Velvet
Title: Velvet
Author: omen1x2
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: DBSK/TVXQ
Pairing: JaeChun
Disclaimer: Like all fanfic writers, I twist reality to please me.
Summary: Yoochun can read Jaejoong so well, that when he looks in his eyes, he sees whole scenes. Inspired by this picture.
Velvet
By Omen-chan
Sometimes Yoochun looks at Jaejoong and can read whole scenes in his eyes. He glances over and Jaejoong’s staring at him, brown eyes warm and velvety, and they’re so easy to get lost in. He’ll be trapped in them, for a split second that feels like an hour, that feels like days, that he never even really wants to escape from anyway.
Yoochun laughs as Junsu and Changmin gang up on him, drenching him with water and effectively ruining his hair, but he doesn’t care as Yunho sneaks up behind them and drenches them with soda.
He wanders off to go find a towel, still laughing, tears in his eyes, as Junsu and Changmin tackle Yunho to the ground, effectively ruining his punishment.
He finds one, in a way, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t even notice, because it’s accompanied by a small smile that’s almost (but not quite) a smirk, eyes glinting with humor and something else. It’s the something else that gets him.
In Jaejoong’s eyes, he sees Jaejoong pinning him to the wall, hands clenching and unclenching around his own, as Jaejoong leans forward to slowly lick the trail a drop of water had left on his neck.
Sees himself moan and tilt his head back, nearly hitting it on the wall behind him but not caring, the stars in his eyes from Jaejoong, not the pain in his head at all.
Jaejoong’s eyes flicker, and then his hands are under Yoochun’s shirt, slipping it off, leaving him shivering from the cold and the wet and Jaejoong and he can’t breathe when Jaejoong slips his knee between Yoochun’s legs and grinds.
But then Jaejoong looks away, someone’s speaking to him, and only manages to spare him one quick glance, eyebrow raised (skin on skin now as their chests touch; fingers slipping under his waistband, so teasing…), and playfully throws the towel that Yoochun had completely forgotten onto his head.
Yoochun hides flushed cheeks in the towel, pretending to dry himself off.
Yoochun whispers in Jaejoong’s ear, secrets and jokes only for him (always for him), and Jaejoong glances at him, eyes twinkling, smile childish, almost blushing, but Yoochun isn’t fooled as Jaejoong leans into him and whispers back, his eyes on Yoochun for just a moment, but that moment an eternity.
Soft kisses pressed to the back of his neck, hand sliding sensually from Yoochun’s shoulder to his chest, caressing a nipple through his shirt, moving down so torturously slow until…
Yoochun grins charmingly at the interviewer, not quite able to think yet, as he tries to bring his breathing back under control.
They all breathe a sigh of relief when the flashing stops, when lunch is called and they all line up at the table. Yoochun’s willing to wait until everyone else finishes filling their plates, too exhausted and strung out to battle with a hungry camera crew, hungry band mates, hungry hair stylists, hungry everyone.
A hand touches the small of his back. He knows the touch (burning a hole through his shirt so he can feel it on his skin, in his blood), doesn’t feel the need to look, and continues to watch the others laugh and argue and chat as they pile on as much food as they can.
A plate of food appears before his face and he blinks at it, surprised, and turns to look at Jaejoong, and…
Jaejoong doesn’t seem to care as he’s pushed back against the small black chaise their photoshoot had been centered around, too busy tangling his tongue with Yoochun’s, breaths coming hard and fast as zippers are undone and boundaries shoved aside.
Yoochun swallows and tears his gaze away for a moment, grins as he realizes Jaejoong’s blunder. “Where are the chopsticks?”
A smirk (Jaejoong’s naked back pressing hard and sweaty to the black leather as Yoochun pounds… Eyes sting as sweat hits them, but neither of them close their eyes, gazes locked) and Jaejoong holds a pair up, shakes his head when Yoochun reaches for them.
They share a grin, and Yoochun closes his eyes and opens his mouth.
Yoochun wonders sometimes if his control will break, if he’ll randomly shove Jaejoong against a wall in front of thousands of fans, in front of camera crews and managers and back-up dancers. Wonders if he’ll even care.
Jaejoong laughs heat into his ear when he asks it, comfortable and warm and sated and safe, lying on Jaejoong’s chest, with arms holding him close as they stare up at the ceiling. Speaks in soft whispers that make Yoochun wonder if they’re ready to go again.
“Why worry? Me, all I have to do is look at you, and it’s enough. It tides me over until we’re safe at home, alone.”
Yoochun turns his head awkwardly to give Jaejoong a cheeky grin, because Jaejoong’s always smarter than anyone thinks he is, and is relieved, in a way, because he really doesn’t want those moments to end, when their eyes meet and there’s a whole world just for them, hidden away in plain sight.
