Ready or Not Chapter 2
In which I continue to be a mean cock-blocking author lol.
Title: Ready or Not Chapter 2
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4007
Genre: Romantic /Fluff/Slice of Life/
Rating: R
Summary: Jinki has to deal with more jealousy over Taemin than he expected/Taemin just wants to be with Jinki
A/N Because I didn't want to sound like an even bigger pervette than I actually am, I have aged Taemin up in this fic so that he's a legal adult in my country aka the USA. Which is 18. I don't mention a specific age so the reader can imagine he's aged up to whatever age seems appropriate to you.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Awkwardness/kissing/people being people/giving of hickeys!
Continues immediately after Chapter 1
Jinki startles awake, blinking in the cool light of early morning. He's lying with Taemin wrapped up in his arms and the younger man is snuggled into him. Taemin is all long limbs and warm skin against him and for a few moments, Jinki closes his eyes and just savors this single instant. He knows that there isn't much time before they have to be up and moving and he can't help but cringe a little at what the other members of their group will say when they realize things have changed between himself and Taemin.
Taemin shifts a little, his cheek moving against Onew's shoulder and he lifts his head in a drift of dark honey colored hair falling around his face. He blinks, disoriented and a little weirded out by the fact that he's naked. In a moment though, he's smiling and cuddling closer to Jinki with a long sigh.
"Morning," he says softly, gently running his hand down Jinki's back.
"Hi," Jinki says, stricken by wondering what the heck he says now. There's a million things clogging up his brain and throat so for several seconds he doesn't say anything as a hot red flush suffuses his skin. "I love you," he whispers, as if the words are too frail to face the morning at full volume.
Easing up on an elbow, Taemin looks at Jinki. His hair is a mess and there are sheet crinkles on his cheek but he is still the most beautiful man in Taemin's eyes. "I love you too," he says simply and kisses Jinki's cheek. "But you get to tell the others," Taemin adds, sliding out of bed before Jinki can grab him.
Jinki sits up and sighs, "Oh, thank you so very much," he says, but that's just something for his mouth to do while his brain is concentrating on the sight of Taemin wiggling back into his sleep clothes that were tossed on the floor last night.
"You are so beautiful," Jinki says, in a totally different tone. He pushes his hair out of his eyes and stares harder at the younger man, the one he can now call...his boyfriend. The term sits a bit oddly when he thinks of Taemin but the idea that he has the right to claim Taemin in that fashion creates a spot of warmth in his chest.
"So're you," Taemin answers, smiling brilliantly, and with a little wave, the younger slides out of Jinki's room.
Jinki falls back on the bed for a moment just to contemplate the strange and lovely turn his life is taking.
....
Six hours later and Jinki can feel his temper starting to shorten. The problem is; it's no one's fault that they've had literally no time to even talk all day. They've run from one schedule to another, pausing only for clothing changes or makeup touch ups or to grab a sip of water or a bite to eat all day. Taemin gives him a worried look from the other side of the van on their way to ...Jinki can't remember.
Jinki shakes his head and fidgets in his seat. Minho is next to him and he shoots Jinki a curious glance. Usually the leader falls into almost a meditative state, even sleeping on these short trips here and there. But Jinki is noticeably tense.
"What's wrong, hyung?" Minho asks in a low voice. He is genuinely concerned, Jinki can see that on the younger man's face.
Nevertheless, his sense of time passing makes it difficult to simply answer Minho civilly. He peeks over to Taemin and Key where Key is fussing about something in a whisper, making Taemin half laugh and half groan with tolerant acceptance. Jinki has never felt like this before but he speaks to Minho calmly.
"I just have some things on my mind," he answers softly and tells himself he's not going to look where something Jjong said is making Taemin laugh.
You're jealous, Jinki thinks to himself and wants to roll his eyes at his own stupid reactions. He wasn't jealous yesterday when nearly these exact same things happened, why is he jealous now? But he knows why, really. Yesterday, he just wanted Taemin, loved Taemin from a safe distance. Today, he and Taemin are a ...a couple. That changes everything. And he wants to yank Taemin to him and never let him go. He's sung about these kinds of feelings before and tried to imagine them in order to put emotion into the songs but this....this is much worse and yet much better than he could have imagined.
Closing his eyes, Jinki clenches his fist against his leg and pretends not to hear Taemin laugh again and the whispers on the other side of Minho. If he pays attention, he'll do something jealous and drastic and then the cat will be out of the bag to more than just their little quintet. Jinki's not ready for that, might never be. It's not like two men being a couple is the most accepted thing in the world, and that's putting it mildly. He makes himself not fidget by counting backward from 100, in English. It works but only just. He's thanking the heavens when the van pulls up in front of their dorm. Jinki is delighted to discover that he has nothing more to do today until later that evening.
Uncharacteristically, he's the first out of the van and heads into the building without waiting for any of the others. If he even looks at Taemin right now Jinki doesn't think he'll be responsible for his actions. He walks straight into his bedroom and closes the door, leaning back against it. Jinki knows he has about ten seconds before someone comes knocking on the door to find out what's eating him but those ten seconds might be enough to keep him from completely losing it. He takes some deep breaths, but all he can see in his mind's eye is Taemin.
