Camera Shy 10/18
Title: Camera Shy 10/18
Pairing: Jongkey, side Onho
Length: 75k words total
Rating: PG15-NC17
Genre: romance, humor, friendship, smut. yeah.
Summary: Jonghyun's life consists of school, webcam chatting with his best friend, Minho, who he's never seen in person, and bothering his roommate, Jinki, about everything under the sun. When Minho sends Jonghyun a video of a dance cover, he doesn't expect to get so indefinitely hooked to watching a boy in tight pants (who goes by the username Key) do girl group dances. What he expects even less, however, is to run into Key in person.
Jonghyun reclined on his couch, Xbox controller in his hands. He tapped at the buttons while the console was booting up, and glanced over his shoulder towards the kitchen. "Hey, are you sure you don't want me to help?"
"Jonghyun, I'm making ramen," Kibum called, laughter in his voice, "I can handle that on my own, I promise."
"Isn't it confusing because it isn't your kitchen?" he asked worriedly. He'd tried before to find every excuse to help Kibum in the kitchen, but to no avail in the end. The younger was so painfully independent sometimes.
"It's fine. I'm just boiling water and putting the noodles in."
"Okay," he said, slowly turning back to the TV screen and choosing not to remark that that was terrifying on its own. "Let me know if you need help."
Kibum laughed out an "all right" in the form of a response.
Jonghyun's ears were trained to pick up everything from the kitchen, every little sound, in case anything went wrong. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kibum, he just wanted to make sure things went smoothly. He was paranoid about his kitchen since the time Jinki nearly set it on fire that time he tried to melt chocolate in a saucepan.
He heard the clicks of the fire turning on, and the pot clanging against the stovetop and winced.
"Are you sure you don't want any?" Kibum called as if he could hear Jonghyun's tension.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he called back, affecting that he wasn't worried as he was. With an exhale, he tried to focus on his game, sifting through the main screens and choosing to start from his last checkpoint.
"Ow-shit-"
Jonghyun all-but threw his controller beside him on the couch at the sudden hiss and sprinted to the doorway, socks losing friction against the tiled floor and very nearly throwing him onto his face. "What? What happened?"
Kibum turned to him and blinked, cradling his finger in his other hand. "I accidentally splashed some water on me."
Jonghyun was relieved. "Oh."
"Are you okay?" Kibum stepped closer to him, brows knitting to the middle. "Why are you so worried about me cooking?"
"Sorry," he mumbled, "my roommate is kind of… clumsy." He didn't notice that Kibum was approaching until he was right in front of him and his hands were habitually reaching out to hold his waist.
Kibum rested a hand on his chest and kissed him for a second time, the same affectionate kind of brush as before, and Jonghyun smiled as soon as he backed away. It was such an interesting polar opposite to how he was used to kissing Kibum.
"Calm down and go play your game." Kibum patted him once before pushing him back.
Jonghyun obliged, sighing. He took his jacket off as he went, laying it on the back of the couch.
He managed to keep his nervous-wreck tendencies to a minimum and paid actual attention to his game.
In the middle of him failing at picking a lock-he only had thirty lock-picks left, dammit, he couldn't keep breaking them like this-, Kibum sat next to him on the couch.
"Skyrim?" he asked, stirring his noodles in his bowl. "I don't remember you renting this."
"This isn't a rental," Jonghyun said distractedly, leaning forward in concentration. He flicked the joystick sideways just a tad and-the lock pick broke in half. "Dammit! Jinki bought this for my birthday last year."
Kibum nodded and took a slurp of his noodles.
Jonghyun glanced over and grinned at the obnoxious noise he made.
"What?!" Kibum asked, mouth full, a few noodles hanging out of his lips.
"You're a messy eater," he said matter-of-factly, a bit surprised that this was the first time he'd seen him eat in the first place.
"I'm a man, sue me," Kibum said, mouth still full, and then swallowed theatrically.
"Fuck!" Jonghyun broke his tenth lock-pick and almost hurled his controller at the screen.
"You suck at this," Kibum remarked flatly.
"Fuck off, this is a master-level lock," he said, taking offense.
"I can see that, thanks." The blond rolled his eyes. "You're doing it wrong."
