Nobody Knows: Chapter 4
Title: Nobody Knows
Pairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong, a.o.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Sexual content (involving minors for the first part!)
Length: 4/?
Beta'd by: Daramjwi
Summary: In a broken family two brothers cling onto each other for affection, but when their childlike need for attention result in less and less innocent experiments, things go downhill fast. Struggling with jealousy, forbidden attraction and the desperate need to be loved, Yunho and Jaejoong keep forgetting about one thing: What would happen if someone found out?
A/N: This chapter will be an introduction to Yunho's deranged lovely friends~ What they're doing is based on a story a friend once told me concerning the stuff he and his friends did when they felt 'too popular for school' during their high school period. At first I did not believe it, but apparently some boys really do this kind of stuff together xDD What can I say, it was too good not to use~
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The large television screen showed the bright yellow, orange and blue colors of Kangin's Goku-character smashing Yunho's inferior Vegeta one down to the floor. The speakers on either side of them roared 'k.o.' as the screen indicated likewise. Yunho threw his controller on the table. Playing video games with Kangin had never been a lot of fun; his friend practiced on the playstation he owned every day, making him a near expert in his own games. And if there was the slightest hint of Yunho standing a chance the much larger boy would flip out so bad that Yunho no longer dared to attack his character. They were in the same level in Taekwondo class, but Yunho was fairly sure Kangin could take him down in real life, easily.
"Want to play another round?" Kangin asked, his small eyes fixated on the screen as he restarted the game.
"No thanks," Yunho grunted. He glanced at Heechul, who had somehow managed to escape the burden once again. It was unfair how it was always him winding up with having to entertain Kangin. "Let's do something else."
"Ah, don't be a pussy," Kangin started loudly, the booming speakers trembling when the new match was announced. Without waiting for Yunho to get his controller the boy turned his character around and started to beat the other figure up rather impressively. Yunho couldn't really care less, and nudged Heechul's leg with his foot.
"Hyung," he addressed his friend. "Didn't you say you had something to show us?" He hoped Heechul still remembered, because so far this afternoon felt wasted. Jaejoong wasn't at home today, and with the whole house to himself he could have done many great things. Like showering with the door open.
Heechul glanced up, cast a short look at Kangin shouting insults at Yunho's defenseless character, and turned back to the manhwa he was reading. By the ragged state of the booklet it was quite obviously Kangin's. "I've decided that you're both too barbaric for this. Maybe another time."
With a pout Yunho sat back, but Kangin did not leave it at that. "Yah, we both know you've been dying to show us whatever it is for over a week, just show it already before I kamehame'ha your face down the floor."
Heechul looked up, his eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?!"
"If we're not going to watch anything do you mind if I go home?" Yunho asked, glancing at the clock and about to stand up when Kangin shoved him back down.
"You sit still while pretty boy shows us what he had in mind!"
"No need to shout at me," Yunho replied gruffly, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. At times like this he really wondered why Kangin was his friend in the first place.
While they bickered Heechul got up to his feet, roaming through his bag before fishing out an unlabeled DVD and positioning himself in front of the oversized television set. He took his year and a half extra in age very serious. "Silence!" He shouted, startling Yunho and Kangin out of their pointless argument. They looked up at their friend. "This jewel-" Heechul opened the box and put the DVD in the disc slide, "I found at my uncle's place last weekend."
"You stole your uncle's DVD?" Kangin sounded impressed.
"Not steal, borrowed," Heechul replied shortly. "But that's not the point. The point is that I'm going to open a new world to you inexperienced, pure souls."
Yunho doubted any of the people present in this room could be called pure; he had kissed already after all and Kangin... He didn't want to think too much about what Kangin did in his free time, but he doubted it came anywhere near ‘pure’. Somewhat skeptical he watched his girly looking friend turn on the DVD player, Kangin telling Heechul to 'hurry the fuck up already'. He was sure he would be grounded for a week if his mom heard him using words like that, but since Kangin's parents cursed at each other all the time; they weren't bothered with their son's occasional 'fuck’ usage.
