on the count of three (2/2) - jong2min
title: on the count of three (2/2)
author: mintyfresh1 & sharpersong
pairing: jong2min
genre: comedy, romance, angst
word count: ~14k (overall)
summary: jonghyun, minho and taeyeon plan a two-day getaway for what is supposed to be some rest and relaxation.
It isn’t. Minho awakens with a pounding headache, like twenty little soldiers are battling inside his skull. His stomach is unsettled, complaining as he twists his body to try and remember where the fuck he is. The ceiling of the master bedroom in the lake house is familiar, when he used to stare up at it as a little kid when he couldn’t sleep.
Minho rolls off the bed and almost loses his footing, saves himself by pushing off the wall. He groans, scratching the back of his head as he stumbles towards to bathroom and pushes open the door with his shoulder. The warm air of the bathroom is a drastic contrast to the cold tile floor on his bare feet as he shuffles to the toilet. A sharp, high pitched giggle pierces his hearing and Minho jumps, cock in hand, turning to find the source of the sound. His eyes go wide when he sees Taeyeon, vaguely obscured by textured glass, completely naked and covered in soapy bubbles. She peeks her head out of the sliding glass door and lets her wet hair dangle, strands of it matted to her forehead, chest and shoulders.
“Fuck!” Minho jerks back around and clumsily uses one hand to try and cover himself, too torn whether he should cover the embarrassment that’s painted on his face or his cock. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Minho mumbles as he realises he’s missed the toilet bowl by a fucking mile, and Taeyeon has broken into a fit of laughter behind him and god, why hasn’t he covered his cock yet?!
“Calm down, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Taeyeon giggles, pooling water in her hands and splashing it onto her body.
Minho’s cheeks redden at the comment, memories swimming into his mind. Suddenly he remembers everything that was lost in the haze of the hangover; the sounds, the kisses, the total ecstasy. He casts a shy glance at Taeyeon, eyes raking over her body as if indulging in his memories.
Minho clears his throat. “Oh... right.”
She giggles again at how embarrassed he is and runs her fingers through her hair, rinsing away the foam. “Okay well if you’re done ogling me, go make some breakfast.”
“Um, sure.” Minho blinks, awkwardly cupping his cock in his hand and scatters out the bathroom.
When Taeyeon hears the door click shut, her giggles run out of steam. She’s neglected to tell Minho that she heard Jonghyun slip out of bed early that morning without a word. She worries her lip and wonders where he’s gone before shaking her head and shutting off the water.
Three hours later when Jonghyun walks in the front door to the lake house, the first thing he sees is Minho sitting at the dining room table, staring angrily at a knot in the wood. The queasy feeling he’s been fighting since before the sun rose bubbles up in his stomach again, making him light headed. He wonders if he can get something to eat without having to confront the situation. Before he can make a move, Minho’s head jerks in his direction and Jonghyun can practically feel the anger that radiates from his gaze.
“Where the hell were you?” Minho seethes. His jaw is sharp, like under the surface he’s grinding his teeth into dust.
Jonghyun takes a step back. “I went for a walk, why?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?
“Why do you care?”
Minho bitterly laughs. “I fucking searched this entire house looking for you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t fucking owe you anything,” Jonghyun scoffs. The confusion that has been distorting his thoughts starts to turn to anger and denial, and the expression on Minho’s face is only driving him further away.
“It’s not about you owing me anything, Jonghyun,” Minho tears his gaze away like the very look of Jonghyun sends him into fury. “I thought you were missing. I nearly called the god damn police.”
“I’m an adult. I can go wherever the fuck I want. I just went for a walk!” Jonghyun throws his arms up in frustration. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend, okay?”
Minho’s up quicker than Jonghyun can even comprehend, pushing Jonghyun against the door, slamming it shut with his weight. Minho steels his jaw, his breathing laboured as he glares. His lips twitch up in a malicious smirk. “It was never a problem before, you telling me everything.”
“Before what?” Jonghyun doesn’t dare look at Minho, turns his head away.
“Before I fucked you and you liked it.”
Jonghyun shoves him then, snarling as his nostrils flare. “Fuck you.”
Minho tips his head back as he laughs, suddenly moving back up into Jonghyun’s space. He’s still smirking when his gaze falls down to Jonghyun’s lips. He licks his own and all the mirth is gone in his eyes when he looks back up.
“...What are you guys doing?”
Jonghyun pushes Minho away instantly at the sound of another voice. “Stay away from me.” He makes a move for the door but freezes when Taeyeon starts screaming, questioning them both in that high pitched, distraught voice that neither of them can handle.
“What happened?” She shouts, obviously keen to the malicious vibes between the two. “Are you...” Taeyeon stomps towards Minho and pulls his eyes towards her, “Are you fighting about last night?”
Jonghyun sucks in a quick breath when he realizes his eyes are watering. He looks at the ground as if he hasn’t heard her, while Minho rolls his eyes and glares past her. Anger pumps through Taeyeon’s veins, and she’s nearly on the verge of tears, so close they’re about to spill over the brim. She blinks them away, tipping her head back as she fights them off.
She inhales a stuttered breath. “What is wrong with you?!” She pushes Minho’s chest and even though he barely moves she still does it again and again, hits his chest like he’s personally being blamed for everything and he kind of is, because when Taeyeon looks back to Jonghyun his head is dipped low and his lower lip is sucked into his mouth.
“You two are insufferable. I’m not dealing with this.” Taeyeon’s breath is stuttered as she sighs, “You both always do this. Always! Like that time when you both had a crush on Eunsook.” Taeyeon shakes her head as she backs up. “I’m done.”
“Tae, where are you - ”
“Don’t follow me.”
The thunderous slam of the lake house door echoes through the house.
Jonghyun and Minho sit in tense silence for minutes after Taeyeon has left. Neither are inclined to speak first, just letting the anger settle. Minho knows Taeyeon needs time to calm down, and to be honest he’s not quite sure what he would say to her if he went after her anyway. He continues to stare at the floor for what seems like forever, ignoring the urge to look over at Jonghyun. He’s shocked out his contemplation when Jonghyun speaks first.
“We shouldn’t let her go too far,” he muses quietly, his voice directed away from Minho although he’s addressing him. “It looks like it’s going to rain.”
Minho grunts in agreement, but is still angry enough to leave it at that. He’s not interested in making up, but he is concerned about Taeyeon getting lost in the dense forest that surrounds the lake house, especially in bad weather. Taeyeon’s tough, but she’s still breakable, and she’s always been a bit directionally challenged. If tolerating Jonghyun’s bad attitude and ignoring the feeling in his gut when he looks at him is what it takes to get Taeyeon back safely, Minho will do it.
“I’ll grab the umbrellas.”
They set out minutes later, dark clouds starting to form overhead as they begin their search. They scour the area closest to the house, checking the car and down near the dock. When they discover she’s nowhere near the house, they start to call out for her. They split up, Jonghyun walking up the driveway towards the road and Minho edging along the trees. However, there’s still no sign of her, no response to their shouts.
“Which way do you think she went?” Jonghyun asks when they reconvene.
“I have no idea.” Minho drags his hand over his face, starting to feel wary. His nerves are near shot. “Should we split up and just start walking?”
“No,” Jonghyun replies immediately. “We might both get lost. And besides, how will we know if one of us has found her?”
The thought of being in close proximity with Jonghyun for the next however-long frustrates Minho, as he’d much rather be alone to try and sort out all of the shit that muddles his brain, but he knows Jonghyun is right. Minho doubts he’d get lost on his own property, but losing both Jonghyun and Taeyeon in one day sounds like more trouble than he’s capable of dealing with right now. He nods.
“So where should we start?” Jonghyun asks, squinting and looking back and forth between the woods and the road. Call it instinct, a sixth sense, but Minho has a feeling that Taeyeon’s in the heart of the woods. He can imagine her, sitting huddled at the base of one of the large oak trees, her hair hanging over her tear-stained face, and his heart skips a beat.
