Save Me (Part 3)
Title: Save Me
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is on the run from his crazed ex-husband and Lieutenant Jung Yunho is the only one standing between him and an uncertain fate. Will Yunho be his savior...or will his rescue come too late?
Less than 60 seconds after he hit send, his phone started ringing in his fisted hand.
Bringing it to his ear, Jaejoong whispered a husky, “Hello”.
“Where are you?” Yunho asked, the strength and confidence in his voice a direct contrast to the shaken defeat coursing through Jaejoong.
“At the post office,” he replied, looking around helplessly. “The one near the square.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“You don’t have to…” he started to say, but Yunho had already hung up.
Sighing, he slipped his phone back into his bag, looking out at the gloomy weather and the dark cloaked figures running around in its midst.
He was taking Yunho away from his work again. If he’d sat and thought for a minute before reacting, he wouldn’t have called him but he’d given in to his fear and reached out to the only lifeline he had. He couldn’t ignore the guilt that tore at him. He wasn’t Yunho’s only case - he wasn’t even officially a case though that might change at the rate things were going - and every time he got scared and pulled Yunho away from his work, he was possibly putting someone else’s life in danger. He didn’t think he could live with that on his conscience.
He took a deep breath, blew it out slowly. When Yunho came, he would tell him that he was alright, let him see for himself that his words were true, and tell him to go back to work. He would stop this dependency he seemed to be developing, even if he had to break off all contact with Yunho in order to do it.
“Are you okay?”
Jaejoong jumped at the voice, his eyes swinging upward to meet Yunho’s. He’d been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard or seen him arrive.
“You okay?” Yunho repeated.
Jaejoong nodded, swallowing thickly. “I’m fine.”
Yunho reached down and gently cupped his elbow, guiding him to his feet. “Let’s go somewhere and talk.”
Suddenly, Yunho stopped, looking around frantically. “Where’s Maya?” His urgency grew. “Jaejoong? Did something happen to Maya?”
Jaejoong shook his head quickly. “No, she didn’t come with me this time. I left her with the neighbours.”
Yunho frowned. “Is that safe?”
Jaejoong’s lips tilted in a semblance of a smile but his eyes grew incredibly sad. “He doesn’t care about her. I suspected but…” He laughed bitterly. “I guess I’ve finally admitted it to myself. It’s only me he’s interested in. This time, all of the photos are of me. Me and me alone. She was with me the last time but no, it’s just me he focused on.” He paused, expelled a breath. “I thought we were going to be a family. If I had known… If only I’d seen…”
“Jaejoong,” Yunho said gently, the hand still gripping Jaejoong’s elbow squeezing it comfortingly. “There was no way you could have known how this would turn out. And you’re a wonderful father. She was meant to be your daughter. If you hadn’t taken her home, there’s no telling where she would’ve ended up. So many adopted kids wind up in horrible situations. You saved her from an uncertain fate. No matter what happens with Daniel, don’t ever doubt that you made the right choice making Maya yours.”
Yunho’s words had a balming effect, soothing Jaejoong’s fears and worries.
So much for sending him on his way, he thought.
“Now…” Yunho said, looking around. The rain had eased up and was now a slight drizzle. “Where shall we go? Somewhere private preferably.”
“My hotel…” Jaejoong cleared his throat and tried again. “My hotel’s just a short walk from here.”
Yunho’s brows rose in surprise. “You’re spending the night in the city?”
Jaejoong flushed slightly. “I had some things to do, thought I’d finish late and didn’t want to have to travel back after dark so I checked in before I started running my errands.”
“I see…” Yunho considered him a moment, his expression unreadable. “I suppose it’ll definitely assure privacy. Let’s go.”
Yunho led the way to his car, settling Jaejoong in the passenger seat before going around to the driver’s side. Five minutes later, they were walking into the lobby of Jaejoong’s hotel. It was very elegantly appointed, a lot more fancy than Yunho would expect for a one-night stay.
“It was close to the places I needed to go,” Jaejoong explained upon seeing his expression. “It’s only for one night so I figured I should think about it as splurging on myself. I never do so once won’t kill me, right?” He laughed nervously.
Yunho smiled slightly but said nothing. He’d just realized that he was once again holding Jajeoong’s elbow, guiding him as they made their way down the hall to his room. He waited while Jaejoong slid the pass-key through its slot and pushed the door open before releasing his hold on him.
Jaejoong walked directly to the little breakfast table by the window in the room and laid down his satchel.
“I was just checking my mail like I always do. Figured I’d pay off any outstanding bills before going home tomorrow.” He paused as he pulled out the envelope and scattered photos. “I guess I also knew I’d find something from him. It’s sort of expected now, isn’t it?”
