TAKE CARE OF MY BOYFRIEND [2/2]
TITLE: Take care of my boyfriend [2/2]
PAIRING/MEMBERS: Minho/Key, hint of Onew/Taemin, hint of Jonghyun/Hara, Gyuri
GENRE: crack, smut
RATING: NC-17
OTHER CHAPTERS: ['# Chapter 1]
SUMMARY: Because Kibum was afraid of what fans and netizens would say, if they found out about his and Minho's relationship, he decided to break up with him. He still loves the younger boy, but how can he tell him about his feelings, when there is a girl that likes Minho as well?
Say you will wait for me.'>
"Hyung. Kibum-hyung is asking if you'll eat with us", Taemin proclaimed, when he popped his head into their shared bedroom. "You're going out?", he asked, looking at the older boy. Minho was standing in front of his wardrobe looking for something he could wear. He took out a pair of skinny blue jeans and a simple Sweater. "Yes", closing the wardrobe, his gaze met the group's maknae, "tell Hyung that I'm eating with a friend, so he don't need to cook for me." "Well, ok", Taemin shrugged and left the room.
Minho didn't even get the chance to get dressed, when he could hear the sound of the doorbell. So that girl wasn't only straight forward, she was over-punctual too. A tiny sigh escaped his throat. What was about girls being unpunctual and stuff? Somehow he wished, it would be true and not only a rumor. He wouldn't mind her coming a few minutes later. "Minho, it's for you", he could hear Kibum's harsh voice. The older boy didn't sound all to happy and Minho slightly nourished hope, that Kibum felt at least a little jealousy. He wanted to win him back, he just didn't know yet, how he could succeed.
A few moments later he left his room fully dressed. He found Hara in the living room - sitting on the sofa, next to Jonghyun. She was holding a water filled glass in her hands, listening to whatever Jonghyun had to tell her and tilting her head slightly when she was laughing about something the older male said. "Minho-yah, there you are", she stated as soon, as she noticed him, rising from her spot. A warm smile was gracing her lips, as she put her glass on the table and crossed the room to stand next to the tall boy. "So, lets go?", she asked cheerful, waving at Jonghyun and grabbing Minho's hand to drag him to the apartment door. He got a brief look on Kibum, who grimaced and went back into the kitchen. He really wanted to ask him about. He really wanted to talk to him, but there was no chance right now, as Hara seemed to be in a hurry right now.
"Woah! You really should stop killing those poor vegetables", Jonghyun murmured as soon as he entered the kitchen. Kibum was choping the ingredients vigorously, having an expression on his face that (nearly) scared the shit out of his older band mate. "You know, they aren't at fault?"
A angry huff came from the rapper, before he threw the knife into the sink. He turned around to face his best friend, folding his arms in front of his chest. "So you're telling ME, that myself is to blame?", he shrieked. Jonghyun nodded thoughtfully. "Why didn't you talk to him yet?" "How can I? Didn't you see the two of them? They're a better match, than Minho and I could ever be", Kibum whined, leaning against the kitchen counter. The older male shook his head. "Hara is too much of a nice, delicate person for him. Minho would be bored in no time. He needs someone like you. Someone that can complain all day long about nothing. He needs someone who can challenge him. Hara is also too clingy. And nobody can fuss over him like you, he likes that" Kibum clicked his tongue, "You know, that was absolutely unreasonable."
Without another glance at Jonghyun, he turned around to turn on the stove. And the older boy didn't want to think about, who his best friend was about to cook in his imagination.
It was around six o'clock in the evening when Minho arrived at the dorms. He had the girl brought home, before he went back to his own dorms. It was quiet when he now stepped into the apartment. It wasn't strange that nobody was at home. But as far as he knew, Kibum hadn't anything to do today and so he assumed the boy sitting in his bedroom. He hoped so, because he had to talk to him, now. He found a short note on the commode behind the door, written by Jinki. It said that the other boys would catch their dinner outside, so Kibum and Minho should order something. He let the note where it was and kicked off his shoes.
The boy could feel how nervousness began to grow in his stomach and he rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants, before he neared Kibum's room. "Hyung, are you there?", he asked into the silence. Getting no answer, didn't surprise him. After all the older boy seemed not too interested into a conversation with him.
Minho slightly knocked the door and grabbed at the doorknob. "Hyung, I'm coming in." The boy nearly laughed when he opened the door, just to find an empty room. He turned around, nearing the bathroom. He opened the door without hesitation, but Kibum wasn't there either. When he couldn't find the other rapper in the kitchen or the living room, he slumped on the sofa and closed his eyes. His only chance to talk to Kibum without the others around and then the boy wasn't even here. But where was he anyway? Did he accompany Jonghyun to some filming studio?
"And that's why I can't tell him", Kibum explained, his voice thick with a drink. Kibum was sitting at a bar, drinking his second beer, after one Long Island Ice Tea, and telling the poor bartender his whole life story. Well, half of it. The barman was a friend of Joon and so he knew Jonghyun and Kibum, that's why the minor got the chance to drink alcohol without an ID. The only problem was that he didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol. And so he was already drunk when he now began to nip on his third beer. He didn't notice the bartender's worried glance when he tried to stand up and stumbled over his own feet. He managed it somehow to stand straight (more or less) and to find his way to the restrooms. Kibum didn't even bother to take his wallet and cell phone with him. Both utensils remained on the counter.
