Pairing: Yunho and Jaejoong
Chapter Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
Taking off until Monday. No updates until then. California Time.
Summary: A pair of lovers, their brothers in all but blood, love, confusion and hope. Probably some dancing. Definitely some smex. Not necessarily in that order.
Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. Plato
“Not here,” Yunho whispered, raising his voice to be heard. There were too many people, too many eyes and voices. He felt himself shudder and close up, tightening himself into an armoured ball. “Not here, Joongie.”
There was a pleas in his voice Jaejoong could not ignore. A private person, Yunho’s daring was personal and intimate and Jae could respect that for his lover. Sliding away, Jae eased off the pressure he’d placed on Yunho’s entrance and nodded, brushing a gentle kiss on the other man’s mouth.
He’d barely touched Yunho but the man’s sex strained with the touch. Inured to alcohol, they both were relatively sober, the edge of their stoicism taken off with the few drinks they’d consumed back in the restaurant. Loose boned and feeling free, Jaejoong laughed when Yunho grabbed at his hand and pulled a tissue out from his pocket to wipe at Jae’s fingers.
“I didn’t touch you that deeply,” Jae said in Korean.
“I…” Shame flooded Yunho’s mind, pinking his face brightly. His eyes skirted to one side and then another, searching the darkness for prying glances but no one around them was paying them any attention, the couples…and in one case, a threesome… enraptured in their own worlds.
“Live with me for once, Yunnie-ah,” Jaejoong said, leading the other man out. “Tonight, let’s pretend that we aren’t anyone with burdens or responsibilities. That we’re two young men who have found one another to love.”
“I don’t want to go back home,” Yunho said, shifting away from the crowd with a dip of his shoulder. The burn of sake in his belly was gone and the bracing chill of night air on his face shocked him into sensible thoughts. “Let’s find some place…”
“Come, I know what to look for,” The other man replied.
The street outside of the Liquid Room was cramped. Throngs of people milled under the area’s banners and overhangs, a cloud of cigarette smoke lingering overhead. Behind them, the club’s music crept out past closed doors, spilling noise into the street. Nearby, a young woman in a green plaid skirt and tied off white shirt danced alone, her black hair pulled up into two pony tails on either side of her head. Jaejoong caught the stealthy glance Yunho gave her, his gaze drawn to her naked long tanned legs. Keeping his shirt closed with his hand, Yunho looked up, catching Jae’s curious glance. He shrugged, a half-apology for being caught looking.
A quick question to a waiting cab driver earned them information, the answer easily secured with a few crumpled yen. Following a hastily drawn map on the back of a receipt, they found the love hotel’s entrance, a discreet door with a placard of rates next to it. Falling into a fit of giggles, they slipped into the lobby, a short carpeted foyer that smelled of apples and flowers. The older man behind the counter bowed once and then took Jaejoong’s credit card.
“Here,” Yunho said, reaching for his wallet. “I’ll pay.”
“Not tonight, Yunnie-ah,” Jaejoong pressed his hand over Yunho’s. “Tonight, it should be me.”
The room was a pleasant surprise. A frothy white comforter covered the king-sized dominating the small room. The walls were a light honey wood panels offset with peachy-cream paint and two small lamps provided a soft light, lengthening the shadows along the smooth white ceiling. Sprays of orchids were arranged in a rectangular glass vase on a small round table and Yunho touched a white Phalaenopsis, amazed to find it was real.
“I think…” Yunho stood at the end of the bed, watching his lover take off his jacket. “I think I’m too sober for this.”
Spotting the small bar fridge tucked next to the bed, Yunho opened the door and pulled two mini-bottles of cheap whiskey. Cracking the plastic ring, he was about to tip the end up and fill his mouth when he spotted Jaejoong standing next to the bed, studying him with a resigned look on his face.
“What?” He said. A few drops of alcohol dribbled onto his tongue and he gagged at the raw taste, choking on the fumes. Making a face, Yunho took a quick breath and downed the bottle, swallowing the double-shot with distaste. “Meh, that’s horrible.”
“You…” Jaejoong picked up his jacket, clenching it with his fist. “You have to get drunk before you can… God, I’m an idiot.”
Shaking his head, Jaejoong fished the key out of his pants pocket, tossing it onto the table. Yunho crossed the room in two strides, grabbing his lover’s shoulder and turning him around. Facing the taller man, Jae blinked and looked away, an uncomfortable heat pushing up from his belly.
“It’s not like that,” Yunho leaned in. He slid his hand down Jae’s shoulder, gripping his upper arm tightly. “I don’t have to get drunk to touch you.”
“No, but you have to get drunk so I can touch you,” He shot back, canting his chin up to stare into his lover’s face.