....
Taemin knows something is wrong with Jinki. He steals enough little peeks at his new boyfriend to know that all is not well in the little kingdom of Lee Jinki, but he has no opportunity to ask about it, or better yet do something about it. Taemin climbs out of the van frowning as he watches the leader all but run into the building in which they live and folds his arms, rubbing his hands up and down as if he feels a chill. It's cold out, that's true, but the chill is one of a sudden dash of fear. Maybe Jinki has changed his mind about everything, about him. Just the thought of that being true makes him feel faint and his chest aches as if a ball had hit him there hard enough to knock the wind out of him. He sighs as Key drapes an arm around him and shepherds him into the house, not saying a word. Taemin rubs his chest and lets the older man guide him inside, sitting him down and getting him a cup of tea.
"I should see about Jinki hyung," Taemin says into the fragrant steam, hunching his shoulders a bit and then tilting his head to peek down the hall where the door is firmly closed.
Key makes a face and rolls his eyes. "I think he needs a few minutes," he tells Taemin as if he knows more than he's saying.
Meanwhile Minho and Jjong are arguing about something outside and walk in laughing at nothing in particular. There's more mugs of tea on the counter and they grab their own with a quick mutter of thanks. Taemin just watches Jinki's door, fingertips wrapped around the warm mug in his hands. His heart is starting to beat harder and seems off rhythm, Taemin slinks down further in the chair only to straighten up like a jacknife when Jinki's door opens again. He studies the older man's face as he walks down the hall towards the little group around the table and takes note of the tightened jaw and the determined expression their leader wears and bites his lip.
"Jinki hyung," Taemin says nervously, his voice soft as his lungs feel deflated and without breath. That is...until Jinki's hand brushes through his hair softly in an undeniably affectionate and possessive gesture.
....
Jinki comes to a decision on a course of action in those brief moments alone. As reticent as he sometimes is, he needs to make how he feels clear to the others in the house and in such a way that no one can think he's making a joke of some kind. Suddenly he feels less unsettled rather than the reverse and he walks out of his bedroom and quickly down the hall. He can see the nervousness on Taemin's face and feels guilty, understanding almost immediately that his behavior must be scaring the younger man about his feelings. So he runs his fingers gently over Taemin's soft hair, pushing it back off his forehead. Watching Taemin's hesitant smile bloom, he smiles too and leans over to place a light kiss on Taemin's bitten lips.
"I knew it!" Key cries, reaching a girly squeak in excitement as he jumps from his seat. "I always know these things...."
Jinki slips his arm around Taemin's shoulders and turns to Key with a serious expression. "You know...what exactly?" he asks, almost painfully aware that while Taemin is smiling radiantly, Minho and Jjong are staring at the two of them as if they've both grown second heads.
"I knew you and Taemin were MEANT," Key replies as if this were so obvious it didn't need explaining. He turns and pokes Jjong and then Minho. "Wake up already, Jinki hyung and Taemin are in love. Its wonderful!"
Blinking a few times and wondering if he's dreaming, Jinki stares at Key, because that's better than staring at the other two fifths of their group.
"We are, yes," Taemin chimes in, leaning into Jinki's arm and looking determined.
"It's about time!" Jjong all but shouts, startling everyone. He leers at them which is pretty much par for the course with Jjong and then looks around. "Anything to eat in here?" He moves away, starting to search through the cupboards as if the subject is closed as far as he is concerned.
"Well?" Key demands, giving Minho another bigger poke than before since he's still standing and looking shocked. Jinki is suddenly very glad he's not the focus of Key's very famous laser stare and has to respect Minho's ability to stand up to it with a certain amount of stoicism.
"Well, nothing," Minho says with a small smile. "If they are happy, I'm happy." He shrugs and picks ups his mug, and that, suddenly, is the end of that.
....
Taemin stands up at that point and takes firm hold of Jinki's hand. "We need to talk so ...we'll see you all later..." He can feel himself flushing practically down to his feet but that doesn't matter. Taemin can tell that Jinki is practically vibrating with discomfort and perhaps, he thinks, stealing another look at Jinki's handsome face, something more. Maybe the leader wants to be alone with him as much as Taemin wants to be alone with Jinki. He ignores the romantic squealing (Key), the leering (Jjong) and quiet well wishes (Minho) as he tugs Jinki after him down the hall to the older man's room. The sooner the door is closed on the other three the better, as far as Taemin is concerned.
Once inside the cool quiet of Jinki's room though, Taemin feels fidgety and as if he doesn't know what to do next. He does a little dance step across the hardwood floor and ends up next to the dresser and starts to fiddle with the items on its top. There are coins there, spilled out of Jinki's pockets, probably. Taemin starts arranging them in order of size and denomination, concentrating hard on that because Jinki is being so quiet. The door closed a few minutes ago and there's still nothing.
