[fic] Sleeping With Ghosts
Title: Sleeping With Ghosts
Pairings: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: prostitute!Jaejoong
Genre: smut, romance
Chapters: one-shot
Summary: Just a tiny piece of comfort, release and the chance to forget everything in the peak of passion, was all Yunho wanted for the night.
A/N: Omg, it's a one-shot! It's been a while since I wrote one~ Hope you guys like it! I also made one picture for the fic! ^^
Rain had always made Yunho feel lonely. It was October and the weather had been shitty for a week now, the fog and the rain showers making the whole city seem like a big gray mess. Autumn was always the worst time for him, until the time when the first snow flakes of early December made everything white again. He wasn't depressed, it was just the rain that made him get the blues, it would always pass eventually.
He was on his way home from work, a long day spent with endless amount of paper work, dull, gray like the weather was. His boss had told him to work overtime, the third time this week and Yunho was absolutely exhausted - he was new in the place and didn't really have the courage to refuse. Getting promoted was really important to him but to get there, he had to start from the bottom. (That being working like a slave with the paperwork, while the big guys did all the real work.) At the age of 25 he had graduated as a police officer, top of his class but now he was stuck with being an errand boy for the older officers.
Without really paying attention to what he was doing, Yunho drove the car to a neighbourhood that wasn't so safe for women to be in. The streets there were crowded though, men like him walking around, going to hostess clubs and getting drunk. It was that kind of night when he just needed comfort, any kind was okay, and even though he was a cop, he sometimes needed that too. Yunho didn't go to places like that often, only few times a year and always in Autumn, he had to be careful not to run into his colleagues patrolling the streets. It wasn't exactly legal but no-one did anything, if the women working there didn't get murdered or assaulted it was okay to use their services.
Yunho didn't feel like going to a hostess club, he didn't like big crowds and the girls there were always a little bit too talkative for his liking - if they didn't speak Yunho wouldn't feel bad about doing things with them. Slowly driving his car to the more secluded streets, Yunho opened his window slightly to look outside. Raindrops were running down the window glass making it impossible to see clearly, and Yunho didn't want to pick up just anyone. He always had a certain type, straight hair, cold eyes, a girl who seemed a little bit distant.
The prostitutes didn't usually even feel like humans if they matched Yunho's criteria, but it was still a person with a warm embrace and that was all Yunho wanted for the night. Just a tiny piece of comfort, release and the chance to forget everything in the peak of passion. Yunho didn't want to know anything about the girls he fucked, that would ruin everything and make him feel guilty. Only bad guys went to prostitutes and he wasn't one.
Not many people were on the streets, some hiding under their umbrellas so that Yunho could only see the legs - he didn't care if the girl wasn't so pretty but she had to match the requirements and Yunho couldn't really know based on the legs. So, he drove a bit more, already almost ready to give up until he saw a person, sitting under the shed of a bus stop with cold eyes immediately fixed on the driving man. At first Yunho didn't even realize it was a guy, his eyes were so mezmerising that Yunho slowed down, the car barely even moving, and the guy stood up from his shelter.
He was wearing ripped jeans and a sleeveless top, fit but not too much muscle, hair colored ash blonde. Pouty pink lips, prominent collarbones, tiny waist. Yunho had never fucked a guy before but the man was perfect, he took a few steps closer to look inside the car.
"Do you want to give me a ride?" the young man asked, his voice soft and breathy, clearly implying on something completely different than driving.
"Get in," Yunho said without thinking and reached out to open the passenger side door to the stranger. The blonde got in the car, shutting the door after him with a slam before turning to look at the other man. He was even more striking from up close, peachy, pale skin and long lashes but there were marks on his body, bruises and bite marks in his neck. He looked used but Yunho didn't care, the guy was probably making a lot of money with his gorgeous face.
"How much?" Yunho asked, already taking out his wallet to pay the guy but the blonde stopped him.
"Aren't you even going to ask my name?" he grinned, "Why are you even getting a whore, you're handsome."
"I don't need to know your name," Yunho muttered, taken by surprise by the blonde's actions, "And that is none of your business, I just want to get laid, okay?"
"Whatever," the guy smiled, sticking out his tongue and sitting back on the seat, "There's a motel nearby, I'll tell you where to drive."
"You don't need to, I know the streets," Yunho said and started the car again. They sat in the silence until it became unbearable, Yunho stole a glimpse of the young man, more likely a boy than a man, but the blonde didn't seem to feel uncomfortable like Yunho did. He was looking out of the window, a small smile on his pretty lips, and Yunho had to turn away because he looked too damn beautiful.
"How old are you?" Yunho had to ask, already worried about hearing the answer that came faster than he expected.
"Twenty," he replied straight away, eyes glancing at his customer. A lie.
"No, you're not," Yunho pointed out, driving the car to the parking lot of a small, shabby looking motel.
"I need the money and you won't fuck me if I tell you how old I am," the boy explained, not getting up from the car when Yunho stopped it. He was avoiding Yunho's eyes, looking embarrassed and shy. Like a school girl.
"I don't care," Yunho assured, "I want you. Just tell me the truth."
"Eighteen," the blonde said, bit his lip and continued, "Sixteen."
"Shit," the other man cursed, leaning back in his seat and taking the keys off the ignition switch, "Why are you doing this? You should work in McDonald's or something."
"Are we going in or are you going to fuck me in the car?"
"Let's go in," Yunho grunted, already feeling bad about what he was about to do. Why did he have to ask and ruin the atmosphere? He could've just fucked the boy and kept his mouth shut, now he knew too much and he couldn't lose control with the boy. He still wanted the other man and that was unusual, normally Yunho would've just dumped the lady who even tried to have a conversation with him.
They stepped out of the car and headed to the motel in silence, the boy's hand clutching Yunho's sleeve like they were a couple and Yunho paid 25 000 won for a night in the place. The receptionist eyed them weirdly but didn't say anything as he handed Yunho the key, telling them to check out at eleven in the next morning. They took the stairs to the second floor and for some reason, Yunho's heart was beating faster. He didn't know exactly what to do with the boy, Yunho didn't even enjoy watching gay porn or anything but he was assuming the boy would take the lead.
When Yunho closed the door after them, the boy took a few steps closer, hands opening Yunho's tie without making eye-contact, gaze submissive.