The zipper of his pants was still half opened when he returned to his seat, but he couldn't care less. He already had had struggles to get the zip open, but to zip it up has almost been impossible and so he gave up halfway. He wore a nearly knee-length printed tee nonetheless, it really shouldn't be a problem. "Well, what did I say last?", he asked, looking at the barman with glazed eyes. But he didn't got to continue when his head met the wooden bar with a silent thud.
It was short after nine pm when Minho got a call from a bar near their dorms. After he saw Kibum's number on the cell phone's display he assumed that his hyung needed his help, but when he answered the call, it wasn't Kibum's voice that talked to him. It was a bartender who actually asked him to come and pick up his friend. Within two minutes Minho left the apartment, running down the blocks to the bar. It was pure luck, that Minho's number had been the last number that Kibum had called before. Otherwise the barman would have possibly called their manager. Oh, he didn't even want to think about what would have happened if their manager got the phone call in his' stead. Kibum would be in big trouble by now. After all their management didn't approve of underaged drinking.
It took him ten minutes to arrive at the bar. It was a small bar at the corner of a backstreet. He knew that place. He had been here with his two hyungs and Joon before. Being totally out of breath he leaned against building's grey wall. For a few moments he struggled to catch his breath - after all he has been running all the way.
As soon as he could breath again, he entered the bar. Skimming the taproom with his eyes, he spotted Kibum at the counter. His head was resting on his arm, his eyes were closed. Minho met the bartender's gaze and he nodded slightly, mouthing a inaudible "thank you". "Hyung", he spoke to Kibum. When he got no response he poked Kibum's shoulder carefully, before he began to shook him not too gentle. Kibum began to stir and opened his eyes slowly. "Minho-yah?", he asked, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. "Yes, it's me, let's go home, ok?" Kibum nodded and tried to stand up - without much success. Minho sighed and grabbed for Kibum's wallet and the cell phone. Before he helped his hyung to stand, he gave some money to the bartender - he didn't make sure how much money he gave to the man. "Ok, let's go", he murmured and helped Kibum to stand up. Because of the size difference he couldn't lay Kibum's arm around his shoulders - it would have been too uncomfortable for the older one - and so he was lying his own arm around Kibum's thin waist.
He didn't expected the way home to be an easy way. It wasn't easy to drag the older rapper along who stumbled constantly over his own two feet. "What about your fear now?", Minho grunted, "what would be if someone saw us now? Did you even considered the consequences of you getting drunk?" He looked around, trying to see if anybody was near them, anybody that could be a fan or someone they knew. Kibum stopped in his tracks looking at the younger one. "I was down... Don't be like that", he mumbled, pouting slightly. Minho wanted to respond, when the shorter boy craned, to kiss his lips. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was somehow fierce and... short. Before Minho got the chance to do anything Kibum broke the kiss and started walking - or stumbling more probably - again. But when he stopped again, Minho couldn't help than to have a presentiment. "Hyung, are you ok?", he asked, looking at him. The boy seemed rather palish - well, he was always pale, should we say as pale as death instead? - and the younger rapper began to feel helpless. It was when Kibum freed himself from his grab, that Minho knew, why it has been a good idea not to get a cab - aside from the latency. He could hear him gag and he shook his head sighing deeply.
They managed it somehow to reach the dorms unseen and before the other boys came home. After Kibum had thrown up 2 more times - with Minho standing beside him and rubbing his back gently - Minho succeeded in bringing him to bed. He tucked the slightly older male in and watched him for a few seconds. "Why would you even do that to yourself hyung?", he chided softly. "You should know best that you can't drink alcohol." Smiling gently he stroke Kibum's fringes aside and stood up to leave the room.
The next day Kibum found himself in some kind of cleavage. He suffered from headaches like never before in his life, but wished at the same time he would have drunk some more. Enough to cause a blackout. Why? Because he remembered all too well what happened between Minho and him the last night. He had kissed the younger boy without thinking and he had thrown up... in the middle of the sidewalk.
And that was the reason why he was avoiding the other boy today more than he did the other days already. "Key, it's your turn!", he could hear his manager call for him. Today had a photo shooting today. The location was a big house with a large backyard and a small indoor pool. Kibum finished his chit-chat with his stylist noona and was now going down the corridor that led to the oval shaped pool. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a faint crump under his right foot. He took a step back and examined the floor. What he found was a small ring. He crouched down to pick it up. After he eyed it for a mere seconds he recognized it as Minho's ring. He himself owned a ring that looked exactly the same. Minho had bought the simple couple rings some months ago. Without a second thought Kibum pocketed the trinket.
