Perfect Chance {Chapter 4}
Title: Perfect Chance
Pairings: Jongkey, tentative!Ontae
Rating: NC-17 (consists of sexual scenes)
Genre: AU, Romance
Disclaimer: Owns only story.
Word Count: 3764
Summary: Kibum thought that being helpful brings good karma. Had he known that helping a friend fill in his job as a waiter at a burger joint would result in Kim Jonghyun accusing his best friend of art theft, he would have definitely stayed in bed.
Kim Kibum was the sexiest lead that Jonghyun ever had to get close to. Yes, getting close to Kibum to dig out information about his best friend's crime was definitely no hardship for him. But Kibum doesn't feel the same way. And when Jonghyun demands to pose as his boyfriend to find out the real art thief if it wasn't his best friend like he claimed, things start to get complicated.
OR Alt Summary: Seoul's top CID meets sexy-as-hell lead. Drama ensues.
A/N: I finished this one first so i updated (:
Usual spots for pandragonriyong, kimchistarr, a_life_defiant, cristine1001, 0nesummersday, kimkeysbum, jongkeyisreal!!
Chapter 4:
Kibum pluck a white hair on his head sticking out at the wrong place as he stared at himself in the mirror. He did not know how to face Jonghyun, especially after breaking down like a kid in front of him a few days ago. He had managed to avoid Jonghyun for the past few days, which mostly consisted of him not going to the shop at all. He remembered how strong Jonghyun’s arms felt around him, how nice Jonghyun smelled like when he buried his nose into the crook of his neck, how safe he felt when he was in Jonghyun’s arms. He shook his head, clearing any thoughts about the cop. He was about to step into the bathroom when the doorbell shrieked, and he grabbed a towel from the rack and secured it around his hips before he headed to the door. Well, shit.
Jonghyun gave Kibum the once over, mouth unconsciously forming an ‘O’, while Kibum leaned against the door frame, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. He wanted to cover his chest, especially his nipples, after how Jonghyun wouldn’t let his gaze carry on further up after catching sight of the two pink dots. But all he did was click his tongue, and that caught Jonghyun’s attention.
“Well why the hell are you here? Today’s the off day for the shop.”
“Uh huh tell me something I don’t know. I just wanted to tell you to get ready.”
“For nuts.”
“No honey, for the great big party we are going to.”
“Since when were we even going to a party?”
“Since Jinki told me Taemin’s going.”
“What?”
“My goodness why is your brain so slow? Look, we are going to a party,” Jonghyun waved his hand between the two of them. “which your Tae Tae is going. And Jinki is obviously bringing him there, and we believe that the guy who organised this party is in cahoots with Taemin, so we are going to check this out.”
Kibum totally forgot about the fact that he was practically naked standing at his front door, talking to a smexy detective, until Jonghyun whistled and mumbled a “we only have an hour to go.” He looked to his wall clock, cursed, and sprinted off to the bathroom, leaving Jonghyun smirking and inviting himself into the house.
~//~
As Kibum stepped out of the car, he was totally in awe. The three storey mansion in front of him was a hell of a house, full with well-disciplined butlers, and air-conditioned lifts.
“Why the hell do you need air conditioning in lifts? Don’t you just take like 10 seconds to reach the 3rd storey?” Kibum spat out as he followed Jonghyun towards the mansion, on the red carpet. Red carpet. What’s next? Photography booth and press conference?
“To look good. The Jungs have gold taps in their toilets and diamond studded toilet paper holder.”
Wow, that sounds so high end. Kibum rolled his eyes and fell into step with Jonghyun, until the other stopped and raised his arm, urging Kibum to link his hand through his own. Kibum opened his mouth to argue, but saw the other smile patiently and sighed before complying. As they entered the front door, they were greeted by a row of 5 butlers at each side of the door, and then they were inside the house, surroundings buzzing with heavy beats of horrendous techno music, and Kibum felt a headache coming up. If they could afford to have a gaggle of butlers and maids, why can’t they pay for better music? Jonghyun dragged both of them to the bar, where two Gin and tonics were pushed towards them.
“Hey there’s someone there who might help me with the investigation. You wanna come?”
Kibum waved his hand and dismissed the other. “Go ahead, I’ll nurse my migraine here.”
“With alcohol?”
“Just fuck off.”
And Jonghyun chuckled, before turning away and walking towards the crowd. Kibum didn’t know how long it had been, but it was after 5 totally irritating and mindfucking songs that he felt someone slip into the seat next to him. He raised his head from the table and opened an eye to see Taemin look at him with an amused expression.
“What?” Kibum didn’t care if he sounded rude, hell he just wanted out of this party.
“Better put a leash on your boyfriend. Don’t let him wander about, hyung.” Taemin stared hard at his friend before jutting a thumb in the general direction of the crowd.
