Busan Namja 1/1
Busan Namja
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Warning: Nothing in particular. Just teenagers being teenagers.
Summary: Yoochun is fed up with-well-everything. But then he meets a boy from Busan.
A/N: Ugh. I miss these two.
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Five hours. The bus took five freaking hours to get to Busan. If Yoochun had known that beforehand he would have probably opted for the KTX train. Then again, twenty-five thousand won versus almost sixty thousand won was a no brainer, particularly when he wasn’t sure how much a room would cost exactly.
Currently, he had two choices. A love motel, cheap and accessible by definition; or a hostel, which according to the internet were abundant in most popular areas of Busan. On that end, he figured winging it wouldn’t be so bad.
The bus went straight to Haeundae station only five small blocks away from the coast. It was already dark out when he arrived and Yoochun was hungry and ready to stretch his legs. Fortunately, Gunam-ro wasn’t hard to find and he was well on his way down to the beach. At almost eleven, Yoochun hoped some places where he could eat were still open, preferably something more substantial than street food.
After leaving his stuff in the subway station lockers, only around the corner, he walked back up to the exit and set on his quest. He didn’t have to walk far to spot a few bars. But beer bars usually served for multiples-much like many late night restaurants-not singles. Clubs were definitely out of the question because he would definitely be carded there. That left him with only a round the clock gimbap shop to search for.
However, just a block from the beach he happened to spot an Irish style pub he had seen once during a daytime excursion in Itaewon. Much like at the present moment, he hadn’t planned his little adventure very much and found himself in the crooks of Itaewon, craving for something foreign and it just happened to be the place where he wouldn’t be asked for an ID. Foreigners didn’t seem to care much about that in Korea. He figured they must have lower drinking ages in their countries because even by Korea’s standards, Yoochun wasn’t exactly meeting that standard.
Walking into the Wolfhound now, he hoped this one was ran with the same kind of leniency.
“What can I get ya?” asked the bartender with that characteristic Busan attitude he had heard so much about.
Clearly, she wasn’t foreign. However, with an arm full of tattoos, piercings in overt places and more than a handful of obvious personality, she might as well have been from a rad circus in Venus.
“Yo! Earth to pretty boy! What can I get ya?” she asked again, though she was undoubtedly smiling.
“Uh. A bloody Mary?” Yoochun was almost sure that’s what he ordered last time and it was delicious.
“One bloody Mary coming right up.”
“And the food menu, please.”
“Sure thing.”
Unbeknownst to him, a mysterious somebody easily creeped his way next to him. “Fish&Chips is probably the best thing on the Menu. But it will set you back.”
“The whole menu will set me back,” Yoochun replied eyeing the prices. Fuck. He forgot about this part. Foreign equals expensive. “How much was that bloody Mary again?” he wondered.
“One awesome bloody Mary. Don’t waste it, pretty boy. Have you decided on grub yet?” asked the bartender.
“My friend here will take the double special. Grub can wait,” said the stranger.
“He’s with you? Didn’t think you mingled with outsiders, rockstar,” the bartender observed amused.
Yoochun was rather preoccupied with another little detail of conversation. “How do you know I’m not from around here?” he asked.
Both of the individuals looked at him as if the answer was obvious. And both laughed when Yoochun’s curious expression didn’t change.
“Yeah, okay. I get it now. Tell me when you’re ready for the second round,” the bartender said before leaving them alone.
“Jaejoong. But everyone calls me Jay,” said the boy offering his hand.
“Yoochun. Just Yoochun.”
Smiling, the curious stranger pulled him toward a booth, “Well, just Yoochun. What brings you to Busan on a Wednesday night? It’s a little early in the week to be ditching school, dontcha think?”
“How do you know I’m-” Yoochun tried, but was unexpectedly interrupted by the other when he drew in close-too close-to whisper, “Buddy, please. I can recognize my age group when I see it.”
Yoochun’s eyes grew wide and his body stiff. Fortunately, the other boy laughed and waved off his worries. “Chill. I won’t squeal if you don’t,” he assured, body sprawling and taking up most of the space. No matter, Yoochun wasn’t exactly a giant.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. So, watchu up to little runaway?
Frankly too nervous to say much, Yoochun opted for a cope out. “Mind if finish my drink before I let go of all my secrets?” Yoochun joked, already sipping his drink.
“Ah. A man of mystery. I like it.”
Yoochun downed his drink faster than the beat currently drumming against his skull. All the while, taking in details of the other boy. Jaejoong-or Jay as he was called-was especially good looking. That much was obvious; sun kissed skin over sharp muscles under thin fabric, a bare face sculpted to a rare and exotic perfection and a charm too willful to not be noticed.
He was also quite obviously well known, judging by the waves and smiles others offered. It made Yoochun wonder how a guy like Jay had even noticed him in a bar full of exceedingly good looking people. Yoochun believed himself to be average at best. No one had ever called him ugly or bullied him for his appearance but no one had ever praised him either. And aside from his slighter taller than average stature-which the boy next him easily matched-there was nothing particularly memorable about him either.
“Is your hair naturally this rowdy?” Jay asked, reaching for a strand that waved around Yoochun’s ear. Yoochun turned away embarrassed.
Or so he thought.
Currently, Yoochun’s hair was somewhere between not being short but not exactly long. It didn’t reach his chin, yet it draped over his ears in mess of almost curls. Something about puberty had driven his hair into madness. His voice too. But that part wasn’t quite as much of a nuisance. Maybe it was time to just cut it all off.
