An Odd Taste of Nostalgia

Mar 01, 2013 16:03

Title: An Odd Taste of Nostalgia
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Smut, romance, au
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,500
Summary: This isn't usually what kids do in a homemade tent, is it?


“Jonghyun, will you get the corner of this blanket for me?” Key summons.

Jonghyun glances over his shoulder from where he is crouched on his apartment’s carpeted floor, attempting to erect a sofa cushion. “But…I’m setting up the walls,” he bellyaches, childish.

Key rolls his eyes. “Just help me, will you? If it rains, we don’t want our home to be roofless.”

Jonghyun smiles dotingly at the statement and wordlessly complies, standing and clutching two corners of the blanket, backing up to let it stretch out to its full length. Kibum is holding the remaining two corners of the olive-colored cover, lips bunching into a small, thoughtful bundle on the corner of his face.

“Is here good?”

“Looks fine to me.”

Key tosses Jonghyun a blasé glimpse. “You sure sound distracted.”

“No, no, I’m listening,” Jonghyun insists, round, chocolate eyes locking with his best friend’s.

Key’s eyes narrow, but he nods nonetheless. “All right, let’s drop it here.”

Jonghyun obeys and smoothly lets the blanket settle over the dining room chairs that the couple had earlier placed in order to support the quilt. As soon as it falls into place, Jonghyun eagerly slips under the cover without consent, disappearing into the unfinished shelter.

“Jjong, you asshole! We’re not finished yet!”

“'Bum, it looks awesome in here! It’s so cozy.”

Key exhales intensely. He can’t find it in him to be annoyed when Jonghyun acts like a preschooler seeing snow for the first time. His lips arch into a half-smile and he straightens out the chairs, allowing the blanket to drape more ably, usefully blocking out the natural light that leaks through the windows along the perimeter of the apartment.

Jonghyun doesn’t come out of the fort until it’s near done. He appears after Key had positioned the sofa cushions properly as a sturdy (but soft!) barrier, after he’d strung peach lights along the interior, after he’d taped a little sticky note to the ‘entrance’, reading ‘Jonghyun and Kibum’s house -  DO NOT ENTER’.

“Wow, looks perfect,” Jonghyun smiles proudly as if he’d made the masterpiece himself, arms akimbo.

Key swats at his bicep. “No thanks to your lazy ass.”

Jonghyun pecks the peak of Key’s cheekbone, and that seems to be enough to shut him up (for now, at least).

They collect a lifetime supply of food (or so it seems...) and Jonghyun’s guitar, then proceed to burrow into the comfortable space beneath the quilt, pillows crowded around the border and limiting space, but nevertheless, keeping it welcoming and comfy.

“How old are we again?” is the first thing Key says-well, laughs-as they settle into their fort.

Jonghyun’s lips tip up fondly. “Does it matter?”

Key doesn’t answer, instead drawing open a bag of candy. He reaches in and pops one into his mouth, sighing through his nostrils at the familiar taste. Jonghyun elevates a brow at the action and Kibum simply utters, “Memories.”

Jonghyun smiles in understanding, then positions his guitar over his lap capably despite the restricted room. He tunes it for a couple of minutes, strumming out some chords while Key purely observes with round eyes, heartstrings tugging at the perfection that sits in front of him, that belongs to him.

Jonghyun grins around the pick in his mouth, eyes arching into slits as he meets the younger man’s gaze. “Sit back and relax, doll,” he coos sleazily, now pinching his red pick between his fingers. “This one is for you.”

Key feigns upchucking, and Jonghyun offers a playful glare.

Key really enjoys listening to Jonghyun play, listening to the hollow sounds of his guitar, the cadenced beat of his knuckles knocking against the acoustic instrument. What he really adores, though, are the lyrics that Jonghyun serenades him with, but he won’t be admitting that anytime soon (Jonghyun already knows of his love for it, of that they’re both aware).

Key continues to eat his candy until the bag is emptied. Even then, Jonghyun is still playing. He plays perhaps four songs before taking a break, setting his guitar aside.

