On the Other Side of You (4/?)
Title: On the Other Side of You, chapter 4
Summary: Yunho sets out to find his siren again.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I started getting really embarrassed writing this chapter, though I’m entirely unsure why - I’ve written a lot worse. ^^; No idea when the next capter will be up, as I've not written anything for it. I find the Jae side harder to write then the Youngwoong (more dialogue. ^^;) so it takes me longer to figure it out.
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Yunho had decided to go back to Sky. He’d thought about it (his Cognitive and Social Psychology lecture had, for once, been spent somewhat productively), and he’d figured he should at least start there. His plan was to stay there maybe 2 hours, and if there was no sign of Youngwoong, then he’d go on to one of the other clubs in the area. Zion, maybe, since it was just across the road.
He’d been ditched by Yoochun and Junsu, who had cited that they’d ‘love to come, really’, but that they were having dinner with Junsu’s parents. Yunho had given Yoochun a completely sympathetic look, but when Yoochun just smiled back casually, Yunho’s expression turned to one that clearly stated on no uncertain terms that his friend was utterly bonkers. Who’d actually want to go spend the night with his boyfriend’s parents? Yunho grimaced. Love made you incredibly strange, nonsensical and borderline suicidal.
Loosing his love sick companions wasn’t really that much of a big deal though, being that they’d just disappear for half the night to make out anyway, so Yunho’s plans didn’t exactly change much. Thinking it was best to try and stick with what had happened last time, he arrived at Sky at just past eleven.
He’d kind of half-hoped that things would just be easy - like, he’d walk into the club and Youngwoong just be standing sexily somewhere in plain sight, waiting for him. Of course, once he’d gotten in there, he was not greeted by a playful little sex kitten, but a throng of sweaty, somewhat desperate people. And unfortunately, the first person to approach him was not Youngwoong, but Bae Seulgi.
Seulgi was a very pretty girl who went to SM University too, studying media and communications. Someday she’d make a great news anchor or something. She’d latched onto Yunho in their first year, and Yunho found her fun enough to play with - he’d bedded her a number of times, satisfied that she seemed to understand his ‘no strings’ policy. It had become increasingly obvious though that she was defiantly after something more then he was willing to give, so now he didn’t play with her as much as he used to - even in his ‘desperate’ times. In fact, he hadn’t so much as spoken to her since the start of this term. Hence why she seemed so eager to latch onto him. Yunho didn’t really like the desperate fanatical gleam in her eye.
“Yunho~!” Was her coy greeting, his name drawn out to show her pleasure at seeing him. “Imagine seeing you here!” She went on, eyes darting around him. She was either looking for Yoochun, or a girl, he figured. “You’re here alone.” She exclaimed, not managing to hide her delight at the fact. Ah, how sadly predictable. He smiled at her absently, and began to peer through the crowds again. He really wasn’t interested.
“Hm. Actually, I’m looking for someone.” He told her, eyes still straining to catch sight of his pretty. He didn’t notice her completely put-out expression, and Seulgi was pissed. Never once had she seen Yunho ‘look’ for someone. People came to him. He didn’t like having to work for attention. That much had been painfully obvious right from the start, which is why she’d made herself so readily available whenever he seemed unoccupied, always hoping to ensnare him into something more then just a one night event. Unfortunately, it hadn’t happened yet, but she wasn’t about to give up. Yunho was quite the catch, and, of course, it helped that he was unbelievably good in bed. Trying to rearrange her face into a more pleasant, welcoming expression, she patted his arm, and tried to wind her own around his.
“Oh, well, why don’t we dance, or have a drink while you’re waiting for them to come?” She suggested, making small tugging motions towards the dance floor. Yunho let him be moved a few steps before realizing what she was doing. He stopped, and looked down at her irritably.
“No. That’s okay. You go dance. I’ll see you later, Seulgi.” He said firmly, leaving very little room for her to twist him into spending time with her. He shook her off his arm and headed towards the other side of the club - partly to get away from the leech, and partly to see if he could find Youngwoong - whom he still could not spot at all.
Behind him, Seulgi folded her arms and grit her teeth in frustration. What the hell was up with Yunho? Yunho was never so blatantly distracted and dismissive. Even when he came to a club ‘with’ some girl, he always flirted with everyone. That’s just how he was. He didn’t just… ignore girls. What was going on?!
Even as she watched him weave through the people, he had to brush off a number of girls that approached him, their painted red lips pouting deeply as he didn’t even offer them a second glance. He wasn’t looking for someone with makeup caked to their face, or with a skirt hiked up to show nearly everything. No, he thought, frustrated, as he turned back to look into the dancing crowd again, what he was looking for apparently wasn’t there.
“Looking for someone?”
The voice was low and dusky and sexy and Yunho couldn’t turn around fast enough. He did end up managing it though, and there, standing before him, leaning against the low railing with one hip cocked out in a way that Yunho couldn’t interpret as anything other than inviting, was Youngwoong. It was like someone had cut a string inside Yunho that had been winding tighter and tighter since the last time he’d seen the raven-haired boy, letting him flop in relief at finally finding him.
