Crossing Statelines
Mar. 26th, 2007 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozing_kittenPairing: JaeHoChun
Part Three
“It’s swelling pretty fast.” He’s alarmed by the puffy looking skin where the normally delicate joint is. “We should find something to bind it with.” Yoochun shivers, and Jae gropes for his other hand feeling the small block of ice, wishing he was warm enough to heat the other boy, but his own hands feel like death's touch and there isn’t much he can do.
Popping the button on Yoochun’s sodden jeans, he has him sitting on a bench as he pulled his mud-caked shoes off and peeled the soaked socks off. Once he’s naked from the lower half down Jae decides it’d be better if he could get a dry shirt too, so with a lot of careful work he got the other man completely naked.
Yunho cursed silently, resisting the urge to throw the logs down and yell. Looking up, he spotted Yoochun’s pale naked form all the way across the room. His skin stands out stark white against the slipping shadows of the room, Jae’s naked torso beside his. A pair of cold wet boys, and Yunho sighs, his fingers are almost numb; they should have stayed in the car, but going back now doesn’t seem like a very good idea.
There was an old news paper propped against one of the legs of the bench, and he threw it in there, lighting it and trying to make it catch on some of the smaller pieces of wood. Knowing next to nothing about camping, or anything even remotely related he feels quite a bit of pride when it finally catches and he can close the door. Sitting back he can feel a little heat emanating from it already.
Jae had gotten some dry sweatpants on Yoochun by now and is biting his lip holding a shirt. Yoochun curses and doubles his body over his abused wrist; apparently they’ve managed to aggravate whatever’s wrong with it.
“Here. We’ll tie it with this.” Jae looks up at him, his face for a moment completely unreadable, Yunho’s pulled out a thin t-shirt from his bag. When he tries to get Yoochun to show him the damage he whimpers and shakes his head from side to side. “Come on, my little song bird.”
“Don’t call me that.” Yoochun snaps, glaring up at Yunho, he looks fierce; almost like he’s holding back tears.
“Chunie, Baby, let Yunho look at it.” Jae’s soothing almost musical voice seems to drain the tension from his body and he nods. There is the usual pang of jealousy, Yoochun always reacts the way Jae wants him too- he trusts Jae with that. Now is neither the time nor the place to think about any possible relationship problems.
“Okay.” Yunho is no doctor, nothing close actually, but Yoochun trusts him to make the pain go away. He hisses and cries out, trying to pull his arm back, but Jae is quickly there with a bruising grip around his elbow that stopped him from moving it and an arm wrapped around his waist. Still he makes some rather pitiful noises and Yunho almost faltered, but he quickly wraps it up and ties it tight.
“Oh, don’t cry.” Jae licks away the tears, collecting each salty droplet on his tongue and still more fall. Yunho is on his other side in a moment, gathering the slim body in his arms, fitting into the chemistry of the three of them easily. He nuzzles his ear and the damp cold part of his neck; it tastes like soap and rainwater. “Lets move to the front of the stove. We’ll… warm up.”
Yunho’s strong arms pulled Yoochun along, almost lifting him off his wobbly legs. Jae gathered all their bags and they set up camp on the hard floor in front of the stove. It gave off feeble fingers of warmth, caressing skin, but Yoochun still shirtless was shivering. Yunho was changing into some of the dry clothes from his bag, Jae worked on setting up their clothing to dry on the benches.
There was a folded blanket in Yunho’s bag, that he had shoved in there when he used it as a pillow the night before and Jae set it down on the floor; sitting their youngest down before trying again to ease him into his shirt. When Yunho kicked the bench he swore softly, but it didn’t cover up the sound of something clattering to the ground.
“My mobile.” Yoochun pointed to the sleek silver phone and Yunho grinned.
“We may be saved yet.”
There was no dial tone, only a lot of static fuzz; it must have shown on his face because Jae’s smile slowly faded.
“What’s wrong?”
“No dial tone. The storm must be interfering with the signal.”
“I hate this.” He said, his arm still cradled protectively; his face cast in a dark scowl.
“Not quite the vacation we envisioned is it?” Yunho sat down heavily, wrapped his arm around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him close. Jae, with his damp black hair falling alluringly into his deep eyes, crawled over to them, and sprawled like a large cat around Yoochun’s legs.
“I would have liked to hit a beach by now.” Jae said dreamily, and Yoochun sighed softly.
“I’m just happy not to be in New York right now.” He said finally, and Jae nodded his agreement.
“New York is huge, we could have disappeared without leaving so dramatically.” Yunho reasoned and Yoochun shook his head. True, Yoochun had never been able to do anything without a certain flare of drama about it.
“We needed this.”
“A car wreck and a creepy deserted church?” Yoochun snorted at Jae’s assessment, but he smiled and he still looks a little pale, but at least he’s smiling.
People who forced them out. The people who couldn’t see past their own noses, petty emotions, jealousy, rage, and envy. The selfish types who could not stand to see them happy, not without trying to destroy this beautiful thing.
The teacher who was failing Yoochun; then soliciting him to exchange blowjobs for passing grades. It’s the one way to get ahead he says, leering at Yoochun’s skinny frame over his glasses. You’ll pass, and make an old man happy; he’s all but drooling over himself as he rubs at his groin obscenely. It’s all you’ll ever be good for with the talent you show. He says meanly when Yoochun shoots him down.
”You’ll never get anywhere past sucking cocks for cash, not with your looks and attitude.”
Jae was almost suspended for punching him. There was a rather nasty follow-up with the Dean and Jae’s parents. Yoochun refused to talk, and between it all- Yoochun failed anyways.
With the straight As and the promise of becoming a doctor just like his parents wanted. With a mean streak hiding just under a pretty almost impassive visage; his relationship came as a bit of a nasty shock. The good miss and mister were confused at first, wanting their son to marry a nice docile girl and live in a cottage covered in ivy, where she could pop out children like a machine and have dinner on the table when the good doctor came home.
Jae wanted no part of that.
He brought Yunho home once, because he was generally less likely to say something stupid then Yoochun. His parents thought he was a ‘nice boy’ until they caught them making out in Jae’s room, then suddenly Yunho was less of a nice boy and more of a horrible vile influence on their perfect doctor in training. Hell Jae wasn’t even planning on becoming a doctor, but he liked to let his parents think whatever they wanted.
Yoochun laughed himself silly when he heard the story, laying under a tree using Yunho as a pillow while Jae picked through a bag of grapes, alternating between eating them and feeding them to the other two. He wasn’t laughing when Jae and Chang Min saved him from being beaten to a smear on the floor by the rest of Yunho’s football team. There was no basis for kicking Yunho off the team that wouldn’t result in a lawsuit, but suddenly he went from being a star to the bench warmer in the matter of a week it took a vindictive harpy to spread the word. The word was ‘Yunho likes faggy Asian boys.’ She couldn’t stand the fact that Yunho would rather fuck an almost nerdy biochem. major and a communication drama student then her.
