inourwriteminds | Date Night

Title: Date Night
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Public sexual acts (not sex, per se), minor dirty-talking. Well, it seems I'm keeping it clean this time.
Genre: PWP. Seriously, shameless plotlessness here.
Disclaimer: They own me, not vice versa.
A/N: Why does my mind even go places like this? If it wasn't four in the morning, I'd be ashamed. Further editing will be done tomorrow, sorry for any mistakes.
Summary: Jaejoong had always known how to spice up date night.

Yunho was a man; meaning that when he wasn’t plagued with thoughts of work, yes he was thinking of how damn good Jaejoong had looked in that nurse outfit the night before. He didn’t like to think of himself as simple nor overly horny, just Jaerotically inclined. It was the way his hips swayed when he walked, that fine, fine ass and those lips just begged to be devoured. Yunho wasn’t one to resist such a temptation, even Yoochun couldn’t blame him.

Besides, it wasn’t really Yunho’s fault that he and Jaejoong had done the dirty on every surface of their apartment. In fact, Jaejoong was usually the instigator, rubbing up against Yunho in dance rehearsals or looking Yunho directly in the eyes as he slowly pulled off his sweat soaked shirt after practice. Jaejoong had the sex drive of a seventeen year old and no one could really hold Yunho responsible for keeping his boyfriend satisfied. A bitchy Jae was one thing, but a sex-deprived Jaejoong wasn’t something to be desired. The group should really be thanking Yunho for his sacrifices.

So when Jaejoong’s hand had started to creep up Yunho’s thigh in the middle of the movie Yunho had actually been allowed to pick out (he knew he should have been more suspicious), Yunho was hardly shocked. He shot his boyfriend a look from under his oversized baseball cap (he swore their disguises were getting more ridiculous every time they left the house) before focusing his attention back on the car chase in front of him. Well, it was more properly defined as blank staring, but he thought maybe if Jaejoong thought that he was truly interested in the film, his fingers slowly crawling towards Yunho’s crotch might withdraw.

After the first brush against fabric, Yunho tore his eyes from the screen to meet Jaejoong’s hopeful ones. Yunho knew he was being played, those eyes and that pout told him everything, and even though he felt his resolve crumbling already, he forced a glare onto his face.

“Jae, cut it out,” he snapped, closing his hand around the devious fingers and trying to look like he actually meant it.

“But Yunnie,” the whine that escaped those plump, delectable (stop it, Yunho) lips was husky and probably the definition of sex if Yunho had access to a dictionary.

Yunho made an exaggerated glance around the theatre to make his point before turning his eyes back to a pouting Jaejoong. “We’re in a movie theatre, in case that slipped your mind. You know, popcorn, big screens, people.”

At that moment, the hand that had been enclosed in his was gripping back and after shooting a distressed look upwards again, Jaejoong was right at his ear, a devious smile on his lips.

“But Yunho,” his hand was suddenly being guided over a seat and down to a very obvious bulge in the fabric of Jaejoong’s jeans. “I have a bit of a problem.”

Feeling the bulge in Jaejoong’s pants was beginning to create a very uncomfortable one in his own and that low moan that had slipped through Jae’s half parted lips at the feel of Yunho’s hand on his clothed erection was enough to make Yunho simultaneously take a nervous glance at the surrounding people and emit one of his own.

“Come on Yunnie,” Jaejoong crooned in his ear, “just jerk me off. By the looks of it, you need it as much as I do. Nobody’s even watching and you look so hot right now.”

Jae’s hand was fast enough to slap over Yunho’s mouth before the moan was able to make its way out and then it was Jaejoong who was looking murderous. Yunho caught the message, but found it difficult to obey when Jaejoong was placing his sweater over his crotch and reaching under to unzip his zipper.

“No sounds, Yunnie,” Jaejoong nibbled at his ear, smiling devilishly. “If we get caught, we could be discovered. And neither of us wants that to happen.”

His hand had now made it to the waistband of Yunho’s underwear and even though he couldn’t see what he was doing, Jaejoong was working his way expertly inside and with a quiet gasp from Yunho, had a firm grip on the heated erection.

“Look at the screen, baby,” Jaejoong instructed, once more sucking and nibbling and doing fabulous things to his ear. Fuck, Yunho was beginning to think getting caught would be worth it with the way Jae’s hand was flying up and down with the expertise of a hooker.

