Camera Shy 12/18
Title: Camera Shy 12/18
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.
Minho's video began with a sigh, though it wasn't one of sorrow. It was one that showed that he was collecting his thoughts before he began.
He waved. "Hi Internets. Welcome to Frog Vlog one-ninety-five, filmed in my new setup in my room. I wish you could see the room personally, Internets. I'd love to have you over sometime." He grinned and gave an exaggerated saucy wink, gesturing in particular to his bed, which was easily seen when he swiveled his high-backed chair to the side. He laughed right after, eyes squinting.
"But, I guess you shouldn't get used to this setup yet," he said contemplatively, fingers playing at his bottom lip. "For two weeks starting tomorrow, I'm not going to be filming here because I-" he paused dramatically, a look of mirth coming across his features, "am going to Jonghyun-hyung's place for winter break!"
He spun side to side in his chair, obvious excitement written all over his face. "I'm really excited. Can you tell?" he poked fun at his own transparency. "I mean, I'm also anticipating starting work when I get back, and of course school is going to be a ton harder to keep up with once I have the responsibility of studying, working, making videos, and taking care of myself. This is still something new to me, and I feel like maybe it's not the best timing for me to get settled here for a few days, only to leave again for two weeks.
"But! That being said, I'm absolutely not going to pass up an opportunity like this. You guys know, I've said it plenty, that I've never even seen Jonghyun-hyung in person. He's my best friend in the entire world, has been for years, and I've never seen his weirdo face outside of a picture, or a webcam. To be actually meeting him-well not meeting him, I guess, since I already know everything about the guy. To be seeing him, finally… I don't know." He cocked his head, eyes narrowing in thought. A smile danced at the corners of his lips. "It feels like we're validating something here."
He quickly tried to explain himself. "That's not to say that our friendship wasn't 'valid' before, of course. I just… There's definitely something entirely different about knowing someone online versus in real life. It's like you know they're tangible, that they're real people, but you don't get to experience it. You never get to… I don't know. High-five them, or hug them, or even punch them on the arm. When they're having a bad day, you don't get to come over and comfort them. When they're hungry, you can't go on a midnight fast food run. When they're in a great mood, you don't get to be there to celebrate it with them." He ended his string of examples with a shrug.
"Again, it's not to say that online friends are pointless, or wrong, or boring. I can sit on webcam with Jonghyun-hyung for hours, and it's like being in the same room with him. It's just different, to know someone through a camera and not in person."
Minho smiled at the camera, chapped lips stretching out. "I feel like it's a really great privilege, for me to be going to see him after all this time. We've had these years and years to build up our friendship, to work around the aspect of being around each other physically. To be able to break those boundaries-time, distance, authority-, it's like we're doing something great here."
His tender smile turned embarrassed and he looked down at his desk for a moment. "Also, I think it goes without saying that I'm anticipating seeing his roommate in person, too. If it's one thing to be best friends online, it's another entirely to fall for someone through a screen. I won't uh-" He pushed his hair back in his nervous habit. "I won't get into all of it right now, because it's embarrassing and sappy and I'm sure none of you want to hear me gush about him again." He grinned shamelessly.
"But, I definitely am looking forward to seeing him, too. It's a little overwhelming, if I sit and think about it, that I get to be with both of them at once. My social anxiety hasn't acted up about it yet, which is good. I think it's because I already know them both; just because I'm seeing them doesn't mean I'm meeting them for the first time. At least, that's how I'm trying to rationalize it to myself." He smiled and pieced his fringe in front of his eyes before brushing it back.
"I'm sure I'm going to be awake all night tonight because I'll be insanely nervous about it. I don't think it's quite hit me yet that tomorrow, in less than…" he checked the clock at the corner of his screen, "less than nineteen hours, I'll be in their apartment. I'll be staying there for two entire weeks. Eating meals with them, playing video games… all of that. If there's one thing I'm not looking forward to, it's sleeping on their couch, for reasons that include Jonghyun-hyung's… endeavors." He wrinkled his nose.
