The Cockblockers [Oneshot]
Title: The Cockblockers
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: If I owned Yunjae, I'd give them all the smexing time they'll ever need >D
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Comedy, smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex, Language, Minfood
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong indulge in the ultimate pleasure--Each other's bodies. Losing themselves in lusty sin until there is nothing to breathe but one another's name, cried out in a whirlwind of hot promises and sweet seduction.......Until the Cockblockers ruin everything. xD
A/N: Dedicated to my awesome bb xstacia :'D
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The Cockblockers
"Yunho...ngh...right there..."
With a smirk, Yunho tossed the older man's left leg over his shoulder and ran his hands down Jaejoong's sides til his fingers met with the other man's plush ass.
He squeezed, earning a wanton moan from Jaejoong's plump, cherry red lips, glistening with saliva and warm with the heat of his increasing panting.
"Right here, Joongie?" Yunho ducked his head down further, further til he sat right in front of Jaejoong's frustrated cock. With a swift lick of his lips, he turned his head to the left and instead, flattened his tongue against the underside of Jaejoong's thigh, enjoying the needy groan rumbling from his lover's throat as he watched Jaejoong's knuckles turn white from gripping the tangled sheets.
"Fuck you." Jaejoong hissed, throwing his head back against the pillow.
Yunho nipped at the skin in the bend of Jaejoong's knee and growled, "No, baby. I think you mean fuck you."
The older man gazed heatedly through hooded eyes down at Yunho's grin located so damn close to his naked, hardened cock, but never close enough.
He traded gripping the sheets for scraping his fingernails through his own sex-tousled hair in utter frustration and let out a strangled groan while thrusting his hips up towards Yunho desperately. "Please, Yunho. Please. Don't torture me anymore tonight. Not again. Please."
One of Yunho's eyebrows perked. "Tonight? Baby, it's already morning."
Both of Jaejoong's eyebrows matched the younger's. "Really? We've been at it all night?"
With a dark chuckle and another toothy grin, Yunho suddenly dove down, plunging his warm, wet tongue into Jaejoong's bellybutton, swirling and sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin surrounding it, making Jaejoong's back arch in unrequited pleasure as he tangled his fingers through Yunho's hair.
Yunho kissed a short trail down the sparse line of hair leading towards his lover's sin, but stopping just before reaching the base of Jaejoong's cock, earning a pitiful mewl out of the other man. He loved this.
"Are you working today, Joongie?" Yunho gently pinned Jaejoong's knees up on either side of the older man's head. He formed his lips into a small 'O' and blew cool air over Jaejoong's pearling member, over his balls and finally stopping to plant a light kiss on Jaejoong's puckered hole, already dripping from the night's earlier pleasures.
Jaejoong shivered in response, closing his dark eyes tightly shut, only able to whimper out a small, whiny, "No."
Yunho grinned wolfishly, his thumb rubbing circles behind Jaejoong's knees. Keeping the other man's legs pinned in place, he traveled up the length of Jaejoong's body until his lips pressed hotly into the other's ear. "Neither am I. I'm thinking of spending my time from now until tomorrow morning with you in this bed. Are you up for it?"
Rendered a writhing mess and unable to control the shivers, blooming from the pits of his stomach and raking their way under every inch of Jaejoong's skin all the way down south to his pulsing cock, twitching in anticipation, Jaejoong thrashed beneath Yunho's lithe body and babbled nonsensically.
"Pleeeaase." He arched into the younger's body, desperate for warmth, for friction, for something. "Damn. Fuck me. Shit, Yunho."
Chuckling to himself, Yunho reverted to Jaejoong's heaving chest, planting light and breathy kisses downwards, stopping to speak in between every other kiss. "What. Was that. Joongie? What. Do you want?"
Jaejoong struggled against the strength of the man pinning him to the bed, throwing his head from side to side. "Please. Please, fuck me, Yunho, please."
Yunho had now reached the base of Jaejoong's cock, placing cruel kisses that were, again, never close enough. "What, baby? I can't hear you. Say my name louder."
Jaejoong gasped desperately, reduced near to sobbing. "Yunho! Fuck me! Now!"
With a lick of his lips, Yunho released his grip on Jaejoong's right leg, tossing it over his own shoulder, while using his newly freed hand to finally, finally take his lover's appreciative cock between his fingers.
He gave it a few teasing strokes, effectively sending Jaejoong out of his mind before taking his own stiff length into his hands and positioning himself in front of Jaejoong's hole.
Quickly, he reached his hand under a pillow, dragging out the tube and frowned. "Jae, the lube's already squeezed dry. Damn, we just bought this thing yesterday..."
Behind Jaejoong's heavy-lidded eyes, a dark fire sparked and he parted his pouty lips seductively, "Fuck it. Baby, I was made for your cock. Just give it to me."
That was all it took for a grin to split across Yunho's face and a backwards toss of the empty bottle of lube before the younger took hold of his own hardened, dripping member and positioned the tip against the ringed muscle of Jaejoong's hole.
His eyes set firmly on Jaejoong's face to watch every beautiful move and every sinful expression his lover would make as he pummeled through him with all his strength until he could reach that sweet spot and wring out his orgasm.
He'd let the butterflies from that space tucked away in some deep, dark place behind Jaejoong's bellybutton take flight through his veins pumping ecstasy like a drug under his skin until there was nothing behind those dark, lustful eyes except pleasure and Yunho's naked, sweat-beaded body and--
"HYUNG!"
Jaejoong's lips curled into a naughty smile. "I love it when you call me hyung."
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed deeply. "Um, that wasn't me."
The other's eyes fluttered open wide and he locked utterly confused gazes with the younger. "Eh? Then what--?"
"HYUUUUUNG!"
A rapid beating sound from the door of their bedroom caught both their attentions. And suddenly both their cocks felt more like wet noodles than hard, pulsing rods.
Yunho released Jaejoong completely and leaned back on his haunches. "What the--?"
The curse had barely left his mouth before another tirade of fists banged with the door.
"Jaejoong hyung! Are you in there? Are you alive? PLEASE tell me you're alive!"
Jaejoong let out a pissed huff and angrily sat himself up against the headboard, crossing his arms against his sweaty chest. "OF COURSE, I'm alive! What the fuck do you want, Changmin?!"
Suddenly the knocking at the door ceased and neither Jaejoong nor Yunho missed it when a tiny, pathetic whimper emitted from behind the door. They both exchanged looks that expressed emotions along the lines of What the hell?!
"Min?" Yunho called out tiredly, scratching his head. "Are you okay? What did you need?"
Another whimper and a bit of sniffling before Changmin's voice finally mumbled, "Ehwunbruffness."
Yunho and Jaejoong exchanged looks again and this time, Jaejoong tipped over helplessly and buried his head in the pillow.
"What?" Yunho called out again, his patience wearing thin. He was this close to fucking the daylights out of Jaejoong. Again. And again.
"I want breakfast!" Panic rose in Changmin's voice from the other side of the door and for no reason that the older men could see, the incessant knocking returned, rattling the door near off its hinges. "It's almost 10:30 and Jaejoong hasn't made breakfast yet. I'm starving! My stomach is going to eat itself from the inside out. EAT ITSELF! Please help me! Pleeeeeaaaaseee!"
"Alright!" Jaejoong snapped, throwing himself back on the mattress in defeat, arms spread out as he glared up at the ceiling. "I'll make you some fucking breakfast!"
The two barely had enough time to sigh in despair and watch the rest of their cocks deflate before the door suddenly burst open (It was UNLOCKED??) as a tall, lanky blur flurried into the room and pounced.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, hyung! I love you!" Changmin purred in delight, clinging to Jaejoong's thin waist and rubbing his cheek against Jaejoong's with a goofy grin on his face.
"Shit, Changmin, we're naked!" Yunho hastily threw a thin sheet over his own lap and only watched in jealousy horror as the youngest man cuddled Yunho's naked lover who seemed no happier about this predicament than Yunho was.
"Ack! Get off, Min! You're squishing my manhooooood!"
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Yunho turned the faucet off, giving his head one last shake and let the steamy hot water cascade from his hair.
He liked moments like this. With nothing more to do with the rest of his time than to take a nice, long hot shower and wash all the burdens of the day down the drain. It was more than refreshing. It was a taste of freedom.
Rubbing excess water out of his eyes, Yunho reached beyond the shower curtain for his towel hanging on the hook next to the shower. He pat his wet hand up and down the tiled wall fruitlessly, failing to catch hold of anything soft, warm and cottony.
Vigorously rubbing his eyes once more, he opened his eyes wide in shock.
The towel was gone.
But it had been there. It was there. Yunho never got in the shower without leaving his towel somewhere nearby. What was going on?
