Beautiful Mess
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allnostalgiaThis has got to be the most boring New Year’s Eve of my entire life yet.
He cussed as he sat on his old comfy couch, holding a can of Coke in one hand and the TV remote on the other.
Of all days his mum had to bitch, she chose today. ‘No, you’re not going out tonight!’ and all the other shit a mother says when she’s pissed at the world and picks it all on you. He sighed discontentedly as he shut off the telly. Nothing good is ever on lately.
‘u on yer way to z?’ That reminds him, he didn’t reply to Yunho’s earlier message.
‘no.not going.’ Clearly he was becoming uninterested.
‘well that sucks.’
‘yeah thanks for rubbing it in douche’
‘heh how about chun picks u up later’
‘u mean when mum’s-already-asleep later?’
‘dope man am sure yer pops s fine widat’
‘rite il call u wen she’s snoring already’ And in his head, he’s all ‘OHMOTHERFUCKINGYEAH!!!’
He dressed in a loose paisley-printed tank top, faded slim jeans and a black leather jacket, plus a belt and Keds sneakers before calling Yunho to pick him up at the playground a block away from his house. On his way out he grabbed his house keys, his wallet, cigarettes, a beanie and his camera.
Yunho was practically screaming Jaejoong’s name when they turned the curb towards the meeting spot. The noise from all the partying going on was bringing more hype to the holiday.
Jaejoong slips in the back seat as soon as the sedan pulls up, ‘What are you dressing all hipster for?’ Yoochun teased, ‘Fuck off, I need to get laid.’
‘And dressing all hipster will get you laid?’ Yunho added, Yoochun laughed his heart out. It wasn’t really funny, they were just high, Jaejoong thinks.
They arrive at the bar-slash-exclusive party and Jaejoong was getting offered drinks left and right but he wasn’t taking any of it. Not if it doesn’t come from this one guy he wanted to get his hands on. Or Yunho. Or Yoochun. And just then Yoochun shoves a bottle of beer in his hand.
‘Just in case you’re searching, someone said he’s somewhere on the roof deck. Knock yourself out. That is, if he’s alone.’ Yoochun tells him with a teasing sneer and then Jaejoong squeezes himself through the crowd of dancing bodies.
- - - - -
‘I heard he’s not coming tonight.’ Minho tells Changmin as he orders them each a shot of vodka, sitting on the end of the bar.
‘Dude, its not like I came here just to see him.’ He replies with a smirk.
‘Yeah, it isn’t that, right?’
‘How many shots of this can you take?’ He switches topics and Minho goes along with the stupid conversation of who can hold more drinks without flipping into a pussy.
The scene was slowly getting hot. Alcohol. And girls throwing themselves on Minho as Changmin watches them all walk away with false hope that he’ll look at them the way they want him to. He smirks, how can people not want the thrill of being bisexual?
‘Hey, I’ll just get some fresh air.’ He stands up and proceeds to the roof deck. Fresh air. Screw that stinking pit of sweaty lame asses, dancing to shit music. He digs out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. He looks up to the somewhat starry sky. The world is spinning the other way around.
He looks down onto the busy street a couple of storeys down. He spots cars lining up by the entrance and he wonders what really is it about parties that people want. He knows he isn’t one for it and that Minho was right a while ago.
He heard voices coming towards where he was and he was getting sort of pissed with that. People and people invading his space. He keeps still, thinking they won’t mind him being there. Pretty much, they didn’t, they were going mindless all over. At least it’s not stinking with sweat here.
- - - - -
It took ages before Jaejoong got up to the roof deck. Discreetly, at least. Well, if Jaejoong wasn’t virtually in love with parties and photos and photos of parties then it would’ve been a lot easier. Although, he was itching to have some real air in his lungs and a cigarette, too.
A hollering of curses was heard near the last staircase, crazy bitches getting too carried away with the party, and passing him by. It wasn’t normal how these people loved to get drunk when they can’t handle themselves.
