[fic] Dress Up 1/3
Title: Dress Up
Pairings: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, romance
Warnings: cross-dressing, age difference (Yunho is 28, Jae is 16)
Chapters: 1/3
Summary: Jaejoong had always been pretty like a girl but not until the day he met Yunho, had he actually thought of dressing like one.
A/N: So a few months ago when me and taemun were in Japan we came up with this story where Jaejoong wears dresses and Yunho is a kind-hearted pervert, and I just couldn't get the idea out my head ;^; So I wrote this super smutty three chapter story haha.. Hope you guys have as fun reading this as I had writing~ Two pictures are included as usual... Also the chapters are quite long :3
Part 1
Kim Jaejoong was a completely normal boy of age sixteen and a half. He went to school, had average grades, collected CDs from his favorite band and on Saturdays and Wednesdays, spent his afternoons assisting younger kids in boy scouts. He was quite tall but skinny for his age, with clear white skin and dark, silky hair he often pinned up to keep his long bangs from falling over his eyes. You could say he was pretty for a boy - prettier than most girls in his class - but to him it wasn't a problem. Jaejoong had never understood why some people thought it would be bad for a boy to be that pretty. It definitely wasn't bad at all when the most popular upper classman had sent him a love letter in secret telling him he was gay - but even though it had warmed his heart, Jaejoong hadn't been interested.
He was too busy to have a boyfriend - he was only sixteen after all - and besides, he was completely satisfied with daydreaming about the handsome singer of his favorite bands - until the day he met Jung Yunho.
It was another Saturday morning, nothing special at all, when Jaejoong woke up early to go out and knock on doors to sell some cookies to the neighbors. They were collecting money for a summer trip with the kids (they had voted on going to West coast and staying there at the beach, sleeping in tents) but they had a lot of boxes of cookies to sell before they could get there. Jaejoong had been planning to go out and sell the cookies with his friend Junsu who was a year younger than him but also assisting in scouts - but this morning the other had in fact phoned Jaejoong, telling him he was sick with a cold. And so, Jaejoong stuffed at least fifteen boxes of chocolate chip cookies in his bag, as much as he could carry really, and got on his bike to start riding around town.
The first two houses he visited didn't even open the door. The next few refused politely, but by now Jaejoong was already tired of running up stairs to go and ring their doorbells. Maybe those people had already bought chocolates or maybe they just didn't care for giving any money to a good cause in exchange for cookies, Jaejoong thought, as he turned his bike around and decided to head to a different direction. On the other side of the river Jaejoong crossed by bike, were much fancier houses. The people that lived there were much richer than the neighborhood Jaejoong had lived in all his life. They could surely afford to buy a box of cookies from a poor boy whose legs were already aching from carrying his heavy back pack.
Parking his bike to the side of the fence that led to to a tall, freshly painted apartment building, Jaejoong skipped up the stairs and crossed the front garden to get to the house. An old lady was just coming out of the main door and she let Jaejoong in, wishing him a good day as she went. Smiling to himself, Jaejoong pressed a button to call for an elevator and stepped in. It would be for the best to start from the highest floor and make his way down, as the richest people often lived in the highest floors, Jaejoong thought. He checked his appearance from the mirror as the elevator took him higher. In his hurry this morning he had brushed his teeth and pinned his hair up the usual way, but even Jaejoong himself had to admit it - he looked pretty cute that day. He was wearing a soft old t-shirt with a logo of his favorite band and his favorite jeans that looked very nice on him.
The elevator made a sound and Jaejoong turned around, shifting to get a better hold of the bag he was carrying and stepped into the hallway. There were only three doors and without really thinking about it, Jaejoong stepped up to knock on the first door. Nobody answered. Biting the side of his cheek, Jaejoong knocked on the second one. There was no-one home. Thinking that he seemed to be out of luck today, Jaejoong approached the last door - but just as he was about to raise a hand to ring the doorbell, it opened. Behind it was the most handsome man Jaejoong had ever layed his eyes on. He was much taller than Jaejoong and his eyes were shaped like chocolate covered almonds, his jawline was strong and sharp and his body looked simply perfect. He was clearly muscular like he spent hours exercising every single day, but he still wasn't stick thin and Jaejoong liked that. The man must have been in his late twenties.
"Can I help you?" he asked with a soft, polite voice, eyes going up and down Jaejoong's shorter figure. His eyes paused on the bag of cookies Jaejoong had lowered to the floor next to him.
"Would you like to buy a box of cookies baked by boy scouts? The profit is going to go to our yearly summer trip," Jaejoong asked brightly even though his heart had just started pounding madly in his chest. The man didn't say anything.
He stared at Jaejoong for what seemed like forever, so long that Jaejoong began to think he had somehow offended the man. The scent of coffee lingered to his nose from the man's apartment - Jaejoong had probably interrupted his relaxing Saturday morning.
"How much is one box?" The man asked, finally breaking the silence. He was now eyeing Jaejoong with strange interest, almost hungrily, but Jaejoong didn't really care for the man was that handsome. He sort of reminded Jaejoong of his favorite singer - except even more good looking.
"You can get three for the price of two," Jaejoong replied, bending down and grabbing a box of cookies from the bag and showing the man the price. The older man leaned in closer and he smelt really nice, like he had just showered this morning.
"I'll buy them all if you come over and have breakfast with me," he then said, and Jaejoong looked up in shock, mouth falling open.
"Breakfast?" he asked uncertainly, eyes going back and forth between the guy's gorgeous face and the open door behind him.
"Only breakfast. I just made coffee. Or do you prefer tea?"
"I... I..." Jaejoong stuttered, unable to believe his ears. This man must be some sort of pervert - there was no other explanation. Who would ask a stranger to come over like that? Did he think Jaejoong was older than he was? Why was he so breathtakingly handsome?
"I'm Yunho," the man said nervously, "I can assure you it won't be dangerous. Unless you're allergic to wheat or something - I just got a fresh loaf of bread from the bakery."
"Oh... Maybe for a second then," Jaejoong agreed, handing over the bag of cookies to Yunho before entering the apartment. He was indeed kind of hungry. Yunho shut the door after him but for some reason he didn't feel trapped at all. Yunho seemed nice and not pervert like - or maybe he just really liked cookies.
"Over here," Yunho said, and walked over to the kitchen with Jaejoong close behind him. It was a nice apartment, probably fairly expensive, but not extravagant in any way. Yunho had indeed been making coffee as he grabbed the pan to pour the drink into two tea cups. There was a loaf of bread on the table, some single packaged pieces of cheddar cheese and a bowl of fruit.
Jaejoong sat down by the kitchen table as Yunho placed a cup in front of him and took a seat as well from opposite of Jaejoong who was looking quite nervous. Yunho opened a box of cookies, took a bite from one and pushed the box over to Jaejoong's side, smiling gently at the younger. With a shaking hand, Jaejoong picked a cookie and bit on it, feeling immensely uncomfortable under Yunho's intense gaze. Why wasn't he saying anything?
Yunho was now sipping his coffee, looking quite relaxed in his white button down shirt like he often had underage boy scouts in his apartment having breakfast with him. Nibbling on the cookie, Jaejoong tried to look everywhere but Yunho. What had he gotten himself into? Was Yunho going to murder him or something?
"You're not drinking," Yunho said after at least five whole minutes of sitting in silence. "I haven't drugged it, you know."
"I don't really like coffee," Jaejoong answered, feeling his cheeks blush without his consent - why was Yunho so damn attractive? "It makes my stomach hurt."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Yunho apologized, looking sincere, "I can make you tea then. I have a strawberry flavored one if you'd like."
"No... I think I should be going," Jaejoong muttered, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "I have to sell more cookies."
"No, don't! I can buy them all," Yunho said, now looking a bit ashamed, "I'd like it if you stayed for a couple more minutes. You don't have to do anything at all."
"So... You just want me to sit here while you drink coffee and stare at me without saying anything?" Jaejoong asked, picking on his fingernails under the table in his nervousness. He didn't mind staying, but he had heard plenty of horror stories about strange men who did strange things to kids like him. But always in those stories the culprits were old and stinky dudes - not attractive young bachelors with bodies so hot the mere thought of touching the man's abs made Jaejoong drool.
"I can talk if you'd like," Yunho hurried to say, "I'm an architect. I bought this apartment last summer."
"Oh."
"What's your name?"
"Jaejoong," he replied as Yunho got up from the table and started preparing him tea. "My parents know I'm here... They'll be worried if I don't come back home."
"I told you, I'm not going to hurt you or anything," Yunho said and flashed a gentle smile at Jaejoong - bright enough to make Jaejoong's stomach start filling up with butterflies. He placed another, same kind of tea cup on front of Jaejoong, gave him a tea bag and filled the cup with hot water before sitting down again. "I just want you to have tea with me."
"Alright them," Jaejoong sighed, his ears still burning from the handsome smile Yunho had just given him. "I guess it's okay if we just have tea."
"Good," Yunho smiled again, looking relieved, and sipped on his coffee without talking. His eyes never left Jaejoong - the younger wondered if he was purposely trying not to blink - but only kept staring like he had never seen anything quite as interesting.
"So..." Jaejoong started, just to break the silence, "Is it fun being an architect?"
Yunho shrugged and reached out to grab another cookie from the box on the table. They were quiet again for a whole minute.
"Umm... Are you married?"
Yunho shook his head but smiled. He looked confident like he was enjoying the discomfort Jaejoong was in. After a few more questions Jaejoong gave up. He just sat there, staring right back at Yunho because this was really starting to annoy him - why had Yunho invited him over if he wasn't even going to say anything at all? The annoyance in Jaejoong's eyes must have been evident because Yunho finally started speaking.
"You look really beautiful," he said simply, "You must be the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
Jaejoong flushed bright pink, unable to believe what Yunho was telling him. His cheeks burned under Yunho's gaze, from both pleasure and nervousness - where was this headed?
"Don't take this the wrong way but you look like a girl," Yunho continued apologetically but Jaejoong wasn't offended.
"I hear that a lot," he said, smiling a little, "I get it from my mother I guess."
"But you're a boy," Yunho was now also smiling, "Would you mind... Maybe... How can I say this..."
"What is it?" Jaejoong asked trying to be encouraging. For some reason he was starting to quite like Yunho even though they hadn't exactly had a decent conversation yet. Just looking at Yunho's face made him feel all kinds of things.
"Would you mind coming over every once in a while? Once a week would be nice if that's not too much," Yunho's voice was softer, as if he was afraid Jaejoong was going to say no. "I promise we'll just have tea. Nothing more."
"Oh," Jaejoong let out a puff of air, unsure of what to do. If Yunho was indeed a serial killer rapist, wouldn't he have made a move already? What if he was just lonely and needed the company?
His mom would kill him if she heard he had agreed to something like this.
"Mhh-okay."
"Excuse me?"
"Okay," Jaejoong repeated, not really knowing why he had agreed but still sure of his decision, "Sure, I can come over once a week."
The smile Yunho gave him was so worth it. His whole face brightened up and he grinned wildly, his entire posture relaxing again now that Jaejoong had answered. Leaning back in his chair, Yunho continued staring at Jaejoong for a few long minutes before walking him back to the door and saying goodbye.