"Aside from that, I can only imagine that everything is going to be perfect. Even if we don't go do anything exciting, if we do nothing but sit in the living room all day, I can feel that it'll be so great. So, so great. The idea of being in the same room as one or both of them… I really can't wait."
His grin widened considerably, corners of his eyes crinkling. "And they're both excited to see me, too. They told me so, and I'm at least eighty percent sure neither of them were faking it. So, there's that. Knowing that I'm wanted there, that the anticipation I'm feeling is shared with both of them, that's pretty great, too."
A strained, awkward chuckle escaped his lips. "Talking about it is starting to make me nervous." An exhale, and he began once more. "I'm all packed up, and I'm pretty sure I'm not forgetting anything too important. At least I hope I'm not…" Worry started to play across his features and his hand rose to habitually comb through the length of his hair.
"Okay, I'm starting to psych myself out. I need to go. Moral of the story: I'm really, really excited to go see them tomorrow."
Minho grinned more widely than in the entire video. "Bye, Internets. Wish me luck with tomorrow!" He winked, but there was little difference made, his smile causing his eyes so squint up as it was. It was cute nonetheless.
Jonghyun sipped lazily at his iced coffee, straw evading his lips, tongue coming out of his mouth to retrieve it. After a second of sucking in the cold, sweet beverage, brain freeze took over and he pressed the heels of his hands to his temples, face screwing up in pain.
"Are you concentrating on something?" came the familiar voice he'd been waiting for.
He shook his head, still without opening his squeezed-shut eyes.
"Brain freeze?" Kibum asked, sitting down in the seat across from Jonghyun.
He nodded miserably, the effects agonizingly slowly wearing off.
"Why'd you get a cold drink in the middle of winter?"
Jonghyun opened his eyes and couldn't hold back a smile when he saw Kibum dressed casually across from him, blue hoodie pulled over his orange hair, making it look much brighter than usual. He scooted the extra cup, the beverage that he'd asked for when they agreed to meet up at this café, across the table. He got distracted and thus never answered his question, but Kibum didn't seem to mind.
"I have the money to repay you," Kibum dug around in his pocket.
Jonghyun held up his hand to stop him. "It wasn't expensive, you don't have to." Again, his unending desire to spoil the people he was fond of prevailed.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded, dipping his head down for another drink.
"Thanks," Kibum said before taking a sip of his own warm latte.
Jonghyun smiled around his straw.
"Why'd you want to come here?" Kibum looked at him with curiosity rather than his usual sarcasm and judgment.
"I wanted a drink," Jonghyun said, only partially the reason. In actuality, he wanted to see Kibum outside of his apartment or the video store; wanting a drink was a shitty excuse to invite Kibum out, not to mention that it was only a date in his own eyes, but it was close enough for Jonghyun. Every time they were in a private area, they ended up screwing in matter of half an hour-it was fact; they'd made an excuse to see each other almost every day the past week, and each time, their self-control threshold was about thirty minutes before they were naked on Jonghyun's bed-, and while that was undoubtedly an awesome way to spend their time and he didn't want that to end, he also wanted to sometimes see Kibum with clothes on, smiling and laughing and making fun of him in a setting that wasn't his workplace.
It all boiled down to the fact that he wanted to date Kibum, to do this the right way, but didn't want to get too ahead of himself too fast by asking to do so.
"Want to come over after this?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the sides of his cup and looking at him hopefully.
"I told you I'm busy on Thursdays," Kibum reminded him, cocking a brow.
"Oh yeah, today is your recording day, huh?" he cursed himself mentally.
Kibum nodded.
"Well today is the last day before Minho gets here," he pouted, more to himself than anything. His lips were still around his straw, words muffled around it.
"Oh, right," Kibum said distantly, pulling his hood down (it was warm in this café, no need for it) and fixing his hair.
"It's not that I don't want to see you or anything," Jonghyun explained, though he didn't see why Kibum wouldn't understand already, "but this is the first time I'm ever getting to see my best friend in person, you know? It's two weeks and then he's gone again, and I want to take advantage of that."