"Tae," Jinki says and he's closer than Taemin realized, his head coming up in a swish of his hair to find Jinki on the other end of the dresser, watching him. There's a look in Jinki's eyes that Taemin finds difficult to translate. He smiles a little and reaches out along the width of the little dresser.
Jinki's hand immediately finds Taemin's and the elder pulls him until they are standing very close to each other but not touching anywhere but where Taemin's hand lies in Jinki's.
....
Jinki studies the way Taemin's playing with the coins, the slender fingers sliding them about while his lips are pursed and there's a tiny crease of his forehead above his brows. Jinki isn't sure what to do or what to say or how to start this conversation. He almost wishes he could just pass notes as if they both were fifth graders but his inner adult vetoes that plan before he can go find paper and pencils. So he speaks, just the one syllable because it's all he can get out of his dry throat.
"Tae," Jinki says quietly and then Taemin's reaching out for him and he's pulling the younger towards him. He closes his eyes a moment as they stand there, a breath all that lies between them and he squeezes his boyfriend's hand.
"What are you thinking?" Jinki asks, pulling Taemin with him towards the big wickerwork thing that claims it's a chair but really is more like a nest. He curls up in the cushions and then tugs Taemin to settle in against him and purring low in his throat with appreciation when Taemin's warm weight settles against him in a whisper of garments and a bit of heady fragrance. Jinki sets his chin on Taemin's shoulder and wraps his arms around the slender strong body of his boyfriend, holding on tight.
Taemin's shoulders shift, almost a shrug. "Just...wondering what you're thinking, if you're okay if...if we're okay." He cuddles deeper into Jinki's hold as he talks, feeling as if something within him needs the contact as a necessity of life.
Turning his head, Jinki nuzzles into the curve of Taemin's neck. "Of course we are, if you're okay that is. I know today was...well... weird but just because I'm behaving myself in public, don't assume that means anything has changed." He sighs, and shakes his head a bit, getting hair out of his eyes.
"We have to keep things not too close, in public. And ...we hadn't had a chance to talk to the other guys so ...," Jinki shrugs hoping Taemin's getting his meaning.
Taemin laughs a little and shakes his head, turning in the curve of Jinki's arms so he can look at the older man. "You call that behaving yourself? Hyung, you had laser beams for eyes, several times." He smiles and runs a hand up Jinki's chest softly. "Were you jealous or something?"
"I was...yes." Jinki admits it, now that Taemin's called him on it. "I can't promise that won't happen more, at least a dozen times today I wanted to just hug you and kiss you and...other things." He laughs a little nervously, dropping a kiss on Taemin's cheek and holding him closer. Every time he closes his eyes for very long Jinki can't help but remember the way Taemin kissed him, came apart for him last night and that does nothing for his composure.
Taemin doesn't know whether to frown because he made Jinki feel jealous or laugh with happiness that he made Jinki feel jealous. It's confusing but he smiles at Jinki, shifting around in the strong hold around him to take Jinki's face in his palms. As Taemin does so, he has a strong image of doing the exact same thing last night.
"You don't have to be jealous. I only want you. I only love you," Taemin says carefully, enunciating the words with emphasis as if to make sure Jinki understands them beyond a doubt.
Jinki sighs, Taemin's hands are warm on his skin and his whole face seems luminous with beauty as they gaze at each other. He reaches up and takes Taemin's hands in his own, threading their fingers together. "I'm not jealous because I don't trust you or because I don't believe you, aegi," Jinki promises quietly. He kisses the corner of Taemin's mouth as if to seal the words.
"I'm jealous because it's my nature I suppose. I want to carry you off and keep you all to myself. It's pretty violent, how I feel," Jinki explains, dropping his eyes to where their hands are joined as a flush colors his face. "If I could, I'd drape you in little messages...mine, mine, mine," he says keeping his eyes on their hands.
Taemin feels a shiver run through his body as Jinki tries to explain his feelings. It makes his heart almost try to flip over in his chest and his body heat up so that his clothes feel much too tight. He shifts a little in Jinki's lap and savors the way one of Jinki's wide palms suddenly curves around his back as if to keep him closer. It's a delicious feeling and Taemin sighs, clearing his throat.
"Don't you know how hot that is? That you feel that way I mean. It's even sexier that you kinda tried to hold it back but really couldn't," Taemin says, lifting their still joined hands to nudge Jinki into looking at him. "I mean it...it's hot, really really hot."
Jinki doesn't even think about it, just slides his hand underneath Taemin's jacket and shirt and 8 million other layers to get to the warm skin underheath it all, flattening his palm there just to feel the workings of Taemin's muscle and flesh. Jinki's gaze refocuses on Taemin's mouth as he speaks and he finds himself scraping his own bottom lip with his teeth, yearning starting to spike in him.
"You think so?" he asks huskily. "I can try not to get too irrational about it...but I can't stop feeling that way." Jinki can't help but warn Taemin, but at least part of his attention has turned to nothing more than Taemin's delectable weight against his lap and the curve of the younger man's equally enticing lips. "I haven't kissed you all day, aegi," Jinki adds.
