Mr. Perfect Next Door 1/?
Title: Mr. Perfect Next Door 1/?
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2994
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything.
Summary: Jaejoong finds the new neighbour so, so attractive, and Yunho’s really good with dogs.
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It was a sweltering hot day when the truck arrived.
Jaejoong was squinting with his hand cupped over his eyes in a pathetic attempt to keep the glaring sunlight out of his eyes. It was really, really unusually hot even for a damn day in freaking summer, and Jaejoong could see ripples in the air, the kind that frequently appeared in deserts. Jaejoong would groan, but he was indoors, hiding in his air-conditioned haven, so he didn’t.
“See, Vick. See those ripples there? This is why you don’t want to go out,” he had his fingers around his dog’s collar, and his legs caging said dog loosely as he pushed an index against the window pane. He wondered if Vick was even listening to him, when its nose was pressed against the glass, and it was panting in excitement because after all the pointing and talking Jae had done, and for all people claimed about dogs being the smartest animals, they really aren’t all that and all Vick thought they were going to do was go out - in that oven of an outdoors, Jae thought grudgingly.
The truck pulled up at the driveway beside his own, and Jaejoong found himself watching the movers hop off and slam the door shut a little violently. Probably because of the heat. Made anyone frustrated.
“It’s so hot, isn’t it, Vick?” Jaejoong asked, scratching the spot behind his pet’s ears absentmindedly.
Jaejoong looked down to find Vick staring up at him, gazing at him with those wet, puppy eyes that it never used unless it wanted something.
This time Jaejoong did groan, and thought maybe dogs really are damn freaking intelligent after all, because he refused to be the stupid one in this relationship.
---
Jaejoong squatted by the door, his shoes already on, pouting into his dog’s face. Vick didn’t flinch, just stared back and with an aggravated growl, Jaejoong thrust his face closer to Vick’s and hissed, “You’d better love me and only me!” Damn man’s best friend (after his soul mate - because if he forgot this, Yoochun would kill him) couldn’t even pretend to be repentant.
Real men do not bring umbrellas out. Yeah, so he was gay, but no need to go down the neighbourhood and announce it with an umbrella in his hand and a leash in his other. Might as well wear a billboard sign. So he only threw on his tank top and shades before tugging on the leash and exiting.
The wave of heat that hit him made him jerk the hand with the leash a little harder, though he felt guilty immediately after (it was, after all, not Vick’s fault that it’s a dog and its thought process seemed to consist of tag and bones and playtime).
Karma hated him, it seemed, because they had barely hit the pavement when the leash jerked right out of his hand just when he was mentally whining about the heat again. Just when he was distracted enough to lose his balance and fall rather ungracefully on his hands and knees in an unruly pile (in his defense, Vick was a Great Pyrenees - entirely great, as the name suggests, and therefore, strong). But somewhere in his head, a voice that he imagined would have been Vick’s whispered revenge and Jaejoong could imagine a very amused smirk that vaguely resembled Yoochun’s. The heat of the granite that had been sun-kissed for far too long forced the pain onto his palms and he pulled back to sit on his heels, sucking in air through his mouth in pain and wringing his hands because it freaking stung. He could hear Vick’s bark from a little distance away and because it sounded joyful, he really wondered (probably for the millionth time that day) why he decided to go for a dog.
He looked up to see God.
---
No, seriously.
Okay, not seriously, but almost seriously.
As far as he was concerned, he was almost sure this guy in front of him was a god. Why else would Vick be rubbing up to a denim-clad leg in a feline fashion? He would have said it was an embarrassment to dogs everywhere if he wasn’t suffering from similar effects. This...guy had tanned skin and toned arms and casually windblown hair that was gorgeous. The (crazy) glaring sunlight just illuminating his form gave him an ethereal glow (hence the God-thought). It wasn’t just illegal, it should be celestial.
The deity walked over, and Jaejoong noticed for the first time that he had his own dog, a beautiful golden retriever with lush fur and a wagging tail. Scrambling to his feet - because the deity is here! - he wiped his hands on his jeans, only slightly wincing when the stinging spiked against the rough texture. Creature from Heaven smiled, and something in his brain broke and he wasn’t sure if he whimpered. But if he did, it was perfectly understandable and entirely excusable.
Nevertheless, he managed to screw his face into the semblance of politeness and nonchalance a stranger should possess by the time the man walked up to him.