He made his way up and stretched his back to shrug off the stress from the dance floor and the bar and all those and not being able to breathe. He took steps slowly as he fished out a nicotine stick and put it to his lips. ‘where the fuck’s my lighter’ he mumbles to himself as he checks all his pockets and it wasn’t in any.
Too busy fussing, someone clicks a light for him.
Stupidly, he drops his cigarette when he gapes at the person lighting it.
- - - - -
The crowd of skimpy-dressed fuck ups left. He breathes. Then he hears someone yawning then fussing which made him look. Then a smirk decorated his face. He’s here? It’s not such a lame party after all.
He stood up from his spot, taking his lighter out and flicking it for this seemingly perfect boy.
Okay he really does only seem perfect, how stupid is it to drop your cigarette when someone lights it for you? Changmin laughs a little at that because he won’t admit it but he really thinks it was cute.
‘Uh. I’m sorry. A-and thanks.’ Jaejoong mutters as he picks up a new one. Changmin hands him the lighter this time.
Awkward silence. They got the hots for each other and they don’t know what to do, where to begin a conversation or should Jaejoong just give Changmin his lighter back?
He holds onto it. He just stood there, taking long drags and playing with the smoke as he exhales, waiting for the taller boy to ask because he doesn’t know if its fine to call him by name when they haven’t been introduced. Could he just tap his shoulder and hand it back-
‘You’re Jaejoong, if I’m not mistaken.’ Changmin is definitely not mistaken. He’d been watching this man ever since he got back to his neighborhood in Korea. ‘Changmin,’ he reaches a hand out.
Jaejoong is gnarly. He’s undeniably good-looking but he’s extremely spaced most of the time. When your so-called “crush” knows who you are and introduces himself to you-
He mentally shakes his head to knock him out of his reverie. Then he nods gently as he shook his hand. Then it was quiet again.
He smiles and Jaejoong wants to melt into the ground. But he’ll never admit that. ‘Uhm. Can I have my lighter back?’
‘Y-yeah, of course, here.’ There’s a thin line between awkward silence and sexual tension and it vanishes, the moment Jaejoong’s hand brushes against Changmin’s palm to return the red Zippo.
It was like electric shocks running through his veins and he felt like he was blushing all over, he just wants to hide away and take it to himself that the boy is out of his league.
‘So, you like taking pictures?’ Another attempt at small talk.
‘It’s a hobby.’ He smiles at the boys interest, ‘You too?’
‘I like looking at them, at least.’
‘Well, what’s the point of taking pictures if nobody looks at them, anyway?’ Where that came from he doesn’t know but he’s glad he said it. He goes to sit on the bench near the railings and starts capturing the pretty lights through his lens.
He wonders if maybe Changmin might be up for him just like he is. If a person was normal enough, he’d be bored to death after the first failed conversation. ‘Changmin,’ he mutters his name a little too audibly. Oops.
‘Yes, Jaejoong?’
‘N-,’ he pauses, ‘Never mind. It’s nothing.’
‘Jaejoong, would you like to drink?’
‘You want to go back inside?’
‘It’s okay if you don’t want to.’
‘It’s okay if you go on ahead, you must be getting bored.’
‘No, I mean, its okay if you don’t want to drink.’
‘Oh,’ he faces Changmin and points the camera at him, takes a photo and smiles. ‘I’m thinking its either you’re here to get drunk and get some action or you’re actually interested-‘
‘In you? Yes. Get drunk and have sex and not remember how it happened? I don’t know, maybe.’
‘I see. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to take a breather before anything else, so let’s grab a few drinks. Shall we?’
- - - - -
A bottle or two of Absolut Vodka, a hundred blurry photos and a make-out session later… Changmin was stumbling toward his bedroom with a half-naked Jaejoong in his hold.
All awkwardness, gone. Pretty soon, their clothes will be too.
Low groans, friction, tongues and wandering hands. Why is it taking so long to get to the bedroom? Jaejoong makes the kiss rougher in frustration but Changmin wouldn’t let him dominate.
