[Fic] When it Happens
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lotus_beautyTitle: When It Happens
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: one-shot
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeKei
Genre: smut, comedy, drama, fluff
Summary: Sure, you can crash at my place
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
****
He wakes up slowly, enjoying the warmth around him, as well as the arms. And then he wonders, whose arms are they? Taking a nice deep breath, the air smells different, and the bed feels different. And these arms are not familiar. He opens his eyes to a place completely unfamiliar and blinks in surprise. He shifts carefully to glance behind himself and sighs in relief as he shifts back down into the warm arms and blankets. He likes how Keita’s bedroom looks in the light.
Rewind.
It all started when Jaejoong complained in a text to Keita that he actually had two days off, and nothing to do. Keita replied that he was about to shower and he would call Jaejoong when finished because he didn’t believe a word Jaejoong said. Jaejoong couldn’t blame him, and decided to get cleaned up as well. As he was toweling his hair dry, his phone buzzed to life on the bathroom counter, playing SUPER LOVER. He grinned and answered to hear Keita asking what he wanted to do, and Jaejoong figured, why not start early? The two agreed to meet up and have dinner, and for Jaejoong, possibly some drinks. Then Keita launched into complaining about choreography and Jaejoong could only grin as he dodged Changmin on the way to his room. Okay, definitely some drinks.
Yoochun turned down a night out to compose, Junsu was playing video games, and Yunho wanted to catch up on drama. Changmin said he had to study, and Jaejoong just shrugged and figured a night out wouldn’t be so bad without his band mates. Going out with Keita might be fun! Keita knew all the good places to go, and he wanted to check them all out.
As Jaejoong was getting dressed, he hoped he wasn’t too obviously himself and grabbed a hat he hadn’t worn before. It was pretty obvious who was staring back and he huffed at the mirror. Well, who would believe that he and Keita were wandering around in Tokyo, out for food and drinks? He grinned at himself and turned away from the mirror to grab his bag and was out the door with a wave to Yunho on the couch.
“Found you.”
Jaejoong froze on the train platform and then punched Keita hard in the arm. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Keita’s laughed as he rubbed his arm. “I couldn’t help it. I knew it was you as soon as I came up the stairs!”
“And everyone now knows it’s you because of the way you laugh so damn loud.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes and Keita went silent.
“You think so?” He looked genuinely concerned and Jaejoong couldn’t help but smile and enjoy the way Keita threw an arm around him to chatter quietly about where they’d be going and Jaejoong listened happily. He didn’t care where they went as long as he could relax without anything getting in the way. Keita tugged him onto the train that arrived next and they stood in the corner, talking quietly as Jaejoong stuck an earbud in one ear and offered the other to Keita who grinned and accepted.
And it began. They talked—constantly. Not only were they whispering furiously in the corner of the train car about music, when they left, they were chattering about food and didn’t stop when they got to the Korean restaurant Keita suggested to Jaejoong. They talked about cooking over the entire meal and Jaejoong couldn’t remember the last time he got along with someone so well to talk so much he almost forgot to eat. But he noticed, as he dug back into his food, Keita had done the same.
At least he knew they were getting along. And then it hit him—it was like they were on a date. Jaejoong shoveled down the rest of his food and glanced up at Keita to see him rubbing his full stomach. He laughed as Keita grinned sheepishly.
“It was good!” he defended, and only made Jaejoong laugh more.
He was about to reply when he saw a group of girls enter the small restaurant and noticed the familiar charms hanging from their purses. He tilted his head down and pulled the brim of his hat down as well as he finished the broth in his bowl, tilting the bowl up after they passed. Keita had started fiddling with his cell phone, hand carefully in the way of his face as he pretended to lean on it.
“Time to go?” he asked quietly to see Keita nod. At least they both understood what it was like.
The two got their check and Keita insisted on paying to treat Jaejoong so they snuck up to the register and paid before they slipped out, unseen by the group of girls. Jaejoong let out a sigh once they were outside and grinned at his counterpart.
“Let’s hope the rest of the night goes smoothly!” Keita said optimistically. “I know a great izakaya Ryuichi recommended where we can relax, so we’ll go there next so we can chat,” he told Jaejoong with a grin and threw an arm around him to lead him away. The arm made him feel better about the near escape.
The place Keita took him to was a hole in the wall, or so he thought until he got inside. The inside was larger than he though it would be, and was decorated comfortably. The two managed to get a table to themselves in the back corner and immediately, Jaejoong felt way better. They ordered drinks—non-alcoholic for Keita who didn’t drink, and something with alcohol for Jaejoong so he could get a nice buzz going.
He decided if this was a date, he’d try to get to know Keita better, so he prompted Keita with all sorts of questions to see if they’d like hanging out. At this point, he knew they’d get along, and he liked listening to Keita talk. It made him smile. Keita made him smile. He liked Keita a lot. He wondered if this was a bad thing.
“Your turn,” Keita said suddenly.
“Hm?” Jaejoong took a drink from his glass and glanced up to see Keita smile.
“Tell me about yourself now.”
Jaejoong blinked in surprise. How did he… The smile turned to a devious grin and Jaejoong realized how ignorant he’d been. He didn’t think Keita would catch on to him getting information without giving any of his own, but he should have known. Keita had been in this industry for so long, he would notice it right away. He wasn’t stupid.