"I know what I'm doing," he said through gritted teeth, seething as he broke another fucking pick.
"Let me try." He held out his hand, setting his bowl on his lap.
Jonghyun grudgingly dropped the controller in his hand. He glanced from Kibum to the screen in anticipation, watching his brow furrow in his focus.
"Dammit," he cursed quietly when the pick broke on the first try.
"See?! It's hard!" Jonghyun flapped his arms, as if it would make any difference to his point.
"Hmm," Kibum grunted as he tried again.
Jonghyun tensed up as he waited for the outcome. Kibum was meticulous in his movements, much more patient than Jonghyun was.
"There," he said brightly when the door opened, successfully unlocking it.
Jonghyun's mouth fell open and, trying to retain at least a shred of his pride, he snatched the controller back.
"You seriously play as a wood elf, Jonghyun?" Kibum asked, faux-disappointment in his voice overshadowed by his chuckling.
He sent him a dirty glare. "So what?!"
"That's a girl's character."
"It is not!"
"He looks like Legolas after a shitty tan and failed plastic surgery," he deadpanned.
"Shut up, Kibum," he murmured, walking through the room in the game and thankfully not having to kill anyone. His health was running rather low, but he couldn't remember what happened last in the game to know why.
"Why didn't you pick up those arrows?" he asked, bordering incredulous. "You're an archer, aren't you?"
"And you are eating your ramen, aren't you? Or do you want to play?" he snapped, shooting him a glare.
Kibum held up his hands innocently and made a show of taking another bite.
"Shit," he said under his breath as he came upon a puzzle; he was bad at these puzzles.
"It's snake, whale, whale, eagle," Kibum supplied before a slurp of noodles.
Jonghyun snorted in disbelief, but decided to humor him and try that combination.
When it worked on the first try, he turned towards Kibum in disbelief.
"We have the guide for this at work," he explained, self-satisfied. "I read through it when there's no one in the store."
"Of course you do," he grumbled.
"You should get Borderlands 2." His tone was full of genuine excitement, none of the smugness of before. "I know that one front and back. You could beat it no problem."
"Don't say that, you'll make me fall in love with you," he grunted, barely paying his own response any attention.
Kibum laughed.
"Hello there Internets." Minho waved with a smile. "I really like the shirt you're wearing. The color compliments your skin tone very well. Wow," he feigned being taken aback.
"Welcome to Frog Vlog one-ninety-three. This is going to be a short one, because I'm stuck between unpacking, looking for a job before all the shops close, and studying for my test tomorrow." His tone betrayed how much stress he was under. "Plus I haven't eaten dinner yet. So I'm just stopping by quickly for an update," he said apologetically. "I have a lot to do today.
"Anyway, I'd like to thank all of you for congratulating me on the move or wishing me well. Thank you all for being supportive and understanding." He held up his hands in a heart shape, smiling in a cute, bashful manner.
"Hopefully things will go smoothly from here and you all won't have to hear me whining about my parents so much." He smiled a bit remorsefully.
"Oh, and to all of you who told me I should invite Jonghyun-hyung's roommate over now that I have my own place…" He wagged his finger at the camera, mock-disappointed. "You all have dirty, corrupted minds." He shook his head, and the next words came out quickly in all one breath, "Even though I was thinking the exact same thing but we won't talk about that!"
He smiled. "So, again, thank you for the support, and hopefully by next time I'll have a setup that isn't my living room floor. I'll try to start regularly doing videos as soon as I can, I promise, I'm just trying to get situated here first."
An exhale. "That's it for now. I'll see you all next time." He winked, smiled, and shut the camera off.
"Fuck this game." Jonghyun dropped the controller onto the table in front of him after the third time he got killed in battle, frustration on high. He was remembering why he put the game down for so long, now.
"I can help," Kibum offered, bowl on his lap now empty.
"Don't worry about it," his grumble was bitter. "Give me that."
Kibum handed over the bowl Jonghyun gestured to and stood with him to follow into the kitchen.
Jonghyun set the bowl in the sink, ran some water in it, and then turned around with a heavy sigh.
"Since you gave up Skyrim, what do you want to do now?" Kibum asked, leaning against the counter casually.