"Hara-yah, Gyuri-sshi, what are you doing here?", Minho asked in surprise. He was sitting on a sofa, reading a magazine, when the two girls entered the location. Both of them were wearing casual clothes. He put his magazine aside and waited for an answer. "Hi Minho-yah, Jonghyun-oppa told us that you would be here. And since we're free we thought we could come over", Hara explained purely excited. "We brought you guys some food", Gyuri piped up, holding up a basket. "What's that?", Jonghyun's voice came from nowhere, "shouldn't we buy delicious food for you?" A grin graced his lips when he stopped next to Gyuri peering at the basket. "It's home made, we only bought the ingredients", Hara told and took the basket from the older girl to place it on the table in front of the sofa.
A few minutes later whole SHINee - except for Key - and the two girls were sitting around the table. Hara sat next to Minho on the sofa while Jonghyun and Gyuri sat opposite to her on the carpet. Onew and Taemin sat side by side on the carpet next to Jonghyun and chatted without taking notice in the conversations of Minho and Hara. Gyuri and Jonghyun were busy feeding each other. So it was Hara who noticed Key first. The boy's clothes were dripping wet and he tried to dry his hair with a large white towel. "Key-ah, come and eat with us", she chirped waving at him and pointing next to her. "I'm not hungry", he hissed and disappeared into the hallway. Minho wanted to follow him, but restrained himself from doing so after a second thought.
"Where is Minho?", Kibum asked frowning. He was standing in front of the TV looking at Onew and Taemin - who were cuddling on the sofa. His curious gaze became furtive when the maknae and leader exchanged meaningful views. "Well? I'm waiting", he stated while folding his arms against his chest. Taemin looked at Onew who shook his head slightly, then at the group's diva. "He said he lost something at the location... He took the key fro..." Taemin didn't need to finish his sentence. Kibum already left the living room.
Kibum slammed the cab's door shut. He went at full pace to the front door. It didn't surprise him when he could open the door without having a key. So Minho was still here, right? The lights inside the house were off though it was already getting dark outside. He closed the door behind him and needed a few seconds til his eyes became used to the darkness around him. He didn't want to turn on the lights. He didn't want to take the risk that someone could see the light through the windows. That house was vacant after all. "Minho?", he called into the silence and began to search for him in the rooms, that they used earlier that day. "Minho, are you here?", he tried again. Rubbing his arms he went down the stairs to the swimming pool. Being alone in such a big house was somehow scary.
The first thing he saw when he entered the pool area were Minho's clothes, that lay beside the door. When he looked around the room, he couldn't see Minho at first. But when his eyes met the pool, he could see how the younger boy's head came out the water. The lights inside the pool were on and gave the room a sallow green gleam. If Minho searched for their ring it should mean, that he still cared for him, right? "Minho!", he called before the boy could dive again. Startled, Minho turned around to face him. It was obvious how surprised he was.
"Are you nuts? Stealing the keys from manager-hyung-nim and going to an empty house all by yourself?", Kibum chided. He crouched down near the edge of the pool and waited that Minho swam to him.
The older's eyes widened when he noticed that the latter was nude. He didn't even wear shorts. Minho reached the edge and looked up to him. "I lost something important and I didn't want to wait til tomorrow", he explained looking bewildered. "Why didn't you tell me?", with a frown Kibum reached into his pocket and took out the ring he had found earlier that day. "You didn't search for your ring right?", he asked, playing with the small trinket in his hands. "How...?" "I found it." Kibum reached for Minhos left hand and put the ring on his palm. "Just don't lose it again", he said, "let's go before manager-hyung will notice that we're mis..." Kibum couldn't finish his sentence because Minho's warm lips prevented him of speaking any further. He didn't even decide yet if he should respond or not, when he could feel Minho's hands on his arms. The next moment he plunged (involuntary) into water.
"YAH! Choi Minho! Are you crazy? Are yo..." Minho already expected Kibum to get angry as soon as he surfaced again. With a fierce grip on the latter's shoulders, he turned himself and Kibum around. The older was now pinned against the pool's wall looking at him in awe. Holding on to the pool's edge he pressed himself against the shorter boy. The water wasn't cold, maybe his luck. A wet diva was just angry, but a wet and freezing diva would kill him for sure. Before Kibum could say anything, Minho captured his lips in a brief kiss. "How dare of you, sending Hara to comfort me", he breathed against Key's ear, "as if a girl would be enough to replace you." "But..." "Don't but me, this time I won't allow you to leave me." "But..." "But? I said but isn't allowed here", he mumbled before he pressed his lips against Kibum's mouth. He didn't even try to be gentle. Sometimes you have to be firce to get what you want, right?
Minho let go of the pool's edge with one hand which he used to push under Kibum's shirt. He was earning a soft sigh when he let his fingertips trail down the other rapper's side. He couldn't help but smirk slyly when Kibum began to respond to his kiss. Pushing one leg between the latter's thighs and rubbing his crotch against whose hip, he got him mewling softly, what gave him the chance to slip his tongue into Kibum's mouth.
Minho was close, much too close. Kibum could feel the latter's heartbeat against his own chest, could feel how Minho's velvet tongue explored his mouth, could taste something that tasted like a mix of chlorine and the younger's usual taste that Kibum didn't know how to decipher. He let his own tongue meet with the invading one, urging for a fierce battle. He knew he wouldn't win, he never did, but that didn't make any difference. He was already panting for breath when Minho broke the kiss. His lips were now ghosting over his jaw, down to his neck. The younger left wet marks sporadically, til his lips reached Kibum's right earlobe. He was nibbling gently at the soft flesh and breathing into the older's ear occasionally. Kibum had already forgotten his anger that he has been feeling a few moments ago.
