In the Meantime, Part 17 (Drabble)
Pairing: college roommates!JongKey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jonghyun is grateful for the chance to get back up on stage for more than one reason.
A/N: I was worried that I wouldn’t have anything for Key’s birthday but then I wrote this so yay \o/ This (warning, somewhat nsfw) pretty much got me wanting to write smut so here, I hope you like!?
Happiest of birthdays to Kim Kibum <3 whom I have so much respect for and who is an inspiration all around and has a very nice butt.
( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16) / Masterpost
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Jonghyun was bent over his laptop, working on an assignment when he got a most unexpected phone call. He took the call absent-mindedly, expecting his mother, or Kibum, only to be surprised by the sound of an old friend’s voice on the line. They were old bandmates, actually, and Jonghyun was pleased to hear that Jaeyeol was still playing. The conversation took a bit of a sudden turn however when Jaeyeol asked him if he still played bass. Jonghyun sat stunned for a few seconds before stuttering out a confused, “Y-yeah?”
***
Kibum walked into the dorm, looking tired and rumpled, almost dragging his feet, just as Jonghyun was setting his phone down.
“Hey,” he greeted, unceremoniously dumping his things by his desk.
Jonghyun turned in his chair at once to greet him as well, adding, “Meeting ran long?”
Kibum heaved a long sigh, nodding as he ran a hand through his hair.
“This group project is really kicking my ass.”
Jonghyun frowned slightly; Kibum must have been having an especially hard time of it, considering Jonghyun rarely saw him get so frustrated over his studies. “I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, if only to share the sentiment.
Kibum granted him a small, sincere smile before making his way over to the bed and dropping down onto it.
“It’s… whatever,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m so sick of working on it.”
Jonghyun took that as his cue to speak up, “Actually, I have news.”
“Oh?” Kibum asked, suddenly looking a bit livelier than before as he watched Jonghyun, not without curiosity.
“I just got a call from Jaeyeol.”
Kibum frowned for a second at the once familiar name. “From high school?” he finally remembered. “Your old bandmate?”
Jonghyun nodded. “He asked me if I could join his band for a gig soon. Apparently their bassist left and they haven’t had time to find a new one.”
Kibum’s mouth fell open into a small “o” and he straightened up on the bed, interest clearly piqued. “Where’s the gig?” he asked.
“At a small venue in Hongdae,” Jonghyun answered, “next week. Want to come with?”
Kibum expression melted into a soft smile, and Jonghyun breathed easier just witnessing it. “Of course I do,” Kibum assured him. His smile then twisted into a smirk as he added, “Do you think if I hang around I’ll get lucky afterwards?”
“I hear the new bassist is easy,” Jonghyun replied, straight-faced.
Kibum laughed, a genuine laugh that shook his shoulders and had Jonghyun smiling a bit goofily when Kibum stood up and kissed him, still giggling. Jonghyun arms wound around him, hands linking at the small of his back to draw Kibum in, prolonging the kiss. Kibum hummed into it, tilting is head even more as his hands found their way to Jonghyun’s shoulders. Jonghyun took his time reacquainting himself with the taste and softness of Kibum’s lips, basking in the warmth of Kibum against him after such a long day.
An idea struck Jonghyun and he pulled away slowly, planting small pecks to Kibum’s upper and lower lips in turn and stifling a smile when Kibum only leaned forward, hands sliding into his hair to keep him from moving away. He chuckled to Kibum’s lips but obeyed, granting his boyfriend another long, slightly wetter kiss. He sucked on Kibum’s lower lip, tugging it a little between his teeth just to hear Kibum’s breathy grunt before pulling away again and staring up at Kibum. Kibum’s gaze kept dropping to his mouth, and if it looked half as appealing as Kibum’s with his red-bitten, plump, shiny lips then Jonghyun couldn’t blame him.
“I need to fetch my old bass at my mom’s and was thinking of staying the night,” Jonghyun told him quickly, Kibum’s hands tightening in his hair; Jonghyun was as eager as him to reduce the space between them again. “You should come too.”
“You just want your mom to cook you breakfast,” Kibum spoke up knowingly, breath fanning across Jonghyun’s lips, who promptly wondered why they weren’t kissing still so he leaned in to fix that at once.
