Jung Yunho Is And Alien! 4/8
Title: Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 4/8
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: This fic is done. Updates will be once a day or so.
Part 4: We Come In Peace
Before noon, Jaejoong was stir crazy. And horny.
Yunho demanded to know about exercise after catching Jaejoong doing situps. Without effort, the alien man did two hundred of them, just because he enjoyed the movement, laughing the entire time.
And of course, Jaejoong’s helpful inner voice continued to plague him with ideas of sex. Would Yunho enjoy that movement? How long could Yunho fuck him without coming? Could Yunho come? Could he even get erect? Did Jaejoong care? He’d be more than happy to rut out an orgasm on Yunho’s thick thigh if Yunho could not fuck him.
God, he was deprived. He needed help. And an orgasm.
He went jogging to clear his mind, but Yunho wanted to come too, so he came too, and Jaejoong forgot that Yunho still had no boxers and spent the next hour trying not to watch the way his dick bounced around in those sweats while answering all of Yunho’s inane questions about cars, buses, sidewalks, motorcycles, trash cans, trees, mountains, clouds, stairs, escalators, and the symbols on all the street signs.
The run made everything worse because Yunho was not even out of breath. “I have a lot of stamina,” he informed Jaejoong while Jaejoong was walking around, hand on his hips, gasping for breath. “I can go a very long time without being tired.”
And well, wasn’t that statement just perfect for Jaejoong’s sexual cravings and fantasies?
Friday, Jaejoong gave up trying to exercise to calm himself down and kept most of his focus on discussing food with Yunho. They ate at many of the restaurants, even if it was just a dish here and there. But then Jaejoong did something so subconsciously stupid that he wondered if he really was crazy.
He bought Yunho an ice cream cone.
Yunho ate his messily, enjoying the flavor and coldness on his mouth and lips. Which meant that he had ice cream ... sticky, creamy, white ... all over his lips and down his chin.
“This is sort of like sustenance,” Yunho said. “But it is not so sweet. Not quite as opaque.”
Jaejoong was starting to think that “sustenance” was a lot like come. But again, that had him thinking of sex at all the wrong moments.
At least Yunho did not try to shower with him again, which gave Jaejoong ample time to jerk off.
It also did not help that Yunho spooned up so close to him the night before, so close that they were like one person, right in the middle of the bed. And because Jaejoong was a masochistic freak, he did not tell Yunho to move.
That morning, Jaejoong had again woken up in his arms, face pressed to his skin, with his dick as hard as a rock. He was going absolutely crazy, and he refused, on Friday night, to answer why he needed to take another shower when he had already taken one and had not exercised or grown sweaty with any other sustained physical activity.
Sustained physical activity.
Yunho’s exact words.
God, his cock was going to be raw before this nightmare was over.
Though waking up in Yunho’s arms was not a nightmare.
Fuck, he was going to go crazy. He attempted to stay awake longer on Friday night to keep from curling up against Yunho’s strong body while he slept.
Yeah, that didn’t work.
Saturday morning, he felt resigned to his fate, when he woke up with his face pressed against Yunho’s bare chest, and his hand almost slipping under Yunho’s sweatpants. The only reprieve he had was when Yunho went to go buy coffee and Jaejoong took a shower to jerk off. Again.
He was on a desperate edge, cock mostly hard, pacing back and forth, shaking. Uncontrollable. Fuck. He was so fucked.
Soon, only a couple more days, Jaejoong whispered to himself, mentally and out loud sometimes. Two more days. It was Saturday. On Monday morning, he would be free of this.
Except that Jaejoong had invited Yunho over to his house. So Tuesday. Maybe Tuesday.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked, coming up behind him, arms around his waist.
Jaejoong shivered, eyes shut, and leaned against him. He should have pulled away, but Yunho had made a habit of hugging him whenever he wanted, and Jaejoong was a masochistic fuck, and let him. “I’m fine.”
“You’ve been ... I am unsure of the word. Uncomfortable?”
“I know. It comes from being cooped up indoors all the time. I’m used to my farm and working outside and ... I feel lazy. Those asshole authorities better be feeding and milking my goats.”
Yunho chuckled, the feeling almost pressed to the skin of Jaejoong’s neck.
He bit his lip against a moan.
“I am sure they are. They take their jobs very seriously, and while they may use your house as a base to find me, they would never let it fall into disrepair. That is very unlike their tedious, meticulous nature.”
“But you’re not afraid of them coming to find you here?”
“I understand how they work. I was not there. I was not at the house. I did not contact you. They would never think to look for me here.”
“If they do?”
Yunho shrugged. “I can still blow everything up if I want.”
“What?”
“The scrambler does more than just block their communications. It can scramble matter as well as electronic information.”
Jaejoong did not want to think about that. But maybe that’s why his insides felt absolutely scrambled. Equal parts annoyed, frustrated, horny. Mostly horny. Maybe Yunho’s little earring was the cause of all this and not just Jaejoong’s inability to control himself in this tiny room with such an attractive, fuckable, adorable, sweet man. Alien. Thing. Fuck.
“Is that all that is worrying you? Your goats?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. But ... if it is me, if you have grown tired of me ...”
“Don’t be stupid,” Jaejoong said and turned in his arms. “You’re the only thing that is making this confinement tolerable. Even if some moments, I cannot stand to be around you.” He bit his lip hard at that, cursing his inability to keep his mouth shut.
Yunho’s face fell. He attempted to let go, but Jaejoong put his arms around his shoulders and said, “Wait. That is not what I meant.”
“You do not like me.”
“Yunho, fuck, sometimes you are so ...” He shut his eyes. “How do I explain this?”
“With words.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes, saw Yunho’s smile and laughed. “Oh my god, you just made a joke!”
