Rock My World (Chapter 4)
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: R
Genre: Rock musical!AU, Romance & Drama
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: When Onew leaves the Korean production of RoA, Jonghyun is promoted to lead singer in his place and a new actor is also hired. Sparks fly, drama ensues - Rock & Roll.
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now
Give me something to sing about.
- Paramore, Crushcrushcrush
Prologue || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || Epilogue
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Recap: They had just had the hottest make out and hand job session Jonghyun had ever had - in a bathroom. What did someone say after that? Were they “together”? Should he ask Key out? Was it just a fling? Jonghyun didn’t want it to be just a fling.
Rock My World - Chapter 4
They also had a performance the next day, and it many ways it was the same, but also different. Different because Jonghyun didn’t have to imagine what Key was hiding underneath those tight vinyl pants, how he looked like with messy hair and smudged makeup or how his voice sounded when he moaned against Jonghyun’s skin.
What wasn’t different, though, was that Key was still a tease and Jonghyun was still all too eager to fall into his little mind games - which was why the blond was following the other to the familiar bathroom after their final curtain call like the hopeless puppy he was. Hopeless and undeniably eager as he all but ripped off Key’s clothes only to glue their mouths together again and stuff a hand down his boxers, greedily eating up his moans and mewls.
This had become their routine for an entire week - an entire week of meeting backstage to steal kisses and hand jobs, of mapping out each other’s bodies and of feeling the other’s solid presence beneath their hands and lips. Yet every night Jonghyun would fall onto his bed with that annoying feeling of dread weighing down on his chest. He wanted more than hot and rushed make outs - a real relationship, perhaps - but wasn’t sure if Kibum wanted that too and, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how to bring it up. Every time the other approached him with that sultry look in his black-lined eyes, Jonghyun could do nothing but surrender.
The thought tortured him all week long; by the end of it, he just wanted answers.
So he did the stupidest thing he could think of and grabbed his phone after having stared at it for the past half hour and dialled Key’s number even though it was almost one in the morning.
“Hello?” a scratchy voice answered. Had he woken him up?
“Key? It’s me - I...” Jonghyun’s mind suddenly went completely blank and he cursed himself for calling the other on a whim, unprepared and foolish.
“If you’re going to ask me out, make it quick ‘cause I need to sleep.”
Jonghyun went silent for a few seconds, his brain a bit slow to process the other’s sentence.
“Lunch, tomorrow?” he spoke, sticking to those two words because articulating anything more required too much coherency, which he didn’t exactly have.
“Where?”
“Hmm, the sushi place next to the theatre? At two?”
“See you there,” was all the sleepy voice said before hanging up, leaving Jonghyun to stare at his phone for another half hour.
He had a date.
***
Jonghyun was nervous. He had never spent so much time standing in front of his closet, trying on clothes and running to the bathroom to check himself in front of the mirror only to run back to his bedroom, discard his shirt and try another. It was ridiculous because they had seen each other almost completely naked already (almost, because those army style boots just took too much time to unlace) and because it was just Kibum.
Kibum.
Jonghyun’s head was spinning just thinking about him. Had the past week even been real? Most likely, considering his back and chest were covered in red marks, courtesy of the boy’s sharp nails. He had genuinely thought that he would get used to Key, used to this constant sensuality he emitted, used to his taste and touch but he didn’t. He was only left wanting, craving more and Jonghyun wondered if it would ever stop. One look from Key was all it took to have him undone.
***
“You’re late,” was what Kibum greeted Jonghyun with when the elder entered the small sushi bar, but the boy’s bright smile betrayed any annoyance.
“The bus driver was slow,” the elder replied, earning a snort from the other.
“I was looking at the menu,” Key changed the subject, a bit uneasy all of a sudden. “It’s expensive.”
“It’s sushi,” Jonghyun replied, explanation enough. “But don’t worry, it’s my treat.”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.” Kibum looked sincere.
Jonghyun leaned in to kiss him but the younger boy pulled away at the last second, a smirk on his lips as he watched the elder’s straighten himself up again rather clumsily.
“You know I’m going to demand compensation,” the blond stated cockily, raising an eyebrow as he dared to place a hand on the other’s thigh - a small revenge that didn’t feel vengeful to neither of them.
“I know.”
Kibum took the elder’s hand in his own, linking their fingers and staying like that for most of their date.