Kibum met him with a small, choked-off noise from the back of his throat, pressing in closer-needless to say it wasn’t until much later that they finally made their way to Jonghyun’s childhood home.
***
With only a few days to learn the band’s line-up, Jonghyun was understandably nervous as he made his way to the venue, bass strapped to his back. Still, he was as ready as could be considering everything and revelled in the fact that at least he wasn’t filling in for lead guitar.
His old friend greeted him warmly when he arrived, thanking him for the countless time even though Jonghyun didn’t need to be thanked-he was grateful for the experience and lamented the fact that he didn’t get to play for crowds more often. Playing on stage always gave him such a rush; the adrenaline, the hot stage lights, the music vibrating through him and pouring from his fingertips were all so addicting. Sure, it could be terrifying, still was, but he had never met a fellow musician who could resist coming back for more.
Setting up went well and they even had time to go over some of the parts that gave Jonghyun a little more trouble. The bartenders arrived midway through and began prepping the bar at the other end of the room, and Jonghyun was pleased to note that they were eyeing the band with interest. When the first few customers began trickling in, they all turned off their microphones and unplugged their instruments before retreating to the small, crammed backroom. Halfway through the week, Jonghyun had somehow been cajoled into covering some background vocals as well-he purposefully hadn’t told Kibum about that, aware of the soft spot he had for Jonghyun’s voice. Jonghyun smirked to himself, looking down and taking in the washed-out denim of his shredded pants and the loose, low fit of his sleeveless shirt; he was so getting laid tonight. Spectacularly laid, even though Kibum was pretty much a sure thing anyway (he was even wearing eyeliner-Kibum didn’t stand a chance).
Kibum had had to meet up with his team for that dreadful project of his but had promised Jonghyun he would be there for the show. Jonghyun fiddled with his bass backstage, tuning out the others’ banter as pre-show anxiety set in. Soon, it was time to step on stage again and they were met with all manners of screeches, whistles and applause, and the thunderous noise had Jonghyun’s heart drumming against this ribs. He quickly went to his spot, finding the right audio jack for his bass and plugging it in before fiddling with the height of the microphone. It was hard to see into the dark crowd from under the blinding stage lights, so Jonghyun soon gave up the search for Kibum and could only hope he’d made it to the venue.
Jaeyeol counted down the beat to the first song before striking the first chord, and Jonghyun was finally able to relax, anxieties relegated to the back of his mind as he focused on the music and nothing else.
***
A few songs in, Jaeyeol finally paused to introduce the band and Jonghyun could have sworn he heard Kibum’s voice in the crowd when Jaeyeol spoke his name. He perked up immediately, hamming it up a little by biting down on his lip and doing a cocky salute as Jaeyeol introduced him briefly. Kibum was good at calling Jonghyun out when he was being cocky, but sometimes, sometimes it worked and watching Kibum get hot and bothered did wonderful things to his ego. Jonghyun was willing to take that chance, especially now that he was holding his bass, lips pursed to a microphone, and had a crowd of people eyeing him up. The band loosened up even more over the next song, settling into their rhythm and really putting on a show. Jaeyeol would sometimes swing his guitar around over his back to grab the microphone and move across the stage, sometimes even coming to sing into Jonghyun’s microphone, throwing an arm over his shoulders. A memorable guitar solo also had the lead guitarist back-to-back with Jonghyun, earning cheers and whistles from the crowd. By the end of their set Jonghyun was dripping sweat and his hands were beginning to cramp; he felt like he had run a marathon, but his smile wouldn’t falter. His bandmates gathered at the center of the stage to take their bow, and Jonghyun thought he heard a few catcalls from the audience. Dance music soon filled the speakers, the DJ taking charge for the rest of the night as the band picked up whatever equipment they could carry before retreating to the backroom.
Jonghyun was balancing a few coiled-up jacks on his shoulder, bass still hanging from the other, hands carefully holding a floor pedal and his microphone stand. He made it down the stage unharmed and was about to cross to the backdoor when a body pressed him into the wall. His bass dug into his hipbones as it was held flat against him, and his first thought was that this grinding wasn’t good for the strings. But, then, he managed to focus on the sight before him and promptly forgot all about strings and nearly sagged under the weight of everything as his breath left him.