He nodded. “My first one in your language. It was funny?”
Jaejoong shook his head and buried his face in his shoulder. “Yes, you dolt. It was funny. And it’s also a good idea. I will used words. You learned the language quickly. Did that database by any chance contain the word homosexual?”
Yunho tilted his head for a moment, lips moving, and then his eyes widened. “Two members of the same gender participating in relationships and intercourse. I thought you said ...”
Jaejoong huffed. “I did, but ... I just ...”
“You are a homosexual?”
“Yes.”
“That is great! Then you can show me sex and teach me.”
“No, Yunho ...”
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I do. I want to so badly, but ...”
“I am attractive. I have learned that sex requires attraction.”
“Shut up for three seconds, and I will explain.”
Yunho squeezed his lips together. It was incredibly cute, and Jaejoong grinned at him. He also became aware that they were still together, arms around each other. He caved and lifted a hand, running it through Yunho’s hair, scratching at the shorter strands at his neck. He actually felt Yunho shiver, which was odd, because Yunho did not react to much physical stimulation. He liked that though.
“You are incredibly attractive,” Jaejoong whispered, keeping his hand where it was and his fingers running through his hair, “but I am not a slut. I don’t just sleep with people because they’re attractive. There is a connection. Love some call it. I like you. I promise, I like you, but I’ve only known you for five days. Or four days. Maybe.” Jaejoong shut his eyes. “I just ... it’s hard when ... When you leave--”
“I don’t want to leave,” Yunho said, almost panicked. “I don’t ... I don’t ... I was going to ask if I could stay with you, but I ... that is inappropriate considering I ruined part of your home and ...”
“Shut up about my home already.”
Yunho pouted, and it was so, so cute. So cute. Jaejoong tried not to be swayed.
“You learned to pout from dramas,” Jaejoong accused.
“Yes, but ... wait, I ... I did not ... I did not do it to sway your mind, I am ... upset. I want ...” Yunho huffed. “Emotions are very complicated.”
Jaejoong nodded. “They really are. I really like you, Yunho. You are really sweet, and you are very kind, and you are very attractive. Under normal circumstances, I would have asked you on a date, but you aren’t from here, you’re an alien, and you ... I ... just ...”
“Do you want me to leave?” Yunho asked, eyes sad.
“No. Not now. I told you that you could use my computer.”
“But then, after ...”
“After you have adapted and can live by yourself?”
“I can live by myself now,” he said firmly. “I stay because I like you. I want to stay with you. Please let me stay with you”
Jaejoong put his face back on Yunho’s shoulder. He did not protest when Yunho hugged him more tightly, their bodies pressed so close together. He put his face against Yunho’s neck and breathed. He smelled ... not of nothing, but not of anything that Jaejoong was used to. He did not smell of sweat or cologne or ... he smelled ... sort of like a rose. Almost rustic. Heavy. It was probably the most perfect of smells.
Jaejoong pulled away from him, sliding his hands down Yunho’s arms to his hands. He pulled a little bit, and Yunho followed him right to the bed. He swallowed because this was ... so not like him. He was totally blaming an alien probe in his brain or that fucking scrambler that was making him hornier than usual.
Eyes shut, Jaejoong took off his shirt. He left his sweatpants on because he was not quite ready for that yet. He lay back on the bed, shifting up until his feet were no longer on the floor. He lay there for a moment and then whispered, “Come and explore my skin.”
There was absolute stillness, and then the bed dipped.
“But this ... It is not appropriate for our relationship.”
“Just do it,” Jaejoong said. “I cannot seem to talk anymore, so my body will do it for me.”
“Is that possible?” Yunho asked. “Your body makes weird noises, but can it actually communicate with language?”
Jaejoong burst out laughing. “No, you stupid alien. It’s an expression.”
Yunho pouted again. His hand lay flat on Jaejoong’s stomach. “How was I supposed to know?”
Jaejoong shook his head, rolled his eyes, and actually relaxed. Was Yunho touching him just to learn? Maybe. Did Jaejoong care? Maybe.
The hand started at his stomach, a finger slipping around his navel. Jaejoong shut his eyes and enjoyed the soft touch. He did not try to stop his body from responding, his muscles contracting, his skin pebbling. A brush of fingers had his stomach muscles jerking. Another brush over his chest had his muscles tightening. The firmer press along his collarbones had Jaejoong arching, neck taut, head pressed firmly into the mattress. His own hands stay spread to the sides, gripping the blanket.
Fingers moved down his breastbone before swooping over to tug at his nipple piercing.
“May I ... attempt something?
Jaejoong stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. He was not going to disagree. Not seriously anyway. He nodded, trying not to gasp.
The bed moved a little and then a warm mouth closed around his other nipple, and Jaejoong cried out, hands going right to Yunho’s head, in his soft hair. Yunho continued to tug on his nipple ring. And Jaejoong had enough consciousness to realize that his dick was hard, and Yunho had lowered his hips. Gasping, Jaejoong rocked up against him, skin almost on fire.
When Yunho pulled away from his nipple, Jaejoong moaned.
“Your skin is so soft,” Yunho whispered, lips brushing up to his collarbones. “It is so sensitive. Each touch just ... causes some reaction.” The sensation of a tongue against that sensitive skin had Jaejoong squirming. And then lips pressed against his neck, soft and then firmer in an open touch of wetness.
Jaejoong gasped, turning his head a bit more, and Yunho sucked. A soft attempt. Just to see, and Jaejoong moaned in response. An actual word. Something that sounded like harder.
Yunho sucked harder, and Jaejoong whimpered, trying not to squirm too much.
