Rearview Mirror (1/2)
Title: Rearview Mirror
Pairing: YunJae
Length: One-Shot
Rating: NC 17
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary:
Yunho likes what he sees in the rearview mirror. YunJae car smex.
** click on links for Illustrations.
Disclaimer: These manga scans are from Sensitive Pornograph.
Credit goes to the rightful artist. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
It was 10:00 in the evening when Yunho and Jaejoong decided to take their usual-or used to be usual-trip to the Han River. However cold it was that night, Jaejoong insisted they needed this time off and alone time together. For after all that’s been happening lately, even a quick coffee date was an unrealistic thing to do.
They were parked in a shaded area hoping for a little privacy. They’ve always wanted to isolate themselves like this; away from the spotlight, away from the buzzing crowd of the city-but considering they were in one of the most public of public places in Seoul, the idea itself just wasn't possible. It didn't hurt to try, though.
“Baby, are you cold?” Yunho asked, head peeking down at the soft feature snuggling to his chest-who faintly shook his head at the question.
“Can we stay a bit longer, Yunnie?”
“mmm,” Yunho hummed in compliance, stroking a mesh of dark hair that brushed against his neck. “But aren’t you getting cold?” His free hand trailed down Jaejoong’s arm until it reached the other’s soft, pale fingers, intertwining them with his.
“Not really,” Jaejoong shrugged, drowning the soft hum of clashing metal as their Cartier rings rubbed against each other. “But uh, we can warm each other up,” he grinned, showing his cute small teeth that Yunho adored so much.
“Do you want hot coffee? There’s a coffee shop nearby…” Yunho paused. Yes, of course. They couldn’t just go buy coffee like normal people do.
“It’s fine, Yunnie,” Jaejoong comforted, he knew what the other was thinking. They could not be seen together in public to play up the story line; they’re supposedly divided now. He mentally sneered at that thought. “Besides, what I need isn’t coffee. I meant a different kind of warming up,” He grinned again, leaning to Yunho for a quick kiss.
“Oh,” Yunho chuckled. “Are you proposing sex?”
“I was aiming for a more romantic approach,” he laughed, “but yeah, that works, too.”
Yunho bit on Jaejoong’s lower lip, tenderly cupping the pale face with the back of his hand. "You have no idea how much I want to right now, but-”
“Of course there’s always a but,” Jaejoong mumbled, almost impossible to hear.
Yunho sighed. “You know we can’t, baby. It’s too risky.”
Yunho was a little wary-if not a little too much. Because at the rate of how the lawsuit controversy was going, some crazy paparazzi could have sneakily followed them there. And with the high probability of being tailed was really putting him on edge.
“Why not?” Jaejoong huffed. “There’s no one around-“ Yunho raised an eyebrow at that, so he continued with “Okay, maybe there are a few people around,” with a pout. “I’m sure they won’t notice,” He pleaded, tugging on Yunho’s arm then gingerly guided the other’s long tanned fingers to his aching private.
“Yunnie, I’m hard.”
Jaejoong did have a point since the windows were heavily tinted, even the front window screen. And the crowd was also starting to thin out as well since it was dropping a few degrees colder outside. So no one would really notice unless someone tried to break into the car.
Except, Yunho just wasn’t too keen of the idea.
Yunho retracted his hand as if the touch of Jaejoong’s stiffness had burned. The pale man tried to look away but Yunho didn’t miss the obvious hurt in his eyes, so he held the other’s flustered face between his palms, and planted another kiss on those plump cherry lips.
“Oh Joongie, it’s not like that,” Yunho explained, cringing at the thought of Jaejoong misinterpreting his action. No, he couldn’t bear the idea of Jaejoong thinking that he didn’t want him anymore.
“Please try to understand, baby. It’s dangerous enough we’re out here together… in the middle of the night.”
Jaejoong’s shoulder slumped. “Don’t you want me anymore?” Jaejoong had to admit it was a low blow. But he was desperate, okay?
And there it is, Yunho thought.