"Not since this morning," Taemin agrees, swallowing. "Is it bad if I say I kind of like you...a little irrational?" he asks, and his eyes fasten on Jinki's mouth. Taemin clears his throat again, feeling the heat rise fast between them.
"I'm more than a little irrational about you," Jinki replies but he doesn't wait for Taemin to respond. It seems a small and torturous eternity since he and Taemin were alone together, Jinki's not about to waste the little space of time they have. He leans the short distance it takes for their lips to come into contact and feels the little quick heady shock as they kiss as sweetly as little children for a moment. Their lips simply brush together but of course, that isn't nearly enough to satiate the passion always under the surface.
Taemin finds one of his hands on Jinki's shoulder, pushed under his clothes to feel the warm muscle and skin beneath it. He's clinging hard even though they've barely started kissing. Jinki has a way of turning his brains to mush with a light brush of his mouth. The other hand tangles in the folds of the leather jacket Jinki is still wearing, crumpling the soft hide as he pushes forward and parts his lips, inviting Jinki's tongue into his mouth. He doesn't, can't say how much he rather enjoys Jinki being irrational about him; it's such a contrast to how the older one usually behaves.
Jinki shivers when Taemin pushes closer, offering his lips to him that way. It strikes him as a deeply erotic moment and he slips his tongue between Taemin's lips with care, groaning in his throat when Taemin's tongue meets him, tangling them together in a slow stroking dance. Jinki's hand comes up to cradle Taemin's head, the other still under Taemin's clothing behind his back, pulling him deeper into Jinki's lap. Hunger surges quickly and before Jinki quite knows how it happens, he's kissing Taemin harder, long deep fierce kisses with barely a second to breathe.
Eagerly giving himself up to Jinki's demanding kisses, Taemin arches tightly against the older man's body, long legs curled to either side of Jinki's hips so that their bodies match up perfectly. Taemin's fingers climb up into Jinki's hair to hold his lips against Taemin's own, giving out a little mewl of pleasure and passion every few moments. Jinki seems to find a thousand new quivering nerve ends just in his mouth alone. Taemin doesn't even try to resist, wouldn't even if he could. This is Jinki, the man Taemin's been in love with, longing for-- for way too long. He can have anything he asks of Taemin.
The way Taemin moves, so fluid and limber and seductive too...it does things to Jinki's head, as well as to his libido. Jinki cant get enough, even with their hips jammed together and Taemin's body practically draped over his arm so he can kiss him harder, deeper...all he wants is just. . . more of Taemin. His head drops and it's all he can do not to put a mark on Taemin's beautiful alabaster throat, right there where it would be plainly visible. Jinki grinds his teeth and nuzzles Taemin's clothing half off his shoulder and contents himself with sucking the skin there, hard. He can feel Taemin's hips jerking, little quick motions directly over the bulge in his jeans and sucks at the skin under his mouth even harder.
Allowed to pant for breath when Jinki's mouth leaves his own, Taemin shivers uncontrollably, responding to the warm breath against the sensitive cord of his neck. The light possessive press of white teeth against his shoulder should not be so sensual but it is, especially when followed by a hard suction. He doesn't need to see the livid mark Jinki is creating on his skin to feel it down to his toes, or to be sinfully aroused by the idea Jinki is marking him at all. His hips move, quick grinding actions, a purely instinctive need for more friction.
"God, Jinki," Taemin gasps, fingers tightening everywhere they can reach on Jinki's body.
"You like it?" Jinki asks, letting up to lick over the reddened mark already beginning to turn darker. "You like this?" Jinki feels a slam of passion, pleasure, need sweep over him. "I wanted to mark you somewhere more visible, but I remembered," he goes on, again licking the mark with slow and lingering motions of his lips and tongue.
"Yes, oh yes," Taemin knows his breathless little murmur doesn't come close to expressing just how much he likes it...but it will have to do. "I told you your possessive...mmmm...side...was hot," he gasps, trying to put more air behind the words.
Jinki shifts, pulling Taemin back up against him and slouching more into the cushions of their resting place. "Want you so much," he breathes, leaning his cheek against Taemin's and taking deep deep breaths in an effort to calm the fire that seems so easy for Taemin to call up in him.
"Jinki!" Taemin protests, in no way interested in stopping. "Don't stop," he says firmly, lifting darkened eyes to Jinki's.
The elder shakes his head with a sigh. "Time's passing, have to stop."
Jinki can hear voices down the hall and isn't surprised when Key comes knocking on the door and then opening it a crack. He half turns as if to shield Taemin from Key's curious and concerned glance. "We just got a call, we have to go soon...thought you might like not to be surprised when manager hyung shows up," Key says softly then his glance hardens. "And if you hurt Taemin I will break your face."
"Key!" Taemin protests, shaking out of Jinki's arms to go to the door and poke his tongue out at the other man and slamming the door closed again.
Jinki starts to laugh at the whole little scene and then Taemin smiles, before dissolving into giggles.
