[Fic] You Know What You Are 2/2
Jan. 10th, 2010 04:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotus_beautyTitle: You Know What You Are
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeKei
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: Did his roommate—his best friend—just check him out?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
Notes: Yes, Keita Tachibana from w-inds.No, apparently I cannot write much more than Jae!pov T.T
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1: Jaejoong and Keita meet their senior year of high school
Jaejoong and Keita arrive home from their holidays the day before classes start again. Keita shows off all the things his family got him, as does Jaejoong, while Jaejoong is also happy to show off his gloves as Keita laughs.
“Did you wear them while texting?” he asks excitedly.
Jaejoong bites back his initial response listing all of the things he could do with the gloves and pointedly responds, “No, I used them practically!” Then he sticks his tongue out like a twelve year old.
So Keita teases him about texting with them on and Jaejoong threatens to not cook dinner. He cooks anyway. While he’s toiling away over the stove, Keita’s chin inexplicably ends up on his shoulder. Jaejoong rolls his eyes and lets Keita taste what he’s cooking so he’ll go away.
He doesn’t.
Keita wraps his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and Jaejoong stops stirring.
“I can wait here, right?” Keita asks innocently, and Jaejoong’s resolve crumbles to the floor.
“Of course.”
He likes the fluttering feeling that starts low in his belly and works its way up to his chest. He leans this way and that for spices and spoons, all the while, Keita leaning with him as he complains at Jaejoong to make it hurry.
“Geez, you sound like you’re having sex,” Jaejoong teases as he pours the alfredo sauce over the noodles.
“Harder! Faster!” Keita moans and Jaejoong nearly drops the pan as he shakes with laughter.
Flirting ends once Keita has his food and Jaejoong isn’t surprised. But Keita helps him clean up and Jaejoong goes to bed content.
Getting into the swing of his new schedule for classes takes a bit more effort, but Jaejoong makes it work and he gets used to his job with this new schedule as well. Things go back to normal, much to Jaejoong’s disappointment and now he realizes he’s looking for those glances and touches he’s gotten so used to. He knows he shouldn’t be, but now he can’t stop. Keita doesn’t mind when Jaejoong sneaks into his room and drapes himself on his shoulders, watching him type. He only wants to borrow Keita’s scissors anyway. He tells himself its payback for Keita clinging to him while he was cooking.
And it hits him a few days later, his birthday is Saturday, and so is the concert. He can’t believe it’s been so long since Keita got him those concert tickets. Jaejoong digs the concert tickets out of an envelope on his desk and puts them on the fridge as a reminder. He isn’t deaf to the exclamation Keita makes that night as he sneaks a snack out of the fridge before bed.
When Saturday arrives, Jaejoong dresses his best (and for the cold weather) and lets his friends drag him out for lunch. Everyone is going to the concert anyway, so why not? Finished stuffing themselves, they make their way to the building where the concert is being held and wait out in the cold, freezing their non-existent butts off to get in for a good spot. But Keita drags Jaejoong off after waiting only half an hour to get something from the Starbucks nearby. Complaining that their friends will be mad, they buy all their friends drinks, but Keita makes Jaejoong stay in the café as he runs the coffee out. Confused, Jaejoong waits, wondering why.
When Keita returns, he pulls the tickets out, points to something on them and says, “We have VIP tickets.”
Jaejoong snatches the tickets out his hands and stares. “WHAT?”
“That means we don’t have to wait in line, and we get in first!” he proclaims proudly.
“How much did you pay for these?” Jaejoong asks immediately. He levels a stare at Keita when the young man’s eyes dart away. “How much?” he repeats.
“Not too much,” Keita answers sheepishly and winces when Jaejoong whacks him with the tickets.
“You didn’t have to buy these for my birthday,” he grumbles, trying to stave off the blush that’s about to hit.
“But, they were gonna go to Micky, and he was willing to pay more than they were worth. He doesn’t even like Epik High as much as you!” Keita whines and Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
“You gotta let me pay you back,” Jaejoong insists.
“We get to meet the band,” Keita blurts out.
“WHAT?” He is effectively distracted.
Keita grins. He’s won. Jaejoong, while on his imagination high, decides he’ll pay Keita back somehow. Maybe with a blowjob, or something just as glorious.
Twenty minutes before they’re to let people in, Keita drags Jaejoong back out into the cold and they sneak to the front of the line to get their VIP wristbands. Keita is so excited, he’s bouncing to stay warm and singing Love Love Love as Jaejoong uses his fingerless gloves to text his friends further down the line to gloat about his VIP wristband. Micky wants to strangle him and Junsu says to get Tablo to sign his butt. Jaejoong replies that he’d have more writing space if he signed Junsu’s ass, and he hears the indignant squawk from around the corner of the building. It hits Jaejoong just what Keita is singing when he starts to sing harmony. He refuses to think it means anything as he texts Junsu to not knock anyone in the concert hall down with his badonkadonk.
The door opens to let VIP fans in as Jaejoong hears his ringtone for Junsu going off in his pocket. It’s too bad Epik High outranks Junsu’s rage or Jaejoong would enjoy teasing the hell out of him.
The floor is empty when they enter, so they go straight to the front as most of the other VIPs get seats up top and alcohol. It’s not long after that the rest of the fans are let in. Keita and Jaejoong are down front, right in the middle of the crowd’s crush as the first opening act comes on. Jaejoong thinks the two opening acts are actually pretty good as he listens to them. Fan tunnel vision doesn’t hit him until just before the main act is to hit the stage. The night from there is all a rush, and Jaejoong knows he’s singing along to every song, pumping his arms, waving his lightstick and pushing against all the other people. But nothing is better than when the band does his favorite song and he’s headbanging like crazy.
When it’s over, it’s all too soon, and Jaejoong wants to live it all again, despite being crushed against so many people and feeling more disgusting than after a day’s workout. His friends find him after the floor is cleared and everyone asks if he had a good birthday to which he replies that he got to high five Tablo. Micky pretends to strangle him and all he can do is laugh. He doesn’t want to come down off of this high. Everyone tugs him over to the goods table and they make him pick out a few things, and buy them for him. Jaejoong has never felt so happy to have the friends he does.
Then Keita leans close and says, “Wanna go to the bar and meet them now?” Jaejoong nods and follows Keita up to the lounge in the building as Micky yells at him to get laid with Tablo. Jaejoong rolls his eyes at the idea and assures himself that he didn’t switch Tablo’s name with Keita. Finally in the lounge, the two sit at the bar and order drinks.
“I need to calm down,” Jaejoong tells Keita with a sheepish grin before he orders a shot, and a coke and rum.
“Just don’t say anything stupid or I’ll act like you paid me to come with you,” Keita threatens and asks for a beer.
Jaejoong downs the shot before nursing his other drink as slowly as he can. He finishes it faster than he means, but it’s a good thing, since the members of the band wander in just after that. Keita keeps him in his seat with a hand on his shoulder, and eventually, the band makes their way over to the bar, Tablo sitting just next to Jaejoong.
Thankfully, Jaejoong doesn’t embarrass himself, and Tablo actually chats with him casually as he orders his drink. Keita pushes a beer into Jaejoong’s hand and Jaejoong is glad to have something to cling to. Eventually, a few of the others wander over and Jaejoong finds himself in a conversation about Seoul with his favorite band. At some point he knows they were speaking in Korean, since Tablo is the only one who speaks English, so Jaejoong translates for Keita when he whines that he doesn’t understand. Finally, Jaejoong breaks down and asks if he can have them sign something, to which they happily agree.
“It’s his birthday,” Keita interjects and Jaejoong has to restrain himself from elbowing Keita in the face, but the band wishes him a happy birthday as he chooses the bandana Taegoon bought for him. When the band is finished signing, Jaejoong thanks them profusely and turns back to the bar as they move away to mingle with their other fans. He smiles at the birthday messages written on the bandana and knows he’ll never wear it.
He’ll never get to sleep tonight.
Once his beer is finished, Jaejoong decides not to push his luck and asks Keita if they can leave. Keita pays for the drinks (after pushing Jaejoong’s wallet away and saying it’s his birthday) and they get bundled up to face the cold. The band wishes them a good night, and a good birthday to Jaejoong again before they make it outside, and Jaejoong is so giddy, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“That was amazing!” Jaejoong knows there are stars in his eyes, but he doesn’t care. He just got to meet and talk to Tablo!
“I like you like this,” Keita tells him with a big grin.
“I like me like this!” Jaejoong proclaims happily. He hasn’t felt so giddy since he was a child on New Years. And then he’s surprised when Keita moves closer and they’re not as far apart as he thought, Keita’s breath mixing with his own in the cold air.