“Please don’t pull that card on me,” he slightly pulled away from Jaejoong, sighing in exasperation. “That isn’t fair, Joongie. Don’t doubt me like that.” he said in a hush tone with traces of pain in it.
“I know… I know, baby. I’m sorry,” Jaejoong said apologetically, leaning across from the passenger seat, pulling Yunho back to him. He was nuzzling his nose in the crook of the other’s neck when he felt soft kisses on his hair and on the sides of his face that showed deep understanding. He was loved and it was melting his heart into goo.
He didn’t doubt Yunho, not one bit. He knew how much the other wanted him and the amount of love shared between them, but seeing Yunho hold back like that was painful. Therefore no matter how manipulative the idea seemed, he was going to use Yunho’s feelings to his advantage. Sure he felt guilty, but there was no way he was going to let the situation take control and ruin the special relationship between him and the love of his life. Yunho wanted it as much as he did, and he was sure of that. Just a little more push was all the man needed.
“Come on Yunnie, we’ve broken enough rules already. Why not a couple more?” Jaejoong insisted.
“I forgot how persistent you could be,” Yunho laughed quietly, puffing warm air on Jaejoong’s scalp.
“Is that a yes?” One could hope, but-
“Still a no.”
…and that was Jaejoong’s cue.
“You’re actually turning me down?” He snapped back flatly.
“Fine then, suit yourself.” Jaejoong pulled away, climbing to the back seat.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from you.”
“Baby-“
“Don’t baby me, you prude bastard,” Jaejoong hissed in contempt, pausing a moment before continuing his way to the rear of the car.
Yunho winced. Here we go again.
“Jaejoong, baby, “ he grabbed Jaejoong by the hips, pulling the fair man to his lap before he could flee. “C’mere, don’t be mad,” he cooed sweetly, showering Jaejoong’s face with sweet, butterfly kisses.
“Let me go,” he wiggled, but failed to escape Yunho’s firm hold on his waist. He continued trying to worm his way out, but instead bumped his side on the steering wheel.
“Ow~!” Jaejoong yelped, stilling to rub his aching hip.
“Tch,” Yunho clicked his tongue in disapproval. “See? Now stay still. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Then get your prude hands off me, you prick!” Jaejoong glared at Yunho while nursing the sore patch of skin. He was seated bridal style on Yunho’s lap. His legs were stretched out sideways, resting on the empty passenger seat he previously occupied.
“Stop calling me that,” Yunho snapped.
It was always like this between him and Jaejoong. They bickered whenever they reach their temper point. They drove each other crazy and annoyed each other like hell. But that wasn’t enough to surmount the unique connection that bound them together; their love was just so intense that one equally felt incomplete without the other.
“Stop calling you what? A prude, or a prick?” Jaejoong said stubbornly, challenging his annoyed boyfriend.
“I said stop,” Yunho hissed coldly. “I’m warning you.”
“And what are you going to do, huh?” Jaejoong turned to face Yunho, shifting his position so his legs were now on either side of the resisting party-namely, Yunho and his dick.
“Run to daddy like the cry baby you are?” They were so close that if Jaejoong were to move an inch forward, the obvious bulge in their pants would touch.
Now it was Yunho’s turn to glare. “Jaejoong,” he said his name in an acid tone but ironically with so much affection in it. His hot breath was caressing Jaejoong’s lips. Those red, soft flesh that he never could get enough of.
“Don’t… tempt me.” Yunho breathed.
They stared in silence, eyes now steaming with anger… and lust.
“Then stop making this hard for me, Yunnie,” Jaejoong finally leaned in closer, giving Yunho’s lower lip a lingering lick. His alluring mouth then ghosted towards Yunho’s ear, a pinkish tongue darting out to play with the soft fleshy part of it. “Please, baby. I need you right now,” his voice was husky, almost like a purr.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Yunho whispered back softly, his breath sending dribbles of tingling sensation to Jaejoong’s sensitive spots. Yunho’s face nuzzled to the pale man’s touch in reflex; eyes closing acknowledging defeat. His defense was crumbling.