“This way.”
Over an hour later, Jonghyun glances up from his feet, the bark scratching against his back. “I hate this.”
“You and me both. I hope she’s okay,” Minho sounds distant, his mind elsewhere.
“No not...” Jonghyun looks down to his feet again, scuffles the dry leaves scattering the forest floor. “I mean, I hope she’s okay too, obviously, it’s just... I meant me and you.”
Minho’s head snaps back to look at Jonghyun. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We shouldn’t have done that, Minho. That was a bad idea. We shouldn’t have - ”
That’s as far as he gets before Minho is storming towards him. He cradles Jonghyun’s face in his calloused palms and crashes their lips together, no tongue, no sex behind it, just raw emotion, and Jonghyun’s body slumps, arms winding around Minho’s back.
“Don’t say that.” Minho whispers against his lips. “Don’t regret it.”
Jonghyun swallows. “But look at us, Minho. We can’t even stand each other right now. You barely want to look at me.”
Minho’s smile is vague as he peels one of Jonghyun arms from his back and guides it around him to press his palm against the bulge in his pants. “I like you a lot more than you know.”
Jonghyun grins despite the spike of heat. “You’re always thinking about sex.”
“We’re men, Jonghyun. You can’t blame me for something I can’t control.”
Jonghyun bites his lip. “We have to find Tae.”
“She can wait,” Minho mumbles and then they’re kissing again, albeit its more desperate this time around. Jonghyun claws at Minho’s shirt as he slips his tongue inside of the other’s compliant mouth, panting into Minho’s mouth as he slides his hands down Minho’s back and around to his waist, desperately wishing the fabric between them to dissolve.
Jonghyun’s fingers linger over the zipper of Minho’s jeans, tantalizing the taut skin above.
“Unzip me,” Minho commands, his voice hoarse.
Jonghyun nods, all hesitance gone as he tugs Minho’s jeans down to his thighs. As Jonghyun bends to sink down to his knees, Minho grabs his shoulders and pulls him back up, bringing him in for another heated kiss. Jonghyun melts a bit when Minho’s large, forceful hands grip his ass and squeeze, a sharp moan escaping his throat. Minho kisses down Jonghyun’s jaw and neck as his nimble fingers move to unbutton Jonghyun’s jeans.
“Minho,” Jonghyun whines when he feels teeth nipping at the crook of his neck. Minho bites and sucks as he jerks Jonghyun’s jeans and boxers down in one go, exposing Jonghyun completely. Jonghyun shivers, pressing forward against Minho in search of something more. His fully-erect cock brushes against the bulge in Minho’s boxers and he whimpers. “Fuck.”
His hands immediately find their way to Minho’s hips and he pulls the boxers down, removing the barrier between them. Minho growls against his skin when Jonghyun pushes his hips forward and causes their cocks to graze, the pure want overwhelming his senses. He drops a hand between them to stroke them simultaneously, and both of them groan at the feeling.
“I want you,” Minho manages to get out, his voice strained. Jonghyun nods and leans forward to suck on Minho’s earlobe, his hands moving to comb through Minho’s coarse hair. He tenses a bit when he feels Minho’s free hand press against his lower back, fingers dipping down and dragging over his entrance. The touch is feather-light, but it’s powerful enough to make Jonghyun’s knees tremble. His grip on Minho’s scalp tightens when one finger breeches his entrance, the new-yet-familiar feeling making his stomach do somersaults.
Minho’s name falls from his lips again, barely audible over their heavy breathing. He tries to relax as Minho pushes his finger deeper inside, fighting the urge to shy away when a second finger joins in. He focuses on Minho, the taste of his skin and the feeling of his taut muscles against his own. He buries his face against his neck and lets his hands roam, tugging at the hem of Minho’s shirt and dragging his blunt nails over his back. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead as Minho jerks them faster, crooks his fingers at just the right angle. It’s blissful, and he can’t help but let all of his anger and confusion melt away as he pushes his hips down against Minho’s hand. He’s not prepared for when Minho slips his fingers out and slows the movement of his wrist, coming to a complete stop. They meet in another bruising kiss, the sound of their lips smacking magnified in the quiet of the woods.
Jonghyun gasps in surprise when he’s lifted from his feet, his legs instinctively coiling around Minho’s waist, the bark behind them holding most of his weight. Minho’s biceps bulge, so tensed as Jonghyun’s fingers ghost over them and up to his shoulders, slithering around his neck and playing with the loose hair of Minho’s nape.
Minho’s lips seek out Jonghyun’s as he slowly pushes inside, releasing a deep groan into Jonghyun’s mouth once he’s fully seated. He shallowly thrusts, letting Jonghyun adjust around his girth, holding his breath until Jonghyun’s body relaxes, his weight heavier in Minho’s arms, the vice around his cock slackened.
“You can - ”
Minho’s already nodding, reading Jonghyun like he’s always done, and starts to pump his cock inside at a roughly controlled pace, the friction searing and Jonghyun even more so. The latter whimpers when Minho thrusts in particularly hard, tugging on his hair and Minho notices the way Jonghyun’s eyes are clenched shut, brows laced together.
“Are you okay?”
Jonghyun nods, “Fuck,” releasing a gush of air as Minho slams his cock inside, “You’re so big.”
Minho moans, his pace quickening, and soon Jonghyun’s hips are rolling against him, trying to get Minho deeper.
Minho re situates, hikes Jonghyun up higher. The change in angle has Jonghyun screaming, head dropping to Minho’s shoulder, trying to muffle his moans, biting down on the muscle.
“I want to hear you,” Minho groans, his hips jarring against Jonghyun’s ass, the skin still so tender from the night before. His orgasm pulses in his stomach, the near approaching as he slides his cock out only to pummel back in.
Minho can feel his mind clouding, gripping the bark behind Jonghyun’s head for leverage as he thrusts in deeper, even harder than before. “I love you,” he mumbles, the pleasure filtering through his body, “Do you love me?”
Jonghyun whimpers, vaguely nods in tandem with Minho’s thrusts.
“Tell me,” Minho commands, so desperate, “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” Jonghyun whines, flexing his hips. Minho moans in response as he takes Jonghyun’s erection into his fist, pressing against Jonghyun’s body to kiss him. There’s too much tongue for it to be a perfect kiss, too much emotion behind it, but it’s perfect in Minho’s thoughts, the way Jonghyun claws at Minho’s back as he hitches him up higher.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you earlier,” Minho says while he has the confidence, the willingness to forgo his dignity.
“It’s fi - I don’t care just... fuck Minho, I’m so close. Faster,” Jonghyun moans and Minho complies, his arm straining with how fast he pumps Jonghyun’s cock, thighs quaking with his impending orgasm.
“I’m going to - ”
“Me too.” Minho grits out, fighting off the pleasure until Jonghyun’s spurting into his hand, dripping down his fingers with a satisfied moan. Minho pecks his lips as he slides his hand around to Jonghyun’s lower back to join the other and he drills inside as he cums, lets the urge take over and the pleasure is so strong, he cums so hard that some leaks from Jonghyun’s hole as he powers through his orgasm.
“Are you okay?” Minho pants, sliding his hands down to hold the base of his cock as he pulls out, awkwardly trying to balance Jonghyun on his arm to ensure he doesn’t fall. He drops to his feet anyway, stumbling as he nods, sheepishly smiling as he shuffles back into his jeans. Minho keeps his eyes on him as Jonghyun steps forward after he’s buckled himself up and helps Minho with his own. The latter closes the small distance and pecks Jonghyun’s lips, nuzzling his nose against Jonghyun’s and ends with another small kiss.
“We better get a move on.” Minho looks up to the sky. “It’s not looking too good.”
The storm clouds overhead only get more threatening as they push on, calling Taeyeon’s name every few minutes. There’s still no response, no matter how far they get or how loudly they shout. Jonghyun’s starting to wonder if they’re lost themselves. The trees are starting to get taller, thicker and darker, and although they had set out looking for Taeyeon pretty early, he feels like it’s getting late. The wind blows fiercely and he shivers, turning towards Minho.