"Minho?", he whispered, pushing the other male away slightly, "help me strip down my clothes, will ya?" He could see the younger's smirk. Taking of his shoes and socks was a hard task. Freeing him from his tight pants wasn't too easy either, but his shorts and t-shirt were almost too fast gone. They threw the garments regardless over the pool's edge. With a smile Kibum let his hands trace over Minho's toned body. Pushing himself against the taller boy he brought their erections together. He bit his lower lip when he heard a hiss from the younger. His hands were now trailing down the taller boy's back, pushing every bone ever so gentle. He could feel Minho's lips once more on his neck, could feel how he sucked softly on his colarbone, before he was once again forced into a battle with the other's tongue. He could feel how Minho was tracing his tongue with his teeth before he could feel him sucking on his lower lip.
Kibum let him do whatever he wanted without being really active himself. But Minho didn't mind, he wouldn't complain. Having the older this close again was already enough. A soft moan escaped him when he was feeling Kibum's fingertips ghosting over his inner thighs. Kibum's hot mouth at his neck was the next thing he felt. It was nearly impossible to focus on both contacts. But when he felt one of the older's hands between his buttocks - the other hand still remained on his thigh - his attention was drawn to the strange feeling on his lower back. He met Kibum's gaze, a angelic smile graced the latter's lips. He shook his head, smirking. "Don't try to be funny." Kibum raised an eyebrow, bringing one of his digits to Minho's (virginal) hole. But the younger didn't gave him the chance to even try to push his finger in. He turned Key around vigorously, so that the latter was now with his chest pressed against the wall.
"I thought our roles were distributed clearly", he breathed against Kibum's ear. "But I thought we start anew? Shouln't w..." He didn't finish his sentence when Minho pushed his first finger in. Having no lube the water had to be enough to lessen the pain. Kibum exhaled slowly clenching his muscles around Minho's digit unconsciously. Minho cupped the older's chin and turned his face so that he could kiss him. He tried his best to distract his lover before he inserted his second finger, scissoring and stretching the tight muscles some more. When he could hear Kibum moaning against his lips he decided that two fingers should be enough preparation.
He groaned when he could feel how Minho's digits slipped out him. He waited for Minho to push them back in, but instead he could feel something bigger pressing against his entrance. "You won't", he hissed but Minho locked their lips together for once more and began to touch his member gently. The younger's touch was sending shivers down his spine and a hoarse moan escaped his throat when Minho finally pushed in. He bit on the younger's bottom lip trying to blink away the tears that gathered in the brinks of his eyes.
The younger rapper gave him a few moments to adjust to the feeling and the piercing pain, before he began to thrust into him slowly. He continued stroking Kibum's member and the pain slowly died down, allowing Kibum to feel the same pleasure Minho was feeling. "Minho? I want to see your face", he stated, looking back over his shoulder.
He frowned but slipped out of Kibum's tight hole nonetheless. "That's how it should be then", he smirked, bringing his hands to the shorter boy's hips. He didn't wait for a response before he lifted Kibum up. The light boy understood and crawled over the pool's edge. Sitting on the cold floor he seemed to wait for him to leave the pool as well. He heaved himself out the water and came over Kibum without hesitation. Giving him a tender kiss he laid him down. He could feel how Kibum shivered as soon as his back touched the floor. He caressed the older's cheeks, before he straddled the latter's legs. Kibum arched his back and he pushed back in - in one go and without any hesitation. Kibum dig his nails into his shoulders charming a moan out him.
It didn't took long and he picked up speed, beginning to stroke the older's member at the same pace. Kibum clung both his legs around Minho's waist and gave him so the possibility to thrust in deeper than before. With each thrust he had Kibum panting under him and he could feel that the older was close, when the tight head around his cock seemed to become a little more tight. The muscles began to clench around his own length and a deep moan escaped his throat when Kibum bucked up his hips, calling out his lover's name. Minho reached his climax just a few seconds after him. His mind went blank when his belly convulsed.
He was still gasping for breath when he could feel Minho's climax. The younger boy sank down on him. Their breaths were uneven but their hearts seemed to beat in the same rhythm. He embraced the taller boy, hugging him tightly. "Are you cold?", he could hear Minho's tired voice. "Not anymore", he mumbled, stroking the rapper's back. He didn't think that those words needed to be explained.
"Excuse me. Is this seat taken?", a familiar voice asked. Hara looked up from her cappuccino. She met Jonghyun's gaze and a wry smile graced her lips. "It's all your's", she said while shrugging. The boy smiled brightly, sitting down next to her. "So they're back together, huh?", she enquired. She assumed that she didn't need to say who "they" were. "Yep. You and Minho?" "Friends I guess." She sighed heavily, stroking her fringes aside. "And what's about you and Gyuri?" Jonghyun shrugged, "Friends I guess." She gave him a slight smile. "Wanna see a movie with me?" The vocalist frowned at first, but then he nodded thoughtful. "Sure, why not?"