Turning, Jaejoong held the photos out to Yunho.
“His photography skills are improving,” he joked.
Yunho took the photos, his gaze intent as he perused them.
He remembered what Jaejoong wore the last time he’d seen him and knew immediately that Daniel had been following him and Maya that day. But, as Jaejoong had pointed out, Maya was completely absent from the photos. He didn’t know why but it pissed him off. How dare Daniel ignore that beautiful little girl? Jaejoong had given him a family, couldn’t he see how lucky he’d been? Or had his disease progressed so far that Jaejoong was his singular focus and obsession? He’d read up on it and while Daniel had yet to exhibit any violent tendencies - aside from the one incident back in Sweden - it increased his worry for Jaejoong. He didn’t think Daniel would be content with snapping pictures from a distance for much longer.
“You’re not in any of them, as you can see,” Jaejoong said softly.
Was he trying to assure him of his safety?, Yunho wondered. It was laughable, but endearing at the same time.
Jaejoong knew when Yunho reached the last photograph because he froze, just like he had.
Yunho’s eyes widened, alarm and concern beaming out of them as they met Jaejoong’s.
“Yeah…” Jaejoong whispered. “Turn it over.”
Smile.
Yunho’s first instinct was to grab Jaejoong and find a tower of some kind to hide him away in. His second, and more reasonable, impulse was to call his uncle, update him on recent events and insist that Jaejoong’s situation be given official police consideration.
“I need to make a few calls,” he said, before walking over to the window to give himself some privacy.
Jaejoong moved to the phone on the nightstand and called room service. He’d been too busy to stop for lunch and now that he’d calmed down, he realized just how hungry he was. His eyes slid over to Yunho, who seemed to be in the midst of a heated conversation.
Better order him something too, he thought.
Yunho was still on the phone when their order arrived fifteen minutes later. Jaejoong overheard bits and pieces of the conversation. Well, he supposed it was more like an argument. He gathered that whoever was on the other end, Yunho’s superior presumably, wasn’t as convinced of the need to take decisive and preventative action as Yunho was.
Jaejoong wasn’t really surprised. He’d been down that road before so it was nothing new. Truthfully, it was a miracle that they even had Yunho on their side. And that could just be because Yunho was a gay man himself, although he didn’t think it was that. At least not entirely. He seemed like the kind of guy who felt it his duty to protect and serve anyone who came to him for help. Psychiatrists would call that a hero-complex, wouldn’t they? Maybe it was but even so, Jaejoong admired him. He didn’t think he’d ever met anyone that selfless.
Yunho had never admitted to him that he was gay, he realized, but he knew. He may have been off the market for a while but he recognized the signs. Yunho was definitely interested in him. Them. He couldn’t leave Maya out of the equation and he suspected that Yunho wouldn’t either. That was just another part of him that he found commendable. From what he knew of him so far, Yunho was an all-round decent guy. It made him wonder why no one had snatched him up yet.
He had just finished uncovering the plates of pasta when he heard Yunho’s phone flip shut.
Hmm…
“Not so promising I take it?” he asked calmly as he slid into his seat.
“Don’t worry,” Yunho assured, sitting across from him. His eyes were filled with determination and Jaejoong felt a moment’s sympathy for whoever had put it there. “I’ll make sure that you and Maya are safe. Nothing will happen to you.”
Jaejoong smiled and he was surprised to realize that it was genuine. “I have no doubt about that.”
“You didn’t have to do this,” Yunho said as he picked up his fork.
“I think making sure that you’re well fed is the least I can do if you’re going to be my personal bodyguard,” Jaejoong joked cheekily.
Yunho laughed. This was a rare side of Jaejoong, one he’d only seen flashes of through their texts and phone conversations. He could picture the friendly, even flirty young man he’d once been. He would have liked to have met that person. The Jaejoong now, the father and abuse survivor, was still a wonderful man but Yunho knew without being told that he had lost some of his spark. It was understandable given all that he’d been through but Yunho hoped that when the dust settled and Daniel was no longer a problem, the old Jaejoong would resurface and bring light back into those hauntingly beautiful eyes.
Their meal passed companiably, with Yunho asking questions about the movies Jaejoong quoted in his texts, making a mental note to rent the ones he seemed most passionate about.
They had finished eaten and were chatting idly when Yunho’s phone rang in his breast pocket.
Yunho saw the wall come down over Jaejoong’s gaze and stifled a curse when he answered the call.
His uncle had rotten timing.
“Hello?”
Jaejoong watched Yunho as he stood and moved towards the window once more. It was somewhat pointless since he could still hear snippets of his cutting replies but he didn’t point that out.