"Yeah, I understand," he shrugged. "You don't have an obligation to me as it is; you don't need to worry about it."
Jonghyun looked down at the table and forced another sip down his thick throat.
"Do you want to come to my place?" Kibum suggested the alternative rather unsurely. "I still have to record, but you can sit in there with me, I guess. It won't take long."
Jonghyun brightened instantly. "Can I?"
"If you want," Kibum tried to hide his smile by taking a drink, but Jonghyun still saw the way his lips curled at the corners as he pressed them to the opening in the top of the cup.
"Okay," he sat up straighter, mood lifted.
"You can't distract me, though," he stated the condition of the visit, "I really do have to film it today. It'll only take… half an hour. Maybe more, but not much."
"It's okay," Jonghyun grinned, "I have my laptop with me, I can manage to sit quietly while you're busy."
Kibum smiled, and this time he didn't even bother trying to hide it.
"You look cute today," Jonghyun didn't quite blurt out the statement, but it definitely wasn't a premeditated thought. He was naturally quite blatant about his thoughts, and seeing Kibum all pink lips with the geometric-patterned hoodie and hair that looked quite relaxed, not as wavy as usual, made him say it.
"Thanks," he took the comment without the usual reserve or skepticism, smile only growing. "You look very handsome today. That's a nice jacket."
Jonghyun beamed and instinctively pulled at the sleeves of his favorite leather jacket. That was the first time he could recall receiving a genuine compliment from Kibum, one not laced with bitterness or sexual frustration.
Kibum broke the peaceful reverie between them, silent aside from quiet background music and the sound of their respective slurping, "Did you drive here?"
He nodded. "Want to ride back?"
"Yeah," Kibum made to stand, finishing the last drink of his latte.
Jonghyun followed suit, and then led Kibum out of the café to the parking lot.
Having been in his car before several times when Jonghyun picked him up from work and brought him to his apartment, Kibum wasn't reserved about getting in and making himself comfortable by choosing a music station.
Jonghyun didn't mind. Any music was okay to him, and he looked forward to few times that Kibum would get so distracted in the car and not realize he was singing along. His singing voice was like his speaking voice: deep and strong and unreserved. Jonghyun liked it quite a lot.
"Are you wearing that to record?" Jonghyun asked when they were about halfway there, the question nagging at him with every glance in Kibum's direction.
Kibum laughed aloud. "No, not this. I have stuff to change into when I get home."
"Can I watch?" Jonghyun teased, sending him a grin.
Ever-unashamed before the fact, Kibum shrugged coolly. "I won't say no."
Having grown used to his shy demeanor after any sort of sexual contact between them, Kibum's tendency to say such provocative things caught Jonghyun off guard.
He swallowed thickly, and the smirk Kibum grew told him he noticed.
"Are you sure you'll be able to handle being in the room with me while I record?" he asked, an edge of seriousness in his teasing.
"I'll be fine," Jonghyun said, lying through his teeth. It started to dawn on him that he could barely handle watching Key's videos with his sanity intact; there was no hope if it was really Kibum dancing right in front of him.
"I'm serious, you can't distract me," Kibum warned, "I take this seriously, you know."
"I know, I know," Jonghyun parked the car in front of Kibum's house and got out.
Before he could be the gentleman and open the door for Kibum, he got out himself. His opportunity was always ruined by Kibum's independence.
"Stay quiet," Kibum said as he fished his key out of his hoodie pocket, "my grandma is probably sleeping."
Jonghyun nodded, excitement bubbling in his veins; this was the first time he was going inside Kibum's house.
The blond pushed open the door carefully and beckoned Jonghyun up the staircase (Jonghyun didn't have much time to sightsee, but his overall impression was that Kibum's house was nice, well-kept and neat). The upstairs was comprised of only one room: Kibum's bedroom.
Jonghyun's eyes darted all around as soon as the door opened, taking in every inch with interest. It actually reminded him a lot of his own room: clean, relatively plain. He remembered then that it hadn't been long that Kibum lived here, so he probably hadn't made the space quite his own yet.
