I just want to fuck you - 2/3

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Title: I just want to fuck you
Length: tripleshot
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17
Genre: sex, romance, slight humor
Summary: Yunho's getting married but that's not the most important thing for him. Good thing a promiscuous waiter named Jaejoong isn't bothered by things like morals and boundaries.
Part 1


The knock on the door was loud but it barely went through the wood before Jaejoong pulled it open and pulled him in. They stood for a moment at arms length, basking in each other and taking in how they looked outside of the assigned wardrobe of their restaurant affairs. Jaejoong, now in nothing but a plunging v-neck white cotton tee and blue pajama bottoms, glowed even brighter out from under the harsh ash tinted fluorescent lights of his work place. In return, Jaejoong shook his head at him and clicked his tongue. "Still in a suit?" he mouthed.

"I dress to impress," Yunho leered as he held out his arms to show off his well fitting dress shirt and slacks.

"I would be more impressed if you had nothing on," Jaejoong ran his hands over the other's raised arms and slowly lowered them back to his sides.

Even with their faces almost brushing Yunho couldn't help but joke around. "Is that the nicest invitation I'n going to get out of you all night?"

Jaejoong chuckled, if only to satisfy the man, then leaned forward into him and kissed the open mouthed smile from his face. He pulled him closer by the grip on his arms and Yunho was all too happy to lick and nip at Jaejoong's mouth in a slow languid lock. The boy broke away first, pulling back just to get the air that was stolen from him. When he looked up at Yunho his eyes were glossy and dilated with a shear layer of desire amplifying his already raven black eyes. Yunho lifted his hands between Jaejoong's and touched his pale face, stroking his cheekbones with his fingertips and dreading if they would break as easily as the China doll they resembled. But before Yunho could speak or swoop down for another kiss Jaejoong pulled back. He took a few steps backwards, a shy smile on his face, then turned and motioned the man to follow him.

They went into the kitchen, a surprisingly spacious and neat room for an apartment. He lead right into the middle of the tiled floor then turned on his heals with a brilliant smile. "Would you like anything this evening, Sir?" Jaejoong put on his hollow waiter voice but in his own home it seemed even more plastic.

Yunho shook his head and stepped up to him. "There is only one thing I would like to eat right now and it is not on the menu, I'm afraid."

The blonde sighed through a smile and sidestepped Yunho's best attempt at touching him. "We have whiskey though, Sir. Isn't that one of your favorites?" He reached up in a cabinet and brought down a dark brown square bottle along with two brilliant glasses. He placed them down on the counter and stroked the neck of the bottle lightly, his fingertips staining the glass only for a moment. Whether he was contemplating the drink or something else Yunho didn't figure to ask. He stepped up to the blonde's shapely back and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"So thin," the business man muttered as he laid his head on the boy's shoulder.

The other ducked his head lightly. "Your collar is tickling my neck," he giggled.

Yunho pulled away and unbuttoned the fist few of his shirt and pressed his now exposed neck back onto Jaejoong's hair. "Sorry, it's the job, you get used to it." He contemplated for a moment as he breathed in the scent of the waiter's hair. "You know that though, you wear a bow in the restaurant. It looks much cuter than my tie though."

"I haven't been working there long enough, it's till itchy, and not cute," he whispered huskily into his cheek. Yunho breathed out a soft question into his hair and Jaejoong spoke just to stop his shiver. "I was in university until last year studying psychology." Then he rolled his hips, pressing his ass as hard as he could against Yunho's warm, tented pants, "But you can't do much with a degree like that."

Through a moan Yunho breathed back, "so my babe is a shrink." He tightened the grip he had on the smaller's waist, squeezed him once then laxed his grip.

"Trained psychologist is what I prefer " he all but growled out then turned his face back to the counter top. "I majored in behavioral studies and interpretation of emotions. I like to know what people are thinking just by looking at them." He poured the two glasses full of whiskey then downed his shot in one gulp. He clinked it down on the table besides Yunho's still full one. The business man didn't reach for the glass even when Jaejoong motioned towards it. That made the blonde snarl in slight annoyance but a glint of laughter rolled behind it. Jaejoong lifted the glass over his shoulder to Yunho's tightly pressed lips and offered it to him with a trained smile. He drank it with a long gulp and bobbing Adam's apple, then let go of the glass with a loud slick as he licked the last drops off the rim. He watched Jaejoong look back at him with unabashed desire.