Jaejoong sighed and sat up with a smile. “Well then, what would you like me to talk about?”
And Keita had him talking this time, about when he was a kid, manga he liked and dramas he watched. After a while, he noticed that they were both talking, and they were finally on even ground again. And then it happened.
After the waiter left them with new drinks, Jaejoong glanced up as their eyes met, and he felt that spark. Keita jerked back slightly, then smiled, and Jaejoong knew he wasn’t imagining things as a blush appeared on Keita’s cheeks and he started fiddling with his hair. No, Jaejoong could feel it too, right in his chest as his heart pounded. He watched as Keita checked his phone and looked disappointed. Jaejoong checked the time as well, surprised by how late it was.
“You’re free tomorrow, right?” Keita asked, hopeful.
Jaejoong couldn’t resist smirking. “Next two days off.”
Keita grinned. “We should hang out some more then.”
Jaejoong wouldn’t have been able to wipe the grin from his face if he’d wanted to. As they gathered their things, he insisted on paying, since he was the one ordering alcohol, and Keita had treated him to dinner. Once outside, Jaejoong stretched and wondered if he could make the train to get back to his place.
He sighed. “I don’t want to go back.”
“Eh?” Keita glanced over as they began to walk.
“I have two days off and I don’t want to have to deal with living with seven people when I want to sleep in and relax,” he grumbled. He knew if he went back, someone would wake him up early and he’d never be able to get back to sleep. At some point Junsu would come in and bug him, or Yoochun would ask him to listen to something he wrote, or Changmin would ignore him, or Yunho would tell him not to be so lazy, or—
“Wanna come see my place?”
Jaejoong stopped and stared at Keita. “Really?” He hadn’t meant to sound so… small, but ignored Keita laughing and cleared his throat. “Your place, huh?” he asked suggestively this time.
Keita wasn’t fooled. “Yeah, come check it out. If you like the guest room, you can crash there. I wouldn’t mind having company.”
This time his eyes were wide. “Really?” he asked excitedly and grinned as Keita nodded. “That would be awesome.”
“Let’s get going then, before we can’t,” he told Jaejoong and grabbed his hand to drag him down the street to the station. Jaejoong couldn’t even protest and when they got to the platform, the train had just stopped. Keita tugged him right on in and they flopped down at the end of the car in the seat. But their hands stayed linked, and Jaejoong loved the buzz he had going with the butterflies in his stomach. Thankfully, the car was empty, so while they spoke quietly since they didn’t have anyone listening in.
Once the train hit Keita’s stop, he murmured it to Jaejoong and they both left their seats to wait at the door before leaving. Their hands fell apart as they slipped through the ticket gates and Jaejoong followed Keita all the way to the building he lived in. It was a high rise, as to be expected, but not too high. Keita got them in and into the elevator and Jaejoong had to restrain himself from acting out the ideas that popped into his head when Keita hit one of the buttons for his floor. He’d made out in a few elevators before and this was making him antsy. But he really didn’t want to do something like that to Keita. Or did he?
When they hit Keita’s floor, Keita’s hand was in his again and he followed the young man out and to his apartment. Jaejoong waited impatiently as Keita slipped the key into the lock and then paused to glance at him. He realized he was bouncing his leg nervously and stopped as he blushed at the grin Keita gave him. Okay, so he might be excited to be in someone else’s place for once. Keita opened the door and ushered him inside before flipping the lights on. Jaejoong took a glance around before he took his bag off so he could hand his coat to Keita.
“Want the grand tour?” Keita asked as Jaejoong slipped his boots off.
Jaejoong grinned in amusement. “Sure.”
“This is the kitchen, that’s the living room, and the hallway goes off that way,” Keita said as he pointed and gestured his arm and hand in the different directions.
Jaejoong could only laugh in response. “Very thorough.”
“Was I too fast on the delivery?” Keita raised a questioning eyebrow.
“A bit,” Jaejoong admitted, grinning ear to ear.
“Let me try that again, then.” Keita took his hand and led him into the kitchen first. From there, he showed Jaejoong the living room.
“Nice collection,” Jaejoong commented as he ran his finger along the ends of the Tohoshinki CDs Keita owned. He had a healthy appreciation for the blush that appeared on Keita’s cheeks as he dragged Jaejoong down a ways to show off the guest room. He told Jaejoong he could stay there if he wanted, then showed off the bathroom.
Jaejoong glanced to the room at the end of the hall. “And that one?”
“That’s my room.” Keita grinned.
“Can I see that one?” Jaejoong smirked as Keita contemplated the request.
“I suppooooose…” Keita replied finally and turned toward the room. Jaejoong followed only to bump into Keita when he stopped and turned abruptly. He looked like he was about to say something, but they both froze as Jaejoong stood against Keita, pinning him to the door.
It only took a glance down and Jaejoong figured, hell, why not. He leaned closer to kiss Keita, not surprised when Keita didn’t react. But just as he was about to pull away, Keita responded, his lips moving as his hands wrapped around Jaejoong’s shoulders. Jaejoong felt his knees go weak as he reached his arms around Keita’s back to pull him closer and Jaejoong knew he was doomed. He’d toyed with the idea, wondering if Keita was a good kisser the first time they met and traded numbers, and he was better than Jaejoong had initially thought. It was a pleasant surprise and Jaejoong didn’t really want to stop when the kiss ended, so he just started another. And another. And another until he felt Keita’s hands had moved and were now wandering up under the back of his shirt. So he wasn’t the only one turned on by all of this.