"My name is Jaejoong," the boy whispered, standing on his toes to kiss Yunho. The taller man pulled back, taking a hold of Jaejoong's hips to keep him in place.
"No kissing," Yunho said, "Now tell me how much I have to pay for you, pretty boy."
"It depends on what you want to do," Jaejoong explained, "If you want to hit me or something you have to pay more."
"Why would I want to hit you?" Yunho raised his eyebrows, hands going up and down the boy's hips. He was slender, only skin and bone, and Yunho wondered if he even had a place to go for the night.
"Some people want that," he answered, "If you just fuck me I'll give you a discount."
"You're not a piece of meat," Yunho noted, "I will pay the full price."
"Then you can do what ever you want to do," Jaejoong said, taking Yunho's hands and guiding him to sit on the bed, "You don't even have to wear a condom."
"You shouldn't tell me that," Yunho scolded, "You will get HIV if you keep doing that."
"Then use one, I don't care," Jaejoong smiled, "You're clean aren't you?"
"How do you know that?"
"I just know it," the blonde smiled, standing between Yunho's legs, skilled fingers quickly taking off Yunho's tie and opening the first few buttons on his shirt, "Now how do want to do this? From behind or-"
"Stop talking," Yunho interrupted the boy with pulling him closer by the waist, "Don't say a word, please."
"Got it," Jaejoong bit his lip and Yunho lowered him on the bed, bending his knees and spreading his legs, hands roaming under Jaejoong's shirt, touching the smooth skin of his sides.
He couldn't make eyecontact with the boy because it would make him feel too guilty, so he kept his eyes on Jaejoong's body as he took off the blonde's tank top. His skin was pale, almost glowing in the darkness of the room but Yunho noticed several hand prints, purple bruises on the boy's hips and sides. Gritting his teeth, Yunho tried not to feel jealous. It was stupid, the boy was a whore and countless other men had had him before, but there was just something about him that made Yunho's hands shake from anger.
Jaejoong was breathing faster, his eyes closed and mouth parted when Yunho started working on opening his pants, Yunho couldn't tell if he was only acting to be turned on or if the boy actually liked it. It was weird to see another man's body like that, he had never even imagined sleeping with a person of the same sex, but Yunho couldn't deny the fact that Jaejoong was beautiful. Even more beautiful than Yunho's ex girlfriends had been.
The boy wasn't wearing any underwear and when Yunho slid the pants of from the slender hips, Jaejoong didn't hide his body but spread his legs more to give Yunho a better view. There were also bruises in his thighs but Yunho didn't pay attention to that anymore, his cock twiched in his pants when he saw the hairless body of the other. Jaejoong wasn't hard but moaned anyway as Yunho's hands caressed his buttocks, fingers rubbing against his sensitive entrance. Yunho could instantly tell the blonde was faking his pleasure, and wondered if Jaejoong was actually disgusted by Yunho. Was he just another client to the young man, another dirty fucker who wanted to abuse the underaged boy?
Their eyes met and Yunho's heart suddenly clenched in his chest, the boy's eyes were so empty and lacked emotion, that Yunho pulled his fingers away.
"Stop faking it," Yunho said, "I don't want you to make a show for me."
Jaejoong blinked at him, mouth parting in confusion.
"Do you want me to resist you then?" he asked unsurely, "Tell me what you want."
"Just be yourself," Yunho told him, "I don't want to feel like I'm fucking a whore."
"But I am one," Jaejoong bit his lips, his customers didn't normally ask for things like that. Yunho was so different.
"You're not a whore," Yunho breathed out, "You're sixteen. You have your whole life ahead of you, you're not just a prostitute. You don't like it when men like me touch you, do you?"
"No," Jaejoong whispered and for a moment Yunho thought he was going to cry, "I hate it. But it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"It shouldn't hurt. You deserve so much better," Yunho said passionately, "You should stop it. I'm sure you can find another job, you could even be a model, you're so beautiful."
"I don't care," Jaejoong bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering, "I just like to think that I'm sleeping with ghosts and then it's okay again."
"Ghosts?"
"The men I sleep with. They're all the same. They don't care about other people, they just come and fuck me and then leave again, to go to their wives. They live a really, really sad life, just like ghosts who are stuck in this world and can't move on."
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and suddenly, Yunho couldn't breathe. The words the young man had spoken made Yunho's chest ache, how could he be so wise at such a young age?
"The ghosts need to have someone to go to aswell," Jaejoong continued, "That's where I come in."
"Please stop talking," Yunho whispered, before leaning in to press their lips together. His hands found their way to Jaejoong's cheeks, holding the other's face gently in his palms as he parted Jaejoong's lips with his tongue, tasting the sinful mouth of the beautiful blonde.
Yunho didn't normally kiss the prostitutes but he couldn't help it, he needed to make Jaejoong stop talking one way or another. He couldn't take it, the boy was so young and already gone through hell, Yunho couldn't even imagine what kind of life the younger one lived. The hardships Yunho faced in life were nowhere near as horrible, he felt stupid for being moody because his boss was an asshole and wouldn't let Yunho do the interesting jobs.
To his surprise, Jaejoong opened his mouth willingly to let Yunho's tongue inside, his arms wrapping behind the older man's neck. Yunho kissed him with all his might, desperately trying not to think about what Jaejoong had said but it was all running through his mind, pictures of faceless men fucking the beautiful boy, hitting him, making him cry. He needed to forget, he didn't want to feel like one of those men but Jaejoong started undressing him, skillful fingers opening his belt, a hand pushing inside his jeans to palm Yunho's cock.
Yunho couldn't stop a moan from escaping his lips when Jaejoong's fingers wrapped around the lenght, thumb pressing against the slit before he pushed Yunho's pants down enough to get his cock out, their lips still pressed together in a heated kiss. Jaejoong's legs wrapped around Yunho's middle, trying to pull him closer but Yunho didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do so he just hovered above the boy, then breaking the kiss to move his mouth to Jaejoong's neck, gently sucking the skin to his mouth.
He had no idea how things worked with having sex with another guy, but one thing was certain. Yunho wanted to show the boy that he could be tender and loving, not like Jaejoong's usual customers were.