Before Jaejoong left, Yunho took his wallet from the nearest side table and placed a few bills into Jaejoong's hands - way more than the bags of cookies had costed - and as if he did so, his hands shook from simply touching Jaejoong's palm. Jaejoong shoved the bills into his jeans' pocket and tried to understand if he had just indeed been paid to just sit there with the most handsome man he had ever seen and whether it was some sort of prostitution when Yunho gave him his business card.
"Here's my phone number," he said, also purposely placing it directly into Jaejoong's hand, "You can call me anytime. If there's anything you need. I'll pick it up."
"Thanks," Jaejoong replied, feeling completely dumbstruck, but pocketed the card as well. Then Yunho leaned in closer - for a short moment Jaejoong thought he was going to kiss him - but then pulled back again, the door behind the younger now opened. Not sure why he was suddenly feeling disappointed, Jaejoong gave Yunho one last smile and turned around to leave. He might have been imagining it but as he walked his way back to the elevator, he felt like Yunho's eyes were still following him until he disappeared from sight.
Back at home, Jaejoong checked the internet to find out if Yunho was indeed some sort of notorious sex offender, but found absolutely nothing of such. He did find some articles about awards Yunho had won and loads of boring information about the place where he worked at, but it seemed like Yunho was in fact, just a normal guy. Well, normal might not have been the right word to describe him, but maybe Yunho had in fact thought Jaejoong to be older. Maybe Yunho had just thought he was attractive without realizing Jaejoong was very much under age. Maybe Yunho wanted to date him.
With that very pleasant thought in his mind, Jaejoong rolled around in bed that evening, thinking about going on a date with Yunho. He saved a picture of Yunho he found on the internet to his phone and stared at it while under the blankets in bed and after a while of careful consideration send him a text with tons of cutesy emoticons. For a few long seconds Jaejoong waited, ready to bury his head in a pillow and suffocate himself if Yunho didn't text him back but in fact, a reply came sooner than he had expected.
Shouldn't you be sleeping?
Jaejoong smiled to himself, his stomach fluttering with butterflies again as his fingers flew over the screen. No school tomorrow, it's Sunday~
Go to bed, pretty.
Jaejoong had to bite his tongue to suppress a shriek. He shouldn't have felt like this, he still didn't know anything about Yunho at all, but he couldn't help himself. If he could have an older boyfriend who took him to nice dates it would have been a dream come true. Sure, he hadn't had much time to consider such things before, but in his mind, he could already see a clear image of Yunho coming to pick him up from school with an expensive car and kissing him in front of the main gates for all other students to see. It would be like dating a rock star.
And so, Jaejoong agreed to meet Yunho next Thursday after school. He went back to Yunho's apartment, still dressed in his school uniform and the older man let him in instantly as if he had also been eager to see Jaejoong again. This time Yunho was wearing a tie with his shirt and expensive looking slacks - he had probably also arrived straight from work. On the kitchen table was a box of expensive pastries Yunho had picked up from the bakery on his way and tea cups had already been placed on the table to where they had sat last time as well.
Their second meeting went quite like their first. Yunho did speak a little more, but mostly just stared at Jaejoong while they ate their strawberry cakes and drank their tea. In fact, Jaejoong was so nervous he was the one that did most of the talking. He babbled on and on to Yunho about what was going on at school because he didn't want to spend the time in uncomfortable silence even though that didn't seem to bother Yunho at all. Yunho laughed at his silly stories while sipping on his drink but Jaejoong couldn't stop talking out of nervousness.
The third time and the fourth time they met were very much the same, though gradually Yunho had started to speak a bit more. Jaejoong found out he had a younger sister, he used to have a dog and that he had actually went to the same school as Jaejoong when he was younger. He learned Yunho was 28 years old, that he was a partner in the company where he worked and that his favorite color was red. After four times of meeting in Yunho's apartment, Jaejoong was already head over heels for the man. He had never been the type to fall for teachers or friends' older brothers, but there was just something about Yunho that made his heart beat so much faster. He had even taken a poster of his favorite singer off the wall just because he had felt like it had been staring at him while he had been touching himself in bed, thinking about Yunho.
The fifth time Jaejoong went to Yunho's place was somehow totally different. When Yunho opened the door to him to let him inside, the atmosphere was much stranger than before. It was a normal Sunday afternoon, but that day Yunho was shaking and seemed too nervous to even pour water in Jaejoong's tea cup. He kept asking the same questions over and over again about what Jaejoong had done this weekend, unable to concentrate as something was clearly bothering him. For a moment Jaejoong thought he had done something wrong to piss Yunho off but after at least thirty minutes of painful awkwardness, Yunho finally told him what was up.
"There's something I would like to ask you to do," Yunho said, his voice clearly shaking, "And you can say no if you don't want to."
"Um... What is it?" Jaejoong asked, not really feeling that nervous as he was already sure Yunho wasn't a psychotic murder maniac.
"There's something I'd like you to... Um... Wear," Yunho mumbled unclearly and it was strange to see him so nervous. "You don't have to do anything but just put it on if you'd like it."
"Some sort of dress up?" Jaejoong asked, smiling a little and Yunho nodded, standing up from the table.
"You'll see," he said, walking over to Jaejoong and waiting for the younger to get up as well, "It's in the bedroom."
"Bedroom?" Jaejoong said curiously and followed Yunho to the room in his apartment he hadn't visited before. There were large windows overlooking the river down below, flowy curtains and a large bed, it looked quite normal and nice, but as Jaejoong stepped into the room after Yunho, he noticed something on the bed.
There was a dress, a really pretty dress, that had several ribbons and a shiny piece of silk for a belt, folded nicely on Yunho's king sized bed. Jaejoong let out a laugh and lifted his gaze up to meet Yunho's eyes, expecting him to be joking, but was surprised to see Yunho looking so nervous it seemed like he was going to pass out any minute now.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Yunho said quickly, but Jaejoong didn't quite get it.
"You want me to wear this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow - it was strange to see Yunho looking so afraid, as if talking to a kid like Jaejoong had suddenly made him lose all confidence. "What will you wear?"
"Nothing. I just thought this would look nice on you," Yunho explained, touching his neck awkwardly as he stood there by the bed, still clearly shaking.
"And if I put this on..." Jaejoong started but Yunho interrupted him.
"I won't touch you or anything, you don't have to worry," Yunho informed, "I'd just like to watch you... You know, just drink tea like normally while you wear this. Nothing more."
"But this is a girls' dress," Jaejoong continued as he carefully grabbed the piece of clothing from the bed and lifted it up to better look at the dress. There were tiny cherries printed in the fabric and it would have been cute - for a girl.
"I know. That's kind of the point," Yunho only replied, looking so shaken it would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so strange. "You don't have to if you don't-"
"Okay."
"Excuse me?"
"I'll put it on," Jaejoong agreed, placed the dress back onto the bed and started undressing himself. If this was what had made Yunho so nervous it was indeed kind of funny. Might as well wear the damn dress if it meant so much to Yunho. Jaejoong didn't exactly mind.
Yunho appeared to be panicking for a short moment - his mouth fell open and he seemed to be unable to decide what to do - and so he let out a strange sound and left the room. Truthfully Jaejoong wouldn't have minded if he had stayed and watched him change - he was quite proud of his own body and would have gladly liked to show it off to the older man.
"Come to the kitchen when you're done!" came Yunho's voice through the door. Jaejoong heard him knocking over something in the kitchen as he took off the shirt he had been wearing, stepped out of his pants and put on the dress. It was a bit tight around the shoulders but fit perfectly around the waist. He struggled a bit with the zipper but managed to pull it up anyway. Looking down at his body, Jaejoong couldn't help but let out a giggle.
He looked rather silly. Jaejoong spun around, the hem of the dress fluttering around him cutely and caught a glimpse of himself from Yunho's floor length mirror. He really did look like a girl. The pins he often wore in his hair happened to be pink today and definitely added to the illusion. The sleeves of the dress were slightly puffy and hid the fact that his shoulders were in fact quite wide. In all honestly, Jaejoong felt a bit relieved that this was Yunho's dirty secret. It could have been worse.
He stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door after himself. Yunho was standing in front of the kitchen table and as Jaejoong approached him, wearing the dress, his mouth fell open and his eyes widened. Jaejoong stopped to stand in front of him, waiting to hear Yunho's opinion, but the other man looked down at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land.
"So, what do you think?" asked Jaejoong who took another spin to show Yunho. "Do you like it?"
But Yunho was simply unable to speak. He nodded shakily and sat down at the table, almost blushing at the sight of Jaejoong, and poured some more tea into Jaejoong's cup, half of it spilling over the table. Jaejoong took a seat as well and rested his chin against his palm, observing Yunho's reaction across the table. It was incredible how different Yunho was acting now. He had always been a bit quiet but now he couldn't speak at all. He had sat there and listened to Jaejoong talking with silent confidence, relaxed and amazingly sexy, but now he was all over the place. Yunho could barely lift a cup to his lips or blink.
"I knew there was something," Jaejoong decided to tell him, "So... You like dresses?"
Yunho nodded. He looked much younger when his eyes were open wide in excitement.
"It isn't an age thing, is it?" he continued to ask. Yunho shook his head.
"You just like boys in dresses?" Jaejoong confirmed. This time Yunho spoke.
"I...I..." he stuttered - Yunho had never stuttered before - sheepishly looking at the boy opposite of him, "Your face... I just thought you would look good... Yeah, I like dresses. Sorry."
Jaejoong let out a small laugh. How wrong had he been when he had thought Yunho was some sort of murderer.
"Don't say you're sorry," Jaejoong smiled encouragingly, all of a sudden he felt very powerful even though he was dressed in a frilly skirt, "It's alright. I'm glad you told me... Well... Showed me."
"I'm sorry if you think it's creepy," Yunho apologized again, still unable to speak with his proper voice. "I swear I don't want to harm you in any way."
"I've worn dresses before, you know," Jaejoong leaned closer across the table, "In school plays and such. I often had to play the girl because I'm pretty. I had to wear a princess costume once when I was in primary school because all the girls were too shy to do it."
Yunho let out a strained sound to let him know he was listening.
"It's not a problem if you want me to wear this," he continued, still feeling slightly amused by the way Yunho was behaving. It was like Jaejoong was some sort of exotic zoo animal Yunho had wanted all his life to see and touch. He kept staring at Jaejoong longingly, with so much eagerness in his gaze Jaejoong was honestly surprised Yunho hadn't left his seat.
And so, Jaejoong lifted his tea cup and continued to drink in silence with Yunho. The other man was even sitting uncomfortably now and it took quite some time for Jaejoong to realize he was hard. Yunho seemed to be unaware of the fact even though the tent in his jeans he wore today was obvious - he was too busy staring at Jaejoong even more so than ever before. Strangely, Jaejoong didn't mind at all - it was more the exact opposite. He did feel pretty in the dress, he had no problem admitting it looked good on him, and from the way the other man was looking at him, it was evident Jaejoong wasn't the only one who was in it for something more than just tea even though Yunho kept insisting it was nothing of such.
They barely spoke at all for the next hour Jaejoong spent at Yunho's apartment. After it was time for him to leave to catch an early bus home, he changed to his normal clothing in Yunho's bedroom and then got ready to leave. This time Yunho walked him over to the elevator and pressed the button for him, waited in silence until the elevator arrived and stood there until the doors had closed and Jaejoong waved him goodbye. Leaning his back against the mirror, Jaejoong watched the floors go by absent-mindedly and thought about Yunho. It seemed like he'd never asked anyone to wear a dress before even though he was already almost thirty. Hoping Yunho had never done that with his previous boyfriends, Jaejoong left the apartment deeply in thought.