“It’s like a private concert, just for you,” Jonghyun beams cheekily, reaching into the bag of candy only to find nothing. Key flushes when Jonghyun’s eyes broaden in incredulity.

“You ate all of it? Damn, Key.”

“Shut up,” Key barks.

Jonghyun crawls forward an inch closer, just so he’s close enough to pucker his lips and have them mesh with Key’s. The younger’s lids fall shut automatically and his body stills.

Jonghyun pulls back so there is a breath of space between them, eyes situated on that small, pink set of lips. “I love you.”

Key responds by tossing his unfilled candy bag away, hand sneaking to the nape of the elder’s neck to force him into another kiss, this one more bruising.

A sound of approval toils from the depths of Jonghyun’s throat, sounding lazy and gravely and it really turns Key on more than it should. He slides his hands down the other’s back, fingers splayed, until he reaches his ass. He grabs handfuls of it and Jonghyun breaks the kiss to drop his head between his shoulders, breath now jagged.

“Well this escalated quickly,” Key smirks.

“You-fuck you, Kibum.”

“Oh, already starting with the dirty talk, are we?”

Jonghyun lifts his head, but he isn’t glaring like Key predicts. His eyes are naive, tentative, and if Key isn’t mistaken, his cheeks are a bit pink, too.

“I…I don’t want dirty talk tonight,” he mumbles.

Key’s hands freeze on Jonghyun’s backside. He licks his lips at the way Jonghyun sucks his lower lip into his mouth, uneasy, then, once again, finds himself worrying because he’s more turned on right now than he should be.

“Okay,” Key agrees, pulling Jonghyun into his lap comfortably.

Jonghyun enthusiastically settles onto the younger man, knees on either side of him. His teeth become more daring as they nip and tug at Key’s bottom lip, and at the action the latter tightens his hold on Jonghyun’s ass.

“Quit that,” Jonghyun gasps, breaking away again.

“Quit what?” Key plays dumb, but the astute smirk on his lips is more than enough to prove his fault.

Jonghyun merely scowls, then begins to rock his hips at an experimentally indolent tempo.

Key tips his head back, sighing at the nice feeling of pressure that arises between his legs. “Yeah,” he whispers, soundless, enjoying the light friction. Jonghyun continues to roll his hips in lingering, slow circles, making sure to drag each roll out for as long as he can. Key’s brows are lifted above his closed eyes, relaxation diminishing any other sensation other than the pleasure in his groin.

Jonghyun dips his head down to attach his plump lips to Key’s neck, kissing upwards. He reaches his sharp jaw and sucks soothingly at the angle, and Key emits a breathy, barely-there chuckle.

Jonghyun gives the blonde a cautious look, though a bit of insecurity brims in his eyes, as if he’d done something wrong. His hips slow to a halt.

“No, don’t stop,” Key demands, and Jonghyun tamely continues his lazy movements. “I just-this isn’t usually what…what kids do in a homemade tent, is it?” he struggles to ask in a croaky voice.

Jonghyun shares a chuckle himself. “I don’t think so. But it’s okay.”

Key rolls his eyes, but when Jonghyun’s bulge grinds down directly against his own, his brown orbs get caught in the back of his head, staying there as his head tilts back further, mouth falling open in a soundless moan.

He plants his hands on Jonghyun’s hips then, finding the strength to straighten up and lift his head. “Wait, wait,” he says, voiceless. The elder’s movements die down and he understands immediately, crawling off of the blonde man.

“Hop on,” Jonghyun drags his tongue over his top row of teeth seductively, opening a leg and leaning back to balance on a single elbow.

Key shakes his head affectionately and snorts, but he can’t deny the half-smile that teases at his lips. “What is this, a bad porno?”

“Just c’mere,” Jonghyun beckons, impatient.

Key submits and straddles Jonghyun’s hips, supporting himself on his forearms. He wets his lips so they shimmer; he knows Jonghyun likes that. Predictably, the elder’s eyes zone in right on his mouth.