“I like you…” Keita trails off as he leans close and touches their lips together. It doesn’t take Jaejoong that long to respond, he’s used to kissing the people he cares about, but it does take him a full three seconds to realize that Keita didn’t trail off, he meant that phrase as a full sentence. Thank god he’s leaning against the wall (though Keita’s arms around his back are nice) because his knees go weak as the revelation hits him. When the kiss ends, Keita pulls back, but Jaejoong holds fast around his neck, his heart pounding. He doesn’t know what will happen if they let go and the thought scares him. What does it matter if he lets go? Keita is his roommate, he’ll be with him anyway, and yet…
Keita smiles and leans their foreheads together and Jaejoong lets his eyes slip closed, enjoying the warmth. It’s all different now—everything has changed. And now he doesn’t know what to do except let Keita kiss him again, because it feels good and he can’t make himself stop.
They hear a door swing open and Keita moves away like he’s on fire, but that’s exactly what Jaejoong feels like. A group of people laugh as they make their way to the parking lot and Keita is now out of Jaejoong’s reach, hands in his coat pockets as he glances up sheepishly. Jaejoong breathes, finally. He takes one look at Keita and his red cheeks and makes a decision, his heart still pounding in the background.
He moves up against Keita and slips his hand into his coat pocket, threading their fingers together. “Let’s go home,” he murmurs quietly to feel Keita nod and they turn to walk to Keita’s car on the other, far side of the lot.
“It was a damn good concert,” Keita murmurs in his ear as he unlocks the passenger side of his car and Jaejoong lets go of Keita’s hand as a grin splits his face. He looks up at Keita over the top of the car as the young man grins and slips into the driver’s seat. Jaejoong takes his seat and clasps his hands in his lap, promising to keep his hands to himself as Keita starts the car and gets them out of the parking lot. Jaejoong tries to relive the concert in his head as Keita plays Epik High from his iPod, but his mind keeps coming back to the kiss instead.
And he knows he’s finished because he now feels the buzz.
Once they’re home, they make their way into the apartment and as Keita closes the door, Jaejoong corners him against it.
“So, I’m your dirty little secret?” Jaejoong asks, a smirk playing on his lips as Keita scoffs and looks away.
“You’re drunk, and you should go to bed,” he tells Jaejoong with a normal smile. He turns to walk away as a pang rings out in Jaejoong’s chest at the excuse and he grabs Keita’s arm to stop him.
“How long?” he asks, hurt by the brush off. Keita stares at the wall nervously and Jaejoong drops his gaze to the floor. “How long have you liked me?”
Keita doesn’t say a word and Jaejoong slides his hand down his best friend’s arm to take his hand. Keita squeezes his hand, but he still worries about whether he’s made the wrong choice.
“A few years,” Keita replies softly and Jaejoong sighs in relief before he feels embarrassed. He didn’t notice. All this time, and he hasn’t noticed Keita’s feelings for him. He doesn’t even know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” Jaejoong replies awkwardly.
Keita frowns and moves to stand before him. “Why?”
“You should have said something,” Jaejoong answers and bites his lip as he glances down. God, he feels like an idiot. Well, he isn’t the most observant person in the world, and he knows it.
“But I didn’t want you to know.” Keita’s voice is quiet as Jaejoong watches him squeeze his hand. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And classes were more important to both of us.”
Jaejoong shakes his head, amused by the excuse. “Idiot,” he mutters and looks up into Keita’s eyes. He wants to say something, Jaejoong knows it, but he’s not sure if Keita will brush it off again. He can’t let that happen. He leans closer as Keita turns his face away. Jaejoong expects this, but it still frustrates him.
“We really shouldn’t do this,” Keita replies, but Jaejoong knows. If it starts, truly starts, he won’t be able to stop it, and Jaejoong wants it to keep going. He nuzzles Keita’s cheek as he rests his hands behind Keita’s neck. It’s clear that Keita doesn’t know what to do and Jaejoong pulls him into a tight hug, burying his face against Keita’s shoulder. When he feels arms tighten around his back, he knows he’s getting through, if even a bit. He pulls back to touch noses with Keita, feeling the shaky breath from his best friend.
“Jaejoong,” Keita’s voice falters. “Don’t.” No wonder it’s been getting more obvious lately. He wants this—he wants this so much and Jaejoong knows he’s trying not to.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I’m not going to let you walk away from this.” And then he kisses Keita. There’s barely any response at first, but as he puts more into it, he feels Keita’s lips move. Jaejoong traces his fingers over the back of Keita’s neck, and he’s gone, kissing Jaejoong back. The buzz has nothing to do with what Jaejoong is feeling now. There’s no way back and he doesn’t care. As long as Keita is kissing him like this, everything is right where it belongs.
And when the kiss ends, Jaejoong starts another without any resistance. This time, Keita’s hands hold him tightly against his back and Jaejoong’s fingers are tangled in Keita’s hair, the kiss growing deeper. He doesn’t want to let this go—let this end. But it does, and he hesitates starting another as their eyes catch. Jaejoong can finally hear his heart pounding and it feels like it’s going to rip right through his chest. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do.
“We should talk,” he suggests, and is pleased to see Keita nod.
The two break apart and move into the kitchen area and pull chairs out from the table to face each other as they sit. They don’t even bother to turn the lights on. Jaejoong doesn’t mind. The darkness is comforting and he likes the way the light from the street plays against the contours of Keita’s face. It takes them a little while to actually start talking, though.
“You should have told me,” he repeats as Keita gazes at the table and he chews on his lip.
“You liked someone else.” The answer is simple enough.
“But after?” He can see Keita struggling to come up with an excuse, any excuse to keep things from changing. “What’s so wrong with being together?”
“But we’re best friends!” Keita complains. “I don’t want to lose that! What if we break up? We can’t go back to it, and I don’t want to lose my best friend!”
“You’re not going to lose me. Plenty of people consider their significant other to be their best friend,” Jaejoong defends and sighs when Keita refuses to look at him. “We could at least try. It’s pretty damn obvious we’re attracted to each other, and gee, we’ve been best friends for nearly four years. I’d say we get along fine.”
“We shouldn’t.” Keita is scared.
“Don’t say that.” He tries to encourage his best friend.
“Jaejoong.” Keita gives him a look that tries to tell him not to push it.
Jaejoong glances down before taking Keita’s hand. Just a gentle push. “Look, I’m not saying we have to start something immediately. Let’s just…” he brings Keita’s hand up to kiss his knuckles, “see where it goes. Okay?”
Keita sighs and Jaejoong knows there’s affection in his eyes, along with defeat. “Okay.”
Jaejoong smiles and they stand, but he doesn’t want to let go. It seems Keita can sense this and gives him a little smile before pulling him close to kiss his cheek.
“Happy Birthday,” he murmurs and Jaejoong can hear the fondness in his voice as they hug.
Jaejoong doesn’t want to go to bed alone, but he knows if he pushes Keita too much, he won’t get anywhere. When they split to go to their separate rooms, Jaejoong pauses at his door, wanting to say something—anything—to get Keita to come with him. His birthday shouldn’t end like this, but he knows he should be patient. Jaejoong pushes his door open and walks in, feeling empty, if a little hopeful. With a sigh, he takes his jacket off as he kicks his boots off into the corner. He gasps in surprise when a pair of arms wrap around him from behind.
Keita doesn’t say a word, he just holds Jaejoong around the shoulders, and Jaejoong can’t even find it in him to push Keita away. He reaches up to squeeze Keita’s arms, happy to have him there, but scared he’ll walk away again.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” Keita says quietly, and Jaejoong knows this isn’t easy for him.
“I’m not mad.” He kisses Keita’s arm. “But it is my birthday,” he hints.
Keita chuckles quietly. “What do you want?”
He’s giving in, and while it’s technically past midnight, Jaejoong decides to try. “A warm bed?”
Keita sighs. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“Not like that,” Jaejoong grumbles and pulls out of Keita’s grip to face him. “Not yet.” He doesn’t want to have sex with Keita; he just wants to be with him. The revelation hits him as Keita nods and steps closer to catch his gaze, and he realizes just how much he feels for Keita. Sure, he wants to have sex with Keita eventually, but not right this second. That would be careless. “Just… a warm bed.”
“Okay.” Keita nods again and moves away. “Let me get my pajama pants.”
Jaejoong watches Keita leave, amused by the way he manages to escape. If Keita doesn’t come back, all he has to do is drag him out of his room. Or go to in his room. Jaejoong shrugs as he undoes his pants to drop them to the floor. He’s not picky about which bed he sleeps in.
As he pulls his shirt off, he hears water running in the bathroom and realizes that’s probably a good idea. Jaejoong slips into the bathroom as Keita is leaving and pulls out his toothpaste as he glances in the mirror. Keita walks past his own room and goes to Jaejoong’s room. Jaejoong can feel himself grinning and tries not to break the mirror.
Once he’s minty fresh, Jaejoong returns to find Keita laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. He has to wonder if it’s wrong to sleep in his underwear in this situation. He doesn’t get a chance to think about it as Keita reaches up to pull him down onto the bed.
“You have a warm bed, now enjoy it,” he grumbles as he holds Jaejoong close and Jaejoong almost laughs at the petulance.
He just smiles and touches Keita’s chin to tilt it up. “I am.”
