stupid [battlefield]
stupid [battlefield]
yunho ♥ jaejoong
oneshot | RL | nc-17
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It started innocent enough, harmless name-calling and petty accusations that gradually escalated into a full-blown fight, lips pulled back from snarling teeth as two ferocious young men gnarled at each other, stout in their own stance, unwilling to budge from their supposedly rightful place. Jaejoong, known to have a mild personality, proved to everyone he had an unknown fierceness that when provoked, could burn with an intensity that would scorch anyone coming within reach. Yunho, on the other end, had chosen such inappropriate time to be stubborn, refusing to be coerced into surrendering and accepting his defeat for the sake of keeping the group in peace.
Yoochun sighed into his hands, head throbbing with lack of sleep and further lack of peace. Changmin lied unmoving on Junsu’s bed, shoving earphones into his ears yet still very much not spared from the calamity that was eating everyone alive. Junsu was pacing back and forth in front of the two, both hands on his waist, obviously the only one who was still willing to think of a solution that might work.
“We can’t let them do this, Chunnie, Min. Aish, one more moment of this stupidity and I’ll be going crazy for sure!”, Junsu exclaimed, hands thrown up in an exaggerated show of defeat. Yoochun slumped down on top of Changmin, chin propped on the curve of the youngest’s butt, peering up at Junsu.
“What should we do then? I’ve never seen Jaejoong-hyung this mad, neither have I seen Yunho being this hardheaded before…I tried talking to Jae-hyung, but he snapped at me and I think I got scarred for life.”, Yoochun implored, sad eyes mirroring his words, digging his chin further on Changmin’s firm bottom. Changmin growled, turning around and shoving Yoochun off his body.
“Those two have to be reminded that Dong Bang Shin Ki has Choikang Changmin, Micky Yoochun and Xiah Junsu in it too, not just Youngwoong Jaejoong and U-know Yunho. Our tour starts in a week, and God forbid, we have to survive through their biting iciness all through the two months. It’s worse for me since I’m between those two, who knows they might just gnaw through me so they could strangle each other. Hyung-deul, do something! Save me!”, he said, puffing his cheeks in the process. Junsu looked at Yoochun, and both sighed - they seemed to be doing that a lot these days.
“I miss sleeping here with you guys…”, Yoochun added unnecessarily, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them tight, “I know I complained a lot when Jae-hyung kicked me out of the room just so that Yunho-hyung could come over, but I kind of miss…getting kicked out. Then spending the night bitching about them and plotting with you guys on how to just glue them together so they won’t bother any of us anymore.”
Silence charmed them for a moment in thought, when suddenly Changmin rolled off the bed and looked at his two band brothers, eyes wide with a struck of genius, “Yoochun-hyung! I think you just solved our problem!”
Junsu and Yoochun looked at each other, before they both turned to Changmin questioningly,
“What do you mean?”
The youngest tsk-ed, and pushed Junsu till the tenor fell on top of a yelping Yoochun. He continued holding down both of them with his strength, all the while smiling like a stupid fish, “That’s what I’m talking about, my lovely hyung-deul!”
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The next morning, Dong Bang Shin Ki household was eerily quiet, as if it was unoccupied when fact was all five of them was present. Jaejoong was sipping his apple juice while reading the economic section of the paper, the corner of his eye catching Yunho on the couch. The man was flipping through the muted television channels for the last 30 minutes and still being annoyingly indecisive. Jaejoong huffed angrily, putting down his glass with too much force that it probably cracked somewhere, and then stood up before folding the newspaper into two, staring blatantly at Yunho. Yunho pretended not to notice, fingers still pushing the remote control buttons lazily, a pillow stuck in between his legs.
“I’ll be stupid if I stay here another second. I’m going out.”, Jaejoong said under his breath, loud enough for Yunho to hear. Yunho’s lips thinned into a straight line, his eyes hooded with apprehension. They had fought verbally for the past 8 days, and it did not seem to get any better. Yunho hated it when they fight, because he could not hurt Jaejoong physically - he could not even bear the thought of hurting Jaejoong - and being a small town boy all his life, his fist was the only way he knew could make people surrender when words fail. Jaejoong trudged close on the edge of Yunho’s patient, testing the thin wall of Yunho’s self-control and nudging it persistently so it would burst, because when it does, Jaejoong could claim his win. Yunho would not let that happen, not again, not like every other time before this. Jaejoong has to learn to apologize, and to receive forgiveness the way he should have when Yunho offered them. He had bowed down to Jaejoong for so long, all because he loved the man too much to the point of spoiling Jaejoong’s whims like he would to a child, cradling Jaejoong’s wants and needs as if they are his own.