He took it in stride, and never told his parents. They were both lawyers, both of them used him as an excuse to have an affair behind each other’s back. Yunho had given up on caring. Instead of living the football star’s dream he cut himself off from them, and slipped into the more contemporary social scene. Misfits, artist types, conspiracy doops and metal heads; but they could never be safe from people.
Yoochun had a single mother, model type; she and Yoochun never saw eye to eye on a goddamn thing. So after watching a movie on something like that Yoochun declared that they were going on a trip this summer.
‘We’ll leave all this shit behind us.’ At first it had just seemed like a lovely idea, but as they saved away money and began to plan their route between kisses and fucking in Yoochun’s empty house. Soon it began to materialize, and Yoochun had a friend in San Francisco he’d wanted to go meet, Jae wanted to see LA and Yunho just liked the feeling of an open road.
“It’s an adventure.” Yunho breathed; pressing a soft kiss to Yoochun’s hair.
“Adventure my ass.” He sighed; almost melting into the embrace. He still hurt, but with Yunho’s strong arms around him and Jae pillowed in his lap he began to feel almost at ease. The heat from the woodstove was washing over him in waves and his toes tingled where feeling returned. “What are we going to do?” Yunho’s arm tightened around him, and he buried his face in the crook of his neck, hot lips on cool skin. Reassuring.
“We’ll wait here till the worst blows over, then hightail it back to the nearest town so we can your wrist looked at.”
“…” Jae didn’t mention that it could be a full day until the storm passes enough for them to leave. He didn’t want to worry; not when Yoochun seems to have relaxed a little. “The most important question is, what do we do while waiting?”
“If I wasn’t hurt, I’d say we fuck.” Jae giggles and it’s up to Yunho to be the voice of reason as usual.
“We’re in a church.” He points out like it should matter to them.
“We’ve never done it in a church.” Jae says almost wistfully and Yunho made an annoyed sound. Yoochun wiggles a little, his laughter soft like the delicate tinkling of chimes.
“There’ll be other chances.” Jae grinned, Yunho was still rather mortified by the idea of having sex in a church of all places. “Other, more interesting places.”
“You’re a little sex pot.” Yunho muttered, and between them, they had tested their seemingly infallible libido. Sucking, tugging and fucking until skin was red and raw, drowning in their own spit, sweat and come in the hotel bed. It was the first time they ‘escaped’ it lasted a full two days in that dirty hotel room –Jae remarked at the time that they weren’t there for the decor.
“I like him.” Yoochun muttered, he tried to wiggle into a position where he could lay his head on Yunho’s chest properly.
“Stop that.” Jae whined, his head jolting when Yoochun did, and Yunho’s leg was falling asleep.
It hurt like a bitch. When he just left it there it would subside into a dull ache, but then a little movement and he was ready to cry again. Right now, it just hurt. No better way to explain it then that –it hurt. Now his legs were falling asleep too, but he couldn’t sleep –it hurt too much- but Jae had nodded off on his legs long ago. Yoochun was essentially selfish at heart, he never once pretended to be anything other then that. With a rather blunt look he could convey ‘if it comes down to you or me, it’s going to be me.’ Self-preservation had gotten him far.
Then he met Yunho, who had sacrificed, who had told him with a warm smile ‘you know what it’s alright.’ Slowly he learned that, if he could make Jae better, or Yunho; then he could give up a little bit of himself for that. That’s all right- he can handle that.
So he ignored his legs, focusing on the feeling instead of Yunho’s arms wrapped around his skinny torso- strong as steel keeping him from moving away. His chin was sharp on Yoochun’s shoulder, face pressed against his hair. Yoochun figured he knew how a piece of sandwich meat felt now. Not that he would ever eat a sandwich with processed meat in it.
“You’re thinking too loud.” Yunho’s voice whispered, voice low and husky, warm breath in his ear.
“Sorry.” Sarcasm wasn’t his thing –more of Jae’s forte- but it suited the situation and Yunho chuckled. “Do you think we can leave soon?”
“Want to go so soon? I think it’s kind of charming in here, with the dust decorum.” Maybe Jae wasn’t as asleep as he thought he was. Yunho chuckled again; tightening his arms around his middle.
“I hope so. How is your arm?”
“It hurts.”
“Poor baby.” Jae moves off his legs, sitting up and Yoochun hisses; he doesn’t think he can move his feet now either. Completely at the mercy of these two. Jae leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. “I’ll go check on the weather.”
Guilt is like a weight around his neck, and the rope burns, rubbing painfully every time Yoochun says it softly like that- ‘it hurts’. If he hadn’t insisted they leave so soon then maybe they could still be in the hotel loosing themselves in a sea of pleasure –intact. It’s cold away from the shared body heat, and even colder away from the bubble of heat rolling off the woodstove. Wrapping his arms around himself he walks across the hall; it’s darker here; and the hairs on his arms rise.
The wind blew in as he opened the door and for a moment it felt like it was going right through his skin, sapping heat straight from the core of his body. It seemed like it had stopped raining while they were lazing within the church, but the clouds still look menacingly dark; underbellies thick and swollen with unshed droplets. The sight struck an uneasy chord inside of him; nature was not something to be messed with. Now, if had thought of that a little sooner.
He had to struggle against the wind to close the door. Moving back to the heat he sat down cross-legged; looking at the two comfortably twined together. Yoochun’s face was pale; looking rather haggard; but he seemed almost relaxed in Yunho’s arms. Yunho was looking up at him expectantly; beautifully rounded eyes giving him an impassive look.
“The rain’s died down; but it still looks nasty out there.” He replied evenly, Yunho nodded, and like a child the talk seemed to go right over Yoochun’s head. It annoyed him and thrilled him that Yoochun would leave the details to them, trusting that they would do what was in his best interest. “I think we should head back anyways.”
“Probably, hopefully it’ll go better this time.” Yoochun looked up when Jae said that and he twisted his full lips into a pout.
“It wasn’t my fault.” No one answered him but Yunho smiled a little, pressing his lips again to the younger boy’s hair. “Whatever.”
“I’m going to get the car and bring it to the door.” With that he turned on his heels and walked away, leaving Yunho to reassure Yoochun.
“We’ll get you a doctor, get this looked at. You’ll be alright.” He pressed them together tightly.
“…”
“What’s the matter? Does it really hurt that much?”
“No not really.” Yoochun’s moods were sometimes a little hard to deal with, but no less then Jae’s temper and his own obsessive compulsions- it seemed they were cursed to deserve each other- and this was just another example of how he would need to fish for information from the younger man.
“Are you sleepy?”
“No.”
“Are you cold?”
“Not any more.” Sighing Yunho presses a quick kiss to his hair.
“Alright, then you stay here, I’m going to get everything ready to move to the car, we’ll move you last okay?” Yunho’s used to treating Yoochun like a child –one with an undeniable sexual appetite- so this is fine. He was careful not to jolt him when he untangled their long limbs, wrapping him in the blanket to replace his body heat.
He had all of their bags packed and ready to go, he looked rather distastefully at his sodden shoes. Jae’s were gone so he must be wearing them, with a grimace he slipped his feet inside. Instantly his socks began to dampen and it was bloody cold. The sudden sound of a car horn blaring startled him; his fingers tightened around the handle of his bag and he shook his head.