Maybe he left it on the sink. Yunho shook his head in irritation, yanking the opaque shower curtain open and stepping out, dripping onto the floor mat.
He looked up just as he'd run a hand through his soaking wet hair when his jaw dropped and his heart leapt up into his throat.
And then plummeted down to his crotch.
He was always forgetting to lock the bathroom door. (And sometimes the bedroom door in the most crucial moments.) There had been many a time when he'd just opened the shower curtain just as Changmin or one of the others (but mainly Changmin for some God forsaken reason) had walked in unknowingly, taken a long, stunned gander at Yunho's wet goods and promptly run away.
But this time was different.
Delightfully different.
Jaejoong lazily stood leaning with his lower back against the sink wearing nothing but a wifebeater and a pair of sweatpants that Yunho suspected had absolutely nothing underneath.
Yunho froze with only one foot out of the shower and gulped when an anticipating tremor made it's way through his exposed, thickening member.
Now he knew where his towel had disappeared to.
Jaejoong eyed Yunho seductively, holding the edge of the towel between his teeth while his hand had long disappeared inside the waistband of his sweatpants. Yunho watched with shallow breath as his eyes followed the other's hand while it rubbed up and down, slowly, torturously through the thin fabric of his pants.
"Looking for this?" Jaejoong let the towel from from his mouth and slide down his abdomen to the floor as he spoke, canting his head up slightly as he gave himself a particularly strong stroke.
Yunho's throat had gone dry a long time ago but he had just enough wits about him to pull his other leg out of the shower since standing dumbstruck on one foot halfway out of a shower was a bit uncomfortable. He suddenly realized he had nothing to do with his hands. He suddenly knew what he wanted to do with them.
His lust growing and billowing throughout his body, Yunho took a few slow steps forward, water flowing down his chest and muscled back and down, down his long, built legs.
Yunho wanted him. He wanted him. But if he took too fast a step in Jaejoong's direction, who knew what kind of damage he would do to the other man. But he had a good feeling that neither of them would mind too much.
Jaejoong cast a sly, sidelong smile up at the younger man as Yunho had brought himself a mere foot away from him. "I'm thirsty," Jaejoong commented offhandedly, eyes shamelessly traveling up and down and up and then back down Yunho's naked, wet body.
The eldest poked his tongue out the corner of his mouth and slowly swiped his lips to glistening perfection, suppressing an amused giggle when he watched Yunho's Adam's apple bob furiously.
"You don't need this towel," Jaejoong's voice dropped a few octaves as he turned to face Yunho, kicking the towel away, his hand still rubbing his own bulging crotch. "I'll take care of it for you."
In one step, Jaejoong filled the distance between them, placing both his hands lightly on Yunho's bare hips and pressing the younger man's soaking wet chest with his own barely clothed one flush together.
Jaejoong reveled in the groan that vibrated from Yunho's chest and reverberated through his own body. He parted his pouty lips and latched them to the vein in Yunho's neck, sucking all traces of excess water off and swallowing it down his own throat.
It was like a refreshing sip of flavored water. Although Jaejoong was sure Vitamin Water would never have this special flavor--a mixture of oranges and honey with just a touch of lust.
Just as Yunho's hands grabbed hold of Jaejoong's waist, reaching around and downward to take a nice, healthy squeeze of his ass, the older man mewled into Yunho's neck, his lips traveling upward until he could wrap his tongue around the dripping flesh of Yunho's earlobe.
Panting, Yunho tilted his head upward slightly while pulling Jaejoong's lower half against his own crotch, grinding faster and harder against the soft cotton of the other man's sweatpants.
He swore sharply when Jaejoong pressed his thigh upward between Yunho's legs and rubbed in rhythm to their needy grinding. He left a trail of kisses across Yunho's jawline, lapping up beads of water with the tip of his tongue as he went until he reached his lover's slightly parted mouth and swallowed a deep moan.
Jaejoong's fingernails dug into Yunho's back and he groaned into the kiss, their thirsty tongues swirling together in a tangle, fighting for a lasting taste of the other's sinful mouth.
It was Jaejoong who won after throwing the other off guard when rolled his hips and pressed his thigh up higher between Yunho's legs, earning a throaty moan out of the younger.
He took full advantage of Yunho's mouth, sucking on his tongue and lapping up every flavor he could reach from the other's mouth. Yunho tasted of the moon, hot steam and a hint of sugar.
"Sweet," Jaejoong's voice was raspy as he traveled down Yunho's chin, down his throat and to his chest, taking the other's wet nipple into his hot mouth. He twirled his tongue around one as his hand tweaked the other, making a noise of delight when Yunho hissed his name huskily.
Jaejoong swatted Yunho's hands away from his ass, giving him room to kiss a trail down the other's chest, rolling all traces of shower water into his mouth until he sank to his knees and swirled his tongue through the coarse hair below Yunho's bellybutton.
Yunho let out a muffled grunt. Jaejoong put his hands on his hips and pushed him back into he opposite wall and holding him there while he ran his tongue up and down Yunho's inner thigh.
"Jaejoong," Yunho panted, threading his fingers through his lover's hair. "Please..."
Keeping his wide, dark eyes trained on Yunho's heavy-lidded ones, Jaejoong curled his lips into an impish smile. "Don't beg, baby. I'm the one on my knees."
With that, Jaejoong took Yunho's already hard cock into his hands and lightly pressed his plump lips to the tip with a loving peck. He pulled back allowing a short string of precum to disconnect from Yunho's cock and slap against Jaejoong's chin. Jaejoong quickly pressed his thumb into the string of precum and ran tongue against the pad, giving Yunho a full, erotic view.
Jaejoong returned back to Yunho's throbbing member, taking the base firmly into one hand while the other cupped his balls. Yunho's breath came out unevenly and hollow as Jaejoong pressed his lips back to the tip and slowly slid his tongue through the slit, parting the flesh delicately.
Satisfied with the hastened sound of Yunho's panting above him, Jaejoong took more of the tip into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around in circles and curling the tip of his tongue just around the rim.
"Shit!" Yunho bucked involuntarily, but Jaejoong pressed his hips firmly back against the cool, tiled wall.
Jaejoong latched his mouth around the entirety of Yunho's pearling tip, sucking hard and firmly stroked his hand up and down, from the base til his fist collided with his own lips, all the the while, Jaejoong peered up at Yunho with wide, lusty eyes, watching as all shades of pleasure took over his facial expression.
"J-Jae..." Yunho took a shaky breath, unsure if he should maintain eye contact with Jaejoong and risk coming right now hard and messy into the other's mouth or close his eyes and slip into rapture as Jaejoong sent tremors down, down to Yunho's core, stirring the orgasm that threatened to bloom.
Jaejoong hummed long and low as he dipped his head down lower while his fist moved up, meeting his parted lips in the middle and quickly retreating back to the ends of Yunho's stiff member.
Yunho dug his fingers into Jaejoong's scalp and bit his bottom lip, God forbid he taste a bit of blood pooling his mouth.
Jaejoong continued this motion, fast and firm, hollowing his cheeks in the force of sucking, letting his tongue work wonders on the vein under Yunho's cock. His other hand pressed his balls back, kneading the leathery skin with his fingers and taking the whole sack into his hand again, playing around with Yunho's juices until Jaejoong was sure Yunho would soon lose his mind.
Yunho squirmed under Jaejoong's touch. Bucking slightly into the other's mouth, unconsciously letting streams of nonsense flow from his parted, panting mouth. He tilted his head up to the ceiling, unsure of just how long he could take this maddening bliss, but fairly certain that he wouldn't last much longer.
Gradually, Jaejoong increased his pace with his eyes still holding his lover's face, sliding his lips from the tip to the middle of Yunho's cock where he met with his own fist which slid back down to the base in a slight twisting motion just as Jaejoong's lips returned back to the tip only to repeat the process over again with more intensity.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jaejoong!" Yunho could feel his orgasm nearing the surface. Strumming just below the threshold somewhere in his lower abdomen. His cock twitched in the wet, hot caverns of Jaejoong's mouth and his knees were beginning to buckle.
"F-fuuck, Jae. Almost..." Yunho's saliva was thick and he was almost sure he was drooling but he didn't care.
It was then that Jaejoong paused with his hand settling at the base. He smirked around the head of Yunho's cock. He relaxed his throat muscles. And he went deep.
He engulfed Yunho's arousal til his nose nestled in the coarse hair around the base. And Yunho knew he didn't have long now.
Yunho let out a strangled moan, throwing his head back hard against the wall almost painfully, tightening his grip in Jaejoong's hair. It was there. His orgasm slowly awakening, crawling around just beneath Yunho's sanity and he was beginning to see falling stars.