The room was quite large, with a big open space by the far wall. The wood flooring undoubtedly made it easy to dance in there.
Kibum's camera was already on the tripod, set up far away from his space to get the proper frame. He imagined that it was difficult to get his entire body on camera, considering that he was pretty tall.
"You can sit at the desk with your laptop, if you want," Kibum suggested, tossing his keys on the bed-fitted with a pastel green duvet cover-and crossing to his dresser.
Jonghyun obliged; the desk was on the wall behind the camera, so he would have his back turned to Kibum while he danced, if he decided he didn't want to watch. It was a fat chance, of course, but still an option.
Kibum rummaged around in a drawer and pulled out his choice outfit; from what Jonghyun could see, the pants were both silver and metallic, and the top consisted of a white tank top and a flimsy gray vest.
He was already dreading this.
"I've never seen those pants before," he said, unable to stop a pained note from seeping into his words.
"They're new," Kibum said, sounding quite pleased with himself.
"Great," he said flatly.
"Have you really seen that many videos that you have my wardrobe memorized?" Kibum grinned at him.
Jonghyun recoiled defensively, not offering an answer.
He shrugged and batted his eyes at Jonghyun faux-innocently. "Don't answer, it's okay. I'll go through your internet history later and find out."
Jonghyun immediately grabbed his bag and hugged it protectively to his chest. "No way."
Kibum laughed and rolled his eyes. Without waiting another second, he pulled his hoodie over his head along with the t-shirt underneath.
Jonghyun inhaled sharply, not anticipating to see Kibum shirtless so quickly. He thought he'd get at least a little bit of a warning.
He replaced the top quickly with his choice dance clothes.
"You know, most dancers I see wear baggy shirts and sweatpants," Jonghyun began, watching greedily as Kibum's hands unfastened his jeans, "I think you're just showing off."
"I am," Kibum said unashamedly. "I'm pretty sure no one would watch all the way through if I was wearing baggy sweats. I'm not that great of a dancer." He punctuated his words with a shrug, pulling his jeans down his thighs, slowly and purposefully.
"I think you're a great dancer," Jonghyun said, but his focus was mostly lost on the sight of Kibum's naked legs, smooth-shaven as usual. This was definitely a test of Jonghyun's self-control, watching him undress and having to stay seated.
"Thanks," Kibum mumbled, and stepped into the silver pants. They were tight, tighter than even his usual pants, and it was only by generously swaying his hips that he was able to get them all the way up.
"You're killing me," Jonghyun groaned aloud.
Kibum laughed lowly. "You don't have to watch me, you know. Being a voyeur is purely your choice."
"You're the one taking off your pants in front of me," Jonghyun said accusingly.
Again, all Kibum had as an answer was a laugh. Fully dressed, he walked to his computer and turned on some music, an upbeat dance song.
"This isn't a girl group," Jonghyun pointed out as soon as it started.
Kibum rolled his eyes and stood in the middle of the open space, legs spread wide. "I'm stretching."
"You stretch in those clothes? Won't they rip?"
Kibum shrugged as he bent down to stretch his leg. "These are stretchy. I tried them on in the store. But I have had pants rip before and it kind of sucks." A few beats, and he switched sides. "If I don't stretch with these on, it's like dancing wearing cardboard."
It made sense, once Jonghyun thought about it. He never considered the thought that had to go into these dances other than practicing the choreography.
"I hope you realize you're making me nervous," Kibum said some thirty seconds later, moving on to sit in a straddle on the ground.
"I am?" Jonghyun was surprised-and a bit pleased-by the sudden statement.
"No one has ever watched me record other than Taemin," he explained.
That roused curiosity in Jonghyun, and a tiny part of him felt very, very pleased that he was the first other than Kibum's much-younger companion to see him do this in person. "Does anyone you know offline know that you dance?"
Kibum shook his head. "Only Taemin."
"Didn't you say you were involved in the performing arts at school, though?"
Kibum looked up from touching his nose to his knee with an amused grin. "Jonghyun, I make videos of racy girl group dances. That's not exactly 'art.'"