“Do whatever you want. See if I care.”, he said bitterly more to himself, thinking that Jaejoong had moved far enough not to hear. Unfortunately, he did not. Jaejoong heard every single thing that Yunho said, and it tore at his heart. So this was what they have come to, two lovers who were at a cross-road, left or right, separately or together. Jaejoong gnawed at his lower lips, closing his eyes and inhaling deep. Yunho is sick of me, Yunho hates me, and those thoughts poked painfully at his conscience, at his deepest fear. Something stung at the back of his eyes and he shuffled faster to his room. He opened the door and startled the three that were in the room whispering to each other as if their voices could break the fragility surrounding them.
Yoochun was the first to recover from the shock, and he jumped out of his bed, careful to stay out of reach from Jaejoong’s fist, “Hyung, where are you going?”
“Anywhere but here. I can’t breathe in this house, with that jerk around.”, Jaejoong eyed the three warily, shrugging off his sweatpants and pulling on his dark jeans, “You three, don’t conspire anything…I warn you.”
“We wouldn’t dare.”, Junsu chirped in hastily, fingers crossed at the back. Changmin nodded eagerly, agreeing to what Junsu had said.
Jaejoong groped around in his bag, frowning when he could not find his mobile phone. He looked at the three suspiciously,
“Which one of you took my handphone?”
The three youngest members of Dong Bang Shin Ki shook their heads, denying fiercely. Changmin adopted a hurt look on his face when Jaejoong accused him pointedly - Junsu pouted when Jaejoong targeted him next - and Yoochun’s eyes simply glazed, innocence turned up at full blast.
Jaejoong sighed, powerless.
“Why don’t you try checking the toilet, hyung? Maybe you left it on the sink or something… ”, Changmin offered, voice small and unsure. Jaejoong seemed to ponder it a bit, before nodding and sighing again,
“You’re right. It’s probably there.”
He walked out of the room and headed to the bathroom at the far end of the apartment, humming an angry song. Yoochun quietly followed, while the other two slipped out to the living room.
Making sure that the eldest had gone into the bathroom, Yoochun held tight to the knob, not letting Jaejoong out but careful not to alarm him. Junsu and Changmin came back with their screaming leader, successfully capturing the unsuspecting Yunho with their combined strength, Junsu holding his kicking legs and Changmin holding on the other end.
“Hurry! Hurry!”, Yoochun urged, feeling the knob turned and wobbled as Jaejoong tried to open it from the other side. He let go of the doorknob as the other two shoved Yunho in, the three of them pulling the door close with a loud bang as death threats streamed eloquently from the other side. They had thought thoroughly of their plan, jamming the key lock inside earlier that morning so that the door could only be opened from outside. Smirking in victory, the three left the yelling older members, grabbed their stuffs and said their cheery goodbyes, slamming the front door, just because.
The bathroom turned into a battlefield, two fighters trapped unwillingly with each other, the close confine of the room suffocating and unnerving.
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Long minutes had passed.
Yunho had tried to unhinge the door with his shoulder, but since he had not had his breakfast, his energy quickly ran low as he shoved failingly at the door. Jaejoong tried too, yet he only succeeded in acquiring reddish bruise to his shoulder. He kicked the door one last time, cursing and shouting loudly,
“Bastards! I’m going to kill you guys! No, I’m going to torture all of you slowly, skin you alive then burn you at stakes like people used to do to witches because that’s what all of you are, cunning witches!”
“Stop yelling! They are not here, you heard them go out, didn’t you?”, Yunho snapped, sitting on the toilet seat. Jaejoong paced the three small steps to the bathtub and propped himself at its edge with his back towards Yunho.
“This is all so stupid, so stupid.”, Jaejoong mumbled under his breath. Yunho stared at his lover’s back, within reach yet already so far away in his mind. The leader sighed, the younger members probably had enough of their hyungs’ stupidity, thus resorted to such barbaric act.
“We are the ones who are stupid, Jaejoong.”, Yunho said matter-of-factly, and Jaejoong turned, his eyes blazing mad,
“What do you mean?”
“I mean as I said. We are stupid.”
“I’m not stupid. You probably are, but I’m not.”
“Oh give it up, Jae! Do you really have to win every fight we have?”
“I’m not trying to win anything!”
“If you want me to apologize, I’ll apologize. I’m sorry, Jaejoong, for whatever it is you’re mad at me for. Okay?”
“Don’t apologize just to shut me up. You think I’m that stupid?”