He throws a giggling Jaejoong onto the bed before taking his jacket and shirt off quickly. He doesn’t fail at catching Jaejoong’s reaction when he took his clothes off and he plans to tease.
He hovers the smaller man and traps his hands on his sides as he leaves hot breathy kisses on his abdomen, up to his inked chest, teasing those nipples with his tongue and marking the skin just above his collar bone then lapping on his earlobe.
He caught his lips for the nth time that night. Jaejoong was bucking his hips against Changmin’s, moaning out his begs to get them totally naked.
‘Changmin, please just- oh fuck! Hnng~’ The taller boy was having too much fun hearing him beg, A little more teasing wouldn’t hurt, he thought. A little more grinding before I fuck the daylight out of you.
He was thrashing as he asked for more. Hissing a chain of curses because he wasn’t getting enough and it was very hard.
‘AAAAAAAHHHHH! GODDAMMITJUSTGETMEOUTTATHESEJEANSALREADY! FUCKTHIS-’ Changmin smirks at how impatient Jaejoong could get. His hands smoothly undid the begging man’s belt and zipper then pulled the denim clothing off. Jaejoong tries to do the same but Changmin swats his hands off.
‘Stay still!’ Changmin hissed. Straddling Jaejoong’s waist as he pulled out of his pants. ‘What? Are you just gonna stare at me til next year?’
Jaejoong had to laugh at that joke, it was half an hour before midnight. He propped up on his elbows before sliding up to lean on the pile of pillows. He licked his lips, an invitation.
He pulls Changmin and rolls them over. His tongue tracing a path of saliva on his torso. Jaejoong lightly kisses down the other’s happy trail and back up to his mouth. ‘Sorry Changmin, I don’t do blowj-’ Changmin shuts him up with an open mouthed kiss. Hot breaths mingling and tongues battling. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, ‘I just fucking want you in me, is that too much to ask?’
Changmin’s hands find their way into Jaejoong’s boxer briefs. Kneading his ass cheeks and slowly sliding them off. ‘Jae, why’s there a wet spot on your undies?’ He sneered.
‘Its your fault, too much teasing.’ He successfully kicks of his underwear and they switched places again. The boy on top of him touching every spot his palms could feel. His fingers tracing every contour and reaching down his ass.
His skin seemed to emit unbearable heat he felt he was melting into him. The way their bodies actually fit, like this was the reason they were perfectly built and attracted.
Jaejoong gasped in surprise as Changmin prodded his middle finger into his dry hole as his other hand kept caressing every bit of the other’s body while their tongues can’t seem to get enough of each other’s taste.
His legs wrapped around the man’s torso. His one hand gripping on the other’s erection to get him to fuck him already. His moans stifled in their lip lock but none the less getting louder the deeper Changmin’s fingers delved into him.
‘God- I- Fuck me already!’ He managed to say in between breathes and more kisses.
‘Think you’re ready?’ Changmin was stalling and the other wanted to punch him in the face but it wouldn’t be such a good idea, wouldn’t it?
‘Oh god-’ He was practically thrusting onto the other’s fingers for more, ‘Please, just- huhhhhh-’ He almost sobbed when the fingers left his hole clenching at nothing.
‘AAAAAHH!’ Changmin slowly thrust into him but still made the other scream. His hot breath tried to shush him as he kissed his neck and chest and sucked on his pale skin to subdue the intruding pain.
‘Ohgod, move.’ His mouth hung open and Changmin can hear his husky moans and heavy pants as he started moving. Delicious sounds of pleasure filled his ears and they never seem to stop bouncing off the walls.
He was going deeper and harder and Jaejoong was a thrashing mess screaming for more. He knew that simply, he had hit that spot.
He leaned down to lick and suck on Jaejoong’s nipples and the other was left arching his back off the bed, not knowing where pleasure hit him best. Moaning out Changmin’s name over and over, knowing pretty soon his climax would reach him and he wouldn’t be able to hold back to make this last longer.