Title: Ready or Not Chapter 2
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4007
Genre: Romantic /Fluff/Slice of Life/
Rating: R
Summary: Jinki has to deal with more jealousy over Taemin than he expected/Taemin just wants to be with Jinki
A/N Because I didn't want to sound like an even bigger pervette than I actually am, I have aged Taemin up in this fic so that he's a legal adult in my country aka the USA. Which is 18. I don't mention a specific age so the reader can imagine he's aged up to whatever age seems appropriate to you.
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Awkwardness/kissing/people being people/giving of hickeys!
Continues immediately after Chapter 1
Jinki startles awake, blinking in the cool light of early morning. He's lying with Taemin wrapped up in his arms and the younger man is snuggled into him. Taemin is all long limbs and warm skin against him and for a few moments, Jinki closes his eyes and just savors this single instant. He knows that there isn't much time before they have to be up and moving and he can't help but cringe a little at what the other members of their group will say when they realize things have changed between himself and Taemin.
Taemin shifts a little, his cheek moving against Onew's shoulder and he lifts his head in a drift of dark honey colored hair falling around his face. He blinks, disoriented and a little weirded out by the fact that he's naked. In a moment though, he's smiling and cuddling closer to Jinki with a long sigh.
"Morning," he says softly, gently running his hand down Jinki's back.
"Hi," Jinki says, stricken by wondering what the heck he says now. There's a million things clogging up his brain and throat so for several seconds he doesn't say anything as a hot red flush suffuses his skin. "I love you," he whispers, as if the words are too frail to face the morning at full volume.
Easing up on an elbow, Taemin looks at Jinki. His hair is a mess and there are sheet crinkles on his cheek but he is still the most beautiful man in Taemin's eyes. "I love you too," he says simply and kisses Jinki's cheek. "But you get to tell the others," Taemin adds, sliding out of bed before Jinki can grab him.
Jinki sits up and sighs, "Oh, thank you so very much," he says, but that's just something for his mouth to do while his brain is concentrating on the sight of Taemin wiggling back into his sleep clothes that were tossed on the floor last night.
"You are so beautiful," Jinki says, in a totally different tone. He pushes his hair out of his eyes and stares harder at the younger man, the one he can now call...his boyfriend. The term sits a bit oddly when he thinks of Taemin but the idea that he has the right to claim Taemin in that fashion creates a spot of warmth in his chest.
"So're you," Taemin answers, smiling brilliantly, and with a little wave, the younger slides out of Jinki's room.
Jinki falls back on the bed for a moment just to contemplate the strange and lovely turn his life is taking.
....
Six hours later and Jinki can feel his temper starting to shorten. The problem is; it's no one's fault that they've had literally no time to even talk all day. They've run from one schedule to another, pausing only for clothing changes or makeup touch ups or to grab a sip of water or a bite to eat all day. Taemin gives him a worried look from the other side of the van on their way to ...Jinki can't remember.
Jinki shakes his head and fidgets in his seat. Minho is next to him and he shoots Jinki a curious glance. Usually the leader falls into almost a meditative state, even sleeping on these short trips here and there. But Jinki is noticeably tense.
"What's wrong, hyung?" Minho asks in a low voice. He is genuinely concerned, Jinki can see that on the younger man's face.
Nevertheless, his sense of time passing makes it difficult to simply answer Minho civilly. He peeks over to Taemin and Key where Key is fussing about something in a whisper, making Taemin half laugh and half groan with tolerant acceptance. Jinki has never felt like this before but he speaks to Minho calmly.
"I just have some things on my mind," he answers softly and tells himself he's not going to look where something Jjong said is making Taemin laugh.
You're jealous, Jinki thinks to himself and wants to roll his eyes at his own stupid reactions. He wasn't jealous yesterday when nearly these exact same things happened, why is he jealous now? But he knows why, really. Yesterday, he just wanted Taemin, loved Taemin from a safe distance. Today, he and Taemin are a ...a couple. That changes everything. And he wants to yank Taemin to him and never let him go. He's sung about these kinds of feelings before and tried to imagine them in order to put emotion into the songs but this....this is much worse and yet much better than he could have imagined.
Closing his eyes, Jinki clenches his fist against his leg and pretends not to hear Taemin laugh again and the whispers on the other side of Minho. If he pays attention, he'll do something jealous and drastic and then the cat will be out of the bag to more than just their little quintet. Jinki's not ready for that, might never be. It's not like two men being a couple is the most accepted thing in the world, and that's putting it mildly. He makes himself not fidget by counting backward from 100, in English. It works but only just. He's thanking the heavens when the van pulls up in front of their dorm. Jinki is delighted to discover that he has nothing more to do today until later that evening.
Uncharacteristically, he's the first out of the van and heads into the building without waiting for any of the others. If he even looks at Taemin right now Jinki doesn't think he'll be responsible for his actions. He walks straight into his bedroom and closes the door, leaning back against it. Jinki knows he has about ten seconds before someone comes knocking on the door to find out what's eating him but those ten seconds might be enough to keep him from completely losing it. He takes some deep breaths, but all he can see in his mind's eye is Taemin.
