Chapter Twenty-One
Title: To Write Love on His Arms
Pairing: 2min, Jongkey (if you squint)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, fluff, smut, high school, romance
Summary: Minho is one of the most popular boys in school and has his world come crashing down around him when he has to move. Taemin has had a crush on Minho since he could remember and decided he was going to do something about it with his last chance to make his move.
On the weekend Minho promised to visit the elder boy was wrapping his arms around Taemin tightly and swaying him in his arms. His nose was buried in the pale slender neck and he was inhaling the earthy scent of Taemin. The auburn haired boy had always smelled natural, almost like sandalwood. It drove Minho crazy as he rubbed soothing circles into the small of Taemin’s back.
Neither said a word as they stood in a simple embrace in the foyer of Myungsoo’s home. No words were needed to demonstrate their need for the other’s presence. It was all said in actions, in the gentle touches and sweet kisses. Taemin’s fingers curled tightly into Minho’s jacket and his eyes shut tight. He had waited three weeks to see him again and he was scared that if he opened his eyes it would all turn out to be a dream.
The two finally pulled apart after the need to talk and hear each others’ voices became too much. “How do you like your new school?” Taemin asked softly, taking a hold of Minho’s hand and slowly leading him up to his room.
“It’s the same thing as our school just different people. Its crazy how many people ask you out when you’re the new kid. You think they’d get the hint after awhile…” Minho sighed and linked their fingers, happy with the contact.
Taemin opened the undecorated white door and raised an eyebrow. “How many times have you already been asked out?” The area was nothing like his old room. It held no personality and never would because they were moving out before he could even leave his mark on the place.
“Over ten and I’ve only been there five days. I’m too happy with you to even want to think about dating them…” Minho smiled and sat down on Taemin’s bed, pulling the teen down with him so they were lying together. “What have you done to me Taemin?”
“Let your softie side come out…” The auburn haired boy giggled happily and poked his boyfriend gently. They rolled together so they were facing one another, but also holding onto each other softly.
Minho brushed a stray lock away from Taemin’s face and smiled softly. “You never told me how the week back to school was for you.”
Taemin rolled his eyes. “The girls you used to date are all over me thinking that you’ve left me and such things. The popular crowd has moved to my table and they think I’m a poser. I can’t help that I’m just naturally a better person then they are.”
“You are…” Two calloused thumbs brushed over the supple skin of small hips and Taemin arched slightly.
Already? God. I missed him but… Yea I’m ready for another time if he keeps looking at me like that… Omo… I think I stained my boxers… It’s impossible to look that sexy and… oh… oh… yes please...
Warm hands scaled over smooth skin in a slow dance, mouths meeting in a heated kiss as the younger lifted off the bed, chasing those searing palms that caressed up his body and down his sides. A gentle moan slipped from his mouth as he closed his eyes, kissing Minho slowly, all the need and frustration since their seperation building up and boiling over. Their bodies hummed with desire as their clothes were slowly discarded, hands mapping out planes of skin beneath trepid fingertips. Taemin felt as if he were on fire with ever touch that Minho provided for him.
The preparation was slow and time consuming. Minho took care to memorize every silken inch of the younger boy's skin, tracing his mouth from his lips to his waist, tongue flicking out to taste the flesh beneath his mouth. He was gentle, moving at a languid pace as he worked his way down, stopping at the swollen erection that previously bumped his cheek. Minho sucked him in, hollowing his mouth as he held down the tiny hips, bobbing his head a few times with the tightened vacuum of his mouth before pulling off with a light pop.
The moaning that Taemin was making stopped and he whined in protest, his fingers digging into Minho's hair and tugging lightly to get him to continue. Minho ignored Taemin's pleas and slipped down further, tongue softly trailing over the younger male's balls for a moment before going lower. His hands gently spread the globes of his ass and the warm, wet muscle licked a stripe over the puckered opening, causing the boy to yelp in surprise and jerk off the bed for a moment before relaxing back and opening his legs more for his hyung.
It wasn't often that the smaller boy was treated with this kind of care and he relished in it as Minho softly lapped at his hole before working in the tiny muscle into the opening. Tiny sounds of bliss came from the younger boy's mouth as his toes curled into the sheets as Minho tongue worked him open slowly and his hand stroked at his erection in the same languid pace. He gave a sound of protest when Minho pulled back and nearly pulled him back in to feel that sweet, gentle pleasure again, but when fingers replace what was once there, he gave a moan of content and melted back into the bed.