“Remember what I said about the guest room?” Keita asked when their lips finally parted. Jaejoong nodded as he bit his lip, trying to decide whether he should kiss Keita again. “I lied.”
Amused, Jaejoong let Keita pull him into another kiss as the door clicked and he followed Keita’s lips into the bedroom. He was already tugging his vest off as Keita’s hands went after the buttons on his shirt and he began to pull Keita’s t-shirt up. He wondered for a moment, as he tugged Keita’s shirt over his head if they should slow down. Then Keita’s lips attached to his neck, pressing kisses down a line and the world slowed down for him. God he loved it when someone did that, and damn Keita did it well.
Then Keita’s hands went after his pants, and Jaejoong actually got nervous. Against his better—immoral—judgment, Jaejoong caught Keita’s hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Keita smiled and nuzzled him, breaking him down. “Out of all the people to want to slow down, I didn’t think you’d be one of them.”
Jaejoong grinned, amused how Keita had him pegged. “Just making sure.” He liked the smirk Keita gave him before they kissed again. He sighed into the kiss before he got to work on Keita’s pants and before long, the rest of their clothing lay on the floor and Jaejoong was crawling over Keita on the bed. And damn if he didn’t love every moment of it.
Keita smirked.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong replied before stealing a kiss.
“I didn’t say anything!” Keita protested as Jaejoong lay against him.
“You didn’t have to.” He could see it in Keita’s eyes—he was quite pleased with himself. Jaejoong had to admit, he liked Keita’s body quite a bit. He saw it as a bonus to the personality he already liked. Not that he’d been looking or anything. But when the next kiss came, he was more than happy with tossing away the idea of looking for something else.
Keita rolled them over and kissed up Jaejoong’s jaw to his ear, and Jaejoong couldn’t focus on the ceiling anymore. It was the teeth on his right ear that got his attention. And well, the hand tracing up his chest to tug gently on his nipple piercing. He would have preferred it be somewhere else, but he couldn’t get everything he wanted. Once Keita’s teeth disappeared from his ear, Jaejoong took matters into his own hands and flipped them over to hold Keita’s arms against the bed above his head while pressing kisses to the young man’s neck. Jaejoong enjoyed the low noises coming from Keita and trailed a hand down Keita’s chest and abdomen, right down to the young man’s cock. Jaejoong nuzzled Keita’s neck as his fingers teased over his length, a deep hum rumbling in his throat. Just the sound had his blood boiling.
“Where—”
“Top drawer,” Keita answered immediately and Jaejoong could only smirk before placing a kiss on Keita’s lips as a thank you. He hated to leave his new lover, but it was a choice he had to make. Jaejoong reached the few feet over to the small table next to Keita’s bed and pulled the top drawer open to—be distracted by Keita’s hand running up his left side and lips pressing kisses to his back. He shivered as Keita breathed against the ink.
“You hadn’t shown me your tattoo before…” he murmured and pressed a kiss to the center of it.
Jaejoong grabbed a condom and tore the wrapping open. “You can admire it more later,” he suggested and felt Keita chuckle against his skin.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Keita snatched the condom from his hand and just as Jaejoong got his hand around the bottle, tugged him back to the center of the bed. Jaejoong shoved Keita down on his back to lean down again, smiling into the kiss as he felt Keita slipping the condom onto him. The kiss took a more serious turn as Jaejoong pressed a slick finger into his lover and he felt a light gasp against his lips. Keita relaxed under him, a leg coming up to rest on Jaejoong’s lower back just as another finger joined the first. Jaejoong’s resolve nearly broke when Keita whimpered against his lips, his leg trying to pull Jaejoong closer. He found himself teetering dangerously on the edge of falling for this side of Keita as well.
Jaejoong had to break their lips apart when Keita’s hands found his and snatched the tube from him. He slipped his fingers out as Keita went to work on him, a soft moan escaping against Keita’s cheek from the attention. Jaejoong didn’t bother fighting it anymore and let himself fall, tumbling down into those lips again as the hand disappeared and he felt arms wrap around his neck. He couldn’t wait anymore.
Jaejoong broke the kiss and shifted to bring them together, sighing in pleasure as he pressed all the way into his lover. Keita’s fingers pressed into the back of his neck and that was all the encouragement he needed to begin to move. Jaejoong nuzzled Keita’s neck and kissed it as he started out slowly, but he knew he couldn’t manage to keep that pace for long. Not with the way Keita’s fingertips dug into his shoulder now, urging him to move faster. He had to bite back a smirk as he nibbled his teeth up Keita’s neck to get another shiver out of him before he rolled his hips again.
What broke the slow pace was his lover’s voice purring a moan against his ear as he moved. A shiver hit him—he definitely wanted to hear it again. He hadn’t heard this kind of low tone from Keita before, and he liked it. The way it resonated in the room made Jaejoong realize Keita wasn’t the only one moaning. Quickening his pace, Jaejoong could hear a desperation creep into Keita’s voice and the way Keita touched him. It just made him want to hear Keita’s voice more.