They commence a frenzy of fanatical kissing then, a major contrast from their previously slow-moving actions. Within minutes of making out, clothes become an issue and Key removes his shirt, as does Jonghyun. They both take a moment to admire each other’s bodies, both very different in numerous ways. The older man raises a hand to cup just under Key’s armpit so he can press a thumb to his nipple. Key’s breath catches and he arches a little.

“You’re so gorgeous, so, so gorgeous…”

Key covers Jonghyun’s hand with his own, then lifts it to his mouth, lips rounding around one of the digits unexpectedly, sucking. The sounds of his lips pulling back and forth are so much louder in the quiet of their fort, the slick noises trapped and repressed, for their ears only. Jonghyun’s eyes never coast from Key’s, clouded and more hyper than before.

While Key persists with salivating Jonghyun’s fingers, he drops his hands to his belt, unbuckling it. Jonghyun bites his lip habitually, keeping his hand up so Key can properly lubricate.

Key’s mouth pops off of Jonghyun’s soaked fingers obscenely. He rolls around humorously as he attempts to rid of his pants and boxers in the small space, and Jonghyun laughs, amused as he watches.

The younger huffs when he returns to his spot, looming over the elder. “Hush,” he murmurs. “Just get your fingers in me already.”

“Y’know, when you say stuff like that, it’s hard to refrain from dirty talk,” Jonghyun exhales, nestling one finger into Key’s tight heat. Key’s muscles clench around it, his brows tucking inward at the intrusion.

“You’re the one who wanted to be all sentimental tonight. If you wanna start monologuing, then go for it,” Key gasps, curling his fingers into a pillow above Jonghyun’s head for leverage as the elder’s digit pumps at an easy pace.

“Monologuing,” Jonghyun mouths, eyes rolling.

Key sucks in a sharp breath when another finger is shoved inside of him, separating from the first in order to stretch him open. He opens his eyes halfway (since it’s all he can manage), and stares down at Jonghyun, the way he looks so concentrated, so captivated with Key’s face, like he’s gauging his reactions and expressions, trying to find just which buttons to push.

“Fuck,” Key whispers harshly, then bites his lip afterward, eyes squeezing shut yet again.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jonghyun reminds softly, free hand reaching up to cup the side of the younger’s neck, thumb pressing lightly against his Adam’s apple. It shifts under the pad of his finger as Key swallows, and Jonghyun’s eyes darken.

“Three?” Jonghyun makes sure.

Key nods frantically, supposedly unable to achieve coherency.

Jonghyun manages to wiggle another finger into the tense, narrow space. Key pushes back against the elder’s fingers, whispering a mantra of unintelligible words that Jonghyun assumes are curses. Key was never good at suppressing dirty words during sex, and Jonghyun appreciates that now, at his own request, his lover is trying his best to keep things clean (well…as clean as clean gets during sex).

“Kiss me,” Key breathes hysterically, like those are his final words, urgency lacing his guttural tone.

Jonghyun elevates himself on his elbow yet again, lips pressing to the blonde man’s. He swallows up more than a few moans from his lover, and in less than thirty seconds Key breaks the kiss that he had wanted in the first place, burrowing into the crook of Jonghyun’s neck.

“Ready… Ready, ‘m ready,” he rambles in a mumble.

Jonghyun withdraws his fingers and Key whimpers, hating the emptiness he now feels, the way his hole clenches around the open air, desperate for something to fill him up.

“We’re not doing this without lube,” Jonghyun mutters, sitting up.

“Are…Are you serious?” Key complains, following suit. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, chest rising and falling rather hastily. “You must be kidding. I…I was being totally sexy and now you’re gonna stop? What’s an intimate night without dry sex?”

Jonghyun offers a dull look. “It’s nothing, Kibum. You think it’s romantic when I rip your asshole open?”

Key doesn’t meet his gaze. “It could be,” he tries.

Jonghyun sighs and lifts the blanket, crawling out of the fort without further quarrel. Key puffs his cheeks and reaches between his thighs, wrapping his thin, long fingers around his untouched erection. He hisses at the pleasure, beginning a fairly brisk pace. Release is getting closer and he knows he should stop, but it just feels so damn good. He slows his hand reluctantly, a hazy drone of rational level-headedness reminding him that he needs to save his orgasm for Jonghyun.

