Your Love (SONGFIC)
Title: Your Love
Pairing: ChunJae, Yoosu
Rating: NC-17
WARNING: ANGST TO THE MAX
A/N: FOR THE LOVELY miya-aktf @ TUMBLR. OMG I WROTE A ONESHOT!
ATTENTION: this is a song fic. Please listen to "Your Love" by The Outfield.
Jaejoong looked at his phone when it vibrated.
1 New Text
YOOCHUN
Jaejoong bit his bottom lip and opened the message.
I'm lonely, come over, let's hang out.
Jaejoong looked at his computer for a moment before replying.
Where's Junsu?
He barely put his phone down when he got a reply.
Japan, promoting his musical.
Jaejoong chewed on his lip in indecision. He really shouldn't. He got another message.
I just want to talk...come stay with me...
Jaejoong could feel the pout Yoochun had on his face and sighed, letting his sister know in their chat that he was going out to be with a friend.
I'm on my way. Jaejoong messaged back.
He hated when Junsu went away, Yoochun would always message him to come over and they'd end up getting drunk and fooling around behind Junsu's back, then have to keep it a secret, swear to never tell their bandmate, Jaejoong's friend, Yoochun's boyfriend.
But Jaejoong was conflicted moreso because he found himself falling in love with Yoochun a little more each time.
Jaejoong made it to Yoochun's apartment and let himself in, knowing where to go to find the man. He went to the bedroom and looked at the shirtless form spread out on the bed.
"Hey," he said softly, putting his keys on the dresser next to a picture of Yoochun and Junsu, which he put face down, like always. He couldn't take it if Junsu's sweet, innocent eyes caught his when he was fooling around with Junsu's boyfriend.
Yoochun turned over and put his hands behind his head. "Hey," he smirked.
Jaejoong smiled small and walked over, sitting on the end of the bed. "You look sleepy, not lonely."
Yoochun sat up and slid behind him, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong's middle.
"You know the truth, Jae..." Yoochun whispered against his neck, his voice deep and viral, spreading throughout Jaejoong's body in a warm buzz.
"I know..."
Jaejoong turned his face slightly and closed his eyes when he felt Yoochun's lips press to his.
"How is this just talking..." Jaejoong questioned, turning a little more and putting his arms around Yoochun's neck.
"Body language?" Yoochun offered, pulling Jaejoong back onto the bed more and turning them so that he could hover over Jaejoong. "We're soulmates, Jae," he murmured. "That's all that matters."
Jaejoong closed his eyes and let Yoochun's hands track over his body, his thumb brush across his cheek, his lips. He captured Yoochun's thumb between his lips and sucked on it lightly, moaning when he felt Yoochun's other hand sliding under his shirt.
Jaejoong slid his own hands over Yoochun's back, gripping his shoulders and feeling the muscle there, letting Yoochun's thumb go.
"Kiss me..." Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun looked down at him and brushed blonde hair from the older one's face, leaning in slowly to nuzzle him, then press soft lips against his once again.
They kissed for a long time, touching, disrobing, stroking, tugging, feeling until Jaejoong threw his conscience out the window and begged for Yoochun to take him, claim him, mark him.
Yoochun knew Jaejoong was in love with him, that's what made this so easy. He just needed to use that love for a while, one night, he didn't want that love to go away, he needed it for times like this, times when Junsu wasn't there for him. He had to keep that love fresh.
Yoochun realized that it had been a while since they had done this. Separating from Yunho and Changmin, taking on JYJ, made times like this almost impossible to come by.
His hands shook, something telling him suddenly that he should stop, but he pushed it aside, like every other time, gently preparing Jaejoong to take him, stretching him wide with slickened fingers.
And Jaejoong was so eager for it, spread open for him, moaning and arching and fisting the sheets in his hands, erection straining, seeping onto his stomach, leaving a silvery, sticky patch of skin that Yoochun wanted to suck on, taste, engrain in his memory.
He was silent, not offering any words as he pressed his hardness into Jaejoong's receptive body, groaning at the tightness, the heat, the pressure, the friction, the forbidden sensations. It thrilled him, gave him a rush unlike any other.
