fic: love me harder (jackson/youngjae)
Title: Love me harder
Pairing: Jackson/Youngjae (Jackjae)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild comeplay, unprotected sex
Wordcount: 3k
A/N: written for littlemelonblue because i love nabs hehe and also thanks to irdinz for looking through this one for me!
"Babe."
The affectionate term has Youngjae smiling, snuggling closer to his beloved boyfriend. Jackson's threading his fingers through Youngjae's blonde hair and it's making him slightly drowsy, almost lulling him into a deep slumber.
"Hmm?" He grunts, throwing an arm around Jackson's waist.
"Promise me you won't get mad when I say it."
That piqued Youngjae's curiosity and he raises his head from Jackson's shoulder to look him in the eye. Unsurely, he nods. Jackson worries his lower lip into his mouth, hand reaching down to hold Youngjae's hand, clasping his fingers. Jackson exhales a shaky breath that he had no idea he was holding.
"You're kinda gaining weight."
Youngjae shoves Jackson in the chest and the older stills in fear.
"You scared me! I thought it was something serious." Youngjae laughs into Jackson's chest and the older raises his eyebrows.
"So you gaining weight isn't something serious?"
Youngjae shrugs, playing with the hem of Jackson's tank top.
"I'm happy when I'm snacking." He pouts, and Jackson can't resist, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on his forehead.
"I know baby, but you have to eat in moderation. And you have to exercise!"
Youngjae snickers, his hand traveling down to pull at the waistband of Jackson's boxers before letting it go, resulting in a loud snapping sound.
"But we do it every night, babe." Youngjae smirks and Jackson clucks his tongue in disapproval and tackles him into a tickle fight, cackling into the crook of his neck while jabbing his fingers into Youngjae's sides. Youngjae yells and squirms in discomfort, his nails digging into Jackson's wrists.
Eventually Jackson stops because Youngjae has really long nails and he's going to be audibly-impaired if Youngjae continues to screech into his ear.
"Hey, you know what? Why don't you join me at the gym? I need a gym buddy anyway!" Jackson suddenly exclaims and he is practically glowing at the thought of it and Youngjae would really hate to say no to Jackson's hopeful face. He can already imagine Jackson's non-existent puppy ears drooping a little when he says no.
"But, I'm not a gym junkie like you. I don't even know how to use half the equipment there..." Youngjae struggles to find a soft objection but Jackson brushes him off, insisting that he can assist Youngjae in that.
"Come on jae, it's a great idea! Think of it as couple bonding."
"But the only bonding I want with you involves your dick in my butt and you fucking me into tomorrow."
"Choi Youngjae!"
"Jeez, okay okay. I'll do it! You're so fucking annoying when you're all persuasive like this." Youngjae groans, resigning to fate and Jackson smiles so hard it almost blinds him. He envelopes Youngjae into a big hug, pressing kisses of thanks all over his face.
Youngjae sighs inwardly, already regretting his decision.
-
The gym was exactly what Youngjae visualized it to be; filled with stinky weight-lifting enthusiasts who are slick with sweat, replete with foreign-looking machines situated at different corners, and also occupied by a few hot looking studs with really ripped bodies.
Youngjae feels somewhat intimidated.
He squints at the bright gym lights, maneuvering his way to the registration counter, Jackson pushing him from behind.
The older male was really excited about today, to the extent of waking up extra early to make breakfast for them. Not that Youngjae's complaining or anything, Jackson does makes the best smoothies and Youngjae was more than happy to wolf down two (or more) pieces of righteous toast and jam.
Youngjae clutches onto the strap of his duffel bag, a little anxious. Jackson notices his restlessness and nudges him in the shoulder.
“It’s just gym, why are you so antsy?” He has his usual lopsided grin on his face and Youngjae relaxes a little.
“Just excited, I guess?” Youngjae replies and Jackson scoffs.
“Right, let’s head downstairs? There are lesser people there and more equipment too.”
Youngjae only nods, following his boyfriend closely.
As soon as they get downstairs, Jackson volunteers to place their things in the lockers and Youngjae finds himself marveling at the vast amount of machinery, all serving different purposes.
“Okay, so do you have any areas that you specifically want to tone or?” Jackson appears from the back, scrutinizing Youngjae’s body.
“My arms? And I want a bigger chest, like yours.”
“Aw babe, I’m flattered.”