"What am I thinking, babe?" Yunho rasped with still wet lips.

"You're thinking about the quickest way to get me to lay down, daddy, and how much you want that pleasure," Jaejoong cooed back, emphasizing the word pleasure with a roll of his tailbone.

Yunho smirked at how right the boy was, but it was obvious his head was proving a folly prison for holding in his desire. His hard on pressed painfully against his zipper and the man impulsively pushed Jaejoong a little closer to the counter in an attempt to get more of his shapely ass around his dick. "Gods, so good," Yunho groaned out through heavy breaths as he responded to the ministrations with sharp jerky thrusts. He hit him in a rhythmed pace but that was getting harder and harder to keep each time he meet his full, willing ass that was pressing back down on him. "I really want to fuck you right now," Yunho hissed into the shell of the boy's ear, "please babe?"

Jaejoong, rolling his head limply on his shoulder and reveling in the way the business man felt pressed against him, growled back, "anything you want, daddy."

Yunho growled long and deep. He fisted the hem of Jaejoong's shirt and lifted it to the bottom of his ribcage. He slipped his fingers under it and ran them along his skin then pressed them into his back, making him bend back over the counter and inch. When he moaned and spread his arms to catch himself Yunho could feel the sound from where his lips were pressed at the base of his blonde hair.

Once, twice more Yunho beat against Jaejoong's clothed ass before the boy lifted his hands up weakly and locked his gaze. "I'm reaching my limit on dry humping here." The business man had to stifle a laugh at how much the other looked like an angry cat. And though it was very cute the parted red lips formed into a pout and the thin veil of sweat breaking at his brow turned him on more than anything.

"Then do you want me to take you right here on the counter," he paused his sentence with a kiss to the boy's jaw bone, "or do you want me to stain your bed?"

"We will have plenty of time to stain my damn bed- I need you right now!" Yunho's low laughter was cut off by Jaejoong's fierce kiss. He tangled his fingers in the dark caramel hair and caressed their softness before he dragged his hand down to the still buttoned collar of Yunho's shirt. The man groaned into the kiss as Jaejoong's skilled fingers popped off the buttons one by one until he was half way down his chest. Each inch of skin that slid out of the shirt was insinuated by a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Yunho wondered how Jaejoong could possibly be that good but hid it behind his own needy squeezing of the boy's waist and returning his messy kisses.

When Jaejoong's hand brushed against his navel, the taller man moaned deep in his throat then broke the kiss. "I need to get you out of this damn shirt!" the waiter hissed with a small laugh and a smirk that grew as his other hand sped up the shedding and within the moment the man's shirt dropped to the floor. Jaejoong drew in a breath, taking in the business man's unexpectedly chiseled body. He slid his hands up the taut stomach and over his thick shoulders then raked his nails down his hard chest in time with his exhaling. "Damn, cubical monkey," he gasped.

Yunho took the other's shock as a chance to catch the upper hand. He locked his arms around the swell of the waiter's ass and hoisted him onto the counter. "I dance," he whispered shortly before kissing the boy's neck, "or used to, now it's just a hobby."

"Ah," Jaejoong moaned as he rolled his head onto his shoulders to present more of his then rolled his body in the other's embrace it felt so damn good. "Dancers are always good fucks," he lightly commented.

Yunho went ridged. Grabbing roughly at Jaejoong's jaw, he made him face him so he could claim his lips in anther bristling kiss. His other hand slid down to the boy's pajama bottoms and pushed them off in an easy swipe. Jaejoong was all to happy to kick them away. Then he slid off his own shirt and threw it after them. Taking a fistful of the blonde's hair in hand, Yunho pulled his head back so he could rake his eyes over the shamelessly displayed naked body. His hand instantly lifted from Jaejoong's hips to touch his flat stomach, gasping with low delight as he felt the soft skin on hard muscle, before sliding his hand back on to his skinny waist.

"Crunches," Jaejoong spoke up, reading the question on his mind, "sorry I'm not as interesting as a dancer." He spoke to the ceiling because Yunho was still gripping his hair.

The man buried his nose below Jaejoong's adam's apple and laughed. "Maybe I could show you a few moves then, huh babe?"