Forget their lives, forget all the interviews, the fans and the music, this was all he needed in this moment. He pushed it harder, moving faster as Keita gasped against him, his voice pitching up slightly. Just a little further—he slipped a hand between them to close his hand around Keita’s cock and stroke teasingly with a smirk. He earned that moan again as Keita tensed and it gave him a shiver. Keita was gone, shuddering against him as he came, and Jaejoong couldn’t hold back any longer. Keita’s hand let go of his shoulder to trail down the center of his back and he followed, the shiver going down his spine with Keita’s hand before it went right back up as he came, moaning against his lover’s skin.
Fingertips were trailing over his back when he pressed a kiss to Keita’s neck. He could feel Keita smile and shifted back to see it only to be pulled down into a kiss. Hunger satisfied, they both smiled as Jaejoong nuzzled his lover then moved to lay next to him. He didn’t mind when Keita shifted closer and wrapped arms around him.
“We should take a shower,” Keita mumbled against his neck.
“Yeah, we should,” Jaejoong agreed.
“How much water do you think we’ll waste?”
Jaejoong’s grin matched Keita’s as they moved to get up. And this time, he was the one arching his back against Keita under the spray, and Keita got his fill of Jaejoong’s tattoo. After wasting at least an hour in the water, the two fell onto Keita’s bed again, this time clean, wet hair drying quickly against the pillows as their arms wrapped around one another sleepily.
Fast forward.
Jaejoong smiles and turns in Keita’s arms to snuggle up against the young man to hear him take a deep breath and wake slowly.
“Morning,” he says lazily and pulls Jaejoong close to hug him tight. Jaejoong smirks against Keita’s neck and slips his arms around Keita to hug back. This is favorite part about waking up with someone else. And then he hears buzzing. He turns over because he thinks it’s coming from the floor and the two lean over the edge of Keita’s bed to see Jaejoong’s pants vibrating. Keita snickers against his shoulder and Jaejoong leans off of the bed to try to fish his phone out of his pants. He almost falls off of the bed and Keita grabs his hips to keep him from hitting the floor. Jaejoong lets Keita heft him back onto the bed as he flips his phone open.
He has three—now four messages in his voice mail, and listening to them makes him chuckle in amusement. Yunho asking where the hell he is (2am), Junsu asking if he’s going to come home (3am, probably took a break from gaming), Yunho telling him to be safe (3:05am), and then the recent one of Yoochun asking why the hell he didn’t come back to the apartment, how drunk he got and who got laid.
Jaejoong grins and turns to Keita. “I’m glad I’m here, and not there.”
Keita plucks the phone out his hand and snaps it shut. “Anytime.” He smiles and Jaejoong can’t help returning it.
Jaejoong watches as Keita drops the phone back down to his pants and for once, he doesn’t want to tell Yoochun everything. Because when it happens, he knows he’s going to have to tell it all.
But that can wait until later, when Keita isn’t kissing him.
~***~
ah, not the best i've written, but the world needs more jaekei :3 i figured i should at least post it since it's been sitting on my hd for a while XD
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: one-shot
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeKei
Genre: smut, comedy, drama, fluff
Summary: Sure, you can crash at my place
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
****
He wakes up slowly, enjoying the warmth around him, as well as the arms. And then he wonders, whose arms are they? Taking a nice deep breath, the air smells different, and the bed feels different. And these arms are not familiar. He opens his eyes to a place completely unfamiliar and blinks in surprise. He shifts carefully to glance behind himself and sighs in relief as he shifts back down into the warm arms and blankets. He likes how Keita’s bedroom looks in the light.
Rewind.
It all started when Jaejoong complained in a text to Keita that he actually had two days off, and nothing to do. Keita replied that he was about to shower and he would call Jaejoong when finished because he didn’t believe a word Jaejoong said. Jaejoong couldn’t blame him, and decided to get cleaned up as well. As he was toweling his hair dry, his phone buzzed to life on the bathroom counter, playing SUPER LOVER. He grinned and answered to hear Keita asking what he wanted to do, and Jaejoong figured, why not start early? The two agreed to meet up and have dinner, and for Jaejoong, possibly some drinks. Then Keita launched into complaining about choreography and Jaejoong could only grin as he dodged Changmin on the way to his room. Okay, definitely some drinks.
Yoochun turned down a night out to compose, Junsu was playing video games, and Yunho wanted to catch up on drama. Changmin said he had to study, and Jaejoong just shrugged and figured a night out wouldn’t be so bad without his band mates. Going out with Keita might be fun! Keita knew all the good places to go, and he wanted to check them all out.
As Jaejoong was getting dressed, he hoped he wasn’t too obviously himself and grabbed a hat he hadn’t worn before. It was pretty obvious who was staring back and he huffed at the mirror. Well, who would believe that he and Keita were wandering around in Tokyo, out for food and drinks? He grinned at himself and turned away from the mirror to grab his bag and was out the door with a wave to Yunho on the couch.
“Found you.”
Jaejoong froze on the train platform and then punched Keita hard in the arm. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Keita’s laughed as he rubbed his arm. “I couldn’t help it. I knew it was you as soon as I came up the stairs!”
