What is love #25
Title: What is love
Author: argh
Part: 25 of 26(ish)
Rating: NC-17 for now
Word count: 3,692
Pairing: Onew/Minho, Taemin/Kibum
Summary: Jinki loves working in this cafe, until a particular person begins to frequent it, and the person that Jinki tried so hard to get over. University!AU. I suck at summaries ;_;
Warnings: long neverending fic XD (around 75k).
Notes: This was my nanowrimo fic back in 2010!
Dedications: written entirely for ryukilla no matter what she thinks.
Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen & nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four,
Note: Man I abandoned this fic majorly :( oops. I'll post the rest now...
“Do you think they’ll be okay?” Jinki asked, tilting his head to one side as he gazed happily up at his boyfriend. He felt incredibly happy after hearing Jonghyun sing, it just made him feel elated especially when he saw how mesmerised Kibum was with the performance.
“Yeah,” Minho grinned down at Jinki, reaching to hold his hand loosely, “I think they’ll be fine.”
“Hey, hey,” Jinki squeezed Minho’s hand tightly, practically jumping up and down next to him, “Do you think it felt like this for Kibum and Taemin when they were trying to get us together?” Jinki felt so hyper and energetic, he could barely keep still.
“Nah,” Minho replied almost immediately, Jinki stopped in surprise, he hadn’t expected that reply at all. He stared up at Minho, looking slightly puzzled, he was sure that Kibum and Taemin had both felt happy when they finally got together. It made him feel happy and hyper, surely it had been similar for their friends.
“They would’ve felt even more ecstatic,” Minho grinned, Jinki felt so confused so he continued to stare up at Minho, feeling the taller boy’s thumb rub against his hand lightly. “Because, together we’re awesome.” Minho shrugged slightly, but his words shocked Jinki because Minho was not one for boasting.
“Minho,” Jinki tugged on his hand, walking forward again, “But they’ll be awesome together too.”
“Hyung, they’ll never be as amazing as you,” Minho pulled on Jinki’s hand lightly, stopping him from walking on, Jinki half turned towards Minho, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Neither of them, will ever be as perfect as you.”
“Perfect,” Jinki scrunched his face up, scoffing, “I’m definitely not perfect, not by any stretch of imagination that might be you but certainly not me.”
“Jinki-hyung, but you are perfect.” Minho cocked his head to one side, Jinki studied his face carefully checking for the hint of mirth he expected to see. But his eyes were deadly serious, his mouth set in a straight line, Jinki could not believe that he was serious though, it seemed inconceivable. “You are perfect to me, anyway.” Minho added a moment later, tugging Jinki forward to kiss him gently on the lips.
*
“You know I missed you like crazy,” Jonghyun murmured softly, kicking his feet against the linoleum, making a faint noise. “But I also felt like I wanted to see you when I had something to show you, you know?” He turned to look at Kibum, with a big smile across his face, “Like when you could be proud of me or something, and it inspired me to work harder.”
“I thought you were avoiding me, because of my stupid anger and the way I overreacted.” Kibum sighed, resting his head against Jonghyun’s shoulder, “And I felt so guilty if my stupid anger had ruined our friendship, I would never forgive myself for that.” Kibum nodded his head, his hair tickling Jonghyun’s chin.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve contacted you, I’m not sure why I didn’t.” Jonghyun shrugged, “I guess I was unsure about how angry you were, and maybe I was scared.” Kibum’s eyes shut as he felt Jonghyun press a gentle kiss to the side of his face, his lips were slightly rough but Kibum liked that.
“You’ve always been my rock,” Kibum murmured, “I mean Jinki-hyung has been great, but we’ve always had this connection.” He turned his body towards Jonghyun, eyes half open as he gazed up at Jonghyun. Kibum had never felt happier than he did at the moment in time, it was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes and for the first time he could see clearly.
*
(Some time in the future…)
Jinki cleaned the tableware, half listening to Kibum. He turned to look at the other boy, frowning when he heard him rambling on about soul mates and being connected to one person. Something about his words resonated inside Jinki, so that he stood there silently just listening and nodding his head. However, when Kibum began to ramble about Jonghyun, he decided to go.
“Hey!”
Jinki could hear Kibum calling out at him, probably annoyed at the way he just ran off like that, but Jinki did not care. Something about it just clicked inside his brain, it reminded him of a story he had been told when he was very young. He turned his laptop on, knees shaking with excitement as he looked it up, their third anniversary was coming up, Jinki wanted to do something extra special. He grinned as he scrolled down the search engine listings, Minho would never expect or suspect him to do something like that. Never in a million years, but the thought just filled Jinki with so much excitement.
He could do this, he knew it would work and Minho would be surprised and happy, Jinki was so sure about it. He sighed happily, as he shifted to their bed, lying back across it and thinking about what he needed to do. He could still remember how Minho had taken him up a hill on their first anniversary. Jinki had been a little sceptical and nervous about going up a hill at night, but once they got up there, he had been stunned when he saw that Minho had decorated all the trees with twinkling colourful lights. The view was amazing too, Minho had thought of everything.