The waiter laughed like Yunho knew he would and replied, "please, daddy, teach me everything you know." Yunho let out a combination of a strangled groan and a short chuckle. He kissed the flawless skin of the others neck once more before letting them go. His hand slid out of the blonde hair and down to yank at the boys arm, making him fall back flush against the wall behind him and lift up his hips to meet Yunho's.

"There you go," the man growled as he dragged the hand that was on his waist to his inner thigh, "you are doing so well."

"Thank you," Jaejoong managed out before he broke off into a deep moan when Yunho's long skilled fingers cupped his balls. He squeezed the sack teasingly, loving the way it made the boy gasp and call out. Not lingering on anything, Yunho slid his fingertips up his swollen balls to his hard shaft. It pulsed and twitched from the feather light touches. Jaejoong growled, his hips pulling away from the hand as he tried to arch into the touch. "Don't fucking tease me!" he demanded.

The business man laughed at his desperation  With his body writhing under his touch, Yunho felt a sense of control he had never expected to want. He wrapped his hand around the hard shaft and pumped it slowly and steadily. Escalating unwitheld moans curling out from Jaejoong's parted lips accompanied him as he sped up his pace. He pumped the blonde's cock faster and tighter and his smile grew wider as he saw the other getting closer. Felt it in the swelling of his cock. The waiter's breath hitched and he wined out only one gruff syllable of the chestnut haired man's name, "Yunh-ah! God I'm so close!"

Yunho fisted the bottom of his cock, watching as it dripped it's precum onto the man's shallowly jumping stomach. "Shh, babe. Hold it for a bit, hum? I wanna fuck you in your bed first." He breathed out a laugh then leaned into Jaejoong's ear. "Maybe later I can fuck you over your counter." The gruffness of his voice was a promise more than anything.

He stood up straight and lifted the other from the counter by his waist. Leading the waiter by his hand they went out of the kitchen and up the stairs in the living room. Yunho smiled as they trudged along, pulling Jaejoong closer to him so that the boy's naked front brushed up against him with every tired step they took.

Jaejoong's body, already so sensitive because of the anticlimactic hand job he was given, was reaching it's boiling point. His inner thighs and stomach were touching Yunho too much for comfort, and his dick barely brushed the skin of the back of his leg like a torturous feather tip. The grip he hand on Yunho's hand tighten and he pulled him to a complete stop at the center of the stairs. He locked his questioning gaze with a deep, lustful glare as he shoved him up against the wall. "I'm sorry, daddy," he whimpered to the man, "but I'm just so... horny!" the sentence was exclaimed with a hungry kiss. Sloppy and fast, their lips parted then closed again and again as they made themselves more wet. Jaejoong felt the man's hands slip up his body and he was all to happy to lean into the wandering touches to show just how needy he had become. When Jaejoong's fingers ran over his skin and brushed over his hard cock, almost curved in a crescent with it's tip dripping all over the pale skin around it, Yunho's usual control wavered and he snapped into a demand for domination.

The business man grabbed the boy and spun him around to face the wall. He pressed the boy's face down on the smooth white paint by a rough hand bracing the nape of his neck. His other hand ran down the expanse of the lithe body now stretched out under him. He slipped his fingers into the crack of his ass and raked his long digits over his pulsating opening. "Yunho," Jaejoong groaned out in a deep plea. His eyes slid shut and his hands went up to press against the wall on either side of his face in an unconscious attempt to hide his blushing cheeks, and so his fingers were within reach of his sinful empty lips.

"Is this what you want?" the taller man huskily asked into the blonde's ear. "You want me to fuck you against your wall? On the stairs?" He angled his hips so his cock would slide between the boy's ass cheeks as he held them open. He ground his cock up and down Jaejoong's hole as it begged with it's tight clenching to be filled. "With no prep, or lube? Just my cock fucking this ass until you can't stand. Then I drop you on the floor and take you wet and sore on the stairs, hum?"

"Yes, Yunho," Jaejoong didn't wait for a heart beat to skip between them. He turned and glared down the taller man from under his black eyelashes. "Yes, fuck me."