....
Taemin knows something is wrong with Jinki. He steals enough little peeks at his new boyfriend to know that all is not well in the little kingdom of Lee Jinki, but he has no opportunity to ask about it, or better yet do something about it. Taemin climbs out of the van frowning as he watches the leader all but run into the building in which they live and folds his arms, rubbing his hands up and down as if he feels a chill. It's cold out, that's true, but the chill is one of a sudden dash of fear. Maybe Jinki has changed his mind about everything, about him. Just the thought of that being true makes him feel faint and his chest aches as if a ball had hit him there hard enough to knock the wind out of him. He sighs as Key drapes an arm around him and shepherds him into the house, not saying a word. Taemin rubs his chest and lets the older man guide him inside, sitting him down and getting him a cup of tea.
"I should see about Jinki hyung," Taemin says into the fragrant steam, hunching his shoulders a bit and then tilting his head to peek down the hall where the door is firmly closed.
Key makes a face and rolls his eyes. "I think he needs a few minutes," he tells Taemin as if he knows more than he's saying.
Meanwhile Minho and Jjong are arguing about something outside and walk in laughing at nothing in particular. There's more mugs of tea on the counter and they grab their own with a quick mutter of thanks. Taemin just watches Jinki's door, fingertips wrapped around the warm mug in his hands. His heart is starting to beat harder and seems off rhythm, Taemin slinks down further in the chair only to straighten up like a jacknife when Jinki's door opens again. He studies the older man's face as he walks down the hall towards the little group around the table and takes note of the tightened jaw and the determined expression their leader wears and bites his lip.
"Jinki hyung," Taemin says nervously, his voice soft as his lungs feel deflated and without breath. That is...until Jinki's hand brushes through his hair softly in an undeniably affectionate and possessive gesture.
....
Jinki comes to a decision on a course of action in those brief moments alone. As reticent as he sometimes is, he needs to make how he feels clear to the others in the house and in such a way that no one can think he's making a joke of some kind. Suddenly he feels less unsettled rather than the reverse and he walks out of his bedroom and quickly down the hall. He can see the nervousness on Taemin's face and feels guilty, understanding almost immediately that his behavior must be scaring the younger man about his feelings. So he runs his fingers gently over Taemin's soft hair, pushing it back off his forehead. Watching Taemin's hesitant smile bloom, he smiles too and leans over to place a light kiss on Taemin's bitten lips.
"I knew it!" Key cries, reaching a girly squeak in excitement as he jumps from his seat. "I always know these things...."
Jinki slips his arm around Taemin's shoulders and turns to Key with a serious expression. "You know...what exactly?" he asks, almost painfully aware that while Taemin is smiling radiantly, Minho and Jjong are staring at the two of them as if they've both grown second heads.
"I knew you and Taemin were MEANT," Key replies as if this were so obvious it didn't need explaining. He turns and pokes Jjong and then Minho. "Wake up already, Jinki hyung and Taemin are in love. Its wonderful!"
Blinking a few times and wondering if he's dreaming, Jinki stares at Key, because that's better than staring at the other two fifths of their group.
"We are, yes," Taemin chimes in, leaning into Jinki's arm and looking determined.
"It's about time!" Jjong all but shouts, startling everyone. He leers at them which is pretty much par for the course with Jjong and then looks around. "Anything to eat in here?" He moves away, starting to search through the cupboards as if the subject is closed as far as he is concerned.
"Well?" Key demands, giving Minho another bigger poke than before since he's still standing and looking shocked. Jinki is suddenly very glad he's not the focus of Key's very famous laser stare and has to respect Minho's ability to stand up to it with a certain amount of stoicism.
"Well, nothing," Minho says with a small smile. "If they are happy, I'm happy." He shrugs and picks ups his mug, and that, suddenly, is the end of that.
....
Taemin stands up at that point and takes firm hold of Jinki's hand. "We need to talk so ...we'll see you all later..." He can feel himself flushing practically down to his feet but that doesn't matter. Taemin can tell that Jinki is practically vibrating with discomfort and perhaps, he thinks, stealing another look at Jinki's handsome face, something more. Maybe the leader wants to be alone with him as much as Taemin wants to be alone with Jinki. He ignores the romantic squealing (Key), the leering (Jjong) and quiet well wishes (Minho) as he tugs Jinki after him down the hall to the older man's room. The sooner the door is closed on the other three the better, as far as Taemin is concerned.
Once inside the cool quiet of Jinki's room though, Taemin feels fidgety and as if he doesn't know what to do next. He does a little dance step across the hardwood floor and ends up next to the dresser and starts to fiddle with the items on its top. There are coins there, spilled out of Jinki's pockets, probably. Taemin starts arranging them in order of size and denomination, concentrating hard on that because Jinki is being so quiet. The door closed a few minutes ago and there's still nothing.