Changmin moved to his ears and licked his lobe before whispering dirty jokes and more teases, goosebumps ran through his veins.
‘God, I’m close~’ Jaejoong was about to touch himself when Changmin stopped him. ‘Aaaah! Fuckdamnshit!’ He screamed louder.
‘Not until I’m there, Jae.’
Fuck fuck fuck I’m so so close.
Changmin can feel him clenching tighter and tighter around him, giving him so much pleasure than he’s ever had before. His breaths still unstable and becoming more ragged, ‘Ughhhh~ Fuck, you’re tight-’
Fucking sex god, can I fucking keep you? Jaejoong was panting, ‘GOD I’M REALLY CLOSE DAMMIT!’
Changmin’s finger tips ghost around Jaejoong’s cock, making the other whine out loud. ‘Hnnnng~ Fuck you!’ His grips on Jaejoong’s and pumps him painfully slow, totally in contrast with his thrusts making the bottom flip and his system go haywire.
‘Jae, I’m close… So, so close…’ Changmin’s thrusts were taking both of them over the edge and Jaejoong moaned out loud when he came.
A few more thrusts and he felt Changmin’s cumshot.
His legs still wrapped around the other’s body, not wanting him to pull out yet. Trying to steady his breath after that orgasm, Jaejoong snakes his arms around his neck and pulls him closer. His red pouty lips lightly kissing his nose, his cheeks, his half-lidded eyes and his lips, his hot breath lingering with his own in that little gap between their faces.
They don’t talk, not yet. Changmin finds himself staring at the beautiful man below him, he seems to glow even more. His hand pushes away locks of hair from Jaejoong’s face so he could stare into his eyes.
He tries to look away as he feels himself blush at the loving stare Changmin’s been giving him. He begins to hope it wasn’t a one time thing. Because if it was, then he just fell hard for nothing and he might just not take another risk ever again.
He breathes and tries to push Changmin off, thinking about him. The boy on top pulls out but doesn’t get off, instead he kisses his chest, right on those inked words where his heart was. Then presses his body softly against Jaejoong’s, ‘Happy New Year, Jae~’
Was he sober enough to be even doing this. His head was on his chest and as if it was reflex action, his hand started stroking the boy’s hair, ‘Happy New Year, Changmin.’ His voice shakes a little at the end.
‘Hey,’ his so-called sex god spoke, ‘Would it be okay if we dated?’
Jaejoong’s heart skipped a beat and he tried to disregard the feeling. ‘H-huh?’ I’m officially beyond stupid. He realized when he responded nonchalantly, ‘I-I… I mean, yes.’
‘I was hoping for that.’ He moved up to cuddle beside Jaejoong under the sheets, a smirk on his face.
Jaejoong stared at him as he fell asleep, wondering if it was some drunken question he’d forget in the morning. Insecurities were a bitch, that’s for sure. But the way Changmin looked at him after that mighty fine sex was- He stopped over thinking. He wanted to just rest and wake up tomorrow to find out what went on just now.
- - - - -
He wakes up to a cold morning, he thinks.
He thinks again.
No, he wakes up to a fuzzy morning. Arms embraced him close to someone else’s form and he sighed in relief to find Changmin awake, ‘Good morning, angel!’ he greets and Jaejoong smiles at that.
He stretches his back and turns to face the man who had enough of him to break his heart but he tries not to show it none the less.
‘So,’ Changmin starts off, ‘bath and then breakfast outside? Where do you want our first date to be?’
His heart flutters and his cheeks turn pink and he doesn’t even care. Or maybe he does a little and he tries to lift himself back up, ‘Do we have to go so early in the morning?’
Changmin looks at him, his smile making his eyes uneven and he whispers, ‘It’s three in the afternoon.’
‘But-‘
‘Hm?’
‘I can’t stand.’
He cussed as he sat on his old comfy couch, holding a can of Coke in one hand and the TV remote on the other.
