Squeaky Clean
Title: Squeaky Clean
Author: KiWI
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongho hinted!2min
Summary: Minho and Jonghun find themselves in a shower together
The door slammed hard. Minho ran across the bathroom and into the hot shower. Jonghyun jumped back surprised instinctively covering himself.
"Key is hunting me down" Minho explained. He was fully clothed and now drenched. He pushed his hair back peering at jonghyun tentatively. Jonghyun blushed locking eyes with Minho. Minho’s leering eyes roaming across his body was putting him on edge.
“Do you mind?” he hissed still trying to cover himself.
“Not at all. Please carry on” Minho smirked clearly knowing what jonghyun meant.
“Like hell I will!” Jonghyun yelled.
“Why? you want me to help.” He began peeling off his clothes, casting them aside.
“You better not touch me,” He warned.
“And if I do?” Minho stepped closer.
Unexpectedly, Minho ran his hands down Jonghyun’s back cupping each cheek, pulling him close and out from under the spray of water. Jonghyun couldn’t help but tremble. He tried not to notice the erection he was getting. Jonghyun tried pulling away but that had the opposite effect.
“Jonghyun you’ve been avoiding me,” he stated kneading his ass like dough.
“I-Is that right?” He looked everywhere but Minho.
“Yes it is and why is that hyung?” Minho said his warm breath caressing Jonghyun’s ear.
Jonghyun couldn’t possibly tell him that he and taemin made a bet and he lost and now he was banded from touching Minho for two weeks, not even casually. Plus if he told him, it would be against the rules. So he just shrugged.
He used every scrap of willpower he had to keep himself from becoming hard. Almost managing until Minho grinded hard against Jonghyun. The connection instantly hardening his dick. He let out a throaty moan, gripping Minho’s arms to keep himself upright. Dammit! Jonghyun thought.
“Don’t you want me anymore Jonghyunnie?”
Minho lifted jonghyun up to where Jonghyun could wrap his legs around his waist, never letting go of his ass. Jonghyun groaned at the slow taunting strokes Minho gave him. The younger nibbled at his hard nipples, flicking his tongue skillfully to get the sexy whimpers he wanted.
“Stop” jonghyun hummed.
“Do you really want me to?” Minho paused.
Unconsciously, Jonghyun’s treacherous body grinded upward into Minho’s hand.
“Was that a no?” He ran a thumb over the tip of his slick dick.
Jonghyun was humping and grinding Minho uselessly trying to create the friction he wanted. Minho leered cheekily; this was his little payback for all the avoiding he had done. Jonghyun whined helplessly frustrated.
“Use your words” Minho suggested kissing a trail from his collarbone to the shell of his ear. Jonghyun threw his head back while Minho assaulted his neck. Words? What were words? Jonghyun couldn’t form a simple yes. His mind was too jumbled. A part of it wanted Minho right now and the other was saying NO! Hell has no fury like Taemin’s scorn.
“You want me to fuck you Jjongie?” YES! YES! YES!
Jonghyun whimpered at the taunting licks and bites. His face was flushed from the hot water and the temperature of the bathroom was steadily rising. Minho’s hand wrapped around both their dicks tightly pumping erratically, hissing at the sting of nails slowly dragging along his back. Jonghyun pushing back Minho’s wet bangs and peered into his eyes. His eyes were black fire and jonghyun was engulfed in them.
“Just do it already” Jonghyun snarled.
“My pleasure”
Minho’s wet cock slipped in painlessly, even more reason for him to slam in hard repeatedly. He turned, pinning jonghyun against the wall and holding him there. Jonghyun, clutching Minho’s straining biceps for purchase, mewled into the steamy air. The heat of the room was like a sauna but Jonghyun didn’t care he wanted to smolder. Swiveling his hips, he made sure Minho was smashing directly on his prostate.
“Nngh! So good” Jonghyun wailed reaching down to stroke his own cock.
“Fuck” Minho groaned in reply
Jonghyun’s half-lidded eyes glanced up and widened. His whole frame jumping hard at the sudden shock, it felt like someone had stolen his breath right from his lungs. Taemin, sitting crossed legged on the sink and right hand cradling his head, watched the sinful act reprovingly. Taken by surprise by jonghyun’s sudden jump, Minho lost his footing, slipping and falling hard on the acrylic tub. He landed flat on his back with jonghyun on top on him. Ouch jonghyun thought.
“Ugh what the hell?” Minho groaned in pain rather than pleasure.
“Precisely what I’m thinking” Taemin announced eyes sweeping over the whole scene.
“Um…uh it’s not what it looks like?” Jonghyun offered trying to rise off Minho.
“Oh really?” Taemin asked raising an inquiring eyebrow.
“Yes real-“
“Of course it’s exactly what it looks like” Minho interrupted.
Grabbing jonghyun’s wrist and fastening them to his sides, “we’re going to finish this” Minho said slamming back in. Jonghyun’s toes curled and back arched at the coil in his stomach coming undone. His eyes fluttered and his head incoherently rolled back as Minho’s rough thrusting had him bouncing erratically. Seconds later they were cumming, jonghyun’s nails digging into his palm while he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head and Minho rode out his orgasm with a few last pumps.
“Well…” Taemin began turning off the shower water that was now cold.
Jonghyun had collapse over the edge of the tub still trying to catch his breath, shoving his bangs out of his face, he said, “Well what?”
“Hope you’re ready for the repercussions. You couldn’t even last two weeks” Taemin tsk-tsked.
“Whatever” Jonghyun grumbled he wasn’t even going to bother telling him how it wasn’t his fault.
Standing up out of the tub, Minho grabbed a towel and started drying off his hair.
“Repercussions? Do I have repercussions too?” he questioned.
“It appears Minho that you have to face someone else consequences already” Taemin chuckled pulling jonghyun out of the tub still grumbling.
Minho looked at Taemin puzzled. He hadn’t remembered getting in trouble recently. Then it all came back when he looked up and key was standing there, hand on hip, holding his new cracked iPhone 4.
“Damn, that’s what I came in here for”