Kibum had eventually noticed the desperate state Jonghyun’s nails were in - the paint was half-chipped off, uneven and “plain ugly” as the young boy had said himself - and had insisted on stopping by a pharmacy to buy nail polish remover. Needless to say the cashier looked at them weirdly, especially when Jonghyun had slung an arm around Key’s waist just for the heck of it. He thought about kissing him, too, but decided against it since he didn’t want the cashier to pass out.
When they arrived at Jonghyun’s apartment, Roo was almost as happy if not happier to see Kibum than to see her master. They settled around the kitchen table and Key helped Jonghyun clean and re-paint his nails. His pink tongue stuck out to the side of his mouth while he was applying the glossy polish and Jonghyun wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him full on the lips but forced himself still for one too many times that afternoon, knowing that the younger boy would only scold him for moving.
“Wow, this is so gay,” Jonghyun said because he had only just realized that he was having another man paint his nails.
“Yeah, because you aren’t,” Kibum replied easily, playful sarcasm in his words. He shot the elder a quick glance from beneath his crooked bangs before returning to his work.
“Have you ever dated a boy?” Jonghyun asked at once. The question had been bothering him ever since he had met the black-haired beauty.
Kibum just shook his head “no”, tongue unmoving from its spot between his teeth as he frowned in concentration.
“Are you a virgin?”
The question took the younger boy by surprise: Jonghyun could be very blunt, sometimes, but he had never been this blunt. The blond genuinely wanted to know and was having a hard time reading Key’s stillness. It took a while before he got an answer.
“No... and yes. I’m new to... guys,” the younger explained slowly, and the uncharacteristic shyness in his tone was endearing and, strangely, made Jonghyun want to hug him and never let go.
So the almightily sexy Key had experience with girls... Jonghyun didn’t know what to make of this. Should it worry him? Make him feel special? Relieve him? What he did know, though, was that he was jealous and wasn’t quite ready to admit it out loud. He quickly pushed the thought out of his head.
“Same here,” Jonghyun said, a wide grin appearing on his face even though the other wasn’t looking. “I’ve dated a couple of girls, but it was never anything serious. I guess I know why it never worked out, now.”
Kibum chuckled lowly, eyes never leaving Jonghyun’s hand.
“I’m glad I met you,” Jonghyun admitted. He was slightly puzzled when Key rolled his eyes at him from underneath his dark fringe.
“Cheesy,” was all the younger said, but Jonghyun couldn’t respond to that because he was right. Jonghyun was a closet romantic, amongst other things.
Key screwed the tiny bottle’s cap back on and blew onto Jonghyun freshly painted nails.
“There, all done.”
The elder raised his hands to his face to admire the other boy’s precise and even work.
“Nice,” he praised and Key smiled smugly, always one to take compliments. “How long do I have to wait now?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Really? I thought it was five.”
“And that’s why you screwed up last time.”
Jonghyun nodded to himself in defeat and couldn’t help but follow Kibum’s figure with his eyes as the younger got to his feet to throw away the used tissues. Why were his pants always so tight?
Jonghyun must have been staring dumbly at his ass again, because when Key returned it was with a knowing smirk. He swung his hips a little more than necessary before grabbing the blond’s forearm and dragging him over to the leather couch. If Jonghyun hadn’t been the owner of the apartment, he would have sworn Kibum lived there because the boy looked so at ease.
Watching Jonghyun fiddle with the television’s remote while trying to keep his nails intact was highly amusing to Kibum, who failed to hold back his laughter and earned himself a glare from the elder. Watching Jonghyun attempt to glare at him with those big round eyes of his was even more amusing however, making Kibum laugh all that louder. Jonghyun made a show out of pouting and turned his attention to the now open television, making to cross his arms over his chest but stopping himself at the last second as he remembered the wet paint on his nails.
He tried focusing on the show that was playing, he really tried, but it was really difficult to do so when Kibum’s stealthy hand started sliding up his thigh teasingly, fingers scratching along the fabric of his jeans. Jonghyun then made the mistake of turning his head to look at the boy - what he saw made him forget all about the show that was currently airing in favour of staring at Key, who had not only shifted much closer but who had also raised a hand to his chest. The look in his cat-like eyes was piercing, lustful and Jonghyun knew at once he was screwed. When the hand started to push him to the side and down onto the plush armrest, the blond put up some resistance but it was all in vain because next, Kibum climbed over him and pressed him down with his entire weight. The younger boy kissed him slowly as his hands curled into his shirt and his hips swayed to press closer to the elder’s. He suddenly bit at Jonghyun’s plump lower lip and the blond was having a hard time remembering to breathe - still, he somehow managed to remember about his wet nails and as hard as it was, he forced himself to keep his hands glued to the black leather of the couch.