PAIRING/MEMBERS: Minho/Key, hint of Onew/Taemin, hint of Jonghyun/Hara, Gyuri
GENRE: crack, smut
RATING: NC-17
OTHER CHAPTERS: ['# Chapter 1]
SUMMARY: Because Kibum was afraid of what fans and netizens would say, if they found out about his and Minho's relationship, he decided to break up with him. He still loves the younger boy, but how can he tell him about his feelings, when there is a girl that likes Minho as well?
Say you will wait for me.'>
"Hyung. Kibum-hyung is asking if you'll eat with us", Taemin proclaimed, when he popped his head into their shared bedroom. "You're going out?", he asked, looking at the older boy. Minho was standing in front of his wardrobe looking for something he could wear. He took out a pair of skinny blue jeans and a simple Sweater. "Yes", closing the wardrobe, his gaze met the group's maknae, "tell Hyung that I'm eating with a friend, so he don't need to cook for me." "Well, ok", Taemin shrugged and left the room.
Minho didn't even get the chance to get dressed, when he could hear the sound of the doorbell. So that girl wasn't only straight forward, she was over-punctual too. A tiny sigh escaped his throat. What was about girls being unpunctual and stuff? Somehow he wished, it would be true and not only a rumor. He wouldn't mind her coming a few minutes later. "Minho, it's for you", he could hear Kibum's harsh voice. The older boy didn't sound all to happy and Minho slightly nourished hope, that Kibum felt at least a little jealousy. He wanted to win him back, he just didn't know yet, how he could succeed.
A few moments later he left his room fully dressed. He found Hara in the living room - sitting on the sofa, next to Jonghyun. She was holding a water filled glass in her hands, listening to whatever Jonghyun had to tell her and tilting her head slightly when she was laughing about something the older male said. "Minho-yah, there you are", she stated as soon, as she noticed him, rising from her spot. A warm smile was gracing her lips, as she put her glass on the table and crossed the room to stand next to the tall boy. "So, lets go?", she asked cheerful, waving at Jonghyun and grabbing Minho's hand to drag him to the apartment door. He got a brief look on Kibum, who grimaced and went back into the kitchen. He really wanted to ask him about. He really wanted to talk to him, but there was no chance right now, as Hara seemed to be in a hurry right now.
"Woah! You really should stop killing those poor vegetables", Jonghyun murmured as soon as he entered the kitchen. Kibum was choping the ingredients vigorously, having an expression on his face that (nearly) scared the shit out of his older band mate. "You know, they aren't at fault?"
A angry huff came from the rapper, before he threw the knife into the sink. He turned around to face his best friend, folding his arms in front of his chest. "So you're telling ME, that myself is to blame?", he shrieked. Jonghyun nodded thoughtfully. "Why didn't you talk to him yet?" "How can I? Didn't you see the two of them? They're a better match, than Minho and I could ever be", Kibum whined, leaning against the kitchen counter. The older male shook his head. "Hara is too much of a nice, delicate person for him. Minho would be bored in no time. He needs someone like you. Someone that can complain all day long about nothing. He needs someone who can challenge him. Hara is also too clingy. And nobody can fuss over him like you, he likes that" Kibum clicked his tongue, "You know, that was absolutely unreasonable."
Without another glance at Jonghyun, he turned around to turn on the stove. And the older boy didn't want to think about, who his best friend was about to cook in his imagination.
It was around six o'clock in the evening when Minho arrived at the dorms. He had the girl brought home, before he went back to his own dorms. It was quiet when he now stepped into the apartment. It wasn't strange that nobody was at home. But as far as he knew, Kibum hadn't anything to do today and so he assumed the boy sitting in his bedroom. He hoped so, because he had to talk to him, now. He found a short note on the commode behind the door, written by Jinki. It said that the other boys would catch their dinner outside, so Kibum and Minho should order something. He let the note where it was and kicked off his shoes.
The boy could feel how nervousness began to grow in his stomach and he rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants, before he neared Kibum's room. "Hyung, are you there?", he asked into the silence. Getting no answer, didn't surprise him. After all the older boy seemed not too interested into a conversation with him.
Minho slightly knocked the door and grabbed at the doorknob. "Hyung, I'm coming in." The boy nearly laughed when he opened the door, just to find an empty room. He turned around, nearing the bathroom. He opened the door without hesitation, but Kibum wasn't there either. When he couldn't find the other rapper in the kitchen or the living room, he slumped on the sofa and closed his eyes. His only chance to talk to Kibum without the others around and then the boy wasn't even here. But where was he anyway? Did he accompany Jonghyun to some filming studio?
"And that's why I can't tell him", Kibum explained, his voice thick with a drink. Kibum was sitting at a bar, drinking his second beer, after one Long Island Ice Tea, and telling the poor bartender his whole life story. Well, half of it. The barman was a friend of Joon and so he knew Jonghyun and Kibum, that's why the minor got the chance to drink alcohol without an ID. The only problem was that he didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol. And so he was already drunk when he now began to nip on his third beer. He didn't notice the bartender's worried glance when he tried to stand up and stumbled over his own feet. He managed it somehow to stand straight (more or less) and to find his way to the restrooms. Kibum didn't even bother to take his wallet and cell phone with him. Both utensils remained on the counter.