Kibum looked amazing, with skin-tight black pants leaving nothing to the imagination, carefully ruffled hair and smoky, dark-lined eyes making him look like sex personified. Kibum didn’t leave him much time to appreciate the view, though, quickly diving in for a rough kiss that was more teeth than lips, smothering Jonghyun and backing him into the wall.
Jonghyun dropped the microphone stand down with a clatter, his free hand wasting no time in groping Kibum, tucking his fingers just under the swell of his ass and squeezing the flesh through his thin pants. Kibum’s kiss was all heat and no finesse, attacking Jonghyun’s mouth like he’d been waiting to do just that all night. Jonghyun almost forgot where he was as Kibum held him hostage against the wall; he gave back as good as he got, energy still running high and taking advantage of the outlet he’d found in Kibum. His hand molded and grabbed at Kibum’s ass and thighs in a way that was just this side of too rough, Kibum nipping and tearing at his lips like he couldn’t bear to stop.
Common sense was a thing of the past, public indecency the last thing on their minds until someone pointedly cleared their throat beside them. Kibum pulled away with a huff, bending down to place a suckling kiss beneath Jonghyun’s jaw before flicking it with his tongue. Jonghyun shivered, all-too aware of the uncomfortable way in which his bass was pressing down against his erection, and turned to find Jaeyeol staring at them with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey Kibum,” he greeted casually; he’d seen enough of this in high school not to be fazed by it, Jonghyun guessed. “Long time no see.”
“Hey Jaeyeol,” he greeted back, not moving away from Jonghyun.
“Would you mind waiting to assault each other until Jonghyun’s not carrying hundreds of dollars’ worth of equipment?” he added in a teasing tone.
Kibum had the decency to blush, stammering out a half-hearted apology as he finally backed away a little but still held close to Jonghyun.
“It’s good to see you,” Jaeyeol told him, giving a small wave before going back on the stage to pick up the last of their stuff.
Kibum’s lips were at his ear the moment they were left alone again, tongue brushing against the shell and catching on his piercing. “Hurry up, meet me in the bathroom,” he spoke above the music. He gave Jonghyun’s ear one last nibble before pulling away and winding his way through the crowd, leaving Jonghyun frozen on the spot until his brain could kick in again.
He rushed to the backroom, quickly putting everything away before practically dashing out of the room and weaving through the crowd with his head down to keep from being stopped. He opened the door to the bathroom to find Kibum leaning against one of the stalls, and Jonghyun had only a second to appraise the sight of him dressed in his clubbing gear before he was pulling Jonghyun inside a cubicle and pushing him back against the flimsy wall with a thud. Kibum kissed him hastily while his hands fumbled under Jonghyun’s shirt for his pants, doing quick work of undoing them and shoving them down along with his underwear. Kibum then dropped to his knees, hands at Jonghyun’s hips while his mouth circled the tip of his dick. Jonghyun sagged against the door, letting out a breathy moan as he sunk into familiar heat, a hand quickly knotting itself into Kibum’s already messy hair.
“Fuck, Kibum,” he mumbled incoherently, hips tilting forward.
Kibum gave a moan of his own and took him deeper at once, opening his throat until he was nosing the dark hair at the base of Jonghyun’s dick, eyes closing as he swallowed around him. Jonghyun’s moan turned into a half-sob, strung-out as he was, and Kibum rewarded him by sliding back down the shaft, tongue flicking at the sensitive head in a way that had Jonghyun breathing a string of curses. He kept tonguing at the slit while his hand held the shaft tightly, looking up at Jonghyun with dark, hazy eyes that had Jonghyun on the verge of release already. Kibum then licked a long stripe along the underside, stopping to suck at his sac with reddened lips, looking gorgeous as ever and outright smirking when he felt Jonghyun tremble under his hands. Jonghyun was beyond gone, too entranced to look away and too lost in pleasure to do anything but take whatever Kibum gave. Although, it felt like Kibum was the one taking in his fill, unapologetic and steady-handed as he worked Jonghyun over with pursed lips and hungry licks. Kibum completely ignored the hand Jonghyun had placed in his hair when Jonghyun tried to pull at it, making it clear that Jonghyun was only along for the ride-and Jonghyun loved it.