“May I bite you?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong had a moment to think that maybe Yunho was a vampire instead of an alien, but his body wanted what it wanted and he gasped out a yes. The same spot fell victim to Yunho’s teeth, and he sucked before biting down. It was very soft, very tentative, and then harder, a little firmer. Jaejoong gasped, writhing and then tugged his head back.
Yunho went easily, worrying his lower lip. “Did I hurt you?” He brushed his fingers over the mark. “I am afraid that I hurt you.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, you didn’t. I mean, you did, but ... just ... fuck, Yunho. It feels so good.”
Yunho smiled. “I have experienced so much pain in my life. I never want to cause you pain.”
Jaejoong wanted to demand that he suck on his cock then and give him an orgasm, because god, his dick was throbbing.
Yunho’s hands slid up his side firmly and then went back to his hips, up and down his ribs, and Jaejoong breathed through it.
“Your skin is so sensitive. I do not think I will ever be able to replicate these reactions.”
Jaejoong smiled and used his hands to run them up and down Yunho’s back. “Does that feel good?”
Yunho tilted his head. “It is not unpleasant but that is because there is no pain. It is pleasant because you are touching me and I like that.”
He scratched the base of his hair line again, and Yunho’s eyes shut, mouth open a little bit. “You like that.”
“It is a very pleasant feeling.”
“That is how all your touches feel on my skin.”
“I understand why you enjoy it then. There is ...” Yunho brushes his fingers on Jaejoong’s stomach, right by his hip bone, and Jaejoong jerked, feeling his muscles tense. “That is the most violent reaction.”
“So far,” Jaejoong gasped.
“So far?”
“There are lots of places that you haven’t touched yet.”
“I may continue?” He was actually excited.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and had to remind himself it was because Yunho was learning. That was all. He nodded. He did not protest as Yunho pulled pants and boxers off his body.
“I am most curious ...”
After a moment, Jaejoong opened his eyes. Yunho was staring at his dick. Jaejoong moaned. “What?”
“I have never seen it in this form before. Hardened, yes, but not naked in this way, I mean. It is very ...” He touched a finger to the ridge and then down the length of it, down the shaft.
Jaejoong whimpered, feeling himself jerk and pump clear fluid on his stomach.
“It is fascinating.”
“That’s wonderful. Since you’re turning this into a science experiment, will you please just jerk me off and judge those results?”
Yunho frowned and instead, leaned back over Jaejoong, their faces close. “I am sorry. I know ... I understand what ... I do not completely understand ... but to you, I understand, this is important, and instead I have turned it into my own greedy ...”
Jaejoong growled and shut him up. “I know what it is you to. I get that, but I can’t take it anymore. If you do not give me an orgasm right now, I am ... just ... please. I can’t ... I can’t take being in this little room with you anymore without touching you, without you touching me, without knowing what your touch feels like. I want you so badly, it’s almost eating at me. So either do this or leave, because I can’t ... I can’t do this anymore.”
Jaejoong pulled at his hair and buried his face against Yunho’s warm shoulder. He shifted enough to get his erection against Yunho’s side and thrust against him, shuddering at the feel of his skin ... it wasn’t ... warm. It was just skin, and it was ... almost clinical.
Definitely frustrating. Yunho’s skin was not sensitive, not to anything but pain it seemed.
“You want ...” Yunho said, “you want to make porn with me?”
Jaejoong laughed. “God, just ... shut up. Just ... no, fuck.” He fell against the bed and put his arms back to his side. His dick was still throbbing. “Keep touching me.”
Hands went back to his hips, and then one was on his cock, stroking lightly. But enough. Jaejoong arched up, butt off the bed, and Yunho sped up a little bit.
“You are correct. That was much more violent than ...” He brushed his fingers on Jaejoong’s stomach, and he gasped, arching even more at the two sensations. A mouth on his nipple had Jaejoong’s dick throbbing, almost over the edge, but he had never come so fast in his life. And it was just an experiment, because Yunho pulled his mouth away.
“Multiple erogenous zones make an even stronger reaction,” he muttered and then moved down the bed.
Jaejoong whimpered at the loss of warmth over him, and then Yunho’s mouth was on his balls, his hand still jerking at a constant speed.
Jaejoong cried out, knees bending and spreading. He tried not to thrust into Yunho’s hand and lost.
“Very interesting,” he whispered.
Jaejoong whined at him. “Just ... stop talking. Please. Stop. Use your mouth for something else.”
“That is a very good idea.”
And then Yunho was closer, almost pressed too close. The hand left his cock for a moment, and his butt lifted, and Yunho’s tongue was sliding down his cleft, licking up and down, stopping at his pulsing entrance.
“These whimpers are loudest.”
“Fuck you, fuck, what .... Yunho!”
He pushed at Jaejoong’s knees, and Jaejoong gripped behind them.
“Much easier. I was wishing for a third hand. This way I can ...”
His hand went back to his erection. His mouth went back to his ass. His tongue licking, lapping, and then sucking on his balls. He flicked the whorled opening, pressing against it, and then sucked at each sensitive curve. When teeth bit down, Jaejoong screamed and pumped out his orgasm all over his stomach. His body shaking way too much.
Yunho did not stop, and Jaejoong shuddered through too much pleasure at the continued stimulation, and he gasped, “Stop, fuck, Yunho ... wait ... Too sensitive.”
Almost immediately, Yunho stopped, pushing up, using Jaejoong’s hips. He ended up kneeling between his spread knees.
Jaejoong shut his eyes, chest heaving from his breaths. His body was still quaking through the aftermath. His thighs shivering where they pressed against Yunho’s.
“Ah, this looks like sustenance,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong opened his eyes in time to see Yunho licking come from his fingers. Jaejoong moaned as it dripped to his chin and then to his chest.