The zipper of his pants was still half opened when he returned to his seat, but he couldn't care less. He already had had struggles to get the zip open, but to zip it up has almost been impossible and so he gave up halfway. He wore a nearly knee-length printed tee nonetheless, it really shouldn't be a problem. "Well, what did I say last?", he asked, looking at the barman with glazed eyes. But he didn't got to continue when his head met the wooden bar with a silent thud.
It was short after nine pm when Minho got a call from a bar near their dorms. After he saw Kibum's number on the cell phone's display he assumed that his hyung needed his help, but when he answered the call, it wasn't Kibum's voice that talked to him. It was a bartender who actually asked him to come and pick up his friend. Within two minutes Minho left the apartment, running down the blocks to the bar. It was pure luck, that Minho's number had been the last number that Kibum had called before. Otherwise the barman would have possibly called their manager. Oh, he didn't even want to think about what would have happened if their manager got the phone call in his' stead. Kibum would be in big trouble by now. After all their management didn't approve of underaged drinking.
It took him ten minutes to arrive at the bar. It was a small bar at the corner of a backstreet. He knew that place. He had been here with his two hyungs and Joon before. Being totally out of breath he leaned against building's grey wall. For a few moments he struggled to catch his breath - after all he has been running all the way.
As soon as he could breath again, he entered the bar. Skimming the taproom with his eyes, he spotted Kibum at the counter. His head was resting on his arm, his eyes were closed. Minho met the bartender's gaze and he nodded slightly, mouthing a inaudible "thank you". "Hyung", he spoke to Kibum. When he got no response he poked Kibum's shoulder carefully, before he began to shook him not too gentle. Kibum began to stir and opened his eyes slowly. "Minho-yah?", he asked, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. "Yes, it's me, let's go home, ok?" Kibum nodded and tried to stand up - without much success. Minho sighed and grabbed for Kibum's wallet and the cell phone. Before he helped his hyung to stand, he gave some money to the bartender - he didn't make sure how much money he gave to the man. "Ok, let's go", he murmured and helped Kibum to stand up. Because of the size difference he couldn't lay Kibum's arm around his shoulders - it would have been too uncomfortable for the older one - and so he was lying his own arm around Kibum's thin waist.
He didn't expected the way home to be an easy way. It wasn't easy to drag the older rapper along who stumbled constantly over his own two feet. "What about your fear now?", Minho grunted, "what would be if someone saw us now? Did you even considered the consequences of you getting drunk?" He looked around, trying to see if anybody was near them, anybody that could be a fan or someone they knew. Kibum stopped in his tracks looking at the younger one. "I was down... Don't be like that", he mumbled, pouting slightly. Minho wanted to respond, when the shorter boy craned, to kiss his lips. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was somehow fierce and... short. Before Minho got the chance to do anything Kibum broke the kiss and started walking - or stumbling more probably - again. But when he stopped again, Minho couldn't help than to have a presentiment. "Hyung, are you ok?", he asked, looking at him. The boy seemed rather palish - well, he was always pale, should we say as pale as death instead? - and the younger rapper began to feel helpless. It was when Kibum freed himself from his grab, that Minho knew, why it has been a good idea not to get a cab - aside from the latency. He could hear him gag and he shook his head sighing deeply.
They managed it somehow to reach the dorms unseen and before the other boys came home. After Kibum had thrown up 2 more times - with Minho standing beside him and rubbing his back gently - Minho succeeded in bringing him to bed. He tucked the slightly older male in and watched him for a few seconds. "Why would you even do that to yourself hyung?", he chided softly. "You should know best that you can't drink alcohol." Smiling gently he stroke Kibum's fringes aside and stood up to leave the room.
The next day Kibum found himself in some kind of cleavage. He suffered from headaches like never before in his life, but wished at the same time he would have drunk some more. Enough to cause a blackout. Why? Because he remembered all too well what happened between Minho and him the last night. He had kissed the younger boy without thinking and he had thrown up... in the middle of the sidewalk.
And that was the reason why he was avoiding the other boy today more than he did the other days already. "Key, it's your turn!", he could hear his manager call for him. Today had a photo shooting today. The location was a big house with a large backyard and a small indoor pool. Kibum finished his chit-chat with his stylist noona and was now going down the corridor that led to the oval shaped pool. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a faint crump under his right foot. He took a step back and examined the floor. What he found was a small ring. He crouched down to pick it up. After he eyed it for a mere seconds he recognized it as Minho's ring. He himself owned a ring that looked exactly the same. Minho had bought the simple couple rings some months ago. Without a second thought Kibum pocketed the trinket.
"Hara-yah, Gyuri-sshi, what are you doing here?", Minho asked in surprise. He was sitting on a sofa, reading a magazine, when the two girls entered the location. Both of them were wearing casual clothes. He put his magazine aside and waited for an answer. "Hi Minho-yah, Jonghyun-oppa told us that you would be here. And since we're free we thought we could come over", Hara explained purely excited. "We brought you guys some food", Gyuri piped up, holding up a basket. "What's that?", Jonghyun's voice came from nowhere, "shouldn't we buy delicious food for you?" A grin graced his lips when he stopped next to Gyuri peering at the basket. "It's home made, we only bought the ingredients", Hara told and took the basket from the older girl to place it on the table in front of the sofa.