“You’re here.” He breathed out, almost reverent. Youngwoong’s lips curled into an amused grin.
“That I am.” He replied, drolly, as Yunho just stared at him in awe for a few moments before mentally checking himself. What the hell was he doing? There Youngwoong was, just as sexy and enticing as before, and he was standing there like an idiot. Yunho near lunged at him, hands coming to rest on the boy’s hips, one going immediately downwards to stroke over his thigh, as if to reaffirm that the boy was solid and real. Youngwoong came easily, letting his body be pulled forward against the other’s, keeping his head tilted so that he could watch the expression on the taller’s face. Yunho inhaled the delicious scent of vanilla and coffee, and moved to take those damnable lips with his own.
Except… instead of being able to feast on Youngwoong’s mouth, his face was pushed back by a firm hand over his mouth and jaw. The contact still sent tingles down his spine, but it was a far cry from what he’d been expecting - wanting. He turned his eyes to Youngwoong’s, bewildered and a little incredulous that the boy would stop him after what they’d already shared.
Youngwoong was smirking at him, as if Yunho was an overeager puppy jumping for a treat he wanted too much.
“Whoa, down boy.” Youngwoong said with a laugh. Yunho didn’t really see what was funny at all about it. “What’s your rush? Can’t a boy even get a drink first?” He said, almost tauntingly. Yunho growled, unimpressed, and tried again to kiss him. Youngwoong turned his head however, and Yunho’s lips were only able to capture the line of his jaw, rather then his lips. Undeterred, Yunho sucked on the skin for long moments, tasting the boy. It wasn’t satisfying him however and he broke off, narrowing his eyes at Youngwoong, who only returned the hard gaze with an expectant raised eyebrow.
Yunho gave first, huffing to show his annoyance at this (unnecessary) delay, and Youngwoong smiled sweetly back at him.
“Amaretto sour.” Was all he said, leaning back up against the railing as Yunho slowly and reluctantly released his grip on his body. Rolling his eyes, Yunho nodded, and turned towards the bar, taking a deep breath to fortify himself before he began fighting with the crowd. He swore under his breath. This was totally ridiculous! Made to fetch drinks like a damn waiter. But never the less, Yunho found himself at the bar, ordering an amaretto sour and a manhattan after fairly demanding service from one of the swamped barmen.
On his way back, trying not to spill the damn things, he suddenly had the thought that maybe Youngwoong had just used the drinks as an excuse to get away, that he hadn’t actually wanted to kiss Yunho at all. Frowning, and with an unknown tight feeling in his chest, he moved faster and more forcefully, pushing his way through groups of people.
After a few moments, he let out a sigh of relief. He could see Youngwoong’s form, still leaning on the railing where Yunho had left him and looking out on the dancers. His leg was tapping slightly with the beat, and his relaxed form was a sight to behold. Yunho obviously was not the only one who thought so, as he could see a girl approach Youngwoong, all short skirt and plunging neckline. Yunho growled under his breath again, ready to rip the girl off what he undoubtedly saw as his. But, even as he watched, Youngwoong smoothly dismissed the girl with little more then a bored glance. The girl stalked off, pouting, and Yunho smugly passed her as he approached the captivating boy.
Youngwoong turned at a light touch to his shoulder, producing a satisfied smile at the glass he was offered. He took it, holding it gracefully as he took a sip. Yunho just watched him, his own drink of little consequence to him. There were other things he thirsted for.
Youngwoong made a little humming noise, savoring his drink as he watched Yunho from the corner of his eye amusedly. He took another sip, barely managing to swallow it before the last of Yunho’s patience flew out the window. Yunho almost threw down his own drink onto one of the little spaces on the pillar next to him, once more reaching forward to drag Youngwoong forward against him. For his part, Youngwoong’s arm went flying out to the side, trying to keep his drink from being crushed between them. A second later, Yunho crushed his lips to Youngwoong’s, and this time, the boy did not stop him.
Yunho’s tongue quested forth, pushing at the soft lips to open them. Youngwoong obliged, letting Yunho in to desperately attack his mouth, kissing him fiercely as though his life depended on it. And Yunho thought maybe it did… this felt, tasted, too damn good to be normal. Youngwoong tasted of amaretto, and he could smell the alcohol and bitters, yet Yunho’s senses still filled with something… something distinctly Youngwoong, which he’d already assigned to the boy from their last meeting. And whatever it was, Yunho hungered for it, in a way he’d never in his life done before.
Youngwoong was not passive in the kiss however, and after the initial shock of contact, he’d wrapped his arms carefully around Yunho’s neck, his free hand cradling the other’s head while the other still juggled his glass. He pushed his body forward, bringing them into closer contact, even as Yunho made a grab for his ass and ground their groins together.