Because it was the middle of winter, he had organised blankets and duvets, and hot food. Jinki had been gobsmacked and slightly embarrassed that Minho had gone to so much trouble. He felt guilty about only getting Minho a present, but seeing his reaction to it had made him feel better. It had been an amazing night, Jinki had never felt happier, but his happiness kept growing every day that he was with Minho.
Their second anniversary they had spent indoors, because Jinki had been getting over a terrible case of flu, so he wasn’t up to much. But it was still a sweet and romantic day, they had spent the day watching cheesy movies and just doing whatever they wanted. It had been simple, but again Jinki had really enjoyed it, the way Minho went out of his way to do things for Jinki.
This year he was going to surprise Minho, Jinki’s lips curved up into a mischievous smile, this year he was going to make Minho happy, well he hoped so. Jinki swallowed, knowing he had to make it perfect, he had to for Minho.
*
“Jinki-hyung, what the fuck, how could you just leave like that?”
Kibum had his hands on his hips, glaring up at the stairs where Jinki had run ten minutes earlier. He had been shouting at him, they were having a conversation when Jinki took off like he was running a marathon. Shooting up the stairs and no matter what he shouted up at him, he ignored Kibum.
“Kibum, what’s with all the shouting?” Kibum whirled around, feeling stunned when he saw Minho standing there, looking amused, one hand casually resting on top of the counter, fingers splayed out. “Something happen?”
“Your boyfriend is a rude asshole,” Kibum snapped, “We were having a conversation and he just took off.” Kibum frowned, both hands on his hips, eyes narrowed down into a glare so fierce, that Minho gulped, feeling like he had something wrong. “He just ran up the stairs, and is now ignoring me. I personally think it’s rude for him to ignore me, or anyone like that.” Kibum ranted, and Minho felt curious to know what was going on.
“I mean, I’m meant to be his best friend god damn it,” Kibum turned away to look into the kitchen still ranting, “I mean what the fuck is up with that?” He turned to face Minho, and blinked when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his middle.
“Awww, is someone upset?” Jonghyun cooed into Kibum’s ear, lips brushing his earlobe as he spoke. Jonghyun was being so over the top and sappy that Kibum, felt slightly embarrassed especially when he heard Minho laugh, “Wait, who are we talking about?” Jonghyun pouted over Kibum’s shoulder, “Not me, right?”
“Of course not, I love you, Jonghyun,” Kibum’s tone softened immediately, his eyes widening so that his glare was gone completely. Minho was struck with how different he suddenly seemed. One moment he glaring and practically snarling and the next he was all smiles and sugary sweetness. “I’m okay now, that you’re here.” Kibum murmured a moment later, making Minho stare at him strangely, as if he had grown another head. It was unusual to see Kibum acting this way.
“Good,” Jonghyun turned Kibum around in his arms, hugging him tightly before he leaned in and kissed his nose softly. “Good, I am so glad you realised that you liked me.” Jonghyun swayed slightly, as if dancing, pulling Kibum with him, “I don’t know how I would’ve coped if you hadn’t.” He leaned in to kiss Kibum gently across the lips.
“I’m sorry for taking so long to realise it,” Kibum sighed, tilting his head down to kiss the older boy again, his lips moving in circular motions around his face. “I really am, because you mean the world to me.” Kibum nuzzled his face against Jonghyun’s cheek, squeezing his eyes shut happily as they continued to dance to music only they could hear, to a beat that only resonated in their hearts.
*
Minho snuck upstairs wondering why Jinki had run away from Kibum, he peeked into the attic, blinking as he saw Jinki giggling to himself in front of the laptop. He crawled over towards him, grinning as he saw how amused Jinki looked, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was blushing slightly. Minho slunk over, relieved that he hadn’t been noticed yet, he was really curious to know if Jinki was looking at porn.
As soon as Minho was close enough to see the screen - Jinki shut the browser down and then the laptop, so that Minho was left sneaking up on a black screen. He pouted and leaned back, still planning on sneaking up on Jinki, when the older male turned around, smirking when he saw Minho’s face mischievous and playful face.
“Hyung,” Minho attacked Jinki, snaking his arms around his middle, pulling him down onto his back on the bed, “What were you sneakily looking at, porn?” He leaned over top of Jinki, eyes twinkling with mirth as Jinki fervently shook his head. “So it wasn’t porn, what was it then?” Minho licked his lips before he began to tickle Jinki’s sides furiously until the older male was writhing around on the bed in a fit of laughter.