Kibum felt something boiling deep down his chest as he scanned the crowd and managed to locate Jonghyun, with a redhead attached to him like how you can picture a cobra coiling around its prey until it went out of breath. Wait, cobras kill by spitting venom right? Was it an anaconda then? Whatever it was, Kibum was practically setting the woman on fire with his glare, especially when the woman would bounce her body up and down, causing her gargantuan boobs to join the motion so frequently that Kibum suspected Jonghyun’s arm was going to suffer from abrasion. Too much friction. But Kibum could not understand that sense of discomfort inside him. It was definitely not jealousy, he told himself. Like hell it wasn’t. He had three good reasons for that: A) Jonghyun wasn’t his real boyfriend. B) Jonghyun sure as hell didn’t like him. C) Well, forget it. Just the first two would suffice. Kibum turned around in his chair and found Taemin still beside him, sipping his Gin calmly and leisurely.
“Kibum hyung? Are things alright between you two?” Taemin placed his glass on the bar and turned to look at Kibum.
“Why?” Kibum honestly didn’t expect Taemin to ask that, because well, things are great.
“It’s just that your suicide attempt previously, and now him flirting with everyone that has balls, be it on the chest or between their legs. He’s like, I don’t know, a child in a candy shop.”
Kibum looked at Taemin’s concerned expression and felt a chill in his heart. His friend had always been sincerely looking after him, taking care of him and caring for him. And he repaid all these by betraying him. What if Taemin really was a thief? What would happen if he found out his best friend sold him out? What would happen to the shop? His parents? His future?
“Hyung?”
“Yeah Tae, I’m fine. We’re getting along great.” Kibum said it with such depression that he himself didn’t believe it, so he knew Taemin decided not to interrogate him further when he said he was going to find Jinki. Well that was another thing Kibum worried about. Taemin and Jinki were getting along so well, but he didn’t want Jinki to be using Taemin’s feelings and trust to crack the case. One of us is enough, Kibum thought with distaste. Was Jinki really beginning to like Taemin, or was he really just a fucked up CID like his colleague? Kibum felt his head pound harder when the damned music changed into something worse than the neighbour’s cat shrieks when he stepped on its tail.
“Kibum, we’ve got to get up now.”
“Get up where?” Kibum frowned at Jonghyun’s tone.
“Up. On top. Second storey.”
“Why? Redheaded anaconda wants to have a threesome?” He really couldn’t stop himself from spitting that out bitterly.
“What? Oh that. She was the one who stuck to me like glue.”
“Oh yeah? You were enjoying her tits moving along your arm. Is that how she helps you investigate the case?”
“Kibum, you sound like a jealous wife.”
“Fuck you, I’m a man. And I’m not jealous in any way.”
“Yeah whatever come on.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Look this is serious. The owner just came down to party with the guests, and her room’s empty now. We’ve got to find anything that’s of importance before she goes back.”
With that, Jonghyun dragged Kibum up the stairs and crept along the hallway. Why the hell does he have to tag along? He watched as Jonghyun fumbled with the lock, and pushed open the pure white door, with black bold letterings “MY ROOM” on it. Jonghyun stepped into the room and sucked in a breath, a deep deep breath. Kibum poked his head out from behind Jonghyun to check out what caused Jonghyun to react that way, and found himself suck in a deeper and bigger breath. The whole room was full of mirrors-the ceilings, the walls, the floor, everywhere. Kibum couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as he ventured further into the room, looking at his reflection at every angle. And there, in the middle of the room, was a bed. A king-sized bed with a lacey canopy draping down, a king-sized bed with deep violet sheets, a king-sized bed with baby pink pillows and a matching bolster, and that was that. The entire room consisted of only that piece of furniture, and upon turning left, was the balcony. At the other side of the room, there was a walk-in closet with a toilet beside, and Kibum watched as Jonghyun headed straight into the closet. He was at the balcony when he felt Jonghyun’s unmistakable presence beside him, and they stayed at that position for a few seconds before Kibum spoke.
“Does that owner like kinky sex or what? A room full of mirrors? How the hell does she sleep in that room?”
Jonghyun didn’t seem to listen to whatever he was saying. Instead, he stared out faraway in space, and Kibum could feel Jonghyun’s mind go into overload. Jonghyun opened his mouth, about to speak, but decided against it and shut his mouth again.
“What’s wrong?” Kibum noticed a slight bulge at Jonghyun’s right pants pocket, like he sneaked something away from the room and stuck it into his pocket, and was about to continue when Jonghyun suddenly crouched low and dragged Kibum along. Kibum knocked his elbow onto the railing and hissed in pain.
“What the fuck-?”
Jonghyun placed a finger over the other’s mouth and focused on inside the room. Kibum could hear the room door opening, and footsteps, hasty footsteps nearing them. He held his breath and prayed that they were not discovered, and heaved a sigh of relief as he heard the footsteps shift away. He looked over at Jonghyun, whose eyebrows were furrowed, and his gaze was intent. Kibum could see two pairs of feet, and the next moment, a black tuxedo jacket hit the floor with a muffled thump. They could hear moans and pants, and then the creaking of the springs and more moans. Kibum deduced that they were on the bed and it was safe enough to peek at whoever was having fun. Hey it wasn’t everyday he got to see people have sex right? He silently propped himself higher with his hands, and could see that the couple was on the bed, the one on top had lost his jacket and the buttons on his shirt were open. The one below looked painfully familiar, and he was glad that Jonghyun was there to support him when he realised that it was Taemin, and his knees went wobbly. The couple didn’t speak, just pants and moans and sounds of them sucking faces, but no conversation. Then the other spoke, and Kibum wanted to faint when he realised it was Jinki.