“Are you sure you still know where we are?”
“We’re pretty far out,” Minho answers with a hint of uncertainty. He turns his head to the right and Jonghyun notices the worry in his eyes. He gulps audibly.
“Maybe we should head back? What if we missed her and she’s at the house alone?” Minho turns back to him and looks a bit dumbstruck, realizing they hadn’t left any kind of note behind just in case.
“Let’s follow the river back,” Minho says resolutely and Jonghyun nods. They turn towards the sound of running water, careful not to trip over the overgrown tree roots as they make their way to the riverbank. Once they break the line of trees, they begin to follow the bank back in the direction they came from. After a few minutes of walking, Jonghyun spots a building just a ways down. It looks decrepit and abandoned, just a covered dock with what appears to be nothing inside, but he mentions it anyway.
“Maybe we should check there?” Minho’s already a step ahead of him, though, breaking into a quick jog towards the structure. The rain drops are just barely starting to fall, sporadic and cold, but it only causes them to run faster.
“Taeyeon!” Minho shouts as he barrels towards the dock, Jonghyun hot on his heels. They both round the corner at almost exactly the same time, and are both a little heartbroken when they see Taeyeon, her knees pulled to her chest, sitting and staring at the water with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She looks up in surprise, holding back a sob as she hurriedly wipes away the tears in her eyes.
“I got lost...” she pouts, using the fabric of her sleeve to wipe her nose.
“Taeyeon,” Jonghyun mumbles as both boys move forward, crossing the planks that line the floor of the dock and sitting down on either side of her. Their arms envelop her instantly and she hiccups, letting her tears fall freely as they whisper apologies into her soft hair.
“Are you okay?” Minho asks, rubbing her back soothingly as her crying subsides. Jonghyun pushes her hair behind her ear and rubs his thumb over her cheek. Taeyeon nods and sniffles once.
“I’m fine,” she says a bit defensively. “Are you two idiots done fighting?” They both nod, glancing at each other a bit shyly.
“I’m sorry.” Jonghyun tightens his grip around her shoulders just a fraction. “This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have walked out this morning,” his voice trails off. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too,” Minho adds after a few moments, letting the statement hang in the air without any explanation. “We should get going before-”
His deep voice is interrupted by the bright flash of lightening and a clap of thunder, and the sky opens up, letting loose a total downpour. They stand, Jonghyun pulling Taeyeon up to her feet, and line up at the edge of the dock.
“On the count of three, we run,” Taeyeon says, lacing her fingers with Minho on her left and Jonghyun on her right. “One... Two... Three!”
They take off, a blur of color smeared across the grey landscape, Minho pulling Taeyeon pulling Jonghyun towards safety.
The lake house is calm, the pitter-patter of rain filling up the empty silences. The front door is still ajar, and the screen door rattles ever-so-slightly when the wind picks up. Wet clothes are piled up by the front door next to six muddy shoes, and a deep chuckle rolls down the hall.
“I can do it myself,” Taeyeon whines, her voice muffled by the way Minho swipes the towel over her lips, drying off her face. He’s already dry himself, the still damp curling tresses of hair sticking to his forehead as he focuses on the task at hand.
“But I want to do it.” Minho smiles, moving the towel to her soaked hair and immediately getting to work of ruffling the towel over the strands. Another towel is wrapped around her body, having been shoved in her arms the second she padded through the door. It’s tucked underneath her armpits and held steady as she sits on the couch. Minho rises from his haunches in front of her and sits next to her on the couch. “Turn your back to me,” he commands.
Taeyeon does as told instantly, and the towel is back on her head, Minho’s fingertips massaging it into her scalp. The silence between them is relaxing, blankets them as Minho hums lightly in his work before he accidentally tugs too hard on a damp lock of hair. Taeyeon winces.
“I told you I can do it,” she grumbles, but he silences her easy enough, pressing his lips to the soft curve of her shoulder. “Minho...”
Minho drops the towel from her hair in favour to tangle his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’m sorry I caused trouble.”
Taeyeon laughs lightly. “I think we’re all used to it,” she says as she snuggles back into him, purring in her throat at the warmth.
Jonghyun appears from the bedroom, dry jogging bottoms loose around his hips and a towel around his bare shoulders. He takes refuge on the opposite couch, pout prominent on his lips. “Nice to see you two so cosy.”
Minho rolls his eyes as he retrieves his arms. “Come here then,” he beckons with a small jerk of his head and Jonghyun’s lips curve upwards as he skitters over, collapsing onto the couch next to him. “So jealous,” Minho clucks his tongue.
Jonghyun scoffs. “Please, what do I have to be jealous of?” he asks and shoots playful daggers at Minho as he stands from the couch and slides next to Taeyeon.
“You won’t make fun of me, right?” he pouts and Taeyeon rolls her eyes, glancing over to Minho as she brings her hand up to tangle her fingers in Jonghyun’s hair.
“Only a little,” she says with a smile and slowly scoots closer to kiss him.
“That’s not very nice of you,” Jonghyun murmurs against her lips.
“You talk too much,” she smiles before she connects their lips.
Minho mouth is back on her shoulder, nibbling at the tender skin, venturing up her neck as Jonghyun pries her lips open with his tongue, eliciting a small moan from her.
As her hands fly up around Jonghyun’s neck to deepen the kiss, it’s a chain reaction and Minho’s arms are around her again, taking advantage of the position to unravel the towel from her body, letting it pool around waist. Taeyeon moans into Jonghyun’s mouth as Minho’s hands fondle her, splayed fingers tickling up her stomach and he palms her breast, cupping the flesh and circling a perk nipple as Jonghyun thrusts his tongue into her mouth. Taeyeon breaks the kiss with a whimper, crumpling into Minho’s arms. Her cheeks feel flush, so hot as Jonghyun’s kisses drift down her chest, sliding his tongue down her cleavage and over to her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth as Minho caresses the other.
Taeyeon’s head rolls back on Minho’s shoulder and Minho chuckles, the sound vibrating against her skin. He takes the chance and pulls her out of the towel and onto him, away from Jonghyun’s wandering lips, and presses her back to his bare chest, nudging her knees apart with his own. Jonghyun shrugs, eyeing Minho as he slinks to his knees in front of her. Her folds are slick with wetness, glistening in the dull light and Jonghyun eagerly licks his lips before leaning forward, his tongue darting out to lap at her, moaning at her taste as he pushes his tongue inside.
The reaction is instantaneous; Taeyeon’s back arching against Minho with a loud moan, digging her ass into his clothed crotch and Jonghyun pants against her skin, his tongue circling her clit, pausing to press an open-mouthed kiss to it. Minho continues to grope her chest, nipping at her skin, moaning when she grinds her hips down against Jonghyun’s lips, sliding his cock between her cheeks.
“Jjong...” she moans as Jonghyun mouths further south, glancing up at Minho and nodding his head lightly. Minho’s hands curve under her knees and he hikes them up, spreads them impossibly wide and she whimpers, squirming against his hold as Jonghyun’s tongue flickers against her asshole, his fingers exploring, slicking them up with her wetness before plunging them inside her.
“Oh my god,” Taeyeon whimpers, wrestling against Minho’s hold to try and roll her hips, get Jonghyun deeper, but he only chuckles, his lips pressed against her ears, mouthing at her lobe.
“Do you want him inside you?” he whispers, his eyes gazing at the way Jonghyun fucks her with his tongue and fingers with such ferocity.
“Mmhmm,” she keens. “Please.”
“Do you want me inside you too?”
“Oh fuck,” Taeyeon moans, her eyes drifting shut, lifting her hand to pull on the back of Minho’s head, turning to press their lips together.
“Do you?” Minho goes on to ask again, needing confirmation before he does something else stupid.
“Yes.” She’s breathless. “God yes, please Minho, please fuck me.”