The business felt a pressure caught in his throat, and as he tried to gasp out a word he felt him numb tongue try and choke him. In a feigned excuse for refusing the offer, Yunho tore his eyes from Jaejoong's and laughed at the boy. "You are so bad, babe," he whips out through a chuckle. Jaejoong bites back a snarl as he pushes himself off the wall and turns to Yunho with frustration in his eyes. But before he can say anything to mount his anger, Yunho scoops the map up in his arms and lifts him from the stairs. Jaejoong hollers and kicks his legs up but that doesn't stop Yunho from easily walking the rest of the way upstairs, and laughing the whole way.

When they reach the top of the staircase Yunho lets Jaejoong go and his feet hit the carpet hard. He steadies himself with the first door in the hallway for barely a second before shoving it open and stumbling into the warm low light glow of his bed room. Yunho is following a step behind. He registers the black interior of the room and the orange glow of the old light bulbs from the bedside lamps for a second before Jaejoong grabs his neck and slams their lips together again. Jaejoong's hand hold fast on the back of his neck as they both attempt to walk over to the bed in the middle of the room. They tumble almost painfully onto the bed sheets. Yunho's breaks away and tried to drag himself and Jaejoong, who is still clutching on to his neck and nuzzling into his cheeks, up to the headboard. Gasping filled the room as they both positioned themselves so Jaejoong is laid out in between Yunho's spread legs and just barely stretching his laxed neck up to kiss at his jaw line. The business man ran his hands trough Jaejoong's platinum locks as he looked around the bedroom.

"I need some lube, babe," the movement of his jaw made Jaejoong sigh and lay his head against his chest. "And a condom, if it's not to much."

"The bedside table," he sighed with a flick of his wrist towards the black painted wood end table. Yunho didn't have to ask to know that Jaejoong wasn't moving so he just stretched as best he could and opened the drawer with his fingertips. He scooped out a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms that was thankfully laying just on top of it. He groaned as he tossed them onto the small of Jaejoong's back, making the smaller man squeak in question

"I'm not going to comment about the dildo in there," Yunho joked as he watch the other twist to pick the lube and condoms up. "Why is it black though?" he smirked as the other chuckled.

Jaejoong looked up at Yunho and shrugged lightly, "maybe I'll tell you later, hum?" He ripped one condom off the strip and slithered down the dancer's taught leg muscles to tease the bright red knob of his dick with it. Yunho's breath hitched and his hips bucked as the blonde rolled the condom down over his dick. Kisses down the hard shaft followed the rubber as it finally snapped around the base of the cock. Jaejoong lifted his head back up and took it in his mouth, bobbing up and down and sucking and wetting the clothed dick until he let go with a slick sounding pop.

He fisted the base and pumped it, riveting in the way Yunho threw his head back with a groan, and bit the slit with his plumped lips. "I want this inside me," he whimpered, letting his cheek slide against the wet, hot flesh.

Yunho's eyes went black and the last of his blood rushed down to his cock, making it jump against the blonde's face. The business man lunged forward and grabbed the other man's shoulders, lifting him from his lap and turning him to lay stomach down on the bed. Jaejoong let out an excited yip as he propped himself up on his elbows and smirked at Yunho. He watched the man scuffle around for the lube at his feet and then open the cap and completely moist his fingers in the tick liquid. He slipped his fingers into the crack of Jaejoong's ass and slicked his opening with the dripping lube. His middle finger pressed into the ring of muscles and breached it almost without pressure. He chuckled as he easily thrusted the digit in and out, Jaejoong's whimpers low as he rocked his ass along with the motions. "I'm not going to be slow about this," Yunho warned as he slipped his index finger in along side his middle finger. Jaejoong's breath hitched once before he returned to smirking. "I have a feeling your hole hasn't been tight in a long time," Yunho taunted as he scissored his fingers.

"Oh, daddy, you know me," the blonde buried his face in the side of his arm and took the third finger like a pro, "I can be as tight as I want to be." He emphasized with a clenching of his ass hole that made Yunho's fingers stop working their way inside him dead cold. "Experience and all that..."