Keita’s blush probably goes all the way down to his feet, but Jaejoong doesn’t bother to find out. He just wraps his arms around Keita and coaxes a kiss out of him before snuggling closer and saying goodnight.
He sleeps quite well, contrary to his prediction.
Around 5am, Jaejoong wakes up feeling disoriented. He’s on his side facing his desk with his arm hanging over the side of the bed. And he’s drooling, ugh. Jaejoong wipes his chin and rolls onto his back to realize the weight on his bed is completely different and there’s someone else curled up against the wall his bed is against. He whips his head to the side to see at a sleeping Keita, back against the wall as he sleeps soundly. And Jaejoong just watches for a good thirty seconds before he notices just how cute Keita looks. No matter that they’ve shifted apart during the night, Jaejoong half expects it. It’s been a while since he actually slept with someone. He’s not used to anyone being there. He scoots closer to pull Keita into his arms and the other man snuggles up to him, mumbling something before he slips back into sleep. Jaejoong smiles and closes his eyes. He decides to get used to this.
He’s awakened later, sunlight finally shining against his window blinds as the bed shifts, Keita getting up. Jaejoong grabs the arm using the bed as a stabilizer to hear an amused huff of air.
“I have to pee.”
Jaejoong grins at how paranoid he is about being left and lets go to hear Keita chuckle quietly before he slips out of the room. With a tired sigh, he shifts into the middle of the bed and curls up. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, he’s too damned comfortable and screw it, it’s Sunday. He’s starting to doze when warmth sneaks in behind him and he can’t stop the smile from appearing on his lips.
“Stop looking so smug,” Keita admonishes and Jaejoong can’t. He’s got Keita. He really has Keita. Okay, well not completely, but in a sense, he knows he does. Because when he turns over to steal a kiss, Keita gives in immediately as their arms weave around one another. Keita won’t admit it, but Jaejoong knows Keita was all for him and won’t be anything else.
At the beginning of the week, they each sleep in their own rooms, but Keita gives Jaejoong a kiss goodnight for getting all of this things done—good behavior. Thursday night finds the two studying with Boa at a local Starbucks as they laugh and chatter, studying in between. An hour in, Jaejoong pulls out his laptop to start typing up one of his papers and as he’s moving the mouse around, Keita catches his hand and squeezes it.
“I’m getting a drink, you want anything?” he asks, and Jaejoong shakes his head. Keita looks to Boa who graciously accepts a latte. When Keita leaves, Jaejoong goes back to his screen, but he can feel someone looking at him. Boa is staring at him and he frowns, wondering why.
“He usually grabs your arm,” she relates her thought and Jaejoong can feel his ears burning immediately and knows his face is red when Boa grins. “Oh my god. No way!” she hisses happily and grabs his arm. “For real?”
“Kinda…” Jaejoong trails off and glances at the screen. He can’t believe he’s embarrassed.
“You’re finally together!” she squeaks and grabs his shoulder to shake it, so he lets her. “He’s been into you for so long, I’m so glad!”
The pang hits his chest again and he glances at her in horror. Was he the only one who didn’t notice?
“Oh, Jae.” She lets go and shakes her head. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“God, am I really that awful?” Jaejoong rubs his face and feels more embarrassed than he did ten seconds ago. “Am I really that oblivious?”
“No, I’m the only one who knows,” she says and squeezes his hand. “Honest.”
“It’s true,” Keita says as he sets a passion tea in front of Jaejoong and the blush returns with a vengeance. He grabs the straw and shoves it in the drink to sip at it, hoping it’ll cool his face and make him feel better. The smile Keita gives him helps the latter. He has a feeling there will be a permanent blush on his face all night though.
“Besides,” Boa breaks the silence. “I only know because he asked me if it would be a good idea to ask you out.”
Jaejoong looks to Keita, who blushes slightly and shifts nervously. “And?”
“I told him no, because you were into Yunho at the time, who took a year to realize you liked him,” she pointed out.
“Oh,” is all Jaejoong can say. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.
“Maybe I should have said yes,” Boa mutters as she turns the pages of her textbook and Jaejoong catches Keita’s eyes over his laptop.
Maybe.
When they leave, Boa tells them, “I won’t tell anyone if you’re not sure yet.”
Keita thanks her and Jaejoong just smiles. He likes having Keita all to himself for the time being.
As they’re walking up to the apartment later, Jaejoong says, “She should have said yes.”
Keita drops his keys and stares at him. “What?”
Jaejoong smiles, pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, all without saying a word. He isn’t surprised when Keita hugs him from behind once their coats are off. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Always hiding, Jaejoong thinks as he turns to steal a kiss. That night, his bed is warm.
The next few weeks, Jaejoong is content as Keita tries to figure out how to conduct himself with Jaejoong and juggle his schoolwork. It’s fun to watch Keita’s awkward understanding of their relationship, and he’s enjoying every moment of making it even more awkward. He sneaks up behind Keita while he’s looking in the fridge and kisses him on the cheek as he watches the red creep down his neck. He touches Keita in random places as he passes him in their apartment. Not in public yet, that would be mean. But he likes glancing back to see the smile on Keita’s face. It makes him happy.
His favorite interaction yet, is when he’s sitting on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, studying while watching Mythbusters on TV. Keita crawls up beside him and tries to get his attention by nuzzling his ear. While it definitely gets Jaejoong’s attention, he decides Keita is going to have to work for it.
“Yah!” He shoves Keita away and grumbles, “I’m studying, you dork.”
Keita sits at the side of the coffee table with the most pathetic pout in the world and Jaejoong tries desperately to keep from laughing. He succeeds as Keita moves to slink away. But Jaejoong grabs his arm and pulls him back for a kiss.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t try harder,” he murmurs against Keita’s lips and enjoys the feeling of Keita laughing against him. Jaejoong spends the evening with Keita snuggled up against him, and he actually gets some studying done between busting myths and stolen kisses.
After a while, Keita decides that maybe his grades won’t suffer after all, and Jaejoong realizes he doesn’t need to pry for attention so much. He’s already got it.
It’s finally official the night Keita brings home one red rose for Jaejoong and says, “You were right.”
Jaejoong stares at him in confusion then at the rose for a moment before he sets down the pot holders and takes the rose with a pleased smile. Keita wouldn’t normally say anything with a rose, he’s not the romantic type, but Jaejoong accepts it for what it’s worth. He considers it for a moment before giving Keita a look. “Micky suggested the rose?”
“Yes, yes he did,” he admits with an embarrassed smile.
Jaejoong grins as he looks at the rose again, then back to Keita’s eyes. “Not really my style, but I like it.”
“Yeah, well, Daigo called. He wants his gloves back,” Keita teases.
Jaejoong laughs and knows he should have seen that coming. “It’s not Valentine’s Day.”
“Yet.” Keita moves closer and pulls him into a kiss, and Jaejoong gives it up happily. He wonders why he’s been given a rose, and then realizes why Micky gives roses to his girlfriends—he wants to get laid. He wonders if Keita knows this and then decides he doesn’t care.
Jaejoong sets the rose aside and exchanges it for a spoon. “Hungry?”
Keita’s eyes light up. “Yes!”
Jaejoong knows, from experience, that the way to man’s heart is through his stomach. He knows this, because he is one, and he’s damn hungry himself! Jaejoong finishes up cooking, with some distraction in the form of Keita’s lips on his neck, before ordering Keita to get dishes out. It’s just the two of them, but when he turns around to see the table, Jaejoong is surprised to see Keita has managed to find an small, but pretty sake bottle to use as a vase for the rose. It sits in the middle of the table, and Jaejoong knows he’s blushing at the sight. He curses himself for being a sap and fills the plates with food to distract himself.
Keita kisses him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Keita laughs.
“For giving us a try,” he replies as his arms go around Keita’s middle. His eyes slip closed as he feels arms wrap around him, their foreheads touching.
“Who were we kidding anyway?” Keita asks and Jaejoong laughs before stealing a kiss. He then coaxes Keita to the table (which doesn’t take much) and they finally sit down to eat. Keita praises his cooking skills and Jaejoong rolls his eyes in amusement. True, he’s never cooked this recipe before, but it’s not that difficult. He has to admit, he did pretty good, but he can’t help from snickering when Keita goes for seconds.
Once they’re finished (and Keita’s finally full) they make small talk and Jaejoong sneaks a mint out of the candy he brought from home after New Years. If he’s going to be making out with his boyfriend later, he’s damn well going to taste good. Keita excuses himself to the bathroom and Jaejoong takes it upon himself to clean up, pondering his ‘boyfriend’. He smiles and realizes he doesn’t care what he calls Keita, as long as Keita’s with him. He’s about to grab the sponge to clean the dishes when a hand stops his and Keita brings it up to kiss it.
Jaejoong grins. He doesn’t want to clean the dishes anyway.
With one step, Jaejoong is nose to nose with Keita and steals a kiss himself, pleased when Keita deepens it. He maneuvers them toward the hallway, content in taking control of the situation if he can. When Keita pins him against the wall just outside of his bedroom, Jaejoong knows it’s going the way he wants, and stops caring as Keita’s lips trail kisses down his jaw and then the young man nibbles down his neck. Definitely the right direction.
