Dancing Drunk
Title: Dancing Drunk
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong are only out to get drunk and dance ‘til dawn; no girls necessary tonight. Um, guys, I didn’t mean ‘no girls’ in that sense… Guys?
God, he was beautiful. Dressed to impress, but tonight was about fun, not fucking. That didn't mean that girls weren’t still trying to dance with him, of course, but Yunho was glad when Jaejoong declined all of them. More Jaejoong for him. They were just there to get drunk and dance until the morning, and that’s what they were going to do. Or at least, that had been the plan. But the alcohol was flowing and the music was thumping and the lights were flashing across Jaejoong’s face in such a way as to bring out his cheekbones, his nose, his lips, and Yunho found himself moving closer.
Jaejoong really was beautiful. Obviously Yunho knew that, had known for years, but it was like he was seeing just how beautiful for the first time. His hands had settled on the other’s hips before he even knew what was happening.
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open, broken out of his trance by the physical contact, but he relaxed again when he saw Yunho’s smiling face. Had Yunho always been that much taller than him? He looked good. Better than good. Jaejoong smiled lazily and rested his forearms against Yunho’s chest, bringing them even closer. Dancing was fun. Dancing with Yunho was especially fun.
Jaejoong’s waist was different from all the girls he’d been with, but Yunho decided it was a good kind of different, and moved his hands to the small of Jaejoong’s back. It was easier to dance like that. This close, Yunho could smell Jaejoong’s aftershave and wondered if he’d always smelt that good. It was nice. He lowered his head to the other’s neck, inhaling deeply. Really nice.
As the song changed, Jaejoong changed the swaying of his hips to fit the new rhythm and linked his wrists behind Yunho’s neck. His hands brushed the other’s hair. It was soft. It had always looked soft, but he’d never touched it before. Now, though, he ran his fingers through it, marvelling at the softness, wondering if he could just touch it all night.
Yunho began to move his hips in time with Jaejoong’s, following his lead. His left leg made its way between Jaejoong’s, bringing them closer again. Was this normal? To dance this close to his friend? Normally he only danced with girls like this, but if Jaejoong didn’t think it odd, then why should Yunho? Besides, they were drunk and Jaejoong was hot. Wait, what?
Jaejoong’s hands tightened in Yunho’s hair as his crotch made contact with Yunho’s hip for the barest of seconds. His blood was pumping and he was more sensitive. Had Yunho noticed? He hadn't pulled away, so Jaejoong supposed not. His head tilted to the side as Yunho’s nose grazed his neck and he accidentally rubbed himself against Yunho again. He wasn’t as quick to move away this time. Was that weird? Did it even matter?
Their bodies were much closer now, pretty much chest-to-chest. Jaejoong had a strong chest. It felt pleasant against Yunho’s and he noticed how much more of their torsos were touching without breasts in the way. It was interesting. His arms tightened around Jaejoong. His right hand travelled up a little whilst his left splayed across the small of Jaejoong’s back, drawing their bottom halves tight together. He felt his cock thicken and hoped Jaejoong wouldn’t freak out.
Jaejoong didn’t even try to pull away. He just shifted so that his own burgeoning erection could rest against Yunho’s. He’d never felt a girl get hard against him before… He thought it was kind of funny. He moved against Yunho and groaned, inaudible over the loud music.
The groan had reverberated in his chest though and Yunho had felt it, along with Jaejoong rubbing against him. He rubbed back. Oh God, that was good. He did it again. And again. And again. Could people see them? Did he even care?
Jaejoong’s hips moved to his own rhythm now, the song forgotten, Yunho’s hard cock against his own the only thing that mattered. He shivered as something touched the junction of his shoulder and he realised that it was Yunho’s lips. He thrust harder in response. He could feel everything, the hitch in Yunho’s breath and the pulsing of his cock. It was like nothing else.
Yunho resisted the urge to bite Jaejoong and simply pulled him tighter instead. He muffled his moans against the other, jerking slightly when someone brushed passed their entwined bodies. He had never been harder. He rubbed himself against Jaejoong, delighting in the roughness, wondering why they’d never thought to do this before. They were both very obviously enjoying it. Very obviously.
Jaejoong ground against Yunho harder, almost whimpering in pleasure. He rocked up ever so slightly onto his tiptoes, realigning their crotches and putting pressure on different areas. He did whimper then and clutched the other more tightly. His hips circled, shifted, pushed, moved as erratically as his heart was beating, the feelings within him climbing higher. He just needed a little… bit… more…
“Jaejoong,” Yunho moaned, his rhythm faltering. “I’m, gonna…”
Yunho stiffened against Jaejoong, his cock spurting inside his underwear as he came. The fleeting thought of ‘That was embarrassingly quick’ disappeared as soon as it was formed, lost in the bliss of orgasm.
Jaejoong’s eyes snapped open as Yunho called his name and he gasped, suddenly brought back to reality. He couldn’t stop his release though, the situation he was in only serving to push him over the edge. He pulled on Yunho’s hair, trying to anchor himself as he shook against his friend. His friend that he had just rubbed himself off on. Oh God. His eyes fluttered shut again.
They were still for a minute, still holding each other, breathing deep and coming down from their highs. Slowly they separated, hesitant to meet the other’s eyes but not entirely willing to let go just yet. Finally they looked at each other.
Silence, and then Yunho asked, “Drink?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah.”
