JaeHoChun 1/3
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Crossing Statelines
Pairing: Jae x Chun x Ho
Rating: High R
Summary: A long empty road in the middle of the night, Yunho’s driving, Jae asleep in the back; covered with his coat like a blanket, Yoochun in the passenger seat; head pillowed on his skinny arm. This is their story, an interlude to life as they make their way to the other ocean on a summer’s journey.
Notes: For my fans, yes all two of them.
+They never had sex in a church before- still, now wasn’t the best time.+
Jae slapped Yoochun’s fingers away from the radio irritably, the younger man narrowed his eyes at him, but they had already returned to the road. Staring out into the seemingly endless darkness in front of them. Focus on the road.
There were no stars and no moon tonight, only the thick cloud cover and the headlights that cut through the darkness like a knife. Pale skin glowed in the lights from the digital display and Jae’s fingers toyed with the cruise control button. Yoochun was sulking now, looking moodily out the window; and his own reflection found there. The soft jazz poured from the radio and grated on his nerves like nothing else but Jae would not let him change it.
Yunho was asleep in the back seat, using his pack as a pillow he was rested against one door; legs curled awkwardly to fit in the limited space. Yoochun toyed with the idea of crawling back there and waking up Yunho enough that he could twine their bodies together and he could go to sleep. First, in the car there was not much room to get into the back if you’re in the front, and someone needed to be awake to keep Jae awake; if he was asleep who would do that.
Half an hour later Jae was trying not to sleep himself, looking at the endless road, and listening to the soft sounds of his friends’ breathing. Yunho in the back, and Yoochun, his head rested on his arm on the window- fast asleep. Rolling down his window he invited a wind into the car, and it toyed with his black hair, whipping it around his face until he tucked it behind his ear. But it cleared away the threatening cobwebs of sleep, goose flesh rose along Yoochun’s arm and unlike the other two he wasn’t wearing a sweater –stupid boy. Rolling the window back up Jae vowed to turn into the next town they came across to find a motel for the rest of the night.
They were never going to make the coast at this pace- but they were all exhausted from a night and a day straight of sleeping in shifts. Besides, it’s not like anyone was awake to argue with him.
It was called ‘Pleasant creek’ and Jae didn’t really want to stick around to see how pleasant it really was. He hated tiny places like this, so he looked for the best all night dive he could find. Not that it was really night; it was now progressing into ‘why the fuck am I still awake?’ and he didn’t plan on staying awake there. Parking the car no one stirred, Yoochun if anything tried to curl in his seat into the warmth of his own body.
Long elegant hand hit the bell and it echoed in the stillness of the reception desk, thinking about the two in the car he glowered at the bell and hit it again. Still when no one came he hit it three times in rapid succession. He was rewarded with a muffled curse from the next room and a rather grumpy looking man shuffling out to see him. Forgoing politeness Jae demanded a room; paying without glam and turning on his heels he left with the room key clutched in his hand.
“Damn, ungrateful punks.” He heard but kept walking, all he wanted to do was get into a bed and sleep until it was dark again. Opening the rear door where Yunho was sitting, he moved his legs out of the way so he could lean almost fully in the car and shake the other man’s shoulder.
“Baby, get up.” He’s careful and slowly Yunho’s eyes flutter open to look at him, his mouth slack. He looks at Jae, and out the window behind him.
“Where are we?”
“Some red-neck hick town.”
“Why?” Yunho stretches as much as he can and leans forward a little for a quick kiss from Jae’s pale lips. Those lip –only a moment ago locked in an annoyed scowl- curved upwards in a devilish smirk.
“Sleep.”
“Okay, you got the room already?”
“Yeah, let’s get our stuff in there and come back for Chunie.” A nod, and he was clambering backwards out of the car, careful not to hit his head because he’s done that one too many times already. Yunho gets out next stretching his legs arms and back, taking note of ever muscle that protests in pain to him sleeping in such an awkward position. They open the trunk and pull out Jae and Yoochun’s bags, pulling Yunho’s from the car and bringing them up to the eerily dark hotel room.
