Four Seasons
Title: 4 Seasons
Author: Sum3r
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Pairing: JaeMin
Length: One-Shot
Rating: PG - NC-17 (different than my usual stuff ^^)
Disclaimer: Pfff. As if I could own them. If I did-I’m sure Cass. would find out…and there would be no more Sum3r :D
Summary: One lifetime in 4 seasons.
[A/N]: This is what happens when you wake up late at night, turn on the comp. and start writing ^^
Four Seasons
{It begins with Spring....}
“I wansh the red crayon!”
“No! Ish mine!”
“Now, now, Changmin, be nice and give the crayon to Jaejoong. Jaejoong, ask Changmin by saying the word ‘please.’”
Jaejoong turned his head away, puffing out his cheeks as he gripped his unfinished drawing. Changmin was sitting on the floor, legs spread wide as he was bent over, scribbling away with the red crayon.
“Pwease.” Jaejoong turned back to Changmin, sitting down near him as he said the word, whispering it to the other boy.
“Okies.” Changmin handed the crayon to Jaejoong without hesitation, dropping it to the outstretched hand, wanting a friend to sit by him, near him.
“See? Now that wasn’t hard, was it?” The pre-school teacher smiled at the two younger boys before walking towards the other children. The boys continued to scribble, a conversation starting as they drew on the blank pieces of paper.
“Jae, baby, time to go home.” Jaejoong’s mother pulled JaeJoong up by his arm, clutching his hand as she steered him away from Changmin and to the exit. “Wait mommy, wait!” Turning his head around to look at the boy sitting alone with the red crayon, Jaejoong slipped his hand away from his mother and ran back.
Changmin looked up, wide-eyed as he saw Jaejooong back again. Sticking his pinky out, Jaejoong said, “Pwomise you are going to be here tomorahrow?” Changmin smiled, hooking his pinky in with the other boy’s as he said happily, “Pwomise.”
{It moves on with the summer....}
“H-harder….!” Jaejoong covered Changmin’s mouth with his hand, stifling the loud moans escaping from the other boy as he slammed into his body. Tugging on the other boy’s length, Jaejoong panted against Changmin’s ears, the bodies slick with sweat as the repeatedly rocked the body, the headboard shaking to every thrust.
“J-j-jae…oh God Jae….JAE!” Changmin clenched his stomach as he felt Jaejoong’s hard cock sliding in and out of him in a fast pace, the feelings driving him insane as he buckled into Jaejoong’s hands, groaning ever so often.
“C-can’t…let…ahhhh….t-the….” Jaejoong tried to speak, Chagmin’s legs wrapped around his waist tightly as he fucked the other boy on the bed, the sheets tangled up with bodies as he drove in his cock deeper, hitting Changmin’s spot with each thrust.
“t-the…dorm….g-guard…find….ahhhhh…o-out….” He knew it was a sin to take the another boy in his room, a sin to take him on his bed, to fuck him until he could no longer walk, could no longer talk. He gripped Changmin’s waist tighter, letting go of the other boy’s length as he pushed in deeper, Changmin’s loud moan letting him know the result.
“I-I…cu-cumming…” Changmin tried to whisper, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself release, Jaejoong’s release not long after, as Changmin jerked, shaking as he felt Jae’s cum.
He arched his back at the end, falling down as Jaejoong kissed Changmin’s lips hungrily, the tongues meeting as Changmin sucked on Jaejoong’s mouth, the heat continuing to burn his body.
“I heard…that you were going back home for Summer break so….” Jaejoong held Changmin, explaining to the other boy was he came in after it was so late, why he wanted him at this particular moment in time.
“….so you decided to come and just take me?” Changmin smiled, wincing slightly as he moved his body closer to Jaejoong’s, knowing there might be a more than a few share of bite marks on his body.
“Yea…pretty much.” Changmin shook his head, a smile still on his face as he closed his eyes, knowing that Jaejoong’s 18th birthday was coming up and that he was scared to leave Changmin behind, scared to let him go and purse his career. But Changmin knew that somehow, they’ll be together, and he slept peacefully with that thought on his mind.
{It continues with Fall....}
‘When are you coming home?’ Changmin chuckled at the text message, closing his cell phone as he waited for the clock to strike seven, so that he could go home to his lover, go home to his husband.
Turning his head towards the clock, he grinned when he saw the familiar hands on the clock, shutting his computer down immediately. Grabbing his suitcase, Changmin stuffed in his papers, get his working card out from his pocket.
“Going home already?” Changmin nodded, swiping his card as he punched out, glancing back at his manager as he bowed. “Someone’s waiting home for me.”
“Lucky bastard…” he heard his manager mummer, as Changmin raced outside of the company, reaching the parking lot where he left his car. Only a regular salary man, Changmin knew he could be no happier. He quickly sped through the streets, reaching his house, their house, in a matter of mere minutes.
Unlocking the front door, Changmin flicked open the lights, but none came. Eyebrows furrowing, Cahngmin walked towards the living room, towards the kitchen. As he stepped in, a gasp escaped his lips, as he stared at what lay before him.