The front of the car looked pretty messed up, crumpled in on itself; one headlight bashed in. Jae’s pale face looked at him expectantly from behind the windshield. Yunho nodded and opened the passenger door to fling the bags onto the seat. Then he was inside the gloom again, safe from the wind that tore at his clothes with vicious fingers of ice.
“We’re going now.” Yoochun nodded at him, Yunho bent low and scooped up Yoochun, blanket and all.
“I hurt my wrist I can walk just fine.” He complained; but lay his head on Yunho’s broad shoulder regardless. He held Yoochun carefully, trying not to jolt him as he moved him from the floor to the car. Yoochun’s weight was almost nonexistent in his arms, like the wind might carry him away- he was too skinny. Blinking away the almost random thought, Jae had already opened the back door so Yunho could awkwardly move into the backseat with Yoochun still wrapped up in his arms.
“Seatbelts?” Jae smirked a little into the rear-view mirror and Yoochun snorted.
“Funny.” Resting his head again on Yunho’s shoulder he closed his eyes and let the pain wash over him. Strong arms closed around his waist and he let out a deep breath.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” Yunho’s deep rumbling voice, Yoochun nodded.
“Yeah, I know.”
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The hospital didn’t ask too many questions, Yunho filled out Yoochun’s forms to the best of his knowledge. Biting his lip over some of the questions, was Yoochun allergic to anything? The nurse took a look at the forming bruise on Jae’s head and asked if he wanted some ice for that. He nodded gratefully.
They couldn’t cuddle openly in the hospital waiting room, but Yunho let Jae lean on him, wrapping his arm around him subtly.
“Yunho?” He let the doctor’s mispronunciation of his name slide; it did happen all the time.
“That’s me.” He looked up at the man, who looked down at him rather impassively. He nodded and smiled just a little.
“He had his wrist fractured, typical of car accidents.” Jae smirked to himself –Yoochun was anything but typical. “When the airbag goes off, and he didn’t let go of the wheel, the pressure fractured his wrist.” He explained as if they were stupid and Yunho wondered if this is what Yoochun felt like when people talked with him that way.
“Is he alright to leave?” Jae’s voice, a little higher then Yunho’s and with a natural musical lilt.
“We’ve put a cast on it; he should be fine to leave soon, we’ve given him some painkiller.”
“Alright.” Yunho nodded and the doctor gave another little smile and left. Jae watched him walk away, leather loafers kissing the polished floor, white lab coat moving around his knees.
What were they to the doctor? Where Yoochun meant so much to them, he was just another minute to the doctor, another blurry face. They were just two boys sitting in the waiting room, another couple of minutes right there.
Then again, what did the doctor mean to him? Without the extension of Yoochun Jae wouldn’t have cared. The doctor wouldn’t even have been worth the minute he took of their time.
Strange.
The nurse came out, supporting him with a firm hand on his upper arm, pupils dilated he looked wilted. The white cast looked like an abomination against his skinny arm.
“The medication makes him drowsy, he shouldn’t drive.” She advised, handing over a bag that rattled with the pills inside; Yunho took them from her.
“He won’t be driving.” Jae said lightly, speaking in Korean; Yunho chuckled and smiled at him. The nurse gave them a sour look but said nothing. “Thank you.” In English, his tone almost possessive as he took Yoochun’s weight on himself. “Is my baby sleepy?” Switching again to Korean, he wrapped Yoochun’s arms around his shoulders so it was easier for the younger boy to lean on him.
“Just a bit.”
“Well then you should go to sleep.”
“Alright then I will.”
This time it was Jae in the back, cradling Yoochun so the bumps and corners didn’t jolt him awake. He was silent, intently running his hands through soft dyed hair; Yoochun looked almost relaxed –it must have been the drugs- but there were circles under his eyes and he still looked too pale.
Yunho picked a motel, based solely on the fact that it was the first one he passed. He was a lot nicer to the overnight desk staff then Jae could ever be, with a ready charming smile and infallible etiquette. He got them a room and a bright happy smile from the middle-aged woman behind the counter.
The trip up the stairs was a bit of a blur, the two of them trying to gently get a rather uncooperative Yoochun up the stairs without being too rough on him. Finally when the door shut behind them with a click Jae let a sigh of relief that Yunho echoed with a smile. It was like deja vu, all the motels in all the cities blurring together into one long pattren of puke-pink walls and floral comforters.
“Well that was an… eventful day.”
“Nap time? I’m sure there is more to do in the morning.” Yunho nodded and Jae leaned over to press a gentle kiss against his lips.
“It seems nothing ever goes right for us.” Jae stripped his shirt off and flung it on top of his bag. Yunho took his off and folded it, before wrapping his arms around Jae, letting their naked torsos rub; Jae’s skin was warm and comforting. It calmed his rattled nerves; just the simple skin to skin contact.
“You’re right.”
“About what?” Jae let himself melt against Yunho’s greater mass, he took a moment to let everything that happened hit him and wash over him. Here in the safety of the hotel room, wrapped in Yunho it seemed like only a bad dream.
“No, you are right, right for me, and right for Yoochun too.” He kissed feathery black hair and let him go so they could both finish undressing.
Trying to quell the tremors in his hands Jae kicked off his pants, and began to undress Yoochun –already lying curled on the bed.
Yoochun dreamed of lots of things that night, of talking trees; with dragons waiting in them, scaly and green like the leaves. They spoke to him but he couldn’t understand. Then he dreamed of being inside a stove, baked into a pie; going to find out where the food went when he wouldn’t eat it. Slowly he woke to a multitude of aches in his body.
The first was a deep-seated ache in his wrist; throbbing in tandem with the beat of his heart. The next was his neck, pulled at an odd angle on the pillow. Finally, most pressing- his full bladder. Groaning he awoke to find himself completely alone in the middle of the king sized bed. The blankets were wrapped around him like a womb, warm and embracing.
With no sign of Yunho or Jae he quelled the panic that rose up inside him. They wouldn’t leave him here, alone and hurt. So he stood on shaky legs and padded to the bathroom to relive his bladder. Still there is no one; feeling shaky and scared he searched until the piece of paper on the desk caught his attention.
‘Hey baby,
Are you feeling better? There is a bottle of water and a carrot muffin on the dresser, eat that and take two of your painkillers. Yunho is getting the car fixed and I took all your clothes to be washed.
Jae’
Soothed, Yoochun looks at the muffin with a little grimace. If he throws it out his medication will hurt him more then help, so he needs to eat; but it looks greasy and unappealing. Hopefully someone will come for him soon –with coffee.
Finishing the bottle of water he crawls back into bed and begins to flip through the television channels.
It took four days for Yunho to get the insurance sorted out and their car fixed, with nothing better to do they lounged in their hotel room, lost in hot kisses and soft kneeing moans. Despite the obvious setback Yoochun was game, he never felt as alive as when he was sprawled between Jae’s legs licking and sucking on anything he could get near his mouth. Yunho’s hands were hot on his skin, leaving trails that tingled all the way down his back.
