The Chair Is Overworked
TITLE: The Chair Is Overworked
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRINGS: MinKey, JongKey, JongMinKey, hint!YoungTae
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: Smut, PWP
SUMMARY: His eyes and mouth open wide as he drinks in the sight of his best friend straddling his boyfriend on the computer chair. Both parties were still fully clothed, but Jonghyun could only imagine where things were leading by the way Key was grinding his hips into Minho’s.
A/N: I got the idea when I was going to work this morning. Don't ask. haha. I hope the whole thing makes sense, I kind of just went where my muse took me. And apparently my muse is really horny. haha. Enjoy! Please comment and let me know what you think. I've never written an OT3 before, I hope I did okay. haha.
There’s a reason why Jonghyun’s face flushes every time he steps into the computer room of their dorm. He actually can’t even think of the room without getting slightly turned on from the pictures that play in his mind. No one would have guessed half the things that happen in that room. They all knew that every one of them have probably masturbated at least once from porn they would watch online, they were guys after all. But far more sexual things have happened and Jonghyun knows exactly what those things were. They really should get a new computer chair after what’s been done on it.
“Hey Youngwon,” Onew greets from the couch as the blue-haired boy is pulled into their dorm by their maknae.
“Hi hyung! How are-” he’s unable to finish his sentence because he’s tugged rather roughly into their computer room. It isn’t long before moans can be heard through the walls.
“Geez, you’d think they’d have some curtsey and at least try to keep it down,” Key says from the recliner, magazine in hand.
“You’re one to talk,” Jonghyun responds, half engrossed in the video game he was playing with Minho.
“Shut up dino boy!”
“Make me.”
“You wish I would.”
“WOO!” Minho jumps up from the couch and punches the air, “You owe me a drink hyung!”
“FUCK BABY!” Taemin yells from the other room.
“What do you say we go and get that drink now?” Jonghyun suggests as they all stare at the direction the loud moans and screams are coming from, “Drinks are on me.”
“Let’s stop by the store and get some cleaning supplies as well,” Key adds, “I have a feeling someone will be cleaning that room when we get back.”
“NOT IT!” Minho yells, grabbing his and Key’s coats from the closet.
“NOT IT!” Onew adds, throwing on his shoes.
“NOT IT!” Key finally yells after Minho helps him with his jacket.
“DAMNIT!” Jonghyun slumps as they leave the dorm. He definitely wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up whatever fluids were being spilled in the room at the moment.
Ever since that moment, Jonghyun has barely ever gone into that room unless he absolutely needed to. He normally opted to just using his laptop’s wifi instead. Although there were times when he would need to use that computer like when he needed to print something out or the time when their wifi was on the fritz.
“Minho-ah,” he calls out when he opens the door to the room. The younger is currently lounging at the desk, attention glued to the screen in front of him.
“Hm?”
“How long are you going to be? I need to print something off,” he enters the room and stands behind his band member.
“Not much longer hyung.”
“What are you doing anyways?”
“Just checking the scores and some stats.”
“What for?”
“Do you really need to ask?” the rapper looks over his shoulder and gives the lead vocal a sarcastic look.
“Whatever. Just hurry up. I have to leave for my schedule in like twenty minutes.”
“Go get ready then. I should be done by the time you get back.”
“I am ready. I just need to print something out first.”
“Well give me five more minutes okay?”
“Fine,” Jonghyun continued to stand behind the other as he scrolled through the website, clicking on various teams to get their full stats before going back to the home page. He really didn’t see how the younger could possibly sit at the computer for hours just checking stats. It was boring to him. What was so interesting about a bunch of random numbers? As far as he was concerned as long as his team won, that’s all that mattered. He didn’t need to know every individual’s goal percentage and all that other crap.
“Nhg,” Minho grunts and Jonghyun turns his attention back to the other. His eyes were now closed, hands gripping the desk.
“Minho-ah, are you okay?” the older rushes up to the other and places his hands on Minho’s shoulders, rubbing them.
“Hmph,” is the only response he gets. Jonghyun is starting to worry now, afraid that the other is in serious pain. He was beginning to freak out, not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do.
“Minho-ah, tell me where it hurts.”
“Fuck baby! Too much teeth!”
“What?”
“That’s better.”
“What are you talking about?” and when he looks at the younger again, he’s completely relaxed. Minho is leaning back onto the chair, hands slowly releasing the desk before going up to run through his hair.
“We’re done hyung,” Jonghyun nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees Key crawl out from under the desk, wiping the corners of his mouth with his hand, “The computer is all yours. Come on baby.”
Minho clicks the home button on the browser before standing up off the chair. Key is already in front of him, tucking his boyfriend back into his pants before zipping and buttoning them back up. Their fingers lace together before they begin to make their way out of the room.
“Oh and I’m making pasta for dinner tonight, so don’t get any snacks on your way home from your schedule,” is the last thing Key says before the door clicks behind them. Jonghyun’s attention goes back to the chair Minho was just sitting on. Was he really in the room when Key was giving Minho head? How did he not know? More importantly how can Minho remain so calm AND look up sport scores while that was happening? He needed to get out of this room and fast. And that’s exactly what he did, not even bothering to do what he originally went into the room to do.
It’s been a little over a month since Jonghyun got the surgery on his ankle. He was still out for any kind of schedules just to make sure he’d be ready in time for their Japan debut. He enjoyed the time off at first, just relaxing at the door and only leaving to go to his physical therapy appointments. It was great and he’s never felt this well-rested since he signed up to be in the band years and years ago. But now, he was starting to go insane. He officially had cabin fever. He had to go out, he had to do something or he will definitely lose his mind completely.
