Crossing Statelines Part Two
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Crossing Statelines
Pairing: Jae x Chun x Ho
Rating: High R
Yoochun had his fingers in his mouth, biting down on the skin to keep himself from sobbing. They were making enough noise as it was already, with the dresser hitting the wall. Jae’s grip around his ankles was bruising, but the angle it held him at had him seeing stars. The dresser had his ass at just the right height for Jae; and they could both feel it, just how far into the other man’s body he was pressing, making his insides burn and tingle.
Yunho closed the door softly and smiled at him, listening to the muffled sobs torn form Yoochun’s throat; and Jae’s string of soft muttering. “You’re my beautiful baby, you like that don’t you? Can you feel me so deep, I’m so deep inside you.”
Setting the food down on the table he places his cold hands on Jae’s shoulders, raising gooseflesh in their wake. Only the top of his ass is visible above the line of his jeans; Yunho flutters fingertips all the way down the line of his spine and Jae moans. He pressing in hard and fast and Yoochun it almost unable to contain his cries as Jae abuses him so deliciously. Jae eventually comes with a long drawn out moan, arching his back and thrusting deep as he ejaculates. He collapses bonelessly on Yoochun, pushing his hips painfully into the dresser, it’s Yunho who pulls him off. He bends over, threading his fingers with Yoochun’s as goes to reach for his own cock. Giving the slender digits a squeeze he pulls the head into his mouth and Yoochun let’s out a breathy ‘fuck yeah’.
It doesn’t take long at all before he is snarling his fingers in Yunho’s short hair, cussing softly as Yunho swallows his orgasm. Jae has already cleaned up and is poking through the food.
Yoochun picks at his food eating only the parts he deems fit, while the other two are two busy shoving the food away to even notice.
“The waitress says it looks like a pretty bad storm and we shouldn’t go on tonight.”
“Must you make friends with every breathing person we come across?” Jae looks annoyed and Yunho returns the look, Yoochun to too busy criticizing his chicken to care.
“There is nothing wrong with being nice.” They’ve been over this before and neither of them really wants to get into this fight again, not if they plan on getting anywhere tonight, even if it is back to bed. Chances of Yoochun stepping in are low, because he sulking over his food, and thinks they are both stupid anyways. “I think maybe we should try to wait out the storm.”
“Not here.” Jae says instantly, and Yunho can almost see the hostility that winds around the pretty man, his face turning mean. “I’m not staying here.”
“What would you have us do? Wreck on the highway in the middle of a storm?” Yunho is as usual the voice of reason, Jae has narrowed his eyes. Yoochun is rolling something across his plate with distain and he takes a long drink of the bottled water Yunho brought for him.
“Make a break for Lincoln.”
“Does it really matter that much to you where we get stranded?” Yunho blinks and Jae gives him a cloudy look.
“Yeah it does. Drop it.”
“Chunie.” Yunho says softly turning to him, “Where do you want to go?” He hates it when they talk to him like he’s a child he just looks up and with a sardonic twist of his lips answers.
“I don’t care.”
The dichotomy of their love life is fascinating to Yunho, how they could care for each other so passionately while fighting almost constantly is a wonder to him. But after everything he’d rather spend his time bickering with Jae and trying to get Yoochun to behave almost normal then settle down with a girlfriend and please his parents.
But that’s what this is all about isn’t it? A break from everything.
“Lincoln isn’t far, if we do leave now, maybe we can make it.” Yunho caves and Jae looked rather satisfied; Yoochun is left most his plate uneaten and has moved to looking at his nails as if to say ‘I don’t care about you two’.
Instead of gloating, Jae takes Yoochun’s dropped fork and tries to wheedle a little more food into the other man. Yunho smiles faintly and joins him. Between the two of them they get him to finish off half the plate.
This time it’s Yoochun driving, his long fingers gripping the wheel; as he battles the wind to keep on the road. Another gust hits the side of the convertible and it shudders, his grip tightening on the wheel to keep it still in his hands. The rain is coming down in solid sheets, intermingled with ice pellets, the road is slick as ice and he’s barely pushing fifty. No other cars for miles around because they didn’t want to chance the interstate.