“Hahaha, oh god,” Jinki laughed richly, eyes half shut as he rolled around the mattress thanks to Minho’s hands. Jinki reached down and tugged on Minho’s hands, desperate to stop him from tickling him anymore. But Jinki tugged too hard, causing Minho’s torso to be tugged down, unintentionally causing their lips to crash together in an upside down kiss. But the motion of their lips pressed together caused Minho to stop tickling Jinki immediately, he lifted his hands and cupped his chin, kissing him firmer.
Minho swallowed and shifted his body around so that he was now lying beside Jinki, their legs intersected at the knees. Minho’s hands reached up to trace up Jinki’s torso through his shirt, he could hear the older male breathe out, Minho realised Jinki had been holding his breath. He watched Jinki’s chest rise and sink as he let his fingers creep up Jinki’s rib cage, the fluctuations of his chest following the motions of his fingers. When his fingers dipped along a rib, stroking softly, Jinki’s breathing sped up. When he dropped his hand lower again, the touch fainter, more delicate as he stroked down his ribs towards his stomach muscles, Jinki’s ribs arched up higher and Minho watched the way Jinki’s pupils dilated from his caresses.
Jinki shivered slightly, feeling as if butterflies had awoken from a drowsy slumber in his stomach. The more Minho’s hand ghosted down his side, the faster their wings fluttered inside of him. Jinki breathed in deeply, feeling the way Minho’s fingers touched him, in every nerve of his body, his toes held taut as wire when Minho’s fingers continued their delicious descent downwards. Jinki was aware of every touch, the way his skin tingled as Minho’s fingertips curved over his firm stomach muscles. Jinki knew it was almost insane, how a feather light touch could make his blood pump faster, his whole body arch up towards Minho’s hand and body.
Minho sucked in a deep breath, their legs tangling together as he moved in closer to Jinki. Needing to feel the warm radiating from Jinki’s body, it was like an aphrodisiac heading straight to his erogenous zones. Minho felt drawn to Jinki, he could not keep away, his hands wanted to stroke and touch his skin. Jinki’s skin made silk feel rough by contrast, but Minho knew it was the way Jinki reacted too, the way his body rippled under his touches.
“Minho,” Jinki murmured softly, his hands reaching out to tug Minho’s shirt up, fingers clumsy and trembling as he blinked his half shut eyes at Minho. Jinki’s lips parted slightly, the tip of his tongue poking out, he didn’t need to say another word, Minho knew, he understood. He shifted, wriggling back from Jinki to take his shirt off, dumping it down on the floor next to the bed. He could feel the heat rising inside his body, the pulse of his heart controlled by the way Jinki’s hands reached for him. His limbs trembling, Jinki breathed out loudly, when he touched Minho’s hip, fingers splayed out across the jutting bone. Jinki could feel his pulse, strong in his fingertips as he ran his finger inwards, slipping across his skin towards his belly button. Jinki’s body, arched up when he felt Minho’s hand press under his shirt again.
“Hyung, wait,” Minho’s deep voice whispered, and Jinki felt himself being pushed from his side onto his back, Minho’s hands gathering his shirt up from the inside, so that his hands rubbed sensually against his ribs as he lifted them upwards. Jinki lifted his torso up, letting Minho slide his t-shirt off easily, he shivered feeling Minho’s gaze sweeping down his body. It didn’t matter how many times he had seen him shirtless, Jinki could still see the way his eyes widened, the pupils enlarging, and the way his lips quivered as if it was too much.
The way Minho looked at him, desire burning bright in his eyes, it made Jinki feel like every time they were intimate it was the first time. Jinki shuddered as Minho’s hand ghosted down his stomach again, making him arch his body up off the bed which only made his growing needs more visible. Jinki blushed, as he saw Minho’s smirk, the way Minho licked his lips seeing how Jinki’s jeans tented out the front.
It felt like forever but Minho’s hands reaching for that bulge took seconds. Jinki found himself holding his breath as Minho’s fingers unbuttoned the top of his jeans, fingers unintentionally rubbing against his sensitized cock as he reached for the zipper. Jinki let his breath out, in a loud gasp as Minho slid the zip down, freeing him from the tight constraints of his jeans.
“Hyung,” Minho winked down at him, feeling the thrum of desire slipping down his skin like sweat, as Jinki arched his hips up, sliding the jeans fluidly down his legs. Minho’s fingers raced towards his prize, eyes open even wider now as he cupped his hand firmly around Jinki’s boxer clad erection. Minho could feel his own throbbing painfully in his jeans, the tightness really not helping.
“Are you going to tell me now,” Minho cheekily asked, smirking as he tugged Jinki’s boxers down, one hand grasping his erection firmly, “what you were looking at on the laptop?” He asked as he slid his hand smoothly down Jinki’s cock, making the shorter male gasp out and roll his hips up desperately. Jinki’s cheeks were a soft pink, his eyes half shut as Minho’s hand continued to thrust down slowly, teasing him terribly. Jinki’s limbs felt all shivery as if he was burning up with a fever, and when Minho bent down, pressing the tip of his tongue across Jinki’s tip in a single moist stroke. Jinki’s moans grow louder, his knees knocking together from the shaking of his legs.
