inourwriteminds | Barely Legal

Title: Barely Legal

Genre: Romance/ Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yunjae
Disclaimer: They own me, not vice versa.
Warning: Slash, ~~my attempt at~~ rough sex, public sex and dirty talking. Age difference (Yunho is 28, Jae is 18). This is a difficult warning because there is a twist.
Summary: Yunho meets Jae at a club on his birthday. Jae is barely legal, Yunho can't bring himself to care.
A/N: Just in time for Yunho's birthday! My time, anyway. This story has a bit of a twist, so some of this should be disregarded once you've read it.

Yunho glanced around the club, the youthful faces making him suddenly very much aware of the fact that it was his twenty-eighth birthday and he was standing in the doorway of a hip club in clothing that was much too tight. He’d thought maybe Yoochun and Changmin misunderstood his request for a dinner out, but he knew it was much more likely that they’d heard him loud and clear but had deliberately ignored him in favour of something they thought would cause him more pain.

“If you find anyone you want to go home with, call me,” were Yoochun’s parting words before he was lost in between the tangle of bodies; all moving in a sort of grind that Yunho thought looked a bit unappealing.

Yunho muttered to himself, scanning the dimly lit club for the bar and upon locating it, gingerly manoeuvred himself through the mob until he was perched safely on a barstool.

“Can I get you anything?” A friendly, high-pitched voice from behind the counter spoke over the music, drawing Yunho’s attention from his situation to the handsome man in front of him.

“A water, please,” Yunho spoke absently, scanning the crowd for any glimpse of his so-called friends, but as he’d expected, his eyes were only met with a sea of nameless people.

“Sure thing,” the man smiled widely, serving up his order in a few moments before moving onto the next customer and Yunho looked after him, briefly checking out his rounded ass but decided that the engagement ring on the man’s finger was probably a good sign he was taken.

The music was thumping, vibrations filling the club and Yunho felt the beginnings of a headache coming on. His clothes were beginning to feel damp from the body heat and he squirmed uncomfortably, momentarily debating if it would be appropriate to dump his water over his head, but decided the icy liquid felt much better flowing down his parched throat.

“Water? What are you? Twelve?” Another, more seductive voice rang out over the music and Yunho felt himself stiffen, not sure if he should respond or ignore the rude questions, but leaning more towards the first.

He turned around, fully intending to reply to the remark, but as his eyes travelled over the body in front of him, words eluded Yunho. The man in front of him was stunning, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen, and sporting a cocky smirk. His jet black hair was damp with sweat and his full, pouty lips were bruised, as if he’d recently been kissed senseless, which Yunho hardly doubted. Everything combined with his clothes, which consisted of tight jeans and a thin tank top that hovered just above his belly button, left Yunho completely doubtless that the young man in front of him was anything but innocent.

Yunho raised his eyebrow, purposely letting the younger man watch him rake his eyes over the small form before retorting, “I could say the same for you.”

He watched, entranced, as the lips started to form a pout and the younger man’s expression turned indignant. “I’m eighteen and you’re what, twenty-one?”

Yunho tilted his head back and laughed, taking another sip of his water, careful to make the action look much sexier than it should. If the young man could use his sex appeal to make Yunho speechless, then two could play at that game, albeit without a body that screamed ‘fuck me’, Yunho knew a few more tricks. “Twenty-eight. A legal age to be sitting drinking beer at a club. How are you even in here?”

“Oh please. Don’t tell me you’re so old you don’t know what a fake ID and a few connections can do.”

Yunho glared at the smirking man, finishing off his water and ordering something a little stronger. If he continued to sit here with this cocky teenager, something told him he was going to need it.

“Don’t feel bad,” he continued, his voice teasing, but not quite malicious. “I like an older man.”

It was Yunho’s turn to roll his eyes as he glanced at the undone zipper and mussed hair the younger man was sporting. “It looks like someone beat me to you. Anyways, I like my men the legal drinking age. You know, laws and all that.”