Jaejoong hollowed his cheeks again and traveled up, up, up...and slammed back down, deep-throating Yunho's entire length once more.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come." Yunho's voice rushed raspily, closing his eyes against the onslaught of what would be soon be his delicious climax.
Jaejoong's pink lips inched back up Yunho's length one more time. This time would surely be his last. Yunho's breath quivered and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Jaejoong's lips paused briefly right at the rim. He relaxed his throat muscles one last time. And...
"OMG! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Jaejoong stopped with Yunho's tip still held between his lips and quirked an eyebrow. Yunho's lusty inhale preparing for his impending climax, dissolved into a cough which he promptly choked on.
Their eyes met.
Jaejoong took Yunho's cock out of his mouth long enough for him to chime in unison with the other man, "What the hell?"
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!! HELP MEEEEEE!!!!"
Yunho's ears perked, his chest still heaving. "That sounds like Yoochun."
"HEEEEEEEEEELLLLPP!!!!"
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. "So? Bastard."
The younger man looked down at him with a mixture of guilt and worry in his eyes. "He could be in trouble."
"Bastard."
"Yeah, I know." Yunho solemnly agreed.
Jaejoong met Yunho's gaze with a flirtatious bat of his eyes. "I could still finish you off."
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"
Yunho groaned inwardly. "But he could seriously need our help. And I'm already..." Both of them looked down at the remainder of Yunho's arousal to find it steadily drooping towards the floor. Jaejoong's own tent in his sweatpants was also beginning to shrink.
With another roll of his eyes and a severe pout that Yunho just wanted to kiss off his face, Jaejoong stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine. Let's go see if the bastard's alright. So I can beat him to a fucking pulp."
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Yunho couldn't suppress a tiny smile as he followed his feral lover out of the bathroom and down the hallway to their roommate's bedroom.
The first thing out of Jaejoong's mouth was, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Yoochun sat at his desk hunched over his laptop. The windows were shut, the curtains closed leaving the glare from the laptop screen as the only eery glow in the room.
Slowly, so slowly, Yoochun turned around in his desk chair, shoulders tensed, until he was staring wide-eyed, almost emptily at the older two behind him. Jaejoong dropped his defiant hands from his hips and peered closer with growing concern. Yunho stepped forward, bending down til he was face to face with his paled, shell-shocked friend.
Yoochun's lips quivered as he spoke. Only sparse breaths of air escaped his cold, chapped lips.
Jaejoong's hands flew to his mouth in horror. Yunho reached forward and shook Yoochun slightly by the shoulder with one hand. "Yoochun? Yoochun! What's wrong? What happened?"
The other inhaled with a violent shudder, his eyes widening even more in pure fear. "It's......it's......"
"Yoochun..." Jaejoong's voice wavered now. He lunged forward and took Yoochun by both shoulders and shook him hysterically. Yunho grabbed him by the waist to prevent him from potentially hurting the other man. "Yoochun! It's what?! Are you okay? Tell me!"
Yoochun suddenly gasped harshly, his hollow eyes watching the others with complete lack of focus. "It's...it's................awesome."
Jaejoong stopped shaking Yoochun and Yunho stopped holding onto Jaejoong. Their jaws slacked in unison. "W-what?"
Yoochun's dark, empty eyes suddenly brightened with glee and he clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "It's awesome! I'm awesome! You guys wouldn't believe what I've done."
Jaejoong suddenly took a step back, his spine stiffened. "What are you talking about?"
"This!" Yoochun brandished his hands toward the screen of his laptop and the two eldest peered over either of his shoulders.
Yunho read aloud, "It was dark and the merry-go-round creaked with a vengeance. Mwahaha."
Jaejoong scrolled down and read, "I'd much rather kill you both and take Big Butt as my maiden sex slave."
Yoochun giggled and Jaejoong bit back the urge to strangle him until blood spurted from his eyes.
"WHAT the fuck is this, Yoochun?!" Jaejoong snapped.
Yoochun's eyes glittered. "It's my fanfic! I'm writing a horror story. It's so scary I even scared myself. See, it starts with Changmin and Junsu screwing around in deserted theme park after hours in the dark. And then, they go into a haunted house. But it's a REAL haunted house! And it's possessed with a spirit named Yoochun. And then you two show up as zombies who try to kill Changmin and Junsu but then you guys start making out and Changmin and Junsu escape. Man, it's awesome."
Yoochun continued to bask in his own glory while Jaejoong and Yunho took the time to stare open-mouthed at the screen and then at Yoochun and then at each other before one of them finally remembered how to form coherent sentences.
"Yoochun...we're not even famous." Yunho reasoned slowly while Jaejoong cracked his knuckles threateningly. "We don't have a fandom to write fan fiction about."
Yoochun spun around in his desk chair to fully face the other two with his arms crossed. He quirked an eyebrow and flashed a knowing smile. "That's what you think."
Yoochun turned back to finish writing his story while Yunho struggled with keeping his towel above his waistline while also keeping Jaejoong from pouncing on top of Yoochun and ripping his eyeballs out.
By the end of that day, they never finished that blowjob.
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"I'm so sorry but I love you da geojimal..."
Yunho bobbed his head to the heavy beat as he maneuvered his way through throngs of scantily clad and alcohol-induced club-goers.
It was always this packed on Saturday nights and on most days Yunho would much rather spend time at home in bed with his lover splayed out against the sheets as he licked chocolate sauce off Jaejoong's abdomen.
But every once in a while he liked to have the chance to show off what he had, to flaunt what he knew was precious and only he could hold in his own possessive clutches.
And Jaejoong never failed to be the hottest breathing thing in the club.
Yunho didn't bother to hide the smirk that worked its way through his lips as he elbowed his way through the crowd with two drinks in hand. All others could look, but never touch. Jaejoong was his. And only hi--
Yunho stopped short, almost dropping the glasses of Screaming Orgasm and Sex on the Beach in either hand as a couple bumped into him from behind.
Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin had long disappeared before they had even found a table and Yunho had just left Jaejoong alone at the table to grab them some cocktails.
Or at least he was alone.
Three other men, complete and total strangers, had made themselves quite comfortable, two in the booth across from Jaejoong and one sat right beside him, all grinning slimily and embodying an air of total douche baggery.
But what really made Yunho's blood stir, spit and hiss was the flirtatious flutter of Jaejoong's long eyelashes and the way his tongue darted out of his mouth to slowly swipe its way across the giddy smile painted across his damned beautiful face. And Yunho was holding their first drinks of the night in his hands, so there was absolutely no excuse for his behavior right now.
Yunho let out an animalistic growl under his breath and stormed his way across the room, shoving anyone who dare cross his path out of the way.
He stood fuming at the end of the table looking at no one other than Kim Jaejoong while the other three men gazed up at him, baffled.
Jaejoong had the nerve to cross his legs under the table, purposefully brushing the leg of the man sitting next to him and leaning provocatively into the stranger's scent, all the while looking Yunho right in the eye with an innocent smile on his face.
Yunho was shaking with fury by the time Jaejoong licked his lips once more and bat his eyes, purring, "Yes, Yunnie? What's the matter?"
Yunho snapped.
He slammed the glasses on the table, cracking one of them on impact. Yunho lunged forward over the unnamed man sitting on the edge, reaching out for Jaejoong, grabbing the older man's jaw between his fingers roughly enough to leave a bruise and crashing their lips together in a heated kiss.
The other three men looked on in silent shock as Jaejoong and Yunho battled with their tongues. Yunho shoved his tongue into Jaejoong's sinful mouth, taking what he wanted, what was rightfully his.
They parted wildly, panting hard and as soon as Jaejoong's lips were free, an unabashed, wanton moan blossomed loudly from his throat. Yunho attached his lips to the man's neck and licked a trail of saliva downward and stopped at Jaejoong's collarbone. He took the skin there between his teeth and bit down savagely, earning a ragged gasp from the other and rolled the skin in his mouth against his tongue.
Yunho broke away only to grab Jaejoong's arm and pull him forward, practically throwing him out of the seat, sending him over and on top of the man sitting between them, mouth agape.
But, dammit, of course, before Jaejoong could fully give in, he wiggled his ass in the man's lap with a sly grin. Yunho spat a vehement curse, giving Jaejoong another near violent tug and propelled him forward, dragging him behind him into the crowd toward the dance floor and away from the men who'd trespassed on his territory.
Once buried deep into the throbbing crowd, hidden by the darkness and flash of the strobe lights and immersed in the thrumming bass of the music blasting through the speakers, Yunho spun around suddenly, making Jaejoong collide face first into his chest.
Jaejoong was still grinning when Yunho wrapped one arm around his waist and tangled the other hand in the back of his lover's head. He pulled him impossibly closer, pressing their foreheads together.
