I Feel (I can make your heart go faster)
I Feel (I can make your heart go faster)
Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: JaeChun. BFF!YooMin. Very small side of YunJae.
Rating: R-ish.
Genre: AU. Humor. Slight angst. Fluff. Smutty?
Warnings: Uh, probably just bad words. Clueless!Yoochun is clueless. :|
Summary: Yoochun's straight and Jaejoong's gay and Yoochun thought it was perfect.
AN: This might have been angsty if I didn't utterly fail at angst. Instead you get something somewhere between fluff and smut with a large dose of comedy (I hope).
Title and lyrics used are from "Heart Go Faster" by the Davey Brothers. Highly recommended. ♥
i feel
i can
make your
heart go
faster
"I'm gay," Jaejoong says,
"I'm straight," Yoochun replies,
and with that it's settled, contract signed, deal done; Yoochun has a new roommate. He's better than anyone else Yoochun could have hoped for. While Junsu hated the way Yoochun smoked all over the place, Jaejoong's a smoker; no more being relegated out onto the balcony to sate his nicotine cravings when Junsu is home; no more listening to Junsu bitch about how the apartment reeked of cigarette smoke. Jaejoong shares his passionate love of tobacco and within days there's an ashtray in every room. Jaejoong loves to drink as well, and while Junsu tended to avoid alcohol (it affects your health, Yoochunah!), Jaejoong keeps their fridge well-stocked with soju, vodka, and even a few bottles of cognac. Yoochun's in heaven.
He's eccentric, his new roommate. Jaejoong is covered in piercings and jewelry and lots of very expensive black clothing. He speaks three languages and works at some clothing store Yoochun couldn't even dream of buying socks from. Jaejoong has plump lips and moves with such grace that Yoochun wonders if Jaejoong missed his calling as a model or a porn star because really, Yoochun thinks, there's nothing else Jaejoong should be doing with a pair of lips that sinful.
But he's straight, very straight, and Jaejoong's very gay and the two of them sit and giggle about it. They'll watch porn together over a bowl of popcorn and Yoochun will critique the girls' bodies while Jaejoong will rate the man's dick and they'll laugh together like middle school kids sneaking peeks at dirty magazines in their father's office.
On Friday nights Yoochun hits the bars and often brings a pretty girl home. Jaejoong (who usually works Friday til close and opens on Saturdays, and swears it's killing his social life) will be pleasant and friendly and even shake the girl's hand and compliment her earrings. He'll give Yoochun a thumbs-up and slink off to watch movies in his bedroom and Yoochun will have the decency to turn on the tv and the radio to help drown out the sounds.
Saturday nights are Jaejoong's nights; there seems to be no limit to Jaejoong's tastes and Yoochun's seen him bring home anyone from a skinny little college freshman to body builders; feminine to masculine. Jaejoong calls himself a "switch-hitter" and it doesn't take Yoochun long from his limited knowledge of gay male relationships to guess exactly what that means. He's always assumed this kind of encounter would be awkward but the men Jaejoong brings are always friendly, polite, and sure to not make any sort of interaction that could be construed on Yoochun's part as a "pass," and for that, Yoochun is grateful. Jaejoong is a considerate roommate and Yoochun cannot think of a single thing he wants to change. Their arrangement is perfect and Yoochun is in heaven.
One drunken night makes it all come crashing down.
///
It's one of those lazy, slow nights where neither of them want to go out; Jaejoong worked too late and Yoochun has just finished getting over a cold. They end up drunk, very very drunk and it's then that Yoochun has the balls to open his mouth.
"What's it like kissing a guy?" he ponders aloud, a bottle of soju clutched in one hand. He's abandoned the pretense of a glass and moved to taking occasional swigs straight from the bottle.
"Just like kissing a girl," Jaejoong replies, a glass of some mixed drink he made dangling from one hand. His nails are painted black with a high-shine topcoat and they glitter in the low light of the living room.
"There has to be something different."
"Not really," Jaejoong drawls, his eyes starting to glitter like his nails. If Yoochun was sober he'd know that's a bad thing but at the moment he's too drunk to make the connection. "Why, you wanna find out?"
He's nodding before he's even thought the question through and Jaejoong scoots closer to him on the couch then, taking one final sip of his drink before setting it aside on the coffee table. "Alright. Kiss me."