Jonghyun supposed that made sense, too. "Why do you make them? The videos, I mean."
The blond brought his legs together and reached to touch his toes. Looking up at Jonghyun, he shrugged. "I like to. I like dancing and I like the flashy girl dances. And you know I'm an exhibitionist, so it all fits together."
He nodded in interest.
Kibum stood up and rolled his shoulders back a few times to loosen them; he then did the same with his neck, a move that had Jonghyun forcibly reminding himself that he was having a civil conversation and shouldn't focus on the way his neck looked like that. "I'm not doing it for some specific reason. I have fun with them, so I don't see why I should stop."
Once more, all Jonghyun could do was nod. Kibum was so interesting.
"I'm starting now, so don't make any noise, okay?" Kibum walked to his camera and turned it on. "Don't distract me."
Jonghyun nodded obediently, making a show of shutting his mouth.
Kibum smiled at him sweetly-Jonghyun wasn't anticipating that reaction, expecting something more like him rolling his eyes-and pressed record.
One more stop at his laptop to start the song on a timer, and Kibum was fully focused. He carefully got to his knees in the middle of the shot.
The song began, and tension in the room immediately rose.
The opening moves consisted of Kibum running his hands up his thighs and over his chest-eyes already hooded, and then rolling his neck, shoulder in sync with the movement-, all while radiating the same sex appeal as in the last video. The difference now was that Jonghyun could literally feel the tension crawling over his skin as he tried to keep himself calm.
It didn't get any better once Kibum stood up, choreography, music, and lyrics only getting racier from there. Sharp, feisty moves were punctuated by drawn-out swaying hips and hands running down his neck, down his chest, down to his waistband.
And then he was on the ground again and-oh fuck-he was shaking his shoulders provocatively, on his hands and knees. It got worse when he kicked his leg out, sliding on the ground and then turning backward to bounce on his knees, up and down in a smooth rhythm, hand trailing down his chest slowly.
This was the most indecent dance Kibum had ever done, hands down. Jonghyun was frozen in place, no less than numb watching him.
When he thought it couldn't get worse, it did. With the chorus came hip thrusts-were girl groups even allowed to do hip thrusts?-and neck rolls, and Jonghyun understood why his hair was more relaxed than usual when he took note of how it swished with every movement of his head. He wasn't sure what to watch, in inner turmoil because his legs in those pants, but at the same time his hand was resting on his fucking crotch, and on top of that his lips were pulled into a smirk and his eyes were heavily lidded and-oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck-he wasn't looking at the camera at all, his eyes met directly with Jonghyun's.
Jonghyun was holding his breath in attempt to stay calm.
Kibum had claimed that having him in the room made him nervous, but goddamn, it didn't show now. It seemed to have the opposite effect, if nothing else. His cockiness was higher than ever, magnetism the same. The look in his eyes when he looked at Jonghyun was an exact replica of the dark look in his eyes while Jonghyun fucked him; that in itself made his stomach turn with anticipation.
Suddenly Kibum was standing with his legs bent and spread, hips popping and then rolling, hands moving from above his head to behind his head and then he was legitimately grabbing his crotch, fingers laced into each other, smirk more mischievous then than any time before.
Jonghyun crossed his legs, swallowing thickly once he managed to close his mouth, jaw having fallen open as he watched Kibum grope himself as a "dance move." This couldn't be allowed; this had to be some sort of ruse.
Smooth, sensual body rolls came after that, more of Kibum's palms moving intently over his chest and down his flat stomach. His jacket fell down and bared one of his shoulders, and he made no move to fix it.
Jonghyun was dying.
It all repeated after that, all of the moves that made him short of breath the first time coming back to haunt him.
Kibum saw the way it affected him. He was undoubtedly flushing, and crossing his legs didn't do much to hide the fact that he was growing hard in his jeans.
So, to address his current state of suffering, Kibum winked.
He fucking winked at him.
Jonghyun was sure he'd never been more stressed in his life.
And Kibum was enjoying that much immensely.