Taemin's hips rolled on instinct, letting the fingers deep within him rub against his sweet spot slowly. He felt on edge already, like he was going to explode, but Minho wouldn't let him. The elder would stop and pause their actions, making the boy calm down before he would continue. Everything moved so slowly, but Taemin felt like he was going to die from sheer pleasure as he snapped his hips in time with Minho's fingers before they were removed as well.
Anticipation built between them as Minho prepared his own aching erection before flipping Taemin onto his side and slidding up behind him, making the boy mewl and arch his back. He lifted his leg into the air as Minho aligned himself before slowly easing into the tight heat, making Taemin moan and grab at the sheets in front of him. He felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and adjust his body to pull him closer, making him give a soft moan of pleasure as another hand kept his leg suspended in midair.
Minho began his rhythmic rocking, slow at first as he kissed at the younger boy's shoulder, leaving small love bites where they could easily be covered by a shirt. Every little moan and sound that Taemin made shot through his system and straight to his groin and he pressed deep into the small body. Taemin reached up, tangling his fingers in the elder boy's hair as he felt the chiseled chest press into his back and his body ached in the sweet bliss provided by him.
Everything moved so slowly as soft cried of pleasure echoed in the room and the slender male felt his leg lowered just slightly as Minho let go to touch up his sides tenderly and then back down to wrap around his neglected erection. The warm hands tugged at him insistently and in time with the deep, sharp thrusts from behind. The building pressure became too much and the boy gave a shout, his face burying into the pillow beside him as his body tensed, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets tightly.
Minho was quick to follow, emptying with the boy's body before he slowed down and gently slipped out. He kissed at the sweaty neck and pulled the blankets over their bodies to keep them warm. The two curled up like that, Taemin with his back pressed to Minho's chest.
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“So Taemin, have you heard from Minho lately… I bet you haven’t.” A really snotty girl was leaning over Taemin’s desk in his history class as he tried to look over notes for a test. The constant hounding about was he really dating Minho was wearing thin on his nerves. Then there would be these girls that would actually say he wasn’t with him anymore directly to his face.
He looked up, his eyes slightly a blaze with anger. “Actually I saw him this weekend and this is his class ring…” Taemin held up a slender hand. On his thumb was a large ring. It was platinum with a large sapphire placed in the middle. The initials CM were on one side and down the other was a soccer ball. Their class year was also scrolled below the stone.
“No way! There’s no way he gave you his ring!” The willowy, whining girl snatched at Taemin’s hand and he rolled his eyes in response.
“He did,” Right after we dwindled down from our sex craved high… Damn him for haunting me during school… “Now go tell your posse that Choi Minho is still dating me.” He shooed her away and she stomped off. By the end of the day he was no longer bugged about being a poser or about his relationship with Minho.
--
Four hours away, in a completely different high school a certain soccer player sat bored at his lunch table. He slowly pulled out a long chain from beneath his shirt and toyed with the trinkets at the end. After he had given Taemin his ring the other boy had insisted Minho take something of his. So he grabbed his favorite necklace and tossed it his way.
Even if Minho had thought it was stupid at the moment, he really appreciated it during the boring school hours. He had traced every line on the dangling jewelry and still found that Taemin was etched into every contour of the charms. It helped him from going crazy with boredom as he ignored the girl trying to desperately cling to his arm.
“That’s a pretty necklace… where did you get it?” The brunette flipped her hair back and she smiled. She was pretty, nice big eyes lined in the right amount of eyeliner. But her looks fell on blinded eyes.
Minho nodded and traced the trinkets, the sharp points digging into his skin. “Yea…”
“Where’d you get it?”
“The love of my life gave it to me over the weekend… it used to be his but he wanted me to have something to remember him by until we could talk again…” Minho sighed heavily and let the chain slink back into his shirt. It was cool against his abdomen as it fell halfway down his stomach.
The girl looked a bit confused. “You are in love?”
Minho merely nodded and laid his hand on the cafeteria table. He couldn’t wait to get home to talk to Taemin again. His heart pounded happily at the thought and he grinned brightly even though no one knew why. Minho was happy and he would not let a few popular people bring him down.