"What?" He couldn't have heard that right.
"Kiss me, Yoochunah." Jaejoong grins before pursing out his lips comically. Yoochun barks out a laugh before draining his bottle of soju.
"I can't kiss you. You're my roommate!"
"People kiss their roommates all the time." Jaejoong murmurs, licking his lips slowly and Yoochun finds himself staring, his brain unable to fight with Jaejoong's (drunken) logic. There's a couple more seconds of silence as they stare at each other before Jaejoong's voice breaks it, the tone soft and low. "What, you afraid of boy cooties?"
There's something about the tone that Yoochun doesn't like (challenging, careful, scared?) and he leans in then, pausing an inch or two away before their lips connect. It doesn't feel like much of a kiss until Jaejoong slides his hand up and cups his cheek and tilts their heads; his lips part and suddenly it's really a kiss. Jaejoong tastes like vodka and cherries and when their tongues slide together the jolt that hits his stomach makes him moan. It's good, really good and he half-reaches up to touch Jaejoong's hair before he remembers who he is and where they are.
He jerks back so abruptly that Jaejoong has to catch himself on the couch to keep from falling face-forward into the cushions. They stare at each other for a long (too long) awkward moment before Yoochun's on his feet and in his room, the door locking behind him.
///
He manages to avoid Jaejoong in the morning and in the evening he pretends nothing happened. Jaejoong seems surprised by it, taken back and unsure before he allows it (lets Yoochun be a fucking coward) and together they sweep it under the rug, they move it to the back burner until it's so far out of their minds that it doesn't exist anymore.
He really does want to talk about it though, to apologize for running away and he eventually resolves to speak to Jaejoong about it the following weekend, when they can settle down together for more drinks and more casual conversation (and maybe a re-evaluation of their working relationship). Jaejoong thoroughly trashes these plans, completely demolishes them like a wrecking ball to a glass house when he brings home some tall, sexy, gorgeous man from work.
"This is Yunho," Jaejoong says, and Yoochun does his best to keep his expression smooth, to calm his hammering heart in his chest, to keep a firm leash on the ravenous, delirious beast that is his jealousy. His eyes are hard and Jaejoong misses the glare Yoochun throws at the man while he's taking his shoes off.
"Yunho," Yoochun says flatly, without honorifics or introductions or anything that makes a conversation civil. Yunho coughs and the sharp look Jaejoong throws Yoochun promises stormy waters ahead.
"Yes, Yunho," Jaejoong replies, fixing a grin on his face as he tries to brave Yoochun's rock-bottom mood. "He's a local model who's gonna be wearing our clothes in the runway show next Thursday."
"How nice," Yoochun remarks, his tone so flat and dead that he sounds murderous. Jaejoong glares at him, his eyes hard and confused and demanding what the hell is wrong with you with a side of please don't fuck this up for me. Yoochun ignores them, grabbing his shoes and his coat and he slams the door on his way out of the apartment.
It's probably the most childish thing he's ever done.
///
"-and so he brought this guy home!" Yoochun wails, clutching his glass of alcohol, slurring his words so badly it's almost unclear if he's really speaking Korean. "A guy! A big, tall, sexy... stupidly fucking gorgeous guy!"
"Mmm," Changmin hums, shifting on the couch as he sips from a glass of some sort of mixed alcohol. "Absolutely unbelievable, you're right. How could he."
His sarcasm is lost on Yoochun. "I, I mean, how could he do that?"
"You shared a drunken kiss. That you initiated. And you made it clear to him that you're straight, right?"
"... well yeah but-"
"Yoochunah," Changmin sighs, setting his glass down as he nurses the beginning of a headache behind his eyes. "Are you homophobic?"
"What? Of course not."
"Do you... have a problem with him bringing guys home?"
"No..."
"And has he ever complained about the girls you bring home?"
A sigh. "No..."
"Then why are you so upset? He's going back to the normal routine, isn't he? Back to the arrangement you guys had, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Then why are you so upset?"
Yoochun frowns, fingering the glass in his hands before he drains it. "Upset?"
Changmin smiles a bit, using a voice usually reserved for young children and the mentally handicapped. "Why are you so upset about him bringing another man home?"
"I-..." He frowns, opening and closing his mouth a few times in a stellar impression of a fish. "I'm not..."
