Paris In Love [2 of 3]
J & J
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It was a really pleasant evening.
The heat of the day had given way to the warmth of the night, and the singing of crickets and cicadas were the noise more delightful, after a busy day like that.
"Would you like some wine?"
"Oh-..."
The accordion in the street, engaged in sapphic love songs...
"Yes, thank you."
They were the most suitable background, at a time like that.
Almost romantic, if I may say so.
Jongin poured the wine into Junmyeon's glass, slowly, quietly chewing the bite of lasagne that he had bought that afternoon.
He swallowed, toyed with his feet under the table, then he spoke again.
"You know, I've been thinking a lot."
Junmyeon brought the glass to his mouth, then looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"About what?"
"About us."
Us?, he thought pausing to look at his hair still wet from the shower of a few minutes before, and a drop of water that flowed down his neck.
Attractive?
Jongin seemed strangely serious, for the first time.
"Explain."
And he realized that he had even worn a shirt, and it was something unusual for someone like him, who often preferred to walk around in his underwear.
"I'm leaving, Junmyeon."
"What?"
"I'm leaving home, I'm leaving Paris."
A shot.
The glass slipped from his hand completely overturning the wine on the tablecloth, Jongin looked at him strangely, frowning.
"Junmyeon?"
It was like having a hand wrapped around his neck, thought the pale man, who swallowed hard, remaining motionless.
Eyes widening.
"City? You change city?"
"Yeah."
Jongin looked like another person, he thought beginning to dab the wine with a napkin, trying to stop the flooding.
Trembling.
"When did you decide?"
"Today."
"Today?"
"Yeah."
He got up quickly from the table and put the glass in the sink.
Short arms, lean, a black t-shirt from at least two or three sizes larger than his actual, legs and feet bare. He seemed so small, Jongin thought as he stared at his back and his calves, noting how much he was stunned and shocked.
"Are you seriously surprised? I didn't believe you-"
"Why would you even leave Paris?!"
"Because everything around here reminds me of you."
Another shot, this time straight into the stomach, Junmyeon struggled to hold back the urge to throw a punch in his face.
To that damn guy.
"I don't agree, Jongin."
Selfish, cocky, dramatic.
"I'm trying to have a serious talk, Junmyeon. Why don't you come back here?"
Just, he didn't expect it.
It was a low blow, at a time when he felt strangely calm and all around him seemed to reign an absolute peace. He sat down in his chair, resting his elbows on the table and sighed.
"Here I am. As I was saying-"
"I don't care if you don't agree, frankly. I think I've reached the limit of endurance, ing next to you a week ago."
What? Was just that?, thought Junmyeon finally raising his eyes toward him.
"I-it's not a problem for me-... If this is what you're worried about."
"It's a problem for ME."
Or was he himself acting like a selfish, he thought again as he carried his hands through his own hair, closing his eyes.
"You're right, Jongin."
"Thank you."
"It's just that-... I didn't expect, so fast-... I don't-..."
No.
Simply, he didn't want.
Junmyeon didn't want Jongin to leave.
"It will take a few days to prepare all my stuff, but I have already found a friend willing to host me until I find an accommodation."
"Friend?"
"Yes, an old friend."
A friend too?!, he thought while squeezing a corner of the tablecloth with all his strength, tightening his lips barely.
"And who is this man?"
"Grégoire."
"Grégoire? Such a pretty name."
"He's also very nice."
"Seriously?"
"Of course."
"I'm happy."
Jongin reached out and grabbed Junmyeon's wrist, pulling him.
"Hey."
"What?"
"Are you angry?
"I'm not angry."
"You're tense as a stone."
"I'm happy for you, you know? I seriously don't-"
"Stop it!"
SHOT.
A slap, straight in the face, and Junmyeon put his hands to his right cheek, trembling and gasping for breath.
"You-... You are a-..."
Groaning in pain, rising from his chair and ran to the bathroom.
"You're a bastard, Jongin!"
"And you're a liar, A LIAR! Why don't you tell me the truth, huh?!"
Despite repeated attempts of Jongin to grab him by the shirt, the poor pale man managed to slip into the bathroom and locked himself in there.
"Junmyeon, open this ing door!"
For minutes, minutes that seemed like hours, thought Jongin while he slumped on the floor at the foot of the door.
Waiting for his only love to came out of the bathroom.
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Click.
"Junmyeon-"
The bathroom door opened and Jongin jumped to his feet, sprinting like a cheetah.
"Junmyeon, please-"
"NO!"
He ran quickly toward the roommate, who yanked him and pushed him away violently.
"Stay away from me, Jongin!"
"I just want to see if I hurt you, damn it!"
"Yes , you hurt me!"