Chapter 22
Pairing: 2min, Jongkey (if you squint)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, fluff, smut, high school, romance
Summary: Minho is one of the most popular boys in school and has his world come crashing down around him when he has to move. Taemin has had a crush on Minho since he could remember and decided he was going to do something about it with his last chance to make his move.
On the weekend Minho promised to visit the elder boy was wrapping his arms around Taemin tightly and swaying him in his arms. His nose was buried in the pale slender neck and he was inhaling the earthy scent of Taemin. The auburn haired boy had always smelled natural, almost like sandalwood. It drove Minho crazy as he rubbed soothing circles into the small of Taemin’s back.
Neither said a word as they stood in a simple embrace in the foyer of Myungsoo’s home. No words were needed to demonstrate their need for the other’s presence. It was all said in actions, in the gentle touches and sweet kisses. Taemin’s fingers curled tightly into Minho’s jacket and his eyes shut tight. He had waited three weeks to see him again and he was scared that if he opened his eyes it would all turn out to be a dream.
The two finally pulled apart after the need to talk and hear each others’ voices became too much. “How do you like your new school?” Taemin asked softly, taking a hold of Minho’s hand and slowly leading him up to his room.
“It’s the same thing as our school just different people. Its crazy how many people ask you out when you’re the new kid. You think they’d get the hint after awhile…” Minho sighed and linked their fingers, happy with the contact.
Taemin opened the undecorated white door and raised an eyebrow. “How many times have you already been asked out?” The area was nothing like his old room. It held no personality and never would because they were moving out before he could even leave his mark on the place.
“Over ten and I’ve only been there five days. I’m too happy with you to even want to think about dating them…” Minho smiled and sat down on Taemin’s bed, pulling the teen down with him so they were lying together. “What have you done to me Taemin?”
“Let your softie side come out…” The auburn haired boy giggled happily and poked his boyfriend gently. They rolled together so they were facing one another, but also holding onto each other softly.
Minho brushed a stray lock away from Taemin’s face and smiled softly. “You never told me how the week back to school was for you.”
Taemin rolled his eyes. “The girls you used to date are all over me thinking that you’ve left me and such things. The popular crowd has moved to my table and they think I’m a poser. I can’t help that I’m just naturally a better person then they are.”
“You are…” Two calloused thumbs brushed over the supple skin of small hips and Taemin arched slightly.
Already? God. I missed him but… Yea I’m ready for another time if he keeps looking at me like that… Omo… I think I stained my boxers… It’s impossible to look that sexy and… oh… oh… yes please...
Warm hands scaled over smooth skin in a slow dance, mouths meeting in a heated kiss as the younger lifted off the bed, chasing those searing palms that caressed up his body and down his sides. A gentle moan slipped from his mouth as he closed his eyes, kissing Minho slowly, all the need and frustration since their seperation building up and boiling over. Their bodies hummed with desire as their clothes were slowly discarded, hands mapping out planes of skin beneath trepid fingertips. Taemin felt as if he were on fire with ever touch that Minho provided for him.
The preparation was slow and time consuming. Minho took care to memorize every silken inch of the younger boy's skin, tracing his mouth from his lips to his waist, tongue flicking out to taste the flesh beneath his mouth. He was gentle, moving at a languid pace as he worked his way down, stopping at the swollen erection that previously bumped his cheek. Minho sucked him in, hollowing his mouth as he held down the tiny hips, bobbing his head a few times with the tightened vacuum of his mouth before pulling off with a light pop.
The moaning that Taemin was making stopped and he whined in protest, his fingers digging into Minho's hair and tugging lightly to get him to continue. Minho ignored Taemin's pleas and slipped down further, tongue softly trailing over the younger male's balls for a moment before going lower. His hands gently spread the globes of his ass and the warm, wet muscle licked a stripe over the puckered opening, causing the boy to yelp in surprise and jerk off the bed for a moment before relaxing back and opening his legs more for his hyung.
It wasn't often that the smaller boy was treated with this kind of care and he relished in it as Minho softly lapped at his hole before working in the tiny muscle into the opening. Tiny sounds of bliss came from the younger boy's mouth as his toes curled into the sheets as Minho tongue worked him open slowly and his hand stroked at his erection in the same languid pace. He gave a sound of protest when Minho pulled back and nearly pulled him back in to feel that sweet, gentle pleasure again, but when fingers replace what was once there, he gave a moan of content and melted back into the bed.
