Genre: AU, fluff, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story. I wish I had YunJae and if I had my way, they'd move to New Zealand so they can be civil-unionised here
Summary: Yunho knows ice very well. He is the youngest team captain in the history of the best professional hockey team in South Korea, bringing his teammates to glory time and time again. But a little something has been missing lately, a spark that everyone has grown to recognise from the young man. His teammates know exactly what’s wrong but he refuses to acknowledge it. Jaejoong is much too young to be this cynical and jaded. At least, that’s what his parents say, but what do they know? They love their only son and only want him to be happy despite not agreeing with his rock star lifestyle. When the 29 year old finds himself in rehab after a sort of accidental overdose, his tearful parents give him an ultimatum. Now he has to figure out what to do with the ball of ice that is his heart…
AN1: You REALLY need to be playing this song for this part. REALLY REALLY REALLY. Play it from when Jaejoong gets home… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAa9GX6db8g Don’t blame me if you miss this, because I actually had to change my underwear imagining this scene, especially Jaejoong’s voice dear god… OTL
AN2: This banner was done by taigrin
Jaejoong is feeling trapped. He agreed to attend this function only because of Hyunjoong, and his so-called friend is nowhere to be found. He has no idea how many shots of soju he’s had, but he is feeling pleasantly buzzed.
But the alcoholic buzz is not enough to push away the stifling feeling of being uncomfortable in his own skin. The week away from the cesspool that is the entertainment industry has made him hate his occupation even more. He loves to sing. He lives to sing. But he can do without all the fucking assholes that seem to be everywhere.
He feels an unwanted hand on his waist, and he turns, snarling.
“Get your fucking hands off me.”
“Is this how you greet an old friend?”
Jaejoong eyes Seunghyun up and down. The man is past tipsy, and he can see the scars on his face from a brutal beating from no one knows whom under the bb cream. He cannot stand the man. The producer is the epitome of two-faced. He’d smile at you on one side, and stab you in the back on the other, just to get ahead in the world. But that’s not the only reason he hates him. Seunghyun preys on the younger idols, and he’s seen more than his fair share of broken hearts, and even broken bodies. He used to hang out with the man, yes, but after the incident with Jessica, all he wants to do is punch the man whenever he sees him. In fact, he’d love to meet the guy who practically broke every bone in the man’s face a few years ago and congratulate him on a job well done.
“Friend? I have no friends.”
“That’s because you’re too picky pretty boy. We could have had fun, you and I.”
He growls, grabbing the finger than Seunghyun is now trailing down his cheek, tilting it backwards painfully. However, it goes to show exactly how drunk the older man is, because he doesn’t seem to notice as his reddened eyes stare off dreamily at Jaejoong’s face.
“What was that bitch’s name? That blonde bimbo? Jane? Jodie? Whatever. The little slut was calling your name as I fucked her into the bed.”
Jaejoong’s control snaps, as does Seunghyun’s finger.
The howl of pain from the inebriated man attracts attention from all over the room, and in the chaos, Jaejoong slips out, shaking in anger. He should not have come. Fuck Hyunjoong. Fuck Seunghyun. Fuck the whole fucking industry. He feels so dirty and used. Used by Hyunjoong and tainted by Seunghyun.
His phone buzzes just as he gets into his car, and his moan of pain echoes in the confines of his Lamborghini.
I got held up at the family dinner I told you about last night. I’ll be home in twenty minutes. I hope your work thing went well (^-^)
He tosses the phone into the passenger seat and puts the car into gear, manipulating the gear shaft brutally as he reverses wildly, tearing out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. He needs to calm down, he has to calm down, before he gets home.
He feels overwhelmed. Yunho doesn’t deserve someone like him. The young man with his guileless nature would be eaten alive in the environment that Jaejoong has to somehow thrive in. This is where all the alcohol and substance abuse comes in. There is only so much a person can take before you just want to numb yourself to everything and everyone. In the last week, he has never felt more alive.
