fic: Boys Will Be Boys
Title: Boys Will Be Boys
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Jonghyun/Minho
Genre: Broship/PWP
Warnings: None
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minho lives with a lecherous waiter with a tight butt. Sometimes, he wishes he can annul that first statement.
Word Count: 4,239w
a/n: I like Jonghyun as a ho. Feels got the best of me-thanks for the inspiration squickz. Btw this shit was beta-ed half-assed. Excuses excuses :)
He didn’t ask for much more than a clean sink and an underwear-free TV corner.
But God forbid that Minho would at /least/ expect a little common courtesy.
Say like, an apartment that didn’t always smell like desperate sex. Or a roommate who would at least have the decent to open all the windows and air out the place every once in a while; to spare Minho the easy but trifling task.
Damn...and you'd think a person would take a loud hint with as many Febreeze bottles left in front of his bedroom door. Granted he mostly used them to spray down his wardrobe. And after he took a shit. As a matter of fact, found 101 other ways to utilize the product instead of for its intended purpose.
Minho grits his teeth and finally pushes the door open, the bag of incense on the verge of sweating in his hand from the climbing mewls on the other side; now, actually entering, he tries to ignore the fresh scent of sweat and juice; the familiar and invasive swell tightening his gut and the damn near popping in his ears from the intense sound of smacking bellies.
He'd do best, to be honest, avoiding the living room altogether. With careful mind to create his fourth (fifth?) Craigslist ad for the couch later on, turning a deaf ear to the blond's complaints about the "shit being perfectly" fine" as he snuffs his pockets for every fucking tip Jonghyun had earned from the country club restaurant he was miraculously employed at (though Minho has a sneaking suspicion-no, a no-brainer- that that had much to do with Jonghyun wooing and boning some visiting senator's daughter for the opportunity.)
Alas, he ends up forgoing these warnings and post-its, and can't help but stare at the erotic scene on the leather couch as he steps out of his shoes and wanders into the small kitchen for a cold one- a kitchen that oh so conveniently looks out upon the living room like whomever the architect was had it out for Minho's more personal frustrations.
He leans on the counter with his elbows, allowing the chilly buzz of the beer to flood his body with the hopes of calming its sudden excitement. Bitterly, he looks at Jonghyun's powerful hips, the stone cold expression of pleasure on his face in breeding his bitch of the day- an honor quite unbecoming of barely legal Ivy League gals and the wives of seasoned judges, but who was Minho to cluck at him? Jonghyun was a man like he was. Jonghyun had the right to participate in crash courses. Jonghyun...
...has just smoothly slid up, using no hands to fuck her now, thighs wide while a wet smirk laces his lips. The smacking condenses when he speeds up his thrusts, causing the girl's vibrating moans to heighten, her flipped skirt bouncing on her stomach, tits grasped and kneaded to the sure euphoria of Jonghyun's embedded, "pretty boy" dick coursing through her body.
From the angle she’s in, Minho knows she hadn’t seen him come in, much less heard with all the overly dramatic racket she was making. Jonghyun, however, who has a clear vantage point-Minho knows he's well aware of his presence even though he doesn’t acknowledge it.
This is proven when the co-inhabiting manwhore suddenly glances his way and winks at him devilishly, smacking the underside of one of the girl's thighs so that her breath hitches in satisfaction first, then in gleeful titters.
How amusing, his glare shoots back. Rolling his eyes, Minho chauffeurs his beer out of the kitchen, an unconscious pep jumping in his step as he passes the pair.
****
A week later, there’s a dangerous look in the younger's eye when he has to (literally has to, since, the blond's room is on the way to his) glimpse one of the nastiest blowjobs he's ever seen on or offline, Jonghyun's door proudly wide open like his legs and his dropped, panting mouth.
And as if it isn’t explicit enough, the blond sitting on the edge of the bed licks his lips at the tall form loitering in the hallway, gripping the short hair of the bobbing, nameless head harder.
Relaying the message Minho knows, undoubtedly knows, that this time the horny runt is doing it on purpose. Not the typical "I'll fuck the whole world on every square inch of this apartment" deliberation Minho is accustomed to.
Closer to an unheard of "Wish you were here" postcard that is figuratively folded into a plane and launched at Minho's head.
The beer bottle slowly inches to his lips, brows furrowing thoughtfully. The challenging look Jonghyun tosses him bounces right back.
****
It’s incredibly dumb, considering how much he hates that Jonghyun has turned his apartment into his own Motel 6, that Minho keeps certain things in mind about his roommate's "lay" habits.
Even on the job. In the lecture hall. At Sunday family dinners.
Pretty much everywhere that Jonghyun has fucked some random chick at one time or another.
These interval thoughts just as inappropriate as most of said places:
Little shit like the wicked joy flitting across their faces when Jonghyun calls them "fucking sluts" in that signature hiss of his-both an arousing and resentful move, since Minho thought it sensible to try it on a girl he brought home once; only to get the piss slapped out of him, a night-worn hard on, and a continuous, disembodied snicker following him around for the next few days.
Frustrating still, his idle mind mused over the expert way his roommate wound his catch's hair around his forearm when it was time to hit it from behind. The bitten bottom lip and the glaze in his eyes as the blond admired the sharp arch in the woman's back with each long, deliberate stroke that had to bruise her fucking womb. For the girls who preferred a smoother ride, Jonghyun went even rougher on them, happily intent on branding his preference into their carnal systems.
He didn’t understand how a sleaze like Jonghyun could have more charm than a gentleman (cough) did, nor did he understand why this gentleman's cock had semi-conflicted thoughts about how turned out Big Tit Brianna or Trunk Junked Jackie got with the dark magic that was Jonghyun's sex game.