Yunho drank the boy in, finding him far more appealing and tasty then any sort of drink they served at the bar. The taste, the smell, the feel of his body - it all served to fan the coiling heat of desire in Yunho, building up the flames into an inferno that he took out on Youngwoong with a vengeance. After what seemed like only seconds to Yunho, he felt Youngwoong start to pull away, and his attempts to resist it were thwarted quite firmly. Youngwoong managed to extract himself from the tight embrace at least partially, giving Yunho an amused look.
“Whoa… impatient tonight, aren’t we? Slow down tiger! Let me finish my drink at least.” Youngwoong scolded, turning his eyes from Yunho’s face to his half-full amaretto sour. He took another sip, slowly, and grinned into the glass as Yunho made a frustrated sound. Youngwoong was damn well teasing him, and Yunho knew it. He also knew Youngwoong was taking entirely too much pleasure from it.
“Mmm. What a good boy.” Youngwoong said, finally depositing his empty glass on the ground. He brought a hand to Yunho’s face, caressing his cheek and down his jaw, trailing off from the end of his chin. “Now that that’s out of the way… I’d like to try a different type of cocktail.” He purred, drawing Yunho forward. Yunho protested - another damn drink? But Youngwoong ignored him, leading him through the crowd. Yunho could do little but follow those swaying hips, wherever they may lead him. At first, it seemed that he might be leading them back to that door into the alley, and Yunho began to smile. It seemed however that Youngwoong had a slightly different plan, and he tugged Yunho into a dark corner, where the flashing random lights did not shine so much and where few people were about.
“Now, first you need… Vodka.” Youngwoong said, turning himself under Yunho’s arm and backing himself up against the wall. Yunho took the hint and came to cover the smaller boy with his own body, pushing him back into the hard, dark surface. They kissed again, wet and messy, before Youngwoong pulled away reluctantly, biting at Yunho’s jawline. “A dash of tequila..” He breathed, licking down Yunho’s neck and grinding their hard bodies together with a deliberate roll of his hips. His fingers danced over Yunho’s groin as his hips moved away slightly, and Yunho was left panting as the deft hands stroked the obvious bulge in his pants. “some banana liquor…” Yunho bit into the line of Youngwoong’s neck, trying to hold back a cry as his zip came down and a warm hand encircled him, his heated flesh throbbing almost painfully. One hand went up to support himself against the wall, resting from the elbow to fingertips beside Youngwoong’s head, while the other arm remained tight around Youngwoong’s waist.
Youngwoong was almost entirely covered by Yunho’s form, their chests crushed together, Yunho leaning on him and his arm to keep himself upright. Youngwoong smiled against Yunho’s ear, enjoying the panting moans that Yunho could not keep quiet, even pressed up against Youngwoong’s skin. Luckily, the throbbing beat and loud melodies reverberating around the club prevented anyone from hearing, just as their closely pressed bodies prevented anyone from seeing. Yunho throbbed under his fingertips, and Youngwoong alternated between feather light, teasing touches and a steady pulling motion, both of which seemed to be driving Yunho mad. Youngwoong took to nibbling on Yunho’s ear as he worked, raking his teeth over the lobe and then licking the outside edge of its shell. He could feel and hear Yunho’s breath getting shorter and sharper, and the whimpers that he was making, and smiled once more.
“And of course… most importantly…” He sped up his movements, using both hands now as he whispered huskily into Yunho’s ear, “there’s the cream.”
Yunho felt his brain imploding, Youngwoong’s hands and lips stealing any sort of sanity or control he might have had and leaving him gasping in a pool of unending pleasure. His body tightened, and he bit down on his cheek to stop the cry that would have escaped his lips as he released, muscles shuddering and spasming before relaxing limply, spent. He was left panting, leaning on Youngwoong to keep himself from falling to the ground as he fought for breath.
“Uhm. Perfect.” Youngwoong murmured, licking over his lips in a manner that was beyond vulgar. This was only added to as the sticky hand let go of Yunho, Youngwoong bringing the coated fingers to his lips. He made sure Yunho was watching as he opened his mouth, encasing one finger with his plump lips and then slowly sliding it out, letting his tongue flicker over the digit in the aftermath to fully clean it. The process was repeated on the next finger, Youngwoong’s half lidded eyes watching Yunho’s captivated face the whole time. He let out a little noise of appreciation and delight as he worked on the third finger, licking his lips once more before moving onto the pinky. Yunho couldn’t take his eyes off the other boy’s full pink pout, watching him lick up the evidence of Yunho’s pleasure with obvious relish. The last digit finally deemed ‘clean’, Youngwoong dropped his hand to his side, smiling like a sated cat at Yunho, who was still speechless.
Youngwoong’s eyes flickered around for a few seconds, and then nudged Yunho.