Yunho looked straight into Jaejoong’s eyes, his own lit up in anger, before he stood and pulled Jaejoong into his arms, kissing the man breathless and out of words, “I’d just do this if I want to shut you up!”
Jaejoong’s brows scrunched up, and he shoved his tongue further into Yunho’s mouth, to prove his point,
“You don’t shut me up in any way, Yunho-sshi. I’ll shut up only when I want to!”
Their tongues fought heatedly for endless seconds, lips sucking and pulling, teeth nibbling and biting. Yunho moaned when his lover clawed at his chest, while Jaejoong mewled wantonly as his boyfriend grinded his crotch against his own. Kneading Jaejoong’s bottom, Yunho let Jaejoong pushed him to the door, forever appreciating the feral nature of his lover’s fervor. Their kisses however gentled, Jaejoong nipping Yunho’s plumper lips as if it was a ripe strawberry that he was not willing to share with anyone.
One of Yunho’s hands strayed to Jaejoong’s growing desire, cupping the clothed erection. Jaejoong gasped, the lack of touch between them for the past one week had left him somewhat barren until Yunho touched him again, the way he likes to be touched. Yunho’s tongue traced a hot saliva trail along his jaw, all the while rubbing Jaejoong through his jeans, lean fingers teasing the hardness till the beautiful man ached and screamed out,
“Oh fuck!”
“Don’t worry, baby…We’ll come to that.”, Yunho whispered naughtily in Jaejoong’s ear. Jaejoong turned and licked the shell of Yunho’s ear as a reply, grinning as Yunho groaned out his name. His nimble fingers expertly bunched up Yunho’s shirt and pulled it out in a swift practiced move. Jaejoong moved down, nibbling at Yunho’s collarbone till he left a purplish mark of ownership on the leader’s skin, before descending further to suckle at Yunho’s nipples, coercing the nubs to harden as he took turns laving at the two. Yunho moaned louder when Jaejoong tongued his abs and wetted his navel, his hands gripping Jaejoong’s wide shoulder, his knees turning to jellies beneath him.
“Jaejoongie baby…”, his voice was husky and laden with want, turning Jaejoong’s desire into overdrive. Jaejoong quickly pulled down Yunho’s short, desperate to taste his lover in his mouth. A dripping head greeted him, and Jaejoong’s mouth went dry, a hungry man deprived of his favorite dessert for a long stupid week.
Yunho panted harshly when he felt Jaejoong’s kiss-roughened tongue lapped at the spear head, and he felt himself squirting a bit of juice on the man’s lips from overexcitement. Jaejoong licked his lips off, all the while looking up at his lover with hooded eyes, lashes fanning his cheekbones prettily.
“Yunho-ya…”, Jaejoong’s voice was silken thread brushing erotically all over Yunho’s lust, and Yunho cried out loud as the man’s lips circled his erection, doing what it intended to do. Lucky for him that Jaejoong remembered to hold his hips in place, because Yunho was losing his control and started to thrash into Jaejoong’s mouth just because it felt so warm, and so fucking good.
“Baby, baby, baby...”, Yunho called out as Jaejoong sucked on him persistently, tongue swirling in a mad dance around and all over Yunho’s length. Yunho had always known Jaejoong would drive him crazy one day with that tongue, with or without words.
He pulled Jaejoong up before he lost it all in Jaejoong’s sweet mouth, and kissed his lover again, a musky trail of himself evidenced on Jaejoong’s tongue. Yunho had been reduced to a state where he could not even remembered why he had fought with Jaejoong in the first place, and now, he kicked at himself inwardly for denying his body the only sweetness that he wants to drink forever - the ambrosia coming in the form of Jaejoong’s drugging kisses.
Yunho unzipped Jaejoong’s tight jeans and pushed it down, the material snagging slightly on Jaejoong’s pert bottom, before sliding off easily down his legs. He ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s smooth thighs and back, reveling in the softness of his lover’s skin, the strength etched in his muscles. Yunho had always wondered how Jaejoong can be so beautiful, someone carved with such aesthetics should have been made illegal, Jaejoong’s splendor too potent for a love-drunk man as himself. While Jaejoong seemed unaffected by the loveliness Yunho saw in him, Yunho had already built his ardor around Jaejoong’s guided treasures - his heart, body, and soul - and Yunho saw nothing in Jaejoong but perfection with a pinch of misplaced willfulness.