“Doing… what?” Jaejoong moaned at the sensation, then stared Yunho with his round eyes, feigning innocence.
“You’re cruel, you know that?” Yunho nipped on Jaejoong’s neck, pulling the small man closer, their groins finally touching.
Jaejoong hummed, trailing light kisses along Yunho’s jawline, not able to form words at the feel of Yunho’s lump against his own.
“You know how much I can’t resist when you get all feisty like that,” Yunho was now unzipping Jaejoong’s hoodie, then tugging at the shirt underneath, pulling it over Jaeoong’s head. And as soon as those perky nipples were exposed, his mouth immediately sucked on it, making the pale man whimper in delight.
Jaejoong smiled wickedly as his fingers laced through Yunho’s soft brown locks, pressing his chest harder against the probing mouth.
“Idiot,” Yunho grunted, briefly stopping from sucking the other’s nipple to capture the sweetness of Jaejoong’s lips. “You planned this, didn’t you?” He complained sensing Jaejoong’s silent cheer of triumph.
“Gullible, fool,” Jaejoong chuckled, only to halt midway. His face softened upon locking eyes with Yunho for it was oozing with so much warmth; he wanted to just stare at them forever. He lightly ran a finger along Yunho’s cheek, the other closing his eyes, smiling upon the tender touch. It felt really nice.
“I love you so much, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered, gently pressing his lips on the redness of Jaejoong’s lips.
Softly, Yunho pressed one kiss after another sending shivers to Jaejoong’s spine. It was so romantic that he was lightly gripping on Yunho’s shoulder as the gentleness was making him unsteady. Jaejoong smiled, pulling Yunho into an embrace, biting his lip as a wayward tear threatened to fall. He wanted to cry, but he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong for the both of them.
“Baby, just this once, let’s be free from all this,” Jaejoong begged, holding Yunho’s hand between his, tenderly pressing his lips on the slightly calloused skin.
“Make love to me, Yunho.”-And that was the push Yunho needed.
Part 2 >>
Pairing: YunJae
Length: One-Shot
Rating: NC 17
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary:
Yunho likes what he sees in the rearview mirror. YunJae car smex.
** click on links for Illustrations.
Disclaimer: These manga scans are from Sensitive Pornograph.
Credit goes to the rightful artist. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
It was 10:00 in the evening when Yunho and Jaejoong decided to take their usual-or used to be usual-trip to the Han River. However cold it was that night, Jaejoong insisted they needed this time off and alone time together. For after all that’s been happening lately, even a quick coffee date was an unrealistic thing to do.
They were parked in a shaded area hoping for a little privacy. They’ve always wanted to isolate themselves like this; away from the spotlight, away from the buzzing crowd of the city-but considering they were in one of the most public of public places in Seoul, the idea itself just wasn't possible. It didn't hurt to try, though.
“Baby, are you cold?” Yunho asked, head peeking down at the soft feature snuggling to his chest-who faintly shook his head at the question.
“Can we stay a bit longer, Yunnie?”
“mmm,” Yunho hummed in compliance, stroking a mesh of dark hair that brushed against his neck. “But aren’t you getting cold?” His free hand trailed down Jaejoong’s arm until it reached the other’s soft, pale fingers, intertwining them with his.
“Not really,” Jaejoong shrugged, drowning the soft hum of clashing metal as their Cartier rings rubbed against each other. “But uh, we can warm each other up,” he grinned, showing his cute small teeth that Yunho adored so much.
“Do you want hot coffee? There’s a coffee shop nearby…” Yunho paused. Yes, of course. They couldn’t just go buy coffee like normal people do.
“It’s fine, Yunnie,” Jaejoong comforted, he knew what the other was thinking. They could not be seen together in public to play up the story line; they’re supposedly divided now. He mentally sneered at that thought. “Besides, what I need isn’t coffee. I meant a different kind of warming up,” He grinned again, leaning to Yunho for a quick kiss.
“Oh,” Yunho chuckled. “Are you proposing sex?”
