[drabble] strange days ; jongyu [cracknee]
strange days ; jongyu bff-ry
a/n: i found this randomly in a folder titled "ironic mustache - the second press". i think i wrote this for jetpacking... i don't know what's going on anymore or where this came from.
warnings: stoned jongyu, foodplay kinda
after jonghyun decided to take toast into the shower with him was when everything went downhill. he called in jinki to 'come assist him' and when the older male arrived, jonghyun was sitting with what seemed to be an entire loaf of bread around him. jonghyun convinced him to stay (with a few hits), and that's where jinki decided to get up and call it a day. because seriously, sitting in the shower with your bandmate while you were both stoned was something that definitely wasn't a good idea; not even by a long shot.
"whatever, i'm going to shower in the other bathroom," jinki replies, getting up from the pile of soggy toast embedded in both the shower tile and his boxers. toast crumbs meeting with his balls was not a pleasant feeling, even if he's pretty high off his ass.
"you're in the shower," jonghyun replies slowly and then laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. "don't you mean getting dressed?"
"yes, that. something to get these crumbs off."
"can you bring the bong back when you return? or a pipe or something?" jinki rolls his eyes and bops jonghyun on the back of the head, getting to his feet and beginning to trek the seemingly five hundred mile long journey back to their room.
however he pauses when he reaches the doorway, staring at the bed. "KIM JONGHYUN."
"OH MY GOD, DON'T YELL! WHAT IS IT, WHAT'S WRONG?" seconds later jonghyun is stumbling down the hallway, laughing uncontrollably to himself and leaning against the wall next to jinki.
"why are there goldfish crackers on my bed."
"don't you remember?"
"if i remembered, jonghyun, why am i asking you?"
"you said you were going to name them all and keep them as pets. and then you decided to write a song about it. you asked me to compose it for you. jeeze, jinki, i'm pretty high still but i can remember all this."
"go back to the bathroom," jinki says, feeling his blood pressure rise slightly. with a (very stoned) puppy pout jonghyun obeys, and jinki opts for changing instead of a shower. halfway through the ordeal he realizes he's been trying to squeeze into taemin's pants, and he throws them across the room when the concept of how to get dressed is impossible for him to grasp.
he comes back into the shower finally clad in his own clothes, and finds jonghyun with a toaster in his lap, several loafs of bread, and four flavours of jelly all spread around him.
"...kim jonghyun, what the fuck are you."
"i told you to bring the bong back!" comes the whine as jonghyun puts two more slices of bread in the toaster, and carefully presses down on the lever, making sure it avoids any and all puddles of water. electrocution by toaster was not the way he planned to exit this world, though he figured it'd make an excellent headline. "well, whatever, just reach under the sink and get the emergency pipe, okay?"
"...you seriously keep a pipe under the sink?" jonghyun doesn't pay him any mind when jinki hands him the pipe and small bag of weed, watching him carefully reach around the toaster and begin to repack it. for lack of things to really do, jinki rejoins him in the shower, grimacing as he sits down in a puddle of jelly.
jonghyun produces a lighter from seemingly nowhere and lights the top of the bowl, leaving it up top for a few moments and inhaling deeply, coughing slightly before passing it to jinki. jinki pauses and also takes a hit, exhaling after a few moments.
what seems an eon later he's back on that fuzzy cloud, rolling over and placing his head against jonghyun's shoulder. "if you get ash in my eyes, i am literally about to kill you."
"let's go make biscuits."
"...are you serious."
"hash biscuits," jonghyun explains, as he reaches into a jelly jar with a spoon, dumping it onto a piece of toast and shoving it into his mouth. "holy shit, jinki, you need to eat this. it is so good."
jinki stares at him before dalloping a heaping spoonful onto a piece of toast, shoving it into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. "you're right, this is--mmfh!"
jonghyun has shoved another spoonful of jelly (this time apricot) into his mouth, and the flavours of apricot and strawberry are creating this kind of wonderful harmony chain reaction in his mouth. he smiles dreamily.
