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Drawn Passions (Not SMM Universe) Part Two

Drawn Passions (Not SMM Universe)
Pairing: Jaeho
Part Two: Jaejoong is curious about yaoi. Yunho has a few answers.
Rating: R (NC-17 Overall).

Apparently there is going to be another part. Part One.

Plunny gifted by: thuggedoutchick. Honey, please forgive me for taking liberties. I fear I've subverted your plunny. It's a bit of a crack!fic. But made with love :D


They avoided one another for the better part of two weeks, ducking around the other members and speaking as little as possible. Cognizant of the tension between his two hyungs, Yoochun stealthily moved into the other room, claiming the shared space had become too warm in the encroaching summer heat. Junsu and Changmin welcomed the other man into their room, leaving the two older members to stew in the mess they’d made of their relationship.

“We need to talk this out, Boo.” Yunho cornered Jaejoong in the kitchen one afternoon. The sun had barely skimmed the horizon, casting long streams of light into the living room. They intersected the dark chairs set against the far wall, bringing a brilliant yellow splash to the vermillion fabric.

Jaejoong looked up, trapped against the long counter, his exit effectively blocked by the other man’s presence in the kitchen. Ambient sunlight struck the paleness of his face, casting long shadows along the edges of his cheekbones. Startled, the singer looked up and Yunho nearly lost his breath at the sparkling amber depths lurking in his friend’s deep gaze.

“What do we need to talk about?” Jae pursed his mouth. His emotions played over his pretty face, his guilelessness making it nearly impossible for him to hide behind any pretence.

Yunho knew that face all too well. It always surprised him when he heard others call Jaejoong cold and untouchable. To the leader, Jaejoong embodied fire, a hot burning flame that threatened to consume every shred of reason it came up against. There was no ice at all in the singer, only a heated eroticism which seared everyone he came near.

Sometimes, Yunho wished he could distance himself from that fire.

Other times, he wanted to walk through it and stand there until his flesh burned clean from his bones and his soul cracked under the heat.

“We need to talk about,” Yunho paused, unsure about how to approach the subject. “This thing.”

He’d waited until the other three fled the too tight air of the apartment. He didn’t care where they went, just so long as they were gone. He’d even given Changmin a handful of money and some mumbled instructions on not to return for a few hours.

“What thing? You grabbed me, shoved me down onto the bed, kissed me and then ran off,” Jaejoong shrugged, trying to keep his body relaxed. It was harder than he imagined, feigning disinterest. “What is there to talk about? Did you leave something behind in my mouth? I brushed my teeth later to get the taste of you out of it. I didn’t find anything.”

Yunho was wrong. Jaejoong definitely knew how to be cold. The singer’s words dug into his skin and ripped out entire strings of nerves, leaving a stinging in its wake. Wincing, he placed his hands on each counter top, blocking the aisle leading out of the kitchen. If Jae was going to flee, he’d have to climb up over the counter to do so.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, baby,” Yunho started to say and damned him if Jaejoong didn’t hitch himself up onto the counter top, slide over the Formica and landed inelegantly in the dining room.

He watched with an open-mouthed horror as the other man grabbed at one of the chairs before he toppled over, his leg nearly giving out under the sudden press of his entire weight on his knee. Without thinking, Yunho reached for his waist, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong and supporting him, lifting him as he had often did when the other man was on crutches.

“Let me go,” Jae meant for it to come out as a demand. Instead, it sounded like a plea, as if his words mean nothing but hold me closer. He wanted to hate himself for that but sighed heavily when Yunho’s arms tightened, refusing to release him.

“No, Boo,” Yunho whispered, his deep voice husky in Jaejoong’s ear. “We’re going to have to talk.”

“I don’t want to,” He sounded like a petulant child, angered at being denied his favourite toy. Thinking on it, Jae supposed that is exactly what happened.

The leader was used to coaxing Jae into a better mood. He and Yoochun could teach a class on it. Most of the time, it was an easy task, a few whispers and that delicate, erotic smile would emerge. From the set of Jaejoong’s jaw, Yunho knew he wouldn’t see that smile for quite some time.

“Come here,” He duck-walked a reluctant Jae down the hall, heading straight for their bedroom. The singer dug his heels in near the bathroom, refusing to go another step. The chilled look he cast over his shoulder at Yunho withered at the sight of the other’s face. The leader was not going to be denied.