That evening a text came. Jaejoong had been sitting at his desk, idly browzing the internet and jumped when the noise pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his phone, heart taking a giant leap in his chest after noticing it was from Yunho, and opened it excitedly.
I'm sorry, it read, I hope you don't hate me.
Well... You are a pervert, Jaejoong typed back but added a winking face at the end. He wasn't angry at Yunho at all.
Hehe... I deserved that. If I bought you another dress, would you wear it?
I'd like it, he replied and after a short moment of consideration, added a pink heart. Yunho replied with another which really made Jaejoong feel like his heart had just stopped beating. It had to mean that Yunho liked him too, or had Yunho just sent it out of habit? Didn't Jaejoong's age bother him? It certainly didn't bother Jaejoong but what was going on in Yunho's mind was definitely a total mystery to him.
On their next date Yunho took Jaejoong straight to the bedroom. It was quite late in the evening and Yunho had told him he could cancel if it got in the way of school but truthfully, Jaejoong was so excited to see Yunho again that he didn't care. Like last time, Yunho had spread out the clothing across his bed for Jaejoong to wear. This time he had gone all out it seemed, as there were several items laying on the bed. A blouse, another frilly skirt and a waistcoat, socks and on top of everything, a pair of girls' underwear.
"I would have gotten you shoes as well," Yunho said nervously as Jaejoong looked down at the clothes in amusement, "But I didn't know your size."
"These must have been expensive," Jaejoong looked up to meet the taller man's gaze, "I'll wear them well."
"Just come to the kitchen when you're ready," Yunho smiled, clearly even more excited than last time now that he knew Jaejoong wouldn't reject him. "I have something special for us."
And so, Jaejoong got dressed again. He put on the skirt and the blouse - it was a bit tight again from the shoulders - then put on the waistcoat, kicked off his shoes and put on the socks before stopping to stare at the underwear he was supposed to be wearing. It was red and frilly and had a lace bow at the front but after a short moment of hesitation, Jaejoong pushed down his own light blue underwear and put on the panties. They fit quite well to be completely honest but now feeling slightly ashamed, Jaejoong didn't pause to exactly look at them. The view from the mirror showed a boy with flushed cheeks - a boy that didn't look like a boy at all especially now.
His cheeks were still burning when he left the bedroom to go meet Yunho in the kitchen. He was again standing there waiting, holding a bowl of pop corn, his mouth opening wide after seeing Jaejoong. Again Jaejoong felt like giggling - it was so funny how much a silly dress made Yunho's behavior change - but this time he didn't bother asking if Yunho liked it or not. It was pretty obvious.
"You made popcorn?" Jaejoong asked cheerfully and took the bowl from Yunho who seemed to again be unable to speak and was certainly in danger of dropping the bowl.
"M-m-movie," Yunho said, pointing at the direction of the living room and Jaejoong headed there happily, feeling Yunho's eyes on him as he followed. Yunho had placed two glasses on the sofa table with a smaller bowl of chocolate, two bottles of beer and a coke. Jaejoong took a seat and watched Yunho as he sat down as well. The couch wasn't that big and Jaejoong would have much preferred it if Yunho had sat a bit closer but no, he had grabbed a pillow and placed it over his crotch. Jaejoong was pretty sure he knew why.
"You... Want a beer?" Yunho asked hesitantly and reached over to grab one from the table.
"I'm still underage," Jaejoong reminded as he shook his head. "I'll have some coke please."
Yunho hurried to open the bottle and poor the soda in a glass before handing it over to Jaejoong.
"How old are you again?" Yunho's voice sounded a bit worried now and that made Jaejoong worry too.
"I'm sixteen," he said quietly, afraid of how Yunho was going to react, "Figured the school uniform gave it away... Is that a problem?"
"Is it a problem that I'm twenty-eight?" Yunho replied with another question but Jaejoong shook his head and gathering his courage, inched a bit closer to Yunho on the sofa.
"W-would you like some p-p-popcorn?" the older man stuttered again, unbelievably uncomfortable in Jaejoong's close proximity, "I'll start the movie then!"
"Sure," Jaejoong said while taking a handful of popcorn. It took at least a couple minutes for Yunho to start the movie. He kept pressing the wrong buttons in his nervousness but Jaejoong sat there patiently, enjoying every minute. He still couldn't believe how worked up Yunho got in his company when he was wearing a dress.
When the movie finally started, Jaejoong could tell Yunho wasn't paying any attention to it at all. While Jaejoong's eyes were fixed on the screen of Yunho's huge television, he felt the other man stare at him as usual. Half way through the movie, Jaejoong was also starting to get a bit annoyed and unable to focus on the film. Yunho sat next to him as stiff as an ice pick but just when Jaejoong least expected it, he suddenly placed a hand over Jaejoong's thigh. Taking in a deep breath, Jaejoong watched as Yunho's fingers started toying with the lace hem of his skirt. He was barely touching any skin at all, but Jaejoong felt his face grow hotter and hotter and just then, he was quite happy the folds of the skirt hid his excitement perfectly.
Yunho's eyes were finally looking at the television screen where they were supposed to, but his fingers continued to play with the fabric and it made Jaejoong feel very, very hot. The pillow Yunho had had in his lap had slid down a bit and the bulge in his pants was still evident, like his hard cock was pressed against the zipper, straining to get out. Swallowing thickly, Jaejoong tried to keep his breathing calm but it was hard. He could see the shape of it perfectly and it was very large - larger than Jaejoong had even imagined - but there was no way he was going to dare reach out and touch it.
"This is a good part," Yunho said to Jaejoong's ear, but it was very hard to listen when the tips of Yunho's fingers were ghosting over his thigh. He wondered what it would feel like if Yunho fucked him. Would he want to do it while Jaejoong was wearing a dress? Did he want to do it at all or was seeing him in a dress more than enough? When he started imagining Yunho's fingers slip under the dress and start rubbing over his erection, hidden by the frilly panties, Jaejoong couldn't take it anymore.
"Is it sexual?" he asked abruptly, causing Yunho to pull back his fingers and meet his gaze, again looking uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?"
"When you said you liked dresses... To see me in a dress... Is it hot to you?" Jaejoong felt his cheeks turn darker - how he wished Yunho would just kiss him at least!
"It's... It's more than hot... I think about it.. About you all the time," Yunho answered and pulled the pillow back to his lap. "Does it bother you?"
Jaejoong decided not to give an answer. If Yunho was really so dumb he couldn't see Jaejoong was aching to let him fuck him he deserved not to know.
"I'm a virgin, you know," Jaejoong said under his breath, "But I'm ready."
"Lets not talk about this," Yunho mumbled again, turning his gaze away and pressing the remote to raise the volume. There was some sort of car chase scene happening on the film but Jaejoong couldn't have cared any less.
"Do you feel like you're abusing me or something?" Jaejoong asked, suddenly realizing Yunho felt guilty, "I gave you my full consent, didn't I? I don't mind putting on the dress at all."
"Please," Yunho looked pained now, "I can't possibly ask you to-"
"You don't have to ask me to do anything I told you I don't mind-"
"I can't!" Yunho suddenly bellowed, turning to look at Jaejoong, "This dress thing is already so much for me... So much for you... I would never want to hurt you."
"You aren't hurting me! You never do anything!" Jaejoong rolled his eyes and got up from the couch, marching back to the bedroom to change his clothes. He heard Yunho following him and waiting behind the door as he changed quickly, wanting to get home and touch himself to relieve some of the tension. His cock was still hard as a rock as he struggled to pull up his jeans but managed to shove it inside his pants and zip up.
Yunho looked more concerned than ever as Jaejoong emerged from the bedroom. He had crossed his arms over his wide chest and was leaning against the door frame, obviously more than distressed.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yup."
"Will you come back?"
"I already promised to come on Tuesday, didn't I?" Jaejoong sighed, both annoyed and feeling sorry for Yunho who followed him like a sad puppy to the corridor that led outside of the apartment.
"I don't want you to come just because you feel like you have to-"
"I want to come, okay?" Jaejoong said angrily while putting on his jacket, "I want to come and I want to wear the damn dresses! I like wearing them and I like you!"
"You do?" Yunho asked as if he couldn't believe it to be true at all. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other until finally, Yunho stepped closer and pulled Jaejoong into a fierce hug.
His arms wrapped around Jaejoong's waist and he buried his face in Jaejoong's hair, breathing in deeply, as his arms squeezed the smaller young man as if his life depended on it. Jaejoong couldn't help it, he let out a gasp, but hugged Yunho back with all his might, both arms fastened behind the taller man's neck. Yunho's hug was by far the best he'd ever had. Yunho hugged him like a bear, holding onto him with at least a full minute, before he whispered something to Jaejoong's ear.
"You make me so happy."
"Yunho..."
"I'll see you on Tuesday," Yunho said as he pulled back and opened the door for Jaejoong to leave. "Good night, pretty."
The next two tea dates Jaejoong had with Yunho were just like the ones they'd had before, except that he wore a different dress each time. Yunho must have already spent a fortune on those frilly pieces of clothing but refused to tell Jaejoong how much exactly they had cost. Yunho was still just as nervous to spend time with him when Jaejoong was dressed up but had gradually started to talk again. The two dates had both been short for Jaejoong had school stuff to do and the second time Yunho had had to go to a business gathering. The next time they had planned to meet, Jaejoong had made sure he wouldn't have to leave so soon.
It was a Friday night and he'd already done his homework for Monday which meant he could stay as long as Yunho would like. He didn't have to be anywhere until well after noon the next day so it wouldn't matter if Yunho wanted to watch another movie and he'd stay up late. During the week Yunho had sent him texts every day. He'd even sent pictures of dresses he was going to buy for Jaejoong, asking for his opinion, which Jaejoong didn't mind giving. That day Yunho had prepared a light blue dress for him to wear. Everything was color coordinated, the socks were a matching blue, and the panties Yunho had again layed out for Jaejoong to wear, were light blue as well, with lace details and a pink bow.
The dress itself was very frilly. Jaejoong felt especially cute in it, as he checked himself out from the mirror in Yunho's bedroom. This time it fit better around the shoulder area - Yunho had learned - but had a bit of empty space at the chest where a girl obviously wouldn't have been as flat. Jaejoong fixed the socks and pulled them up over his knees before tiptoeing to the kitchen where Yunho had again prepared them tea. Yunho stood up immediately after seeing Jaejoong and pulled out a chair for him to sit down before taking a seat as well.
"You look lovely," Yunho sighed, his voice sweet as honey, eyes going up and down Jaejoong's body - but Jaejoong was feeling more playful that day. They were quiet for a while, sipping down their drinks, before Jaejoong spoke.
"I like this outfit... Especially the panties," he said, smiling at Yunho's flabbergasted expression, "Do you want to see?"
"No," Yunho gasped, slapping a hand over his eyes as if Jaejoong were to pull up his hem right this instant.
"They're quite comfortable," he continued, "I'm thinking I'm going to start wearing girls' panties every day."
