Boots, Hats and Spurs 3/5
Title: Boots, Hats and Spurs 3/5
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to tame, but I'm gonna try to ride 'em anyway. :)
Summary: You can't ever go home again. Ever.
Warning: Angst. I strongly suggest you have tissues handy.
Chapter 3:
this is where my grandma lives, and where i was while i wrote this fic
After a moment, Jae pulled away with a sigh. He pushed up, Yoochun loosened his hold. Jae straddled his lap, shifting until Yoochun's soft cock was nestled between his ass. He rocked back and forth, head back eyes shut. They both moaned.
Yoochun ran his hands down Jae's body, settling on his hips.
"Want me to ride you, cowboy?" Jae asked, a pompous smirk on his lips.
"I don't think a city boy like you knows how to put me through my paces."
Jae laughed. He ground his hips down. "Where's your bridle? That kind of attitude needs to be controlled with a strong bit."
Yoochun shook his head. He sat up, jerking his hips, pushing his now hard cock against Jae's body. "Arrogance, is that all you city boys have? If you think you can break me in, tame me, then stop talking."
Jae groaned, rocking faster.
"You gonna ride me bareback?"
"If you want it that way," he said, breathless.
"Do we have a choice?"
"I was being presumptuous, remember?"
Yoochun laughed. He turned them and laid Jae on his back.
"In my pants pocket."
Yoochun grabbed his jeans and fished in the pocket. A bottle of lube he was expecting. But not the condoms. They had never used condoms.
"Condoms?" Yoochun said it as a question.
Jae shrugged. "I thought you'd--"
Yoochun waited for him to finish. "That I'd what?"
"I don't know. I ..."
Yoochun sighed and crawled back to him, hovering over him. "I'm not stupid or naive, Jaejoong. It's been three years. I know you haven't been saving yourself for me or anything."
Jae frowned. "But you have. For me."
Yoochun shrugged. "Not really. I just haven't been looking and I don't go out. When I do, I get offers from women, but it's not enough for me. If you count a frantic hand job with Jung Yunho behind his barn, and a quick three week fling with BillieAnn Sawyer, then I haven't had anything since you."
Jae looked away, biting his lower lip.
"Don't you dare feel guilty for your life, Jae."
"I can't even count the number, Yoochun. How am I not supposed to feel guilty?"
Yoochun kissed him. "Are you clean?"
Jae nodded. "I had to be tested and have a check up before going to France."
"Okay. And I trust you, do you trust me?"
"Of course."
"Then I vote no condom."
Jae smiled. And then frowned. "Wait. You stroked one off with Jung Yunho?"
Yoochun nodded.
Jae laughed. "Aw, fuck. That's hilarious."
"Now he spends most of his time convincing me he's straight. It's really funny."
"God, this town."
"You want the updates on everyone now, or can I fuck you?"
Jae laughed. "Already got the updates from my sisters, so you're clear for fucking."
"Good."
Yoochun slammed their lips together. Jae's hands rose and wrapped around his shoulders as Yoochun sucked down his neck and licked his collar bone. Jae moaned, quiet, breathy. Yoochun moved to Jae's chest, licking his muscle right above his heart. He bit down, and then sucked, marking him, just as Jae had done. He broke away, looked at it, and then met Jae's eyes. Jae smiled, and Yoochun swallowed past a lump in his throat.
The rain had stopped, passed without them knowing. Moonlight streamed through the old slats, painting their bodies with stripes. Yoochun kissed along the illuminated skin. Down his sides, remembering and finding the spots on his ribs that when licked, Jae let out a breath of laughter. He ran his hand over Jae's thighs and Jae spread them. Yoochun licked up his cock once and then down, rolling his balls around his mouth. Jae cried out, hands fisted in the blanket. His knees bent, giving Yoochun's tongue access to his ass. He licked up him once, and then bit the inside of Jae's thighs. He took Jae's cock in his hand and stroked him slowly.
"I love you, Jae."
Jae smiled. "I love you."
Jae lifted his knees, holding them with his hand. Yoochun licked his lips, and then bent down to the offered treat. He licked Jae's hole, sliding, teasing, pressing. Jae whimpered. Yoochun touched a finger to his hole, pressing slowly, licking around it.