And that’s when he notices. “You stole my mint!”
Keita grins, mint between his teeth. And Jaejoong kisses him, trying to get it back while thoroughly enjoying the kiss. Eventually, he gets the mint back, but not before they’re in his room, and Keita has his legs against his bed.
“Sneaky bastard,” Jaejoong manages before Keita’s lips are on his again. Two can play at this game! Jaejoong tugs Keita’s tie loose, tossing it to the floor before he goes after the buttons on his shirt. Keita’s hands are already under the hem of Jaejoong’s shirt and soon both pieces of clothing are on the floor, pants following soon after. Jaejoong gets distracted by Keita’s lips as he lets the young man push his underwear off and by the time the kiss is ending, Jaejoong slips out of Keita’s grasp and back onto his bed. He waits as Keita kicks his boxers off and lets him crawl atop, enjoying the feel of Keita’s body against his own. This is what he’s been wanting.
It’s three or four kisses and gropes later that Jaejoong realizes they’re laying the opposite way on the bed, and has to force himself to stop Keita’s hand on his thigh so he can get them moved. Pushing up against Keita, he takes over and decides to improvise. He keeps one hand’s pressure on Keita’s chest to push him until the young man is backed up against the pillows at the head of his bed, leaning back against them as Jaejoong slips into his lap. Much better. With a smirk, he steals a short kiss before leaning to the side to dig through his bedside table’s drawer.
“I know you haven’t done this before,” he says calmly as he retrieves exactly what they need.
“I have.”
Jaejoong stares at Keita, who blushes and glances away. “Really?”
“Once.”
Not much experience, but some. “Good.” He smiles and holds out the tube.
“You want me to do it?” He’s clearly surprised, and Jaejoong has to bite back a grin as he nuzzles Keita. He has to do this right, or Keita won’t believe him, even if it’s true.
“Feels better when someone else does it,” he murmurs and steals a kiss, and it works. He enjoys watching Keita fumble with the tube at first, awkward blush painting his cheeks, but Jaejoong can feel one burning into his own cheeks as a finger slips into him. Keita glances up as their eyes catch and Jaejoong leans down to kiss Keita, wondering if he’s ever really been this open with someone before. He gasps against Keita’s lips as he feels another finger join the first, moving his hips slightly as he grows more comfortable.
Jaejoong doesn’t bother to stop the soft moan that escapes as he knows he wants more. He’ll be in a world of trouble if Keita starts to bite his shoulders or collar bones—he likes that way too much. And he knows he’s doomed as he feels Keita’s teeth tease over his collar bones and his hips buck at the feeling. He doesn’t want to wait anymore.
Concentrating, Jaejoong finally tears open the condom package in his hand and presses a kiss to Keita’s lips as he snakes a hand down between them. He’s done this enough times to do it without looking, but glances down anyway and can’t help teasing Keita a little, enjoying the little gasp he gets from his lover as he does so. This should be awkward, but it’s not, and Jaejoong is turned on by every little noise Keita makes as he teases Keita just a bit more by spreading the lube over his cock.
He lets out a sigh as Keita’s fingers disappear, but hands rest on his hips, guiding him closer. He touches their foreheads together as he lowers himself onto his lover until he’s fully in. Jaejoong knows Keita’s trying to hold back as his fingers dig into his hips. So Jaejoong does the next best thing—he moves. And he hears Keita curse against his shoulder before tilting his head up to capture Jaejoong’s lips. He’ s moving slow enough to draw the kiss out until Keita breaks it to moan softly. And Jaejoong can’t stop his hips from moving faster.
He’s concentrating on Keita’s responses, but starts to lose himself to the feeling. Soft moans echo off the walls as gasps turning desperate mix with the sound of their thighs lightly slapping one another and the bed creaking with their movements. Keita bites his collar bone again and Jaejoong finds himself slowing, just so he can feel it again. But his hips jerk up at the feeling of a hand around his cock, and he fights to control his body. He knows his fingers are twisting in Keita’s hair, but Keita’s nails are digging into Jaejoong’s lower back now as his other hand works. He didn’t realize it would feel this good.
Jaejoong knows he’s getting close and realizes he doesn’t want this to end. He slows down just enough to hear Keita whimper and urge him to move faster. It’s just desperate enough to convince him and he obeys. It’s not long before Keita is gasping against his neck as he shudders and Jaejoong keeps moving—he’s so close. Keita’s hand squeezes around his cock as he moans, and Jaejoong feels Keita’s hand twist, pushing him over. His head falls back as he thrusts up into Keita’s hand, a shudder running up his spine as he comes between them. He’s left gasping and leans heavily against Keita when it’s over.
Jaejoong is running his fingers through the back of Keita’s hair when he finally hears a sigh of contentment. He smiles and leans back to steal a kiss from his lover. Jaejoong can’t help the smile that springs up on his lips afterward. He doesn’t know why he’s so happy, but he can feel Keita grinning against his shoulder as well.
“We made a mess,” Keita says and kisses his shoulder.
Jaejoong shrugs. “We’ll just make a bigger one later.” He feels Keita’s shoulders shake from silent laughter. “Or a few normal ones.”
Keita snickers. “You overestimate my stamina.”
Jaejoong pulls back to grab a box of tissues and clean them up. “I’m sure your stamina is well matched.” He glances up to see the devious smirk on Keita’s lips and is glad he got the implication.
Once clean, they shift to lay down together, coming down off the high and saving their energy. At least, that’s what Jaejoong hopes. He likes Keita’s absentminded touches as they talk though. It’s an hour and two glasses of water later before Keita’s touching takes a wayward turn. And Jaejoong likes every moment.
The next morning, Jaejoong wakes with a smile at the warm body he’s spooned behind. Now this is what he’s always wanted. He presses a line of kisses to Keita’s shoulder to feel him shift and take a breath. Keita then turns in his arms and steals a kiss.
“Erm, morning breath,” Keita grumbles and rubs his eyes as Jaejoong laughs. Insult or not, that’s just too adorable for him to ignore. Keita murmurs something and pulls Jaejoong closer, burying his face into Jaejoong’s neck. Jaejoong wants to wake up to this every day.
He steals kiss after kiss out of Keita before the young man is fully awake enough to give up a longer, deeper kiss.
“Jaejoong.” Keita pouts.
“Hm?” Jaejoong nuzzles him.
“I’m hungry.”
“So?” He raises an eyebrow. He knows it’s coming.
“Make me breakfast?” Keita tries for his best puppy dog eyes, but Jaejoong is not swayed.
“Yah! What am I to you? Your cooking slave?!” Jaejoong fails to keep a smile hidden as Keita laughs and grabs him to pull him close.
“You know exactly what you are.” Keita’s smile coaxes Jaejoong closer for a kiss. And he does know—it’s exactly what Keita is to him.
Everything.
~omake~
Jaejoong holds out a spoon to Keita. “Here, try this.”
“What is it?” Keita eyes the spoon suspiciously.
“Trust me! You’ll like it!”
“What. Is. It?”
Jaejoong laughs and keeps the spoon hovering in front of Keita’s lips. “Mango sorbet.”
Keita takes the bite and has a contemplative look before it turns to a smile and he opens his mouth for more. “Aaaaaah!” Jaejoong laughs and spoons out another bite before he sits on the couch next to Keita. Now he has to feed the both of them, all because he was feeling generous. But Jaejoong doesn’t mind.
He likes kissing the mango off of Keita’s lips.
yay ^_^ enjoy? comments are ♥ i need plot ideas T__T;
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeKei
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: Did his roommate—his best friend—just check him out?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
Notes: Yes, Keita Tachibana from w-inds.
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hug______ & feelthe_hug1: Jaejoong and Keita meet their senior year of high school
Jaejoong and Keita arrive home from their holidays the day before classes start again. Keita shows off all the things his family got him, as does Jaejoong, while Jaejoong is also happy to show off his gloves as Keita laughs.
“Did you wear them while texting?” he asks excitedly.
Jaejoong bites back his initial response listing all of the things he could do with the gloves and pointedly responds, “No, I used them practically!” Then he sticks his tongue out like a twelve year old.
So Keita teases him about texting with them on and Jaejoong threatens to not cook dinner. He cooks anyway. While he’s toiling away over the stove, Keita’s chin inexplicably ends up on his shoulder. Jaejoong rolls his eyes and lets Keita taste what he’s cooking so he’ll go away.
He doesn’t.
Keita wraps his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and Jaejoong stops stirring.
“I can wait here, right?” Keita asks innocently, and Jaejoong’s resolve crumbles to the floor.
“Of course.”
He likes the fluttering feeling that starts low in his belly and works its way up to his chest. He leans this way and that for spices and spoons, all the while, Keita leaning with him as he complains at Jaejoong to make it hurry.
“Geez, you sound like you’re having sex,” Jaejoong teases as he pours the alfredo sauce over the noodles.