He shrugged and, noticing a piece of Kibum's hair that was out of shape with the rest of the waves, reached his hand to brush it back.
Kibum self-consciously touched his hair as soon as he pulled away, patting it down.
"Want to see my room?" he suggested idly, remembering that Kibum had never been in his room for as long as he'd been coming over to his apartment. The couch was their favorite setting. And the door that one time. And the kitchen table. But never Jonghyun's bedroom.
Kibum nodded, going along with it.
"I told you I kept it clean, I don't have to clean it," he said when he pushed open the door.
The blond looked around interestedly at the plain room, a big bed fitted with light blue sheets-the fresh ones-, normal desk, tripod and camera tucked away in the corner. Walls with a few random posters of bands he liked. Definitely nothing special.
"That's your video setup?" Kibum asked, pointing to the neglected-looking tripod and attached camera behind his laptop.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "It's been a while since I recorded anything, so that's why it looks so sad."
"Hmm," Kibum looked at it appraisingly.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing," he sat in Jonghyun's desk chair and spun around once. "My setup is just a lot different in my room."
"So you do record in your room!" He was right all along.
Kibum nodded, fiddling with the camera with careful hands. "It's a lot harder than in the old studio, since there's not as much room. And it looks pretty cheesy."
"I don't think many people are looking at the background when you're dancing in skintight pants, Kibum," Jonghyun said, rolling his eyes.
"Some people might be." He held the camera up and pointed the lens at him, though he wasn't recording. "You never know."
Jonghyun sat down at the end of his bed and uncrossed his arms so he could lean back on his palms. "Do you want to record something?"
"That's inappropriate, Jonghyun," Kibum chided him, glaring at him from over top of the viewfinder.
"What is?!" he asked, worried. He didn't mean anything by what he said-and it wasn't like he and Kibum weren't going to end up doing something by the end of the night anyway.
Kibum deadpanned. "You sit down on your bed, send me this sexy gaze, and suggest we record something. You tell me."
"This isn't a sexy gaze," he pointed to his eyes, leaning forward in demonstration, "this is just my face!"
Kibum laughed and set the camera down on the tripod, securing it carefully.
"And who are you to talk, you're the exhibitionist here, not m-"
"Stand up," Kibum cut him off.
"Why?" Opting for the opposite, Jonghyun recoiled.
"We're going to record something my style."
"Oh no." He immediately began to shake his head. "I don't dance, Kibum, especially not to girl group songs. No way."
Kibum rolled his eyes and tugged him by his wrists. "You can try at least. Come on, it'll be fun. I'll make it an easy one."
"No," he refused, quite serious. He didn't want to humiliate himself like that, not a chance.
"Please?"
"Puppy eyes don't work on me," Jonghyun shook his head. "I'm the king of puppy eyes. Look," he pointed to his eyes and then demonstrated, eyes going wide and innocent, a tint of sadness mixed in.
"Oh god, stop," Kibum held a hand up so he didn't see.
"Don't make me dance, Kibummie," he said, lip jutting out in a pout, voice near a whine. His puppy eyes were on maximum level; there was no way Kibum could refuse them.
"Fine," he gave in with a sigh.
Jonghyun grinned and stood up, façade crumbling. He landed his hand on Kibum's hips and brought his face far too close for comfort.
"I still want to see you dance," Kibum said, seemingly unaffected by their proximity.
"No, you don't," Jonghyun chuckled.
"You can't be that bad."
"I really am."
"I don't believe you."
Jonghyun craned upward and pecked him on the lips, still chuckling. "Believe it."
Kibum grinned. "Is it terrible?"
"Mmhmm," another short kiss.
"Yeah?" Kibum started to laugh quietly as well, and bent down to kiss him in turn.
Jonghyun playfully nipped at his neck and Kibum laughed outright this time, head tipping back.
He was still smiling as he looked down at Jonghyun-Kibum was taller, and Jonghyun was only a little bit resentful of that fact-, but Jonghyun wasted no time in kissing him properly.
Kibum pulled back soon, eyeing Jonghyun curiously.
The older kissed him again, more gently than before.
That seemed to rouse something in Kibum, who tightened his hold on his neck and pressed their lips together deeply, tongues dragging together, lips vibrating from shared hums.
