Whale Hunting - Chapter 12 [Final]
Title: Whale Hunting
Pairing: YunJae
Length: 12/12
Genre: Road trip, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ...quirky!Jae xD
Disclaimer: This fic is named after Song Changsik’s song “Whale Hunting”. The plot has been inspired by this song, and also slightly by a number of Korean films from different decades.
Summary: Yunho left Seoul for the sole reason of getting rid of his friends, but instead he gains himself a new one.
And a dog. Yes, let’s not forget about the dog.
Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Epilogue
Chapter 12
The moment they stop their car on a small roadside next to the twins’, Yunho climbs out and rushes to the backdoor; Jaejoong has barely managed to clamber out after the dog when he is enveloped in a surprise hug. His other hand gets caught between them, fingers curled against Yunho’s strong shoulder, his other hand sneaking inside the younger’s hoodie, smoothing his palm against the small of Yunho’s back.
“Yah, how do you think I’m ever going to successfully mislead Yoochun if you act like this,” Jaejoong mumbles against Yunho’s neck but in contrary to his words, he makes no attempt of breaking out of the embrace.
“My hugs are highly coveted in Seoul, you know my friends will fight each other for one,” Yunho answers jokingly, sliding his hand over Jaejoong’s shoulder so that his body is completely encircled by Yunho’s arm. “Just take it, you’ll never know when you can get the next one.”
“Well they may keep fighting because I might just have to monopolise your hugs if they’re always this nice,” Jaejoong answers, half-serious, and Yunho smiles against his ear, pressing a careful, secretive kiss behind it.
“Yah! Hyung! What are you guys doing there, hugging next to my car like it’s the judgement day,” Changmin hollers at them, and they break off, their eyes meeting, and then, Jaejoong cannot help but to look down as an extremely uncharacteristic moment of shyness takes over him. Yunho stares at Jaejoong as the other tries to mask it, raising his head almost immediately to look at Changmin and starting to march towards the young man sitting on the ground with a plastic bag of boiled chestnuts on his lap.
It takes Yunho a moment to follow him, the timid glint in Jaejoong’s eyes as he averts his gaze powerful enough to freeze him to his spot for a moment. He takes a few deep, calming breaths before stepping closer to the others. Jaejoong has already reached them, flopping down between Changmin and Junsu, arousing loud protestation as his actions require both to scoot over in order to give way to him. He ruffles Changmin’s hair and turns around to snatch a chestnut Junsu has just finished peeling from his hand, plopping it in his own mouth with a smug smile as he faces more astounded, annoyed objections from both sides.
Yunho smiles. By now he has gotten a hunch about Jaejoong’s habit of creating commotion to hide his own emotions. The more he tries to impress someone, the more he talks; and the more flustered he is, the more he goes around bothering his dongsaengs. To Yunho’s eyes, it’s very transparent, although he has to admit it’s not quite as transparent as his own habit of blushing and sputtering.
To hell with it, he decides and squeezes himself between Jaejoong and Changmin, aggravating the poor maknae even further.
~0~0~0~
As a group of adventurous young men, it takes Junho only a few sentences before he manages to convince everyone to sleep outside, with sudden determination invading him after he hears that Yoochun and Changmin actually have a tent with them in Changmin’s car.
However, the tent is only for four people; and it takes Yoochun an even shorter time to convince everyone that Yunho and Jaejoong are the ones who are to be left outside, especially after he hears they already have experience of sleeping inside a car, having spent one night in Yunho’s car after it broke down.
Yunho thanks god his own car had indeed broken because if it hadn’t, they might be sleeping inside it again and Yunho wants to experience the excruciating neck pain preferably never again. At least Changmin’s car has a boot and they are able to lower the backseats down, creating them a space almost the size of a small double bed.
At least that’s what Changmin had told them. Yunho hasn’t really been able to examine the matter yet because the moment he opens the backdoor, Jaejoong is behind him, pushing him in and clambering inside after the younger man before he slams the door shut.
Yunho tries to settle on the seat, turning around to face Jaejoong who is looking at him with a bright smile on his face, his hands tensed, resting on his denim-covered thighs. Yunho beckons him over, and after a few minutes of uncomfortable twisting and arranging, they manage to find a fairly comfortable position with Jaejoong half-lying on top of Yunho, leaning against his chest.
His fingers are travelling along the zipper of Yunho’s hoodie, every now and then pulling at the fastener, zipping it open and back up. There is hardly any conversation; all of Yunho’s attention goes to the silken strands of Jaejoong’s hair in front of his face, Jaejoong’s wandering fingertips, and the boner he’s trying to repress, stubbornly trying to push its way through the front of his jeans.
It’s not long before Jaejoong notices it too as he adjusts his position, and he chortles, his fingers sliding down to cup Yunho’s crotch. The younger man sighs, shifting uncomfortably as his manhood perks up at the sudden attention it’s getting.
“You’re pretty enthusiastic, aren’t you Yunho-yah,” Jaejoong laughs, and Yunho feels a familiar warmth creeping up his neck as he remembers it’s not the first time Jaejoong catches him sporting a nice erection.
“Well, you did leave me with the grandest case of blue balls in the history of mankind the other night in Wonju,” he answers uncomfortably and slightly embarrassed, trying to defend his overflowing sex drive.
Jaejoong’s sniggering stops abruptly.
“No fucking way in hell,” he breathes out, as he tilts his head up to stare Yunho in the eye, searching for the truth there. “I had hoped I did it in the bathroom…when I woke up naked and with my underwear…soiled…”
Yunho laughs, glad that the situation has changed to his advantage.
“Nope mister, I had the pleasure of witnessing your private moment right from the other side of the room,” he states joyfully, images of Jaejoong’s aroused actions appearing inside his head as if on cue.
Jaejoong groans, burying his face onto Yunho’s stomach, his hand still lying on top of Yunho’s crotch.
“You could have done something!” he accuses, his voice stifled against the soft cotton fabric of Yunho’s hoodie. “This is so fucking embarrassing!”
“What did you want me to do, get up and walk over to you, ‘Hey Jaejoong would you please go finish your jerking off in the bathroom, I want to sleep’?” Yunho chuckles and bends down to kiss the top of Jaejoong’s head. “It was a nice show, if that’s of any comfort. I had a very hard time falling asleep after that.”
“Fucker,” Jaejoong growls, face still hidden. Then his hand starts rubbing over Yunho’s boner, fingers sliding further between his legs with every rub. “But, I’m kind of guilty for this prolonged state of arousal you’re in, aren’t I… So I guess I’ll have to take responsibility and help you resolve this problem.”
He finally looks up and the smile on his face makes Yunho gulp. When Jaejoong shifts in order to release his other arm from underneath his own body, Yunho takes hold of the older man’s chin before he can actually manage to open his fly, catching his mouth in a kiss.
Jaejoong’s position is really awkward, his neck craning upwards, and Yunho realises this so he releases him soon. Jaejoong licks his lips profusely, his eyes heated and gleaming before he lowers them back down, swiftly unbuttoning Yunho’s fly and zipping it open. His slightly cool fingers slip past the waistline of Yunho’s boxers and fumble with his cock for a moment before Yunho lifts his hips in order to push his jeans and underwear down. Jaejoong keeps his hold on the younger man’s cock as it comes out from underneath the fabric, straining in his hands. Yunho is torn. On the other hand he really wants to close his eyes and let the heat explode inside his body, reaching every corner of him; but on the other hand, Jaejoong looking intently down at his crotch, his white hands against Yunho’s flaring boner is the sexiest sight he has ever seen, serving only to multiply the pleasure overwhelming him with every stroke of Jaejoong’s fingers.
Jaejoong fists his cock firmly, hands moving up and down on his length in the exact same manner Yunho has seen them moving on the man’s own cock before, and he really wants to see it again, the pale expanse of the other’s skin. The handjob he’s receiving is fulfilling, but he doesn't want to be in the receiving end only. He wants to touch Jaejoong as well.
“Yunho-yah… Let’s fuck, eh?”
Yunho can barely believe the crude manner the suggestion escapes Jaejoong’s mouth but he’s far beyond caring. The other man’s voice is trembling, not with sadness or fear, not with anger, but with excitement and even nervousness.