"Jealous? Christ, Yoochun, do you need a shovel for all that bullshit you're spewing?" Changmin gets up and pads into the kitchen to refill his glass. Yoochun watches him walk, thinking about how Jaejoong's walk is more graceful and how his lips are much more rounded than Changmin's and suddenly it clicks, like a light bulb going off in his head. The pin finally drops and it all shifts into place and Yoochun drops his empty glass onto the carpet, his mouth hanging open.
"Oh my god," he breathes aloud, his eyes wide, sightless.
"What?" Changmin steps back into the living room, leaning against the wall as he sips at his alcohol. "Did you see a spider?"
"I have a crush on my roommate."
One of Changmin's eyebrows creep towards his hairline. "Oh?"
"Oh god. I-I kissed my gay roommate and now I have a crush on him."
"Oh please." Changmin laughs, turning back into the kitchen.
"I- where the hell are you going?! I'm having a-... a revelation here!"
"I'm getting you more alcohol," Changmin calls out with a sigh, "I think you need to be a bit more drunk for this."
///
Changmin calls him a cab and at 3am he's stumbling into his apartment, eyes swollen and face red from drunken crying and drunken sobbing and drunken ranting. Jaejoong's sitting on the couch, mercifully alone and Yoochun does his best to beat down the ravenous jealous beast in his heart.
"W-where's... where's Yunho?" he asks as he tugs his shoes off, dropping his coat on the floor while tripping over his own feet.
"He went home." Jaejoong's voice is clipped and firm and it's obvious he's pissed. He's still wearing his clothes, makeup still done and Yoochun wonders how he missed how fucking beautiful his own roommate is.
"Oh."
"'Oh'? Is that all you have to say? What the hell, Yoochun!" Jaejoong glares at him, arms crossed over his chest as he crosses his legs, wiggling the top foot nervously. "You treated him like he fucking murdered your dog or something!"
"I-" He's not prepared to have to explain this, not so soon; hoping against hope that Jaejoong would be asleep and he could try this in the morning, after his hangover had faded. "I just-... wasn't prepared for him, that's all."
"Are you serious?" Jaejoong glares, his eyes are cold and hard but through his drunken haze Yoochun swears he can see a touch of nervousness and it baffles him; since when did Kim-fucking-Jaejoong get nervous? "That's your only explanation? Yoochun, I've brought guys home before without a probl-"
"We kissed last weekend!" It comes out suddenly, louder than he intended and Jaejoong's mouth snaps shut as they stare at each other. The anger is gone and in it's place Jaejoong is displaying a delightful mix of shock, amusement, and curiosity.
"So?"
"So I thought we could talk about it this weekend."
Jaejoong licks his lips slowly. "What's there to talk about?"
He tries to think of how to approach this. What does he want to say? Well, you see, Jaejoong, I think I might have a crush on you. Let's fuck and see if I like it! The pieces of his dismembered corpse will turn up in various places around town. They'll never find the head.
He slowly makes his way to the couch and flops down, heart pounding as Jaejoong continues to stare at him. The man's face is cold and Yoochun feels his stomach flip-flip.
"Don't hit me," he breathes as he slowly leans forward, bringing their faces together and now it's Jaejoong's eyebrows that are creeping towards his hairline. He really doesn't put it past Jaejoong to put a fist in his gut but instead he feels his roommate's fingers brush his hair back from his face. Their mouths are about two inches away and he can smell Jaejoong's breath. Cigarettes and cherries. Always cherries.
"I won't," Jaejoong whispers, his face soft, eyes warm, and then they're kissing.
It's hot and sharp and real and he feels Jaejoong sliding into his lap, urging him to lay back on the couch. He watches as Jaejoong strips, tossing his designer shirt on the floor before unbuckling his pants. Yoochun's dazed and nervous; this is moving too fast and he can feel fear licking at his awareness until Jaejoong's kissing him again, warm and soothing and he does his best not to pass out from it all.
"Jaejoong," he breathes, cheeks flushed from alcohol and kissing and (oh god) arousal. His voice is anxious, trembling, pleading (don't let me drown) and Jaejoong shushes him gently, elegant fingers sliding between his legs to massage his cock. He bucks into the touch and Jaejoong laughs deep in his throat, his eyes so dark they're nearly black. After a moment Yoochun feels Jaejoong working his pants past his hips, down down down until they're on the floor along with his underwear and suddenly he's half naked. Jaejoong helps him out of his shirt, tossing that aside carelessly before wrapping a hand around Yoochun's cock.