Climbing to his feet, he gathered up the dinnerware, replaced it on the little trolley it had come on, then wheeled it to the door. He would wait until Yunho left then order up a cup of tea. He hated when people left their dishes outside the door with the assumption that someone would come by and clean up their mess. Someone would, of course, but it was so much more respectful to just wait for someone to come to the room for it instead of leaving it outside for the “maid” to pick up after you. He was probably being neurotic but he didn’t care. Just because someone worked in the hospitality/service industry didn’t make them a slave.
Rolling his shoulders, he walked to the foot of the bed and sat, watching Yunho as he paced. He’d gone through a mental checklist of all the things he needed to do tomorrow before Yunho snapped his phone shut for the second time.
“Sorry,” Yunho apologized at Jaejoong’s raised eyebrow. “Things are just…”
What could he say? The Captain thinks I’m wasting my time with you. Or, you and your daughter aren’t in enough danger to warrant any attention from us at this juncture. He could phrase it any number of ways but it’d boil down to the same thing: as far as the police were concerned, Jaejoong wasn’t their problem until his problem became something to be concerned about. It sucked but that was the official line until something happened. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, accept that, however, but for the time being…
“I have to get back to the station,” he began.
Jaejoong forced a smile as he stood, his hands unconsciously clasping behind his back, fingers digging into the sensitive skin.
“It’s fine. It’s not like I expected you to stay by my side forever. Even bodyguards need a break,” he joked.
Guilt tore at Yunho. “Jaejoong…”
“You know…” Jaejoong turned towards the bed and reached out to the first thing his hand came in contact with, rifling through his satchel just to give himself something to do. “Sometimes I wonder if this really isn’t all my fault.”
Yunho stilled. “What do you mean?” he asked slowly.
Jaejoong moved around the side of the bed and began turning down the covers as he spoke.
“Well, there’s usually a trigger for these kinds of things. Maybe I did or said something that tripped him off. I’ve thought it over all these years and still can’t think of anything in particular but maybe I did have something to do with it.” He realized that he was rambling but he couldn’t stop. “I didn’t make him sick, of course, the disease would’ve surfaced at some point regardless, but maybe I exacerbated it somehow. Maybe I should’ve tried harder to help him, given him another chance. Maybe…”
Yunho was seeing red. The more Jaejoong spoke, the more enraged he became.
The thought had no sooner crossed his mind than he found himself stalking towards Jaejoong, grabbing his arm and pinning him against the wall. He gripped his arm painfully, twisting it behind him as he levied his weight against his back and pressed him deeper into the wall.
“Do you like this?” he asked, his voice deep and menacing as he spoke into Jaejoong’s ear.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong gasped, his mind reeling in shock. “You’re hurting me.”
“Don’t you like it, Jaejoong? Hmm? Don’t you like the pain? What was it you said? “Maybe I should’ve given him another chance.” Well, I can almost guarantee that this is what that chance would have amounted to. And this…”
Yunho’s free hand wound around Jaejoong’s waist and slid under his sweater, his long fingers splaying across his taut stomach before drifting lower.
“Do you know how often domestic violence escalates to a sexual nature, Jaejoong? More often than not, I can assure you.”
As he spoke, Yunho unsnapped and unzipped Jaejoong’s jeans, giving his hand the room it needed to slip inside his underwear and grip his manhood.
“Just think about it. Someone who’s that obsessed with you… How long do you think it would have been before breaking your nose wasn’t enough? Let’s say you gave him another chance and things were good for a while before getting bad again. Maybe you no longer wanted him to touch you, no longer wanted to share the same bed. Do you think he’d handle rejection well? “It’s okay, Jaejoong, I understand.” Do you think he’d leave it at that just because you said so?”
As the intensity of his words increased, so did Yunho’s attention to Jaejoong’s shaft as he stroked him, his movements picking up speed as his anger flared.
In the back of his mind, he knew that he had crossed a line: a line that could cost him his job. If Jaejoong reported him, that would be it for his career. But at the same time, he was so incensed by Jaejoong’s words, fury burning in his veins with the same intensity as the lust that now gripped him, lust that the soft, smooth hardness of Jaejoong’s erection was doing nothing to alleviate.
Jaejoong’s chest burned from the effort it took to keep breathing. Yunho’s weight on his back and the pain in his arm were one thing, but that coupled with the desire coiling deep in his stomach made it nigh impossible to concentrate. When Yunho had first taken him in hand, his heart skipped a beat. He’d forgotten the thrill of being aroused, the ecstasy of knowing that a blissful orgasm was on the horizon.
“Do you like this, Jaejoong?” Yunho taunted again, his hot breath feathering across Jaejoong’s neck as his grip tightened ever so slightly. “Do you?”