“Uggh, no,” Jinki gasped out finally, eyes fluttering as Minho continued to tease him, “Please, Minho,” he practically begged when Minho lifted his head away, he left his hand resting around Jinki’s cock, but he wasn’t doing anything, which only served to frustrate Jinki’s body even more. He felt high and so needy, Minho’s grip around his cock was not enough, he needed more.
Sneakily Jinki reached over using his fingers to undo Minho’s jeans, he was sure he could distract him this way. Slyly he licked his lips, sighing softly as Minho shifted, from kneeling on his legs to sitting on his butt, to make it easier for Jinki to get his jeans off. Jinki was aware of his cock, pulsating like it had its own heart, but he knew it was just his desire, his need for Minho was so intense, he could feel every part of his body being drawn tight.
“No,” Minho sounded disappointed, “No you won’t tell me?” He asked again louder, frowning slightly (although with a naked, writhing Jinki in front of him, it was hard to do anything but drool) when Jinki shook his head. Roughly, Minho grabbed Jinki’s shoulders and twisted him over onto his stomach, hearing the shorter male hiss softly his cock thrust hard against the bedding. Minho spread Jinki’s legs and settled on top of him, his head leaning over his shoulder.
“Hyung, Jinki-hyung,” Jinki could feel Minho’s breath hot across the top of his shoulder, he found it hard to breathe, with the way Minho’s voice sounded, the press of his cock against his butt, so achingly close to his balls and cock. “Hyung, you sure you won’t tell me?” Minho’s breath hit Jinki’s neck again, he couldn’t help but arch back up against Minho, his whole body pulled tight like a trip wire, ready to snap at any second.
“Ahh,” Jinki’s eyes slid shut, he was struggling so hard not to spill, but he knew it best to keep it to himself. “Ahh, I can’t Minho!” Jinki’s voice came out all high pitched and uneven, as if his voice was breaking, “I will tell you, fuck,” Jinki shuddered, thrusting his hips back against Minho’s cock, he could barely think straight with Minho’s body pressed down firm on top of him.
“Ohh,” Minho could barely keeps his eyes open, his mind felt clouded from the way Jinki’s pert butt pressed against his cock, the silkiness of Jinki’s skin, sent shivers running up and down his body. He smiled and leaned down to bite Jinki’s shoulder, teeth scraping along the ridge of his shoulder before tracing over the skin with soft kisses. He could feel Jinki’s body tense under him, the way his butt curled up in desperate thrusts against his body.
“But not…” Jinki managed to gasp out, his eyes snapping open when Minho reached a hand around and grasped his cock, “not today.” He finally got the words out, shaking when he felt Minho biting his shoulder again, before he began to suck on the tender and reddened skin. “I-I promise,” Jinki mumbled, his whole body quivering because he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Okay,” Minho pouted slightly, he wanted to tease Jinki more, but he was getting so close himself, his body wouldn’t allow it. With his free hand he spread Jinki’s butt cheeks, shifting slightly and then angling himself so that his erection could press in between. Minho groaned as he began to thrust, his hips snapping forward in time to the motion he set with his hand. Even this, not full penetration just felt so amazing, the way Jinki’s perfect supple body thrust up against his, made his limbs shudder and his cock just ached so desperately.
Jinki whimpered beneath him, arching his head up, and thrust his body up so powerfully that Minho was hoisted half off the bed. Their bodies sliding steamily together, slick with heat and so much raw passion, that Minho was sure they were creating enough energy to power a small city. Jinki’s moans echoed around the room, so Minho felt even more surrounded with rapture. He wrapped one arm around his waist, clinging so desperately to Jinki, his hips surging forward so quickly.
“Fuck!” Jinki whined in a strained voice, before his body curled up, and Minho shivered hearing the moans flow like honey from his voice as he came. Minho grasped Jinki’s cock for another few seconds but then he grasped his hips firmly for leverage, letting his cock slide slickly in between Jinki’s cheeks. Minho’s limbs went limp for a second, shaking slightly he groaned loudly before he came, his come covering Jinki’s back in a pearly sheen.
“Fuck,” Minho echoed, panting heavily as he shifted off Jinki, feeling completely dazed and out of it. Immediately he lay down and pulled Jinki into his arms, leaning in to smother his face with kisses. He didn’t care if there bed was covered in come, all he cared about was Jinki, gorgeous amazing Jinki. He nibbled on his lower lip before kissing him firmer.
“Jinki, oh Jinki,” Minho whispered, still panting as he lay there with his arms wrapped tight around Jinki, too dazed to even think of say anything else. Jinki nuzzled against him, rubbing like a cat, with his side pressed to Minho’s. Minho stroked Jinki’s chin, smiling goofily when the other boy smiled sleepily at him, he looked as high as a kite. Minho kissed him again, before they twined their bodies together and fell asleep.