“And everyone now knows it’s you because of the way you laugh so damn loud.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes and Keita went silent.
“You think so?” He looked genuinely concerned and Jaejoong couldn’t help but smile and enjoy the way Keita threw an arm around him to chatter quietly about where they’d be going and Jaejoong listened happily. He didn’t care where they went as long as he could relax without anything getting in the way. Keita tugged him onto the train that arrived next and they stood in the corner, talking quietly as Jaejoong stuck an earbud in one ear and offered the other to Keita who grinned and accepted.
And it began. They talked—constantly. Not only were they whispering furiously in the corner of the train car about music, when they left, they were chattering about food and didn’t stop when they got to the Korean restaurant Keita suggested to Jaejoong. They talked about cooking over the entire meal and Jaejoong couldn’t remember the last time he got along with someone so well to talk so much he almost forgot to eat. But he noticed, as he dug back into his food, Keita had done the same.
At least he knew they were getting along. And then it hit him—it was like they were on a date. Jaejoong shoveled down the rest of his food and glanced up at Keita to see him rubbing his full stomach. He laughed as Keita grinned sheepishly.
“It was good!” he defended, and only made Jaejoong laugh more.
He was about to reply when he saw a group of girls enter the small restaurant and noticed the familiar charms hanging from their purses. He tilted his head down and pulled the brim of his hat down as well as he finished the broth in his bowl, tilting the bowl up after they passed. Keita had started fiddling with his cell phone, hand carefully in the way of his face as he pretended to lean on it.
“Time to go?” he asked quietly to see Keita nod. At least they both understood what it was like.
The two got their check and Keita insisted on paying to treat Jaejoong so they snuck up to the register and paid before they slipped out, unseen by the group of girls. Jaejoong let out a sigh once they were outside and grinned at his counterpart.
“Let’s hope the rest of the night goes smoothly!” Keita said optimistically. “I know a great izakaya Ryuichi recommended where we can relax, so we’ll go there next so we can chat,” he told Jaejoong with a grin and threw an arm around him to lead him away. The arm made him feel better about the near escape.
The place Keita took him to was a hole in the wall, or so he thought until he got inside. The inside was larger than he though it would be, and was decorated comfortably. The two managed to get a table to themselves in the back corner and immediately, Jaejoong felt way better. They ordered drinks—non-alcoholic for Keita who didn’t drink, and something with alcohol for Jaejoong so he could get a nice buzz going.
He decided if this was a date, he’d try to get to know Keita better, so he prompted Keita with all sorts of questions to see if they’d like hanging out. At this point, he knew they’d get along, and he liked listening to Keita talk. It made him smile. Keita made him smile. He liked Keita a lot. He wondered if this was a bad thing.
“Your turn,” Keita said suddenly.
“Hm?” Jaejoong took a drink from his glass and glanced up to see Keita smile.
“Tell me about yourself now.”
Jaejoong blinked in surprise. How did he… The smile turned to a devious grin and Jaejoong realized how ignorant he’d been. He didn’t think Keita would catch on to him getting information without giving any of his own, but he should have known. Keita had been in this industry for so long, he would notice it right away. He wasn’t stupid.
Jaejoong sighed and sat up with a smile. “Well then, what would you like me to talk about?”
And Keita had him talking this time, about when he was a kid, manga he liked and dramas he watched. After a while, he noticed that they were both talking, and they were finally on even ground again. And then it happened.
After the waiter left them with new drinks, Jaejoong glanced up as their eyes met, and he felt that spark. Keita jerked back slightly, then smiled, and Jaejoong knew he wasn’t imagining things as a blush appeared on Keita’s cheeks and he started fiddling with his hair. No, Jaejoong could feel it too, right in his chest as his heart pounded. He watched as Keita checked his phone and looked disappointed. Jaejoong checked the time as well, surprised by how late it was.
“You’re free tomorrow, right?” Keita asked, hopeful.
Jaejoong couldn’t resist smirking. “Next two days off.”
Keita grinned. “We should hang out some more then.”
Jaejoong wouldn’t have been able to wipe the grin from his face if he’d wanted to. As they gathered their things, he insisted on paying, since he was the one ordering alcohol, and Keita had treated him to dinner. Once outside, Jaejoong stretched and wondered if he could make the train to get back to his place.
He sighed. “I don’t want to go back.”
“Eh?” Keita glanced over as they began to walk.
“I have two days off and I don’t want to have to deal with living with seven people when I want to sleep in and relax,” he grumbled. He knew if he went back, someone would wake him up early and he’d never be able to get back to sleep. At some point Junsu would come in and bug him, or Yoochun would ask him to listen to something he wrote, or Changmin would ignore him, or Yunho would tell him not to be so lazy, or—
“Wanna come see my place?”
Jaejoong stopped and stared at Keita. “Really?” He hadn’t meant to sound so… small, but ignored Keita laughing and cleared his throat. “Your place, huh?” he asked suggestively this time.
Keita wasn’t fooled. “Yeah, come check it out. If you like the guest room, you can crash there. I wouldn’t mind having company.”
This time his eyes were wide. “Really?” he asked excitedly and grinned as Keita nodded. “That would be awesome.”