“Your turn.” He said, somewhat cryptically to Yunho’s still befuddled mind. He didn’t have any time to think of it either, as Youngwoong ducked down, under the cover of Yunho’s body on one side and the wall on the other, and took Yunho’s waning member into his mouth, lips quickly surrounding it for maybe five seconds max, pulling back just as quickly. Yunho let out a strangled noise at the sensory over stimulation, even as Youngwoong’s gentle fingers once more fixed him back inside his pants safely. Then, he was back up in front of Yunho. “There. All clean.” He murmured, grinning in that self-satisfied manner that made Yunho just want to eat him up. So he did, groaning at his inability to resist as he fell forward onto Youngwoong, pinning him for real against the wall with all his weight as he kissed the other boy hungrily.
Their limbs tangled awkwardly for a moment as they fought to find a way to rest them comfortably and still touch each other as much as they could. Finally settling into place, they concentrated on the heat and taste of each other’s mouths, and once more Yunho found himself drowning in this boy. Whom he still didn’t have a clue about beyond a name that no one seemed to recognise.
All he wanted to do right now was take the boy home and get him into his bed… and maybe chain him to the bedposts so he couldn’t disappear again, and they could spend as much time between the sheets as Yunho wanted. Youngwoong rolled his body against Yunho’s, cheekily biting down on Yunho’s lower lip as he did so. Wrenching himself back, Yunho gave him a warning look. Youngwoong seemed to take this as an invitation however, as he just gazed back, panting a little with his mouth slightly open and an utterly wicked expression on his face. He let his head drop back to rest against the dark wall, eyes still fixed on Yunho’s.
“What are you going to do? Have me here, against the wall?” He taunted. Yunho growled, staring back into those dancing eyes.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He shot back, and Youngwoong’s mouth curled upwards on one side slyly.
“Mmm… I might.” He purred, flicking at a slightly damp lock of Yunho’s hair. “But then, neither of us would be allowed back into this club, and then where would we be?” In bed, Yunho wanted to answer, which was, even given the thrill of it, much better then these damn tantalizing moments in corners.
“You’re a tease.” Yunho accused, frustrated. He felt like Youngwoong was doing this all on purpose… to bait him or something. Even more frustrating was the knowledge that even though he could see this, there was no way he was going to be able to bring himself to walk away from this, even if he wanted to.
“You think so?” Youngwoong asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. His tongue poked out, the tip curling onto his teeth in an expression of thought. “Hm. Teases,” he paused, running a finger down Yunho’s chest lightly. “- don’t follow through.” The sentence was finished the lightly, his tone teasing as his eyes flickered up to Yunho’s face and then back down to where he was still touching Yunho’s chest. Yunho growled again, grabbing at the hand, holding it a tight grip while staring down at Youngwoong intensely.
“Well, do you ever intend to follow through?” He rumbled. Youngwoong smirked again infuriatingly, looking up at Yunho through his lashes.
“Ever, Yunho? We only met to days ago, honey - don’t go pulling out the indefinites yet!” The boy reminded him with a barking laugh. “But!” He pulled his hand free and tapped Yunho on the nose. “You’re cute.” He said, and Yunho somehow felt like he was a soft toy being admired by a six year old. He was about to retort rudely to the remark, but Youngwoong's finger slid down to tap him on the lips to silence him, before his hand curled back around Yunho’s neck to pull him into another kiss.
Youngwoong kept it light and teasing, his tongue tickling along the inside of Yunho’s lips, and meanwhile Yunho found them moving. Their positions reversed, so that Yunho was up against the wall, Youngwoong leaning against him. Not a moment after Yunho relaxed against the wall, Youngwoong nipped lightly on his lower lip a few times before stepping away.
“Saturday, hmm?” He said, almost absently, leaning forward to plant one last chaste kiss on Yunho’s lips, and before Yunho could figure out what he was talking about or the implications, Youngwoong had stepped away completely and walked into the crowd, throwing him a knowing wink over his shoulder and an almost mocking wiggling of his fingers.
For an instant, Yunho thought about lunging after him, but then he thought on Youngwoong’s last words (a promise, he hoped), and thought that maybe he’d acted desperate enough for one evening. At least this time he had some sort of assurance that he’d be able to see Youngwoong again. Saturday. In Sky, presumably. What time was a mystery, but he knew even now he’d probably be in the door ridiculously early, ready and waiting. It was strange, actually, that Youngwoong had mentioned that… tonight was only their second meeting and yet Yunho had never been so obsessed in his whole life. Hell, he’d never even been this interested in anything his whole life. Second intentional meetings for Yunho were rare enough as it was - intentional seeking out and demands of more meetings (he was definitely not calling them ‘dates’ or any such nonsense) was just not something that Yunho did. He thought about this hard as he propped up the club wall, staring blankly at the ground.
Youngwoong… Youngwoong was just different. It was obvious he was doing something to Yunho… like driving him crazy. And Yunho thought that maybe he didn’t really care. That he was ready to go skipping down that path quite happily, as long as it led him back to Youngwoong.