“Oh. Sorry. Personal space invasion,” Jaejoong hissed. “Sometimes I can’t help myself.”
“It’s okay.”
Somehow, that reply amused the other. “Is it? Perfect,” Jaejoong grinned menacingly. “Want to get outta here?”
“I-I haven’t finished my second drink,” Yoochun stuttered.
“Chug it.”
Yoochun did and before he knew it, he was already being dragged out.
“Wait. I haven’t paid my bill yet.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jaejoong informed. “Hurry or we’ll miss it.”
“Miss what?”
“You’ll see.”
They didn’t walk far. Jaejoong led them across the street, then through Fish Market street until they reached the end and could turn toward the beach. Only a few buildings before reaching the coast, Jaejoong pulled him into a building and up the stairs toward the fifth floor.
“It looks dark in here. It must be past midnight, are you sure this place is open?” Yoochun asked, not brave enough to voice out how creeped out he was that they were walking up a stairway a little too dark for his liking. “You’re not secretly planning to knock me unconscious and steal all my money are you? Because I don’t really have a lot of money. I can assure you would be thoroughly disappointed with your bounty,” is what came out instead before the other boy stopped and turned, causing Yoochun to collide onto to him.
Jaejoong steadied them both by wrapping an arm around Yoochun. “Trust me kiddo. No one would be disappointed with you as their bounty,” he said. “If I have my way, we’ll party all night.”
Not completely confused, Yoochun blushed. He could tell Jaejoong was about to elaborate when a loud roar of drums began to echo from above. “Shit. It started. Come on!”
Needless to say, going up five flights of stairs wasn’t in Yoochun’s list of easy things to do. By the time they reached the fifth floor and entered the secretly open bar, he was out of breath and in need of a good rubbing. His legs were on fire.
“Do you mind if I get us something to drink?” Jaejoong asked, looking perfectly fine.
“Water?”
“Cool. Be right back. Just enjoy the show.”
Yoochun looked to the stage. There was a trio there; one holding a guitar-all muscles, tanned skin and dazzling smiles, another at the microphone holding a base-all long legs, powerful tenor voice and wide glowing brown eyes, and the last behind the drums-all bungles of energy, boyish looks and charisma. The people present crowded the space around the stage, pushing and shoving for a better look, mindlessly moving to the rhythm of their music.
“Gnarly peeps, no? They practice every other day on weeknights, when traffic is slow. Word has it, they tour during weekends,” Jaejoong explained joining him.
“So they are a local band?”
“Yep. The best of the best,” Jaejoong said, offering him a bottled water. Yoochun took it gratefully. “One day, I’m going to be as awesome as them.”
Looking at Jaejoong now, Yoochun was sure it wouldn’t be too long before that happened.
With the crowd too eager to let the trio go, the show raved for almost an hour. Yoochun jumped and swayed, moving his body to the beat. Next to him, Jaejoong did the same. Even past the heat of the crowd, the noise that echoed loudly against the walls and elicit strangeness of not really knowing anyone in the room, Yoochun was having a good time. For the first time in a long time, he felt free.
“Follow me,” Jaejoong crooned into his ear suddenly.
Halfway down the stairs, Yoochun realized they might not be back and felt the urge to question. “Why are we leaving?”
“I need air, preferably the kind not damp with sweat and booze.”
“Where are we going?”
“You really like to ask a lot of questions, don’t you?” Jaejoong asked. Although he didn’t really sound or looked peeved when he turned to face Yoochun.
One step above Jaejoong, Yoochun contemplated the other boy, taking in the sight of the handsome rebel.
Noticing, Jaejoong smiled devilishly. “Have you ever been kissed, Yoochun?” he asked drawing closer.
“I’m seventeen. Of course I have.”
“By a boy?” Jaejoong asked still grinning.
“Yes,” Yoochun affirmed.
The other boy’s smile grew. “Oh, really?” he asked.
“Yes, really.”
“Who?” Jaejoong probed, unbelieving.
“A senior. In my Hagwon.”
“Extracurriculars, ey?”
“He was nice!” Yoochun found himself defending.
“Of course he was” Jaejoong sneered.
“Sorry, it’s just that I-I’m-”
Jaejoong laughed, taking his hand as they crossed the street to reach the beach. “It’s cool. I get it,” Jaejoong assured. “It’s your first time in Busan, right?” Yoochun nodded. “Where are you from?”
“Seoul.”
“Nice. Why would you leave?”
“Parents. Pressure. The usual.”
“Yikes.”
“You don’t seem to have that problem around here.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I don’t think it’s a matter of location. But my parents are pretty cool. Not lenient. Just cool. If I study hard, they let me play hard.”
“Lucky.”
“I guess so. Take your shoes off.”
“Huh?”
Jaejoong pointed to a tall wooden structure near the hide tide. From afar, it looked like a simple box on stilts. However, as they grew closer, Yoochun could see that the side facing the ocean was open.
It was a lifeguard station.
“Is it okay for us to be here?” Yoochun asked scaling up the old ladder. “Wouldn’t the tide get higher?”
The other boy laughed as he offered his hand to pull Yoochun up the last step. “You are a clever one. I hoping you wouldn’t notice until it was too late. Then you’d be stuck with me all night.”
“You don’t need a high tide for that,” Yoochun let out as he reached the top, not quite spotting Jaejoong’s wide grin. “Wow. This view is amazing,” he said looking out to the sea.