Yunho pulled his fingers roughly out of the other's ass then with a sour scowl and a long groan he rammed his cock inside the smaller man in a rough thrust. Jaejoong's head flew up and his body shivered and went rigged from the unexpected intrusion, but his high whimpers quickly turned into satisfied moans and pleads for more. Yunho indulges him with quick thrusts, not letting the man have any room to breathe. The business man falls forward on Jaejoong's crumpled and twisting back. He lifts himself with his fists on either side of Jaejoong's head and pounds into the other's ass as hard as his muscles allow. Screams mixed with moans singing only pleasure poured from Jaejoong's bruised lips like water. He clenched the black sheets tight in his hands and looked with half lidded lazy eyes as Yunho's arms bracing him had veins popping out from under the deliciously tanned skin. Yunho pushed Jaejoong's ass higher into the air with one overly power thrust and the boy all but broke in half when a yell ripped from his throat and he convulsed erotically under Yunho. "There!" he demanded the man to keep hitting him as hard as he could.

A smile tried to break out on Yunho's face but he was too taughtly pulled from his focus on tearing into Jaejoong that he only laughed once lightly, and even then it was drowned out by a lowly drawled out moan. With the blonde almost so in pleasure he has lost control of himself under him Yunho's ego was stroked harder than his dick. In an overzealous sweep of demanding dominance, Yunho stops his thrusts for a second to wrap one of his arms around Jaejoong's knees and folds them in a crouching position against his chest, and his other arm braces the boy around his shoulders, then lifted the waiter off the bed. Jaejoong's mind blackens out in a shower of fireworks as his voice lurches as loud as it can with unstrung strings of curses and calls of the other's name. His hands twitching on his stomach where Yunho has them pinned down because he really wants to jack himself off, but he doesn't need to. The power coiling off the man in waves and the way his arms are linked around his body like steal pipes, and how his body is suspended from the bed feeling nothing but Yunho's sweat mixing into his and Yunho's heat burning his sensitive flesh and Yunho's skin slapping his raw as he abuses his hole is enough to drive the blonde over the edge and down into the jagged rocks below.

"Cum for me," Yunho positively growls into the mop of Jaejoong's hair, the strain of the position evident in his husky voice but that only made it more attractive, "without me even touching your worthless cock- cum for me right now!" And Jaejoong does. Letting out streams of cum over his folded legs and stomach, with shivers held down by Yunho's arms and moans drawn out like notes in a song, he cums when Yunho tells him to.

A second later Yunho drops them back onto the bed, buries himself as deep as his dick would go into Jaejoong, and with a quick jerk of his hips fills the tip of the condom with his own release. He slides out and with shaky limbs gets up on the back of his heels. He pulls of the condom off and throws it somewhere on the floor.

Still laying down, Jaejoong is trying to even out his breath and blink his eyes enough times so they stop seeing everything as a blur. "Ahhh," he cries when it doesn't work, and stretches his arms up. Yunho grabs his elbows and pulls him back into his chest. "Yun-ya," Jaejoong addresses as he makes himself comfortable and kicked his feet out to tangle in Yunho's longer ones, "what the hell was that?"

Yunho is shocked by the bluntness of the question, his eyes bugging wide, before he tried to brush it off with a low chuckle. "Well, Jaejoongie," his cute voice stuttered as he tried to think about what he wanted to say. "I...," his hand absentmindedly came up along Jaejoong's waist and cupped the bone there in a sturdy almost protective manner. "I just wanted to fuck you... really hard."

The waiter lifted his head from the other's neck and smirked. A small tinge of longing and softness graced his wide black eyes as he watched Yunho for a second so long it felt as though he could see his bones shake under his skin, before the man smiled and turned his blonde hair back down. He landed a playful slap on Yunho's stomach and chuckled lightly. "At least your honest," he whispered through his laughter. His fingers flexed over Yunho's stomach in a gentle caress, something so vulnerable feeling that Yunho wasn't even sure it was actually happening.
"Jae...," he started but the words caught on his lips. He swallowed thickly, pleading with himself to open back up his mouth. "Jaejoongie...," he drawled again, but the smaller man made his words all but die unspoken as Jaejoong picked himself up with the hand on Yunho's stomach and swung his legs over him to straddle his hips.

One finger was held up to Yunho's lips in a shushing motion. The lithe digit did it's job in keeping the lips closed, before the tip crooked and pressed into the plump lower lip seeking entrance. Yunho gladly opened his mouth and let the finger slide in so he could wrap his tongue around it. Jaejoong watched with a satisfied smirk. "I don't like it when you talk that way, daddy. It makes me feel like I did something bad."