However, his words had the opposite effect as the younger man leaned uncomfortably closer, his breath ghosting over Yunho’s ears and retorted, “Fuck laws. You know that I can take it better than any man in this room.” He lifted his thumb and jabbed in the direction of the bartender who had his back turned to them, giving Yunho a delicious view of his behind. “Including Junsu over there.”

Despite everything, the public scene and embarrassing looks, Yunho felt a sudden tightness in his jeans and his tongue darted out to lick at his suddenly dry lips. He knew it was wrong-damn did he know it was wrong- but his whole body was heartily disagreeing with him, almost urging him to lean down and bruise those lips further.

The pout was forming again, making him almost look like an experienced stripper rather than a teenager with class on Monday. Then his voice was there again just as his body landed comfortably on Yunho’s lap, “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

Yunho sat helplessly as the man began to grind slowly on his leg, making his cock twitch with excitement as his body bucked up without his permission. He didn’t know why the young male had this much of an effect on him, but hell if he gave a damn.

“What’s your name?” The younger man asked suddenly, his mouth once again at Yunho’s ear, nipping and sucking and making Yunho oh-so incoherent.

“W-Why?” Yunho managed to stutter out, an almost inaudible moan following as their hips started to dance together sensually.

“I want to know them name I’ll be screaming when you fuck me,” the cherry, kissable lips purred, finally pushing Yunho over the edge. Fuck the law, was right. If he could fuck this man first, government and society be damned.

“Yunho.”

“Jaejoong.”

With all the hardly necessary introductions over with – because knowing the other’s name barely made them more than strangers – Yunho had grasped onto Jaejoong’s wrist, hauling him off his lap and weaving them through the crowd towards the bathroom.

Jaejoong laughed as he caught glimpse of their final destination, sensual just like the rest of them. “Very classy, Yunho.”

“Fuck you,” Yunho muttered, pushing the door open viciously and dragging Jaejoong in with about the same treatment.

“I was hoping you would,” Jaejoong smirked, allowing himself to be shoved into the nearest stall and Yunho thought absently to himself that he was probably used to this kind of treatment and judging by the way he was reacting, probably liked it, too.

Yunho allowed Jaejoong a couple seconds to position himself as comfortably as one could in a cramped stall with nothing but steel surrounding them, before his hands were in his hair, pulling their lips together in a bruising kiss. Jaejoong’s mouth slid open, allowing Yunho’s tongue to slip in without having to be asked. Despite everything previously, Jaejoong’s tongue fought for dominance with Yunho’s before he allowed the older man to win out, moaning wantonly.

It took mere moments for clothes to start disappearing, falling off their bodies and onto the unhygienic floor below. If anybody – and Yunho knew he should really care – were to walk in, they’d have to be blind and deaf not to notice what the two men were not bothering to hide.

When Jaejoong finally managed to slip Yunho’s boxers down over his erection, his mouth took little time engulfing the throbbing cock. Yunho’s threw his head back, hardly caring as it banged off the steel behind him, thinking how damn good Jaejoong looked with his lips stretched to take him all. It was taking more restraint than Yunho had to keep from thrusting, so instead, he just let go and fucked the younger man’s mouth, moaning loudly at the feel of the tight, wet heat around his cock. Jaejoong didn’t seem to mind, the way he was able to take Yunho with only a brief gag, signifying that this whole situation was hardly new to him.

When Yunho felt himself nearing his climax, he roughly grabbed Jaejoong’s hair, pulling him up as well as earning himself a moan from the other one, the rough treatment obviously turning him on. He flipped him around, enjoying the sound of the other’s body colliding harshly with the side of the stall, before he was at his neck, sucking at the flawless, creamy skin that was presented to him.

“God, you’re such a slut, you know that.” Yunho growled, yanking the younger man’s head back and attacking his lips, while his other hand reached around to pump the younger man’s erection forcibly, pulling a strangled noise from him.