A restless sigh escapes his lips as he flips through the channels on the TV. for the fifth time in the past hour. There was nothing absolutely nothing to watch and he had already gone through their entire DVD collection two weeks after he came home from the hospital. Everyone was out, so there was no one to talk to. Well not everyone was out. Minho and Key didn’t have any schedules today, but they were both asleep in their room. He didn’t want to disturb them, they needed the rest. The rest of his members were working double time to make up for his absence and he felt guilty for it, but grateful at the same time. Even though they were all being stretched thinner than usual, none of them complained. Well Taemin did complain every now and then, but it about not being able to see his boyfriend.
“Ugh,” Jonghyun turned the TV. off and crashed back onto the couch. He let’s out a few more groans. He was bored out of his mind and hoping that Minho or Key would wake up soon to keep him company. His eyes open and he stares up at the white ceiling above him. What the hell was he going to do to keep himself from going insane?! “THE COMPUTER!”
He slowly gets off the couch and starts to make his way to the computer room. Damn Onew for borrowing his laptop today of all days. He really didn’t want to go into that room. Then again, he hasn’t masturbated in a few weeks and that’s always helps time fly. What was that sight that Taemin was telling him about again?
Jonghyun was so caught up in his own thoughts that it took him a few minutes to realize what’s already going on inside the room when he had opened the door. It’s only the sound of a soft moan that he’s pulled from his thoughts. His eyes and mouth open wide as he drinks in the sight of his best friend straddling his boyfriend on the computer chair. Both parties were still fully clothed, but Jonghyun could only imagine where things were leading by the way Key was grinding his hips into Minho’s. All the blood in his body immediately rushes down to his crotch. Unconsciously his hand moves to his crotch and he begins to stroke himself over his sweats.
“Baby,” Key groans into the other’s mouth, his hips moving faster now, “Come on, please.”
Minho’s attention is still on the computer screen though. He’s scrolling through a webpage, completely unaffected by his boyfriend’s ministrations. Key, being the attention whore he is, isn’t going to lose to sports. He was going to make sure his boyfriend fulfilled his needs in the best and most pleasurable way possible. Key attaches his mouth to Minho’s neck, knowing just the place to go to slowly drive him up the wall. He slowly starts to suck on the skin just under the younger’s ear, his hips still working their magic. It isn’t long before Key can feel Minho’s bulge rubbing into his own.
“You,” Minho finally says, pulling Key away from his neck and up to his lips. Their kiss is slow, neither one of them in any rush to go further just yet. Key just wanted his boyfriend’s undivided attention, which is exactly what he had now. Minho’s hand finds their way to the other’s hips, slowly taking over the movement of his hips, “You are very naughty.”
“Well maybe you should punish me,” the feminine boy responds through their kiss. All the while, Jonghyun is standing in the doorway watching them. His hands were now inside his sweats, glad that he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath them. He grips his stiff cock hard as his hand works its way up and down. He’s so focused on jacking himself off and the show going on in front of him that he doesn’t realize the low moan that escapes his lips.
“Baby,” Key pulls away from the kiss just enough to complete his sentence, “I think we have an audience.”
Minho turns the chair so they both can get a look at the person standing at the door and in turn enhancing the view that Jonghyun has, “Oh hey hyung.”
“Mmhmm,” is the only sound that is able to come out of Jonghyun’s mouth. Has it really been that long since he masturbated? The only thing that Minho and Key were doing were making out and dry humping each other, he couldn’t be getting off on just that alone. But surprisingly he was, he could already feel his climax nearing.
“You enjoying what you see Jjongie?” Key asks while Minho’s lips move to his neck, sucking on the Adam’s apple and causing a moan to escape from the smaller’s mouth.
“Mmhmm, keep it up.”
“Really? We’re not even naked yet.”
“What are you waiting for then?”
“We like to take things slow, increases the pleasure and therefore makes for an amazing orgasm.”
“Oh?”
“Uh huh,” Jonghyun watches as one of Minho’s hands move from Key’s waist to the front of his pants. The sound of Key’s pants being undone echoes through the silent dorm. Jonghyun’s eyes move down as he watches the lead rapper pull out his boyfriend’s rock hard cock and begins to stroke him. The image alone has Jonghyun rocking into his hand at an abnormally fast pace, wanting his release to come already. And it doesn’t take long for him to get it. He leans his head against the frame, moaning as he shots his load all over his hands and the inside of his sweats.
“I never thought I’d be turned on by watching someone jack off to us baby,” Minho says to Key and the latter can only nod in agreement, “Why don’t you go and clean him up?”
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Go ahead baby. Besides, Jonghyun hyung shouldn’t be on his foot for this long.”
“You’re right,” Key climbs off his boyfriend’s lap, stepping out of his jeans in the process. He walks over to Jonghyun and grabs the hand that isn’t inside the other’s sweats. The older looks up and is shocked to see Key smirking at him with lust-filled eyes. He allows himself to be led into the room and seated at the couch.
“Clean him up baby.”
“Mmhmm,” Key sinks down to his knees, pulling the hand out of the lead vocal’s pants. The latter watches in amazement as the diva begins to lick and suck his hand clean, “You taste good hyung. A little sweeter than Minho.”
With the mention of the other, Jonghyun turns his attention to the boy who is still sitting on the computer chair across the room. His eyes immediately go to the stiff cock that was in Minho’s hand, slowly working it from the base to the tip, “Take off his pants.”
“Okay,” Jonghyun jumps when he feels Key’s nimble fingers start to pull at the waistband of his sweats. Their eyes lock as his pants are slowly pulled off his body. Key licks his lips, taking in the sight of his hyung’s slowly hardening cock in front of him, “Hyung, that’s a lot of cum.”
“Um,” a small amount of blood rushes to the singer’s cheeks, he didn’t know how exactly to respond to that comment. Of course he came a lot after not getting any kind of release for so long, it was only natural. Key didn’t seem to expect much of an answer, opting to get right to work instead. His pink tongue comes out of his swollen lips to start licking up the length of the member in front of him. Jonghyun inhales a sharp breath at the sensation of it all, his cock getting harder with every swipe of the younger’s tongue.