Then back down to the car to fetch their sleeping youngest. Yoochun’s lips are parted just a bit and he’d probably start drooling if they let him sit there like that, and Yunho’s neck twinges in sympathy for the angle the younger is forced at. Jae opens the door carefully and Yunho is there slipping his arms around a skinny torso to keep him from falling out of the car. Yoochun starts, moaning softly and trying to untangle himself from strong arms. Jae is carefully extracting him from the clutches of the seatbelt. Being bigger Yunho wraps his arm around Yoochun’s narrow waist and holds him up on legs that quiver and tremble. Yoochun’s head is flopped on his shoulder and he curses sloppily at them, trying to push his hair from his eyes with his free hand.
Moving ahead of them to get doors Jae leads them to the room, and Yoochun is almost asleep on his feet again by the time they get to the room. Without turning on the lights Yunho tosses the small man on the bed where he rolls over and pulls his knees to his chest for warmth and doesn’t move. Jae tangles his hands in Yunho’s short bleached hair and kisses him languidly.
“Lets sleep.” He pulls away to pull his sweater over his head, flinging it on the floor to their left. Yunho unzips his jacket and drapes it over a chair he can make out from the murky light pouring in through the one window. Next goes his own sleeveless shirt and Jae’s already kicked off his pants and is working with an unwilling Yoochun to get his off. Lining up his shoes Yunho peels his socks off and wiggles his toes because it feels nice to be free. Next his jeans are gone and the air conditioning is running cold fingertips down his bare legs. He joins and pulls off Yoochun’s t-shirt, his pale chest glows and nipples harden from the chill, he’s already pulling away, trying to curl into another ball.
They fall asleep tangled together, Jae resting his head under Yoochun’s chin, sharing his warmth with the skinny teen. Behind them pressed tightly up against Yoochun’s back Yunho smoothes the other’s hair from his face and kisses one shoulder softly before arranging his arms so he’s holding his two boys close.
The moment he closes his eyes he’s asleep.
They only wake up once, Jae’s eyes open against the light pouring in through the window. Pissed off beyond reason at being awake he pulls away from the enticing warmth he pads across the floor to close the drapes and the light is gone. Satisfied he crosses the room again to relieve his bladder before falling back into Yoochun’s arms again for a few more hours of precious sleep.
It’s past noon when Yunho wakes up, the clock on the wall over his head says it about four, and he buries his face in Yoochun’s neck trying not to be awake. The scent of the road, and Yoochun’s almost fruity shampoo suffocates him in the most wonderful way. Jae peeks over Yoochun’s bony shoulder, a small smile on his lips.
“Are you awake?” He whispers, and Yunho blinks up at him.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Good, lets shower.” His smile is full of mischief and Yunho feels his cheeks flush a little.
“Fine.” It’s Yoochun speaking with his eyes closed, pouting and Jae chuckles. Leaning down to kiss his cheek wetly.
“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to drag you to the shower asleep or not did you?”
“…” Pulling his arms over his head so he’s hiding from them and now it’s Yunho’s deep chuckle against his back.
“Don’t be like that Chunie.” Yunho rans hands down Yoochun’s sides, feeling every rib on the way down. The third is already getting out of bed and leaving Yunho in charge of making sure Yoochun joins them instead of sulking. All it really takes is some coaxing kisses along the line of his spine and smooth hands running down his chest, sitting warm over his stomach; butterfly fingertips, taping lower.
“Damn you.” Yoochun snarls before rolling into the older man’s embrace, kissing him soundly. He has the slimy feeling in his mouth from being asleep, but so does Yunho and he loves everything about Yoochun, even the slime on his teeth. The shower starts and Jae is singing loudly the door left open.
“I think he wants us to join him.” Yunho stated, and Yoochun gave him an annoyed look.
“You think?”
Wet mouths sliding across water slicked skin, Yunho held onto the wall and closed his eyes. Jae was rubbing soapy hands across his chest, smoothing his fingers over the strong pectoral muscles. Yoochun’s hands on his waist, and the soft tongue of the washcloth smoothing down the lines of his back, paying careful attention to the sore muscles in his shoulders.
Then Jae was dropping to his knees to wash Yunho’s legs and there shouldn’t have been enough room in the small shower for the three of them, but they were managing admirably. Yoochun’s long fingers in his hair carefully lathering the shampoo in the shorts strands, kissing his shoulders as he did so, Jae swallowed around his half interested cock and his world melted and swirled down the drain like the water that ran off their bodies.