So he just strokes himself idly, eyes lidded. When Jonghyun returns, he is bare, a tiny, already uncapped bottle in his possession. When he sees Key, he pauses, fleetingly mesmerized.

Key smirks sluggishly, breathing out a teeny chuckle through his nose. “Hi.”

Jonghyun gulps and coats his fingers. “Hi.”

Key doesn’t need instructions as he lay back, settling into the carpet beneath him, head cushioned on a couch pillow. Jonghyun occupies the space above Key, hovering on his palms and knees, and suddenly the golden glow that radiates from the ambiance is all the more romantic.

“Wow,” Key blurts thoughtlessly, face stunned.

Jonghyun freezes. “What?”

“You’re just…” His eyes soften, lips parting to form a couple silent phrases before he smiles weakly, shaking his head. “You’re just…amazing. Beautiful.” His cheeks take on a rosy tint.

Jonghyun swallows and his Adam’s apple nods, his own cheeks blazing with a shade of red. Key’s eyes catch the movement, and the atmosphere just gets that much heavier, that much more intimate.

The elder lowers his lube-slick palm to his cock, spreading the cool liquid onto his burning hot flesh. He whimpers before dropping his hand, plucking up a condom he'd presumably grabbed when he'd earlier left. He shoots Key an apologetic glimpse. “I wasn’t gonna use one…” he starts embarrassedly, but Key just shakes his head.

“Inside, tonight…” Key’s teeth toy at his lip, clearly stalling.

Jonghyun cracks a small grin. “Say it.”

“Kim Jonghyun, you said you want this to be a romantic night!”

“And I think hearing you say you want me,” Jonghyun murmurs, trailing open-mouthed kisses along Key’s collar, “is the most romantic thing in the world.”

“It’s just dirty.”

“It’s sexy and intimate,” Jonghyun insists.

“Just get in me,” Key grumbles, statement quick.

“What was that?” croons Jonghyun.

“Get. In. Me.” Key glares at the man above him, making damn sure he’d heard clearly.

Jonghyun positions himself. “You sure you’re ready? I don’t know if I’m convinced…”

Key sighs melodramatically, figuring he won’t be able to escape such a situation when it comes to his lover. He looks up through his eyelashes, tongue swiping over his swollen lips uneasily. “I-I want to feel you inside of me…I want you to fill me up.” His thick brows pull together before he sighs again, massaging his forehead with his palm. “I can’t do this,” he gripes.

“Actually, that was rather…nice…”

Key glances up only to see Jonghyun flushed a pretty red color, eyes large. The younger laughs genuinely.

“That seriously turned you on? What a pervert.”

“Shut up! You’re sexy, okay?”

“Okay,” Key grins, getting comfortable, legs parting wider. “Do your thing already, old man.”

Jonghyun seems to momentarily pout, a contemplative look on his features. Key knows he would never back down from something so tempting, though, and in seconds, he feels his lower back aching as Jonghyun enters, inch by inch.

Key’s body automatically curves into an arch, his neck giving out, head thrown back. It always hurts, but it’s also a relief, in a way, to feel so full.

Jonghyun doesn’t waste any time, his hips drawing back and thrusting forward at an even, moderate pace right from the get-go. Key’s mouth hangs open, a moan without sound drawing from his throat.

“God, Kibum,” Jonghyun grunts, and Key shivers at the use of his true name. “You’re always so tight…How do you always stay so…” He drops his head between his shoulders, groaning, “…tight.”

Key smiles through the mess of pleasure and pain, hands finding leverage on Jonghyun’s biceps. “You flatter me,” he breathes.

Jonghyun chuckles, and after that, for a while, the only exchange is through pleasured groans and desperate whimpers.

Key can tell when Jonghyun really feels the effects of what his body causes, can tell when Jonghyun is getting closer, just on the edge. He locks his ankles behind the elder’s back, nails scraping as his hands migrate to Jonghyun’s shoulder blades, arms twining around his back.