*
Author: argh
Part: 25 of 26(ish)
Rating: NC-17 for now
Word count: 3,692
Pairing: Onew/Minho, Taemin/Kibum
Summary: Jinki loves working in this cafe, until a particular person begins to frequent it, and the person that Jinki tried so hard to get over. University!AU. I suck at summaries ;_;
Warnings: long neverending fic XD (around 75k).
Notes: This was my nanowrimo fic back in 2010!
Dedications: written entirely for ryukilla no matter what she thinks.
Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen & nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four,
Note: Man I abandoned this fic majorly :( oops. I'll post the rest now...
“Do you think they’ll be okay?” Jinki asked, tilting his head to one side as he gazed happily up at his boyfriend. He felt incredibly happy after hearing Jonghyun sing, it just made him feel elated especially when he saw how mesmerised Kibum was with the performance.
“Yeah,” Minho grinned down at Jinki, reaching to hold his hand loosely, “I think they’ll be fine.”
“Hey, hey,” Jinki squeezed Minho’s hand tightly, practically jumping up and down next to him, “Do you think it felt like this for Kibum and Taemin when they were trying to get us together?” Jinki felt so hyper and energetic, he could barely keep still.
“Nah,” Minho replied almost immediately, Jinki stopped in surprise, he hadn’t expected that reply at all. He stared up at Minho, looking slightly puzzled, he was sure that Kibum and Taemin had both felt happy when they finally got together. It made him feel happy and hyper, surely it had been similar for their friends.
“They would’ve felt even more ecstatic,” Minho grinned, Jinki felt so confused so he continued to stare up at Minho, feeling the taller boy’s thumb rub against his hand lightly. “Because, together we’re awesome.” Minho shrugged slightly, but his words shocked Jinki because Minho was not one for boasting.
“Minho,” Jinki tugged on his hand, walking forward again, “But they’ll be awesome together too.”
“Hyung, they’ll never be as amazing as you,” Minho pulled on Jinki’s hand lightly, stopping him from walking on, Jinki half turned towards Minho, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Neither of them, will ever be as perfect as you.”
“Perfect,” Jinki scrunched his face up, scoffing, “I’m definitely not perfect, not by any stretch of imagination that might be you but certainly not me.”
“Jinki-hyung, but you are perfect.” Minho cocked his head to one side, Jinki studied his face carefully checking for the hint of mirth he expected to see. But his eyes were deadly serious, his mouth set in a straight line, Jinki could not believe that he was serious though, it seemed inconceivable. “You are perfect to me, anyway.” Minho added a moment later, tugging Jinki forward to kiss him gently on the lips.
*
“You know I missed you like crazy,” Jonghyun murmured softly, kicking his feet against the linoleum, making a faint noise. “But I also felt like I wanted to see you when I had something to show you, you know?” He turned to look at Kibum, with a big smile across his face, “Like when you could be proud of me or something, and it inspired me to work harder.”
“I thought you were avoiding me, because of my stupid anger and the way I overreacted.” Kibum sighed, resting his head against Jonghyun’s shoulder, “And I felt so guilty if my stupid anger had ruined our friendship, I would never forgive myself for that.” Kibum nodded his head, his hair tickling Jonghyun’s chin.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve contacted you, I’m not sure why I didn’t.” Jonghyun shrugged, “I guess I was unsure about how angry you were, and maybe I was scared.” Kibum’s eyes shut as he felt Jonghyun press a gentle kiss to the side of his face, his lips were slightly rough but Kibum liked that.
“You’ve always been my rock,” Kibum murmured, “I mean Jinki-hyung has been great, but we’ve always had this connection.” He turned his body towards Jonghyun, eyes half open as he gazed up at Jonghyun. Kibum had never felt happier than he did at the moment in time, it was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes and for the first time he could see clearly.
*
(Some time in the future…)
Jinki cleaned the tableware, half listening to Kibum. He turned to look at the other boy, frowning when he heard him rambling on about soul mates and being connected to one person. Something about his words resonated inside Jinki, so that he stood there silently just listening and nodding his head. However, when Kibum began to ramble about Jonghyun, he decided to go.
“Hey!”
Jinki could hear Kibum calling out at him, probably annoyed at the way he just ran off like that, but Jinki did not care. Something about it just clicked inside his brain, it reminded him of a story he had been told when he was very young. He turned his laptop on, knees shaking with excitement as he looked it up, their third anniversary was coming up, Jinki wanted to do something extra special. He grinned as he scrolled down the search engine listings, Minho would never expect or suspect him to do something like that. Never in a million years, but the thought just filled Jinki with so much excitement.
He could do this, he knew it would work and Minho would be surprised and happy, Jinki was so sure about it. He sighed happily, as he shifted to their bed, lying back across it and thinking about what he needed to do. He could still remember how Minho had taken him up a hill on their first anniversary. Jinki had been a little sceptical and nervous about going up a hill at night, but once they got up there, he had been stunned when he saw that Minho had decorated all the trees with twinkling colourful lights. The view was amazing too, Minho had thought of everything.