"Fuck, Jaejoong," Yunho hissed grinding his hips into the other's in time with the beat and clawed at Jaejoong's lower back.
Jaejoong bit his bottom lip and tilted his head to the side innocently. "You seem pissed, baby."
Yunho rolled his eyes and crashed their lips together once more, nipping and biting at Jaejoong's lips until they were bruised and utterly his. "Why do you always do that?"
Jaejoong ran his hands up Yunho's chest in what little space was left between their bodies and wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck. "What do you mean?"
Yunho inadvertently made a fist with his hand clutching Jaejoong's lower back, balling up the fabric of the older man's shirt and yanking at it as if threatening to rip the offensive garment off. "Fuck with my head."
Jaejoong laughed into Yunho neck and rested his head on the taller man's shoulder. "I still don't know what you mean, Yunnie."
Yunho pulled Jaejoong's body even closer, rubbing their growing arousals together. "You do shit like that," He jerked his head in the direction they'd just come from. "And get me all hot and bothered."
Jaejoong snaked his torso against Yunho's in time with the thumping rhythm. "Mmm, I don't know."
"Fuck, Jaejoong."
Jaejoong's plump lips curled into a smile and he pressed his lips against the shell of Yunho's ear, making sure to blow plenty of hot air when he whispered loud enough to compete with the blasting music, "You're so hot when you're pissed."
A deep and guttural growl escaped Yunho's lips as he thrust particularly hard against the other man, letting one hand reach up underneath Jaejoong's shirt to grope around the smooth skin of his back, while his other hand traveled down to grab his ass.
Jaejoong moaned appreciatively, pressing his lips into Yunho's collarbone, bent on giving his lover a purpling mark to match the one Yunho had left on him back at the table.
They grinded their hips together in time with the music, forgetting the rest of club and focused only on the pleasure they could unwind out of the man in their arms.
"Don't do it anymore." Yunho fervently began unbuckling Jaejoong's belt with impatient fingers.
"Mmm, but then I wouldn't get to watch you come unhinged. It's absolutely divine."
Yunho groaned. "Damn, I love you."
"I love you, too." Jaejoong purred, tossing his head back allowing the other to trace a line of hungry kisses down his neck.
Yunho cupped his ass and moved his hand down Jaejoong's thigh, hooking his hand behind his knee and yanking his leg up to wrap around his own waist. Pleased at the increased access to their pleasure spots, Jaejoong bucked his hips into Yunho's touch and moaned as their tenting jeans rubbed against each other.
The younger ran a finger across Jaejoong's lips, seeking entrance into the other man's wet cavern. Almost automatically, Jaejoong parted his lips and took in his lover's finger, wrapping his tongue around the digit and sucking hard with a dark look in his hooded eyes.
Yunho gulped at the sight and slid his finger out of Jaejoong's mouth, watching as a string of saliva followed his digit on its way out. He stuck out his tongue and lapped up the moist string, breaking the connection and lowered his hand behind Jaejoong's back.
His hand soon disappeared into the back of Jaejoong's jeans and slipped into the waistband of his silk boxers. He teased his way between Jaejoong's butt cheeks, squeezing the older man's ass with his other hand.
Jaejoong mewled and rolled his hips against the other as soon as he felt the digit brush past his puckered entrance.
Yunho bit his lip, rubbing the pad of his finger in circles around the ring of muscles, his heart beating quicker every time he felt the other's muscle twitch involuntarily.
He then slipped his digit in up to the very tip and reveled in the erotic way Jaejoong suddenly jerked against his chest, arching his back in response.
"Yes, Yunho, yes." Jaejoong moaned breathlessly into Yunho's neck, clawing at the younger man's upper back.
The two rubbed against each other for a bit longer, allowing Jaejoong to adjust to Yunho's sudden entrance before he pushed in deeper.
A long string of moans cascaded from Jaejoong's mouth as Yunho buried his finger deeper inside him until he couldn't go any further. He hiccuped when Yunho began to move his finger in and out in time with the music.
At the very peak of the dance music pounding through the speakers was when Yunho changed his angle and brushed against that spot that made Jaejoong see stars.
Jaejoong's knees nearly buckled beneath the deep pleasure and his mouth slacked open, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The mass of gyrating bodies and flashing lights combing through the darkness more than likely hid them, anyway. But if it didn't, who fucking cared?
He clung to Yunho's neck, as the taller man plunged in deeper, attacking that bundle of nerves. Taking the digit out as Jaejoong bucked forward into Yunho's arousal and plunging in deep as Jaejoong's hips canted back with the beat.
They continue on for several songs until Jaejoong was nearly begging and covered with sweat. He had almost surely left ribbons upon ribbons of red, agitated marks on the skin of Yunho's back where his fingernails dug in and scraped.
"You want to go home, baby?" Yunho grunted hotly in Jaejoong's ear.
"No," Jaejoong whimpered and Yunho nearly stumbled over in shock.
Then Jaejoong smiled breathlessly, leaning in closer to Yunho's ear. "Yoochun's car is parked outside, right?"
Yunho's lips curled into a grin, eternally thankful that he'd managed to sneak the car keys away from his friend before he'd run off.
But Yunho had barely taken his hand out of Jaejoong's pants and turned around, hand in hand when both had nearly run smack into someone standing a little too close behind them.
"They're trying to kill me."
Both stared dumbfounded at the other man who had a look of hurried fear in his eyes.
"What are you talking about, Junsu?" Yunho asked tiredly.
"We're not in the mood for your games. Go play with Yoochun and Changmin by yourself." Jaejoong scowled deeply and grasped Yunho's hand tightly.
"Nooo! No!" Junsu raised his hands defensively. "I don't know where they are. I'm lucky I even found you guys. Come on, you gotta help me. Or at least, you know, hide me."
"What are you talking about?" Yunho rubbed the vein between his eyebrows.
"I pissed off some random thugs and now they want my blood." Junsu's eyes grew wider. "My sweet, innocent, nonviolent blood."
Yunho cast an apologetic look toward Jaejoong who only threw his hands up in the air and cursed to himself under his breath while adjusting his pants.
"Slow down, Junsu. What did you do?" Yunho struggled to keep the impatience out of his voice.
"I didn't do anything!" Junsu ran a hand through his hair, nervously casting a suspicious glance over his shoulder.
"Then why are you fucking talking to us?" Jaejoong snapped.
"Well..." The youngest rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "I think it was a bit of a misunderstanding..."
"Su, just tell us what you did." Yunho said.
"All I did was call one of them a 'skinny son of a bitch.' But I wasn't talking to that guy. I was talking to Eunhyuk who just happened to be standing right next to him. But he thought I was talking to him. And now that thug guy's whole crew is coming after me with bats and knives and a stapler gun and if they find me, they will kill me."
"Wait, how did they get all that crap into the club?" Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow.
Yunho scratched his head. "Why do they have a stapler gun?"
It was Junsu's turn to throw his hands up at the ceiling. "I don't know! You think I bothered to ask the bouncer at the entrance of the club? You think I had any say so in the weapons they were going to use to murder me with?! HELP ME!"
"Hey! There he is. Get him!"
Junsu blanched while Jaejoong and Yunho looked curiously over his shoulder at the group of about ten or twenty bulky men holding bats and knives and yes, a stapler gun, steadily making their way toward them.
Junsu tugged desperately on Yunho's shirt sleeve while Yunho looked pleadingly at Jaejoong who stood with his back to the other, arms crossed and a very, very unpleased look on his face.
When Junsu let out a high-pitched squeal as the thugs moved in closer, shoving nearby dancers out of the way, Jaejoong shook his head and sighed.
"Just forget it." He turned back to face the others and roughly grabbed Junsu's trembling hand. "When we get home tonight, I'll just jerk myself off. In my bed. Alone."
With that, Jaejoong bolted through the crowd, Junsu clinging to his hand, practically sobbing and Yunho trailing behind with a look of utter horror, calling after him.
"Joongie? Joongie! No! We'll get a hotel room next time. Jaejoong?!"
Junsu lived that night. Barely.
Yoochun and Changmin came home much later that night. Yoochun had someone else's make up smeared on his face and he couldn't remember why. Changmin had somehow acquired a drunken stalker who lurked outside their house in a bush all night until Junsu threw Jaejoong's vibrator at him. Once again, Jaejoong was not pleased.
And no, Jaejoong and Yunho did not get any alone time that entire night. They spent the rest of their time as Yoochun and Changmin's nurses while the two threw up til daybreak.
Yeah.
Everyone, meet the cockblockers.
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Don't you love completely random inspiration?