"Tae," Jinki says and he's closer than Taemin realized, his head coming up in a swish of his hair to find Jinki on the other end of the dresser, watching him. There's a look in Jinki's eyes that Taemin finds difficult to translate. He smiles a little and reaches out along the width of the little dresser.
Jinki's hand immediately finds Taemin's and the elder pulls him until they are standing very close to each other but not touching anywhere but where Taemin's hand lies in Jinki's.
....
Jinki studies the way Taemin's playing with the coins, the slender fingers sliding them about while his lips are pursed and there's a tiny crease of his forehead above his brows. Jinki isn't sure what to do or what to say or how to start this conversation. He almost wishes he could just pass notes as if they both were fifth graders but his inner adult vetoes that plan before he can go find paper and pencils. So he speaks, just the one syllable because it's all he can get out of his dry throat.
"Tae," Jinki says quietly and then Taemin's reaching out for him and he's pulling the younger towards him. He closes his eyes a moment as they stand there, a breath all that lies between them and he squeezes his boyfriend's hand.
"What are you thinking?" Jinki asks, pulling Taemin with him towards the big wickerwork thing that claims it's a chair but really is more like a nest. He curls up in the cushions and then tugs Taemin to settle in against him and purring low in his throat with appreciation when Taemin's warm weight settles against him in a whisper of garments and a bit of heady fragrance. Jinki sets his chin on Taemin's shoulder and wraps his arms around the slender strong body of his boyfriend, holding on tight.
Taemin's shoulders shift, almost a shrug. "Just...wondering what you're thinking, if you're okay if...if we're okay." He cuddles deeper into Jinki's hold as he talks, feeling as if something within him needs the contact as a necessity of life.
Turning his head, Jinki nuzzles into the curve of Taemin's neck. "Of course we are, if you're okay that is. I know today was...well... weird but just because I'm behaving myself in public, don't assume that means anything has changed." He sighs, and shakes his head a bit, getting hair out of his eyes.
"We have to keep things not too close, in public. And ...we hadn't had a chance to talk to the other guys so ...," Jinki shrugs hoping Taemin's getting his meaning.
Taemin laughs a little and shakes his head, turning in the curve of Jinki's arms so he can look at the older man. "You call that behaving yourself? Hyung, you had laser beams for eyes, several times." He smiles and runs a hand up Jinki's chest softly. "Were you jealous or something?"
"I was...yes." Jinki admits it, now that Taemin's called him on it. "I can't promise that won't happen more, at least a dozen times today I wanted to just hug you and kiss you and...other things." He laughs a little nervously, dropping a kiss on Taemin's cheek and holding him closer. Every time he closes his eyes for very long Jinki can't help but remember the way Taemin kissed him, came apart for him last night and that does nothing for his composure.
Taemin doesn't know whether to frown because he made Jinki feel jealous or laugh with happiness that he made Jinki feel jealous. It's confusing but he smiles at Jinki, shifting around in the strong hold around him to take Jinki's face in his palms. As Taemin does so, he has a strong image of doing the exact same thing last night.
"You don't have to be jealous. I only want you. I only love you," Taemin says carefully, enunciating the words with emphasis as if to make sure Jinki understands them beyond a doubt.
Jinki sighs, Taemin's hands are warm on his skin and his whole face seems luminous with beauty as they gaze at each other. He reaches up and takes Taemin's hands in his own, threading their fingers together. "I'm not jealous because I don't trust you or because I don't believe you, aegi," Jinki promises quietly. He kisses the corner of Taemin's mouth as if to seal the words.
"I'm jealous because it's my nature I suppose. I want to carry you off and keep you all to myself. It's pretty violent, how I feel," Jinki explains, dropping his eyes to where their hands are joined as a flush colors his face. "If I could, I'd drape you in little messages...mine, mine, mine," he says keeping his eyes on their hands.
Taemin feels a shiver run through his body as Jinki tries to explain his feelings. It makes his heart almost try to flip over in his chest and his body heat up so that his clothes feel much too tight. He shifts a little in Jinki's lap and savors the way one of Jinki's wide palms suddenly curves around his back as if to keep him closer. It's a delicious feeling and Taemin sighs, clearing his throat.
"Don't you know how hot that is? That you feel that way I mean. It's even sexier that you kinda tried to hold it back but really couldn't," Taemin says, lifting their still joined hands to nudge Jinki into looking at him. "I mean it...it's hot, really really hot."
Jinki doesn't even think about it, just slides his hand underneath Taemin's jacket and shirt and 8 million other layers to get to the warm skin underheath it all, flattening his palm there just to feel the workings of Taemin's muscle and flesh. Jinki's gaze refocuses on Taemin's mouth as he speaks and he finds himself scraping his own bottom lip with his teeth, yearning starting to spike in him.
"You think so?" he asks huskily. "I can try not to get too irrational about it...but I can't stop feeling that way." Jinki can't help but warn Taemin, but at least part of his attention has turned to nothing more than Taemin's delectable weight against his lap and the curve of the younger man's equally enticing lips. "I haven't kissed you all day, aegi," Jinki adds.
