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Title: Slippery When Wet
Author: a_life_defiant
Rating: R
Paring: MinKey
Genre: Drabble-ish, fluff-ish
Summary: Once again, Key is on his hands an knees....
A/N: Birthday fic for my tiger cub/lover/sexypants/shared wife maxism12
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Key was on his knees, sweat dripping down his face, and panting hard. His arms were burning with the strain of being over-worked, but he was so close to finishing. He just needed a little more...
"Soap. Minho, can you hand me the detergent soap for the floor?"
The rapper was still staring lewdly from across the room, his eyes trained on Key's upturned rear. That delicious, perky buttocks that housed the even more delicious tight heat of his....
"Asshole! Stop perving out and hand me the damn soap!" Key shouted as he threw the sponge he was using the clean the floor at Minho's head.
The taller boy caught the projectile effortlessly; his reflexes always on alert. Key pouted at his missed target and sat back on his haunches.
"Jerk. That wasn't very nice." Minho all but purred, not seeming the least bit offended.
"Bitch. It wasn't supposed to be." Key leveled a glare at the rapper.
"Just stop being a dick and get me the soap before I murder you." The older boy hissed impatiently.
Minho walked ever-so-slowly to the cabinet that held their cleaning supplies. He made a show of bending over at a sloth's pace, letting his sweatpants dip teasingly low over his ass; a hint of crack peaking out at the top.
Key gave a hard gulp as he drank in swell of Minho's butt under his pants. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to shuffle over on his knees and rip the offending pants off so he could suck Minho...
"Dry?" The tall boy called, his head still in the cabinet.
"W-what?" Key stuttered.
"Do you want the dry, powder soap? Or the liquid kind?" Minho reiterated slowly, like he was talking to a toddler.
"Uh, whatever's closest to reach." The singer mumbled as he continued to ogle the compact perfection that was Minho's ass.
The rapper stood and turned to look at Key, mirth dancing in his gaze.
"Hey, Pervy McPerv-pants, you've got a little drool on your face."
One of Key's rubber glove-clad hands flew to his face, slapping around wetly. "I do?! Where?!? .....Yah! Douchebag! You made me wet myself!"
Minho collapsed on the floor in a heap of laughter, dropping the soap and folding in on himself.
"I'm not even going to touch that one. It's too easy." The rapper chuckled out.
Key pulled off his other glove and threw it at Minho's face, making a direct hit. Fast reflexes or not, you can't catch something if you have your eyes closed and your hands clutching your stomach. The wet thwack it made as it came in contact with Minho's forehead was one of the most satisfying sounds Key had ever heard.
"You did NOT just..."
"You bet your ass I did." Key smirked as he moved toward the rapper to retrieve his glove.
Minho sat, shooting daggers from his eyes, waiting until Key had put the glove back on and thought it was all over. He got to his feet in a flash and pinned Key against the nearest wall, holding the smaller boy's hands over his head. He brought their mouths together in a fierce kiss, nearly biting Key's lips off when he didn't part them fast enough.
"Oh my god. What the - oh fuck - hell has gotten into you??" Key moaned out as Minho attacked the delicate skin on his neck.
"You really have to ask?" The rapper growled as he rubbed their crotches together.
"You've been on your knees for thirty minutes, ass in the air, and panting like a bitch in heat. What do the fuck do you think has gotten into me?" Minho replied humorlessly.
"You couldn't have waited five minutes?!" Key groaned.
"No." Minho stated petulantly as he nosed along Key's jaw.
"At least let me dry the wet spots on the floor before Jinki gets back. His sangtae and a wet floor is just asking for him to break something."
"Shiro!" Minho growled as he began to bodily carry the smaller boy to their room.
They had just made it to the bedroom door, Key squirming in Minho's arms, when a loud scream followed by a thud was heard in the kitchen. The rapper set Key down with a sheepish look.
"Ahh! I think I sprained something." Jinki cried pitifully from where he'd slipped on the floor.
"I told you so." Key snapped as he rolled his eyes at Minho; leaving the rapper to help out their leader in the kitchen.
Minho sighed to himself. Lee Jinki, once again, fucking things up since 1989.