Yunho peeked through his fingers to see if Jaejoong was joking or not. Today his pants were black but it seemed like Yunho was already excited - Jaejoong had begun to think he was hard most of the time - the mere look of Jaejoong enough to get his blood boiling and rushing down south.
"You're teasing me," Yunho exclaimed, looking sour but amused at the same time and Jaejoong let out a laugh and then got up from the table. It was now or never.
"Can we do things a bit differently today?" Jaejoong asked as he approached the other.
"Sure," Yunho agreed instantly, smiling up at Jaejoong.
"Today... I would like to sit here when we have tea," Jaejoong announced and to Yunho's absolute surprise, sat down in his lap.
There were so many frills on the dress he wore that he couldn't exactly feel much even though he was sitting right on top of Yunho's erection, legs dangling in air and wrapped an arm behind Yunho's neck. The older man seemed to be in caught up in sheer terror, like Jaejoong was in fact something dangerous and not just a teenage boy in a dress, but Jaejoong didn't move from his spot. His fingers ghosted over the skin of Yunho's neck, playing with his short hair, and just as Jaejoong looked down to meet Yunho's eyes, the other man did in fact wrap his arms around Jaejoong's very tiny waist.
Jaejoong was about to say something funny but closed his mouth when Yunho pulled him closer - the look in his eyes had changed - and Jaejoong thought they were going to kiss but then, Yunho buried his face into Jaejoong's collar, and let out a weak whimper. Hugging him back, Jaejoong shifted slightly, ass rubbing against Yunho's front, until he heard Yunho's breath hitch and then - a low moan coming from Yunho's throat. The arms around his waist held him so tightly Jaejoong could barely breathe as a large shudder traveled down Yunho's spine. Yunho's breathing had turned erratic and he seemed to be unwilling to lift his gaze and meet Jaejoong's eyes. Puffs of breath tickled the skin of Jaejoong's collarbone. Then it hit him.
"Did you just come?" Jaejoong asked, not believing his own words as Yunho continued to hold him still, ass to crotch with all the folds of the skirt between them.
Yunho groaned and looked back up, and for the first time ever - he was actually blushing.
"I'm so terribly sorry," he whispered, "I- I- I wasn't expecting it and you just sat there and oh shit..."
"Did you come?" Jaejoong repeated, feeling quite flushed himself, "But I only sat on your lap-"
"I can normally control it really well, I'm so sorry!" Yunho apologized again, eyes wide and panicky, "But the frills of the skirt... It kept rubbing... I couldn't help it!"
Jaejoong shifted again uncomfortably, but Yunho grabbed his hips and held him still.
"Don't... Move..." he warned, looking ashamed, another shaky breath of air escaping his lips, eyes heavy lidded as he looked deep into Jaejoong's eyes. But Jaejoong didn't stop moving. He grabbed Yunho's shoulders for support and turned until he was straddling Yunho's thighs instead, and then pulled up the hem of the skirt from underneath him. His legs were bare and he felt the fabric of the other man's jeans rough against his inner skin but in a way it turned Jaejoong on even more.
"You came," he said again, smiling a little and leaned in closer until their foreheads were almost pressed together. Yunho took his face in his hands and held him there, eyes going back and forth between Jaejoong's lips and his gaze, their breaths mingling, chests heavy with ragged breathing. Jaejoong's fists grabbed the front of Yunho's shirt and twisted the fabric in his squeeze, inching closer and then, rolling his hips lazily over Yunho's jean clad cock that was fully hard again. This time Jaejoong could feel everything. The thin fabric of the panties Yunho had chosen for him did nothing to stop him from feeling, their cocks were pressed together under Jaejoong's skirt, and Jaejoong moved again, until Yunho let out a low moan of pure pleasure. Their lips brushed against each other, again and again, until one of Yunho's hands trailed into Jaejoong's hair and finally captured his mouth in a kiss.
It was so slow it made Jaejoong's lower stomach feel like it was going to explode. Yunho caressed his hair as his tongue slid in between Jaejoong's lips, gently brushing his before pulling back, his lips moving over Jaejoong's with ease. He breathed roughly, one of his hands sliding down under the skirt and grabbing Jaejoong's thigh, and Jaejoong rocked his hips, rutting against Yunho's jeans. The contact of their lips broke for a short moment, a moment when Jaejoong let out the tiniest of whimpers, before leaning in and kissing Yunho himself. Then Yunho's hand moved again, it was almost between Jaejoong's legs, but the tips of Yunho's fingers were there under the skirt, toying with the lace of Jaejoong's panties. They kept kissing, mouths moving together slowly, as two of Yunho's fingers slipped inside the fabric, feeling the lace with his fingertips and brushing the base of Jaejoong's cock.
His moan was drowned by Yunho's lips, it felt too good, but Yunho pulled back his fingers and continued playing with the panties, first brushing his digits up and down the front, then pulling at the pink bow and then feeling the wet spot of precome growing in the fabric with his fingers. By now Jaejoong was so turned on he was almost crying. His entire body was shaking, so was Yunho's, and their foreheads pressed together for Jaejoong wasn't able to continue kissing. He held on to Yunho's shirt, panting harshly, as Yunho's fingertips ghosted over the tip of his cock through the underwear. He was going to come, he knew it, but he didn't want it to be over, he wanted Yunho to keep touching.
"So wet," Yunho said in awe, now cupping Jaejoong's cock with his palm, "It's like you're really a girl."
Jaejoong's cheeks were burning but he didn't care. Rocking his hips to show Yunho he wanted more, he threw his head back as Yunho's lips closed around the skin of his neck, kissing and sucking it to his mouth.
"Can I...?" Yunho breathed out and even though Jaejoong wasn't sure what he was asking for, nodded. Yunho took his fingers away from Jaejoong's panties but chose to place them over his ass instead. They moved up and down the cleft of Jaejoong's ass over the underwear, rubbing gently, until a single finger slid inside the panties and pressed against his hole. Jaejoong shook in Yunho's lap, still squeezing Yunho's shirt in his fists, a drop of sweat trickling down his temple. There was the smallest amount of pressure and then, Jaejoong felt the tip of Yunho's middle finger press into him. It couldn't have been more than a couple inches but it was enough to make him come - he'd been way too turned on for so long that the simplest of touches was enough to trigger it.
Jaejoong let out a weak moan, his breath hitching and pressed closer to Yunho, who had an arm wrapped around his waist to really keep him close. The wetness between his legs spread as the come stained the underwear, and he moaned again as Yunho's finger pressed in deeper inside him. Their lips met in another slow but passionate kiss, and Jaejoong simply couldn't stop gasping for air as his orgasm shook him fiercely. Yunho was now moving him up and down and as soon as Jaejoong was back to his senses, he continued to move by himself. Slowly, Yunho withdrew his finger but placed both hands under the skirt on Jaejoong's thighs instead, helping him move as they kissed, still keeping the pace of their grinding slow.
"Oops," said Yunho, smiling against Jaejoong's lips and Jaejoong smiled too, letting out another nervous breath of air as their bodies rocked together. Neither of them wanted to stop moving.
"I think the panties are ruined," Jaejoong said in return, unable to believe what had just happened - thank God he had decided to sit on Yunho's lap. It had escalated quickly.
"It's alright, the girl at the store said they can be machine washed," Yunho mumbled with a shaky voice, "As long as we don't get anything on the dress."
"Umhh," the younger hummed in return, leaning in and pressing another soft kiss on Yunho's lips. Their lips stuck together and Yunho's grip of Jaejoong's thighs tightened under the fabric of the skirt and squeezed the skin for a moment before sliding his hands up to grab the hem of the underwear and pull them down.
"You can change to something else," said Yunho, lips still ghosting over Jaejoong's, and grabbed him by the waist to let him know it was time to get up. With extremely shaky legs Jaejoong got up from Yunho's lap and followed the older man back to the bedroom (on the way there he clearly saw Yunho pocketing the underwear Jaejoong had been wearing before) where he opened one of his closets and took out a couple shopping bags. There were several dresses already hanging in the closet, some Jaejoong had already worn and some were still new with tags, wrapped up in plastic. Yunho peered into the shopping bags and picked up something to show Jaejoong.
"Pink or yellow?" he asked, letting Jaejoong choose and handed him the piece of clothing before closing the cupboard door and disappearing into the master bathroom of his apartment.
Taking a seat from the bed, Jaejoong looked down at his bare legs and put on the panties, still feeling flushed and excited about what had just happened. He listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and quickly started to fix up his hair - it was pointing up from the back where Yunho had held him when they kissed - his mind racing, and his stomach making sudden jumps whenever he thought of where Yunho's fingers had just been. What would happen now? Would Yunho be angry at him or would they continue to kiss and touch? They still had a lot of time left before Jaejoong would have to call it a night. His mom might have even let him stay over if he'd call and tell her he'd be staying over at a friend's house.
Yunho returned from the bathroom, now wearing grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a comfy, soft looking t-shirt. Their eyes met and Yunho flashed him a nervous smile before taking a seat from the bed next to the younger. He wasn't looking at Jaejoong but reached out a hand to grab the boy's hand that had been resting on the bed, fingers sliding between his and holding it gently.
"Are you okay?" Yunho asked softly, his hand in Jaejoong's palm slightly sweaty and shaking. There was a scent of body wash coming from Yunho's direction, he had apparently took a quick shower.
"I'm fine."
"Do you want to wash up?"
"It's fine," Jaejoong shook his head, hating his body for betraying him as the blush spread to his cheeks. He most certainly didn't want to wash off the traces of what had just happened. He still had the taste of Yunho's lips in his mouth and it was extremely hot.
"You want to go home?"
"No."
"Come on then," Yunho got up from the bed and pulled Jaejoong with him, "Let's watch some tv."
Yunho didn't let go of Jaejoong's hand for the rest of the night. They sat on the living room sofa, much closer to each other than the last time and ate some leftover pizza Yunho had ordered the night before. The conversation wasn't exactly active but it was pleasant, and even Yunho seemed a bit more relaxed around Jaejoong now. But it was getting late and even though Jaejoong would have really liked to spent the night, Yunho told him he had an early flight to catch next morning and that it wouldn't do. As soon as the ending credits started rolling Yunho got up, guided Jaejoong to his bedroom to change back to his own clothes and get ready to leave. When Jaejoong emerged from his room, now dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, Yunho took his hand once more and walked him to the door.
He waited until Jaejoong had put on his converse sneakers before stepping closer, once again threading his fingers through Jaejoong's hair and holding him by the neck to tilt his head back, and leaned in to kiss him. Standing up like this, Jaejoong realized how tall Yunho actually was. Jaejoong had to lean his head back all the way to return the man's kiss, both hands finding their way over his chest as Yunho's tongue slid into his mouth to touch his. Within seconds they were both breathing harshly through their noses, mouths moving over each other's, the kiss escalating so fast for a moment Jaejoong was sure Yunho was going to turn him around and fuck him right there against the nearest surface. Yunho's free hand had found its way under the hem of Jaejoong's hoodie and was now clutching his hip in a strong grip, thumb rubbing up and down the length of his hip bone as they kissed.
The clock on the wall made a sound, interrupting them, and Yunho pulled back reluctantly.
"It's already twelve o'clock, you should hurry," he said, unable to stop staring at Jaejoong's mouth that was now completely red. "Next weekend... Will you spend the night?"