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NB: Youngwoong’s er, ‘cocktail recipe’ is, unsurprisingly, for a drink called Handjob. XD
Cast pics
I like the idea of this, so yeah. Here are some pretty pics of the boys. Jae's is sadly not dorky enough because... well, I think his (supposedly) dorky glasses look is really hot so I can't use them. >_<;;;
Summary: Yunho sets out to find his siren again.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I started getting really embarrassed writing this chapter, though I’m entirely unsure why - I’ve written a lot worse. ^^; No idea when the next capter will be up, as I've not written anything for it. I find the Jae side harder to write then the Youngwoong (more dialogue. ^^;) so it takes me longer to figure it out.
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Yunho had decided to go back to Sky. He’d thought about it (his Cognitive and Social Psychology lecture had, for once, been spent somewhat productively), and he’d figured he should at least start there. His plan was to stay there maybe 2 hours, and if there was no sign of Youngwoong, then he’d go on to one of the other clubs in the area. Zion, maybe, since it was just across the road.
He’d been ditched by Yoochun and Junsu, who had cited that they’d ‘love to come, really’, but that they were having dinner with Junsu’s parents. Yunho had given Yoochun a completely sympathetic look, but when Yoochun just smiled back casually, Yunho’s expression turned to one that clearly stated on no uncertain terms that his friend was utterly bonkers. Who’d actually want to go spend the night with his boyfriend’s parents? Yunho grimaced. Love made you incredibly strange, nonsensical and borderline suicidal.
Loosing his love sick companions wasn’t really that much of a big deal though, being that they’d just disappear for half the night to make out anyway, so Yunho’s plans didn’t exactly change much. Thinking it was best to try and stick with what had happened last time, he arrived at Sky at just past eleven.
He’d kind of half-hoped that things would just be easy - like, he’d walk into the club and Youngwoong just be standing sexily somewhere in plain sight, waiting for him. Of course, once he’d gotten in there, he was not greeted by a playful little sex kitten, but a throng of sweaty, somewhat desperate people. And unfortunately, the first person to approach him was not Youngwoong, but Bae Seulgi.
Seulgi was a very pretty girl who went to SM University too, studying media and communications. Someday she’d make a great news anchor or something. She’d latched onto Yunho in their first year, and Yunho found her fun enough to play with - he’d bedded her a number of times, satisfied that she seemed to understand his ‘no strings’ policy. It had become increasingly obvious though that she was defiantly after something more then he was willing to give, so now he didn’t play with her as much as he used to - even in his ‘desperate’ times. In fact, he hadn’t so much as spoken to her since the start of this term. Hence why she seemed so eager to latch onto him. Yunho didn’t really like the desperate fanatical gleam in her eye.
“Yunho~!” Was her coy greeting, his name drawn out to show her pleasure at seeing him. “Imagine seeing you here!” She went on, eyes darting around him. She was either looking for Yoochun, or a girl, he figured. “You’re here alone.” She exclaimed, not managing to hide her delight at the fact. Ah, how sadly predictable. He smiled at her absently, and began to peer through the crowds again. He really wasn’t interested.
“Hm. Actually, I’m looking for someone.” He told her, eyes still straining to catch sight of his pretty. He didn’t notice her completely put-out expression, and Seulgi was pissed. Never once had she seen Yunho ‘look’ for someone. People came to him. He didn’t like having to work for attention. That much had been painfully obvious right from the start, which is why she’d made herself so readily available whenever he seemed unoccupied, always hoping to ensnare him into something more then just a one night event. Unfortunately, it hadn’t happened yet, but she wasn’t about to give up. Yunho was quite the catch, and, of course, it helped that he was unbelievably good in bed. Trying to rearrange her face into a more pleasant, welcoming expression, she patted his arm, and tried to wind her own around his.
“Oh, well, why don’t we dance, or have a drink while you’re waiting for them to come?” She suggested, making small tugging motions towards the dance floor. Yunho let him be moved a few steps before realizing what she was doing. He stopped, and looked down at her irritably.
“No. That’s okay. You go dance. I’ll see you later, Seulgi.” He said firmly, leaving very little room for her to twist him into spending time with her. He shook her off his arm and headed towards the other side of the club - partly to get away from the leech, and partly to see if he could find Youngwoong - whom he still could not spot at all.
Behind him, Seulgi folded her arms and grit her teeth in frustration. What the hell was up with Yunho? Yunho was never so blatantly distracted and dismissive. Even when he came to a club ‘with’ some girl, he always flirted with everyone. That’s just how he was. He didn’t just… ignore girls. What was going on?!
Even as she watched him weave through the people, he had to brush off a number of girls that approached him, their painted red lips pouting deeply as he didn’t even offer them a second glance. He wasn’t looking for someone with makeup caked to their face, or with a skirt hiked up to show nearly everything. No, he thought, frustrated, as he turned back to look into the dancing crowd again, what he was looking for apparently wasn’t there.
“Looking for someone?”
The voice was low and dusky and sexy and Yunho couldn’t turn around fast enough. He did end up managing it though, and there, standing before him, leaning against the low railing with one hip cocked out in a way that Yunho couldn’t interpret as anything other than inviting, was Youngwoong. It was like someone had cut a string inside Yunho that had been winding tighter and tighter since the last time he’d seen the raven-haired boy, letting him flop in relief at finally finding him.