“Hi,” the monosyllabic greeting tumbled from the Heavenly Creature’s mouth, deep and warm, and Jaejoong stared a little before responding because the smile was directed at him and how can that one word sound so good?
“Oh, hi!” with raised eyebrows and a little pleasantly-surprised expression on his face. Because he wasn’t just openly ogling at the Creature.
“You must be the neighbour! My name is Yunho. Jung Yunho. It’s nice to meet you, and your dog is really friendly!” Oh, neighbour. Neighbour, yes, thank you, God (the real one). What a perfect name. Yunho. Yes, it’s so, so nice, and the dog- Oh wait, the dog?
Oh right, he broke out of his dreamy mental litany to see Yunho (dreamy sigh) offering Vick’s leash to him. He finally remembered his manners with his broken brains and took it from him, “thanks! Jaejoong, Kim Jaejoong”, hoping his smile was as amazing as Yunho’s.
Yunho lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck a little awkwardly - and though Jaejoong thought it was amazingly endearing and so cute, he didn’t say because it wouldn’t be appropriate. Yet.
“Well, then I’ll be off. See you around?” Jaejoong smiled again, nodding because he didn’t trust his
voice. Yunho turned around and the golden retriever trotted perfectly by his side.
When Jaejoong finally stopped staring, transfixed, at his butt and his long, long legs, he squatted again beside Vick, finally feeling the sun beat down on the exposed parts of his back, and scolded without menace, “You’re a traitor, aren’t you? Giving all your love that’s mine to him!”
---
“He’s perfect.” Yunho groaned into the fabric of the couch, the side of his face starting to feel a little warm from the contact with the leather.
“Okay.”
He flopped around, his hand tingling after being squashed under his body for so long, and ended up on his back with an unceremonious plop. “You don’t understand, Min, you haven’t seen him.” He insisted to the nonchalant man whose attention was entirely on his laptop. Brown eyes barely flickered up above the top of black-rimmed glasses before returning to the lit screen.
“Well, I know you haven’t even talked to-“
“I did!” Yunho announced a little proudly, the words bursting forth from his lips. That caught Changmin’s attention and an eyebrow crept up to hide under his fringe. “You know his name?” Changmin mused.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho sighed longingly (what a beautiful name for a beautiful person…), “and he has a dog,” he added a little dreamily (because all dog-lovers - and by consequence, Jaejoong - are amazing and loving and perfect…).
“You met his dog, you mean.” Changmin’s attention was back on his screen, long fingers tackling the keyboard as the report grew, word by word, at a furious speed.
“Yup, his dog…”
He rolled his eyes.
---
Yunho came back from another walk with Taepoong, with a smile so sickeningly sweet it must have hurt his cheek muscles. It was so wide that it set off warning bells in Changmin’s ears. Yunho fell in love like a child - hard and fast and attached - so innocent that no hurt from before held him back from throwing all his affections and feelings into the prospective lovers ahead.
Needless to say, when he got his heart broken, everything else he put in broke too.
“Yunho, when he breaks your heart, I’m going to say, ‘I told you so’, even though I haven’t ever done it to you the ten million times before when I actually did tell you - I’m going to this time!” Changmin all but growled.
“But, Mi-“
“Let me finish!” Changmin sighed and ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly, “Just watch yourself, okay, Jung? I didn’t exactly sign up for therapy in friend’s heartbreak when I did psychology.”
Yunho pouted, trying his best not to point out that there wasn’t a module like that.
---
Yunho, as far as Jae was concerned, was perfect.
It was slow, everything they did, the pace this relationship was going at. Jaejoong could feel a blush taking over his face at the word relationship.
Could he call it that? A relationship?
Their first date (could he call it that?) had been a nonchalant suggestion by Yunho. It mightn’t have qualified as an official date per say, he thought, frowning. Jaejoong had been rambling about the perfect picnic spot he knew, under the shelter of a tree, while their eyes had been following their pets a few metres away. Yunho had seemed terribly interested. A firm ‘We should do that someday’, and who was Jaejoong to disagree?
There had been some fretting over his stained picnic mat, and the cooking. But the day had come and passed, and he had enjoyed Yunho’s company so much that he had had a rare moment of bravery. Before he knew it, the words had tumbled out from his mouth, and there they were, an official dinner date was set between them.
There it was, a date. An official one.