“Taemin, your… your pants are… goddamn… ah fuck!”
Kibum wanted to shut the scene away in front of him, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from staring. His mouth hung open and he felt like fainting. Taemin was now almost naked, with only his boxers hanging low on his hips. Jinki, on the other hand, had managed to get rid of his clothings without any problem, and he choked as he saw Taemin lower his mouth onto the cop’s dick.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Kibum mumbled as he finally shut his eyes, and he felt himself being pulled away by Jonghyun.
“Come on, let’s get out of here now.” Jonghyun whispered, close to him, his breath hot and ticklish behind his ear. Kibum managed to snap out of his shock, and watched as Jonghyun hopped onto the railing and hoisted himself on the other side, seemingly effortless, and he balanced himself on the other narrow side of the railing.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Kibum managed a harsh whisper.
“Jumping down from here.”
“No fucking way.”
“Unless you wanna go back and interrupt your friend’s little sex session.”
“But we are on the second floor! We might die!”
“Not when I’m around, no we will not. I’ll jump down first onto the ledge jutting out, and we can climb down to the garden.”
“I’m afraid of heights.”
“Wanna head back?”
“Fine! But you must catch me if I fall.”
“I will.” And with that said, Kibum watched as Jonghyun disappeared from his line of vision, and heard a dull thud. He looked over the railing, and saw Jonghyun brush dirt off his hands before opening his arms wide, an indication that he’ll catch Kibum when he jumped.
“This is easy, just jump. Yeah…” Kibum muttered silent encouragements to himself as he hauled himself over the railings, and he considered closing his eyes and jumping, but he was scared he might land off target and break a limb. He peeked down and immediately quivered, but the fact that Jonghyun was there was a little comforting. A little.
“Come on Kibum,” Jonghyun raised his voice a tad bit. “Before the guards catch us.”
“I’m really scared.”
“You know I have a good view of your ass here right?”
“Fuck you.”
“Kibum, trust me.” That sentence was said with so much determination and passion that Kibum found himself inching closer to the edge.
“You’ll catch me right?”
“I promise.”
Kibum took in a deep breath before he leapt forward, and a gush of cold wind hit his face as he dropped. And landed right into Jonghyun’s strong arms, but the impact was so strong that it knocked both of them to the floor. Kibum opened his eyes and found Jonghyun painfully close to his face, and he could feel the hot breaths of the other on his nose, the smell of Gin whiffing and engulfing him whole. He blinked spastically, and made no attempt to move away from on top of Jonghyun. The other grinned and kissed him on the lips before pushing Kibum off him and getting up on his feet. Kibum rolled ungraciously onto the ground, but he didn’t know which he was more surprised of. The fact that Taemin was fucking Jinki, or the fact that Jonghyun just kissed him. Maybe it was both.
“Hey we need to hurry. I can hear people approaching.” Jonghyun hurried him, and proceeded to climb down onto the grass patch.
Kibum scrambled to his feet and followed, and then the two of them were on the way out of the front gate, the butlers bowing uniformly and greeting them goodbye. Kibum climbed into the passenger seat of Jonghyun’s car, and looked out of the window as the other started the engine. The whole ride was silent, though it wasn’t exactly comfortable, until Jonghyun spoke.
“Did Taemin and Jinki shock that much shit out of you?”
Kibum only shook his head dumbly, and tried to suppress the swelling of his heart when he finally acknowledged that Jonghyun. Had. Kissed. Him. Jonghyun chuckled, and the rest of the journey remained silent again.
As Jonghyun’s car pulled into the driveway in front of Kibum’s apartment, Kibum couldn’t help but feel a great sense of disappointment, which he couldn’t explain. So his heart fluttered when Jonghyun stepped out of the car and offered to walk him to his door. When they were in front of the house, both of them remained silent and awkward, both wanting something but neither willing to open their mouths.
“Do you wanna come in?” Kibum offered timidly, afraid that Jonghyun would find his offer weird and desperate.
“Umm… okay sure. Why not?”
~//~
Kibum had absolutely no time to think about anything when he pulled Jonghyun closer and slammed his lips onto the other’s warm and inviting ones. He kicked the door close with his foot, and felt Jonghyun pull him closer, the two bodies flush against each other. Kibum’s hands found their way to Jonghyun’s hair, and they felt so right under his palms. Jonghyun bit onto Kibum’s lower lips harshly, before slipping his tongue right into Kibum’s warm cavern. The two stumbled their way up the stairs, and Kibum clung onto Jonghyun as he felt the other’s tongue meet his own, and he could taste alcohol in the other’s mouth. His hands slid down to Jonghyun’s waist, as he tugged on the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt, and he pulled it hastily over the other. Jonghyun pulled away, eyes dark with want and lust, and mumbled a “Where to?” before attaching his mouth onto Kibum’s neck. Kibum dumped the shirt onto the floor as he dragged the two of them down the hallway, and he had to stop for a moment when Jonghyun bit onto his collarbone. He jerked his head back involuntarily, and his hands were fumbling with the handle.