They lounged together in the hotel room until about dinner time, the television playing as Yoochun sprawled on the bed, Jae’s head propped in his lap; his fingers running through damp black hair.
Yunho was cruising in the car, exploring the limits of the tiny highway town they had stumbled onto. These little places always seemed peaceful to him, nothing like the chaos of car alarms and flashing lights of the inner city they left. His mission was to get dinner and bring it back to the room for the other two. Revived on a full rest and a long playful jaunt in the shower, he stopped in front of a diner at long last.
The waitress smiled at him kindly.
“Good evening.” Yunho said politely, tipping his head at her. “May I have a menu?”
“Aren’t you polite.” She placed the menu in front of him and he thanked her; she seemed delighted to just have someone to talk too. The diner was empty except for him; and she hung around until he chose three orders. “That’s a lot of food for one boy.”
“Actually, I’d like it to go, I’m bringing it back to my friends at the motel.”
“Hitting the other side of town after that?”
“Something like it.” Yunho smiled again, turning up the charm. “Can I get a coffee while I wait?”
“Sure thing hun.” Yunho looked outside at the sky, it was after dinner but the sky was dark as a midnight. The cup settled in front of him with the slight clink of glass on glass, she smiled down at him. “We don’t get a lot of Asians here, where are you headed?”
“We want to see the ocean.”
“Which one?”
“Pacific,” Yunho smiled. “Going for San Fran.” She nodded and he stirred ample sugar and milk into his coffee cup, sipping at it to test the heat. It was nice and warm so he blew softly on the surface. “Gonna see everything on the way there.”
“You’re accent, where you coming from?”
“New York.”
“Oh, an inner city boy!” Yunho chuckled and she did too, “Traveling our great country. Summer project?”
“Sort of.” Yunho shrugged, “Needed to get away.”
“I don’t blame you, those cities- terrible places.”
“Don’t have much of a choice in what I call home.” He smiled ruefully at her, and she had no way of knowing how close to that the truth really was. His innocent smile let on nothing.
Pairing: Jae x Chun x Ho
Rating: High R
Summary: A long empty road in the middle of the night, Yunho’s driving, Jae asleep in the back; covered with his coat like a blanket, Yoochun in the passenger seat; head pillowed on his skinny arm. This is their story, an interlude to life as they make their way to the other ocean on a summer’s journey.
Notes: For my fans, yes all two of them.
+They never had sex in a church before- still, now wasn’t the best time.+
Jae slapped Yoochun’s fingers away from the radio irritably, the younger man narrowed his eyes at him, but they had already returned to the road. Staring out into the seemingly endless darkness in front of them. Focus on the road.
There were no stars and no moon tonight, only the thick cloud cover and the headlights that cut through the darkness like a knife. Pale skin glowed in the lights from the digital display and Jae’s fingers toyed with the cruise control button. Yoochun was sulking now, looking moodily out the window; and his own reflection found there. The soft jazz poured from the radio and grated on his nerves like nothing else but Jae would not let him change it.
Yunho was asleep in the back seat, using his pack as a pillow he was rested against one door; legs curled awkwardly to fit in the limited space. Yoochun toyed with the idea of crawling back there and waking up Yunho enough that he could twine their bodies together and he could go to sleep. First, in the car there was not much room to get into the back if you’re in the front, and someone needed to be awake to keep Jae awake; if he was asleep who would do that.
Half an hour later Jae was trying not to sleep himself, looking at the endless road, and listening to the soft sounds of his friends’ breathing. Yunho in the back, and Yoochun, his head rested on his arm on the window- fast asleep. Rolling down his window he invited a wind into the car, and it toyed with his black hair, whipping it around his face until he tucked it behind his ear. But it cleared away the threatening cobwebs of sleep, goose flesh rose along Yoochun’s arm and unlike the other two he wasn’t wearing a sweater –stupid boy. Rolling the window back up Jae vowed to turn into the next town they came across to find a motel for the rest of the night.
They were never going to make the coast at this pace- but they were all exhausted from a night and a day straight of sleeping in shifts. Besides, it’s not like anyone was awake to argue with him.