“I was aiming for a more romantic approach,” he laughed, “but yeah, that works, too.”
Yunho bit on Jaejoong’s lower lip, tenderly cupping the pale face with the back of his hand. "You have no idea how much I want to right now, but-”
“Of course there’s always a but,” Jaejoong mumbled, almost impossible to hear.
Yunho sighed. “You know we can’t, baby. It’s too risky.”
Yunho was a little wary-if not a little too much. Because at the rate of how the lawsuit controversy was going, some crazy paparazzi could have sneakily followed them there. And with the high probability of being tailed was really putting him on edge.
“Why not?” Jaejoong huffed. “There’s no one around-“ Yunho raised an eyebrow at that, so he continued with “Okay, maybe there are a few people around,” with a pout. “I’m sure they won’t notice,” He pleaded, tugging on Yunho’s arm then gingerly guided the other’s long tanned fingers to his aching private.
“Yunnie, I’m hard.”
Jaejoong did have a point since the windows were heavily tinted, even the front window screen. And the crowd was also starting to thin out as well since it was dropping a few degrees colder outside. So no one would really notice unless someone tried to break into the car.
Except, Yunho just wasn’t too keen of the idea.
Yunho retracted his hand as if the touch of Jaejoong’s stiffness had burned. The pale man tried to look away but Yunho didn’t miss the obvious hurt in his eyes, so he held the other’s flustered face between his palms, and planted another kiss on those plump cherry lips.
“Oh Joongie, it’s not like that,” Yunho explained, cringing at the thought of Jaejoong misinterpreting his action. No, he couldn’t bear the idea of Jaejoong thinking that he didn’t want him anymore.
“Please try to understand, baby. It’s dangerous enough we’re out here together… in the middle of the night.”
Jaejoong’s shoulder slumped. “Don’t you want me anymore?” Jaejoong had to admit it was a low blow. But he was desperate, okay?
And there it is, Yunho thought.
“Please don’t pull that card on me,” he slightly pulled away from Jaejoong, sighing in exasperation. “That isn’t fair, Joongie. Don’t doubt me like that.” he said in a hush tone with traces of pain in it.
“I know… I know, baby. I’m sorry,” Jaejoong said apologetically, leaning across from the passenger seat, pulling Yunho back to him. He was nuzzling his nose in the crook of the other’s neck when he felt soft kisses on his hair and on the sides of his face that showed deep understanding. He was loved and it was melting his heart into goo.
He didn’t doubt Yunho, not one bit. He knew how much the other wanted him and the amount of love shared between them, but seeing Yunho hold back like that was painful. Therefore no matter how manipulative the idea seemed, he was going to use Yunho’s feelings to his advantage. Sure he felt guilty, but there was no way he was going to let the situation take control and ruin the special relationship between him and the love of his life. Yunho wanted it as much as he did, and he was sure of that. Just a little more push was all the man needed.
“Come on Yunnie, we’ve broken enough rules already. Why not a couple more?” Jaejoong insisted.
“I forgot how persistent you could be,” Yunho laughed quietly, puffing warm air on Jaejoong’s scalp.
“Is that a yes?” One could hope, but-
“Still a no.”
…and that was Jaejoong’s cue.
“You’re actually turning me down?” He snapped back flatly.
“Fine then, suit yourself.” Jaejoong pulled away, climbing to the back seat.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from you.”
“Baby-“
“Don’t baby me, you prude bastard,” Jaejoong hissed in contempt, pausing a moment before continuing his way to the rear of the car.
Yunho winced. Here we go again.
“Jaejoong, baby, “ he grabbed Jaejoong by the hips, pulling the fair man to his lap before he could flee. “C’mere, don’t be mad,” he cooed sweetly, showering Jaejoong’s face with sweet, butterfly kisses.
“Let me go,” he wiggled, but failed to escape Yunho’s firm hold on his waist. He continued trying to worm his way out, but instead bumped his side on the steering wheel.