Of all days his mum had to bitch, she chose today. ‘No, you’re not going out tonight!’ and all the other shit a mother says when she’s pissed at the world and picks it all on you. He sighed discontentedly as he shut off the telly. Nothing good is ever on lately.
‘u on yer way to z?’ That reminds him, he didn’t reply to Yunho’s earlier message.
‘no.not going.’ Clearly he was becoming uninterested.
‘well that sucks.’
‘yeah thanks for rubbing it in douche’
‘heh how about chun picks u up later’
‘u mean when mum’s-already-asleep later?’
‘dope man am sure yer pops s fine widat’
‘rite il call u wen she’s snoring already’ And in his head, he’s all ‘OHMOTHERFUCKINGYEAH!!!’
He dressed in a loose paisley-printed tank top, faded slim jeans and a black leather jacket, plus a belt and Keds sneakers before calling Yunho to pick him up at the playground a block away from his house. On his way out he grabbed his house keys, his wallet, cigarettes, a beanie and his camera.
Yunho was practically screaming Jaejoong’s name when they turned the curb towards the meeting spot. The noise from all the partying going on was bringing more hype to the holiday.
Jaejoong slips in the back seat as soon as the sedan pulls up, ‘What are you dressing all hipster for?’ Yoochun teased, ‘Fuck off, I need to get laid.’
‘And dressing all hipster will get you laid?’ Yunho added, Yoochun laughed his heart out. It wasn’t really funny, they were just high, Jaejoong thinks.
They arrive at the bar-slash-exclusive party and Jaejoong was getting offered drinks left and right but he wasn’t taking any of it. Not if it doesn’t come from this one guy he wanted to get his hands on. Or Yunho. Or Yoochun. And just then Yoochun shoves a bottle of beer in his hand.
‘Just in case you’re searching, someone said he’s somewhere on the roof deck. Knock yourself out. That is, if he’s alone.’ Yoochun tells him with a teasing sneer and then Jaejoong squeezes himself through the crowd of dancing bodies.
- - - - -
‘I heard he’s not coming tonight.’ Minho tells Changmin as he orders them each a shot of vodka, sitting on the end of the bar.
‘Dude, its not like I came here just to see him.’ He replies with a smirk.
‘Yeah, it isn’t that, right?’
‘How many shots of this can you take?’ He switches topics and Minho goes along with the stupid conversation of who can hold more drinks without flipping into a pussy.
The scene was slowly getting hot. Alcohol. And girls throwing themselves on Minho as Changmin watches them all walk away with false hope that he’ll look at them the way they want him to. He smirks, how can people not want the thrill of being bisexual?
‘Hey, I’ll just get some fresh air.’ He stands up and proceeds to the roof deck. Fresh air. Screw that stinking pit of sweaty lame asses, dancing to shit music. He digs out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. He looks up to the somewhat starry sky. The world is spinning the other way around.
He looks down onto the busy street a couple of storeys down. He spots cars lining up by the entrance and he wonders what really is it about parties that people want. He knows he isn’t one for it and that Minho was right a while ago.
He heard voices coming towards where he was and he was getting sort of pissed with that. People and people invading his space. He keeps still, thinking they won’t mind him being there. Pretty much, they didn’t, they were going mindless all over. At least it’s not stinking with sweat here.
- - - - -
It took ages before Jaejoong got up to the roof deck. Discreetly, at least. Well, if Jaejoong wasn’t virtually in love with parties and photos and photos of parties then it would’ve been a lot easier. Although, he was itching to have some real air in his lungs and a cigarette, too.
A hollering of curses was heard near the last staircase, crazy bitches getting too carried away with the party, and passing him by. It wasn’t normal how these people loved to get drunk when they can’t handle themselves.
He made his way up and stretched his back to shrug off the stress from the dance floor and the bar and all those and not being able to breathe. He took steps slowly as he fished out a nicotine stick and put it to his lips. ‘where the fuck’s my lighter’ he mumbles to himself as he checks all his pockets and it wasn’t in any.