The dinning table was covered with candles, so many that they lit the entire kitchen, as the room was covered in balloons, streamers of red and pink, heart-shaped boxers covering the floor. In the midst of it all, stood Jaejoong, an exultant smile on his face.
“Happy Valentines Day Changmin!” Changmin stepped into the kitchen, his arms open as Jaejoong ran into them, a whisper into the other man’s ear. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
Changmin chuckled softly. “Of course not,” he said, slipping his hand into the pocket as he pushed the box into Jaejoong’s chest. “Open it later…”
“Later?” Jaejoong said playfully, his eyes sparking, his face un-aged, regardless of the fact that he was 28, that he owned his own fashion boutique.
“Yes…because right now-” Continuing to hold Jaejoong into his arms, Changmin walked them towards the cake, holding the other boy’s hands as he swiped one of Jaejoong’s fingers into the cake, then quickly sliding it into his mouth.
“-I want some cake.” Jaejoong laughed in his arms, the promise of what would happen later on tonight left in the air as he pushed Changmin into the chair, sitting on top of the other boy.
Pouting, he took another swipe of the cake, sliding his finger into Changmin’s mouth. “I wanted you to take off today…” Changmin lapped his tongue around Jaejoong’s finger, sucking on the icing.
“I know, baby, and I’ll make it up to you…”
“Promise?” Jaejoong said, his eyes never leaving Changmin’s.
“Promise.”
{It follows with winter....}
“DADDY! HE PUSHED ME!” Joo-Eun’s voice was heard throughout the house as she pushed her brother, Ha-Neul, back into the closet.
“Yuri!” Jaejoong’s voice called out over the blender, his focus on the fruits he had just cut laying on the cutting board. “Help your sister!”
“Fine!” Yuri’s voice called back, the 14 year old girl rushing into her little sister’s bedroom.
Jaejoong sighed as he slid more fruits back into the blender, checking the stove to make sure the food wasn’t burning. He felt an arm sliding around his waist as he leaned back with another drawn out sigh.
“Sometimes I wonder if they’ll ever grow up.” Changmin laughed softly over Jaejoong’s head, pulling him close.
“We have three children, Jaejoong, I doubt they’ll ever grow up.” Jaejoong smiled, knowing he would be hearing the ear-splitting scream soon.
“DADDY!!!” Jaejoong turned around, catching Changmin’s eyes. “Don’t look at me, it’s always you she calls out for.” Changmin reached for the grapes, popping into his mouth as he stared outside the snowy window. Jaejoong took the spoon, smacking Changmin’s arm as he walked towards his youngest daughter’s room. Changmin rubbed his arm, knowing he’d get back at Jaejoong later.
Stretching out his back, Changmin opened his mouth to let loose a yawn, beginning to feel his age. Listening to the shouts between his husband and his children, Changmin smiled, content as he lived his each day of life. His eldest daughter had just entered High School, something as a father he had to take time to get used to. But he knew that since Jaejoong would be with him, that they would be together, he would be ready for anything. Even two daughters and a son.
{It begins anew with Spring....}
Yuri placed the purple phloxes on the graves, sitting down on her knees as he clasped her hands together and prayed. It was slightly windy, the trees swaying with the wind as Yuri slowly opened up her eyes, cheeks dampening as the tears fell.
“Mama?” said her 7 year old son, staring at her as she knelt on the ground, crying. Standing up, Yuri brushed the dirt off her knees, wiping her tears the back of her hands.
“Your grandparents, Yoo-chun, they were your grandparents. They took in three orphaned children with no homes and gave them a life. Gave them love.” Turning her head towards the cottage, Yuri smiled fondly, remembering the times she saw both her fathers in the garden, Jaejoong hovering protectively in front of the tulips as Changmin pointed to the book, an incredulous look on his face as he showed him different types of fertilizer.
She remembered the times when she tried to give Changmin his walking stick, but he waved her off, leaning against Jaejoong for support. She remembered the times Jaejoong bickered with Changmin for hours on end, yet as she opened the door, they would be seen sleeping silently on the swing, sharing one blanket, the full cup of hot chocolate in between.
Taking out the tissue to wipe her water-filled eyes, Yuri grabbed her son’s hands, walking towards the cottage. It had been Changmin’s idea, to get a small house near the forest. Jaejoong had been against it at first, but seeing it for the first time, he could barely say no.
Yuri placed her hand on the wall, brushing aside the ivy that grew all over, encasing the windows, the doors.
She looked down at her son.
“One day, Yoo-chun, I hope you find your love story, as they have found theirs, as I have found mine. But this, I will tell you theirs another day, when you’re old enough. Because I believe their story should never be forgotten.”
{And it begins all over again....}
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[A/N]: ......i have BoY to write, For You to finish, homework to do, French to study for...and yet, i'm writing. Again. I think it's getting to me XD
Any thoughts/Feelings? ^^