“That’s right baby, clean him up real good,” Minho has his attention again and he’s surprised to see that he’s fully naked now. His eyes slowly roaming over every last inch of caramel skin that was now exposed to him. He’s seen Minho half naked before since the latter enjoyed to walk around the dorm without a shirt on most of the time, but it’s completely different to see him completely naked. Minho stroking himself and the feeling of Key’s moist, hot mouth surrounding his length is enough to make him fully hard again.
“Mm, Key,” Jonghyun moans as he feels himself slip deeper into Key’s mouth, practically hitting the back of his throat before he pulls back only to repeat the action again.
“He’s good isn’t he?”
“Fuck yeah. You lucky son of a bitch Minho.”
“Just be glad that I’m sharing him with you. This is a one time thing though, don’t get used to it. He’s still my boyfriend.”
“You better not leave me hanging then.”
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t,” the smirk on Minho’s face sends a chill down the singer’s spine, “I think he’s clean enough baby.”
Key pulls his head back, releasing Jonghyun’s cock with a soft pop. He turns to face his boyfriend who is now approaching the two. The moment he’s close enough to them, Key has his mouth wrapped around Minho’s erection wasting no time at all and deep throating him. Jonghyun’s hand is back around his cock, pumping it as he watches and listens to the diva giving their lead rapper head. It definitely didn’t sound like this the last time he walked in on them. Then again, there was really nothing to hide or conceal at this point. There was no one in the dorm so there was no reason for any of them to hold back their cries of pleasure.
Minho slaps Jonghyun’s hand away, wagging his finger, “No touching hyung. Let us take care of you.” He pulls Key off the ground, crashing their lips together in an intense kiss. It’s sloppy and filled with lust. Jonghyun can see glimpses of pinch tongues when their mouths open just a bit and he wants nothing more than to join in with the kiss. He really just wants any kind of attention at this point. He was starting to ache down there.
“Baby, we’re neglecting our hyung,” Key says, pulling away from the taller boy and turning to the one on the couch. Jonghyun smiles up at them, glad to be getting their attention again.
“What do you think we should do then?” Minho’s lips are placing kisses up and down Key’s neck, pulling his shirt off in the process to expose more skin to his mouth.
“I want to fuck him.”
Jonghyun’s eyes widen at the sentence and he sits up, “What?! No way! No fucking way! If anyone is going to be topping, it’s me!”
Key turns to face him, Minho’s arms snaking around the slim, milky white waist. His mouth starts to suck on the junction between the shoulder and neck and Key reaches his hand out to caress Jonghyun’s cheek, “Well you don’t have much of a say sweetheart. Besides you can’t be putting so much weight and strain on that ankle of yours. Mm, baby that feels good.”
“You like that?” Minho mumbles skin sucked in between his lips.
“Yes, keep doing that,” the diva’s other hand moves to the back of Minho’s head, keeping it in place. His eyes closing as pleasure moves from his shoulder down to his cock.
“You’re still not fucking me Kibum,” Jonghyun crosses his arms over his chest, his shirt sticking to it from the sweat that he had built up. He groans and pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside.
“Jjongie, trust me. You won’t regret it,” Key is leaning over him, hands on either side of his head and lips dangerously close to his.
“Read my lips Kibum.”
“Okay,” their lips connect in a soft kiss that slowly gets more and more intense. Their heads moving from side to side, trying to find the perfect position so they both can enjoy it. Key pushes his tongue into the singer’s mouth, the latter immediately begins to suck on it. Moans leave both of their mouths, distracting Jonghyun enough that he doesn’t feel Minho’s finger probing his entrance.
“Keep him distracted baby, I’m going to prepare him for you,” Minho whispers into Key’s ear.
“What did he say?” Jonghyun asks between short breaths of air.
“Nothing, just relax Jjongie,” Key answers, intensifying the kiss by grabbing both of their erections in his hand and pumping them slowly. More moans come from their mouths, the kiss beginning to get sloppy and that’s when Minho shoves in the first finger. Key eats up the gasp that Jonghyun let’s out, his back arching at the sudden intrusion.
“Do me at the same time baby,” the diva orders, mouth working it’s way down Jonghyun’s neck. Jonghyun looks over the younger’s shoulder and can see that Minho is working the fingers of his other hand in and out of his boyfriend, quickly adding in more fingers. He felt kind of like a pansy since he was still aching from just the one finger in him. Then again, he doesn’t really do this and from some of the sounds he hears from the couple’s shared bedroom, they did this quite often.
“You can add another one Minho,” Jonghyun says through gritted teeth, preparing himself for the added pain of a second finger being added to him. Key distracts him a little by taking a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it and nibbling on it before sucking it gently. Incoherent moans leave Jonghyun’s mouth.
“Damn Minho, why didn’t you ever tell me how talented his tongue and mouth are?” Jonghyun groans just as Minho adds another finger. He starts to scissor the entrance, the other noticing that he’s no longer stretching Key anymore, “You done with him?”
“I like him tight, so I try not to stretch him too much.”
“He okay with it?”
“He prefers I don’t prepare him at all actually. He’s ready when you are baby.”
“Mm,” Key was working on the other nipple and gives it one last nibble before releasing it, “You ready Jjongie?”
“Do I have a choice?” Jonghyun pecks Key’s swollen lips.
“Not really, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy every last bit of me. Baby get the lube,” their lips crash together again and Jonghyun can hear the faint sound of footsteps throughout the room. He hears a bottle cap open and the sound of its contents being squeezed out. Key moans into the kiss as Minho lathers his cock up with lube.