Moreover, Minho was finding it more difficult by the day to suppress these fanta-thoughts ever since Jonghyun more or less gave him a green light (one untranslated at that) and by the evenings, he lingered around more than usual watching the air-staling sin his roommate committed by nature.
If Jonghyun noticed the subtle results of his "invite", Minho had every right to add something to his hidden list entitled, "Shit the Womanizer Does That Grinds My Fucking Gears."
He just never thought "Tease" would be inducted.
...or did he already see it coming from a mile away?
****
The slamming door alerts Minho out of his plasma flat screen trance, face twisting up in slight annoyance as, it seems, only every expensive thing in the apartment shakes. Every expensive thing that’s his to be precise.
Jonghyun grins back at him in disheveled excitement, finger tips and back still poised on the door.
"Yah-
"Shh shh. Can you hear it?"
"Hear w..." His ear then cocks at the muffled sound of effeminate arguing. Jonghyun's name to be heard every other sentence. He groans, and the blond sighs in haggard content as if the groan is anywhere near approving, head falling back on the door. "Like music to your fucking ears..."
"Dude, do you want us to be put out on our fucking asses?"
"They’re gonna tear each other up, man." The shorter man lets out a douche chuckle, banging the door once with a fist. "Fuck, I swear if they didn’t want to smoke my ass too, I'd stay out there and enjoy the show."
"Hyung."
"They followed me okay?" Minho gets waved off as his friend bounds off into the kitchen. "So don’t worry about any trouble."
"So you're basically saying we should ignore the fact that those screaming banshees could come bust our door down?"
"Ahh that reminds me-you might wanna lock it."
He really should though. Minho leaps up, scowling as he rushes over to lock up. "If they fight, LandLousy is gonna know it all links back to you. It was because of you last time!"
Jonghyun shrugs a one shouldered-shrug, bending over into the fridge. "You’re such a fucking pig," the taller finally sighs in glaring disbelief, and the curly, invisible tail sticking out from the blond’s upturned bottom wags.
"Stop being a nervous fuck, Minho. They'll go away eventually." He tosses him a beer, popping the lid off his own and shrugging out of his dressy work shirt.
There's almost an ungraceful fumble as Minho catches the bottle. "No. You need to go out there and send them away."
"No way dude, I'll die."
"Yes way," Minho stresses, dodging the flung shirt in irritation. "You led them on, they’re your responsib-
"Bahhh, youre killin my mood! Don’t be a dick, I said they’re gonna go." Jonghyun tips his head back for a deep swig, bottle smacking on the counter a second later with his crazed "AHHH!" of refreshment. Light tendrils of hair have a mind of their own after these runs, contrasting against the lightly sheened, tanned skin the older has acquired from outdoor waiting. Clothed all the way or not, hair neatly styled or not, he pulls off the look seamlessly.
The anger in Minho's eyes, despite himself, dilates into something else the moment Jonghyun rounds out of the kitchen, his toned stomach, shoulders, and biceps in full, glorious view.
"Im gonna shower and head out. You coming with?" Jonghyun sizes his stiff posture with a smirk. "From the looks of it, you're well overdue."
"I have to study," Minho replies offhandedly.
"Study what? The TV?" Jonghyun clasps a hand on his shoulder laughingly. "C'mon, when's the last time we've been out as boys? Just go."
"Uh, I-
"Okay?" Minho's shoulder is slapped and the shorter sticks out his pelvis, swivels it making some kind of police car sound, and pulls away.
Unaware of the dark gaze scrutinizing his wide, muscular backside as he sashays away.
Thump thump "Bitch did you just- thump thump
"And there it goes!" The retreating dildo yells from the bathroom.
****
He really was supposed to be studying. He had it all planned, in contrast to Jonghyun's remark; the game was first, then at 9 he'd cram in some studying, shower some odd hours later and go to bed.
There was no fine print in there that said he'd be stumbling out of a cab at 3 in the morning with the dumbass of the year.
"Minho. Minho-ah~. I told you we're taking her-
"Take her home ahjussi," the wobbly, dark haired man slurs, tossing several bills at the driver through the passenger window, When the blond hanging off his arm starts to protest again, Minho squeezes his eyes shut impatiently, ripping his arm away. "Please ahjussi~?"
The older man shakes his head in disgust. Tires squeal as he steps on it, the inertia of the wind enough to send their alcohol-weakened bodies sprawling down atop each other on the curb. Jonghyun giggles under his roommate's weight.
Before long, somehow some way, they team up and struggle over to the elevator, where Jonghyun attempts again and again to climb Minho for a piggyback. Pouting when the younger practically growls that he'd rather not since Jonghyun may or may not have pissed himself.
Once they're inside, however, there's an air of change. A pungent air-one that may just be old sex emanating off the furniture, but Minho can’t be sure. All he knows is that instead of going straight to sleep on the floor somewhere and not being assed with the blond with the rest of the night, Minho zeros in on the petite waiter sliding his feet, then crashing to the carpet and crawling to his room, humming show tunes.
"Hyung."
"Who.." A head turns back, one eye lid half closed. He frowns. "Minho why...fuck you, did you grow again? And why are you far?"
"Hyung," he repeats, collapsing to the carpet and pulling off his shirt and shoes. Throws one in Jonghyun's direction. "C'mere...you come here."
"I'm not home, I can't go over...oh sorry. Sorry, Minho-ssi, Im coming quickly." Turning around on his rug burned hands and knees, Jonghyun crawls back breathing heavily. Sits himself up against the back of the loveseat next to his friend. He begins for the thousandth time: "I told you I wanted he-
"You gotta stop, hyung."