A few minutes later whole SHINee - except for Key - and the two girls were sitting around the table. Hara sat next to Minho on the sofa while Jonghyun and Gyuri sat opposite to her on the carpet. Onew and Taemin sat side by side on the carpet next to Jonghyun and chatted without taking notice in the conversations of Minho and Hara. Gyuri and Jonghyun were busy feeding each other. So it was Hara who noticed Key first. The boy's clothes were dripping wet and he tried to dry his hair with a large white towel. "Key-ah, come and eat with us", she chirped waving at him and pointing next to her. "I'm not hungry", he hissed and disappeared into the hallway. Minho wanted to follow him, but restrained himself from doing so after a second thought.
"Where is Minho?", Kibum asked frowning. He was standing in front of the TV looking at Onew and Taemin - who were cuddling on the sofa. His curious gaze became furtive when the maknae and leader exchanged meaningful views. "Well? I'm waiting", he stated while folding his arms against his chest. Taemin looked at Onew who shook his head slightly, then at the group's diva. "He said he lost something at the location... He took the key fro..." Taemin didn't need to finish his sentence. Kibum already left the living room.
Kibum slammed the cab's door shut. He went at full pace to the front door. It didn't surprise him when he could open the door without having a key. So Minho was still here, right? The lights inside the house were off though it was already getting dark outside. He closed the door behind him and needed a few seconds til his eyes became used to the darkness around him. He didn't want to turn on the lights. He didn't want to take the risk that someone could see the light through the windows. That house was vacant after all. "Minho?", he called into the silence and began to search for him in the rooms, that they used earlier that day. "Minho, are you here?", he tried again. Rubbing his arms he went down the stairs to the swimming pool. Being alone in such a big house was somehow scary.
The first thing he saw when he entered the pool area were Minho's clothes, that lay beside the door. When he looked around the room, he couldn't see Minho at first. But when his eyes met the pool, he could see how the younger boy's head came out the water. The lights inside the pool were on and gave the room a sallow green gleam. If Minho searched for their ring it should mean, that he still cared for him, right? "Minho!", he called before the boy could dive again. Startled, Minho turned around to face him. It was obvious how surprised he was.
"Are you nuts? Stealing the keys from manager-hyung-nim and going to an empty house all by yourself?", Kibum chided. He crouched down near the edge of the pool and waited that Minho swam to him.
The older's eyes widened when he noticed that the latter was nude. He didn't even wear shorts. Minho reached the edge and looked up to him. "I lost something important and I didn't want to wait til tomorrow", he explained looking bewildered. "Why didn't you tell me?", with a frown Kibum reached into his pocket and took out the ring he had found earlier that day. "You didn't search for your ring right?", he asked, playing with the small trinket in his hands. "How...?" "I found it." Kibum reached for Minhos left hand and put the ring on his palm. "Just don't lose it again", he said, "let's go before manager-hyung will notice that we're mis..." Kibum couldn't finish his sentence because Minho's warm lips prevented him of speaking any further. He didn't even decide yet if he should respond or not, when he could feel Minho's hands on his arms. The next moment he plunged (involuntary) into water.
"YAH! Choi Minho! Are you crazy? Are yo..." Minho already expected Kibum to get angry as soon as he surfaced again. With a fierce grip on the latter's shoulders, he turned himself and Kibum around. The older was now pinned against the pool's wall looking at him in awe. Holding on to the pool's edge he pressed himself against the shorter boy. The water wasn't cold, maybe his luck. A wet diva was just angry, but a wet and freezing diva would kill him for sure. Before Kibum could say anything, Minho captured his lips in a brief kiss. "How dare of you, sending Hara to comfort me", he breathed against Key's ear, "as if a girl would be enough to replace you." "But..." "Don't but me, this time I won't allow you to leave me." "But..." "But? I said but isn't allowed here", he mumbled before he pressed his lips against Kibum's mouth. He didn't even try to be gentle. Sometimes you have to be firce to get what you want, right?
Minho let go of the pool's edge with one hand which he used to push under Kibum's shirt. He was earning a soft sigh when he let his fingertips trail down the other rapper's side. He couldn't help but smirk slyly when Kibum began to respond to his kiss. Pushing one leg between the latter's thighs and rubbing his crotch against whose hip, he got him mewling softly, what gave him the chance to slip his tongue into Kibum's mouth.
Minho was close, much too close. Kibum could feel the latter's heartbeat against his own chest, could feel how Minho's velvet tongue explored his mouth, could taste something that tasted like a mix of chlorine and the younger's usual taste that Kibum didn't know how to decipher. He let his own tongue meet with the invading one, urging for a fierce battle. He knew he wouldn't win, he never did, but that didn't make any difference. He was already panting for breath when Minho broke the kiss. His lips were now ghosting over his jaw, down to his neck. The younger left wet marks sporadically, til his lips reached Kibum's right earlobe. He was nibbling gently at the soft flesh and breathing into the older's ear occasionally. Kibum had already forgotten his anger that he has been feeling a few moments ago.