"God, Yoochun, I'm not a virgin. Fuck me with your fingers."
Yoochun bit him, hard. Right at the juncture where his cock met his body. Jae cried out and thrashed, but Yoochun didn't stop until there was a deep purple mark.
"There," he said. "Now this is mine until it fades."
Jae smiled. "Sentimental bastard. Fuck me."
Yoochun pushed two fingers inside of him, forcing them through the dry channel. Jae keened in utter bliss. Yoochun pulled them out and in, adding his tongue, twisting and spreading his fingers.
"God, enough, please, Chunnie. Enough."
Yoochun kept his fingers buried deep and kissed up Jae's body to his lips. He bit down on the lower one.
"You want to try to ride me now?"
"Oh god yes."
"Then come on, city boy. Show me what you got."
Yoochun rolled away. Jae moaned, scrambling with him. He straddled Yoochun's lap. With one hand stroking Yoochun's cock, Jae grabbed the bottle of lube. He tipped it over, squeezing and coated Yoochun's erection with it. He tossed the bottle away. It landed somewhere with a thunk, rolled and then thunked again and again as it fell to the lower level.
“Oops.”
"I'll find it later," Yoochun said.
Jae shifted forward, and held Yoochun’s cock against his hole. He sat, only a tiny bit, and they both moaned. Yoochun flung his head back as Jae lifted himself up, and then pushed back down.
Jae wasn't tight, at least not as tight as Yoochun remembered, but the sensation was so foreign, the grip so sensual, that he gasped out an apology and then came again.
Jae chuckled, but didn't pull up, the extra fluid lubricating from the inside. He sat, eyes shutting, as Yoochun pressed into him completely.
"God, Yoochun, you feel good.”
"So do you."
"So I noticed. I told you I could handle riding you."
Yoochun turned his head away, cheeks going red. Jae laughed and then leaned down to kiss him. He moved his hips, little jerks, and moaned into Yoochun's mouth. He gave Yoochun no chance to calm down, riding his still-hard cock fast, slamming his hips down. He pushed up, hands flat against Yoochun's chest.
"Fuck, Yoochun!"
Yoochun grabbed Jae's hips, trying to jerk up while he pushed down. It didn't take long for yet another orgasm to coil through him, but this time, he didn't want to go before Jaejoong. He wrapped his calloused hand around Jae’s cock. He stroked hard, in time with Jae's downward thrusts.
"Oh, shit," Jae gasped.
His body jerked and he lost his balance, falling over Yoochun. Their lips brushed but only their breaths joined.
"Come, Jae. I want to feel your come on my body."
"Fuck," Jae grunted and sped up, trying to thrust into Yoochun's hand and fuck his cock.
They kissed, tongues wrapping around each other.
Jae's breathing staggered, his body shook. Warmth spilled in Yoochun's hand and on his stomach. Yoochun moaned. Jae gasped and slowed, finally stopping. His elbows collapsed.
Yoochun rolled them over. Jae's legs wrapped around his body. Yoochun thrust slowly. They kissed again and again, soft, lips on lips. Noises fell to quiet moans and whimpers. Neither rushing, moving as one. Together, and it felt like it was forever.
Yoochun could not take his eyes off of Jaejoong's perfection. His cheeks and eyes and nose and eyelashes as they fluttered, twitching, tongue darting out to lick reddened lips.
"You're so beautiful, Jae."
"You said that already."
“I know."
Yoochun kissed his closed eyes.
Their orgasms were slow, building and twisting, slipping as skin brushed, as breathing jerked. Yoochun came first, his head bowed, lips whispering Jae's name into the skin at his shoulder. Jae whimpered when Yoochun faltered, he rocked his hips and stroked his own cock. Yoochun thrust again, weak, but enough that Jae cried out, head back, as he came, body shaking more from the tears streaming down his face than the orgasm.
Yoochun kissed the tears away, whispering I love you’s.
"Chunnie?"
"Huh?"
"Burn this place down."
Yoochun pulled away, glaring. “What?”
"I ... I can't handle it, knowing that its still here, that we're still here. Promise me, you'll torch it."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"I just can’t. And that’s really selfish of you," Yoochun said, "leaving me to destroy it, so you don't have to watch as flames lick at our lives. I won't do it."