They kissed again, Jaejoong wasn't making any noises anymore, only breathing faster and Yunho's arms wrapped around him, slowly turning his body to lie on his side and pulling Jaejoong with him. Jaejoong's legs were still around Yunho's waist, his hand still in the other's pants and the older man hugged him closer, not breaking the kiss until he absolutely needed to catch his breath. The boy's eyes were on him, gleaming in the dark and Yunho could see he was in a flustered state.
"I don't know how to do this," Yunho confessed, his hands shaking on Jaejoong's hips as he gently caressed the boy's white skin, suddenly feeling nervous about touching him back.
"It's okay," the blonde smiled, delicate fingers running through Yunho's hair, "I'll show you."
Lifting his leg a bit higher on Yunho's waist, Jaejoong took a hold of the older man's hand and guided the fingers to his behind. Yunho swallowed thickly, not knowing why he was so nervous all of a sudden and touched the sensitive skin of Jaejoong's entrance. The fingers circled around the hole, the tip of Yunho's middle finger pressing inside and Jaejoong shuddered, a pleased sound escaping his lips.
"You're doing pretty well so far," Jaejoong whispered, a small smile gracing his gorgeus lips and making Yunho's cock twitch, "You don't have to prepare me if you don't want to."
"But I want to," Yunho mumbled, "I want to have the whole night with you, is that okay?"
"Yeah," Jaejoong smiled, biting his lower lip when Yunho's finger slipped in deeper, "What's your name?"
"Yunho," the other man answered, so turned on he actually had to think about what the other had asked before replying, "Jung Yunho."
"It's nice to meet you Jung Yunho," Jaejoong whispered, reaching out to pull Yunho's lips to meet his again, "I'm Kim Jaejoong."
"Kim Jaejoong," Yunho mumbled, his breath tickling Jaejoong's spit slicked lips, "You're so beautiful."
"I know," Jaejoong giggled, his laughter turning into a moan when Yunho pushed his finger all the way in, groaning as he rolled back on top of the other man, cock pressed against Jaejoong's thigh.
Yunho ground their hips together, their erections touching each other and Jaejoong moaned, the muscles around Yunho's fingers clenching. Yunho was surprised to notice that the boy was actually hard now, he was grasping Yunho's hair and trying to keep the older man's lips on his, eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Careful not to hurt the boy, Yunho added a second finger but didn't move them immediately, allowing Jaejoong some time to adjust even though the other didn't probably need it.
He didn't have any idea how much preparation should be given but when Jaejoong reached for the night table to grab a condom, Yunho pulled his fingers away. Biting the corner of the condom wrapper to get it out, Jaejoong had to put it on the other man because Yunho's hands were shaking so much, he could barely open the small bottle of lube Jaejoong had also taken from the night stand. Yunho was afraid he was going to come as soon as he entered the boy - Jaejoong looked so beautiful under him, skin flushed, cock hard and leaking pre-come, both legs up on Yunho's sides.
After pouring a generous amount of lube to his palm, Yunho fisted his cock a couple of times before pressing it down between Jaejoong's buttocks, his gaze fixed on Jaejoong's face as he slowly pushed inside. Jaejoong's lips parted in a moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull when Yunho settled inside the other, the older man's breathing getting faster from trying to hold back. It was so hot, so wet, Jaejoong's body squeezing him so tightly like Yunho's cock surely wasn't supposed to be there, but it felt so God damn good.
"Fuck," Yunho cursed, pulling out just a little before pushing back in, both of them moaning at the easy slide. Jaejoong's face was turned to the side and Yunho could tell the other was embarrassed. Maybe he truly was enjoying it, at least Yunho wanted him to, and even though he had no clue what he was doing, Yunho started to move his hips slowly, in and out, in and out. Giving in to his instincts, the pace turned faster and Jaejoong's fingers in Yunho's hair dropped to his shoulders, nails digging into Yunho's neck.
Yunho couldn't take his eyes off the other's face, and he already knew he was screwed, there was no way he could forget about the boy after the night was over. Yunho didn't believe in love at first sight but when he saw the blonde under him like that, cheeks blushing, hair plastered to his forehead, Yunho was willing to pay millions just to have it again. Suddenly Jaejoong whimpered, hands sliding down Yunho's chest to open the shirt the other man was still wearing, his lips mouthing Yunho's throat and sucking the skin, leaving small love bites on his way. The blonde was getting a bit wild, lifting his hips to meet Yunho's thrusts, desperately trying to feel more.
Yunho was trying his hardest not to come, the muscles in his stomach already tightening from the intense pleasure, the impending orgasm making eveything feel even better before Yunho's vision turned white, and he just couldn't hold back anymore. Groaning into Jaejoong's neck and clinging to the boy's slender body, Yunho's climax was ripped from him, his cock pulsing inside the other, a moan or two leaving his lips.
It took him a while to calm down, Jaejoong's tender fingers currently caressing his neck definitely not making it easier, but eventually Yunho's breathing slowed down enough for him to speak.
"I'm sorry," Yunho muttered, "I came too fast."
"It's okay," Jaejoong smiled, the fingers on his neck stilling, "Did I make you feel good?"
"You did," Yunho admitted and pressed a short kiss to Jaejoong's lips, "I came so hard..."
"I noticed," the blonde giggled, seemingly pleased about Yunho's reaction.
"Can I make you come too?" Yunho whispered, lips still gracing Jaejoong's, "I want you to enjoy this."
"I want you to fuck me again," Jaejoong whimpered, "Hard and fast."
"Get on top then," Yunho instructed, rolled onto his back and rummaged through the nightstand for another condom. Jaejoong threw his leg over Yunho's hip, straddling him and helping with the condom again, before slowly impaling himself on Yunho's already hard cock.
Eyes falling shut, Jaejoong shifted a little on top of the other to get a better angle and then planted his hands on Yunho's stomach for support. Yunho couldn't take his eyes off him, Jaejoong's pleasured face was the most erotic sight Yunho had ever seen. Jaejoong's lips parted when Yunho's cock slipped in deeper, upper lip shiny with spit, eyebrows furrowing and the small sounds he made breathy and wanton. Yunho wondered if he had spent his entire life living a lie, and fucking other guys could be as sweet as this was.