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong are only out to get drunk and dance ‘til dawn; no girls necessary tonight. Um, guys, I didn’t mean ‘no girls’ in that sense… Guys?
God, he was beautiful. Dressed to impress, but tonight was about fun, not fucking. That didn't mean that girls weren’t still trying to dance with him, of course, but Yunho was glad when Jaejoong declined all of them. More Jaejoong for him. They were just there to get drunk and dance until the morning, and that’s what they were going to do. Or at least, that had been the plan. But the alcohol was flowing and the music was thumping and the lights were flashing across Jaejoong’s face in such a way as to bring out his cheekbones, his nose, his lips, and Yunho found himself moving closer.
Jaejoong really was beautiful. Obviously Yunho knew that, had known for years, but it was like he was seeing just how beautiful for the first time. His hands had settled on the other’s hips before he even knew what was happening.
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open, broken out of his trance by the physical contact, but he relaxed again when he saw Yunho’s smiling face. Had Yunho always been that much taller than him? He looked good. Better than good. Jaejoong smiled lazily and rested his forearms against Yunho’s chest, bringing them even closer. Dancing was fun. Dancing with Yunho was especially fun.
Jaejoong’s waist was different from all the girls he’d been with, but Yunho decided it was a good kind of different, and moved his hands to the small of Jaejoong’s back. It was easier to dance like that. This close, Yunho could smell Jaejoong’s aftershave and wondered if he’d always smelt that good. It was nice. He lowered his head to the other’s neck, inhaling deeply. Really nice.
As the song changed, Jaejoong changed the swaying of his hips to fit the new rhythm and linked his wrists behind Yunho’s neck. His hands brushed the other’s hair. It was soft. It had always looked soft, but he’d never touched it before. Now, though, he ran his fingers through it, marvelling at the softness, wondering if he could just touch it all night.
Yunho began to move his hips in time with Jaejoong’s, following his lead. His left leg made its way between Jaejoong’s, bringing them closer again. Was this normal? To dance this close to his friend? Normally he only danced with girls like this, but if Jaejoong didn’t think it odd, then why should Yunho? Besides, they were drunk and Jaejoong was hot. Wait, what?
Jaejoong’s hands tightened in Yunho’s hair as his crotch made contact with Yunho’s hip for the barest of seconds. His blood was pumping and he was more sensitive. Had Yunho noticed? He hadn't pulled away, so Jaejoong supposed not. His head tilted to the side as Yunho’s nose grazed his neck and he accidentally rubbed himself against Yunho again. He wasn’t as quick to move away this time. Was that weird? Did it even matter?
Their bodies were much closer now, pretty much chest-to-chest. Jaejoong had a strong chest. It felt pleasant against Yunho’s and he noticed how much more of their torsos were touching without breasts in the way. It was interesting. His arms tightened around Jaejoong. His right hand travelled up a little whilst his left splayed across the small of Jaejoong’s back, drawing their bottom halves tight together. He felt his cock thicken and hoped Jaejoong wouldn’t freak out.
Jaejoong didn’t even try to pull away. He just shifted so that his own burgeoning erection could rest against Yunho’s. He’d never felt a girl get hard against him before… He thought it was kind of funny. He moved against Yunho and groaned, inaudible over the loud music.
The groan had reverberated in his chest though and Yunho had felt it, along with Jaejoong rubbing against him. He rubbed back. Oh God, that was good. He did it again. And again. And again. Could people see them? Did he even care?
Jaejoong’s hips moved to his own rhythm now, the song forgotten, Yunho’s hard cock against his own the only thing that mattered. He shivered as something touched the junction of his shoulder and he realised that it was Yunho’s lips. He thrust harder in response. He could feel everything, the hitch in Yunho’s breath and the pulsing of his cock. It was like nothing else.
Yunho resisted the urge to bite Jaejoong and simply pulled him tighter instead. He muffled his moans against the other, jerking slightly when someone brushed passed their entwined bodies. He had never been harder. He rubbed himself against Jaejoong, delighting in the roughness, wondering why they’d never thought to do this before. They were both very obviously enjoying it. Very obviously.
Jaejoong ground against Yunho harder, almost whimpering in pleasure. He rocked up ever so slightly onto his tiptoes, realigning their crotches and putting pressure on different areas. He did whimper then and clutched the other more tightly. His hips circled, shifted, pushed, moved as erratically as his heart was beating, the feelings within him climbing higher. He just needed a little… bit… more…
“Jaejoong,” Yunho moaned, his rhythm faltering. “I’m, gonna…”
Yunho stiffened against Jaejoong, his cock spurting inside his underwear as he came. The fleeting thought of ‘That was embarrassingly quick’ disappeared as soon as it was formed, lost in the bliss of orgasm.
Jaejoong’s eyes snapped open as Yunho called his name and he gasped, suddenly brought back to reality. He couldn’t stop his release though, the situation he was in only serving to push him over the edge. He pulled on Yunho’s hair, trying to anchor himself as he shook against his friend. His friend that he had just rubbed himself off on. Oh God. His eyes fluttered shut again.
They were still for a minute, still holding each other, breathing deep and coming down from their highs. Slowly they separated, hesitant to meet the other’s eyes but not entirely willing to let go just yet. Finally they looked at each other.
Silence, and then Yunho asked, “Drink?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah.”
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