FANFIC: "All I See Is You (TwoShot)" (SHINee- 2Min & JongKey)
Title: "All I See Is You" TwoShot. Part 2.
Pairings: 2Min (Minho x Taemin), JongKey (Jonghyun x Key)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: A bit of Drama, mostly Fluff
Type: TwoShot/FlashFic.
Rating: PG
Warning: Making out, flirtatious situations, awkward elevator moment.
A/N: This is just something that started out of nothingness... 2Min, what can I say?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, never will be mine.. They belong to themselves and each other and yeah... The idea is mine though! ^.^
Summary: Minho is tired of fighting, Taemin is tired of watching and waiting... They both want the same thing, they just have to take it.
***
They finished dancing early, everyone slightly winded but no worse for the wear. Management had decided it was best they have a few days of ‘lighter’ practice to ensure they were holding up well under the pressure of their slowly busying schedule. So far, so good. Piling into the van they remained in high spirits, light conversation easily maintained for the duration of the quick drive.
“Good practice everyone.” The manager murmured, urging them all out of the van with a cheerful wave. “Relax and I’ll check on you later once I’m done finalizing a few things for the schedule.”
“Alright hyung.” Onew bowed, shepherding the others up the sidewalk and into the building. “We’ll see you later then.”
The elevator doors had hardly closed before Jonghyun was wrapped around Key, the low rumble of his voice and insistent press of his lips to his boyfriend’s throat making the other laugh softly. Arms trapping the more delicate male against his body, Jonghyun leaned against the wall of the elevator and whispered affectionately to his lover.
“Stop it.” Key murmured, resettling back against him. “I think I’m supposed to be mad at you right now.”
“I don’t like that idea.” Jonghyun argued. “So no, I won’t stop.”
Key shivered as lips slid down his throat, disguising the playful nip of teeth that made his pulse jump. “Baby…”
“Hmmm?” Jonghyun practically purred, twisting slightly until Key was between him and the wall of the elevator, the other three promptly forgotten.
Minho sighed and moved over to the front corner of the elevator, as far away from the two as he could be in the confined space. Granted, it was a fairly good-size elevator, but the sudden increase in breathing and the low sounds emitting from the two seemed to make the space shrink at an alarming rate.
Taemin followed Minho’s lead and inched away from the couple, a blush flaring on his cheeks as he ducked his head and hid behind his hair. When the older male moved into the front corner of the elevator, Taemin followed, shivering slightly as Onew’s elbow accidently brushed him before he could slip out of the way.
“Need me yet?” Jonghyun grinned as Key arched and twisted, now pinned between him and the wall.
“Yes.” Key hissed fiercely. “Stop teasing.”
“Can’t you two wait until we’re in the apartment?” Minho snapped, jolting Onew out of his trance. “We’re all still here in the elevator, since you’ve obviously forgotten.”
The oldest shook himself slightly, coughing to clear his throat. “You two should be careful, there’s only so much we could explain away with ‘fan service’ as an excuse…”
“No one even believes that anymore. It’s common courtesy not to fuck in front of us, especially Taemin, in a public place.” Minho made a disgusted noise and let loose some of his irritation, cutting a brief look at Taemin when the youngest curled a hand around his arm. “If you two want to invite Onew into your room to satisfy your need for an audience, fine. But leave us out of it.”
“Minho.” Taemin murmured as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
“Save it.” Minho replied shortly, shaking him off and stalking down the hall to their door, which he quickly unlocked and left open for the following four. Heading straight to his room, he didn’t stop until he was safely in his sanctuary with the door closing behind him.
“Sorry Taemin.” Key murmured as Jonghyun and he moved out of the elevator and down the hall toward the open front door.
“Sorry ‘Min.” Jonghyun grinned somewhat sheepishly, his fingers entwined with Key’s.
“Don’t need to guess what you do every time you get into an elevator.” The Maknae joked softly, shaking his head. “I don’t want to say that I’m used to it, because then you guys might get worse, but…”
“We’re almost used to it.” Onew offered. “Though we shouldn’t be.”
“Alright, alright.” Jonghyun muttered, elbowing the older. “We’ll discuss the fact that you were watching us later.”
Taemin glanced at the three and simply shook his head. There really were no words for the way his life went, sometimes… Just no words at all. It’s a good thing my mom doesn’t know about you, hyungs…
With a muttered oath and no small amount of force, the dark haired male slammed his bedroom door and leaned against it. Minho pressed his forehead to the wood, eyes closing as one hand rose to slap at the surface. For a moment his hand tensed, fingernails scrabbling against the slick surface, before he made himself relax again. All too soon, another muttered oath escaped him, and then another, but he resisted the urge to scream or make any more noise.