“Harder! Faster!” Keita moans and Jaejoong nearly drops the pan as he shakes with laughter.
Flirting ends once Keita has his food and Jaejoong isn’t surprised. But Keita helps him clean up and Jaejoong goes to bed content.
Getting into the swing of his new schedule for classes takes a bit more effort, but Jaejoong makes it work and he gets used to his job with this new schedule as well. Things go back to normal, much to Jaejoong’s disappointment and now he realizes he’s looking for those glances and touches he’s gotten so used to. He knows he shouldn’t be, but now he can’t stop. Keita doesn’t mind when Jaejoong sneaks into his room and drapes himself on his shoulders, watching him type. He only wants to borrow Keita’s scissors anyway. He tells himself its payback for Keita clinging to him while he was cooking.
And it hits him a few days later, his birthday is Saturday, and so is the concert. He can’t believe it’s been so long since Keita got him those concert tickets. Jaejoong digs the concert tickets out of an envelope on his desk and puts them on the fridge as a reminder. He isn’t deaf to the exclamation Keita makes that night as he sneaks a snack out of the fridge before bed.
When Saturday arrives, Jaejoong dresses his best (and for the cold weather) and lets his friends drag him out for lunch. Everyone is going to the concert anyway, so why not? Finished stuffing themselves, they make their way to the building where the concert is being held and wait out in the cold, freezing their non-existent butts off to get in for a good spot. But Keita drags Jaejoong off after waiting only half an hour to get something from the Starbucks nearby. Complaining that their friends will be mad, they buy all their friends drinks, but Keita makes Jaejoong stay in the café as he runs the coffee out. Confused, Jaejoong waits, wondering why.
When Keita returns, he pulls the tickets out, points to something on them and says, “We have VIP tickets.”
Jaejoong snatches the tickets out his hands and stares. “WHAT?”
“That means we don’t have to wait in line, and we get in first!” he proclaims proudly.
“How much did you pay for these?” Jaejoong asks immediately. He levels a stare at Keita when the young man’s eyes dart away. “How much?” he repeats.
“Not too much,” Keita answers sheepishly and winces when Jaejoong whacks him with the tickets.
“You didn’t have to buy these for my birthday,” he grumbles, trying to stave off the blush that’s about to hit.
“But, they were gonna go to Micky, and he was willing to pay more than they were worth. He doesn’t even like Epik High as much as you!” Keita whines and Jaejoong rolls his eyes.
“You gotta let me pay you back,” Jaejoong insists.
“We get to meet the band,” Keita blurts out.
“WHAT?” He is effectively distracted.
Keita grins. He’s won. Jaejoong, while on his imagination high, decides he’ll pay Keita back somehow. Maybe with a blowjob, or something just as glorious.
Twenty minutes before they’re to let people in, Keita drags Jaejoong back out into the cold and they sneak to the front of the line to get their VIP wristbands. Keita is so excited, he’s bouncing to stay warm and singing Love Love Love as Jaejoong uses his fingerless gloves to text his friends further down the line to gloat about his VIP wristband. Micky wants to strangle him and Junsu says to get Tablo to sign his butt. Jaejoong replies that he’d have more writing space if he signed Junsu’s ass, and he hears the indignant squawk from around the corner of the building. It hits Jaejoong just what Keita is singing when he starts to sing harmony. He refuses to think it means anything as he texts Junsu to not knock anyone in the concert hall down with his badonkadonk.
The door opens to let VIP fans in as Jaejoong hears his ringtone for Junsu going off in his pocket. It’s too bad Epik High outranks Junsu’s rage or Jaejoong would enjoy teasing the hell out of him.
The floor is empty when they enter, so they go straight to the front as most of the other VIPs get seats up top and alcohol. It’s not long after that the rest of the fans are let in. Keita and Jaejoong are down front, right in the middle of the crowd’s crush as the first opening act comes on. Jaejoong thinks the two opening acts are actually pretty good as he listens to them. Fan tunnel vision doesn’t hit him until just before the main act is to hit the stage. The night from there is all a rush, and Jaejoong knows he’s singing along to every song, pumping his arms, waving his lightstick and pushing against all the other people. But nothing is better than when the band does his favorite song and he’s headbanging like crazy.
When it’s over, it’s all too soon, and Jaejoong wants to live it all again, despite being crushed against so many people and feeling more disgusting than after a day’s workout. His friends find him after the floor is cleared and everyone asks if he had a good birthday to which he replies that he got to high five Tablo. Micky pretends to strangle him and all he can do is laugh. He doesn’t want to come down off of this high. Everyone tugs him over to the goods table and they make him pick out a few things, and buy them for him. Jaejoong has never felt so happy to have the friends he does.
Then Keita leans close and says, “Wanna go to the bar and meet them now?” Jaejoong nods and follows Keita up to the lounge in the building as Micky yells at him to get laid with Tablo. Jaejoong rolls his eyes at the idea and assures himself that he didn’t switch Tablo’s name with Keita. Finally in the lounge, the two sit at the bar and order drinks.
“I need to calm down,” Jaejoong tells Keita with a sheepish grin before he orders a shot, and a coke and rum.
“Just don’t say anything stupid or I’ll act like you paid me to come with you,” Keita threatens and asks for a beer.
Jaejoong downs the shot before nursing his other drink as slowly as he can. He finishes it faster than he means, but it’s a good thing, since the members of the band wander in just after that. Keita keeps him in his seat with a hand on his shoulder, and eventually, the band makes their way over to the bar, Tablo sitting just next to Jaejoong.
Thankfully, Jaejoong doesn’t embarrass himself, and Tablo actually chats with him casually as he orders his drink. Keita pushes a beer into Jaejoong’s hand and Jaejoong is glad to have something to cling to. Eventually, a few of the others wander over and Jaejoong finds himself in a conversation about Seoul with his favorite band. At some point he knows they were speaking in Korean, since Tablo is the only one who speaks English, so Jaejoong translates for Keita when he whines that he doesn’t understand. Finally, Jaejoong breaks down and asks if he can have them sign something, to which they happily agree.
“It’s his birthday,” Keita interjects and Jaejoong has to restrain himself from elbowing Keita in the face, but the band wishes him a happy birthday as he chooses the bandana Taegoon bought for him. When the band is finished signing, Jaejoong thanks them profusely and turns back to the bar as they move away to mingle with their other fans. He smiles at the birthday messages written on the bandana and knows he’ll never wear it.
He’ll never get to sleep tonight.
Once his beer is finished, Jaejoong decides not to push his luck and asks Keita if they can leave. Keita pays for the drinks (after pushing Jaejoong’s wallet away and saying it’s his birthday) and they get bundled up to face the cold. The band wishes them a good night, and a good birthday to Jaejoong again before they make it outside, and Jaejoong is so giddy, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“That was amazing!” Jaejoong knows there are stars in his eyes, but he doesn’t care. He just got to meet and talk to Tablo!
“I like you like this,” Keita tells him with a big grin.
“I like me like this!” Jaejoong proclaims happily. He hasn’t felt so giddy since he was a child on New Years. And then he’s surprised when Keita moves closer and they’re not as far apart as he thought, Keita’s breath mixing with his own in the cold air.
“I like you…” Keita trails off as he leans close and touches their lips together. It doesn’t take Jaejoong that long to respond, he’s used to kissing the people he cares about, but it does take him a full three seconds to realize that Keita didn’t trail off, he meant that phrase as a full sentence. Thank god he’s leaning against the wall (though Keita’s arms around his back are nice) because his knees go weak as the revelation hits him. When the kiss ends, Keita pulls back, but Jaejoong holds fast around his neck, his heart pounding. He doesn’t know what will happen if they let go and the thought scares him. What does it matter if he lets go? Keita is his roommate, he’ll be with him anyway, and yet…
Keita smiles and leans their foreheads together and Jaejoong lets his eyes slip closed, enjoying the warmth. It’s all different now—everything has changed. And now he doesn’t know what to do except let Keita kiss him again, because it feels good and he can’t make himself stop.
They hear a door swing open and Keita moves away like he’s on fire, but that’s exactly what Jaejoong feels like. A group of people laugh as they make their way to the parking lot and Keita is now out of Jaejoong’s reach, hands in his coat pockets as he glances up sheepishly. Jaejoong breathes, finally. He takes one look at Keita and his red cheeks and makes a decision, his heart still pounding in the background.
He moves up against Keita and slips his hand into his coat pocket, threading their fingers together. “Let’s go home,” he murmurs quietly to feel Keita nod and they turn to walk to Keita’s car on the other, far side of the lot.
“It was a damn good concert,” Keita murmurs in his ear as he unlocks the passenger side of his car and Jaejoong lets go of Keita’s hand as a grin splits his face. He looks up at Keita over the top of the car as the young man grins and slips into the driver’s seat. Jaejoong takes his seat and clasps his hands in his lap, promising to keep his hands to himself as Keita starts the car and gets them out of the parking lot. Jaejoong tries to relive the concert in his head as Keita plays Epik High from his iPod, but his mind keeps coming back to the kiss instead.