His high-strung state didn't improve from there; after the repeat of the choreography, there was more methodical hip shaking, more shoulder shaking-his collarbones stuck out so starkly from his skin when he did them, and Jonghyun wanted to bite them-, more body waves-god, how good that body felt under him-, more dips to the ground followed by hands dragging up the insides of his thighs-smooth, fleshly, milky thighs that looked so fucking good in those metallic pants.
And even more of Kibum's cocky, self-satisfied smile that made his sex appeal skyrocket.
It ended with the chorus, the crotch-grabbing thrusts that made Jonghyun sweat, and then more provocative posing. With the final note, Kibum was standing still, hand on his hip, jacket hanging off his shoulders. He was grinning worse than ever, looking so fucking smug that Jonghyun didn't know what to do with himself or the throbbing in his jeans.
It was past the point of wanting to fuck Kibum blind from seeing him perform all of that; the combination of the thrusts, so sharp and precise, hips rolling into his hand, and the up-and-down movement on the ground, and the arrogant, commanding expression on his face brought Jonghyun past wanting to fuck Kibum and to wanting Kibum to fuck him.
How good did he have to be, with the way those hips moved?
Fuck, Jonghyun wanted him more than he could fathom.
The tension was cut by the panting Kibum moving from his ending pose and approaching the camera to stop recording.
Jonghyun watched his every move carefully; up close, he could see the beads of sweat on his chest and on his arms, and the amount of desire he had to taste his skin, to run his lips and his tongue all over him, was unexplainable.
Kibum glanced over at him with the same cocky expression as before, this time mixed with resolve.
Jonghyun didn't know what to do with himself anymore. Kibum looked like he was about to fucking consume him, and he was ready for that.
He took the camera off the tripod and handed it to the dazed Jonghyun before bending down and placing his hands on his shoulders, one knee bending over him in the space the chair allowed.
Kibum panted against Jonghyun's neck and he shivered uncontrollably, his body heat mixing with his own until he felt like he was going to explode.
"You probably shouldn't-" he broke off, head lolling lifelessly to the side, when Kibum sharply grinded his hips into Jonghyun's, the sensation against his trapped erection so much that he stopped thinking.
Kibum cradled his head and attached his mouth to his neck, biting down on the skin and then soothing it with his hot tongue.
Jonghyun couldn't touch him with the camera still in his hands; he wondered vaguely why he had the camera in the first place, if it stopped him from running his hands all over Kibum's sweat-dampened skin.
It was all too abruptly that Kibum climbed off him, but he didn't have time to complain before Kibum was on his knees in front of him, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans.
And then it dawned on Jonghyun that Kibum wanted him to record this.
And he… wasn't opposed to that.
Kibum had his boxers pulled down-he almost whined in relief, so hard it was starting to hurt-when Jonghyun pressed record, and upon seeing the dot of red light, he looked up and grinned.
He licked his lips, Jonghyun inhaled in attempt to steady himself, and then his mouth was pressed to the head, slowly sliding around him.
Jonghyun's lids fell shut and he exhaled a shuddering breath, hand faltering in trying to keep steady enough to film Kibum like he wanted. He brought his other hand up to hold the camera in place as well, looking through the viewfinder to make sure he was capturing those kitten lips spread thin around his cock.
It felt so good it almost ached, the heat of Kibum's mouth moving up and down, so languidly that it made his head spin, tongue playing along every ridge. His legs fought to spread wider and he wished he'd taken his pants off entirely when he couldn't; he was breathing heavily, more heavily than Kibum even though minutes before he'd done an entire dance from beginning to end without pausing even once, his nerves alive.
"Fuck, Kibum," he groaned out, pleasure racking his shoulders and shooting up his spine when the blond's tongue darted out and pressed flat against the underside, dragging up to the head purposely to drive Jonghyun crazy.
His eyes opened and he looked up at Jonghyun, eyes boastful on their own; he knew how good this felt to Jonghyun, to have his mouth doing this.