"Oh god," he breathes, eyes wide, and Jaejoong smirks down at him.
"Just 'Jaejoong' will do," he coos before he ducks his head and suddenly Yoochun's surrounded in the delicious heat of Jaejoong's mouth. He cries out, fingers sliding down to tangle in his roommate's dyed locks. His head is thrown back, eyes screwed shut as he just experiences Jaejoong's lips and tongue and oh fucking god even his teeth. Jaejoong deepthroats him for a while before using his hand to stroke the shaft and his mouth to explore the tip and Yoochun doesn't even have a prayer. Subconsciously he knows he's been dreaming of this since he first laid eyes on the man. He wants to cry and finds himself wondering if that's the inappropriate response to a blowjob.
He tugs weakly on the blond locks, a garbled whimper his only warning but Jaejoong ignores him, lips wrapped firmly around the head of his dick and he comes, he comes so hard and so fast that he nearly passes out. Jaejoong has no problem taking everything he gives and soon enough he's a limp pile of bones on the couch.
"One generally returns the favor," Jaejoong murmurs, crawling up his body to snuggle against his chest. He can't think of a witty reply so he hugs him instead, fingers tracing the length of Jaejoong's spine and then (boldly) the curve of his ass.
///
"I'm sorry I was rude to Yunho," he finally whispers a few minutes later. It's random and absurd and Jaejoong breaks out into a fit of laughter against Yoochun's throat.
"I forgive you," Jaejoong snickers in response, turning his head up to kiss him softly. He can taste himself on Jaejoong's tongue and it makes his heart skip a beat.
"Does this mean I'm gay?" He breathes, dazed at the sudden sharp turn his life has taken.
"Not necessarily," Jaejoong replies, licking those delicious fucking lips of his. "We can just say you're Jae-sexual."
Yoochun's laughter is long and loud and perfect and suddenly the world feels right again.
i feel
i can
make it
last
forever
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Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: JaeChun. BFF!YooMin. Very small side of YunJae.
Rating: R-ish.
Genre: AU. Humor. Slight angst. Fluff. Smutty?
Warnings: Uh, probably just bad words. Clueless!Yoochun is clueless. :|
Summary: Yoochun's straight and Jaejoong's gay and Yoochun thought it was perfect.
AN: This might have been angsty if I didn't utterly fail at angst. Instead you get something somewhere between fluff and smut with a large dose of comedy (I hope).
Title and lyrics used are from "Heart Go Faster" by the Davey Brothers. Highly recommended. ♥
i feel
i can
make your
heart go
faster
"I'm gay," Jaejoong says,
"I'm straight," Yoochun replies,
and with that it's settled, contract signed, deal done; Yoochun has a new roommate. He's better than anyone else Yoochun could have hoped for. While Junsu hated the way Yoochun smoked all over the place, Jaejoong's a smoker; no more being relegated out onto the balcony to sate his nicotine cravings when Junsu is home; no more listening to Junsu bitch about how the apartment reeked of cigarette smoke. Jaejoong shares his passionate love of tobacco and within days there's an ashtray in every room. Jaejoong loves to drink as well, and while Junsu tended to avoid alcohol (it affects your health, Yoochunah!), Jaejoong keeps their fridge well-stocked with soju, vodka, and even a few bottles of cognac. Yoochun's in heaven.
He's eccentric, his new roommate. Jaejoong is covered in piercings and jewelry and lots of very expensive black clothing. He speaks three languages and works at some clothing store Yoochun couldn't even dream of buying socks from. Jaejoong has plump lips and moves with such grace that Yoochun wonders if Jaejoong missed his calling as a model or a porn star because really, Yoochun thinks, there's nothing else Jaejoong should be doing with a pair of lips that sinful.
But he's straight, very straight, and Jaejoong's very gay and the two of them sit and giggle about it. They'll watch porn together over a bowl of popcorn and Yoochun will critique the girls' bodies while Jaejoong will rate the man's dick and they'll laugh together like middle school kids sneaking peeks at dirty magazines in their father's office.
