Happy Birthday Taeminnie [4 Jongtae drabbles]
These are not really meant to be linked together, like these are parts of Jongtae's relationship. But when I had them planned out, it seemed like they could be lol
Read them how ever you like ^^
These are also my very first SHINee fanfics/drabbles
Title: I want to ride my bicycle
Author: cablackwood
Rating: G
Genre: general
Summary: Jonghyun teaches Taemin to ride a bike
Words: 892
“Taemin!” The young boy heard his name being yelled from behind him.
Taemin was speeding down the hill, the wind whipping him in the face, his legs peddling the bike faster and faster. He was so excited that he was able to finally ride a bike, one of the greatest moments in a young child’s life. And it was thanks to his neighbor and best friend, Jonghyun.
Taemin had begged and pleaded the nine year old to teach him how to ride a bike. He was tired of always watching the older speed down the street and of him only being able to ride on his handle bars. He wanted to learn, to be able to take the training wheels off and ride next to him. So after three days of constant pestering and numerous puppy eyes and pouts aimed at the other, he had gotten his wish. Jonghyun had finally agreed to teach him.
Which is what led them to this afternoon. They had used Jonghyun’s bike and after an hour of Jonghyun trailing behind him, his hand on the back of the seat, he was able to ride all by himself. Without Jonghyun, who was currently yelling for him to slow down.
Even through his joyful laughter, Taemin could hear the worry in his hyung’s voice. That was when he noticed that the street kept getting steeper and steeper and at the end of the street, it curved. Taemin panicked.
He was going way too fast to be able to make the turn safely. Struggling to remember how to stop, Taemin shouted, “Hyung! I can’t stop!”
Jonghyun kept trying to catch up with the younger, but he was too far ahead of him and going too fast. “Peddle backwards!” He shouted into his hands that he had cupped around his mouth, making his words that much louder.
Taemin did just that but he did it too hard, immediately stopping and causing himself to swing around and fall to the ground. On instinct, Taemin shout his hands out in front of himself to catch his fall. His palms scrapped across the concrete, red marks marring his hands. He collapsed onto the ground, and even though his was wearing pads and a helmet, he was hurt enough to cry.
Jonghyun ran to Taemin’s side, dropping down to his knees, hands going to his shoulders to roll him over, checking to see if he was hurt. “Taeminnie, are y-,” his question died on his tongue when he heard the younger’s broken sobs. Taemin was clutching his hands to his chest, curling in on himself.
“Taemin, where are you hurt?” he asked, trying to pull the younger into a sitting position.
Sobbing painfully, Taemin kept his arms close to his chest thinking that that would stop the pain.
“Taemin, show me where it hurts,” Jonghyun said, gently pulling Taemin’s arms away from his body. Taemin let him, showing the older the wounds on his palms and forearm.
Jonghyun winced at seeing the red marks running across each of Taemin’s palms and down his right forearm. Jonghyun got behind the younger and helped him to his feet.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” When he got a small head shake as a reply, he began to lead him back to his house.
“Let’s get you fixed up, ne?”
Taemin sniffled, “What about,” sniffle, “your bike?” He glanced over his shoulder to look at the bike still in the middle of the street.
Pulling the front door to his house open, Jonghyun just shook his head, “Leave it. We got to get you cleaned up first.” He smiled a crooked grin as he pulled Taemin into the bathroom, opening the cabinet to get the first aid kit. Taemin sniffled as he sat down on the toilet lid, hands still cradled to his chest while Jonghyun opened the box pulling out the necessary things.
Pouring some disinfectant onto a cotton ball, Jonghyun said, “Give me your hands.”
Taemin hesitantly removed his hands from his chest, knowing that the disinfectant would sting. Jonghyun carefully dabbed the cotton across Taemin’s palm, ignoring the hisses of pain and small jerks that came from him. He kept a firm grip on his hand and proceeded to clean Taemin’s other wounds.
Jonghyun had cleaned and bandaged his palms and was onto his one scrapped forearm when he said, “Next time, don’t slam on the brakes,” Jonghyun threw the cotton swab away and pulled out the tube of antiseptic, applying a generous amount on the larger scrape.
“Huh?” Taemin mumbled innocently, his eye focused on what the older was doing.
“Next time when you have to stop,” Jonghyun kept his head down as he spoke, attention on the band aid he was unwrapping, “don’t slam on the brakes. Gently peddle backwards. So you won’t go flying off next time.” Jonghyun smiled up at Taemin.
“Sorry, I got scared,” Taemin said blushing.
Jonghyun chuckled, patting Taemin’s helmet.