“Yes!” Jaejoong stuttered, his quick tongue seemingly eluding him now. “God, yes, I’m such a slut. Take me like one.”

With those instructions in mind, Yunho thrust two fingers into Jaejoong’s mouth, barely allowing him to suck on them before he yanked them out and aligned them with the teen’s loose hole. “Doesn’t even look like you need preparation, you whore. I bet I could take you now without anything and you’d hardly feel it.”

Though, he still thrust his finger into the tight heat, groaning at the thought of what his cock would feel like buried in the same position. The preparation was quick, as Yunho had been right and the hole was already loose enough for him to skip the mundane task. By the time he’d lubed his cock up and forcefully yanked Jaejoong’s perky globes apart, Jaejoong was a quivering mess, begging and moaning shamelessly as he thrust back desperately against Yunho’s erection.

“Don’t you back out on me now,” he growled, though the pitiful tone made the statement almost comical. “Fuck me, Yunho, f-fuck me.”

And who was Yunho to deny the beautiful boy what he wanted? Without any hesitation, he pushed his cock in up to the head, hardly skipping a beat before pushing up to the hilt, forcing wanton moans from both of them. Jaejoong screamed beneath him, thrusting back against the erection, desperate for more friction and more... everything.

“Y-Yunho! Yunho, more,” he called, as his body slammed against the walls with the force of Yunho’s thrusts and if Yunho wasn’t too horny to care, he’d be a little concerned about the fragile body breaking beneath his.

His thrusts were rough and uncaring, battering the young man against the unforgiving wall, but it was just what both of them needed. It was quick and rushed and perfect. As he neared his climax, Jaejoong was barely staying up, his knees nearly collapsing underneath him if it hadn’t been for Yunho wrapping an arm tightly around his delicate waist.

“Harder, Yunho!” Jaejoong was nearly yelling, his neediness allowing him to forget where they were. “I’m such a slut. I’m such a god damn slut! Take me like one, you fucker!”

The words coming from the young man’s mouth were only edging Yunho closer to his climax and with a few harsh thrusts; he had Jaejoong shuddering beneath him, his body going lax in Yunho’s arms as he called out a final, “Yunho!”

The tightness combined with the moans from the younger man finally allowed Yunho to follow, gripping Jaejoong roughly as he thrust once more and came into the tight hole. He, too, suddenly felt his legs shaking and reached out to grip the top of the wall, leaning against Jaejoong’s bruised body.

When he was finally able to keep himself steady, he flipped the younger man to face him, leaning down to capture the pouty lips softly with his own. His whole body felt achy with the effort of keeping them both up, but seeing the familiar smile grace the beautiful face made it worth it. He chuckled, pulling the older man impossibly closer to his body and whispered, “Jae that was amazing!”

Jaejoong laughed and allowed himself to be moulded into the younger man’s frame. “I told you, Yunnie. Public sex is always hotter.”

“And who am I to ever disagree with you, smartass?” Yunho smiled, giving Jaejoong one last affectionate peck before reaching for their scattered garments.

“Mm, I don’t know why you bother. With amazing sex like that, don’t feel too bad about losing.” Jaejoong retorted, pulling his shirt back over his head, well aware of the marks now apparent on his neck and shoulders. “And don’t forget to thank Minnie and Chunnie for going along with this because it wasn’t easy to get them to agree.”

Yunho laughed in response, slipping back into his shoes and reaching around Jaejoong to unlock the door. They both tumbled out; grins plastered on their faces as Yunho wrapped his arm around Jaejoong once more, placing a kiss on his forehead and muttering a soft, “Even if I don't get your fetishes, like why you insisted on being eighteen, I love you.”

“Oh come on," Jae winked, eyes twinkling. "Don't tell me that didn't turn you on. Even though I don’t know why, I love you, too.” Jae smiled, his gaze suddenly filled with affection. “Happy birthday, Yunho.”

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