Dimly through the muffling presence of the door, he could hear the others moving through the entertainment room. The clearest sounds were those of two wrestling, and Jonghyun’s laugh as the sound of furniture shifting indicated he had tackled Key to the couch. Key muttered something that made Onew laugh, though the elder left the room in favor of solitude as the couple continued to bicker playfully.
“You two behave in front of Taemin, I’m going to get some work done!” Was the eldest’s parting shot.
“I’m not staying out here long.” Taemin muttered teasingly. “I support the opinion it’s disturbing to a child to watch his parents seduce each other…”
“You’re grounded!” Jonghyun snapped as Key laughed again. “Go to your room!”
“That’s boring… Where’s Minho-hyung?” Taemin muttered, his sulky tone carrying easily.
“I think he went to his room, Taeminnie.” Key murmured in his mothering-tone. “Go see if he’s alright.”
‘No… Definitely not alright.’ Minho admitted bitterly, stepping away from the door and throwing himself onto his bed facedown. He curled one arm around his pillow and pulled it closer, tucking it half under his chest, thoughts once again fixed on Taemin.
It was getting harder and harder to watch him dance. To stand there in the background with the other three and watch those hips twist, shoulders shift, arms twine. Watch as his eyes flashed, first with joy and then a sort of knowing light that would soon be the death of not-so-few of their fangirls.
And one of his hyungs besides.
But Tae always seemed so angelic, so sweet and innocent and unaware of his appeal. At least, he used to be, or so Minho used to think. Before he seemed unaware of what he did, what he made the older boy feel just by dancing. He was always their precious maknae, their best dancer, their adorable younger brother (or son). But that was before. Minho could almost say things hadn’t changed… Except…
Except for the curling of his mouth that was the beginning of a knowing smirk, a sexy cast to his features that spoke of confidence in his allure and awareness of his affect on others. Those weren’t the actions of an innocent, though as far as they knew he still was. Taemin was getting more and more alluring, his behavior more enticing, attitude bolder. Sexier, even.
God, Tae… I keep looking at you, wishing I could still see the Maknae we talk about… But all I see is you…
Onew was always laughing. “Our Maknae is growing up!”
The charismatic rapper snorted bitterly. Taemin growing up… If you only knew how aware of that I am, Jinki…
Minho hissed disapprovingly as his mind summoned such an image. That minx-like expression, daring flash of eyes, beckoning smirk. That lazy way of reclining he had, where he stretched his body out and supported himself on his braced hands, head tilted in mute invitation. Whether his eyes a warm brown or falsely-bright blue, they were still beckoning and secretive.
‘Stop thinking about him.’
“Hyung?” Taemin murmured, closing the door behind him and moving across the room on silent feet. “Minho?”
“Tae.” He replied, one cheek pressed to the blanket and eyes firmly closed. “You shouldn’t be in here…”
With me. With the door closed. Coming closer…
“Am I not allowed to visit?” Taemin murmured, sitting on the bed near Minho’s hip, one hand moving to stroke the fairly-long waves of Minho’s hair.
“You shouldn’t.” Minho muttered, pressing his eyes closed even tighter. “Please, Tae.”
“What?” Taemin leaned closer, brushing the strands out of the elder’s face so he could concentrate on those handsome features.
The older performer couldn’t bring himself to reply. Don’t do that…
“Minho?” Taemin crooned, leaning down to sigh into the other’s ear. “Minho, are you alright?”
Dark eyes snapped open and his head tilted, one hand flashing out to catch Taemin’s jaw and hold him for the sudden kiss. There was no hesitation in Minho’s actions as he sat up just enough to make the gesture possible, his mouth meeting Tae’s in a firm brush. Tae’s cinnamon eyes snapped open wide, their gazes locking until Minho’s lips parted and his tongue stroked the younger man’s lower lip.
Perfectly shaped lips melted open on a gasp beneath the assault of Minho's mouth, a weakness he took advantage of with a swift tilt of his head and thrust of his tongue. The surprised-honey sanctuary of Taemin’s mouth was sweet enough to make him growl, the sound flowing into the younger male’s mouth to mix with his soft whimpers and offer further flavor to their kiss. Tae’s lids fluttered and then slid shut, his mouth parting on an eager whimper as he pressed forward for a deeper kiss.