Too busy fussing, someone clicks a light for him.
Stupidly, he drops his cigarette when he gapes at the person lighting it.
- - - - -
The crowd of skimpy-dressed fuck ups left. He breathes. Then he hears someone yawning then fussing which made him look. Then a smirk decorated his face. He’s here? It’s not such a lame party after all.
He stood up from his spot, taking his lighter out and flicking it for this seemingly perfect boy.
Okay he really does only seem perfect, how stupid is it to drop your cigarette when someone lights it for you? Changmin laughs a little at that because he won’t admit it but he really thinks it was cute.
‘Uh. I’m sorry. A-and thanks.’ Jaejoong mutters as he picks up a new one. Changmin hands him the lighter this time.
Awkward silence. They got the hots for each other and they don’t know what to do, where to begin a conversation or should Jaejoong just give Changmin his lighter back?
He holds onto it. He just stood there, taking long drags and playing with the smoke as he exhales, waiting for the taller boy to ask because he doesn’t know if its fine to call him by name when they haven’t been introduced. Could he just tap his shoulder and hand it back-
‘You’re Jaejoong, if I’m not mistaken.’ Changmin is definitely not mistaken. He’d been watching this man ever since he got back to his neighborhood in Korea. ‘Changmin,’ he reaches a hand out.
Jaejoong is gnarly. He’s undeniably good-looking but he’s extremely spaced most of the time. When your so-called “crush” knows who you are and introduces himself to you-
He mentally shakes his head to knock him out of his reverie. Then he nods gently as he shook his hand. Then it was quiet again.
He smiles and Jaejoong wants to melt into the ground. But he’ll never admit that. ‘Uhm. Can I have my lighter back?’
‘Y-yeah, of course, here.’ There’s a thin line between awkward silence and sexual tension and it vanishes, the moment Jaejoong’s hand brushes against Changmin’s palm to return the red Zippo.
It was like electric shocks running through his veins and he felt like he was blushing all over, he just wants to hide away and take it to himself that the boy is out of his league.
‘So, you like taking pictures?’ Another attempt at small talk.
‘It’s a hobby.’ He smiles at the boys interest, ‘You too?’
‘I like looking at them, at least.’
‘Well, what’s the point of taking pictures if nobody looks at them, anyway?’ Where that came from he doesn’t know but he’s glad he said it. He goes to sit on the bench near the railings and starts capturing the pretty lights through his lens.
He wonders if maybe Changmin might be up for him just like he is. If a person was normal enough, he’d be bored to death after the first failed conversation. ‘Changmin,’ he mutters his name a little too audibly. Oops.
‘Yes, Jaejoong?’
‘N-,’ he pauses, ‘Never mind. It’s nothing.’
‘Jaejoong, would you like to drink?’
‘You want to go back inside?’
‘It’s okay if you don’t want to.’
‘It’s okay if you go on ahead, you must be getting bored.’
‘No, I mean, its okay if you don’t want to drink.’
‘Oh,’ he faces Changmin and points the camera at him, takes a photo and smiles. ‘I’m thinking its either you’re here to get drunk and get some action or you’re actually interested-‘
‘In you? Yes. Get drunk and have sex and not remember how it happened? I don’t know, maybe.’
‘I see. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to take a breather before anything else, so let’s grab a few drinks. Shall we?’
- - - - -
A bottle or two of Absolut Vodka, a hundred blurry photos and a make-out session later… Changmin was stumbling toward his bedroom with a half-naked Jaejoong in his hold.
All awkwardness, gone. Pretty soon, their clothes will be too.
Low groans, friction, tongues and wandering hands. Why is it taking so long to get to the bedroom? Jaejoong makes the kiss rougher in frustration but Changmin wouldn’t let him dominate.
He throws a giggling Jaejoong onto the bed before taking his jacket and shirt off quickly. He doesn’t fail at catching Jaejoong’s reaction when he took his clothes off and he plans to tease.