When Jaejoong started bouncing on Yunho's erection faster, his moans suddenly getting louder, Yunho grabbed Jaejoong's waist in order to help the other move. It didn't take long, the blonde obviously enjoyed being on top because after a few seconds of continuous whimpering, thick strands of cum landed on Yunho's stomach, Jaejoong gasping and trying to get as much of Yunho that was possible inside him. Yunho didn't miss the way Jaejoong's cock twitched before he came, nor the way his ass clenched around the older man, the power of his orgasm making Jaejoong's body go haywire.
"Ah, ah," Jaejoong moaned, his thighs shaking from the strain when he still tried to move, "So good, so fucking good Yunho-yah..."
At this point Yunho had totally forgotten Jaejoong was a whore - it just felt so intimate and unusual, completely different from his previous experiences with prostitutes. Yunho reached out to pull Jaejoong's lips to meet his, his hips not stilling for even a moment as they kissed, tongues touching in a messy kiss. Hands sliding to grab Jaejoong's buttocks, fingers gracing the streched skin of Jaejoong's ass where Yunho's cock disappeared into him, Yunho lost himself in the feel of Jaejoong's perfect body.
He had lost track of time, only making love to the boy like his life depended on it until he absolutely couldn't continue. They had been at it for a lot longer than either of them had expected, and Yunho came for the upteenth time that night, groaning into Jaejoong's sweaty neck and holding the boy close as he rode out his orgasm. The both of them were totally exhausted when Yunho finally rolled off the other, then lying down on his back and pulling Jaejoong to rest his head on Yunho's chest. There were fingers playing with the sensitive skin around Yunho's nipple, soft puffs of breath hitting his skin and Yunho couldn't stop himself from pressing a kiss to the top of Jaejoong's head.
"So..." Jaejoong started, "This is going to cost you a lot of money."
"What? Oh yeah, right," Yunho mumbled, not wanting to admit he had actually forgotten about the reality of the situation they were in, "It's not a problem."
"I don't even remember how many times you came," Jaejoong spoke quietly, like he didn't want to think about the truth either, "I'll just charge you for the whole night."
"I'm okay with that."
They were silent for a few moments, enough for Yunho to start gradually feeling more and more guilty. Well, he had been good to the boy and everything, but it still didn't change the fact that Yunho was his customer, one of the many men who had probably lost their hearts to the young boy.
"What kind of people are they? Your customers," Yunho asked, arms tightening around Jaejoong's slender body.
"All kinds of people," Jaejoong explained, "Lawyers, doctors, police officers, many men who come from wealthy households."
"Even policemen?"
"They are the worst," Jaejoong's voice shook a little, "There's no-one who will take measures if they mistreat me, so they just go all in."
"What do you mean?" Yunho asked, not wanting to believe that even his collagues could be the ones who had hurt the blonde.
"Well you know. They are violent and cruel, and there's nothing I can do about it. I used to look up to them, before I became like this. I always wanted to be a cop when I was a kid," Jaejoong mumbled, "But you're different. You shouldn't go to whores Yunho, you're a good guy. You can have anyone you want, you're handsome and tender and-"
"Stop it Jaejoong," Yunho told him, sitting up in bed and making Jaejoong sit up too, "I'm not better than the rest of them, anyone of us doesn't have the right to do what I just did to you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have slept with you."
"I wish I had a boyfriend like you Yunho," Jaejoong whispered, his eyes lowered in embarrasment.
"No, you don't," Yunho assured, "I'm a cop. I'm a dirty fucker who likes to fuck prostitutes when I feel depressed. I'm a hypocrit, I swore to dedicate my life to fighting crime but here I am, comitting one myself."
"No human can judge what is right or what is wrong," Jaejoong argued back, "It's just the law. If it makes you feel better, it shouldn't be wrong!"
"Listen to yourself," Yunho sighed, "Is this the life you imagined having when you were a kid? No one should be allowed to do this, especially one at your age."
"Shut up Yunho!" Jaejoong shouted, getting up from the bed and picking up his clothes from the floor, "If I chose to do this, it's none of your business!"
"I can help you," Yunho stood up aswell while zipping his pants back up, "I can get you some financial support and if you need a place to go-"
"I don't want that!" Jaejoong shouted again, his voice shaking from anger, "I want to make it on my own, I need to get myself up and find my own way to live my life! I don't want anyone's help. If there's something I need, it's a friend, or a lover who understands me."
Neither one of them spoke for a few minutes. Jaejoong got dressed and went to the bathroom to make himself look presentable, but Yunho sat on the bed, absent-mindedly looking out of the window at the rising sun, and thought about everything. The evening definitely hadn't ended like he thought it would, Yunho didn't even know if it was a good or a bad thing. He felt sorry for shouting at the boy, they weren't so different after all.
The both of them were in a phase in their life that wasn't exactly pleasant, but they just had to deal with it, one way or another. Yunho didn't like what Jaejoong did, but he understood the will to make everything right on his own. Sleeping with ghosts, Yunho thought and shook his head a little. It did make sense.
When Jaejoong got out of the bathroom, Yunho handed him the money and took his hand to leave the hotel room together. No words were exchanged, but Jaejoong squeezed his hand when they reached the car and it was time to say goodbye. Yunho stood in front of the blonde and took his face into his hands, gently lifting Jaejoong's eyes to meet his.
"I could promise you the sun and the moon, but I know you don't want that," Yunho said, "But I will take your advice and not go to whores anymore. And I'll do my best to make sure no cops will ever hurt you again. I know you want to get back to your feet and when you do, come and see me, okay?"
Jaejoong was silent for a moment and Yunho thought he was going to start shouting again, but soon the boy nodded, then standing on his toes to press a quick kiss to Yunho's lips. They parted after that, Jaejoong standing in front of the hotel and waving when Yunho got into his car and drove home.
Yunho was sure he was never going to see Jaejoong again.
It took a few years and several promotions for Yunho to become the leading officer in human trafficking and sex business cases, and he had almost forgotten about the boy, only sometimes toying with the thought of meeting the blonde again. He had kept his promise to Jaejoong and only focused on his work, but every time when there was a case where a prostitute was killed, he was afraid it was one day going to be Jaejoong.
What he wasn't expecting, was that on one Monday morning when Yunho was supposed to welcome new police academy graduates to their department, he saw a familiar face standing with the others in their brand new uniforms, posture straight, shoulders back and smiling. Their eyes met and Yunho's heart stopped beating for a moment.
"Good morning, chief," Jaejoong said with the others, his eyes never leaving Yunho's.