He speeds all the way home, not caring about traffic cameras or anything like that as he normally is. He has been trying to stay under the radar and out of the press, and so far he has succeeded. But after the rather public assault on Seunghyun tonight, he won’t be surprised if the police are not far behind, waiting to arrest him should the bastard choose to press charges. He won’t put it past the man. He has tried to avoid him for this very reason. Jessica had been like a little sister to him, and she had naively believed that Seunghyun really did care about her. All he wanted was another notch on his bed post, nothing more. Rumour had it that Seunghyun was either married or in some kind of long term relationship with someone outside the industry a few years ago. But Jaejoong doesn’t believe it, because the man never stopped sleeping around as far as he could see.
Jessica had been his only real friend, and whatever Seunghyun had done, had made her family pack her off to America. She had refused to take any calls from him, because it was he who had introduced them. Jaejoong will never be able to forgive himself for that.
He blinks in surprise when he finds himself already outside his parents’ home in Anyang. A quick look at the clock on the dash shows that barely ten minutes has elapsed. He must have run every single red light or something because the drive normally takes about twenty minutes. He is confused though, because there are four cars parked outside the house, and one of them is blocking the entrance to the garage.
Jaejoong drives up onto the lawn, not wanting to leave the car on the street, making a note to apologise to his mother for it and offer to pay for landscaping. He vaguely remembers his father mentioning something about his team having dinner at the house every Thursday.
Just fucking great.
Jaejoong trusts no one, and he barely trusts his parents. That’s how bad it has gotten, and when his dad had promised that his team would keep his secret their secret, he had scoffed, feeling guilty when Coach Kim’s face had fallen. It had taken a lot of convincing on his parents’ part for Jaejoong to be alright with the idea of them possibly knowing who he is. However he did tell his parents not to tell them that he is their son. If they recognise him, fine. If they don’t, leave it.
He checks his reflection in the mirror, mouth curling as he notes how angry he still looks. He is still simmering, and the ten minute drive has not calmed him down much. What he wants is to go to bed, but he knows he will at least have to acknowledge his father’s guests, and not embarrass the man. He can always drive around till they go, but his phone is almost dead and Yunho is waiting for him.
“Goddamn it!” Jaejoong gets out of the car, slamming the door loudly, stalking to the front door, his low heeled boots clipping loudly on the cement pavement.
As he enters the house, raucous laughter can be heard, utterly masculine, and he scowls darkly. He digs into the pocket of his thick jacket for his sunglasses and puts them on. He then proceeds to zip his jacket up all the way, so the lower half of his face is somewhat blocked off as well. Feeling marginally more protected, knowing he will be unable to hide behind his “Hero” mask without humiliating his parents with his behaviour, he has to use any means necessary to try and hide his identity. Plus, he is still fucking pissed and it will definitely show on his face.
He slams the door shut, and the laughter cuts off suddenly. He almost laughs, not knowing why it is suddenly silent, but it amuses him nonetheless. He doesn’t bother taking off his shoes, prepared to apologise to his parents in the morning over it. He needs his armour, and that includes his boots.
Jaejoong squares his shoulders, grateful for the sunglasses and his jacket, as he puts his hand into his pockets and saunters casually into the open plan dining and living area.
What greets him first is the smell. The beautiful smell of his mother’s cooking and his mouth waters immediately, and he suddenly feels ravenous. He has barely eaten, and all that alcohol is running loose in him unchecked by food. As he appears round the corner, in full view of the dining table, he can see mouths dropping open as the five men gape at him.
His heels clipping on the tiled floor is loud, and he sees his mother drop her gaze to his feet, and then back up to his face. He shakes his head imperceptibly at her, and she sighs, nodding in acceptance. There is an empty seat on his father’s right, and he drops heavily into it.
The silence continues, and Jaejoong is resigned, knowing it will have to be him to break the silence.
“Aren’t you going to introduce your guests?” Jaejoong winces inwardly at his tone. It comes out far colder than he intends, bordering on rude even. His father too is gaping a little at him, and he sighs.
Coach Kim is a little dumbfounded. He did not expect Jaejoong home this early, and now that he is here, he is feeling suddenly uncomfortable about introducing his famous son to his somewhat famous team. He believes they will keep the man’s secret, but that’s not really the point. Jaejoong came home to get away from everything that the entertainment industry is, and that includes fans. While he is not sure if any of the men at the table are fans, he is pretty sure they will recognise him and probably behave like fans even if they aren’t.