“Not completely unpleasant,” he said. “It is much saltier than sustenance, but the color and texture are similar. I wonder if I mixed it with ice cream ...”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong muttered at that image.
“It would definitely be close to comparable.”
Jaejoong flung his arm over his eyes. He’d just had one of the best orgasms of his life and Yunho was talking about food.
And that is why this could never work. He sighed.
“I have upset you again,” Yunho said, leaning over him. His arm went under Jaejoong’s head, his hand soft on Jaejoong’s chest.
“No,” Jaejoong said. “Just ... the situation.”
“Situation?”
“Yes. That felt very good.”
“I enjoyed touching you. Thank you for letting me explore. This is pleasure? Sexual pleasure? My touches pleasured you?”
Jaejoong huffed out an almost painful laugh. “It was pleasurable for me. But was it for you?”
Yunho tilted his head. “I just said I enjoyed it.”
“Yes, but did your dick get hard?”
Yunho frowned, and then nodded. “Ah, I see the problem. You feel upset because you did not pleasure me.”
“No. Sort of ... I ... I am upset because you did not get pleasure from pleasuring me. Enjoyment, sure to learn, but not ... not pleasure. Not in this way.”
Yunho pouted. “I ... I am unsure ...” He rolled off Jaejoong abruptly, almost twisting Jaejoong’s neck. He fell to the bed and then shucked off his sweatpants. He was not hard. But his dick was so long. “I am unsure if I can produce this substance. My body does not sweat or need to use the bathroom, but this ...”
His hand curled first around his balls, and then over his dick. He frowned a little bit. “It feels only like I am touching myself ... I mean, it does feel good but it does not feel like anything.”
Jaejoong smiled and said, “Let me try.”
“You wish to touch me?”
Jaejoong grinned and leaned over to kiss his chest, right by his nipple. “I have always wanted to touch you.” He rubbed his hand firmly down on Yunho’s erection, cupping both balls and cock in his hand. Yeah, he was soft, but Jaejoong felt him expanding. Probably too much. Before he could talk himself out of it, Jaejoong leaned down and sucked it into his mouth. All of it, rolling his tongue around the head and using his lips to massage the shaft.
It took longer than a normal guy, but eventually, Jaejoong was sucking on the growing erection to where he could no longer get it all in his mouth. His hand went to Yunho’s balls, tugging on them firmly.
Yunho moaned. The noise startled him. And he gasped, “What is ... this?”
Jaejoong mentally smirked and answered, The blowjob of your life. Well maybe. Yunho’s dick was huge. Stupid alien. Of course, it was larger than a normal guy. Still, Jaejoong did his best, slipping as much as it into his throat as he could, stretching his lips wide around the shaft and pausing to breathe before sliding back up. His hand alternated between balls and shaft, stroking up, slick with spit, and going back down.
Yunho’s entire body shook. His cries were loud enough that Jaejoong worried about the neighboring rooms, but as Jaejoong figured, Yunho did not last long. He was shuddering through an orgasm, cock twitching and throbbing, before almost exploding, filling Jaejoong’s mouth with something that didn’t taste nearly as bad as come did. The texture was the same. But without the harshness, it was very easy to swallow, very easy to keep playing, until Yunho whimpered and pulled at his arm.
“That ... that ...”
Jaejoong crawled up to his mouth and smiled. “Did you learn something?”
Yunho nodded. “Your mouth is exquisite.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Thank you, and you’re welcome.”
Yunho shut his eyes. Jaejoong easily curled up against his side, and then rubbed his erection against Yunho’s thigh. “Feel that? That is what I mean. Giving you pleasure, sucking on your huge cock, turns me on. It makes me want more, it makes me want to touch you more. It just ... this is what giving pleasure is about. My pleasure should increase yours, and yours should increase mine.”
“I have never ... never felt anything like that before.” Yunho swallowed. “If that is the result of giving you an orgasm, then I will do it all day long.”
Jaejoong laughed. “That’s the idea.”
“Your ... cock ...” He thought of that word, the first he’d said it, and nodded, “Your cock was not hard after I had pleasured you. Now it is.”
“That’s because after, we were talking. And now, I just got done pleasuring you, so it’s hard again.”
“I ... mine is not going soft ...”
“That’s not a bad thing, you know. It just means that I get to give you another orgasm.”
“That felt so amazing.”
“So did your dick in my mouth. I want to see how much of it I can get into my throat.”
“Is that ...” He huffed. “I saw many erections on pornography, but not all of the women can suck all of them. Some are large.”
“Like yours,” Jaejoong almost purred, both hands stroking up and down his shaft. “I love having a big dick in my mouth, lips stretched wide. I want to suck on all of it.”
Yunho shivered. “Do you think you can?”
Jaejoong smirked. “Maybe. There’s only one way to find out.”
“So we can do this again because all I can think about is your skin and your touch and your lovely mouth.”
Jaejoong crawled on top of him, hands cupping his cheeks. “My lovely mouth, huh?”
“Yes. Lovely.”
Jaejoong leaned over him and pressed their lips together. A kiss. Something Yunho did understand from dramas. He did not let Yunho pull away, but led him through a kiss that was probably heavier than necessary for their first. But Yunho caught on, their tongues brushing, their teeth pulling at lips for a moment, and then back to a heavy kiss. The sweet kisses were only to gather their breath a bit, surge back into something more than heavy. And insane.
This wasn’t Jaejoong smartest moment, but it was all Yunho’s fault anyway, for being so sexy, so adorably clueless, so fucking huge. He wanted that cock inside him almost as much as he wanted more kisses.
Part 5: Jedi Mind Tricks
Part 3: The Live Among Us In Secret
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: This fic is done. Updates will be once a day or so.