Jaejoong's legs slid around him and Yoochun groaned, hips rolling, abs taught, shoulders tight, hands supporting him, a sheen of sweat starting to glisten over his skin.
Jaejoong's large eyes looked up at him, the man's mouth slack with moans outpouring, his delicate, soft fingers, sliding up Yoochun's feverishly hot, strong arms, and he swore to himself as he fell a little farther, a little harder in love with this man who was using him.
Yoochun paused for a moment and pulled Jaejoong against him, turning them over so that Jaejoong was over him, straddling, fully seated.
Jaejoong's hands went to Yoochun's chest, fingertips brushing over hard nipples with each rise and fall of his hips, each movement he made to get Yoochun's cock deeper.
Yoochun's hands went to Jaejoong's hips, guiding, urging, controlling Jaejoong's movements over him. His feet planted on the bed, knees bent as he thrust up, hard, fast, wanting to hear Jaejoong call out his name, wanting to watch Jaejoong get lost completely in pleasure.
Jaejoong looked down at him as he did cry out, his hands moved beside Yoochun's head, steadying himself as he bucked back onto Yoochun's length.
"Chun...Yoochun..." Jaejoong panted.
Yoochun looked up at him and smirked, pulled him down so that their faces were mere centimeters apart and let his tongue stick out, swiping over Jaejoong's lips until Jaejoong let his own tongue slide against Yoochun's. They stayed that way for a moment before Jaejoong sucked on Yoochun's tongue moaning at the hand Yoochun had wrapped around his cock, stroking, pumping.
Jaejoong leaned up a little, hand wrapping in Yoochun's hair, face twisting up in pleasure as he moved his hips even more, his pleasure sucking from every extremity of his body to his cock. His mind blanked and his mouth fell open in a long cry as his body tightened, twitched, his cock painting Yoochun's stomach, the sheet beneath him, Yoochun's neck in tangy, salty release.
Yoochun groaned, flipping them over before Jaejoong had a chance to recover and think clearly, pounding into him, pushing his legs against his chest, stretching him, pushing deep, fast, rough, needing to get high, feel that pleasure that would momentarily override his doubt and make this the right thing to be doing.
Jaejoong's hands slowly tugged at Yoochun's nipples, smearing his own cum across them, and that was enough for the man thrusting into him.
Yoochun's abs were tighter than before as he roughly pounded out his orgasm inside Jaejoong's still spasming channel. He swore, hips giving a final forward press before he fell over Jaejoong's hot, slick body, the older one's legs falling to the bed.
Jaejoong stroked Yoochun's back, his touch light, loving as Yoochun breathed into his neck, lips pressing against the skin before he bit down, marking, urging that love that Jaejoong had for him to grow even more.
Jaejoong hummed and ran his hand through Yoochun's hair.
"I like body language..." Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun pulled away and stood, offering Jaejoong his hand. "Come on," he said softly. Jaejoong took his hand, standing on unsteady legs, his arms around Yoochun's waist.
Yoochun's arms slid around Jaejoong's waist as well. "You alright?"
Jaejoong's doe eyes looked up at him once again and Jaejoong got lost in Yoochun's eyes, nodding slowly. Yoochun kissed him softly and pulled him to the bathroom to shower.
Jaejoong stayed the night, waking early to pull on his clothes and leave, he knew the routine. He pulled his jeans back on, hearing Yoochun turn over in bed.
"Leaving?" Yoochun asked in a grumble.
"Yes, of course," Jaejoong said back softly.
Yoochun grunted. "Don't forget to close the door."
Jaejoong pulled his shirt on slowly and sat on the edge of the bed again, leaning down to give Yoochun a kiss, but Yoochun turned his head to the side, Jaejoong's kiss landing on his cheek.
Jaejoong felt a sharp pain stab at him and he stood, grabbing his keys and righting the overturned picture.
"Sorry, Su," he whispered, leaving the apartment and closing the door.
~
Months went by and live went on like normal, Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu were great friends, Yoochun and Junsu were the happiest couple, while Jaejoong merely dreamt of what it would be like to be in Yunho's arms again, so he could forget about Yoochun.
He was laying in bed, drifting to sleep when he felt his phone vibrate from under his pillow. He pulled it out and looked at it.