“Since when has there been lube in here?”
“Since we started having sex in here.”
“How often?”
“At least once a week.”
“Can’t keep it in the bedroom?”
“We like a change of scenery every once in awhile. Now relax for me Jjongie,” Key caresses his cheek, kissing all over his face and neck.
“Nhg,” Jonghyun grunts, feeling the diva’s rather thick length pushing into his hole who would have thought that he’d be packing down south.
“Relax hyung,” Minho’s hands rub up and down his sides, coaxes his body to loosen up, “It doesn’t hurt as much if you relax, besides the pain will be gone soon. Just push it in baby. It’s better in one swift thrust.”
“Why aren’t you in me yet?” Key looks over his shoulder right when he pushes in until the hilt, Jonghyun’s back arching off the couch and groaning.
“Give him time first, you know I can get a little rough at times like this. I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You’re so caring baby,” the feminine boy reaches back and pulls the taller in for another passionate kiss. Their tongues waste no time in invading each other’s mouths, saliva slowly dripping from their mouths. Key remains still, letting the boy underneath him adjust fully.
“Move Key, fucking move already,” Jonghyun demands, his hips rocking down onto the other’s cock.
“You sure? Because once I start, I don’t stop until I get my release.”
“Just fuck me already.”
“Mm, someone’s impatient,” Key pulls out to the tip before thrusting back into the tight heat. He slowly builds up a steady rhythm, Jonghyun rocking his hips to meet the thrusts of the other.
“Mm, harder Kibummie,” Jonghyun moans, hand moving to his own erection to help add to the pleasure, but it’s slapped away before he can even get his fingers around it. He looks up to see Minho wagging his finger at him.
“I said no touching hyung.”
“Choi Minho, if you don’t get inside me right now, I’m not doing it for a week!” Key grunts between thrusts, the sweat making his body glisten and Jonghyun suddenly has the urge to lick his entire body. He sticks his tongue out of his mouth and leans forward, getting the first taste of the salty, sweet skin of the diva. He never thought he could get addicted to a taste so fast, his tongue quickly working over the body in front of him.
Minho pushes into his boyfriend in one swift go, hitting his prostate in the process. Key arches his back, his thrusts ceasing for a moment as the taller starts to thrust into him, “How does it feel baby?”
“Amazing,” Key moans, picking his thrusts up where he left off, “Don’t worry Jjongie, I haven’t forgotten about you. It’ll only get better from here. Trust me.”
Key barely has to work on thrusting at this point, the force of Minho’s thrust alone is enough to push him deep into Jonghyun. All three of their moans quickly fill the entire dorm. It’s hard to tell each moan apart except for when names are used. None of them are evening worrying about the possibility of the other members and their manager coming back while they are in the midst of it all. They are too caught up in the high of fucking and being fucked to care.
“Right there Key!” Jonghyun screams, back arching until his ass is fully off the couch, Key’s cock ramming into his prostate repeatedly. He can feel his second orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach. A few more thrusts and he’s sent over the edge. He comes in hard, long strings of cum shooting from his dick onto Key’s stomach. He’s never experienced an orgasm of this magnitude before. Hands move up to tangle in his hair as he revels in every last moment of it, Minho’s thrusts never slowly down.
Key smashes their lips together for one last kiss before Minho pulls him off of Jonghyun. He lays his boyfriend down on the ground, the latter’s legs wrapping around his waist as he plunges into the abused hole once more. Jonghyun watches through hazy eyes as the rapper fucks the smaller into the floor. Their moans of each other’s names going straight to his cock. He couldn’t be getting hard again, there was no way he had the energy for another orgasm. The last one sucked him dry.
“Baby, I’m going to-” Key’s mouth opens in a silent scream as he cums all over Minho’s abs, his body convulsing a bit from the force of it. He falls back to the floor like a rag doll, allowing Minho to continue fucking him senseless. Jonghyun feels thin fingers feeling up his calf and he looks down, making eye contact with Key again, “Let me clean you up again hyung.”
“I don’t think I can move Kibummie.”
“Come on. Just slide off the couch. You can sit on my chest while I clean you up. Please. I want to,” and he can’t say no to those pleading eyes. He starts to slide off the couch slowly.
“Let me clean him baby,” Minho grunts, orgasm slowly washing over him in waves, every one bigger than the last. His cum shooting into his boyfriend, hitting his prostate.
“But…”
“You can clean me.”
“Okay,” Minho moves up towards Key’s waiting mouth, helping Jonghyun back up on the couch in the process. He leans forward and slowly takes in the singer’s entire length. The room smells like cum, sex, and sweat now, but none of them care. And without any warning, Jonghyun comes for a third time when Minho deep throats him. The younger hallows out his cheeks to suck every last drop out of him. A pop resonates through the room as Jonghyun’s cock leaves Minho’s mouth. His breathing is shallow and erratic, chest moving up and down in spurts as he tries to steady it. He was thoroughly exhausted at this point, he didn’t know how the other two could keep going. They were now in the 69 position, ‘cleaning’ each other up. It doesn’t last long though. Jonghyun can see when they both reach their climax again, bodies spasming against one another as Minho rolls off the Key. The diva crawling over to cuddle with the rapper as they share soft kisses and ‘I love yous.’
“Fuck,” Jonghyun says, breathing finally coming easily to him again, “Remind me to never come into this damn computer room when you two are here again.”
“Whatever, you know you enjoyed it Jjongie,” Key says through a yawn, Minho pulling their bodies closer together.
“Hand me that blanket hyung,” he points to the blanket hanging over the arm of the couch. Jonghyun grabs a corner and pulls it off, tossing it at the two on the floor.
“I’m tired as hell.”
“Shut up!” Key whines, eyes closing from exhaustion, his boyfriend already fast asleep beside him.