Jonghyun's hands roamed down his back and under his hem, breaching only one layer so his hands were moving over his t-shirt.
When his hands stretched lower and kneaded Kibum's ass over his jeans, he let out a breathy moan into his mouth and broke away not a second later.
"Are we doing this?" Kibum panted, searching Jonghyun's eyes.
"If you want to," Jonghyun said, but the blasé manner in which he spoke contradicted the pounding of his heart in his chest.
"All the way?" he asked, eyes dark.
Jonghyun hesitated for a moment. He'd made a promise to himself long before that he wouldn't sleep with anyone he didn't have feelings for; he'd made that mistake before and he didn't want to go through it once again. He wanted to be with people he actually liked.
But as he looked at Kibum, messy orange hair and parted bow lips, eyes showing rare vulnerability, body pressed so warmly against his, Jonghyun decided yes, Kibum fit the bill.
"Yeah," he answered, and gave Kibum half a second to register the syllable before he kissed him, fingers carding through his hair and cradling his skull as their lips met.
Arms twined around his neck; an elbow dug into his shoulder and a hand knotted in his hair. Fast and fleeting, lips pressed, heads tilted, breaths escaped.
Jonghyun pulled Kibum back to his mattress and they fell against it together, bouncing on the springs. Kibum rolled on top of him and met his eyes for a long, silent moment-the serious, intent look in his eyes made Jonghyun short of breath-before he bent down and kissed Jonghyun, taking the lead to gently pry his chin open with his thumb and run his tongue along his.
The older relaxed onto the sheets, leisurely running his hands under Kibum's shirt and all over his back as he complied with Kibum's deep kiss. He was so warm from wearing the sweatshirt, skin smooth to the touch as ever.
This felt different than before, and it was more than the setting that changed. Moments before-though it was all in one anticlimactic swoop-Jonghyun did realize his feelings for Kibum. To have his mouth moving with Kibum's now, palms mapping out every ridge of his chest with underlying emotion rather than base lust, to be doing this to enjoy it, to increase the intimacy between them, not as a means to an end, was different.
Kibum pulled apart and licked his lips, eyes looking into Jonghyun's.
The older smiled, hands firm on the dip of his waist, and said, "You're really warm," with not a single bit of finesse.
It made Kibum smile nonetheless. He straightened up and slid the double layers of clothing off his body, leaving his chest bare like Jonghyun had seen many times before.
He sat up as well and hooked his hands behind Kibum's thighs, coaxing him to sit in his lap.
Kibum did without reserve, and made haste pulling Jonghyun's shirt off before fitting his arms around his neck.
He was so warm, and Jonghyun wanted to feel every inch of him just like that. He attached his lips to his collarbone and tasted him slowly, dragging his tongue intently; his nose pressed against him and with every inhale, he experienced the overwhelming sweetness of his skin. The weight of his body on his hips made him feel so possessive, his jeans chafing against his stomach; their height difference was made all-too obvious like this, and Jonghyun couldn't bring himself to mind.
His mouth pressed lower until it fit over his nipple, tongue flicking against the nub, his hand running up his side and massaging the other nipple in unison.
Kibum let out a groan and arched his back; his hips shifted on instinct, and Jonghyun's breath caught in his throat.
He grazed his teeth over the hardened nub, rolling the other between his fingers and pinching none-too-gently.
And again, Kibum vocalized the pleasure it was bringing him, voice quiet and rough.
Jonghyun used his free hand to push Kibum's back further into him, friction increasing between their hips, and he grinded upward so Kibum could feel it to.
He could feel Kibum hardening already under his jeans, and Jonghyun… Jonghyun couldn't bear to take this slow anymore.
In one motion, he pulled away from Kibum's chest, hooked an arm around his waist, and flipped them over so Kibum's head was on the pillow and his own body was hovering on top.
Feeling flushed all over, Jonghyun dipped his hips to rub against Kibum's, elbows bent by his head as he kissed him roughly, lips and teeth and tongue and pain and pleasure and he couldn't breathe anymore.
Kibum moaned into his mouth, meeting his hips by rolling his own, grappling at his bare back to pull him closer. His nails hurt when they scraped his skin and it was too good to Jonghyun, too good to hesitate anymore.