"Would you shut it already," Heechul said when Kangin yawned that it was taking too long and threw a pillow at him. It ended up hitting the side of Yunho's head, but instead of throwing it back at Heechul, his eyes widened at the title.
"Ass and boobies part two?" he asked in a small voice. That sounded like something he wasn't allowed to watch. Beside him Kangin was practically diving towards the television set, eager to press his nose against the screen.
"Now, boys," Heechul said in a makeshift teacher voice, putting a pair of glasses on his nose that Yunho had seen Kangin’s mother wearing before. "I will now proceed with my beginner’s class on pornography. Let me introduce to you, the girl." He pointed at a round breasted western girl that looked into the camera with puckered lips. "And our hero." Yunho and Kangin followed the finger like obedient students. "I call him mister Big Cock."
No longer bothered with potential curse words Yunho could only stare with wide eyes. "Wow," he said, impressed.
"Yes, 'wow' indeed," Heechul replied dryly. It was clear this wasn't the first time he saw this movie. "After this brief introduction of the characters, we will now proceed to the plotline. If you have any questions please do ask, and I advise you to take notes, because a written test will be given at the end. So let's see, ah yes." He nodded at the screen wisely. "Mister Big Cock will now insert his rather huge existence into the ladies mouth."
Yunho's eyes grew even wider as he saw the whole of so-called mister Big Cock disappear inside the girl's mouth. Was that even possible?
"Question time. Kangin, what's this ca- Yah! Will you stop slobbering the screen?!"
Yunho was very happy Heechul was fully occupied with lecturing Kangin, because he felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden. The girl was completely over the top, moaning how much she wanted the guy, and to his biggest shame he felt himself growing hard. All he could do was pray his friends didn't see it.
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At the other side of town Jaejoong was preoccupying himself with something completely different. The lower edges and the left knee of his purposefully torn jeans were covered with mud from the spring rain covered forest grounds he had stumbled down upon earlier. Hyunjoong was laughing hysterically as Seunghyun hissed at him to be quiet.
"How far is it still?" Jaejoong asked out of breath, unused to running stooped for such a long period of time. He could feel his left side stinging.
"Almost there," Seunghyun whispered, glancing over his shoulder, on his guard. If the landowner caught them they were bound to be in a lot of trouble. Jaejoong could not quite remember why he had agreed on this in the first place. "Ah, over there!"
He looked up, through the thin canopy of the forest trees that appeared threatening in the dull, watery afternoon sun. There was a shed, or something he presumed had originally been a shed. Seunghyun was already running towards it, dodging vile looking barbed wire and sliding down the muddy grass hill. In the meantime Hyunjoong was choking on his hysterical laughter, all the tension being a bit too much for him.
"Let's go," Jaejoong said, carrying his for air gasping friend towards the fence. For a second he feared for Hyunjoong’s life when his friend tripped and threatened to fall straight into the spikes. But the other managed to recover in time, giggling like mad as he climbed through the barrier and slid down the hill in the same fashion Seunghyun had done. Jaejoong followed, dirtying the backside of his jeans in an attempt to get down in one piece.
When he got back up on his feet Hyunjoong had already made his way towards Seunghyun, helping him pry loose the heavy padlock that hung around the feeble looking shed. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jaejoong asked nervously, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one was going to ambush them. Seunghyun had promised him the farmer whom these grounds belonged to was ancient and barely able to walk let along guard his property, but Seunghyun had never been the most trust worthy person when it came to things like this.
"Nope," Suenghyun denied, not calming his nerves down at all. "But a little indulgence never hurt a man. Here, take this."
Jaejoong pulled a face when the rusty chains were handed to him, red marks staining his new jacket. "What will we do when someone comes?"