He puts his hands over Jaejoong’s, stilling his movement, and sits up properly, pulling Jaejoong up with him. He kisses the man, finally able to do so properly, and Jaejoong hands snake around his neck, gripping onto his hair.
“My pleasure, baby whale,” he breathes out between their open-mouthed kisses, and then he places his hands on Jaejoong’s arms, detaching them from his neck before he zips his hoodie open and pulls it off his back, throwing the unwanted piece of clothing onto the front seat. He sees Jaejoong struggle with the quest of pulling his sweater off as the shirt has, as usual, got stuck over his head.
Yunho reaches for his duffel bag on the passenger seat, one knee on the backseat next to Jaejoong and one foot on the floor as he leans forward. When he rummages through his bag, his elbow accidentally knocks on a button in the instrument panel, turning the radio on, an obnoxiously loud trot song suddenly filling the car and startling both of them. Jaejoong bursts out laughing and finally manages get the sweater over his head, continuing swiftly onto his polo shirt. Yunho turns the radio off slightly awkwardly and after finding what he needs he turns back to Jaejoong, finding the man well on his way to shucking his denims off his skin. Yunho helps him a little, pulling at the trouser legs and discarding the piece of clothing on the floor. Jaejoong looks so beautiful, almost ethereal in the dim car, his pale skin in great contrast with the blackness of the seat he’s leaning against. Although Yunho has seen him naked before, clad only in his usual pair of briefs, it’s different from the time he picked a confused Jaejoong up from the roadside, or even from the time he saw him jerk off in the dark room.
This time Jaejoong is getting naked for him, and as a simple-minded specimen of the male sex, Yunho is extremely turned on by the fact.
He shifts to hover over Jaejoong, one knee still on the seat next to the older man’s legs. He places his hands on the backrest on both sides of Jaejoong’s head and leans to capture his mouth in yet another kiss. Jaejoong keens as Yunho lowers one of his hands, slipping it swiftly inside Jaejoong’s briefs to touch him for the first time, coaxing him into full hardness. The older man’s hands are wandering under Yunho’s t-shirt, tugging it upwards on the man’s back until he backs off enough for Jaejoong to be able to pull it off over his head.
“Just the way I like my man,” Jaejoong’s eyes twinkle as his fingers slide over Yunho’s rather prominent chest down to his stomach, flat and taut but lacking the visible six pack covering his own belly. “The right amount of fat and muscle combined… A real man needs some mass!”
“Says the skinniest man I have ever had the pleasure of getting intimate with,” Yunho chuckles, eyes skimming over Jaejoong’s beautiful form. It’s clear that the man makes a lot of effort to retain such a toned appearance.
“Yah! I prefer the term, ‘slender’,” Jaejoong protests as Yunho sits back next to him, leaning his face towards him, mouthing the junction between his neck and shoulder. His palm skims over the other’s flat chest, stopping its leisurely movement when it bumps over a small, pebbled nipple. He caresses the nub with his thumb all the while kissing the sensitive skin on Jaejoong's neck with more tongue than lips, feeling his hastened pulse underneath his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby whale,” Yunho breathes against his skin, “you’re just the way I like my man too.”
He places a chaste peck on the other’s thin skin before sitting upright, opening the fist he has been holding a pack of condoms and a white tube of lube in the whole time. Struggling to open the newly bought cardboard box, he wonders how it looks to Jaejoong that he has all the necessities ready for use in his bag. It’s normal for a man to carry condoms around, right? He has a few friends who carry them even in their wallets, no matter how tacky it has always seemed to Yunho. So condoms are a normal thing. But for a gay man, lube is just a part of the equation, right, it wouldn’t make him seem like player or anything in Jaejoong’s eyes, he wonders and manages to finally open the small, light blue cardboard box, fishing one condom from inside it.
“Why are you so nervous, Yunho-yah,” Jaejoong asks, taking the foil package from the younger man’s shaking hands, using his teeth to rip it open. “You had a boyfriend before, right?”
“Yeah,” Yunho groans as Jaejoong turns and starts rolling the rubber over his cock.
“Well then, I’m the one here who hasn’t gone all the way before, so collect yourself,” Jaejoong says, trying to appear as offhanded as possible.
“You haven’t?” Yunho breathes out, almost panicking immediately. So now he’s supposed to make it a perfect first time too?
“Yeah,” Jaejoong answers but doesn’t meet Yunho’s eyes, and despite his steady tone of voice, his flickering gaze doesn’t escape Yunho’s eyes. He can see right through the other’s faked nonchalance.
“Ha-ha, I think I’m not the only nervous one here,” he laughs breathily, hooking his fingers over the waistline of Jaejoong’s briefs. “Let’s get these off you!”
While he rolls a condom on Jaejoong, the other’s hitching breath coming out more and more erratically, Yunho reckons he needs to bring up the question.
“So you don’t, umm, you know,” he starts but Jaejoong answers him immediately by clambering over to straddle his lap the moment Yunho finishes with the condom.
“No, I don’t know,” he says and cards his fingers through Yunho’s hair, forcing the man to tilt his head backwards as he kisses him square on the mouth. Yunho hands fly to Jaejoong’s perky behind, kneading the firm cheeks and before he can control himself, his hands have already specified his question to Jaejoong the way his fingertips stroke along the cleft until they find their target, rubbing over the hidden entrance. Jaejoong releases his mouth, letting out a soft moan and flopping his head on Yunho shoulder, kissing his skin intensely.
“-don't mind bottoming,” Yunho manages to get out, so aroused his eyesight is starting to get hazy. Jaejoong shakes his head against the other’s neck, and with the silent agreement, Yunho pushes him slightly backwards on his lap before lowering him onto the car seat. Jaejoong’s hands slide from his hair to encircle his neck, and he pulls Yunho down for another kiss before the younger man withdraws, feeling about the seat until he finds the lube. When he turns back to Jaejoong, the other’s twisted arm knocks against his chin, the collision of his face with Jaejoong’s bony elbow making a nasty clanking noise and consequently making him bump the top of his head against the ceiling as he jerks back. Before he can even decide which spot hurts more, Jaejoong’s arms have pulled him down again, hasty lips kissing his jaw as apologies pour over them.
“Oh the man who accidentally hit the sexy one is so sorry, he wasn’t even looking he was just trying to rea-”
“Oh man, if you so much as consider fucking narrating this I promise I will… I don’t even know what I will do to you,” Yunho threatens, cutting Jaejoong’s word-vomit short, and feels the other’s smile against his neck. A wet tongue laps at his Adam’s apple but before he can drown in the feeling, he withdraws slightly again to kick off the jeans that have been hanging from his leg for the whole time. Placing one foot firmly on the car floor and one knee on the other side of Jaejoong’s hips, he stares at the man lying down between his legs, one arm twisted over his head and one lying over his heart as if trying to calm the racing organ.
“Turn over, it hurts a lot less that way,” he pants out, grabbing Jaejoong’s hip to help him get on his knees.
“Speaking out of our own experience, aren’t we now,” Jaejoong tries to joke as he turns around, but then he feels a generous amount of cool gel getting unceremoniously dumped on his ass and when Yunho’s slick middle finger enters his hole, he jerks forward with a silent groan. He places a forearm horizontally against the car window frame, resting his forehead on it in order to prevent his head from knocking against the window.
“This is still fine, right?” Yunho pants, unable to take his eyes off the way his finger disappears into the small, furled opening as he pumps it back and forth, slowly, trying to let Jaejoong get used to the feeling. His other hand sneaks between the other man’s legs, inching them slightly further apart, caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
“Yeah, oh fuck-” Jaejoong moans unabashedly.
Yunho spreads his butt cheeks with his other hand, adding in his ring finger and finally his little finger, pumping the three digits in and out until he simply cannot take it anymore. Jaejoong is clenching around his fingers, and Yunho cannot tell if he’s doing it on purpose just to tease him or if it’s just his inner muscles spasming, but whichever the case his cock is hanging heavily between his legs, begging for attention with every shudder travelling through his body.
Jaejoong’s breathing is completely erratic, a louder gasp and occasionally a moan escaping his lips when Yunho’s fingers brush against a certain spot on his inner walls.
“Okay, I’m getting in now,” Yunho pants, grabbing his cock to align it with Jaejoong’s entrance. He leans forward, bending his upper body over Jaejoong’s back glistening with sweat, and then, with a careful hand, guides himself into the other, pressing in steadily. The bulbous head of his cock breaches the outer ring of muscle, and he gains leverage, pushing in centimetre by centimetre.