"Minho?", he whispered, pushing the other male away slightly, "help me strip down my clothes, will ya?" He could see the younger's smirk. Taking of his shoes and socks was a hard task. Freeing him from his tight pants wasn't too easy either, but his shorts and t-shirt were almost too fast gone. They threw the garments regardless over the pool's edge. With a smile Kibum let his hands trace over Minho's toned body. Pushing himself against the taller boy he brought their erections together. He bit his lower lip when he heard a hiss from the younger. His hands were now trailing down the taller boy's back, pushing every bone ever so gentle. He could feel Minho's lips once more on his neck, could feel how he sucked softly on his colarbone, before he was once again forced into a battle with the other's tongue. He could feel how Minho was tracing his tongue with his teeth before he could feel him sucking on his lower lip.
Kibum let him do whatever he wanted without being really active himself. But Minho didn't mind, he wouldn't complain. Having the older this close again was already enough. A soft moan escaped him when he was feeling Kibum's fingertips ghosting over his inner thighs. Kibum's hot mouth at his neck was the next thing he felt. It was nearly impossible to focus on both contacts. But when he felt one of the older's hands between his buttocks - the other hand still remained on his thigh - his attention was drawn to the strange feeling on his lower back. He met Kibum's gaze, a angelic smile graced the latter's lips. He shook his head, smirking. "Don't try to be funny." Kibum raised an eyebrow, bringing one of his digits to Minho's (virginal) hole. But the younger didn't gave him the chance to even try to push his finger in. He turned Key around vigorously, so that the latter was now with his chest pressed against the wall.
"I thought our roles were distributed clearly", he breathed against Kibum's ear. "But I thought we start anew? Shouln't w..." He didn't finish his sentence when Minho pushed his first finger in. Having no lube the water had to be enough to lessen the pain. Kibum exhaled slowly clenching his muscles around Minho's digit unconsciously. Minho cupped the older's chin and turned his face so that he could kiss him. He tried his best to distract his lover before he inserted his second finger, scissoring and stretching the tight muscles some more. When he could hear Kibum moaning against his lips he decided that two fingers should be enough preparation.
He groaned when he could feel how Minho's digits slipped out him. He waited for Minho to push them back in, but instead he could feel something bigger pressing against his entrance. "You won't", he hissed but Minho locked their lips together for once more and began to touch his member gently. The younger's touch was sending shivers down his spine and a hoarse moan escaped his throat when Minho finally pushed in. He bit on the younger's bottom lip trying to blink away the tears that gathered in the brinks of his eyes.
The younger rapper gave him a few moments to adjust to the feeling and the piercing pain, before he began to thrust into him slowly. He continued stroking Kibum's member and the pain slowly died down, allowing Kibum to feel the same pleasure Minho was feeling. "Minho? I want to see your face", he stated, looking back over his shoulder.
He frowned but slipped out of Kibum's tight hole nonetheless. "That's how it should be then", he smirked, bringing his hands to the shorter boy's hips. He didn't wait for a response before he lifted Kibum up. The light boy understood and crawled over the pool's edge. Sitting on the cold floor he seemed to wait for him to leave the pool as well. He heaved himself out the water and came over Kibum without hesitation. Giving him a tender kiss he laid him down. He could feel how Kibum shivered as soon as his back touched the floor. He caressed the older's cheeks, before he straddled the latter's legs. Kibum arched his back and he pushed back in - in one go and without any hesitation. Kibum dig his nails into his shoulders charming a moan out him.
It didn't took long and he picked up speed, beginning to stroke the older's member at the same pace. Kibum clung both his legs around Minho's waist and gave him so the possibility to thrust in deeper than before. With each thrust he had Kibum panting under him and he could feel that the older was close, when the tight head around his cock seemed to become a little more tight. The muscles began to clench around his own length and a deep moan escaped his throat when Kibum bucked up his hips, calling out his lover's name. Minho reached his climax just a few seconds after him. His mind went blank when his belly convulsed.
He was still gasping for breath when he could feel Minho's climax. The younger boy sank down on him. Their breaths were uneven but their hearts seemed to beat in the same rhythm. He embraced the taller boy, hugging him tightly. "Are you cold?", he could hear Minho's tired voice. "Not anymore", he mumbled, stroking the rapper's back. He didn't think that those words needed to be explained.
"Excuse me. Is this seat taken?", a familiar voice asked. Hara looked up from her cappuccino. She met Jonghyun's gaze and a wry smile graced her lips. "It's all your's", she said while shrugging. The boy smiled brightly, sitting down next to her. "So they're back together, huh?", she enquired. She assumed that she didn't need to say who "they" were. "Yep. You and Minho?" "Friends I guess." She sighed heavily, stroking her fringes aside. "And what's about you and Gyuri?" Jonghyun shrugged, "Friends I guess." She gave him a slight smile. "Wanna see a movie with me?" The vocalist frowned at first, but then he nodded thoughtful. "Sure, why not?"