On Friday nights Yoochun hits the bars and often brings a pretty girl home. Jaejoong (who usually works Friday til close and opens on Saturdays, and swears it's killing his social life) will be pleasant and friendly and even shake the girl's hand and compliment her earrings. He'll give Yoochun a thumbs-up and slink off to watch movies in his bedroom and Yoochun will have the decency to turn on the tv and the radio to help drown out the sounds.
Saturday nights are Jaejoong's nights; there seems to be no limit to Jaejoong's tastes and Yoochun's seen him bring home anyone from a skinny little college freshman to body builders; feminine to masculine. Jaejoong calls himself a "switch-hitter" and it doesn't take Yoochun long from his limited knowledge of gay male relationships to guess exactly what that means. He's always assumed this kind of encounter would be awkward but the men Jaejoong brings are always friendly, polite, and sure to not make any sort of interaction that could be construed on Yoochun's part as a "pass," and for that, Yoochun is grateful. Jaejoong is a considerate roommate and Yoochun cannot think of a single thing he wants to change. Their arrangement is perfect and Yoochun is in heaven.
One drunken night makes it all come crashing down.
///
It's one of those lazy, slow nights where neither of them want to go out; Jaejoong worked too late and Yoochun has just finished getting over a cold. They end up drunk, very very drunk and it's then that Yoochun has the balls to open his mouth.
"What's it like kissing a guy?" he ponders aloud, a bottle of soju clutched in one hand. He's abandoned the pretense of a glass and moved to taking occasional swigs straight from the bottle.
"Just like kissing a girl," Jaejoong replies, a glass of some mixed drink he made dangling from one hand. His nails are painted black with a high-shine topcoat and they glitter in the low light of the living room.
"There has to be something different."
"Not really," Jaejoong drawls, his eyes starting to glitter like his nails. If Yoochun was sober he'd know that's a bad thing but at the moment he's too drunk to make the connection. "Why, you wanna find out?"
He's nodding before he's even thought the question through and Jaejoong scoots closer to him on the couch then, taking one final sip of his drink before setting it aside on the coffee table. "Alright. Kiss me."
"What?" He couldn't have heard that right.
"Kiss me, Yoochunah." Jaejoong grins before pursing out his lips comically. Yoochun barks out a laugh before draining his bottle of soju.
"I can't kiss you. You're my roommate!"
"People kiss their roommates all the time." Jaejoong murmurs, licking his lips slowly and Yoochun finds himself staring, his brain unable to fight with Jaejoong's (drunken) logic. There's a couple more seconds of silence as they stare at each other before Jaejoong's voice breaks it, the tone soft and low. "What, you afraid of boy cooties?"
There's something about the tone that Yoochun doesn't like (challenging, careful, scared?) and he leans in then, pausing an inch or two away before their lips connect. It doesn't feel like much of a kiss until Jaejoong slides his hand up and cups his cheek and tilts their heads; his lips part and suddenly it's really a kiss. Jaejoong tastes like vodka and cherries and when their tongues slide together the jolt that hits his stomach makes him moan. It's good, really good and he half-reaches up to touch Jaejoong's hair before he remembers who he is and where they are.
He jerks back so abruptly that Jaejoong has to catch himself on the couch to keep from falling face-forward into the cushions. They stare at each other for a long (too long) awkward moment before Yoochun's on his feet and in his room, the door locking behind him.
///
He manages to avoid Jaejoong in the morning and in the evening he pretends nothing happened. Jaejoong seems surprised by it, taken back and unsure before he allows it (lets Yoochun be a fucking coward) and together they sweep it under the rug, they move it to the back burner until it's so far out of their minds that it doesn't exist anymore.
He really does want to talk about it though, to apologize for running away and he eventually resolves to speak to Jaejoong about it the following weekend, when they can settle down together for more drinks and more casual conversation (and maybe a re-evaluation of their working relationship). Jaejoong thoroughly trashes these plans, completely demolishes them like a wrecking ball to a glass house when he brings home some tall, sexy, gorgeous man from work.
"This is Yunho," Jaejoong says, and Yoochun does his best to keep his expression smooth, to calm his hammering heart in his chest, to keep a firm leash on the ravenous, delirious beast that is his jealousy. His eyes are hard and Jaejoong misses the glare Yoochun throws at the man while he's taking his shoes off.