He hovers the smaller man and traps his hands on his sides as he leaves hot breathy kisses on his abdomen, up to his inked chest, teasing those nipples with his tongue and marking the skin just above his collar bone then lapping on his earlobe.
He caught his lips for the nth time that night. Jaejoong was bucking his hips against Changmin’s, moaning out his begs to get them totally naked.
‘Changmin, please just- oh fuck! Hnng~’ The taller boy was having too much fun hearing him beg, A little more teasing wouldn’t hurt, he thought. A little more grinding before I fuck the daylight out of you.
He was thrashing as he asked for more. Hissing a chain of curses because he wasn’t getting enough and it was very hard.
‘AAAAAAAHHHHH! GODDAMMITJUSTGETMEOUTTATHESEJEANSALREADY! FUCKTHIS-’ Changmin smirks at how impatient Jaejoong could get. His hands smoothly undid the begging man’s belt and zipper then pulled the denim clothing off. Jaejoong tries to do the same but Changmin swats his hands off.
‘Stay still!’ Changmin hissed. Straddling Jaejoong’s waist as he pulled out of his pants. ‘What? Are you just gonna stare at me til next year?’
Jaejoong had to laugh at that joke, it was half an hour before midnight. He propped up on his elbows before sliding up to lean on the pile of pillows. He licked his lips, an invitation.
He pulls Changmin and rolls them over. His tongue tracing a path of saliva on his torso. Jaejoong lightly kisses down the other’s happy trail and back up to his mouth. ‘Sorry Changmin, I don’t do blowj-’ Changmin shuts him up with an open mouthed kiss. Hot breaths mingling and tongues battling. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, ‘I just fucking want you in me, is that too much to ask?’
Changmin’s hands find their way into Jaejoong’s boxer briefs. Kneading his ass cheeks and slowly sliding them off. ‘Jae, why’s there a wet spot on your undies?’ He sneered.
‘Its your fault, too much teasing.’ He successfully kicks of his underwear and they switched places again. The boy on top of him touching every spot his palms could feel. His fingers tracing every contour and reaching down his ass.
His skin seemed to emit unbearable heat he felt he was melting into him. The way their bodies actually fit, like this was the reason they were perfectly built and attracted.
Jaejoong gasped in surprise as Changmin prodded his middle finger into his dry hole as his other hand kept caressing every bit of the other’s body while their tongues can’t seem to get enough of each other’s taste.
His legs wrapped around the man’s torso. His one hand gripping on the other’s erection to get him to fuck him already. His moans stifled in their lip lock but none the less getting louder the deeper Changmin’s fingers delved into him.
‘God- I- Fuck me already!’ He managed to say in between breathes and more kisses.
‘Think you’re ready?’ Changmin was stalling and the other wanted to punch him in the face but it wouldn’t be such a good idea, wouldn’t it?
‘Oh god-’ He was practically thrusting onto the other’s fingers for more, ‘Please, just- huhhhhh-’ He almost sobbed when the fingers left his hole clenching at nothing.
‘AAAAAHH!’ Changmin slowly thrust into him but still made the other scream. His hot breath tried to shush him as he kissed his neck and chest and sucked on his pale skin to subdue the intruding pain.
‘Ohgod, move.’ His mouth hung open and Changmin can hear his husky moans and heavy pants as he started moving. Delicious sounds of pleasure filled his ears and they never seem to stop bouncing off the walls.
He was going deeper and harder and Jaejoong was a thrashing mess screaming for more. He knew that simply, he had hit that spot.
He leaned down to lick and suck on Jaejoong’s nipples and the other was left arching his back off the bed, not knowing where pleasure hit him best. Moaning out Changmin’s name over and over, knowing pretty soon his climax would reach him and he wouldn’t be able to hold back to make this last longer.
Changmin moved to his ears and licked his lobe before whispering dirty jokes and more teases, goosebumps ran through his veins.