Key was obviously enjoying the fact that Jonghyun lay helpless beneath him and was taking much pleasure in pushing his hips against the elder’s for a brief second before pulling away again. Such a tease - the small whines that came out of Jonghyun’s throat made Roo tilt her head to the side and whine back like the puzzled puppy she was.
It was one thing to have a horny Kibum on top of you, grinding you into the couch but it was another thing entirely to have a horny Kibum on top of you and to not be able to lay a hand on him.
Jonghyun did his best and managed to keep his hands to himself - which he was rather proud of - and returned Kibum’s kisses as much as he could. He could feel the boy smirk against his lips when he felt his hips’ pressure disappear yet again and growled, biting the other’s tongue swiftly to let him know just how much he wanted it back. Key only smirked some more, carrying on with his little game but after what seemed like one hip thrust too many, Jonghyun couldn’t take it anymore.
“How long?” he asked, words muffled by Kibum’s eager tongue.
“Hmm?”
“How long has it been?” Jonghyun repeated, waving his hands on the couch as an explanation.
“Don’t know,” the younger said before moving to the blond’s square jaw, placing kisses and teasing licks along the skin there. “Ten minutes?”
Jonghyun promptly latched his hands to Kibum’s sides, pushing him upwards only to let his hands slide over the curve of his bum and grab at the back of his thighs. The elder found the other’s lips again and with a groan, lifted himself and Kibum off of the couch. The taller boy got the hint and wrapped his long legs around Jonghyun’s waist, holding onto his shoulders as he tilted his head to deepen their kiss that had grown desperate. Not without great effort, the blond carried Key all the way to his bedroom, making sure to close the door behind them so that a certain puppy wouldn’t be interrupting them. He unceremoniously threw the gorgeous boy onto his small bed, but at the last second, Key grabbed a fistful of his shirt, making him crash down on top of him.
Getting out of those impossibly tight skinny jeans was a challenge, but it was soon a thing of the past and Jonghyun’s black-lacquered nails were free to slide down Kibum’s thighs, to dig into his round ass and to fist in his gorgeous hair. It wasn’t long before moans could be heard throughout the apartment as the elder made use of his mouth in ways he had never tried before. Feeling Key tremble beneath his hands every time he would draw out a long hard suck or curl his tongue was beyond anything the elder had ever experienced and he could only go down on the younger all the more eagerly when the boy’s hands started tugging at his blond hair. Kibum suddenly shuddered from head to toe and stilled after letting out a breathless, loud groan. Jonghyun could only smile as he kissed his way back up the other’s lithe body to find those addicting lips again.
“Gross,” Key complained around the elder’s wet tongue as he pushed his chest away, but the small smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth gave him away.
“You like it.”
How he had managed to be cocky at a time like this escaped Jonghyun, but he was glad for it because Key then smirked and flipped them over.
***
The following two weeks went by in another blur of colours, sounds, sweat and skin. The cast was kept extra busy by the director who insisted on keeping up with rehearsals even though the new and improved show had been well-received, because according to him “practice made perfect”. It was also a good chance for the understudies to learn their other roles as well and this proved to be all the more true when Jino couldn’t make it to the performance one night and Kibum had to fill in for him.
Jonghyun couldn’t complain: it meant he got to share his dressing room with him for the evening.
But before the lead could get too excited, a stylist walked into the small lounge to help Key with the unfamiliar makeup. She was genuinely surprised to find that the bottle of foundation was already half empty, despite having refilled it herself the previous week. She was going to ask Jonghyun about it because decidedly he ought to know how to apply it by now, but everything became clear to her as she spotted the large bruises on the boy’s neck.
“Jonghyun?”
“Yes?”
“Can’t you ask whoever’s ravaging your neck to lay off a bit? It’s wasting a lot of makeup, here.”
Kibum turned his head sideways to look at the blond in the chair beside him, very much amused by the turn of the conversation. Jonghyun felt his eyes on him and gave his brightest, biggest grin to the older woman.
“I have needs,” he said, and the other boy was having a hard time hiding his coy smile.
“Oh, we all do darling,” the woman spoke almost condescendingly. “But I’m sure the person can, I don’t know, bite your cute ass instead.”
Jonghyun blushed and Key laughed. Loud.