“Let’s get going then, before we can’t,” he told Jaejoong and grabbed his hand to drag him down the street to the station. Jaejoong couldn’t even protest and when they got to the platform, the train had just stopped. Keita tugged him right on in and they flopped down at the end of the car in the seat. But their hands stayed linked, and Jaejoong loved the buzz he had going with the butterflies in his stomach. Thankfully, the car was empty, so while they spoke quietly since they didn’t have anyone listening in.
Once the train hit Keita’s stop, he murmured it to Jaejoong and they both left their seats to wait at the door before leaving. Their hands fell apart as they slipped through the ticket gates and Jaejoong followed Keita all the way to the building he lived in. It was a high rise, as to be expected, but not too high. Keita got them in and into the elevator and Jaejoong had to restrain himself from acting out the ideas that popped into his head when Keita hit one of the buttons for his floor. He’d made out in a few elevators before and this was making him antsy. But he really didn’t want to do something like that to Keita. Or did he?
When they hit Keita’s floor, Keita’s hand was in his again and he followed the young man out and to his apartment. Jaejoong waited impatiently as Keita slipped the key into the lock and then paused to glance at him. He realized he was bouncing his leg nervously and stopped as he blushed at the grin Keita gave him. Okay, so he might be excited to be in someone else’s place for once. Keita opened the door and ushered him inside before flipping the lights on. Jaejoong took a glance around before he took his bag off so he could hand his coat to Keita.
“Want the grand tour?” Keita asked as Jaejoong slipped his boots off.
Jaejoong grinned in amusement. “Sure.”
“This is the kitchen, that’s the living room, and the hallway goes off that way,” Keita said as he pointed and gestured his arm and hand in the different directions.
Jaejoong could only laugh in response. “Very thorough.”
“Was I too fast on the delivery?” Keita raised a questioning eyebrow.
“A bit,” Jaejoong admitted, grinning ear to ear.
“Let me try that again, then.” Keita took his hand and led him into the kitchen first. From there, he showed Jaejoong the living room.
“Nice collection,” Jaejoong commented as he ran his finger along the ends of the Tohoshinki CDs Keita owned. He had a healthy appreciation for the blush that appeared on Keita’s cheeks as he dragged Jaejoong down a ways to show off the guest room. He told Jaejoong he could stay there if he wanted, then showed off the bathroom.
Jaejoong glanced to the room at the end of the hall. “And that one?”
“That’s my room.” Keita grinned.
“Can I see that one?” Jaejoong smirked as Keita contemplated the request.
“I suppooooose…” Keita replied finally and turned toward the room. Jaejoong followed only to bump into Keita when he stopped and turned abruptly. He looked like he was about to say something, but they both froze as Jaejoong stood against Keita, pinning him to the door.
It only took a glance down and Jaejoong figured, hell, why not. He leaned closer to kiss Keita, not surprised when Keita didn’t react. But just as he was about to pull away, Keita responded, his lips moving as his hands wrapped around Jaejoong’s shoulders. Jaejoong felt his knees go weak as he reached his arms around Keita’s back to pull him closer and Jaejoong knew he was doomed. He’d toyed with the idea, wondering if Keita was a good kisser the first time they met and traded numbers, and he was better than Jaejoong had initially thought. It was a pleasant surprise and Jaejoong didn’t really want to stop when the kiss ended, so he just started another. And another. And another until he felt Keita’s hands had moved and were now wandering up under the back of his shirt. So he wasn’t the only one turned on by all of this.
“Remember what I said about the guest room?” Keita asked when their lips finally parted. Jaejoong nodded as he bit his lip, trying to decide whether he should kiss Keita again. “I lied.”
Amused, Jaejoong let Keita pull him into another kiss as the door clicked and he followed Keita’s lips into the bedroom. He was already tugging his vest off as Keita’s hands went after the buttons on his shirt and he began to pull Keita’s t-shirt up. He wondered for a moment, as he tugged Keita’s shirt over his head if they should slow down. Then Keita’s lips attached to his neck, pressing kisses down a line and the world slowed down for him. God he loved it when someone did that, and damn Keita did it well.
Then Keita’s hands went after his pants, and Jaejoong actually got nervous. Against his better—immoral—judgment, Jaejoong caught Keita’s hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Keita smiled and nuzzled him, breaking him down. “Out of all the people to want to slow down, I didn’t think you’d be one of them.”
Jaejoong grinned, amused how Keita had him pegged. “Just making sure.” He liked the smirk Keita gave him before they kissed again. He sighed into the kiss before he got to work on Keita’s pants and before long, the rest of their clothing lay on the floor and Jaejoong was crawling over Keita on the bed. And damn if he didn’t love every moment of it.
Keita smirked.
“Shut up,” Jaejoong replied before stealing a kiss.
“I didn’t say anything!” Keita protested as Jaejoong lay against him.
“You didn’t have to.” He could see it in Keita’s eyes—he was quite pleased with himself. Jaejoong had to admit, he liked Keita’s body quite a bit. He saw it as a bonus to the personality he already liked. Not that he’d been looking or anything. But when the next kiss came, he was more than happy with tossing away the idea of looking for something else.