By the way, the lines and (random) plotline from Yoochun's fanfic are taken from my own fanfic, Lamest. Date. Ever. xD It's a nice dose of mindless crack~
Comments are adored~ <3
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: If I owned Yunjae, I'd give them all the smexing time they'll ever need >D
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Comedy, smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex, Language, Minfood
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong indulge in the ultimate pleasure--Each other's bodies. Losing themselves in lusty sin until there is nothing to breathe but one another's name, cried out in a whirlwind of hot promises and sweet seduction.......Until the Cockblockers ruin everything. xD
A/N: Dedicated to my awesome bb xstacia :'D
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The Cockblockers
"Yunho...ngh...right there..."
With a smirk, Yunho tossed the older man's left leg over his shoulder and ran his hands down Jaejoong's sides til his fingers met with the other man's plush ass.
He squeezed, earning a wanton moan from Jaejoong's plump, cherry red lips, glistening with saliva and warm with the heat of his increasing panting.
"Right here, Joongie?" Yunho ducked his head down further, further til he sat right in front of Jaejoong's frustrated cock. With a swift lick of his lips, he turned his head to the left and instead, flattened his tongue against the underside of Jaejoong's thigh, enjoying the needy groan rumbling from his lover's throat as he watched Jaejoong's knuckles turn white from gripping the tangled sheets.
"Fuck you." Jaejoong hissed, throwing his head back against the pillow.
Yunho nipped at the skin in the bend of Jaejoong's knee and growled, "No, baby. I think you mean fuck you."
The older man gazed heatedly through hooded eyes down at Yunho's grin located so damn close to his naked, hardened cock, but never close enough.
He traded gripping the sheets for scraping his fingernails through his own sex-tousled hair in utter frustration and let out a strangled groan while thrusting his hips up towards Yunho desperately. "Please, Yunho. Please. Don't torture me anymore tonight. Not again. Please."
One of Yunho's eyebrows perked. "Tonight? Baby, it's already morning."
Both of Jaejoong's eyebrows matched the younger's. "Really? We've been at it all night?"
With a dark chuckle and another toothy grin, Yunho suddenly dove down, plunging his warm, wet tongue into Jaejoong's bellybutton, swirling and sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin surrounding it, making Jaejoong's back arch in unrequited pleasure as he tangled his fingers through Yunho's hair.
Yunho kissed a short trail down the sparse line of hair leading towards his lover's sin, but stopping just before reaching the base of Jaejoong's cock, earning a pitiful mewl out of the other man. He loved this.
"Are you working today, Joongie?" Yunho gently pinned Jaejoong's knees up on either side of the older man's head. He formed his lips into a small 'O' and blew cool air over Jaejoong's pearling member, over his balls and finally stopping to plant a light kiss on Jaejoong's puckered hole, already dripping from the night's earlier pleasures.
Jaejoong shivered in response, closing his dark eyes tightly shut, only able to whimper out a small, whiny, "No."
Yunho grinned wolfishly, his thumb rubbing circles behind Jaejoong's knees. Keeping the other man's legs pinned in place, he traveled up the length of Jaejoong's body until his lips pressed hotly into the other's ear. "Neither am I. I'm thinking of spending my time from now until tomorrow morning with you in this bed. Are you up for it?"
Rendered a writhing mess and unable to control the shivers, blooming from the pits of his stomach and raking their way under every inch of Jaejoong's skin all the way down south to his pulsing cock, twitching in anticipation, Jaejoong thrashed beneath Yunho's lithe body and babbled nonsensically.
"Pleeeaase." He arched into the younger's body, desperate for warmth, for friction, for something. "Damn. Fuck me. Shit, Yunho."
Chuckling to himself, Yunho reverted to Jaejoong's heaving chest, planting light and breathy kisses downwards, stopping to speak in between every other kiss. "What. Was that. Joongie? What. Do you want?"
Jaejoong struggled against the strength of the man pinning him to the bed, throwing his head from side to side. "Please. Please, fuck me, Yunho, please."
Yunho had now reached the base of Jaejoong's cock, placing cruel kisses that were, again, never close enough. "What, baby? I can't hear you. Say my name louder."
Jaejoong gasped desperately, reduced near to sobbing. "Yunho! Fuck me! Now!"
With a lick of his lips, Yunho released his grip on Jaejoong's right leg, tossing it over his own shoulder, while using his newly freed hand to finally, finally take his lover's appreciative cock between his fingers.
He gave it a few teasing strokes, effectively sending Jaejoong out of his mind before taking his own stiff length into his hands and positioning himself in front of Jaejoong's hole.
Quickly, he reached his hand under a pillow, dragging out the tube and frowned. "Jae, the lube's already squeezed dry. Damn, we just bought this thing yesterday..."
Behind Jaejoong's heavy-lidded eyes, a dark fire sparked and he parted his pouty lips seductively, "Fuck it. Baby, I was made for your cock. Just give it to me."
That was all it took for a grin to split across Yunho's face and a backwards toss of the empty bottle of lube before the younger took hold of his own hardened, dripping member and positioned the tip against the ringed muscle of Jaejoong's hole.
His eyes set firmly on Jaejoong's face to watch every beautiful move and every sinful expression his lover would make as he pummeled through him with all his strength until he could reach that sweet spot and wring out his orgasm.
He'd let the butterflies from that space tucked away in some deep, dark place behind Jaejoong's bellybutton take flight through his veins pumping ecstasy like a drug under his skin until there was nothing behind those dark, lustful eyes except pleasure and Yunho's naked, sweat-beaded body and--
"HYUNG!"
Jaejoong's lips curled into a naughty smile. "I love it when you call me hyung."
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed deeply. "Um, that wasn't me."
The other's eyes fluttered open wide and he locked utterly confused gazes with the younger. "Eh? Then what--?"
"HYUUUUUNG!"
A rapid beating sound from the door of their bedroom caught both their attentions. And suddenly both their cocks felt more like wet noodles than hard, pulsing rods.
Yunho released Jaejoong completely and leaned back on his haunches. "What the--?"
The curse had barely left his mouth before another tirade of fists banged with the door.
"Jaejoong hyung! Are you in there? Are you alive? PLEASE tell me you're alive!"
Jaejoong let out a pissed huff and angrily sat himself up against the headboard, crossing his arms against his sweaty chest. "OF COURSE, I'm alive! What the fuck do you want, Changmin?!"
Suddenly the knocking at the door ceased and neither Jaejoong nor Yunho missed it when a tiny, pathetic whimper emitted from behind the door. They both exchanged looks that expressed emotions along the lines of What the hell?!
"Min?" Yunho called out tiredly, scratching his head. "Are you okay? What did you need?"
Another whimper and a bit of sniffling before Changmin's voice finally mumbled, "Ehwunbruffness."
Yunho and Jaejoong exchanged looks again and this time, Jaejoong tipped over helplessly and buried his head in the pillow.
"What?" Yunho called out again, his patience wearing thin. He was this close to fucking the daylights out of Jaejoong. Again. And again.
"I want breakfast!" Panic rose in Changmin's voice from the other side of the door and for no reason that the older men could see, the incessant knocking returned, rattling the door near off its hinges. "It's almost 10:30 and Jaejoong hasn't made breakfast yet. I'm starving! My stomach is going to eat itself from the inside out. EAT ITSELF! Please help me! Pleeeeeaaaaseee!"
"Alright!" Jaejoong snapped, throwing himself back on the mattress in defeat, arms spread out as he glared up at the ceiling. "I'll make you some fucking breakfast!"
The two barely had enough time to sigh in despair and watch the rest of their cocks deflate before the door suddenly burst open (It was UNLOCKED??) as a tall, lanky blur flurried into the room and pounced.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, hyung! I love you!" Changmin purred in delight, clinging to Jaejoong's thin waist and rubbing his cheek against Jaejoong's with a goofy grin on his face.
"Shit, Changmin, we're naked!" Yunho hastily threw a thin sheet over his own lap and only watched in jealousy horror as the youngest man cuddled Yunho's naked lover who seemed no happier about this predicament than Yunho was.
"Ack! Get off, Min! You're squishing my manhooooood!"
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Yunho turned the faucet off, giving his head one last shake and let the steamy hot water cascade from his hair.
He liked moments like this. With nothing more to do with the rest of his time than to take a nice, long hot shower and wash all the burdens of the day down the drain. It was more than refreshing. It was a taste of freedom.
Rubbing excess water out of his eyes, Yunho reached beyond the shower curtain for his towel hanging on the hook next to the shower. He pat his wet hand up and down the tiled wall fruitlessly, failing to catch hold of anything soft, warm and cottony.
Vigorously rubbing his eyes once more, he opened his eyes wide in shock.
The towel was gone.
But it had been there. It was there. Yunho never got in the shower without leaving his towel somewhere nearby. What was going on?