Four days, eating sleeping and fucking.
It wasn’t as bad as it sounds.
On the fourth day Yoochun woke up to find himself tangled with the sheets and Yunho. In his sleep he had annexed Yunho’s chest as his pillow, and judging by the cool air brushing along his exposed back and legs Jae wasn’t in bed with them. Trailing fingers down one of Yunho’s arms he revelled in the feeling of relaxed muscle under his hands.
Yunho was beautiful, masculine and down to earth. How he loved to run his hands, his mouth and his tongue over the smooth tanned skin, feeling the flow and movement of muscle. Jae was in a completely different class of beauty, unreachable, celestial. A mix of flawless skin and midnight back hair; that sardonic twist of his lips –so sweet to kiss- he seemed as if made from the very night sky. How lucky he was to lie sandwiched between these two, Yoochun; simple Yoochun with his floppy hair and awkward limbs.
“Good morning.” Yunho kissed his forehead and he tilted his head up seeking the other’s lips with his. Arms snaked around his ribs and Yunho rolled with them, pulling Yoochun’s weight on top of him. They kissed lazily; tongues moving between mouths without thought; caressing each other. Yunho’s hands feathered their way down Yoochun’s back, trailing down his spine all the way to the base, where he used Yoochun’s ass as a grip to pull him close.
“Mo-morning.” Yoochun gasped breathlessly. With a soft sound Yunho caught his lips again, keeping them tightly pressed together.
When Jae finally came home Yoochun was kneeling over Yunho, leaning back on raised knees for balance as he grinds his hips down, pushing Yunho deep and deeper inside him. Yunho’s hips jolt up and Yoochun makes a high-pitched keening noise, his good hand tightening convulsively on Yunho’s knee. Jae leans against the door and watches them.
There really is nothing like watching his beautiful boys playing together. It was like he had a kink, not for voyeurism; but a kink for Yoochun, and a kink for Yunho. When he got to see them together like that, Yoochun’s pale skin flushing pink, and Yunho’s eyes lidded, skin shining with a light sheen of sweat. Well it was beyond anything covered by the word kinky.
“Want to join us?” Yunho’s voice, even lower then usual; strained as Yoochun rode him ruthlessly.
“I want to watch for a little more.” He set down his bags and took a few steps closer to get a better view. Yunho straining to thrust his hips up against the weight of Yoochun; gratified as he fell with a slap of flesh back down, impaling himself.
“Jae.” Yoochun’s wail, breathy and almost more then he can bare. The urge to run over there and do something is too much but he stays rooted to the spot content to watch. Yoochun’s hand on his own cock, slippery with sweat and precum; Yunho’s hands are holding him steady; grip bruising on his sides. He comes with a muffled shriek, milky white fluid erupting landing in streamers on his chest and hands. Moaning as he trembles with the aftershock, eyes squeezed tight and almost sobbing to get much needed breath back.
Yunho gripped fragile ankles, moving Yoochun’s legs; positioning them until he could roll without breaking their connection. With a squeaky cry he is being pushed face first into the pillow, gripping it as Yunho starts to pound into him striving for his own release.
His lips are dry as he flicks his tongue against them, rubbing himself through the denim of his jeans. The sound of the zipper moving down is drowned by Yunho’s gasping breathes; and he tugs them only down a little, enough to free his hard penis; he’s close already and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.
He can tell when Yunho comes, his entire body driving into it, eyes shut tight with a loud drawn out moan. His own hand was a blur, driving himself to one of the quickest orgasms in his short life.
Sagging on the bed, Yunho rolled to the other side, the three of them slipping into the bed, ignoring its state of disarray. Yoochun crawled onto his chest, his weight warm and almost oppressive, lips seeking out his own. A long luscious kiss, for a long moment it seems like it’ll never end but then Yoochun finally pulls away and sets his head down on Jae’s shoulder.
“You should have joined us.” He breathes, pushing some of Jae’s hair from his eyes, twining his long fingers in it.
“I like watching.” Jae caught his hand and kissed the fingers, slipping one into his mouth, teasing the short nails with his tongue.
“I’m going to shower, we should be out of here by eleven.” Jae snorts, ever the practical one. Still no one moves, Yoochun is comfortable, and nothing less then the other two forcing him is going to move him at this point.
They are gone by eleven ten, the woman smiles at Yunho when he gives the key back.
Jae griped the wheel and pushed the seat back; adjusting the rear-view mirror. Yoochun was again confined to the back, looking out the window at the scenery. Yunho didn’t try and touch Jae’s radio –he knows better.
The gravel crunches under the weight of the car, and the church threw its long shadow over the car. Jae cut the engine.
“What are we doing here?” Yoochun is scowling softly; Jae gives him a teasing smile.
“I’ll show you.”
Yunho doesn’t know what’s going on, but he’s got a vague idea; Jae for all his smoke and mirrors, and his fronts of sarcasm, was easy to read. So, Yunho decided to take a back seat to this one and see where Jae would bring them. The door pushed open leading them into the semi-gloom. Sunlight filtered in through filthy dust-stained windows landing on the hardwood floors highlighting the trails of disturbed dust from their previous stay. Jae’s set up a bit of an altar at the front, candles on the benches and a blanket set down lovingly on the floor, a few pillows strewn randomly around.
“What’s all this for?” Yoochun is pulled against Jae, the two of them twining together easily.
“I remember my baby telling me he wanted to have sex in a church.” Jae nibbled along the other’s jaw, all soft lips and hard teeth.
“Ah?” Yoochun melted into the embrace; tilting his head back so Jae can have all the room he pleases. Yunho stood a few paces back; well taking a male lover would technically be an act against god, none the less taking two. So what’s sex in a church on top of it all?
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The ocean spreads out before them, as vast and unending as infinity itself. Yoochun has to squint his eyes against the wind that comes off the surface and hits him in the face. Jae is standing to his left, simply looking out over the water and breathing, Yunho to his left; he’s got his eyes closed inhaling deeply of the warm salty air.
Well they made it.
Part Three
“It’s swelling pretty fast.” He’s alarmed by the puffy looking skin where the normally delicate joint is. “We should find something to bind it with.” Yoochun shivers, and Jae gropes for his other hand feeling the small block of ice, wishing he was warm enough to heat the other boy, but his own hands feel like death's touch and there isn’t much he can do.
Popping the button on Yoochun’s sodden jeans, he has him sitting on a bench as he pulled his mud-caked shoes off and peeled the soaked socks off. Once he’s naked from the lower half down Jae decides it’d be better if he could get a dry shirt too, so with a lot of careful work he got the other man completely naked.
Yunho cursed silently, resisting the urge to throw the logs down and yell. Looking up, he spotted Yoochun’s pale naked form all the way across the room. His skin stands out stark white against the slipping shadows of the room, Jae’s naked torso beside his. A pair of cold wet boys, and Yunho sighs, his fingers are almost numb; they should have stayed in the car, but going back now doesn’t seem like a very good idea.