Kibum went back to working the shaft with his hand while he sucked, hollow-cheeked, at the tip and Jonghyun felt like he might as well have been trying to wring out his sanity through his dick. Jonghyun came with a loud cry, Kibum cradling him on his tongue and licking around the head until Jonghyun stopped heaving and panting out Kibum’s name. As soon as Jonghyun regained his breath, he tightened his hand in Kibum’s hair and drew him up for a deep kiss, knees almost buckling at the taste of himself on Kibum’s lips.
The kiss slowly grew softer, their frantic pace drawing to a close as Kibum’s lips curled into a smile against Jonghyun’s. The hands that had found their way under Jonghyun’s shirt were now simply stroking his skin instead of grappling at it, and Jonghyun had finally loosened his hold on Kibum’s hair. Kibum was the first to pull away, eyeing Jonghyun’s lips as he spoke, “Can we head back?”
Jonghyun let his head fall back against the stall’s door, fingers trailing down Kibum’s neck. “Don’t know,” he pretended to ponder, feeling loose and carefree after such an amazing orgasm, a bit like he was floating above the ground. “I don’t know if the new bassist is that easy.”
That got Kibum’s full attention, his eyes lifting up to meet Jonghyun’s. “Asshole,” he muttered playfully, pinching Jonghyun lightly in his side. “I don’t think it gets any easier than public bathroom blowjobs, Jjong,” he argued truthfully.
“Fine,” Jonghyun sighed, like agreeing to this was a hardship, but Kibum saw right through his little act and pinched him again. “Let’s go home, do filthy things.”
“Hmm,” Kibum agreed, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “And you’re not allowed to wipe off your eyeliner until I say so,” he mumbled between kisses.
“As you wish, boss,” Jonghyun replied at once, pulling back just in time to see Kibum’s gaze darken. Jonghyun gave himself a mental pat on the back; he was a genius.
Part 18
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jonghyun is grateful for the chance to get back up on stage for more than one reason.
A/N: I was worried that I wouldn’t have anything for Key’s birthday but then I wrote this so yay \o/ This (warning, somewhat nsfw) pretty much got me wanting to write smut so here, I hope you like!?
Happiest of birthdays to Kim Kibum <3 whom I have so much respect for and who is an inspiration all around and has a very nice butt.
( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16) / Masterpost
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Jonghyun was bent over his laptop, working on an assignment when he got a most unexpected phone call. He took the call absent-mindedly, expecting his mother, or Kibum, only to be surprised by the sound of an old friend’s voice on the line. They were old bandmates, actually, and Jonghyun was pleased to hear that Jaeyeol was still playing. The conversation took a bit of a sudden turn however when Jaeyeol asked him if he still played bass. Jonghyun sat stunned for a few seconds before stuttering out a confused, “Y-yeah?”
***
Kibum walked into the dorm, looking tired and rumpled, almost dragging his feet, just as Jonghyun was setting his phone down.
“Hey,” he greeted, unceremoniously dumping his things by his desk.
Jonghyun turned in his chair at once to greet him as well, adding, “Meeting ran long?”
Kibum heaved a long sigh, nodding as he ran a hand through his hair.
“This group project is really kicking my ass.”
Jonghyun frowned slightly; Kibum must have been having an especially hard time of it, considering Jonghyun rarely saw him get so frustrated over his studies. “I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, if only to share the sentiment.
Kibum granted him a small, sincere smile before making his way over to the bed and dropping down onto it.
“It’s… whatever,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m so sick of working on it.”
Jonghyun took that as his cue to speak up, “Actually, I have news.”
“Oh?” Kibum asked, suddenly looking a bit livelier than before as he watched Jonghyun, not without curiosity.
“I just got a call from Jaeyeol.”
Kibum frowned for a second at the once familiar name. “From high school?” he finally remembered. “Your old bandmate?”
Jonghyun nodded. “He asked me if I could join his band for a gig soon. Apparently their bassist left and they haven’t had time to find a new one.”
