From Day One [2/3]

[beya3x]

Title:  From Day One
Summary: Jaejoong gets a new neighbor and wants to make love to him. 
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance, Humor, Smut
Rating: NC17
Length: Triple shot

Part 1

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Jaejoong couldn’t fight back a thick moan as he felt Yunho bite the sensitive spot below his ear. His shirt had long been discarded and he could feel his back burning against the rough carpet as his new neighbor rocked their clothed erections together.

“Yunho,” he whimpered, arching his neck as he felt his nipple reel between Yunho’s thumb and forefinger.  He carded his hands through his hair and pulled him for another kiss.  He opened his mouth as Yunho crushed against his already swollen lips. With their tongues dancing hotly against each other's, Jaejoong felt as if had already forgotten how to breath without the air Yunho exhaled.

Jaejoong’s heart was swelling…and so was the bulge underneath the thin cloth of his boxers-the only clothing that left on him. It felt so good to have Yunho’s body pinning him down, rubbing against him. He could feel everything, Yunho’s hot skin against his, his muscles flexing at every movement, his hard cock pressing against Jaejoong’s own hardness. The blond felt delirious to have Yunho ravishing him. The man was perfect…everything he did, he in general, just felt so damn good on his skin. He loved it, and Yunho could tell from the lewd sounds he was making.

The blond’s breath hitched again as he felt a hand slide into his boxers, squeezing his ass. God, they had only met but he was already whimpering for Yunho so helplessly. “Too…fast,” he complained breathlessly, but his body betrayed him when his legs wrapped themselves around Yunho.

“I’m sorry, baby…I can’t stop now” Yunho nibbled along his neck, his hands not relenting on palming Jaejoong’s butt. “Too...fucking…delicious,” he said in between kisses.

He went for Jaejoong’s mouth for another sloppy kiss and Jaejoong knew there’d be no way for him to slow things down either.

“Yunho!” he couldn’t help a scream at the sudden lingering finger tracing his entrance.  Yunho teased him with a smirk as he pressed a finger against it, but not quite breaching him.

“You still want to go slower?”

Jaejoong rolled his head back, squirming his lower body in search of Yunho’s touch. “God.,.”

“I could go really slow Jaejoong,” Yunho rubbed two fingers painfully slow against his opening.

A curse was Jaejoong’s only reply, going crazy over the toe curling sensations against him. He dug his heels on Yunho's back, pulling his hips closer.

“Jaejoong…” he whispered as he tugged the other’s earlobe, still continuing his teasing actions. “You don’t know how much I want to take you right now, but if you want to take it slow, maybe I can do that…” Yunho added more pressure but only so briefly before he continued tracing his fingers lightly. His nail scraping gently on the wrinkled skin.

“Shit. God Yunho! Faster…please…do something!” He was going to go mad.

Yunho licked the corner of his mouth before Jaejoong heard a low chuckle. He felt a long finger enter him.  Yunho didn’t wait long for him to adjust before he added another, probing him, looking for his sensitive spot.

The blond felt another hand fist his cock and he could feel his climax coming. He’d almost feel embarrassed for being so needy and bold about it, but Yunho’s hands just felt so good rubbing against his dick. He rocked against it, the contact never being enough.

The blond bit his lips hard to hold back the moans fighting to escape his throat. His fingers raked through the carpet as Yunho finally moved faster. His fingers thrusting in deeper and his hand finally squeezing his hardness.

“Yunho,” he breathed out again as the other’s fingers finally hit him where he wanted.

“Jaejoong”

“Yunho”

“Jaejoong!”

“Yun-“

“JAEJOONG!”

“JAEJOONG WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

Jaejoong felt his back hit a hard cold surface and his eyes immediately bolted wide open.  He briefly stared at the ceiling before his limbs went in a scramble, trying to untangle himself from the sheets.

He wasn’t naked. He wasn’t in a candle lit room laid on a carpet, and he most definitely was not with Yunho.

He rubbed his hand against his pounding head as he sat up. “Shit, Yoochun. Did you have to push me off the bed?”

“Well, I couldn’t read the morning paper with you, moaning and humping the pillow”

Jaejoong made a face and threw a stray sock at his friend. “I didn’t ask you to come here for the night to ruin my morning”

“Well, I didn’t know that keeping you company would entail being sexually violated as you moaned and squirmed while having wet dreams about your neighbor.”

“Shut up!”