End
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Author: a_life_defiant
Rating: R
Paring: MinKey
Genre: Drabble-ish, fluff-ish
Summary: Once again, Key is on his hands an knees....
A/N: Birthday fic for my tiger cub/lover/sexypants/shared wife maxism12
***
Key was on his knees, sweat dripping down his face, and panting hard. His arms were burning with the strain of being over-worked, but he was so close to finishing. He just needed a little more...
"Soap. Minho, can you hand me the detergent soap for the floor?"
The rapper was still staring lewdly from across the room, his eyes trained on Key's upturned rear. That delicious, perky buttocks that housed the even more delicious tight heat of his....
"Asshole! Stop perving out and hand me the damn soap!" Key shouted as he threw the sponge he was using the clean the floor at Minho's head.
The taller boy caught the projectile effortlessly; his reflexes always on alert. Key pouted at his missed target and sat back on his haunches.
"Jerk. That wasn't very nice." Minho all but purred, not seeming the least bit offended.
"Bitch. It wasn't supposed to be." Key leveled a glare at the rapper.
"Just stop being a dick and get me the soap before I murder you." The older boy hissed impatiently.
Minho walked ever-so-slowly to the cabinet that held their cleaning supplies. He made a show of bending over at a sloth's pace, letting his sweatpants dip teasingly low over his ass; a hint of crack peaking out at the top.
Key gave a hard gulp as he drank in swell of Minho's butt under his pants. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to shuffle over on his knees and rip the offending pants off so he could suck Minho...
"Dry?" The tall boy called, his head still in the cabinet.
"W-what?" Key stuttered.
"Do you want the dry, powder soap? Or the liquid kind?" Minho reiterated slowly, like he was talking to a toddler.
"Uh, whatever's closest to reach." The singer mumbled as he continued to ogle the compact perfection that was Minho's ass.
The rapper stood and turned to look at Key, mirth dancing in his gaze.
"Hey, Pervy McPerv-pants, you've got a little drool on your face."
One of Key's rubber glove-clad hands flew to his face, slapping around wetly. "I do?! Where?!? .....Yah! Douchebag! You made me wet myself!"
Minho collapsed on the floor in a heap of laughter, dropping the soap and folding in on himself.
"I'm not even going to touch that one. It's too easy." The rapper chuckled out.
Key pulled off his other glove and threw it at Minho's face, making a direct hit. Fast reflexes or not, you can't catch something if you have your eyes closed and your hands clutching your stomach. The wet thwack it made as it came in contact with Minho's forehead was one of the most satisfying sounds Key had ever heard.
"You did NOT just..."
"You bet your ass I did." Key smirked as he moved toward the rapper to retrieve his glove.
Minho sat, shooting daggers from his eyes, waiting until Key had put the glove back on and thought it was all over. He got to his feet in a flash and pinned Key against the nearest wall, holding the smaller boy's hands over his head. He brought their mouths together in a fierce kiss, nearly biting Key's lips off when he didn't part them fast enough.
"Oh my god. What the - oh fuck - hell has gotten into you??" Key moaned out as Minho attacked the delicate skin on his neck.
"You really have to ask?" The rapper growled as he rubbed their crotches together.
"You've been on your knees for thirty minutes, ass in the air, and panting like a bitch in heat. What do the fuck do you think has gotten into me?" Minho replied humorlessly.
"You couldn't have waited five minutes?!" Key groaned.
"No." Minho stated petulantly as he nosed along Key's jaw.
"At least let me dry the wet spots on the floor before Jinki gets back. His sangtae and a wet floor is just asking for him to break something."
"Shiro!" Minho growled as he began to bodily carry the smaller boy to their room.
They had just made it to the bedroom door, Key squirming in Minho's arms, when a loud scream followed by a thud was heard in the kitchen. The rapper set Key down with a sheepish look.
"Ahh! I think I sprained something." Jinki cried pitifully from where he'd slipped on the floor.
"I told you so." Key snapped as he rolled his eyes at Minho; leaving the rapper to help out their leader in the kitchen.
Minho sighed to himself. Lee Jinki, once again, fucking things up since 1989.
End
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