"Run." Seunghyun smirked, and bore a proud expression on his face as he opened the shed’s door. "Behold," he said, and stepped aside.
Nervous yet curious at the same time Jaejoong peeked inside the run-down building. His mouth fell open. The whole illegal part of this trip might not be to his liking, but what he his eyes caught sight of most definitely was.
"Oh... my god," Hyunjoong gasped from beside him. His laughter had finally died down as he walked towards the chrome and crimson Harley Davidson. There was a bicycle and several van originated parts beside it, but the sparkling clean motorcycle stood out the most.
"It was covered in dust when I found it," Seunghyun said, nearing the vehicle with a paternal pride as if it was his newborn child. For a moment they forgot it didn't even belong to them. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Jaejoong roamed his hands over the handlebars that shimmered in the pale light from outside, nodding in awe. This was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Can we try?" Hyunjoong asked, and Jaejoong widened his eyes before snapping up. Looking at someone else's motorcycle without permission was one thing, but taking it out for a ride…
"What? No," he hissed.
"Sure," Seunghyun said at the same time, laidback as always. "Its not like that old cracker is going to ride it anyway."
"Seunghyun, what if he finds out," Jaejoong still tried, but both his friends paid no attention to him, too occupied with the new toy in front of them. They circled it like bees dancing around nectar filled flowers, captivated.
"Who gets to try first?" Hyunjoong asked, he sounded eager but also scared. Ignoring Seunghyun's rather wild bragging concerning this bike over the past few weeks Jaejoong was pretty sure none of them knew how to ride a motorcycle. He had to admit though; the thought of him sitting on it was somewhat thrilling. Unsure but longingly he eyed the motorcycle.
"I'll go," he decided suddenly. If they were going to do this he would not just stand aside and watch. Both his friends looked up surprised.
"Really?" Seunghyun asked.
"I didn't know you could ride a motorcycle." Hyunjoong sounded somewhat bitter at losing his chance to go first.
"I don't," Jaejoong replied, already regretting he had so eagerly volunteered to go. The vehicle looked a lot bigger now that he stood close to it, and scarier, and terribly complicated. "There's only one way to learn though."
The three of them rolled the Harley outside, over the slippery grass to the middle of the field. Jaejoong's palms were clammy, and a pearl of sweat trickled past the woolly cap he had tightly fixed over his ears. He wiped it away, flung his right leg over the bike and climbed on top of it. The handlebars were further away than he had expected them to be and he had to lie down flat on his stomach to be able to reach it. Maybe Seunghyun, who was a lot taller than he was, should've gone first. But it was too late now.
"Okay," he said, "So what do I do now?" He thought he did fairly well at sounding confident, even though inside he could feel his impending doom crawling up on him.
"I think this is the accelerator, and this is the break," Seunghyun said, pointing at parts of the handles that could turn. “I think.”
"You think?" And all Jaejoong's confidence was gone, his voice sounding awkwardly high-pitched. He was going to die, for sure.
"Don't be a chicken, Jaejoong," Hyunjoong shouted from a safe distance. "Just get that baby started already. I want to go next!"
Jaejoong took a deep breath, shoved his hair underneath his cap before slowly turning the accelerator. The engine roared loudly, but apart from that nothing happened. Confused, he looked down, Seunghyun beside him equally so.
"Oh wait," his friend said, "You have to release the handbrake. Here, like thi-"
His friend’s final words evaporated into thin air when Jaejoong shot forward, the speed causing the front wheel to lift off the ground before he managed to take control of the handlebars again. Shrieking in panic he sped over the dirt road, the thought of releasing the accelerator or pulling the brake not crossing his mind. He sped up more, involuntarily. And a tree came in sight.
It was a miracle that the motorcycle missed the thick oak, and an even bigger miracle that Jaejoong remained in one piece when he fell off the motorcycle and crashed down on the ground. His entire left side was covered in dirt, his jeans even more torn than they originally were. He spat out the grass that had gotten stuck to his tongue, and turned to the vehicle that had gone silent as it lay sadly on the grass several meters away from him.