Pairings: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: prostitute!Jaejoong
Genre: smut, romance
Chapters: one-shot
Summary: Just a tiny piece of comfort, release and the chance to forget everything in the peak of passion, was all Yunho wanted for the night.
A/N: Omg, it's a one-shot! It's been a while since I wrote one~ Hope you guys like it! I also made one picture for the fic! ^^
Rain had always made Yunho feel lonely. It was October and the weather had been shitty for a week now, the fog and the rain showers making the whole city seem like a big gray mess. Autumn was always the worst time for him, until the time when the first snow flakes of early December made everything white again. He wasn't depressed, it was just the rain that made him get the blues, it would always pass eventually.
He was on his way home from work, a long day spent with endless amount of paper work, dull, gray like the weather was. His boss had told him to work overtime, the third time this week and Yunho was absolutely exhausted - he was new in the place and didn't really have the courage to refuse. Getting promoted was really important to him but to get there, he had to start from the bottom. (That being working like a slave with the paperwork, while the big guys did all the real work.) At the age of 25 he had graduated as a police officer, top of his class but now he was stuck with being an errand boy for the older officers.
Without really paying attention to what he was doing, Yunho drove the car to a neighbourhood that wasn't so safe for women to be in. The streets there were crowded though, men like him walking around, going to hostess clubs and getting drunk. It was that kind of night when he just needed comfort, any kind was okay, and even though he was a cop, he sometimes needed that too. Yunho didn't go to places like that often, only few times a year and always in Autumn, he had to be careful not to run into his colleagues patrolling the streets. It wasn't exactly legal but no-one did anything, if the women working there didn't get murdered or assaulted it was okay to use their services.
Yunho didn't feel like going to a hostess club, he didn't like big crowds and the girls there were always a little bit too talkative for his liking - if they didn't speak Yunho wouldn't feel bad about doing things with them. Slowly driving his car to the more secluded streets, Yunho opened his window slightly to look outside. Raindrops were running down the window glass making it impossible to see clearly, and Yunho didn't want to pick up just anyone. He always had a certain type, straight hair, cold eyes, a girl who seemed a little bit distant.
The prostitutes didn't usually even feel like humans if they matched Yunho's criteria, but it was still a person with a warm embrace and that was all Yunho wanted for the night. Just a tiny piece of comfort, release and the chance to forget everything in the peak of passion. Yunho didn't want to know anything about the girls he fucked, that would ruin everything and make him feel guilty. Only bad guys went to prostitutes and he wasn't one.
Not many people were on the streets, some hiding under their umbrellas so that Yunho could only see the legs - he didn't care if the girl wasn't so pretty but she had to match the requirements and Yunho couldn't really know based on the legs. So, he drove a bit more, already almost ready to give up until he saw a person, sitting under the shed of a bus stop with cold eyes immediately fixed on the driving man. At first Yunho didn't even realize it was a guy, his eyes were so mezmerising that Yunho slowed down, the car barely even moving, and the guy stood up from his shelter.
He was wearing ripped jeans and a sleeveless top, fit but not too much muscle, hair colored ash blonde. Pouty pink lips, prominent collarbones, tiny waist. Yunho had never fucked a guy before but the man was perfect, he took a few steps closer to look inside the car.
"Do you want to give me a ride?" the young man asked, his voice soft and breathy, clearly implying on something completely different than driving.
"Get in," Yunho said without thinking and reached out to open the passenger side door to the stranger. The blonde got in the car, shutting the door after him with a slam before turning to look at the other man. He was even more striking from up close, peachy, pale skin and long lashes but there were marks on his body, bruises and bite marks in his neck. He looked used but Yunho didn't care, the guy was probably making a lot of money with his gorgeous face.
"How much?" Yunho asked, already taking out his wallet to pay the guy but the blonde stopped him.
"Aren't you even going to ask my name?" he grinned, "Why are you even getting a whore, you're handsome."
"I don't need to know your name," Yunho muttered, taken by surprise by the blonde's actions, "And that is none of your business, I just want to get laid, okay?"
"Whatever," the guy smiled, sticking out his tongue and sitting back on the seat, "There's a motel nearby, I'll tell you where to drive."
"You don't need to, I know the streets," Yunho said and started the car again. They sat in the silence until it became unbearable, Yunho stole a glimpse of the young man, more likely a boy than a man, but the blonde didn't seem to feel uncomfortable like Yunho did. He was looking out of the window, a small smile on his pretty lips, and Yunho had to turn away because he looked too damn beautiful.
"How old are you?" Yunho had to ask, already worried about hearing the answer that came faster than he expected.
"Twenty," he replied straight away, eyes glancing at his customer. A lie.
"No, you're not," Yunho pointed out, driving the car to the parking lot of a small, shabby looking motel.
"I need the money and you won't fuck me if I tell you how old I am," the boy explained, not getting up from the car when Yunho stopped it. He was avoiding Yunho's eyes, looking embarrassed and shy. Like a school girl.
"I don't care," Yunho assured, "I want you. Just tell me the truth."
"Eighteen," the blonde said, bit his lip and continued, "Sixteen."
"Shit," the other man cursed, leaning back in his seat and taking the keys off the ignition switch, "Why are you doing this? You should work in McDonald's or something."
"Are we going in or are you going to fuck me in the car?"
"Let's go in," Yunho grunted, already feeling bad about what he was about to do. Why did he have to ask and ruin the atmosphere? He could've just fucked the boy and kept his mouth shut, now he knew too much and he couldn't lose control with the boy. He still wanted the other man and that was unusual, normally Yunho would've just dumped the lady who even tried to have a conversation with him.
They stepped out of the car and headed to the motel in silence, the boy's hand clutching Yunho's sleeve like they were a couple and Yunho paid 25 000 won for a night in the place. The receptionist eyed them weirdly but didn't say anything as he handed Yunho the key, telling them to check out at eleven in the next morning. They took the stairs to the second floor and for some reason, Yunho's heart was beating faster. He didn't know exactly what to do with the boy, Yunho didn't even enjoy watching gay porn or anything but he was assuming the boy would take the lead.
When Yunho closed the door after them, the boy took a few steps closer, hands opening Yunho's tie without making eye-contact, gaze submissive.