“Make me,” Jonghyun pauses, “Wait, don’t.”
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRINGS: MinKey, JongKey, JongMinKey, hint!YoungTae
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: Smut, PWP
SUMMARY: His eyes and mouth open wide as he drinks in the sight of his best friend straddling his boyfriend on the computer chair. Both parties were still fully clothed, but Jonghyun could only imagine where things were leading by the way Key was grinding his hips into Minho’s.
A/N: I got the idea when I was going to work this morning. Don't ask. haha. I hope the whole thing makes sense, I kind of just went where my muse took me. And apparently my muse is really horny. haha. Enjoy! Please comment and let me know what you think. I've never written an OT3 before, I hope I did okay. haha.
There’s a reason why Jonghyun’s face flushes every time he steps into the computer room of their dorm. He actually can’t even think of the room without getting slightly turned on from the pictures that play in his mind. No one would have guessed half the things that happen in that room. They all knew that every one of them have probably masturbated at least once from porn they would watch online, they were guys after all. But far more sexual things have happened and Jonghyun knows exactly what those things were. They really should get a new computer chair after what’s been done on it.
“Hey Youngwon,” Onew greets from the couch as the blue-haired boy is pulled into their dorm by their maknae.
“Hi hyung! How are-” he’s unable to finish his sentence because he’s tugged rather roughly into their computer room. It isn’t long before moans can be heard through the walls.
“Geez, you’d think they’d have some curtsey and at least try to keep it down,” Key says from the recliner, magazine in hand.
“You’re one to talk,” Jonghyun responds, half engrossed in the video game he was playing with Minho.
“Shut up dino boy!”
“Make me.”
“You wish I would.”
“WOO!” Minho jumps up from the couch and punches the air, “You owe me a drink hyung!”
“FUCK BABY!” Taemin yells from the other room.
“What do you say we go and get that drink now?” Jonghyun suggests as they all stare at the direction the loud moans and screams are coming from, “Drinks are on me.”
“Let’s stop by the store and get some cleaning supplies as well,” Key adds, “I have a feeling someone will be cleaning that room when we get back.”
“NOT IT!” Minho yells, grabbing his and Key’s coats from the closet.
“NOT IT!” Onew adds, throwing on his shoes.
“NOT IT!” Key finally yells after Minho helps him with his jacket.
“DAMNIT!” Jonghyun slumps as they leave the dorm. He definitely wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up whatever fluids were being spilled in the room at the moment.
Ever since that moment, Jonghyun has barely ever gone into that room unless he absolutely needed to. He normally opted to just using his laptop’s wifi instead. Although there were times when he would need to use that computer like when he needed to print something out or the time when their wifi was on the fritz.
“Minho-ah,” he calls out when he opens the door to the room. The younger is currently lounging at the desk, attention glued to the screen in front of him.
“Hm?”
“How long are you going to be? I need to print something off,” he enters the room and stands behind his band member.
“Not much longer hyung.”
“What are you doing anyways?”
“Just checking the scores and some stats.”
“What for?”
“Do you really need to ask?” the rapper looks over his shoulder and gives the lead vocal a sarcastic look.
“Whatever. Just hurry up. I have to leave for my schedule in like twenty minutes.”
“Go get ready then. I should be done by the time you get back.”
“I am ready. I just need to print something out first.”
“Well give me five more minutes okay?”
“Fine,” Jonghyun continued to stand behind the other as he scrolled through the website, clicking on various teams to get their full stats before going back to the home page. He really didn’t see how the younger could possibly sit at the computer for hours just checking stats. It was boring to him. What was so interesting about a bunch of random numbers? As far as he was concerned as long as his team won, that’s all that mattered. He didn’t need to know every individual’s goal percentage and all that other crap.
“Nhg,” Minho grunts and Jonghyun turns his attention back to the other. His eyes were now closed, hands gripping the desk.
“Minho-ah, are you okay?” the older rushes up to the other and places his hands on Minho’s shoulders, rubbing them.
“Hmph,” is the only response he gets. Jonghyun is starting to worry now, afraid that the other is in serious pain. He was beginning to freak out, not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do.
“Minho-ah, tell me where it hurts.”
“Fuck baby! Too much teeth!”
“What?”
“That’s better.”
“What are you talking about?” and when he looks at the younger again, he’s completely relaxed. Minho is leaning back onto the chair, hands slowly releasing the desk before going up to run through his hair.
“We’re done hyung,” Jonghyun nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees Key crawl out from under the desk, wiping the corners of his mouth with his hand, “The computer is all yours. Come on baby.”
Minho clicks the home button on the browser before standing up off the chair. Key is already in front of him, tucking his boyfriend back into his pants before zipping and buttoning them back up. Their fingers lace together before they begin to make their way out of the room.
“Oh and I’m making pasta for dinner tonight, so don’t get any snacks on your way home from your schedule,” is the last thing Key says before the door clicks behind them. Jonghyun’s attention goes back to the chair Minho was just sitting on. Was he really in the room when Key was giving Minho head? How did he not know? More importantly how can Minho remain so calm AND look up sport scores while that was happening? He needed to get out of this room and fast. And that’s exactly what he did, not even bothering to do what he originally went into the room to do.
It’s been a little over a month since Jonghyun got the surgery on his ankle. He was still out for any kind of schedules just to make sure he’d be ready in time for their Japan debut. He enjoyed the time off at first, just relaxing at the door and only leaving to go to his physical therapy appointments. It was great and he’s never felt this well-rested since he signed up to be in the band years and years ago. But now, he was starting to go insane. He officially had cabin fever. He had to go out, he had to do something or he will definitely lose his mind completely.