He can sense his son is not comfortable either, and he feels sorry for even pushing the subject. The boys would have normally left by now, but with Yunho not being there, they have all been indulging in a bit of a gossip session about who the man can possibly be dating. No one’s the wiser, not even Junsu, and Changmin is extremely put out at not being confided in as well. They have all given up asking Yunho about it during practice, because all that happens is more and more punishing drills till the team can barely remember their own names from sheer exhaustion let alone remembering that they want to know about this mysterious person in Yunho’s life.
But dear god, he is more than willing to let Yunho keep his secrets if it means he keeps playing the way he has. The man is wiping the floor with his own team, and Coach Kim is not too modest to say that he knows his team is the best out there. And even they cannot keep up with Yunho, which is saying a hell of a lot. He is anticipating the game with the Oji Eagles so much, convinced that they may even hit double digits in points. He makes a mental note to remind his wife to try and make Jaejoong sit and watch the game on the sports network tomorrow night.
Finally, it is not Jaejoong or Coach Kim who breaks the silence, but Yoochun who is seated next to Jaejoong and thus, he has the best view of them all.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous.” And then as if he remembers where he is, he sends an apologetic look to either end of the table. “Sorry, Coach, Mrs Kim.”
Jaejoong grits his teeth, flexing his jaw, making the sharp line even more pronounced as he fists his hands in his pocket. Are all jocks like this? Rude? Uncouth?
Yunho is none of that.
Yoochun gets a sharp elbow to the chest from Junsu for his outburst, and the table starts chuckling nervously. He cannot help it though. He is basing his observation on the man’s skin alone. At least, he thinks it’s a man. The voice had been masculine, but how many men have skin like that? His bearing is almost regal, ramrod straight, and he wishes he could see his eyes, because he has a feeling they will be breathtaking. His tone had been vaguely annoyed when he demanded an introduction, the coldness is like a hand slapping across the previously warm atmosphere. And it also sounds vaguely familiar.
Jaejoong gives up when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. He is going to have to be rude.
He stands up, checking his phone, seeing that it is a notification that he has an email in his DreamDate inbox, and thus, this is his cue to leave. He unzips his jacket slightly, feeling stifled in the thick coat in the warm house. He doesn’t notice Changmin and Han Geng’s gasp of surprise.
“Mum, Dad, I’m sorry, I have to go. Can you keep a plate of food for me? I’ll come down later and eat it. Have a good night.”
He doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, turning and stalking off immediately. His steps making sharp staccato sounds that keeps the people at the dining table riveted towards his retreating form, till he disappears up the top of the stairs.
Changmin exhales loudly, shaking his head, trying to clear his mind. He knows that mouth. And the voice too. But he needs confimation.
“Coach, who was that?” His tone is nonchalant, but his insides are twisting weirdly. The reason for that is because he recognises that mouth from one thing, and the voice from something else, and he knows, he just knows, that they will match.
“That’s my son. I’m sorry he was rude. He had to go in to work today and for some reason it always makes him cranky.” Coach Kim laughs nervously, his eyes darting across the table to his wife whose expression is carefully blank.
“What’s his name?” Han Geng asks quietly, and Changmin immediately looks past Kangin at their oldest team mate. Han Geng had been seated directly opposite him.
A question that should have an immediate and simple asnwer, takes far too long to come, and in that pregnant silence, Changmin knows. And his confirmation comes in the form of a very soft female voice to his immediate left.
“Jaejoong?” Yoochun echoes, eyes widening. “That’s not a very common name.” His mind is whirling. He only knows one Jaejoong, and that’s… “Jaejoong as in Hero Jaejoong?”
Coach Kim and Mrs Kim are silent, and the five remaining members of Anyang Halla stare back and forth at each other.
Kangin breaks the tension with a chuckle, shaking his head at his coach. “Coach, you’ve been holding out on us. We didn’t know you were related to a rock god, what with your horrifying penchant for trot music.”
The table bursts out laughing. The sound is still tinged with nervousness, but the warm atmosphere is back, as Kangin teases and ribs his coach and his wife about their son. Kangin may be a brute on the ice, and a little dense off the ice, but his heart is always in the right place.
The team leaves about ten minutes later, but Changmin calls for a huddle just before they all disperse into their separate cars. They are standing by Jaejoong’s Lamborghini, drooling at the sleek silver car.
“Guys, I think I know who Yunho is dating.”