Youngjae rolls his eyes and Jackson laughs, tugging his hand and bringing him to a certain type of equipment.
“I’m going to teach you how to use the preacher bench.” Jackson starts, straddling the seat of the equipment.
“The what?”
“Preacher bench, it helps you work on your biceps. See?” Jackson slowly lifts the weight infront of him and Youngjae finds himself paying attention to the way his biceps flex and contract. Jackson continues until his arms are slick, beads of sweat trickling down his face, the front of his gray t-shirt all soaked.
Jackson lifting weights was a great sight and Youngjae was getting a little breathless.
Maybe gym won’t be so bad after all.
-
It’s the first month into going to gym that Jackson notices the changes.
For instance, he notices how defined Youngjae’s abdominal muscles have gotten.
His cute, flabby stomach was now toned and flat. Not that Jackson hated Youngjae’s previously soft belly. Jackson could never bring himself to hate any part of Youngjae, honestly. But he was pleasantly surprised at how going to gym has boosted Youngjae’s self esteem.
Youngjae now has confidence to wear tight-fitting shirts and even tank tops that show off his chest and arms. He also has no qualms about lounging around the house shirtless which can be quite distracting for Jackson.
But he isn’t complaining.
Waking up to a shirtless Youngjae wearing nothing but Jackson’s basketball shorts and an apron tied loosely around his waist has got to be one of Jackson’s favorite sights.
“Babe? You done? Let’s take a shower! I’m beat.” Youngjae sighs, snapping Jackson out of his thoughts. He watches as Youngjae stretches the kinks out of his shoulders, rolling them forward slightly. Jackson swallows the lump in his throat, averting his gaze to the floor instead of a really sweaty Youngjae who's white t-shirt is soaked through and isn’t really helping in making Youngjae look less hot than he already is.
“You’re sweating buckets, hyung.” Youngjae laughs, almost mockingly, before settling himself next to Jackson, towelling off his perspiration with a clean towel.
"You know, I lifted the heavier weights today and I think my arms are looking kinda good. Don't you think?" Youngjae flexes, his shirt riding up a little to show a sliver of skin.
That does it for Jackson.
"Let's go shower." Jackson stands up, yanking Youngjae's hand, the poor boy squawking in annoyance behind him.
-
The showers are surprisingly empty and the floor is kind of slippery but Jackson slams Youngjae on to the nearest surface without a care.
"Woah, hyung-" Youngjae's protests die on the tip of his tongue as soon as Jackson presses their lips together, kissing him with fervency. Youngjae moans into his mouth, inwardly wondering what got Jackson all riled up. Jackson pauses to drag him into a stall, throwing their stuff haphazardly on to a dry bench.
Youngjae locks the door behind them and Jackson slams him into the door, wrapping his arms around Youngjae's waist, his hands wandering aimlessly before grabbing his ass. Youngjae gasps as Jackson works his way from his lips to his neck, peppering soft kisses on to sensitive skin.
"Hyung, slow down." Youngjae moans softly, fingernails digging into Jackson's sinewy arms. Jackson chuckles into Youngjae's neck, muttering an apology. Youngjae cups his face with the palms of his hands before kissing him again.
To say that he likes kissing Jackson would be an understatement.
He loves kissing Jackson.
His kisses always start off gentle; soft lips pressing tenderly at Youngjae's parted ones. But as the mood intensifies, so does his kisses. Jackson gets needier, his kissing sloppier and his eyes start to fill with lust and want. He licks his way into Youngjae's mouth, tongue pressing into his cheeks and running over his teeth.
Youngjae prefers it when Jackson's a little rougher.
Like how currently he's groping Youngjae's ass roughly, as his tongue explores the warm cavern of Youngjae's mouth. Youngjae slides his tongue into Jackson's mouth, in return, trying to suppress his moans. Jackson’s mouth is always so warm and slick and maybe that's why Youngjae never gets tired of kissing him.
"So good, my baby." Jackson whispers into Youngjae's ear when they pull back, licking the soft shell of his ear before nipping at his earlobe. Youngjae whines, hips bucking involuntarily. He tugs on the hem of Jackson's shirt, a clear indication that he wants them to be off that instant. Jackson sucks a mark behind Youngjae's ear before ridding himself of his shirt. He undresses himself up to his boxers but leaves Youngjae naked, wearing nothing but his white t-shirt.