“Ah! Ah, Yunho-yah, stop,” Jaejoong cries out suddenly, and Yunho stops immediately, worried he has managed to hurt Jaejoong. He pulls back and moulds his chest against the other’s back, circling one arm around the other’s heaving ribcage and supporting himself up with the other.
“You all right, baby whale?” he whispers into Jaejoong’s ear, kissing the lobe tenderly.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong says, swallowing, his panting so quick Yunho feels concerned if he’s even getting enough oxygen in. He wouldn’t want Jaejoong to faint on him right now.
“Just relax,” Yunho murmurs, nibbling on his ear and kissing the skin behind it, lips traveling to the middle of his neck to mouth each rise of his spine separately. He continues kissing Jaejoong’s nape until he relaxes a little. The hand Jaejoong has against the car window in such a tight fist his knuckles have turned white opens, each finger splaying against the coolness of the glass.
Yunho lays his cheek on Jaejoong’s back, right on top of his heart and listens to its hurried but now steadied beat as he wriggles his fingers back inside Jaejoong. He kisses Jaejoong’s shoulder blade and then prepares for a second try, directing himself to Jaejoong’s entrance again, penetrating the painfully tight ring of muscle.
This time, Jaejoong doesn’t protest, and slowly, Yunho starts moving his hips against Jaejoong’s. His other arm meets the car seat for support, but the other, he sneaks under Jaejoong’s belly, trailing his fingers down until they meet Jaejoong’s condom-covered cock. To his delight, the other is still rock-hard, and he starts fisting him, only hoping he’s feeling as much pleasure as he himself is.
Snug against Jaejoong back, sweat drops rolling down his temple, Yunho latches his mouth onto Jaejoong’s neck. He continues jerking off the other man whose moans are starting to get louder and more and more frequent. His hips are gaining speed, snapping back and forth with forceful vigour as he ruts against the other’s behind, his cock sliding back and forth inside the iron grip of Jaejoong’s tunnel.
“You- you close?” he stammers against the other’s neck as Jaejoong’s hand suddenly joins his on his cock. Yunho leaves the length itself to the older man, reaching his hand backwards between Jaejoong’s legs, rubbing his fingers against his perineum, rolling his balls on his palm. Jaejoong doesn’t answer, moaning loudly, and Yunho can feel his own climax approaching, a tentative tingle spreading from his loins and flaring up his stomach.
Then he’s coming; his movement turns completely erratic, and opposed to the increasing speed before, his hips slow down as his release pours over with a few deep, thorough thrusts. He groans aloud, moaning softly into the damp hair on Jaejoong’s nape. He can feel the other’s hand still flying over his cock and helps the best he can. In a few moments, Jaejoong reaches his high too and comes with the familiar string of high-pitched gasps.
They stay still for a moment even though Yunho can feel Jaejoong’s skinny thighs trembling with exertion under him.
“…Fuck,” Jaejoong huffs out finally, making Yunho chuckle against his nape.
“That, we did,” he answers and backs out a little in order to release the smaller man from underneath him. He pulls out but when Jaejoong has enough space, he simply flops down on the car seat, straightening his legs the best he can. Before Yunho has time to sit up Jaejoong catches the younger man’s arms and tugs at them, pulling him down on top of himself. When he’s completely flattened on the seat under Yunho’s greater weight, he sighs, satisfied. Yunho lifts his hips in order to pull his condom off, but Jaejoong immediately mistakes it as a sign he’s getting up and protests loudly.
“Yah! Lie still for a moment!”
“I’m just taking the condom off!” Yunho retorts, managing to slip it off, and he relaxes his hips again, his limp cock settling down snug between Jaejoong’s butt cheeks.
“You’re so weird, baby whale,” Yunho mutters, his heartbeat and breathing finally calming down. His back feels clammy and cool but the body underneath him is keeping him warm enough. “How can you be so comfortable under something so heavy, it’s just the same as this morning with the dog-”
“Oh would you please not talk about the dog right after we’ve had sex!” Jaejoong exclaims, pulling Yunho’s hand that is resting next to his face closer, placing one of the fingers in his mouth to bite on it affectionately.
“Fine, fine! Calm down, dude,” Yunho says and continues lying on top of Jaejoong obediently, one leg hanging down from the edge of the seat, other bent against the wall. He tugs his finger out of Jaejoong’s mouth and uses his hand to card it through Jaejoong’s damp hair instead.
“It’s just, it feels like I’m anchored down,” Jaejoong explains after a moment. “It feels like I’m safely here and not going anywhere.”
“All right… but I’m getting cold,” Yunho whines and raises his head to blow warm air into Jaejoong’s ear. The other squirms underneath him, scrunching up his face. “I can continue anchoring you down after we put some clothes on and lower the backseats so that we have some space too… Isn’t this cramped seat extremely uncomfortable for you?”
“…Maybe a little,” Jaejoong admits and Yunho has to chuckle again. He presses a soft kiss on Jaejoong’s nape for the nth time during the same evening before getting up.
They clean each other up the best they can before dressing themselves and setting their makeshift bed on the lowered car seats, settling down quite comfortably. Yunho cannot help but to wonder why on earth they couldn’t just do it before they decided to have sex.
Both are lying on their sides, lethargic and a little sleepy, facing each other in a loose embrace.
“Thank god for the blackened windows of this car,” Yunho comments suddenly and Jaejoong bursts out into uncontrollable chortles, a drop of his spit landing on Yunho cheek. He doesn’t mind much, calmly wiping it off with his palm before demonstratively rubbing it against the laughing man’s shirt. The other makes a face at him and starts calming down slightly, until some other amusing thought crosses his mind, making his giggle fit start anew.
“Ha-ha! Never thought my first time would be on the backseat of a car with a person I’ve known for like, what, three days!”
“Heh if you put it like that it does sound quite…wait you’re not going to cry are you?!” Yunho asks, raising his head and propping himself up slightly, disbelieving when he sees alarming moisture matting over Jaejoong’s eyes as his giggles gradually transform into something akin to small sobs.
“Well what can I do I happen to be an emotional person unlike some robots I know…! Not gonna cry anymore though. The tear ship has sailed,” Jaejoong defies, closing his eyes determinedly as he fights his emotions. Yunho snorts and settles back down, placing his hand over Jaejoong’s temple to stroke his hair.
“…Idiot.”
“No, you’re the fucking idiot. Never thought you could be such an insensitive bastard you fucker, wait yes I did, that time when you called me a fag, okay I know you didn’t actually but I thought you did so it totally counts-”
“Will you lay off the swearing for a second, I’m trying to have a moment here,” Yunho demands, flicking the side of Jaejoong’s head lightly with the hand he had previously been caressing his hair with.
“Why don’t you take over and talk dirty for me then,” Jaejoong suggests with a sly smile, opening his eyes to stare at Yunho.
Yunho sighs, draping his arms around Jaejoong to press the man’s face against his collarbone in hopes the other would finally quieten. “I really wish you would just shut up for a while and let me hold you.”
“Truly a man of action, not words,” Jaejoong tries to tease but when Yunho just wordlessly tightens his hold he cannot help but to bury his face further onto the younger man’s chest, feeling a little overwhelmed again.
“I think it’s no wonder at all that all your friends require your presence when they need comfort though… Your hugs are the best Yunho-yah,” Jaejoong mumbles against him, hitching his hand higher on Yunho’s back, clutching onto the soft material of his worn out t-shirt.
“Shut up already,” Yunho smiles into Jaejoong’s hair and finally gets what he wants; a few moments of calm and peace, with Jaejoong in his embrace.
~0~0~0~
Yunho wakes up to the incessant bleeping of his iPhone. Still slightly disoriented, he bounces up, just barely missing hitting his head on the ceiling before he remembers they are sleeping inside a car. He fumbles about their bed, searching for the annoying device. It’s still dark inside the car as they had set their alarm clock to ring half an hour before sunrise, so that they would have enough time to get up and drive to the beach.