Despite there being no one but him and Vick in the house, he bit his lower lip to stop the little joyful squeal that threatened to escape him at the thought, his arms going around Vick as he buried his face in its pelt. He was bashful and it was all new to him. All the men in the past had brought things hard and fast and unattached, had wanted something from his body and had left his life before he could give his heart entirely to them when he didn’t give them what they had wanted. His heart didn’t get broken entirely, for that he was grateful, but that also made him new to this slow, burning feeling. A feeling that had unknowingly crept up to him and taken residence in the pits of his stomach and sometimes in the void within his rib cage, sometimes so sweet it was smouldering, the tightness in his chest something he couldn’t shut out.
He was afraid because it was new, but he was also exhilarated and so, so excited because this was a first and it was Yunho.
He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop his heart from escaping into Yunho’s warm, large hands that he so wanted to hold.
---
Fingers caught his, a slight pull, and then a warm palm was against his own.
Yunho looked down in mild surprise, his heart thumping ridiculously all sorts of hard and loud and audible in his chest, and was met with the sight of Jaejoong’s proffered shy smile. Tentative, beautiful and so, so perfect Yunho lost his breath, but he remembered to squeeze Jaejoong’s hand back lightly in appreciation.
Jaejoong’s smile became a little wider and his eyes sparkled something bright and amazing and Yunho’s brain broke.
---
It wasn’t flawless, the way he caught Yunho’s hand (but he tried, okay?!), and his palm felt like it was clammy and sweaty and all sorts of inappropriate, even though he had wiped it against his jeans just before he reached out.
But it fit. Their hands fitted together, and Jaejoong thought it was more than just a little possible that he might fit nicely into Yunho’s side, but he didn’t want to be too forward and scare Yunho away, so that would have to wait till another time.
Could he, really? Think about being even closer - closer than this skin-on-skin of their fingers - at another time? You could be getting ahead of yourself, something in his head warned, but he felt the blush before it came anyway.
And then Yunho’s hand squeezed his hand - his clammy, sweaty (Oh my goodness, it’s yucky!) hand - and it was like all the thoughts flew out of his head and all the blood rushed to his face.
---
“I like you.” Yunho looked down at his feet, trying to figure where the hairline crack on the floor ended, eyes following its branches. “I think I might love you. It’s only been such a short time but I think I do. And I don’t think I’m wrong. And it’s okay if you reject me, or if you don’t feel the same way, or...” His head suddenly snapped up, “No! It’s not okay at all! It’s entirely not okay; if you don’t feel the same as me, I’m going to make yo-“
First kiss, first taste, was delectable. The hint of vanilla and the coffee they had at the café assaulted his senses and the heady sense of all that was Jaejoong hit him all at once.
It was the combination of all these things that led to a second kiss - passionate, hot, intense. He didn’t know how it happened, but Jaejoong was pushed against the door of his apartment, as they kissed frantically in the stolen moments from breathing, the rises and falls of Jae’s chest teasing him endlessly. The feel of Jaejoong’s lean body and strong muscles pressed against him, hands clutching at his shoulders led to a third, fourth, and Yunho lost track of how many more.
---
“You fit against me, y’know?” Yunho breathed.
Jaejoong was silent, and Yunho thought perhaps it had been too much, perhaps he had said too much in his post-coital bliss, had sounded like an over-possessive creep, or worse still, an obsessive one.
For goodness’ sake, Yunho, get a grip, you’ve only been officially together such a short time and you sound like you think you two are fated to be together forever (though it’s not that you haven’t thought of it, but he doesn’t need to know about it). Just had to go and ruin things wh-
“I thought so too.” Jaejoong murmured quietly, something akin to awe or wonderment lacing his tone.
“Really?” Yunho smirked a little at the idea - of sharing the same thoughts.
“Yes, really,” Jaejoong pulled out of his arms, moving to straddle Yunho, his legs planted on either side of Yunho and his palms rested on Yunho’s chest as he leaned forward, bangs falling into his face. Yunho didn’t look away from Jaejoong’s eyes as his hand went to Jaejoong’s hip, another to wrap around his cock, positioning it against Jaejoong’s clenching entrance.
“We’re perfect for each other,” Jaejoong stated breathily, sinking down to take all of Yunho in him, “…like… this…” Both men groaned, one at being filled perfectly and the other at being enveloped perfectly.