Yes!, Jaejoong’s mind screamed but he ignored it. He didn’t even allow his hips to jerk into Yunho’s hand like they wanted to. The fingers of his free hand curled into the wall where they had taken purchase, his other hand no longer struggling to get free. His entire being was centered on Yunho’s quickening strokes and the conflagration that burned in his stomach as he neared completion.
Suddenly, a soft groan burst forth from Jaejoong’s throat as he came, the evidence of his lust coating Yunho’s hand, the front of his jeans and the wall he faced.
Yunho only stopped stroking when he was sure that Jaejoong was done. He released his hold, ignoring the regret that he felt at breaking the fragile contact, and eased his weight off of Jaejoong’s back. Lust still coursed through him but now that his anger had eased significantly, he was mortified. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. He’d only wanted to prove a point, had never intended for things to escalate to that level, but his suppressed desire for Jaejoong had caught him in its grip and he’d lost his head. Now, as he stepped back to give Jaejoong room to move, he braced himself for whatever was about to come.
“Jaejoong, I…”
“Excuse me,” Jaejoong said softly before rushing to the bathroom.
Yunho froze. Was Jaejoong so disgusted with him, by what he’d done, that he couldn’t bear to look at him?
Jaejoong turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while he stripped out of his clothes. As he stepped under the hot spray, he sighed.
He hadn’t meant to run away, he’d just been too overwhelmed by what he was feeling. His blood was boiling, his member still semi-erect from the attention Yunho had paid to it. It had been so long since…
He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about it.
Sighing again, he leaned his forehead against the smooth tile and reveled in the soothing water raining down on him.
Yunho stood outside the ajar bathroom door for what felt like hours, weighing the pros and cons of going in.
On the one hand, Jaejoong might be wary of him, if not flat out pissed. He’d practically assaulted him, doing what he’d done. On the other, maybe he was hurt or…something and needed comfort.
He spent another minute shifting from foot to foot before making up his mind.
“To hell with it.”
Placing his hand on the handle, he pushed the door fully open.
There was so much steam, almost as thick as fog. He couldn’t even see his reflection in the mirror above the vanity. The heavy fall of the shower was the only sound in the room.
He walked to the thin shower curtain and pushed it aside.
Jaejoong didn’t chase him off like he’d feared: he didn’t even turn around to look at him.
Once again, he hesitated, unsure of what to do next, but once again, he gathered his courage and took action.
Kicking off his shoes, he stepped into the shower, uncaring that he was fully clothed and being soaked to the skin. His gaze drifted over the figure in front of him, his eyes appreciative as they skimmed down the smooth, pale expanse of flesh, pausing on the sexy curve of Jaejoong’s buttocks.
Lifting his hands to Jaejoong’s shoulders, he gently turned him to face him.
Yunho gasped.
He’d expected derision, disgust, fear, perhaps even flat-out hatred. What he found was…lust.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong’s eyes bored into his, his gaze unguarded and unflinching.
With a low groan, Yunho framed Jaejoong’s face with his hands and caught his lips in a kiss as hot and steamy as the air around them. His tongue thrust into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth as he backed him into the tiled wall behind him.
Jaejoong hadn’t allowed himself to think about it, to want it, but now that it was happening, he had no intention of stopping it.
His hands rose between them and unbuttoned Yunho’s shirt, baring the slick, hard wall of his chest to his seeking palms.
At Jaejoong’s touch, Yunho gave in to his own need for skin-against-skin contact and slid his hands down Jaejoong’s back to cup his cheeks, molding him against the hardness that dented his pants. When he felt Jaejoong’s hand flutter across his erection, it was all he could do to hold back his orgasm.
Without breaking the kiss, he shrugged out of his shirt before getting to work on his pants. No sooner had kicked his legs free than he gripped Jaejoong’s waist and hiked him up against the wall, settling between his spread thighs and supporting his weight with his body.
He mind was frantic, his body wanting nothing more to bury itself in Jaejoong’s tight heat, but one word kept beeping in his brain like an obnoxious car-horn.
Lube.
He knew without asking that Jaejoong didn’t have any and it wasn’t something he usually carried on his person. He needed something, but what?
And suddenly, it came to him just like that.
Reaching for the fragrant bar in the little cubby especially made for it, Yunho coated his member with a thick layer of suds, aligned himself with Jaejoong’s entrance and thrust forward, embedding himself deep.
The air wheezed out of his lungs with the effort it took to breathe and he had to force himself to stay still while Jaejoong adjusted to him. After a minute of counting the seconds tick by, however, his hips took on a life of their own.
“Hold onto me,” he ordered huskily.