They shivered as cool air blew on their hot, sweaty skin. Yoochun covered them with the blanket again. Jae curled into his side, head at Yoochun’s chest, and everything felt normal, right, perfect. For a moment, they hadn’t been separated for three years, and there was no threat of never being together again.
"Can we slow down time for just tonight?" Jae whispered.
"Probably not."
"I think everyone should a have a chance to do that once in their lives. For one brief moment."
"What if this isn't our moment?" Yoochun asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What if the moment we're supposed to extend isn't this one? What if it hasn't happened yet, what if it already happened and we missed it?"
"What are you being so melancholy for?"
"You started it."
Jae sat up, shivering, his back to Yoochun. The moonlight shone on Jae's tattooed shoulders. Yoochun traced his fingers over the lettering.
"Hope to the end," Yoochun whispered. "I like it."
"Is this the end? Our end? Do I hope that-"
"Stop it, Jae. Now."
"Sorry."
Yoochun sat up. He kissed the individual letters of each word and then licked around the lines of the tattoo. A few more hours. That's all they had, but Yoochun knew that's all his heart could handle.
|_K_|
Yoochun's internal clock woke him up before dawn. Jae was still asleep, head on Yoochun's shoulder. He watched him sleep for a moment, arms behind his head, and then carded his hands through his hair. Jae moaned and pressed deeper into Yoochun's muscle.
"Come on, Jae. I have chores to get to."
Jae stirred and cursed.
Yoochun climbed out from under him and started getting dressed.
"I definitely don't miss the early hours."
Yoochun laughed. "I'll sleep in when I'm dead."
Jae yawned and sat up. Yoochun stared at his sleepy eyes and ruffled hair, and the love, pressure around his heart, was enough to make him stop breathing for a moment.
And then Jae winced. "I need a shower." He stood up, stretched.
They dressed in silence. Yoochun waited until touching skin was less of a temptation, and then he hugged Jae tightly.
"I will miss you," Yoochun said.
"Me, too."
“I love you.”
“I love you.” They kissed long and deep before pulling away.
Yoochun led the way down the ladder and out the door. It was raining again. Light for now.
"Fuck," Jae said under his breath.
Yoouchun looked back. Jae was on the threshold of the barn holding up a foot. There was mud covering his foot.
"Damn shoes were a hundred dollars."
Yoochun shook his head. "Shoulda worn boots, city boy."
Jae flipped him off.
Yoochun went back inside the barn. He took off his boots. "There. Wear those. Give me your shoes."
"Chunnie."
"They're ruined anyway, right? Wear the boots to keep the mud off those incredibly expensive jeans."
Jae sighed. "Fine."
He toed off his shoes and put Yoochun's boots on, shoving the jeans into the tops of the boots.
They both glanced up quickly when rain pounded on the barn.
Jae swore again.
Yoochun took off his jacket. "Here. My house is closer. I'll make a run for it."
Jae smiled. "You're too good to me."
Yoochun toyed with the string on his hat. Hasty decision made, he sat it on Jaejoong's head. "There. Now you should stay dry."
"I'll have Junsu or Junho bring them back-"
Yoochun waved it away. "I'll pick them up soon. Your dad said he would need help breaking in a horse later this week, so I'll be there."
Jae nodded.
They stared at each other again.
Yoochun's throat closed. He swallowed. "You almost look like a proper cowboy now."
Jae made a face. "And now I hate you."
Yoochun laughed, covered the distance between them and held him tightly. He didn’t want to let go, and based on the death grip Jae had on his shirt, neither did he. Yoochun took Jae's hand and pressed it against his own chest. Tears finally fell. Jae gasped, tears slipping down his cheeks. He said nothing, but set Yoochun's palm on his own chest.
"I don't want to say anything else that will sound cliché and stupid, so let’s just go, okay?"
Jae smiled. "Okay. I love you."
“I love you.”
They left the barn, pressed their lips together briefly as rain pelted down on them. And then Jae broke away, and they headed in opposite directions.
Yoochun ran and didn't look back.