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Pairings: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, romance
Warnings: cross-dressing, age difference (Yunho is 28, Jae is 16)
Chapters: 1/3
Summary: Jaejoong had always been pretty like a girl but not until the day he met Yunho, had he actually thought of dressing like one.
A/N: So a few months ago when me and taemun were in Japan we came up with this story where Jaejoong wears dresses and Yunho is a kind-hearted pervert, and I just couldn't get the idea out my head ;^; So I wrote this super smutty three chapter story haha.. Hope you guys have as fun reading this as I had writing~ Two pictures are included as usual... Also the chapters are quite long :3
Part 1
Kim Jaejoong was a completely normal boy of age sixteen and a half. He went to school, had average grades, collected CDs from his favorite band and on Saturdays and Wednesdays, spent his afternoons assisting younger kids in boy scouts. He was quite tall but skinny for his age, with clear white skin and dark, silky hair he often pinned up to keep his long bangs from falling over his eyes. You could say he was pretty for a boy - prettier than most girls in his class - but to him it wasn't a problem. Jaejoong had never understood why some people thought it would be bad for a boy to be that pretty. It definitely wasn't bad at all when the most popular upper classman had sent him a love letter in secret telling him he was gay - but even though it had warmed his heart, Jaejoong hadn't been interested.
He was too busy to have a boyfriend - he was only sixteen after all - and besides, he was completely satisfied with daydreaming about the handsome singer of his favorite bands - until the day he met Jung Yunho.
It was another Saturday morning, nothing special at all, when Jaejoong woke up early to go out and knock on doors to sell some cookies to the neighbors. They were collecting money for a summer trip with the kids (they had voted on going to West coast and staying there at the beach, sleeping in tents) but they had a lot of boxes of cookies to sell before they could get there. Jaejoong had been planning to go out and sell the cookies with his friend Junsu who was a year younger than him but also assisting in scouts - but this morning the other had in fact phoned Jaejoong, telling him he was sick with a cold. And so, Jaejoong stuffed at least fifteen boxes of chocolate chip cookies in his bag, as much as he could carry really, and got on his bike to start riding around town.
The first two houses he visited didn't even open the door. The next few refused politely, but by now Jaejoong was already tired of running up stairs to go and ring their doorbells. Maybe those people had already bought chocolates or maybe they just didn't care for giving any money to a good cause in exchange for cookies, Jaejoong thought, as he turned his bike around and decided to head to a different direction. On the other side of the river Jaejoong crossed by bike, were much fancier houses. The people that lived there were much richer than the neighborhood Jaejoong had lived in all his life. They could surely afford to buy a box of cookies from a poor boy whose legs were already aching from carrying his heavy back pack.
Parking his bike to the side of the fence that led to to a tall, freshly painted apartment building, Jaejoong skipped up the stairs and crossed the front garden to get to the house. An old lady was just coming out of the main door and she let Jaejoong in, wishing him a good day as she went. Smiling to himself, Jaejoong pressed a button to call for an elevator and stepped in. It would be for the best to start from the highest floor and make his way down, as the richest people often lived in the highest floors, Jaejoong thought. He checked his appearance from the mirror as the elevator took him higher. In his hurry this morning he had brushed his teeth and pinned his hair up the usual way, but even Jaejoong himself had to admit it - he looked pretty cute that day. He was wearing a soft old t-shirt with a logo of his favorite band and his favorite jeans that looked very nice on him.
The elevator made a sound and Jaejoong turned around, shifting to get a better hold of the bag he was carrying and stepped into the hallway. There were only three doors and without really thinking about it, Jaejoong stepped up to knock on the first door. Nobody answered. Biting the side of his cheek, Jaejoong knocked on the second one. There was no-one home. Thinking that he seemed to be out of luck today, Jaejoong approached the last door - but just as he was about to raise a hand to ring the doorbell, it opened. Behind it was the most handsome man Jaejoong had ever layed his eyes on. He was much taller than Jaejoong and his eyes were shaped like chocolate covered almonds, his jawline was strong and sharp and his body looked simply perfect. He was clearly muscular like he spent hours exercising every single day, but he still wasn't stick thin and Jaejoong liked that. The man must have been in his late twenties.
"Can I help you?" he asked with a soft, polite voice, eyes going up and down Jaejoong's shorter figure. His eyes paused on the bag of cookies Jaejoong had lowered to the floor next to him.
"Would you like to buy a box of cookies baked by boy scouts? The profit is going to go to our yearly summer trip," Jaejoong asked brightly even though his heart had just started pounding madly in his chest. The man didn't say anything.
He stared at Jaejoong for what seemed like forever, so long that Jaejoong began to think he had somehow offended the man. The scent of coffee lingered to his nose from the man's apartment - Jaejoong had probably interrupted his relaxing Saturday morning.
"How much is one box?" The man asked, finally breaking the silence. He was now eyeing Jaejoong with strange interest, almost hungrily, but Jaejoong didn't really care for the man was that handsome. He sort of reminded Jaejoong of his favorite singer - except even more good looking.
"You can get three for the price of two," Jaejoong replied, bending down and grabbing a box of cookies from the bag and showing the man the price. The older man leaned in closer and he smelt really nice, like he had just showered this morning.
"I'll buy them all if you come over and have breakfast with me," he then said, and Jaejoong looked up in shock, mouth falling open.
"Breakfast?" he asked uncertainly, eyes going back and forth between the guy's gorgeous face and the open door behind him.
"Only breakfast. I just made coffee. Or do you prefer tea?"
"I... I..." Jaejoong stuttered, unable to believe his ears. This man must be some sort of pervert - there was no other explanation. Who would ask a stranger to come over like that? Did he think Jaejoong was older than he was? Why was he so breathtakingly handsome?
"I'm Yunho," the man said nervously, "I can assure you it won't be dangerous. Unless you're allergic to wheat or something - I just got a fresh loaf of bread from the bakery."
"Oh... Maybe for a second then," Jaejoong agreed, handing over the bag of cookies to Yunho before entering the apartment. He was indeed kind of hungry. Yunho shut the door after him but for some reason he didn't feel trapped at all. Yunho seemed nice and not pervert like - or maybe he just really liked cookies.
"Over here," Yunho said, and walked over to the kitchen with Jaejoong close behind him. It was a nice apartment, probably fairly expensive, but not extravagant in any way. Yunho had indeed been making coffee as he grabbed the pan to pour the drink into two tea cups. There was a loaf of bread on the table, some single packaged pieces of cheddar cheese and a bowl of fruit.
Jaejoong sat down by the kitchen table as Yunho placed a cup in front of him and took a seat as well from opposite of Jaejoong who was looking quite nervous. Yunho opened a box of cookies, took a bite from one and pushed the box over to Jaejoong's side, smiling gently at the younger. With a shaking hand, Jaejoong picked a cookie and bit on it, feeling immensely uncomfortable under Yunho's intense gaze. Why wasn't he saying anything?
Yunho was now sipping his coffee, looking quite relaxed in his white button down shirt like he often had underage boy scouts in his apartment having breakfast with him. Nibbling on the cookie, Jaejoong tried to look everywhere but Yunho. What had he gotten himself into? Was Yunho going to murder him or something?
"You're not drinking," Yunho said after at least five whole minutes of sitting in silence. "I haven't drugged it, you know."
"I don't really like coffee," Jaejoong answered, feeling his cheeks blush without his consent - why was Yunho so damn attractive? "It makes my stomach hurt."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Yunho apologized, looking sincere, "I can make you tea then. I have a strawberry flavored one if you'd like."
"No... I think I should be going," Jaejoong muttered, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "I have to sell more cookies."
"No, don't! I can buy them all," Yunho said, now looking a bit ashamed, "I'd like it if you stayed for a couple more minutes. You don't have to do anything at all."
"So... You just want me to sit here while you drink coffee and stare at me without saying anything?" Jaejoong asked, picking on his fingernails under the table in his nervousness. He didn't mind staying, but he had heard plenty of horror stories about strange men who did strange things to kids like him. But always in those stories the culprits were old and stinky dudes - not attractive young bachelors with bodies so hot the mere thought of touching the man's abs made Jaejoong drool.
"I can talk if you'd like," Yunho hurried to say, "I'm an architect. I bought this apartment last summer."
"Oh."
"What's your name?"
"Jaejoong," he replied as Yunho got up from the table and started preparing him tea. "My parents know I'm here... They'll be worried if I don't come back home."
"I told you, I'm not going to hurt you or anything," Yunho said and flashed a gentle smile at Jaejoong - bright enough to make Jaejoong's stomach start filling up with butterflies. He placed another, same kind of tea cup on front of Jaejoong, gave him a tea bag and filled the cup with hot water before sitting down again. "I just want you to have tea with me."
"Alright them," Jaejoong sighed, his ears still burning from the handsome smile Yunho had just given him. "I guess it's okay if we just have tea."
"Good," Yunho smiled again, looking relieved, and sipped on his coffee without talking. His eyes never left Jaejoong - the younger wondered if he was purposely trying not to blink - but only kept staring like he had never seen anything quite as interesting.
"So..." Jaejoong started, just to break the silence, "Is it fun being an architect?"
Yunho shrugged and reached out to grab another cookie from the box on the table. They were quiet again for a whole minute.
"Umm... Are you married?"
Yunho shook his head but smiled. He looked confident like he was enjoying the discomfort Jaejoong was in. After a few more questions Jaejoong gave up. He just sat there, staring right back at Yunho because this was really starting to annoy him - why had Yunho invited him over if he wasn't even going to say anything at all? The annoyance in Jaejoong's eyes must have been evident because Yunho finally started speaking.
"You look really beautiful," he said simply, "You must be the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
Jaejoong flushed bright pink, unable to believe what Yunho was telling him. His cheeks burned under Yunho's gaze, from both pleasure and nervousness - where was this headed?
"Don't take this the wrong way but you look like a girl," Yunho continued apologetically but Jaejoong wasn't offended.
"I hear that a lot," he said, smiling a little, "I get it from my mother I guess."
"But you're a boy," Yunho was now also smiling, "Would you mind... Maybe... How can I say this..."
"What is it?" Jaejoong asked trying to be encouraging. For some reason he was starting to quite like Yunho even though they hadn't exactly had a decent conversation yet. Just looking at Yunho's face made him feel all kinds of things.
"Would you mind coming over every once in a while? Once a week would be nice if that's not too much," Yunho's voice was softer, as if he was afraid Jaejoong was going to say no. "I promise we'll just have tea. Nothing more."
"Oh," Jaejoong let out a puff of air, unsure of what to do. If Yunho was indeed a serial killer rapist, wouldn't he have made a move already? What if he was just lonely and needed the company?
His mom would kill him if she heard he had agreed to something like this.
"Mhh-okay."
"Excuse me?"
"Okay," Jaejoong repeated, not really knowing why he had agreed but still sure of his decision, "Sure, I can come over once a week."
The smile Yunho gave him was so worth it. His whole face brightened up and he grinned wildly, his entire posture relaxing again now that Jaejoong had answered. Leaning back in his chair, Yunho continued staring at Jaejoong for a few long minutes before walking him back to the door and saying goodbye.