"see what i mean?" jonghyun's voice is somewhere between his ear and collarbone, and suddenly jinki isn't sure what to think anymore. especially since somehow, those lips have wound up pressed against his own. it's a far from perfect kiss; all heated and sloppy and tasting of four different fruits, but fuck it's perfect.
suddenly jonghyun's hands are skimming over the flat of his stomach, nails carefully tugging the fabric of his shirt up to access more of his skin. and jinki feels hot breath against his ear, letting a moan escape as teeth suddenly attach to the lobe and nibble softly.
"j-jonghyun," he's breathing out as he feels a hand start to pop open the button of his jeans, unzipping and beginning to tug them down. "s-shit."
"close your eyes, jinki. there's...there's something i want to try with you, okay?" a nod is the only thing that makes jonghyun continue, and jinki's soon feeling a hand slip inside his boxers and wrap around his length.
so jinki does let his eyes close, something between a sigh and a moan escaping his lips as his head rests on jonghyun's chest, feeling the heartbeat escalade even higher. jongyhun's hand is somehow slick so the sensation isn't all bad and jonghyun's doing something with the pads of his fingers that's having jinki moan and writhe in his hands.
there's a finger tracing his entrance teasingly, and jinki just manages to gasp out a "please" before it's slipped past the ring of muscles, a second one joning it immediately. jinki isn't sure when jonghyun bothered to learn to multitask when he was high, but fuck it's coming in handy right now. he feels wet, slick kisses being peppered up his neck, stopping at a vein and sucking lightly.
and suddenly his orgasm hits him with no warning, spilling into jonghyun's hand as he carefully strokes him through it, stopping when jinki lets out a whimper of discomfort at the sensitivity. he opens his eyes to see jonghyun withdraw his hand and immediately bring it to his lips, licking jinki's release.
"that's..." jinki pauses as he shifts, a realization hitting him. "kim jonghyun."
"yes?"
"did you seriously just use grape jelly in lieu of lube. are you fucking serious. that...i don't know with you anymore. what the fuck is wrong with you."
jonghyun just shrugs. "we're in a bathtub, you know. you can just take a shower and wash it out." jinki leans over and taps (more accurately, lightly bangs) his head on the tile wall, sighing. he wonders how taemin managed to handle this when he spends time with jonghyun, but then decides sometimes, it's best not to know; and settles for munching on a spare piece of now-cold toast.
a/n: i found this randomly in a folder titled "ironic mustache - the second press". i think i wrote this for jetpacking... i don't know what's going on anymore or where this came from.
warnings: stoned jongyu, foodplay kinda
after jonghyun decided to take toast into the shower with him was when everything went downhill. he called in jinki to 'come assist him' and when the older male arrived, jonghyun was sitting with what seemed to be an entire loaf of bread around him. jonghyun convinced him to stay (with a few hits), and that's where jinki decided to get up and call it a day. because seriously, sitting in the shower with your bandmate while you were both stoned was something that definitely wasn't a good idea; not even by a long shot.
"whatever, i'm going to shower in the other bathroom," jinki replies, getting up from the pile of soggy toast embedded in both the shower tile and his boxers. toast crumbs meeting with his balls was not a pleasant feeling, even if he's pretty high off his ass.
"you're in the shower," jonghyun replies slowly and then laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. "don't you mean getting dressed?"
"yes, that. something to get these crumbs off."
"can you bring the bong back when you return? or a pipe or something?" jinki rolls his eyes and bops jonghyun on the back of the head, getting to his feet and beginning to trek the seemingly five hundred mile long journey back to their room.
however he pauses when he reaches the doorway, staring at the bed. "KIM JONGHYUN."
"OH MY GOD, DON'T YELL! WHAT IS IT, WHAT'S WRONG?" seconds later jonghyun is stumbling down the hallway, laughing uncontrollably to himself and leaning against the wall next to jinki.
"why are there goldfish crackers on my bed."
"don't you remember?"
"if i remembered, jonghyun, why am i asking you?"
"you said you were going to name them all and keep them as pets. and then you decided to write a song about it. you asked me to compose it for you. jeeze, jinki, i'm pretty high still but i can remember all this."
"go back to the bathroom," jinki says, feeling his blood pressure rise slightly. with a (very stoned) puppy pout jonghyun obeys, and jinki opts for changing instead of a shower. halfway through the ordeal he realizes he's been trying to squeeze into taemin's pants, and he throws them across the room when the concept of how to get dressed is impossible for him to grasp.
he comes back into the shower finally clad in his own clothes, and finds jonghyun with a toaster in his lap, several loafs of bread, and four flavours of jelly all spread around him.