"Jaejoong!" He heard his friends shout. "Are you okay?" Seunghyun helped him up to his feet, and he didn't realize how badly he was shaking until his legs gave away and his friend had to catch him. "Did you get hurt anywhere?"
"I... don't think so," Jaejoong answered in a trembling voice; the adrenaline now really started to set in. His leg throbbed where it had hit the floor, his whole body shaking with the stress it had had to endure, but who cared; he wanted to go again.
"That was so cool man," Hyunjoong shouted, clasping his shoulder before rushing to the mud covered motorcycle to check out the damage. "I'm next!" He put the vehicle up right.
"Hurry up, I want to go again!" Jaejoong shouted after his friend, who rolled the Harley back to the center of the road, and grinned at Seunghyun before running after him.
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That night Yunho had more trouble than usual to fall asleep. The neon green numerals on his alarm clock indicated it was past twelve, but he was nowhere near tired. The main reason was probably that Jaejoong wasn't home, which he had been prepared for; his older brother was staying over at his friend's place tonight and would not come home before tomorrow morning. His mother was, but that didn't give him the same comfort. The second reason was something else.
He shifted underneath his thick covers, and kicked them aside. The cool, evening breeze brushed over his bare ankles, but it gave him no relief. Inside his pants his penis was pulsing painfully again-it had done so several times since this afternoon at Kangin's place. The movie hadn't even been that good. But still.
He turned to his side and pressed his nose inside the pillow he'd earlier stolen from his brother's bed. It still smelled like him, a vague mixture of ‘cool ocean’ shampoo, sweat, and peppermint. The throb seemed to worsen and he turned to his other side, clenching his blanket before opening his eyes and sighing deeply. He turned back to the pillow. The innocent looking pillow, and pressed it against his chest.
The first time hadn't done him wrong either...
Slowly, afraid to get caught, he crawled out of his bed, sneaked towards the door and locked it. If his mother found out he had locked his door at night she would scold him, but that was always better than having her walking in on him. When he got back in bed he pulled the covers up to his chest, and lay on his side. He took hold of the pillow with one hand, darted the other over his flat stomach and slipped it inside his pants.
His arousal felt a little intimidating, but when he wrapped his hand around it he no longer cared. Instead he focused on his thoughts, picturing the girl parting her legs for the nameless guy. She moaned how much she wanted him, and Yunho moaned in reply, smothering it in the pillow. Jaejoong's smell was awfully penetrating, and keeping his mind focused on the mental image of the girl became difficult. As his hands slipped over his slickened shaft the girl's voluptuous body changed into Jaejoong's boyish, lean one. He imagined the other's dark eyes and flushed cheeks-the way he looked right after deeply kissing him. Pressing the pillow against his mouth and Yunho smothered. His gasps his hand sped up.
He tried to imagine what Jaejoong would look like as that man, hovering over the girl, but it did not quite fit. The girl did not quite fit. The tension was building up inside him, but he could not get himself to rush it. Slowly he kept stroking, halting every time he came too close as he recalled their kiss again. Deeper and deeper, Jaejoong whimpering against his lips for more, like she had done, only lower, more husked, more out of breath. He frantically jerked, clenched the pillow and muffled a scream as he came.
Out of breath he fell on his side, his fingers sticky inside his boxers, and he looked up dazed. The pillow was nothing more but a pillow now, and the room had felt thick with silence. Except for his strained breathing there was not a sound. Guiltily he pulled his hand back out of his pants, not daring to look at it as he wiped it clean with a tissue. He rested back down, glanced at his pillow, but even despite his increased tiredness Yunho felt no keener to sleep than before. Frustrated, he took the pillow and flung it to the other side of his room, pulled the sheets over his head and closed his eyes tightly, pretending none of this had happened.