There was an old news paper propped against one of the legs of the bench, and he threw it in there, lighting it and trying to make it catch on some of the smaller pieces of wood. Knowing next to nothing about camping, or anything even remotely related he feels quite a bit of pride when it finally catches and he can close the door. Sitting back he can feel a little heat emanating from it already.
Jae had gotten some dry sweatpants on Yoochun by now and is biting his lip holding a shirt. Yoochun curses and doubles his body over his abused wrist; apparently they’ve managed to aggravate whatever’s wrong with it.
“Here. We’ll tie it with this.” Jae looks up at him, his face for a moment completely unreadable, Yunho’s pulled out a thin t-shirt from his bag. When he tries to get Yoochun to show him the damage he whimpers and shakes his head from side to side. “Come on, my little song bird.”
“Don’t call me that.” Yoochun snaps, glaring up at Yunho, he looks fierce; almost like he’s holding back tears.
“Chunie, Baby, let Yunho look at it.” Jae’s soothing almost musical voice seems to drain the tension from his body and he nods. There is the usual pang of jealousy, Yoochun always reacts the way Jae wants him too- he trusts Jae with that. Now is neither the time nor the place to think about any possible relationship problems.
“Okay.” Yunho is no doctor, nothing close actually, but Yoochun trusts him to make the pain go away. He hisses and cries out, trying to pull his arm back, but Jae is quickly there with a bruising grip around his elbow that stopped him from moving it and an arm wrapped around his waist. Still he makes some rather pitiful noises and Yunho almost faltered, but he quickly wraps it up and ties it tight.
“Oh, don’t cry.” Jae licks away the tears, collecting each salty droplet on his tongue and still more fall. Yunho is on his other side in a moment, gathering the slim body in his arms, fitting into the chemistry of the three of them easily. He nuzzles his ear and the damp cold part of his neck; it tastes like soap and rainwater. “Lets move to the front of the stove. We’ll… warm up.”
Yunho’s strong arms pulled Yoochun along, almost lifting him off his wobbly legs. Jae gathered all their bags and they set up camp on the hard floor in front of the stove. It gave off feeble fingers of warmth, caressing skin, but Yoochun still shirtless was shivering. Yunho was changing into some of the dry clothes from his bag, Jae worked on setting up their clothing to dry on the benches.
There was a folded blanket in Yunho’s bag, that he had shoved in there when he used it as a pillow the night before and Jae set it down on the floor; sitting their youngest down before trying again to ease him into his shirt. When Yunho kicked the bench he swore softly, but it didn’t cover up the sound of something clattering to the ground.
“My mobile.” Yoochun pointed to the sleek silver phone and Yunho grinned.
“We may be saved yet.”
There was no dial tone, only a lot of static fuzz; it must have shown on his face because Jae’s smile slowly faded.
“What’s wrong?”
“No dial tone. The storm must be interfering with the signal.”
“I hate this.” He said, his arm still cradled protectively; his face cast in a dark scowl.
“Not quite the vacation we envisioned is it?” Yunho sat down heavily, wrapped his arm around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him close. Jae, with his damp black hair falling alluringly into his deep eyes, crawled over to them, and sprawled like a large cat around Yoochun’s legs.
“I would have liked to hit a beach by now.” Jae said dreamily, and Yoochun sighed softly.
“I’m just happy not to be in New York right now.” He said finally, and Jae nodded his agreement.
“New York is huge, we could have disappeared without leaving so dramatically.” Yunho reasoned and Yoochun shook his head. True, Yoochun had never been able to do anything without a certain flare of drama about it.
“We needed this.”
“A car wreck and a creepy deserted church?” Yoochun snorted at Jae’s assessment, but he smiled and he still looks a little pale, but at least he’s smiling.
People who forced them out. The people who couldn’t see past their own noses, petty emotions, jealousy, rage, and envy. The selfish types who could not stand to see them happy, not without trying to destroy this beautiful thing.
The teacher who was failing Yoochun; then soliciting him to exchange blowjobs for passing grades. It’s the one way to get ahead he says, leering at Yoochun’s skinny frame over his glasses. You’ll pass, and make an old man happy; he’s all but drooling over himself as he rubs at his groin obscenely. It’s all you’ll ever be good for with the talent you show. He says meanly when Yoochun shoots him down.
”You’ll never get anywhere past sucking cocks for cash, not with your looks and attitude.”
Jae was almost suspended for punching him. There was a rather nasty follow-up with the Dean and Jae’s parents. Yoochun refused to talk, and between it all- Yoochun failed anyways.
With the straight As and the promise of becoming a doctor just like his parents wanted. With a mean streak hiding just under a pretty almost impassive visage; his relationship came as a bit of a nasty shock. The good miss and mister were confused at first, wanting their son to marry a nice docile girl and live in a cottage covered in ivy, where she could pop out children like a machine and have dinner on the table when the good doctor came home.
Jae wanted no part of that.
He brought Yunho home once, because he was generally less likely to say something stupid then Yoochun. His parents thought he was a ‘nice boy’ until they caught them making out in Jae’s room, then suddenly Yunho was less of a nice boy and more of a horrible vile influence on their perfect doctor in training. Hell Jae wasn’t even planning on becoming a doctor, but he liked to let his parents think whatever they wanted.
Yoochun laughed himself silly when he heard the story, laying under a tree using Yunho as a pillow while Jae picked through a bag of grapes, alternating between eating them and feeding them to the other two. He wasn’t laughing when Jae and Chang Min saved him from being beaten to a smear on the floor by the rest of Yunho’s football team. There was no basis for kicking Yunho off the team that wouldn’t result in a lawsuit, but suddenly he went from being a star to the bench warmer in the matter of a week it took a vindictive harpy to spread the word. The word was ‘Yunho likes faggy Asian boys.’ She couldn’t stand the fact that Yunho would rather fuck an almost nerdy biochem. major and a communication drama student then her.
He took it in stride, and never told his parents. They were both lawyers, both of them used him as an excuse to have an affair behind each other’s back. Yunho had given up on caring. Instead of living the football star’s dream he cut himself off from them, and slipped into the more contemporary social scene. Misfits, artist types, conspiracy doops and metal heads; but they could never be safe from people.
Yoochun had a single mother, model type; she and Yoochun never saw eye to eye on a goddamn thing. So after watching a movie on something like that Yoochun declared that they were going on a trip this summer.
‘We’ll leave all this shit behind us.’ At first it had just seemed like a lovely idea, but as they saved away money and began to plan their route between kisses and fucking in Yoochun’s empty house. Soon it began to materialize, and Yoochun had a friend in San Francisco he’d wanted to go meet, Jae wanted to see LA and Yunho just liked the feeling of an open road.
“It’s an adventure.” Yunho breathed; pressing a soft kiss to Yoochun’s hair.
“Adventure my ass.” He sighed; almost melting into the embrace. He still hurt, but with Yunho’s strong arms around him and Jae pillowed in his lap he began to feel almost at ease. The heat from the woodstove was washing over him in waves and his toes tingled where feeling returned. “What are we going to do?” Yunho’s arm tightened around him, and he buried his face in the crook of his neck, hot lips on cool skin. Reassuring.