Maybe he left it on the sink. Yunho shook his head in irritation, yanking the opaque shower curtain open and stepping out, dripping onto the floor mat.
He looked up just as he'd run a hand through his soaking wet hair when his jaw dropped and his heart leapt up into his throat.
And then plummeted down to his crotch.
He was always forgetting to lock the bathroom door. (And sometimes the bedroom door in the most crucial moments.) There had been many a time when he'd just opened the shower curtain just as Changmin or one of the others (but mainly Changmin for some God forsaken reason) had walked in unknowingly, taken a long, stunned gander at Yunho's wet goods and promptly run away.
But this time was different.
Delightfully different.
Jaejoong lazily stood leaning with his lower back against the sink wearing nothing but a wifebeater and a pair of sweatpants that Yunho suspected had absolutely nothing underneath.
Yunho froze with only one foot out of the shower and gulped when an anticipating tremor made it's way through his exposed, thickening member.
Now he knew where his towel had disappeared to.
Jaejoong eyed Yunho seductively, holding the edge of the towel between his teeth while his hand had long disappeared inside the waistband of his sweatpants. Yunho watched with shallow breath as his eyes followed the other's hand while it rubbed up and down, slowly, torturously through the thin fabric of his pants.
"Looking for this?" Jaejoong let the towel from from his mouth and slide down his abdomen to the floor as he spoke, canting his head up slightly as he gave himself a particularly strong stroke.
Yunho's throat had gone dry a long time ago but he had just enough wits about him to pull his other leg out of the shower since standing dumbstruck on one foot halfway out of a shower was a bit uncomfortable. He suddenly realized he had nothing to do with his hands. He suddenly knew what he wanted to do with them.
His lust growing and billowing throughout his body, Yunho took a few slow steps forward, water flowing down his chest and muscled back and down, down his long, built legs.
Yunho wanted him. He wanted him. But if he took too fast a step in Jaejoong's direction, who knew what kind of damage he would do to the other man. But he had a good feeling that neither of them would mind too much.
Jaejoong cast a sly, sidelong smile up at the younger man as Yunho had brought himself a mere foot away from him. "I'm thirsty," Jaejoong commented offhandedly, eyes shamelessly traveling up and down and up and then back down Yunho's naked, wet body.
The eldest poked his tongue out the corner of his mouth and slowly swiped his lips to glistening perfection, suppressing an amused giggle when he watched Yunho's Adam's apple bob furiously.
"You don't need this towel," Jaejoong's voice dropped a few octaves as he turned to face Yunho, kicking the towel away, his hand still rubbing his own bulging crotch. "I'll take care of it for you."
In one step, Jaejoong filled the distance between them, placing both his hands lightly on Yunho's bare hips and pressing the younger man's soaking wet chest with his own barely clothed one flush together.
Jaejoong reveled in the groan that vibrated from Yunho's chest and reverberated through his own body. He parted his pouty lips and latched them to the vein in Yunho's neck, sucking all traces of excess water off and swallowing it down his own throat.
It was like a refreshing sip of flavored water. Although Jaejoong was sure Vitamin Water would never have this special flavor--a mixture of oranges and honey with just a touch of lust.
Just as Yunho's hands grabbed hold of Jaejoong's waist, reaching around and downward to take a nice, healthy squeeze of his ass, the older man mewled into Yunho's neck, his lips traveling upward until he could wrap his tongue around the dripping flesh of Yunho's earlobe.
Panting, Yunho tilted his head upward slightly while pulling Jaejoong's lower half against his own crotch, grinding faster and harder against the soft cotton of the other man's sweatpants.
He swore sharply when Jaejoong pressed his thigh upward between Yunho's legs and rubbed in rhythm to their needy grinding. He left a trail of kisses across Yunho's jawline, lapping up beads of water with the tip of his tongue as he went until he reached his lover's slightly parted mouth and swallowed a deep moan.
Jaejoong's fingernails dug into Yunho's back and he groaned into the kiss, their thirsty tongues swirling together in a tangle, fighting for a lasting taste of the other's sinful mouth.
It was Jaejoong who won after throwing the other off guard when rolled his hips and pressed his thigh up higher between Yunho's legs, earning a throaty moan out of the younger.
He took full advantage of Yunho's mouth, sucking on his tongue and lapping up every flavor he could reach from the other's mouth. Yunho tasted of the moon, hot steam and a hint of sugar.
"Sweet," Jaejoong's voice was raspy as he traveled down Yunho's chin, down his throat and to his chest, taking the other's wet nipple into his hot mouth. He twirled his tongue around one as his hand tweaked the other, making a noise of delight when Yunho hissed his name huskily.
Jaejoong swatted Yunho's hands away from his ass, giving him room to kiss a trail down the other's chest, rolling all traces of shower water into his mouth until he sank to his knees and swirled his tongue through the coarse hair below Yunho's bellybutton.
Yunho let out a muffled grunt. Jaejoong put his hands on his hips and pushed him back into he opposite wall and holding him there while he ran his tongue up and down Yunho's inner thigh.
"Jaejoong," Yunho panted, threading his fingers through his lover's hair. "Please..."
Keeping his wide, dark eyes trained on Yunho's heavy-lidded ones, Jaejoong curled his lips into an impish smile. "Don't beg, baby. I'm the one on my knees."
With that, Jaejoong took Yunho's already hard cock into his hands and lightly pressed his plump lips to the tip with a loving peck. He pulled back allowing a short string of precum to disconnect from Yunho's cock and slap against Jaejoong's chin. Jaejoong quickly pressed his thumb into the string of precum and ran tongue against the pad, giving Yunho a full, erotic view.
Jaejoong returned back to Yunho's throbbing member, taking the base firmly into one hand while the other cupped his balls. Yunho's breath came out unevenly and hollow as Jaejoong pressed his lips back to the tip and slowly slid his tongue through the slit, parting the flesh delicately.
Satisfied with the hastened sound of Yunho's panting above him, Jaejoong took more of the tip into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around in circles and curling the tip of his tongue just around the rim.
"Shit!" Yunho bucked involuntarily, but Jaejoong pressed his hips firmly back against the cool, tiled wall.
Jaejoong latched his mouth around the entirety of Yunho's pearling tip, sucking hard and firmly stroked his hand up and down, from the base til his fist collided with his own lips, all the the while, Jaejoong peered up at Yunho with wide, lusty eyes, watching as all shades of pleasure took over his facial expression.
"J-Jae..." Yunho took a shaky breath, unsure if he should maintain eye contact with Jaejoong and risk coming right now hard and messy into the other's mouth or close his eyes and slip into rapture as Jaejoong sent tremors down, down to Yunho's core, stirring the orgasm that threatened to bloom.
Jaejoong hummed long and low as he dipped his head down lower while his fist moved up, meeting his parted lips in the middle and quickly retreating back to the ends of Yunho's stiff member.
Yunho dug his fingers into Jaejoong's scalp and bit his bottom lip, God forbid he taste a bit of blood pooling his mouth.
Jaejoong continued this motion, fast and firm, hollowing his cheeks in the force of sucking, letting his tongue work wonders on the vein under Yunho's cock. His other hand pressed his balls back, kneading the leathery skin with his fingers and taking the whole sack into his hand again, playing around with Yunho's juices until Jaejoong was sure Yunho would soon lose his mind.
Yunho squirmed under Jaejoong's touch. Bucking slightly into the other's mouth, unconsciously letting streams of nonsense flow from his parted, panting mouth. He tilted his head up to the ceiling, unsure of just how long he could take this maddening bliss, but fairly certain that he wouldn't last much longer.
Gradually, Jaejoong increased his pace with his eyes still holding his lover's face, sliding his lips from the tip to the middle of Yunho's cock where he met with his own fist which slid back down to the base in a slight twisting motion just as Jaejoong's lips returned back to the tip only to repeat the process over again with more intensity.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jaejoong!" Yunho could feel his orgasm nearing the surface. Strumming just below the threshold somewhere in his lower abdomen. His cock twitched in the wet, hot caverns of Jaejoong's mouth and his knees were beginning to buckle.
"F-fuuck, Jae. Almost..." Yunho's saliva was thick and he was almost sure he was drooling but he didn't care.
It was then that Jaejoong paused with his hand settling at the base. He smirked around the head of Yunho's cock. He relaxed his throat muscles. And he went deep.
He engulfed Yunho's arousal til his nose nestled in the coarse hair around the base. And Yunho knew he didn't have long now.
Yunho let out a strangled moan, throwing his head back hard against the wall almost painfully, tightening his grip in Jaejoong's hair. It was there. His orgasm slowly awakening, crawling around just beneath Yunho's sanity and he was beginning to see falling stars.