Chapter 4: Old Friends
Chapter 2: Not Here
Chapter 1: Coming Home
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to tame, but I'm gonna try to ride 'em anyway. :)
Summary: You can't ever go home again. Ever.
Warning: Angst. I strongly suggest you have tissues handy.
Chapter 3:
this is where my grandma lives, and where i was while i wrote this fic
After a moment, Jae pulled away with a sigh. He pushed up, Yoochun loosened his hold. Jae straddled his lap, shifting until Yoochun's soft cock was nestled between his ass. He rocked back and forth, head back eyes shut. They both moaned.
Yoochun ran his hands down Jae's body, settling on his hips.
"Want me to ride you, cowboy?" Jae asked, a pompous smirk on his lips.
"I don't think a city boy like you knows how to put me through my paces."
Jae laughed. He ground his hips down. "Where's your bridle? That kind of attitude needs to be controlled with a strong bit."
Yoochun shook his head. He sat up, jerking his hips, pushing his now hard cock against Jae's body. "Arrogance, is that all you city boys have? If you think you can break me in, tame me, then stop talking."
Jae groaned, rocking faster.
"You gonna ride me bareback?"
"If you want it that way," he said, breathless.
"Do we have a choice?"
"I was being presumptuous, remember?"
Yoochun laughed. He turned them and laid Jae on his back.
"In my pants pocket."
Yoochun grabbed his jeans and fished in the pocket. A bottle of lube he was expecting. But not the condoms. They had never used condoms.
"Condoms?" Yoochun said it as a question.
Jae shrugged. "I thought you'd--"
Yoochun waited for him to finish. "That I'd what?"
"I don't know. I ..."
Yoochun sighed and crawled back to him, hovering over him. "I'm not stupid or naive, Jaejoong. It's been three years. I know you haven't been saving yourself for me or anything."
Jae frowned. "But you have. For me."
Yoochun shrugged. "Not really. I just haven't been looking and I don't go out. When I do, I get offers from women, but it's not enough for me. If you count a frantic hand job with Jung Yunho behind his barn, and a quick three week fling with BillieAnn Sawyer, then I haven't had anything since you."
Jae looked away, biting his lower lip.
"Don't you dare feel guilty for your life, Jae."
"I can't even count the number, Yoochun. How am I not supposed to feel guilty?"
Yoochun kissed him. "Are you clean?"
Jae nodded. "I had to be tested and have a check up before going to France."
"Okay. And I trust you, do you trust me?"
"Of course."
"Then I vote no condom."
Jae smiled. And then frowned. "Wait. You stroked one off with Jung Yunho?"
Yoochun nodded.
Jae laughed. "Aw, fuck. That's hilarious."
"Now he spends most of his time convincing me he's straight. It's really funny."
"God, this town."
"You want the updates on everyone now, or can I fuck you?"
Jae laughed. "Already got the updates from my sisters, so you're clear for fucking."
"Good."
Yoochun slammed their lips together. Jae's hands rose and wrapped around his shoulders as Yoochun sucked down his neck and licked his collar bone. Jae moaned, quiet, breathy. Yoochun moved to Jae's chest, licking his muscle right above his heart. He bit down, and then sucked, marking him, just as Jae had done. He broke away, looked at it, and then met Jae's eyes. Jae smiled, and Yoochun swallowed past a lump in his throat.
The rain had stopped, passed without them knowing. Moonlight streamed through the old slats, painting their bodies with stripes. Yoochun kissed along the illuminated skin. Down his sides, remembering and finding the spots on his ribs that when licked, Jae let out a breath of laughter. He ran his hand over Jae's thighs and Jae spread them. Yoochun licked up his cock once and then down, rolling his balls around his mouth. Jae cried out, hands fisted in the blanket. His knees bent, giving Yoochun's tongue access to his ass. He licked up him once, and then bit the inside of Jae's thighs. He took Jae's cock in his hand and stroked him slowly.
"I love you, Jae."
Jae smiled. "I love you."
Jae lifted his knees, holding them with his hand. Yoochun licked his lips, and then bent down to the offered treat. He licked Jae's hole, sliding, teasing, pressing. Jae whimpered. Yoochun touched a finger to his hole, pressing slowly, licking around it.