Kibum’s mouth fell open into a small “o” and he straightened up on the bed, interest clearly piqued. “Where’s the gig?” he asked.
“At a small venue in Hongdae,” Jonghyun answered, “next week. Want to come with?”
Kibum expression melted into a soft smile, and Jonghyun breathed easier just witnessing it. “Of course I do,” Kibum assured him. His smile then twisted into a smirk as he added, “Do you think if I hang around I’ll get lucky afterwards?”
“I hear the new bassist is easy,” Jonghyun replied, straight-faced.
Kibum laughed, a genuine laugh that shook his shoulders and had Jonghyun smiling a bit goofily when Kibum stood up and kissed him, still giggling. Jonghyun arms wound around him, hands linking at the small of his back to draw Kibum in, prolonging the kiss. Kibum hummed into it, tilting is head even more as his hands found their way to Jonghyun’s shoulders. Jonghyun took his time reacquainting himself with the taste and softness of Kibum’s lips, basking in the warmth of Kibum against him after such a long day.
An idea struck Jonghyun and he pulled away slowly, planting small pecks to Kibum’s upper and lower lips in turn and stifling a smile when Kibum only leaned forward, hands sliding into his hair to keep him from moving away. He chuckled to Kibum’s lips but obeyed, granting his boyfriend another long, slightly wetter kiss. He sucked on Kibum’s lower lip, tugging it a little between his teeth just to hear Kibum’s breathy grunt before pulling away again and staring up at Kibum. Kibum’s gaze kept dropping to his mouth, and if it looked half as appealing as Kibum’s with his red-bitten, plump, shiny lips then Jonghyun couldn’t blame him.
“I need to fetch my old bass at my mom’s and was thinking of staying the night,” Jonghyun told him quickly, Kibum’s hands tightening in his hair; Jonghyun was as eager as him to reduce the space between them again. “You should come too.”
“You just want your mom to cook you breakfast,” Kibum spoke up knowingly, breath fanning across Jonghyun’s lips, who promptly wondered why they weren’t kissing still so he leaned in to fix that at once.
Kibum met him with a small, choked-off noise from the back of his throat, pressing in closer-needless to say it wasn’t until much later that they finally made their way to Jonghyun’s childhood home.
***
With only a few days to learn the band’s line-up, Jonghyun was understandably nervous as he made his way to the venue, bass strapped to his back. Still, he was as ready as could be considering everything and revelled in the fact that at least he wasn’t filling in for lead guitar.
His old friend greeted him warmly when he arrived, thanking him for the countless time even though Jonghyun didn’t need to be thanked-he was grateful for the experience and lamented the fact that he didn’t get to play for crowds more often. Playing on stage always gave him such a rush; the adrenaline, the hot stage lights, the music vibrating through him and pouring from his fingertips were all so addicting. Sure, it could be terrifying, still was, but he had never met a fellow musician who could resist coming back for more.
Setting up went well and they even had time to go over some of the parts that gave Jonghyun a little more trouble. The bartenders arrived midway through and began prepping the bar at the other end of the room, and Jonghyun was pleased to note that they were eyeing the band with interest. When the first few customers began trickling in, they all turned off their microphones and unplugged their instruments before retreating to the small, crammed backroom. Halfway through the week, Jonghyun had somehow been cajoled into covering some background vocals as well-he purposefully hadn’t told Kibum about that, aware of the soft spot he had for Jonghyun’s voice. Jonghyun smirked to himself, looking down and taking in the washed-out denim of his shredded pants and the loose, low fit of his sleeveless shirt; he was so getting laid tonight. Spectacularly laid, even though Kibum was pretty much a sure thing anyway (he was even wearing eyeliner-Kibum didn’t stand a chance).
Kibum had had to meet up with his team for that dreadful project of his but had promised Jonghyun he would be there for the show. Jonghyun fiddled with his bass backstage, tuning out the others’ banter as pre-show anxiety set in. Soon, it was time to step on stage again and they were met with all manners of screeches, whistles and applause, and the thunderous noise had Jonghyun’s heart drumming against this ribs. He quickly went to his spot, finding the right audio jack for his bass and plugging it in before fiddling with the height of the microphone. It was hard to see into the dark crowd from under the blinding stage lights, so Jonghyun soon gave up the search for Kibum and could only hope he’d made it to the venue.