Because it was the middle of winter, he had organised blankets and duvets, and hot food. Jinki had been gobsmacked and slightly embarrassed that Minho had gone to so much trouble. He felt guilty about only getting Minho a present, but seeing his reaction to it had made him feel better. It had been an amazing night, Jinki had never felt happier, but his happiness kept growing every day that he was with Minho.
Their second anniversary they had spent indoors, because Jinki had been getting over a terrible case of flu, so he wasn’t up to much. But it was still a sweet and romantic day, they had spent the day watching cheesy movies and just doing whatever they wanted. It had been simple, but again Jinki had really enjoyed it, the way Minho went out of his way to do things for Jinki.
This year he was going to surprise Minho, Jinki’s lips curved up into a mischievous smile, this year he was going to make Minho happy, well he hoped so. Jinki swallowed, knowing he had to make it perfect, he had to for Minho.
*
“Jinki-hyung, what the fuck, how could you just leave like that?”
Kibum had his hands on his hips, glaring up at the stairs where Jinki had run ten minutes earlier. He had been shouting at him, they were having a conversation when Jinki took off like he was running a marathon. Shooting up the stairs and no matter what he shouted up at him, he ignored Kibum.
“Kibum, what’s with all the shouting?” Kibum whirled around, feeling stunned when he saw Minho standing there, looking amused, one hand casually resting on top of the counter, fingers splayed out. “Something happen?”
“Your boyfriend is a rude asshole,” Kibum snapped, “We were having a conversation and he just took off.” Kibum frowned, both hands on his hips, eyes narrowed down into a glare so fierce, that Minho gulped, feeling like he had something wrong. “He just ran up the stairs, and is now ignoring me. I personally think it’s rude for him to ignore me, or anyone like that.” Kibum ranted, and Minho felt curious to know what was going on.
“I mean, I’m meant to be his best friend god damn it,” Kibum turned away to look into the kitchen still ranting, “I mean what the fuck is up with that?” He turned to face Minho, and blinked when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his middle.
“Awww, is someone upset?” Jonghyun cooed into Kibum’s ear, lips brushing his earlobe as he spoke. Jonghyun was being so over the top and sappy that Kibum, felt slightly embarrassed especially when he heard Minho laugh, “Wait, who are we talking about?” Jonghyun pouted over Kibum’s shoulder, “Not me, right?”
“Of course not, I love you, Jonghyun,” Kibum’s tone softened immediately, his eyes widening so that his glare was gone completely. Minho was struck with how different he suddenly seemed. One moment he glaring and practically snarling and the next he was all smiles and sugary sweetness. “I’m okay now, that you’re here.” Kibum murmured a moment later, making Minho stare at him strangely, as if he had grown another head. It was unusual to see Kibum acting this way.
“Good,” Jonghyun turned Kibum around in his arms, hugging him tightly before he leaned in and kissed his nose softly. “Good, I am so glad you realised that you liked me.” Jonghyun swayed slightly, as if dancing, pulling Kibum with him, “I don’t know how I would’ve coped if you hadn’t.” He leaned in to kiss Kibum gently across the lips.
“I’m sorry for taking so long to realise it,” Kibum sighed, tilting his head down to kiss the older boy again, his lips moving in circular motions around his face. “I really am, because you mean the world to me.” Kibum nuzzled his face against Jonghyun’s cheek, squeezing his eyes shut happily as they continued to dance to music only they could hear, to a beat that only resonated in their hearts.
*
Minho snuck upstairs wondering why Jinki had run away from Kibum, he peeked into the attic, blinking as he saw Jinki giggling to himself in front of the laptop. He crawled over towards him, grinning as he saw how amused Jinki looked, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was blushing slightly. Minho slunk over, relieved that he hadn’t been noticed yet, he was really curious to know if Jinki was looking at porn.
As soon as Minho was close enough to see the screen - Jinki shut the browser down and then the laptop, so that Minho was left sneaking up on a black screen. He pouted and leaned back, still planning on sneaking up on Jinki, when the older male turned around, smirking when he saw Minho’s face mischievous and playful face.
“Hyung,” Minho attacked Jinki, snaking his arms around his middle, pulling him down onto his back on the bed, “What were you sneakily looking at, porn?” He leaned over top of Jinki, eyes twinkling with mirth as Jinki fervently shook his head. “So it wasn’t porn, what was it then?” Minho licked his lips before he began to tickle Jinki’s sides furiously until the older male was writhing around on the bed in a fit of laughter.
“Hahaha, oh god,” Jinki laughed richly, eyes half shut as he rolled around the mattress thanks to Minho’s hands. Jinki reached down and tugged on Minho’s hands, desperate to stop him from tickling him anymore. But Jinki tugged too hard, causing Minho’s torso to be tugged down, unintentionally causing their lips to crash together in an upside down kiss. But the motion of their lips pressed together caused Minho to stop tickling Jinki immediately, he lifted his hands and cupped his chin, kissing him firmer.