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Pairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong, a.o.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Humor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, Sexual content (involving minors for the first part!)
Length: 4/?
Beta'd by: Daramjwi
Summary: In a broken family two brothers cling onto each other for affection, but when their childlike need for attention result in less and less innocent experiments, things go downhill fast. Struggling with jealousy, forbidden attraction and the desperate need to be loved, Yunho and Jaejoong keep forgetting about one thing: What would happen if someone found out?
A/N: This chapter will be an introduction to Yunho's deranged lovely friends~ What they're doing is based on a story a friend once told me concerning the stuff he and his friends did when they felt 'too popular for school' during their high school period. At first I did not believe it, but apparently some boys really do this kind of stuff together xDD What can I say, it was too good not to use~
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The large television screen showed the bright yellow, orange and blue colors of Kangin's Goku-character smashing Yunho's inferior Vegeta one down to the floor. The speakers on either side of them roared 'k.o.' as the screen indicated likewise. Yunho threw his controller on the table. Playing video games with Kangin had never been a lot of fun; his friend practiced on the playstation he owned every day, making him a near expert in his own games. And if there was the slightest hint of Yunho standing a chance the much larger boy would flip out so bad that Yunho no longer dared to attack his character. They were in the same level in Taekwondo class, but Yunho was fairly sure Kangin could take him down in real life, easily.
"Want to play another round?" Kangin asked, his small eyes fixated on the screen as he restarted the game.
"No thanks," Yunho grunted. He glanced at Heechul, who had somehow managed to escape the burden once again. It was unfair how it was always him winding up with having to entertain Kangin. "Let's do something else."
"Ah, don't be a pussy," Kangin started loudly, the booming speakers trembling when the new match was announced. Without waiting for Yunho to get his controller the boy turned his character around and started to beat the other figure up rather impressively. Yunho couldn't really care less, and nudged Heechul's leg with his foot.
"Hyung," he addressed his friend. "Didn't you say you had something to show us?" He hoped Heechul still remembered, because so far this afternoon felt wasted. Jaejoong wasn't at home today, and with the whole house to himself he could have done many great things. Like showering with the door open.
Heechul glanced up, cast a short look at Kangin shouting insults at Yunho's defenseless character, and turned back to the manhwa he was reading. By the ragged state of the booklet it was quite obviously Kangin's. "I've decided that you're both too barbaric for this. Maybe another time."
With a pout Yunho sat back, but Kangin did not leave it at that. "Yah, we both know you've been dying to show us whatever it is for over a week, just show it already before I kamehame'ha your face down the floor."
Heechul looked up, his eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?!"
"If we're not going to watch anything do you mind if I go home?" Yunho asked, glancing at the clock and about to stand up when Kangin shoved him back down.
"You sit still while pretty boy shows us what he had in mind!"
"No need to shout at me," Yunho replied gruffly, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. At times like this he really wondered why Kangin was his friend in the first place.
While they bickered Heechul got up to his feet, roaming through his bag before fishing out an unlabeled DVD and positioning himself in front of the oversized television set. He took his year and a half extra in age very serious. "Silence!" He shouted, startling Yunho and Kangin out of their pointless argument. They looked up at their friend. "This jewel-" Heechul opened the box and put the DVD in the disc slide, "I found at my uncle's place last weekend."
"You stole your uncle's DVD?" Kangin sounded impressed.
"Not steal, borrowed," Heechul replied shortly. "But that's not the point. The point is that I'm going to open a new world to you inexperienced, pure souls."
Yunho doubted any of the people present in this room could be called pure; he had kissed already after all and Kangin... He didn't want to think too much about what Kangin did in his free time, but he doubted it came anywhere near ‘pure’. Somewhat skeptical he watched his girly looking friend turn on the DVD player, Kangin telling Heechul to 'hurry the fuck up already'. He was sure he would be grounded for a week if his mom heard him using words like that, but since Kangin's parents cursed at each other all the time; they weren't bothered with their son's occasional 'fuck’ usage.