“Good thing you had this on. That looked like it could have been a lot worse.”
Taemin lowered his head, “Thank you.”
Jonghyun wrapped his arms around the little boy’s waist, embracing him in a small hug. When he pulled back, he looked Taemin in the eyes and smiled a face splitting smile.
“What do you say, want to try again?” he paused, “Without the crashing this time?”
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Title: You’ll never know unless you try
Author: cablackwood
Rating: PG
Genre:….fluff perhaps
Summary: Taemin suggests that he and Jonghyun should experiment
Words: 636
Jonghyun and Taemin sat across from each other, both cross legged, Taemin with his hands folded in his lap and Jonghyun with his hands resting on the younger’s knees. Slowly leaning forward, Jonghyun kept repeating Taemin’s words in his mind, “It wouldn’t hurt to try,” and if he were to be honest with himself, it really wouldn’t. Like Taemin had said, no one really knew whether they were gay or straight unless they had the experience of being with a male or female. Be that in a relationship, sex , or just something as simple as a kiss.
And that was the thought that brought Jonghyun’s lips to the other’s.
The kiss was very light and hesitant, both not really knowing what to do. Jonghyun had kissed a girl before, but never a boy. He didn’t know how this should go, so he tilted his head to the side a bit more, adding a little bit more pressure, deciding that he should be the one to take charge, even though it had been Taemin to suggest that they kiss.
Jonghyun slowly pulled away after a few seconds of just letting their lips touch, noting that Taemin had held his breath through the whole kiss, the younger breathing a little heavily.
Blinking his eyes open, Taemin stared at the older.
“So….” Taemin trailed off.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Jonghyun said shyly, “It wasn’t horrible. I didn’t feel like it was wrong?” He ended the statement as a question, wanting the boy to say the same or be ready to deny it if the younger had felt differently. “You?” he let his hand slip from his shoulder.
Taemin hesitated, thinking of how to word what he felt the right way, “I…it wasn’t bad, but it could have been better.” Taemin blushed. “M-maybe we should try it again?”
Jonghyun nodded his head and shifted closer to the younger, placing a hand on the back of Taemin’s neck to make him meet him halfway.
This time when their lips connected, they knew what the other’s lips would feel like, so they weren’t focused on that. This time they could focus on exploring and experimenting. Getting to fully determine whether or not they liked kissing each other.
Closing his eyes, Jonghyun tilted his head to the side and slowly, shyly, sucked the younger’s bottom lip in between his own. Taemin responded by adding more pressure on his lips and sliding his arms around the older’s neck, pulling him closer.
This time, instead of feeling unsure, Jonghyun felt his heart quicken just the slightest and he had the sudden urge to slide his tongue inside the younger’s mouth, wanting to know how he tasted. Jonghyun felt that if he wanted to be closer to the younger my melding their mouths together, then maybe that meant that he liked to kiss boys.
But did Taemin?
He got his answer when he slid his tongue across Taemin’s lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss and he only hesitated for a moment before he parted his lips and allowed the Jonghyun inside.
When their tongues met, they both sighed, the tension in Taemin’s body evaporating immediately. He held onto Jonghyun tighter, pulling himself closer to him and eventually placing himself onto the older’s lap.
They briefly broke away, both needing the oxygen and also to look each other in the eye, trying to silently ask if this is really what they both wanted and whether they should continue or not.
Jonghyun, already knowing that he wanted this, he pressed a hand firmly across Taemin’s back, pushing him towards him, and connected their lips again. This time, there was not hesitance at all. They both knew that they enjoyed the other’s lips to theirs and that maybe this little experiment was worth it.
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Title: Untitled
Author: cablackwood
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jongtae sex
Words: 445
Jonghyun threaded his fingers through Taemin’s hair, grabbing a handful and pulling him up. Taemin hissed at the slight pain, but a shiver wracked through his entire sweat glistened body. Taemin straightened, leaning all his weight back onto Jonghyun’s bare torso when he felt his chest meet the heated skin of his back. Taemin panted harder as Jonghyun took advantage of the new tightness Taemin’s entrance created. Jonghyun snapped his hips forward as Taemin pushed his back, both dying to meet their ends.
Wrapping an arm around Taemin’s torso to keep him steady and pull him closer, Jonghyun allowed his other hand to slide down and firmly grasp Taemin’s heated arousal. Taemin groaned loudly as the older’s calloused hand made a vise like grip in him before he started pumping him at a rapid pace.