He finally finds the phone and swipes the alarm clock off, then reaches forwards to turn on the light. When he turns back Jaejoong remains undisturbed, snoring softly, cocooned inside a blanket, having effectively stolen it wholly during the night. And just like he had described his sleeping habits to Yunho during their first half an hour together, the only part visible of him are his feet; his head and the mob of black hair are also neatly covered, only a small slit for breathing left between the mattress and the edge of the blanket in front of his face.
Yunho yawns wholeheartedly and scratches his stomach under his t-shirt before crawling over Jaejoong, elbows on both sides of his head. He peels the blanket off his head bit by bit, ignoring the tight grip Jaejoong’s fists have on the fabric. When Jaejoong’s head is finally wholly visible, he starts blowing warm air into his ear, delighting in the frown and squirming the ticklish sensation causes in the other man.
“Good morning, baby whale,” he mumbles against his ear but Jaejoong only hums softly, not bothering to even try opening his eyes. He continues blowing but as Jaejoong gradually grows more accustomed to the gust, he tries a different manner of approach, plunging his tongue right into Jaejoong’s ear canal. The man shrieks, jerking away from the intruding wetness, and feels around for the edge of the blanket, wanting to secure himself under it again.
“Get up, sleepy head! We have beaches to be and sunrises to see!” Yunho hollers and tears the whole blanket away from the other man who instantly rolls over to his back, twisting an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the light.
“Mmmh,” he answers but Yunho knows he’s awake from the way he’s trying to find Yunho’s body and kick him without looking. Sneakily, he grabs the ankle of Jaejoong’s searching foot and starts tickling his sole - only to be faced with bitter disappointment when the other man has almost no reaction at all.
“What the heck Jae! Your soles are not ticklish?” he exclaims astonished and sees Jaejoong’s lips curl into a smile under the arm thrown over his face. “Not fair,” he pouts.
The other man finally withdraws his arm and sits up, yawning as well and then suddenly sniffing around.
“It smells like sex in here,” he remarks, turning to squint at Yunho who chuckles deep in his throat at the observation.
“Gee, I wonder why,” he answers and throws Jaejoong’s denims at him. “Get dressed, we gotta get moving soon!”
Jaejoong accepts the piece of clothing reluctantly, grumbling while he starts dressing himself.
“Fuck, Changmin is going to kill me if he ever finds out what we did here…”
“Ha-ha, I’m pretty sure they all know already… The windows might be blackened but do you seriously think they could set up their tent ten metres from here and not notice what’s going on,” Yunho answers him, already half-way out of the door, tying his shoelaces.
“True,” Jaejoong agrees after a minute’s pondering, “I guess the real question here is how on earth Yoochun managed to keep Changmin from barging in on us.”
“I really don’t care, since he did manage,” Yunho says and after Jaejoong has managed to put on his sweater he pulls the other man out of the car, immediately wrapping his hand around Jaejoong’s shoulders and giving his temple a loud smacking kiss.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re really soppy the morning after,” Jaejoong mockingly complains but clenches his own hand onto the back of Yunho’s hoodie in any case.
“Dozens of people,” Yunho answers and relishes in the way Jaejoong stops dead in his tracks, turning his head to stare at Yunho with grave eyes, tugging his shirt down so that the collar rides up on the front, pressing onto the skin of Yunho’s neck.
“Exactly how many people have you had sex with?!” he demands and Yunho chuckles, rolling his eyes, but inwardly gushing as he has reached the goal he wanted to.
“I’m only kidding you, baby whale. To be quite truthful, I’ve slept with only three people before you, a freshman year crush of mine, my ex-boyfriend and… well another one, and my ex did always complain about my soppiness.”
“Hmmm,” Jaejoong answers dubiously, trying to imply his trust hasn’t yet been regained.
They walk over to the tent, and as Yunho zips it open, they’re faced with a sight of a peacefully slumbering quartet. Changmin is sleeping on the outermost left, limbs spread out like a starfish in his usual, space-demanding fashion. Junho is squeezed between him and his twin, having slid down from the way of Changmin’s limbs’ areal conquests.
A more interesting sight is the right side of the tent, with Yoochun’s face comically pressed against the canvas and Junsu spooning him from behind, an arm thrown over his side.
“Oh,” Jaejoong whispers, eyes wide as his brain quickly goes over everything that has happened during the last few days.
“I don’t feel like waking them up,” Yunho murmurs to him and tucks Jaejoong closer against his side. Jaejoong nods agreeing and points at the dog lying at the men’s feet, squinting up at them with an anticipatory look on its face.
“I think we should take that one with us though,” he whispers. When Yunho beckons for the dog, it promptly gets up, stepping over the fabric threshold of the tent before Yunho zips the door back up.
“I guess they forgot to set their alarm clocks,” Jaejoong observes after they have walked back to the car, the dog following closely behind the two men, sniffing around in the chilly early morning weather.
“Yeah I guess so… They can just go later or try again tomorrow morning. Do you think we can still take Changmin’s car?” Yunho enquires, eyeing the vehicle with contemplation. Jaejoong yawns widely before rubbing a lazy fist over his eyes.
“Nah, I don’t believe for a second Changmin won’t wake up if we start his car and try to drive off without him,” he answers Yunho, still sounding a little sleepy. “We could walk. I want to wake up properly anyway before we reach the beach.”
“It’ll take us at least an hour if we walk to the shore from here, baby whale,” Yunho warns him, “and the sun will be already high up by that time.”
“I don’t care,” Jaejoong states and turns to smile up at Yunho. “We can also try again tomorrow morning, you know.”
So, they walk through the empty outskirts of the city, meeting barely any people at the early hour. The sky gets lighter by the minute and when they finally reach the sea, it’s already quite bright, the sun well over the horizon.
The dog has shown keen interest even before Yunho and Jaejoong are able to hear the sea, but the moment the roaring waves come into sight, it takes off, running down a sandy path lined with yellow, rustling hay.
“Maybe we should name that thing,” Jaejoong comments offhandedly. Even if his outstretched hand is pointing towards the dog running amok on the sand, barking at the waves like a mad dog, Yunho is not sure if he’s talking about the animal, or the feeling that clenches Yunho’s heart in an iron grip when Jaejoong’s other hand seeks his seemingly unconsciously.
“Maybe later,” he answers, not ready to express it with words just yet. He intertwines their fingers and tucks their linked hands against the small of Jaejoong’s back, prodding him to step forward. Jaejoong turns his head to flash him a smile and leads them down the path. They sit down as soon as the sand begins and pet the dog for a moment when it jogs to them to sniff at their faces before returning to its brave combat against every seventh bigger wave. Yunho stretches his legs out and links his ankles, leans back on his elbows and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of Jaejoong’s palm resting on his thigh.
“I really like you you know that right.”
Yunho can hear the smile in the older man’s voice when Jaejoong hums an answer at his confession, slowly stroking his fingertips along the inner seam of Yunho’s jeans, letting his blunt nails rake over the slight rise on the fabric.
“Even if you snore.”
Jaejoong snorts and pulls at Yunho’s nose.
A/N: So, yes, cannot deny I love it when Yunho is Jaejoong’s firstㅠ.ㅠ And the hug in the beginning… Any YunJae shipper should be able to tell what I modelled that after D: Also, I tried to portray how Jaejoong always gets shy only around Yunho and looks down :3 It’s so adorable, I’ve never seen him shy around the other members like that :3
Also… get it, guise? Get it? The dog=love? Get it? No? …Okay sorry xD
Anyways, thanks to everyone who read this story, to all silent readers (if I have any LOL) but especially to everyone who took the moment to comment ♥ All your comments were really important to me! This fic was really easy and fast for me to write but posting wasn't always as easy D: So I'm thankful for everyone's support!
I’d also like to take this chance to thank my dear friend kkumkkae whose encouragement helped me through writing my first fic until the end (although this is actually my second fic and the first one is not yet finished LOL)!! Thank you so much for all the praise you gave me ;A; It was really precious to me!!! Everyone may thank her for countless of things I wrote into this fic, starting from the inclusion of Junsu and Junho (or other people than YunJae in the first place), the inclusion of a fail side pairing, and even Yunho calling Jaejoong “baby whale” :’D
Lastly, now and forever, I totally didn’t make the YunJae manip I used for my poster! If the owner wants, going down immediately!!! All credits to the unknown photoshopper 8D
Surprise… This week, I wrote a one-shot epilogue / sequel kind of thing for this :D More about their lives after the road trip, coming soon~
Pairing: YunJae
Length: 12/12
Genre: Road trip, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ...quirky!Jae xD
Disclaimer: This fic is named after Song Changsik’s song “Whale Hunting”. The plot has been inspired by this song, and also slightly by a number of Korean films from different decades.