And he knows he’s finished because he now feels the buzz.
Once they’re home, they make their way into the apartment and as Keita closes the door, Jaejoong corners him against it.
“So, I’m your dirty little secret?” Jaejoong asks, a smirk playing on his lips as Keita scoffs and looks away.
“You’re drunk, and you should go to bed,” he tells Jaejoong with a normal smile. He turns to walk away as a pang rings out in Jaejoong’s chest at the excuse and he grabs Keita’s arm to stop him.
“How long?” he asks, hurt by the brush off. Keita stares at the wall nervously and Jaejoong drops his gaze to the floor. “How long have you liked me?”
Keita doesn’t say a word and Jaejoong slides his hand down his best friend’s arm to take his hand. Keita squeezes his hand, but he still worries about whether he’s made the wrong choice.
“A few years,” Keita replies softly and Jaejoong sighs in relief before he feels embarrassed. He didn’t notice. All this time, and he hasn’t noticed Keita’s feelings for him. He doesn’t even know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” Jaejoong replies awkwardly.
Keita frowns and moves to stand before him. “Why?”
“You should have said something,” Jaejoong answers and bites his lip as he glances down. God, he feels like an idiot. Well, he isn’t the most observant person in the world, and he knows it.
“But I didn’t want you to know.” Keita’s voice is quiet as Jaejoong watches him squeeze his hand. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And classes were more important to both of us.”
Jaejoong shakes his head, amused by the excuse. “Idiot,” he mutters and looks up into Keita’s eyes. He wants to say something, Jaejoong knows it, but he’s not sure if Keita will brush it off again. He can’t let that happen. He leans closer as Keita turns his face away. Jaejoong expects this, but it still frustrates him.
“We really shouldn’t do this,” Keita replies, but Jaejoong knows. If it starts, truly starts, he won’t be able to stop it, and Jaejoong wants it to keep going. He nuzzles Keita’s cheek as he rests his hands behind Keita’s neck. It’s clear that Keita doesn’t know what to do and Jaejoong pulls him into a tight hug, burying his face against Keita’s shoulder. When he feels arms tighten around his back, he knows he’s getting through, if even a bit. He pulls back to touch noses with Keita, feeling the shaky breath from his best friend.
“Jaejoong,” Keita’s voice falters. “Don’t.” No wonder it’s been getting more obvious lately. He wants this—he wants this so much and Jaejoong knows he’s trying not to.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I’m not going to let you walk away from this.” And then he kisses Keita. There’s barely any response at first, but as he puts more into it, he feels Keita’s lips move. Jaejoong traces his fingers over the back of Keita’s neck, and he’s gone, kissing Jaejoong back. The buzz has nothing to do with what Jaejoong is feeling now. There’s no way back and he doesn’t care. As long as Keita is kissing him like this, everything is right where it belongs.
And when the kiss ends, Jaejoong starts another without any resistance. This time, Keita’s hands hold him tightly against his back and Jaejoong’s fingers are tangled in Keita’s hair, the kiss growing deeper. He doesn’t want to let this go—let this end. But it does, and he hesitates starting another as their eyes catch. Jaejoong can finally hear his heart pounding and it feels like it’s going to rip right through his chest. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do.
“We should talk,” he suggests, and is pleased to see Keita nod.
The two break apart and move into the kitchen area and pull chairs out from the table to face each other as they sit. They don’t even bother to turn the lights on. Jaejoong doesn’t mind. The darkness is comforting and he likes the way the light from the street plays against the contours of Keita’s face. It takes them a little while to actually start talking, though.
“You should have told me,” he repeats as Keita gazes at the table and he chews on his lip.
“You liked someone else.” The answer is simple enough.
“But after?” He can see Keita struggling to come up with an excuse, any excuse to keep things from changing. “What’s so wrong with being together?”
“But we’re best friends!” Keita complains. “I don’t want to lose that! What if we break up? We can’t go back to it, and I don’t want to lose my best friend!”
“You’re not going to lose me. Plenty of people consider their significant other to be their best friend,” Jaejoong defends and sighs when Keita refuses to look at him. “We could at least try. It’s pretty damn obvious we’re attracted to each other, and gee, we’ve been best friends for nearly four years. I’d say we get along fine.”
“We shouldn’t.” Keita is scared.
“Don’t say that.” He tries to encourage his best friend.
“Jaejoong.” Keita gives him a look that tries to tell him not to push it.
Jaejoong glances down before taking Keita’s hand. Just a gentle push. “Look, I’m not saying we have to start something immediately. Let’s just…” he brings Keita’s hand up to kiss his knuckles, “see where it goes. Okay?”
Keita sighs and Jaejoong knows there’s affection in his eyes, along with defeat. “Okay.”
Jaejoong smiles and they stand, but he doesn’t want to let go. It seems Keita can sense this and gives him a little smile before pulling him close to kiss his cheek.
“Happy Birthday,” he murmurs and Jaejoong can hear the fondness in his voice as they hug.
Jaejoong doesn’t want to go to bed alone, but he knows if he pushes Keita too much, he won’t get anywhere. When they split to go to their separate rooms, Jaejoong pauses at his door, wanting to say something—anything—to get Keita to come with him. His birthday shouldn’t end like this, but he knows he should be patient. Jaejoong pushes his door open and walks in, feeling empty, if a little hopeful. With a sigh, he takes his jacket off as he kicks his boots off into the corner. He gasps in surprise when a pair of arms wrap around him from behind.
Keita doesn’t say a word, he just holds Jaejoong around the shoulders, and Jaejoong can’t even find it in him to push Keita away. He reaches up to squeeze Keita’s arms, happy to have him there, but scared he’ll walk away again.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” Keita says quietly, and Jaejoong knows this isn’t easy for him.
“I’m not mad.” He kisses Keita’s arm. “But it is my birthday,” he hints.
Keita chuckles quietly. “What do you want?”
He’s giving in, and while it’s technically past midnight, Jaejoong decides to try. “A warm bed?”
Keita sighs. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“Not like that,” Jaejoong grumbles and pulls out of Keita’s grip to face him. “Not yet.” He doesn’t want to have sex with Keita; he just wants to be with him. The revelation hits him as Keita nods and steps closer to catch his gaze, and he realizes just how much he feels for Keita. Sure, he wants to have sex with Keita eventually, but not right this second. That would be careless. “Just… a warm bed.”
“Okay.” Keita nods again and moves away. “Let me get my pajama pants.”
Jaejoong watches Keita leave, amused by the way he manages to escape. If Keita doesn’t come back, all he has to do is drag him out of his room. Or go to in his room. Jaejoong shrugs as he undoes his pants to drop them to the floor. He’s not picky about which bed he sleeps in.
As he pulls his shirt off, he hears water running in the bathroom and realizes that’s probably a good idea. Jaejoong slips into the bathroom as Keita is leaving and pulls out his toothpaste as he glances in the mirror. Keita walks past his own room and goes to Jaejoong’s room. Jaejoong can feel himself grinning and tries not to break the mirror.
Once he’s minty fresh, Jaejoong returns to find Keita laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. He has to wonder if it’s wrong to sleep in his underwear in this situation. He doesn’t get a chance to think about it as Keita reaches up to pull him down onto the bed.
“You have a warm bed, now enjoy it,” he grumbles as he holds Jaejoong close and Jaejoong almost laughs at the petulance.
He just smiles and touches Keita’s chin to tilt it up. “I am.”
Keita’s blush probably goes all the way down to his feet, but Jaejoong doesn’t bother to find out. He just wraps his arms around Keita and coaxes a kiss out of him before snuggling closer and saying goodnight.
He sleeps quite well, contrary to his prediction.
Around 5am, Jaejoong wakes up feeling disoriented. He’s on his side facing his desk with his arm hanging over the side of the bed. And he’s drooling, ugh. Jaejoong wipes his chin and rolls onto his back to realize the weight on his bed is completely different and there’s someone else curled up against the wall his bed is against. He whips his head to the side to see at a sleeping Keita, back against the wall as he sleeps soundly. And Jaejoong just watches for a good thirty seconds before he notices just how cute Keita looks. No matter that they’ve shifted apart during the night, Jaejoong half expects it. It’s been a while since he actually slept with someone. He’s not used to anyone being there. He scoots closer to pull Keita into his arms and the other man snuggles up to him, mumbling something before he slips back into sleep. Jaejoong smiles and closes his eyes. He decides to get used to this.
He’s awakened later, sunlight finally shining against his window blinds as the bed shifts, Keita getting up. Jaejoong grabs the arm using the bed as a stabilizer to hear an amused huff of air.
“I have to pee.”
Jaejoong grins at how paranoid he is about being left and lets go to hear Keita chuckle quietly before he slips out of the room. With a tired sigh, he shifts into the middle of the bed and curls up. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, he’s too damned comfortable and screw it, it’s Sunday. He’s starting to doze when warmth sneaks in behind him and he can’t stop the smile from appearing on his lips.