On the other side, Jaejoong never took his eyes off Yoochun. “It is,” he agreed.
“Do you think we can stay awake for the sunrise?”
“If you want.” Jaejoong sat by the edge, letting his legs dangle. “Come on, let’s sit. My legs are killing me!” he complained.
Yoochun laughed, mimicking him. “It was fun. Thanks for taking me there and being so nice to me tonight. I would have been completely lost without you.”
“Well, how else am I supposed to get you to kiss me?” Jaejoong asked, again, not taking his eyes off Yoochun.
Surprised, Yoochun’s head nearly snapped as he faced the other boy, eyes wide.
“What? You can’t be that shocked. I’ve been hitting on you since I saw you at the Wolfhound.”
Unexpectedly nervous, Yoochun couldn’t help himself and turned away. But all too soon deft fingers reached for his chin, making him face the other. Suddenly, Jaejoong was only inches away.
“So how about it? Will you let me kiss you?” Jaejoong asked.
“Why do you ask something like that? It’s embarrassing.”
“Well, if I didn’t ask, I’d be taking advantage.”
“A Busan gentleman. Who would’ve thought,” Yoochun joked almost pulling away.
Jaejoong frowned, despite his still gentle hold. “Maybe I have a taste for Seoul snobs.”
The first press of lips was soft, experimental. Even though, Jaejoong’s lips were chapped Yoochun wasn’t averted. In fact, he was all too distracted by snaking fingers around his nape, pushing him forward and Jaejoong’s pressing tongue.
Yoochun had been kissed before. His senior often called him out during breaks. They snuck out to the roof of their after school academy and spent minutes at a time together. They never had much more time than that but it was enough. For a while.
The opportunity for more never really came though.
This time could be different.
“Yoochun?” Jaejoong gasped, keeping their lips close.
“Mhm?” Yoochun hummed, eyes still closed.
“Can I touch you?”
Yoochun’s reply came in the form of another kiss, one that was just a tad bit more forceful then the ones before. Jaejoong reveled at the consent, wrapping an arm around the other to make their bodies meet.
When Jaejoong’s hand reached between his legs, Yoochun bucked forward, helping the other push them both to the floor.
“For a Seoul snob, you’re a good kisser,” Jaejoong joked as he looked down at him. Yoochun blushed, cause for the other boy to chuckle as he moved to take his lips again. As the air grew cooler, their curiosity grew hot with anticipation.
Despite their seeming perfection, Yoochun found Jaejoong’s hands to be a bit calloused, though just as considerate as his kisses. They traveled down his neck, past his clothed torso and onto the bare skin beneath. Tongues and fingers both circled to the same rhythm, burning patterns of magic heat into their bodies.
If there was an incentive for learning to breathe like a swimmer, this was it, Yoochun thought. Because he never wanted to part from the rebel boy’s lips. Currently, his head drummed, growing lighter by the second. It could have been the high of endorphins or the lack of oxygen. Either way, it was clear Jaejoong was responsible.
Then when now-familiar fingers loosened the button of his jeans, caught what welcomed underneath, and all debate lost its purpose.
“You okay down there?” Jaejoong asked.
“Y-yes,” Yoochun gasped.
Jaejoong’s smile at that moment could have rivaled any star. “Good. Cause it gets better,” he encouraged. He kissed Yoochun one more time before standing.
“Where are you doing?” Yoochun asked, only to watch the other boy sit back down, reclining against the wall so that his feet were nowhere near the edge.
“Let’s get more comfortable.”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure.”
Yoochun fully intended to crawl next to Jaejoong. However, just as he was about to settle on his spot, Jaejoong stopped him. “Wait. Come over me.”
“What?”
“Straddle me,” Jaejoong explained.
Somewhat confused, Yoochun did.
Almost immediately, Jaejoong pulled him down for a well-deserved kiss.
Again, they were connected. Again, neither wanted to let go. Until Jaejoong found the very thing that could make them both mad with want, pulling Yoochun’s hips down to meet his.
“It’s still okay to touch you, right?” Jaejoong asked.
“Yeah-OH! FUCK!”
“You know what would make it even better?” Jaejoong managed.
“W-what?”
“If you touched mine too.”
Mimicking what Jaejoong had done before-loosening the button, pulling down the sipper and reaching in-Yoochun found the other boy’s length; long and hard, just like his own. Pretty soon, they were both frotting against each other, bare heated skin against bare heated skin, until the high from before returned and little could be done to stop it.
It took only a press of lips against his pulse for Yoochun’s body to tremble, completely giving in to the wave of sensations that spilled onto Jaejoong’s shirt. Even as his sagged against the other-his head to Jaejoong’s shoulder-it wasn’t until a gentle nip on his ear forced his eyes open that he noticed.
“Oh my god. I’ve-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize that it would-” Yoochun grew frantic, pushing away looking around trying to find something that would help.
“Hey, chill out. It’s fine,” Jaejoong assured.
“But your shirt-”
“Is disposable. Look.” Jaejoong took off his sullied shirt to reveal a white sleeveless tank underneath. “See. Problem solved.”
“Still. I’m sorry.”
“You can make it up to me later. Besides, I’m not the only that got splattered.”
“Huh?”
Jaejoong pointed to the stain on Yoochun’s jeans.
“Crap.” Yoochun complained. He stood to examine it better. Only to miss the other boy’s careful appraisal. “So much for walking back in broad daylight.”