Jaejoong let his lover’s hands roamed all over his body, his skin feeling tight and loose at the same time. He felt a heaviness growing and throbbing in between his legs, and he pushed himself to Yunho, to ease it out. But it proved to be his undoing, as Yunho’s warm thighs rubbed against his own, the touches smoldering their wants to near-ashes. Jaejoong dug his teeth on Yunho’s shoulder as Yunho tugged at his arousal with one hand, the other kneading the forbidden fruit underneath. Jaejoong mewled desperately as Yunho’s thumb brushed on the head, and Jaejoong grabbed Yunho’s own, just so he could return the favor.
However, Yunho quickly flipped Jaejoong around, all the while still pumping his lover out of coherent thought. Leaning against the door, palms on each side of his face, Jaejoong lifted his hips to meet Yunho’s erection, wanting and needing to satisfy as much as he was being satisfied. Yunho stayed elusive, moving away to deny Jaejoong and himself the pleasure, prolonging their desire by a little pain.
“Yunho-ya…let me…please…”, Jaejoong half-begged and half-panted. Yunho’s own breathing was labored, gasping desperately as he let his arousal traced Jaejoong’s lower back, down the curve of his bottom, before finally letting it snuggled between Jaejoong’s legs. The head brushed non-too-lightly on the puckered rosette hidden in Jaejoong’s center, and both of them panted harshly from the glutton pull of their craving of each other.
“Just fuck me, baby…I can’t…take it…anymore…”, Jaejoong shamelessly begged now, pushing closer to Yunho and willing himself to open up for his lover. Yunho nipped his shoulder once, before breathlessly whispering, mustering all the control he still had left in his pleasure-frazzled body,
“Not yet, boo…we need…to…ease you up…”
Jaejoong groaned aloud, a hand quickly opening the sink cabinet for the familiar bottle he knew he had stored there, another clasping Yunho’s butt so they would not part. He opened the cap with his teeth, successfully biting the cap permanently off, and squeezed a generous helping on Yunho’s opened palm. Yunho kissed Jaejoong’s neck softly to reward him for his patience, before his hand went down south to prep Jaejoong up for the ride they were aching for.
Three fingers afterwards and Jaejoong was ready, Yunho not a second lagging to administer his task. Pushing slowly into his lover, Yunho almost had it when he felt Jaejoong’s inner muscles clenched around his arousal like Jaejoong’s lips had been before, the sensitized veins along Yunho’s length fried alive from the burning heat of Jaejoong’s passage. Jaejoong panted hard as Yunho inched into him, eyes rolled behind closed lids, the pleasure torturing and the pain exhilarating. Sweats accumulated on his forehead, as he felt Yunho bit into his nape, a lusty vampire wanting every piece of him as a pawn for a bliss he knew not available elsewhere. They moved together, Yunho pushing and Jaejoong pulling, both riding the wave of their love. When Yunho hit repeatedly on the rankled nerve hidden inside his body, a spot Jaejoong reserved only for Yunho, Jaejoong cried his lover’s name out loud, sputtering his release into Yunho’s hand. Yunho came a few seconds after, milking the warm inside of Jaejoong’s cavern, his seed soiling Jaejoong’s body as he marked what’s his, what’s theirs.
“Love you, boo…”, Yunho rubbed Jaejoong’s tummy as they rode out of their orgasm together, a simple caress to soothe Jaejoong’s tightened muscles. Not yet willing to pull away from his lover, Yunho let his hardness bundled in the safety of Jaejoong’s warmth as he turned Jaejoong’s face slightly and breathed his apology and gratitude into Jaejoong’s mouth with a loving kiss. Jaejoong acquiesced, mouthing his own thanks and sorry in between short kisses on Yunho’s chin and lips, fingers gripping tightly at Yunho’s own and holding it on top of his chest, just above his heart where Yunho rests forever and always, “Love you, Yunho-ya…so much.”
A growl from Yunho’s stomach caught their attention. Jaejoong eyed Yunho worriedly and tried to pull out from his boyfriend’s embrace, but Yunho tightened his arms around Jaejoong, not wanting to part.
“My hunger for food can wait, but my hunger for you can’t. And baby, I think I just got hungry again.”
A hardness growing in Jaejoong’s passage agreed to Yunho’s words, and they started their battle of passion again, killing each other with deep thrusts and undulating hips.
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“Do you think they are okay, Chunnie?”
“This is YunJae we are talking about! Of course they are okay. Don’t worry, Su-ah, the only bad thing coming out from this are endless hours of their unfiltered moans and groans.”
“Chunnie! Min is here!”
“I’m already tainted, Junsu-hyung. Don’t forget, I’m the one who came out with the idea.”
“Point taken.”