“Shit, baby,” he gasps, body rubbing against the carpet with each swift drive of Jonghyun’s hips.

“Kibum,” Jonghyun whines, hand reaching between the snug gap of their scorching, perspiring bodies, fingers curling around the younger’s flailing erection. Key sobs, legs tightening around Jonghyun as a wordless encouragement.

Jonghyun pumps him clumsily considering most of his focus seems to be centered on thrusting into the body below him. His teeth catch onto Key’s ear, tongue toying with one of the silver beads before his forehead drops to the other man’s shoulder, breath coming out dangerously ragged. “I’m so close,” he whispers.

Key doesn’t need telling twice. “Jonghyun, come for me,” he begs, voice gruff, deep. Jonghyun’s hips pick up the pace. “Just-dear god-come for me, baby.”

With a high-pitched whimper of Key’s name, Jonghyun does come. He releases into Key, coming undone right above him, eyes squeezed shut so tightly that his brows are pulled together almost utterly, wrinkles appearing on his forehead. Key basks in the feeling, shoulders shuddering as he stares upwards, glassy eyes hooding as he observes Jonghyun how no one else does, how no one else is allowed.

Promptly, Jonghyun draws himself from Key, his release dripping down the younger’s thighs and onto the fibers of the carpet, but hell if either of them care at the moment.

The elder man begins stroking Key’s cock at an impossible speed, fist nothing but a blur as he works it expertly, wrist twisting. Key tosses his head to the side, panting heavily into the pillow, legs twitching open wider.

“Ah,” he gasps, fingers clutching vainly for the carpet.

Sliding a hand up to lace his fingers with Key’s, Jonghyun lowers his head, lips wrapping around the head of the blonde’s angry erection. He receives a delighted moan in response, and not a moment later does he begin enthusiastically sucking, heated mouth urging Key to his peak.

“Ah, fuck fuck fuck, don’t stop oh god-” Key blabbers, much like he always does when getting close.

Jonghyun hums around him seeing as he can’t properly communicate, and with one last suck and hollowing of his cheeks, Key is coming, muscles quivering ridiculously, mouth falling open as he cries out a word that vaguely sounds like Jonghyun’s name.

Key opens his eyes halfway as he catches his breath, vision half-black, gaze set on his lover as said man swallows thickly, a bit of Key’s release still alluringly dotting the swell of his lips and the corners of his mouth. Key shivers, sitting up with the little strength he has, tongue eagerly lapping up the excess.

Jonghyun stills, eyes widening as he lets Key do as he pleases.

“My god, you little slut,” he grumbles as Key draws back, smirk tipping the blonde’s moist, puffy lips.

“You love it,” he whispers, and from the way Jonghyun’s gaze shyly averts his own, he knows he’s right.

“Aish, I think you gave me carpet burn,” complains Key in sudden realization, rubbing at his back.

Jonghyun huffs. “Sorry.”

There is a short, precious moment of silence before Key pipes up again.

“Have enough stamina for another round?”

Jonghyun blinks, flabbergasted. “You must be kidding.”

“Oh, right. I should have known an old man like you couldn’t handle two times in a row,” mutters Key slyly, lashes batting, eyes wet and daring.

Jonghyun grits his teeth. “…Fine. But you’re topping. I’m tired.”

“Perfect,” Key speaks with a catty grin, and Jonghyun gulps as he’s pushed back.

The elder falls onto the carpet with a sigh, arms winding around his lover. “It’s going to be a long night.”

“Damn right,” Key laughs, and for the rest of the night, there isn’t much discussion.

(Until morning, that is, at what time Jonghyun complains about his carpet burn.)

A/N: well it's been ages since I've posted and it seems lj got all fucked up while I was gone. OTL

anywho, this is my first ever smut I've posted. \o/ I mean like, pure smut and not just a snippet like I usually do. I don't feel confident about my smut, but I decided to post this anyway. I've written a lot of smut, just never posted it because I don't think it deserves to see the light of day orz

hope you can enjoy. and I hope I haven't failed too badly with this. ;;

jongkey, oneshot

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