Jaeyeol counted down the beat to the first song before striking the first chord, and Jonghyun was finally able to relax, anxieties relegated to the back of his mind as he focused on the music and nothing else.
***
A few songs in, Jaeyeol finally paused to introduce the band and Jonghyun could have sworn he heard Kibum’s voice in the crowd when Jaeyeol spoke his name. He perked up immediately, hamming it up a little by biting down on his lip and doing a cocky salute as Jaeyeol introduced him briefly. Kibum was good at calling Jonghyun out when he was being cocky, but sometimes, sometimes it worked and watching Kibum get hot and bothered did wonderful things to his ego. Jonghyun was willing to take that chance, especially now that he was holding his bass, lips pursed to a microphone, and had a crowd of people eyeing him up. The band loosened up even more over the next song, settling into their rhythm and really putting on a show. Jaeyeol would sometimes swing his guitar around over his back to grab the microphone and move across the stage, sometimes even coming to sing into Jonghyun’s microphone, throwing an arm over his shoulders. A memorable guitar solo also had the lead guitarist back-to-back with Jonghyun, earning cheers and whistles from the crowd. By the end of their set Jonghyun was dripping sweat and his hands were beginning to cramp; he felt like he had run a marathon, but his smile wouldn’t falter. His bandmates gathered at the center of the stage to take their bow, and Jonghyun thought he heard a few catcalls from the audience. Dance music soon filled the speakers, the DJ taking charge for the rest of the night as the band picked up whatever equipment they could carry before retreating to the backroom.
Jonghyun was balancing a few coiled-up jacks on his shoulder, bass still hanging from the other, hands carefully holding a floor pedal and his microphone stand. He made it down the stage unharmed and was about to cross to the backdoor when a body pressed him into the wall. His bass dug into his hipbones as it was held flat against him, and his first thought was that this grinding wasn’t good for the strings. But, then, he managed to focus on the sight before him and promptly forgot all about strings and nearly sagged under the weight of everything as his breath left him.
Kibum looked amazing, with skin-tight black pants leaving nothing to the imagination, carefully ruffled hair and smoky, dark-lined eyes making him look like sex personified. Kibum didn’t leave him much time to appreciate the view, though, quickly diving in for a rough kiss that was more teeth than lips, smothering Jonghyun and backing him into the wall.
Jonghyun dropped the microphone stand down with a clatter, his free hand wasting no time in groping Kibum, tucking his fingers just under the swell of his ass and squeezing the flesh through his thin pants. Kibum’s kiss was all heat and no finesse, attacking Jonghyun’s mouth like he’d been waiting to do just that all night. Jonghyun almost forgot where he was as Kibum held him hostage against the wall; he gave back as good as he got, energy still running high and taking advantage of the outlet he’d found in Kibum. His hand molded and grabbed at Kibum’s ass and thighs in a way that was just this side of too rough, Kibum nipping and tearing at his lips like he couldn’t bear to stop.
Common sense was a thing of the past, public indecency the last thing on their minds until someone pointedly cleared their throat beside them. Kibum pulled away with a huff, bending down to place a suckling kiss beneath Jonghyun’s jaw before flicking it with his tongue. Jonghyun shivered, all-too aware of the uncomfortable way in which his bass was pressing down against his erection, and turned to find Jaeyeol staring at them with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey Kibum,” he greeted casually; he’d seen enough of this in high school not to be fazed by it, Jonghyun guessed. “Long time no see.”
“Hey Jaeyeol,” he greeted back, not moving away from Jonghyun.
“Would you mind waiting to assault each other until Jonghyun’s not carrying hundreds of dollars’ worth of equipment?” he added in a teasing tone.
Kibum had the decency to blush, stammering out a half-hearted apology as he finally backed away a little but still held close to Jonghyun.
“It’s good to see you,” Jaeyeol told him, giving a small wave before going back on the stage to pick up the last of their stuff.