The two held gazes as Jaejoong lifted up and sank down, slowly, sensually. The joining, unlike the previous, lacked the urgency and animalistic fury to reach nirvana, but told of emotions, exchanging of faith and wordless connection between two who were barely strangers weeks ago - of love. This was making love. Even as Yunho flipped them over when Jaejoong couldn’t continue, the strain and pleasure combined proving too much, as eyes fell shut from the onslaught of pleasure, as their lips found each other’s when they rode out the crest of their climaxes together, fireworks bursting behind their eyelids, the warm, warm feeling of love in their chests didn’t diminish, never left.
Even so, for Yunho, the thing that made it perfect was when they had just come down from their highs, breaths evening out, Jaejoong had looked up at him with heavily-lidded eyes full of unconcealed love, and murmured, “I thought so when we first held hands”, before dozing off.
The feeling swelled in his chest, washing over him and bringing goose bumps to his arms and tingles right down to his toes. He pulled Jaejoong closer and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
I thought so when I first met you.
---
Jaejoong blushed at the memory.
“Jae~ Where did you go~” The sound of his own name came with a leer he could imagine the caller sporting, even if he couldn’t see him at the moment.
“Stop singing my name, Park,” Jaejoong spat into the receiver, more embarrassment than real fury. “It’s not attractive.”
“Ooh~ Feisty, aren’t we? Aw, you think I’m attractive? Let’s go get married now, my Jaejoongie, Vegas awaits~~~”
Jaejoong couldn’t stop the smile from breaking forth at his best friend’s dumb antics. “Yah, I was thinking I’m more of Yunho’s Jaejoongie now.”
“Ooh~ Someone’s tapped that?”
Jaejoong almost choked on air at the brazenness.
“-CHUN!!”
---
“You’re going to have to tell him sometime, you know?” Changmin admonished calmly.
There was no reply from Yunho, whose face was buried in a cushion since he had thrown his entire body on the couch haphazardly. Just when Changmin thought he wasn’t going to get an answer, he heard it, muffled and distressed.
Something that sounded like an “I know...”
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A/N: I just dug this out from the trenches of my hard drive, and this was apparently my first piece with any hint of smut in it. Meant to be a one-shot, but how did this turn out to have an ending like this OTL But like other things I start, I actually have an idea where this will go. And this is hopefully just a double-shot. HOPEFULLY. I can see it blooming for some reason T_T
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2994
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything.
Summary: Jaejoong finds the new neighbour so, so attractive, and Yunho’s really good with dogs.
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It was a sweltering hot day when the truck arrived.
Jaejoong was squinting with his hand cupped over his eyes in a pathetic attempt to keep the glaring sunlight out of his eyes. It was really, really unusually hot even for a damn day in freaking summer, and Jaejoong could see ripples in the air, the kind that frequently appeared in deserts. Jaejoong would groan, but he was indoors, hiding in his air-conditioned haven, so he didn’t.
“See, Vick. See those ripples there? This is why you don’t want to go out,” he had his fingers around his dog’s collar, and his legs caging said dog loosely as he pushed an index against the window pane. He wondered if Vick was even listening to him, when its nose was pressed against the glass, and it was panting in excitement because after all the pointing and talking Jae had done, and for all people claimed about dogs being the smartest animals, they really aren’t all that and all Vick thought they were going to do was go out - in that oven of an outdoors, Jae thought grudgingly.
The truck pulled up at the driveway beside his own, and Jaejoong found himself watching the movers hop off and slam the door shut a little violently. Probably because of the heat. Made anyone frustrated.
“It’s so hot, isn’t it, Vick?” Jaejoong asked, scratching the spot behind his pet’s ears absentmindedly.
Jaejoong looked down to find Vick staring up at him, gazing at him with those wet, puppy eyes that it never used unless it wanted something.
This time Jaejoong did groan, and thought maybe dogs really are damn freaking intelligent after all, because he refused to be the stupid one in this relationship.
---
Jaejoong squatted by the door, his shoes already on, pouting into his dog’s face. Vick didn’t flinch, just stared back and with an aggravated growl, Jaejoong thrust his face closer to Vick’s and hissed, “You’d better love me and only me!” Damn man’s best friend (after his soul mate - because if he forgot this, Yoochun would kill him) couldn’t even pretend to be repentant.
Real men do not bring umbrellas out. Yeah, so he was gay, but no need to go down the neighbourhood and announce it with an umbrella in his hand and a leash in his other. Might as well wear a billboard sign. So he only threw on his tank top and shades before tugging on the leash and exiting.