Minho’s eyes blow up at her words, the way she begs for him has his mind reeling, squeezing the backs of her knees as he bites down on her shoulder.
“Jonghyun,” Minho calls and Jonghyun pokes his head up, a concoction of his saliva and her slick juices smeared across his chin, smirk on his lips. He knows exactly what Minho wants and nods once, balancing his weight on each knee to remove his pants. Then he stands, taking Taeyeon’s hand and pulling her from Minho’s body, holding her captive in his arms with plenty of kisses as consolation, and Minho wiggles out of his own pants, eagerly kicking them off his feet.
Taeyeon giggles as Jonghyun pushes her back onto Minho, shuffling to find comfort.
“Tae...are you sure?” Jonghyun asks.
Taeyeon nods. “Fuck me.”
Jonghyun takes in a shaky breath as he aligns the tip of his cock with Taeyeon’s folds. She can feel his hesitation, the way he trembles slightly above her and huffs against her neck. She carefully places her hands on Jonghyun’s sides, pulling him forward, conveying her urgency. The sound of Minho sucking on Jonghyun’s fingers rings in her ear as the latter starts to push in. She’s instantly whining and panting, feeling Jonghyun slip inside her with little resistance. His cock fills her slowly, his pelvis coming forward to meet hers until they’re flush against each other. Taeyeon gnaws on her bottom lip relentlessly and buries her fingernails into Jonghyun’s sides, tiny moans escaping her mouth.
“Don’t move,” Minho suddenly interrupts, gripping Taeyeon’s thighs and shifting her up higher in his lap. “Jonghyun...” Minho leaves the statement open, trusting that Jonghyun knows what to do.
Carefully, lovingly, Jonghyun lets a finger slip down between Taeyeon and Minho, caressing her asshole with saliva-slicked fingers. Taeyeon jerks a bit at the intrusion, Jonghyun’s cock already taking up so much space inside her. He crooks his finger, trying to be as gentle as possible while preparing her for what’s to come.
“Jonghyun,” she cries out. “Please!”
“Shh,” Minho coos in her ear, kissing her cheek and rubbing her sides. She squirms against him and reaches back to find his hand, bringing it down between her legs.
“Please, Minho,” she begs as Jonghyun slips in another finger and continues to work her open. “I need you.”
Minho can’t resist; he slides his fingers against her swollen clit, moving in small circles and occasionally nudging Jonghyun’s cock which is buried to the hilt. Taeyeon and Jonghyun both moan wantonly at the action. Minho revels in the sound and tries again, separating his fingers into a “v” and sliding them over Taeyeon’s clit and around Jonghyun’s cock.
“Minho,” Taeyeon tries again desperately. “Please, for fuck’s sake.”
Minho nods and continues to rub slow circles against Taeyeon while his free hand reaches down for his cock. He gathers the precum that spills from the tip and strokes himself a few times -- the best they can do with no lube on hand. The tip of his dick grazes against Jonghyun’s fingers and the latter spreads them open, trying to make space for Minho. It’s not an easy feat, but Minho’s tip slowly slips in. The tightness is mind-blowing, and with the added effect of Jonghyun’s presence, Minho’s already thinking about cumming. He continues to push, whispering reassurances into Taeyeon’s ear as she moans and cries out, until the perfect curve of Taeyeon’s ass is resting against Minho’s lap.
Jonghyun’s fingers slip out and he braces himself against the back of the couch, hands on either side of Minho’s head. Both boys wince a bit at the incredible sensation. Jonghyun can literally feel every move Minho makes. When his hips jerk the smallest bit, Jonghyun can feel the slide; not only of Minho’s balls against his, but through the thin layer of skin that separates them inside Taeyeon. He bites his lip and pulls out of Taeyeon slightly before pushing back in, starting a steady rhythm.
Taeyeon is thrashing in seconds, her body bouncing between them as she tries to accommodate both cocks. Minho’s fingers never stop moving against her clit, and the separate paces both boys set makes it feel like she’s being torn apart. Sensation is hitting her from all angles, and her pleasure spikes again when Jonghyun’s lips find her neck, biting and sucking violently.
Taeyeon screams as Jonghyun pounds into her g-spot, so full with his cock, Minho thrusting inside her also, pleasure binding in her gut, throbbing with the need to cum with each slam of their cocks inside her. She’s panting so desperately, gasping for oxygen, so consumed by both of them, Minho mouthing anything he can reach, his fingers rubbing tight little circles on her clit.
“Come for us, Tae,” Jonghyun moans, curling his back as he folds over, still thrusting so hard inside her as he tugs on the skin surrounding her nipple between his teeth, and Taeyeon is fucking done for. She grasps at Jonghyun’s head, grinding her hips down on Minho’s cock, sucking Jonghyun deeper with every contraction of her walls as she cums hard with a high pitched moan, pressing Jonghyun closer to her body with her clutch.
“Oh my - fuck,” Jonghyun gasps, choking on his breath as he pulls out and plunges back inside. “You’re so tight Tae...so fucking good,” he mumbles against her skin, nipping her flesh before straightening his back.
“I’m going to cum soon,” Minho warns as Taeyeon rocks down on his cock to meet his thrust. She’s so tight, her tiny body accepting his cock easily, sucking him inside with each flex of his hips.
Jonghyun hums, “Me too,” and he barely even gets the words out before he’s pulling out of her, fisting his cock immediately with the aid of her wetness. Ropes of his cum splatter onto her stomach, a deep moan rolling off his tongue as he tips his head back, his muscles taut as each pulse of ecstasy pounds through his veins.
Minho watches as Jonghyun collapses onto the couch next to them, completely spent, and digs his feet into the floor, lifting Taeyeon’s body to really pound into her. She mewls with every thrust, her body jerking forward as he pummels into her, losing focus when Jonghyun pulls him in for a kiss, but not losing rhythm. Taeyeon’s body bounces, her small palms pressing into his knees as she grinds herself down and suddenly, it hits Minho like a fucking train and he’s spilling himself inside her, moaning into Jonghyun’s mouth, only tearing himself away to admire his work as he pulls out of her.
Taeyeon groans at the feeling, her entire lower body sticky and wet. Jonghyun grabs one of the towels that had been haphazardly thrown on the floor and wipes up his mess, gently cleaning her tummy. She hums in appreciation before taking the towel from his hands and drops it back on the floor.
“C’mon,” she says quietly, grabbing both of their hands and yanking them to their feet. “Bedtime.”
Both boys follow her to the bedroom and they all climb under the cool sheets, tangling their limbs together. Minho’s thigh is pressed between Taeyeon’s legs from behind and his fingers intertwine with Jonghyun’s over her body, and Taeyeon buries her face in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck. They lay together in stillness, exhausted from the 24 hour rollercoaster ride they’ve all been through, and the sound of the rain carries them to sleep.
Jonghyun sits in the driver’s seat of his car, honking the horn for what must be the fifth time already. “Hurry up!” he shouts out the window when he sees Minho and Taeyeon file from the house, hers and his suitcases in Minho’s hands. “My mom is making dinner!”
“Do we get some?” Minho shouts back, pausing to get a better grip of Taeyeon’s monstrous suitcase.
“No way, it’s all mine. I’ve not been home in forever.”
Taeyeon cocks a brow and glances over to Minho. “Then what’s the rush?” she ponders, fighting against her grin.
“If you’re not in the car within the next five seconds, I’m leaving you here,” Jonghyun warns, revving the engine as proof of what he’s capable.
Taeyeon giggles, jump starts her run to the car and eagerly slides into the front seat with a triumphant, “Hell yes!”
Jonghyun rolls his eyes, but joins in on her laughter when Minho grumbles incoherent curses as he shrinks his huge body into the cramped space of the back seat after he’s packed up the trunk.
“I hate you,” he murmurs, scoffing at Taeyeon when she laughs even harder.
“No, you don’t,” she protests with a smile, her body turned back to face him as Jonghyun shoves the car into first gear.