"Would you shut it already," Heechul said when Kangin yawned that it was taking too long and threw a pillow at him. It ended up hitting the side of Yunho's head, but instead of throwing it back at Heechul, his eyes widened at the title.
"Ass and boobies part two?" he asked in a small voice. That sounded like something he wasn't allowed to watch. Beside him Kangin was practically diving towards the television set, eager to press his nose against the screen.
"Now, boys," Heechul said in a makeshift teacher voice, putting a pair of glasses on his nose that Yunho had seen Kangin’s mother wearing before. "I will now proceed with my beginner’s class on pornography. Let me introduce to you, the girl." He pointed at a round breasted western girl that looked into the camera with puckered lips. "And our hero." Yunho and Kangin followed the finger like obedient students. "I call him mister Big Cock."
No longer bothered with potential curse words Yunho could only stare with wide eyes. "Wow," he said, impressed.
"Yes, 'wow' indeed," Heechul replied dryly. It was clear this wasn't the first time he saw this movie. "After this brief introduction of the characters, we will now proceed to the plotline. If you have any questions please do ask, and I advise you to take notes, because a written test will be given at the end. So let's see, ah yes." He nodded at the screen wisely. "Mister Big Cock will now insert his rather huge existence into the ladies mouth."
Yunho's eyes grew even wider as he saw the whole of so-called mister Big Cock disappear inside the girl's mouth. Was that even possible?
"Question time. Kangin, what's this ca- Yah! Will you stop slobbering the screen?!"
Yunho was very happy Heechul was fully occupied with lecturing Kangin, because he felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden. The girl was completely over the top, moaning how much she wanted the guy, and to his biggest shame he felt himself growing hard. All he could do was pray his friends didn't see it.
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At the other side of town Jaejoong was preoccupying himself with something completely different. The lower edges and the left knee of his purposefully torn jeans were covered with mud from the spring rain covered forest grounds he had stumbled down upon earlier. Hyunjoong was laughing hysterically as Seunghyun hissed at him to be quiet.
"How far is it still?" Jaejoong asked out of breath, unused to running stooped for such a long period of time. He could feel his left side stinging.
"Almost there," Seunghyun whispered, glancing over his shoulder, on his guard. If the landowner caught them they were bound to be in a lot of trouble. Jaejoong could not quite remember why he had agreed on this in the first place. "Ah, over there!"
He looked up, through the thin canopy of the forest trees that appeared threatening in the dull, watery afternoon sun. There was a shed, or something he presumed had originally been a shed. Seunghyun was already running towards it, dodging vile looking barbed wire and sliding down the muddy grass hill. In the meantime Hyunjoong was choking on his hysterical laughter, all the tension being a bit too much for him.
"Let's go," Jaejoong said, carrying his for air gasping friend towards the fence. For a second he feared for Hyunjoong’s life when his friend tripped and threatened to fall straight into the spikes. But the other managed to recover in time, giggling like mad as he climbed through the barrier and slid down the hill in the same fashion Seunghyun had done. Jaejoong followed, dirtying the backside of his jeans in an attempt to get down in one piece.
When he got back up on his feet Hyunjoong had already made his way towards Seunghyun, helping him pry loose the heavy padlock that hung around the feeble looking shed. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jaejoong asked nervously, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one was going to ambush them. Seunghyun had promised him the farmer whom these grounds belonged to was ancient and barely able to walk let along guard his property, but Seunghyun had never been the most trust worthy person when it came to things like this.
"Nope," Suenghyun denied, not calming his nerves down at all. "But a little indulgence never hurt a man. Here, take this."
Jaejoong pulled a face when the rusty chains were handed to him, red marks staining his new jacket. "What will we do when someone comes?"