"Hmm...stop?"
"Yeah. The girls...it stinks, hyung, how can you stand it?"
"I dont smell anything...wait what did you say?"
"You can’t keep doing this okay? It’s not clean and you’re...you’re kinda better than this. Stop."
"...Oh I see. You're..." Jonghyun's hiccups come out as cute squeaks. How about that. "You're jealous."
"No no. I’m not...you have to stop."
"Minho-ah~ is a jealous bear," he sings, popping the younger's thigh amusedly.
"Am not," he retorts, blushing madly. "I don’t want to fuck you...shit. I mean-
"I knew it. I knew you wanted...we've been friends for too long...but I thought the girls...you were jealous cause i got a jillion girls and you don’t even have one. Poor Minho." Jonghyun shakes his head incredulously, grinning into his chest. "They will never take me away from you, k? Does that make sense? I got you forever a-and if you fuck me I don’t care, okay? I don’t care...i didn’t wait too long, Minho~"
Minho's staring at him the entire time, and even long after his roommate is done talking he’s still staring. Wanting to beat the fuzz out of his ears because between Jonghyun's slurring and his own stupid drunk, non-studying self, he doesn’t know if he should believe what he's hearing.
Yet something about the prolonged silence is the most comfortable Minho has ever felt in the older's presence. So comfortable, he says fuck it to pointless babbling and redundant confessions, gently taking Jonghyun by the ears and mashing their lips together.
He's triply shocked when the blond reciprocates with rekindled vigor, deepening the kiss like his mouth had been the Venus fly trap designated for Minho all along. Moans avalanche down Minho's throat as Jonghyun constantly gathers the other's tangy lips with his own, flicking his tongue in and out flatly. He cups the younger's jaw, smoothing the sharp line with his thumb, pressing his chest as hard as he can into one smaller but no less defined than his.
Caught up in, spinning from the panic and utter, unspeakable and unconceivable pleasure of his roommate's enthusiasm, Minho realizes he doesn’t know which is more exclusive and surreal- that he’s having his first kiss with a guy, its Jonghyun of all people (though it was probably meant to be him anyway), or that Minho had never, ever seen Jonghyun kiss any of the chicks he banged like the way he kissed him in this moment. Eunsook, the girl he dated for a while, included.
But he'd rather not strain his brain cells questioning just how drunk Jonghyun really is when the blond smirks as he pulls out of the balmy kiss, moving so that the taller is bewilderingly pushed on his back and straddled quickly. The heavy breathing still exists as Jonghyun fiddles with his buckle, locking slits with wide, curious eyes.
"Hyung you're...mmm. God." He's cut off with a curt grind into his lap. A lap that has come to life faster than it ever has, much to his surprise. Yeah alcohol lit his blood but fuck, this kind of arousal...the /fuck/ was he supposed to do like this?
Cause surely Jonghyun didn’t want to...
"Touch me," Jonghyun urges, unzipping himself with one hand as he grabs Minho's hesitant one with the other, slipping it under the helm of his shirt so Minho makes contact with abnormally hot skin. Male skin. New skin... "You can touch, I said its okay," he rasps as he pulls his shirt over his head. Ants in his pants, he shivers when the younger starts rubbing up and down his ribs. Fists his free erection as the other hand takes the one Minho also isnt using, but Minho has already learned not to be so coy and immediately tugs away to rub the blond’s thigh widely.
"I've never..."
"I know. It’s okay." Jonghyun nods, small moans slipping out through tight teeth at the rapid pulling on his cock. Two tan fingers dip in his mouth, coating them half-assed before nudging against Minho's slightly parted lips.
Brow raising, Minho accepts them a second later, sucking them and eyeing the lust driven man above him; anything playful evaporating out of Jonghyun at this point as he gets off on the vice around his digits. Craftily he shifts a bit downward so he can unzip his roommate, greedily drinking in bulging brown eyes when he reaches deep through jeans and boxers, pulls out Minho's leaking stiffness, and loves the assault of the younger's hard gasp in his ears. Enraptured with it, Jonghyun purrs deep in his throat and, making sure he slathers enough precum on his palm, begins to stroke Minho's cock- same cock he's seen for the last 5 years but, on this predictably lame Monday night, is seeing for the very first time. "Your cock always looked so nice. Soft...it feels so soft. I knew it would, you know."
Minho's gone rigid, so a blazed with the male hand pumping him,-so much stronger than any woman's-that he clamps down on Jonghyun's thick fingers with noisy groans.
Still jacking him. Jonghyun eventually pulls his fingers out, raising up to briefly pull his underclothes down to his knees. He blindly shoves the saturated digits up his ass, too fucking aroused to think straight. Writhing in ecstasy atop his roommate in starting up a slow rhythm.
Throwing Minho into another (this time /delayed/vortex of confusion because, ok, no, he didn’t suspect that Jonghyun had ever gone that far.
"Hyung," he croaks, hands settling on the blond’s naked, lifting waist.
"Fuck I need you in me now," is Jonghyun's hiss. All too soon for Minho, a blur of reality, the hand stroking his slickened dick stops and grips. His heart thunders as he lazily watches Jonghyun steady himself as his hips raise up higher than ever to hover directing over the apex of Minho's desire.
Though both weren’t prepared for the swift impale-Jonghyun sinking down easily and moaning more openly with each buried inch; Minho blinking back constellations at the rewarding pressure of filling his hyung's hot, ribbed ass.
It was almost a live satire, Jonghyun's ass juicy like the pussies the blond fucked daily. His turn to be on the receiving end of a lasting fuck.