Keita rolled them over and kissed up Jaejoong’s jaw to his ear, and Jaejoong couldn’t focus on the ceiling anymore. It was the teeth on his right ear that got his attention. And well, the hand tracing up his chest to tug gently on his nipple piercing. He would have preferred it be somewhere else, but he couldn’t get everything he wanted. Once Keita’s teeth disappeared from his ear, Jaejoong took matters into his own hands and flipped them over to hold Keita’s arms against the bed above his head while pressing kisses to the young man’s neck. Jaejoong enjoyed the low noises coming from Keita and trailed a hand down Keita’s chest and abdomen, right down to the young man’s cock. Jaejoong nuzzled Keita’s neck as his fingers teased over his length, a deep hum rumbling in his throat. Just the sound had his blood boiling.
“Where—”
“Top drawer,” Keita answered immediately and Jaejoong could only smirk before placing a kiss on Keita’s lips as a thank you. He hated to leave his new lover, but it was a choice he had to make. Jaejoong reached the few feet over to the small table next to Keita’s bed and pulled the top drawer open to—be distracted by Keita’s hand running up his left side and lips pressing kisses to his back. He shivered as Keita breathed against the ink.
“You hadn’t shown me your tattoo before…” he murmured and pressed a kiss to the center of it.
Jaejoong grabbed a condom and tore the wrapping open. “You can admire it more later,” he suggested and felt Keita chuckle against his skin.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Keita snatched the condom from his hand and just as Jaejoong got his hand around the bottle, tugged him back to the center of the bed. Jaejoong shoved Keita down on his back to lean down again, smiling into the kiss as he felt Keita slipping the condom onto him. The kiss took a more serious turn as Jaejoong pressed a slick finger into his lover and he felt a light gasp against his lips. Keita relaxed under him, a leg coming up to rest on Jaejoong’s lower back just as another finger joined the first. Jaejoong’s resolve nearly broke when Keita whimpered against his lips, his leg trying to pull Jaejoong closer. He found himself teetering dangerously on the edge of falling for this side of Keita as well.
Jaejoong had to break their lips apart when Keita’s hands found his and snatched the tube from him. He slipped his fingers out as Keita went to work on him, a soft moan escaping against Keita’s cheek from the attention. Jaejoong didn’t bother fighting it anymore and let himself fall, tumbling down into those lips again as the hand disappeared and he felt arms wrap around his neck. He couldn’t wait anymore.
Jaejoong broke the kiss and shifted to bring them together, sighing in pleasure as he pressed all the way into his lover. Keita’s fingers pressed into the back of his neck and that was all the encouragement he needed to begin to move. Jaejoong nuzzled Keita’s neck and kissed it as he started out slowly, but he knew he couldn’t manage to keep that pace for long. Not with the way Keita’s fingertips dug into his shoulder now, urging him to move faster. He had to bite back a smirk as he nibbled his teeth up Keita’s neck to get another shiver out of him before he rolled his hips again.
What broke the slow pace was his lover’s voice purring a moan against his ear as he moved. A shiver hit him—he definitely wanted to hear it again. He hadn’t heard this kind of low tone from Keita before, and he liked it. The way it resonated in the room made Jaejoong realize Keita wasn’t the only one moaning. Quickening his pace, Jaejoong could hear a desperation creep into Keita’s voice and the way Keita touched him. It just made him want to hear Keita’s voice more.
Forget their lives, forget all the interviews, the fans and the music, this was all he needed in this moment. He pushed it harder, moving faster as Keita gasped against him, his voice pitching up slightly. Just a little further—he slipped a hand between them to close his hand around Keita’s cock and stroke teasingly with a smirk. He earned that moan again as Keita tensed and it gave him a shiver. Keita was gone, shuddering against him as he came, and Jaejoong couldn’t hold back any longer. Keita’s hand let go of his shoulder to trail down the center of his back and he followed, the shiver going down his spine with Keita’s hand before it went right back up as he came, moaning against his lover’s skin.
Fingertips were trailing over his back when he pressed a kiss to Keita’s neck. He could feel Keita smile and shifted back to see it only to be pulled down into a kiss. Hunger satisfied, they both smiled as Jaejoong nuzzled his lover then moved to lay next to him. He didn’t mind when Keita shifted closer and wrapped arms around him.
“We should take a shower,” Keita mumbled against his neck.
“Yeah, we should,” Jaejoong agreed.
“How much water do you think we’ll waste?”
Jaejoong’s grin matched Keita’s as they moved to get up. And this time, he was the one arching his back against Keita under the spray, and Keita got his fill of Jaejoong’s tattoo. After wasting at least an hour in the water, the two fell onto Keita’s bed again, this time clean, wet hair drying quickly against the pillows as their arms wrapped around one another sleepily.
Fast forward.
Jaejoong smiles and turns in Keita’s arms to snuggle up against the young man to hear him take a deep breath and wake slowly.
“Morning,” he says lazily and pulls Jaejoong close to hug him tight. Jaejoong smirks against Keita’s neck and slips his arms around Keita to hug back. This is favorite part about waking up with someone else. And then he hears buzzing. He turns over because he thinks it’s coming from the floor and the two lean over the edge of Keita’s bed to see Jaejoong’s pants vibrating. Keita snickers against his shoulder and Jaejoong leans off of the bed to try to fish his phone out of his pants. He almost falls off of the bed and Keita grabs his hips to keep him from hitting the floor. Jaejoong lets Keita heft him back onto the bed as he flips his phone open.