"Ugh," Yunho groaned as he pulled at Jaejoong's wrist and made his finger come out with a wet pop. "Everything you do is fucking bad, babe," he growled the pet name and his burning eyes matched the thunderous rumble in his chest. Jaejoong just looked down at him for a moment, taking in the need and the vehement of the man, trying to remember the last time he had someone like this in his bed and drawing only blank pages. The thought made his cock pull taught against his stomach muscles and his ass quiver as he felt Yunho's own hard cock twitch and leak against his inner thigh. Jaejoong snatched his wrist away from Yunho's grip and slapped the man's cheek with his open palm as hard as he could. Just as he had hoped, Yunho's head barely turned from the impact. His wide, beautiful eyes stayed trained on Jaejoong like his life depended on it. The blonde caressed his cheek as it quickly started to burn red hot from the slap.

"Fuck me," he demanded, and Yunho wrapped his arms around him and slipped his fully hard cock into Jaejoong's still wet and stretched hole. The condoms lay forgotten at the end of the bed as Yunho tried to focus on making sure Jaejoong couldn't walk in the morning, and Jaejoong focused on making sure Yunho didn't let him.

They went as long as they could and that stretched well into the night. The condoms were eventually picked back up and the lube was lathered over Jaejoong's ass so that the bottle ran dry. They passed out in each other's arms. With a dirty sheet pulled only half way over them it was hardly romantic, but it was enough to make Yunho's heart swell as Jaejoong laid against his chest breathing thick and heavy and the business man was allowed to play with his pretty hair.

By the time they woke up Yunho could taste that it was already noon. He groaned lowly at the bad taste in his mouth and moved to sit up even though his ab and leg muscles were screaming at him to stay still. The thing that kept him on the bed was the dead weight of Jaejoong still laying across his chest. Contentment bubbled up inside Yunho and he settled back down under the boy, smiling wide and wrapping his slender frame in a tighter embrace. The movement made Jaejoong stir in his sleep. He pouted his still swollen cherry lips and squinted his eyes cutely before slowly sliding them open and looking up at the clouded face of the business man. "You look like a kitten just waking up," Yunho whispered in a low sleepy voice that Jaejoong almost shuttered at.

"Ah," Jaejoong opened his mouth and exhaled deeply, "what are you still doing here?" Yunho was shocked by the question. He furrowed his eyebrows and stilled his fingers in Jaejoong's hair as he tried to think about what would happen if he asked for an explanation  but decided to shake it off with a smile.

"Well, I couldn't very well leave with you laying on top of me looking so cute, could I?" he tried to lighten his own souring mood. "And my legs hurt, you know? From screwing you all night long."

Jaejoong laughed in his deep morning voice. He tightened his fists on Yunho's torso and buried his smile into the side of his rib cage. Yunho flexed his fingers into the other's scalp and smiled lightly as he watched his shoulders shake from the muffled laughter only barely caught by his ears. Sighing out the last high breath, Jaejoong lifted his head and raised himself to Yunho's face. The business man didn't wait a second for him to speak before he caught his lips in a voracious kiss. They sunk into each other as they kissed. Their lips moved in a passionate ease that felt so natural and their arms lazily reached out for the other's body. Yunho wrapped his arm's around Jaejoong's thin waist and pulled him up so the waiter could lock his arm's around Yunho's neck, fisting the chestnut hair as he pushed him deeper into the kiss. When they kissed it was for lack of oxygen not for lack of want, and they both had to stop themselves before delving back in for another one. Jaejoong nuzzled his face into Yunho's bangs as he caught his breath. "So good," he whispered absentmindedly and from where Yunho was trailing kisses along the blonde's strong jaw he broke a smile.

Yunho locked his arm's tight against the other's waist and rolled over onto him. Jaejoong giggled as the taller man climbed atop him and kissed him down into the pillow. Their hands trailed up along each other's back and ripped into the skin with soothing strokes and loving touches. Yunho's hands cupped Jaejoong's ass and was surprised to find that while his hole was dry it was still stretched beautifully. One of his fingers slipped in and Yunho smirked at the blonde's squirming squeal. "Yun-" he muttered into the other's lips. His hands stilled on the man's well sculpted shoulders and pushed the dancer ever so roughly. "Yun, not right now!" As soon as the command was shouted into his cheek Yunho slipped his finger out and raised his hands innocently to Jaejoong's hips.