Needing no further instruction, Jaejoong twined his limbs tightly around Yunho and rocked…
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: Kim Jaejoong is on the run from his crazed ex-husband and Lieutenant Jung Yunho is the only one standing between him and an uncertain fate. Will Yunho be his savior...or will his rescue come too late?
Less than 60 seconds after he hit send, his phone started ringing in his fisted hand.
Bringing it to his ear, Jaejoong whispered a husky, “Hello”.
“Where are you?” Yunho asked, the strength and confidence in his voice a direct contrast to the shaken defeat coursing through Jaejoong.
“At the post office,” he replied, looking around helplessly. “The one near the square.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“You don’t have to…” he started to say, but Yunho had already hung up.
Sighing, he slipped his phone back into his bag, looking out at the gloomy weather and the dark cloaked figures running around in its midst.
He was taking Yunho away from his work again. If he’d sat and thought for a minute before reacting, he wouldn’t have called him but he’d given in to his fear and reached out to the only lifeline he had. He couldn’t ignore the guilt that tore at him. He wasn’t Yunho’s only case - he wasn’t even officially a case though that might change at the rate things were going - and every time he got scared and pulled Yunho away from his work, he was possibly putting someone else’s life in danger. He didn’t think he could live with that on his conscience.
He took a deep breath, blew it out slowly. When Yunho came, he would tell him that he was alright, let him see for himself that his words were true, and tell him to go back to work. He would stop this dependency he seemed to be developing, even if he had to break off all contact with Yunho in order to do it.
“Are you okay?”
Jaejoong jumped at the voice, his eyes swinging upward to meet Yunho’s. He’d been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard or seen him arrive.
“You okay?” Yunho repeated.
Jaejoong nodded, swallowing thickly. “I’m fine.”
Yunho reached down and gently cupped his elbow, guiding him to his feet. “Let’s go somewhere and talk.”
Suddenly, Yunho stopped, looking around frantically. “Where’s Maya?” His urgency grew. “Jaejoong? Did something happen to Maya?”
Jaejoong shook his head quickly. “No, she didn’t come with me this time. I left her with the neighbours.”
Yunho frowned. “Is that safe?”
Jaejoong’s lips tilted in a semblance of a smile but his eyes grew incredibly sad. “He doesn’t care about her. I suspected but…” He laughed bitterly. “I guess I’ve finally admitted it to myself. It’s only me he’s interested in. This time, all of the photos are of me. Me and me alone. She was with me the last time but no, it’s just me he focused on.” He paused, expelled a breath. “I thought we were going to be a family. If I had known… If only I’d seen…”
“Jaejoong,” Yunho said gently, the hand still gripping Jaejoong’s elbow squeezing it comfortingly. “There was no way you could have known how this would turn out. And you’re a wonderful father. She was meant to be your daughter. If you hadn’t taken her home, there’s no telling where she would’ve ended up. So many adopted kids wind up in horrible situations. You saved her from an uncertain fate. No matter what happens with Daniel, don’t ever doubt that you made the right choice making Maya yours.”
Yunho’s words had a balming effect, soothing Jaejoong’s fears and worries.
So much for sending him on his way, he thought.
“Now…” Yunho said, looking around. The rain had eased up and was now a slight drizzle. “Where shall we go? Somewhere private preferably.”
“My hotel…” Jaejoong cleared his throat and tried again. “My hotel’s just a short walk from here.”
Yunho’s brows rose in surprise. “You’re spending the night in the city?”
Jaejoong flushed slightly. “I had some things to do, thought I’d finish late and didn’t want to have to travel back after dark so I checked in before I started running my errands.”
“I see…” Yunho considered him a moment, his expression unreadable. “I suppose it’ll definitely assure privacy. Let’s go.”
Yunho led the way to his car, settling Jaejoong in the passenger seat before going around to the driver’s side. Five minutes later, they were walking into the lobby of Jaejoong’s hotel. It was very elegantly appointed, a lot more fancy than Yunho would expect for a one-night stay.
“It was close to the places I needed to go,” Jaejoong explained upon seeing his expression. “It’s only for one night so I figured I should think about it as splurging on myself. I never do so once won’t kill me, right?” He laughed nervously.
Yunho smiled slightly but said nothing. He’d just realized that he was once again holding Jajeoong’s elbow, guiding him as they made their way down the hall to his room. He waited while Jaejoong slid the pass-key through its slot and pushed the door open before releasing his hold on him.
Jaejoong walked directly to the little breakfast table by the window in the room and laid down his satchel.
“I was just checking my mail like I always do. Figured I’d pay off any outstanding bills before going home tomorrow.” He paused as he pulled out the envelope and scattered photos. “I guess I also knew I’d find something from him. It’s sort of expected now, isn’t it?”