He slid off and steadied his dick in his hand. Keeping full eye contact with Jonghyun, Kibum swirled his tongue around the head-he was so fucking shameless, so obscene, and it only added to the burning desire for Kibum to fuck him-and he lapped up the dripping fluid like a kitten with milk.
Jonghyun was shaking; this video wouldn't be a good one to look back on, the cameraman inept at holding still and too far-gone to care. It was too good, this indecent, blinding pleasure.
His hips angled up, silently begging for Kibum to take more. An adamant sector of Jonghyun's mind wanted so badly for Kibum to choke on him, to take him in too far too fast, for him to cough and sputter, cheeks turning red from embarrassment and lack of oxygen.
"Choke on it, Kibum," he growled out before rationale could tell him not to.
Kibum glanced up at him and slid his mouth off his dick altogether.
Jonghyun took the moment to try to take a full breath and calm his active nerve endings, the rush of adrenaline going through him.
Kibum licked his lips and, without a word, bent down over his dick, took him in to the hilt.
And just as Jonghyun asked for, he choked.
His throat tightened and spasmed around him and Jonghyun pushed up into the wet heat even further, this so fucking good that he had to take advantage while it lasted, because he knew it wouldn't last long. His head lolled back and he breathed through a dry mouth.
Kibum slid off, a spit string attaching his lips to his rock-hard cock, saliva dripping down his chin as his mouth hung open. He wasn't coughing, and he wasn't embarrassed, but what Jonghyun got was more than he expected in the first place: the panting and the shiny lips and the bleary eyes were perfect.
"Fuck, you're so good," Jonghyun held the camera tightly in one hand, the other coming down to pet his hair; he could see his own hand trembling.
Kibum took him once more, sucking hard on the head-the noise it made was so fucking dirty-, and he hummed around him, the vibrations crackling through his entire system.
Jonghyun's fingers fisted in his hair, self-control barely keeping him from shoving his head down to take him in so deep again.
He wouldn't have had a chance even if he wanted to. It took little more than a few methodical licks to his veins and a hand pumping the base for Jonghyun to finish in his mouth, letting out a guttural moan and barely holding the camera up properly with the way his head fell back, wholly lifeless as the pleasure took over.
When his eyes opened and his neck steadied itself, Kibum was licking his cum off his lips and smiling the same arrogant smile, and that wrung Jonghyun out more, feeling like his veins were flattened out and running dry.
With shaky hands, he stopped the video.
"Good?" Kibum asked, climbing back up near his face, single word haughty beyond belief.
"I want you to fuck me so bad," he said without reserve, voice throaty and rough.
Kibum looked taken aback for a moment, but then his lips spread in a roguish grin. "I can do that."
"Isn't your grandma here?" he asked, memory crossing his mind for the first time since he'd gotten up here. Over the buzzing in his ears, he faintly heard music still playing, the same song on repeat.
That only caused his smile to turn nastier. "Looks like you have to stay quiet."
Jonghyun couldn't take it anymore. He stood and grabbed Kibum's wrist, dragging him to the bed. He set the camera on the nightstand and pressed "record" a second time, knowing from Kibum's pointed gaze at the electronic that that was what he wanted.
Kibum stripped down for the second time in front of Jonghyun, but Jonghyun didn't have time to admire his figure when he was doing the same.
The blond fished a condom and lube from a stash under his bed, and Jonghyun scrambled on the pillows and turned over to let him settle between his legs. He was too impatient for foreplay; he wanted to touch Kibum but it was so much more important in that moment to be on his hands and knees for the blond.
What was he even doing, he had to wonder. He was about to bottom for this younger guy, the one who he'd watched do a girl group dance in provocative clothes, the one who blew him on camera.
That sounded fine to him.
Kibum was quiet in bed, he'd learned, so it was ever without warning that he worked his fingers into him, one after the after without ample time in between to prepare him, leaving Jonghyun to strain his neck and pant and force himself to relax. It'd been a while, but he couldn't remember wanting it more than he did then.
It felt like all at once that Kibum was inside him, filling him up and shooting pain up his spine that he so welcomed.