“You’re here.” He breathed out, almost reverent. Youngwoong’s lips curled into an amused grin.
“That I am.” He replied, drolly, as Yunho just stared at him in awe for a few moments before mentally checking himself. What the hell was he doing? There Youngwoong was, just as sexy and enticing as before, and he was standing there like an idiot. Yunho near lunged at him, hands coming to rest on the boy’s hips, one going immediately downwards to stroke over his thigh, as if to reaffirm that the boy was solid and real. Youngwoong came easily, letting his body be pulled forward against the other’s, keeping his head tilted so that he could watch the expression on the taller’s face. Yunho inhaled the delicious scent of vanilla and coffee, and moved to take those damnable lips with his own.
Except… instead of being able to feast on Youngwoong’s mouth, his face was pushed back by a firm hand over his mouth and jaw. The contact still sent tingles down his spine, but it was a far cry from what he’d been expecting - wanting. He turned his eyes to Youngwoong’s, bewildered and a little incredulous that the boy would stop him after what they’d already shared.
Youngwoong was smirking at him, as if Yunho was an overeager puppy jumping for a treat he wanted too much.
“Whoa, down boy.” Youngwoong said with a laugh. Yunho didn’t really see what was funny at all about it. “What’s your rush? Can’t a boy even get a drink first?” He said, almost tauntingly. Yunho growled, unimpressed, and tried again to kiss him. Youngwoong turned his head however, and Yunho’s lips were only able to capture the line of his jaw, rather then his lips. Undeterred, Yunho sucked on the skin for long moments, tasting the boy. It wasn’t satisfying him however and he broke off, narrowing his eyes at Youngwoong, who only returned the hard gaze with an expectant raised eyebrow.
Yunho gave first, huffing to show his annoyance at this (unnecessary) delay, and Youngwoong smiled sweetly back at him.
“Amaretto sour.” Was all he said, leaning back up against the railing as Yunho slowly and reluctantly released his grip on his body. Rolling his eyes, Yunho nodded, and turned towards the bar, taking a deep breath to fortify himself before he began fighting with the crowd. He swore under his breath. This was totally ridiculous! Made to fetch drinks like a damn waiter. But never the less, Yunho found himself at the bar, ordering an amaretto sour and a manhattan after fairly demanding service from one of the swamped barmen.
On his way back, trying not to spill the damn things, he suddenly had the thought that maybe Youngwoong had just used the drinks as an excuse to get away, that he hadn’t actually wanted to kiss Yunho at all. Frowning, and with an unknown tight feeling in his chest, he moved faster and more forcefully, pushing his way through groups of people.
After a few moments, he let out a sigh of relief. He could see Youngwoong’s form, still leaning on the railing where Yunho had left him and looking out on the dancers. His leg was tapping slightly with the beat, and his relaxed form was a sight to behold. Yunho obviously was not the only one who thought so, as he could see a girl approach Youngwoong, all short skirt and plunging neckline. Yunho growled under his breath again, ready to rip the girl off what he undoubtedly saw as his. But, even as he watched, Youngwoong smoothly dismissed the girl with little more then a bored glance. The girl stalked off, pouting, and Yunho smugly passed her as he approached the captivating boy.
Youngwoong turned at a light touch to his shoulder, producing a satisfied smile at the glass he was offered. He took it, holding it gracefully as he took a sip. Yunho just watched him, his own drink of little consequence to him. There were other things he thirsted for.
Youngwoong made a little humming noise, savoring his drink as he watched Yunho from the corner of his eye amusedly. He took another sip, barely managing to swallow it before the last of Yunho’s patience flew out the window. Yunho almost threw down his own drink onto one of the little spaces on the pillar next to him, once more reaching forward to drag Youngwoong forward against him. For his part, Youngwoong’s arm went flying out to the side, trying to keep his drink from being crushed between them. A second later, Yunho crushed his lips to Youngwoong’s, and this time, the boy did not stop him.
Yunho’s tongue quested forth, pushing at the soft lips to open them. Youngwoong obliged, letting Yunho in to desperately attack his mouth, kissing him fiercely as though his life depended on it. And Yunho thought maybe it did… this felt, tasted, too damn good to be normal. Youngwoong tasted of amaretto, and he could smell the alcohol and bitters, yet Yunho’s senses still filled with something… something distinctly Youngwoong, which he’d already assigned to the boy from their last meeting. And whatever it was, Yunho hungered for it, in a way he’d never in his life done before.
Youngwoong was not passive in the kiss however, and after the initial shock of contact, he’d wrapped his arms carefully around Yunho’s neck, his free hand cradling the other’s head while the other still juggled his glass. He pushed his body forward, bringing them into closer contact, even as Yunho made a grab for his ass and ground their groins together.