Head reeling, Minho clutches his waist firmly, grateful for the curses of praise spilling from the flushed man currently swallowing his dick with his round ass.
"Fuck, Jonghyun. How does it even all fit..."
"’I’m gonna move," is the thick response, hips rolling on Minho none too shyly. White teeth hold his exposed tongue in place as Jonghyun rocks and plummets on the solidness slicing him open further yet not hurting him in the least not really because of his lubing job, but because pleasure outranks pain in this extremely sensitive case; his need to fuck himself on Minho's cock more important than anything, and Minho needing to be ridden as thoroughly likewise, their newfound (or really, dormant-turned-daylight) attraction for the other and the alcohol guiding them in insane arousal.
To his disappoint, the latter is the very thing that guarantees the ride doesn’t last long. That and how fucking good, tight and deep Jonghyun bounces on him, burning slits concentrated on his own expressions of passion. But in that he speaks too soon, Minho gains quickly that the very alcohol causing them to cum prematurely and fill out his momentarily, flaccid dick in Jonghyun's encasing ass is one in the same as the alcohol keeping them ever energized to fuck again and again and again...and again...
Just enough time for a, after it is all over, seedy-chested Minho to experience the full extent of the powerful hips he often watched in action, smashing balls deep into those women.
"Fuck yeah," Jonghyun lets go of his cock, letting it bob and pulsate on its own, both men hypnotized by the abundant, heavyset spew of cum weeping out of the reddened slit. He closes his eyes, sucking in his abdomen. "Ugh...Minho-ah..."
In turn, Minho's heavy gaze just peers up at the dreamy face of the half shrouded man, pretty positive he looks the same, spent way. When the last of Jonghyun endurance dissipates, a well-cut arm on latches across his damp back when he falls onto his roommate's chest snoring like a baby.
****
Minho is rudely awakened the next day by the sunlight that agitates the already severe, exploding feeling in his head. How can it be so fucking bright when...
Putting two and two together, he frowns; oh yeah, real nice. How /not/ offensive that the little twerp decided to open all the windows only after they had sex.
Wait...
Did they really...?
He takes his time sitting up, rubbing his temple with a groan. Looking down, he sees that he's been tucked back in though still unzipped, and theres dried white dotted all over the crotch of his jeans...now that its mentioned, there was also a strange stiff feeling on his chest too, like...oh.
Something spice-ridden hits his senses then, his stomach instantly growling back; glancing back up, he hazily follows the chipper blond out of the kitchen with his eyes until a casually clothed Jonghyun stops in front of him.
He smiles knowingly. "So you're finally up?"
"What ever happened last night, i just want to make it clear- I did not initiate it, right?"
A half-hearted snort proceeding, Jonghyun reaches his hand down; Minho still waiting for his /very/ practical question to be dignified with an answer as he sturdily grasps the hand and is helped up to his feet.
None the older will give, obviously. "I called in for both of us and made hangover soup. Come eat."
Minho grimaces down at his flaky chest, cheeks pink at the flood of memories. "Pass. I need to shower-
"But what I don't need is your equilibrium challenged ass busting your skull on tile." Jonghyun starts shoving the taller, grumbling guy. "Eat, then shower."
His hyung was the wildest thing going on, yet Minho was still reminded that he was still just that-a hyung. And Jonghyun would never let him forget, by any means.
Precisely why Minho slurps at his soup obeyfully a moment later, actually too caught up on the varying flavors to care about amused brown eyes ogling him from across the table.
"Soup's good. What else did you put in it?"
"It’s a specialty at the restaurant I work at. Naomi had me in the back and she taught it to me...well right after-
"Its not /that/ great," Minho mumbles into the spoon, and Jonghyun chuckles.
Thoughtful silence ensues except for the clinking of Minho's dishes. Suddenly making up his mind about something indefinite, he clears his throat at last, dropping the spoon with a sigh. , "Look, last night-
"Was fucking amazing, if you don’t count my balls being chaffed raw by your zipper."
Minho's thighs squirm unconsciously, igniting a stinging sensation; his dick was in no better shape. "Sorry about that," he says, blushing sheepishly at the man sipping at his steaming mug.
"Sorry for what? I said I had a great time." Jonghyun wait for another spell of quiet to pass, his go at organizing his thoughts put in motion. Softly, he adds, "I enjoyed myself much better this time around."
"So the last...um. guy...?"
"The first guy was a decent gerbil...too good in fact. Yet an opposite reaction took claim on me so I ended up veering back to women. I don’t know...guess I was in denial. Or unwilling to deal with being stuck on the fence."
Needing and hating to ask come hand in hand; Minho swallows another spoonful of soup carefully, avoiding his gaze. "So what now?"
"What now? Well I make no promises about us, seeing as we're both too busy for a relationship and I'm teetering on my own wants..." Jonghyun winks, leaning up a bit. "But I do promise to leave the ladies out of our cave from now on."
"...Seriously?"
"I swear on it. No girls allowed. Just me and you. If it gets to that point again, me and you rutting on this very table."
"Oh...."
"What? Something I leave out? Or what happened last night was a one-time deal?"
"Nah, not that. Its just..."
Minho noisily slurps his spoon, a mischievous spark forming in his eyes as he leans up too. His racy smile is uncharacteristic for the Minho he is now, unlike the thong scoring oaf Jonghyun knew back in high school before the younger went undercover.
"Just?"
"You might wanna hold off on the 'no girls allowed' rule. Ménage a trois sounds fancy and tempting."
Jonghyun can’t help but belt out startling laughter, making the lankier man wince some. "Alright, fine. Law postponed."