"My name is Jaejoong," the boy whispered, standing on his toes to kiss Yunho. The taller man pulled back, taking a hold of Jaejoong's hips to keep him in place.
"No kissing," Yunho said, "Now tell me how much I have to pay for you, pretty boy."
"It depends on what you want to do," Jaejoong explained, "If you want to hit me or something you have to pay more."
"Why would I want to hit you?" Yunho raised his eyebrows, hands going up and down the boy's hips. He was slender, only skin and bone, and Yunho wondered if he even had a place to go for the night.
"Some people want that," he answered, "If you just fuck me I'll give you a discount."
"You're not a piece of meat," Yunho noted, "I will pay the full price."
"Then you can do what ever you want to do," Jaejoong said, taking Yunho's hands and guiding him to sit on the bed, "You don't even have to wear a condom."
"You shouldn't tell me that," Yunho scolded, "You will get HIV if you keep doing that."
"Then use one, I don't care," Jaejoong smiled, "You're clean aren't you?"
"How do you know that?"
"I just know it," the blonde smiled, standing between Yunho's legs, skilled fingers quickly taking off Yunho's tie and opening the first few buttons on his shirt, "Now how do want to do this? From behind or-"
"Stop talking," Yunho interrupted the boy with pulling him closer by the waist, "Don't say a word, please."
"Got it," Jaejoong bit his lip and Yunho lowered him on the bed, bending his knees and spreading his legs, hands roaming under Jaejoong's shirt, touching the smooth skin of his sides.
He couldn't make eyecontact with the boy because it would make him feel too guilty, so he kept his eyes on Jaejoong's body as he took off the blonde's tank top. His skin was pale, almost glowing in the darkness of the room but Yunho noticed several hand prints, purple bruises on the boy's hips and sides. Gritting his teeth, Yunho tried not to feel jealous. It was stupid, the boy was a whore and countless other men had had him before, but there was just something about him that made Yunho's hands shake from anger.
Jaejoong was breathing faster, his eyes closed and mouth parted when Yunho started working on opening his pants, Yunho couldn't tell if he was only acting to be turned on or if the boy actually liked it. It was weird to see another man's body like that, he had never even imagined sleeping with a person of the same sex, but Yunho couldn't deny the fact that Jaejoong was beautiful. Even more beautiful than Yunho's ex girlfriends had been.
The boy wasn't wearing any underwear and when Yunho slid the pants of from the slender hips, Jaejoong didn't hide his body but spread his legs more to give Yunho a better view. There were also bruises in his thighs but Yunho didn't pay attention to that anymore, his cock twiched in his pants when he saw the hairless body of the other. Jaejoong wasn't hard but moaned anyway as Yunho's hands caressed his buttocks, fingers rubbing against his sensitive entrance. Yunho could instantly tell the blonde was faking his pleasure, and wondered if Jaejoong was actually disgusted by Yunho. Was he just another client to the young man, another dirty fucker who wanted to abuse the underaged boy?
Their eyes met and Yunho's heart suddenly clenched in his chest, the boy's eyes were so empty and lacked emotion, that Yunho pulled his fingers away.
"Stop faking it," Yunho said, "I don't want you to make a show for me."
Jaejoong blinked at him, mouth parting in confusion.
"Do you want me to resist you then?" he asked unsurely, "Tell me what you want."
"Just be yourself," Yunho told him, "I don't want to feel like I'm fucking a whore."
"But I am one," Jaejoong bit his lips, his customers didn't normally ask for things like that. Yunho was so different.
"You're not a whore," Yunho breathed out, "You're sixteen. You have your whole life ahead of you, you're not just a prostitute. You don't like it when men like me touch you, do you?"
"No," Jaejoong whispered and for a moment Yunho thought he was going to cry, "I hate it. But it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"It shouldn't hurt. You deserve so much better," Yunho said passionately, "You should stop it. I'm sure you can find another job, you could even be a model, you're so beautiful."
"I don't care," Jaejoong bit his lower lip to stop it from quivering, "I just like to think that I'm sleeping with ghosts and then it's okay again."
"Ghosts?"
"The men I sleep with. They're all the same. They don't care about other people, they just come and fuck me and then leave again, to go to their wives. They live a really, really sad life, just like ghosts who are stuck in this world and can't move on."
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and suddenly, Yunho couldn't breathe. The words the young man had spoken made Yunho's chest ache, how could he be so wise at such a young age?
"The ghosts need to have someone to go to aswell," Jaejoong continued, "That's where I come in."
"Please stop talking," Yunho whispered, before leaning in to press their lips together. His hands found their way to Jaejoong's cheeks, holding the other's face gently in his palms as he parted Jaejoong's lips with his tongue, tasting the sinful mouth of the beautiful blonde.
Yunho didn't normally kiss the prostitutes but he couldn't help it, he needed to make Jaejoong stop talking one way or another. He couldn't take it, the boy was so young and already gone through hell, Yunho couldn't even imagine what kind of life the younger one lived. The hardships Yunho faced in life were nowhere near as horrible, he felt stupid for being moody because his boss was an asshole and wouldn't let Yunho do the interesting jobs.
To his surprise, Jaejoong opened his mouth willingly to let Yunho's tongue inside, his arms wrapping behind the older man's neck. Yunho kissed him with all his might, desperately trying not to think about what Jaejoong had said but it was all running through his mind, pictures of faceless men fucking the beautiful boy, hitting him, making him cry. He needed to forget, he didn't want to feel like one of those men but Jaejoong started undressing him, skillful fingers opening his belt, a hand pushing inside his jeans to palm Yunho's cock.
Yunho couldn't stop a moan from escaping his lips when Jaejoong's fingers wrapped around the lenght, thumb pressing against the slit before he pushed Yunho's pants down enough to get his cock out, their lips still pressed together in a heated kiss. Jaejoong's legs wrapped around Yunho's middle, trying to pull him closer but Yunho didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do so he just hovered above the boy, then breaking the kiss to move his mouth to Jaejoong's neck, gently sucking the skin to his mouth.
He had no idea how things worked with having sex with another guy, but one thing was certain. Yunho wanted to show the boy that he could be tender and loving, not like Jaejoong's usual customers were.