Summary: Yunho left Seoul for the sole reason of getting rid of his friends, but instead he gains himself a new one.
And a dog. Yes, let’s not forget about the dog.
Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Epilogue
Chapter 12
The moment they stop their car on a small roadside next to the twins’, Yunho climbs out and rushes to the backdoor; Jaejoong has barely managed to clamber out after the dog when he is enveloped in a surprise hug. His other hand gets caught between them, fingers curled against Yunho’s strong shoulder, his other hand sneaking inside the younger’s hoodie, smoothing his palm against the small of Yunho’s back.
“Yah, how do you think I’m ever going to successfully mislead Yoochun if you act like this,” Jaejoong mumbles against Yunho’s neck but in contrary to his words, he makes no attempt of breaking out of the embrace.
“My hugs are highly coveted in Seoul, you know my friends will fight each other for one,” Yunho answers jokingly, sliding his hand over Jaejoong’s shoulder so that his body is completely encircled by Yunho’s arm. “Just take it, you’ll never know when you can get the next one.”
“Well they may keep fighting because I might just have to monopolise your hugs if they’re always this nice,” Jaejoong answers, half-serious, and Yunho smiles against his ear, pressing a careful, secretive kiss behind it.
“Yah! Hyung! What are you guys doing there, hugging next to my car like it’s the judgement day,” Changmin hollers at them, and they break off, their eyes meeting, and then, Jaejoong cannot help but to look down as an extremely uncharacteristic moment of shyness takes over him. Yunho stares at Jaejoong as the other tries to mask it, raising his head almost immediately to look at Changmin and starting to march towards the young man sitting on the ground with a plastic bag of boiled chestnuts on his lap.
It takes Yunho a moment to follow him, the timid glint in Jaejoong’s eyes as he averts his gaze powerful enough to freeze him to his spot for a moment. He takes a few deep, calming breaths before stepping closer to the others. Jaejoong has already reached them, flopping down between Changmin and Junsu, arousing loud protestation as his actions require both to scoot over in order to give way to him. He ruffles Changmin’s hair and turns around to snatch a chestnut Junsu has just finished peeling from his hand, plopping it in his own mouth with a smug smile as he faces more astounded, annoyed objections from both sides.
Yunho smiles. By now he has gotten a hunch about Jaejoong’s habit of creating commotion to hide his own emotions. The more he tries to impress someone, the more he talks; and the more flustered he is, the more he goes around bothering his dongsaengs. To Yunho’s eyes, it’s very transparent, although he has to admit it’s not quite as transparent as his own habit of blushing and sputtering.
To hell with it, he decides and squeezes himself between Jaejoong and Changmin, aggravating the poor maknae even further.
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As a group of adventurous young men, it takes Junho only a few sentences before he manages to convince everyone to sleep outside, with sudden determination invading him after he hears that Yoochun and Changmin actually have a tent with them in Changmin’s car.
However, the tent is only for four people; and it takes Yoochun an even shorter time to convince everyone that Yunho and Jaejoong are the ones who are to be left outside, especially after he hears they already have experience of sleeping inside a car, having spent one night in Yunho’s car after it broke down.
Yunho thanks god his own car had indeed broken because if it hadn’t, they might be sleeping inside it again and Yunho wants to experience the excruciating neck pain preferably never again. At least Changmin’s car has a boot and they are able to lower the backseats down, creating them a space almost the size of a small double bed.
At least that’s what Changmin had told them. Yunho hasn’t really been able to examine the matter yet because the moment he opens the backdoor, Jaejoong is behind him, pushing him in and clambering inside after the younger man before he slams the door shut.
Yunho tries to settle on the seat, turning around to face Jaejoong who is looking at him with a bright smile on his face, his hands tensed, resting on his denim-covered thighs. Yunho beckons him over, and after a few minutes of uncomfortable twisting and arranging, they manage to find a fairly comfortable position with Jaejoong half-lying on top of Yunho, leaning against his chest.
His fingers are travelling along the zipper of Yunho’s hoodie, every now and then pulling at the fastener, zipping it open and back up. There is hardly any conversation; all of Yunho’s attention goes to the silken strands of Jaejoong’s hair in front of his face, Jaejoong’s wandering fingertips, and the boner he’s trying to repress, stubbornly trying to push its way through the front of his jeans.
It’s not long before Jaejoong notices it too as he adjusts his position, and he chortles, his fingers sliding down to cup Yunho’s crotch. The younger man sighs, shifting uncomfortably as his manhood perks up at the sudden attention it’s getting.
“You’re pretty enthusiastic, aren’t you Yunho-yah,” Jaejoong laughs, and Yunho feels a familiar warmth creeping up his neck as he remembers it’s not the first time Jaejoong catches him sporting a nice erection.
“Well, you did leave me with the grandest case of blue balls in the history of mankind the other night in Wonju,” he answers uncomfortably and slightly embarrassed, trying to defend his overflowing sex drive.
Jaejoong’s sniggering stops abruptly.
“No fucking way in hell,” he breathes out, as he tilts his head up to stare Yunho in the eye, searching for the truth there. “I had hoped I did it in the bathroom…when I woke up naked and with my underwear…soiled…”
Yunho laughs, glad that the situation has changed to his advantage.
“Nope mister, I had the pleasure of witnessing your private moment right from the other side of the room,” he states joyfully, images of Jaejoong’s aroused actions appearing inside his head as if on cue.
Jaejoong groans, burying his face onto Yunho’s stomach, his hand still lying on top of Yunho’s crotch.
“You could have done something!” he accuses, his voice stifled against the soft cotton fabric of Yunho’s hoodie. “This is so fucking embarrassing!”
“What did you want me to do, get up and walk over to you, ‘Hey Jaejoong would you please go finish your jerking off in the bathroom, I want to sleep’?” Yunho chuckles and bends down to kiss the top of Jaejoong’s head. “It was a nice show, if that’s of any comfort. I had a very hard time falling asleep after that.”
“Fucker,” Jaejoong growls, face still hidden. Then his hand starts rubbing over Yunho’s boner, fingers sliding further between his legs with every rub. “But, I’m kind of guilty for this prolonged state of arousal you’re in, aren’t I… So I guess I’ll have to take responsibility and help you resolve this problem.”
He finally looks up and the smile on his face makes Yunho gulp. When Jaejoong shifts in order to release his other arm from underneath his own body, Yunho takes hold of the older man’s chin before he can actually manage to open his fly, catching his mouth in a kiss.
Jaejoong’s position is really awkward, his neck craning upwards, and Yunho realises this so he releases him soon. Jaejoong licks his lips profusely, his eyes heated and gleaming before he lowers them back down, swiftly unbuttoning Yunho’s fly and zipping it open. His slightly cool fingers slip past the waistline of Yunho’s boxers and fumble with his cock for a moment before Yunho lifts his hips in order to push his jeans and underwear down. Jaejoong keeps his hold on the younger man’s cock as it comes out from underneath the fabric, straining in his hands. Yunho is torn. On the other hand he really wants to close his eyes and let the heat explode inside his body, reaching every corner of him; but on the other hand, Jaejoong looking intently down at his crotch, his white hands against Yunho’s flaring boner is the sexiest sight he has ever seen, serving only to multiply the pleasure overwhelming him with every stroke of Jaejoong’s fingers.
Jaejoong fists his cock firmly, hands moving up and down on his length in the exact same manner Yunho has seen them moving on the man’s own cock before, and he really wants to see it again, the pale expanse of the other’s skin. The handjob he’s receiving is fulfilling, but he doesn't want to be in the receiving end only. He wants to touch Jaejoong as well.
“Yunho-yah… Let’s fuck, eh?”
Yunho can barely believe the crude manner the suggestion escapes Jaejoong’s mouth but he’s far beyond caring. The other man’s voice is trembling, not with sadness or fear, not with anger, but with excitement and even nervousness.
He puts his hands over Jaejoong’s, stilling his movement, and sits up properly, pulling Jaejoong up with him. He kisses the man, finally able to do so properly, and Jaejoong hands snake around his neck, gripping onto his hair.