--[THE END]
yunho ♥ jaejoong
oneshot | RL | nc-17
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It started innocent enough, harmless name-calling and petty accusations that gradually escalated into a full-blown fight, lips pulled back from snarling teeth as two ferocious young men gnarled at each other, stout in their own stance, unwilling to budge from their supposedly rightful place. Jaejoong, known to have a mild personality, proved to everyone he had an unknown fierceness that when provoked, could burn with an intensity that would scorch anyone coming within reach. Yunho, on the other end, had chosen such inappropriate time to be stubborn, refusing to be coerced into surrendering and accepting his defeat for the sake of keeping the group in peace.
Yoochun sighed into his hands, head throbbing with lack of sleep and further lack of peace. Changmin lied unmoving on Junsu’s bed, shoving earphones into his ears yet still very much not spared from the calamity that was eating everyone alive. Junsu was pacing back and forth in front of the two, both hands on his waist, obviously the only one who was still willing to think of a solution that might work.
“We can’t let them do this, Chunnie, Min. Aish, one more moment of this stupidity and I’ll be going crazy for sure!”, Junsu exclaimed, hands thrown up in an exaggerated show of defeat. Yoochun slumped down on top of Changmin, chin propped on the curve of the youngest’s butt, peering up at Junsu.
“What should we do then? I’ve never seen Jaejoong-hyung this mad, neither have I seen Yunho being this hardheaded before…I tried talking to Jae-hyung, but he snapped at me and I think I got scarred for life.”, Yoochun implored, sad eyes mirroring his words, digging his chin further on Changmin’s firm bottom. Changmin growled, turning around and shoving Yoochun off his body.
“Those two have to be reminded that Dong Bang Shin Ki has Choikang Changmin, Micky Yoochun and Xiah Junsu in it too, not just Youngwoong Jaejoong and U-know Yunho. Our tour starts in a week, and God forbid, we have to survive through their biting iciness all through the two months. It’s worse for me since I’m between those two, who knows they might just gnaw through me so they could strangle each other. Hyung-deul, do something! Save me!”, he said, puffing his cheeks in the process. Junsu looked at Yoochun, and both sighed - they seemed to be doing that a lot these days.
“I miss sleeping here with you guys…”, Yoochun added unnecessarily, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them tight, “I know I complained a lot when Jae-hyung kicked me out of the room just so that Yunho-hyung could come over, but I kind of miss…getting kicked out. Then spending the night bitching about them and plotting with you guys on how to just glue them together so they won’t bother any of us anymore.”
Silence charmed them for a moment in thought, when suddenly Changmin rolled off the bed and looked at his two band brothers, eyes wide with a struck of genius, “Yoochun-hyung! I think you just solved our problem!”
Junsu and Yoochun looked at each other, before they both turned to Changmin questioningly,
“What do you mean?”
The youngest tsk-ed, and pushed Junsu till the tenor fell on top of a yelping Yoochun. He continued holding down both of them with his strength, all the while smiling like a stupid fish, “That’s what I’m talking about, my lovely hyung-deul!”
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The next morning, Dong Bang Shin Ki household was eerily quiet, as if it was unoccupied when fact was all five of them was present. Jaejoong was sipping his apple juice while reading the economic section of the paper, the corner of his eye catching Yunho on the couch. The man was flipping through the muted television channels for the last 30 minutes and still being annoyingly indecisive. Jaejoong huffed angrily, putting down his glass with too much force that it probably cracked somewhere, and then stood up before folding the newspaper into two, staring blatantly at Yunho. Yunho pretended not to notice, fingers still pushing the remote control buttons lazily, a pillow stuck in between his legs.
“I’ll be stupid if I stay here another second. I’m going out.”, Jaejoong said under his breath, loud enough for Yunho to hear. Yunho’s lips thinned into a straight line, his eyes hooded with apprehension. They had fought verbally for the past 8 days, and it did not seem to get any better. Yunho hated it when they fight, because he could not hurt Jaejoong physically - he could not even bear the thought of hurting Jaejoong - and being a small town boy all his life, his fist was the only way he knew could make people surrender when words fail. Jaejoong trudged close on the edge of Yunho’s patient, testing the thin wall of Yunho’s self-control and nudging it persistently so it would burst, because when it does, Jaejoong could claim his win. Yunho would not let that happen, not again, not like every other time before this. Jaejoong has to learn to apologize, and to receive forgiveness the way he should have when Yunho offered them. He had bowed down to Jaejoong for so long, all because he loved the man too much to the point of spoiling Jaejoong’s whims like he would to a child, cradling Jaejoong’s wants and needs as if they are his own.