They kissed again, Jaejoong wasn't making any noises anymore, only breathing faster and Yunho's arms wrapped around him, slowly turning his body to lie on his side and pulling Jaejoong with him. Jaejoong's legs were still around Yunho's waist, his hand still in the other's pants and the older man hugged him closer, not breaking the kiss until he absolutely needed to catch his breath. The boy's eyes were on him, gleaming in the dark and Yunho could see he was in a flustered state.
"I don't know how to do this," Yunho confessed, his hands shaking on Jaejoong's hips as he gently caressed the boy's white skin, suddenly feeling nervous about touching him back.
"It's okay," the blonde smiled, delicate fingers running through Yunho's hair, "I'll show you."
Lifting his leg a bit higher on Yunho's waist, Jaejoong took a hold of the older man's hand and guided the fingers to his behind. Yunho swallowed thickly, not knowing why he was so nervous all of a sudden and touched the sensitive skin of Jaejoong's entrance. The fingers circled around the hole, the tip of Yunho's middle finger pressing inside and Jaejoong shuddered, a pleased sound escaping his lips.
"You're doing pretty well so far," Jaejoong whispered, a small smile gracing his gorgeus lips and making Yunho's cock twitch, "You don't have to prepare me if you don't want to."
"But I want to," Yunho mumbled, "I want to have the whole night with you, is that okay?"
"Yeah," Jaejoong smiled, biting his lower lip when Yunho's finger slipped in deeper, "What's your name?"
"Yunho," the other man answered, so turned on he actually had to think about what the other had asked before replying, "Jung Yunho."
"It's nice to meet you Jung Yunho," Jaejoong whispered, reaching out to pull Yunho's lips to meet his again, "I'm Kim Jaejoong."
"Kim Jaejoong," Yunho mumbled, his breath tickling Jaejoong's spit slicked lips, "You're so beautiful."
"I know," Jaejoong giggled, his laughter turning into a moan when Yunho pushed his finger all the way in, groaning as he rolled back on top of the other man, cock pressed against Jaejoong's thigh.
Yunho ground their hips together, their erections touching each other and Jaejoong moaned, the muscles around Yunho's fingers clenching. Yunho was surprised to notice that the boy was actually hard now, he was grasping Yunho's hair and trying to keep the older man's lips on his, eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Careful not to hurt the boy, Yunho added a second finger but didn't move them immediately, allowing Jaejoong some time to adjust even though the other didn't probably need it.
He didn't have any idea how much preparation should be given but when Jaejoong reached for the night table to grab a condom, Yunho pulled his fingers away. Biting the corner of the condom wrapper to get it out, Jaejoong had to put it on the other man because Yunho's hands were shaking so much, he could barely open the small bottle of lube Jaejoong had also taken from the night stand. Yunho was afraid he was going to come as soon as he entered the boy - Jaejoong looked so beautiful under him, skin flushed, cock hard and leaking pre-come, both legs up on Yunho's sides.
After pouring a generous amount of lube to his palm, Yunho fisted his cock a couple of times before pressing it down between Jaejoong's buttocks, his gaze fixed on Jaejoong's face as he slowly pushed inside. Jaejoong's lips parted in a moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull when Yunho settled inside the other, the older man's breathing getting faster from trying to hold back. It was so hot, so wet, Jaejoong's body squeezing him so tightly like Yunho's cock surely wasn't supposed to be there, but it felt so God damn good.
"Fuck," Yunho cursed, pulling out just a little before pushing back in, both of them moaning at the easy slide. Jaejoong's face was turned to the side and Yunho could tell the other was embarrassed. Maybe he truly was enjoying it, at least Yunho wanted him to, and even though he had no clue what he was doing, Yunho started to move his hips slowly, in and out, in and out. Giving in to his instincts, the pace turned faster and Jaejoong's fingers in Yunho's hair dropped to his shoulders, nails digging into Yunho's neck.
Yunho couldn't take his eyes off the other's face, and he already knew he was screwed, there was no way he could forget about the boy after the night was over. Yunho didn't believe in love at first sight but when he saw the blonde under him like that, cheeks blushing, hair plastered to his forehead, Yunho was willing to pay millions just to have it again. Suddenly Jaejoong whimpered, hands sliding down Yunho's chest to open the shirt the other man was still wearing, his lips mouthing Yunho's throat and sucking the skin, leaving small love bites on his way. The blonde was getting a bit wild, lifting his hips to meet Yunho's thrusts, desperately trying to feel more.
Yunho was trying his hardest not to come, the muscles in his stomach already tightening from the intense pleasure, the impending orgasm making eveything feel even better before Yunho's vision turned white, and he just couldn't hold back anymore. Groaning into Jaejoong's neck and clinging to the boy's slender body, Yunho's climax was ripped from him, his cock pulsing inside the other, a moan or two leaving his lips.
It took him a while to calm down, Jaejoong's tender fingers currently caressing his neck definitely not making it easier, but eventually Yunho's breathing slowed down enough for him to speak.
"I'm sorry," Yunho muttered, "I came too fast."
"It's okay," Jaejoong smiled, the fingers on his neck stilling, "Did I make you feel good?"
"You did," Yunho admitted and pressed a short kiss to Jaejoong's lips, "I came so hard..."
"I noticed," the blonde giggled, seemingly pleased about Yunho's reaction.
"Can I make you come too?" Yunho whispered, lips still gracing Jaejoong's, "I want you to enjoy this."
"I want you to fuck me again," Jaejoong whimpered, "Hard and fast."
"Get on top then," Yunho instructed, rolled onto his back and rummaged through the nightstand for another condom. Jaejoong threw his leg over Yunho's hip, straddling him and helping with the condom again, before slowly impaling himself on Yunho's already hard cock.
Eyes falling shut, Jaejoong shifted a little on top of the other to get a better angle and then planted his hands on Yunho's stomach for support. Yunho couldn't take his eyes off him, Jaejoong's pleasured face was the most erotic sight Yunho had ever seen. Jaejoong's lips parted when Yunho's cock slipped in deeper, upper lip shiny with spit, eyebrows furrowing and the small sounds he made breathy and wanton. Yunho wondered if he had spent his entire life living a lie, and fucking other guys could be as sweet as this was.