Jaejoong hollowed his cheeks again and traveled up, up, up...and slammed back down, deep-throating Yunho's entire length once more.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come." Yunho's voice rushed raspily, closing his eyes against the onslaught of what would be soon be his delicious climax.
Jaejoong's pink lips inched back up Yunho's length one more time. This time would surely be his last. Yunho's breath quivered and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Jaejoong's lips paused briefly right at the rim. He relaxed his throat muscles one last time. And...
"OMG! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Jaejoong stopped with Yunho's tip still held between his lips and quirked an eyebrow. Yunho's lusty inhale preparing for his impending climax, dissolved into a cough which he promptly choked on.
Their eyes met.
Jaejoong took Yunho's cock out of his mouth long enough for him to chime in unison with the other man, "What the hell?"
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!! HELP MEEEEEE!!!!"
Yunho's ears perked, his chest still heaving. "That sounds like Yoochun."
"HEEEEEEEEEELLLLPP!!!!"
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. "So? Bastard."
The younger man looked down at him with a mixture of guilt and worry in his eyes. "He could be in trouble."
"Bastard."
"Yeah, I know." Yunho solemnly agreed.
Jaejoong met Yunho's gaze with a flirtatious bat of his eyes. "I could still finish you off."
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"
Yunho groaned inwardly. "But he could seriously need our help. And I'm already..." Both of them looked down at the remainder of Yunho's arousal to find it steadily drooping towards the floor. Jaejoong's own tent in his sweatpants was also beginning to shrink.
With another roll of his eyes and a severe pout that Yunho just wanted to kiss off his face, Jaejoong stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine. Let's go see if the bastard's alright. So I can beat him to a fucking pulp."
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Yunho couldn't suppress a tiny smile as he followed his feral lover out of the bathroom and down the hallway to their roommate's bedroom.
The first thing out of Jaejoong's mouth was, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Yoochun sat at his desk hunched over his laptop. The windows were shut, the curtains closed leaving the glare from the laptop screen as the only eery glow in the room.
Slowly, so slowly, Yoochun turned around in his desk chair, shoulders tensed, until he was staring wide-eyed, almost emptily at the older two behind him. Jaejoong dropped his defiant hands from his hips and peered closer with growing concern. Yunho stepped forward, bending down til he was face to face with his paled, shell-shocked friend.
Yoochun's lips quivered as he spoke. Only sparse breaths of air escaped his cold, chapped lips.
Jaejoong's hands flew to his mouth in horror. Yunho reached forward and shook Yoochun slightly by the shoulder with one hand. "Yoochun? Yoochun! What's wrong? What happened?"
The other inhaled with a violent shudder, his eyes widening even more in pure fear. "It's......it's......"
"Yoochun..." Jaejoong's voice wavered now. He lunged forward and took Yoochun by both shoulders and shook him hysterically. Yunho grabbed him by the waist to prevent him from potentially hurting the other man. "Yoochun! It's what?! Are you okay? Tell me!"
Yoochun suddenly gasped harshly, his hollow eyes watching the others with complete lack of focus. "It's...it's................awesome."
Jaejoong stopped shaking Yoochun and Yunho stopped holding onto Jaejoong. Their jaws slacked in unison. "W-what?"
Yoochun's dark, empty eyes suddenly brightened with glee and he clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "It's awesome! I'm awesome! You guys wouldn't believe what I've done."
Jaejoong suddenly took a step back, his spine stiffened. "What are you talking about?"
"This!" Yoochun brandished his hands toward the screen of his laptop and the two eldest peered over either of his shoulders.
Yunho read aloud, "It was dark and the merry-go-round creaked with a vengeance. Mwahaha."
Jaejoong scrolled down and read, "I'd much rather kill you both and take Big Butt as my maiden sex slave."
Yoochun giggled and Jaejoong bit back the urge to strangle him until blood spurted from his eyes.
"WHAT the fuck is this, Yoochun?!" Jaejoong snapped.
Yoochun's eyes glittered. "It's my fanfic! I'm writing a horror story. It's so scary I even scared myself. See, it starts with Changmin and Junsu screwing around in deserted theme park after hours in the dark. And then, they go into a haunted house. But it's a REAL haunted house! And it's possessed with a spirit named Yoochun. And then you two show up as zombies who try to kill Changmin and Junsu but then you guys start making out and Changmin and Junsu escape. Man, it's awesome."
Yoochun continued to bask in his own glory while Jaejoong and Yunho took the time to stare open-mouthed at the screen and then at Yoochun and then at each other before one of them finally remembered how to form coherent sentences.
"Yoochun...we're not even famous." Yunho reasoned slowly while Jaejoong cracked his knuckles threateningly. "We don't have a fandom to write fan fiction about."
Yoochun spun around in his desk chair to fully face the other two with his arms crossed. He quirked an eyebrow and flashed a knowing smile. "That's what you think."
Yoochun turned back to finish writing his story while Yunho struggled with keeping his towel above his waistline while also keeping Jaejoong from pouncing on top of Yoochun and ripping his eyeballs out.
By the end of that day, they never finished that blowjob.
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"I'm so sorry but I love you da geojimal..."
Yunho bobbed his head to the heavy beat as he maneuvered his way through throngs of scantily clad and alcohol-induced club-goers.
It was always this packed on Saturday nights and on most days Yunho would much rather spend time at home in bed with his lover splayed out against the sheets as he licked chocolate sauce off Jaejoong's abdomen.
But every once in a while he liked to have the chance to show off what he had, to flaunt what he knew was precious and only he could hold in his own possessive clutches.
And Jaejoong never failed to be the hottest breathing thing in the club.
Yunho didn't bother to hide the smirk that worked its way through his lips as he elbowed his way through the crowd with two drinks in hand. All others could look, but never touch. Jaejoong was his. And only hi--
Yunho stopped short, almost dropping the glasses of Screaming Orgasm and Sex on the Beach in either hand as a couple bumped into him from behind.
Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin had long disappeared before they had even found a table and Yunho had just left Jaejoong alone at the table to grab them some cocktails.
Or at least he was alone.
Three other men, complete and total strangers, had made themselves quite comfortable, two in the booth across from Jaejoong and one sat right beside him, all grinning slimily and embodying an air of total douche baggery.
But what really made Yunho's blood stir, spit and hiss was the flirtatious flutter of Jaejoong's long eyelashes and the way his tongue darted out of his mouth to slowly swipe its way across the giddy smile painted across his damned beautiful face. And Yunho was holding their first drinks of the night in his hands, so there was absolutely no excuse for his behavior right now.
Yunho let out an animalistic growl under his breath and stormed his way across the room, shoving anyone who dare cross his path out of the way.
He stood fuming at the end of the table looking at no one other than Kim Jaejoong while the other three men gazed up at him, baffled.
Jaejoong had the nerve to cross his legs under the table, purposefully brushing the leg of the man sitting next to him and leaning provocatively into the stranger's scent, all the while looking Yunho right in the eye with an innocent smile on his face.
Yunho was shaking with fury by the time Jaejoong licked his lips once more and bat his eyes, purring, "Yes, Yunnie? What's the matter?"
Yunho snapped.
He slammed the glasses on the table, cracking one of them on impact. Yunho lunged forward over the unnamed man sitting on the edge, reaching out for Jaejoong, grabbing the older man's jaw between his fingers roughly enough to leave a bruise and crashing their lips together in a heated kiss.
The other three men looked on in silent shock as Jaejoong and Yunho battled with their tongues. Yunho shoved his tongue into Jaejoong's sinful mouth, taking what he wanted, what was rightfully his.
They parted wildly, panting hard and as soon as Jaejoong's lips were free, an unabashed, wanton moan blossomed loudly from his throat. Yunho attached his lips to the man's neck and licked a trail of saliva downward and stopped at Jaejoong's collarbone. He took the skin there between his teeth and bit down savagely, earning a ragged gasp from the other and rolled the skin in his mouth against his tongue.
Yunho broke away only to grab Jaejoong's arm and pull him forward, practically throwing him out of the seat, sending him over and on top of the man sitting between them, mouth agape.
But, dammit, of course, before Jaejoong could fully give in, he wiggled his ass in the man's lap with a sly grin. Yunho spat a vehement curse, giving Jaejoong another near violent tug and propelled him forward, dragging him behind him into the crowd toward the dance floor and away from the men who'd trespassed on his territory.
Once buried deep into the throbbing crowd, hidden by the darkness and flash of the strobe lights and immersed in the thrumming bass of the music blasting through the speakers, Yunho spun around suddenly, making Jaejoong collide face first into his chest.
Jaejoong was still grinning when Yunho wrapped one arm around his waist and tangled the other hand in the back of his lover's head. He pulled him impossibly closer, pressing their foreheads together.