“Stop looking so smug,” Keita admonishes and Jaejoong can’t. He’s got Keita. He really has Keita. Okay, well not completely, but in a sense, he knows he does. Because when he turns over to steal a kiss, Keita gives in immediately as their arms weave around one another. Keita won’t admit it, but Jaejoong knows Keita was all for him and won’t be anything else.
At the beginning of the week, they each sleep in their own rooms, but Keita gives Jaejoong a kiss goodnight for getting all of this things done—good behavior. Thursday night finds the two studying with Boa at a local Starbucks as they laugh and chatter, studying in between. An hour in, Jaejoong pulls out his laptop to start typing up one of his papers and as he’s moving the mouse around, Keita catches his hand and squeezes it.
“I’m getting a drink, you want anything?” he asks, and Jaejoong shakes his head. Keita looks to Boa who graciously accepts a latte. When Keita leaves, Jaejoong goes back to his screen, but he can feel someone looking at him. Boa is staring at him and he frowns, wondering why.
“He usually grabs your arm,” she relates her thought and Jaejoong can feel his ears burning immediately and knows his face is red when Boa grins. “Oh my god. No way!” she hisses happily and grabs his arm. “For real?”
“Kinda…” Jaejoong trails off and glances at the screen. He can’t believe he’s embarrassed.
“You’re finally together!” she squeaks and grabs his shoulder to shake it, so he lets her. “He’s been into you for so long, I’m so glad!”
The pang hits his chest again and he glances at her in horror. Was he the only one who didn’t notice?
“Oh, Jae.” She lets go and shakes her head. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“God, am I really that awful?” Jaejoong rubs his face and feels more embarrassed than he did ten seconds ago. “Am I really that oblivious?”
“No, I’m the only one who knows,” she says and squeezes his hand. “Honest.”
“It’s true,” Keita says as he sets a passion tea in front of Jaejoong and the blush returns with a vengeance. He grabs the straw and shoves it in the drink to sip at it, hoping it’ll cool his face and make him feel better. The smile Keita gives him helps the latter. He has a feeling there will be a permanent blush on his face all night though.
“Besides,” Boa breaks the silence. “I only know because he asked me if it would be a good idea to ask you out.”
Jaejoong looks to Keita, who blushes slightly and shifts nervously. “And?”
“I told him no, because you were into Yunho at the time, who took a year to realize you liked him,” she pointed out.
“Oh,” is all Jaejoong can say. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.
“Maybe I should have said yes,” Boa mutters as she turns the pages of her textbook and Jaejoong catches Keita’s eyes over his laptop.
Maybe.
When they leave, Boa tells them, “I won’t tell anyone if you’re not sure yet.”
Keita thanks her and Jaejoong just smiles. He likes having Keita all to himself for the time being.
As they’re walking up to the apartment later, Jaejoong says, “She should have said yes.”
Keita drops his keys and stares at him. “What?”
Jaejoong smiles, pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, all without saying a word. He isn’t surprised when Keita hugs him from behind once their coats are off. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Always hiding, Jaejoong thinks as he turns to steal a kiss. That night, his bed is warm.
The next few weeks, Jaejoong is content as Keita tries to figure out how to conduct himself with Jaejoong and juggle his schoolwork. It’s fun to watch Keita’s awkward understanding of their relationship, and he’s enjoying every moment of making it even more awkward. He sneaks up behind Keita while he’s looking in the fridge and kisses him on the cheek as he watches the red creep down his neck. He touches Keita in random places as he passes him in their apartment. Not in public yet, that would be mean. But he likes glancing back to see the smile on Keita’s face. It makes him happy.
His favorite interaction yet, is when he’s sitting on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, studying while watching Mythbusters on TV. Keita crawls up beside him and tries to get his attention by nuzzling his ear. While it definitely gets Jaejoong’s attention, he decides Keita is going to have to work for it.
“Yah!” He shoves Keita away and grumbles, “I’m studying, you dork.”
Keita sits at the side of the coffee table with the most pathetic pout in the world and Jaejoong tries desperately to keep from laughing. He succeeds as Keita moves to slink away. But Jaejoong grabs his arm and pulls him back for a kiss.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t try harder,” he murmurs against Keita’s lips and enjoys the feeling of Keita laughing against him. Jaejoong spends the evening with Keita snuggled up against him, and he actually gets some studying done between busting myths and stolen kisses.
After a while, Keita decides that maybe his grades won’t suffer after all, and Jaejoong realizes he doesn’t need to pry for attention so much. He’s already got it.
It’s finally official the night Keita brings home one red rose for Jaejoong and says, “You were right.”
Jaejoong stares at him in confusion then at the rose for a moment before he sets down the pot holders and takes the rose with a pleased smile. Keita wouldn’t normally say anything with a rose, he’s not the romantic type, but Jaejoong accepts it for what it’s worth. He considers it for a moment before giving Keita a look. “Micky suggested the rose?”
“Yes, yes he did,” he admits with an embarrassed smile.
Jaejoong grins as he looks at the rose again, then back to Keita’s eyes. “Not really my style, but I like it.”
“Yeah, well, Daigo called. He wants his gloves back,” Keita teases.
Jaejoong laughs and knows he should have seen that coming. “It’s not Valentine’s Day.”
“Yet.” Keita moves closer and pulls him into a kiss, and Jaejoong gives it up happily. He wonders why he’s been given a rose, and then realizes why Micky gives roses to his girlfriends—he wants to get laid. He wonders if Keita knows this and then decides he doesn’t care.
Jaejoong sets the rose aside and exchanges it for a spoon. “Hungry?”
Keita’s eyes light up. “Yes!”
Jaejoong knows, from experience, that the way to man’s heart is through his stomach. He knows this, because he is one, and he’s damn hungry himself! Jaejoong finishes up cooking, with some distraction in the form of Keita’s lips on his neck, before ordering Keita to get dishes out. It’s just the two of them, but when he turns around to see the table, Jaejoong is surprised to see Keita has managed to find an small, but pretty sake bottle to use as a vase for the rose. It sits in the middle of the table, and Jaejoong knows he’s blushing at the sight. He curses himself for being a sap and fills the plates with food to distract himself.
Keita kisses him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Keita laughs.
“For giving us a try,” he replies as his arms go around Keita’s middle. His eyes slip closed as he feels arms wrap around him, their foreheads touching.
“Who were we kidding anyway?” Keita asks and Jaejoong laughs before stealing a kiss. He then coaxes Keita to the table (which doesn’t take much) and they finally sit down to eat. Keita praises his cooking skills and Jaejoong rolls his eyes in amusement. True, he’s never cooked this recipe before, but it’s not that difficult. He has to admit, he did pretty good, but he can’t help from snickering when Keita goes for seconds.
Once they’re finished (and Keita’s finally full) they make small talk and Jaejoong sneaks a mint out of the candy he brought from home after New Years. If he’s going to be making out with his boyfriend later, he’s damn well going to taste good. Keita excuses himself to the bathroom and Jaejoong takes it upon himself to clean up, pondering his ‘boyfriend’. He smiles and realizes he doesn’t care what he calls Keita, as long as Keita’s with him. He’s about to grab the sponge to clean the dishes when a hand stops his and Keita brings it up to kiss it.
Jaejoong grins. He doesn’t want to clean the dishes anyway.
With one step, Jaejoong is nose to nose with Keita and steals a kiss himself, pleased when Keita deepens it. He maneuvers them toward the hallway, content in taking control of the situation if he can. When Keita pins him against the wall just outside of his bedroom, Jaejoong knows it’s going the way he wants, and stops caring as Keita’s lips trail kisses down his jaw and then the young man nibbles down his neck. Definitely the right direction.
And that’s when he notices. “You stole my mint!”
Keita grins, mint between his teeth. And Jaejoong kisses him, trying to get it back while thoroughly enjoying the kiss. Eventually, he gets the mint back, but not before they’re in his room, and Keita has his legs against his bed.
“Sneaky bastard,” Jaejoong manages before Keita’s lips are on his again. Two can play at this game! Jaejoong tugs Keita’s tie loose, tossing it to the floor before he goes after the buttons on his shirt. Keita’s hands are already under the hem of Jaejoong’s shirt and soon both pieces of clothing are on the floor, pants following soon after. Jaejoong gets distracted by Keita’s lips as he lets the young man push his underwear off and by the time the kiss is ending, Jaejoong slips out of Keita’s grasp and back onto his bed. He waits as Keita kicks his boxers off and lets him crawl atop, enjoying the feel of Keita’s body against his own. This is what he’s been wanting.
It’s three or four kisses and gropes later that Jaejoong realizes they’re laying the opposite way on the bed, and has to force himself to stop Keita’s hand on his thigh so he can get them moved. Pushing up against Keita, he takes over and decides to improvise. He keeps one hand’s pressure on Keita’s chest to push him until the young man is backed up against the pillows at the head of his bed, leaning back against them as Jaejoong slips into his lap. Much better. With a smirk, he steals a short kiss before leaning to the side to dig through his bedside table’s drawer.