“Ow~!” Jaejoong yelped, stilling to rub his aching hip.
“Tch,” Yunho clicked his tongue in disapproval. “See? Now stay still. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Then get your prude hands off me, you prick!” Jaejoong glared at Yunho while nursing the sore patch of skin. He was seated bridal style on Yunho’s lap. His legs were stretched out sideways, resting on the empty passenger seat he previously occupied.
“Stop calling me that,” Yunho snapped.
It was always like this between him and Jaejoong. They bickered whenever they reach their temper point. They drove each other crazy and annoyed each other like hell. But that wasn’t enough to surmount the unique connection that bound them together; their love was just so intense that one equally felt incomplete without the other.
“Stop calling you what? A prude, or a prick?” Jaejoong said stubbornly, challenging his annoyed boyfriend.
“I said stop,” Yunho hissed coldly. “I’m warning you.”
“And what are you going to do, huh?” Jaejoong turned to face Yunho, shifting his position so his legs were now on either side of the resisting party-namely, Yunho and his dick.
“Run to daddy like the cry baby you are?” They were so close that if Jaejoong were to move an inch forward, the obvious bulge in their pants would touch.
Now it was Yunho’s turn to glare. “Jaejoong,” he said his name in an acid tone but ironically with so much affection in it. His hot breath was caressing Jaejoong’s lips. Those red, soft flesh that he never could get enough of.
“Don’t… tempt me.” Yunho breathed.
They stared in silence, eyes now steaming with anger… and lust.
“Then stop making this hard for me, Yunnie,” Jaejoong finally leaned in closer, giving Yunho’s lower lip a lingering lick. His alluring mouth then ghosted towards Yunho’s ear, a pinkish tongue darting out to play with the soft fleshy part of it. “Please, baby. I need you right now,” his voice was husky, almost like a purr.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Yunho whispered back softly, his breath sending dribbles of tingling sensation to Jaejoong’s sensitive spots. Yunho’s face nuzzled to the pale man’s touch in reflex; eyes closing acknowledging defeat. His defense was crumbling.
“Doing… what?” Jaejoong moaned at the sensation, then stared Yunho with his round eyes, feigning innocence.
“You’re cruel, you know that?” Yunho nipped on Jaejoong’s neck, pulling the small man closer, their groins finally touching.
Jaejoong hummed, trailing light kisses along Yunho’s jawline, not able to form words at the feel of Yunho’s lump against his own.
“You know how much I can’t resist when you get all feisty like that,” Yunho was now unzipping Jaejoong’s hoodie, then tugging at the shirt underneath, pulling it over Jaeoong’s head. And as soon as those perky nipples were exposed, his mouth immediately sucked on it, making the pale man whimper in delight.
Jaejoong smiled wickedly as his fingers laced through Yunho’s soft brown locks, pressing his chest harder against the probing mouth.
“Idiot,” Yunho grunted, briefly stopping from sucking the other’s nipple to capture the sweetness of Jaejoong’s lips. “You planned this, didn’t you?” He complained sensing Jaejoong’s silent cheer of triumph.
“Gullible, fool,” Jaejoong chuckled, only to halt midway. His face softened upon locking eyes with Yunho for it was oozing with so much warmth; he wanted to just stare at them forever. He lightly ran a finger along Yunho’s cheek, the other closing his eyes, smiling upon the tender touch. It felt really nice.
“I love you so much, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered, gently pressing his lips on the redness of Jaejoong’s lips.
Softly, Yunho pressed one kiss after another sending shivers to Jaejoong’s spine. It was so romantic that he was lightly gripping on Yunho’s shoulder as the gentleness was making him unsteady. Jaejoong smiled, pulling Yunho into an embrace, biting his lip as a wayward tear threatened to fall. He wanted to cry, but he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong for the both of them.
“Baby, just this once, let’s be free from all this,” Jaejoong begged, holding Yunho’s hand between his, tenderly pressing his lips on the slightly calloused skin.
“Make love to me, Yunho.”-And that was the push Yunho needed.
Part 2 >>