Jae is sitting gloomy in the back, and Yunho won’t say I told you so, not that it helps right now. A strong gust sweeps over the road, and Yoochun swears slowing down to a crawl. As soon as he regains control he pushes the gas again, he just wants to hit the next settlement. Even with the heater on his fingers are chilled –which is normal for him, he has a shallow blood circulation resulting in his almost constant cold feet. He presses it forward faster, thanking of nothing but a warm bed, crawling into Yunho’s warm arms, and leeching the heat from his tangled lovers.
“Shit!” Yoochun cries, and the tree comes down on the road, some of the branches slapping the hood of the car and hits the breaks suddenly jerking the wheel hard to the left. Yunho’s fingers dig in deep into the dashboard as the car swerves, Yoochun trying to take control, but he can’t see well with the leaves stuck to the windshield and his heart is pounding loudly in his ears.
The car hits an electricity pole and the air bag deploys snapping his wrists off the wheel painfully and pushing him back into his seat. Yunho is caught in the chest by his and he is drowning in a sea of white material; pressing into his face and head. His neck is going to be sore later from the whiplash.
“Are you alright?” Jae calls uncertainly, there is a quaver in his voice that doesn’t sound a thing like Jae.
“I’m fine, Chunnie?” Yunho is untangling himself from his airbag, shoving it away from himself, Yoochun swears and he smiles. Yoochun looks at him, eyes wide, face pale and he’s trembling. “Birdie, are you okay?” The endearment slips by and Yoochun doesn’t say anything to it, he’s too scared, too shaken.
“Oh, baby it’s okay.” Jae assures him, but he wasn’t the one holding the wheel, he didn’t have the split second reaction, the twist of the wheel that sent them into a pole. Hands shake and Yunho quickly takes them in both and Yoochun hisses in pain. “Baby what hurts?” He can feel his own head throbbing where it hit the glass of his window, but Yoochun always seemed more fragile and it’s his nature to worry about the youngest first.
“My wrist.” Yunho looks at it carefully, but can’t say anything about it yet- it already looks like it’s swelling.
“We can’t stay in here.” Jae reasons. Yunho gives him a sharp look, implying ‘your judgement got us this far.’ “I saw a small building right before, I think we should go there. Maybe they will have something to wrap his wrist with.” Using the Yoochun card, and he could almost see the thoughts ticking in Yunho’s eyes, weighing the advantages and disadvantages quickly.
Jae never told them he’s claustrophobic. He doesn’t like the idea of being trapped in the car but keep the panic in check. He’s stronger then this. Finally Yunho nods and Jae is pulling back the seats to reach their bags. Yoochun looks shaken so Yunho kisses him softly, murmuring to him in his low sexy voice. Tossing the bags out, Jae pulls out his raincoat from the back, and passes it too Yoochun.
“Wear this, it’ll keep you from getting wet.” For himself he places his warm clothing in the bottom of his bag intent on just changing when they get there. Yunho follows his lead with a nod.
“Ready?” He asks, looking all the leader everyone but him can see he is meant to be. Jae nods and so does Yoochun.
The dash through the rain is blurry, Jae remembers the wind screaming in his face and pushing against his body. The ground sliding under his feet, cold water soaking into his converse sneakers. There is a cry, and Yunho’s slipped and fallen but Yoochun is helping him up but Jae can’t help because he’s almost there and he needs to get it open for them.
Door won’t budge at first but Jae slams himself against it in frustration and it gives inwards. All but falling into to the threshold he is almost stepped on as Yoochun flies through, his good hand griped tightly in Yunho’s strong one. He helps Jae up as Yoochun closes the door behind them; already a puddle is forming around them, spreading like a dark stain across the floor.
“It’s deserted.” Yunho breaths looking around the room, Yoochun’s arm is cradled to himself and his eyes look up at the altar at the far end of the room, all the dusty benches along the way. Lining the room like forgotten soldiers.
“It’s a church.” Yoochun frowned. It’s not much more then one big cavernous room, it’s cold in here too and Jae shivered; his wet shirt clinging to his skin, stinging where ice pellets hit.
