Collide
SHINee fic.
If you don't know what they look like.
ONEW
KEY
A/N: I am a retarded amount of drunk as I write this. typos out the ass, I'm sure. forgive me. I can't help it, I like to write porn when I'm faded. XD
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Key was at his wits end and it was all Onew’s fault. Why did he have to look so goddamned sexy when he was in Rock Of Ages??? The leather, the eyeliner, his too-tight jeans - Key practically had an aneurysm every time the older boy went on stage.
It was Onew’s last performance and Key refused to attend. He’d already been three times and it was becoming a chore to restrain himself from pouncing on stage and ripping his leader’s clothes off. But that didn’t stop Key from imagining Onew in various types of compromising positions. He’d stayed home, yes, but he hadn’t been a good boy by any stretch of the word.
Key was on the couch, half-asleep, when the leader arrived back at the dorm at 3am. He heard the older boy stumble as he closed the door behind him, no doubt tipsy on soju. Key sat up slowly and surveyed the scene before him. Onew was trying, and failing, to remove his boots. His eyeliner was smudged and his leather jacket was askew. Key thought he’d never seen anything hotter in his whole existence. He got up silently from the couch and made his way over to Onew. The older boy was fumbling with the zipper on his boot; one hand pressed against the wall to stop himself from falling over.
“Need some help?” Key supplied with a giggle.
Onew stared at him for a long moment, his hand still on his shoe, before he spoke. “I thought zippers were supposed to make it easier.” He chuckled as he gave up his futile attempts.
Key walked over and kneeled down, removing the shoes with ease. “They do, but not if you’re trashed.”
“Oh. Right.” Onew supplied lamely as he tried to keep his balance.
Key stood up and wrapped an arm around the older boy. “I know it was the last night but did you have to get completely trashed?”
Onew sighed deeply as he tucked his head into the younger boy’s neck. “They wouldn’t stop pouring the drinks. You know it’s impolite to refuse when your elders fill your cup.”
“But you could’ve left early.” Key reasoned as he felt Onew’s breath ghost across his collarbone. It sent shivers down his spine, but he tried to ignore it.
“Don’t.” Onew said abruptly as he looked Key in the eyes.
“Don’t what?” The younger boy inquired.
“Don’t act motherly. It makes it weird.”
Key stopped mid-walk and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Makes what weird?” He prodded while he looked in the older boy’s eyes.
Onew shifted his gaze, refusing to look at Key. “It makes me feel….weird. It makes me feel dirty for the way I feel about you.”
Key’s mouth dropped open slightly. He wasn’t sure if he was hearing his leader right. “The way you feel…” He drifted off, unsure how to proceed.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? You’re like a personal demon sent from hell to tempt me.” Onew said as he looked Key directly in the eyes. “Half the time I don’t know whether to run away or jump you on the spot.”
Key swallowed hard. Surely it was just the alcohol talking. Onew wasn’t….gay. Right?
“I think you’ve had too much to drink Onew-sshi. You need to sleep it off.” Key offered as he pulled the older boy to their shared room.
“Who says I want to sleep it off?” Onew said with a glint in his eye.
Key found himself suddenly back against a wall with Onew’s lips centimeters from his own.
“What if…I want to…” The older boy let the question hang in the air as he closed in on Key’s mouth.
Lips pressed harshly against one another; Onew’s tongue seeking entrance. Key let out a slight moan as he let the older boy in. It became a flurry of dueling tongues and roaming hands. The next thing they knew, both of them were completely divested of clothes. Key stared into the older boy’s eyes; panting and trying to get his brain to function properly once more. But all thoughts of what was proper went completely out the door when Onew took Key’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it.
Onew breathed huskily into the younger boy’s ear. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?”
All Key could respond with was a sharp gasp as the older boy continued his ministrations. He found himself bucking up to meet Onew’s hand as it continued its slow torture.
A few fevered strokes later and Key was cumming; white light flashing behind his closed eyes. Onew brought his hand toward his mouth; licking off Key’s essence as the younger boy watched behind a heavy-lidded gaze.
Key licked his lower lip as he spoke. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this moment? How many ways I’ve contemplated this happening?”
Onew took his hand and led him toward their room. “No. But why don’t you show me.” He smirked as he drew the younger boy closer.
Behind closed doors it was nothing but kiss-muted moans and the sounds of heated flesh colliding. Neither cared about what repercussions the morning would hold when they would be found wrapped around each other; naked, with blissful smiles plastered on their faces.