Minho cracks a grin. “Nah, maybe not.”
author: mintyfresh1 & sharpersong
pairing: jong2min
genre: comedy, romance, angst
word count: ~14k (overall)
summary: jonghyun, minho and taeyeon plan a two-day getaway for what is supposed to be some rest and relaxation.
It isn’t. Minho awakens with a pounding headache, like twenty little soldiers are battling inside his skull. His stomach is unsettled, complaining as he twists his body to try and remember where the fuck he is. The ceiling of the master bedroom in the lake house is familiar, when he used to stare up at it as a little kid when he couldn’t sleep.
Minho rolls off the bed and almost loses his footing, saves himself by pushing off the wall. He groans, scratching the back of his head as he stumbles towards to bathroom and pushes open the door with his shoulder. The warm air of the bathroom is a drastic contrast to the cold tile floor on his bare feet as he shuffles to the toilet. A sharp, high pitched giggle pierces his hearing and Minho jumps, cock in hand, turning to find the source of the sound. His eyes go wide when he sees Taeyeon, vaguely obscured by textured glass, completely naked and covered in soapy bubbles. She peeks her head out of the sliding glass door and lets her wet hair dangle, strands of it matted to her forehead, chest and shoulders.
“Fuck!” Minho jerks back around and clumsily uses one hand to try and cover himself, too torn whether he should cover the embarrassment that’s painted on his face or his cock. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Minho mumbles as he realises he’s missed the toilet bowl by a fucking mile, and Taeyeon has broken into a fit of laughter behind him and god, why hasn’t he covered his cock yet?!
“Calm down, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Taeyeon giggles, pooling water in her hands and splashing it onto her body.
Minho’s cheeks redden at the comment, memories swimming into his mind. Suddenly he remembers everything that was lost in the haze of the hangover; the sounds, the kisses, the total ecstasy. He casts a shy glance at Taeyeon, eyes raking over her body as if indulging in his memories.
Minho clears his throat. “Oh... right.”
She giggles again at how embarrassed he is and runs her fingers through her hair, rinsing away the foam. “Okay well if you’re done ogling me, go make some breakfast.”
“Um, sure.” Minho blinks, awkwardly cupping his cock in his hand and scatters out the bathroom.
When Taeyeon hears the door click shut, her giggles run out of steam. She’s neglected to tell Minho that she heard Jonghyun slip out of bed early that morning without a word. She worries her lip and wonders where he’s gone before shaking her head and shutting off the water.
Three hours later when Jonghyun walks in the front door to the lake house, the first thing he sees is Minho sitting at the dining room table, staring angrily at a knot in the wood. The queasy feeling he’s been fighting since before the sun rose bubbles up in his stomach again, making him light headed. He wonders if he can get something to eat without having to confront the situation. Before he can make a move, Minho’s head jerks in his direction and Jonghyun can practically feel the anger that radiates from his gaze.
“Where the hell were you?” Minho seethes. His jaw is sharp, like under the surface he’s grinding his teeth into dust.
Jonghyun takes a step back. “I went for a walk, why?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?
“Why do you care?”
Minho bitterly laughs. “I fucking searched this entire house looking for you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t fucking owe you anything,” Jonghyun scoffs. The confusion that has been distorting his thoughts starts to turn to anger and denial, and the expression on Minho’s face is only driving him further away.
“It’s not about you owing me anything, Jonghyun,” Minho tears his gaze away like the very look of Jonghyun sends him into fury. “I thought you were missing. I nearly called the god damn police.”
“I’m an adult. I can go wherever the fuck I want. I just went for a walk!” Jonghyun throws his arms up in frustration. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend, okay?”
Minho’s up quicker than Jonghyun can even comprehend, pushing Jonghyun against the door, slamming it shut with his weight. Minho steels his jaw, his breathing laboured as he glares. His lips twitch up in a malicious smirk. “It was never a problem before, you telling me everything.”
“Before what?” Jonghyun doesn’t dare look at Minho, turns his head away.
“Before I fucked you and you liked it.”
Jonghyun shoves him then, snarling as his nostrils flare. “Fuck you.”
Minho tips his head back as he laughs, suddenly moving back up into Jonghyun’s space. He’s still smirking when his gaze falls down to Jonghyun’s lips. He licks his own and all the mirth is gone in his eyes when he looks back up.
“...What are you guys doing?”
Jonghyun pushes Minho away instantly at the sound of another voice. “Stay away from me.” He makes a move for the door but freezes when Taeyeon starts screaming, questioning them both in that high pitched, distraught voice that neither of them can handle.
“What happened?” She shouts, obviously keen to the malicious vibes between the two. “Are you...” Taeyeon stomps towards Minho and pulls his eyes towards her, “Are you fighting about last night?”
Jonghyun sucks in a quick breath when he realizes his eyes are watering. He looks at the ground as if he hasn’t heard her, while Minho rolls his eyes and glares past her. Anger pumps through Taeyeon’s veins, and she’s nearly on the verge of tears, so close they’re about to spill over the brim. She blinks them away, tipping her head back as she fights them off.
She inhales a stuttered breath. “What is wrong with you?!” She pushes Minho’s chest and even though he barely moves she still does it again and again, hits his chest like he’s personally being blamed for everything and he kind of is, because when Taeyeon looks back to Jonghyun his head is dipped low and his lower lip is sucked into his mouth.
“You two are insufferable. I’m not dealing with this.” Taeyeon’s breath is stuttered as she sighs, “You both always do this. Always! Like that time when you both had a crush on Eunsook.” Taeyeon shakes her head as she backs up. “I’m done.”
“Tae, where are you - ”
“Don’t follow me.”
The thunderous slam of the lake house door echoes through the house.
Jonghyun and Minho sit in tense silence for minutes after Taeyeon has left. Neither are inclined to speak first, just letting the anger settle. Minho knows Taeyeon needs time to calm down, and to be honest he’s not quite sure what he would say to her if he went after her anyway. He continues to stare at the floor for what seems like forever, ignoring the urge to look over at Jonghyun. He’s shocked out his contemplation when Jonghyun speaks first.
“We shouldn’t let her go too far,” he muses quietly, his voice directed away from Minho although he’s addressing him. “It looks like it’s going to rain.”
Minho grunts in agreement, but is still angry enough to leave it at that. He’s not interested in making up, but he is concerned about Taeyeon getting lost in the dense forest that surrounds the lake house, especially in bad weather. Taeyeon’s tough, but she’s still breakable, and she’s always been a bit directionally challenged. If tolerating Jonghyun’s bad attitude and ignoring the feeling in his gut when he looks at him is what it takes to get Taeyeon back safely, Minho will do it.
“I’ll grab the umbrellas.”
They set out minutes later, dark clouds starting to form overhead as they begin their search. They scour the area closest to the house, checking the car and down near the dock. When they discover she’s nowhere near the house, they start to call out for her. They split up, Jonghyun walking up the driveway towards the road and Minho edging along the trees. However, there’s still no sign of her, no response to their shouts.
“Which way do you think she went?” Jonghyun asks when they reconvene.
“I have no idea.” Minho drags his hand over his face, starting to feel wary. His nerves are near shot. “Should we split up and just start walking?”
“No,” Jonghyun replies immediately. “We might both get lost. And besides, how will we know if one of us has found her?”
The thought of being in close proximity with Jonghyun for the next however-long frustrates Minho, as he’d much rather be alone to try and sort out all of the shit that muddles his brain, but he knows Jonghyun is right. Minho doubts he’d get lost on his own property, but losing both Jonghyun and Taeyeon in one day sounds like more trouble than he’s capable of dealing with right now. He nods.
“So where should we start?” Jonghyun asks, squinting and looking back and forth between the woods and the road. Call it instinct, a sixth sense, but Minho has a feeling that Taeyeon’s in the heart of the woods. He can imagine her, sitting huddled at the base of one of the large oak trees, her hair hanging over her tear-stained face, and his heart skips a beat.
“This way.”