Before Jaejoong left, Yunho took his wallet from the nearest side table and placed a few bills into Jaejoong's hands - way more than the bags of cookies had costed - and as if he did so, his hands shook from simply touching Jaejoong's palm. Jaejoong shoved the bills into his jeans' pocket and tried to understand if he had just indeed been paid to just sit there with the most handsome man he had ever seen and whether it was some sort of prostitution when Yunho gave him his business card.
"Here's my phone number," he said, also purposely placing it directly into Jaejoong's hand, "You can call me anytime. If there's anything you need. I'll pick it up."
"Thanks," Jaejoong replied, feeling completely dumbstruck, but pocketed the card as well. Then Yunho leaned in closer - for a short moment Jaejoong thought he was going to kiss him - but then pulled back again, the door behind the younger now opened. Not sure why he was suddenly feeling disappointed, Jaejoong gave Yunho one last smile and turned around to leave. He might have been imagining it but as he walked his way back to the elevator, he felt like Yunho's eyes were still following him until he disappeared from sight.
Back at home, Jaejoong checked the internet to find out if Yunho was indeed some sort of notorious sex offender, but found absolutely nothing of such. He did find some articles about awards Yunho had won and loads of boring information about the place where he worked at, but it seemed like Yunho was in fact, just a normal guy. Well, normal might not have been the right word to describe him, but maybe Yunho had in fact thought Jaejoong to be older. Maybe Yunho had just thought he was attractive without realizing Jaejoong was very much under age. Maybe Yunho wanted to date him.
With that very pleasant thought in his mind, Jaejoong rolled around in bed that evening, thinking about going on a date with Yunho. He saved a picture of Yunho he found on the internet to his phone and stared at it while under the blankets in bed and after a while of careful consideration send him a text with tons of cutesy emoticons. For a few long seconds Jaejoong waited, ready to bury his head in a pillow and suffocate himself if Yunho didn't text him back but in fact, a reply came sooner than he had expected.
Shouldn't you be sleeping?
Jaejoong smiled to himself, his stomach fluttering with butterflies again as his fingers flew over the screen. No school tomorrow, it's Sunday~
Go to bed, pretty.
Jaejoong had to bite his tongue to suppress a shriek. He shouldn't have felt like this, he still didn't know anything about Yunho at all, but he couldn't help himself. If he could have an older boyfriend who took him to nice dates it would have been a dream come true. Sure, he hadn't had much time to consider such things before, but in his mind, he could already see a clear image of Yunho coming to pick him up from school with an expensive car and kissing him in front of the main gates for all other students to see. It would be like dating a rock star.
And so, Jaejoong agreed to meet Yunho next Thursday after school. He went back to Yunho's apartment, still dressed in his school uniform and the older man let him in instantly as if he had also been eager to see Jaejoong again. This time Yunho was wearing a tie with his shirt and expensive looking slacks - he had probably also arrived straight from work. On the kitchen table was a box of expensive pastries Yunho had picked up from the bakery on his way and tea cups had already been placed on the table to where they had sat last time as well.
Their second meeting went quite like their first. Yunho did speak a little more, but mostly just stared at Jaejoong while they ate their strawberry cakes and drank their tea. In fact, Jaejoong was so nervous he was the one that did most of the talking. He babbled on and on to Yunho about what was going on at school because he didn't want to spend the time in uncomfortable silence even though that didn't seem to bother Yunho at all. Yunho laughed at his silly stories while sipping on his drink but Jaejoong couldn't stop talking out of nervousness.
The third time and the fourth time they met were very much the same, though gradually Yunho had started to speak a bit more. Jaejoong found out he had a younger sister, he used to have a dog and that he had actually went to the same school as Jaejoong when he was younger. He learned Yunho was 28 years old, that he was a partner in the company where he worked and that his favorite color was red. After four times of meeting in Yunho's apartment, Jaejoong was already head over heels for the man. He had never been the type to fall for teachers or friends' older brothers, but there was just something about Yunho that made his heart beat so much faster. He had even taken a poster of his favorite singer off the wall just because he had felt like it had been staring at him while he had been touching himself in bed, thinking about Yunho.
The fifth time Jaejoong went to Yunho's place was somehow totally different. When Yunho opened the door to him to let him inside, the atmosphere was much stranger than before. It was a normal Sunday afternoon, but that day Yunho was shaking and seemed too nervous to even pour water in Jaejoong's tea cup. He kept asking the same questions over and over again about what Jaejoong had done this weekend, unable to concentrate as something was clearly bothering him. For a moment Jaejoong thought he had done something wrong to piss Yunho off but after at least thirty minutes of painful awkwardness, Yunho finally told him what was up.
"There's something I would like to ask you to do," Yunho said, his voice clearly shaking, "And you can say no if you don't want to."
"Um... What is it?" Jaejoong asked, not really feeling that nervous as he was already sure Yunho wasn't a psychotic murder maniac.
"There's something I'd like you to... Um... Wear," Yunho mumbled unclearly and it was strange to see him so nervous. "You don't have to do anything but just put it on if you'd like it."
"Some sort of dress up?" Jaejoong asked, smiling a little and Yunho nodded, standing up from the table.
"You'll see," he said, walking over to Jaejoong and waiting for the younger to get up as well, "It's in the bedroom."
"Bedroom?" Jaejoong said curiously and followed Yunho to the room in his apartment he hadn't visited before. There were large windows overlooking the river down below, flowy curtains and a large bed, it looked quite normal and nice, but as Jaejoong stepped into the room after Yunho, he noticed something on the bed.
There was a dress, a really pretty dress, that had several ribbons and a shiny piece of silk for a belt, folded nicely on Yunho's king sized bed. Jaejoong let out a laugh and lifted his gaze up to meet Yunho's eyes, expecting him to be joking, but was surprised to see Yunho looking so nervous it seemed like he was going to pass out any minute now.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Yunho said quickly, but Jaejoong didn't quite get it.
"You want me to wear this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow - it was strange to see Yunho looking so afraid, as if talking to a kid like Jaejoong had suddenly made him lose all confidence. "What will you wear?"
"Nothing. I just thought this would look nice on you," Yunho explained, touching his neck awkwardly as he stood there by the bed, still clearly shaking.
"And if I put this on..." Jaejoong started but Yunho interrupted him.
"I won't touch you or anything, you don't have to worry," Yunho informed, "I'd just like to watch you... You know, just drink tea like normally while you wear this. Nothing more."
"But this is a girls' dress," Jaejoong continued as he carefully grabbed the piece of clothing from the bed and lifted it up to better look at the dress. There were tiny cherries printed in the fabric and it would have been cute - for a girl.
"I know. That's kind of the point," Yunho only replied, looking so shaken it would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so strange. "You don't have to if you don't-"
"Okay."
"Excuse me?"
"I'll put it on," Jaejoong agreed, placed the dress back onto the bed and started undressing himself. If this was what had made Yunho so nervous it was indeed kind of funny. Might as well wear the damn dress if it meant so much to Yunho. Jaejoong didn't exactly mind.
Yunho appeared to be panicking for a short moment - his mouth fell open and he seemed to be unable to decide what to do - and so he let out a strange sound and left the room. Truthfully Jaejoong wouldn't have minded if he had stayed and watched him change - he was quite proud of his own body and would have gladly liked to show it off to the older man.
"Come to the kitchen when you're done!" came Yunho's voice through the door. Jaejoong heard him knocking over something in the kitchen as he took off the shirt he had been wearing, stepped out of his pants and put on the dress. It was a bit tight around the shoulders but fit perfectly around the waist. He struggled a bit with the zipper but managed to pull it up anyway. Looking down at his body, Jaejoong couldn't help but let out a giggle.
He looked rather silly. Jaejoong spun around, the hem of the dress fluttering around him cutely and caught a glimpse of himself from Yunho's floor length mirror. He really did look like a girl. The pins he often wore in his hair happened to be pink today and definitely added to the illusion. The sleeves of the dress were slightly puffy and hid the fact that his shoulders were in fact quite wide. In all honestly, Jaejoong felt a bit relieved that this was Yunho's dirty secret. It could have been worse.
He stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door after himself. Yunho was standing in front of the kitchen table and as Jaejoong approached him, wearing the dress, his mouth fell open and his eyes widened. Jaejoong stopped to stand in front of him, waiting to hear Yunho's opinion, but the other man looked down at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land.
"So, what do you think?" asked Jaejoong who took another spin to show Yunho. "Do you like it?"
But Yunho was simply unable to speak. He nodded shakily and sat down at the table, almost blushing at the sight of Jaejoong, and poured some more tea into Jaejoong's cup, half of it spilling over the table. Jaejoong took a seat as well and rested his chin against his palm, observing Yunho's reaction across the table. It was incredible how different Yunho was acting now. He had always been a bit quiet but now he couldn't speak at all. He had sat there and listened to Jaejoong talking with silent confidence, relaxed and amazingly sexy, but now he was all over the place. Yunho could barely lift a cup to his lips or blink.
"I knew there was something," Jaejoong decided to tell him, "So... You like dresses?"
Yunho nodded. He looked much younger when his eyes were open wide in excitement.
"It isn't an age thing, is it?" he continued to ask. Yunho shook his head.
"You just like boys in dresses?" Jaejoong confirmed. This time Yunho spoke.
"I...I..." he stuttered - Yunho had never stuttered before - sheepishly looking at the boy opposite of him, "Your face... I just thought you would look good... Yeah, I like dresses. Sorry."
Jaejoong let out a small laugh. How wrong had he been when he had thought Yunho was some sort of murderer.
"Don't say you're sorry," Jaejoong smiled encouragingly, all of a sudden he felt very powerful even though he was dressed in a frilly skirt, "It's alright. I'm glad you told me... Well... Showed me."
"I'm sorry if you think it's creepy," Yunho apologized again, still unable to speak with his proper voice. "I swear I don't want to harm you in any way."
"I've worn dresses before, you know," Jaejoong leaned closer across the table, "In school plays and such. I often had to play the girl because I'm pretty. I had to wear a princess costume once when I was in primary school because all the girls were too shy to do it."
Yunho let out a strained sound to let him know he was listening.
"It's not a problem if you want me to wear this," he continued, still feeling slightly amused by the way Yunho was behaving. It was like Jaejoong was some sort of exotic zoo animal Yunho had wanted all his life to see and touch. He kept staring at Jaejoong longingly, with so much eagerness in his gaze Jaejoong was honestly surprised Yunho hadn't left his seat.
And so, Jaejoong lifted his tea cup and continued to drink in silence with Yunho. The other man was even sitting uncomfortably now and it took quite some time for Jaejoong to realize he was hard. Yunho seemed to be unaware of the fact even though the tent in his jeans he wore today was obvious - he was too busy staring at Jaejoong even more so than ever before. Strangely, Jaejoong didn't mind at all - it was more the exact opposite. He did feel pretty in the dress, he had no problem admitting it looked good on him, and from the way the other man was looking at him, it was evident Jaejoong wasn't the only one who was in it for something more than just tea even though Yunho kept insisting it was nothing of such.
They barely spoke at all for the next hour Jaejoong spent at Yunho's apartment. After it was time for him to leave to catch an early bus home, he changed to his normal clothing in Yunho's bedroom and then got ready to leave. This time Yunho walked him over to the elevator and pressed the button for him, waited in silence until the elevator arrived and stood there until the doors had closed and Jaejoong waved him goodbye. Leaning his back against the mirror, Jaejoong watched the floors go by absent-mindedly and thought about Yunho. It seemed like he'd never asked anyone to wear a dress before even though he was already almost thirty. Hoping Yunho had never done that with his previous boyfriends, Jaejoong left the apartment deeply in thought.