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Jonghyun/Minho
Genre: Broship/PWP
Warnings: None
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Minho lives with a lecherous waiter with a tight butt. Sometimes, he wishes he can annul that first statement.
Word Count: 4,239w
a/n: I like Jonghyun as a ho. Feels got the best of me-thanks for the inspiration squickz. Btw this shit was beta-ed half-assed. Excuses excuses :)
He didn’t ask for much more than a clean sink and an underwear-free TV corner.
But God forbid that Minho would at /least/ expect a little common courtesy.
Say like, an apartment that didn’t always smell like desperate sex. Or a roommate who would at least have the decent to open all the windows and air out the place every once in a while; to spare Minho the easy but trifling task.
Damn...and you'd think a person would take a loud hint with as many Febreeze bottles left in front of his bedroom door. Granted he mostly used them to spray down his wardrobe. And after he took a shit. As a matter of fact, found 101 other ways to utilize the product instead of for its intended purpose.
Minho grits his teeth and finally pushes the door open, the bag of incense on the verge of sweating in his hand from the climbing mewls on the other side; now, actually entering, he tries to ignore the fresh scent of sweat and juice; the familiar and invasive swell tightening his gut and the damn near popping in his ears from the intense sound of smacking bellies.
He'd do best, to be honest, avoiding the living room altogether. With careful mind to create his fourth (fifth?) Craigslist ad for the couch later on, turning a deaf ear to the blond's complaints about the "shit being perfectly" fine" as he snuffs his pockets for every fucking tip Jonghyun had earned from the country club restaurant he was miraculously employed at (though Minho has a sneaking suspicion-no, a no-brainer- that that had much to do with Jonghyun wooing and boning some visiting senator's daughter for the opportunity.)
Alas, he ends up forgoing these warnings and post-its, and can't help but stare at the erotic scene on the leather couch as he steps out of his shoes and wanders into the small kitchen for a cold one- a kitchen that oh so conveniently looks out upon the living room like whomever the architect was had it out for Minho's more personal frustrations.
He leans on the counter with his elbows, allowing the chilly buzz of the beer to flood his body with the hopes of calming its sudden excitement. Bitterly, he looks at Jonghyun's powerful hips, the stone cold expression of pleasure on his face in breeding his bitch of the day- an honor quite unbecoming of barely legal Ivy League gals and the wives of seasoned judges, but who was Minho to cluck at him? Jonghyun was a man like he was. Jonghyun had the right to participate in crash courses. Jonghyun...
...has just smoothly slid up, using no hands to fuck her now, thighs wide while a wet smirk laces his lips. The smacking condenses when he speeds up his thrusts, causing the girl's vibrating moans to heighten, her flipped skirt bouncing on her stomach, tits grasped and kneaded to the sure euphoria of Jonghyun's embedded, "pretty boy" dick coursing through her body.
From the angle she’s in, Minho knows she hadn’t seen him come in, much less heard with all the overly dramatic racket she was making. Jonghyun, however, who has a clear vantage point-Minho knows he's well aware of his presence even though he doesn’t acknowledge it.
This is proven when the co-inhabiting manwhore suddenly glances his way and winks at him devilishly, smacking the underside of one of the girl's thighs so that her breath hitches in satisfaction first, then in gleeful titters.
How amusing, his glare shoots back. Rolling his eyes, Minho chauffeurs his beer out of the kitchen, an unconscious pep jumping in his step as he passes the pair.
****
A week later, there’s a dangerous look in the younger's eye when he has to (literally has to, since, the blond's room is on the way to his) glimpse one of the nastiest blowjobs he's ever seen on or offline, Jonghyun's door proudly wide open like his legs and his dropped, panting mouth.
And as if it isn’t explicit enough, the blond sitting on the edge of the bed licks his lips at the tall form loitering in the hallway, gripping the short hair of the bobbing, nameless head harder.
Relaying the message Minho knows, undoubtedly knows, that this time the horny runt is doing it on purpose. Not the typical "I'll fuck the whole world on every square inch of this apartment" deliberation Minho is accustomed to.
Closer to an unheard of "Wish you were here" postcard that is figuratively folded into a plane and launched at Minho's head.
The beer bottle slowly inches to his lips, brows furrowing thoughtfully. The challenging look Jonghyun tosses him bounces right back.
****
It’s incredibly dumb, considering how much he hates that Jonghyun has turned his apartment into his own Motel 6, that Minho keeps certain things in mind about his roommate's "lay" habits.
Even on the job. In the lecture hall. At Sunday family dinners.
Pretty much everywhere that Jonghyun has fucked some random chick at one time or another.
These interval thoughts just as inappropriate as most of said places:
Little shit like the wicked joy flitting across their faces when Jonghyun calls them "fucking sluts" in that signature hiss of his-both an arousing and resentful move, since Minho thought it sensible to try it on a girl he brought home once; only to get the piss slapped out of him, a night-worn hard on, and a continuous, disembodied snicker following him around for the next few days.
Frustrating still, his idle mind mused over the expert way his roommate wound his catch's hair around his forearm when it was time to hit it from behind. The bitten bottom lip and the glaze in his eyes as the blond admired the sharp arch in the woman's back with each long, deliberate stroke that had to bruise her fucking womb. For the girls who preferred a smoother ride, Jonghyun went even rougher on them, happily intent on branding his preference into their carnal systems.
He didn’t understand how a sleaze like Jonghyun could have more charm than a gentleman (cough) did, nor did he understand why this gentleman's cock had semi-conflicted thoughts about how turned out Big Tit Brianna or Trunk Junked Jackie got with the dark magic that was Jonghyun's sex game.
