[Ficlet] #09
Title: Worth It
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #09 - Touch Me
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 989
Summary: Minho has never ever felt so much want, so much everything and all and more than what he sees in Taemin's eyes.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. If you see mistakes or something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written for Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. 39 to go.
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#09 - Touch me
When Minho feels Taemin’s silent moan reverb throughout his body, he groans. He wants to feel skin against skin, his hands and lips and everything touching Taemin’s body and his heart and his soul.
The burning sensation is back and stronger than it ever was.
There is something that he can’t understand in him, in what happens with them when they touch. Nothing could have ever prepared him for that. Or so he thinks until Taemin’s eyes lock with his own. Maybe it is only inside his mind, but Minho sees the volcanic eruption that is born between them.
Those black, black, black pupils are wanton and desperate and so, so, so needy.
Giving his powers, giving the fact that he needs iron control over them if he wants to touch people, Minho is surprised when he realizes that his hand is making a blue-ish sort of mark in Taemin’s flesh.
“Don’t worry. Nothing more is going to happen. The Boss doesn’t allow Yoochun to take care of small bruises like those. He could, but he can’t.”
“Do you realize you don’t make sense, right?” asks Yunho, his playful attitude coming out a bit. “Not for them, at least.” He is smiling at Jaejoong.
There is a voice inside Minho’s brain that knows that he should understand what they are talking about. He doesn’t, of course, because… Taemin is looking at him, his angel face turned devilish with unrestrained desire.
It stops being about what their powers do when they are together, when they touch, and becomes something about that boy that first caught Minho’s attention before he knew anything about him.
His gaze is fixed in Taemin’s lips, and he should, he should… he should look elsewhere but he can’t, can’t can’t. The only thing he feels, through the daze Jaejoong’s liquor left him in, is the raw want that boils in his stomach.
He loses it when Taemin mouths his name in another silent moan.
Or wants to lose it. When he is closing the distance that makes their lips apart, Yunho and Jaejoong grab them successfully ending all potential contact.
“That strong?” Yunho asks, raising one eyebrow at Jaejoong.
“Apparently. I haven’t seen something this passionate since…”
When they look at each other, Minho understands. Understands that they share something that is far more than what he is feeling now. But… He doesn’t want them to stop him when Taemin is just there, waiting, squirming under Jaejoong’s hands and…
“Calm down, Minho. Calm down.” Yunho advises. “You need to get out of here and understand a few things. Important information.”
He has a comment dancing in the tip of his tongue. He is close to call them every swear adjective he knows. Making them drink that and end like they are now and not allow him to touch Taemin…
Apparently, Taemin must think exactly the same because he groans and fights Jaejoong harder.
“Shit,” Jaejoong says, and Minho, any other time, would have felt ashamed of how much he enjoys Jaejoong’s discomfort. “Call them now! I don’t want to upset this two more than necessary!”
“Kibum, where are you?” Minho frowns. Yunho is talking to the air, looking pointedly at one of the security cameras he hadn’t realized that were there. “Can you three come right now?”
He wants to ask who are they talking to, who are those three, but all he can do is stare at Taemin’s eyes, drown in them. Yunho holds him with more strength and shakes him. Giving Minho’s physical aptitudes is not an easy task, but Yunho manages to leave his arm bruised with fingers’ marks.
“They are too far gone,” Jaejoong observes. Minho nods, of course. “I wasn’t thinking it could hit them that hard. Yunho, let’s be kind. Just this time,” he implores, making eyes at Yunho.
“If you get caught, I know nothing of this,” he says, letting go of Minho and turning around.
When Taemin sees him free, he moans again, claiming him back. Minho steps closer and his hand finds its way to Taemin’s lower back. He shifts closer to Minho, as closer as he is able to with Jaejoong still holding Taemin’s arms.
“Come, follow me,” Jaejoong says, walking out of the room. “Try to… not be obvious.”
Minho can’t see who are they passing and who not. He doesn’t register their voices. All he feels, all he wants is more of Taemin, more of that addictive sensation that makes his hands submissive to what is happening, to where their needs want to take them. It doesn’t even matter as long as he can keep Taemin close, closer, closest.
Jaejoong guides them through corridors with no end in what seems like an eternity of wasted time. The lights and security cameras are flickering off a step or two ahead, but their senior doesn’t look concerned. He stops in front of a white door and opens it for them, letting go of Taemin.
“Don’t come out until me or Yoochun come pick you up, understood? I would say how much time you have before someone comes but it would be useless. Enjoy yourselves.”
He pushes them inside and closes the door with a heavy thud. Minho looks at where he disappeared and forces his eyes to see in the darkness of the room. Dizzy head or not, dying of lust or not, a voice in the back of his head is telling him that maybe this is a trap, that maybe they are going to be screwed over when the Director or the executive personal comes and sees where they are. How they are: drunk and out of control.
And he would have cared more about that if it wasn’t for Taemin.
“Touch me, touch me, touchme Minho” he begs.
Minho decides that whatever the consequences it is worth it and kisses Taemin harder than he has ever kissed any of his flings back home.
Author: debsk
Claim: Minho/Taemin
Prompt: #09 - Touch Me
Fandom: SHINee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 989
Summary: Minho has never ever felt so much want, so much everything and all and more than what he sees in Taemin's eyes.