Yunho drank the boy in, finding him far more appealing and tasty then any sort of drink they served at the bar. The taste, the smell, the feel of his body - it all served to fan the coiling heat of desire in Yunho, building up the flames into an inferno that he took out on Youngwoong with a vengeance. After what seemed like only seconds to Yunho, he felt Youngwoong start to pull away, and his attempts to resist it were thwarted quite firmly. Youngwoong managed to extract himself from the tight embrace at least partially, giving Yunho an amused look.
“Whoa… impatient tonight, aren’t we? Slow down tiger! Let me finish my drink at least.” Youngwoong scolded, turning his eyes from Yunho’s face to his half-full amaretto sour. He took another sip, slowly, and grinned into the glass as Yunho made a frustrated sound. Youngwoong was damn well teasing him, and Yunho knew it. He also knew Youngwoong was taking entirely too much pleasure from it.
“Mmm. What a good boy.” Youngwoong said, finally depositing his empty glass on the ground. He brought a hand to Yunho’s face, caressing his cheek and down his jaw, trailing off from the end of his chin. “Now that that’s out of the way… I’d like to try a different type of cocktail.” He purred, drawing Yunho forward. Yunho protested - another damn drink? But Youngwoong ignored him, leading him through the crowd. Yunho could do little but follow those swaying hips, wherever they may lead him. At first, it seemed that he might be leading them back to that door into the alley, and Yunho began to smile. It seemed however that Youngwoong had a slightly different plan, and he tugged Yunho into a dark corner, where the flashing random lights did not shine so much and where few people were about.
“Now, first you need… Vodka.” Youngwoong said, turning himself under Yunho’s arm and backing himself up against the wall. Yunho took the hint and came to cover the smaller boy with his own body, pushing him back into the hard, dark surface. They kissed again, wet and messy, before Youngwoong pulled away reluctantly, biting at Yunho’s jawline. “A dash of tequila..” He breathed, licking down Yunho’s neck and grinding their hard bodies together with a deliberate roll of his hips. His fingers danced over Yunho’s groin as his hips moved away slightly, and Yunho was left panting as the deft hands stroked the obvious bulge in his pants. “some banana liquor…” Yunho bit into the line of Youngwoong’s neck, trying to hold back a cry as his zip came down and a warm hand encircled him, his heated flesh throbbing almost painfully. One hand went up to support himself against the wall, resting from the elbow to fingertips beside Youngwoong’s head, while the other arm remained tight around Youngwoong’s waist.
Youngwoong was almost entirely covered by Yunho’s form, their chests crushed together, Yunho leaning on him and his arm to keep himself upright. Youngwoong smiled against Yunho’s ear, enjoying the panting moans that Yunho could not keep quiet, even pressed up against Youngwoong’s skin. Luckily, the throbbing beat and loud melodies reverberating around the club prevented anyone from hearing, just as their closely pressed bodies prevented anyone from seeing. Yunho throbbed under his fingertips, and Youngwoong alternated between feather light, teasing touches and a steady pulling motion, both of which seemed to be driving Yunho mad. Youngwoong took to nibbling on Yunho’s ear as he worked, raking his teeth over the lobe and then licking the outside edge of its shell. He could feel and hear Yunho’s breath getting shorter and sharper, and the whimpers that he was making, and smiled once more.
“And of course… most importantly…” He sped up his movements, using both hands now as he whispered huskily into Yunho’s ear, “there’s the cream.”
Yunho felt his brain imploding, Youngwoong’s hands and lips stealing any sort of sanity or control he might have had and leaving him gasping in a pool of unending pleasure. His body tightened, and he bit down on his cheek to stop the cry that would have escaped his lips as he released, muscles shuddering and spasming before relaxing limply, spent. He was left panting, leaning on Youngwoong to keep himself from falling to the ground as he fought for breath.
“Uhm. Perfect.” Youngwoong murmured, licking over his lips in a manner that was beyond vulgar. This was only added to as the sticky hand let go of Yunho, Youngwoong bringing the coated fingers to his lips. He made sure Yunho was watching as he opened his mouth, encasing one finger with his plump lips and then slowly sliding it out, letting his tongue flicker over the digit in the aftermath to fully clean it. The process was repeated on the next finger, Youngwoong’s half lidded eyes watching Yunho’s captivated face the whole time. He let out a little noise of appreciation and delight as he worked on the third finger, licking his lips once more before moving onto the pinky. Yunho couldn’t take his eyes off the other boy’s full pink pout, watching him lick up the evidence of Yunho’s pleasure with obvious relish. The last digit finally deemed ‘clean’, Youngwoong dropped his hand to his side, smiling like a sated cat at Yunho, who was still speechless.
Youngwoong’s eyes flickered around for a few seconds, and then nudged Yunho.
“Your turn.” He said, somewhat cryptically to Yunho’s still befuddled mind. He didn’t have any time to think of it either, as Youngwoong ducked down, under the cover of Yunho’s body on one side and the wall on the other, and took Yunho’s waning member into his mouth, lips quickly surrounding it for maybe five seconds max, pulling back just as quickly. Yunho let out a strangled noise at the sensory over stimulation, even as Youngwoong’s gentle fingers once more fixed him back inside his pants safely. Then, he was back up in front of Yunho. “There. All clean.” He murmured, grinning in that self-satisfied manner that made Yunho just want to eat him up. So he did, groaning at his inability to resist as he fell forward onto Youngwoong, pinning him for real against the wall with all his weight as he kissed the other boy hungrily.