Turning, Jaejoong held the photos out to Yunho.
“His photography skills are improving,” he joked.
Yunho took the photos, his gaze intent as he perused them.
He remembered what Jaejoong wore the last time he’d seen him and knew immediately that Daniel had been following him and Maya that day. But, as Jaejoong had pointed out, Maya was completely absent from the photos. He didn’t know why but it pissed him off. How dare Daniel ignore that beautiful little girl? Jaejoong had given him a family, couldn’t he see how lucky he’d been? Or had his disease progressed so far that Jaejoong was his singular focus and obsession? He’d read up on it and while Daniel had yet to exhibit any violent tendencies - aside from the one incident back in Sweden - it increased his worry for Jaejoong. He didn’t think Daniel would be content with snapping pictures from a distance for much longer.
“You’re not in any of them, as you can see,” Jaejoong said softly.
Was he trying to assure him of his safety?, Yunho wondered. It was laughable, but endearing at the same time.
Jaejoong knew when Yunho reached the last photograph because he froze, just like he had.
Yunho’s eyes widened, alarm and concern beaming out of them as they met Jaejoong’s.
“Yeah…” Jaejoong whispered. “Turn it over.”
Smile.
Yunho’s first instinct was to grab Jaejoong and find a tower of some kind to hide him away in. His second, and more reasonable, impulse was to call his uncle, update him on recent events and insist that Jaejoong’s situation be given official police consideration.
“I need to make a few calls,” he said, before walking over to the window to give himself some privacy.
Jaejoong moved to the phone on the nightstand and called room service. He’d been too busy to stop for lunch and now that he’d calmed down, he realized just how hungry he was. His eyes slid over to Yunho, who seemed to be in the midst of a heated conversation.
Better order him something too, he thought.
Yunho was still on the phone when their order arrived fifteen minutes later. Jaejoong overheard bits and pieces of the conversation. Well, he supposed it was more like an argument. He gathered that whoever was on the other end, Yunho’s superior presumably, wasn’t as convinced of the need to take decisive and preventative action as Yunho was.
Jaejoong wasn’t really surprised. He’d been down that road before so it was nothing new. Truthfully, it was a miracle that they even had Yunho on their side. And that could just be because Yunho was a gay man himself, although he didn’t think it was that. At least not entirely. He seemed like the kind of guy who felt it his duty to protect and serve anyone who came to him for help. Psychiatrists would call that a hero-complex, wouldn’t they? Maybe it was but even so, Jaejoong admired him. He didn’t think he’d ever met anyone that selfless.
Yunho had never admitted to him that he was gay, he realized, but he knew. He may have been off the market for a while but he recognized the signs. Yunho was definitely interested in him. Them. He couldn’t leave Maya out of the equation and he suspected that Yunho wouldn’t either. That was just another part of him that he found commendable. From what he knew of him so far, Yunho was an all-round decent guy. It made him wonder why no one had snatched him up yet.
He had just finished uncovering the plates of pasta when he heard Yunho’s phone flip shut.
Hmm…
“Not so promising I take it?” he asked calmly as he slid into his seat.
“Don’t worry,” Yunho assured, sitting across from him. His eyes were filled with determination and Jaejoong felt a moment’s sympathy for whoever had put it there. “I’ll make sure that you and Maya are safe. Nothing will happen to you.”
Jaejoong smiled and he was surprised to realize that it was genuine. “I have no doubt about that.”
“You didn’t have to do this,” Yunho said as he picked up his fork.
“I think making sure that you’re well fed is the least I can do if you’re going to be my personal bodyguard,” Jaejoong joked cheekily.
Yunho laughed. This was a rare side of Jaejoong, one he’d only seen flashes of through their texts and phone conversations. He could picture the friendly, even flirty young man he’d once been. He would have liked to have met that person. The Jaejoong now, the father and abuse survivor, was still a wonderful man but Yunho knew without being told that he had lost some of his spark. It was understandable given all that he’d been through but Yunho hoped that when the dust settled and Daniel was no longer a problem, the old Jaejoong would resurface and bring light back into those hauntingly beautiful eyes.
Their meal passed companiably, with Yunho asking questions about the movies Jaejoong quoted in his texts, making a mental note to rent the ones he seemed most passionate about.
They had finished eaten and were chatting idly when Yunho’s phone rang in his breast pocket.
Yunho saw the wall come down over Jaejoong’s gaze and stifled a curse when he answered the call.
His uncle had rotten timing.
“Hello?”
Jaejoong watched Yunho as he stood and moved towards the window once more. It was somewhat pointless since he could still hear snippets of his cutting replies but he didn’t point that out.