Kibum’s lips were at his ear the moment they were left alone again, tongue brushing against the shell and catching on his piercing. “Hurry up, meet me in the bathroom,” he spoke above the music. He gave Jonghyun’s ear one last nibble before pulling away and winding his way through the crowd, leaving Jonghyun frozen on the spot until his brain could kick in again.
He rushed to the backroom, quickly putting everything away before practically dashing out of the room and weaving through the crowd with his head down to keep from being stopped. He opened the door to the bathroom to find Kibum leaning against one of the stalls, and Jonghyun had only a second to appraise the sight of him dressed in his clubbing gear before he was pulling Jonghyun inside a cubicle and pushing him back against the flimsy wall with a thud. Kibum kissed him hastily while his hands fumbled under Jonghyun’s shirt for his pants, doing quick work of undoing them and shoving them down along with his underwear. Kibum then dropped to his knees, hands at Jonghyun’s hips while his mouth circled the tip of his dick. Jonghyun sagged against the door, letting out a breathy moan as he sunk into familiar heat, a hand quickly knotting itself into Kibum’s already messy hair.
“Fuck, Kibum,” he mumbled incoherently, hips tilting forward.
Kibum gave a moan of his own and took him deeper at once, opening his throat until he was nosing the dark hair at the base of Jonghyun’s dick, eyes closing as he swallowed around him. Jonghyun’s moan turned into a half-sob, strung-out as he was, and Kibum rewarded him by sliding back down the shaft, tongue flicking at the sensitive head in a way that had Jonghyun breathing a string of curses. He kept tonguing at the slit while his hand held the shaft tightly, looking up at Jonghyun with dark, hazy eyes that had Jonghyun on the verge of release already. Kibum then licked a long stripe along the underside, stopping to suck at his sac with reddened lips, looking gorgeous as ever and outright smirking when he felt Jonghyun tremble under his hands. Jonghyun was beyond gone, too entranced to look away and too lost in pleasure to do anything but take whatever Kibum gave. Although, it felt like Kibum was the one taking in his fill, unapologetic and steady-handed as he worked Jonghyun over with pursed lips and hungry licks. Kibum completely ignored the hand Jonghyun had placed in his hair when Jonghyun tried to pull at it, making it clear that Jonghyun was only along for the ride-and Jonghyun loved it.
Kibum went back to working the shaft with his hand while he sucked, hollow-cheeked, at the tip and Jonghyun felt like he might as well have been trying to wring out his sanity through his dick. Jonghyun came with a loud cry, Kibum cradling him on his tongue and licking around the head until Jonghyun stopped heaving and panting out Kibum’s name. As soon as Jonghyun regained his breath, he tightened his hand in Kibum’s hair and drew him up for a deep kiss, knees almost buckling at the taste of himself on Kibum’s lips.
The kiss slowly grew softer, their frantic pace drawing to a close as Kibum’s lips curled into a smile against Jonghyun’s. The hands that had found their way under Jonghyun’s shirt were now simply stroking his skin instead of grappling at it, and Jonghyun had finally loosened his hold on Kibum’s hair. Kibum was the first to pull away, eyeing Jonghyun’s lips as he spoke, “Can we head back?”
Jonghyun let his head fall back against the stall’s door, fingers trailing down Kibum’s neck. “Don’t know,” he pretended to ponder, feeling loose and carefree after such an amazing orgasm, a bit like he was floating above the ground. “I don’t know if the new bassist is that easy.”
That got Kibum’s full attention, his eyes lifting up to meet Jonghyun’s. “Asshole,” he muttered playfully, pinching Jonghyun lightly in his side. “I don’t think it gets any easier than public bathroom blowjobs, Jjong,” he argued truthfully.
“Fine,” Jonghyun sighed, like agreeing to this was a hardship, but Kibum saw right through his little act and pinched him again. “Let’s go home, do filthy things.”
“Hmm,” Kibum agreed, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “And you’re not allowed to wipe off your eyeliner until I say so,” he mumbled between kisses.
“As you wish, boss,” Jonghyun replied at once, pulling back just in time to see Kibum’s gaze darken. Jonghyun gave himself a mental pat on the back; he was a genius.
Part 18