Over an hour later, Jonghyun glances up from his feet, the bark scratching against his back. “I hate this.”
“You and me both. I hope she’s okay,” Minho sounds distant, his mind elsewhere.
“No not...” Jonghyun looks down to his feet again, scuffles the dry leaves scattering the forest floor. “I mean, I hope she’s okay too, obviously, it’s just... I meant me and you.”
Minho’s head snaps back to look at Jonghyun. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We shouldn’t have done that, Minho. That was a bad idea. We shouldn’t have - ”
That’s as far as he gets before Minho is storming towards him. He cradles Jonghyun’s face in his calloused palms and crashes their lips together, no tongue, no sex behind it, just raw emotion, and Jonghyun’s body slumps, arms winding around Minho’s back.
“Don’t say that.” Minho whispers against his lips. “Don’t regret it.”
Jonghyun swallows. “But look at us, Minho. We can’t even stand each other right now. You barely want to look at me.”
Minho’s smile is vague as he peels one of Jonghyun arms from his back and guides it around him to press his palm against the bulge in his pants. “I like you a lot more than you know.”
Jonghyun grins despite the spike of heat. “You’re always thinking about sex.”
“We’re men, Jonghyun. You can’t blame me for something I can’t control.”
Jonghyun bites his lip. “We have to find Tae.”
“She can wait,” Minho mumbles and then they’re kissing again, albeit its more desperate this time around. Jonghyun claws at Minho’s shirt as he slips his tongue inside of the other’s compliant mouth, panting into Minho’s mouth as he slides his hands down Minho’s back and around to his waist, desperately wishing the fabric between them to dissolve.
Jonghyun’s fingers linger over the zipper of Minho’s jeans, tantalizing the taut skin above.
“Unzip me,” Minho commands, his voice hoarse.
Jonghyun nods, all hesitance gone as he tugs Minho’s jeans down to his thighs. As Jonghyun bends to sink down to his knees, Minho grabs his shoulders and pulls him back up, bringing him in for another heated kiss. Jonghyun melts a bit when Minho’s large, forceful hands grip his ass and squeeze, a sharp moan escaping his throat. Minho kisses down Jonghyun’s jaw and neck as his nimble fingers move to unbutton Jonghyun’s jeans.
“Minho,” Jonghyun whines when he feels teeth nipping at the crook of his neck. Minho bites and sucks as he jerks Jonghyun’s jeans and boxers down in one go, exposing Jonghyun completely. Jonghyun shivers, pressing forward against Minho in search of something more. His fully-erect cock brushes against the bulge in Minho’s boxers and he whimpers. “Fuck.”
His hands immediately find their way to Minho’s hips and he pulls the boxers down, removing the barrier between them. Minho growls against his skin when Jonghyun pushes his hips forward and causes their cocks to graze, the pure want overwhelming his senses. He drops a hand between them to stroke them simultaneously, and both of them groan at the feeling.
“I want you,” Minho manages to get out, his voice strained. Jonghyun nods and leans forward to suck on Minho’s earlobe, his hands moving to comb through Minho’s coarse hair. He tenses a bit when he feels Minho’s free hand press against his lower back, fingers dipping down and dragging over his entrance. The touch is feather-light, but it’s powerful enough to make Jonghyun’s knees tremble. His grip on Minho’s scalp tightens when one finger breeches his entrance, the new-yet-familiar feeling making his stomach do somersaults.
Minho’s name falls from his lips again, barely audible over their heavy breathing. He tries to relax as Minho pushes his finger deeper inside, fighting the urge to shy away when a second finger joins in. He focuses on Minho, the taste of his skin and the feeling of his taut muscles against his own. He buries his face against his neck and lets his hands roam, tugging at the hem of Minho’s shirt and dragging his blunt nails over his back. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead as Minho jerks them faster, crooks his fingers at just the right angle. It’s blissful, and he can’t help but let all of his anger and confusion melt away as he pushes his hips down against Minho’s hand. He’s not prepared for when Minho slips his fingers out and slows the movement of his wrist, coming to a complete stop. They meet in another bruising kiss, the sound of their lips smacking magnified in the quiet of the woods.
Jonghyun gasps in surprise when he’s lifted from his feet, his legs instinctively coiling around Minho’s waist, the bark behind them holding most of his weight. Minho’s biceps bulge, so tensed as Jonghyun’s fingers ghost over them and up to his shoulders, slithering around his neck and playing with the loose hair of Minho’s nape.
Minho’s lips seek out Jonghyun’s as he slowly pushes inside, releasing a deep groan into Jonghyun’s mouth once he’s fully seated. He shallowly thrusts, letting Jonghyun adjust around his girth, holding his breath until Jonghyun’s body relaxes, his weight heavier in Minho’s arms, the vice around his cock slackened.
“You can - ”
Minho’s already nodding, reading Jonghyun like he’s always done, and starts to pump his cock inside at a roughly controlled pace, the friction searing and Jonghyun even more so. The latter whimpers when Minho thrusts in particularly hard, tugging on his hair and Minho notices the way Jonghyun’s eyes are clenched shut, brows laced together.
“Are you okay?”
Jonghyun nods, “Fuck,” releasing a gush of air as Minho slams his cock inside, “You’re so big.”
Minho moans, his pace quickening, and soon Jonghyun’s hips are rolling against him, trying to get Minho deeper.
Minho re situates, hikes Jonghyun up higher. The change in angle has Jonghyun screaming, head dropping to Minho’s shoulder, trying to muffle his moans, biting down on the muscle.
“I want to hear you,” Minho groans, his hips jarring against Jonghyun’s ass, the skin still so tender from the night before. His orgasm pulses in his stomach, the near approaching as he slides his cock out only to pummel back in.
Minho can feel his mind clouding, gripping the bark behind Jonghyun’s head for leverage as he thrusts in deeper, even harder than before. “I love you,” he mumbles, the pleasure filtering through his body, “Do you love me?”
Jonghyun whimpers, vaguely nods in tandem with Minho’s thrusts.
“Tell me,” Minho commands, so desperate, “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” Jonghyun whines, flexing his hips. Minho moans in response as he takes Jonghyun’s erection into his fist, pressing against Jonghyun’s body to kiss him. There’s too much tongue for it to be a perfect kiss, too much emotion behind it, but it’s perfect in Minho’s thoughts, the way Jonghyun claws at Minho’s back as he hitches him up higher.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you earlier,” Minho says while he has the confidence, the willingness to forgo his dignity.
“It’s fi - I don’t care just... fuck Minho, I’m so close. Faster,” Jonghyun moans and Minho complies, his arm straining with how fast he pumps Jonghyun’s cock, thighs quaking with his impending orgasm.
“I’m going to - ”
“Me too.” Minho grits out, fighting off the pleasure until Jonghyun’s spurting into his hand, dripping down his fingers with a satisfied moan. Minho pecks his lips as he slides his hand around to Jonghyun’s lower back to join the other and he drills inside as he cums, lets the urge take over and the pleasure is so strong, he cums so hard that some leaks from Jonghyun’s hole as he powers through his orgasm.
“Are you okay?” Minho pants, sliding his hands down to hold the base of his cock as he pulls out, awkwardly trying to balance Jonghyun on his arm to ensure he doesn’t fall. He drops to his feet anyway, stumbling as he nods, sheepishly smiling as he shuffles back into his jeans. Minho keeps his eyes on him as Jonghyun steps forward after he’s buckled himself up and helps Minho with his own. The latter closes the small distance and pecks Jonghyun’s lips, nuzzling his nose against Jonghyun’s and ends with another small kiss.
“We better get a move on.” Minho looks up to the sky. “It’s not looking too good.”
The storm clouds overhead only get more threatening as they push on, calling Taeyeon’s name every few minutes. There’s still no response, no matter how far they get or how loudly they shout. Jonghyun’s starting to wonder if they’re lost themselves. The trees are starting to get taller, thicker and darker, and although they had set out looking for Taeyeon pretty early, he feels like it’s getting late. The wind blows fiercely and he shivers, turning towards Minho.