1 New Text
YOOCHUN
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THE END
Pairing: ChunJae, Yoosu
Rating: NC-17
WARNING: ANGST TO THE MAX
A/N: FOR THE LOVELY miya-aktf @ TUMBLR. OMG I WROTE A ONESHOT!
ATTENTION: this is a song fic. Please listen to "Your Love" by The Outfield.
Jaejoong looked at his phone when it vibrated.
1 New Text
YOOCHUN
Jaejoong bit his bottom lip and opened the message.
I'm lonely, come over, let's hang out.
Jaejoong looked at his computer for a moment before replying.
Where's Junsu?
He barely put his phone down when he got a reply.
Japan, promoting his musical.
Jaejoong chewed on his lip in indecision. He really shouldn't. He got another message.
I just want to talk...come stay with me...
Jaejoong could feel the pout Yoochun had on his face and sighed, letting his sister know in their chat that he was going out to be with a friend.
I'm on my way. Jaejoong messaged back.
He hated when Junsu went away, Yoochun would always message him to come over and they'd end up getting drunk and fooling around behind Junsu's back, then have to keep it a secret, swear to never tell their bandmate, Jaejoong's friend, Yoochun's boyfriend.
But Jaejoong was conflicted moreso because he found himself falling in love with Yoochun a little more each time.
Jaejoong made it to Yoochun's apartment and let himself in, knowing where to go to find the man. He went to the bedroom and looked at the shirtless form spread out on the bed.
"Hey," he said softly, putting his keys on the dresser next to a picture of Yoochun and Junsu, which he put face down, like always. He couldn't take it if Junsu's sweet, innocent eyes caught his when he was fooling around with Junsu's boyfriend.
Yoochun turned over and put his hands behind his head. "Hey," he smirked.
Jaejoong smiled small and walked over, sitting on the end of the bed. "You look sleepy, not lonely."
Yoochun sat up and slid behind him, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong's middle.
"You know the truth, Jae..." Yoochun whispered against his neck, his voice deep and viral, spreading throughout Jaejoong's body in a warm buzz.
"I know..."
Jaejoong turned his face slightly and closed his eyes when he felt Yoochun's lips press to his.
"How is this just talking..." Jaejoong questioned, turning a little more and putting his arms around Yoochun's neck.
"Body language?" Yoochun offered, pulling Jaejoong back onto the bed more and turning them so that he could hover over Jaejoong. "We're soulmates, Jae," he murmured. "That's all that matters."
Jaejoong closed his eyes and let Yoochun's hands track over his body, his thumb brush across his cheek, his lips. He captured Yoochun's thumb between his lips and sucked on it lightly, moaning when he felt Yoochun's other hand sliding under his shirt.
Jaejoong slid his own hands over Yoochun's back, gripping his shoulders and feeling the muscle there, letting Yoochun's thumb go.
"Kiss me..." Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun looked down at him and brushed blonde hair from the older one's face, leaning in slowly to nuzzle him, then press soft lips against his once again.
They kissed for a long time, touching, disrobing, stroking, tugging, feeling until Jaejoong threw his conscience out the window and begged for Yoochun to take him, claim him, mark him.
Yoochun knew Jaejoong was in love with him, that's what made this so easy. He just needed to use that love for a while, one night, he didn't want that love to go away, he needed it for times like this, times when Junsu wasn't there for him. He had to keep that love fresh.
Yoochun realized that it had been a while since they had done this. Separating from Yunho and Changmin, taking on JYJ, made times like this almost impossible to come by.
His hands shook, something telling him suddenly that he should stop, but he pushed it aside, like every other time, gently preparing Jaejoong to take him, stretching him wide with slickened fingers.
And Jaejoong was so eager for it, spread open for him, moaning and arching and fisting the sheets in his hands, erection straining, seeping onto his stomach, leaving a silvery, sticky patch of skin that Yoochun wanted to suck on, taste, engrain in his memory.
He was silent, not offering any words as he pressed his hardness into Jaejoong's receptive body, groaning at the tightness, the heat, the pressure, the friction, the forbidden sensations. It thrilled him, gave him a rush unlike any other.
Jaejoong's legs slid around him and Yoochun groaned, hips rolling, abs taught, shoulders tight, hands supporting him, a sheen of sweat starting to glisten over his skin.