“We’ll wait here till the worst blows over, then hightail it back to the nearest town so we can your wrist looked at.”
“…” Jae didn’t mention that it could be a full day until the storm passes enough for them to leave. He didn’t want to worry; not when Yoochun seems to have relaxed a little. “The most important question is, what do we do while waiting?”
“If I wasn’t hurt, I’d say we fuck.” Jae giggles and it’s up to Yunho to be the voice of reason as usual.
“We’re in a church.” He points out like it should matter to them.
“We’ve never done it in a church.” Jae says almost wistfully and Yunho made an annoyed sound. Yoochun wiggles a little, his laughter soft like the delicate tinkling of chimes.
“There’ll be other chances.” Jae grinned, Yunho was still rather mortified by the idea of having sex in a church of all places. “Other, more interesting places.”
“You’re a little sex pot.” Yunho muttered, and between them, they had tested their seemingly infallible libido. Sucking, tugging and fucking until skin was red and raw, drowning in their own spit, sweat and come in the hotel bed. It was the first time they ‘escaped’ it lasted a full two days in that dirty hotel room –Jae remarked at the time that they weren’t there for the decor.
“I like him.” Yoochun muttered, he tried to wiggle into a position where he could lay his head on Yunho’s chest properly.
“Stop that.” Jae whined, his head jolting when Yoochun did, and Yunho’s leg was falling asleep.
It hurt like a bitch. When he just left it there it would subside into a dull ache, but then a little movement and he was ready to cry again. Right now, it just hurt. No better way to explain it then that –it hurt. Now his legs were falling asleep too, but he couldn’t sleep –it hurt too much- but Jae had nodded off on his legs long ago. Yoochun was essentially selfish at heart, he never once pretended to be anything other then that. With a rather blunt look he could convey ‘if it comes down to you or me, it’s going to be me.’ Self-preservation had gotten him far.
Then he met Yunho, who had sacrificed, who had told him with a warm smile ‘you know what it’s alright.’ Slowly he learned that, if he could make Jae better, or Yunho; then he could give up a little bit of himself for that. That’s all right- he can handle that.
So he ignored his legs, focusing on the feeling instead of Yunho’s arms wrapped around his skinny torso- strong as steel keeping him from moving away. His chin was sharp on Yoochun’s shoulder, face pressed against his hair. Yoochun figured he knew how a piece of sandwich meat felt now. Not that he would ever eat a sandwich with processed meat in it.
“You’re thinking too loud.” Yunho’s voice whispered, voice low and husky, warm breath in his ear.
“Sorry.” Sarcasm wasn’t his thing –more of Jae’s forte- but it suited the situation and Yunho chuckled. “Do you think we can leave soon?”
“Want to go so soon? I think it’s kind of charming in here, with the dust decorum.” Maybe Jae wasn’t as asleep as he thought he was. Yunho chuckled again; tightening his arms around his middle.
“I hope so. How is your arm?”
“It hurts.”
“Poor baby.” Jae moves off his legs, sitting up and Yoochun hisses; he doesn’t think he can move his feet now either. Completely at the mercy of these two. Jae leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. “I’ll go check on the weather.”
Guilt is like a weight around his neck, and the rope burns, rubbing painfully every time Yoochun says it softly like that- ‘it hurts’. If he hadn’t insisted they leave so soon then maybe they could still be in the hotel loosing themselves in a sea of pleasure –intact. It’s cold away from the shared body heat, and even colder away from the bubble of heat rolling off the woodstove. Wrapping his arms around himself he walks across the hall; it’s darker here; and the hairs on his arms rise.
The wind blew in as he opened the door and for a moment it felt like it was going right through his skin, sapping heat straight from the core of his body. It seemed like it had stopped raining while they were lazing within the church, but the clouds still look menacingly dark; underbellies thick and swollen with unshed droplets. The sight struck an uneasy chord inside of him; nature was not something to be messed with. Now, if had thought of that a little sooner.
He had to struggle against the wind to close the door. Moving back to the heat he sat down cross-legged; looking at the two comfortably twined together. Yoochun’s face was pale; looking rather haggard; but he seemed almost relaxed in Yunho’s arms. Yunho was looking up at him expectantly; beautifully rounded eyes giving him an impassive look.
“The rain’s died down; but it still looks nasty out there.” He replied evenly, Yunho nodded, and like a child the talk seemed to go right over Yoochun’s head. It annoyed him and thrilled him that Yoochun would leave the details to them, trusting that they would do what was in his best interest. “I think we should head back anyways.”
“Probably, hopefully it’ll go better this time.” Yoochun looked up when Jae said that and he twisted his full lips into a pout.
“It wasn’t my fault.” No one answered him but Yunho smiled a little, pressing his lips again to the younger boy’s hair. “Whatever.”
“I’m going to get the car and bring it to the door.” With that he turned on his heels and walked away, leaving Yunho to reassure Yoochun.
“We’ll get you a doctor, get this looked at. You’ll be alright.” He pressed them together tightly.
“…”
“What’s the matter? Does it really hurt that much?”
“No not really.” Yoochun’s moods were sometimes a little hard to deal with, but no less then Jae’s temper and his own obsessive compulsions- it seemed they were cursed to deserve each other- and this was just another example of how he would need to fish for information from the younger man.
“Are you sleepy?”
“No.”
“Are you cold?”
“Not any more.” Sighing Yunho presses a quick kiss to his hair.
“Alright, then you stay here, I’m going to get everything ready to move to the car, we’ll move you last okay?” Yunho’s used to treating Yoochun like a child –one with an undeniable sexual appetite- so this is fine. He was careful not to jolt him when he untangled their long limbs, wrapping him in the blanket to replace his body heat.
He had all of their bags packed and ready to go, he looked rather distastefully at his sodden shoes. Jae’s were gone so he must be wearing them, with a grimace he slipped his feet inside. Instantly his socks began to dampen and it was bloody cold. The sudden sound of a car horn blaring startled him; his fingers tightened around the handle of his bag and he shook his head.
The front of the car looked pretty messed up, crumpled in on itself; one headlight bashed in. Jae’s pale face looked at him expectantly from behind the windshield. Yunho nodded and opened the passenger door to fling the bags onto the seat. Then he was inside the gloom again, safe from the wind that tore at his clothes with vicious fingers of ice.
“We’re going now.” Yoochun nodded at him, Yunho bent low and scooped up Yoochun, blanket and all.
“I hurt my wrist I can walk just fine.” He complained; but lay his head on Yunho’s broad shoulder regardless. He held Yoochun carefully, trying not to jolt him as he moved him from the floor to the car. Yoochun’s weight was almost nonexistent in his arms, like the wind might carry him away- he was too skinny. Blinking away the almost random thought, Jae had already opened the back door so Yunho could awkwardly move into the backseat with Yoochun still wrapped up in his arms.
“Seatbelts?” Jae smirked a little into the rear-view mirror and Yoochun snorted.