Softening his hold on the younger male’s chin, Minho stroked fingertips along Taemin’s cheeks and then down his throat, caressing the shivering skin. Tae whined again, this time as Minho’s tongue withdrew. The inexperienced maknae made a soft sound of protest, his tongue darting out to brush along Minho’s lips and flick timidly past his teeth to stroke the roof of his mouth.
“Please.” The soft desperation in Tae’s voice made Minho purr approvingly, the sound making the younger shiver. “Minho, please.”
“What?” Min smiled faintly, nipping at Tae’s lower lip before sucking at it gently. “Talk to me, Tae.”
“Kiss me again.” Tae whispered, lashes lifting so his desperate gaze could meet Minho’s sensually confidant one. “God please, hyung.”
Watching the younger male sit there and shiver, half-drunk on a few short kisses, it was suddenly all too easy to see how young he was. The realization crashed over Minho instantly, making him withdraw slightly as he began to mutely curse himself.
“Hyung…”
“You don’t know what you’re asking…” Minho murmured, exhaling in surprise when the younger man pushed his shoulder and shoved him onto his back. “Tae-”
“You act like I’m too young to know.” He hissed, climbing over Minho’s body and planting his hands on the headboard so he could lean down and speak against the elder’s mouth. “Like I don’t understand. Living the way we do, do you honestly think I can avoid that?”
“Avoid-” Minho muttered, hissing when Tae shifted his hips ever so slightly. “Tae, don’t-”
“We live with Jonhyun and Key.” Taemin replied with a fierce narrowing of his gaze. “There is no way to avoid figuring that out, hyung. They’ve been having sex longer than I care to imagine.”
Minho stared at him mutely for a moment. “When did you-”
“Look at me.” Tae begged, one hand smacking the pillow besides Minho’s face. “Hyung please just look at me. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Minho swallowed softly, nervously. “I am looking at you, Tae.”
Taemin sighed. “Then stop looking and kiss me again… I’m tired of just standing in the background looking. Aren’t I allowed to want anything?”
“Of course you are, Tae… And you know we’ve always looked out for you.” Minho half sat up, lifting one hand to stroke the younger male’s cheek.
“Well now I’m looking out for me.” Tae murmured, leaning forward to sigh against his lips. “And I see something I want. So kiss me again, hyung, because all I see is you.”
***
So, I hope you enjoyed that. ^.^ Please do comment! More of everything soon... Better stuff too, I hope. This was really just an overly-long drabble! XP
Pairings: 2Min (Minho x Taemin), JongKey (Jonghyun x Key)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: A bit of Drama, mostly Fluff
Type: TwoShot/FlashFic.
Rating: PG
Warning: Making out, flirtatious situations, awkward elevator moment.
A/N: This is just something that started out of nothingness... 2Min, what can I say?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, never will be mine.. They belong to themselves and each other and yeah... The idea is mine though! ^.^
Summary: Minho is tired of fighting, Taemin is tired of watching and waiting... They both want the same thing, they just have to take it.
***
They finished dancing early, everyone slightly winded but no worse for the wear. Management had decided it was best they have a few days of ‘lighter’ practice to ensure they were holding up well under the pressure of their slowly busying schedule. So far, so good. Piling into the van they remained in high spirits, light conversation easily maintained for the duration of the quick drive.
“Good practice everyone.” The manager murmured, urging them all out of the van with a cheerful wave. “Relax and I’ll check on you later once I’m done finalizing a few things for the schedule.”
“Alright hyung.” Onew bowed, shepherding the others up the sidewalk and into the building. “We’ll see you later then.”
The elevator doors had hardly closed before Jonghyun was wrapped around Key, the low rumble of his voice and insistent press of his lips to his boyfriend’s throat making the other laugh softly. Arms trapping the more delicate male against his body, Jonghyun leaned against the wall of the elevator and whispered affectionately to his lover.
“Stop it.” Key murmured, resettling back against him. “I think I’m supposed to be mad at you right now.”
“I don’t like that idea.” Jonghyun argued. “So no, I won’t stop.”
Key shivered as lips slid down his throat, disguising the playful nip of teeth that made his pulse jump. “Baby…”
“Hmmm?” Jonghyun practically purred, twisting slightly until Key was between him and the wall of the elevator, the other three promptly forgotten.
Minho sighed and moved over to the front corner of the elevator, as far away from the two as he could be in the confined space. Granted, it was a fairly good-size elevator, but the sudden increase in breathing and the low sounds emitting from the two seemed to make the space shrink at an alarming rate.
