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TITLE: The Air From Higher Places (2/3)
PAIRING: JaeMin
RATING: R.
SUMMARY: Angst. Char death. i'm sorry for doing it again T-T
DISCLAIMNER: I don’t own them, I just watch ;]
A/N: borrows parts of the plot from "1 Litre of Tears" and its a bit similar to my other jaemin fic, in some ways. but er...
I'm sorry for lame titles and whatnot >.<
...and geez, why the hell does everything i write turn out to be so long?
(cont.)
Jaejoong can’t walk right. He can’t hold things tight enough and the world seems to move from under his feet.
Changmin’s been with Jaejoong since childhood and he used to laugh when the boy dropped things or tripped. Now though, he’s gazing intently through the glass panel as he watches Jaejoong complete his physical therapy. The boy’s only twenty and his limbs are stiff, movements inconsistent.
The doctor says it’s only the beginning and urges Jaejoong to do what he wants while he still can move according to his own will. Jaejoong nods and goes to sleep, exhausted from his therapy and Changmin’s outside asking the doctor what’s wrong with his friend.
They don’t want to tell him but he insists. “His brain, it’s damaged.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a degenerative disease. Jaejoong will begin to lose his grip on everyday things like walking and holding objects. Eventually his vocals will die out and his heart won’t be able to catch up; he’ll have difficulty breathing. In the end he might -“
Changmin cuts him off, not wanting to hear that word, “The cure?”
The doctor clicks his pen and slides it into his pocket, “Still looking for it.”
That night Changmin’s sitting up in bed, staring out the window as rain pelts down. His tears wash over him like the rain that crashes mercilessly against the glass pane.
Jaejoong’s in his hospital room, facing away from the door, eyes like stone as he recalls the conversation he heard that day.
His mother keeps on urging him to go outside. “Live life,” she pleads with him. He calls back with a faint ‘yes’ as he leaves the house with his school bag cast over his shoulder.
They agreed to let him go home, they agreed to let him go to college, and Jaejoong studied his ass off to get into Changmin’s school.
They meet in the lunch room, trays in hand; Jaejoong walking a bit slower and Changmin directing worried glances back. The younger boy helps Jaejoong into his seat and is waved away irritably.
The funny thing is that they both know the truth but neither dares to bring it up. The conversations they have are always filled with gossip, school life, rants about teachers, and the usual.
Changmin’s sitting at Jaejoong’s desk, going over notes, and the older boy’s listening to his iPod on his bunk. His mother’s words ring through his mind. Jaejoong sits up and watches Changmin as the boy works furiously with the pen in his hands.
The sunlight tilts in at an angles that makes Changmin shine.
Concentration is etched in fine features, lower lip caught in between two sets of pearly whites; Jaejoong feels something move within him. Brows furrow and Changmin scratches his head, lips pursed in frustration; Jaejoong feels a flutter in his stomach. The boy turns then, sharp eyes focused in on Jaejoong as he opens his mouth to ask a question. It’s some problem about calculus or something but Jaejoong’s mesmerized by the way Changmin’s lips move and the sound that comes out. He’s caught in the strong gaze that seems to seep through him.
Jaejoong wonders why he never noticed these things before; his heart skips a beat.
“Live life” His mother’s voice echoes and the next second he’s running across the room, colliding into Changmin; it’s like a car crash. Their lips meet and Changmin almost falls back from the force of it all. Jaejoong’s gripping the plain fabric of the younger boy’s shirt, holding on tightly, knuckles turning white. He daren’t move.
Warm hands cover his own and his fingers untangle from the bunched up fabric. He’s leaning against Changmin’s chest as the boy continues to stare at him in a way that makes the heat rush up to the tips of his ears. Jaejoong’s scared, doesn’t know what to say or do. He’s about to utter an apology when he finds himself being backed into the bed.
Their skin is feverish and actions frantic. Clothes are discarded within seconds, a mess of torn fabric and missing buttons. The younger boy is pressing down on him, kissing him so hard that Jaejoong could suffocate. He’s gripping the younger boy’s shoulders, calling out Changmin’s name as the boy’s hand runs relentless over his arousal.
His hips buck as fingers lodge deep inside and Changmin whispers dirty little things in his ear. Jaejoong’s gasping for breath, cheek flush against the sheets as Changmin drives in from behind. There are whispers of I love yous, names muttered through half-moans, and then the mix of incoherencies. Jaejoong’s flipped onto his back, nails leaving angry red marks across the younger boy’s back as he rolls his hips to accommodate.