That evening a text came. Jaejoong had been sitting at his desk, idly browzing the internet and jumped when the noise pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his phone, heart taking a giant leap in his chest after noticing it was from Yunho, and opened it excitedly.
I'm sorry, it read, I hope you don't hate me.
Well... You are a pervert, Jaejoong typed back but added a winking face at the end. He wasn't angry at Yunho at all.
Hehe... I deserved that. If I bought you another dress, would you wear it?
I'd like it, he replied and after a short moment of consideration, added a pink heart. Yunho replied with another which really made Jaejoong feel like his heart had just stopped beating. It had to mean that Yunho liked him too, or had Yunho just sent it out of habit? Didn't Jaejoong's age bother him? It certainly didn't bother Jaejoong but what was going on in Yunho's mind was definitely a total mystery to him.
On their next date Yunho took Jaejoong straight to the bedroom. It was quite late in the evening and Yunho had told him he could cancel if it got in the way of school but truthfully, Jaejoong was so excited to see Yunho again that he didn't care. Like last time, Yunho had spread out the clothing across his bed for Jaejoong to wear. This time he had gone all out it seemed, as there were several items laying on the bed. A blouse, another frilly skirt and a waistcoat, socks and on top of everything, a pair of girls' underwear.
"I would have gotten you shoes as well," Yunho said nervously as Jaejoong looked down at the clothes in amusement, "But I didn't know your size."
"These must have been expensive," Jaejoong looked up to meet the taller man's gaze, "I'll wear them well."
"Just come to the kitchen when you're ready," Yunho smiled, clearly even more excited than last time now that he knew Jaejoong wouldn't reject him. "I have something special for us."
And so, Jaejoong got dressed again. He put on the skirt and the blouse - it was a bit tight again from the shoulders - then put on the waistcoat, kicked off his shoes and put on the socks before stopping to stare at the underwear he was supposed to be wearing. It was red and frilly and had a lace bow at the front but after a short moment of hesitation, Jaejoong pushed down his own light blue underwear and put on the panties. They fit quite well to be completely honest but now feeling slightly ashamed, Jaejoong didn't pause to exactly look at them. The view from the mirror showed a boy with flushed cheeks - a boy that didn't look like a boy at all especially now.
His cheeks were still burning when he left the bedroom to go meet Yunho in the kitchen. He was again standing there waiting, holding a bowl of pop corn, his mouth opening wide after seeing Jaejoong. Again Jaejoong felt like giggling - it was so funny how much a silly dress made Yunho's behavior change - but this time he didn't bother asking if Yunho liked it or not. It was pretty obvious.
"You made popcorn?" Jaejoong asked cheerfully and took the bowl from Yunho who seemed to again be unable to speak and was certainly in danger of dropping the bowl.
"M-m-movie," Yunho said, pointing at the direction of the living room and Jaejoong headed there happily, feeling Yunho's eyes on him as he followed. Yunho had placed two glasses on the sofa table with a smaller bowl of chocolate, two bottles of beer and a coke. Jaejoong took a seat and watched Yunho as he sat down as well. The couch wasn't that big and Jaejoong would have much preferred it if Yunho had sat a bit closer but no, he had grabbed a pillow and placed it over his crotch. Jaejoong was pretty sure he knew why.
"You... Want a beer?" Yunho asked hesitantly and reached over to grab one from the table.
"I'm still underage," Jaejoong reminded as he shook his head. "I'll have some coke please."
Yunho hurried to open the bottle and poor the soda in a glass before handing it over to Jaejoong.
"How old are you again?" Yunho's voice sounded a bit worried now and that made Jaejoong worry too.
"I'm sixteen," he said quietly, afraid of how Yunho was going to react, "Figured the school uniform gave it away... Is that a problem?"
"Is it a problem that I'm twenty-eight?" Yunho replied with another question but Jaejoong shook his head and gathering his courage, inched a bit closer to Yunho on the sofa.
"W-would you like some p-p-popcorn?" the older man stuttered again, unbelievably uncomfortable in Jaejoong's close proximity, "I'll start the movie then!"
"Sure," Jaejoong said while taking a handful of popcorn. It took at least a couple minutes for Yunho to start the movie. He kept pressing the wrong buttons in his nervousness but Jaejoong sat there patiently, enjoying every minute. He still couldn't believe how worked up Yunho got in his company when he was wearing a dress.
When the movie finally started, Jaejoong could tell Yunho wasn't paying any attention to it at all. While Jaejoong's eyes were fixed on the screen of Yunho's huge television, he felt the other man stare at him as usual. Half way through the movie, Jaejoong was also starting to get a bit annoyed and unable to focus on the film. Yunho sat next to him as stiff as an ice pick but just when Jaejoong least expected it, he suddenly placed a hand over Jaejoong's thigh. Taking in a deep breath, Jaejoong watched as Yunho's fingers started toying with the lace hem of his skirt. He was barely touching any skin at all, but Jaejoong felt his face grow hotter and hotter and just then, he was quite happy the folds of the skirt hid his excitement perfectly.
Yunho's eyes were finally looking at the television screen where they were supposed to, but his fingers continued to play with the fabric and it made Jaejoong feel very, very hot. The pillow Yunho had had in his lap had slid down a bit and the bulge in his pants was still evident, like his hard cock was pressed against the zipper, straining to get out. Swallowing thickly, Jaejoong tried to keep his breathing calm but it was hard. He could see the shape of it perfectly and it was very large - larger than Jaejoong had even imagined - but there was no way he was going to dare reach out and touch it.
"This is a good part," Yunho said to Jaejoong's ear, but it was very hard to listen when the tips of Yunho's fingers were ghosting over his thigh. He wondered what it would feel like if Yunho fucked him. Would he want to do it while Jaejoong was wearing a dress? Did he want to do it at all or was seeing him in a dress more than enough? When he started imagining Yunho's fingers slip under the dress and start rubbing over his erection, hidden by the frilly panties, Jaejoong couldn't take it anymore.
"Is it sexual?" he asked abruptly, causing Yunho to pull back his fingers and meet his gaze, again looking uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?"
"When you said you liked dresses... To see me in a dress... Is it hot to you?" Jaejoong felt his cheeks turn darker - how he wished Yunho would just kiss him at least!
"It's... It's more than hot... I think about it.. About you all the time," Yunho answered and pulled the pillow back to his lap. "Does it bother you?"
Jaejoong decided not to give an answer. If Yunho was really so dumb he couldn't see Jaejoong was aching to let him fuck him he deserved not to know.
"I'm a virgin, you know," Jaejoong said under his breath, "But I'm ready."
"Lets not talk about this," Yunho mumbled again, turning his gaze away and pressing the remote to raise the volume. There was some sort of car chase scene happening on the film but Jaejoong couldn't have cared any less.
"Do you feel like you're abusing me or something?" Jaejoong asked, suddenly realizing Yunho felt guilty, "I gave you my full consent, didn't I? I don't mind putting on the dress at all."
"Please," Yunho looked pained now, "I can't possibly ask you to-"
"You don't have to ask me to do anything I told you I don't mind-"
"I can't!" Yunho suddenly bellowed, turning to look at Jaejoong, "This dress thing is already so much for me... So much for you... I would never want to hurt you."
"You aren't hurting me! You never do anything!" Jaejoong rolled his eyes and got up from the couch, marching back to the bedroom to change his clothes. He heard Yunho following him and waiting behind the door as he changed quickly, wanting to get home and touch himself to relieve some of the tension. His cock was still hard as a rock as he struggled to pull up his jeans but managed to shove it inside his pants and zip up.
Yunho looked more concerned than ever as Jaejoong emerged from the bedroom. He had crossed his arms over his wide chest and was leaning against the door frame, obviously more than distressed.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yup."
"Will you come back?"
"I already promised to come on Tuesday, didn't I?" Jaejoong sighed, both annoyed and feeling sorry for Yunho who followed him like a sad puppy to the corridor that led outside of the apartment.
"I don't want you to come just because you feel like you have to-"
"I want to come, okay?" Jaejoong said angrily while putting on his jacket, "I want to come and I want to wear the damn dresses! I like wearing them and I like you!"
"You do?" Yunho asked as if he couldn't believe it to be true at all. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other until finally, Yunho stepped closer and pulled Jaejoong into a fierce hug.
His arms wrapped around Jaejoong's waist and he buried his face in Jaejoong's hair, breathing in deeply, as his arms squeezed the smaller young man as if his life depended on it. Jaejoong couldn't help it, he let out a gasp, but hugged Yunho back with all his might, both arms fastened behind the taller man's neck. Yunho's hug was by far the best he'd ever had. Yunho hugged him like a bear, holding onto him with at least a full minute, before he whispered something to Jaejoong's ear.
"You make me so happy."
"Yunho..."
"I'll see you on Tuesday," Yunho said as he pulled back and opened the door for Jaejoong to leave. "Good night, pretty."
The next two tea dates Jaejoong had with Yunho were just like the ones they'd had before, except that he wore a different dress each time. Yunho must have already spent a fortune on those frilly pieces of clothing but refused to tell Jaejoong how much exactly they had cost. Yunho was still just as nervous to spend time with him when Jaejoong was dressed up but had gradually started to talk again. The two dates had both been short for Jaejoong had school stuff to do and the second time Yunho had had to go to a business gathering. The next time they had planned to meet, Jaejoong had made sure he wouldn't have to leave so soon.
It was a Friday night and he'd already done his homework for Monday which meant he could stay as long as Yunho would like. He didn't have to be anywhere until well after noon the next day so it wouldn't matter if Yunho wanted to watch another movie and he'd stay up late. During the week Yunho had sent him texts every day. He'd even sent pictures of dresses he was going to buy for Jaejoong, asking for his opinion, which Jaejoong didn't mind giving. That day Yunho had prepared a light blue dress for him to wear. Everything was color coordinated, the socks were a matching blue, and the panties Yunho had again layed out for Jaejoong to wear, were light blue as well, with lace details and a pink bow.
The dress itself was very frilly. Jaejoong felt especially cute in it, as he checked himself out from the mirror in Yunho's bedroom. This time it fit better around the shoulder area - Yunho had learned - but had a bit of empty space at the chest where a girl obviously wouldn't have been as flat. Jaejoong fixed the socks and pulled them up over his knees before tiptoeing to the kitchen where Yunho had again prepared them tea. Yunho stood up immediately after seeing Jaejoong and pulled out a chair for him to sit down before taking a seat as well.
"You look lovely," Yunho sighed, his voice sweet as honey, eyes going up and down Jaejoong's body - but Jaejoong was feeling more playful that day. They were quiet for a while, sipping down their drinks, before Jaejoong spoke.
"I like this outfit... Especially the panties," he said, smiling at Yunho's flabbergasted expression, "Do you want to see?"
"No," Yunho gasped, slapping a hand over his eyes as if Jaejoong were to pull up his hem right this instant.
"They're quite comfortable," he continued, "I'm thinking I'm going to start wearing girls' panties every day."