Jae’s hand was now at his head, thumbing the slit. God, those hands were heavenly. He bit his lip in a weak attempt at forcing down the sounds that were hovering in his throat. But the sight of Jae’s other hand roaming down towards his own crotch was too much and a low moan pushed its way out of his mouth, grabbing both Jaejoong’s attention and the attention of the people the row in front of him. He coughed quickly, hoping to cover up the damage but the weird look from the couple and the amused one from his boyfriend, quickly let him know he had failed.

“Careful,” Jaejoong giggled, “that’d be embarrassing to get caught with my hands down your pants. The press would have a field day.”

Once Yunho trusted his voice not to crack, he muttered, “You don’t seem too embarrassed, Joongie. This is your career, too.”

“They already suspect I’m gay,” Jae laughed, flicking his wrist in such a way that Yunho almost lost it. “You’re the one who can’t keep your mouth shut.”

“I apologize for not keeping my mouth shut when you jerk me off,” Yunho retorted, reaching quickly into Jae’s pants and imitating the move Jaejoong had just used on him.

The moan that escaped Jaejoong’s lips, while humorous to Yunho, was also much louder, drawing the attention of more than just the disgusted couple. Yunho’s hand returned quickly to its place on the armrest, casting an innocent smile at the curious people, before pretending to turn back to the movie (oh, the main couple had already gotten together, shame he’d missed it).

“Joongie,” he warned, “I can’t jerk you off if you’re going to be so noisy.”

“Yunnie,” Jae’s voice cracked, his voice sounding more submissive than it’d previously been. “Please, finger me. I-I need you.”

Yunho smirked, enjoying the sudden domination he had over the older male. “Joongie, fingering you probably isn’t a good idea. You can’t seem to keep quiet and while I’m sure the world knows you’re effeminacy is more than a marketing strategy, I can’t afford to get caught.”

“Please, Yunnie,” Jae begged, already reaching the senseless state, which was much more attractive when they weren’t surrounded by people who could quite easily hear how high pitched Jaejoong’s tone was getting. “I’ll be quiet. Y-You can punish me later if I make a noise.”

Yunho quirked an eyebrow, “You want it that badly?”

Jaejoong nodded his head, desperation beginning to show on his face. Yunho stuck his fingers into Jae’s mouth and watched impatiently as Jaejoong sucked quickly (he could think of a few other places that mouth could ravish), knowing he wouldn’t be granted that much time. When Yunho removed his fingers, trying to memorize the look of pure sex on Jaejoong’s face as the trail of salvia came from his mouth, he found Jaejoong’s pants already down a little and his ass lifted off the seat. Raising an eyebrow, Yunho lined up his finger at the tight hole and allowed Jaejoong to sink onto it.

“Yunnie,” Jaejoong moaned, shutting himself up nearly instantly when Yunho shot him a warning glare.

The position was rather uncomfortable, but before too long, Yunho had worked in another and Jaejoong was bouncing up and down quite unsubtly, the top of his shirt stuffed unceremoniously in his mouth to silence his noises. Yunho’s hand had found its way back to his erection, pumping furiously along with Jaejoong’s bounces.

Jaejoong rode him fast, always wanting the release instantly, responding much too much to every bend or flick of Yunho’s finger. He was so close, riding Yunho’s fingers so furiously that he’d be surprised if half the movie theatre hadn’t caught on to what they were doing.

Yunho, feeling himself dangerously close to a climax, his fingers working with almost the same level of expertise as Jae, leaned across to Jae’s ear and muttered, his voice husky , “Come for me, you whore. Only a slut like you would get off with all these people watching.”

Jae’s moan could be heard through the fabric as he threw his head back indiscreetly and unloaded all over the inside of his pants. The sight alone was enough for Yunho to reach his as well, withdrawing his fingers from Jaejoong’s hole to grab a hold of his balls, handling them roughly until he came into his hand.

When the high had worn off and Yunho had cleaned both of them off with the napkins that had come with the popcorn, he threw his head back and laughed.

“Only you, Jae. Only you,” he continued, shaking his head and looking apologetic as he received a numerous amounts of shushes, “Could get me to fuck you in a local movie theatre.”

Jaejoong opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it when a light was suddenly blinding him. After the colours had disappeared, both of them were clearly able to make out the security guard, looking pissed off while the couple in front of them got back into their seats.

“You two, out. There have been some complaints about the noise level and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

They barely managed to keep their laughter down until they reached the car.

“I am never agreeing to movie night ever again,” Yunho swore, starting up the engine and looking at his grinning boyfriend.

Jaejoong cocked an eyebrow, smirking as he leaned back in his seat. “You’ll change your mind when you see the movies I rented for us at home.”