"Run." Seunghyun smirked, and bore a proud expression on his face as he opened the shed’s door. "Behold," he said, and stepped aside.
Nervous yet curious at the same time Jaejoong peeked inside the run-down building. His mouth fell open. The whole illegal part of this trip might not be to his liking, but what he his eyes caught sight of most definitely was.
"Oh... my god," Hyunjoong gasped from beside him. His laughter had finally died down as he walked towards the chrome and crimson Harley Davidson. There was a bicycle and several van originated parts beside it, but the sparkling clean motorcycle stood out the most.
"It was covered in dust when I found it," Seunghyun said, nearing the vehicle with a paternal pride as if it was his newborn child. For a moment they forgot it didn't even belong to them. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Jaejoong roamed his hands over the handlebars that shimmered in the pale light from outside, nodding in awe. This was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Can we try?" Hyunjoong asked, and Jaejoong widened his eyes before snapping up. Looking at someone else's motorcycle without permission was one thing, but taking it out for a ride…
"What? No," he hissed.
"Sure," Seunghyun said at the same time, laidback as always. "Its not like that old cracker is going to ride it anyway."
"Seunghyun, what if he finds out," Jaejoong still tried, but both his friends paid no attention to him, too occupied with the new toy in front of them. They circled it like bees dancing around nectar filled flowers, captivated.
"Who gets to try first?" Hyunjoong asked, he sounded eager but also scared. Ignoring Seunghyun's rather wild bragging concerning this bike over the past few weeks Jaejoong was pretty sure none of them knew how to ride a motorcycle. He had to admit though; the thought of him sitting on it was somewhat thrilling. Unsure but longingly he eyed the motorcycle.
"I'll go," he decided suddenly. If they were going to do this he would not just stand aside and watch. Both his friends looked up surprised.
"Really?" Seunghyun asked.
"I didn't know you could ride a motorcycle." Hyunjoong sounded somewhat bitter at losing his chance to go first.
"I don't," Jaejoong replied, already regretting he had so eagerly volunteered to go. The vehicle looked a lot bigger now that he stood close to it, and scarier, and terribly complicated. "There's only one way to learn though."
The three of them rolled the Harley outside, over the slippery grass to the middle of the field. Jaejoong's palms were clammy, and a pearl of sweat trickled past the woolly cap he had tightly fixed over his ears. He wiped it away, flung his right leg over the bike and climbed on top of it. The handlebars were further away than he had expected them to be and he had to lie down flat on his stomach to be able to reach it. Maybe Seunghyun, who was a lot taller than he was, should've gone first. But it was too late now.
"Okay," he said, "So what do I do now?" He thought he did fairly well at sounding confident, even though inside he could feel his impending doom crawling up on him.
"I think this is the accelerator, and this is the break," Seunghyun said, pointing at parts of the handles that could turn. “I think.”
"You think?" And all Jaejoong's confidence was gone, his voice sounding awkwardly high-pitched. He was going to die, for sure.
"Don't be a chicken, Jaejoong," Hyunjoong shouted from a safe distance. "Just get that baby started already. I want to go next!"
Jaejoong took a deep breath, shoved his hair underneath his cap before slowly turning the accelerator. The engine roared loudly, but apart from that nothing happened. Confused, he looked down, Seunghyun beside him equally so.
"Oh wait," his friend said, "You have to release the handbrake. Here, like thi-"
His friend’s final words evaporated into thin air when Jaejoong shot forward, the speed causing the front wheel to lift off the ground before he managed to take control of the handlebars again. Shrieking in panic he sped over the dirt road, the thought of releasing the accelerator or pulling the brake not crossing his mind. He sped up more, involuntarily. And a tree came in sight.
It was a miracle that the motorcycle missed the thick oak, and an even bigger miracle that Jaejoong remained in one piece when he fell off the motorcycle and crashed down on the ground. His entire left side was covered in dirt, his jeans even more torn than they originally were. He spat out the grass that had gotten stuck to his tongue, and turned to the vehicle that had gone silent as it lay sadly on the grass several meters away from him.