"God, Yoochun, I'm not a virgin. Fuck me with your fingers."
Yoochun bit him, hard. Right at the juncture where his cock met his body. Jae cried out and thrashed, but Yoochun didn't stop until there was a deep purple mark.
"There," he said. "Now this is mine until it fades."
Jae smiled. "Sentimental bastard. Fuck me."
Yoochun pushed two fingers inside of him, forcing them through the dry channel. Jae keened in utter bliss. Yoochun pulled them out and in, adding his tongue, twisting and spreading his fingers.
"God, enough, please, Chunnie. Enough."
Yoochun kept his fingers buried deep and kissed up Jae's body to his lips. He bit down on the lower one.
"You want to try to ride me now?"
"Oh god yes."
"Then come on, city boy. Show me what you got."
Yoochun rolled away. Jae moaned, scrambling with him. He straddled Yoochun's lap. With one hand stroking Yoochun's cock, Jae grabbed the bottle of lube. He tipped it over, squeezing and coated Yoochun's erection with it. He tossed the bottle away. It landed somewhere with a thunk, rolled and then thunked again and again as it fell to the lower level.
“Oops.”
"I'll find it later," Yoochun said.
Jae shifted forward, and held Yoochun’s cock against his hole. He sat, only a tiny bit, and they both moaned. Yoochun flung his head back as Jae lifted himself up, and then pushed back down.
Jae wasn't tight, at least not as tight as Yoochun remembered, but the sensation was so foreign, the grip so sensual, that he gasped out an apology and then came again.
Jae chuckled, but didn't pull up, the extra fluid lubricating from the inside. He sat, eyes shutting, as Yoochun pressed into him completely.
"God, Yoochun, you feel good.”
"So do you."
"So I noticed. I told you I could handle riding you."
Yoochun turned his head away, cheeks going red. Jae laughed and then leaned down to kiss him. He moved his hips, little jerks, and moaned into Yoochun's mouth. He gave Yoochun no chance to calm down, riding his still-hard cock fast, slamming his hips down. He pushed up, hands flat against Yoochun's chest.
"Fuck, Yoochun!"
Yoochun grabbed Jae's hips, trying to jerk up while he pushed down. It didn't take long for yet another orgasm to coil through him, but this time, he didn't want to go before Jaejoong. He wrapped his calloused hand around Jae’s cock. He stroked hard, in time with Jae's downward thrusts.
"Oh, shit," Jae gasped.
His body jerked and he lost his balance, falling over Yoochun. Their lips brushed but only their breaths joined.
"Come, Jae. I want to feel your come on my body."
"Fuck," Jae grunted and sped up, trying to thrust into Yoochun's hand and fuck his cock.
They kissed, tongues wrapping around each other.
Jae's breathing staggered, his body shook. Warmth spilled in Yoochun's hand and on his stomach. Yoochun moaned. Jae gasped and slowed, finally stopping. His elbows collapsed.
Yoochun rolled them over. Jae's legs wrapped around his body. Yoochun thrust slowly. They kissed again and again, soft, lips on lips. Noises fell to quiet moans and whimpers. Neither rushing, moving as one. Together, and it felt like it was forever.
Yoochun could not take his eyes off of Jaejoong's perfection. His cheeks and eyes and nose and eyelashes as they fluttered, twitching, tongue darting out to lick reddened lips.
"You're so beautiful, Jae."
"You said that already."
“I know."
Yoochun kissed his closed eyes.
Their orgasms were slow, building and twisting, slipping as skin brushed, as breathing jerked. Yoochun came first, his head bowed, lips whispering Jae's name into the skin at his shoulder. Jae whimpered when Yoochun faltered, he rocked his hips and stroked his own cock. Yoochun thrust again, weak, but enough that Jae cried out, head back, as he came, body shaking more from the tears streaming down his face than the orgasm.
Yoochun kissed the tears away, whispering I love you’s.
"Chunnie?"
"Huh?"
"Burn this place down."
Yoochun pulled away, glaring. “What?”
"I ... I can't handle it, knowing that its still here, that we're still here. Promise me, you'll torch it."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"I just can’t. And that’s really selfish of you," Yoochun said, "leaving me to destroy it, so you don't have to watch as flames lick at our lives. I won't do it."
