Deafening Awakening
03. Deafening Awakening-
Jaejoong/Junsu, R; Angst
"Jaejoong, it hurts"
He keeps thrusting and fucking, but no matter how loud Junsu screams, he had no ears for him.
He's never wanted anything more than to tell Jaejoong how much he was hurting. It wasn't like this was their first fuck, but it's never been so painful. It's never been full of nothingness that once used to be compassion and love.
"Jaejoong," Junsu hears himself say, unsure of who or what he's become. He thrashes his body to the side trying to avoid the painful blows. Jaejoong counters him and grabs him by his waist. He pulls Junsu's body closer to him and continues his pleasure.
"Please!" He begs. His tears starting to fall, slip from the corner of his eyes. It's not long before a pillow comes rushing to his face - not a single word from him, just excruciating, mind boggling thrusts.
I don't understand, Junsu thinks. He's never done anything bad to Jaejoong. Not even the slightest thing would upset him. Why, what is this punishment?
Jaejoong removes the pillow once Junsu understands - no more complaining. Silent tears, hot and salty, roll off his cheeks.
Junsu was drifting to sleep, lying peacefully next to Jaejoong. It was already past 12am by the time they've headed back to their room. They agreed, sleeping in a cozy bed snuggled up next to each other would be perfect - especially on their third anniversary. It was about time Jaejoong moved in.
But the way Jaejoong felt him up, or the way his hands pressed between his thighs and rubbed against his crotch, wasn't soothing at all. The harsh lip biting kisses woke Junsu up, "Yah...Jaejoong," he mumbled softly trying to shake the older man out of it. "Jaejoong, it hurts."
"No, no!" Junsu yells. The house was empty. Enclosed.
The night was calm as it'll ever be. A simple glance at the house from outside was pointless. Nothing was different. Nothing was new. Just mediocre, normal, happenings.
Silence rang like a bell. Its deafening presence stung, not even impaired ears would be able to ignore Junsu's silent cries.
Then, he was done. He properly cleaned himself and packed it away.
Junsu just wanted to yell a big "Fuck You" and kick him out of the house - forever. Leave him to be a stray dog with nothing on his back in the cold. His blood was boiling from head to toe with anger. Fear. Embarrassment-
"Junsu, I love you," Jaejoong curls behind him, filling each curve and space between them.
Bullshit-
"I love you, too." He chokes, barely audible. Fuck you. Their fingers intertwine, and Junsu bites his lip instead of breaking his fingers. Their eyes lidded, and night takes it's course - revolving, never stopping. Not for this, not for them, not for anyone. Life silently goes on.
edited: July 19, 2009
Jaejoong/Junsu, R; Angst
"Jaejoong, it hurts"
Click to viewHe keeps thrusting and fucking, but no matter how loud Junsu screams, he had no ears for him.
He's never wanted anything more than to tell Jaejoong how much he was hurting. It wasn't like this was their first fuck, but it's never been so painful. It's never been full of nothingness that once used to be compassion and love.
"Jaejoong," Junsu hears himself say, unsure of who or what he's become. He thrashes his body to the side trying to avoid the painful blows. Jaejoong counters him and grabs him by his waist. He pulls Junsu's body closer to him and continues his pleasure.
"Please!" He begs. His tears starting to fall, slip from the corner of his eyes. It's not long before a pillow comes rushing to his face - not a single word from him, just excruciating, mind boggling thrusts.
I don't understand, Junsu thinks. He's never done anything bad to Jaejoong. Not even the slightest thing would upset him. Why, what is this punishment?
Jaejoong removes the pillow once Junsu understands - no more complaining. Silent tears, hot and salty, roll off his cheeks.
Junsu was drifting to sleep, lying peacefully next to Jaejoong. It was already past 12am by the time they've headed back to their room. They agreed, sleeping in a cozy bed snuggled up next to each other would be perfect - especially on their third anniversary. It was about time Jaejoong moved in.
But the way Jaejoong felt him up, or the way his hands pressed between his thighs and rubbed against his crotch, wasn't soothing at all. The harsh lip biting kisses woke Junsu up, "Yah...Jaejoong," he mumbled softly trying to shake the older man out of it. "Jaejoong, it hurts."
"No, no!" Junsu yells. The house was empty. Enclosed.
The night was calm as it'll ever be. A simple glance at the house from outside was pointless. Nothing was different. Nothing was new. Just mediocre, normal, happenings.
Silence rang like a bell. Its deafening presence stung, not even impaired ears would be able to ignore Junsu's silent cries.
Then, he was done. He properly cleaned himself and packed it away.
Junsu just wanted to yell a big "Fuck You" and kick him out of the house - forever. Leave him to be a stray dog with nothing on his back in the cold. His blood was boiling from head to toe with anger. Fear. Embarrassment-
"Junsu, I love you," Jaejoong curls behind him, filling each curve and space between them.
Bullshit-
"I love you, too." He chokes, barely audible. Fuck you. Their fingers intertwine, and Junsu bites his lip instead of breaking his fingers. Their eyes lidded, and night takes it's course - revolving, never stopping. Not for this, not for them, not for anyone. Life silently goes on.
edited: July 19, 2009