“You could wash off that spot. There is plenty of water under us,” Jaejoong suggested, already moving toward the latter with his shirt.
“Wait! You don’t want to do that,” Yoochun tried.
“Why not?”
“The salt will most likely ruin it.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Jaejoong replied with a smile.
~@~
“Admit it. You just wanted me to take my pants off,” Yoochun joked as he hung his jeans on one of the ropes that wrapped around the lifeguard house.
Having finished with his shirt minutes ago, Jaejoong simply watched the other boy from his spot on the floor. “Maybe,” he admitted.
Taking the spot next to Jaejoong, Yoochun laughed. “Right. So what now?”
“Now, we wait for the sunrise.”
“That’s hours away. How about we nap before then.”
Somewhat unsure, Jaejoong agreed.
They settled as far away from the edge as possible, facing the sea. Jaejoong behind Yoochun, arm circling the other boy’s waist. A half hour passed before both realized, sleep as just not in the cards for the night. Even so, neither moved for a while. They chose to face the ocean and the stars, eyes open.
“Hey, Yoochun” Jaejoong called.
“Yeah?”
“You can’t sleep either?”
“Nope.”
“Too excited?” Jaejoong crooned against Yoochun’s ear, teasing.
The other boy’s eyes closed. Then Jaejoong’s touch moved ever so slightly and his body tightened, arching. “I-I think so,” Yoochun admitted.
Teeth grazed the shell of Yoochun’s ear, traced the curve of his neck and finally clung to his shoulder as the collar of his t-shirt was pulled down. All too easily, Yoochun’s body began to tingle again. He found himself too willing to let the other explore; nip, kiss and taste every bit of skin he pleased.
Yoochun moaned, only slightly aware of his voice. It wasn’t until it was muffled by his mouth on the floor that he realized he had been moved and Jaejoong’s lips were running down his spine.
“Jay?”
“I have lubed condoms, but I don’t have much to help with prep,” Jaejoong admitted, his hands sneaking up the thin material to the back of Yoochun’s thighs.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Yoochun lolled against the floor, thinking. “It’s okay,” he finally said.
“Are you sure? If you’re not used to it-”
“I am,” Yoochun mumbled. Jaejoong raised himself suddenly, expecting a more honest reply. Yoochun was too embarrassed to face him. “Well, as used to it as a dildo can get you,” he added.
It wasn’t long before he felt Jaejoong settle back down. “So the Seoul snob is here for a good a time?” he joked rather seriously.
“Not exactly. But it’s a nice bonus.”
Yoochun couldn’t believe he just said that.
Instead of giving him another snide reply, Jaejoong finally relaxed. This time he reached for Yoochun’s boxers, no questions or doubts as he kissed down the other boy’s spine again. Easily, Yoochun relaxed. Even as his legs were spread and that devilish tongue explored parts of him Yoochun struggled to touch himself, the rest of him tightened.
“You have to relax,” Jaejoong warned.
“H-how? Every-thing feels-”
“What?” Jaejoong teased, hands never stopping.
“Good. So-good” Yoochun struggled.
However, Yoochun didn’t get a chance to elaborate. Slowly, his t-shirt was completely removed and his boxers slid of his ankles before Jaejoong’s tongue probed the furrowed skin, wet and insistent. And there it was. That feeling Yoochun wanted all along.
As heat build between his legs Yoochun wasn’t sure whether he wanted to scream or beg.
“On your knees,” Jaejoong suggested quickly.
Yoochun raised himself up, allowing Jaejoong to reach for his length and start pumping with the rhythm of his tongue. Keening, Yoochun nearly fell back down. But even as his legs spread and his lungs tightened, he kept his place, waiting for the inevitable moment when he would release.
Just when he thought he would, the other boy stopped, moving to probe sensitive skin with his fingers instead.
To say that it didn’t hurt would be a lie. Despite his body nearly sagging against the floor, the third finger hurt. It was too dry and the stretch too wide. Somehow, Jaejoong managed to relax him again by arousing other parts of him until the stretch was forgotten.
“I’ll go in slowly. Tell me when to move, okay”
“O-okay.”
Oh the difference a little more lubricant made.
The slide in was easy. Holding off until Yoochun’s body wouldn’t rip apart was most definitely difficult when the warmth that wrapped around them both tightened again. But deep or shallow, each thrust took a little more of their resolve to be patient.
~@~
“Yoochun, wake up,” Jaejoong whispered from behind. “The sun is coming up.”
Yoochun stirred.
Barely.
Not that he could move much with the good looking stranger that currently wrapped around him. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.
“No. No more minutes. Open your eyes or you’ll miss it,” the other by coaxed again, lips against Yoochun’s shoulder.
Having little choice, Yoochun opened his eyes. It was barely light out. Doing more proved difficult.
“I left my stuff at the subway station,” Yoochun let out.
Jaejoong laughed. “It will open soon. No worries. Do you plan on going back home today?”
“Nah. I doubt they have even noticed I left yet,” Yoochun admitted.
Surprisingly, Jaejoong squeezed him; tight and unforgiving as they both looked out to the sunrise. When the moment passed he said, “Call them. You don’t have to go back but let someone know you’re okay.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, HYUNG!” he joked.
“You brat!” Jaejoong accused poking him.
“Ow! Yah! Stop!” Yoochun complained, pushing away from the other boy. But Jaejoong easily hovered over him anyway as he looked down, amused. “What?”
“You’ll give me your number, right? Before you go back?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun smiled. “Sure thing, Busan Namja.”