It was called ‘Pleasant creek’ and Jae didn’t really want to stick around to see how pleasant it really was. He hated tiny places like this, so he looked for the best all night dive he could find. Not that it was really night; it was now progressing into ‘why the fuck am I still awake?’ and he didn’t plan on staying awake there. Parking the car no one stirred, Yoochun if anything tried to curl in his seat into the warmth of his own body.
Long elegant hand hit the bell and it echoed in the stillness of the reception desk, thinking about the two in the car he glowered at the bell and hit it again. Still when no one came he hit it three times in rapid succession. He was rewarded with a muffled curse from the next room and a rather grumpy looking man shuffling out to see him. Forgoing politeness Jae demanded a room; paying without glam and turning on his heels he left with the room key clutched in his hand.
“Damn, ungrateful punks.” He heard but kept walking, all he wanted to do was get into a bed and sleep until it was dark again. Opening the rear door where Yunho was sitting, he moved his legs out of the way so he could lean almost fully in the car and shake the other man’s shoulder.
“Baby, get up.” He’s careful and slowly Yunho’s eyes flutter open to look at him, his mouth slack. He looks at Jae, and out the window behind him.
“Where are we?”
“Some red-neck hick town.”
“Why?” Yunho stretches as much as he can and leans forward a little for a quick kiss from Jae’s pale lips. Those lip –only a moment ago locked in an annoyed scowl- curved upwards in a devilish smirk.
“Sleep.”
“Okay, you got the room already?”
“Yeah, let’s get our stuff in there and come back for Chunie.” A nod, and he was clambering backwards out of the car, careful not to hit his head because he’s done that one too many times already. Yunho gets out next stretching his legs arms and back, taking note of ever muscle that protests in pain to him sleeping in such an awkward position. They open the trunk and pull out Jae and Yoochun’s bags, pulling Yunho’s from the car and bringing them up to the eerily dark hotel room.
Then back down to the car to fetch their sleeping youngest. Yoochun’s lips are parted just a bit and he’d probably start drooling if they let him sit there like that, and Yunho’s neck twinges in sympathy for the angle the younger is forced at. Jae opens the door carefully and Yunho is there slipping his arms around a skinny torso to keep him from falling out of the car. Yoochun starts, moaning softly and trying to untangle himself from strong arms. Jae is carefully extracting him from the clutches of the seatbelt. Being bigger Yunho wraps his arm around Yoochun’s narrow waist and holds him up on legs that quiver and tremble. Yoochun’s head is flopped on his shoulder and he curses sloppily at them, trying to push his hair from his eyes with his free hand.
Moving ahead of them to get doors Jae leads them to the room, and Yoochun is almost asleep on his feet again by the time they get to the room. Without turning on the lights Yunho tosses the small man on the bed where he rolls over and pulls his knees to his chest for warmth and doesn’t move. Jae tangles his hands in Yunho’s short bleached hair and kisses him languidly.
“Lets sleep.” He pulls away to pull his sweater over his head, flinging it on the floor to their left. Yunho unzips his jacket and drapes it over a chair he can make out from the murky light pouring in through the one window. Next goes his own sleeveless shirt and Jae’s already kicked off his pants and is working with an unwilling Yoochun to get his off. Lining up his shoes Yunho peels his socks off and wiggles his toes because it feels nice to be free. Next his jeans are gone and the air conditioning is running cold fingertips down his bare legs. He joins and pulls off Yoochun’s t-shirt, his pale chest glows and nipples harden from the chill, he’s already pulling away, trying to curl into another ball.
They fall asleep tangled together, Jae resting his head under Yoochun’s chin, sharing his warmth with the skinny teen. Behind them pressed tightly up against Yoochun’s back Yunho smoothes the other’s hair from his face and kisses one shoulder softly before arranging his arms so he’s holding his two boys close.
The moment he closes his eyes he’s asleep.
They only wake up once, Jae’s eyes open against the light pouring in through the window. Pissed off beyond reason at being awake he pulls away from the enticing warmth he pads across the floor to close the drapes and the light is gone. Satisfied he crosses the room again to relieve his bladder before falling back into Yoochun’s arms again for a few more hours of precious sleep.