Key was understandably nervous but it helped a bit when Jonghyun rubbed his shoulders, tracing soothing circles with his thumbs. Before he knew it, he was being ushered onto stage and delivering Jino’s character’s lines as though they were his own. Jonghyun had to admit he felt rather proud and from what he could tell, the director and producers were pleased with the younger’s strong performance. The blond chuckled to himself as he waited for his cue to go and join Key on the stage, thinking that no one could give a show quite like Kim Keybum could.
The black-haired boy had a wide smile when the other actors congratulated him backstage after the final act ended and Jonghyun had to wait patiently in line for his turn while everyone else praised him. When he finally got to the boy, he hugged his small waist to his and placed his head on his shoulder, whispering a “You did great, babe” to his ear and Key almost purred at the affectionate nickname. He hugged him back and Jonghyun couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so utterly and genuinely happy.
When Jessica burst into their dressing room a few minutes later to announce that the cast was planning on going for noreabang, Jonghyun thanked all the spirits and gods that Kibum and he had only been innocently wiping off their makeup and, say, not licking it off of each other.
The half-blond looked at the younger expectantly but patiently.
“I don’t know... it’s late already,” he said and glanced towards Jonghyun out of habit, but when he saw the other’s big round eyes and jutting lips he changed his mind. “Oh alright.”
Soon, it seemed like the entire cast had gathered in the small bar a few blocks away from the theatre and Jonghyun noticed that one of their youngest back up dancers was also there, already seated on a stool. He leaned in towards Key, breath hot on his neck.
“Is he even legal?” the elder spoke and his lips brushed against the other’s piercings. Kibum’s eyes followed Jonghyun’s pointed finger and laughed when he spotted the young dancer who didn’t look a day over sixteen.
“Probably not. Should we keep an eye on him?”
Jonghyun withdrew his head to roll his eyes with a breathy laugh and grabbed Key’s hand to drag him to two empty seats. The blond was being very open and touchy-feely and Kibum was starting to grow wary. Sure, skinship between two males wasn’t condemned - it was rather common, actually - in Korea but he was afraid his elder was perhaps being a little too careless.
“Do you want a drink?” Jonghyun asked.
“No, thanks,” Key shrugged the other’s offer off, but suddenly had a sly look in his eyes. “Not trying to get me drunk, are you?”
“No,” Jonghyun spoke, not without a chuckle. “I don’t drink either.”
Before the lead could place another word, Key was being dragged out of his seat by their cast mates and pushed towards the small platform. He glanced back at Jonghyun and shot him a fiery glare when the blond only stuck his tongue out, leaning back with every intention of enjoying the view. To say he was surprised when Kibum picked a girl group song was an understatement - he had to constantly remind himself to close his mouth because his jaw kept dropping open. Not only did Key know he words by heart, but he also knew the dance by heart and by the time he had finished his third song in a row, the entire room was cheering for him because, truly, he danced the routines better than the idols did. The fact that he was wearing those ripped skinny jeans Jonghyun liked so much was helping, too.
By the time the crowd let Kibum return to his seat next to Jonghyun, the boy was exhausted and didn’t think twice about it before letting his heavy head fall onto the shorter boy’s shoulder.
“You never told me you were the dancing queen of girl group songs,” Jonghyun teased.
“It’s not my fault if their songs are so catchy,” the tired boy explained.
“Should I walk you home?” The elder was a bit weary of sending a sleepy Kibum home alone on a bus in the middle of the night.
“No. I’ll be fine.”
Jonghyun was a bit taken aback by the blunt response.
“You’re practically sleep-talking, Key,” the blond reasoned. “Come on, let’s go.”
“No-” Kibum grabbed his wrist when he tried to get up only to pull him back into his seat. “I’ll be fine, really,” the boy insisted.
Jonghyun eyed him for a while, trying to figure out if he should trust the other or not. He eventually exhaled slowly - it was useless to argue with Key, anyway.
“Fine, but text me when you get home.”
Jonghyun almost kissed the boy goodbye but thankfully he remembered at the last second that they were in fact in a crowded place, full of people they knew and worked with. Key waved as he left and as much as Jonghyun tried to lay back and enjoy the music, he couldn’t because he didn’t see the point in staying now that his co-star had left. Half an hour later, he was in his own apartment, petting a sleeping Roo with his cell phone in front of him, waiting for it to ring.
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A/N: Hooray for Hello Baby quotes! Props to whoever spotted Taemin and Key Umma in this chapter. :D
Here's a highly relevant vid I found: link. WHY SO SEXY T.T
Thanks for reading!