“Snob.”
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Warning: Nothing in particular. Just teenagers being teenagers.
Summary: Yoochun is fed up with-well-everything. But then he meets a boy from Busan.
A/N: Ugh. I miss these two.
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Five hours. The bus took five freaking hours to get to Busan. If Yoochun had known that beforehand he would have probably opted for the KTX train. Then again, twenty-five thousand won versus almost sixty thousand won was a no brainer, particularly when he wasn’t sure how much a room would cost exactly.
Currently, he had two choices. A love motel, cheap and accessible by definition; or a hostel, which according to the internet were abundant in most popular areas of Busan. On that end, he figured winging it wouldn’t be so bad.
The bus went straight to Haeundae station only five small blocks away from the coast. It was already dark out when he arrived and Yoochun was hungry and ready to stretch his legs. Fortunately, Gunam-ro wasn’t hard to find and he was well on his way down to the beach. At almost eleven, Yoochun hoped some places where he could eat were still open, preferably something more substantial than street food.
After leaving his stuff in the subway station lockers, only around the corner, he walked back up to the exit and set on his quest. He didn’t have to walk far to spot a few bars. But beer bars usually served for multiples-much like many late night restaurants-not singles. Clubs were definitely out of the question because he would definitely be carded there. That left him with only a round the clock gimbap shop to search for.
However, just a block from the beach he happened to spot an Irish style pub he had seen once during a daytime excursion in Itaewon. Much like at the present moment, he hadn’t planned his little adventure very much and found himself in the crooks of Itaewon, craving for something foreign and it just happened to be the place where he wouldn’t be asked for an ID. Foreigners didn’t seem to care much about that in Korea. He figured they must have lower drinking ages in their countries because even by Korea’s standards, Yoochun wasn’t exactly meeting that standard.
Walking into the Wolfhound now, he hoped this one was ran with the same kind of leniency.
“What can I get ya?” asked the bartender with that characteristic Busan attitude he had heard so much about.
Clearly, she wasn’t foreign. However, with an arm full of tattoos, piercings in overt places and more than a handful of obvious personality, she might as well have been from a rad circus in Venus.
“Yo! Earth to pretty boy! What can I get ya?” she asked again, though she was undoubtedly smiling.
“Uh. A bloody Mary?” Yoochun was almost sure that’s what he ordered last time and it was delicious.
“One bloody Mary coming right up.”
“And the food menu, please.”
“Sure thing.”
Unbeknownst to him, a mysterious somebody easily creeped his way next to him. “Fish&Chips is probably the best thing on the Menu. But it will set you back.”
“The whole menu will set me back,” Yoochun replied eyeing the prices. Fuck. He forgot about this part. Foreign equals expensive. “How much was that bloody Mary again?” he wondered.
“One awesome bloody Mary. Don’t waste it, pretty boy. Have you decided on grub yet?” asked the bartender.
“My friend here will take the double special. Grub can wait,” said the stranger.
“He’s with you? Didn’t think you mingled with outsiders, rockstar,” the bartender observed amused.
Yoochun was rather preoccupied with another little detail of conversation. “How do you know I’m not from around here?” he asked.
Both of the individuals looked at him as if the answer was obvious. And both laughed when Yoochun’s curious expression didn’t change.
“Yeah, okay. I get it now. Tell me when you’re ready for the second round,” the bartender said before leaving them alone.
“Jaejoong. But everyone calls me Jay,” said the boy offering his hand.
“Yoochun. Just Yoochun.”
Smiling, the curious stranger pulled him toward a booth, “Well, just Yoochun. What brings you to Busan on a Wednesday night? It’s a little early in the week to be ditching school, dontcha think?”
“How do you know I’m-” Yoochun tried, but was unexpectedly interrupted by the other when he drew in close-too close-to whisper, “Buddy, please. I can recognize my age group when I see it.”
Yoochun’s eyes grew wide and his body stiff. Fortunately, the other boy laughed and waved off his worries. “Chill. I won’t squeal if you don’t,” he assured, body sprawling and taking up most of the space. No matter, Yoochun wasn’t exactly a giant.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. So, watchu up to little runaway?
Frankly too nervous to say much, Yoochun opted for a cope out. “Mind if finish my drink before I let go of all my secrets?” Yoochun joked, already sipping his drink.
“Ah. A man of mystery. I like it.”
Yoochun downed his drink faster than the beat currently drumming against his skull. All the while, taking in details of the other boy. Jaejoong-or Jay as he was called-was especially good looking. That much was obvious; sun kissed skin over sharp muscles under thin fabric, a bare face sculpted to a rare and exotic perfection and a charm too willful to not be noticed.
He was also quite obviously well known, judging by the waves and smiles others offered. It made Yoochun wonder how a guy like Jay had even noticed him in a bar full of exceedingly good looking people. Yoochun believed himself to be average at best. No one had ever called him ugly or bullied him for his appearance but no one had ever praised him either. And aside from his slighter taller than average stature-which the boy next him easily matched-there was nothing particularly memorable about him either.
“Is your hair naturally this rowdy?” Jay asked, reaching for a strand that waved around Yoochun’s ear. Yoochun turned away embarrassed.
Or so he thought.
Currently, Yoochun’s hair was somewhere between not being short but not exactly long. It didn’t reach his chin, yet it draped over his ears in mess of almost curls. Something about puberty had driven his hair into madness. His voice too. But that part wasn’t quite as much of a nuisance. Maybe it was time to just cut it all off.