It’s past noon when Yunho wakes up, the clock on the wall over his head says it about four, and he buries his face in Yoochun’s neck trying not to be awake. The scent of the road, and Yoochun’s almost fruity shampoo suffocates him in the most wonderful way. Jae peeks over Yoochun’s bony shoulder, a small smile on his lips.
“Are you awake?” He whispers, and Yunho blinks up at him.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Good, lets shower.” His smile is full of mischief and Yunho feels his cheeks flush a little.
“Fine.” It’s Yoochun speaking with his eyes closed, pouting and Jae chuckles. Leaning down to kiss his cheek wetly.
“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to drag you to the shower asleep or not did you?”
“…” Pulling his arms over his head so he’s hiding from them and now it’s Yunho’s deep chuckle against his back.
“Don’t be like that Chunie.” Yunho rans hands down Yoochun’s sides, feeling every rib on the way down. The third is already getting out of bed and leaving Yunho in charge of making sure Yoochun joins them instead of sulking. All it really takes is some coaxing kisses along the line of his spine and smooth hands running down his chest, sitting warm over his stomach; butterfly fingertips, taping lower.
“Damn you.” Yoochun snarls before rolling into the older man’s embrace, kissing him soundly. He has the slimy feeling in his mouth from being asleep, but so does Yunho and he loves everything about Yoochun, even the slime on his teeth. The shower starts and Jae is singing loudly the door left open.
“I think he wants us to join him.” Yunho stated, and Yoochun gave him an annoyed look.
“You think?”
Wet mouths sliding across water slicked skin, Yunho held onto the wall and closed his eyes. Jae was rubbing soapy hands across his chest, smoothing his fingers over the strong pectoral muscles. Yoochun’s hands on his waist, and the soft tongue of the washcloth smoothing down the lines of his back, paying careful attention to the sore muscles in his shoulders.
Then Jae was dropping to his knees to wash Yunho’s legs and there shouldn’t have been enough room in the small shower for the three of them, but they were managing admirably. Yoochun’s long fingers in his hair carefully lathering the shampoo in the shorts strands, kissing his shoulders as he did so, Jae swallowed around his half interested cock and his world melted and swirled down the drain like the water that ran off their bodies.
They lounged together in the hotel room until about dinner time, the television playing as Yoochun sprawled on the bed, Jae’s head propped in his lap; his fingers running through damp black hair.
Yunho was cruising in the car, exploring the limits of the tiny highway town they had stumbled onto. These little places always seemed peaceful to him, nothing like the chaos of car alarms and flashing lights of the inner city they left. His mission was to get dinner and bring it back to the room for the other two. Revived on a full rest and a long playful jaunt in the shower, he stopped in front of a diner at long last.
The waitress smiled at him kindly.
“Good evening.” Yunho said politely, tipping his head at her. “May I have a menu?”
“Aren’t you polite.” She placed the menu in front of him and he thanked her; she seemed delighted to just have someone to talk too. The diner was empty except for him; and she hung around until he chose three orders. “That’s a lot of food for one boy.”
“Actually, I’d like it to go, I’m bringing it back to my friends at the motel.”
“Hitting the other side of town after that?”
“Something like it.” Yunho smiled again, turning up the charm. “Can I get a coffee while I wait?”
“Sure thing hun.” Yunho looked outside at the sky, it was after dinner but the sky was dark as a midnight. The cup settled in front of him with the slight clink of glass on glass, she smiled down at him. “We don’t get a lot of Asians here, where are you headed?”
“We want to see the ocean.”
“Which one?”
“Pacific,” Yunho smiled. “Going for San Fran.” She nodded and he stirred ample sugar and milk into his coffee cup, sipping at it to test the heat. It was nice and warm so he blew softly on the surface. “Gonna see everything on the way there.”
“You’re accent, where you coming from?”
“New York.”
“Oh, an inner city boy!” Yunho chuckled and she did too, “Traveling our great country. Summer project?”
“Sort of.” Yunho shrugged, “Needed to get away.”
“I don’t blame you, those cities- terrible places.”
“Don’t have much of a choice in what I call home.” He smiled ruefully at her, and she had no way of knowing how close to that the truth really was. His innocent smile let on nothing.