End.
If you don't know what they look like.
ONEW
KEY
A/N: I am a retarded amount of drunk as I write this. typos out the ass, I'm sure. forgive me. I can't help it, I like to write porn when I'm faded. XD
***
Key was at his wits end and it was all Onew’s fault. Why did he have to look so goddamned sexy when he was in Rock Of Ages??? The leather, the eyeliner, his too-tight jeans - Key practically had an aneurysm every time the older boy went on stage.
It was Onew’s last performance and Key refused to attend. He’d already been three times and it was becoming a chore to restrain himself from pouncing on stage and ripping his leader’s clothes off. But that didn’t stop Key from imagining Onew in various types of compromising positions. He’d stayed home, yes, but he hadn’t been a good boy by any stretch of the word.
Key was on the couch, half-asleep, when the leader arrived back at the dorm at 3am. He heard the older boy stumble as he closed the door behind him, no doubt tipsy on soju. Key sat up slowly and surveyed the scene before him. Onew was trying, and failing, to remove his boots. His eyeliner was smudged and his leather jacket was askew. Key thought he’d never seen anything hotter in his whole existence. He got up silently from the couch and made his way over to Onew. The older boy was fumbling with the zipper on his boot; one hand pressed against the wall to stop himself from falling over.
“Need some help?” Key supplied with a giggle.
Onew stared at him for a long moment, his hand still on his shoe, before he spoke. “I thought zippers were supposed to make it easier.” He chuckled as he gave up his futile attempts.
Key walked over and kneeled down, removing the shoes with ease. “They do, but not if you’re trashed.”
“Oh. Right.” Onew supplied lamely as he tried to keep his balance.
Key stood up and wrapped an arm around the older boy. “I know it was the last night but did you have to get completely trashed?”
Onew sighed deeply as he tucked his head into the younger boy’s neck. “They wouldn’t stop pouring the drinks. You know it’s impolite to refuse when your elders fill your cup.”
“But you could’ve left early.” Key reasoned as he felt Onew’s breath ghost across his collarbone. It sent shivers down his spine, but he tried to ignore it.
“Don’t.” Onew said abruptly as he looked Key in the eyes.
“Don’t what?” The younger boy inquired.
“Don’t act motherly. It makes it weird.”
Key stopped mid-walk and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Makes what weird?” He prodded while he looked in the older boy’s eyes.
Onew shifted his gaze, refusing to look at Key. “It makes me feel….weird. It makes me feel dirty for the way I feel about you.”
Key’s mouth dropped open slightly. He wasn’t sure if he was hearing his leader right. “The way you feel…” He drifted off, unsure how to proceed.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? You’re like a personal demon sent from hell to tempt me.” Onew said as he looked Key directly in the eyes. “Half the time I don’t know whether to run away or jump you on the spot.”
Key swallowed hard. Surely it was just the alcohol talking. Onew wasn’t….gay. Right?
“I think you’ve had too much to drink Onew-sshi. You need to sleep it off.” Key offered as he pulled the older boy to their shared room.
“Who says I want to sleep it off?” Onew said with a glint in his eye.
Key found himself suddenly back against a wall with Onew’s lips centimeters from his own.
“What if…I want to…” The older boy let the question hang in the air as he closed in on Key’s mouth.
Lips pressed harshly against one another; Onew’s tongue seeking entrance. Key let out a slight moan as he let the older boy in. It became a flurry of dueling tongues and roaming hands. The next thing they knew, both of them were completely divested of clothes. Key stared into the older boy’s eyes; panting and trying to get his brain to function properly once more. But all thoughts of what was proper went completely out the door when Onew took Key’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it.
Onew breathed huskily into the younger boy’s ear. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?”
All Key could respond with was a sharp gasp as the older boy continued his ministrations. He found himself bucking up to meet Onew’s hand as it continued its slow torture.
A few fevered strokes later and Key was cumming; white light flashing behind his closed eyes. Onew brought his hand toward his mouth; licking off Key’s essence as the younger boy watched behind a heavy-lidded gaze.
Key licked his lower lip as he spoke. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this moment? How many ways I’ve contemplated this happening?”
Onew took his hand and led him toward their room. “No. But why don’t you show me.” He smirked as he drew the younger boy closer.
Behind closed doors it was nothing but kiss-muted moans and the sounds of heated flesh colliding. Neither cared about what repercussions the morning would hold when they would be found wrapped around each other; naked, with blissful smiles plastered on their faces.
End.