"Yunho," Yoochun says flatly, without honorifics or introductions or anything that makes a conversation civil. Yunho coughs and the sharp look Jaejoong throws Yoochun promises stormy waters ahead.
"Yes, Yunho," Jaejoong replies, fixing a grin on his face as he tries to brave Yoochun's rock-bottom mood. "He's a local model who's gonna be wearing our clothes in the runway show next Thursday."
"How nice," Yoochun remarks, his tone so flat and dead that he sounds murderous. Jaejoong glares at him, his eyes hard and confused and demanding what the hell is wrong with you with a side of please don't fuck this up for me. Yoochun ignores them, grabbing his shoes and his coat and he slams the door on his way out of the apartment.
It's probably the most childish thing he's ever done.
///
"-and so he brought this guy home!" Yoochun wails, clutching his glass of alcohol, slurring his words so badly it's almost unclear if he's really speaking Korean. "A guy! A big, tall, sexy... stupidly fucking gorgeous guy!"
"Mmm," Changmin hums, shifting on the couch as he sips from a glass of some sort of mixed alcohol. "Absolutely unbelievable, you're right. How could he."
His sarcasm is lost on Yoochun. "I, I mean, how could he do that?"
"You shared a drunken kiss. That you initiated. And you made it clear to him that you're straight, right?"
"... well yeah but-"
"Yoochunah," Changmin sighs, setting his glass down as he nurses the beginning of a headache behind his eyes. "Are you homophobic?"
"What? Of course not."
"Do you... have a problem with him bringing guys home?"
"No..."
"And has he ever complained about the girls you bring home?"
A sigh. "No..."
"Then why are you so upset? He's going back to the normal routine, isn't he? Back to the arrangement you guys had, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Then why are you so upset?"
Yoochun frowns, fingering the glass in his hands before he drains it. "Upset?"
Changmin smiles a bit, using a voice usually reserved for young children and the mentally handicapped. "Why are you so upset about him bringing another man home?"
"I-..." He frowns, opening and closing his mouth a few times in a stellar impression of a fish. "I'm not..."
"Jealous? Christ, Yoochun, do you need a shovel for all that bullshit you're spewing?" Changmin gets up and pads into the kitchen to refill his glass. Yoochun watches him walk, thinking about how Jaejoong's walk is more graceful and how his lips are much more rounded than Changmin's and suddenly it clicks, like a light bulb going off in his head. The pin finally drops and it all shifts into place and Yoochun drops his empty glass onto the carpet, his mouth hanging open.
"Oh my god," he breathes aloud, his eyes wide, sightless.
"What?" Changmin steps back into the living room, leaning against the wall as he sips at his alcohol. "Did you see a spider?"
"I have a crush on my roommate."
One of Changmin's eyebrows creep towards his hairline. "Oh?"
"Oh god. I-I kissed my gay roommate and now I have a crush on him."
"Oh please." Changmin laughs, turning back into the kitchen.
"I- where the hell are you going?! I'm having a-... a revelation here!"
"I'm getting you more alcohol," Changmin calls out with a sigh, "I think you need to be a bit more drunk for this."
///
Changmin calls him a cab and at 3am he's stumbling into his apartment, eyes swollen and face red from drunken crying and drunken sobbing and drunken ranting. Jaejoong's sitting on the couch, mercifully alone and Yoochun does his best to beat down the ravenous jealous beast in his heart.
"W-where's... where's Yunho?" he asks as he tugs his shoes off, dropping his coat on the floor while tripping over his own feet.
"He went home." Jaejoong's voice is clipped and firm and it's obvious he's pissed. He's still wearing his clothes, makeup still done and Yoochun wonders how he missed how fucking beautiful his own roommate is.
"Oh."
"'Oh'? Is that all you have to say? What the hell, Yoochun!" Jaejoong glares at him, arms crossed over his chest as he crosses his legs, wiggling the top foot nervously. "You treated him like he fucking murdered your dog or something!"
"I-" He's not prepared to have to explain this, not so soon; hoping against hope that Jaejoong would be asleep and he could try this in the morning, after his hangover had faded. "I just-... wasn't prepared for him, that's all."