“What? It’s about time you woke up anyway, lazy ass”

Jaejoong rolled his eyes in irritation, but his expression instantly changed into distress. His jaws hung open and his eyes went wide. Yoochun could only look at him in confusion. “Shit shit shit shit. What time is it?” Jaejoong rambled as he got up and stormed outside his room.

“8:25. Why?” Still not knowing what the hell was happening, Yoochun put the paper down and scurried to follow his best friend, only to see him almost plastered against the door, his head and hands glued to the tiny peephole.

“What the fuck?”

“Ssshhhh!”

“Again, what the fuck?”

“I almost missed it. I almost missed it. I almost missed it” Yoochun heard the blond mumbling to himself, and as usual, none of it was making sense.

“Jae.” He started, but the other was not giving him any attention. “Jae! Jaejoong! Jaejoong! JAE! JAEJOONG! KIM JAEJOONG!”

Jaejoong finally turned with a peeved expression. “Do you really have to scream?”

“Apparently, yes, because you’ve gone deaf! What are you doing?”

The blond sighed before looking back into the peephole. “It’s almost 8:30. Yunho goes down to take his milk bottles for the milkman to collect and when he goes up, he picks up the paper from his doorstep and he only wears shorts in the morning. Damn it, when he bends down you can see that sexy ass”

“You are fucking crazy,” Yoochun said as he lifted his arms up before heading back to the room in digression.

It took about fifteen minutes before Jaejoong came back in with disappointment sprawled all over his face. The blond flopped himself on the bed, groaning in complaint.

“What’s wrong?”

“He never came out.”

“Maybe you missed him.”

“No. The newspaper is still there.” Jaejoong turned to his back and buried he head against a pillow. “He hadn’t come home last night either.”

“You think he’s out?”

As if not hearing what Yoochun had just said, Jaejoong ran his hand through his hair in some sort of panic. “Dear God Yoochun! He could be sleeping with someone. Fuck, they could be having breakfast in bed together right now and he could be fucking that person even before they finish the pancakes!”

His best friend let out an exasperated groan, “That, or maybe, he overslept and didn’t take his milk bottles out on time.”

“Fuck!” Jaejoong groaned one more time, still ignoring his best friend’s words. He hated the idea of Yunho sleeping in someone else’s place.

Yoochun pulled the pillow off Jaejoong’s hands and looked at him seriously. “Look. You’re obviously crazy about the guy, hook up with him already.”

“But Chun, I don’t know if he’s interested. Look, on his first night here, he had me in between his legs, and I was definitely putting myself out there! I put my face so close to his and even licked my lips…he didn’t even kiss me.”

“So what? He’s a gentleman.”

“Exactly, he’s a gentleman. He’s hot and he’s a gentleman. How could it get anymore perfect than that?”

“Then go ask him out!” Yoochun almost felt like pulling all the strands of his hair. Jaejoong was making it so hard from himself.

"I already did!" the blond replied defensively.

"I think asking him to do laundry with you is hardly a date."

"Shut up! I can't ask him out okay? I don't want to sound desperate in front of him."

“How long has it been since you last talked to him?”

“Four days” he said, almost guiltily.

"Shit Jae. Look at you. Who are you and what did you do to my sexy vixen best friend?"

Jaejoong went silent and sat up, biting his lips. It wasn’t so simple with Yunho.  He sighed before starting to speak. "It's just that…Yunho's different okay? He helped me fix my sink...shirtless by the way" he paused and pointed out to Yoochun, who only shook his head amusedly. "He took my trash bag when I was struggling in the staircase, and he caught me with his arms when I almost fell, it’s almost just like in the movies. He offered me a ride to grocery and spent an afternoon with me helping me look for a job!”

The blond fell back on the duvet, getting carried away from remembering his time with Yunho, “He held my hand for good luck each time I submitted an application and he rubbed his thumb against me knuckles, Yoochun! He rubbed his thumb against my knuckles, isn't that the sweetest thing?"

"Okay," Yoochun said dully.

"Oh! And did it tell you that he likes the same music as I do? Even you don't like the same music as me! He’s just so great. So right. But I don’t know if he’s into me that way”

Yoochun lied down and propped his elbows to look at Jaejoong, the other stared back at him, expecting some good advice. “Is there no indication, completely, that he likes you?”