They both pulled and inch back and looked at the other's face, trying to read anything there they could, but before Yunho could understand the man he broke out into another gorgeous smile. "I'm hungry," Jaejoong announced, "do you know how to cook?"

Yunho watched him speak with a dumbfounded expression before screwing up his face into a sour wince and laughing as loudly as he could. Jaejoong's smile widened as the business man hid his face into his neck. "I know how to make some stuff," Yunho admitted with a small voice, "but I might burn it."

"Tell you what," Jaejoong pulled the back of Yunho's hair so he faced him again and then cupped his puffed out cheeks. "If you don't burn my breakfast, I'll let you screw me in the kitchen."

With an anxious agreement and an almost childlike scramble out of bed, Yunho went downstairs and began fiddling through the kitchen. Jaejoong watched him go in amusement before getting up with a drawn out sigh and locking himself in the bathroom to clean up. He took the shortest shower he could, scrubbing his ass well enough, and stepped downstairs with his lips pursed in a questioning mug. Yunho was standing in front of his stove, Jaejoong's long black apron tied around his waist and showing off his wonderfully toned ass and his back muscles flexing in concentration. Jaejoong could feel then that it was all too good. The way Yunho looked at him spoke volumes about the crush that was painted in his pretty eyes. He knew he was in trouble and that the head strong man had no intention of being a small part of Jaejoong's life any longer, he wouldn't stand for being a customer. But a crush was just that, an infatuation that lasted only a few months. Soon Yunho would move on, he was smart and successful, he would know to leave the dead tings where they lay. From were he was white knuckling the wall Jaejoong took a shaky, bitter breath and painted on his waiter smile.

Stir fried rice and vegetables was made and it was not burnt, but actually very good. Jaejoong kept his word and let the business man fuck him over the kitchen counter. They melted together and shouted and scream as they stained the marble an off white with their cum, but afterwards Yunho tripped over his pants and frowned as he looked at the phone beeping missed calls in his pocket. The goodbye wasn't as long as Yunho would have liked, but Jaejoong seemed unbothered by it. He lead him to the door and ushered him out with perfect ease. Like he had done in the restaurant, like he had done with so many patrons before Yunho. Experience and all that. When Yunho kissed him he kept his mouth closed and it wasn't a heartbeat after that he closed his door too.

For the rest of the day Yunho felt like he had looking at the closed door. A hollowed out sort of used feeling that crawled under his skin and made the back of his neck itch where Jaejoong's fingers had been laced. His fiance was perfectly fine with him trudging home at noon and didn't notice a single thing even though he could feel it written in black marker all over his face.

He showered and disappeared into his bedroom. The lights were kept off as he crawled into the cold bed sheets. His whole body was itching now and he dug his nails into his pillow. His memories were so good it felt like nothing more than a gossamer dream. But the more he thought about it the more it wasn't a dream. It felt like he had preformed in a play, a romance, where he held Jaejoong close and kissed him for the world to see but as he pulled away the boy looked up and scolded him for not kissing hard enough. Then the curtains were drawn and the stage went black and Jaejoong's face, once shined like glass in the sun, melted into it. Yunho opened his eyes and almost screamed when he realized everything around him was darkness as well and he couldn't see anything no matter how wide he ripped them open.

A phone rang and his fiance woke him with a sorry smile. His work called him in and he went. The whole day he thought of nothing but the boy and how these feelings were crippling him so quickly. He promised himself to talk to the boy, what about he didn't know if he could put it into words, but he knew he had to.
After work he buttoned his suit jacket and fixed his tie and found himself in front of the restaurant. The ugly interior was the same and the woman standing at the counter greeted him with a trained familiarity. He was about to ask for one seat beside the kitchen but out of the corner of his eye he saw a mop of neatly combed blonde hair and instead excused himself saying he was to meet someone. Jaejoong saw him coming and quickly ended the conversation he was having with another waiter. He was at the bar and quickly pressed himself into the wall as Yunho reached him and hid him away from view with his broad and tense shoulders.

"Yunho," Jaejoong greeted with a smile, "I'm working. What are you doing here?"