When Jaejoong started bouncing on Yunho's erection faster, his moans suddenly getting louder, Yunho grabbed Jaejoong's waist in order to help the other move. It didn't take long, the blonde obviously enjoyed being on top because after a few seconds of continuous whimpering, thick strands of cum landed on Yunho's stomach, Jaejoong gasping and trying to get as much of Yunho that was possible inside him. Yunho didn't miss the way Jaejoong's cock twitched before he came, nor the way his ass clenched around the older man, the power of his orgasm making Jaejoong's body go haywire.
"Ah, ah," Jaejoong moaned, his thighs shaking from the strain when he still tried to move, "So good, so fucking good Yunho-yah..."
At this point Yunho had totally forgotten Jaejoong was a whore - it just felt so intimate and unusual, completely different from his previous experiences with prostitutes. Yunho reached out to pull Jaejoong's lips to meet his, his hips not stilling for even a moment as they kissed, tongues touching in a messy kiss. Hands sliding to grab Jaejoong's buttocks, fingers gracing the streched skin of Jaejoong's ass where Yunho's cock disappeared into him, Yunho lost himself in the feel of Jaejoong's perfect body.
He had lost track of time, only making love to the boy like his life depended on it until he absolutely couldn't continue. They had been at it for a lot longer than either of them had expected, and Yunho came for the upteenth time that night, groaning into Jaejoong's sweaty neck and holding the boy close as he rode out his orgasm. The both of them were totally exhausted when Yunho finally rolled off the other, then lying down on his back and pulling Jaejoong to rest his head on Yunho's chest. There were fingers playing with the sensitive skin around Yunho's nipple, soft puffs of breath hitting his skin and Yunho couldn't stop himself from pressing a kiss to the top of Jaejoong's head.
"So..." Jaejoong started, "This is going to cost you a lot of money."
"What? Oh yeah, right," Yunho mumbled, not wanting to admit he had actually forgotten about the reality of the situation they were in, "It's not a problem."
"I don't even remember how many times you came," Jaejoong spoke quietly, like he didn't want to think about the truth either, "I'll just charge you for the whole night."
"I'm okay with that."
They were silent for a few moments, enough for Yunho to start gradually feeling more and more guilty. Well, he had been good to the boy and everything, but it still didn't change the fact that Yunho was his customer, one of the many men who had probably lost their hearts to the young boy.
"What kind of people are they? Your customers," Yunho asked, arms tightening around Jaejoong's slender body.
"All kinds of people," Jaejoong explained, "Lawyers, doctors, police officers, many men who come from wealthy households."
"Even policemen?"
"They are the worst," Jaejoong's voice shook a little, "There's no-one who will take measures if they mistreat me, so they just go all in."
"What do you mean?" Yunho asked, not wanting to believe that even his collagues could be the ones who had hurt the blonde.
"Well you know. They are violent and cruel, and there's nothing I can do about it. I used to look up to them, before I became like this. I always wanted to be a cop when I was a kid," Jaejoong mumbled, "But you're different. You shouldn't go to whores Yunho, you're a good guy. You can have anyone you want, you're handsome and tender and-"
"Stop it Jaejoong," Yunho told him, sitting up in bed and making Jaejoong sit up too, "I'm not better than the rest of them, anyone of us doesn't have the right to do what I just did to you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have slept with you."
"I wish I had a boyfriend like you Yunho," Jaejoong whispered, his eyes lowered in embarrasment.
"No, you don't," Yunho assured, "I'm a cop. I'm a dirty fucker who likes to fuck prostitutes when I feel depressed. I'm a hypocrit, I swore to dedicate my life to fighting crime but here I am, comitting one myself."
"No human can judge what is right or what is wrong," Jaejoong argued back, "It's just the law. If it makes you feel better, it shouldn't be wrong!"
"Listen to yourself," Yunho sighed, "Is this the life you imagined having when you were a kid? No one should be allowed to do this, especially one at your age."
"Shut up Yunho!" Jaejoong shouted, getting up from the bed and picking up his clothes from the floor, "If I chose to do this, it's none of your business!"
"I can help you," Yunho stood up aswell while zipping his pants back up, "I can get you some financial support and if you need a place to go-"
"I don't want that!" Jaejoong shouted again, his voice shaking from anger, "I want to make it on my own, I need to get myself up and find my own way to live my life! I don't want anyone's help. If there's something I need, it's a friend, or a lover who understands me."
Neither one of them spoke for a few minutes. Jaejoong got dressed and went to the bathroom to make himself look presentable, but Yunho sat on the bed, absent-mindedly looking out of the window at the rising sun, and thought about everything. The evening definitely hadn't ended like he thought it would, Yunho didn't even know if it was a good or a bad thing. He felt sorry for shouting at the boy, they weren't so different after all.
The both of them were in a phase in their life that wasn't exactly pleasant, but they just had to deal with it, one way or another. Yunho didn't like what Jaejoong did, but he understood the will to make everything right on his own. Sleeping with ghosts, Yunho thought and shook his head a little. It did make sense.
When Jaejoong got out of the bathroom, Yunho handed him the money and took his hand to leave the hotel room together. No words were exchanged, but Jaejoong squeezed his hand when they reached the car and it was time to say goodbye. Yunho stood in front of the blonde and took his face into his hands, gently lifting Jaejoong's eyes to meet his.
"I could promise you the sun and the moon, but I know you don't want that," Yunho said, "But I will take your advice and not go to whores anymore. And I'll do my best to make sure no cops will ever hurt you again. I know you want to get back to your feet and when you do, come and see me, okay?"
Jaejoong was silent for a moment and Yunho thought he was going to start shouting again, but soon the boy nodded, then standing on his toes to press a quick kiss to Yunho's lips. They parted after that, Jaejoong standing in front of the hotel and waving when Yunho got into his car and drove home.
Yunho was sure he was never going to see Jaejoong again.
It took a few years and several promotions for Yunho to become the leading officer in human trafficking and sex business cases, and he had almost forgotten about the boy, only sometimes toying with the thought of meeting the blonde again. He had kept his promise to Jaejoong and only focused on his work, but every time when there was a case where a prostitute was killed, he was afraid it was one day going to be Jaejoong.
What he wasn't expecting, was that on one Monday morning when Yunho was supposed to welcome new police academy graduates to their department, he saw a familiar face standing with the others in their brand new uniforms, posture straight, shoulders back and smiling. Their eyes met and Yunho's heart stopped beating for a moment.
"Good morning, chief," Jaejoong said with the others, his eyes never leaving Yunho's.