Then pointing to his right cheek slightly flushed, his eyes swollen and shiny.
Jongin rested his hand gently on his skin, barely touching it.
"God-... What have I done-..."
Assuming a worried expression, serious, severe. He moved closer to Junmyeon, slid his arms around his back, slipped his hand between his soft hair.
"I'm so sorry, my love-..."
And he felt him stiffen and vibrate as soon as he uttered those words, he seemed even smaller, helpless, fragile. He sniffed his shock and hugged him, breathing close to his ear.
"What kind of person I've become, huh? I have even come to this-... Hurt you-..."
He hugged him with all his strength.
He could feel every bone, every creek, every single muscle in his weak body, he touched his neck with his lips, then took his face in his hands and look him straight in the eye.
"I'm leaving today, okay? It's dangerous, for you-... That I stay here."
Maybe he should tell him to stop, thought Junmyeon as he continued to look at him, while he hadn't moved a finger up to that point.
Maybe he was acting somewhat too dramatic, maybe it was just a simple slap, maybe-
"Don't go."
Maybe it had been necessary, that shot.
He grabbed the hem of his bluish shirt and pulled him, just timidly trying.
"I don't want you to go away, Jongin."
DO-NOT-WANT.
The most beautiful denial in the world, thought Jongin, who blurted out with a weak and hysterical chuckle, paradoxically terrified by the whole situation.
"I-I don't-.... I don't think you really want to-... I mean-..."
He tried to gather as many words as he knew, but that seemed seriously the toughest job in the world.
Junmyeon continued to look into his eyes and it was something surprisingly...
"Oh yes, I do."
Wonderful.
"I want you to stay here, Jongin. With me."
HE was wonderful.
His skin, his face, his expression tired and confused, his black T-shirt. He was perfect, he was an angel, he was...
"Jesus, don't-... Don't make things more difficult, I beg you-..."
Junmyeon was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life, he thought, scratching his head nervously, nodding to take back his face in his hands and then stopping and walk away, trying to resist the urge to kiss him.
To his mouth like a peach, a succulent peach...
"I just want you to stay here, I don't want to complicate things."
"Junmyeon-..."
Yet you're doing it, he thought as he kept his eyes fixed on his friends hands, he saw them squeeze the hem of his shirt as to want to hold him tight, not wanting him to let go.
"B-but-... I don't understand, it would be your chance to get rid of me once and for all-... Why do you want me to stay here? You could be free, you could feel safe, you could-"
"I could miss you."
Heart skipped a beat, Jongin believed to faint or have a heart attack, after hearing those four shabby words.
His hands trembled.
"If you go-... I could miss you, Jongin. So-..."
Junmyeon walked over to him and pulled him more, and then slowly slide his arms down his broad chest, moving his shoulders and gently folding his arms around his neck.
"So-... Touch me, Jongin. Touch me, kiss me if you want-..."
He leaned against him just as light as a feather, while Jongin continued to stare at an empty spot in front of him, unable to understand the reason for that change so sudden, those words, that closeness between them.
"You can also use me, if you like-... But don't leave me, please."
"Jun-… Junmyeon-…"
The boy took again his face in his hands, this time he was so near to his lips that it would be enough a single gesture, a fit, and he could kiss him without thinking twice.
But he managed to restrain himself, picking up as much saliva as he could and swallowing painfully, laboriously.
"Stop, I beg you-... You know how-... How hard it is to-... Restrain myself-..."
And his eyes fell relentlessly on the small and timid fingers of his lover, who had fled to the collar of his shirt and was now releasing a button at a time, exposing more and more skin, up to a hint of the chest.
"What are you doing? Junmyeon-"
Continuing until the end of the pectorals, tucking his hands inside the shirt and pressing with the fingertips against the toned muscles, soft, those that he had seen at least a thousand times, that he knew by heart. Jongin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, because having Junmyeon's finger resting directly to his skin...
It was something sublime, as an aphrodisiac, entrancing.
"Stop it, please-..."
As it was to have his soft and warm lips right next to his left , and then back along his collarbone, leading up to his wet neck.
"Junmyeon!"
The pale man opened his mouth and the neck lightly, even more timidly, making him wince, vibrate.
Causing him to lose control.
"Oh, you-... You-you-you-..."
And Jongin grabbed him by the shoulders, pressed them, kissed him passionately, took him by the neck and pulled him forcefully.
"You're a fool, a fool-..."
"Do-... Do it, Jongin-... Touch me-... Touch me, here-..."
Junmyeon took his hand and led it behind his back, on his , urging him to sink his fingers in the flesh.
And then cling again to his neck, pulling him towards the bed behind them.
"Please, Jongin-... Do it-... Now-..."
Then dropped both, wincing.
"Now-..."
Just on their bed.
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