Climbing to his feet, he gathered up the dinnerware, replaced it on the little trolley it had come on, then wheeled it to the door. He would wait until Yunho left then order up a cup of tea. He hated when people left their dishes outside the door with the assumption that someone would come by and clean up their mess. Someone would, of course, but it was so much more respectful to just wait for someone to come to the room for it instead of leaving it outside for the “maid” to pick up after you. He was probably being neurotic but he didn’t care. Just because someone worked in the hospitality/service industry didn’t make them a slave.
Rolling his shoulders, he walked to the foot of the bed and sat, watching Yunho as he paced. He’d gone through a mental checklist of all the things he needed to do tomorrow before Yunho snapped his phone shut for the second time.
“Sorry,” Yunho apologized at Jaejoong’s raised eyebrow. “Things are just…”
What could he say? The Captain thinks I’m wasting my time with you. Or, you and your daughter aren’t in enough danger to warrant any attention from us at this juncture. He could phrase it any number of ways but it’d boil down to the same thing: as far as the police were concerned, Jaejoong wasn’t their problem until his problem became something to be concerned about. It sucked but that was the official line until something happened. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, accept that, however, but for the time being…
“I have to get back to the station,” he began.
Jaejoong forced a smile as he stood, his hands unconsciously clasping behind his back, fingers digging into the sensitive skin.
“It’s fine. It’s not like I expected you to stay by my side forever. Even bodyguards need a break,” he joked.
Guilt tore at Yunho. “Jaejoong…”
“You know…” Jaejoong turned towards the bed and reached out to the first thing his hand came in contact with, rifling through his satchel just to give himself something to do. “Sometimes I wonder if this really isn’t all my fault.”
Yunho stilled. “What do you mean?” he asked slowly.
Jaejoong moved around the side of the bed and began turning down the covers as he spoke.
“Well, there’s usually a trigger for these kinds of things. Maybe I did or said something that tripped him off. I’ve thought it over all these years and still can’t think of anything in particular but maybe I did have something to do with it.” He realized that he was rambling but he couldn’t stop. “I didn’t make him sick, of course, the disease would’ve surfaced at some point regardless, but maybe I exacerbated it somehow. Maybe I should’ve tried harder to help him, given him another chance. Maybe…”
Yunho was seeing red. The more Jaejoong spoke, the more enraged he became.
The thought had no sooner crossed his mind than he found himself stalking towards Jaejoong, grabbing his arm and pinning him against the wall. He gripped his arm painfully, twisting it behind him as he levied his weight against his back and pressed him deeper into the wall.
“Do you like this?” he asked, his voice deep and menacing as he spoke into Jaejoong’s ear.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong gasped, his mind reeling in shock. “You’re hurting me.”
“Don’t you like it, Jaejoong? Hmm? Don’t you like the pain? What was it you said? “Maybe I should’ve given him another chance.” Well, I can almost guarantee that this is what that chance would have amounted to. And this…”
Yunho’s free hand wound around Jaejoong’s waist and slid under his sweater, his long fingers splaying across his taut stomach before drifting lower.
“Do you know how often domestic violence escalates to a sexual nature, Jaejoong? More often than not, I can assure you.”
As he spoke, Yunho unsnapped and unzipped Jaejoong’s jeans, giving his hand the room it needed to slip inside his underwear and grip his manhood.
“Just think about it. Someone who’s that obsessed with you… How long do you think it would have been before breaking your nose wasn’t enough? Let’s say you gave him another chance and things were good for a while before getting bad again. Maybe you no longer wanted him to touch you, no longer wanted to share the same bed. Do you think he’d handle rejection well? “It’s okay, Jaejoong, I understand.” Do you think he’d leave it at that just because you said so?”
As the intensity of his words increased, so did Yunho’s attention to Jaejoong’s shaft as he stroked him, his movements picking up speed as his anger flared.
In the back of his mind, he knew that he had crossed a line: a line that could cost him his job. If Jaejoong reported him, that would be it for his career. But at the same time, he was so incensed by Jaejoong’s words, fury burning in his veins with the same intensity as the lust that now gripped him, lust that the soft, smooth hardness of Jaejoong’s erection was doing nothing to alleviate.
Jaejoong’s chest burned from the effort it took to keep breathing. Yunho’s weight on his back and the pain in his arm were one thing, but that coupled with the desire coiling deep in his stomach made it nigh impossible to concentrate. When Yunho had first taken him in hand, his heart skipped a beat. He’d forgotten the thrill of being aroused, the ecstasy of knowing that a blissful orgasm was on the horizon.
“Do you like this, Jaejoong?” Yunho taunted again, his hot breath feathering across Jaejoong’s neck as his grip tightened ever so slightly. “Do you?”