Moreover, Minho was finding it more difficult by the day to suppress these fanta-thoughts ever since Jonghyun more or less gave him a green light (one untranslated at that) and by the evenings, he lingered around more than usual watching the air-staling sin his roommate committed by nature.
If Jonghyun noticed the subtle results of his "invite", Minho had every right to add something to his hidden list entitled, "Shit the Womanizer Does That Grinds My Fucking Gears."
He just never thought "Tease" would be inducted.
...or did he already see it coming from a mile away?
****
The slamming door alerts Minho out of his plasma flat screen trance, face twisting up in slight annoyance as, it seems, only every expensive thing in the apartment shakes. Every expensive thing that’s his to be precise.
Jonghyun grins back at him in disheveled excitement, finger tips and back still poised on the door.
"Yah-
"Shh shh. Can you hear it?"
"Hear w..." His ear then cocks at the muffled sound of effeminate arguing. Jonghyun's name to be heard every other sentence. He groans, and the blond sighs in haggard content as if the groan is anywhere near approving, head falling back on the door. "Like music to your fucking ears..."
"Dude, do you want us to be put out on our fucking asses?"
"They’re gonna tear each other up, man." The shorter man lets out a douche chuckle, banging the door once with a fist. "Fuck, I swear if they didn’t want to smoke my ass too, I'd stay out there and enjoy the show."
"Hyung."
"They followed me okay?" Minho gets waved off as his friend bounds off into the kitchen. "So don’t worry about any trouble."
"So you're basically saying we should ignore the fact that those screaming banshees could come bust our door down?"
"Ahh that reminds me-you might wanna lock it."
He really should though. Minho leaps up, scowling as he rushes over to lock up. "If they fight, LandLousy is gonna know it all links back to you. It was because of you last time!"
Jonghyun shrugs a one shouldered-shrug, bending over into the fridge. "You’re such a fucking pig," the taller finally sighs in glaring disbelief, and the curly, invisible tail sticking out from the blond’s upturned bottom wags.
"Stop being a nervous fuck, Minho. They'll go away eventually." He tosses him a beer, popping the lid off his own and shrugging out of his dressy work shirt.
There's almost an ungraceful fumble as Minho catches the bottle. "No. You need to go out there and send them away."
"No way dude, I'll die."
"Yes way," Minho stresses, dodging the flung shirt in irritation. "You led them on, they’re your responsib-
"Bahhh, youre killin my mood! Don’t be a dick, I said they’re gonna go." Jonghyun tips his head back for a deep swig, bottle smacking on the counter a second later with his crazed "AHHH!" of refreshment. Light tendrils of hair have a mind of their own after these runs, contrasting against the lightly sheened, tanned skin the older has acquired from outdoor waiting. Clothed all the way or not, hair neatly styled or not, he pulls off the look seamlessly.
The anger in Minho's eyes, despite himself, dilates into something else the moment Jonghyun rounds out of the kitchen, his toned stomach, shoulders, and biceps in full, glorious view.
"Im gonna shower and head out. You coming with?" Jonghyun sizes his stiff posture with a smirk. "From the looks of it, you're well overdue."
"I have to study," Minho replies offhandedly.
"Study what? The TV?" Jonghyun clasps a hand on his shoulder laughingly. "C'mon, when's the last time we've been out as boys? Just go."
"Uh, I-
"Okay?" Minho's shoulder is slapped and the shorter sticks out his pelvis, swivels it making some kind of police car sound, and pulls away.
Unaware of the dark gaze scrutinizing his wide, muscular backside as he sashays away.
Thump thump "Bitch did you just- thump thump
"And there it goes!" The retreating dildo yells from the bathroom.
****
He really was supposed to be studying. He had it all planned, in contrast to Jonghyun's remark; the game was first, then at 9 he'd cram in some studying, shower some odd hours later and go to bed.
There was no fine print in there that said he'd be stumbling out of a cab at 3 in the morning with the dumbass of the year.
"Minho. Minho-ah~. I told you we're taking her-
"Take her home ahjussi," the wobbly, dark haired man slurs, tossing several bills at the driver through the passenger window, When the blond hanging off his arm starts to protest again, Minho squeezes his eyes shut impatiently, ripping his arm away. "Please ahjussi~?"
The older man shakes his head in disgust. Tires squeal as he steps on it, the inertia of the wind enough to send their alcohol-weakened bodies sprawling down atop each other on the curb. Jonghyun giggles under his roommate's weight.
Before long, somehow some way, they team up and struggle over to the elevator, where Jonghyun attempts again and again to climb Minho for a piggyback. Pouting when the younger practically growls that he'd rather not since Jonghyun may or may not have pissed himself.
Once they're inside, however, there's an air of change. A pungent air-one that may just be old sex emanating off the furniture, but Minho can’t be sure. All he knows is that instead of going straight to sleep on the floor somewhere and not being assed with the blond with the rest of the night, Minho zeros in on the petite waiter sliding his feet, then crashing to the carpet and crawling to his room, humming show tunes.
"Hyung."
"Who.." A head turns back, one eye lid half closed. He frowns. "Minho why...fuck you, did you grow again? And why are you far?"
"Hyung," he repeats, collapsing to the carpet and pulling off his shirt and shoes. Throws one in Jonghyun's direction. "C'mere...you come here."
"I'm not home, I can't go over...oh sorry. Sorry, Minho-ssi, Im coming quickly." Turning around on his rug burned hands and knees, Jonghyun crawls back breathing heavily. Sits himself up against the back of the loveseat next to his friend. He begins for the thousandth time: "I told you I wanted he-
"You gotta stop, hyung."