“My pleasure, baby whale,” he breathes out between their open-mouthed kisses, and then he places his hands on Jaejoong’s arms, detaching them from his neck before he zips his hoodie open and pulls it off his back, throwing the unwanted piece of clothing onto the front seat. He sees Jaejoong struggle with the quest of pulling his sweater off as the shirt has, as usual, got stuck over his head.
Yunho reaches for his duffel bag on the passenger seat, one knee on the backseat next to Jaejoong and one foot on the floor as he leans forward. When he rummages through his bag, his elbow accidentally knocks on a button in the instrument panel, turning the radio on, an obnoxiously loud trot song suddenly filling the car and startling both of them. Jaejoong bursts out laughing and finally manages get the sweater over his head, continuing swiftly onto his polo shirt. Yunho turns the radio off slightly awkwardly and after finding what he needs he turns back to Jaejoong, finding the man well on his way to shucking his denims off his skin. Yunho helps him a little, pulling at the trouser legs and discarding the piece of clothing on the floor. Jaejoong looks so beautiful, almost ethereal in the dim car, his pale skin in great contrast with the blackness of the seat he’s leaning against. Although Yunho has seen him naked before, clad only in his usual pair of briefs, it’s different from the time he picked a confused Jaejoong up from the roadside, or even from the time he saw him jerk off in the dark room.
This time Jaejoong is getting naked for him, and as a simple-minded specimen of the male sex, Yunho is extremely turned on by the fact.
He shifts to hover over Jaejoong, one knee still on the seat next to the older man’s legs. He places his hands on the backrest on both sides of Jaejoong’s head and leans to capture his mouth in yet another kiss. Jaejoong keens as Yunho lowers one of his hands, slipping it swiftly inside Jaejoong’s briefs to touch him for the first time, coaxing him into full hardness. The older man’s hands are wandering under Yunho’s t-shirt, tugging it upwards on the man’s back until he backs off enough for Jaejoong to be able to pull it off over his head.
“Just the way I like my man,” Jaejoong’s eyes twinkle as his fingers slide over Yunho’s rather prominent chest down to his stomach, flat and taut but lacking the visible six pack covering his own belly. “The right amount of fat and muscle combined… A real man needs some mass!”
“Says the skinniest man I have ever had the pleasure of getting intimate with,” Yunho chuckles, eyes skimming over Jaejoong’s beautiful form. It’s clear that the man makes a lot of effort to retain such a toned appearance.
“Yah! I prefer the term, ‘slender’,” Jaejoong protests as Yunho sits back next to him, leaning his face towards him, mouthing the junction between his neck and shoulder. His palm skims over the other’s flat chest, stopping its leisurely movement when it bumps over a small, pebbled nipple. He caresses the nub with his thumb all the while kissing the sensitive skin on Jaejoong's neck with more tongue than lips, feeling his hastened pulse underneath his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby whale,” Yunho breathes against his skin, “you’re just the way I like my man too.”
He places a chaste peck on the other’s thin skin before sitting upright, opening the fist he has been holding a pack of condoms and a white tube of lube in the whole time. Struggling to open the newly bought cardboard box, he wonders how it looks to Jaejoong that he has all the necessities ready for use in his bag. It’s normal for a man to carry condoms around, right? He has a few friends who carry them even in their wallets, no matter how tacky it has always seemed to Yunho. So condoms are a normal thing. But for a gay man, lube is just a part of the equation, right, it wouldn’t make him seem like player or anything in Jaejoong’s eyes, he wonders and manages to finally open the small, light blue cardboard box, fishing one condom from inside it.
“Why are you so nervous, Yunho-yah,” Jaejoong asks, taking the foil package from the younger man’s shaking hands, using his teeth to rip it open. “You had a boyfriend before, right?”
“Yeah,” Yunho groans as Jaejoong turns and starts rolling the rubber over his cock.
“Well then, I’m the one here who hasn’t gone all the way before, so collect yourself,” Jaejoong says, trying to appear as offhanded as possible.
“You haven’t?” Yunho breathes out, almost panicking immediately. So now he’s supposed to make it a perfect first time too?
“Yeah,” Jaejoong answers but doesn’t meet Yunho’s eyes, and despite his steady tone of voice, his flickering gaze doesn’t escape Yunho’s eyes. He can see right through the other’s faked nonchalance.
“Ha-ha, I think I’m not the only nervous one here,” he laughs breathily, hooking his fingers over the waistline of Jaejoong’s briefs. “Let’s get these off you!”
While he rolls a condom on Jaejoong, the other’s hitching breath coming out more and more erratically, Yunho reckons he needs to bring up the question.
“So you don’t, umm, you know,” he starts but Jaejoong answers him immediately by clambering over to straddle his lap the moment Yunho finishes with the condom.
“No, I don’t know,” he says and cards his fingers through Yunho’s hair, forcing the man to tilt his head backwards as he kisses him square on the mouth. Yunho hands fly to Jaejoong’s perky behind, kneading the firm cheeks and before he can control himself, his hands have already specified his question to Jaejoong the way his fingertips stroke along the cleft until they find their target, rubbing over the hidden entrance. Jaejoong releases his mouth, letting out a soft moan and flopping his head on Yunho shoulder, kissing his skin intensely.
“-don't mind bottoming,” Yunho manages to get out, so aroused his eyesight is starting to get hazy. Jaejoong shakes his head against the other’s neck, and with the silent agreement, Yunho pushes him slightly backwards on his lap before lowering him onto the car seat. Jaejoong’s hands slide from his hair to encircle his neck, and he pulls Yunho down for another kiss before the younger man withdraws, feeling about the seat until he finds the lube. When he turns back to Jaejoong, the other’s twisted arm knocks against his chin, the collision of his face with Jaejoong’s bony elbow making a nasty clanking noise and consequently making him bump the top of his head against the ceiling as he jerks back. Before he can even decide which spot hurts more, Jaejoong’s arms have pulled him down again, hasty lips kissing his jaw as apologies pour over them.
“Oh the man who accidentally hit the sexy one is so sorry, he wasn’t even looking he was just trying to rea-”
“Oh man, if you so much as consider fucking narrating this I promise I will… I don’t even know what I will do to you,” Yunho threatens, cutting Jaejoong’s word-vomit short, and feels the other’s smile against his neck. A wet tongue laps at his Adam’s apple but before he can drown in the feeling, he withdraws slightly again to kick off the jeans that have been hanging from his leg for the whole time. Placing one foot firmly on the car floor and one knee on the other side of Jaejoong’s hips, he stares at the man lying down between his legs, one arm twisted over his head and one lying over his heart as if trying to calm the racing organ.
“Turn over, it hurts a lot less that way,” he pants out, grabbing Jaejoong’s hip to help him get on his knees.
“Speaking out of our own experience, aren’t we now,” Jaejoong tries to joke as he turns around, but then he feels a generous amount of cool gel getting unceremoniously dumped on his ass and when Yunho’s slick middle finger enters his hole, he jerks forward with a silent groan. He places a forearm horizontally against the car window frame, resting his forehead on it in order to prevent his head from knocking against the window.
“This is still fine, right?” Yunho pants, unable to take his eyes off the way his finger disappears into the small, furled opening as he pumps it back and forth, slowly, trying to let Jaejoong get used to the feeling. His other hand sneaks between the other man’s legs, inching them slightly further apart, caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
“Yeah, oh fuck-” Jaejoong moans unabashedly.
Yunho spreads his butt cheeks with his other hand, adding in his ring finger and finally his little finger, pumping the three digits in and out until he simply cannot take it anymore. Jaejoong is clenching around his fingers, and Yunho cannot tell if he’s doing it on purpose just to tease him or if it’s just his inner muscles spasming, but whichever the case his cock is hanging heavily between his legs, begging for attention with every shudder travelling through his body.
Jaejoong’s breathing is completely erratic, a louder gasp and occasionally a moan escaping his lips when Yunho’s fingers brush against a certain spot on his inner walls.
“Okay, I’m getting in now,” Yunho pants, grabbing his cock to align it with Jaejoong’s entrance. He leans forward, bending his upper body over Jaejoong’s back glistening with sweat, and then, with a careful hand, guides himself into the other, pressing in steadily. The bulbous head of his cock breaches the outer ring of muscle, and he gains leverage, pushing in centimetre by centimetre.