Their limbs tangled awkwardly for a moment as they fought to find a way to rest them comfortably and still touch each other as much as they could. Finally settling into place, they concentrated on the heat and taste of each other’s mouths, and once more Yunho found himself drowning in this boy. Whom he still didn’t have a clue about beyond a name that no one seemed to recognise.
All he wanted to do right now was take the boy home and get him into his bed… and maybe chain him to the bedposts so he couldn’t disappear again, and they could spend as much time between the sheets as Yunho wanted. Youngwoong rolled his body against Yunho’s, cheekily biting down on Yunho’s lower lip as he did so. Wrenching himself back, Yunho gave him a warning look. Youngwoong seemed to take this as an invitation however, as he just gazed back, panting a little with his mouth slightly open and an utterly wicked expression on his face. He let his head drop back to rest against the dark wall, eyes still fixed on Yunho’s.
“What are you going to do? Have me here, against the wall?” He taunted. Yunho growled, staring back into those dancing eyes.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He shot back, and Youngwoong’s mouth curled upwards on one side slyly.
“Mmm… I might.” He purred, flicking at a slightly damp lock of Yunho’s hair. “But then, neither of us would be allowed back into this club, and then where would we be?” In bed, Yunho wanted to answer, which was, even given the thrill of it, much better then these damn tantalizing moments in corners.
“You’re a tease.” Yunho accused, frustrated. He felt like Youngwoong was doing this all on purpose… to bait him or something. Even more frustrating was the knowledge that even though he could see this, there was no way he was going to be able to bring himself to walk away from this, even if he wanted to.
“You think so?” Youngwoong asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. His tongue poked out, the tip curling onto his teeth in an expression of thought. “Hm. Teases,” he paused, running a finger down Yunho’s chest lightly. “- don’t follow through.” The sentence was finished the lightly, his tone teasing as his eyes flickered up to Yunho’s face and then back down to where he was still touching Yunho’s chest. Yunho growled again, grabbing at the hand, holding it a tight grip while staring down at Youngwoong intensely.
“Well, do you ever intend to follow through?” He rumbled. Youngwoong smirked again infuriatingly, looking up at Yunho through his lashes.
“Ever, Yunho? We only met to days ago, honey - don’t go pulling out the indefinites yet!” The boy reminded him with a barking laugh. “But!” He pulled his hand free and tapped Yunho on the nose. “You’re cute.” He said, and Yunho somehow felt like he was a soft toy being admired by a six year old. He was about to retort rudely to the remark, but Youngwoong's finger slid down to tap him on the lips to silence him, before his hand curled back around Yunho’s neck to pull him into another kiss.
Youngwoong kept it light and teasing, his tongue tickling along the inside of Yunho’s lips, and meanwhile Yunho found them moving. Their positions reversed, so that Yunho was up against the wall, Youngwoong leaning against him. Not a moment after Yunho relaxed against the wall, Youngwoong nipped lightly on his lower lip a few times before stepping away.
“Saturday, hmm?” He said, almost absently, leaning forward to plant one last chaste kiss on Yunho’s lips, and before Yunho could figure out what he was talking about or the implications, Youngwoong had stepped away completely and walked into the crowd, throwing him a knowing wink over his shoulder and an almost mocking wiggling of his fingers.
For an instant, Yunho thought about lunging after him, but then he thought on Youngwoong’s last words (a promise, he hoped), and thought that maybe he’d acted desperate enough for one evening. At least this time he had some sort of assurance that he’d be able to see Youngwoong again. Saturday. In Sky, presumably. What time was a mystery, but he knew even now he’d probably be in the door ridiculously early, ready and waiting. It was strange, actually, that Youngwoong had mentioned that… tonight was only their second meeting and yet Yunho had never been so obsessed in his whole life. Hell, he’d never even been this interested in anything his whole life. Second intentional meetings for Yunho were rare enough as it was - intentional seeking out and demands of more meetings (he was definitely not calling them ‘dates’ or any such nonsense) was just not something that Yunho did. He thought about this hard as he propped up the club wall, staring blankly at the ground.
Youngwoong… Youngwoong was just different. It was obvious he was doing something to Yunho… like driving him crazy. And Yunho thought that maybe he didn’t really care. That he was ready to go skipping down that path quite happily, as long as it led him back to Youngwoong.
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NB: Youngwoong’s er, ‘cocktail recipe’ is, unsurprisingly, for a drink called Handjob. XD
Cast pics
I like the idea of this, so yeah. Here are some pretty pics of the boys. Jae's is sadly not dorky enough because... well, I think his (supposedly) dorky glasses look is really hot so I can't use them. >_<;;;