Yunho is pulling off his soaked shirt and Yoochun is wondering deeper into the room, drawn to the darker corners. “You’re frozen.” Yunho murmurs against his shoulder; slipping the hem of his shirt up and over his head. It landed on a nearby bench with a wet squelching noise.
“Hey, anyone know how to light a woodstove?” Not wanting to move from the relative warmth of Yunho’s hold. They followed the sound of Yoochun’s voice to the corner where he’s standing there dripping on the floor. His lips are loosing colour and he’s almost visibly shaking; long light brown hair plastered to the sides of his face.
“There’s a lighter in my pocket.” He indicates the pocket of the coat Yoochun is wearing, so Yunho fetched it for him –Yoochun can’t it’s on his injured side. His eyes are drawn to Yunho’s shirtless form as he kneels on the dirty floor with the lighter in hand –and people say it’s a filthy habit. There is some fire wood piled beside it, and Yunho doesn’t have half a clue on how to light one of these, but he moves his hands like he does and that’s good enough for Jae.
“Here, lets get you out of that and into something dry.” Jae paused unzipping the jacket; Yoochun simply held one arm out to the side and the other pressed tightly against his chest. Sliding it over the sharp hill of his shoulder and off his good arm, Yoochun flinched when Jae tried to move his arm away from his chest. “Baby work with me here.”
“…” Yoochun gave him an annoyed look but moved his arm, and Jae very carefully pulled the fabric off, Yoochun’s shirt was damp; and he wondered if he should try to take it off too. “Jae, it hurts.” It’s almost a whine and if it had been any other setting and any other person Jae would have snapped at them but this was Yoochun, and he was hurt. Yoochun isn’t just any person.
Pairing: Jae x Chun x Ho
Rating: High R
Yoochun had his fingers in his mouth, biting down on the skin to keep himself from sobbing. They were making enough noise as it was already, with the dresser hitting the wall. Jae’s grip around his ankles was bruising, but the angle it held him at had him seeing stars. The dresser had his ass at just the right height for Jae; and they could both feel it, just how far into the other man’s body he was pressing, making his insides burn and tingle.
Yunho closed the door softly and smiled at him, listening to the muffled sobs torn form Yoochun’s throat; and Jae’s string of soft muttering. “You’re my beautiful baby, you like that don’t you? Can you feel me so deep, I’m so deep inside you.”
Setting the food down on the table he places his cold hands on Jae’s shoulders, raising gooseflesh in their wake. Only the top of his ass is visible above the line of his jeans; Yunho flutters fingertips all the way down the line of his spine and Jae moans. He pressing in hard and fast and Yoochun it almost unable to contain his cries as Jae abuses him so deliciously. Jae eventually comes with a long drawn out moan, arching his back and thrusting deep as he ejaculates. He collapses bonelessly on Yoochun, pushing his hips painfully into the dresser, it’s Yunho who pulls him off. He bends over, threading his fingers with Yoochun’s as goes to reach for his own cock. Giving the slender digits a squeeze he pulls the head into his mouth and Yoochun let’s out a breathy ‘fuck yeah’.
It doesn’t take long at all before he is snarling his fingers in Yunho’s short hair, cussing softly as Yunho swallows his orgasm. Jae has already cleaned up and is poking through the food.
Yoochun picks at his food eating only the parts he deems fit, while the other two are two busy shoving the food away to even notice.
“The waitress says it looks like a pretty bad storm and we shouldn’t go on tonight.”
“Must you make friends with every breathing person we come across?” Jae looks annoyed and Yunho returns the look, Yoochun to too busy criticizing his chicken to care.
“There is nothing wrong with being nice.” They’ve been over this before and neither of them really wants to get into this fight again, not if they plan on getting anywhere tonight, even if it is back to bed. Chances of Yoochun stepping in are low, because he sulking over his food, and thinks they are both stupid anyways. “I think maybe we should try to wait out the storm.”
“Not here.” Jae says instantly, and Yunho can almost see the hostility that winds around the pretty man, his face turning mean. “I’m not staying here.”