“Do whatever you want. See if I care.”, he said bitterly more to himself, thinking that Jaejoong had moved far enough not to hear. Unfortunately, he did not. Jaejoong heard every single thing that Yunho said, and it tore at his heart. So this was what they have come to, two lovers who were at a cross-road, left or right, separately or together. Jaejoong gnawed at his lower lips, closing his eyes and inhaling deep. Yunho is sick of me, Yunho hates me, and those thoughts poked painfully at his conscience, at his deepest fear. Something stung at the back of his eyes and he shuffled faster to his room. He opened the door and startled the three that were in the room whispering to each other as if their voices could break the fragility surrounding them.
Yoochun was the first to recover from the shock, and he jumped out of his bed, careful to stay out of reach from Jaejoong’s fist, “Hyung, where are you going?”
“Anywhere but here. I can’t breathe in this house, with that jerk around.”, Jaejoong eyed the three warily, shrugging off his sweatpants and pulling on his dark jeans, “You three, don’t conspire anything…I warn you.”
“We wouldn’t dare.”, Junsu chirped in hastily, fingers crossed at the back. Changmin nodded eagerly, agreeing to what Junsu had said.
Jaejoong groped around in his bag, frowning when he could not find his mobile phone. He looked at the three suspiciously,
“Which one of you took my handphone?”
The three youngest members of Dong Bang Shin Ki shook their heads, denying fiercely. Changmin adopted a hurt look on his face when Jaejoong accused him pointedly - Junsu pouted when Jaejoong targeted him next - and Yoochun’s eyes simply glazed, innocence turned up at full blast.
Jaejoong sighed, powerless.
“Why don’t you try checking the toilet, hyung? Maybe you left it on the sink or something… ”, Changmin offered, voice small and unsure. Jaejoong seemed to ponder it a bit, before nodding and sighing again,
“You’re right. It’s probably there.”
He walked out of the room and headed to the bathroom at the far end of the apartment, humming an angry song. Yoochun quietly followed, while the other two slipped out to the living room.
Making sure that the eldest had gone into the bathroom, Yoochun held tight to the knob, not letting Jaejoong out but careful not to alarm him. Junsu and Changmin came back with their screaming leader, successfully capturing the unsuspecting Yunho with their combined strength, Junsu holding his kicking legs and Changmin holding on the other end.
“Hurry! Hurry!”, Yoochun urged, feeling the knob turned and wobbled as Jaejoong tried to open it from the other side. He let go of the doorknob as the other two shoved Yunho in, the three of them pulling the door close with a loud bang as death threats streamed eloquently from the other side. They had thought thoroughly of their plan, jamming the key lock inside earlier that morning so that the door could only be opened from outside. Smirking in victory, the three left the yelling older members, grabbed their stuffs and said their cheery goodbyes, slamming the front door, just because.
The bathroom turned into a battlefield, two fighters trapped unwillingly with each other, the close confine of the room suffocating and unnerving.
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Long minutes had passed.
Yunho had tried to unhinge the door with his shoulder, but since he had not had his breakfast, his energy quickly ran low as he shoved failingly at the door. Jaejoong tried too, yet he only succeeded in acquiring reddish bruise to his shoulder. He kicked the door one last time, cursing and shouting loudly,
“Bastards! I’m going to kill you guys! No, I’m going to torture all of you slowly, skin you alive then burn you at stakes like people used to do to witches because that’s what all of you are, cunning witches!”
“Stop yelling! They are not here, you heard them go out, didn’t you?”, Yunho snapped, sitting on the toilet seat. Jaejoong paced the three small steps to the bathtub and propped himself at its edge with his back towards Yunho.
“This is all so stupid, so stupid.”, Jaejoong mumbled under his breath. Yunho stared at his lover’s back, within reach yet already so far away in his mind. The leader sighed, the younger members probably had enough of their hyungs’ stupidity, thus resorted to such barbaric act.
“We are the ones who are stupid, Jaejoong.”, Yunho said matter-of-factly, and Jaejoong turned, his eyes blazing mad,
“What do you mean?”
“I mean as I said. We are stupid.”
“I’m not stupid. You probably are, but I’m not.”
“Oh give it up, Jae! Do you really have to win every fight we have?”
“I’m not trying to win anything!”
“If you want me to apologize, I’ll apologize. I’m sorry, Jaejoong, for whatever it is you’re mad at me for. Okay?”
“Don’t apologize just to shut me up. You think I’m that stupid?”