Yunho peeked through his fingers to see if Jaejoong was joking or not. Today his pants were black but it seemed like Yunho was already excited - Jaejoong had begun to think he was hard most of the time - the mere look of Jaejoong enough to get his blood boiling and rushing down south.
"You're teasing me," Yunho exclaimed, looking sour but amused at the same time and Jaejoong let out a laugh and then got up from the table. It was now or never.
"Can we do things a bit differently today?" Jaejoong asked as he approached the other.
"Sure," Yunho agreed instantly, smiling up at Jaejoong.
"Today... I would like to sit here when we have tea," Jaejoong announced and to Yunho's absolute surprise, sat down in his lap.
There were so many frills on the dress he wore that he couldn't exactly feel much even though he was sitting right on top of Yunho's erection, legs dangling in air and wrapped an arm behind Yunho's neck. The older man seemed to be in caught up in sheer terror, like Jaejoong was in fact something dangerous and not just a teenage boy in a dress, but Jaejoong didn't move from his spot. His fingers ghosted over the skin of Yunho's neck, playing with his short hair, and just as Jaejoong looked down to meet Yunho's eyes, the other man did in fact wrap his arms around Jaejoong's very tiny waist.
Jaejoong was about to say something funny but closed his mouth when Yunho pulled him closer - the look in his eyes had changed - and Jaejoong thought they were going to kiss but then, Yunho buried his face into Jaejoong's collar, and let out a weak whimper. Hugging him back, Jaejoong shifted slightly, ass rubbing against Yunho's front, until he heard Yunho's breath hitch and then - a low moan coming from Yunho's throat. The arms around his waist held him so tightly Jaejoong could barely breathe as a large shudder traveled down Yunho's spine. Yunho's breathing had turned erratic and he seemed to be unwilling to lift his gaze and meet Jaejoong's eyes. Puffs of breath tickled the skin of Jaejoong's collarbone. Then it hit him.
"Did you just come?" Jaejoong asked, not believing his own words as Yunho continued to hold him still, ass to crotch with all the folds of the skirt between them.
Yunho groaned and looked back up, and for the first time ever - he was actually blushing.
"I'm so terribly sorry," he whispered, "I- I- I wasn't expecting it and you just sat there and oh shit..."
"Did you come?" Jaejoong repeated, feeling quite flushed himself, "But I only sat on your lap-"
"I can normally control it really well, I'm so sorry!" Yunho apologized again, eyes wide and panicky, "But the frills of the skirt... It kept rubbing... I couldn't help it!"
Jaejoong shifted again uncomfortably, but Yunho grabbed his hips and held him still.
"Don't... Move..." he warned, looking ashamed, another shaky breath of air escaping his lips, eyes heavy lidded as he looked deep into Jaejoong's eyes. But Jaejoong didn't stop moving. He grabbed Yunho's shoulders for support and turned until he was straddling Yunho's thighs instead, and then pulled up the hem of the skirt from underneath him. His legs were bare and he felt the fabric of the other man's jeans rough against his inner skin but in a way it turned Jaejoong on even more.
"You came," he said again, smiling a little and leaned in closer until their foreheads were almost pressed together. Yunho took his face in his hands and held him there, eyes going back and forth between Jaejoong's lips and his gaze, their breaths mingling, chests heavy with ragged breathing. Jaejoong's fists grabbed the front of Yunho's shirt and twisted the fabric in his squeeze, inching closer and then, rolling his hips lazily over Yunho's jean clad cock that was fully hard again. This time Jaejoong could feel everything. The thin fabric of the panties Yunho had chosen for him did nothing to stop him from feeling, their cocks were pressed together under Jaejoong's skirt, and Jaejoong moved again, until Yunho let out a low moan of pure pleasure. Their lips brushed against each other, again and again, until one of Yunho's hands trailed into Jaejoong's hair and finally captured his mouth in a kiss.
It was so slow it made Jaejoong's lower stomach feel like it was going to explode. Yunho caressed his hair as his tongue slid in between Jaejoong's lips, gently brushing his before pulling back, his lips moving over Jaejoong's with ease. He breathed roughly, one of his hands sliding down under the skirt and grabbing Jaejoong's thigh, and Jaejoong rocked his hips, rutting against Yunho's jeans. The contact of their lips broke for a short moment, a moment when Jaejoong let out the tiniest of whimpers, before leaning in and kissing Yunho himself. Then Yunho's hand moved again, it was almost between Jaejoong's legs, but the tips of Yunho's fingers were there under the skirt, toying with the lace of Jaejoong's panties. They kept kissing, mouths moving together slowly, as two of Yunho's fingers slipped inside the fabric, feeling the lace with his fingertips and brushing the base of Jaejoong's cock.
His moan was drowned by Yunho's lips, it felt too good, but Yunho pulled back his fingers and continued playing with the panties, first brushing his digits up and down the front, then pulling at the pink bow and then feeling the wet spot of precome growing in the fabric with his fingers. By now Jaejoong was so turned on he was almost crying. His entire body was shaking, so was Yunho's, and their foreheads pressed together for Jaejoong wasn't able to continue kissing. He held on to Yunho's shirt, panting harshly, as Yunho's fingertips ghosted over the tip of his cock through the underwear. He was going to come, he knew it, but he didn't want it to be over, he wanted Yunho to keep touching.
"So wet," Yunho said in awe, now cupping Jaejoong's cock with his palm, "It's like you're really a girl."
Jaejoong's cheeks were burning but he didn't care. Rocking his hips to show Yunho he wanted more, he threw his head back as Yunho's lips closed around the skin of his neck, kissing and sucking it to his mouth.
"Can I...?" Yunho breathed out and even though Jaejoong wasn't sure what he was asking for, nodded. Yunho took his fingers away from Jaejoong's panties but chose to place them over his ass instead. They moved up and down the cleft of Jaejoong's ass over the underwear, rubbing gently, until a single finger slid inside the panties and pressed against his hole. Jaejoong shook in Yunho's lap, still squeezing Yunho's shirt in his fists, a drop of sweat trickling down his temple. There was the smallest amount of pressure and then, Jaejoong felt the tip of Yunho's middle finger press into him. It couldn't have been more than a couple inches but it was enough to make him come - he'd been way too turned on for so long that the simplest of touches was enough to trigger it.
Jaejoong let out a weak moan, his breath hitching and pressed closer to Yunho, who had an arm wrapped around his waist to really keep him close. The wetness between his legs spread as the come stained the underwear, and he moaned again as Yunho's finger pressed in deeper inside him. Their lips met in another slow but passionate kiss, and Jaejoong simply couldn't stop gasping for air as his orgasm shook him fiercely. Yunho was now moving him up and down and as soon as Jaejoong was back to his senses, he continued to move by himself. Slowly, Yunho withdrew his finger but placed both hands under the skirt on Jaejoong's thighs instead, helping him move as they kissed, still keeping the pace of their grinding slow.
"Oops," said Yunho, smiling against Jaejoong's lips and Jaejoong smiled too, letting out another nervous breath of air as their bodies rocked together. Neither of them wanted to stop moving.
"I think the panties are ruined," Jaejoong said in return, unable to believe what had just happened - thank God he had decided to sit on Yunho's lap. It had escalated quickly.
"It's alright, the girl at the store said they can be machine washed," Yunho mumbled with a shaky voice, "As long as we don't get anything on the dress."
"Umhh," the younger hummed in return, leaning in and pressing another soft kiss on Yunho's lips. Their lips stuck together and Yunho's grip of Jaejoong's thighs tightened under the fabric of the skirt and squeezed the skin for a moment before sliding his hands up to grab the hem of the underwear and pull them down.
"You can change to something else," said Yunho, lips still ghosting over Jaejoong's, and grabbed him by the waist to let him know it was time to get up. With extremely shaky legs Jaejoong got up from Yunho's lap and followed the older man back to the bedroom (on the way there he clearly saw Yunho pocketing the underwear Jaejoong had been wearing before) where he opened one of his closets and took out a couple shopping bags. There were several dresses already hanging in the closet, some Jaejoong had already worn and some were still new with tags, wrapped up in plastic. Yunho peered into the shopping bags and picked up something to show Jaejoong.
"Pink or yellow?" he asked, letting Jaejoong choose and handed him the piece of clothing before closing the cupboard door and disappearing into the master bathroom of his apartment.
Taking a seat from the bed, Jaejoong looked down at his bare legs and put on the panties, still feeling flushed and excited about what had just happened. He listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and quickly started to fix up his hair - it was pointing up from the back where Yunho had held him when they kissed - his mind racing, and his stomach making sudden jumps whenever he thought of where Yunho's fingers had just been. What would happen now? Would Yunho be angry at him or would they continue to kiss and touch? They still had a lot of time left before Jaejoong would have to call it a night. His mom might have even let him stay over if he'd call and tell her he'd be staying over at a friend's house.
Yunho returned from the bathroom, now wearing grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a comfy, soft looking t-shirt. Their eyes met and Yunho flashed him a nervous smile before taking a seat from the bed next to the younger. He wasn't looking at Jaejoong but reached out a hand to grab the boy's hand that had been resting on the bed, fingers sliding between his and holding it gently.
"Are you okay?" Yunho asked softly, his hand in Jaejoong's palm slightly sweaty and shaking. There was a scent of body wash coming from Yunho's direction, he had apparently took a quick shower.
"I'm fine."
"Do you want to wash up?"
"It's fine," Jaejoong shook his head, hating his body for betraying him as the blush spread to his cheeks. He most certainly didn't want to wash off the traces of what had just happened. He still had the taste of Yunho's lips in his mouth and it was extremely hot.
"You want to go home?"
"No."
"Come on then," Yunho got up from the bed and pulled Jaejoong with him, "Let's watch some tv."
Yunho didn't let go of Jaejoong's hand for the rest of the night. They sat on the living room sofa, much closer to each other than the last time and ate some leftover pizza Yunho had ordered the night before. The conversation wasn't exactly active but it was pleasant, and even Yunho seemed a bit more relaxed around Jaejoong now. But it was getting late and even though Jaejoong would have really liked to spent the night, Yunho told him he had an early flight to catch next morning and that it wouldn't do. As soon as the ending credits started rolling Yunho got up, guided Jaejoong to his bedroom to change back to his own clothes and get ready to leave. When Jaejoong emerged from his room, now dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, Yunho took his hand once more and walked him to the door.
He waited until Jaejoong had put on his converse sneakers before stepping closer, once again threading his fingers through Jaejoong's hair and holding him by the neck to tilt his head back, and leaned in to kiss him. Standing up like this, Jaejoong realized how tall Yunho actually was. Jaejoong had to lean his head back all the way to return the man's kiss, both hands finding their way over his chest as Yunho's tongue slid into his mouth to touch his. Within seconds they were both breathing harshly through their noses, mouths moving over each other's, the kiss escalating so fast for a moment Jaejoong was sure Yunho was going to turn him around and fuck him right there against the nearest surface. Yunho's free hand had found its way under the hem of Jaejoong's hoodie and was now clutching his hip in a strong grip, thumb rubbing up and down the length of his hip bone as they kissed.
The clock on the wall made a sound, interrupting them, and Yunho pulled back reluctantly.
"It's already twelve o'clock, you should hurry," he said, unable to stop staring at Jaejoong's mouth that was now completely red. "Next weekend... Will you spend the night?"
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