It's an Art Form (Oneshot)
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Humour, non-AU
Summary:Sometimes, being Kibum’s personal human canvas wasn’t as fun as it sounded.
A/N: I started this about a year and a half ago and only re-discovered it recently. I'd completely forgotten about it but decided to fix it up and finish it! It's inspired by the events surrounding the SMTown Tokyo concert of 131026, more specifically these wonderful tweets from Jonghyun as well as this/this. I hope you enjoy this little trip into the past <3
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“Will you stop squirming?”
“That’s really asking for a lot, Kibum.”
Kibum went back to work with an annoyingly calm yet amused look on his face while Jonghyun was left standing stiff as a board. As much as Jonghyun tried to loosen up, to shake off the tickling, teasing touches to his lower abdomen, he couldn’t. They had him squirming under the attention, and it didn’t help that he was in a semi-public area. Kibum seemed all too aware of this if the slight twist to his lips was any indication as he kept drawing careful lines on Jonghyun’s skin.
Jonghyun wasn’t sure how they had ended up like this, with Kibum crouched before him, marker in hand as Jonghyun stood in his concert attire in the middle of their dressing room. They were surrounded by stylists and coordinators and makeup artist, but no one seemed to pay any attention to them. It said a lot about them, Jonghyun thought, how everyone was so used to his and Kibum’s shenanigans that they didn’t even spare them a second glance. Kibum seemed engrossed in his own world, pink tongue sticking out from the side of his mouth as he added some finishing touches to his drawing.
Flashback to a few minutes ago, when Jonghyun had just come back from his duet performance with Taemin, entering SHINee’s dressing room with sweat now adding to the oil already slicking his skin. He’d picked up his shirt to slip it on but Kibum had stopped him with a hand to his chest. Jonghyun knew the small smile Kibum had been wearing meant no good and he couldn’t help but feel oh so right about that a few minutes later when the tip of Kibum’s marker dipped dangerously low, making him flinch. Kibum chuckled; he was enjoying this a little too much, the jerk.
They had some time to kill before heading back on stage and teasing, or in this case tormenting, Jonghyun was one of Kibum’s favourite pastimes. Jonghyun had spent the last few minutes willing his dick into submission because he absolutely refused to step on stage with a hard-on in his pants. Unfortunately, Kibum liked to play dirty on occasion and Jonghyun almost let out a growl when he felt Kibum’s fingers brush over his fly in a way that was decidedly not accidental.
Kibum suddenly drew back, tilting his head to the side to assess his doodle on Jonghyun’s stomach. Jonghyun didn’t think he imagined the way Kibum’s gaze dipped lower. He was so going to get back at him for this later.
“It’s missing something,” Kibum mused aloud.
His tongue peeked out from the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in, scrawling something along Jonghyun’s hip.
“Now that’s perfect.”
Kibum then slipped away to change into his next outfit as though nothing had happened, leaving a flustered Jonghyun behind. All things considered, Jonghyun didn’t think it was a good idea to stick around and watch him strip down so he turned away, finally slipping on his shirt and covering up Kibum’s drawing without a second thought.
Thankfully the concert was almost over and Jonghyun managed to forget about his little interlude as Kibum’s personal human canvas. He was briefly reminded of it when Kibum found him amongst the crowd of idols during the ending stage and threw his arms around him in what was supposedly a hug. Jonghyun made a point of keeping his hips as far away as possible, not completely trusting the playful glint that shone in Kibum’s eyes. Kibum was kind enough to go along with it, rocking them from side to side before drifting off to find his friends and wave at fans.
It wasn’t until much later that Jonghyun was finally able to see what it was that Kibum had drawn on him. He had retreated to the bathroom next to their dressing room to change in private, not willing to take any chances this time, although he should have known that it wouldn’t stop Kibum from finding him.
He was staring at himself in the mirror whilst clad in only his briefs, attempting to decipher the scribble near his hip when the doorknob rattled. With a sigh, he picked up his pants to pull them on, calling out, “Almost done!”
There was a soft sound on the other side of the door, followed by what Jonghyun distinctly recognized as Kibum’s voice. Jonghyun was left debating for a few seconds until the doorknob rattled again and he resigned himself to open the door, head peering out carefully.
Kibum stood in front of him, a small smile on his lips. His hair was tousled, his foundation was leaking along his jaw and his eye makeup was smokier than Jonghyun remembered it. He looked tired, exhausted even, but also content, an expression Jonghyun had seen on him many times after concerts. It never failed to have a warm feeling spread through his chest and this time was no exception. Jonghyun couldn’t help but smile back, opening the door wider to let him in.