“Jjong, I can’t… get it… oh Jonghyun! Mmph it won’t… open.”
Jonghyun detached his mouth from Kibum’s neck and reached behind the other to push down the handle, before pushing Kibum into the room, his lips automatically on Kibum’s own. He slammed Kibum onto the door, causing the other to bang against it with a loud thump, but Kibum didn’t seem to mind as his hands traced the outlines of Jonghyun’s back. Kibum tasted so fucking nice and addictive that Jonghyun totally lost his mind, and he pulled Kibum towards the bed and threw him onto the soft sheets. He popped open Kibum’s pants button and tugged it down together with his boxers, and he was so damn aroused when he saw Kibum’s member spring out, and the blush on Kibum’s face. He removed Kibum’s shirt and climbed over him, looking down at the other, panting heavily and dick throbbing. Kibum hooked his hands over Jonghyun’s neck, and the two of them stared into each other’s eyes, both wanting the same thing.
“God you look so fucking beautiful.”
Kibum’s cheeks went three shades of red as Jonghyun didn’t stop staring at him, and he could feel Jonghyun’s hand running up and down his inner thigh.
“Stop… stop staring. It feels so weird.” Kibum bit on his lower lip, and that was enough to make Jonghyun dive down and sink his teeth onto Kibum’s shoulder, the other arching his back in response. Jonghyun planted kissed along Kibum’s jawline, and licked his earlobe, feeling the other shudder under him.
“Do it for me.” He whispered, voice thick with need, and felt the other stiffen under him.
“What?” Kibum managed to squeak out as Jonghyun continued sucking on his earlobe.
“You.” Jonghyun forced out between sucking. “Let me see you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Kibum gulped and looked into Jonghyun’s expectant gaze. He nodded, and watch as the other break into such a big smile that he felt even more aroused. He stuck his fingers into his own mouth, and sucked on them hard as Jonghyun continued stroking his inner thigh and painfully close to his penis. He pulled them out when he felt was enough, and hesitated when he saw Jonghyun lift himself slightly away.
“Now, Kibum. Now.”
Kibum stuck one finger inside himself as he feel himself jerk at the pleasure. He was shamelessly throwing out moans and screams, and Jonghyun was totally enjoying it, feeling his own pants get tighter. Kibum was finger-fucking himself, and it was such a mesmerising sight that Jonghyun pulled off his own pants and boxers before stroking himself to relief himself. As Kibum stuck another finger into himself, Jonghyun found himself stroking faster, and just as Kibum hit his own pleasure spot, he let out such a wanton moan that Jonghyun came, on Kibum’s bed, just by watching him. Kibum came later, and he laid breathlessly on the bed as he withdrew his fingers. Jonghyun climbed over Kibum and closed his mouth over Kibum’s, their lips moving together in perfect rhythm. The kiss was so soul-sucking and breath-taking, Jonghyun could feel himself get hard. All over again. And judging by Kibum’s own arousal poking his thigh, he was nowhere far off. Jonghyun pulled back and stared into Kibum’s eyes, that mirrored the same lust in his own.
“Now it’s my turn.” Jonghyun whispered against Kibum’s lips, and kissed him the last time before he thrust himself into Kibum. Kibum let out a scream of surprise and pleasure, and Jonghyun leaned forward to kiss him again, and again. Kibum’s fingers dug onto Jonghyun’s muscular back, and he clutched tighter when Jonghyun withdrew slightly to push back forcefully into him again. He saw white pleasure when Jonghyun hit his sweet spot, and he sank his teeth into Jonghyun’s shoulder to prevent himself from screaming himself mute. Jonghyun managed to hit that particular spot with each thrust, and with a final push, Jonghyun shuddered and felt himself shooting his thick liquid into Kibum, while Kibum let himself cum all over Jonghyun’s stomach. Jonghyun withdrew himself from Kibum before rolling onto bed next to him, breathing heavy and panting loudly. Kibum propped himself up with his elbows and turned to face Jonghyun, giving him a smile before bending down to lick off the mess on Jonghyun’s tummy. Jonghyun watched as Kibum licked his stomach and leaned forward to kiss him, mouth welcoming the liquid flowing from Kibum’s mouth to his own. Kibum let himself rest on top of Jonghyun as they continued to make love with their mouth, tongues dancing with each other and lips moving in perfect harmony. Jonghyun moved his hands along Kibum’s thigh, while Kibum placed his hand on Jonghyun’s cheeks as they kissed themselves senseless on Kibum’s bed.
After a good long period of just sexing with their mouths, Kibum pulled away and rolled back to his previous position beside Jonghyun, hands flung over the other and hugging him like a pillow. Jonghyun chuckled and felt the other slip off to dreamland, Kibum’s breathing slowing and forming a constant rhythm. When he felt that Kibum was fully asleep, he allowed himself to stare up at the ceiling, eyebrows unconsciously knotting together, as he bit his lips in worry.
What the hell had he done?