A restless sigh escapes his lips as he flips through the channels on the TV. for the fifth time in the past hour. There was nothing absolutely nothing to watch and he had already gone through their entire DVD collection two weeks after he came home from the hospital. Everyone was out, so there was no one to talk to. Well not everyone was out. Minho and Key didn’t have any schedules today, but they were both asleep in their room. He didn’t want to disturb them, they needed the rest. The rest of his members were working double time to make up for his absence and he felt guilty for it, but grateful at the same time. Even though they were all being stretched thinner than usual, none of them complained. Well Taemin did complain every now and then, but it about not being able to see his boyfriend.
“Ugh,” Jonghyun turned the TV. off and crashed back onto the couch. He let’s out a few more groans. He was bored out of his mind and hoping that Minho or Key would wake up soon to keep him company. His eyes open and he stares up at the white ceiling above him. What the hell was he going to do to keep himself from going insane?! “THE COMPUTER!”
He slowly gets off the couch and starts to make his way to the computer room. Damn Onew for borrowing his laptop today of all days. He really didn’t want to go into that room. Then again, he hasn’t masturbated in a few weeks and that’s always helps time fly. What was that sight that Taemin was telling him about again?
Jonghyun was so caught up in his own thoughts that it took him a few minutes to realize what’s already going on inside the room when he had opened the door. It’s only the sound of a soft moan that he’s pulled from his thoughts. His eyes and mouth open wide as he drinks in the sight of his best friend straddling his boyfriend on the computer chair. Both parties were still fully clothed, but Jonghyun could only imagine where things were leading by the way Key was grinding his hips into Minho’s. All the blood in his body immediately rushes down to his crotch. Unconsciously his hand moves to his crotch and he begins to stroke himself over his sweats.
“Baby,” Key groans into the other’s mouth, his hips moving faster now, “Come on, please.”
Minho’s attention is still on the computer screen though. He’s scrolling through a webpage, completely unaffected by his boyfriend’s ministrations. Key, being the attention whore he is, isn’t going to lose to sports. He was going to make sure his boyfriend fulfilled his needs in the best and most pleasurable way possible. Key attaches his mouth to Minho’s neck, knowing just the place to go to slowly drive him up the wall. He slowly starts to suck on the skin just under the younger’s ear, his hips still working their magic. It isn’t long before Key can feel Minho’s bulge rubbing into his own.
“You,” Minho finally says, pulling Key away from his neck and up to his lips. Their kiss is slow, neither one of them in any rush to go further just yet. Key just wanted his boyfriend’s undivided attention, which is exactly what he had now. Minho’s hand finds their way to the other’s hips, slowly taking over the movement of his hips, “You are very naughty.”
“Well maybe you should punish me,” the feminine boy responds through their kiss. All the while, Jonghyun is standing in the doorway watching them. His hands were now inside his sweats, glad that he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath them. He grips his stiff cock hard as his hand works its way up and down. He’s so focused on jacking himself off and the show going on in front of him that he doesn’t realize the low moan that escapes his lips.
“Baby,” Key pulls away from the kiss just enough to complete his sentence, “I think we have an audience.”
Minho turns the chair so they both can get a look at the person standing at the door and in turn enhancing the view that Jonghyun has, “Oh hey hyung.”
“Mmhmm,” is the only sound that is able to come out of Jonghyun’s mouth. Has it really been that long since he masturbated? The only thing that Minho and Key were doing were making out and dry humping each other, he couldn’t be getting off on just that alone. But surprisingly he was, he could already feel his climax nearing.
“You enjoying what you see Jjongie?” Key asks while Minho’s lips move to his neck, sucking on the Adam’s apple and causing a moan to escape from the smaller’s mouth.
“Mmhmm, keep it up.”
“Really? We’re not even naked yet.”
“What are you waiting for then?”
“We like to take things slow, increases the pleasure and therefore makes for an amazing orgasm.”
“Oh?”
“Uh huh,” Jonghyun watches as one of Minho’s hands move from Key’s waist to the front of his pants. The sound of Key’s pants being undone echoes through the silent dorm. Jonghyun’s eyes move down as he watches the lead rapper pull out his boyfriend’s rock hard cock and begins to stroke him. The image alone has Jonghyun rocking into his hand at an abnormally fast pace, wanting his release to come already. And it doesn’t take long for him to get it. He leans his head against the frame, moaning as he shots his load all over his hands and the inside of his sweats.
“I never thought I’d be turned on by watching someone jack off to us baby,” Minho says to Key and the latter can only nod in agreement, “Why don’t you go and clean him up?”
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Go ahead baby. Besides, Jonghyun hyung shouldn’t be on his foot for this long.”
“You’re right,” Key climbs off his boyfriend’s lap, stepping out of his jeans in the process. He walks over to Jonghyun and grabs the hand that isn’t inside the other’s sweats. The older looks up and is shocked to see Key smirking at him with lust-filled eyes. He allows himself to be led into the room and seated at the couch.
“Clean him up baby.”
“Mmhmm,” Key sinks down to his knees, pulling the hand out of the lead vocal’s pants. The latter watches in amazement as the diva begins to lick and suck his hand clean, “You taste good hyung. A little sweeter than Minho.”
With the mention of the other, Jonghyun turns his attention to the boy who is still sitting on the computer chair across the room. His eyes immediately go to the stiff cock that was in Minho’s hand, slowly working it from the base to the tip, “Take off his pants.”
“Okay,” Jonghyun jumps when he feels Key’s nimble fingers start to pull at the waistband of his sweats. Their eyes lock as his pants are slowly pulled off his body. Key licks his lips, taking in the sight of his hyung’s slowly hardening cock in front of him, “Hyung, that’s a lot of cum.”
“Um,” a small amount of blood rushes to the singer’s cheeks, he didn’t know how exactly to respond to that comment. Of course he came a lot after not getting any kind of release for so long, it was only natural. Key didn’t seem to expect much of an answer, opting to get right to work instead. His pink tongue comes out of his swollen lips to start licking up the length of the member in front of him. Jonghyun inhales a sharp breath at the sensation of it all, his cock getting harder with every swipe of the younger’s tongue.
“That’s right baby, clean him up real good,” Minho has his attention again and he’s surprised to see that he’s fully naked now. His eyes slowly roaming over every last inch of caramel skin that was now exposed to him. He’s seen Minho half naked before since the latter enjoyed to walk around the dorm without a shirt on most of the time, but it’s completely different to see him completely naked. Minho stroking himself and the feeling of Key’s moist, hot mouth surrounding his length is enough to make him fully hard again.
“Mm, Key,” Jonghyun moans as he feels himself slip deeper into Key’s mouth, practically hitting the back of his throat before he pulls back only to repeat the action again.
“He’s good isn’t he?”
“Fuck yeah. You lucky son of a bitch Minho.”
“Just be glad that I’m sharing him with you. This is a one time thing though, don’t get used to it. He’s still my boyfriend.”
“You better not leave me hanging then.”
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t,” the smirk on Minho’s face sends a chill down the singer’s spine, “I think he’s clean enough baby.”
Key pulls his head back, releasing Jonghyun’s cock with a soft pop. He turns to face his boyfriend who is now approaching the two. The moment he’s close enough to them, Key has his mouth wrapped around Minho’s erection wasting no time at all and deep throating him. Jonghyun’s hand is back around his cock, pumping it as he watches and listens to the diva giving their lead rapper head. It definitely didn’t sound like this the last time he walked in on them. Then again, there was really nothing to hide or conceal at this point. There was no one in the dorm so there was no reason for any of them to hold back their cries of pleasure.
Minho slaps Jonghyun’s hand away, wagging his finger, “No touching hyung. Let us take care of you.” He pulls Key off the ground, crashing their lips together in an intense kiss. It’s sloppy and filled with lust. Jonghyun can see glimpses of pinch tongues when their mouths open just a bit and he wants nothing more than to join in with the kiss. He really just wants any kind of attention at this point. He was starting to ache down there.
“Baby, we’re neglecting our hyung,” Key says, pulling away from the taller boy and turning to the one on the couch. Jonghyun smiles up at them, glad to be getting their attention again.
“What do you think we should do then?” Minho’s lips are placing kisses up and down Key’s neck, pulling his shirt off in the process to expose more skin to his mouth.
“I want to fuck him.”
Jonghyun’s eyes widen at the sentence and he sits up, “What?! No way! No fucking way! If anyone is going to be topping, it’s me!”
Key turns to face him, Minho’s arms snaking around the slim, milky white waist. His mouth starts to suck on the junction between the shoulder and neck and Key reaches his hand out to caress Jonghyun’s cheek, “Well you don’t have much of a say sweetheart. Besides you can’t be putting so much weight and strain on that ankle of yours. Mm, baby that feels good.”
“You like that?” Minho mumbles skin sucked in between his lips.
“Yes, keep doing that,” the diva’s other hand moves to the back of Minho’s head, keeping it in place. His eyes closing as pleasure moves from his shoulder down to his cock.
“You’re still not fucking me Kibum,” Jonghyun crosses his arms over his chest, his shirt sticking to it from the sweat that he had built up. He groans and pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside.
“Jjongie, trust me. You won’t regret it,” Key is leaning over him, hands on either side of his head and lips dangerously close to his.
“Read my lips Kibum.”
“Okay,” their lips connect in a soft kiss that slowly gets more and more intense. Their heads moving from side to side, trying to find the perfect position so they both can enjoy it. Key pushes his tongue into the singer’s mouth, the latter immediately begins to suck on it. Moans leave both of their mouths, distracting Jonghyun enough that he doesn’t feel Minho’s finger probing his entrance.
“Keep him distracted baby, I’m going to prepare him for you,” Minho whispers into Key’s ear.
“What did he say?” Jonghyun asks between short breaths of air.
“Nothing, just relax Jjongie,” Key answers, intensifying the kiss by grabbing both of their erections in his hand and pumping them slowly. More moans come from their mouths, the kiss beginning to get sloppy and that’s when Minho shoves in the first finger. Key eats up the gasp that Jonghyun let’s out, his back arching at the sudden intrusion.
“Do me at the same time baby,” the diva orders, mouth working it’s way down Jonghyun’s neck. Jonghyun looks over the younger’s shoulder and can see that Minho is working the fingers of his other hand in and out of his boyfriend, quickly adding in more fingers. He felt kind of like a pansy since he was still aching from just the one finger in him. Then again, he doesn’t really do this and from some of the sounds he hears from the couple’s shared bedroom, they did this quite often.
“You can add another one Minho,” Jonghyun says through gritted teeth, preparing himself for the added pain of a second finger being added to him. Key distracts him a little by taking a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it and nibbling on it before sucking it gently. Incoherent moans leave Jonghyun’s mouth.
“Damn Minho, why didn’t you ever tell me how talented his tongue and mouth are?” Jonghyun groans just as Minho adds another finger. He starts to scissor the entrance, the other noticing that he’s no longer stretching Key anymore, “You done with him?”
“I like him tight, so I try not to stretch him too much.”
“He okay with it?”
“He prefers I don’t prepare him at all actually. He’s ready when you are baby.”
“Mm,” Key was working on the other nipple and gives it one last nibble before releasing it, “You ready Jjongie?”
“Do I have a choice?” Jonghyun pecks Key’s swollen lips.
“Not really, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy every last bit of me. Baby get the lube,” their lips crash together again and Jonghyun can hear the faint sound of footsteps throughout the room. He hears a bottle cap open and the sound of its contents being squeezed out. Key moans into the kiss as Minho lathers his cock up with lube.
“Since when has there been lube in here?”
“Since we started having sex in here.”
“How often?”
“At least once a week.”
“Can’t keep it in the bedroom?”
“We like a change of scenery every once in awhile. Now relax for me Jjongie,” Key caresses his cheek, kissing all over his face and neck.
“Nhg,” Jonghyun grunts, feeling the diva’s rather thick length pushing into his hole who would have thought that he’d be packing down south.
“Relax hyung,” Minho’s hands rub up and down his sides, coaxes his body to loosen up, “It doesn’t hurt as much if you relax, besides the pain will be gone soon. Just push it in baby. It’s better in one swift thrust.”
“Why aren’t you in me yet?” Key looks over his shoulder right when he pushes in until the hilt, Jonghyun’s back arching off the couch and groaning.
“Give him time first, you know I can get a little rough at times like this. I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You’re so caring baby,” the feminine boy reaches back and pulls the taller in for another passionate kiss. Their tongues waste no time in invading each other’s mouths, saliva slowly dripping from their mouths. Key remains still, letting the boy underneath him adjust fully.
“Move Key, fucking move already,” Jonghyun demands, his hips rocking down onto the other’s cock.
“You sure? Because once I start, I don’t stop until I get my release.”
“Just fuck me already.”
“Mm, someone’s impatient,” Key pulls out to the tip before thrusting back into the tight heat. He slowly builds up a steady rhythm, Jonghyun rocking his hips to meet the thrusts of the other.
“Mm, harder Kibummie,” Jonghyun moans, hand moving to his own erection to help add to the pleasure, but it’s slapped away before he can even get his fingers around it. He looks up to see Minho wagging his finger at him.
“I said no touching hyung.”
“Choi Minho, if you don’t get inside me right now, I’m not doing it for a week!” Key grunts between thrusts, the sweat making his body glisten and Jonghyun suddenly has the urge to lick his entire body. He sticks his tongue out of his mouth and leans forward, getting the first taste of the salty, sweet skin of the diva. He never thought he could get addicted to a taste so fast, his tongue quickly working over the body in front of him.
Minho pushes into his boyfriend in one swift go, hitting his prostate in the process. Key arches his back, his thrusts ceasing for a moment as the taller starts to thrust into him, “How does it feel baby?”
“Amazing,” Key moans, picking his thrusts up where he left off, “Don’t worry Jjongie, I haven’t forgotten about you. It’ll only get better from here. Trust me.”
Key barely has to work on thrusting at this point, the force of Minho’s thrust alone is enough to push him deep into Jonghyun. All three of their moans quickly fill the entire dorm. It’s hard to tell each moan apart except for when names are used. None of them are evening worrying about the possibility of the other members and their manager coming back while they are in the midst of it all. They are too caught up in the high of fucking and being fucked to care.
“Right there Key!” Jonghyun screams, back arching until his ass is fully off the couch, Key’s cock ramming into his prostate repeatedly. He can feel his second orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach. A few more thrusts and he’s sent over the edge. He comes in hard, long strings of cum shooting from his dick onto Key’s stomach. He’s never experienced an orgasm of this magnitude before. Hands move up to tangle in his hair as he revels in every last moment of it, Minho’s thrusts never slowly down.
Key smashes their lips together for one last kiss before Minho pulls him off of Jonghyun. He lays his boyfriend down on the ground, the latter’s legs wrapping around his waist as he plunges into the abused hole once more. Jonghyun watches through hazy eyes as the rapper fucks the smaller into the floor. Their moans of each other’s names going straight to his cock. He couldn’t be getting hard again, there was no way he had the energy for another orgasm. The last one sucked him dry.
“Baby, I’m going to-” Key’s mouth opens in a silent scream as he cums all over Minho’s abs, his body convulsing a bit from the force of it. He falls back to the floor like a rag doll, allowing Minho to continue fucking him senseless. Jonghyun feels thin fingers feeling up his calf and he looks down, making eye contact with Key again, “Let me clean you up again hyung.”
“I don’t think I can move Kibummie.”
“Come on. Just slide off the couch. You can sit on my chest while I clean you up. Please. I want to,” and he can’t say no to those pleading eyes. He starts to slide off the couch slowly.
“Let me clean him baby,” Minho grunts, orgasm slowly washing over him in waves, every one bigger than the last. His cum shooting into his boyfriend, hitting his prostate.
“But…”
“You can clean me.”
“Okay,” Minho moves up towards Key’s waiting mouth, helping Jonghyun back up on the couch in the process. He leans forward and slowly takes in the singer’s entire length. The room smells like cum, sex, and sweat now, but none of them care. And without any warning, Jonghyun comes for a third time when Minho deep throats him. The younger hallows out his cheeks to suck every last drop out of him. A pop resonates through the room as Jonghyun’s cock leaves Minho’s mouth. His breathing is shallow and erratic, chest moving up and down in spurts as he tries to steady it. He was thoroughly exhausted at this point, he didn’t know how the other two could keep going. They were now in the 69 position, ‘cleaning’ each other up. It doesn’t last long though. Jonghyun can see when they both reach their climax again, bodies spasming against one another as Minho rolls off the Key. The diva crawling over to cuddle with the rapper as they share soft kisses and ‘I love yous.’
“Fuck,” Jonghyun says, breathing finally coming easily to him again, “Remind me to never come into this damn computer room when you two are here again.”
“Whatever, you know you enjoyed it Jjongie,” Key says through a yawn, Minho pulling their bodies closer together.
“Hand me that blanket hyung,” he points to the blanket hanging over the arm of the couch. Jonghyun grabs a corner and pulls it off, tossing it at the two on the floor.
“I’m tired as hell.”
“Shut up!” Key whines, eyes closing from exhaustion, his boyfriend already fast asleep beside him.
“Make me,” Jonghyun pauses, “Wait, don’t.”