“Oh. Sorry. Personal space invasion,” Jaejoong hissed. “Sometimes I can’t help myself.”
“It’s okay.”
Somehow, that reply amused the other. “Is it? Perfect,” Jaejoong grinned menacingly. “Want to get outta here?”
“I-I haven’t finished my second drink,” Yoochun stuttered.
“Chug it.”
Yoochun did and before he knew it, he was already being dragged out.
“Wait. I haven’t paid my bill yet.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jaejoong informed. “Hurry or we’ll miss it.”
“Miss what?”
“You’ll see.”
They didn’t walk far. Jaejoong led them across the street, then through Fish Market street until they reached the end and could turn toward the beach. Only a few buildings before reaching the coast, Jaejoong pulled him into a building and up the stairs toward the fifth floor.
“It looks dark in here. It must be past midnight, are you sure this place is open?” Yoochun asked, not brave enough to voice out how creeped out he was that they were walking up a stairway a little too dark for his liking. “You’re not secretly planning to knock me unconscious and steal all my money are you? Because I don’t really have a lot of money. I can assure you would be thoroughly disappointed with your bounty,” is what came out instead before the other boy stopped and turned, causing Yoochun to collide onto to him.
Jaejoong steadied them both by wrapping an arm around Yoochun. “Trust me kiddo. No one would be disappointed with you as their bounty,” he said. “If I have my way, we’ll party all night.”
Not completely confused, Yoochun blushed. He could tell Jaejoong was about to elaborate when a loud roar of drums began to echo from above. “Shit. It started. Come on!”
Needless to say, going up five flights of stairs wasn’t in Yoochun’s list of easy things to do. By the time they reached the fifth floor and entered the secretly open bar, he was out of breath and in need of a good rubbing. His legs were on fire.
“Do you mind if I get us something to drink?” Jaejoong asked, looking perfectly fine.
“Water?”
“Cool. Be right back. Just enjoy the show.”
Yoochun looked to the stage. There was a trio there; one holding a guitar-all muscles, tanned skin and dazzling smiles, another at the microphone holding a base-all long legs, powerful tenor voice and wide glowing brown eyes, and the last behind the drums-all bungles of energy, boyish looks and charisma. The people present crowded the space around the stage, pushing and shoving for a better look, mindlessly moving to the rhythm of their music.
“Gnarly peeps, no? They practice every other day on weeknights, when traffic is slow. Word has it, they tour during weekends,” Jaejoong explained joining him.
“So they are a local band?”
“Yep. The best of the best,” Jaejoong said, offering him a bottled water. Yoochun took it gratefully. “One day, I’m going to be as awesome as them.”
Looking at Jaejoong now, Yoochun was sure it wouldn’t be too long before that happened.
With the crowd too eager to let the trio go, the show raved for almost an hour. Yoochun jumped and swayed, moving his body to the beat. Next to him, Jaejoong did the same. Even past the heat of the crowd, the noise that echoed loudly against the walls and elicit strangeness of not really knowing anyone in the room, Yoochun was having a good time. For the first time in a long time, he felt free.
“Follow me,” Jaejoong crooned into his ear suddenly.
Halfway down the stairs, Yoochun realized they might not be back and felt the urge to question. “Why are we leaving?”
“I need air, preferably the kind not damp with sweat and booze.”
“Where are we going?”
“You really like to ask a lot of questions, don’t you?” Jaejoong asked. Although he didn’t really sound or looked peeved when he turned to face Yoochun.
One step above Jaejoong, Yoochun contemplated the other boy, taking in the sight of the handsome rebel.
Noticing, Jaejoong smiled devilishly. “Have you ever been kissed, Yoochun?” he asked drawing closer.
“I’m seventeen. Of course I have.”
“By a boy?” Jaejoong asked still grinning.
“Yes,” Yoochun affirmed.
The other boy’s smile grew. “Oh, really?” he asked.
“Yes, really.”
“Who?” Jaejoong probed, unbelieving.
“A senior. In my Hagwon.”
“Extracurriculars, ey?”
“He was nice!” Yoochun found himself defending.
“Of course he was” Jaejoong sneered.
“Sorry, it’s just that I-I’m-”
Jaejoong laughed, taking his hand as they crossed the street to reach the beach. “It’s cool. I get it,” Jaejoong assured. “It’s your first time in Busan, right?” Yoochun nodded. “Where are you from?”
“Seoul.”
“Nice. Why would you leave?”
“Parents. Pressure. The usual.”
“Yikes.”
“You don’t seem to have that problem around here.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I don’t think it’s a matter of location. But my parents are pretty cool. Not lenient. Just cool. If I study hard, they let me play hard.”
“Lucky.”
“I guess so. Take your shoes off.”
“Huh?”
Jaejoong pointed to a tall wooden structure near the hide tide. From afar, it looked like a simple box on stilts. However, as they grew closer, Yoochun could see that the side facing the ocean was open.
It was a lifeguard station.
“Is it okay for us to be here?” Yoochun asked scaling up the old ladder. “Wouldn’t the tide get higher?”
The other boy laughed as he offered his hand to pull Yoochun up the last step. “You are a clever one. I hoping you wouldn’t notice until it was too late. Then you’d be stuck with me all night.”
“You don’t need a high tide for that,” Yoochun let out as he reached the top, not quite spotting Jaejoong’s wide grin. “Wow. This view is amazing,” he said looking out to the sea.
On the other side, Jaejoong never took his eyes off Yoochun. “It is,” he agreed.
“Do you think we can stay awake for the sunrise?”
“If you want.” Jaejoong sat by the edge, letting his legs dangle. “Come on, let’s sit. My legs are killing me!” he complained.
Yoochun laughed, mimicking him. “It was fun. Thanks for taking me there and being so nice to me tonight. I would have been completely lost without you.”
“Well, how else am I supposed to get you to kiss me?” Jaejoong asked, again, not taking his eyes off Yoochun.
Surprised, Yoochun’s head nearly snapped as he faced the other boy, eyes wide.
“What? You can’t be that shocked. I’ve been hitting on you since I saw you at the Wolfhound.”
Unexpectedly nervous, Yoochun couldn’t help himself and turned away. But all too soon deft fingers reached for his chin, making him face the other. Suddenly, Jaejoong was only inches away.
“So how about it? Will you let me kiss you?” Jaejoong asked.
“Why do you ask something like that? It’s embarrassing.”
“Well, if I didn’t ask, I’d be taking advantage.”
“A Busan gentleman. Who would’ve thought,” Yoochun joked almost pulling away.
Jaejoong frowned, despite his still gentle hold. “Maybe I have a taste for Seoul snobs.”
The first press of lips was soft, experimental. Even though, Jaejoong’s lips were chapped Yoochun wasn’t averted. In fact, he was all too distracted by snaking fingers around his nape, pushing him forward and Jaejoong’s pressing tongue.
Yoochun had been kissed before. His senior often called him out during breaks. They snuck out to the roof of their after school academy and spent minutes at a time together. They never had much more time than that but it was enough. For a while.
The opportunity for more never really came though.
This time could be different.
“Yoochun?” Jaejoong gasped, keeping their lips close.
“Mhm?” Yoochun hummed, eyes still closed.
“Can I touch you?”
Yoochun’s reply came in the form of another kiss, one that was just a tad bit more forceful then the ones before. Jaejoong reveled at the consent, wrapping an arm around the other to make their bodies meet.
When Jaejoong’s hand reached between his legs, Yoochun bucked forward, helping the other push them both to the floor.
“For a Seoul snob, you’re a good kisser,” Jaejoong joked as he looked down at him. Yoochun blushed, cause for the other boy to chuckle as he moved to take his lips again. As the air grew cooler, their curiosity grew hot with anticipation.
Despite their seeming perfection, Yoochun found Jaejoong’s hands to be a bit calloused, though just as considerate as his kisses. They traveled down his neck, past his clothed torso and onto the bare skin beneath. Tongues and fingers both circled to the same rhythm, burning patterns of magic heat into their bodies.
If there was an incentive for learning to breathe like a swimmer, this was it, Yoochun thought. Because he never wanted to part from the rebel boy’s lips. Currently, his head drummed, growing lighter by the second. It could have been the high of endorphins or the lack of oxygen. Either way, it was clear Jaejoong was responsible.
Then when now-familiar fingers loosened the button of his jeans, caught what welcomed underneath, and all debate lost its purpose.
“You okay down there?” Jaejoong asked.
“Y-yes,” Yoochun gasped.
Jaejoong’s smile at that moment could have rivaled any star. “Good. Cause it gets better,” he encouraged. He kissed Yoochun one more time before standing.
“Where are you doing?” Yoochun asked, only to watch the other boy sit back down, reclining against the wall so that his feet were nowhere near the edge.
“Let’s get more comfortable.”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure.”
Yoochun fully intended to crawl next to Jaejoong. However, just as he was about to settle on his spot, Jaejoong stopped him. “Wait. Come over me.”
“What?”
“Straddle me,” Jaejoong explained.
Somewhat confused, Yoochun did.
Almost immediately, Jaejoong pulled him down for a well-deserved kiss.
Again, they were connected. Again, neither wanted to let go. Until Jaejoong found the very thing that could make them both mad with want, pulling Yoochun’s hips down to meet his.
“It’s still okay to touch you, right?” Jaejoong asked.
“Yeah-OH! FUCK!”
“You know what would make it even better?” Jaejoong managed.
“W-what?”
“If you touched mine too.”
Mimicking what Jaejoong had done before-loosening the button, pulling down the sipper and reaching in-Yoochun found the other boy’s length; long and hard, just like his own. Pretty soon, they were both frotting against each other, bare heated skin against bare heated skin, until the high from before returned and little could be done to stop it.
It took only a press of lips against his pulse for Yoochun’s body to tremble, completely giving in to the wave of sensations that spilled onto Jaejoong’s shirt. Even as his sagged against the other-his head to Jaejoong’s shoulder-it wasn’t until a gentle nip on his ear forced his eyes open that he noticed.
“Oh my god. I’ve-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize that it would-” Yoochun grew frantic, pushing away looking around trying to find something that would help.
“Hey, chill out. It’s fine,” Jaejoong assured.
“But your shirt-”
“Is disposable. Look.” Jaejoong took off his sullied shirt to reveal a white sleeveless tank underneath. “See. Problem solved.”
“Still. I’m sorry.”
“You can make it up to me later. Besides, I’m not the only that got splattered.”
“Huh?”
Jaejoong pointed to the stain on Yoochun’s jeans.
“Crap.” Yoochun complained. He stood to examine it better. Only to miss the other boy’s careful appraisal. “So much for walking back in broad daylight.”
“You could wash off that spot. There is plenty of water under us,” Jaejoong suggested, already moving toward the latter with his shirt.