Kibum ran a hand down his arm, smearing the black paint from one of his fake tattoos along with it. His eyes travelled across his chest before lowering briefly, lips twitching upon catching a glimpse of his own ridiculous drawing. The attention was making Jonghyun antsy; he nudged Kibum when it took him too long to speak up.
“The others are going out for the night,” Kibum spoke vaguely, although Jonghyun already had a good idea of what he meant by that judging by the dark look in his eyes. “Want to go back to the hotel?”
Really, it was unfair of him to ask anything of Jonghyun when he looked at him like that. Jonghyun’s willpower had already taken enough of a hit that night, he couldn’t be trusted to do the sensible thing anymore.
“Yes.”
Kibum looked pleased by his answer, stepping closer while his fingers trailed down to tug at Jonghyun’s belt loops. He granted Jonghyun a quick kiss, teeth catching slightly on his lower lip as he pulled back.
“Hurry up,” he said, turning away to leave again. “And don’t wash up,” he added with a smirk.
Jonghyun could only nod his head, hurrying to gather the rest of his clothes as soon as Kibum left. He desperately wanted to wash himself off, to rub away the body paint and oil from his skin but he heeded Kibum's words and simply threw on his shirt and jacket. He managed to slip past the crew members and idols who were still lingering backstage, making plans to meet up at a nearby bar to celebrate the end of the concert. Jonghyun made his way outside unnoticed, sneaking into one of the cars the hotel had arranged to shuttle the artists back from the venue.
Kibum wasted no time pulling him inside his hotel room the moment Jonghyun knocked on the door. Before Jonghyun could utter a single word, he found himself pressed up against it while Kibum proceeded to ravage his mouth, kissing him deep and filthy in a way that felt like sweet victory after a night of too much teasing. Jonghyun moaned into it, hands trailing down to Kibum’s ass to pull him in and really get things started.
“W-mmph,” Kibum mumbled, words muffled by Jonghyun’s tongue. “Wait.”
Confused, Jonghyun looked down to see Kibum reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He then knelt down in front of Jonghyun, and while Jonghyun very much liked where this was going this was not what he’d had in mind. Kibum lifted Jonghyun’s shirt and pointed the phone’s camera at his stomach, snapping a quick picture of his doodle and saving it to his phone with a chuckle.
“One of my finer artworks,” Kibum teased, “I wanted to document it before it got ruined.”
Jonghyun took the bait, slipping a hand into Kibum’s thick hair. “Ruined how?”
Kibum merely raised an eyebrow, sending Jonghyun a pointed look before licking a trail down from his navel and undoing his pants. Jonghyun shuddered, letting his head fall back against the door with a dull thud and fisting his hand into Kibum’s dark locks; payback was good.
***
Kibum awoke with a groan, stirring next to Jonghyun only to bury his face into the pillow to escape the bright glow of his phone’s screen.
“It’s too early for social media,” Kibum croaked. His voice was particularly hoarse that morning and Jonghyun liked to think it wasn’t only a product of yesterday’s concert, but also of the rather spectacular blowjob Kibum had given him afterwards.
“I’m just on twitter.”
“Addict,” Kibum accused into the pillow.
“I’m sharing your artwork with the world,” Jonghyun told him.
Kibum sat up at once, the pillow falling to the ground and the sheets pooling around his naked waist. He looked alarmed all of a sudden and it had Jonghyun frowning in worry.
“What’s-”
“Are you insane?” Kibum cut him off mid-sentence, throwing him a heated look-only it wasn’t the sexy kind. “Jonghyun, I drew an arrow pointing to your dick and captioned it ‘wow’!”
He grabbed for the phone, wrenching it out of Jonghyun’s grasp to peer at the screen, looking all the more distraught as he frantically combed his messy bed hair out of his face. Even like this, he was sort of stupidly beautiful in the morning and Jonghyun was caught up staring at him for a moment, distracted.
“Oh,” Jonghyun muttered thoughtfully, “so that’s what it was.” He had never figured out what Kibum had spelled out. He’d thought Kibum had only tried to draw that infamous The Scream painting, not a reaction (however appropriate) to his dick.
“Fuck, there’s already two hundred retweets. Oh my god what do we do,” Kibum whined, thumbs flying at high speed over the touchscreen, scrolling through the already numerous replies.
Jonghyun wrapped an arm around Kibum’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
“Well, it’s too late now.”
He felt Kibum hunch over at his words, leaning heavily against Jonghyun as he loosened his grip on the phone, letting it fall into his lap. He looked utterly defeated. Jonghyun tried to comfort him by giving his shoulders a squeeze and placed a kiss to his temple.
“Let the fans enjoy your art,” he said wisely. He was being strangely calm about it all, but then again it wasn’t the first time they let slip something they weren’t supposed to. And it wouldn’t be the last.
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A/N: Ahem.