Part 4: We Come In Peace
Before noon, Jaejoong was stir crazy. And horny.
Yunho demanded to know about exercise after catching Jaejoong doing situps. Without effort, the alien man did two hundred of them, just because he enjoyed the movement, laughing the entire time.
And of course, Jaejoong’s helpful inner voice continued to plague him with ideas of sex. Would Yunho enjoy that movement? How long could Yunho fuck him without coming? Could Yunho come? Could he even get erect? Did Jaejoong care? He’d be more than happy to rut out an orgasm on Yunho’s thick thigh if Yunho could not fuck him.
God, he was deprived. He needed help. And an orgasm.
He went jogging to clear his mind, but Yunho wanted to come too, so he came too, and Jaejoong forgot that Yunho still had no boxers and spent the next hour trying not to watch the way his dick bounced around in those sweats while answering all of Yunho’s inane questions about cars, buses, sidewalks, motorcycles, trash cans, trees, mountains, clouds, stairs, escalators, and the symbols on all the street signs.
The run made everything worse because Yunho was not even out of breath. “I have a lot of stamina,” he informed Jaejoong while Jaejoong was walking around, hand on his hips, gasping for breath. “I can go a very long time without being tired.”
And well, wasn’t that statement just perfect for Jaejoong’s sexual cravings and fantasies?
Friday, Jaejoong gave up trying to exercise to calm himself down and kept most of his focus on discussing food with Yunho. They ate at many of the restaurants, even if it was just a dish here and there. But then Jaejoong did something so subconsciously stupid that he wondered if he really was crazy.
He bought Yunho an ice cream cone.
Yunho ate his messily, enjoying the flavor and coldness on his mouth and lips. Which meant that he had ice cream ... sticky, creamy, white ... all over his lips and down his chin.
“This is sort of like sustenance,” Yunho said. “But it is not so sweet. Not quite as opaque.”
Jaejoong was starting to think that “sustenance” was a lot like come. But again, that had him thinking of sex at all the wrong moments.
At least Yunho did not try to shower with him again, which gave Jaejoong ample time to jerk off.
It also did not help that Yunho spooned up so close to him the night before, so close that they were like one person, right in the middle of the bed. And because Jaejoong was a masochistic freak, he did not tell Yunho to move.
That morning, Jaejoong had again woken up in his arms, face pressed to his skin, with his dick as hard as a rock. He was going absolutely crazy, and he refused, on Friday night, to answer why he needed to take another shower when he had already taken one and had not exercised or grown sweaty with any other sustained physical activity.
Sustained physical activity.
Yunho’s exact words.
God, his cock was going to be raw before this nightmare was over.
Though waking up in Yunho’s arms was not a nightmare.
Fuck, he was going to go crazy. He attempted to stay awake longer on Friday night to keep from curling up against Yunho’s strong body while he slept.
Yeah, that didn’t work.
Saturday morning, he felt resigned to his fate, when he woke up with his face pressed against Yunho’s bare chest, and his hand almost slipping under Yunho’s sweatpants. The only reprieve he had was when Yunho went to go buy coffee and Jaejoong took a shower to jerk off. Again.
He was on a desperate edge, cock mostly hard, pacing back and forth, shaking. Uncontrollable. Fuck. He was so fucked.
Soon, only a couple more days, Jaejoong whispered to himself, mentally and out loud sometimes. Two more days. It was Saturday. On Monday morning, he would be free of this.
Except that Jaejoong had invited Yunho over to his house. So Tuesday. Maybe Tuesday.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked, coming up behind him, arms around his waist.
Jaejoong shivered, eyes shut, and leaned against him. He should have pulled away, but Yunho had made a habit of hugging him whenever he wanted, and Jaejoong was a masochistic fuck, and let him. “I’m fine.”
“You’ve been ... I am unsure of the word. Uncomfortable?”
“I know. It comes from being cooped up indoors all the time. I’m used to my farm and working outside and ... I feel lazy. Those asshole authorities better be feeding and milking my goats.”
Yunho chuckled, the feeling almost pressed to the skin of Jaejoong’s neck.
He bit his lip against a moan.
“I am sure they are. They take their jobs very seriously, and while they may use your house as a base to find me, they would never let it fall into disrepair. That is very unlike their tedious, meticulous nature.”
“But you’re not afraid of them coming to find you here?”
“I understand how they work. I was not there. I was not at the house. I did not contact you. They would never think to look for me here.”
“If they do?”
Yunho shrugged. “I can still blow everything up if I want.”
“What?”
“The scrambler does more than just block their communications. It can scramble matter as well as electronic information.”
Jaejoong did not want to think about that. But maybe that’s why his insides felt absolutely scrambled. Equal parts annoyed, frustrated, horny. Mostly horny. Maybe Yunho’s little earring was the cause of all this and not just Jaejoong’s inability to control himself in this tiny room with such an attractive, fuckable, adorable, sweet man. Alien. Thing. Fuck.
“Is that all that is worrying you? Your goats?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. But ... if it is me, if you have grown tired of me ...”
“Don’t be stupid,” Jaejoong said and turned in his arms. “You’re the only thing that is making this confinement tolerable. Even if some moments, I cannot stand to be around you.” He bit his lip hard at that, cursing his inability to keep his mouth shut.
Yunho’s face fell. He attempted to let go, but Jaejoong put his arms around his shoulders and said, “Wait. That is not what I meant.”
“You do not like me.”
“Yunho, fuck, sometimes you are so ...” He shut his eyes. “How do I explain this?”
“With words.”
Jaejoong opened his eyes, saw Yunho’s smile and laughed. “Oh my god, you just made a joke!”