Familiar anger simmered then flowed from the centre of Jae’s arousal. It hurt to see the empty whiskey bottle on the bed and stung more if he looked at the unopened one in Yunho’s hand. The stink of cheap alcohol burned his nose and the smell of it on his lover’s breath roiled the calm in his brain. Hissing, the singer jerked away, pulling himself free. Reaching for him, Yunho stopped cold when the young man snarled at him, baring his teeth.
“Don’t touch me,” Jaejoong spat. “God, how fucking stupid can I get sometimes?”
“Don’t Joongie-ah me, Yunho.” He paced away, circling the bed.
“You promised to be patient.” Yunho reminded him.
“I promised patience,” Jae replied sharply. “I didn’t promise to rape you while you’re half drunk. Fuck, I might as well be…”
The man’s name hung there, unspoken and heavy. Yunho canted his head back, breathing in deeply to ward off his temper. The sour taste of whiskey gurgled up from his stomach, searing his throat and tongue. Anger rolled off of Jae’s body, his shoulders tucked in tight and his hips squared off.
“You’re more angry at yourself than you are at me,” Yunho said softly.
“That would be pretty hard,” Jae snorted derisively. “I’m pretty pissed off at you. But yeah, I…there’s just so much… stuff around us. You have to be the leader and in control because it’s who you are. We’ve fallen into these roles and I can’t become more without stepping on who you are. I can’t even have sex with you without tangling up into these… problems. They’re like octopus arms strangling me.”
“Legs,” Yunho said absently. “Octopus have legs, not arms.”
“You know what I mean, Yunho,” Jaejoong tried not to smile and failed, ducking his head to hide his laughter. “You’re throwing me off of my anger.”
“Good,” The man said, walking over to slide his arms around Jaejoong’s waist. “Listen to me, Boo. Okay?”
Tucking Jae’s head against his shoulder, Yunho rocked him close, relieved when the other man’s arms snuck up to wrap around him. They stood holding one another, listening to the other breathe and feeling their bodies relax. Yunho sighed with relief when Jae’s jacket slithered to the ground as he let it go to place his hand on the small of Yunho’s back.
His body remembered the touch of Jae’s finger against his entrance and he ached there, unsure of the need growing inside of him. The stroking had been erotic, nearly as softly sexual as Jaejoong’s mouth on his lips. Fuzzy from the alcohol, Yunho rested his cheek on Jaejoong’s shoulder, kissing the bone rise under his shirt.
“I tried to make this easier,” Jaejoong whispered. “I did… everything the others suggested.”
“How many others did you talk to?” Yunho closed his eyes. If he listened to their breathing, he heard a lilting beat, the harmony of their bodies falling into a song. “How many people know I’m too scared to let you make love to me?”
“Two,” He answered. “Gakkun and Minnie-ah but Gackt-san wouldn’t say anything…”
“Three,” Yunho laughed. “I talked to Dong-Wook about it too.”
“What did he say?” Jae took up Yunho’s song, stepping into a slow circle, dancing to a silent melody. They swayed without thinking, the sounds of traffic and street noise coming through the hotel’s thin walls.
“He suggested I get drunk and force myself on you.”
“Hah!” He chuckled. “Min said to get you drunk and make you ride me like a carousel horse.”
“A carousel horse?” Yunho laughed. Jaejoong’s scent intoxicated him, more so than the whiskey he’d downed. “I don’t need to get drunk to have you touch me, Joongie. I really don’t. It’s more… “
“It doesn’t matter why, Yunho,” He said, rubbing the line of his lover’s back. “It’s that you need it at all. If you need to be drunk to do something, then it’s not something you want to do. I don’t ever want to be a part of something that you need to be drunk for.”
“Unless it’s a belly button piercing?” The man teased.
“Oh God no, you’ll throw up,” Jaejoong lifted his head, jostling Yunho from his shoulder. The horrified look on the singer’s face was priceless and Yunho kissed the corner of his open mouth. “You will. Being drunk and piercing your belly button can make you sick. Your muscles all clench up. I know. I was drunk when I did mine.”
“Then I’ll keep that in mind whenever I have the crazy idea to be chained to you for the rest of my life,” Yunho whispered. “Although I think we do fine with rings and kisses.”
“Those are nice too.” Jaejoong pressed his forehead on Yunho’s temple and the man turned his head until they were nose to nose, moving their feet in soft, lazy circles. “I want you, baby but I don’t want you to… hurt for me. I can’t stand that. I can’t. I don’t want to get you drunk or trick you or even seduce you. I only want to be inside of you because you want me there. I only want to be around you because you want me there. That’s the only way I ever want to make love to you, Yunnie-ah. The only way.”
“Good,” Yunho said, capturing his lover’s mouth in a fierce kiss. “Because I can tell you, scarily sober and wanting you very badly, that I want to try to do this. Not because it’s what you want but because I think it’s what I need. I need to complete us, Joongie-ah. I need to complete this ring we wear between our souls. No matter what happens… no matter how long we take… I need to be there with you… inside of you and around you. Show me how good it is, baby. Make love to me, Boo. Please.”