Gently pushing the singer through the open door of their bedroom, Yunho reached for the knob, shutting the world out behind him. Standing near the threshold of their small, square world, he watched as Jaejoong wandered about, his eyes everywhere but on the young man standing in front of him. The sight of Jae’s long fingers tracing a pillow trim made him swallow, wondering if the singer would take such care in outlining everything he touched.

Since he’d savoured Jae on his tongue, everything Yunho ate seemed like cardboard, tasteless and dry. It infuriated him to no end to watch the others tease their singer, bringing out that shy laughter with only a few words. In the past few days, all he’d achieved were angry glances and pointed stares. The sharp words flung at him in the kitchen was the longest interaction they’d had since that single ill-fated kiss.

“Jaejoong,” Yunho’s voice stilled the other’s movements, trapping the young man in mid-step. The singer turned and Yunho’s heart cracked into pieces at the pain fighting with Jae’s anger. Reaching for Jae, Yunho’s fingers barely skimmed his arm before he pulled away. “Please, don’t look at me like that.”

“How do you want me to look at you?” The pain was seared away under the brunt of Jae’s fury. Widening his eyes and tucking his folded hands under his chin, he gazed in mocking adoration at Yunho. “Maybe you expected me to just swoon because you touched me? Is this how you expect me to behave? Like some lovesick puppy wanting just a little bit of affection from you?”

“No,” Yunho admitted, taking a step towards the other man. “I want to see you look at me like you did that night.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Jae snorted, turning away slightly. “You’re the one who ran off like I was something dirty.”

“That was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” The leader said, crossing the distance between them. Grasping Jae’s shoulders, he roughly turned Jae around to face him. “Stop fighting me. I want to talk.”

“I don’t like how you do your talking,” Jae started to say then his world filled with the softness of Yunho’s mouth on his lips.

The cockiness that simmered in Yunho emerged, a strutting manliness that demanded attention and took everything it felt it deserved. Craving the sweetness of Jae’s mouth, the leader pressed harder, forcing the other man back until his legs struck the edge of one of the beds.

It was the soft moan that crept up from Jae’s throat that undid Yunho. And the feel of those long fingers pressing themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. Not thinking about anything except for the licking flames curling out of his belly and scorching his senses, Yunho pushed Jae down onto the mattress, covering the young man’s long body with his own hard weight.

His mouth took as much as it could, coaxing with little gentleness every single drop of sensuality in the moistness he found on Jae’s swollen lips. Commanding Jae’s mouth, Yunho turned his attentions to the buttons on the young man’s shirt. They confounded his fingers, small infuriating plastic puzzles that refused to be slid free of their threaded prisons.

Edging his knee between Jae’s, Yunho pushed aside the singer’s legs, nesting himself in the V he created. The temptation of Jae’s mouth lured him closer, a promise of something indefinable and unimaginable lurking just beyond the heat of the other’s body. His instincts were driving his hands, his palms finding the inward curve of Jae’s stomach, and the flat span of the other’s ribs. He wanted to tear the cotton fabric from the singer’s body, frustrated at the thin barrier keeping him from the satin ivory skin he knew lay beneath.

The sound of his shirt ripping startled Jaejoong, his breath coming in small gasps as he struggled to regain some control over his overheated mind. His mouth ached, left empty when Yunho pulled away. For a brief, all-too-scary moment, he feared the other was leaving again, abandoning him amid the tangled sheets like he’d done the other day. The jerking tear of his shirt’s tattered remains pulled at his shoulders and then cool air wafted over his bared belly, a shocking brush of cold on his hot, flushed body.

The icy kiss of the air conditioning was replaced with a flick of Yunho’s tongue on his nipple, the leader’s hands roaming over his chest. Teeth nipped the areole into a rigid bud while sharp fingernails captured the other, twisting it around slightly until Jae gasped and writhed under the other man’s touch.

“Yunho, this is crazy,” Jae found his tongue pressed up against the roof of his mouth, and he swallowed, trying to get his mind working. Every fibre of his being said that he was crossing a line that he could regret but his hands refused to release their grip on Yunho’s shoulders. Worse still, his fingers traveled over the firmness of the other man’s back, clutching him closer still.

“Stop talking,” The leader murmured around Jaejoong’s nipple, taking another lingering bite around the soft plump nub.