He nodded. “My first one in your language. It was funny?”
Jaejoong shook his head and buried his face in his shoulder. “Yes, you dolt. It was funny. And it’s also a good idea. I will used words. You learned the language quickly. Did that database by any chance contain the word homosexual?”
Yunho tilted his head for a moment, lips moving, and then his eyes widened. “Two members of the same gender participating in relationships and intercourse. I thought you said ...”
Jaejoong huffed. “I did, but ... I just ...”
“You are a homosexual?”
“Yes.”
“That is great! Then you can show me sex and teach me.”
“No, Yunho ...”
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I do. I want to so badly, but ...”
“I am attractive. I have learned that sex requires attraction.”
“Shut up for three seconds, and I will explain.”
Yunho squeezed his lips together. It was incredibly cute, and Jaejoong grinned at him. He also became aware that they were still together, arms around each other. He caved and lifted a hand, running it through Yunho’s hair, scratching at the shorter strands at his neck. He actually felt Yunho shiver, which was odd, because Yunho did not react to much physical stimulation. He liked that though.
“You are incredibly attractive,” Jaejoong whispered, keeping his hand where it was and his fingers running through his hair, “but I am not a slut. I don’t just sleep with people because they’re attractive. There is a connection. Love some call it. I like you. I promise, I like you, but I’ve only known you for five days. Or four days. Maybe.” Jaejoong shut his eyes. “I just ... it’s hard when ... When you leave--”
“I don’t want to leave,” Yunho said, almost panicked. “I don’t ... I don’t ... I was going to ask if I could stay with you, but I ... that is inappropriate considering I ruined part of your home and ...”
“Shut up about my home already.”
Yunho pouted, and it was so, so cute. So cute. Jaejoong tried not to be swayed.
“You learned to pout from dramas,” Jaejoong accused.
“Yes, but ... wait, I ... I did not ... I did not do it to sway your mind, I am ... upset. I want ...” Yunho huffed. “Emotions are very complicated.”
Jaejoong nodded. “They really are. I really like you, Yunho. You are really sweet, and you are very kind, and you are very attractive. Under normal circumstances, I would have asked you on a date, but you aren’t from here, you’re an alien, and you ... I ... just ...”
“Do you want me to leave?” Yunho asked, eyes sad.
“No. Not now. I told you that you could use my computer.”
“But then, after ...”
“After you have adapted and can live by yourself?”
“I can live by myself now,” he said firmly. “I stay because I like you. I want to stay with you. Please let me stay with you”
Jaejoong put his face back on Yunho’s shoulder. He did not protest when Yunho hugged him more tightly, their bodies pressed so close together. He put his face against Yunho’s neck and breathed. He smelled ... not of nothing, but not of anything that Jaejoong was used to. He did not smell of sweat or cologne or ... he smelled ... sort of like a rose. Almost rustic. Heavy. It was probably the most perfect of smells.
Jaejoong pulled away from him, sliding his hands down Yunho’s arms to his hands. He pulled a little bit, and Yunho followed him right to the bed. He swallowed because this was ... so not like him. He was totally blaming an alien probe in his brain or that fucking scrambler that was making him hornier than usual.
Eyes shut, Jaejoong took off his shirt. He left his sweatpants on because he was not quite ready for that yet. He lay back on the bed, shifting up until his feet were no longer on the floor. He lay there for a moment and then whispered, “Come and explore my skin.”
There was absolute stillness, and then the bed dipped.
“But this ... It is not appropriate for our relationship.”
“Just do it,” Jaejoong said. “I cannot seem to talk anymore, so my body will do it for me.”
“Is that possible?” Yunho asked. “Your body makes weird noises, but can it actually communicate with language?”
Jaejoong burst out laughing. “No, you stupid alien. It’s an expression.”
Yunho pouted again. His hand lay flat on Jaejoong’s stomach. “How was I supposed to know?”
Jaejoong shook his head, rolled his eyes, and actually relaxed. Was Yunho touching him just to learn? Maybe. Did Jaejoong care? Maybe.
The hand started at his stomach, a finger slipping around his navel. Jaejoong shut his eyes and enjoyed the soft touch. He did not try to stop his body from responding, his muscles contracting, his skin pebbling. A brush of fingers had his stomach muscles jerking. Another brush over his chest had his muscles tightening. The firmer press along his collarbones had Jaejoong arching, neck taut, head pressed firmly into the mattress. His own hands stay spread to the sides, gripping the blanket.
Fingers moved down his breastbone before swooping over to tug at his nipple piercing.
“May I ... attempt something?
Jaejoong stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. He was not going to disagree. Not seriously anyway. He nodded, trying not to gasp.
The bed moved a little and then a warm mouth closed around his other nipple, and Jaejoong cried out, hands going right to Yunho’s head, in his soft hair. Yunho continued to tug on his nipple ring. And Jaejoong had enough consciousness to realize that his dick was hard, and Yunho had lowered his hips. Gasping, Jaejoong rocked up against him, skin almost on fire.
When Yunho pulled away from his nipple, Jaejoong moaned.
“Your skin is so soft,” Yunho whispered, lips brushing up to his collarbones. “It is so sensitive. Each touch just ... causes some reaction.” The sensation of a tongue against that sensitive skin had Jaejoong squirming. And then lips pressed against his neck, soft and then firmer in an open touch of wetness.
Jaejoong gasped, turning his head a bit more, and Yunho sucked. A soft attempt. Just to see, and Jaejoong moaned in response. An actual word. Something that sounded like harder.
Yunho sucked harder, and Jaejoong whimpered, trying not to squirm too much.