He reached between them and undid Kibum's too-tight pants, sliding them all the way off his legs for the first time.
A grin fit across his mouth and he ran his hands down his smooth legs. "You made fun of me for shaving…"
"I wanted to see what it felt like," Kibum defended himself, raising up on his elbows, face redder than usual.
Jonghyun hummed in the back of his throat and lifted Kibum's leg to wrap around his waist. Kibum had such perfect, such sexy legs, toned by dance, muscles solid, thighs thick and appealing. They'd looked good before through his jeans, but nothing compared to how they looked bare, skin pale, lines of his muscles so visible now. He ran his hand from his ankle to his hip, a long, deliberate move, to satisfy every nerve in the tips of his fingers, and bent down to nip Kibum's earlobe. "Feels so nice."
Kibum shivered and Jonghyun couldn't help but mimic it, feeling himself straining in his jeans.
Wasting no time, he shuffled his own jeans off, leaving them both in only their underwear, Kibum's tight boxer briefs and Jonghyun's own loose boxers. Kibum was so stimulating, so provocative lying there, cheeks flushed and chest showing how out of breath he was with every rise and fall.
Jonghyun was growing impatient with himself; he was trying to make this last, but dammit, self-control was waning. He wanted to bite down into Kibum's thighs, to close his lips around his cock that he could see tenting his boxers. He wanted Kibum to scream when he felt Jonghyun rocking in and out of him, wanted those legs wrapped so tightly around him that he couldn't breathe.
He wanted Kibum, every inch of him, to be his. He didn't want to wait any longer.
"Can't wait anymore," he growled, bowing his head into the side of his neck and running his tongue along his racing pulse.
"Then don't," Kibum breathed, hands running through damp hair.
Jonghyun bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, desire spiking with Kibum's words, and he would've flipped him over and taken him right there if he didn't feel Kibum's legs shift against his own and bring him back to Earth.
He sat up and grappled in his bedside drawer for a foil packet and his bottle of lube.
Before he could settle back, Kibum grabbed the sides of his neck and yanked him down, kissing him with every bit of assertive fervor he could, shocking Jonghyun's system into pure wanton lust.
Jonghyun trailed his hands down his chest and hooked them under his underwear to take them off entirely, groaning into Kibum's mouth as he greedily touched his stomach and pinched at his nipple.
"I'm about to fucking lose it," he whispered, voice sounding raw and rough even to himself. He slid off his boxers and grabbed the bottle of lube and the condom.
Kibum was panting as he watched Jonghyun slip into the condom and cover his fingers in lubricant, eyes anticipative.
The older hitched Kibum's leg up to wrap around his waist again; he kept focus on preparing Kibum, gritted his teeth in self-control as his eyes flicked up to Kibum's and saw his neck straining, head pressing hard into the pillow as he inserted the first finger.
Breathing evenly wasn't an option, and pacing himself wasn't either. He was being a little too rough and he would apologize for it later, but he couldn't stop; Kibum was relaxed and compliant, and he'd kept steady as long as he could and now he wanted him so badly, wanted to slide into him and move until Kibum was screaming, until his fingers were white-knuckled in the sheets or clutching onto his biceps. He wanted to be inside him, breathing and sanity be damned.
"Ready?" he asked, meeting Kibum's glazed eyes with his own; it wasn't a rhetorical question but there was only one answer he wanted to hear, lest he have to force himself to wait any longer.
Kibum had been with other men before, so he should understand, Jonghyun thought.
But as soon as his hazy mind caught up to what that implied, his blood burned and he needed him more than ever.
Kibum nodded, and Jonghyun's heart stopped for a half-second.
He slid into Kibum in one smooth motion and let out a ragged moan, the heat of his body almost too much, so tight it was almost painful. The pleasure shot up his spine and he couldn't hold himself up anymore, barely catching himself by planting a hand beside Kibum's head.
Peeling his eyes open, he was met with the most erotic sight of Kibum's brows drawn tight to the middle, mouth swollen, veins in his neck standing out starkly against his skin. Yellow-orange hair was mussed and dusted over his forehead, wet and sticking to his flushed face.
"Fuck, you look so good," Jonghyun panted out powerlessly, arm shaking from effort to keep him up.