"Why aren't you fully naked? This isn't fair!" Youngjae whines, fingers already skittering at the waistband of Jackson's boxers. The older swats his hand away, instead pulling him by the collar to kiss him again.
Youngjae's hard and leaking, his cock pressing into Jackson's thigh every time he bucks his hips forward. A hard suck on his bottom lip has Youngjae desperate, dropping down to his knees to pull Jackson's boxers down. Jackson grabs fistfuls of Youngjae's hair and drags him up to his feet again and Youngjae literally whines.
"Patience." Jackson grunts, pushing Youngjae under the shower head.
Youngjae pulls him close as Jackson turns on the shower, warm water cascading from the shower head above them.
The water drenches Youngjae's white shirt, giving Jackson a nice view of his body.
But the best view happened when Youngjae got restless and decided to push Jackson off him to fucking rip his shirt off.
"Wow, I didn't know I could do that." Youngjae mutters mostly to himself, utterly bewildered, discarding the remains of what used to be his shirt on to the floor.
"You're really hot when you discover new things, you know that?" Jackson murmurs into Youngjae's neck, nipping the skin there lightly. He pauses to retrieve a small bottle of lube from his toiletries kit and Youngjae has to bite on his tongue to prevent himself from snorting.
"You bring lube to gym. I'm impressed." Youngjae smirks, teeth catching Jackson's lower lip playfully.
"Well, It's always better to come prepared anyway." Jackson mutters in reply, pouring a copious amount of lube onto his fingers. Youngjae's snarky reply stays lodged in his throat the instant Jackson teasingly traces two fingers along the crack of his ass.
"Face the wall." Jackson orders, dominance lacing his voice. Youngjae complies and turns the tap to a smaller setting so that the lube from Jackson's fingers won't turn runny and wash off in the shower.
The first finger has Youngjae writhing for the second, leaning into Jackson's touch. Jackson has a firm grip on Youngjae's waist as he prepares him sufficiently. Youngjae is taking the matter into his own hands (literally), fisting his own cock slowly, clearly impatient. Jackson jabs into that one spot and a cry rips out of Youngjae's throat. Jackson smirks into Youngjae's shoulder blade, continuously rubbing against that spot, until Youngjae stops him, shaky fingers wrapping around his wrist.
"You can stop, I'm ready." Youngjae's voice was cracking around the edges and Jackson had to physically restrain himself from fucking Youngjae silly right there and then. He finally tugs down his boxers before grabbing Youngjae's thighs.
"I want to try something."
"Go ahead."
Jackson hoists Youngjae up, and the younger male instantly locks his legs around Jackson's waist, arms encircling the older's neck.
Jackson slides his dick along the crack of Youngjae's ass, relishing at how well-lubed up it was. Youngjae quakes, thighs shaking in anticipation.
"Okay, sit on my cock." Jackson's voice comes out as a rumble and Youngjae mewls, pressing himself against Jackson's length. Jackson puts an arm around Youngjae's waist, his hand gripping him securely while another hand guides his cock into Youngjae.
"Okay, fuck." Youngjae gasps, adjusting to the new position. In this position, Jackson's cock nudges gently against his prostate and Youngjae's toes are already curling in anticipation.
He's going to be thoroughly fucked.
Without a warning, Jackson slams Youngjae against the wall, a cry ripping out of the younger's throat as Jackson pushes his cock in and out of him mercilessly.
The build up of sexual tension has finally come to this; Jackson fucking Youngjae in the shower.
Youngjae gets distracted by the way water sluices down Jackson's broad chest and he leans forward to catch Jackson's lower lip in between his teeth, drawing it into his mouth to gently suck on it. Jackson groans at the gesture, ramming into Youngjae with no proper technique, just pure desperate to chase his orgasm.
Youngjae lifts his hips up and then back down, pushing himself down onto Jackson's cock, relishing in the way Jackson fits so well in him, his girth, nice and thick, fucking him thoroughly and deeply.
Jackson leans in to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of Youngjae's neck, nipping and sucking into the skin, leaving red marks that contrast heavily with Youngjae's alabaster skin and Youngjae doesn’t even bother to hide his moans, beautiful noises leaving his mouth effortlessly.
“Fuck, hyung. You’re so fucking good.” Youngjae praises, his fingers grabbing onto fistfuls of Jackson’s jet black hair. This encourages Jackson even further, making him go harder and faster. Youngjae’s pretty sure the grip that Jackson has on his hips are going to bruise and he’s also sure that he won’t be able to walk after this but he proceeds, too far gone to even turn back. Youngjae shifts one hand downwards, towards his own length and starts to stroke himself, feeling close to completion.