"Hmm...stop?"
"Yeah. The girls...it stinks, hyung, how can you stand it?"
"I dont smell anything...wait what did you say?"
"You can’t keep doing this okay? It’s not clean and you’re...you’re kinda better than this. Stop."
"...Oh I see. You're..." Jonghyun's hiccups come out as cute squeaks. How about that. "You're jealous."
"No no. I’m not...you have to stop."
"Minho-ah~ is a jealous bear," he sings, popping the younger's thigh amusedly.
"Am not," he retorts, blushing madly. "I don’t want to fuck you...shit. I mean-
"I knew it. I knew you wanted...we've been friends for too long...but I thought the girls...you were jealous cause i got a jillion girls and you don’t even have one. Poor Minho." Jonghyun shakes his head incredulously, grinning into his chest. "They will never take me away from you, k? Does that make sense? I got you forever a-and if you fuck me I don’t care, okay? I don’t care...i didn’t wait too long, Minho~"
Minho's staring at him the entire time, and even long after his roommate is done talking he’s still staring. Wanting to beat the fuzz out of his ears because between Jonghyun's slurring and his own stupid drunk, non-studying self, he doesn’t know if he should believe what he's hearing.
Yet something about the prolonged silence is the most comfortable Minho has ever felt in the older's presence. So comfortable, he says fuck it to pointless babbling and redundant confessions, gently taking Jonghyun by the ears and mashing their lips together.
He's triply shocked when the blond reciprocates with rekindled vigor, deepening the kiss like his mouth had been the Venus fly trap designated for Minho all along. Moans avalanche down Minho's throat as Jonghyun constantly gathers the other's tangy lips with his own, flicking his tongue in and out flatly. He cups the younger's jaw, smoothing the sharp line with his thumb, pressing his chest as hard as he can into one smaller but no less defined than his.
Caught up in, spinning from the panic and utter, unspeakable and unconceivable pleasure of his roommate's enthusiasm, Minho realizes he doesn’t know which is more exclusive and surreal- that he’s having his first kiss with a guy, its Jonghyun of all people (though it was probably meant to be him anyway), or that Minho had never, ever seen Jonghyun kiss any of the chicks he banged like the way he kissed him in this moment. Eunsook, the girl he dated for a while, included.
But he'd rather not strain his brain cells questioning just how drunk Jonghyun really is when the blond smirks as he pulls out of the balmy kiss, moving so that the taller is bewilderingly pushed on his back and straddled quickly. The heavy breathing still exists as Jonghyun fiddles with his buckle, locking slits with wide, curious eyes.
"Hyung you're...mmm. God." He's cut off with a curt grind into his lap. A lap that has come to life faster than it ever has, much to his surprise. Yeah alcohol lit his blood but fuck, this kind of arousal...the /fuck/ was he supposed to do like this?
Cause surely Jonghyun didn’t want to...
"Touch me," Jonghyun urges, unzipping himself with one hand as he grabs Minho's hesitant one with the other, slipping it under the helm of his shirt so Minho makes contact with abnormally hot skin. Male skin. New skin... "You can touch, I said its okay," he rasps as he pulls his shirt over his head. Ants in his pants, he shivers when the younger starts rubbing up and down his ribs. Fists his free erection as the other hand takes the one Minho also isnt using, but Minho has already learned not to be so coy and immediately tugs away to rub the blond’s thigh widely.
"I've never..."
"I know. It’s okay." Jonghyun nods, small moans slipping out through tight teeth at the rapid pulling on his cock. Two tan fingers dip in his mouth, coating them half-assed before nudging against Minho's slightly parted lips.
Brow raising, Minho accepts them a second later, sucking them and eyeing the lust driven man above him; anything playful evaporating out of Jonghyun at this point as he gets off on the vice around his digits. Craftily he shifts a bit downward so he can unzip his roommate, greedily drinking in bulging brown eyes when he reaches deep through jeans and boxers, pulls out Minho's leaking stiffness, and loves the assault of the younger's hard gasp in his ears. Enraptured with it, Jonghyun purrs deep in his throat and, making sure he slathers enough precum on his palm, begins to stroke Minho's cock- same cock he's seen for the last 5 years but, on this predictably lame Monday night, is seeing for the very first time. "Your cock always looked so nice. Soft...it feels so soft. I knew it would, you know."
Minho's gone rigid, so a blazed with the male hand pumping him,-so much stronger than any woman's-that he clamps down on Jonghyun's thick fingers with noisy groans.
Still jacking him. Jonghyun eventually pulls his fingers out, raising up to briefly pull his underclothes down to his knees. He blindly shoves the saturated digits up his ass, too fucking aroused to think straight. Writhing in ecstasy atop his roommate in starting up a slow rhythm.
Throwing Minho into another (this time /delayed/vortex of confusion because, ok, no, he didn’t suspect that Jonghyun had ever gone that far.
"Hyung," he croaks, hands settling on the blond’s naked, lifting waist.
"Fuck I need you in me now," is Jonghyun's hiss. All too soon for Minho, a blur of reality, the hand stroking his slickened dick stops and grips. His heart thunders as he lazily watches Jonghyun steady himself as his hips raise up higher than ever to hover directing over the apex of Minho's desire.
Though both weren’t prepared for the swift impale-Jonghyun sinking down easily and moaning more openly with each buried inch; Minho blinking back constellations at the rewarding pressure of filling his hyung's hot, ribbed ass.
It was almost a live satire, Jonghyun's ass juicy like the pussies the blond fucked daily. His turn to be on the receiving end of a lasting fuck.