The wave of heat that hit him made him jerk the hand with the leash a little harder, though he felt guilty immediately after (it was, after all, not Vick’s fault that it’s a dog and its thought process seemed to consist of tag and bones and playtime).
Karma hated him, it seemed, because they had barely hit the pavement when the leash jerked right out of his hand just when he was mentally whining about the heat again. Just when he was distracted enough to lose his balance and fall rather ungracefully on his hands and knees in an unruly pile (in his defense, Vick was a Great Pyrenees - entirely great, as the name suggests, and therefore, strong). But somewhere in his head, a voice that he imagined would have been Vick’s whispered revenge and Jaejoong could imagine a very amused smirk that vaguely resembled Yoochun’s. The heat of the granite that had been sun-kissed for far too long forced the pain onto his palms and he pulled back to sit on his heels, sucking in air through his mouth in pain and wringing his hands because it freaking stung. He could hear Vick’s bark from a little distance away and because it sounded joyful, he really wondered (probably for the millionth time that day) why he decided to go for a dog.
He looked up to see God.
---
No, seriously.
Okay, not seriously, but almost seriously.
As far as he was concerned, he was almost sure this guy in front of him was a god. Why else would Vick be rubbing up to a denim-clad leg in a feline fashion? He would have said it was an embarrassment to dogs everywhere if he wasn’t suffering from similar effects. This...guy had tanned skin and toned arms and casually windblown hair that was gorgeous. The (crazy) glaring sunlight just illuminating his form gave him an ethereal glow (hence the God-thought). It wasn’t just illegal, it should be celestial.
The deity walked over, and Jaejoong noticed for the first time that he had his own dog, a beautiful golden retriever with lush fur and a wagging tail. Scrambling to his feet - because the deity is here! - he wiped his hands on his jeans, only slightly wincing when the stinging spiked against the rough texture. Creature from Heaven smiled, and something in his brain broke and he wasn’t sure if he whimpered. But if he did, it was perfectly understandable and entirely excusable.
Nevertheless, he managed to screw his face into the semblance of politeness and nonchalance a stranger should possess by the time the man walked up to him.
“Hi,” the monosyllabic greeting tumbled from the Heavenly Creature’s mouth, deep and warm, and Jaejoong stared a little before responding because the smile was directed at him and how can that one word sound so good?
“Oh, hi!” with raised eyebrows and a little pleasantly-surprised expression on his face. Because he wasn’t just openly ogling at the Creature.
“You must be the neighbour! My name is Yunho. Jung Yunho. It’s nice to meet you, and your dog is really friendly!” Oh, neighbour. Neighbour, yes, thank you, God (the real one). What a perfect name. Yunho. Yes, it’s so, so nice, and the dog- Oh wait, the dog?
Oh right, he broke out of his dreamy mental litany to see Yunho (dreamy sigh) offering Vick’s leash to him. He finally remembered his manners with his broken brains and took it from him, “thanks! Jaejoong, Kim Jaejoong”, hoping his smile was as amazing as Yunho’s.
Yunho lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck a little awkwardly - and though Jaejoong thought it was amazingly endearing and so cute, he didn’t say because it wouldn’t be appropriate. Yet.
“Well, then I’ll be off. See you around?” Jaejoong smiled again, nodding because he didn’t trust his
voice. Yunho turned around and the golden retriever trotted perfectly by his side.
When Jaejoong finally stopped staring, transfixed, at his butt and his long, long legs, he squatted again beside Vick, finally feeling the sun beat down on the exposed parts of his back, and scolded without menace, “You’re a traitor, aren’t you? Giving all your love that’s mine to him!”
---
“He’s perfect.” Yunho groaned into the fabric of the couch, the side of his face starting to feel a little warm from the contact with the leather.
“Okay.”
He flopped around, his hand tingling after being squashed under his body for so long, and ended up on his back with an unceremonious plop. “You don’t understand, Min, you haven’t seen him.” He insisted to the nonchalant man whose attention was entirely on his laptop. Brown eyes barely flickered up above the top of black-rimmed glasses before returning to the lit screen.
“Well, I know you haven’t even talked to-“
“I did!” Yunho announced a little proudly, the words bursting forth from his lips. That caught Changmin’s attention and an eyebrow crept up to hide under his fringe. “You know his name?” Changmin mused.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho sighed longingly (what a beautiful name for a beautiful person…), “and he has a dog,” he added a little dreamily (because all dog-lovers - and by consequence, Jaejoong - are amazing and loving and perfect…).