“Funny.” Resting his head again on Yunho’s shoulder he closed his eyes and let the pain wash over him. Strong arms closed around his waist and he let out a deep breath.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” Yunho’s deep rumbling voice, Yoochun nodded.
“Yeah, I know.”
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The hospital didn’t ask too many questions, Yunho filled out Yoochun’s forms to the best of his knowledge. Biting his lip over some of the questions, was Yoochun allergic to anything? The nurse took a look at the forming bruise on Jae’s head and asked if he wanted some ice for that. He nodded gratefully.
They couldn’t cuddle openly in the hospital waiting room, but Yunho let Jae lean on him, wrapping his arm around him subtly.
“Yunho?” He let the doctor’s mispronunciation of his name slide; it did happen all the time.
“That’s me.” He looked up at the man, who looked down at him rather impassively. He nodded and smiled just a little.
“He had his wrist fractured, typical of car accidents.” Jae smirked to himself –Yoochun was anything but typical. “When the airbag goes off, and he didn’t let go of the wheel, the pressure fractured his wrist.” He explained as if they were stupid and Yunho wondered if this is what Yoochun felt like when people talked with him that way.
“Is he alright to leave?” Jae’s voice, a little higher then Yunho’s and with a natural musical lilt.
“We’ve put a cast on it; he should be fine to leave soon, we’ve given him some painkiller.”
“Alright.” Yunho nodded and the doctor gave another little smile and left. Jae watched him walk away, leather loafers kissing the polished floor, white lab coat moving around his knees.
What were they to the doctor? Where Yoochun meant so much to them, he was just another minute to the doctor, another blurry face. They were just two boys sitting in the waiting room, another couple of minutes right there.
Then again, what did the doctor mean to him? Without the extension of Yoochun Jae wouldn’t have cared. The doctor wouldn’t even have been worth the minute he took of their time.
Strange.
The nurse came out, supporting him with a firm hand on his upper arm, pupils dilated he looked wilted. The white cast looked like an abomination against his skinny arm.
“The medication makes him drowsy, he shouldn’t drive.” She advised, handing over a bag that rattled with the pills inside; Yunho took them from her.
“He won’t be driving.” Jae said lightly, speaking in Korean; Yunho chuckled and smiled at him. The nurse gave them a sour look but said nothing. “Thank you.” In English, his tone almost possessive as he took Yoochun’s weight on himself. “Is my baby sleepy?” Switching again to Korean, he wrapped Yoochun’s arms around his shoulders so it was easier for the younger boy to lean on him.
“Just a bit.”
“Well then you should go to sleep.”
“Alright then I will.”
This time it was Jae in the back, cradling Yoochun so the bumps and corners didn’t jolt him awake. He was silent, intently running his hands through soft dyed hair; Yoochun looked almost relaxed –it must have been the drugs- but there were circles under his eyes and he still looked too pale.
Yunho picked a motel, based solely on the fact that it was the first one he passed. He was a lot nicer to the overnight desk staff then Jae could ever be, with a ready charming smile and infallible etiquette. He got them a room and a bright happy smile from the middle-aged woman behind the counter.
The trip up the stairs was a bit of a blur, the two of them trying to gently get a rather uncooperative Yoochun up the stairs without being too rough on him. Finally when the door shut behind them with a click Jae let a sigh of relief that Yunho echoed with a smile. It was like deja vu, all the motels in all the cities blurring together into one long pattren of puke-pink walls and floral comforters.
“Well that was an… eventful day.”
“Nap time? I’m sure there is more to do in the morning.” Yunho nodded and Jae leaned over to press a gentle kiss against his lips.
“It seems nothing ever goes right for us.” Jae stripped his shirt off and flung it on top of his bag. Yunho took his off and folded it, before wrapping his arms around Jae, letting their naked torsos rub; Jae’s skin was warm and comforting. It calmed his rattled nerves; just the simple skin to skin contact.
“You’re right.”
“About what?” Jae let himself melt against Yunho’s greater mass, he took a moment to let everything that happened hit him and wash over him. Here in the safety of the hotel room, wrapped in Yunho it seemed like only a bad dream.
“No, you are right, right for me, and right for Yoochun too.” He kissed feathery black hair and let him go so they could both finish undressing.
Trying to quell the tremors in his hands Jae kicked off his pants, and began to undress Yoochun –already lying curled on the bed.
Yoochun dreamed of lots of things that night, of talking trees; with dragons waiting in them, scaly and green like the leaves. They spoke to him but he couldn’t understand. Then he dreamed of being inside a stove, baked into a pie; going to find out where the food went when he wouldn’t eat it. Slowly he woke to a multitude of aches in his body.
The first was a deep-seated ache in his wrist; throbbing in tandem with the beat of his heart. The next was his neck, pulled at an odd angle on the pillow. Finally, most pressing- his full bladder. Groaning he awoke to find himself completely alone in the middle of the king sized bed. The blankets were wrapped around him like a womb, warm and embracing.
With no sign of Yunho or Jae he quelled the panic that rose up inside him. They wouldn’t leave him here, alone and hurt. So he stood on shaky legs and padded to the bathroom to relive his bladder. Still there is no one; feeling shaky and scared he searched until the piece of paper on the desk caught his attention.
‘Hey baby,
Are you feeling better? There is a bottle of water and a carrot muffin on the dresser, eat that and take two of your painkillers. Yunho is getting the car fixed and I took all your clothes to be washed.
Jae’
Soothed, Yoochun looks at the muffin with a little grimace. If he throws it out his medication will hurt him more then help, so he needs to eat; but it looks greasy and unappealing. Hopefully someone will come for him soon –with coffee.
Finishing the bottle of water he crawls back into bed and begins to flip through the television channels.
It took four days for Yunho to get the insurance sorted out and their car fixed, with nothing better to do they lounged in their hotel room, lost in hot kisses and soft kneeing moans. Despite the obvious setback Yoochun was game, he never felt as alive as when he was sprawled between Jae’s legs licking and sucking on anything he could get near his mouth. Yunho’s hands were hot on his skin, leaving trails that tingled all the way down his back.
Four days, eating sleeping and fucking.
It wasn’t as bad as it sounds.
On the fourth day Yoochun woke up to find himself tangled with the sheets and Yunho. In his sleep he had annexed Yunho’s chest as his pillow, and judging by the cool air brushing along his exposed back and legs Jae wasn’t in bed with them. Trailing fingers down one of Yunho’s arms he revelled in the feeling of relaxed muscle under his hands.
Yunho was beautiful, masculine and down to earth. How he loved to run his hands, his mouth and his tongue over the smooth tanned skin, feeling the flow and movement of muscle. Jae was in a completely different class of beauty, unreachable, celestial. A mix of flawless skin and midnight back hair; that sardonic twist of his lips –so sweet to kiss- he seemed as if made from the very night sky. How lucky he was to lie sandwiched between these two, Yoochun; simple Yoochun with his floppy hair and awkward limbs.
“Good morning.” Yunho kissed his forehead and he tilted his head up seeking the other’s lips with his. Arms snaked around his ribs and Yunho rolled with them, pulling Yoochun’s weight on top of him. They kissed lazily; tongues moving between mouths without thought; caressing each other. Yunho’s hands feathered their way down Yoochun’s back, trailing down his spine all the way to the base, where he used Yoochun’s ass as a grip to pull him close.