Head reeling, Minho clutches his waist firmly, grateful for the curses of praise spilling from the flushed man currently swallowing his dick with his round ass.
"Fuck, Jonghyun. How does it even all fit..."
"’I’m gonna move," is the thick response, hips rolling on Minho none too shyly. White teeth hold his exposed tongue in place as Jonghyun rocks and plummets on the solidness slicing him open further yet not hurting him in the least not really because of his lubing job, but because pleasure outranks pain in this extremely sensitive case; his need to fuck himself on Minho's cock more important than anything, and Minho needing to be ridden as thoroughly likewise, their newfound (or really, dormant-turned-daylight) attraction for the other and the alcohol guiding them in insane arousal.
To his disappoint, the latter is the very thing that guarantees the ride doesn’t last long. That and how fucking good, tight and deep Jonghyun bounces on him, burning slits concentrated on his own expressions of passion. But in that he speaks too soon, Minho gains quickly that the very alcohol causing them to cum prematurely and fill out his momentarily, flaccid dick in Jonghyun's encasing ass is one in the same as the alcohol keeping them ever energized to fuck again and again and again...and again...
Just enough time for a, after it is all over, seedy-chested Minho to experience the full extent of the powerful hips he often watched in action, smashing balls deep into those women.
"Fuck yeah," Jonghyun lets go of his cock, letting it bob and pulsate on its own, both men hypnotized by the abundant, heavyset spew of cum weeping out of the reddened slit. He closes his eyes, sucking in his abdomen. "Ugh...Minho-ah..."
In turn, Minho's heavy gaze just peers up at the dreamy face of the half shrouded man, pretty positive he looks the same, spent way. When the last of Jonghyun endurance dissipates, a well-cut arm on latches across his damp back when he falls onto his roommate's chest snoring like a baby.
****
Minho is rudely awakened the next day by the sunlight that agitates the already severe, exploding feeling in his head. How can it be so fucking bright when...
Putting two and two together, he frowns; oh yeah, real nice. How /not/ offensive that the little twerp decided to open all the windows only after they had sex.
Wait...
Did they really...?
He takes his time sitting up, rubbing his temple with a groan. Looking down, he sees that he's been tucked back in though still unzipped, and theres dried white dotted all over the crotch of his jeans...now that its mentioned, there was also a strange stiff feeling on his chest too, like...oh.
Something spice-ridden hits his senses then, his stomach instantly growling back; glancing back up, he hazily follows the chipper blond out of the kitchen with his eyes until a casually clothed Jonghyun stops in front of him.
He smiles knowingly. "So you're finally up?"
"What ever happened last night, i just want to make it clear- I did not initiate it, right?"
A half-hearted snort proceeding, Jonghyun reaches his hand down; Minho still waiting for his /very/ practical question to be dignified with an answer as he sturdily grasps the hand and is helped up to his feet.
None the older will give, obviously. "I called in for both of us and made hangover soup. Come eat."
Minho grimaces down at his flaky chest, cheeks pink at the flood of memories. "Pass. I need to shower-
"But what I don't need is your equilibrium challenged ass busting your skull on tile." Jonghyun starts shoving the taller, grumbling guy. "Eat, then shower."
His hyung was the wildest thing going on, yet Minho was still reminded that he was still just that-a hyung. And Jonghyun would never let him forget, by any means.
Precisely why Minho slurps at his soup obeyfully a moment later, actually too caught up on the varying flavors to care about amused brown eyes ogling him from across the table.
"Soup's good. What else did you put in it?"
"It’s a specialty at the restaurant I work at. Naomi had me in the back and she taught it to me...well right after-
"Its not /that/ great," Minho mumbles into the spoon, and Jonghyun chuckles.
Thoughtful silence ensues except for the clinking of Minho's dishes. Suddenly making up his mind about something indefinite, he clears his throat at last, dropping the spoon with a sigh. , "Look, last night-
"Was fucking amazing, if you don’t count my balls being chaffed raw by your zipper."
Minho's thighs squirm unconsciously, igniting a stinging sensation; his dick was in no better shape. "Sorry about that," he says, blushing sheepishly at the man sipping at his steaming mug.
"Sorry for what? I said I had a great time." Jonghyun wait for another spell of quiet to pass, his go at organizing his thoughts put in motion. Softly, he adds, "I enjoyed myself much better this time around."
"So the last...um. guy...?"
"The first guy was a decent gerbil...too good in fact. Yet an opposite reaction took claim on me so I ended up veering back to women. I don’t know...guess I was in denial. Or unwilling to deal with being stuck on the fence."
Needing and hating to ask come hand in hand; Minho swallows another spoonful of soup carefully, avoiding his gaze. "So what now?"
"What now? Well I make no promises about us, seeing as we're both too busy for a relationship and I'm teetering on my own wants..." Jonghyun winks, leaning up a bit. "But I do promise to leave the ladies out of our cave from now on."
"...Seriously?"
"I swear on it. No girls allowed. Just me and you. If it gets to that point again, me and you rutting on this very table."
"Oh...."
"What? Something I leave out? Or what happened last night was a one-time deal?"
"Nah, not that. Its just..."
Minho noisily slurps his spoon, a mischievous spark forming in his eyes as he leans up too. His racy smile is uncharacteristic for the Minho he is now, unlike the thong scoring oaf Jonghyun knew back in high school before the younger went undercover.
"Just?"
"You might wanna hold off on the 'no girls allowed' rule. Ménage a trois sounds fancy and tempting."
Jonghyun can’t help but belt out startling laughter, making the lankier man wince some. "Alright, fine. Law postponed."