“Huh?” Junsu stares at the taller man. “Did Yunho text you during dinner or something? What the heck?”
“No.” Han Geng replies before Changmin can. “I’m pretty sure I know who he is dating too.”
Yoochun, Kangin and Junsu look back and forth between the two tallest members on the team apart from Yunho. They are cold, confused, and newly exhilarated by what they have just found out today, but even the news that Hero Jaejoong is the son of their coach pales in comparison to finding out about their team captain.
“Remember what his match’s name was?”
“Coach Kim’s son is Hero Jaejoong.”
“So? I guess he’s Kim Jaejoong too. I’m sure there are a few floating around. Why the hell would Hero Jaejoong need to go online for a date when he can have anyone he fucking wants?” Yoochun’s tone is incredulous, scoffing at the two men who both send frowns his way.
“Did you see his mouth?”
Changmin digs into his pocket for his phone, punching earnestly onto the keypad, and then groaning.
“He changed the password.”
“Of course he did!”
“Wait, I think I can still try and find his match.”
The older four men wait as Changmin presses into his phone a few more times, before hissing in disgust.
“Their profiles are closed.”
“What do you mean?”
“On this site, if you’ve found your match and no longer want to be matched with anyone else, you can set your profile to “dating” and your profile automatically becomes unavailable. Hey, wait!”
Changmin starts pressing into his phone again, before letting out a whoop.
“Fuck, it’s true!”
“What? What? Bloody hell can you stop talking in exclamations and just tell us.”
“When you click on an unavailable profile, it will tell you who that person is dating. Here, this is Yunho’s profile.”
Everyone crowds around closer to look at the screen of Changmin’s Galaxy Note.
JUNG YUNHO IS DATING KIM JAEJOONG
“Ok, so we’ve established that he is dating the person he got matched with. But that man was blonde. When the heck was Hero Jaejoong ever blonde?”
“Forget the blonde, can you remember his mouth?”
“Not all of us are blessed with memories likes yours and Yunho’s, idiot.”
“Then take my word for it. Hyung, you remember too, right?” Changmin directs his question to Han Geng who nods immediately.
“The Kim Jaejoong who got matched to Yunho is 29. Hero Jaejoong is 29. He can sing, play and instrument, and enjoys poetry and artistic pursuits that include composing. He also has a hell of a unique pout.”
Junsu, Yoochun and Kangin’s eyes are wide in the bright streetlight. They are starting to believe.
“Oh fuck, this is not good.”
Jaejoong kicks off his boots and strips quickly out of his clothes. In seconds, he is naked as he falls into bed, not even bothering with his laptop as he pops the sim card out of his dying phone and putting it into the fully charged one sitting on the bedside table before dialing a number from memory.
Yunho is typing a second email to Jaejoong, when his phone rings. He doesn’t bother looking at it before answering.
“Hello? This is Jung Yunho.”
A throaty chuckle, before a husky voice assails his ears, the timbre sending shivers coursing down his spine.
“Do you always answer your phone with your full name? How very cute.”
“I…uh…um…” Yunho is dreadfully tongue tied. How can someone sound so sinful uttering just one word? Dear god, if his voice matches his face, he is so done for. He is thankful, yet not, that he decided to go to bed naked. He can feel his cock stirring and he is in so much trouble because he has no idea what he is going to do. He hopes Jae doesn’t plan on staying on the phone for the next two hours because he will probably die from blue balls by the end of it.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Jaejoong stretches out, arching off the bed, sighing into the phone as he does, though really, it is more of a moan.
“Oh god…” Yunho manages to choke out, his cock is filling fast and he is looking around desperately for something to stop it somehow. But of course, there’s nothing. He shuts his laptop, putting it under the bed before stretching out face down on the bed, the phone balanced against his ear as he bites his pillow to keep from making inappropriate sounds. How is this man killing him this quickly? He hasn’t had sex in months, but to be turned on this quickly is ridiculous, surely?
“Not god, it’s just Jae tonight…” Jaejoong purrs into the phone. Yunho’s voice is low, deliciously deep yet soft.
“I like the way you say my name.”
Memories of what had happened earlier flit through Jaejoong’s mind, and he squeezes his eyes shut against them. He doesn’t want to remember. He wants to feel. He wants to feel alive, not dead. Right now he is feeling close to death. Perhaps it is a tad melodramatic, but he is sick of feeling this way.