Changmin thinks it’s the most beautiful sight; Jaejoong beneath him, flawless skin dotted with sweat as his chest heaves. Those eyes, those eyes alone could make him lose it. Lashes flutter as Jaejoong struggles to keep his eyes open, to look at Changmin. He calls the younger’s name, then watches and listens as his own falls from perfect lips.
A hand slides across Jaejoong’s face and cups his cheek, “Beautiful,” Changmin whispers, moaning at the sight of Jaejoong writhing beneath him. He pushes in a couple more times with Jaejoong screaming his name and holding him tight in a warm embrace. He lowers his head by Jaejoong’s ear and says things in that low husky voice of his that make the older boy whimper in his arms.
Then it ends, the curling sensation inside released as sticky white substance explodes between them. Changmin’s worried that Jaejoong will get cold, sick, and pulls the covers up. He’s gazing intently as Jaejoong struggles to regain his breath, lying on his side facing Changmin, eyes closed. The long lashes cast shadows on the boy’s cheek and Changmin can’t help but want to kiss them away. His lips connect with smooth skin as Jaejoong opens his eyes.
“One more time,” Jaejoong says, and Changmin finds himself at a loss for words. He’s under the older boy, groaning as Jaejoong thrusts in and out. When Jaejoong’s movements stutter, Changmin finds himself whining and sits on top of the boy. His hands lay on Jaejoong’s shoulder as he moves up and down, each plunge making his body shudder. Jaejoong’s staring at him again, with those dark eyes and Changmin thinks he could melt under that gaze, feeling the older boy move within him.
They reach the breath-taking end together, again, and when Jaejoong once more asks for ‘one more time’ Changmin has to laugh. He giggles as he holds his lover in his arms, kisses splayed over burning skin. Their lips meet and it’s even more breathtaking than the last.
A couple of ‘one more time’s later, Changmin and Jaejoong lay panting in bed. The older boy’s head rests on Changmin’s chest and his finger runs idle paths across the ridges of the younger’s abdomen. “You own me a new dress shirt.”
Jaejoong nods and laughs, kissing Changmin full on the lips.
“I love you too,” he whispers, and drifts off to sleep.
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PAIRING: JaeMin
RATING: R.
SUMMARY: Angst. Char death. i'm sorry for doing it again T-T
DISCLAIMNER: I don’t own them, I just watch ;]
A/N: borrows parts of the plot from "1 Litre of Tears" and its a bit similar to my other jaemin fic, in some ways. but er...
I'm sorry for lame titles and whatnot >.<
...and geez, why the hell does everything i write turn out to be so long?
(cont.)
Jaejoong can’t walk right. He can’t hold things tight enough and the world seems to move from under his feet.
Changmin’s been with Jaejoong since childhood and he used to laugh when the boy dropped things or tripped. Now though, he’s gazing intently through the glass panel as he watches Jaejoong complete his physical therapy. The boy’s only twenty and his limbs are stiff, movements inconsistent.
The doctor says it’s only the beginning and urges Jaejoong to do what he wants while he still can move according to his own will. Jaejoong nods and goes to sleep, exhausted from his therapy and Changmin’s outside asking the doctor what’s wrong with his friend.
They don’t want to tell him but he insists. “His brain, it’s damaged.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a degenerative disease. Jaejoong will begin to lose his grip on everyday things like walking and holding objects. Eventually his vocals will die out and his heart won’t be able to catch up; he’ll have difficulty breathing. In the end he might -“
Changmin cuts him off, not wanting to hear that word, “The cure?”
The doctor clicks his pen and slides it into his pocket, “Still looking for it.”
That night Changmin’s sitting up in bed, staring out the window as rain pelts down. His tears wash over him like the rain that crashes mercilessly against the glass pane.
Jaejoong’s in his hospital room, facing away from the door, eyes like stone as he recalls the conversation he heard that day.
His mother keeps on urging him to go outside. “Live life,” she pleads with him. He calls back with a faint ‘yes’ as he leaves the house with his school bag cast over his shoulder.
They agreed to let him go home, they agreed to let him go to college, and Jaejoong studied his ass off to get into Changmin’s school.
They meet in the lunch room, trays in hand; Jaejoong walking a bit slower and Changmin directing worried glances back. The younger boy helps Jaejoong into his seat and is waved away irritably.