"...kim jonghyun, what the fuck are you."
"i told you to bring the bong back!" comes the whine as jonghyun puts two more slices of bread in the toaster, and carefully presses down on the lever, making sure it avoids any and all puddles of water. electrocution by toaster was not the way he planned to exit this world, though he figured it'd make an excellent headline. "well, whatever, just reach under the sink and get the emergency pipe, okay?"
"...you seriously keep a pipe under the sink?" jonghyun doesn't pay him any mind when jinki hands him the pipe and small bag of weed, watching him carefully reach around the toaster and begin to repack it. for lack of things to really do, jinki rejoins him in the shower, grimacing as he sits down in a puddle of jelly.
jonghyun produces a lighter from seemingly nowhere and lights the top of the bowl, leaving it up top for a few moments and inhaling deeply, coughing slightly before passing it to jinki. jinki pauses and also takes a hit, exhaling after a few moments.
what seems an eon later he's back on that fuzzy cloud, rolling over and placing his head against jonghyun's shoulder. "if you get ash in my eyes, i am literally about to kill you."
"let's go make biscuits."
"...are you serious."
"hash biscuits," jonghyun explains, as he reaches into a jelly jar with a spoon, dumping it onto a piece of toast and shoving it into his mouth. "holy shit, jinki, you need to eat this. it is so good."
jinki stares at him before dalloping a heaping spoonful onto a piece of toast, shoving it into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. "you're right, this is--mmfh!"
jonghyun has shoved another spoonful of jelly (this time apricot) into his mouth, and the flavours of apricot and strawberry are creating this kind of wonderful harmony chain reaction in his mouth. he smiles dreamily.
"see what i mean?" jonghyun's voice is somewhere between his ear and collarbone, and suddenly jinki isn't sure what to think anymore. especially since somehow, those lips have wound up pressed against his own. it's a far from perfect kiss; all heated and sloppy and tasting of four different fruits, but fuck it's perfect.
suddenly jonghyun's hands are skimming over the flat of his stomach, nails carefully tugging the fabric of his shirt up to access more of his skin. and jinki feels hot breath against his ear, letting a moan escape as teeth suddenly attach to the lobe and nibble softly.
"j-jonghyun," he's breathing out as he feels a hand start to pop open the button of his jeans, unzipping and beginning to tug them down. "s-shit."
"close your eyes, jinki. there's...there's something i want to try with you, okay?" a nod is the only thing that makes jonghyun continue, and jinki's soon feeling a hand slip inside his boxers and wrap around his length.
so jinki does let his eyes close, something between a sigh and a moan escaping his lips as his head rests on jonghyun's chest, feeling the heartbeat escalade even higher. jongyhun's hand is somehow slick so the sensation isn't all bad and jonghyun's doing something with the pads of his fingers that's having jinki moan and writhe in his hands.
there's a finger tracing his entrance teasingly, and jinki just manages to gasp out a "please" before it's slipped past the ring of muscles, a second one joning it immediately. jinki isn't sure when jonghyun bothered to learn to multitask when he was high, but fuck it's coming in handy right now. he feels wet, slick kisses being peppered up his neck, stopping at a vein and sucking lightly.
and suddenly his orgasm hits him with no warning, spilling into jonghyun's hand as he carefully strokes him through it, stopping when jinki lets out a whimper of discomfort at the sensitivity. he opens his eyes to see jonghyun withdraw his hand and immediately bring it to his lips, licking jinki's release.
"that's..." jinki pauses as he shifts, a realization hitting him. "kim jonghyun."
"yes?"
"did you seriously just use grape jelly in lieu of lube. are you fucking serious. that...i don't know with you anymore. what the fuck is wrong with you."
jonghyun just shrugs. "we're in a bathtub, you know. you can just take a shower and wash it out." jinki leans over and taps (more accurately, lightly bangs) his head on the tile wall, sighing. he wonders how taemin managed to handle this when he spends time with jonghyun, but then decides sometimes, it's best not to know; and settles for munching on a spare piece of now-cold toast.