"Fuck, Jaejoong," Yunho hissed grinding his hips into the other's in time with the beat and clawed at Jaejoong's lower back.
Jaejoong bit his bottom lip and tilted his head to the side innocently. "You seem pissed, baby."
Yunho rolled his eyes and crashed their lips together once more, nipping and biting at Jaejoong's lips until they were bruised and utterly his. "Why do you always do that?"
Jaejoong ran his hands up Yunho's chest in what little space was left between their bodies and wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck. "What do you mean?"
Yunho inadvertently made a fist with his hand clutching Jaejoong's lower back, balling up the fabric of the older man's shirt and yanking at it as if threatening to rip the offensive garment off. "Fuck with my head."
Jaejoong laughed into Yunho neck and rested his head on the taller man's shoulder. "I still don't know what you mean, Yunnie."
Yunho pulled Jaejoong's body even closer, rubbing their growing arousals together. "You do shit like that," He jerked his head in the direction they'd just come from. "And get me all hot and bothered."
Jaejoong snaked his torso against Yunho's in time with the thumping rhythm. "Mmm, I don't know."
"Fuck, Jaejoong."
Jaejoong's plump lips curled into a smile and he pressed his lips against the shell of Yunho's ear, making sure to blow plenty of hot air when he whispered loud enough to compete with the blasting music, "You're so hot when you're pissed."
A deep and guttural growl escaped Yunho's lips as he thrust particularly hard against the other man, letting one hand reach up underneath Jaejoong's shirt to grope around the smooth skin of his back, while his other hand traveled down to grab his ass.
Jaejoong moaned appreciatively, pressing his lips into Yunho's collarbone, bent on giving his lover a purpling mark to match the one Yunho had left on him back at the table.
They grinded their hips together in time with the music, forgetting the rest of club and focused only on the pleasure they could unwind out of the man in their arms.
"Don't do it anymore." Yunho fervently began unbuckling Jaejoong's belt with impatient fingers.
"Mmm, but then I wouldn't get to watch you come unhinged. It's absolutely divine."
Yunho groaned. "Damn, I love you."
"I love you, too." Jaejoong purred, tossing his head back allowing the other to trace a line of hungry kisses down his neck.
Yunho cupped his ass and moved his hand down Jaejoong's thigh, hooking his hand behind his knee and yanking his leg up to wrap around his own waist. Pleased at the increased access to their pleasure spots, Jaejoong bucked his hips into Yunho's touch and moaned as their tenting jeans rubbed against each other.
The younger ran a finger across Jaejoong's lips, seeking entrance into the other man's wet cavern. Almost automatically, Jaejoong parted his lips and took in his lover's finger, wrapping his tongue around the digit and sucking hard with a dark look in his hooded eyes.
Yunho gulped at the sight and slid his finger out of Jaejoong's mouth, watching as a string of saliva followed his digit on its way out. He stuck out his tongue and lapped up the moist string, breaking the connection and lowered his hand behind Jaejoong's back.
His hand soon disappeared into the back of Jaejoong's jeans and slipped into the waistband of his silk boxers. He teased his way between Jaejoong's butt cheeks, squeezing the older man's ass with his other hand.
Jaejoong mewled and rolled his hips against the other as soon as he felt the digit brush past his puckered entrance.
Yunho bit his lip, rubbing the pad of his finger in circles around the ring of muscles, his heart beating quicker every time he felt the other's muscle twitch involuntarily.
He then slipped his digit in up to the very tip and reveled in the erotic way Jaejoong suddenly jerked against his chest, arching his back in response.
"Yes, Yunho, yes." Jaejoong moaned breathlessly into Yunho's neck, clawing at the younger man's upper back.
The two rubbed against each other for a bit longer, allowing Jaejoong to adjust to Yunho's sudden entrance before he pushed in deeper.
A long string of moans cascaded from Jaejoong's mouth as Yunho buried his finger deeper inside him until he couldn't go any further. He hiccuped when Yunho began to move his finger in and out in time with the music.
At the very peak of the dance music pounding through the speakers was when Yunho changed his angle and brushed against that spot that made Jaejoong see stars.
Jaejoong's knees nearly buckled beneath the deep pleasure and his mouth slacked open, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The mass of gyrating bodies and flashing lights combing through the darkness more than likely hid them, anyway. But if it didn't, who fucking cared?
He clung to Yunho's neck, as the taller man plunged in deeper, attacking that bundle of nerves. Taking the digit out as Jaejoong bucked forward into Yunho's arousal and plunging in deep as Jaejoong's hips canted back with the beat.
They continue on for several songs until Jaejoong was nearly begging and covered with sweat. He had almost surely left ribbons upon ribbons of red, agitated marks on the skin of Yunho's back where his fingernails dug in and scraped.
"You want to go home, baby?" Yunho grunted hotly in Jaejoong's ear.
"No," Jaejoong whimpered and Yunho nearly stumbled over in shock.
Then Jaejoong smiled breathlessly, leaning in closer to Yunho's ear. "Yoochun's car is parked outside, right?"
Yunho's lips curled into a grin, eternally thankful that he'd managed to sneak the car keys away from his friend before he'd run off.
But Yunho had barely taken his hand out of Jaejoong's pants and turned around, hand in hand when both had nearly run smack into someone standing a little too close behind them.
"They're trying to kill me."
Both stared dumbfounded at the other man who had a look of hurried fear in his eyes.
"What are you talking about, Junsu?" Yunho asked tiredly.
"We're not in the mood for your games. Go play with Yoochun and Changmin by yourself." Jaejoong scowled deeply and grasped Yunho's hand tightly.
"Nooo! No!" Junsu raised his hands defensively. "I don't know where they are. I'm lucky I even found you guys. Come on, you gotta help me. Or at least, you know, hide me."
"What are you talking about?" Yunho rubbed the vein between his eyebrows.
"I pissed off some random thugs and now they want my blood." Junsu's eyes grew wider. "My sweet, innocent, nonviolent blood."
Yunho cast an apologetic look toward Jaejoong who only threw his hands up in the air and cursed to himself under his breath while adjusting his pants.
"Slow down, Junsu. What did you do?" Yunho struggled to keep the impatience out of his voice.
"I didn't do anything!" Junsu ran a hand through his hair, nervously casting a suspicious glance over his shoulder.
"Then why are you fucking talking to us?" Jaejoong snapped.
"Well..." The youngest rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "I think it was a bit of a misunderstanding..."
"Su, just tell us what you did." Yunho said.
"All I did was call one of them a 'skinny son of a bitch.' But I wasn't talking to that guy. I was talking to Eunhyuk who just happened to be standing right next to him. But he thought I was talking to him. And now that thug guy's whole crew is coming after me with bats and knives and a stapler gun and if they find me, they will kill me."
"Wait, how did they get all that crap into the club?" Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow.
Yunho scratched his head. "Why do they have a stapler gun?"
It was Junsu's turn to throw his hands up at the ceiling. "I don't know! You think I bothered to ask the bouncer at the entrance of the club? You think I had any say so in the weapons they were going to use to murder me with?! HELP ME!"
"Hey! There he is. Get him!"
Junsu blanched while Jaejoong and Yunho looked curiously over his shoulder at the group of about ten or twenty bulky men holding bats and knives and yes, a stapler gun, steadily making their way toward them.
Junsu tugged desperately on Yunho's shirt sleeve while Yunho looked pleadingly at Jaejoong who stood with his back to the other, arms crossed and a very, very unpleased look on his face.
When Junsu let out a high-pitched squeal as the thugs moved in closer, shoving nearby dancers out of the way, Jaejoong shook his head and sighed.
"Just forget it." He turned back to face the others and roughly grabbed Junsu's trembling hand. "When we get home tonight, I'll just jerk myself off. In my bed. Alone."
With that, Jaejoong bolted through the crowd, Junsu clinging to his hand, practically sobbing and Yunho trailing behind with a look of utter horror, calling after him.
"Joongie? Joongie! No! We'll get a hotel room next time. Jaejoong?!"
Junsu lived that night. Barely.
Yoochun and Changmin came home much later that night. Yoochun had someone else's make up smeared on his face and he couldn't remember why. Changmin had somehow acquired a drunken stalker who lurked outside their house in a bush all night until Junsu threw Jaejoong's vibrator at him. Once again, Jaejoong was not pleased.
And no, Jaejoong and Yunho did not get any alone time that entire night. They spent the rest of their time as Yoochun and Changmin's nurses while the two threw up til daybreak.
Yeah.
Everyone, meet the cockblockers.
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xD
Don't you love completely random inspiration?
By the way, the lines and (random) plotline from Yoochun's fanfic are taken from my own fanfic, Lamest. Date. Ever. xD It's a nice dose of mindless crack~
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