Kibum lifted his hands without a word and grabbed the sides of his waist, digging his fingernails into his flesh and making him arch his back against the pain. He moved his hips, shifted the smallest bit, and the burn of pleasure that went through Jonghyun's body was enough to make him snap.
He moved his hips back and forward again, chest heaving from sensation, fingers squeezing Kibum's fleshy thigh to keep it in place around his back for leverage. He forced himself to sit still, feeling the resistance from Kibum's body and thinking he wasn't ready yet.
"More," came the breathy voice beneath him, and when Jonghyun dragged his eyes up to Kibum's face, he was looking at him with hooded, glassy eyes. "More, Jonghyun, please, more."
Jonghyun didn't hold back after that.
His entire body felt like it was on fire and he welcomed the burn without regret, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and rolling down the crevice of his spine and he moved, roughly in and out, hard and fast and unending. Kibum felt so good, so fucking incredible around him, tighter than anyone he'd ever fucked, more reactive and vocal. He got the screams he'd so wanted, and fuck if they weren't the most satisfying sounds he'd heard in his entire life.
Languid moans and wanton whimpers; rough cries and far-gone screams of Jonghyun's name. Fingernails raking down his back and up over his chest. Lips desperately seeking his own, muting noises around an urgent tongue.
His hands moved aimlessly, restlessly; he touched and kissed Kibum everywhere he could reach, laced his fingers with his and trailed his lips up his chest and over his arm to his wrist, bit at his neck, fisted his hands in his hair and moaned into his neck. He couldn't be satisfied, couldn't touch enough of Kibum; he was frantic, desperate, mindlessly running his hands all over him and reverently feeling his every reaction.
Jonghyun met the end of his tether faster than he wanted to; he wished he could have lived like that, stayed in that same faraway state of pleasure for so much longer. He wanted to see Kibum pulling faces of pleasure through bleary eyes for hours on end, wanted to feel the muscles in his legs tensing and relaxing in turn as Jonghyun plowed into his hot, hot body.
His neck stretched upward and he exhaled shakily, pleasure gripping him unforgivingly and wringing him dry. He couldn't see anything at all for a second, vision black with dots of light, body so hot he was forced into shivering; it was too much and not enough, so overpowering that he almost collapsed.
Chest heaving, he managed to catch his breath in desperate gulps and he slid out of Kibum's body.
Kibum was laid out and high-strung; he hadn't finished yet, still half-hard against his stomach.
Jonghyun peeled himself out of the condom and discarded it over the side of his bed before clambering backwards on his hands and knees. Without second thought, he wrapped a hand firmly around Kibum and closed his lips over him, moving relentlessly up and down. And at the same time, he slid two fingers into him, crooking his fingers in search of his spot. This was desperate, without finesse, all tight suction and an insistent tongue acting to bring him to his end.
Kibum arched off the bed in a perfect bow when he found his spot, a cry tearing from deep in his chest.
Jonghyun laved his tongue over the head and flicked his eyes up to meet Kibum's, only to see that his head had fallen back against the pillow and his hands were fisted in the sheets. His fingertips massaged his prostate and it had the effect of making Kibum tremble and whimper, thighs twitching and spreading even wider.
He'd never given head when he was so out of breath before-Jonghyun was panting as he sloppily moved his mouth, fighting his protesting lungs as he tactlessly pleasured Kibum.
Kibum bucked his hips up and Jonghyun didn't stop him. He slid his fingers out and braced his hands on either side of Kibum's hips, relaxing his throat, letting him fuck into his mouth as he pleased. He was lightheaded and only growing more so, breathing harshly through his nose.
Kibum didn't last long then, hips losing rhythm and voice going hoarse around his groans.
When he finished, Jonghyun was quick to swallow as much as he could, the rest dripping down Kibum's spit-slicked length. Jonghyun shivered when he saw it, a sight that was far too pleasing to him.
He sat back on his knees and looked at Kibum for a long, greedy second.
Sweaty, panting, skin flushed, lips swollen, chest rising and falling quickly, pulse jumping in his neck.
Jonghyun bent down to his ear. "You look," he pressed a kiss to the hollow beneath his ear, "so good, Kibum."