At every slide of skin on skin, Taemin became dizzier and dizzier, not sure if he was falling or still wrapped tightly in Jonghyun’s arms. But one precise shot to that little bundle of nerves, and Taemin came crashing back down, body shuddering as each jab after sent bolts of electricity throughout his entire body; knees becoming weak, arms and torso shaking. Taemin could feel his emending orgasm nearing.
Head lulling to the side, Taemin breathed into Jonghyun’s ear, “J-j-jonghyun” he moaned as he was pounded into harder and faster.
A violent shudder struck Jonghyun as he felt his name fall from Taemin’s lips. Oh god! he was close. He had to lessen his pace a little before he came before he pushed Taemin over, but he refused to slow down his pumps on the younger’s cock.
Taemin gasped, knowing he was only inches away from completion, he begged Jonghyun to pump him faster, thrust harder, hold him tighter to him, anything to push him over. And Jonghyun did just that. He began thrusting into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls, at a blinding speed. And right as he felt the waves of his own release hit him, he felt Taemin’s walls clench around him, and he bent down to bite the pale shoulder in front of him in an attempt to muffle his cries.
Taemin shook violently as ropes of come shot into Jonghyun’s waiting hand, gasping the other’s name.
As both their orgasms melted away Jonghyun thrusted shallowly into Taemin, not able to control his hips. The both stayed like that for a moment, both on their knees, Taemin leaning on Jonghyun for support before he lifted one of his arms and reached behind him, his hand cupping the back of Jonghyun’s head, pulling him into a deep, sweet, energy consuming kiss.
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Title: I called cause I miss you
Author: cablackwood
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Taemin makes a call home while he is away
Words: 615
Taemin sat in the corner of the practice room, cell phone pressed up against the side of his face, the sound of the phone ringing filling his ear.
He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take just communicating through texts or e-mails. He had to hear Jonghyun’s voice speaking to him, not caring that he was going to have to pay out the ass for this one solitary phone call home.
Being separated from the other, he could handle. They’ve had to do that once or twice in their relationship. But being separated by just an hour long drive verses entire continents and oceans was a different thing. It wasn’t like he could hop in the car and head down the street to his house. Jonghyun was in Korea and Taemin was in America. He wasn’t going to be able to see Jonghyun.
Each second that Jonghyun didn’t pick up the phone, Taemin’s heart sank even lower. He couldn’t handle the one time he tried to call the other and him not answer. His heart couldn’t handle it.
He began to play with a loose thread in his shirt when he heard the other line pick up.
“Hello?” The voice on the other side mumbled groggily.
Taemin’s breath hitched in his throat. It had been so long since he had heard that voice, he forgot exactly what it could do to him.
“Jonghyun?” Taemin chocked out.
There was silence on the other end, then the rustling of sheets. He knew that it was late at night in Korea at the moment, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Taemin?” He sounded a lot more awake, and a little disbelieving that Taemin was calling him.
Taemin smiled through the tears. “Hey,” the word come out breathless.
“W-what are you doing calling?” That question would have hurt had he not heard the smile behind it.
“I got tired of talking to you through messaging.”
They both sat in silence for a moment basking in their happiness of having heard the other’s voice in so long.
“How is New York?” Jonghyun finally broke the silence.
Taemin chuckled, “This place never slows down. It’s too crowded and noisy. I feel so out of place here. I’m scared most of the time, but not as much as I used to be. And the people are rude. Everything is overly expensive, I’m struggling with learning English…” Taemin trailed off.
“But you love it.” Jonghyun finished for him.
Taemin smiled. Even through the phone, while they were both hundreds of miles away from each other, Jonghyun could still read Taemin as if he were indeed an open book. “But I love it.” A tear rolled down his cheek, “But I miss you so much.” Taemin whispered.
He briefly heard the sound of muffled sniffles from the other line.
“But you’ll be coming back home for Christmas, remember?” He said it like he was trying to remind the both of them. Which he most likely was.
At that moment, his dance instructor clapped her hands and said that they were about to start up practice again.
His heart heavy, Taemin said, “I have to go now.” A small sob broke through his lips. It was too soon. He hadn’t heard his lover talk for long enough. But Taemin knew that no matter how much time he was given to speak with the other, it would never be enough, not for him.
“Taeminnie?”
Taemin nodded his head, even though the other couldn’t see, not trusting his voice.
“It was nice to hear your voice again.”
Taemin looked up to the ceiling, trying to stop his tears.
“It was nice to hear your voice too.”
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A/N: I am currently out of it right now and getting rather pissed off at LJ, so I’ll go back and edit this later. I just wanted to get this posted before Taemin’s birthday was over ^^