"Not since this morning," Taemin agrees, swallowing. "Is it bad if I say I kind of like you...a little irrational?" he asks, and his eyes fasten on Jinki's mouth. Taemin clears his throat again, feeling the heat rise fast between them.
"I'm more than a little irrational about you," Jinki replies but he doesn't wait for Taemin to respond. It seems a small and torturous eternity since he and Taemin were alone together, Jinki's not about to waste the little space of time they have. He leans the short distance it takes for their lips to come into contact and feels the little quick heady shock as they kiss as sweetly as little children for a moment. Their lips simply brush together but of course, that isn't nearly enough to satiate the passion always under the surface.
Taemin finds one of his hands on Jinki's shoulder, pushed under his clothes to feel the warm muscle and skin beneath it. He's clinging hard even though they've barely started kissing. Jinki has a way of turning his brains to mush with a light brush of his mouth. The other hand tangles in the folds of the leather jacket Jinki is still wearing, crumpling the soft hide as he pushes forward and parts his lips, inviting Jinki's tongue into his mouth. He doesn't, can't say how much he rather enjoys Jinki being irrational about him; it's such a contrast to how the older one usually behaves.
Jinki shivers when Taemin pushes closer, offering his lips to him that way. It strikes him as a deeply erotic moment and he slips his tongue between Taemin's lips with care, groaning in his throat when Taemin's tongue meets him, tangling them together in a slow stroking dance. Jinki's hand comes up to cradle Taemin's head, the other still under Taemin's clothing behind his back, pulling him deeper into Jinki's lap. Hunger surges quickly and before Jinki quite knows how it happens, he's kissing Taemin harder, long deep fierce kisses with barely a second to breathe.
Eagerly giving himself up to Jinki's demanding kisses, Taemin arches tightly against the older man's body, long legs curled to either side of Jinki's hips so that their bodies match up perfectly. Taemin's fingers climb up into Jinki's hair to hold his lips against Taemin's own, giving out a little mewl of pleasure and passion every few moments. Jinki seems to find a thousand new quivering nerve ends just in his mouth alone. Taemin doesn't even try to resist, wouldn't even if he could. This is Jinki, the man Taemin's been in love with, longing for-- for way too long. He can have anything he asks of Taemin.
The way Taemin moves, so fluid and limber and seductive too...it does things to Jinki's head, as well as to his libido. Jinki cant get enough, even with their hips jammed together and Taemin's body practically draped over his arm so he can kiss him harder, deeper...all he wants is just. . . more of Taemin. His head drops and it's all he can do not to put a mark on Taemin's beautiful alabaster throat, right there where it would be plainly visible. Jinki grinds his teeth and nuzzles Taemin's clothing half off his shoulder and contents himself with sucking the skin there, hard. He can feel Taemin's hips jerking, little quick motions directly over the bulge in his jeans and sucks at the skin under his mouth even harder.
Allowed to pant for breath when Jinki's mouth leaves his own, Taemin shivers uncontrollably, responding to the warm breath against the sensitive cord of his neck. The light possessive press of white teeth against his shoulder should not be so sensual but it is, especially when followed by a hard suction. He doesn't need to see the livid mark Jinki is creating on his skin to feel it down to his toes, or to be sinfully aroused by the idea Jinki is marking him at all. His hips move, quick grinding actions, a purely instinctive need for more friction.
"God, Jinki," Taemin gasps, fingers tightening everywhere they can reach on Jinki's body.
"You like it?" Jinki asks, letting up to lick over the reddened mark already beginning to turn darker. "You like this?" Jinki feels a slam of passion, pleasure, need sweep over him. "I wanted to mark you somewhere more visible, but I remembered," he goes on, again licking the mark with slow and lingering motions of his lips and tongue.
"Yes, oh yes," Taemin knows his breathless little murmur doesn't come close to expressing just how much he likes it...but it will have to do. "I told you your possessive...mmmm...side...was hot," he gasps, trying to put more air behind the words.
Jinki shifts, pulling Taemin back up against him and slouching more into the cushions of their resting place. "Want you so much," he breathes, leaning his cheek against Taemin's and taking deep deep breaths in an effort to calm the fire that seems so easy for Taemin to call up in him.
"Jinki!" Taemin protests, in no way interested in stopping. "Don't stop," he says firmly, lifting darkened eyes to Jinki's.
The elder shakes his head with a sigh. "Time's passing, have to stop."
Jinki can hear voices down the hall and isn't surprised when Key comes knocking on the door and then opening it a crack. He half turns as if to shield Taemin from Key's curious and concerned glance. "We just got a call, we have to go soon...thought you might like not to be surprised when manager hyung shows up," Key says softly then his glance hardens. "And if you hurt Taemin I will break your face."
"Key!" Taemin protests, shaking out of Jinki's arms to go to the door and poke his tongue out at the other man and slamming the door closed again.
Jinki starts to laugh at the whole little scene and then Taemin smiles, before dissolving into giggles.