Notes/Warnings: This is an Alternative Universe with superpowers and mentions of much more people than the SHINee members. SM Town family is too interesting not to have them in the same AU. If you see mistakes or something that does not make sense, I would be thankful if you point it out ^_^
Written for Table Set 5 from 50ficlets. 39 to go.
1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14| 15| 16| 17| 18| 19| 20| 21| 22| 23| 24| 25| 26| 27| 28| 29| 30| 31| 32| 33| 34| 35| 36| 37| 38| 39| 40| 41| 42| 43| 44| 45| 46| 47| 48| 49| 50
#09 - Touch me
When Minho feels Taemin’s silent moan reverb throughout his body, he groans. He wants to feel skin against skin, his hands and lips and everything touching Taemin’s body and his heart and his soul.
The burning sensation is back and stronger than it ever was.
There is something that he can’t understand in him, in what happens with them when they touch. Nothing could have ever prepared him for that. Or so he thinks until Taemin’s eyes lock with his own. Maybe it is only inside his mind, but Minho sees the volcanic eruption that is born between them.
Those black, black, black pupils are wanton and desperate and so, so, so needy.
Giving his powers, giving the fact that he needs iron control over them if he wants to touch people, Minho is surprised when he realizes that his hand is making a blue-ish sort of mark in Taemin’s flesh.
“Don’t worry. Nothing more is going to happen. The Boss doesn’t allow Yoochun to take care of small bruises like those. He could, but he can’t.”
“Do you realize you don’t make sense, right?” asks Yunho, his playful attitude coming out a bit. “Not for them, at least.” He is smiling at Jaejoong.
There is a voice inside Minho’s brain that knows that he should understand what they are talking about. He doesn’t, of course, because… Taemin is looking at him, his angel face turned devilish with unrestrained desire.
It stops being about what their powers do when they are together, when they touch, and becomes something about that boy that first caught Minho’s attention before he knew anything about him.
His gaze is fixed in Taemin’s lips, and he should, he should… he should look elsewhere but he can’t, can’t can’t. The only thing he feels, through the daze Jaejoong’s liquor left him in, is the raw want that boils in his stomach.
He loses it when Taemin mouths his name in another silent moan.
Or wants to lose it. When he is closing the distance that makes their lips apart, Yunho and Jaejoong grab them successfully ending all potential contact.
“That strong?” Yunho asks, raising one eyebrow at Jaejoong.
“Apparently. I haven’t seen something this passionate since…”
When they look at each other, Minho understands. Understands that they share something that is far more than what he is feeling now. But… He doesn’t want them to stop him when Taemin is just there, waiting, squirming under Jaejoong’s hands and…
“Calm down, Minho. Calm down.” Yunho advises. “You need to get out of here and understand a few things. Important information.”
He has a comment dancing in the tip of his tongue. He is close to call them every swear adjective he knows. Making them drink that and end like they are now and not allow him to touch Taemin…
Apparently, Taemin must think exactly the same because he groans and fights Jaejoong harder.
“Shit,” Jaejoong says, and Minho, any other time, would have felt ashamed of how much he enjoys Jaejoong’s discomfort. “Call them now! I don’t want to upset this two more than necessary!”
“Kibum, where are you?” Minho frowns. Yunho is talking to the air, looking pointedly at one of the security cameras he hadn’t realized that were there. “Can you three come right now?”
He wants to ask who are they talking to, who are those three, but all he can do is stare at Taemin’s eyes, drown in them. Yunho holds him with more strength and shakes him. Giving Minho’s physical aptitudes is not an easy task, but Yunho manages to leave his arm bruised with fingers’ marks.
“They are too far gone,” Jaejoong observes. Minho nods, of course. “I wasn’t thinking it could hit them that hard. Yunho, let’s be kind. Just this time,” he implores, making eyes at Yunho.
“If you get caught, I know nothing of this,” he says, letting go of Minho and turning around.
When Taemin sees him free, he moans again, claiming him back. Minho steps closer and his hand finds its way to Taemin’s lower back. He shifts closer to Minho, as closer as he is able to with Jaejoong still holding Taemin’s arms.
“Come, follow me,” Jaejoong says, walking out of the room. “Try to… not be obvious.”
Minho can’t see who are they passing and who not. He doesn’t register their voices. All he feels, all he wants is more of Taemin, more of that addictive sensation that makes his hands submissive to what is happening, to where their needs want to take them. It doesn’t even matter as long as he can keep Taemin close, closer, closest.
Jaejoong guides them through corridors with no end in what seems like an eternity of wasted time. The lights and security cameras are flickering off a step or two ahead, but their senior doesn’t look concerned. He stops in front of a white door and opens it for them, letting go of Taemin.
“Don’t come out until me or Yoochun come pick you up, understood? I would say how much time you have before someone comes but it would be useless. Enjoy yourselves.”
He pushes them inside and closes the door with a heavy thud. Minho looks at where he disappeared and forces his eyes to see in the darkness of the room. Dizzy head or not, dying of lust or not, a voice in the back of his head is telling him that maybe this is a trap, that maybe they are going to be screwed over when the Director or the executive personal comes and sees where they are. How they are: drunk and out of control.
And he would have cared more about that if it wasn’t for Taemin.
“Touch me, touch me, touchme Minho” he begs.
Minho decides that whatever the consequences it is worth it and kisses Taemin harder than he has ever kissed any of his flings back home.