Rating: R
Genre: Rock musical!AU, Romance & Drama
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: When Onew leaves the Korean production of RoA, Jonghyun is promoted to lead singer in his place and a new actor is also hired. Sparks fly, drama ensues - Rock & Roll.
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now
Give me something to sing about.
- Paramore, Crushcrushcrush
Prologue || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || Epilogue
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Recap: They had just had the hottest make out and hand job session Jonghyun had ever had - in a bathroom. What did someone say after that? Were they “together”? Should he ask Key out? Was it just a fling? Jonghyun didn’t want it to be just a fling.
Rock My World - Chapter 4
They also had a performance the next day, and it many ways it was the same, but also different. Different because Jonghyun didn’t have to imagine what Key was hiding underneath those tight vinyl pants, how he looked like with messy hair and smudged makeup or how his voice sounded when he moaned against Jonghyun’s skin.
What wasn’t different, though, was that Key was still a tease and Jonghyun was still all too eager to fall into his little mind games - which was why the blond was following the other to the familiar bathroom after their final curtain call like the hopeless puppy he was. Hopeless and undeniably eager as he all but ripped off Key’s clothes only to glue their mouths together again and stuff a hand down his boxers, greedily eating up his moans and mewls.
This had become their routine for an entire week - an entire week of meeting backstage to steal kisses and hand jobs, of mapping out each other’s bodies and of feeling the other’s solid presence beneath their hands and lips. Yet every night Jonghyun would fall onto his bed with that annoying feeling of dread weighing down on his chest. He wanted more than hot and rushed make outs - a real relationship, perhaps - but wasn’t sure if Kibum wanted that too and, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how to bring it up. Every time the other approached him with that sultry look in his black-lined eyes, Jonghyun could do nothing but surrender.
The thought tortured him all week long; by the end of it, he just wanted answers.
So he did the stupidest thing he could think of and grabbed his phone after having stared at it for the past half hour and dialled Key’s number even though it was almost one in the morning.
“Hello?” a scratchy voice answered. Had he woken him up?
“Key? It’s me - I...” Jonghyun’s mind suddenly went completely blank and he cursed himself for calling the other on a whim, unprepared and foolish.
“If you’re going to ask me out, make it quick ‘cause I need to sleep.”
Jonghyun went silent for a few seconds, his brain a bit slow to process the other’s sentence.
“Lunch, tomorrow?” he spoke, sticking to those two words because articulating anything more required too much coherency, which he didn’t exactly have.
“Where?”
“Hmm, the sushi place next to the theatre? At two?”
“See you there,” was all the sleepy voice said before hanging up, leaving Jonghyun to stare at his phone for another half hour.
He had a date.
***
Jonghyun was nervous. He had never spent so much time standing in front of his closet, trying on clothes and running to the bathroom to check himself in front of the mirror only to run back to his bedroom, discard his shirt and try another. It was ridiculous because they had seen each other almost completely naked already (almost, because those army style boots just took too much time to unlace) and because it was just Kibum.
Kibum.
Jonghyun’s head was spinning just thinking about him. Had the past week even been real? Most likely, considering his back and chest were covered in red marks, courtesy of the boy’s sharp nails. He had genuinely thought that he would get used to Key, used to this constant sensuality he emitted, used to his taste and touch but he didn’t. He was only left wanting, craving more and Jonghyun wondered if it would ever stop. One look from Key was all it took to have him undone.
***
“You’re late,” was what Kibum greeted Jonghyun with when the elder entered the small sushi bar, but the boy’s bright smile betrayed any annoyance.
“The bus driver was slow,” the elder replied, earning a snort from the other.
“I was looking at the menu,” Key changed the subject, a bit uneasy all of a sudden. “It’s expensive.”
“It’s sushi,” Jonghyun replied, explanation enough. “But don’t worry, it’s my treat.”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.” Kibum looked sincere.
Jonghyun leaned in to kiss him but the younger boy pulled away at the last second, a smirk on his lips as he watched the elder’s straighten himself up again rather clumsily.
“You know I’m going to demand compensation,” the blond stated cockily, raising an eyebrow as he dared to place a hand on the other’s thigh - a small revenge that didn’t feel vengeful to neither of them.
“I know.”
Kibum took the elder’s hand in his own, linking their fingers and staying like that for most of their date.