Yes!, Jaejoong’s mind screamed but he ignored it. He didn’t even allow his hips to jerk into Yunho’s hand like they wanted to. The fingers of his free hand curled into the wall where they had taken purchase, his other hand no longer struggling to get free. His entire being was centered on Yunho’s quickening strokes and the conflagration that burned in his stomach as he neared completion.
Suddenly, a soft groan burst forth from Jaejoong’s throat as he came, the evidence of his lust coating Yunho’s hand, the front of his jeans and the wall he faced.
Yunho only stopped stroking when he was sure that Jaejoong was done. He released his hold, ignoring the regret that he felt at breaking the fragile contact, and eased his weight off of Jaejoong’s back. Lust still coursed through him but now that his anger had eased significantly, he was mortified. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. He’d only wanted to prove a point, had never intended for things to escalate to that level, but his suppressed desire for Jaejoong had caught him in its grip and he’d lost his head. Now, as he stepped back to give Jaejoong room to move, he braced himself for whatever was about to come.
“Jaejoong, I…”
“Excuse me,” Jaejoong said softly before rushing to the bathroom.
Yunho froze. Was Jaejoong so disgusted with him, by what he’d done, that he couldn’t bear to look at him?
Jaejoong turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while he stripped out of his clothes. As he stepped under the hot spray, he sighed.
He hadn’t meant to run away, he’d just been too overwhelmed by what he was feeling. His blood was boiling, his member still semi-erect from the attention Yunho had paid to it. It had been so long since…
He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about it.
Sighing again, he leaned his forehead against the smooth tile and reveled in the soothing water raining down on him.
Yunho stood outside the ajar bathroom door for what felt like hours, weighing the pros and cons of going in.
On the one hand, Jaejoong might be wary of him, if not flat out pissed. He’d practically assaulted him, doing what he’d done. On the other, maybe he was hurt or…something and needed comfort.
He spent another minute shifting from foot to foot before making up his mind.
“To hell with it.”
Placing his hand on the handle, he pushed the door fully open.
There was so much steam, almost as thick as fog. He couldn’t even see his reflection in the mirror above the vanity. The heavy fall of the shower was the only sound in the room.
He walked to the thin shower curtain and pushed it aside.
Jaejoong didn’t chase him off like he’d feared: he didn’t even turn around to look at him.
Once again, he hesitated, unsure of what to do next, but once again, he gathered his courage and took action.
Kicking off his shoes, he stepped into the shower, uncaring that he was fully clothed and being soaked to the skin. His gaze drifted over the figure in front of him, his eyes appreciative as they skimmed down the smooth, pale expanse of flesh, pausing on the sexy curve of Jaejoong’s buttocks.
Lifting his hands to Jaejoong’s shoulders, he gently turned him to face him.
Yunho gasped.
He’d expected derision, disgust, fear, perhaps even flat-out hatred. What he found was…lust.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong’s eyes bored into his, his gaze unguarded and unflinching.
With a low groan, Yunho framed Jaejoong’s face with his hands and caught his lips in a kiss as hot and steamy as the air around them. His tongue thrust into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth as he backed him into the tiled wall behind him.
Jaejoong hadn’t allowed himself to think about it, to want it, but now that it was happening, he had no intention of stopping it.
His hands rose between them and unbuttoned Yunho’s shirt, baring the slick, hard wall of his chest to his seeking palms.
At Jaejoong’s touch, Yunho gave in to his own need for skin-against-skin contact and slid his hands down Jaejoong’s back to cup his cheeks, molding him against the hardness that dented his pants. When he felt Jaejoong’s hand flutter across his erection, it was all he could do to hold back his orgasm.
Without breaking the kiss, he shrugged out of his shirt before getting to work on his pants. No sooner had kicked his legs free than he gripped Jaejoong’s waist and hiked him up against the wall, settling between his spread thighs and supporting his weight with his body.
He mind was frantic, his body wanting nothing more to bury itself in Jaejoong’s tight heat, but one word kept beeping in his brain like an obnoxious car-horn.
Lube.
He knew without asking that Jaejoong didn’t have any and it wasn’t something he usually carried on his person. He needed something, but what?
And suddenly, it came to him just like that.
Reaching for the fragrant bar in the little cubby especially made for it, Yunho coated his member with a thick layer of suds, aligned himself with Jaejoong’s entrance and thrust forward, embedding himself deep.
The air wheezed out of his lungs with the effort it took to breathe and he had to force himself to stay still while Jaejoong adjusted to him. After a minute of counting the seconds tick by, however, his hips took on a life of their own.
“Hold onto me,” he ordered huskily.
Needing no further instruction, Jaejoong twined his limbs tightly around Yunho and rocked…