He has three—now four messages in his voice mail, and listening to them makes him chuckle in amusement. Yunho asking where the hell he is (2am), Junsu asking if he’s going to come home (3am, probably took a break from gaming), Yunho telling him to be safe (3:05am), and then the recent one of Yoochun asking why the hell he didn’t come back to the apartment, how drunk he got and who got laid.
Jaejoong grins and turns to Keita. “I’m glad I’m here, and not there.”
Keita plucks the phone out his hand and snaps it shut. “Anytime.” He smiles and Jaejoong can’t help returning it.
Jaejoong watches as Keita drops the phone back down to his pants and for once, he doesn’t want to tell Yoochun everything. Because when it happens, he knows he’s going to have to tell it all.
But that can wait until later, when Keita isn’t kissing him.
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ah, not the best i've written, but the world needs more jaekei :3 i figured i should at least post it since it's been sitting on my hd for a while XD
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Date: 2010-03-26 09:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-26 10:28 am (UTC)the world definitely needs more jaekei :DDDD
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Date: 2010-03-27 06:45 am (UTC)I have to pick a verb tense and stick with it, what?
Date: 2010-03-26 06:47 pm (UTC)Keita is undeniably a cuddler, Jaejoong thinks as he stares at the ceiling. Not that he particularly minds. But years of being woken up at bizarre hours by one member or another means Jaejoong is, not for the first time, awake at a quarter to annoyingly early in the morning with Keita still sound asleep beside him. Or using him as a body pillow as the case may be. Keita's breath whispers along Jaejoong's collarbone from where he has tucked himself into the crook of Jaejoong's neck and every small, unconscious movement he makes in his sleep causes it to be very clear that at least part of Keita thinks it's morning as well.
Keita's underwear are somewhere in the living room, Jaejoong distinctly remembers this. Where his own currently are is a little more fuzzy but he's pretty sure they had at least been inside the apartment when Keita had slipped them off. They had been much more careful about that after the one time an hour long search of Keita's apartment (stopped occasionally for gropage) had turned up nothing, only for Jaejoong to find them neatly folded and draped over Keita's door handle as he left a little while later. Keita's neighbors were nothing if not polite. The embarrassment of the memory causes Jaejoong to stir a little, jostling Keita ever so slightly in his sleep. Apparently unhappy with the idea of his pillow leaving him, Keita murmurs and cuddles closer. The heavy drag of Keita's cock across his hip does nothing to help his situation. Jaejoong tries to remember the meaning of self control, in Korean or Japanese, but finds it difficult to define at the moment.
Jaejoong ghosts small circles along the inside of Keita's upper arm with his free hand. His other hand is quite effectively trapped under Keita's body and he already knows there will be pins and needles when he is finally able to move it. He keeps his touches featherlight and reasons to himself that if Keita were to wake up due to such touches, clearly he wasn't that asleep in the first place. He impresses himself with how sound and logical his reasoning is first thing in the morning.
When Keita finally starts to show the groggy signs of waking, Jaejoong stills and does his best to play innocent. He can feel Keita blinking sleepily against his neck. Keita stretches, arching his back in a way that makes Jaejoong bite his lip to keep back the triumphant smirk that's threatening to play across his lips. It disappears quickly though when he realizes that Keita seems to be, for all intents and purposes, ready to go right back to sleep. He can't stop a noise of protest from slipping out.
It's Keita's turn to smirk and again Jaejoong can feel it against his neck. He likes to think he'd be mildly irritated by that but is too busy being distracted by Keita kissing his way lazily up his neck. Keita stops to suck at a spot right below Jaejoong's ear, with pressure just shy of marking him, before turning to whisper, “I don't mind waking up early if it's for a good reason.” His voice is still rough with sleep and he shifts his hips just enough to emphasis the point. Jaejoong takes mental note for future reference.
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Date: 2010-03-26 06:50 pm (UTC)Afterwards they are laying in bed, still catching their breath and enjoying the pleasant hum of afterglow through their veins, when Jaejoong hears the distant vibration of what he is assuming is his phone against Keita's wood flooring.
He makes one token effort to get up and check but is defeated mainly by gravity with help from Keita's cuddling. As Keita gives a quiet chuckle at his fail, Jaejoong decides that the chances of it being something important are slim to none and resigns himself again to being Keita's pillow for the next hour or so.
Later Jaejoong pads into the kitchen and grabs his phone from the floor. He flips it open and reads his messages. The most recent is a one line message from Changmin. So, do you even live here anymore? It's followed by a row of smirking emoticons that could make anything seem dirty.
So in summary, write me more of this pairing damn it because I like it but clearly have no idea what is going on with them lol. And now, BED.
*loves*
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Date: 2010-03-27 06:45 am (UTC)Re: Just pretend I actually am in these fandoms and, you know, know shit about them.
Date: 2010-04-18 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-26 10:13 pm (UTC)This is epic win, bb~!!!!
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Date: 2010-03-27 09:02 am (UTC)And LOL at the end with the DBSK voice mails. xD
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Date: 2010-04-08 08:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-03 10:43 am (UTC)Please keep spreading JaeKei love <3