Kibum had eventually noticed the desperate state Jonghyun’s nails were in - the paint was half-chipped off, uneven and “plain ugly” as the young boy had said himself - and had insisted on stopping by a pharmacy to buy nail polish remover. Needless to say the cashier looked at them weirdly, especially when Jonghyun had slung an arm around Key’s waist just for the heck of it. He thought about kissing him, too, but decided against it since he didn’t want the cashier to pass out.
When they arrived at Jonghyun’s apartment, Roo was almost as happy if not happier to see Kibum than to see her master. They settled around the kitchen table and Key helped Jonghyun clean and re-paint his nails. His pink tongue stuck out to the side of his mouth while he was applying the glossy polish and Jonghyun wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him full on the lips but forced himself still for one too many times that afternoon, knowing that the younger boy would only scold him for moving.
“Wow, this is so gay,” Jonghyun said because he had only just realized that he was having another man paint his nails.
“Yeah, because you aren’t,” Kibum replied easily, playful sarcasm in his words. He shot the elder a quick glance from beneath his crooked bangs before returning to his work.
“Have you ever dated a boy?” Jonghyun asked at once. The question had been bothering him ever since he had met the black-haired beauty.
Kibum just shook his head “no”, tongue unmoving from its spot between his teeth as he frowned in concentration.
“Are you a virgin?”
The question took the younger boy by surprise: Jonghyun could be very blunt, sometimes, but he had never been this blunt. The blond genuinely wanted to know and was having a hard time reading Key’s stillness. It took a while before he got an answer.
“No... and yes. I’m new to... guys,” the younger explained slowly, and the uncharacteristic shyness in his tone was endearing and, strangely, made Jonghyun want to hug him and never let go.
So the almightily sexy Key had experience with girls... Jonghyun didn’t know what to make of this. Should it worry him? Make him feel special? Relieve him? What he did know, though, was that he was jealous and wasn’t quite ready to admit it out loud. He quickly pushed the thought out of his head.
“Same here,” Jonghyun said, a wide grin appearing on his face even though the other wasn’t looking. “I’ve dated a couple of girls, but it was never anything serious. I guess I know why it never worked out, now.”
Kibum chuckled lowly, eyes never leaving Jonghyun’s hand.
“I’m glad I met you,” Jonghyun admitted. He was slightly puzzled when Key rolled his eyes at him from underneath his dark fringe.
“Cheesy,” was all the younger said, but Jonghyun couldn’t respond to that because he was right. Jonghyun was a closet romantic, amongst other things.
Key screwed the tiny bottle’s cap back on and blew onto Jonghyun freshly painted nails.
“There, all done.”
The elder raised his hands to his face to admire the other boy’s precise and even work.
“Nice,” he praised and Key smiled smugly, always one to take compliments. “How long do I have to wait now?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Really? I thought it was five.”
“And that’s why you screwed up last time.”
Jonghyun nodded to himself in defeat and couldn’t help but follow Kibum’s figure with his eyes as the younger got to his feet to throw away the used tissues. Why were his pants always so tight?
Jonghyun must have been staring dumbly at his ass again, because when Key returned it was with a knowing smirk. He swung his hips a little more than necessary before grabbing the blond’s forearm and dragging him over to the leather couch. If Jonghyun hadn’t been the owner of the apartment, he would have sworn Kibum lived there because the boy looked so at ease.
Watching Jonghyun fiddle with the television’s remote while trying to keep his nails intact was highly amusing to Kibum, who failed to hold back his laughter and earned himself a glare from the elder. Watching Jonghyun attempt to glare at him with those big round eyes of his was even more amusing however, making Kibum laugh all that louder. Jonghyun made a show out of pouting and turned his attention to the now open television, making to cross his arms over his chest but stopping himself at the last second as he remembered the wet paint on his nails.
He tried focusing on the show that was playing, he really tried, but it was really difficult to do so when Kibum’s stealthy hand started sliding up his thigh teasingly, fingers scratching along the fabric of his jeans. Jonghyun then made the mistake of turning his head to look at the boy - what he saw made him forget all about the show that was currently airing in favour of staring at Key, who had not only shifted much closer but who had also raised a hand to his chest. The look in his cat-like eyes was piercing, lustful and Jonghyun knew at once he was screwed. When the hand started to push him to the side and down onto the plush armrest, the blond put up some resistance but it was all in vain because next, Kibum climbed over him and pressed him down with his entire weight. The younger boy kissed him slowly as his hands curled into his shirt and his hips swayed to press closer to the elder’s. He suddenly bit at Jonghyun’s plump lower lip and the blond was having a hard time remembering to breathe - still, he somehow managed to remember about his wet nails and as hard as it was, he forced himself to keep his hands glued to the black leather of the couch.