Minho swallowed and shifted his body around so that he was now lying beside Jinki, their legs intersected at the knees. Minho’s hands reached up to trace up Jinki’s torso through his shirt, he could hear the older male breathe out, Minho realised Jinki had been holding his breath. He watched Jinki’s chest rise and sink as he let his fingers creep up Jinki’s rib cage, the fluctuations of his chest following the motions of his fingers. When his fingers dipped along a rib, stroking softly, Jinki’s breathing sped up. When he dropped his hand lower again, the touch fainter, more delicate as he stroked down his ribs towards his stomach muscles, Jinki’s ribs arched up higher and Minho watched the way Jinki’s pupils dilated from his caresses.
Jinki shivered slightly, feeling as if butterflies had awoken from a drowsy slumber in his stomach. The more Minho’s hand ghosted down his side, the faster their wings fluttered inside of him. Jinki breathed in deeply, feeling the way Minho’s fingers touched him, in every nerve of his body, his toes held taut as wire when Minho’s fingers continued their delicious descent downwards. Jinki was aware of every touch, the way his skin tingled as Minho’s fingertips curved over his firm stomach muscles. Jinki knew it was almost insane, how a feather light touch could make his blood pump faster, his whole body arch up towards Minho’s hand and body.
Minho sucked in a deep breath, their legs tangling together as he moved in closer to Jinki. Needing to feel the warm radiating from Jinki’s body, it was like an aphrodisiac heading straight to his erogenous zones. Minho felt drawn to Jinki, he could not keep away, his hands wanted to stroke and touch his skin. Jinki’s skin made silk feel rough by contrast, but Minho knew it was the way Jinki reacted too, the way his body rippled under his touches.
“Minho,” Jinki murmured softly, his hands reaching out to tug Minho’s shirt up, fingers clumsy and trembling as he blinked his half shut eyes at Minho. Jinki’s lips parted slightly, the tip of his tongue poking out, he didn’t need to say another word, Minho knew, he understood. He shifted, wriggling back from Jinki to take his shirt off, dumping it down on the floor next to the bed. He could feel the heat rising inside his body, the pulse of his heart controlled by the way Jinki’s hands reached for him. His limbs trembling, Jinki breathed out loudly, when he touched Minho’s hip, fingers splayed out across the jutting bone. Jinki could feel his pulse, strong in his fingertips as he ran his finger inwards, slipping across his skin towards his belly button. Jinki’s body, arched up when he felt Minho’s hand press under his shirt again.
“Hyung, wait,” Minho’s deep voice whispered, and Jinki felt himself being pushed from his side onto his back, Minho’s hands gathering his shirt up from the inside, so that his hands rubbed sensually against his ribs as he lifted them upwards. Jinki lifted his torso up, letting Minho slide his t-shirt off easily, he shivered feeling Minho’s gaze sweeping down his body. It didn’t matter how many times he had seen him shirtless, Jinki could still see the way his eyes widened, the pupils enlarging, and the way his lips quivered as if it was too much.
The way Minho looked at him, desire burning bright in his eyes, it made Jinki feel like every time they were intimate it was the first time. Jinki shuddered as Minho’s hand ghosted down his stomach again, making him arch his body up off the bed which only made his growing needs more visible. Jinki blushed, as he saw Minho’s smirk, the way Minho licked his lips seeing how Jinki’s jeans tented out the front.
It felt like forever but Minho’s hands reaching for that bulge took seconds. Jinki found himself holding his breath as Minho’s fingers unbuttoned the top of his jeans, fingers unintentionally rubbing against his sensitized cock as he reached for the zipper. Jinki let his breath out, in a loud gasp as Minho slid the zip down, freeing him from the tight constraints of his jeans.
“Hyung,” Minho winked down at him, feeling the thrum of desire slipping down his skin like sweat, as Jinki arched his hips up, sliding the jeans fluidly down his legs. Minho’s fingers raced towards his prize, eyes open even wider now as he cupped his hand firmly around Jinki’s boxer clad erection. Minho could feel his own throbbing painfully in his jeans, the tightness really not helping.
“Are you going to tell me now,” Minho cheekily asked, smirking as he tugged Jinki’s boxers down, one hand grasping his erection firmly, “what you were looking at on the laptop?” He asked as he slid his hand smoothly down Jinki’s cock, making the shorter male gasp out and roll his hips up desperately. Jinki’s cheeks were a soft pink, his eyes half shut as Minho’s hand continued to thrust down slowly, teasing him terribly. Jinki’s limbs felt all shivery as if he was burning up with a fever, and when Minho bent down, pressing the tip of his tongue across Jinki’s tip in a single moist stroke. Jinki’s moans grow louder, his knees knocking together from the shaking of his legs.