“I thought we came in here to talk,” Electricity arced down over his belly, clenching Jae’s stomach muscles and tightening the hardness forming between his legs. “God, Yunnie-ah!”

He couldn’t finish speaking, the small spark of desire burst into a cascade of explosions in the back of his brain, shutting off all conscious thought. Yunho’s mouth had moved, tracing down the flat of his belly, following the line of his muscles until the heat of the other’s tongue teased at his piercing. Suckling at the delicate span of skin cupped by the diamond mount, Yunho slid his tongue in deep, pressing into the shallow cavity as he moved his hands under Jae’s body, cupping at the singer’s ass.

Yunho knew he’d found heaven when he sucked small beads of sweat from Jae’s abdomen. The salty-sweetness tingled his tongue and when he swallowed, the taste held a promise of the milky seed he could coax from Jae’s body. He’d never considered another man before. Not once. He’d always been attracted to women, coy giggling creatures that smelled of baby powder and candy.

Now Yunho couldn’t imagine not having the sexy, writhing young man under him.

“We’re not going to do this,” Jae tried to shake the other loose, his limbs refusing to dislodge the other man. His body trembled under Yunho’s roaming touch, then shook hard when he felt the warmth of Yunho’s tongue lap at the edge of his waistband.

“We are, Joongie,” Yunho looked up, his dark hair disheveled and loose about his face. A storm lay brewing in those seductive, cocky eyes and Jae’s breath hitched in his chest at the sheer want he could see in their depths. Tilting his head down, Yunho trailed a kiss along the low waist of Jae’s pants, tugging at the material with his teeth until more of the other’s skin was exposed. “You’re so smooth. I can’t imagine how soft you are and then it’s like velvet. Sugared velvet.”

“Do you know how pissed off you get me?” Yunho murmured against the intoxicating skin that held him in thrall. “You look at me so innocent and coy then look away when that dark something hits me in the guts.”

“If I piss you off, why are you….God, Yunho, you’re driving me crazy,” Jae gasped, his nerve crumbling under Yunho’s onslaught. The other man’s mouth was wicked, a trail of sin winding over his naked torso. “We have to think about this. We have to…”

“We have to get these jeans off of you,” Yunho’s eyes were narrowed and he hooked his hands around Jae’s waist, pulling the other man up further along the bed, Resting his knees on the mattress, he quickly stripped his t-shirt off, throwing it onto the floor where it lay near the remains of Jae’s shirt.

Kneeling there, looming above the singer, Yunho knew he’d found salvation. It lay under him, long legs straddling his. Sprawled over the bed, Jaejoong looked like a fallen angel, cast down from Heaven for being sin incarnate. His face wore a slight flush and his hands fluttered up, unsure about his nakedness under Yunho’s frank stare. There was a hesitance in the other man’s movements, as if Jaejoong felt unworthy of the leader’s admiration.

“Your mouth should always look like this,” Yunho traced the swollen ridge of Jae’s upper lip, pressing lightly against its softness. “And I should be the only one who does this to you.”

“This isn’t…” Jae sighed, opening his mouth for Yunho’s kiss as the other man lowered himself onto the singer’s prone body. Gasping, he arched under the leader’s caresses, unable to form a coherent thought. “Yunho, I need to…”

“Do you want me to stop, Jaejoong?” Yunho tilted his head back, his breath hot on Jae’s parted mouth. “Tell me that you want to go and I’ll leave. Or tell me to stay and let me finish what I’ve started between us.”

His body waged a silent battle, the heat of Yunho’s body warring with the chill of being discovered. The leader’s hands felt so right against his sides, gripping him and stroking the flush up from his pale skin. He could see himself in the pages of the manga he’d purchased, splayed apart and wanting, panting in need for the man who bent over him. Deep inside of him, Jae could feel an ache and his body seemed to betray him as it shivered when Yunho’s mouth skimmed lightly over his jaw.

He couldn’t breathe, much less think. His world suddenly became a rectangular padded mattress and warmed by the sensual, muscular form of Jung Yunho. If everything turned to dust around them, Jae knew he wanted one thing most of all.

“Don’t go,” He whispered, a whiskey heat setting his voice on fire. “I need you. Need you inside of me.”

Looking up through his lashes, Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes and murmured. “Please, Yunnie-ah. Don’t leave me.”
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