“What would you have us do? Wreck on the highway in the middle of a storm?” Yunho is as usual the voice of reason, Jae has narrowed his eyes. Yoochun is rolling something across his plate with distain and he takes a long drink of the bottled water Yunho brought for him.
“Make a break for Lincoln.”
“Does it really matter that much to you where we get stranded?” Yunho blinks and Jae gives him a cloudy look.
“Yeah it does. Drop it.”
“Chunie.” Yunho says softly turning to him, “Where do you want to go?” He hates it when they talk to him like he’s a child he just looks up and with a sardonic twist of his lips answers.
“I don’t care.”
The dichotomy of their love life is fascinating to Yunho, how they could care for each other so passionately while fighting almost constantly is a wonder to him. But after everything he’d rather spend his time bickering with Jae and trying to get Yoochun to behave almost normal then settle down with a girlfriend and please his parents.
But that’s what this is all about isn’t it? A break from everything.
“Lincoln isn’t far, if we do leave now, maybe we can make it.” Yunho caves and Jae looked rather satisfied; Yoochun is left most his plate uneaten and has moved to looking at his nails as if to say ‘I don’t care about you two’.
Instead of gloating, Jae takes Yoochun’s dropped fork and tries to wheedle a little more food into the other man. Yunho smiles faintly and joins him. Between the two of them they get him to finish off half the plate.
This time it’s Yoochun driving, his long fingers gripping the wheel; as he battles the wind to keep on the road. Another gust hits the side of the convertible and it shudders, his grip tightening on the wheel to keep it still in his hands. The rain is coming down in solid sheets, intermingled with ice pellets, the road is slick as ice and he’s barely pushing fifty. No other cars for miles around because they didn’t want to chance the interstate.
Jae is sitting gloomy in the back, and Yunho won’t say I told you so, not that it helps right now. A strong gust sweeps over the road, and Yoochun swears slowing down to a crawl. As soon as he regains control he pushes the gas again, he just wants to hit the next settlement. Even with the heater on his fingers are chilled –which is normal for him, he has a shallow blood circulation resulting in his almost constant cold feet. He presses it forward faster, thanking of nothing but a warm bed, crawling into Yunho’s warm arms, and leeching the heat from his tangled lovers.
“Shit!” Yoochun cries, and the tree comes down on the road, some of the branches slapping the hood of the car and hits the breaks suddenly jerking the wheel hard to the left. Yunho’s fingers dig in deep into the dashboard as the car swerves, Yoochun trying to take control, but he can’t see well with the leaves stuck to the windshield and his heart is pounding loudly in his ears.
The car hits an electricity pole and the air bag deploys snapping his wrists off the wheel painfully and pushing him back into his seat. Yunho is caught in the chest by his and he is drowning in a sea of white material; pressing into his face and head. His neck is going to be sore later from the whiplash.
“Are you alright?” Jae calls uncertainly, there is a quaver in his voice that doesn’t sound a thing like Jae.
“I’m fine, Chunnie?” Yunho is untangling himself from his airbag, shoving it away from himself, Yoochun swears and he smiles. Yoochun looks at him, eyes wide, face pale and he’s trembling. “Birdie, are you okay?” The endearment slips by and Yoochun doesn’t say anything to it, he’s too scared, too shaken.
“Oh, baby it’s okay.” Jae assures him, but he wasn’t the one holding the wheel, he didn’t have the split second reaction, the twist of the wheel that sent them into a pole. Hands shake and Yunho quickly takes them in both and Yoochun hisses in pain. “Baby what hurts?” He can feel his own head throbbing where it hit the glass of his window, but Yoochun always seemed more fragile and it’s his nature to worry about the youngest first.
“My wrist.” Yunho looks at it carefully, but can’t say anything about it yet- it already looks like it’s swelling.
“We can’t stay in here.” Jae reasons. Yunho gives him a sharp look, implying ‘your judgement got us this far.’ “I saw a small building right before, I think we should go there. Maybe they will have something to wrap his wrist with.” Using the Yoochun card, and he could almost see the thoughts ticking in Yunho’s eyes, weighing the advantages and disadvantages quickly.