“Are you sure you still know where we are?”
“We’re pretty far out,” Minho answers with a hint of uncertainty. He turns his head to the right and Jonghyun notices the worry in his eyes. He gulps audibly.
“Maybe we should head back? What if we missed her and she’s at the house alone?” Minho turns back to him and looks a bit dumbstruck, realizing they hadn’t left any kind of note behind just in case.
“Let’s follow the river back,” Minho says resolutely and Jonghyun nods. They turn towards the sound of running water, careful not to trip over the overgrown tree roots as they make their way to the riverbank. Once they break the line of trees, they begin to follow the bank back in the direction they came from. After a few minutes of walking, Jonghyun spots a building just a ways down. It looks decrepit and abandoned, just a covered dock with what appears to be nothing inside, but he mentions it anyway.
“Maybe we should check there?” Minho’s already a step ahead of him, though, breaking into a quick jog towards the structure. The rain drops are just barely starting to fall, sporadic and cold, but it only causes them to run faster.
“Taeyeon!” Minho shouts as he barrels towards the dock, Jonghyun hot on his heels. They both round the corner at almost exactly the same time, and are both a little heartbroken when they see Taeyeon, her knees pulled to her chest, sitting and staring at the water with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She looks up in surprise, holding back a sob as she hurriedly wipes away the tears in her eyes.
“I got lost...” she pouts, using the fabric of her sleeve to wipe her nose.
“Taeyeon,” Jonghyun mumbles as both boys move forward, crossing the planks that line the floor of the dock and sitting down on either side of her. Their arms envelop her instantly and she hiccups, letting her tears fall freely as they whisper apologies into her soft hair.
“Are you okay?” Minho asks, rubbing her back soothingly as her crying subsides. Jonghyun pushes her hair behind her ear and rubs his thumb over her cheek. Taeyeon nods and sniffles once.
“I’m fine,” she says a bit defensively. “Are you two idiots done fighting?” They both nod, glancing at each other a bit shyly.
“I’m sorry.” Jonghyun tightens his grip around her shoulders just a fraction. “This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have walked out this morning,” his voice trails off. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too,” Minho adds after a few moments, letting the statement hang in the air without any explanation. “We should get going before-”
His deep voice is interrupted by the bright flash of lightening and a clap of thunder, and the sky opens up, letting loose a total downpour. They stand, Jonghyun pulling Taeyeon up to her feet, and line up at the edge of the dock.
“On the count of three, we run,” Taeyeon says, lacing her fingers with Minho on her left and Jonghyun on her right. “One... Two... Three!”
They take off, a blur of color smeared across the grey landscape, Minho pulling Taeyeon pulling Jonghyun towards safety.
The lake house is calm, the pitter-patter of rain filling up the empty silences. The front door is still ajar, and the screen door rattles ever-so-slightly when the wind picks up. Wet clothes are piled up by the front door next to six muddy shoes, and a deep chuckle rolls down the hall.
“I can do it myself,” Taeyeon whines, her voice muffled by the way Minho swipes the towel over her lips, drying off her face. He’s already dry himself, the still damp curling tresses of hair sticking to his forehead as he focuses on the task at hand.
“But I want to do it.” Minho smiles, moving the towel to her soaked hair and immediately getting to work of ruffling the towel over the strands. Another towel is wrapped around her body, having been shoved in her arms the second she padded through the door. It’s tucked underneath her armpits and held steady as she sits on the couch. Minho rises from his haunches in front of her and sits next to her on the couch. “Turn your back to me,” he commands.
Taeyeon does as told instantly, and the towel is back on her head, Minho’s fingertips massaging it into her scalp. The silence between them is relaxing, blankets them as Minho hums lightly in his work before he accidentally tugs too hard on a damp lock of hair. Taeyeon winces.
“I told you I can do it,” she grumbles, but he silences her easy enough, pressing his lips to the soft curve of her shoulder. “Minho...”
Minho drops the towel from her hair in favour to tangle his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’m sorry I caused trouble.”
Taeyeon laughs lightly. “I think we’re all used to it,” she says as she snuggles back into him, purring in her throat at the warmth.
Jonghyun appears from the bedroom, dry jogging bottoms loose around his hips and a towel around his bare shoulders. He takes refuge on the opposite couch, pout prominent on his lips. “Nice to see you two so cosy.”
Minho rolls his eyes as he retrieves his arms. “Come here then,” he beckons with a small jerk of his head and Jonghyun’s lips curve upwards as he skitters over, collapsing onto the couch next to him. “So jealous,” Minho clucks his tongue.
Jonghyun scoffs. “Please, what do I have to be jealous of?” he asks and shoots playful daggers at Minho as he stands from the couch and slides next to Taeyeon.
“You won’t make fun of me, right?” he pouts and Taeyeon rolls her eyes, glancing over to Minho as she brings her hand up to tangle her fingers in Jonghyun’s hair.
“Only a little,” she says with a smile and slowly scoots closer to kiss him.
“That’s not very nice of you,” Jonghyun murmurs against her lips.
“You talk too much,” she smiles before she connects their lips.
Minho mouth is back on her shoulder, nibbling at the tender skin, venturing up her neck as Jonghyun pries her lips open with his tongue, eliciting a small moan from her.
As her hands fly up around Jonghyun’s neck to deepen the kiss, it’s a chain reaction and Minho’s arms are around her again, taking advantage of the position to unravel the towel from her body, letting it pool around waist. Taeyeon moans into Jonghyun’s mouth as Minho’s hands fondle her, splayed fingers tickling up her stomach and he palms her breast, cupping the flesh and circling a perk nipple as Jonghyun thrusts his tongue into her mouth. Taeyeon breaks the kiss with a whimper, crumpling into Minho’s arms. Her cheeks feel flush, so hot as Jonghyun’s kisses drift down her chest, sliding his tongue down her cleavage and over to her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth as Minho caresses the other.
Taeyeon’s head rolls back on Minho’s shoulder and Minho chuckles, the sound vibrating against her skin. He takes the chance and pulls her out of the towel and onto him, away from Jonghyun’s wandering lips, and presses her back to his bare chest, nudging her knees apart with his own. Jonghyun shrugs, eyeing Minho as he slinks to his knees in front of her. Her folds are slick with wetness, glistening in the dull light and Jonghyun eagerly licks his lips before leaning forward, his tongue darting out to lap at her, moaning at her taste as he pushes his tongue inside.
The reaction is instantaneous; Taeyeon’s back arching against Minho with a loud moan, digging her ass into his clothed crotch and Jonghyun pants against her skin, his tongue circling her clit, pausing to press an open-mouthed kiss to it. Minho continues to grope her chest, nipping at her skin, moaning when she grinds her hips down against Jonghyun’s lips, sliding his cock between her cheeks.
“Jjong...” she moans as Jonghyun mouths further south, glancing up at Minho and nodding his head lightly. Minho’s hands curve under her knees and he hikes them up, spreads them impossibly wide and she whimpers, squirming against his hold as Jonghyun’s tongue flickers against her asshole, his fingers exploring, slicking them up with her wetness before plunging them inside her.
“Oh my god,” Taeyeon whimpers, wrestling against Minho’s hold to try and roll her hips, get Jonghyun deeper, but he only chuckles, his lips pressed against her ears, mouthing at her lobe.
“Do you want him inside you?” he whispers, his eyes gazing at the way Jonghyun fucks her with his tongue and fingers with such ferocity.
“Mmhmm,” she keens. “Please.”
“Do you want me inside you too?”
“Oh fuck,” Taeyeon moans, her eyes drifting shut, lifting her hand to pull on the back of Minho’s head, turning to press their lips together.
“Do you?” Minho goes on to ask again, needing confirmation before he does something else stupid.
“Yes.” She’s breathless. “God yes, please Minho, please fuck me.”