Key was obviously enjoying the fact that Jonghyun lay helpless beneath him and was taking much pleasure in pushing his hips against the elder’s for a brief second before pulling away again. Such a tease - the small whines that came out of Jonghyun’s throat made Roo tilt her head to the side and whine back like the puzzled puppy she was.
It was one thing to have a horny Kibum on top of you, grinding you into the couch but it was another thing entirely to have a horny Kibum on top of you and to not be able to lay a hand on him.
Jonghyun did his best and managed to keep his hands to himself - which he was rather proud of - and returned Kibum’s kisses as much as he could. He could feel the boy smirk against his lips when he felt his hips’ pressure disappear yet again and growled, biting the other’s tongue swiftly to let him know just how much he wanted it back. Key only smirked some more, carrying on with his little game but after what seemed like one hip thrust too many, Jonghyun couldn’t take it anymore.
“How long?” he asked, words muffled by Kibum’s eager tongue.
“Hmm?”
“How long has it been?” Jonghyun repeated, waving his hands on the couch as an explanation.
“Don’t know,” the younger said before moving to the blond’s square jaw, placing kisses and teasing licks along the skin there. “Ten minutes?”
Jonghyun promptly latched his hands to Kibum’s sides, pushing him upwards only to let his hands slide over the curve of his bum and grab at the back of his thighs. The elder found the other’s lips again and with a groan, lifted himself and Kibum off of the couch. The taller boy got the hint and wrapped his long legs around Jonghyun’s waist, holding onto his shoulders as he tilted his head to deepen their kiss that had grown desperate. Not without great effort, the blond carried Key all the way to his bedroom, making sure to close the door behind them so that a certain puppy wouldn’t be interrupting them. He unceremoniously threw the gorgeous boy onto his small bed, but at the last second, Key grabbed a fistful of his shirt, making him crash down on top of him.
Getting out of those impossibly tight skinny jeans was a challenge, but it was soon a thing of the past and Jonghyun’s black-lacquered nails were free to slide down Kibum’s thighs, to dig into his round ass and to fist in his gorgeous hair. It wasn’t long before moans could be heard throughout the apartment as the elder made use of his mouth in ways he had never tried before. Feeling Key tremble beneath his hands every time he would draw out a long hard suck or curl his tongue was beyond anything the elder had ever experienced and he could only go down on the younger all the more eagerly when the boy’s hands started tugging at his blond hair. Kibum suddenly shuddered from head to toe and stilled after letting out a breathless, loud groan. Jonghyun could only smile as he kissed his way back up the other’s lithe body to find those addicting lips again.
“Gross,” Key complained around the elder’s wet tongue as he pushed his chest away, but the small smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth gave him away.
“You like it.”
How he had managed to be cocky at a time like this escaped Jonghyun, but he was glad for it because Key then smirked and flipped them over.
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The following two weeks went by in another blur of colours, sounds, sweat and skin. The cast was kept extra busy by the director who insisted on keeping up with rehearsals even though the new and improved show had been well-received, because according to him “practice made perfect”. It was also a good chance for the understudies to learn their other roles as well and this proved to be all the more true when Jino couldn’t make it to the performance one night and Kibum had to fill in for him.
Jonghyun couldn’t complain: it meant he got to share his dressing room with him for the evening.
But before the lead could get too excited, a stylist walked into the small lounge to help Key with the unfamiliar makeup. She was genuinely surprised to find that the bottle of foundation was already half empty, despite having refilled it herself the previous week. She was going to ask Jonghyun about it because decidedly he ought to know how to apply it by now, but everything became clear to her as she spotted the large bruises on the boy’s neck.
“Jonghyun?”
“Yes?”
“Can’t you ask whoever’s ravaging your neck to lay off a bit? It’s wasting a lot of makeup, here.”
Kibum turned his head sideways to look at the blond in the chair beside him, very much amused by the turn of the conversation. Jonghyun felt his eyes on him and gave his brightest, biggest grin to the older woman.
“I have needs,” he said, and the other boy was having a hard time hiding his coy smile.
“Oh, we all do darling,” the woman spoke almost condescendingly. “But I’m sure the person can, I don’t know, bite your cute ass instead.”
Jonghyun blushed and Key laughed. Loud.