Jae never told them he’s claustrophobic. He doesn’t like the idea of being trapped in the car but keep the panic in check. He’s stronger then this. Finally Yunho nods and Jae is pulling back the seats to reach their bags. Yoochun looks shaken so Yunho kisses him softly, murmuring to him in his low sexy voice. Tossing the bags out, Jae pulls out his raincoat from the back, and passes it too Yoochun.
“Wear this, it’ll keep you from getting wet.” For himself he places his warm clothing in the bottom of his bag intent on just changing when they get there. Yunho follows his lead with a nod.
“Ready?” He asks, looking all the leader everyone but him can see he is meant to be. Jae nods and so does Yoochun.
The dash through the rain is blurry, Jae remembers the wind screaming in his face and pushing against his body. The ground sliding under his feet, cold water soaking into his converse sneakers. There is a cry, and Yunho’s slipped and fallen but Yoochun is helping him up but Jae can’t help because he’s almost there and he needs to get it open for them.
Door won’t budge at first but Jae slams himself against it in frustration and it gives inwards. All but falling into to the threshold he is almost stepped on as Yoochun flies through, his good hand griped tightly in Yunho’s strong one. He helps Jae up as Yoochun closes the door behind them; already a puddle is forming around them, spreading like a dark stain across the floor.
“It’s deserted.” Yunho breaths looking around the room, Yoochun’s arm is cradled to himself and his eyes look up at the altar at the far end of the room, all the dusty benches along the way. Lining the room like forgotten soldiers.
“It’s a church.” Yoochun frowned. It’s not much more then one big cavernous room, it’s cold in here too and Jae shivered; his wet shirt clinging to his skin, stinging where ice pellets hit.
Yunho is pulling off his soaked shirt and Yoochun is wondering deeper into the room, drawn to the darker corners. “You’re frozen.” Yunho murmurs against his shoulder; slipping the hem of his shirt up and over his head. It landed on a nearby bench with a wet squelching noise.
“Hey, anyone know how to light a woodstove?” Not wanting to move from the relative warmth of Yunho’s hold. They followed the sound of Yoochun’s voice to the corner where he’s standing there dripping on the floor. His lips are loosing colour and he’s almost visibly shaking; long light brown hair plastered to the sides of his face.
“There’s a lighter in my pocket.” He indicates the pocket of the coat Yoochun is wearing, so Yunho fetched it for him –Yoochun can’t it’s on his injured side. His eyes are drawn to Yunho’s shirtless form as he kneels on the dirty floor with the lighter in hand –and people say it’s a filthy habit. There is some fire wood piled beside it, and Yunho doesn’t have half a clue on how to light one of these, but he moves his hands like he does and that’s good enough for Jae.
“Here, lets get you out of that and into something dry.” Jae paused unzipping the jacket; Yoochun simply held one arm out to the side and the other pressed tightly against his chest. Sliding it over the sharp hill of his shoulder and off his good arm, Yoochun flinched when Jae tried to move his arm away from his chest. “Baby work with me here.”
“…” Yoochun gave him an annoyed look but moved his arm, and Jae very carefully pulled the fabric off, Yoochun’s shirt was damp; and he wondered if he should try to take it off too. “Jae, it hurts.” It’s almost a whine and if it had been any other setting and any other person Jae would have snapped at them but this was Yoochun, and he was hurt. Yoochun isn’t just any person.
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Date: 2007-03-24 01:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-24 05:54 am (UTC)Thank you
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Date: 2007-03-24 03:51 am (UTC)Lovely fic, hope to see the next part up soon! ^^
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Date: 2007-03-24 06:01 am (UTC)You know what me too (me four? ... five...) At any rate they seem to be having fun ^^;
Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2007-03-24 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-24 05:22 pm (UTC)Thank you~!
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Date: 2007-03-24 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-25 12:20 am (UTC)Threesomes make vanilla sex interesting =D
Also, I like YunChun.. I like JaeChun, I couldn't decide which I wanted for this, so OBVIOUSLY they had to be having a threesome... No?
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Date: 2007-04-20 02:36 am (UTC)Threesomes make EVERYTHING interesting. Epsecially when ANY member of DBSK is involved. >_< *pervs*