“I know you haven’t done this before,” he says calmly as he retrieves exactly what they need.
“I have.”
Jaejoong stares at Keita, who blushes and glances away. “Really?”
“Once.”
Not much experience, but some. “Good.” He smiles and holds out the tube.
“You want me to do it?” He’s clearly surprised, and Jaejoong has to bite back a grin as he nuzzles Keita. He has to do this right, or Keita won’t believe him, even if it’s true.
“Feels better when someone else does it,” he murmurs and steals a kiss, and it works. He enjoys watching Keita fumble with the tube at first, awkward blush painting his cheeks, but Jaejoong can feel one burning into his own cheeks as a finger slips into him. Keita glances up as their eyes catch and Jaejoong leans down to kiss Keita, wondering if he’s ever really been this open with someone before. He gasps against Keita’s lips as he feels another finger join the first, moving his hips slightly as he grows more comfortable.
Jaejoong doesn’t bother to stop the soft moan that escapes as he knows he wants more. He’ll be in a world of trouble if Keita starts to bite his shoulders or collar bones—he likes that way too much. And he knows he’s doomed as he feels Keita’s teeth tease over his collar bones and his hips buck at the feeling. He doesn’t want to wait anymore.
Concentrating, Jaejoong finally tears open the condom package in his hand and presses a kiss to Keita’s lips as he snakes a hand down between them. He’s done this enough times to do it without looking, but glances down anyway and can’t help teasing Keita a little, enjoying the little gasp he gets from his lover as he does so. This should be awkward, but it’s not, and Jaejoong is turned on by every little noise Keita makes as he teases Keita just a bit more by spreading the lube over his cock.
He lets out a sigh as Keita’s fingers disappear, but hands rest on his hips, guiding him closer. He touches their foreheads together as he lowers himself onto his lover until he’s fully in. Jaejoong knows Keita’s trying to hold back as his fingers dig into his hips. So Jaejoong does the next best thing—he moves. And he hears Keita curse against his shoulder before tilting his head up to capture Jaejoong’s lips. He’ s moving slow enough to draw the kiss out until Keita breaks it to moan softly. And Jaejoong can’t stop his hips from moving faster.
He’s concentrating on Keita’s responses, but starts to lose himself to the feeling. Soft moans echo off the walls as gasps turning desperate mix with the sound of their thighs lightly slapping one another and the bed creaking with their movements. Keita bites his collar bone again and Jaejoong finds himself slowing, just so he can feel it again. But his hips jerk up at the feeling of a hand around his cock, and he fights to control his body. He knows his fingers are twisting in Keita’s hair, but Keita’s nails are digging into Jaejoong’s lower back now as his other hand works. He didn’t realize it would feel this good.
Jaejoong knows he’s getting close and realizes he doesn’t want this to end. He slows down just enough to hear Keita whimper and urge him to move faster. It’s just desperate enough to convince him and he obeys. It’s not long before Keita is gasping against his neck as he shudders and Jaejoong keeps moving—he’s so close. Keita’s hand squeezes around his cock as he moans, and Jaejoong feels Keita’s hand twist, pushing him over. His head falls back as he thrusts up into Keita’s hand, a shudder running up his spine as he comes between them. He’s left gasping and leans heavily against Keita when it’s over.
Jaejoong is running his fingers through the back of Keita’s hair when he finally hears a sigh of contentment. He smiles and leans back to steal a kiss from his lover. Jaejoong can’t help the smile that springs up on his lips afterward. He doesn’t know why he’s so happy, but he can feel Keita grinning against his shoulder as well.
“We made a mess,” Keita says and kisses his shoulder.
Jaejoong shrugs. “We’ll just make a bigger one later.” He feels Keita’s shoulders shake from silent laughter. “Or a few normal ones.”
Keita snickers. “You overestimate my stamina.”
Jaejoong pulls back to grab a box of tissues and clean them up. “I’m sure your stamina is well matched.” He glances up to see the devious smirk on Keita’s lips and is glad he got the implication.
Once clean, they shift to lay down together, coming down off the high and saving their energy. At least, that’s what Jaejoong hopes. He likes Keita’s absentminded touches as they talk though. It’s an hour and two glasses of water later before Keita’s touching takes a wayward turn. And Jaejoong likes every moment.
The next morning, Jaejoong wakes with a smile at the warm body he’s spooned behind. Now this is what he’s always wanted. He presses a line of kisses to Keita’s shoulder to feel him shift and take a breath. Keita then turns in his arms and steals a kiss.
“Erm, morning breath,” Keita grumbles and rubs his eyes as Jaejoong laughs. Insult or not, that’s just too adorable for him to ignore. Keita murmurs something and pulls Jaejoong closer, burying his face into Jaejoong’s neck. Jaejoong wants to wake up to this every day.
He steals kiss after kiss out of Keita before the young man is fully awake enough to give up a longer, deeper kiss.
“Jaejoong.” Keita pouts.
“Hm?” Jaejoong nuzzles him.
“I’m hungry.”
“So?” He raises an eyebrow. He knows it’s coming.
“Make me breakfast?” Keita tries for his best puppy dog eyes, but Jaejoong is not swayed.
“Yah! What am I to you? Your cooking slave?!” Jaejoong fails to keep a smile hidden as Keita laughs and grabs him to pull him close.
“You know exactly what you are.” Keita’s smile coaxes Jaejoong closer for a kiss. And he does know—it’s exactly what Keita is to him.
Everything.
~omake~
Jaejoong holds out a spoon to Keita. “Here, try this.”
“What is it?” Keita eyes the spoon suspiciously.
“Trust me! You’ll like it!”
“What. Is. It?”
Jaejoong laughs and keeps the spoon hovering in front of Keita’s lips. “Mango sorbet.”
Keita takes the bite and has a contemplative look before it turns to a smile and he opens his mouth for more. “Aaaaaah!” Jaejoong laughs and spoons out another bite before he sits on the couch next to Keita. Now he has to feed the both of them, all because he was feeling generous. But Jaejoong doesn’t mind.
He likes kissing the mango off of Keita’s lips.
yay ^_^ enjoy? comments are ♥ i need plot ideas T__T;
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Date: 2010-01-10 12:52 pm (UTC)fanboy love :DDD
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Date: 2010-01-10 03:50 pm (UTC)/flails
This was just so...CUTE~!!!!!!
Epik High are amazing live, let me tell YOU~!!!!!
I totally understand the post concert high~!
I love how completely natural the progression was...it's amazing~!
/leaps into your arms
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:55 am (UTC)haha, omg i know, i saw them when they were in seattle and OMFG they were just amazing~
thank you! :D i'm glad you liked it~
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:01 pm (UTC)I loved it~!!!
/flails
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Date: 2010-01-11 03:09 am (UTC)I got your New Years card. Thank you! It made me happy and somehow managed to cover my hands with glitter. Which seems to kind of fit with everything you make. ;) I had just been bitching about the fact that all my new years postcards were from FCs or businesses, both of who only like me for my money. So it made me feel better. ♥ The balls are perfect! Thank you so much! And I hope you are able to make it over here again sometime soon. I should be here until July 2011 at least so you have a bit of time to save up. We need to hang out in Tokyo again and actually go out to clubs or something next time. XD
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Date: 2010-01-16 09:01 am (UTC)and chun is a JET teacher lolwtf i'll need your help with that one XDyaaay! omg did i ever tell you what i wanted for christmas? i think i said stuff from tokyo XD get me some super cute headbands that wont give me a headache and have jewel-y sparkly stuff or something! you have good taste, pick something pretty ;D soemthing that will go with my blonde hair XDDDv
i'm glad you liked the card :) i'm thinking about sending out more randomly. i'm trying to get more into drawing this year so be on the lookout for more cards to cheer you up randomly~ and omg i'm glad the balls fit, the girl at the store was SO indecisive about whether they would fit. they were 4mm from what i remember, so if you need more, tell me XD they had bunches of colors XD
omg YES clubs. i wanted to go last time, but well, didn't have club wear 8D BUT! i am losing weight actually ^^v maybe i'll actually be a smaller size when i return! totally wanna come back for namie's next tour, so we'll see ;D
wow that was long. we should email more often 8D;;;
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Date: 2010-01-11 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-11 04:49 pm (UTC)I got goofy smile on my face from start to finish. Thank you XD
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Date: 2010-01-16 09:01 am (UTC)aw, glad you enjoyed! thanks!`
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Date: 2010-01-12 03:31 am (UTC)YESSSSSS.
Junsu says to get Tablo to sign his butt.
ALSO YES.
...you used badonkadonk. holy shit.
Micky yells at him to get laid with Tablo.
yoochun you wish you could.
oh god they are so sappy.
Keita sighs. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
corrupted child.
it just figures yunho would be a big loser.
and that chun is a greasy ball of cheese and pimp.
MANGOES.
tl;dr: big hearts.
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Date: 2010-01-16 09:03 am (UTC)yunho's just there for the cheese and micky is all grease~
MANGOES ARE MY AMBROSIA~~~
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