“You met his dog, you mean.” Changmin’s attention was back on his screen, long fingers tackling the keyboard as the report grew, word by word, at a furious speed.
“Yup, his dog…”
He rolled his eyes.
---
Yunho came back from another walk with Taepoong, with a smile so sickeningly sweet it must have hurt his cheek muscles. It was so wide that it set off warning bells in Changmin’s ears. Yunho fell in love like a child - hard and fast and attached - so innocent that no hurt from before held him back from throwing all his affections and feelings into the prospective lovers ahead.
Needless to say, when he got his heart broken, everything else he put in broke too.
“Yunho, when he breaks your heart, I’m going to say, ‘I told you so’, even though I haven’t ever done it to you the ten million times before when I actually did tell you - I’m going to this time!” Changmin all but growled.
“But, Mi-“
“Let me finish!” Changmin sighed and ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly, “Just watch yourself, okay, Jung? I didn’t exactly sign up for therapy in friend’s heartbreak when I did psychology.”
Yunho pouted, trying his best not to point out that there wasn’t a module like that.
---
Yunho, as far as Jae was concerned, was perfect.
It was slow, everything they did, the pace this relationship was going at. Jaejoong could feel a blush taking over his face at the word relationship.
Could he call it that? A relationship?
Their first date (could he call it that?) had been a nonchalant suggestion by Yunho. It mightn’t have qualified as an official date per say, he thought, frowning. Jaejoong had been rambling about the perfect picnic spot he knew, under the shelter of a tree, while their eyes had been following their pets a few metres away. Yunho had seemed terribly interested. A firm ‘We should do that someday’, and who was Jaejoong to disagree?
There had been some fretting over his stained picnic mat, and the cooking. But the day had come and passed, and he had enjoyed Yunho’s company so much that he had had a rare moment of bravery. Before he knew it, the words had tumbled out from his mouth, and there they were, an official dinner date was set between them.
There it was, a date. An official one.
Despite there being no one but him and Vick in the house, he bit his lower lip to stop the little joyful squeal that threatened to escape him at the thought, his arms going around Vick as he buried his face in its pelt. He was bashful and it was all new to him. All the men in the past had brought things hard and fast and unattached, had wanted something from his body and had left his life before he could give his heart entirely to them when he didn’t give them what they had wanted. His heart didn’t get broken entirely, for that he was grateful, but that also made him new to this slow, burning feeling. A feeling that had unknowingly crept up to him and taken residence in the pits of his stomach and sometimes in the void within his rib cage, sometimes so sweet it was smouldering, the tightness in his chest something he couldn’t shut out.
He was afraid because it was new, but he was also exhilarated and so, so excited because this was a first and it was Yunho.
He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop his heart from escaping into Yunho’s warm, large hands that he so wanted to hold.
---
Fingers caught his, a slight pull, and then a warm palm was against his own.
Yunho looked down in mild surprise, his heart thumping ridiculously all sorts of hard and loud and audible in his chest, and was met with the sight of Jaejoong’s proffered shy smile. Tentative, beautiful and so, so perfect Yunho lost his breath, but he remembered to squeeze Jaejoong’s hand back lightly in appreciation.
Jaejoong’s smile became a little wider and his eyes sparkled something bright and amazing and Yunho’s brain broke.
---
It wasn’t flawless, the way he caught Yunho’s hand (but he tried, okay?!), and his palm felt like it was clammy and sweaty and all sorts of inappropriate, even though he had wiped it against his jeans just before he reached out.
But it fit. Their hands fitted together, and Jaejoong thought it was more than just a little possible that he might fit nicely into Yunho’s side, but he didn’t want to be too forward and scare Yunho away, so that would have to wait till another time.
Could he, really? Think about being even closer - closer than this skin-on-skin of their fingers - at another time? You could be getting ahead of yourself, something in his head warned, but he felt the blush before it came anyway.
And then Yunho’s hand squeezed his hand - his clammy, sweaty (Oh my goodness, it’s yucky!) hand - and it was like all the thoughts flew out of his head and all the blood rushed to his face.