“Uggh, no,” Jinki gasped out finally, eyes fluttering as Minho continued to tease him, “Please, Minho,” he practically begged when Minho lifted his head away, he left his hand resting around Jinki’s cock, but he wasn’t doing anything, which only served to frustrate Jinki’s body even more. He felt high and so needy, Minho’s grip around his cock was not enough, he needed more.
Sneakily Jinki reached over using his fingers to undo Minho’s jeans, he was sure he could distract him this way. Slyly he licked his lips, sighing softly as Minho shifted, from kneeling on his legs to sitting on his butt, to make it easier for Jinki to get his jeans off. Jinki was aware of his cock, pulsating like it had its own heart, but he knew it was just his desire, his need for Minho was so intense, he could feel every part of his body being drawn tight.
“No,” Minho sounded disappointed, “No you won’t tell me?” He asked again louder, frowning slightly (although with a naked, writhing Jinki in front of him, it was hard to do anything but drool) when Jinki shook his head. Roughly, Minho grabbed Jinki’s shoulders and twisted him over onto his stomach, hearing the shorter male hiss softly his cock thrust hard against the bedding. Minho spread Jinki’s legs and settled on top of him, his head leaning over his shoulder.
“Hyung, Jinki-hyung,” Jinki could feel Minho’s breath hot across the top of his shoulder, he found it hard to breathe, with the way Minho’s voice sounded, the press of his cock against his butt, so achingly close to his balls and cock. “Hyung, you sure you won’t tell me?” Minho’s breath hit Jinki’s neck again, he couldn’t help but arch back up against Minho, his whole body pulled tight like a trip wire, ready to snap at any second.
“Ahh,” Jinki’s eyes slid shut, he was struggling so hard not to spill, but he knew it best to keep it to himself. “Ahh, I can’t Minho!” Jinki’s voice came out all high pitched and uneven, as if his voice was breaking, “I will tell you, fuck,” Jinki shuddered, thrusting his hips back against Minho’s cock, he could barely think straight with Minho’s body pressed down firm on top of him.
“Ohh,” Minho could barely keeps his eyes open, his mind felt clouded from the way Jinki’s pert butt pressed against his cock, the silkiness of Jinki’s skin, sent shivers running up and down his body. He smiled and leaned down to bite Jinki’s shoulder, teeth scraping along the ridge of his shoulder before tracing over the skin with soft kisses. He could feel Jinki’s body tense under him, the way his butt curled up in desperate thrusts against his body.
“But not…” Jinki managed to gasp out, his eyes snapping open when Minho reached a hand around and grasped his cock, “not today.” He finally got the words out, shaking when he felt Minho biting his shoulder again, before he began to suck on the tender and reddened skin. “I-I promise,” Jinki mumbled, his whole body quivering because he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Okay,” Minho pouted slightly, he wanted to tease Jinki more, but he was getting so close himself, his body wouldn’t allow it. With his free hand he spread Jinki’s butt cheeks, shifting slightly and then angling himself so that his erection could press in between. Minho groaned as he began to thrust, his hips snapping forward in time to the motion he set with his hand. Even this, not full penetration just felt so amazing, the way Jinki’s perfect supple body thrust up against his, made his limbs shudder and his cock just ached so desperately.
Jinki whimpered beneath him, arching his head up, and thrust his body up so powerfully that Minho was hoisted half off the bed. Their bodies sliding steamily together, slick with heat and so much raw passion, that Minho was sure they were creating enough energy to power a small city. Jinki’s moans echoed around the room, so Minho felt even more surrounded with rapture. He wrapped one arm around his waist, clinging so desperately to Jinki, his hips surging forward so quickly.
“Fuck!” Jinki whined in a strained voice, before his body curled up, and Minho shivered hearing the moans flow like honey from his voice as he came. Minho grasped Jinki’s cock for another few seconds but then he grasped his hips firmly for leverage, letting his cock slide slickly in between Jinki’s cheeks. Minho’s limbs went limp for a second, shaking slightly he groaned loudly before he came, his come covering Jinki’s back in a pearly sheen.
“Fuck,” Minho echoed, panting heavily as he shifted off Jinki, feeling completely dazed and out of it. Immediately he lay down and pulled Jinki into his arms, leaning in to smother his face with kisses. He didn’t care if there bed was covered in come, all he cared about was Jinki, gorgeous amazing Jinki. He nibbled on his lower lip before kissing him firmer.
“Jinki, oh Jinki,” Minho whispered, still panting as he lay there with his arms wrapped tight around Jinki, too dazed to even think of say anything else. Jinki nuzzled against him, rubbing like a cat, with his side pressed to Minho’s. Minho stroked Jinki’s chin, smiling goofily when the other boy smiled sleepily at him, he looked as high as a kite. Minho kissed him again, before they twined their bodies together and fell asleep.
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