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A/N: I'LL BE AWAY FOR A FEW DAYS ); SO I'LL MISS ALL OF YOU! <3
HOW WAS ALL OF YOUR XMAS?? ;D
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Pairings: Jongkey, tentative!Ontae
Rating: NC-17 (consists of sexual scenes)
Genre: AU, Romance
Disclaimer: Owns only story.
Word Count: 3764
Summary: Kibum thought that being helpful brings good karma. Had he known that helping a friend fill in his job as a waiter at a burger joint would result in Kim Jonghyun accusing his best friend of art theft, he would have definitely stayed in bed.
Kim Kibum was the sexiest lead that Jonghyun ever had to get close to. Yes, getting close to Kibum to dig out information about his best friend's crime was definitely no hardship for him. But Kibum doesn't feel the same way. And when Jonghyun demands to pose as his boyfriend to find out the real art thief if it wasn't his best friend like he claimed, things start to get complicated.
OR Alt Summary: Seoul's top CID meets sexy-as-hell lead. Drama ensues.
A/N: I finished this one first so i updated (:
Usual spots for pandragonriyong, kimchistarr, a_life_defiant, cristine1001, 0nesummersday, kimkeysbum, jongkeyisreal!!
Chapter 4:
Kibum pluck a white hair on his head sticking out at the wrong place as he stared at himself in the mirror. He did not know how to face Jonghyun, especially after breaking down like a kid in front of him a few days ago. He had managed to avoid Jonghyun for the past few days, which mostly consisted of him not going to the shop at all. He remembered how strong Jonghyun’s arms felt around him, how nice Jonghyun smelled like when he buried his nose into the crook of his neck, how safe he felt when he was in Jonghyun’s arms. He shook his head, clearing any thoughts about the cop. He was about to step into the bathroom when the doorbell shrieked, and he grabbed a towel from the rack and secured it around his hips before he headed to the door. Well, shit.
Jonghyun gave Kibum the once over, mouth unconsciously forming an ‘O’, while Kibum leaned against the door frame, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. He wanted to cover his chest, especially his nipples, after how Jonghyun wouldn’t let his gaze carry on further up after catching sight of the two pink dots. But all he did was click his tongue, and that caught Jonghyun’s attention.
“Well why the hell are you here? Today’s the off day for the shop.”
“Uh huh tell me something I don’t know. I just wanted to tell you to get ready.”
“For nuts.”
“No honey, for the great big party we are going to.”
“Since when were we even going to a party?”
“Since Jinki told me Taemin’s going.”
“What?”
“My goodness why is your brain so slow? Look, we are going to a party,” Jonghyun waved his hand between the two of them. “which your Tae Tae is going. And Jinki is obviously bringing him there, and we believe that the guy who organised this party is in cahoots with Taemin, so we are going to check this out.”
Kibum totally forgot about the fact that he was practically naked standing at his front door, talking to a smexy detective, until Jonghyun whistled and mumbled a “we only have an hour to go.” He looked to his wall clock, cursed, and sprinted off to the bathroom, leaving Jonghyun smirking and inviting himself into the house.
~//~
As Kibum stepped out of the car, he was totally in awe. The three storey mansion in front of him was a hell of a house, full with well-disciplined butlers, and air-conditioned lifts.
“Why the hell do you need air conditioning in lifts? Don’t you just take like 10 seconds to reach the 3rd storey?” Kibum spat out as he followed Jonghyun towards the mansion, on the red carpet. Red carpet. What’s next? Photography booth and press conference?
“To look good. The Jungs have gold taps in their toilets and diamond studded toilet paper holder.”
Wow, that sounds so high end. Kibum rolled his eyes and fell into step with Jonghyun, until the other stopped and raised his arm, urging Kibum to link his hand through his own. Kibum opened his mouth to argue, but saw the other smile patiently and sighed before complying. As they entered the front door, they were greeted by a row of 5 butlers at each side of the door, and then they were inside the house, surroundings buzzing with heavy beats of horrendous techno music, and Kibum felt a headache coming up. If they could afford to have a gaggle of butlers and maids, why can’t they pay for better music? Jonghyun dragged both of them to the bar, where two Gin and tonics were pushed towards them.
“Hey there’s someone there who might help me with the investigation. You wanna come?”
Kibum waved his hand and dismissed the other. “Go ahead, I’ll nurse my migraine here.”
“With alcohol?”
“Just fuck off.”
And Jonghyun chuckled, before turning away and walking towards the crowd. Kibum didn’t know how long it had been, but it was after 5 totally irritating and mindfucking songs that he felt someone slip into the seat next to him. He raised his head from the table and opened an eye to see Taemin look at him with an amused expression.
“What?” Kibum didn’t care if he sounded rude, hell he just wanted out of this party.
“Better put a leash on your boyfriend. Don’t let him wander about, hyung.” Taemin stared hard at his friend before jutting a thumb in the general direction of the crowd.