---
“I like you.” Yunho looked down at his feet, trying to figure where the hairline crack on the floor ended, eyes following its branches. “I think I might love you. It’s only been such a short time but I think I do. And I don’t think I’m wrong. And it’s okay if you reject me, or if you don’t feel the same way, or...” His head suddenly snapped up, “No! It’s not okay at all! It’s entirely not okay; if you don’t feel the same as me, I’m going to make yo-“
First kiss, first taste, was delectable. The hint of vanilla and the coffee they had at the café assaulted his senses and the heady sense of all that was Jaejoong hit him all at once.
It was the combination of all these things that led to a second kiss - passionate, hot, intense. He didn’t know how it happened, but Jaejoong was pushed against the door of his apartment, as they kissed frantically in the stolen moments from breathing, the rises and falls of Jae’s chest teasing him endlessly. The feel of Jaejoong’s lean body and strong muscles pressed against him, hands clutching at his shoulders led to a third, fourth, and Yunho lost track of how many more.
---
“You fit against me, y’know?” Yunho breathed.
Jaejoong was silent, and Yunho thought perhaps it had been too much, perhaps he had said too much in his post-coital bliss, had sounded like an over-possessive creep, or worse still, an obsessive one.
For goodness’ sake, Yunho, get a grip, you’ve only been officially together such a short time and you sound like you think you two are fated to be together forever (though it’s not that you haven’t thought of it, but he doesn’t need to know about it). Just had to go and ruin things wh-
“I thought so too.” Jaejoong murmured quietly, something akin to awe or wonderment lacing his tone.
“Really?” Yunho smirked a little at the idea - of sharing the same thoughts.
“Yes, really,” Jaejoong pulled out of his arms, moving to straddle Yunho, his legs planted on either side of Yunho and his palms rested on Yunho’s chest as he leaned forward, bangs falling into his face. Yunho didn’t look away from Jaejoong’s eyes as his hand went to Jaejoong’s hip, another to wrap around his cock, positioning it against Jaejoong’s clenching entrance.
“We’re perfect for each other,” Jaejoong stated breathily, sinking down to take all of Yunho in him, “…like… this…” Both men groaned, one at being filled perfectly and the other at being enveloped perfectly.
The two held gazes as Jaejoong lifted up and sank down, slowly, sensually. The joining, unlike the previous, lacked the urgency and animalistic fury to reach nirvana, but told of emotions, exchanging of faith and wordless connection between two who were barely strangers weeks ago - of love. This was making love. Even as Yunho flipped them over when Jaejoong couldn’t continue, the strain and pleasure combined proving too much, as eyes fell shut from the onslaught of pleasure, as their lips found each other’s when they rode out the crest of their climaxes together, fireworks bursting behind their eyelids, the warm, warm feeling of love in their chests didn’t diminish, never left.
Even so, for Yunho, the thing that made it perfect was when they had just come down from their highs, breaths evening out, Jaejoong had looked up at him with heavily-lidded eyes full of unconcealed love, and murmured, “I thought so when we first held hands”, before dozing off.
The feeling swelled in his chest, washing over him and bringing goose bumps to his arms and tingles right down to his toes. He pulled Jaejoong closer and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
I thought so when I first met you.
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Jaejoong blushed at the memory.
“Jae~ Where did you go~” The sound of his own name came with a leer he could imagine the caller sporting, even if he couldn’t see him at the moment.
“Stop singing my name, Park,” Jaejoong spat into the receiver, more embarrassment than real fury. “It’s not attractive.”
“Ooh~ Feisty, aren’t we? Aw, you think I’m attractive? Let’s go get married now, my Jaejoongie, Vegas awaits~~~”
Jaejoong couldn’t stop the smile from breaking forth at his best friend’s dumb antics. “Yah, I was thinking I’m more of Yunho’s Jaejoongie now.”
“Ooh~ Someone’s tapped that?”
Jaejoong almost choked on air at the brazenness.
“-CHUN!!”
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“You’re going to have to tell him sometime, you know?” Changmin admonished calmly.
There was no reply from Yunho, whose face was buried in a cushion since he had thrown his entire body on the couch haphazardly. Just when Changmin thought he wasn’t going to get an answer, he heard it, muffled and distressed.
Something that sounded like an “I know...”
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A/N: I just dug this out from the trenches of my hard drive, and this was apparently my first piece with any hint of smut in it. Meant to be a one-shot, but how did this turn out to have an ending like this OTL But like other things I start, I actually have an idea where this will go. And this is hopefully just a double-shot. HOPEFULLY. I can see it blooming for some reason T_T