Jaejoong's large eyes looked up at him, the man's mouth slack with moans outpouring, his delicate, soft fingers, sliding up Yoochun's feverishly hot, strong arms, and he swore to himself as he fell a little farther, a little harder in love with this man who was using him.
Yoochun paused for a moment and pulled Jaejoong against him, turning them over so that Jaejoong was over him, straddling, fully seated.
Jaejoong's hands went to Yoochun's chest, fingertips brushing over hard nipples with each rise and fall of his hips, each movement he made to get Yoochun's cock deeper.
Yoochun's hands went to Jaejoong's hips, guiding, urging, controlling Jaejoong's movements over him. His feet planted on the bed, knees bent as he thrust up, hard, fast, wanting to hear Jaejoong call out his name, wanting to watch Jaejoong get lost completely in pleasure.
Jaejoong looked down at him as he did cry out, his hands moved beside Yoochun's head, steadying himself as he bucked back onto Yoochun's length.
"Chun...Yoochun..." Jaejoong panted.
Yoochun looked up at him and smirked, pulled him down so that their faces were mere centimeters apart and let his tongue stick out, swiping over Jaejoong's lips until Jaejoong let his own tongue slide against Yoochun's. They stayed that way for a moment before Jaejoong sucked on Yoochun's tongue moaning at the hand Yoochun had wrapped around his cock, stroking, pumping.
Jaejoong leaned up a little, hand wrapping in Yoochun's hair, face twisting up in pleasure as he moved his hips even more, his pleasure sucking from every extremity of his body to his cock. His mind blanked and his mouth fell open in a long cry as his body tightened, twitched, his cock painting Yoochun's stomach, the sheet beneath him, Yoochun's neck in tangy, salty release.
Yoochun groaned, flipping them over before Jaejoong had a chance to recover and think clearly, pounding into him, pushing his legs against his chest, stretching him, pushing deep, fast, rough, needing to get high, feel that pleasure that would momentarily override his doubt and make this the right thing to be doing.
Jaejoong's hands slowly tugged at Yoochun's nipples, smearing his own cum across them, and that was enough for the man thrusting into him.
Yoochun's abs were tighter than before as he roughly pounded out his orgasm inside Jaejoong's still spasming channel. He swore, hips giving a final forward press before he fell over Jaejoong's hot, slick body, the older one's legs falling to the bed.
Jaejoong stroked Yoochun's back, his touch light, loving as Yoochun breathed into his neck, lips pressing against the skin before he bit down, marking, urging that love that Jaejoong had for him to grow even more.
Jaejoong hummed and ran his hand through Yoochun's hair.
"I like body language..." Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun pulled away and stood, offering Jaejoong his hand. "Come on," he said softly. Jaejoong took his hand, standing on unsteady legs, his arms around Yoochun's waist.
Yoochun's arms slid around Jaejoong's waist as well. "You alright?"
Jaejoong's doe eyes looked up at him once again and Jaejoong got lost in Yoochun's eyes, nodding slowly. Yoochun kissed him softly and pulled him to the bathroom to shower.
Jaejoong stayed the night, waking early to pull on his clothes and leave, he knew the routine. He pulled his jeans back on, hearing Yoochun turn over in bed.
"Leaving?" Yoochun asked in a grumble.
"Yes, of course," Jaejoong said back softly.
Yoochun grunted. "Don't forget to close the door."
Jaejoong pulled his shirt on slowly and sat on the edge of the bed again, leaning down to give Yoochun a kiss, but Yoochun turned his head to the side, Jaejoong's kiss landing on his cheek.
Jaejoong felt a sharp pain stab at him and he stood, grabbing his keys and righting the overturned picture.
"Sorry, Su," he whispered, leaving the apartment and closing the door.
~
Months went by and live went on like normal, Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu were great friends, Yoochun and Junsu were the happiest couple, while Jaejoong merely dreamt of what it would be like to be in Yunho's arms again, so he could forget about Yoochun.
He was laying in bed, drifting to sleep when he felt his phone vibrate from under his pillow. He pulled it out and looked at it.
1 New Text
YOOCHUN
______________________________________________________
THE END