~fin~
Author: omen1x2
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: DBSK/TVXQ
Pairing: JaeChun
Disclaimer: Like all fanfic writers, I twist reality to please me.
Summary: Yoochun can read Jaejoong so well, that when he looks in his eyes, he sees whole scenes. Inspired by this picture.
Velvet
By Omen-chan
Sometimes Yoochun looks at Jaejoong and can read whole scenes in his eyes. He glances over and Jaejoong’s staring at him, brown eyes warm and velvety, and they’re so easy to get lost in. He’ll be trapped in them, for a split second that feels like an hour, that feels like days, that he never even really wants to escape from anyway.
Yoochun laughs as Junsu and Changmin gang up on him, drenching him with water and effectively ruining his hair, but he doesn’t care as Yunho sneaks up behind them and drenches them with soda.
He wanders off to go find a towel, still laughing, tears in his eyes, as Junsu and Changmin tackle Yunho to the ground, effectively ruining his punishment.
He finds one, in a way, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t even notice, because it’s accompanied by a small smile that’s almost (but not quite) a smirk, eyes glinting with humor and something else. It’s the something else that gets him.
In Jaejoong’s eyes, he sees Jaejoong pinning him to the wall, hands clenching and unclenching around his own, as Jaejoong leans forward to slowly lick the trail a drop of water had left on his neck.
Sees himself moan and tilt his head back, nearly hitting it on the wall behind him but not caring, the stars in his eyes from Jaejoong, not the pain in his head at all.
Jaejoong’s eyes flicker, and then his hands are under Yoochun’s shirt, slipping it off, leaving him shivering from the cold and the wet and Jaejoong and he can’t breathe when Jaejoong slips his knee between Yoochun’s legs and grinds.
But then Jaejoong looks away, someone’s speaking to him, and only manages to spare him one quick glance, eyebrow raised (skin on skin now as their chests touch; fingers slipping under his waistband, so teasing…), and playfully throws the towel that Yoochun had completely forgotten onto his head.
Yoochun hides flushed cheeks in the towel, pretending to dry himself off.
Yoochun whispers in Jaejoong’s ear, secrets and jokes only for him (always for him), and Jaejoong glances at him, eyes twinkling, smile childish, almost blushing, but Yoochun isn’t fooled as Jaejoong leans into him and whispers back, his eyes on Yoochun for just a moment, but that moment an eternity.
Soft kisses pressed to the back of his neck, hand sliding sensually from Yoochun’s shoulder to his chest, caressing a nipple through his shirt, moving down so torturously slow until…
Yoochun grins charmingly at the interviewer, not quite able to think yet, as he tries to bring his breathing back under control.
They all breathe a sigh of relief when the flashing stops, when lunch is called and they all line up at the table. Yoochun’s willing to wait until everyone else finishes filling their plates, too exhausted and strung out to battle with a hungry camera crew, hungry band mates, hungry hair stylists, hungry everyone.
A hand touches the small of his back. He knows the touch (burning a hole through his shirt so he can feel it on his skin, in his blood), doesn’t feel the need to look, and continues to watch the others laugh and argue and chat as they pile on as much food as they can.
A plate of food appears before his face and he blinks at it, surprised, and turns to look at Jaejoong, and…
Jaejoong doesn’t seem to care as he’s pushed back against the small black chaise their photoshoot had been centered around, too busy tangling his tongue with Yoochun’s, breaths coming hard and fast as zippers are undone and boundaries shoved aside.
Yoochun swallows and tears his gaze away for a moment, grins as he realizes Jaejoong’s blunder. “Where are the chopsticks?”
A smirk (Jaejoong’s naked back pressing hard and sweaty to the black leather as Yoochun pounds… Eyes sting as sweat hits them, but neither of them close their eyes, gazes locked) and Jaejoong holds a pair up, shakes his head when Yoochun reaches for them.
They share a grin, and Yoochun closes his eyes and opens his mouth.
Yoochun wonders sometimes if his control will break, if he’ll randomly shove Jaejoong against a wall in front of thousands of fans, in front of camera crews and managers and back-up dancers. Wonders if he’ll even care.
Jaejoong laughs heat into his ear when he asks it, comfortable and warm and sated and safe, lying on Jaejoong’s chest, with arms holding him close as they stare up at the ceiling. Speaks in soft whispers that make Yoochun wonder if they’re ready to go again.
“Why worry? Me, all I have to do is look at you, and it’s enough. It tides me over until we’re safe at home, alone.”
Yoochun turns his head awkwardly to give Jaejoong a cheeky grin, because Jaejoong’s always smarter than anyone thinks he is, and is relieved, in a way, because he really doesn’t want those moments to end, when their eyes meet and there’s a whole world just for them, hidden away in plain sight.
~fin~