Kibum felt something boiling deep down his chest as he scanned the crowd and managed to locate Jonghyun, with a redhead attached to him like how you can picture a cobra coiling around its prey until it went out of breath. Wait, cobras kill by spitting venom right? Was it an anaconda then? Whatever it was, Kibum was practically setting the woman on fire with his glare, especially when the woman would bounce her body up and down, causing her gargantuan boobs to join the motion so frequently that Kibum suspected Jonghyun’s arm was going to suffer from abrasion. Too much friction. But Kibum could not understand that sense of discomfort inside him. It was definitely not jealousy, he told himself. Like hell it wasn’t. He had three good reasons for that: A) Jonghyun wasn’t his real boyfriend. B) Jonghyun sure as hell didn’t like him. C) Well, forget it. Just the first two would suffice. Kibum turned around in his chair and found Taemin still beside him, sipping his Gin calmly and leisurely.
“Kibum hyung? Are things alright between you two?” Taemin placed his glass on the bar and turned to look at Kibum.
“Why?” Kibum honestly didn’t expect Taemin to ask that, because well, things are great.
“It’s just that your suicide attempt previously, and now him flirting with everyone that has balls, be it on the chest or between their legs. He’s like, I don’t know, a child in a candy shop.”
Kibum looked at Taemin’s concerned expression and felt a chill in his heart. His friend had always been sincerely looking after him, taking care of him and caring for him. And he repaid all these by betraying him. What if Taemin really was a thief? What would happen if he found out his best friend sold him out? What would happen to the shop? His parents? His future?
“Hyung?”
“Yeah Tae, I’m fine. We’re getting along great.” Kibum said it with such depression that he himself didn’t believe it, so he knew Taemin decided not to interrogate him further when he said he was going to find Jinki. Well that was another thing Kibum worried about. Taemin and Jinki were getting along so well, but he didn’t want Jinki to be using Taemin’s feelings and trust to crack the case. One of us is enough, Kibum thought with distaste. Was Jinki really beginning to like Taemin, or was he really just a fucked up CID like his colleague? Kibum felt his head pound harder when the damned music changed into something worse than the neighbour’s cat shrieks when he stepped on its tail.
“Kibum, we’ve got to get up now.”
“Get up where?” Kibum frowned at Jonghyun’s tone.
“Up. On top. Second storey.”
“Why? Redheaded anaconda wants to have a threesome?” He really couldn’t stop himself from spitting that out bitterly.
“What? Oh that. She was the one who stuck to me like glue.”
“Oh yeah? You were enjoying her tits moving along your arm. Is that how she helps you investigate the case?”
“Kibum, you sound like a jealous wife.”
“Fuck you, I’m a man. And I’m not jealous in any way.”
“Yeah whatever come on.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Look this is serious. The owner just came down to party with the guests, and her room’s empty now. We’ve got to find anything that’s of importance before she goes back.”
With that, Jonghyun dragged Kibum up the stairs and crept along the hallway. Why the hell does he have to tag along? He watched as Jonghyun fumbled with the lock, and pushed open the pure white door, with black bold letterings “MY ROOM” on it. Jonghyun stepped into the room and sucked in a breath, a deep deep breath. Kibum poked his head out from behind Jonghyun to check out what caused Jonghyun to react that way, and found himself suck in a deeper and bigger breath. The whole room was full of mirrors-the ceilings, the walls, the floor, everywhere. Kibum couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as he ventured further into the room, looking at his reflection at every angle. And there, in the middle of the room, was a bed. A king-sized bed with a lacey canopy draping down, a king-sized bed with deep violet sheets, a king-sized bed with baby pink pillows and a matching bolster, and that was that. The entire room consisted of only that piece of furniture, and upon turning left, was the balcony. At the other side of the room, there was a walk-in closet with a toilet beside, and Kibum watched as Jonghyun headed straight into the closet. He was at the balcony when he felt Jonghyun’s unmistakable presence beside him, and they stayed at that position for a few seconds before Kibum spoke.
“Does that owner like kinky sex or what? A room full of mirrors? How the hell does she sleep in that room?”
Jonghyun didn’t seem to listen to whatever he was saying. Instead, he stared out faraway in space, and Kibum could feel Jonghyun’s mind go into overload. Jonghyun opened his mouth, about to speak, but decided against it and shut his mouth again.
“What’s wrong?” Kibum noticed a slight bulge at Jonghyun’s right pants pocket, like he sneaked something away from the room and stuck it into his pocket, and was about to continue when Jonghyun suddenly crouched low and dragged Kibum along. Kibum knocked his elbow onto the railing and hissed in pain.
“What the fuck-?”
Jonghyun placed a finger over the other’s mouth and focused on inside the room. Kibum could hear the room door opening, and footsteps, hasty footsteps nearing them. He held his breath and prayed that they were not discovered, and heaved a sigh of relief as he heard the footsteps shift away. He looked over at Jonghyun, whose eyebrows were furrowed, and his gaze was intent. Kibum could see two pairs of feet, and the next moment, a black tuxedo jacket hit the floor with a muffled thump. They could hear moans and pants, and then the creaking of the springs and more moans. Kibum deduced that they were on the bed and it was safe enough to peek at whoever was having fun. Hey it wasn’t everyday he got to see people have sex right? He silently propped himself higher with his hands, and could see that the couple was on the bed, the one on top had lost his jacket and the buttons on his shirt were open. The one below looked painfully familiar, and he was glad that Jonghyun was there to support him when he realised that it was Taemin, and his knees went wobbly. The couple didn’t speak, just pants and moans and sounds of them sucking faces, but no conversation. Then the other spoke, and Kibum wanted to faint when he realised it was Jinki.