“Harder, Jackson.” Youngjae doesn’t add in any honorifics and Jackson growls as he feels Youngjae tighten around his dick, sending shivers down his spine. Jackson thrusts harder and hits the jackpot, Youngjae clawing into his neck, whining in sheer ecstasy. He’s pretty sure Youngjae’s going to leave scars and there’ll probably be blood, judging from how much force he’s using.
Jackson furrows his brows in concentration, hips gyrating relentless, nudging on to Youngjae’s prostate. It’s hot between them, the both of them slick with sweat and reeking of pure sex. But Youngjae likes this. He might not be able to gym every single day but this.
Yes, this was something he could definitely do.
“How the fuck are you still so damn tight?” Jackson groans moving one of his hands from Youngjae’s hips to brush his fingers against Youngjae’s jawline.
“I’m gonna come soon.” Youngjae gasps and Jackson licks a wet stripe his neck, liking how Youngjae tastes faintly of salt and lime body wash. That’s the final straw for Youngjae, triggering his orgasm, his thighs quaking around Jackson’s waist. He keeps a firm iron grip on Jackson’s shoulders, muffling his moan by biting on Jackson’s collarbone. Jackson hisses in mixed pain-pleasure, his thrusting getting messier by the minute.
“Fuck, Youngjae.” Jackson moans and Youngjae cups his face with his palms, kissing him sloppily, their tongues tangling and their teeth clacking. Youngjae gasps into Jackson’s mouth as he feels the older male empty himself inside him. When Jackson pulls out, some of his cum slides down Youngjae’s thighs and Youngjae shivers when he feels Jackson tracing a finger along the cum trail, shoving the cum back into Youngjae’s ass.
Youngjae winces as soon as his feet touch the ground, a sharp pain shooting up his spine.
“Shit, my back hurts.” He complains, stretching a little rub his sore ass.
“That was nice though.” Jackson smiles, the pupils of his eyes still dilated and suddenly Youngjae wants to fuck all over again.
But maybe next time, when his spine doesn’t feel like it’s going to bend and break.
“Not gonna lie, that was pretty hot.” Youngjae grins, full of teeth.
True though, he had no idea Jackson was strong enough to support his body weight, not to mention to fuck him open against the wall.
“Let’s get you cleaned, baby.” Jackson wraps his muscular arms around Youngjae’s waist and the younger male laughs at how fast Jackson can turn from a sex machine to a kind gentleman.
But Youngjae likes him, regardless of whatever version he is.
After all, Jackson was still his Jackson.
-
“Hey, what happened to going to the gym and all?” Jackson grumbles as soon as he enters their room only to find Youngjae eating a slice of cheesecake on their bed.
The said boy looks up innocently, blinking his eyes as though clueless.
“What?” He mumbles with a mouthful of cake and Jackson nearly gives in because Youngjae was just to cute to resist. Keyword: Nearly.
“Jae, you’re going to waste all the time you spent at the gym.” Jackson scowls, folding his arms across his chest.
“Aw, come on babe. You know that I’m gonna burn the fat later anyway.” Youngjae winks and wiggles his eyebrows.
Jackson sighs, rubbing his temples. Youngjae senses Jackson’s annoyance and quickly finishes up the last of his cake.
“Hey, come here.” Youngjae says as he sets his empty plate on the bedside table, rolling over to his side of the bed.
Jackson hesitates but goes anyway, sliding into bed with his boyfriend.
Youngjae instantly curls up to Jackson’s side, nuzzling into his neck. Jackson is slightly taken aback by the sudden intimate gesture but then again, it’s Youngjae ; Youngjae who is unpredictable and kind, with pretty eyes and an even prettier heart. He has always been special to Jackson.
“It’s nap time.” Youngjae chuckles sleepily, pressing a soft kiss on Jackson’s jaw.
“You’re a fucking pig, jae.” Jackson replies, an affectionate smile on his lips as he strokes the younger’s hair lovingly.
“You love me anyway.”
“Yup, I kinda do.”
They lapse into comfortable silence, that is until Youngjae breaks it.
“So does this mean I can stop being your gym buddy?”
“Youngjae.”
“Really? I mean-“
“No.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“Okay.”