Taemin's hips rolled on instinct, letting the fingers deep within him rub against his sweet spot slowly. He felt on edge already, like he was going to explode, but Minho wouldn't let him. The elder would stop and pause their actions, making the boy calm down before he would continue. Everything moved so slowly, but Taemin felt like he was going to die from sheer pleasure as he snapped his hips in time with Minho's fingers before they were removed as well.
Anticipation built between them as Minho prepared his own aching erection before flipping Taemin onto his side and slidding up behind him, making the boy mewl and arch his back. He lifted his leg into the air as Minho aligned himself before slowly easing into the tight heat, making Taemin moan and grab at the sheets in front of him. He felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and adjust his body to pull him closer, making him give a soft moan of pleasure as another hand kept his leg suspended in midair.
Minho began his rhythmic rocking, slow at first as he kissed at the younger boy's shoulder, leaving small love bites where they could easily be covered by a shirt. Every little moan and sound that Taemin made shot through his system and straight to his groin and he pressed deep into the small body. Taemin reached up, tangling his fingers in the elder boy's hair as he felt the chiseled chest press into his back and his body ached in the sweet bliss provided by him.
Everything moved so slowly as soft cried of pleasure echoed in the room and the slender male felt his leg lowered just slightly as Minho let go to touch up his sides tenderly and then back down to wrap around his neglected erection. The warm hands tugged at him insistently and in time with the deep, sharp thrusts from behind. The building pressure became too much and the boy gave a shout, his face burying into the pillow beside him as his body tensed, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets tightly.
Minho was quick to follow, emptying with the boy's body before he slowed down and gently slipped out. He kissed at the sweaty neck and pulled the blankets over their bodies to keep them warm. The two curled up like that, Taemin with his back pressed to Minho's chest.
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“So Taemin, have you heard from Minho lately… I bet you haven’t.” A really snotty girl was leaning over Taemin’s desk in his history class as he tried to look over notes for a test. The constant hounding about was he really dating Minho was wearing thin on his nerves. Then there would be these girls that would actually say he wasn’t with him anymore directly to his face.
He looked up, his eyes slightly a blaze with anger. “Actually I saw him this weekend and this is his class ring…” Taemin held up a slender hand. On his thumb was a large ring. It was platinum with a large sapphire placed in the middle. The initials CM were on one side and down the other was a soccer ball. Their class year was also scrolled below the stone.
“No way! There’s no way he gave you his ring!” The willowy, whining girl snatched at Taemin’s hand and he rolled his eyes in response.
“He did,” Right after we dwindled down from our sex craved high… Damn him for haunting me during school… “Now go tell your posse that Choi Minho is still dating me.” He shooed her away and she stomped off. By the end of the day he was no longer bugged about being a poser or about his relationship with Minho.
--
Four hours away, in a completely different high school a certain soccer player sat bored at his lunch table. He slowly pulled out a long chain from beneath his shirt and toyed with the trinkets at the end. After he had given Taemin his ring the other boy had insisted Minho take something of his. So he grabbed his favorite necklace and tossed it his way.
Even if Minho had thought it was stupid at the moment, he really appreciated it during the boring school hours. He had traced every line on the dangling jewelry and still found that Taemin was etched into every contour of the charms. It helped him from going crazy with boredom as he ignored the girl trying to desperately cling to his arm.
“That’s a pretty necklace… where did you get it?” The brunette flipped her hair back and she smiled. She was pretty, nice big eyes lined in the right amount of eyeliner. But her looks fell on blinded eyes.
Minho nodded and traced the trinkets, the sharp points digging into his skin. “Yea…”
“Where’d you get it?”
“The love of my life gave it to me over the weekend… it used to be his but he wanted me to have something to remember him by until we could talk again…” Minho sighed heavily and let the chain slink back into his shirt. It was cool against his abdomen as it fell halfway down his stomach.
The girl looked a bit confused. “You are in love?”
Minho merely nodded and laid his hand on the cafeteria table. He couldn’t wait to get home to talk to Taemin again. His heart pounded happily at the thought and he grinned brightly even though no one knew why. Minho was happy and he would not let a few popular people bring him down.
Chapter 22