“May I bite you?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong had a moment to think that maybe Yunho was a vampire instead of an alien, but his body wanted what it wanted and he gasped out a yes. The same spot fell victim to Yunho’s teeth, and he sucked before biting down. It was very soft, very tentative, and then harder, a little firmer. Jaejoong gasped, writhing and then tugged his head back.
Yunho went easily, worrying his lower lip. “Did I hurt you?” He brushed his fingers over the mark. “I am afraid that I hurt you.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, you didn’t. I mean, you did, but ... just ... fuck, Yunho. It feels so good.”
Yunho smiled. “I have experienced so much pain in my life. I never want to cause you pain.”
Jaejoong wanted to demand that he suck on his cock then and give him an orgasm, because god, his dick was throbbing.
Yunho’s hands slid up his side firmly and then went back to his hips, up and down his ribs, and Jaejoong breathed through it.
“Your skin is so sensitive. I do not think I will ever be able to replicate these reactions.”
Jaejoong smiled and used his hands to run them up and down Yunho’s back. “Does that feel good?”
Yunho tilted his head. “It is not unpleasant but that is because there is no pain. It is pleasant because you are touching me and I like that.”
He scratched the base of his hair line again, and Yunho’s eyes shut, mouth open a little bit. “You like that.”
“It is a very pleasant feeling.”
“That is how all your touches feel on my skin.”
“I understand why you enjoy it then. There is ...” Yunho brushes his fingers on Jaejoong’s stomach, right by his hip bone, and Jaejoong jerked, feeling his muscles tense. “That is the most violent reaction.”
“So far,” Jaejoong gasped.
“So far?”
“There are lots of places that you haven’t touched yet.”
“I may continue?” He was actually excited.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and had to remind himself it was because Yunho was learning. That was all. He nodded. He did not protest as Yunho pulled pants and boxers off his body.
“I am most curious ...”
After a moment, Jaejoong opened his eyes. Yunho was staring at his dick. Jaejoong moaned. “What?”
“I have never seen it in this form before. Hardened, yes, but not naked in this way, I mean. It is very ...” He touched a finger to the ridge and then down the length of it, down the shaft.
Jaejoong whimpered, feeling himself jerk and pump clear fluid on his stomach.
“It is fascinating.”
“That’s wonderful. Since you’re turning this into a science experiment, will you please just jerk me off and judge those results?”
Yunho frowned and instead, leaned back over Jaejoong, their faces close. “I am sorry. I know ... I understand what ... I do not completely understand ... but to you, I understand, this is important, and instead I have turned it into my own greedy ...”
Jaejoong growled and shut him up. “I know what it is you to. I get that, but I can’t take it anymore. If you do not give me an orgasm right now, I am ... just ... please. I can’t ... I can’t take being in this little room with you anymore without touching you, without you touching me, without knowing what your touch feels like. I want you so badly, it’s almost eating at me. So either do this or leave, because I can’t ... I can’t do this anymore.”
Jaejoong pulled at his hair and buried his face against Yunho’s warm shoulder. He shifted enough to get his erection against Yunho’s side and thrust against him, shuddering at the feel of his skin ... it wasn’t ... warm. It was just skin, and it was ... almost clinical.
Definitely frustrating. Yunho’s skin was not sensitive, not to anything but pain it seemed.
“You want ...” Yunho said, “you want to make porn with me?”
Jaejoong laughed. “God, just ... shut up. Just ... no, fuck.” He fell against the bed and put his arms back to his side. His dick was still throbbing. “Keep touching me.”
Hands went back to his hips, and then one was on his cock, stroking lightly. But enough. Jaejoong arched up, butt off the bed, and Yunho sped up a little bit.
“You are correct. That was much more violent than ...” He brushed his fingers on Jaejoong’s stomach, and he gasped, arching even more at the two sensations. A mouth on his nipple had Jaejoong’s dick throbbing, almost over the edge, but he had never come so fast in his life. And it was just an experiment, because Yunho pulled his mouth away.
“Multiple erogenous zones make an even stronger reaction,” he muttered and then moved down the bed.
Jaejoong whimpered at the loss of warmth over him, and then Yunho’s mouth was on his balls, his hand still jerking at a constant speed.
Jaejoong cried out, knees bending and spreading. He tried not to thrust into Yunho’s hand and lost.
“Very interesting,” he whispered.
Jaejoong whined at him. “Just ... stop talking. Please. Stop. Use your mouth for something else.”
“That is a very good idea.”
And then Yunho was closer, almost pressed too close. The hand left his cock for a moment, and his butt lifted, and Yunho’s tongue was sliding down his cleft, licking up and down, stopping at his pulsing entrance.
“These whimpers are loudest.”
“Fuck you, fuck, what .... Yunho!”
He pushed at Jaejoong’s knees, and Jaejoong gripped behind them.
“Much easier. I was wishing for a third hand. This way I can ...”
His hand went back to his erection. His mouth went back to his ass. His tongue licking, lapping, and then sucking on his balls. He flicked the whorled opening, pressing against it, and then sucked at each sensitive curve. When teeth bit down, Jaejoong screamed and pumped out his orgasm all over his stomach. His body shaking way too much.
Yunho did not stop, and Jaejoong shuddered through too much pleasure at the continued stimulation, and he gasped, “Stop, fuck, Yunho ... wait ... Too sensitive.”
Almost immediately, Yunho stopped, pushing up, using Jaejoong’s hips. He ended up kneeling between his spread knees.
Jaejoong shut his eyes, chest heaving from his breaths. His body was still quaking through the aftermath. His thighs shivering where they pressed against Yunho’s.
“Ah, this looks like sustenance,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong opened his eyes in time to see Yunho licking come from his fingers. Jaejoong moaned as it dripped to his chin and then to his chest.