‘God, I’m close~’ Jaejoong was about to touch himself when Changmin stopped him. ‘Aaaah! Fuckdamnshit!’ He screamed louder.
‘Not until I’m there, Jae.’
Fuck fuck fuck I’m so so close.
Changmin can feel him clenching tighter and tighter around him, giving him so much pleasure than he’s ever had before. His breaths still unstable and becoming more ragged, ‘Ughhhh~ Fuck, you’re tight-’
Fucking sex god, can I fucking keep you? Jaejoong was panting, ‘GOD I’M REALLY CLOSE DAMMIT!’
Changmin’s finger tips ghost around Jaejoong’s cock, making the other whine out loud. ‘Hnnnng~ Fuck you!’ His grips on Jaejoong’s and pumps him painfully slow, totally in contrast with his thrusts making the bottom flip and his system go haywire.
‘Jae, I’m close… So, so close…’ Changmin’s thrusts were taking both of them over the edge and Jaejoong moaned out loud when he came.
A few more thrusts and he felt Changmin’s cumshot.
His legs still wrapped around the other’s body, not wanting him to pull out yet. Trying to steady his breath after that orgasm, Jaejoong snakes his arms around his neck and pulls him closer. His red pouty lips lightly kissing his nose, his cheeks, his half-lidded eyes and his lips, his hot breath lingering with his own in that little gap between their faces.
They don’t talk, not yet. Changmin finds himself staring at the beautiful man below him, he seems to glow even more. His hand pushes away locks of hair from Jaejoong’s face so he could stare into his eyes.
He tries to look away as he feels himself blush at the loving stare Changmin’s been giving him. He begins to hope it wasn’t a one time thing. Because if it was, then he just fell hard for nothing and he might just not take another risk ever again.
He breathes and tries to push Changmin off, thinking about him. The boy on top pulls out but doesn’t get off, instead he kisses his chest, right on those inked words where his heart was. Then presses his body softly against Jaejoong’s, ‘Happy New Year, Jae~’
Was he sober enough to be even doing this. His head was on his chest and as if it was reflex action, his hand started stroking the boy’s hair, ‘Happy New Year, Changmin.’ His voice shakes a little at the end.
‘Hey,’ his so-called sex god spoke, ‘Would it be okay if we dated?’
Jaejoong’s heart skipped a beat and he tried to disregard the feeling. ‘H-huh?’ I’m officially beyond stupid. He realized when he responded nonchalantly, ‘I-I… I mean, yes.’
‘I was hoping for that.’ He moved up to cuddle beside Jaejoong under the sheets, a smirk on his face.
Jaejoong stared at him as he fell asleep, wondering if it was some drunken question he’d forget in the morning. Insecurities were a bitch, that’s for sure. But the way Changmin looked at him after that mighty fine sex was- He stopped over thinking. He wanted to just rest and wake up tomorrow to find out what went on just now.
- - - - -
He wakes up to a cold morning, he thinks.
He thinks again.
No, he wakes up to a fuzzy morning. Arms embraced him close to someone else’s form and he sighed in relief to find Changmin awake, ‘Good morning, angel!’ he greets and Jaejoong smiles at that.
He stretches his back and turns to face the man who had enough of him to break his heart but he tries not to show it none the less.
‘So,’ Changmin starts off, ‘bath and then breakfast outside? Where do you want our first date to be?’
His heart flutters and his cheeks turn pink and he doesn’t even care. Or maybe he does a little and he tries to lift himself back up, ‘Do we have to go so early in the morning?’
Changmin looks at him, his smile making his eyes uneven and he whispers, ‘It’s three in the afternoon.’
‘But-‘
‘Hm?’
‘I can’t stand.’
A/N: Holidays are over and I haven't done a single homework. I think I'm screwed when Friday comes. Changmin will hate me for that. Well, here's a late greeting for ya'll who read this; Happy New Year! :)
"We sat in an empty theater and we kissed, I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list."
-Bob Dylan