"Jaejoong!" He heard his friends shout. "Are you okay?" Seunghyun helped him up to his feet, and he didn't realize how badly he was shaking until his legs gave away and his friend had to catch him. "Did you get hurt anywhere?"
"I... don't think so," Jaejoong answered in a trembling voice; the adrenaline now really started to set in. His leg throbbed where it had hit the floor, his whole body shaking with the stress it had had to endure, but who cared; he wanted to go again.
"That was so cool man," Hyunjoong shouted, clasping his shoulder before rushing to the mud covered motorcycle to check out the damage. "I'm next!" He put the vehicle up right.
"Hurry up, I want to go again!" Jaejoong shouted after his friend, who rolled the Harley back to the center of the road, and grinned at Seunghyun before running after him.
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That night Yunho had more trouble than usual to fall asleep. The neon green numerals on his alarm clock indicated it was past twelve, but he was nowhere near tired. The main reason was probably that Jaejoong wasn't home, which he had been prepared for; his older brother was staying over at his friend's place tonight and would not come home before tomorrow morning. His mother was, but that didn't give him the same comfort. The second reason was something else.
He shifted underneath his thick covers, and kicked them aside. The cool, evening breeze brushed over his bare ankles, but it gave him no relief. Inside his pants his penis was pulsing painfully again-it had done so several times since this afternoon at Kangin's place. The movie hadn't even been that good. But still.
He turned to his side and pressed his nose inside the pillow he'd earlier stolen from his brother's bed. It still smelled like him, a vague mixture of ‘cool ocean’ shampoo, sweat, and peppermint. The throb seemed to worsen and he turned to his other side, clenching his blanket before opening his eyes and sighing deeply. He turned back to the pillow. The innocent looking pillow, and pressed it against his chest.
The first time hadn't done him wrong either...
Slowly, afraid to get caught, he crawled out of his bed, sneaked towards the door and locked it. If his mother found out he had locked his door at night she would scold him, but that was always better than having her walking in on him. When he got back in bed he pulled the covers up to his chest, and lay on his side. He took hold of the pillow with one hand, darted the other over his flat stomach and slipped it inside his pants.
His arousal felt a little intimidating, but when he wrapped his hand around it he no longer cared. Instead he focused on his thoughts, picturing the girl parting her legs for the nameless guy. She moaned how much she wanted him, and Yunho moaned in reply, smothering it in the pillow. Jaejoong's smell was awfully penetrating, and keeping his mind focused on the mental image of the girl became difficult. As his hands slipped over his slickened shaft the girl's voluptuous body changed into Jaejoong's boyish, lean one. He imagined the other's dark eyes and flushed cheeks-the way he looked right after deeply kissing him. Pressing the pillow against his mouth and Yunho smothered. His gasps his hand sped up.
He tried to imagine what Jaejoong would look like as that man, hovering over the girl, but it did not quite fit. The girl did not quite fit. The tension was building up inside him, but he could not get himself to rush it. Slowly he kept stroking, halting every time he came too close as he recalled their kiss again. Deeper and deeper, Jaejoong whimpering against his lips for more, like she had done, only lower, more husked, more out of breath. He frantically jerked, clenched the pillow and muffled a scream as he came.
Out of breath he fell on his side, his fingers sticky inside his boxers, and he looked up dazed. The pillow was nothing more but a pillow now, and the room had felt thick with silence. Except for his strained breathing there was not a sound. Guiltily he pulled his hand back out of his pants, not daring to look at it as he wiped it clean with a tissue. He rested back down, glanced at his pillow, but even despite his increased tiredness Yunho felt no keener to sleep than before. Frustrated, he took the pillow and flung it to the other side of his room, pulled the sheets over his head and closed his eyes tightly, pretending none of this had happened.
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