Jaejoong sighed trying to recall. There had been moments but he was afraid that everything had been so perfect that his heart was confusing “special moments” with Yunho being, well, perfect. “Uhm…Well…there is this thing...he has this thing, when I go to his place to watch a movie, we'd curl up on the corner of the couch and he would run circles around my thigh.”

Yoochun’s jaw almost fell, but before he could say a word, he let Jaejoong continue. “And when we have to say goodbye from hanging out, he'd slip a hand underneath my shirt and lightly rub my back…”

Yoochun blinked in disbelief. Only a few months of not dating and had his best friend become a clueless virgin? He wanted to bang Jaejoong’s head against the wall. "He's into you! I can't believe you didn't catch on to that!"

"Yah Yoochun! But it's just...it's different with Yunho! And come on, why hasn't he asked me out yet? Why hasn’t he kissed me?"

"Inviting you in his apartment to watch movies? That sounds like a fucking date. And have you even given him a chance to kiss you?"

Jaejoong paused and then looked at Yoochun as if he'd just found the solution to world hunger. "Shit. That does sound like a date. Shit. How could I be so stupid? Should I ask him out?"

"Yes!"

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Jaejoong looked at his reflection from the mirror, fixing the invisible creases on his shirt as he practiced his lines. “Oh, hey Yun-“

His face contorted into an annoyed knot. Too dull.

“Hey, Yunho! I was just wondering if you would like to go out some time?” he flashed a smile and ended with tilting his head expectantly, but charmingly. Perfect. That was perfect,

….only because it was probably his hundredth try.

The blond patted the side of his cheeks before he took a deep breath and made a step out his apartment. He was supposed to knock on his neighbor’s door and ask him out, but to his pleasant surprise, Yunho was just by the door of his own flat. Judging by the bags, he’d probably come home from the grocery.

“Yunho!” Jaejoong burst out, things weren’t exactly going as planned, but it was fine. He wished he said it attractively, at least.

“Jae. I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” the taller man flashed another smile and once he saw it, Jaejoong knew his practice had all gone down the drain. Yunho walked to him, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. His playful expression suddenly changed as he began talking. “Uh…I’ve been wanting to ask you this for some time now…”

Yunho looked at him sincerely in the eye, and the blond could only swallow. He licked his lips and he didn’t miss the way Yunho looked at his mouth. “Fuck,” he heard the other curse quietly, obviously distracted by Jaejoong’s gesture

“Jaejoong, I want to-“

“Oppa!” a loud, girly voice from the staircase suddenly disturbed them and the two men turned their heads to the direction of the sound. “Yunho oppa!” They heard it again and Jaejoong looked at his neighbor in confusion.

“Uhm…wait Jae…I just have to…” Jaejoong watched Yunho move away from him and even more confusion.

“Oppa! If you don’t come down here and help me with our groceries, I’m not cooking dinner for you!”

The blond felt an unpleasant wave of coldness overwhelm him as he made his way to the staircase. A part of him knew he was only looking for trouble but he tilted his head down to look where Yunho had gone off. Looking down a few flights, he could see Yunho approach a beautiful young woman, helping her carry the bags in her hands.

“How dare you leave me like that!” Jaejoong could hear faintly. Yunho grabbed the bags and said, as what Jaejoong could make out, an “I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and the girl immediately broke into a smile, pinching his nose playfully and then leaning her head to his shoulder.

Jaejoong just felt his heart drop all the way to the first floor. He immediately ran back to his apartment and grabbed the phone. This wasn't a good feeling. It wasn't a good feeling at all. He could almost feel puke rise up against his throat. His chest was running out of air and his heart was thumping the way Yunho had always made it thump...only this time, in a bad way.

His heart was breaking even before he had a chance to give it to Yunho.

His fingers were shaking as he dialed Yoochun's number, biting his lips, hoping desperately that his best friend would pick up, because damn, he needed someone to talk to.

His fingers tapped uneasily on the counter as he heard nothing but ringing from the other side of the line. "Pick up pick up pickup" he chanted in a whisper.

"Hello?" when a voice finally answered, Jaejoong's legs gave up and he sagged down to the floor, leaning his head against the wall.

"Yoochun-ah! He has a girlfriend! Jung Yunho has a fucking girlfriend!"

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A/N: DON’T KILL MEEE. >_< I'll post the next update real soon. I know I left with a cliffhanger, and a not so good one at that, but I hope you still enjoy…? XD At least there was some semi smut in the beginning, right? >_____<

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