“Taemin, your… your pants are… goddamn… ah fuck!”
Kibum wanted to shut the scene away in front of him, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from staring. His mouth hung open and he felt like fainting. Taemin was now almost naked, with only his boxers hanging low on his hips. Jinki, on the other hand, had managed to get rid of his clothings without any problem, and he choked as he saw Taemin lower his mouth onto the cop’s dick.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Kibum mumbled as he finally shut his eyes, and he felt himself being pulled away by Jonghyun.
“Come on, let’s get out of here now.” Jonghyun whispered, close to him, his breath hot and ticklish behind his ear. Kibum managed to snap out of his shock, and watched as Jonghyun hopped onto the railing and hoisted himself on the other side, seemingly effortless, and he balanced himself on the other narrow side of the railing.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Kibum managed a harsh whisper.
“Jumping down from here.”
“No fucking way.”
“Unless you wanna go back and interrupt your friend’s little sex session.”
“But we are on the second floor! We might die!”
“Not when I’m around, no we will not. I’ll jump down first onto the ledge jutting out, and we can climb down to the garden.”
“I’m afraid of heights.”
“Wanna head back?”
“Fine! But you must catch me if I fall.”
“I will.” And with that said, Kibum watched as Jonghyun disappeared from his line of vision, and heard a dull thud. He looked over the railing, and saw Jonghyun brush dirt off his hands before opening his arms wide, an indication that he’ll catch Kibum when he jumped.
“This is easy, just jump. Yeah…” Kibum muttered silent encouragements to himself as he hauled himself over the railings, and he considered closing his eyes and jumping, but he was scared he might land off target and break a limb. He peeked down and immediately quivered, but the fact that Jonghyun was there was a little comforting. A little.
“Come on Kibum,” Jonghyun raised his voice a tad bit. “Before the guards catch us.”
“I’m really scared.”
“You know I have a good view of your ass here right?”
“Fuck you.”
“Kibum, trust me.” That sentence was said with so much determination and passion that Kibum found himself inching closer to the edge.
“You’ll catch me right?”
“I promise.”
Kibum took in a deep breath before he leapt forward, and a gush of cold wind hit his face as he dropped. And landed right into Jonghyun’s strong arms, but the impact was so strong that it knocked both of them to the floor. Kibum opened his eyes and found Jonghyun painfully close to his face, and he could feel the hot breaths of the other on his nose, the smell of Gin whiffing and engulfing him whole. He blinked spastically, and made no attempt to move away from on top of Jonghyun. The other grinned and kissed him on the lips before pushing Kibum off him and getting up on his feet. Kibum rolled ungraciously onto the ground, but he didn’t know which he was more surprised of. The fact that Taemin was fucking Jinki, or the fact that Jonghyun just kissed him. Maybe it was both.
“Hey we need to hurry. I can hear people approaching.” Jonghyun hurried him, and proceeded to climb down onto the grass patch.
Kibum scrambled to his feet and followed, and then the two of them were on the way out of the front gate, the butlers bowing uniformly and greeting them goodbye. Kibum climbed into the passenger seat of Jonghyun’s car, and looked out of the window as the other started the engine. The whole ride was silent, though it wasn’t exactly comfortable, until Jonghyun spoke.
“Did Taemin and Jinki shock that much shit out of you?”
Kibum only shook his head dumbly, and tried to suppress the swelling of his heart when he finally acknowledged that Jonghyun. Had. Kissed. Him. Jonghyun chuckled, and the rest of the journey remained silent again.
As Jonghyun’s car pulled into the driveway in front of Kibum’s apartment, Kibum couldn’t help but feel a great sense of disappointment, which he couldn’t explain. So his heart fluttered when Jonghyun stepped out of the car and offered to walk him to his door. When they were in front of the house, both of them remained silent and awkward, both wanting something but neither willing to open their mouths.
“Do you wanna come in?” Kibum offered timidly, afraid that Jonghyun would find his offer weird and desperate.
“Umm… okay sure. Why not?”
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Kibum had absolutely no time to think about anything when he pulled Jonghyun closer and slammed his lips onto the other’s warm and inviting ones. He kicked the door close with his foot, and felt Jonghyun pull him closer, the two bodies flush against each other. Kibum’s hands found their way to Jonghyun’s hair, and they felt so right under his palms. Jonghyun bit onto Kibum’s lower lips harshly, before slipping his tongue right into Kibum’s warm cavern. The two stumbled their way up the stairs, and Kibum clung onto Jonghyun as he felt the other’s tongue meet his own, and he could taste alcohol in the other’s mouth. His hands slid down to Jonghyun’s waist, as he tugged on the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt, and he pulled it hastily over the other. Jonghyun pulled away, eyes dark with want and lust, and mumbled a “Where to?” before attaching his mouth onto Kibum’s neck. Kibum dumped the shirt onto the floor as he dragged the two of them down the hallway, and he had to stop for a moment when Jonghyun bit onto his collarbone. He jerked his head back involuntarily, and his hands were fumbling with the handle.