“Mo-morning.” Yoochun gasped breathlessly. With a soft sound Yunho caught his lips again, keeping them tightly pressed together.
When Jae finally came home Yoochun was kneeling over Yunho, leaning back on raised knees for balance as he grinds his hips down, pushing Yunho deep and deeper inside him. Yunho’s hips jolt up and Yoochun makes a high-pitched keening noise, his good hand tightening convulsively on Yunho’s knee. Jae leans against the door and watches them.
There really is nothing like watching his beautiful boys playing together. It was like he had a kink, not for voyeurism; but a kink for Yoochun, and a kink for Yunho. When he got to see them together like that, Yoochun’s pale skin flushing pink, and Yunho’s eyes lidded, skin shining with a light sheen of sweat. Well it was beyond anything covered by the word kinky.
“Want to join us?” Yunho’s voice, even lower then usual; strained as Yoochun rode him ruthlessly.
“I want to watch for a little more.” He set down his bags and took a few steps closer to get a better view. Yunho straining to thrust his hips up against the weight of Yoochun; gratified as he fell with a slap of flesh back down, impaling himself.
“Jae.” Yoochun’s wail, breathy and almost more then he can bare. The urge to run over there and do something is too much but he stays rooted to the spot content to watch. Yoochun’s hand on his own cock, slippery with sweat and precum; Yunho’s hands are holding him steady; grip bruising on his sides. He comes with a muffled shriek, milky white fluid erupting landing in streamers on his chest and hands. Moaning as he trembles with the aftershock, eyes squeezed tight and almost sobbing to get much needed breath back.
Yunho gripped fragile ankles, moving Yoochun’s legs; positioning them until he could roll without breaking their connection. With a squeaky cry he is being pushed face first into the pillow, gripping it as Yunho starts to pound into him striving for his own release.
His lips are dry as he flicks his tongue against them, rubbing himself through the denim of his jeans. The sound of the zipper moving down is drowned by Yunho’s gasping breathes; and he tugs them only down a little, enough to free his hard penis; he’s close already and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.
He can tell when Yunho comes, his entire body driving into it, eyes shut tight with a loud drawn out moan. His own hand was a blur, driving himself to one of the quickest orgasms in his short life.
Sagging on the bed, Yunho rolled to the other side, the three of them slipping into the bed, ignoring its state of disarray. Yoochun crawled onto his chest, his weight warm and almost oppressive, lips seeking out his own. A long luscious kiss, for a long moment it seems like it’ll never end but then Yoochun finally pulls away and sets his head down on Jae’s shoulder.
“You should have joined us.” He breathes, pushing some of Jae’s hair from his eyes, twining his long fingers in it.
“I like watching.” Jae caught his hand and kissed the fingers, slipping one into his mouth, teasing the short nails with his tongue.
“I’m going to shower, we should be out of here by eleven.” Jae snorts, ever the practical one. Still no one moves, Yoochun is comfortable, and nothing less then the other two forcing him is going to move him at this point.
They are gone by eleven ten, the woman smiles at Yunho when he gives the key back.
Jae griped the wheel and pushed the seat back; adjusting the rear-view mirror. Yoochun was again confined to the back, looking out the window at the scenery. Yunho didn’t try and touch Jae’s radio –he knows better.
The gravel crunches under the weight of the car, and the church threw its long shadow over the car. Jae cut the engine.
“What are we doing here?” Yoochun is scowling softly; Jae gives him a teasing smile.
“I’ll show you.”
Yunho doesn’t know what’s going on, but he’s got a vague idea; Jae for all his smoke and mirrors, and his fronts of sarcasm, was easy to read. So, Yunho decided to take a back seat to this one and see where Jae would bring them. The door pushed open leading them into the semi-gloom. Sunlight filtered in through filthy dust-stained windows landing on the hardwood floors highlighting the trails of disturbed dust from their previous stay. Jae’s set up a bit of an altar at the front, candles on the benches and a blanket set down lovingly on the floor, a few pillows strewn randomly around.
“What’s all this for?” Yoochun is pulled against Jae, the two of them twining together easily.
“I remember my baby telling me he wanted to have sex in a church.” Jae nibbled along the other’s jaw, all soft lips and hard teeth.
“Ah?” Yoochun melted into the embrace; tilting his head back so Jae can have all the room he pleases. Yunho stood a few paces back; well taking a male lover would technically be an act against god, none the less taking two. So what’s sex in a church on top of it all?
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The ocean spreads out before them, as vast and unending as infinity itself. Yoochun has to squint his eyes against the wind that comes off the surface and hits him in the face. Jae is standing to his left, simply looking out over the water and breathing, Yunho to his left; he’s got his eyes closed inhaling deeply of the warm salty air.
Well they made it.
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Date: 2007-03-27 12:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-27 12:18 am (UTC)JaeHoChun... they don't need to say a lot to convey their feelings, I could feel it in the way they looked at each other, touched each other, simply enjoying each others' prescence. And the sex is delicious but it flows right into the story without taking anything away from it. It felt like one,long, beautiful dream. And they finally reached the coast in the end. Ahh, just love it! Thanks so much for sharing this little slice of fiction! One of my favourite threesome fics yet!
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Date: 2007-03-27 12:25 am (UTC)Thanks for the third part!
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:35 am (UTC)Sex makes the sad go away. ='3 yes?
Thanks!=D
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:37 am (UTC)They like sex, it's like a comfort to them.
Thanks so much, your comment is too sweet ^///^
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:38 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2007-03-27 09:49 am (UTC)its so beautiful that i totally ached for them and the crap that they went through in New York (also cause i hate discrimination to the core and I cant stand ANYONE going through it).
and i like how you made them match one another through their mismatched ways ^^
Thanks for sharing this!!
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Date: 2007-03-27 11:50 am (UTC)but yes, very gorgeous fic. short and simple. loved the whole road journey thing with the underlying tensions and stuff. the ending was sweet but perfect ^^
write more!
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Date: 2007-03-27 03:10 pm (UTC)i love this story ^^
i love the road trip, their misfortune (their lives & the accident), the way they interact with each other, their differences and the sex ^^
the ending is perfect.. after what seemed to be a long road they finally made it to their destination <333
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Date: 2007-03-27 05:39 pm (UTC)^__^ Thanks for the sweet words~
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Date: 2007-03-27 05:41 pm (UTC)Well it can't always be love-love(-love) all the time...
Thank you~~!
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Date: 2007-03-27 05:42 pm (UTC)Thank you for the kind words!
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Date: 2007-03-29 04:31 am (UTC)i am in love w. your character dynamics. i can picture them just so in my mind, obliging yunnie who keeps his complaints to himself, whiny chunnie who never complains about what really bothers him, and demanding jae who complains for no reason but to push boundaries, test limits, and see just how much those around him cares for him.
♥
<3 tiffo
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Date: 2007-03-29 05:51 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment!