Pants (1/2)
Title: Pants (1/2)
Author: hellokeytty
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Key/Minho
Summary: Minho has always wondered about it. He's never done anything to figure it out. Finally, the questions are solved.
Word Count: 1,882 Words
I need to find out.
Minho sat on the floor, sweat dripping from his hair and face, right next to Jonghyun. But unlike his hyung--who sounded like he had just ran a triatholon--Minho's breathing was calm.
Why?
Because he was too focused on the boy dancing in front of him. Even as he leaned back against the blue wall in the practice room, Minho's eyes never tore from that...ass.
Yes, Minho knew that he shouldn't be looking. He knew he shouldn't have watched as he made a low dip making those super skinny jeans stretch. He knew he shouldn't have licked his lips at the delicious sight. He knew he shouldn't even be thinking of the boy like that.
But he was just curious.
He really wanted to know.
Before the song ended--it barely even passed the chorus--the leader wobbled over and crashed down next to Jonghyun. Immediately, Jonghyun's head pipped up and a silly grin grew on his face as he locked eyes with the leader.
"Do you want to go to the bathroom with me?" Onew asked through a shaky breath. Even though Onew had just got done dancing one of the hardest choreographies they had learned, Minho knew there was another reason behind the leader's nervousness.
"S-Sure hyung," Jonghun replied with a shy smile.
When does Jonghyun hyung ever stutter? Only around Onew hyung.
Minho didn't miss the blush his younger hyung made as Onew grabbed his hand and jerked him forward. He watched as his hyungs left the room, leaving him to sit by himself on the wooden floor.
Those two are really too obvious, Minho thought. He chuckled as the words coursed through his brain. Minho turned his attention back to the boy, only to find out that the song had just finished and he was standing in the middle of the room with his palms against his knees as he bent forward.
Still, Minho had a nice view of that ass.
God, did he want to know so badly.
"Hyung! Hyung! Did I do a good job?" the maknae squeeled as he bolted over. Minho looked up and his eyes softened. Taemin's hair was a messy bunch, his bangs clinging to his face as his pony tail bobbed behind him. Minho grabbed a towel and the nearest bottle of water and stood up.
"Of course you did Minnie! Perfect as always," Minho replied. Taemin blushed at the last sentence, his cheeks going darker than they were before. Minho took the liberty of wiping away the sweat as Taemin accepted the bottle and drank a generous amount.
"Where," Key panted--really, the Lucifer choreography was hard and exhausting--"are Jonghyun and Onew hyung?"
Minho turned his attention to Key at the perfect moment.
Key was bent over, rummaging through his gym bag.
Minho had a perfect view of that ass.
He tore his eyes away, knowing that if he stared longer, his band mates would be suspicious of his actions.
"The hyungs went to the bathroom, as usual," Minho said without skipping a beat. Taemin rolled his eyes before bouncing off to his own bag. Key just shook his head and stood up, a pink towel in hand along with a fan.
"Really, those two are always going. Well, whatever. Come on you guys, let's go back to the dorm," Key announced. He hooked the towel around his neck, picked up his bag off the floor and began fanning himself as he began to walk towards the door.
Minho and Taemin followed behind their hyung.
That ass.
- - -
Okay.
Now this is torture.
As if Key didn't already own enough super skinny jeans, he had just bought another. Actually, three more pairs.
(Minho was pretty sure that the last pair should've been tights. They're that skinny.)
And now--Minho didn't know if this was a good thing or not--a cordi-noona had just chosen an outfit that made Key's ass look so.. delicious.
Minho's eyes practically raped the boy in front of him.
He noticed how those slender calves fit perfectly inside the black fabric.
He noticed how those thunder things fit perfectly against the red skull print.
And of course, he noticed how that ass was perfectly curved against the pocket jeans.
Is it wrong for MInho to love a pair of pants?
-
Min how had just witnessed one of the greatest torements he'd ever faced.
Through the whole event, all his eyes could lock onto were Key's ass.
He would constantly steal glances, making him feel awkward in the nether regions.
He would have gotten a boner but he knew he had to control himself.
I mean, how embarrassing would it be to get a boner in front of all those fans?
Minho was just relieved that the event was over.
He lay back in his bed, his eyes situating itself on the ceiling as images of the events replayed in his head like a broken record.
Oh God, did Minho want to know.
He wanted to know so badly.
But he didn't know how to find out.
He didn't want to be blunt about it.
It would be creepy.
But still, he was curious.
- - -
"Hyung! It's your turn to do the laundry!" Taemin screeched. All four of the boys glanced at each otherr, confused to whom the maknae was calling.
"Mianhe! Minho hyung! It's your turn to do the laundry!" Taemin corrected himself. Minho groaned underneath his breath as his hyungs turned their attention back to the T.V.
Minho shuffled over, giving Taemin a small smile--as if he'd miss that mischevious smirk on Taemin's face. That bastard--before beginning to take out the laundry.
Jeans.
Minho just huffed. He hated doing the jeans. They always felt too heated against his fingertips. He hated how he to flip them inside out. He hated how he had to figure out which pair belonged to which member.
Either way, Minho had to do them. It was 'his turn' and he had to be responsible for them. Minho opened the drying machine open and placed the basket on top of them. Reaching in deep, Minho caught a pair in his hands. He pulled it out, his eyes instantly widening.
These pair of jeans weren't any ordinary pair of jeans.
They were Key's.
Minho gulped, feeling his mouth go dry at the fact he actually had Key's jeans in his hand.
Finally, he could figure out the mysterious question he longed to answer.
His hands flung to situate them in front of his face.
And slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled the tag up.
Oh my God.
-
"Thanks for doing the laundry hyung," Taemin whispered into Minho's ear. Minho gave Taemin a quick glare. He knew it was Taemin's turn and not his. Before he could complain to the boy, Taemin flashed him a peace sign and smile before skipping over to his own room.
That bastard.
"Minho, you made sure you sorted them correctly right?" Onew asked as he approached the boy.
"Deh. I knew who's was who's. Obviously, Taemin had the skinniest jeans, you had the largest pair--after me of course--and Jonghyun hyung had the shortest."
"Yah! It's not my fault I'm so short! Blame my parents!" the older huffed. He stormed into his room, feeling slight irritation and embarrassment.
"Aish that kid. I'll go calm his nerves," Onew mumbled before trailing towards Jonghyun's room.
"What about my jeans Minho?" Key asked innocently. Minho felt his heart pound.
This was it.
"I'll explain in your room." Minho stated. Key looked at him skeptically but led the boy to his room. As Key entered, Minho locked the door behind him.
"What's going on?" Key asked nervously.
"Hyung, I know about your jeans," Minho said in a monotone voice.
"W-What are you talking about?" Key stuttered.
"Don't play dumb with me, size--"
"Okay! Okay! Yes, you caught me. I do wear..."
"Hyung. Hyung. You wear girl jeans."
"So?" Key replied in a tiny voice.
"It all makes sense now!"
Key cocked an eyebrow, wondering what the boy was talking about. Minho turned red as soon as he realized what he had just blurted out. Key slowly approached him, his eyes giving Minho a judging look.
"What makes sense?"
"N-Nothing..."
Key inched closer and closer to Minho, making the younger move away. Minho only realized he was trapped when he fell back onto Key's bed. Key crossed his arms and popped his hip out, patiently waiting for an answer.
"I...always wonder why you had..."
"Why I had what?"
"Why you had such a nice...ass," Minho mumbled. He jerked his ehad awya, knowing that his cheeks were burning a deep shade of red.
He knew Key was close when he felt the older boy's aura near his body. He sucked in his pride and glanced over at his hyung. Surprisingly, Key's face wasn't in shock or utter disgust as Minho had imagined it. Instead, there was a playful smirk gracing his lips. Key bent forward and took Minho's right hand, confusing the boy.
"You think I have a nice ass?" Key asked innocently--though Minho knew that question was not even close to being innocent. Minho watched as Key placed his hand on that perfect ass of his. Minho's heart raced as his fingers danced across the thin fabric.
"So? What's your answer?" Key pipped up. Minho snapped out of his fantasies and nodded diligently, forgetting that the latter had asked him something. Key smiled and took Minho's other hand and placed it on the other cheek, making Minho's eyes widen.
His hands were actually touching that ass.
That ass.
"C-Can I?" Minho stuttered. Key looked at him questioningly, but got the memo when he saw Mihho biting his lip. Key bobbed his head up and down in agreement, giving Minho permission.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Minho gave that ass a hard squeeze. Key closed his eyes as the sensual feeling of Minho's hands on him coursed through his body. Minho's palms glided across the print, his grasps becoming harder and harder with every touch.
"Bend over," Minho commanded. Key obliged, situating his stomach onto Minho's lap as he placed himself over the taller boy.
Minho licked his lips feeling the heat rise in his nether regions. His fingers played with the hem of Key's sweat pants. Losing his senses, Minho tugged the pants down along with the boxers, exposing the flesh that lay beneath it.
Minho swore his breathing stopped at the first glance.
It was perfect.
Perfect.
He had nothing insulting to say about the older boy's bottom. His hands traced the plump skin, fingertips feeling the smoothness it had. He went around the whole left cheek before moving to the right with as much enthusiasum. And without any warning, he slapped it.
Hard.
Key grunted in response but quivered into a moan as Minho slapped the flesh again. Minho loved the feeling underneath his palm as Key's ample ass came into contact with it. He watched as every whip left a giant mark on either cheek, burning the skin with red.
"Oh God, Minho," Key moaned. Minho smirked, his pride overwhelming himself. buth then a single thought popped into his mind.
Minho needed to know how it felt to be inside of Key.
- - -
Surprisingly, this song wasn't inspired by A$$ xD