Key was understandably nervous but it helped a bit when Jonghyun rubbed his shoulders, tracing soothing circles with his thumbs. Before he knew it, he was being ushered onto stage and delivering Jino’s character’s lines as though they were his own. Jonghyun had to admit he felt rather proud and from what he could tell, the director and producers were pleased with the younger’s strong performance. The blond chuckled to himself as he waited for his cue to go and join Key on the stage, thinking that no one could give a show quite like Kim Keybum could.
The black-haired boy had a wide smile when the other actors congratulated him backstage after the final act ended and Jonghyun had to wait patiently in line for his turn while everyone else praised him. When he finally got to the boy, he hugged his small waist to his and placed his head on his shoulder, whispering a “You did great, babe” to his ear and Key almost purred at the affectionate nickname. He hugged him back and Jonghyun couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so utterly and genuinely happy.
When Jessica burst into their dressing room a few minutes later to announce that the cast was planning on going for noreabang, Jonghyun thanked all the spirits and gods that Kibum and he had only been innocently wiping off their makeup and, say, not licking it off of each other.
The half-blond looked at the younger expectantly but patiently.
“I don’t know... it’s late already,” he said and glanced towards Jonghyun out of habit, but when he saw the other’s big round eyes and jutting lips he changed his mind. “Oh alright.”
Soon, it seemed like the entire cast had gathered in the small bar a few blocks away from the theatre and Jonghyun noticed that one of their youngest back up dancers was also there, already seated on a stool. He leaned in towards Key, breath hot on his neck.
“Is he even legal?” the elder spoke and his lips brushed against the other’s piercings. Kibum’s eyes followed Jonghyun’s pointed finger and laughed when he spotted the young dancer who didn’t look a day over sixteen.
“Probably not. Should we keep an eye on him?”
Jonghyun withdrew his head to roll his eyes with a breathy laugh and grabbed Key’s hand to drag him to two empty seats. The blond was being very open and touchy-feely and Kibum was starting to grow wary. Sure, skinship between two males wasn’t condemned - it was rather common, actually - in Korea but he was afraid his elder was perhaps being a little too careless.
“Do you want a drink?” Jonghyun asked.
“No, thanks,” Key shrugged the other’s offer off, but suddenly had a sly look in his eyes. “Not trying to get me drunk, are you?”
“No,” Jonghyun spoke, not without a chuckle. “I don’t drink either.”
Before the lead could place another word, Key was being dragged out of his seat by their cast mates and pushed towards the small platform. He glanced back at Jonghyun and shot him a fiery glare when the blond only stuck his tongue out, leaning back with every intention of enjoying the view. To say he was surprised when Kibum picked a girl group song was an understatement - he had to constantly remind himself to close his mouth because his jaw kept dropping open. Not only did Key know he words by heart, but he also knew the dance by heart and by the time he had finished his third song in a row, the entire room was cheering for him because, truly, he danced the routines better than the idols did. The fact that he was wearing those ripped skinny jeans Jonghyun liked so much was helping, too.
By the time the crowd let Kibum return to his seat next to Jonghyun, the boy was exhausted and didn’t think twice about it before letting his heavy head fall onto the shorter boy’s shoulder.
“You never told me you were the dancing queen of girl group songs,” Jonghyun teased.
“It’s not my fault if their songs are so catchy,” the tired boy explained.
“Should I walk you home?” The elder was a bit weary of sending a sleepy Kibum home alone on a bus in the middle of the night.
“No. I’ll be fine.”
Jonghyun was a bit taken aback by the blunt response.
“You’re practically sleep-talking, Key,” the blond reasoned. “Come on, let’s go.”
“No-” Kibum grabbed his wrist when he tried to get up only to pull him back into his seat. “I’ll be fine, really,” the boy insisted.
Jonghyun eyed him for a while, trying to figure out if he should trust the other or not. He eventually exhaled slowly - it was useless to argue with Key, anyway.
“Fine, but text me when you get home.”
Jonghyun almost kissed the boy goodbye but thankfully he remembered at the last second that they were in fact in a crowded place, full of people they knew and worked with. Key waved as he left and as much as Jonghyun tried to lay back and enjoy the music, he couldn’t because he didn’t see the point in staying now that his co-star had left. Half an hour later, he was in his own apartment, petting a sleeping Roo with his cell phone in front of him, waiting for it to ring.
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A/N: Hooray for Hello Baby quotes! Props to whoever spotted Taemin and Key Umma in this chapter. :D
Here's a highly relevant vid I found: link. WHY SO SEXY T.T
Thanks for reading!