Kibum swallowed audibly and opened his eyes. Dark, inky, glassy with satisfaction, more so than Jonghyun had ever seen.
He smiled slightly, arms wrapping around Jonghyun's shoulders to pull him down for a kiss, a slow, languid kiss that was the perfect antithesis to the desperation they'd both experienced. His fingers carded smoothly through his damp hair, and it all just felt so nice.
Jonghyun sighed against his mouth and slid his arms underneath Kibum to embrace him properly.
Kibum broke the kiss when he was out of breath, and Jonghyun nestled his nose into the side of his neck, breathing him in deeply, relishing the moment of calm while it lasted.
After pulling apart, Jonghyun searched beside the bed for their underwear and gave Kibum his while he was pulling his own up. He lifted the sheets and gestured for Kibum to crawl under with him, for a minute of added intimacy if nothing else.
He did like Kibum, after all.
Kibum laid on his stomach, arms crossed under his head, which was turned in Jonghyun's direction.
"You're hard to please, you know," were Jonghyun's opening words, characteristic with his joker smile.
Kibum didn't need further explanation before he buried his face in the crevice of his arms. "Thanks."
Jonghyun laughed and petted his hair tenderly. "I don't mind. I'll work harder next time," he said resolutely, retracting his hand to rest on the pillow beside him.
"Shut up," Kibum groaned, shaking his head.
Jonghyun noticed that his movements were sluggish. "Are you tired?"
Kibum nodded, and then lifted his head from his arms. He searched the walls for a clock and found one, blinking blearily as he read the time.
Jonghyun watched reverently, finding that sleepy Kibum was quickly climbing his list of things he adored.
"It's late already," he murmured, voice touched-out and raw. "I should get home."
"You can sleep over if you want," Jonghyun offered tentatively. The whole "boundaries" issue was cropping up again, as hard as he was trying to keep it buried in the back of his mind behind the mind-numbingly good experience he'd just had. Would Kibum want to spend the night at all with him, he had to wonder? This was an intimate experience for Jonghyun, but was likely nothing more than another night of mindless pleasure to Kibum.
Deliberation crossed Kibum's features. "I have to get to class early tomorrow."
"I can drive you back home in the morning," per usual, the offer was unsure.
A smile curled Kibum's lips and he rested his head on his arms. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Did you want me to say no?" Kibum asked sarcastically, pushing up on his elbows and looking down at the older.
"No," Jonghyun shuffled to sit up and rested his hand on the side of his neck, stroking the skin lightly with his thumb. "But I was afraid you might" went unsaid as he bent down to kiss him again, the same light, tender press as before.
Kibum craned his neck up to reciprocate, exhaling lightly, calmly onto his lips.
Kissing him like this, Jonghyun's thoughts wiped away completely.
Kibum backed away first, tops of his cheeks tinted red from lack of breath.
Jonghyun smiled at him and ran a hand through the back of his hair.
"I need to shower." Kibum made a face of distaste, burrowing further under the covers. "And I need to call my grandma. Where are my pants?"
Jonghyun smiled and bent over to pick them up, knowing he saw them on his side of the bed. He fished out the cellphone and handed it to Kibum. "You can shower now, it's just next door. Use my soap and everything. I'll get you some clothes."
Kibum nodded and slithered out of bed. He dialed his grandmother's number as he was walking-with a slight limp, Jonghyun was all too pleased to see-out of the room.
A half-hour passed and Jonghyun and Kibum were both showered and dressed in pajamas, curled up in his bed. Boundaries disregarded, Jonghyun held the soundly sleeping Kibum to his chest, nose buried in his hair. He smelled like his shampoo and that in itself was exciting to him. For the rest of the night, he forgot about their ambiguous relationship, about the fact that Kibum had been this way with other guys before him, the fact that this could mean nothing at all to Kibum.
For now, he had him Kibum in his arms and the conviction that he really, really liked him pounding in his chest.
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a/n - right, so. the time has come. they did the sex. welp. we all know that's what's important here. XP
but srsly jonghyun playing skyrim in the beginning entertains me more than I can even express. yiss.
anddd uhmmmm. what else. jongkey's being cute again and they need to cut it out.
and I guess that's it c: I hope you liked this chapter c:
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