Taemin followed Minho’s lead and inched away from the couple, a blush flaring on his cheeks as he ducked his head and hid behind his hair. When the older male moved into the front corner of the elevator, Taemin followed, shivering slightly as Onew’s elbow accidently brushed him before he could slip out of the way.
“Need me yet?” Jonghyun grinned as Key arched and twisted, now pinned between him and the wall.
“Yes.” Key hissed fiercely. “Stop teasing.”
“Can’t you two wait until we’re in the apartment?” Minho snapped, jolting Onew out of his trance. “We’re all still here in the elevator, since you’ve obviously forgotten.”
The oldest shook himself slightly, coughing to clear his throat. “You two should be careful, there’s only so much we could explain away with ‘fan service’ as an excuse…”
“No one even believes that anymore. It’s common courtesy not to fuck in front of us, especially Taemin, in a public place.” Minho made a disgusted noise and let loose some of his irritation, cutting a brief look at Taemin when the youngest curled a hand around his arm. “If you two want to invite Onew into your room to satisfy your need for an audience, fine. But leave us out of it.”
“Minho.” Taemin murmured as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
“Save it.” Minho replied shortly, shaking him off and stalking down the hall to their door, which he quickly unlocked and left open for the following four. Heading straight to his room, he didn’t stop until he was safely in his sanctuary with the door closing behind him.
“Sorry Taemin.” Key murmured as Jonghyun and he moved out of the elevator and down the hall toward the open front door.
“Sorry ‘Min.” Jonghyun grinned somewhat sheepishly, his fingers entwined with Key’s.
“Don’t need to guess what you do every time you get into an elevator.” The Maknae joked softly, shaking his head. “I don’t want to say that I’m used to it, because then you guys might get worse, but…”
“We’re almost used to it.” Onew offered. “Though we shouldn’t be.”
“Alright, alright.” Jonghyun muttered, elbowing the older. “We’ll discuss the fact that you were watching us later.”
Taemin glanced at the three and simply shook his head. There really were no words for the way his life went, sometimes… Just no words at all. It’s a good thing my mom doesn’t know about you, hyungs…
With a muttered oath and no small amount of force, the dark haired male slammed his bedroom door and leaned against it. Minho pressed his forehead to the wood, eyes closing as one hand rose to slap at the surface. For a moment his hand tensed, fingernails scrabbling against the slick surface, before he made himself relax again. All too soon, another muttered oath escaped him, and then another, but he resisted the urge to scream or make any more noise.
Dimly through the muffling presence of the door, he could hear the others moving through the entertainment room. The clearest sounds were those of two wrestling, and Jonghyun’s laugh as the sound of furniture shifting indicated he had tackled Key to the couch. Key muttered something that made Onew laugh, though the elder left the room in favor of solitude as the couple continued to bicker playfully.
“You two behave in front of Taemin, I’m going to get some work done!” Was the eldest’s parting shot.
“I’m not staying out here long.” Taemin muttered teasingly. “I support the opinion it’s disturbing to a child to watch his parents seduce each other…”
“You’re grounded!” Jonghyun snapped as Key laughed again. “Go to your room!”
“That’s boring… Where’s Minho-hyung?” Taemin muttered, his sulky tone carrying easily.
“I think he went to his room, Taeminnie.” Key murmured in his mothering-tone. “Go see if he’s alright.”
‘No… Definitely not alright.’ Minho admitted bitterly, stepping away from the door and throwing himself onto his bed facedown. He curled one arm around his pillow and pulled it closer, tucking it half under his chest, thoughts once again fixed on Taemin.
It was getting harder and harder to watch him dance. To stand there in the background with the other three and watch those hips twist, shoulders shift, arms twine. Watch as his eyes flashed, first with joy and then a sort of knowing light that would soon be the death of not-so-few of their fangirls.
And one of his hyungs besides.
But Tae always seemed so angelic, so sweet and innocent and unaware of his appeal. At least, he used to be, or so Minho used to think. Before he seemed unaware of what he did, what he made the older boy feel just by dancing. He was always their precious maknae, their best dancer, their adorable younger brother (or son). But that was before. Minho could almost say things hadn’t changed… Except…
Except for the curling of his mouth that was the beginning of a knowing smirk, a sexy cast to his features that spoke of confidence in his allure and awareness of his affect on others. Those weren’t the actions of an innocent, though as far as they knew he still was. Taemin was getting more and more alluring, his behavior more enticing, attitude bolder. Sexier, even.
God, Tae… I keep looking at you, wishing I could still see the Maknae we talk about… But all I see is you…
Onew was always laughing. “Our Maknae is growing up!”