Yunho looked straight into Jaejoong’s eyes, his own lit up in anger, before he stood and pulled Jaejoong into his arms, kissing the man breathless and out of words, “I’d just do this if I want to shut you up!”
Jaejoong’s brows scrunched up, and he shoved his tongue further into Yunho’s mouth, to prove his point,
“You don’t shut me up in any way, Yunho-sshi. I’ll shut up only when I want to!”
Their tongues fought heatedly for endless seconds, lips sucking and pulling, teeth nibbling and biting. Yunho moaned when his lover clawed at his chest, while Jaejoong mewled wantonly as his boyfriend grinded his crotch against his own. Kneading Jaejoong’s bottom, Yunho let Jaejoong pushed him to the door, forever appreciating the feral nature of his lover’s fervor. Their kisses however gentled, Jaejoong nipping Yunho’s plumper lips as if it was a ripe strawberry that he was not willing to share with anyone.
One of Yunho’s hands strayed to Jaejoong’s growing desire, cupping the clothed erection. Jaejoong gasped, the lack of touch between them for the past one week had left him somewhat barren until Yunho touched him again, the way he likes to be touched. Yunho’s tongue traced a hot saliva trail along his jaw, all the while rubbing Jaejoong through his jeans, lean fingers teasing the hardness till the beautiful man ached and screamed out,
“Oh fuck!”
“Don’t worry, baby…We’ll come to that.”, Yunho whispered naughtily in Jaejoong’s ear. Jaejoong turned and licked the shell of Yunho’s ear as a reply, grinning as Yunho groaned out his name. His nimble fingers expertly bunched up Yunho’s shirt and pulled it out in a swift practiced move. Jaejoong moved down, nibbling at Yunho’s collarbone till he left a purplish mark of ownership on the leader’s skin, before descending further to suckle at Yunho’s nipples, coercing the nubs to harden as he took turns laving at the two. Yunho moaned louder when Jaejoong tongued his abs and wetted his navel, his hands gripping Jaejoong’s wide shoulder, his knees turning to jellies beneath him.
“Jaejoongie baby…”, his voice was husky and laden with want, turning Jaejoong’s desire into overdrive. Jaejoong quickly pulled down Yunho’s short, desperate to taste his lover in his mouth. A dripping head greeted him, and Jaejoong’s mouth went dry, a hungry man deprived of his favorite dessert for a long stupid week.
Yunho panted harshly when he felt Jaejoong’s kiss-roughened tongue lapped at the spear head, and he felt himself squirting a bit of juice on the man’s lips from overexcitement. Jaejoong licked his lips off, all the while looking up at his lover with hooded eyes, lashes fanning his cheekbones prettily.
“Yunho-ya…”, Jaejoong’s voice was silken thread brushing erotically all over Yunho’s lust, and Yunho cried out loud as the man’s lips circled his erection, doing what it intended to do. Lucky for him that Jaejoong remembered to hold his hips in place, because Yunho was losing his control and started to thrash into Jaejoong’s mouth just because it felt so warm, and so fucking good.
“Baby, baby, baby...”, Yunho called out as Jaejoong sucked on him persistently, tongue swirling in a mad dance around and all over Yunho’s length. Yunho had always known Jaejoong would drive him crazy one day with that tongue, with or without words.
He pulled Jaejoong up before he lost it all in Jaejoong’s sweet mouth, and kissed his lover again, a musky trail of himself evidenced on Jaejoong’s tongue. Yunho had been reduced to a state where he could not even remembered why he had fought with Jaejoong in the first place, and now, he kicked at himself inwardly for denying his body the only sweetness that he wants to drink forever - the ambrosia coming in the form of Jaejoong’s drugging kisses.
Yunho unzipped Jaejoong’s tight jeans and pushed it down, the material snagging slightly on Jaejoong’s pert bottom, before sliding off easily down his legs. He ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s smooth thighs and back, reveling in the softness of his lover’s skin, the strength etched in his muscles. Yunho had always wondered how Jaejoong can be so beautiful, someone carved with such aesthetics should have been made illegal, Jaejoong’s splendor too potent for a love-drunk man as himself. While Jaejoong seemed unaffected by the loveliness Yunho saw in him, Yunho had already built his ardor around Jaejoong’s guided treasures - his heart, body, and soul - and Yunho saw nothing in Jaejoong but perfection with a pinch of misplaced willfulness.
