Stolen Moments

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Title: Stolen Moments
Author: Thea
Genre: Romance, teensiest bit of angst
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,221 words O___O
Pairing: Jaesu [they are all i seem to write these days:))]
Concrit: Yes:)
A/N: switches POV. [jaejoong, junsu and yunho]
Summary: The harsh streetlights and cars rushing by create a myriad of colours on frantically moving bodies, pale skin reeks of sweat and sex, their kisses are hot and sloppy with increasing desperation and tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Dedication: for Chantal/chants_xan. she knows why. *smirks*

 

 

His eyes are so tired, they are about to drop shut any moment soon but immediately Junsu turns on the radio and he grips the steering wheel with new resolution. There is someone else with him right now, his lover, he needs to be careful and even though there is no aim, no destination, no place, they’re still trying not to be conspicuous.

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The seats are covered with a thin layer of dust and Junsu grimaces. Everything looks smudged, dirty and very washed out, from the window panes to the road outside and even the trees, dull and lifeless-green. Jaejoong’s jeans are caked with mud and dirt and perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. Both of them forgot the map, have empty water bottles and left the bottle of oil at home.
 

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Let’s run away, Junsu.

 

Where will we go?

 

Silent pause, long and pregnant with uncertainty.

 

I don’t know.

 

Then let’s do it.

 
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The car has been parked in the last space of a deserted parking lot and Junsu pushes away the thought of being caught by cops, media, anyone. He pulls Jaejoong to the back seat and kisses him, fierce and messy, straddling his lover’s thighs and removing his shirt off. He strokes Jaejoong’s back under his shirt and watches with hooded eyes, the long, lovely line of pale throat; leans down to bite and suck rather viciously. Jaejoong moans rather loudly, uninhibited and uncaring, and pulls at his lover’s short, spiky red hair.
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Jaejoong is humming something, a loud, happy tune and Junsu rolls his eyes, wincing involuntarily at the biting pain in his lower backside. Sometimes he wishes they could be like this, making out like hormonal teenagers in a parking lot, go for long, aimless drives, fuck each other’s brains out and then.

 

There is probably nothing that comes after that, all that comes after are the endless days and days of waiting, waiting and even more helpless waiting.

 

Loving Jaejoong is a whole new experience in itself. Junsu admits that very easily, he sees things in bright, vivid colours, and even though he’s so close to falling asleep, he doesn’t want to as well. He lives for times like this, times where he can feel Jaejoong’s hand on his thigh, warm and present, lay his head on bare chest and hear the heartbeats, thud thud thud, rub his knee against his lover's crotch and sensually whisper in his throat, watching the rise of colour with amusement.

 

You wanna?

 

Again?

 

What the hell are we supposed to do?

 

The harsh streetlights and cars rushing by create a myriad of colours on frantically moving bodies, pale skin reeks of sweat and sex, their kisses are hot and sloppy with increasing desperation and tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

 

The world is rushing by and they try to capture the moment, freeze it to stuff into a box of memories, another stolen moment but this is what they are, what they have to be, stolen moments and nothing more, nothing less.
 

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Jaejoong snaps yet another picture of his lover coiled around his body. He kisses his forehead and reaches out for the box of tissues in the front seat. Slowly and carefully, he wipes away all traces of their lovemaking and Junsu’s eyes pop open, hissing in pain as Jaejoong parts his buttocks to rub carefully, removing the sticky semen and blood running down his thighs.

 

I’m sorry.

 

For what?

 

Shouldn’t have been so rough.

 

A sleepy, lazy smile of assurance and then Junsu takes the camera, pressing the ‘Review’ button and going through the numerous pictures of him wrapped like a panda around his lover, complete with goofy smile. Suddenly, a wicked smile appears and Jaejoong smirks when his lover whispers in his ear.

 

I have an idea.

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He moans and strokes himself carefully, watching with dilated eyes as his lover in the video unzips his jeans and roughly yanks them down, only to bend his head and suck with rather obscene sounds. The pictures had been pure torture, Junsu kissing his neck, hands under Junsu’s shirt, rumpled red hair and glazed eyes, sensual undulating of hips that make him ache and want his lover by his side, so much now.

 

The video is slightly grainy, taken in the interior of the car and the quality is poor. He doesn’t care and turns the volume up louder, turned on by the erotic, kittenish sounds of his lover, stroking himself, there is no one in the work room, the others have turned in for the night and their manager is in the living room, smoking his fifth cigarette and looking through some paper work.

 

By the end of the video, he is spent and panting, it had been rather hot watching them together, he admits, makes him even more determined to find another convenient time to take off with Junsu again and make another steamy video. Fatigue must be seeping through his muscles, there is no time for them and yet when he looks at Junsu, holds his hand under the breakfast table and kisses him violently in the bathroom, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, never does he feel more alive.

 

Did you like it?

 

You were hot.

 

Fidgeting with his fingers, distraught and torn, emotions threatening to choke them both with their very rawness and need for each other.

 

I want you.

 

It is said so honestly and desperately, that a single tear runs down Jaejoong’s cheek.

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Yunho watches them both, dancing around each other, quick squeezes of hands, tight hugs and rough, painful kissing in the corridors when they are too caught up in their world to notice anyone else or even care.

 

His heart aches for them, for the stolen moments he has to witness every single day, the heated glances and clandestine, erotic kissing.

 

There are moments when Jaejoong is watching Junsu with darkened eyes at the kitchen table. He is too scared to pick his fork that has fallen under the table, Jaejoong is slouching in his chair and Junsu is clenching his mug rather tightly, knuckles white and breathing ragged.

 

There are moments when Junsu pulls Jaejoong into a tight, painful hug and refuses to let go for even a second, hands intertwined and thumbs caressing Jaejoong’s wrist, trying and failing rather miserably to be content with close proximity.

 

He averts his eyes and pretends that it does not exist. That way the guilt that surfaces when he sternly cautions his bandmates to maintain their single status doesn’t exist either.

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Junsu has watched, admired, hoped and prayed all in that order. Now he ties his shoelaces and remembers to take an extra change of clothes and the bottle of oil in his backpack. Jaejoong has  taken three water bottles this time. Excitement makes him smile and grin rather hopelessly when he hears the impatient honking.

 

Settling himself into the front seat and fastening his seatbelt, he grins at his lover who is now reversing out of their driveway.

 

Did you get a map this time?

 

Jaejoong leans over and kisses him again, murmuring a soft reply of hello to you too on his lips.

 

Nope.

 

Another recorded video, more pictures of them making out will be added to their ever-growing collection of ‘media’, more aimless driving and getting drunk in deserted parking lots.

 

Junsu smiles and turns on the radio. He can’t afford to have Jaejoong falling asleep on the wheel too soon.