“I had a very bad time at work, and I’m a little drunk.”
“Oh…” Yunho heart is confused as it both tries to break at the words, and speed up because Jae has managed to breathe the words out, making them sound sexy, even in the words actually aren’t.
“Can you fix me?”
“Wh-what do you want me to do?” He asks, but somehow he knows. And his cock definitely knows, now painfully hard and digging into the mattress because it has nowhere else to go.
“I want you, tonight.”
“H-how?” Yunho hates that he is stuttering but dear god his mind is absolute mush right now. Jae has got to be some sort of voice actor or something. Or even an actor. His voice can melt stone.
“Tell me what you want to do to me right now. I’m lying in bed…naked…remember our first conversation? I wasn’t kidding…I really was naked. And I am all yours tonight.”
“Are you shy? I’m shy too, but I want you too much. I want to feel your body against mine.”
“Mmmmm…remember the other night when you said you’d be willing to be my anything? Can you be mine, tonight?”
Yunho moans low into his pillow, hand clutching his phone to his ear, the other hand fisted under his pillow, his nails digging into his palm because he has no idea how to do this. He’s not inexperienced in the bedroom, far from it, but this is Jae, he’s six years older, and from the sounds of it, he definitely knows what the fuck he’s doing. He’s never had phone sex before and he is burning hot from being painfully turned on as well as being embarrassed and shy as fuck.
“I…I…I’ve never done this before.”
Jaejoong smiles as his eyes pop open, he will be Yunho’s first in at least one thing then. He can take this slow. He has all night, and Yunho’s little distressed sounds are going straight to his cock. He fists himself lazily, as he starts humming a tune into the phone. He lets go, sitting up to grab his guitar from next to the bed. Music is his aphrodisiac, and his voice is his instrument. He no longer cares if Yunho will recognise his voice, as he plugs the headset into his phone, popping the bud into his ear as he starts to strum on the guitar, singing softly, his voice very husky and breathy, to suit the song.
“If your feet hurt from walking too much… then I will tend to them…with a velvet touch.”
Yunho doesn’t recognise the song, but every strum of the guitar strings resonates in his soul. He knows enough English to understand the words well enough. There is something about the way Jae sings. It is not empty the way pop is. He can feel every word as if it is touching him, branding him even. His voice is low and sexy as hell, and he knows the older man is trying to relax him. His falls in love just a little bit more over the sentiment behind Jae’s actions.
“If your lungs just don't want to work today… then I'll perform a mouth to mouth… until you're okay.”
“Jae…” Yunho moans out softly, thinking about the man’s mouth in his profile photo, as he turns slowly onto his back. He holds the phone to his ear, as his other hand roams down his body, towards his neglected cock.
A ghost of a smile tugs at the beautiful man’s pouty mouth as he hears the ache in Yunho’s voice as he calls his name. He keeps strumming, and singing.
“Don't you just love… the feeling of my fingertips… circling your lips.”
Jae’s voice drops even lower at the start of this part of the song, and Yunho closes his eyes, feeling as if the man’s mouth is on his skin. The way each word escapes his throat, the way he breathes it out, he can imagine Jae’s mouth on his. He puts his own fingertips on his own lips, tongue licking, tasting, imagining that he is tasting Jaejoong.
“Don't you just love… the desire taking hold of you… I can tell you do.”
Jaejoong’s lips twitch slightly into a smirk at the end of the line, and it translates into the way he sings, making the last few words sound a tad knowing, a tad wicked. He is rewarded by a husky sigh as Yunho once again calls out his name.
“I know all your favorite spots… and tonight we will connect the dots.”
“Tell me your favourite spots…”
Jaejoong licks his lips as Yunho’s low voice washes over him. He can feel the goosebumps raise on his skin, and his balls tighten in response and he drops his guitar beside the bed as he slips back under the covers.
“There’s this spot right below the ear. It’s such a soft spot, whether on a hard man or a pliable woman. I want to kiss you right there, and rub my nose against your jaw, licking my way to the base of your throat, and then kissing my way back up to your mouth.”
“Your mouth is beautiful…”
“So is yours…”
“I want to feel your lips against mine, softly licking and nipping. I like it when you bite. Do you want to bite me, Jae?” Yunho has no idea where the words are coming from, but they’re spilling out a lot easier than earlier. Jae’s singing has relaxed him completely, and all he wants is to make the man happy.
Jaejoong groans in response, his hand finding his cock as he thumbs his slit, smearing precum everywhere to get some sort of lubrication going.
“I want to tug on that pouty bottom lip of yours and suck on it till you moan into my mouth.”
“Don't you just love… the feeling of my fingertips… circling your lips.”
Jaejoong’s eyes open in surprise, as his words are sung back to him, perfectly in tune. Yunho’s singing voice is a little higher than his speaking voice, but the pitch is right, and Jaejoong cannot help but moan in response as he lifts his knees, planting his feet on the bed as he parts his thighs.
“I’m pretty sure the singer wasn’t meaning lips the way you and I mean them right now…”
“Fuck,” Jaejoong bites out, helpless as he imagines Yunho’s fingers against him.
“Do you want my fingers there, Jae? Circling…”
Yunho smiles into the phone, playing with the head of his cock, as he throws Jae’s words back at him. “I like the way you say my name…”
“Brat,” Jaejoong chuckles softly, as his hands slip lower, fondling his balls.
Yunho smirks slightly, lips twitching as he breathes out a single word, making his voice a little whiny, yet still low and husky.
“Oh my god.”
“Where are my fingers Jae…”
Jaejoong lets out a shaky breath. He’s pretty sure he had the upper hand earlier, but somewhere along the way, Yunho caught on, and the man is clearly a quick learner.
“In my mouth…”
“Put your index and middle fingers in your mouth and pretend they’re my fingers. You can bite if you want, I like it when you bite…”
Jaejoong’s hips are gyrating gently on the bed as he complies, suckling on his fingers, making sure the wet sounds can be heard by the younger man on the other end of the line.
“God, I wish that was my cock you were sucking that wetly.”
“Not god, Yunho…Jae…”
“Jae…your mouth, fuck…” Yunho is fisting his shaft, moving it in tandem with the sounds coming from the phone, his eyes are clenched shut, and he can almost see the man’s pouty mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. He moans then.
“Your fingers are all nice and wet now…”
“I’m trailing them down your body, skimming over your nipples… do you like that, Jae?”
“I have a nipple piercing…”
“Oh dear fuck,” Yunho eyes fly open as he almost chokes, chewing hard on his bottom lip as Jaejoong laughs throatily in his ear.
“You like that do you?”
“I have one too…”
Now it’s Jaejoong’s turn to choke. “How has this not come up in our emails?”
“Forget emails.” Yunho’s eyes are shut again. “I’m teasing the barbell, flicking my finger against it, before tugging gently, and then I move down your body…”
Jaejoong whines into the phone as he does exactly what Yunho says, but he wants more playing with his nipples.
“I know you want me to lick your nipples don’t you? Bite them? But you have to earn that. I want to go lower…” Yunho chews on his bottom lip again before breathing out, “please don’t tell me you have a belly piercing too…”
“What if I do?”
“Then I’m going to shove my fingers back in your mouth as I bend my head to flick my tongue against your piercing, licking around it, and dipping it into your belly button. Beautiful, Jae…”
Jaejoong is moaning around the fingers that are back in his mouth, and he can hear Yunho chuckling darkly on the phone.
“So you do have a piercing huh? Suck my fingers, make it good and wet. Very wet.”
Jaejoong suckles some more, before pulling off with a loud pop, satisfied with the sound Yunho makes when he does it.
“No more teasing, Yunho… I want your fingers in me.”
Yunho turns his head, groaning long and low into his pillow, exhaling shakily before he puts his mouth back to the phone.
“Circling… Jae, my fingers are skimming down your body, over your pelvic bone. No, not touching your pretty cock just yet. It’s so wet isn’t it? Just like mine. All red and angry because it is so full and heavy, wanting your body. Do you want my body, Jae?”
Jaejoong’s thighs are parted as his hand skips past his needy cock, and he groans lowly. “I want your body. I want to kiss and lick every inch of you… I want to ride you till you see fucking stars. And then… and then… will you let me fuck you?”
Yunho’s hand pauses mid-stroke, his mouth dropping open in a gasp, his eyes squeezed tight as he draws his knees up. “You…you want to fuck me?”
Jaejoong licks his lips as he purrs, “I want to feel you underneath me, moaning as I bend your oh-so-flexible body in half, leaning down to kiss you, swallowing your gasps as I pump into your body.”
“Fingers…” Yunho manages to choke out. “My fingers, they are playing and teasing around your tight hole. I can feel the ridges of the pucker, that’s how fucking tight you are. How many fingers do you want, Jae?”
Jaejoong flips over, getting on his knees, face down with his ass in the air. The covers have been kicked off, but he doesn’t care. It is too fucking hot anyway, as he slips his hands between his thighs, curving them up to touch his tight opening. He slips the tip of one finger in, groaning as his body protests it. He hasn’t been fucked in well over a year, and he suddenly finds that he misses being filled.
“One…just one first, I’m so tight.” Jaejoong moans into the mouthpiece.
“I can feel your walls squeezing my finger. I can imagine how hard your body will squeeze my cock. Can you feel me, as I slip my finger into you, circling…”
Jaejoong buries his finger to the hilt in his aroused body, ignoring the slight pain at the intrusion.
“Move, baby. Move your finger so I can take more.”
“I want to worship you with my mouth, as I fuck you with my finger. Your body is so tight, I want to watch my finger disappearing into your body, but I also want to kiss you. Tell me, Jae. What do I do?”
“Fingers…fingers…watch your fingers oh god.” Jaejoong slips the second finger into his tight hole. Spit is not good lubricant at all, and it hurts, but it hurts so good.
“Fingers, baby? Two fingers buried in you, scissoring, preparing you for my cock. Tell me you want it.” The words are spilling out, Yunho’s eyes are clenched shut as he imagines exactly what he is saying, he is on his side, the phone held in place by his pillow as he pumps his cock, clear liquid seeping out with every other slow pump. He doesn’t want to speed up just yet because he knows he is close. He is sucking on his own finger tips, his tongue wrapping around the tips of his own digits as he imagines them disappearing into Jae’s body.
“I want it. I want you, god I want you. I want your cock in my mouth. Don’t you want my pretty pout wrapped around your hard cock? Sucking and licking at that thick length, preparing it. I’m flicking my tongue across the head of your cock, You taste so fucking good…”
Yunho groans, thumbing his slit, and scooping up some precum, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on it.
“Do you have lube?”
“Lube me up, I want to fuck you.”
Jaejoong pops his fingers out of his body, reaching out blindly, his face buried against the pillow as he tries to regulate his breathing, rummaging his dresser for lube. He finds the bottle, and lets go of his cock long enough to pour the thick viscose liquid over three fingers. He pops two fingers of the hand that was on his cock previously, sucking noisily as he moans around it.
“I wanna suck you off, but I want you to fuck me even more. You’re all lubed up now baby. I’m on my knees, face down on the bed with my ass up, waiting for you.”
Yunho groans long and low, as he lets go of his cock briefly, focusing on the image in his mind.
“I’m trailing my fingers down your smooth back, feeling you shiver underneath my fingertips. My hands are squeezing your hips, lining my cock up with your body, baby. Hard and fast or soft and slow?”
Jaejoong shakes his head, mouth open against the bed. He has no idea how his brain is still functioning, but god, he needs this to end soon before he explodes.
“I can’t hear you, Jae. Do you want me to fuck you into the bed and make you scream?”
“Y-y-yes. Oh god, yes.”
“Not god, Jae.” Yunho smirks, as his hips buck forward, hand wrapped around his shaft, moaning loudly.
Hearing Yunho, Jaejoong plunges his three lubed fingers into his barely prepared hole, screaming into the pillow as he does so, his body stretching and accommodating. Tears spring into his eyes at the pain but it really hurts so good. He can barely breathe, the pain is there, but god, he really feels like it is Yunho fucking him, and that makes him gasp.
“You’re so fucking big oh my god… I can feel everything and it hurts… but it hurts so good. I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”
Yunho had been startled by the muffled scream in his ear, but Jaejoong’s words ease his worries as he starts to pump his cock harder and faster, imagining that he is pistoning into a tight, welcoming body.