Jaejoong let his lover’s hands roamed all over his body, his skin feeling tight and loose at the same time. He felt a heaviness growing and throbbing in between his legs, and he pushed himself to Yunho, to ease it out. But it proved to be his undoing, as Yunho’s warm thighs rubbed against his own, the touches smoldering their wants to near-ashes. Jaejoong dug his teeth on Yunho’s shoulder as Yunho tugged at his arousal with one hand, the other kneading the forbidden fruit underneath. Jaejoong mewled desperately as Yunho’s thumb brushed on the head, and Jaejoong grabbed Yunho’s own, just so he could return the favor.
However, Yunho quickly flipped Jaejoong around, all the while still pumping his lover out of coherent thought. Leaning against the door, palms on each side of his face, Jaejoong lifted his hips to meet Yunho’s erection, wanting and needing to satisfy as much as he was being satisfied. Yunho stayed elusive, moving away to deny Jaejoong and himself the pleasure, prolonging their desire by a little pain.
“Yunho-ya…let me…please…”, Jaejoong half-begged and half-panted. Yunho’s own breathing was labored, gasping desperately as he let his arousal traced Jaejoong’s lower back, down the curve of his bottom, before finally letting it snuggled between Jaejoong’s legs. The head brushed non-too-lightly on the puckered rosette hidden in Jaejoong’s center, and both of them panted harshly from the glutton pull of their craving of each other.
“Just fuck me, baby…I can’t…take it…anymore…”, Jaejoong shamelessly begged now, pushing closer to Yunho and willing himself to open up for his lover. Yunho nipped his shoulder once, before breathlessly whispering, mustering all the control he still had left in his pleasure-frazzled body,
“Not yet, boo…we need…to…ease you up…”
Jaejoong groaned aloud, a hand quickly opening the sink cabinet for the familiar bottle he knew he had stored there, another clasping Yunho’s butt so they would not part. He opened the cap with his teeth, successfully biting the cap permanently off, and squeezed a generous helping on Yunho’s opened palm. Yunho kissed Jaejoong’s neck softly to reward him for his patience, before his hand went down south to prep Jaejoong up for the ride they were aching for.
Three fingers afterwards and Jaejoong was ready, Yunho not a second lagging to administer his task. Pushing slowly into his lover, Yunho almost had it when he felt Jaejoong’s inner muscles clenched around his arousal like Jaejoong’s lips had been before, the sensitized veins along Yunho’s length fried alive from the burning heat of Jaejoong’s passage. Jaejoong panted hard as Yunho inched into him, eyes rolled behind closed lids, the pleasure torturing and the pain exhilarating. Sweats accumulated on his forehead, as he felt Yunho bit into his nape, a lusty vampire wanting every piece of him as a pawn for a bliss he knew not available elsewhere. They moved together, Yunho pushing and Jaejoong pulling, both riding the wave of their love. When Yunho hit repeatedly on the rankled nerve hidden inside his body, a spot Jaejoong reserved only for Yunho, Jaejoong cried his lover’s name out loud, sputtering his release into Yunho’s hand. Yunho came a few seconds after, milking the warm inside of Jaejoong’s cavern, his seed soiling Jaejoong’s body as he marked what’s his, what’s theirs.
“Love you, boo…”, Yunho rubbed Jaejoong’s tummy as they rode out of their orgasm together, a simple caress to soothe Jaejoong’s tightened muscles. Not yet willing to pull away from his lover, Yunho let his hardness bundled in the safety of Jaejoong’s warmth as he turned Jaejoong’s face slightly and breathed his apology and gratitude into Jaejoong’s mouth with a loving kiss. Jaejoong acquiesced, mouthing his own thanks and sorry in between short kisses on Yunho’s chin and lips, fingers gripping tightly at Yunho’s own and holding it on top of his chest, just above his heart where Yunho rests forever and always, “Love you, Yunho-ya…so much.”
A growl from Yunho’s stomach caught their attention. Jaejoong eyed Yunho worriedly and tried to pull out from his boyfriend’s embrace, but Yunho tightened his arms around Jaejoong, not wanting to part.
“My hunger for food can wait, but my hunger for you can’t. And baby, I think I just got hungry again.”
A hardness growing in Jaejoong’s passage agreed to Yunho’s words, and they started their battle of passion again, killing each other with deep thrusts and undulating hips.
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“Do you think they are okay, Chunnie?”
“This is YunJae we are talking about! Of course they are okay. Don’t worry, Su-ah, the only bad thing coming out from this are endless hours of their unfiltered moans and groans.”
“Chunnie! Min is here!”
“I’m already tainted, Junsu-hyung. Don’t forget, I’m the one who came out with the idea.”
“Point taken.”
--[THE END]