They shivered as cool air blew on their hot, sweaty skin. Yoochun covered them with the blanket again. Jae curled into his side, head at Yoochun’s chest, and everything felt normal, right, perfect. For a moment, they hadn’t been separated for three years, and there was no threat of never being together again.
"Can we slow down time for just tonight?" Jae whispered.
"Probably not."
"I think everyone should a have a chance to do that once in their lives. For one brief moment."
"What if this isn't our moment?" Yoochun asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What if the moment we're supposed to extend isn't this one? What if it hasn't happened yet, what if it already happened and we missed it?"
"What are you being so melancholy for?"
"You started it."
Jae sat up, shivering, his back to Yoochun. The moonlight shone on Jae's tattooed shoulders. Yoochun traced his fingers over the lettering.
"Hope to the end," Yoochun whispered. "I like it."
"Is this the end? Our end? Do I hope that-"
"Stop it, Jae. Now."
"Sorry."
Yoochun sat up. He kissed the individual letters of each word and then licked around the lines of the tattoo. A few more hours. That's all they had, but Yoochun knew that's all his heart could handle.
|_K_|
Yoochun's internal clock woke him up before dawn. Jae was still asleep, head on Yoochun's shoulder. He watched him sleep for a moment, arms behind his head, and then carded his hands through his hair. Jae moaned and pressed deeper into Yoochun's muscle.
"Come on, Jae. I have chores to get to."
Jae stirred and cursed.
Yoochun climbed out from under him and started getting dressed.
"I definitely don't miss the early hours."
Yoochun laughed. "I'll sleep in when I'm dead."
Jae yawned and sat up. Yoochun stared at his sleepy eyes and ruffled hair, and the love, pressure around his heart, was enough to make him stop breathing for a moment.
And then Jae winced. "I need a shower." He stood up, stretched.
They dressed in silence. Yoochun waited until touching skin was less of a temptation, and then he hugged Jae tightly.
"I will miss you," Yoochun said.
"Me, too."
“I love you.”
“I love you.” They kissed long and deep before pulling away.
Yoochun led the way down the ladder and out the door. It was raining again. Light for now.
"Fuck," Jae said under his breath.
Yoouchun looked back. Jae was on the threshold of the barn holding up a foot. There was mud covering his foot.
"Damn shoes were a hundred dollars."
Yoochun shook his head. "Shoulda worn boots, city boy."
Jae flipped him off.
Yoochun went back inside the barn. He took off his boots. "There. Wear those. Give me your shoes."
"Chunnie."
"They're ruined anyway, right? Wear the boots to keep the mud off those incredibly expensive jeans."
Jae sighed. "Fine."
He toed off his shoes and put Yoochun's boots on, shoving the jeans into the tops of the boots.
They both glanced up quickly when rain pounded on the barn.
Jae swore again.
Yoochun took off his jacket. "Here. My house is closer. I'll make a run for it."
Jae smiled. "You're too good to me."
Yoochun toyed with the string on his hat. Hasty decision made, he sat it on Jaejoong's head. "There. Now you should stay dry."
"I'll have Junsu or Junho bring them back-"
Yoochun waved it away. "I'll pick them up soon. Your dad said he would need help breaking in a horse later this week, so I'll be there."
Jae nodded.
They stared at each other again.
Yoochun's throat closed. He swallowed. "You almost look like a proper cowboy now."
Jae made a face. "And now I hate you."
Yoochun laughed, covered the distance between them and held him tightly. He didn’t want to let go, and based on the death grip Jae had on his shirt, neither did he. Yoochun took Jae's hand and pressed it against his own chest. Tears finally fell. Jae gasped, tears slipping down his cheeks. He said nothing, but set Yoochun's palm on his own chest.
"I don't want to say anything else that will sound cliché and stupid, so let’s just go, okay?"
Jae smiled. "Okay. I love you."
“I love you.”
They left the barn, pressed their lips together briefly as rain pelted down on them. And then Jae broke away, and they headed in opposite directions.
Yoochun ran and didn't look back.
Chapter 4: Old Friends
Chapter 2: Not Here
Chapter 1: Coming Home
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