The funny thing is that they both know the truth but neither dares to bring it up. The conversations they have are always filled with gossip, school life, rants about teachers, and the usual.
Changmin’s sitting at Jaejoong’s desk, going over notes, and the older boy’s listening to his iPod on his bunk. His mother’s words ring through his mind. Jaejoong sits up and watches Changmin as the boy works furiously with the pen in his hands.
The sunlight tilts in at an angles that makes Changmin shine.
Concentration is etched in fine features, lower lip caught in between two sets of pearly whites; Jaejoong feels something move within him. Brows furrow and Changmin scratches his head, lips pursed in frustration; Jaejoong feels a flutter in his stomach. The boy turns then, sharp eyes focused in on Jaejoong as he opens his mouth to ask a question. It’s some problem about calculus or something but Jaejoong’s mesmerized by the way Changmin’s lips move and the sound that comes out. He’s caught in the strong gaze that seems to seep through him.
Jaejoong wonders why he never noticed these things before; his heart skips a beat.
“Live life” His mother’s voice echoes and the next second he’s running across the room, colliding into Changmin; it’s like a car crash. Their lips meet and Changmin almost falls back from the force of it all. Jaejoong’s gripping the plain fabric of the younger boy’s shirt, holding on tightly, knuckles turning white. He daren’t move.
Warm hands cover his own and his fingers untangle from the bunched up fabric. He’s leaning against Changmin’s chest as the boy continues to stare at him in a way that makes the heat rush up to the tips of his ears. Jaejoong’s scared, doesn’t know what to say or do. He’s about to utter an apology when he finds himself being backed into the bed.
Their skin is feverish and actions frantic. Clothes are discarded within seconds, a mess of torn fabric and missing buttons. The younger boy is pressing down on him, kissing him so hard that Jaejoong could suffocate. He’s gripping the younger boy’s shoulders, calling out Changmin’s name as the boy’s hand runs relentless over his arousal.
His hips buck as fingers lodge deep inside and Changmin whispers dirty little things in his ear. Jaejoong’s gasping for breath, cheek flush against the sheets as Changmin drives in from behind. There are whispers of I love yous, names muttered through half-moans, and then the mix of incoherencies. Jaejoong’s flipped onto his back, nails leaving angry red marks across the younger boy’s back as he rolls his hips to accommodate.
Changmin thinks it’s the most beautiful sight; Jaejoong beneath him, flawless skin dotted with sweat as his chest heaves. Those eyes, those eyes alone could make him lose it. Lashes flutter as Jaejoong struggles to keep his eyes open, to look at Changmin. He calls the younger’s name, then watches and listens as his own falls from perfect lips.
A hand slides across Jaejoong’s face and cups his cheek, “Beautiful,” Changmin whispers, moaning at the sight of Jaejoong writhing beneath him. He pushes in a couple more times with Jaejoong screaming his name and holding him tight in a warm embrace. He lowers his head by Jaejoong’s ear and says things in that low husky voice of his that make the older boy whimper in his arms.
Then it ends, the curling sensation inside released as sticky white substance explodes between them. Changmin’s worried that Jaejoong will get cold, sick, and pulls the covers up. He’s gazing intently as Jaejoong struggles to regain his breath, lying on his side facing Changmin, eyes closed. The long lashes cast shadows on the boy’s cheek and Changmin can’t help but want to kiss them away. His lips connect with smooth skin as Jaejoong opens his eyes.
“One more time,” Jaejoong says, and Changmin finds himself at a loss for words. He’s under the older boy, groaning as Jaejoong thrusts in and out. When Jaejoong’s movements stutter, Changmin finds himself whining and sits on top of the boy. His hands lay on Jaejoong’s shoulder as he moves up and down, each plunge making his body shudder. Jaejoong’s staring at him again, with those dark eyes and Changmin thinks he could melt under that gaze, feeling the older boy move within him.
They reach the breath-taking end together, again, and when Jaejoong once more asks for ‘one more time’ Changmin has to laugh. He giggles as he holds his lover in his arms, kisses splayed over burning skin. Their lips meet and it’s even more breathtaking than the last.
A couple of ‘one more time’s later, Changmin and Jaejoong lay panting in bed. The older boy’s head rests on Changmin’s chest and his finger runs idle paths across the ridges of the younger’s abdomen. “You own me a new dress shirt.”
Jaejoong nods and laughs, kissing Changmin full on the lips.
“I love you too,” he whispers, and drifts off to sleep.
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