Minho’s eyes blow up at her words, the way she begs for him has his mind reeling, squeezing the backs of her knees as he bites down on her shoulder.
“Jonghyun,” Minho calls and Jonghyun pokes his head up, a concoction of his saliva and her slick juices smeared across his chin, smirk on his lips. He knows exactly what Minho wants and nods once, balancing his weight on each knee to remove his pants. Then he stands, taking Taeyeon’s hand and pulling her from Minho’s body, holding her captive in his arms with plenty of kisses as consolation, and Minho wiggles out of his own pants, eagerly kicking them off his feet.
Taeyeon giggles as Jonghyun pushes her back onto Minho, shuffling to find comfort.
“Tae...are you sure?” Jonghyun asks.
Taeyeon nods. “Fuck me.”
Jonghyun takes in a shaky breath as he aligns the tip of his cock with Taeyeon’s folds. She can feel his hesitation, the way he trembles slightly above her and huffs against her neck. She carefully places her hands on Jonghyun’s sides, pulling him forward, conveying her urgency. The sound of Minho sucking on Jonghyun’s fingers rings in her ear as the latter starts to push in. She’s instantly whining and panting, feeling Jonghyun slip inside her with little resistance. His cock fills her slowly, his pelvis coming forward to meet hers until they’re flush against each other. Taeyeon gnaws on her bottom lip relentlessly and buries her fingernails into Jonghyun’s sides, tiny moans escaping her mouth.
“Don’t move,” Minho suddenly interrupts, gripping Taeyeon’s thighs and shifting her up higher in his lap. “Jonghyun...” Minho leaves the statement open, trusting that Jonghyun knows what to do.
Carefully, lovingly, Jonghyun lets a finger slip down between Taeyeon and Minho, caressing her asshole with saliva-slicked fingers. Taeyeon jerks a bit at the intrusion, Jonghyun’s cock already taking up so much space inside her. He crooks his finger, trying to be as gentle as possible while preparing her for what’s to come.
“Jonghyun,” she cries out. “Please!”
“Shh,” Minho coos in her ear, kissing her cheek and rubbing her sides. She squirms against him and reaches back to find his hand, bringing it down between her legs.
“Please, Minho,” she begs as Jonghyun slips in another finger and continues to work her open. “I need you.”
Minho can’t resist; he slides his fingers against her swollen clit, moving in small circles and occasionally nudging Jonghyun’s cock which is buried to the hilt. Taeyeon and Jonghyun both moan wantonly at the action. Minho revels in the sound and tries again, separating his fingers into a “v” and sliding them over Taeyeon’s clit and around Jonghyun’s cock.
“Minho,” Taeyeon tries again desperately. “Please, for fuck’s sake.”
Minho nods and continues to rub slow circles against Taeyeon while his free hand reaches down for his cock. He gathers the precum that spills from the tip and strokes himself a few times -- the best they can do with no lube on hand. The tip of his dick grazes against Jonghyun’s fingers and the latter spreads them open, trying to make space for Minho. It’s not an easy feat, but Minho’s tip slowly slips in. The tightness is mind-blowing, and with the added effect of Jonghyun’s presence, Minho’s already thinking about cumming. He continues to push, whispering reassurances into Taeyeon’s ear as she moans and cries out, until the perfect curve of Taeyeon’s ass is resting against Minho’s lap.
Jonghyun’s fingers slip out and he braces himself against the back of the couch, hands on either side of Minho’s head. Both boys wince a bit at the incredible sensation. Jonghyun can literally feel every move Minho makes. When his hips jerk the smallest bit, Jonghyun can feel the slide; not only of Minho’s balls against his, but through the thin layer of skin that separates them inside Taeyeon. He bites his lip and pulls out of Taeyeon slightly before pushing back in, starting a steady rhythm.
Taeyeon is thrashing in seconds, her body bouncing between them as she tries to accommodate both cocks. Minho’s fingers never stop moving against her clit, and the separate paces both boys set makes it feel like she’s being torn apart. Sensation is hitting her from all angles, and her pleasure spikes again when Jonghyun’s lips find her neck, biting and sucking violently.
Taeyeon screams as Jonghyun pounds into her g-spot, so full with his cock, Minho thrusting inside her also, pleasure binding in her gut, throbbing with the need to cum with each slam of their cocks inside her. She’s panting so desperately, gasping for oxygen, so consumed by both of them, Minho mouthing anything he can reach, his fingers rubbing tight little circles on her clit.
“Come for us, Tae,” Jonghyun moans, curling his back as he folds over, still thrusting so hard inside her as he tugs on the skin surrounding her nipple between his teeth, and Taeyeon is fucking done for. She grasps at Jonghyun’s head, grinding her hips down on Minho’s cock, sucking Jonghyun deeper with every contraction of her walls as she cums hard with a high pitched moan, pressing Jonghyun closer to her body with her clutch.
“Oh my - fuck,” Jonghyun gasps, choking on his breath as he pulls out and plunges back inside. “You’re so tight Tae...so fucking good,” he mumbles against her skin, nipping her flesh before straightening his back.
“I’m going to cum soon,” Minho warns as Taeyeon rocks down on his cock to meet his thrust. She’s so tight, her tiny body accepting his cock easily, sucking him inside with each flex of his hips.
Jonghyun hums, “Me too,” and he barely even gets the words out before he’s pulling out of her, fisting his cock immediately with the aid of her wetness. Ropes of his cum splatter onto her stomach, a deep moan rolling off his tongue as he tips his head back, his muscles taut as each pulse of ecstasy pounds through his veins.
Minho watches as Jonghyun collapses onto the couch next to them, completely spent, and digs his feet into the floor, lifting Taeyeon’s body to really pound into her. She mewls with every thrust, her body jerking forward as he pummels into her, losing focus when Jonghyun pulls him in for a kiss, but not losing rhythm. Taeyeon’s body bounces, her small palms pressing into his knees as she grinds herself down and suddenly, it hits Minho like a fucking train and he’s spilling himself inside her, moaning into Jonghyun’s mouth, only tearing himself away to admire his work as he pulls out of her.
Taeyeon groans at the feeling, her entire lower body sticky and wet. Jonghyun grabs one of the towels that had been haphazardly thrown on the floor and wipes up his mess, gently cleaning her tummy. She hums in appreciation before taking the towel from his hands and drops it back on the floor.
“C’mon,” she says quietly, grabbing both of their hands and yanking them to their feet. “Bedtime.”
Both boys follow her to the bedroom and they all climb under the cool sheets, tangling their limbs together. Minho’s thigh is pressed between Taeyeon’s legs from behind and his fingers intertwine with Jonghyun’s over her body, and Taeyeon buries her face in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck. They lay together in stillness, exhausted from the 24 hour rollercoaster ride they’ve all been through, and the sound of the rain carries them to sleep.
Jonghyun sits in the driver’s seat of his car, honking the horn for what must be the fifth time already. “Hurry up!” he shouts out the window when he sees Minho and Taeyeon file from the house, hers and his suitcases in Minho’s hands. “My mom is making dinner!”
“Do we get some?” Minho shouts back, pausing to get a better grip of Taeyeon’s monstrous suitcase.
“No way, it’s all mine. I’ve not been home in forever.”
Taeyeon cocks a brow and glances over to Minho. “Then what’s the rush?” she ponders, fighting against her grin.
“If you’re not in the car within the next five seconds, I’m leaving you here,” Jonghyun warns, revving the engine as proof of what he’s capable.
Taeyeon giggles, jump starts her run to the car and eagerly slides into the front seat with a triumphant, “Hell yes!”
Jonghyun rolls his eyes, but joins in on her laughter when Minho grumbles incoherent curses as he shrinks his huge body into the cramped space of the back seat after he’s packed up the trunk.
“I hate you,” he murmurs, scoffing at Taeyeon when she laughs even harder.
“No, you don’t,” she protests with a smile, her body turned back to face him as Jonghyun shoves the car into first gear.
Minho cracks a grin. “Nah, maybe not.”