"Are you serious?" Jaejoong glares, his eyes are cold and hard but through his drunken haze Yoochun swears he can see a touch of nervousness and it baffles him; since when did Kim-fucking-Jaejoong get nervous? "That's your only explanation? Yoochun, I've brought guys home before without a probl-"
"We kissed last weekend!" It comes out suddenly, louder than he intended and Jaejoong's mouth snaps shut as they stare at each other. The anger is gone and in it's place Jaejoong is displaying a delightful mix of shock, amusement, and curiosity.
"So?"
"So I thought we could talk about it this weekend."
Jaejoong licks his lips slowly. "What's there to talk about?"
He tries to think of how to approach this. What does he want to say? Well, you see, Jaejoong, I think I might have a crush on you. Let's fuck and see if I like it! The pieces of his dismembered corpse will turn up in various places around town. They'll never find the head.
He slowly makes his way to the couch and flops down, heart pounding as Jaejoong continues to stare at him. The man's face is cold and Yoochun feels his stomach flip-flip.
"Don't hit me," he breathes as he slowly leans forward, bringing their faces together and now it's Jaejoong's eyebrows that are creeping towards his hairline. He really doesn't put it past Jaejoong to put a fist in his gut but instead he feels his roommate's fingers brush his hair back from his face. Their mouths are about two inches away and he can smell Jaejoong's breath. Cigarettes and cherries. Always cherries.
"I won't," Jaejoong whispers, his face soft, eyes warm, and then they're kissing.
It's hot and sharp and real and he feels Jaejoong sliding into his lap, urging him to lay back on the couch. He watches as Jaejoong strips, tossing his designer shirt on the floor before unbuckling his pants. Yoochun's dazed and nervous; this is moving too fast and he can feel fear licking at his awareness until Jaejoong's kissing him again, warm and soothing and he does his best not to pass out from it all.
"Jaejoong," he breathes, cheeks flushed from alcohol and kissing and (oh god) arousal. His voice is anxious, trembling, pleading (don't let me drown) and Jaejoong shushes him gently, elegant fingers sliding between his legs to massage his cock. He bucks into the touch and Jaejoong laughs deep in his throat, his eyes so dark they're nearly black. After a moment Yoochun feels Jaejoong working his pants past his hips, down down down until they're on the floor along with his underwear and suddenly he's half naked. Jaejoong helps him out of his shirt, tossing that aside carelessly before wrapping a hand around Yoochun's cock.
"Oh god," he breathes, eyes wide, and Jaejoong smirks down at him.
"Just 'Jaejoong' will do," he coos before he ducks his head and suddenly Yoochun's surrounded in the delicious heat of Jaejoong's mouth. He cries out, fingers sliding down to tangle in his roommate's dyed locks. His head is thrown back, eyes screwed shut as he just experiences Jaejoong's lips and tongue and oh fucking god even his teeth. Jaejoong deepthroats him for a while before using his hand to stroke the shaft and his mouth to explore the tip and Yoochun doesn't even have a prayer. Subconsciously he knows he's been dreaming of this since he first laid eyes on the man. He wants to cry and finds himself wondering if that's the inappropriate response to a blowjob.
He tugs weakly on the blond locks, a garbled whimper his only warning but Jaejoong ignores him, lips wrapped firmly around the head of his dick and he comes, he comes so hard and so fast that he nearly passes out. Jaejoong has no problem taking everything he gives and soon enough he's a limp pile of bones on the couch.
"One generally returns the favor," Jaejoong murmurs, crawling up his body to snuggle against his chest. He can't think of a witty reply so he hugs him instead, fingers tracing the length of Jaejoong's spine and then (boldly) the curve of his ass.
///
"I'm sorry I was rude to Yunho," he finally whispers a few minutes later. It's random and absurd and Jaejoong breaks out into a fit of laughter against Yoochun's throat.
"I forgive you," Jaejoong snickers in response, turning his head up to kiss him softly. He can taste himself on Jaejoong's tongue and it makes his heart skip a beat.
"Does this mean I'm gay?" He breathes, dazed at the sudden sharp turn his life has taken.
"Not necessarily," Jaejoong replies, licking those delicious fucking lips of his. "We can just say you're Jae-sexual."
Yoochun's laughter is long and loud and perfect and suddenly the world feels right again.
i feel
i can
make it
last
forever
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