“You’re so fucking tight. Beautiful, Jae… so fucking beautiful and tight. I can feel every single drag of your walls against my cock and you’re so tight it’s hurting me. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“N-n-not hurting.” Jaejoong is barely coherent as he pumps his fingers faster into his tight body, scratching at his prostate, a choked scream coming out when he does so. “Just fuck me. Harder. Oh god, you can see your cock going in and out of my body can’t you? I want you to watch that thick hard cock disappearing into my body as you fuck me into the bed. Move, baby, move.”
“Fuck… fuck… Jae dear god.” Yunho’s hand is a blur, as he pumps. He knows he is close, and the image of Jae bouncing off his hips as he thrusts into him is crystal clear in his mind. “Moan for me, baby. I want to hear that beautiful voice moaning my name.”
“Yunho…” Jaejoong calls out, keening his name as he fists his cock, trying desperately to stay upright. His cheek is pressed against the pillow, as he fucks himself, imagining that tall, gorgeous young man fucking him from behind. “Fuck me, baby. I’m so close. I want you to fill me with your cum. Yunho…”
Yunho groans, as Jaejoong’s distressed and needy whimpers echo loudly in his ear. He can hear the man’s uneven, gasping breaths, and his own hand moves quicker over his cock.
“I wish we had time for you to ride me, because I want to fist your cock as you bounce on top of me, but I’m going to come. Fuck, Jae. Harder. I’m going to fuck you harder. And I want you to scream my name as you come. Scream for me baby.”
Jaejoong can hear the shakiness in Yunho’s words, and the way his breath is hitching as he speaks, and he knows he is close. He groans softly, as he stabs at his prostate again, and the urge to let go is there, but he wants Yunho to come first.
“Baby, god fill me up. I wanna feel you come in me. Next time, you can spray your cum all over my body, even my face, but for now, I want you to fill me good. Make me yours. All yours.”
“I’m flipping you over because I want to see your face as you come. I want to look at you. Mine, your body…” Yunho turns onto his back as he tenses, his body as tight as a well-made bow, and he lets out a guttural groan, Jaejoong’s name spilling from his lips in a litany as he finally comes heavily onto himself.
Yunho’s orgasm allows Jaejoong to let go, and let go he does, as he stabs at his prostate one last time, his hand working furiously over his cock as he comes long and hard, wailing Yunho’s name loudly, completely uncaring as to who might hear him as he finally collapses onto the bed, not caring that he is lying in his own cum.
All that can be heard from either side is harsh breathing, as they both struggle to catch their breath.
Jaejoong recovers first, but he still feels like playing.
“I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass…”
“Oh god…” Yunho squeezes his eyes tightly shut, as he fights to level his breathing. He strokes a hand up his body, and it catches the cum decorating his chest, and he smirks slightly as he brings his soiled fingers up to his mouth. “You sprayed your cum all over me… I want to taste you.” And he pops his cum smeared finger into his mouth, sucking languidly, smiling around his finger as Jaejoong moans in his ear.
“Do I taste good?”
“You taste incredible.”
Without thinking, Yunho kisses the phone, even licking it.
Jaejoong hears it, and he starts to giggle. “You’re so adorable.”
“And you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe you just made me kiss my phone.”
“I think I just made you do more than kiss your phone.”
“Mmmmm… I feel like I can go again, but I should probably sleep.”
“You’re flying out tomorrow right? For your game?”
“Yeah, and I don’t know if I can make it for 10 because the game ends at 9, but I’ll try to leave you a message or something.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can wait till you get back on Saturday.”
“Alright, sleep well, Jae.”
“You bet I will. And remember…”
“I know all your favorite spots…” Jaejoong sings, pausing briefly, smiling, before he hangs up. He hates saying goodbye to Yunho via email, and he hates it even more on the phone so he doesn’t say it.
Yunho catches himself just in time before he utters the possibly catastrophic sentence in response to Jae’s sleepy, sexy, sated, voice. But he does say it when he hears the dial tone.
“I love you.”
AN1: Extra long chapter to sustain y’all through the weekend while I’m unable to update ;-) And uh… I had to change my underwear three times while writing this. I was literally pausing and squirming every 2-3 lines. I was dying. I’ve been told that I’m way too sensitive. I probably am, but it’s useful to be able to feel everything I write… But uh, really it’s ridiculous.
AN2: And you can bet Yunho wiped the ice with the Oji Eagles after that…………….. >>________>>