“Jjong, I can’t… get it… oh Jonghyun! Mmph it won’t… open.”
Jonghyun detached his mouth from Kibum’s neck and reached behind the other to push down the handle, before pushing Kibum into the room, his lips automatically on Kibum’s own. He slammed Kibum onto the door, causing the other to bang against it with a loud thump, but Kibum didn’t seem to mind as his hands traced the outlines of Jonghyun’s back. Kibum tasted so fucking nice and addictive that Jonghyun totally lost his mind, and he pulled Kibum towards the bed and threw him onto the soft sheets. He popped open Kibum’s pants button and tugged it down together with his boxers, and he was so damn aroused when he saw Kibum’s member spring out, and the blush on Kibum’s face. He removed Kibum’s shirt and climbed over him, looking down at the other, panting heavily and dick throbbing. Kibum hooked his hands over Jonghyun’s neck, and the two of them stared into each other’s eyes, both wanting the same thing.
“God you look so fucking beautiful.”
Kibum’s cheeks went three shades of red as Jonghyun didn’t stop staring at him, and he could feel Jonghyun’s hand running up and down his inner thigh.
“Stop… stop staring. It feels so weird.” Kibum bit on his lower lip, and that was enough to make Jonghyun dive down and sink his teeth onto Kibum’s shoulder, the other arching his back in response. Jonghyun planted kissed along Kibum’s jawline, and licked his earlobe, feeling the other shudder under him.
“Do it for me.” He whispered, voice thick with need, and felt the other stiffen under him.
“What?” Kibum managed to squeak out as Jonghyun continued sucking on his earlobe.
“You.” Jonghyun forced out between sucking. “Let me see you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Kibum gulped and looked into Jonghyun’s expectant gaze. He nodded, and watch as the other break into such a big smile that he felt even more aroused. He stuck his fingers into his own mouth, and sucked on them hard as Jonghyun continued stroking his inner thigh and painfully close to his penis. He pulled them out when he felt was enough, and hesitated when he saw Jonghyun lift himself slightly away.
“Now, Kibum. Now.”
Kibum stuck one finger inside himself as he feel himself jerk at the pleasure. He was shamelessly throwing out moans and screams, and Jonghyun was totally enjoying it, feeling his own pants get tighter. Kibum was finger-fucking himself, and it was such a mesmerising sight that Jonghyun pulled off his own pants and boxers before stroking himself to relief himself. As Kibum stuck another finger into himself, Jonghyun found himself stroking faster, and just as Kibum hit his own pleasure spot, he let out such a wanton moan that Jonghyun came, on Kibum’s bed, just by watching him. Kibum came later, and he laid breathlessly on the bed as he withdrew his fingers. Jonghyun climbed over Kibum and closed his mouth over Kibum’s, their lips moving together in perfect rhythm. The kiss was so soul-sucking and breath-taking, Jonghyun could feel himself get hard. All over again. And judging by Kibum’s own arousal poking his thigh, he was nowhere far off. Jonghyun pulled back and stared into Kibum’s eyes, that mirrored the same lust in his own.
“Now it’s my turn.” Jonghyun whispered against Kibum’s lips, and kissed him the last time before he thrust himself into Kibum. Kibum let out a scream of surprise and pleasure, and Jonghyun leaned forward to kiss him again, and again. Kibum’s fingers dug onto Jonghyun’s muscular back, and he clutched tighter when Jonghyun withdrew slightly to push back forcefully into him again. He saw white pleasure when Jonghyun hit his sweet spot, and he sank his teeth into Jonghyun’s shoulder to prevent himself from screaming himself mute. Jonghyun managed to hit that particular spot with each thrust, and with a final push, Jonghyun shuddered and felt himself shooting his thick liquid into Kibum, while Kibum let himself cum all over Jonghyun’s stomach. Jonghyun withdrew himself from Kibum before rolling onto bed next to him, breathing heavy and panting loudly. Kibum propped himself up with his elbows and turned to face Jonghyun, giving him a smile before bending down to lick off the mess on Jonghyun’s tummy. Jonghyun watched as Kibum licked his stomach and leaned forward to kiss him, mouth welcoming the liquid flowing from Kibum’s mouth to his own. Kibum let himself rest on top of Jonghyun as they continued to make love with their mouth, tongues dancing with each other and lips moving in perfect harmony. Jonghyun moved his hands along Kibum’s thigh, while Kibum placed his hand on Jonghyun’s cheeks as they kissed themselves senseless on Kibum’s bed.
After a good long period of just sexing with their mouths, Kibum pulled away and rolled back to his previous position beside Jonghyun, hands flung over the other and hugging him like a pillow. Jonghyun chuckled and felt the other slip off to dreamland, Kibum’s breathing slowing and forming a constant rhythm. When he felt that Kibum was fully asleep, he allowed himself to stare up at the ceiling, eyebrows unconsciously knotting together, as he bit his lips in worry.
What the hell had he done?
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A/N: I'LL BE AWAY FOR A FEW DAYS ); SO I'LL MISS ALL OF YOU! <3
HOW WAS ALL OF YOUR XMAS?? ;D
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