“Ah! Ah, Yunho-yah, stop,” Jaejoong cries out suddenly, and Yunho stops immediately, worried he has managed to hurt Jaejoong. He pulls back and moulds his chest against the other’s back, circling one arm around the other’s heaving ribcage and supporting himself up with the other.
“You all right, baby whale?” he whispers into Jaejoong’s ear, kissing the lobe tenderly.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong says, swallowing, his panting so quick Yunho feels concerned if he’s even getting enough oxygen in. He wouldn’t want Jaejoong to faint on him right now.
“Just relax,” Yunho murmurs, nibbling on his ear and kissing the skin behind it, lips traveling to the middle of his neck to mouth each rise of his spine separately. He continues kissing Jaejoong’s nape until he relaxes a little. The hand Jaejoong has against the car window in such a tight fist his knuckles have turned white opens, each finger splaying against the coolness of the glass.
Yunho lays his cheek on Jaejoong’s back, right on top of his heart and listens to its hurried but now steadied beat as he wriggles his fingers back inside Jaejoong. He kisses Jaejoong’s shoulder blade and then prepares for a second try, directing himself to Jaejoong’s entrance again, penetrating the painfully tight ring of muscle.
This time, Jaejoong doesn’t protest, and slowly, Yunho starts moving his hips against Jaejoong’s. His other arm meets the car seat for support, but the other, he sneaks under Jaejoong’s belly, trailing his fingers down until they meet Jaejoong’s condom-covered cock. To his delight, the other is still rock-hard, and he starts fisting him, only hoping he’s feeling as much pleasure as he himself is.
Snug against Jaejoong back, sweat drops rolling down his temple, Yunho latches his mouth onto Jaejoong’s neck. He continues jerking off the other man whose moans are starting to get louder and more and more frequent. His hips are gaining speed, snapping back and forth with forceful vigour as he ruts against the other’s behind, his cock sliding back and forth inside the iron grip of Jaejoong’s tunnel.
“You- you close?” he stammers against the other’s neck as Jaejoong’s hand suddenly joins his on his cock. Yunho leaves the length itself to the older man, reaching his hand backwards between Jaejoong’s legs, rubbing his fingers against his perineum, rolling his balls on his palm. Jaejoong doesn’t answer, moaning loudly, and Yunho can feel his own climax approaching, a tentative tingle spreading from his loins and flaring up his stomach.
Then he’s coming; his movement turns completely erratic, and opposed to the increasing speed before, his hips slow down as his release pours over with a few deep, thorough thrusts. He groans aloud, moaning softly into the damp hair on Jaejoong’s nape. He can feel the other’s hand still flying over his cock and helps the best he can. In a few moments, Jaejoong reaches his high too and comes with the familiar string of high-pitched gasps.
They stay still for a moment even though Yunho can feel Jaejoong’s skinny thighs trembling with exertion under him.
“…Fuck,” Jaejoong huffs out finally, making Yunho chuckle against his nape.
“That, we did,” he answers and backs out a little in order to release the smaller man from underneath him. He pulls out but when Jaejoong has enough space, he simply flops down on the car seat, straightening his legs the best he can. Before Yunho has time to sit up Jaejoong catches the younger man’s arms and tugs at them, pulling him down on top of himself. When he’s completely flattened on the seat under Yunho’s greater weight, he sighs, satisfied. Yunho lifts his hips in order to pull his condom off, but Jaejoong immediately mistakes it as a sign he’s getting up and protests loudly.
“Yah! Lie still for a moment!”
“I’m just taking the condom off!” Yunho retorts, managing to slip it off, and he relaxes his hips again, his limp cock settling down snug between Jaejoong’s butt cheeks.
“You’re so weird, baby whale,” Yunho mutters, his heartbeat and breathing finally calming down. His back feels clammy and cool but the body underneath him is keeping him warm enough. “How can you be so comfortable under something so heavy, it’s just the same as this morning with the dog-”
“Oh would you please not talk about the dog right after we’ve had sex!” Jaejoong exclaims, pulling Yunho’s hand that is resting next to his face closer, placing one of the fingers in his mouth to bite on it affectionately.
“Fine, fine! Calm down, dude,” Yunho says and continues lying on top of Jaejoong obediently, one leg hanging down from the edge of the seat, other bent against the wall. He tugs his finger out of Jaejoong’s mouth and uses his hand to card it through Jaejoong’s damp hair instead.
“It’s just, it feels like I’m anchored down,” Jaejoong explains after a moment. “It feels like I’m safely here and not going anywhere.”
“All right… but I’m getting cold,” Yunho whines and raises his head to blow warm air into Jaejoong’s ear. The other squirms underneath him, scrunching up his face. “I can continue anchoring you down after we put some clothes on and lower the backseats so that we have some space too… Isn’t this cramped seat extremely uncomfortable for you?”
“…Maybe a little,” Jaejoong admits and Yunho has to chuckle again. He presses a soft kiss on Jaejoong’s nape for the nth time during the same evening before getting up.
They clean each other up the best they can before dressing themselves and setting their makeshift bed on the lowered car seats, settling down quite comfortably. Yunho cannot help but to wonder why on earth they couldn’t just do it before they decided to have sex.
Both are lying on their sides, lethargic and a little sleepy, facing each other in a loose embrace.
“Thank god for the blackened windows of this car,” Yunho comments suddenly and Jaejoong bursts out into uncontrollable chortles, a drop of his spit landing on Yunho cheek. He doesn’t mind much, calmly wiping it off with his palm before demonstratively rubbing it against the laughing man’s shirt. The other makes a face at him and starts calming down slightly, until some other amusing thought crosses his mind, making his giggle fit start anew.
“Ha-ha! Never thought my first time would be on the backseat of a car with a person I’ve known for like, what, three days!”
“Heh if you put it like that it does sound quite…wait you’re not going to cry are you?!” Yunho asks, raising his head and propping himself up slightly, disbelieving when he sees alarming moisture matting over Jaejoong’s eyes as his giggles gradually transform into something akin to small sobs.
“Well what can I do I happen to be an emotional person unlike some robots I know…! Not gonna cry anymore though. The tear ship has sailed,” Jaejoong defies, closing his eyes determinedly as he fights his emotions. Yunho snorts and settles back down, placing his hand over Jaejoong’s temple to stroke his hair.
“…Idiot.”
“No, you’re the fucking idiot. Never thought you could be such an insensitive bastard you fucker, wait yes I did, that time when you called me a fag, okay I know you didn’t actually but I thought you did so it totally counts-”
“Will you lay off the swearing for a second, I’m trying to have a moment here,” Yunho demands, flicking the side of Jaejoong’s head lightly with the hand he had previously been caressing his hair with.
“Why don’t you take over and talk dirty for me then,” Jaejoong suggests with a sly smile, opening his eyes to stare at Yunho.
Yunho sighs, draping his arms around Jaejoong to press the man’s face against his collarbone in hopes the other would finally quieten. “I really wish you would just shut up for a while and let me hold you.”
“Truly a man of action, not words,” Jaejoong tries to tease but when Yunho just wordlessly tightens his hold he cannot help but to bury his face further onto the younger man’s chest, feeling a little overwhelmed again.
“I think it’s no wonder at all that all your friends require your presence when they need comfort though… Your hugs are the best Yunho-yah,” Jaejoong mumbles against him, hitching his hand higher on Yunho’s back, clutching onto the soft material of his worn out t-shirt.
“Shut up already,” Yunho smiles into Jaejoong’s hair and finally gets what he wants; a few moments of calm and peace, with Jaejoong in his embrace.
~0~0~0~
Yunho wakes up to the incessant bleeping of his iPhone. Still slightly disoriented, he bounces up, just barely missing hitting his head on the ceiling before he remembers they are sleeping inside a car. He fumbles about their bed, searching for the annoying device. It’s still dark inside the car as they had set their alarm clock to ring half an hour before sunrise, so that they would have enough time to get up and drive to the beach.