The charismatic rapper snorted bitterly. Taemin growing up… If you only knew how aware of that I am, Jinki…
Minho hissed disapprovingly as his mind summoned such an image. That minx-like expression, daring flash of eyes, beckoning smirk. That lazy way of reclining he had, where he stretched his body out and supported himself on his braced hands, head tilted in mute invitation. Whether his eyes a warm brown or falsely-bright blue, they were still beckoning and secretive.
‘Stop thinking about him.’
“Hyung?” Taemin murmured, closing the door behind him and moving across the room on silent feet. “Minho?”
“Tae.” He replied, one cheek pressed to the blanket and eyes firmly closed. “You shouldn’t be in here…”
With me. With the door closed. Coming closer…
“Am I not allowed to visit?” Taemin murmured, sitting on the bed near Minho’s hip, one hand moving to stroke the fairly-long waves of Minho’s hair.
“You shouldn’t.” Minho muttered, pressing his eyes closed even tighter. “Please, Tae.”
“What?” Taemin leaned closer, brushing the strands out of the elder’s face so he could concentrate on those handsome features.
The older performer couldn’t bring himself to reply. Don’t do that…
“Minho?” Taemin crooned, leaning down to sigh into the other’s ear. “Minho, are you alright?”
Dark eyes snapped open and his head tilted, one hand flashing out to catch Taemin’s jaw and hold him for the sudden kiss. There was no hesitation in Minho’s actions as he sat up just enough to make the gesture possible, his mouth meeting Tae’s in a firm brush. Tae’s cinnamon eyes snapped open wide, their gazes locking until Minho’s lips parted and his tongue stroked the younger man’s lower lip.
Perfectly shaped lips melted open on a gasp beneath the assault of Minho's mouth, a weakness he took advantage of with a swift tilt of his head and thrust of his tongue. The surprised-honey sanctuary of Taemin’s mouth was sweet enough to make him growl, the sound flowing into the younger male’s mouth to mix with his soft whimpers and offer further flavor to their kiss. Tae’s lids fluttered and then slid shut, his mouth parting on an eager whimper as he pressed forward for a deeper kiss.
Softening his hold on the younger male’s chin, Minho stroked fingertips along Taemin’s cheeks and then down his throat, caressing the shivering skin. Tae whined again, this time as Minho’s tongue withdrew. The inexperienced maknae made a soft sound of protest, his tongue darting out to brush along Minho’s lips and flick timidly past his teeth to stroke the roof of his mouth.
“Please.” The soft desperation in Tae’s voice made Minho purr approvingly, the sound making the younger shiver. “Minho, please.”
“What?” Min smiled faintly, nipping at Tae’s lower lip before sucking at it gently. “Talk to me, Tae.”
“Kiss me again.” Tae whispered, lashes lifting so his desperate gaze could meet Minho’s sensually confidant one. “God please, hyung.”
Watching the younger male sit there and shiver, half-drunk on a few short kisses, it was suddenly all too easy to see how young he was. The realization crashed over Minho instantly, making him withdraw slightly as he began to mutely curse himself.
“Hyung…”
“You don’t know what you’re asking…” Minho murmured, exhaling in surprise when the younger man pushed his shoulder and shoved him onto his back. “Tae-”
“You act like I’m too young to know.” He hissed, climbing over Minho’s body and planting his hands on the headboard so he could lean down and speak against the elder’s mouth. “Like I don’t understand. Living the way we do, do you honestly think I can avoid that?”
“Avoid-” Minho muttered, hissing when Tae shifted his hips ever so slightly. “Tae, don’t-”
“We live with Jonhyun and Key.” Taemin replied with a fierce narrowing of his gaze. “There is no way to avoid figuring that out, hyung. They’ve been having sex longer than I care to imagine.”
Minho stared at him mutely for a moment. “When did you-”
“Look at me.” Tae begged, one hand smacking the pillow besides Minho’s face. “Hyung please just look at me. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Minho swallowed softly, nervously. “I am looking at you, Tae.”
Taemin sighed. “Then stop looking and kiss me again… I’m tired of just standing in the background looking. Aren’t I allowed to want anything?”
“Of course you are, Tae… And you know we’ve always looked out for you.” Minho half sat up, lifting one hand to stroke the younger male’s cheek.
“Well now I’m looking out for me.” Tae murmured, leaning forward to sigh against his lips. “And I see something I want. So kiss me again, hyung, because all I see is you.”
***
So, I hope you enjoyed that. ^.^ Please do comment! More of everything soon... Better stuff too, I hope. This was really just an overly-long drabble! XP