“Not completely unpleasant,” he said. “It is much saltier than sustenance, but the color and texture are similar. I wonder if I mixed it with ice cream ...”
“Oh god,” Jaejoong muttered at that image.
“It would definitely be close to comparable.”
Jaejoong flung his arm over his eyes. He’d just had one of the best orgasms of his life and Yunho was talking about food.
And that is why this could never work. He sighed.
“I have upset you again,” Yunho said, leaning over him. His arm went under Jaejoong’s head, his hand soft on Jaejoong’s chest.
“No,” Jaejoong said. “Just ... the situation.”
“Situation?”
“Yes. That felt very good.”
“I enjoyed touching you. Thank you for letting me explore. This is pleasure? Sexual pleasure? My touches pleasured you?”
Jaejoong huffed out an almost painful laugh. “It was pleasurable for me. But was it for you?”
Yunho tilted his head. “I just said I enjoyed it.”
“Yes, but did your dick get hard?”
Yunho frowned, and then nodded. “Ah, I see the problem. You feel upset because you did not pleasure me.”
“No. Sort of ... I ... I am upset because you did not get pleasure from pleasuring me. Enjoyment, sure to learn, but not ... not pleasure. Not in this way.”
Yunho pouted. “I ... I am unsure ...” He rolled off Jaejoong abruptly, almost twisting Jaejoong’s neck. He fell to the bed and then shucked off his sweatpants. He was not hard. But his dick was so long. “I am unsure if I can produce this substance. My body does not sweat or need to use the bathroom, but this ...”
His hand curled first around his balls, and then over his dick. He frowned a little bit. “It feels only like I am touching myself ... I mean, it does feel good but it does not feel like anything.”
Jaejoong smiled and said, “Let me try.”
“You wish to touch me?”
Jaejoong grinned and leaned over to kiss his chest, right by his nipple. “I have always wanted to touch you.” He rubbed his hand firmly down on Yunho’s erection, cupping both balls and cock in his hand. Yeah, he was soft, but Jaejoong felt him expanding. Probably too much. Before he could talk himself out of it, Jaejoong leaned down and sucked it into his mouth. All of it, rolling his tongue around the head and using his lips to massage the shaft.
It took longer than a normal guy, but eventually, Jaejoong was sucking on the growing erection to where he could no longer get it all in his mouth. His hand went to Yunho’s balls, tugging on them firmly.
Yunho moaned. The noise startled him. And he gasped, “What is ... this?”
Jaejoong mentally smirked and answered, The blowjob of your life. Well maybe. Yunho’s dick was huge. Stupid alien. Of course, it was larger than a normal guy. Still, Jaejoong did his best, slipping as much as it into his throat as he could, stretching his lips wide around the shaft and pausing to breathe before sliding back up. His hand alternated between balls and shaft, stroking up, slick with spit, and going back down.
Yunho’s entire body shook. His cries were loud enough that Jaejoong worried about the neighboring rooms, but as Jaejoong figured, Yunho did not last long. He was shuddering through an orgasm, cock twitching and throbbing, before almost exploding, filling Jaejoong’s mouth with something that didn’t taste nearly as bad as come did. The texture was the same. But without the harshness, it was very easy to swallow, very easy to keep playing, until Yunho whimpered and pulled at his arm.
“That ... that ...”
Jaejoong crawled up to his mouth and smiled. “Did you learn something?”
Yunho nodded. “Your mouth is exquisite.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Thank you, and you’re welcome.”
Yunho shut his eyes. Jaejoong easily curled up against his side, and then rubbed his erection against Yunho’s thigh. “Feel that? That is what I mean. Giving you pleasure, sucking on your huge cock, turns me on. It makes me want more, it makes me want to touch you more. It just ... this is what giving pleasure is about. My pleasure should increase yours, and yours should increase mine.”
“I have never ... never felt anything like that before.” Yunho swallowed. “If that is the result of giving you an orgasm, then I will do it all day long.”
Jaejoong laughed. “That’s the idea.”
“Your ... cock ...” He thought of that word, the first he’d said it, and nodded, “Your cock was not hard after I had pleasured you. Now it is.”
“That’s because after, we were talking. And now, I just got done pleasuring you, so it’s hard again.”
“I ... mine is not going soft ...”
“That’s not a bad thing, you know. It just means that I get to give you another orgasm.”
“That felt so amazing.”
“So did your dick in my mouth. I want to see how much of it I can get into my throat.”
“Is that ...” He huffed. “I saw many erections on pornography, but not all of the women can suck all of them. Some are large.”
“Like yours,” Jaejoong almost purred, both hands stroking up and down his shaft. “I love having a big dick in my mouth, lips stretched wide. I want to suck on all of it.”
Yunho shivered. “Do you think you can?”
Jaejoong smirked. “Maybe. There’s only one way to find out.”
“So we can do this again because all I can think about is your skin and your touch and your lovely mouth.”
Jaejoong crawled on top of him, hands cupping his cheeks. “My lovely mouth, huh?”
“Yes. Lovely.”
Jaejoong leaned over him and pressed their lips together. A kiss. Something Yunho did understand from dramas. He did not let Yunho pull away, but led him through a kiss that was probably heavier than necessary for their first. But Yunho caught on, their tongues brushing, their teeth pulling at lips for a moment, and then back to a heavy kiss. The sweet kisses were only to gather their breath a bit, surge back into something more than heavy. And insane.
This wasn’t Jaejoong smartest moment, but it was all Yunho’s fault anyway, for being so sexy, so adorably clueless, so fucking huge. He wanted that cock inside him almost as much as he wanted more kisses.
Part 5: Jedi Mind Tricks
Part 3: The Live Among Us In Secret
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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