He finally finds the phone and swipes the alarm clock off, then reaches forwards to turn on the light. When he turns back Jaejoong remains undisturbed, snoring softly, cocooned inside a blanket, having effectively stolen it wholly during the night. And just like he had described his sleeping habits to Yunho during their first half an hour together, the only part visible of him are his feet; his head and the mob of black hair are also neatly covered, only a small slit for breathing left between the mattress and the edge of the blanket in front of his face.
Yunho yawns wholeheartedly and scratches his stomach under his t-shirt before crawling over Jaejoong, elbows on both sides of his head. He peels the blanket off his head bit by bit, ignoring the tight grip Jaejoong’s fists have on the fabric. When Jaejoong’s head is finally wholly visible, he starts blowing warm air into his ear, delighting in the frown and squirming the ticklish sensation causes in the other man.
“Good morning, baby whale,” he mumbles against his ear but Jaejoong only hums softly, not bothering to even try opening his eyes. He continues blowing but as Jaejoong gradually grows more accustomed to the gust, he tries a different manner of approach, plunging his tongue right into Jaejoong’s ear canal. The man shrieks, jerking away from the intruding wetness, and feels around for the edge of the blanket, wanting to secure himself under it again.
“Get up, sleepy head! We have beaches to be and sunrises to see!” Yunho hollers and tears the whole blanket away from the other man who instantly rolls over to his back, twisting an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the light.
“Mmmh,” he answers but Yunho knows he’s awake from the way he’s trying to find Yunho’s body and kick him without looking. Sneakily, he grabs the ankle of Jaejoong’s searching foot and starts tickling his sole - only to be faced with bitter disappointment when the other man has almost no reaction at all.
“What the heck Jae! Your soles are not ticklish?” he exclaims astonished and sees Jaejoong’s lips curl into a smile under the arm thrown over his face. “Not fair,” he pouts.
The other man finally withdraws his arm and sits up, yawning as well and then suddenly sniffing around.
“It smells like sex in here,” he remarks, turning to squint at Yunho who chuckles deep in his throat at the observation.
“Gee, I wonder why,” he answers and throws Jaejoong’s denims at him. “Get dressed, we gotta get moving soon!”
Jaejoong accepts the piece of clothing reluctantly, grumbling while he starts dressing himself.
“Fuck, Changmin is going to kill me if he ever finds out what we did here…”
“Ha-ha, I’m pretty sure they all know already… The windows might be blackened but do you seriously think they could set up their tent ten metres from here and not notice what’s going on,” Yunho answers him, already half-way out of the door, tying his shoelaces.
“True,” Jaejoong agrees after a minute’s pondering, “I guess the real question here is how on earth Yoochun managed to keep Changmin from barging in on us.”
“I really don’t care, since he did manage,” Yunho says and after Jaejoong has managed to put on his sweater he pulls the other man out of the car, immediately wrapping his hand around Jaejoong’s shoulders and giving his temple a loud smacking kiss.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re really soppy the morning after,” Jaejoong mockingly complains but clenches his own hand onto the back of Yunho’s hoodie in any case.
“Dozens of people,” Yunho answers and relishes in the way Jaejoong stops dead in his tracks, turning his head to stare at Yunho with grave eyes, tugging his shirt down so that the collar rides up on the front, pressing onto the skin of Yunho’s neck.
“Exactly how many people have you had sex with?!” he demands and Yunho chuckles, rolling his eyes, but inwardly gushing as he has reached the goal he wanted to.
“I’m only kidding you, baby whale. To be quite truthful, I’ve slept with only three people before you, a freshman year crush of mine, my ex-boyfriend and… well another one, and my ex did always complain about my soppiness.”
“Hmmm,” Jaejoong answers dubiously, trying to imply his trust hasn’t yet been regained.
They walk over to the tent, and as Yunho zips it open, they’re faced with a sight of a peacefully slumbering quartet. Changmin is sleeping on the outermost left, limbs spread out like a starfish in his usual, space-demanding fashion. Junho is squeezed between him and his twin, having slid down from the way of Changmin’s limbs’ areal conquests.
A more interesting sight is the right side of the tent, with Yoochun’s face comically pressed against the canvas and Junsu spooning him from behind, an arm thrown over his side.
“Oh,” Jaejoong whispers, eyes wide as his brain quickly goes over everything that has happened during the last few days.
“I don’t feel like waking them up,” Yunho murmurs to him and tucks Jaejoong closer against his side. Jaejoong nods agreeing and points at the dog lying at the men’s feet, squinting up at them with an anticipatory look on its face.
“I think we should take that one with us though,” he whispers. When Yunho beckons for the dog, it promptly gets up, stepping over the fabric threshold of the tent before Yunho zips the door back up.
“I guess they forgot to set their alarm clocks,” Jaejoong observes after they have walked back to the car, the dog following closely behind the two men, sniffing around in the chilly early morning weather.
“Yeah I guess so… They can just go later or try again tomorrow morning. Do you think we can still take Changmin’s car?” Yunho enquires, eyeing the vehicle with contemplation. Jaejoong yawns widely before rubbing a lazy fist over his eyes.
“Nah, I don’t believe for a second Changmin won’t wake up if we start his car and try to drive off without him,” he answers Yunho, still sounding a little sleepy. “We could walk. I want to wake up properly anyway before we reach the beach.”
“It’ll take us at least an hour if we walk to the shore from here, baby whale,” Yunho warns him, “and the sun will be already high up by that time.”
“I don’t care,” Jaejoong states and turns to smile up at Yunho. “We can also try again tomorrow morning, you know.”
So, they walk through the empty outskirts of the city, meeting barely any people at the early hour. The sky gets lighter by the minute and when they finally reach the sea, it’s already quite bright, the sun well over the horizon.
The dog has shown keen interest even before Yunho and Jaejoong are able to hear the sea, but the moment the roaring waves come into sight, it takes off, running down a sandy path lined with yellow, rustling hay.
“Maybe we should name that thing,” Jaejoong comments offhandedly. Even if his outstretched hand is pointing towards the dog running amok on the sand, barking at the waves like a mad dog, Yunho is not sure if he’s talking about the animal, or the feeling that clenches Yunho’s heart in an iron grip when Jaejoong’s other hand seeks his seemingly unconsciously.
“Maybe later,” he answers, not ready to express it with words just yet. He intertwines their fingers and tucks their linked hands against the small of Jaejoong’s back, prodding him to step forward. Jaejoong turns his head to flash him a smile and leads them down the path. They sit down as soon as the sand begins and pet the dog for a moment when it jogs to them to sniff at their faces before returning to its brave combat against every seventh bigger wave. Yunho stretches his legs out and links his ankles, leans back on his elbows and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of Jaejoong’s palm resting on his thigh.
“I really like you you know that right.”
Yunho can hear the smile in the older man’s voice when Jaejoong hums an answer at his confession, slowly stroking his fingertips along the inner seam of Yunho’s jeans, letting his blunt nails rake over the slight rise on the fabric.
“Even if you snore.”
Jaejoong snorts and pulls at Yunho’s nose.
A/N: So, yes, cannot deny I love it when Yunho is Jaejoong’s firstㅠ.ㅠ And the hug in the beginning… Any YunJae shipper should be able to tell what I modelled that after D: Also, I tried to portray how Jaejoong always gets shy only around Yunho and looks down :3 It’s so adorable, I’ve never seen him shy around the other members like that :3
Also… get it, guise? Get it? The dog=love? Get it? No? …Okay sorry xD
Anyways, thanks to everyone who read this story, to all silent readers (if I have any LOL) but especially to everyone who took the moment to comment ♥ All your comments were really important to me! This fic was really easy and fast for me to write but posting wasn't always as easy D: So I'm thankful for everyone's support!
I’d also like to take this chance to thank my dear friend kkumkkae whose encouragement helped me through writing my first fic until the end (although this is actually my second fic and the first one is not yet finished LOL)!! Thank you so much for all the praise you gave me ;A; It was really precious to me!!! Everyone may thank her for countless of things I wrote into this fic, starting from the inclusion of Junsu and Junho (or other people than YunJae in the first place), the inclusion of a fail side pairing, and even Yunho calling Jaejoong “baby whale” :’D
Lastly, now and forever, I totally didn’t make the YunJae manip I used for my poster! If the owner wants, going down immediately!!! All credits to the unknown photoshopper 8D
Surprise… This week, I wrote a one-shot epilogue / sequel kind of thing for this :D More about their lives after the road trip, coming soon~