The soft tone of his voice and beautiful smile didn't match the blunt question spiked with annoyance. Then Yunho finally pieced it together that Jaejoong was not happy to see him. He wasn't happy to see him when he woke up that day or when he went into his kitchen and especially not right now. Yunho balled his fists at his sides as he felt his blood boil up to his tear ducts.

"Jaejoong, what the hell are you doing?" Yunho shouted in a rushed whisper.

The waiter looked taken aback. "What am I doing?" he read back.

"Don't play with me! We fuck and then you casually treat me like a- a fucking customer!" Yunho was getting flustered, his face heating quickly.

Jaejoong sighed and held his hand up. "Yunho, it's not what you thi-"

"What?" the man raged on, "What I think? I don't know what to think! You invite me into your house, do me on your bed, call it the best night of your life, then sweep me out with the trash." He took a step towards Jaejoong, a look of wild desperation seeping into the color of his eyes. "How am I supposed to think!" his shouts almost melting into pleading.

Jaejoong, silently watching him with a hard set jaw, pressed his finger into the middle of his forehead. He messaged the skin for a moment, turning over all the things he could say and trying to find the right one that wasn't too burnt, before talking. "You are making this something it's not."

Yunho threw his hands up and took a step back in a second of a fit before stepping back up to the blonde. "Oh God, Jae!"

"No, you are!" Jaejoong held out his hands to try and steady the man without touching him. "It was sex, Yunho, just sex. If you want to fuck again that's fine, but stop making it out to be anything but that!"

"But it wasn't- it didn't feel like just-," he cut himself off with a throaty whine, "I thought..."

The waiter dropped his hands heavily to his side. "Look, Yun-ah," he sighed then continued, his voice void of emotion by training, "I wont lie to you, you're a good man. You are kind, funny, smart, and really handsome, but you have to think this out logically. Even if it were the case, there is no way we could work out."

"And how would you figure that?" the business man's voice had dropped a bit in volume and octaves, and it came off a little frightening.

"We don't fit. You're a young, adept business entrepreneur with a wife and life before him, I'm a college drop out serving tables, we are just not compat-"

"Stop using your fucking psych shit on me, dammit!" burst through like gun fire.

Jaejoong gulped, "Yunho, please-"

"Not everything can be read out of a damn book with good, logical, definition! Fuck them right now!"

"Yunho, please calm down-"

"I won't calm down, stop telling me to calm down," his eyes wildly narrowed and widened just like his clenching and unclenching fists, "how the fuck are you so damn calm!?"

Jaejoong again had his hands up in the most soothing of manner he could muster, "I wan't you to calm down, Yunh-"

"No! I won't fucking calm down! Stop using that damn doctor voice on me, it's not going to work!"

Sparing a glace around the crowded restaurant to make sure no one had gathered to watch them, Jaejoong started feeling a panic rise in the pit of his stomach. "What do you want?" he asked, pleaded, in an attempt to bare the brunt of it and finish. His armor learnt in the classroom was failing him and cracking under the weight of Yunho's begging eyes.

"I want you to get fucking mad like I am, to drop your voice and your hands and listen to me right fucking now because I need to tell you-" his breathless ranting caught up with him and his dark voice wavered with a crack. He sharply drew in a breath to retrieve it when the force of his words came spinning into him. But that didn't stop him from finishing. "Because I love you!"

Without him knowing his roaring shouts turned into a happy whisper, "I love you, Kim Jaejoong. And all I want is for you to quit trying to push me out so you can see if you feel the same..." he drew in a shaken breath, "I need you to feel the same..."

"Yunho... I-" but just as the blonde was about to look up and met his eyes another waiter rested against the bar and hurriedly whispered that he had to follow him. By the way the other employee side glanced Yunho with a small blush made them realize that their conversation had not been private. Jaejoong immediately followed him with a calm matched step.

Before he reached the doors Yunho begged after him, "call me later?" And for the first time, without calling him daddy, or smirking like he did so well, Jaejoong simply nodded then let the door swing behind him. Yunho had to force his eyes not to water as he walked out a minute later.

A/N: It has been almost a year since I've uploaded anything I believe. I've been pretty busy but not busy enough to warrant that kind of slack. I'm really so very sorry to everyone who liked my writing and was under the impression I had given it up. Now, I'm going to vigorously try and get back into my writing and post more. Maybe even finish some things. New Year's resolution.
Thank you so much for reading and please remember to leave a comment :)