“Wait! You don’t want to do that,” Yoochun tried.
“Why not?”
“The salt will most likely ruin it.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Jaejoong replied with a smile.
~@~
“Admit it. You just wanted me to take my pants off,” Yoochun joked as he hung his jeans on one of the ropes that wrapped around the lifeguard house.
Having finished with his shirt minutes ago, Jaejoong simply watched the other boy from his spot on the floor. “Maybe,” he admitted.
Taking the spot next to Jaejoong, Yoochun laughed. “Right. So what now?”
“Now, we wait for the sunrise.”
“That’s hours away. How about we nap before then.”
Somewhat unsure, Jaejoong agreed.
They settled as far away from the edge as possible, facing the sea. Jaejoong behind Yoochun, arm circling the other boy’s waist. A half hour passed before both realized, sleep as just not in the cards for the night. Even so, neither moved for a while. They chose to face the ocean and the stars, eyes open.
“Hey, Yoochun” Jaejoong called.
“Yeah?”
“You can’t sleep either?”
“Nope.”
“Too excited?” Jaejoong crooned against Yoochun’s ear, teasing.
The other boy’s eyes closed. Then Jaejoong’s touch moved ever so slightly and his body tightened, arching. “I-I think so,” Yoochun admitted.
Teeth grazed the shell of Yoochun’s ear, traced the curve of his neck and finally clung to his shoulder as the collar of his t-shirt was pulled down. All too easily, Yoochun’s body began to tingle again. He found himself too willing to let the other explore; nip, kiss and taste every bit of skin he pleased.
Yoochun moaned, only slightly aware of his voice. It wasn’t until it was muffled by his mouth on the floor that he realized he had been moved and Jaejoong’s lips were running down his spine.
“Jay?”
“I have lubed condoms, but I don’t have much to help with prep,” Jaejoong admitted, his hands sneaking up the thin material to the back of Yoochun’s thighs.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Yoochun lolled against the floor, thinking. “It’s okay,” he finally said.
“Are you sure? If you’re not used to it-”
“I am,” Yoochun mumbled. Jaejoong raised himself suddenly, expecting a more honest reply. Yoochun was too embarrassed to face him. “Well, as used to it as a dildo can get you,” he added.
It wasn’t long before he felt Jaejoong settle back down. “So the Seoul snob is here for a good a time?” he joked rather seriously.
“Not exactly. But it’s a nice bonus.”
Yoochun couldn’t believe he just said that.
Instead of giving him another snide reply, Jaejoong finally relaxed. This time he reached for Yoochun’s boxers, no questions or doubts as he kissed down the other boy’s spine again. Easily, Yoochun relaxed. Even as his legs were spread and that devilish tongue explored parts of him Yoochun struggled to touch himself, the rest of him tightened.
“You have to relax,” Jaejoong warned.
“H-how? Every-thing feels-”
“What?” Jaejoong teased, hands never stopping.
“Good. So-good” Yoochun struggled.
However, Yoochun didn’t get a chance to elaborate. Slowly, his t-shirt was completely removed and his boxers slid of his ankles before Jaejoong’s tongue probed the furrowed skin, wet and insistent. And there it was. That feeling Yoochun wanted all along.
As heat build between his legs Yoochun wasn’t sure whether he wanted to scream or beg.
“On your knees,” Jaejoong suggested quickly.
Yoochun raised himself up, allowing Jaejoong to reach for his length and start pumping with the rhythm of his tongue. Keening, Yoochun nearly fell back down. But even as his legs spread and his lungs tightened, he kept his place, waiting for the inevitable moment when he would release.
Just when he thought he would, the other boy stopped, moving to probe sensitive skin with his fingers instead.
To say that it didn’t hurt would be a lie. Despite his body nearly sagging against the floor, the third finger hurt. It was too dry and the stretch too wide. Somehow, Jaejoong managed to relax him again by arousing other parts of him until the stretch was forgotten.
“I’ll go in slowly. Tell me when to move, okay”
“O-okay.”
Oh the difference a little more lubricant made.
The slide in was easy. Holding off until Yoochun’s body wouldn’t rip apart was most definitely difficult when the warmth that wrapped around them both tightened again. But deep or shallow, each thrust took a little more of their resolve to be patient.
~@~
“Yoochun, wake up,” Jaejoong whispered from behind. “The sun is coming up.”
Yoochun stirred.
Barely.
Not that he could move much with the good looking stranger that currently wrapped around him. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.
“No. No more minutes. Open your eyes or you’ll miss it,” the other by coaxed again, lips against Yoochun’s shoulder.
Having little choice, Yoochun opened his eyes. It was barely light out. Doing more proved difficult.
“I left my stuff at the subway station,” Yoochun let out.
Jaejoong laughed. “It will open soon. No worries. Do you plan on going back home today?”
“Nah. I doubt they have even noticed I left yet,” Yoochun admitted.
Surprisingly, Jaejoong squeezed him; tight and unforgiving as they both looked out to the sunrise. When the moment passed he said, “Call them. You don’t have to go back but let someone know you’re okay.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, HYUNG!” he joked.
“You brat!” Jaejoong accused poking him.
“Ow! Yah! Stop!” Yoochun complained, pushing away from the other boy. But Jaejoong easily hovered over him anyway as he looked down, amused. “What?”
“You’ll give me your number, right? Before you go back?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun smiled. “Sure thing, Busan Namja.”
“Snob.”