He arched his back against the pain and buried his head into the pillows-fuck, they smelled like Kibum and it was so good, so overwhelmingly good-, fingers clawing at the sheets. He could feel the camera glaring at him, the red dot mocking; this was getting immortalized on video, this undignified side of him.
With only heavy breathing and a hand running down his spine as signal, Kibum started moving.
Jonghyun bit down hard on the pillow to hold back no less than a scream; his felt like his jaw was going to crack, pleasure burning through his very bones.
Kibum was better than he imagined.
He was trembling, forcing himself to stay quiet; Kibum was thrusting so roughly, so relentlessly. He didn't think he could move like that, not that forcefully, but he was not disappointed by it. This was perfect. So damn perfect.
"J-Jonghyun," Kibum stuttered out his name and bent over without stopping, biting down on his shoulder while his fingernails dug into the skin of his waist, one hand mapping out the ridges of his stomach.
"Close-" was all Jonghyun could say; he'd already hardened again and was nearing the end of his rope; his hand closed around his dick and started pumping in time with Kibum's thrusts. His head turned and he looked into the camera lens briefly, panting and licking dry lips; he must've looked so desperate, so strung out and gone.
"Yeah," Kibum panted into his neck, speeding up even further.
Jonghyun gasped when he felt Kibum hit his spot dead-on, spine stiffening.
"There?" Kibum asked into his ear.
"There, Kibum-there-" he panted, and let out an unbecoming cry when Kibum's teeth grazed the sensitive skin on the back of his neck.
"Quiet," Kibum reminded him, voice low and strained, laying flush against his back and wrapping his arm fully around his waist.
"S-sorr-ah-" his voice broke off in a low whine as Kibum hit his spot over and over, orgasm hitting him as abruptly.
He coated his hand with his release and slumped lifelessly into the pillow, feeling weak and overstimulated all over after finishing twice.
Kibum came tumbling after him only seconds later, his drawn-out moan wet against Jonghyun's neck, tongue lazily lapping at his sweaty skin.
They breathed in tandem for a moment, winded and unmoving.
It was Kibum who first had the sense to turn off the camera, and only then did Jonghyun realize fully that he'd been fucked on film.
He buried his head once more in the pillows.
I can't believe I just did that.
Kibum wasn't gentle still as he pulled out, and cooed a "sorry" when he saw Jonghyun flinch in pain. He peeled the condom off and discarded it, then turned over to his back beside Jonghyun.
The older loved how he looked post-orgasm, eyes glassy and satisfied, cheeks flushed.
With more than a bit of shock, he realized he hadn't kissed him at all that day, not even once.
So he took care of that right then, bending down to drag his lips indolently along Kibum's. Kibum kissed back just as tenderly, lips moving against his with the same gentle pressure. Soft brushes of tongue between lips and mouths melted with each other marked their sweet moment indulging in the afterglow; Jonghyun's fingers trailed along Kibum's temple and down his neck, and Kibum sighed into his mouth, shoulders shuddering when he touched his sensitive spots. So tender, so intimate, Jonghyun kissed him like he deserved after sleeping together. Immeasurably gratifying registers of Kibum's mouth still tasting like Jonghyun's release made the older's chest swell with happiness, and if he could kiss Kibum like this every day, all the time, then he felt he would be happy with it.
Kibum pulled back first, head falling onto the pillow. He smiled, the same sweet expression as earlier, equally as unexpected.
Equally as effective in making Jonghyun fall for him even more.
He tried to be sneaky coming into his apartment later that night after cleaning himself up a bit and indulging in kissing Kibum some more, lazy, unhurried, basking in the afterglow. He told himself it was a way to tell him goodbye, his own personal way of making up for the two weeks to come without him.
The plan didn't work in his favor, however.
As soon as he walked in, Jinki saw him from the table and his eyebrows rose.
Jonghyun immediately grew defensive, though he was still too starry-eyed and in the state of I can't believe I just did that to pull it off.
"Well you don't look like you just fucked that Kibum guy at all," Jinki said sarcastically, tapping his pencil on his book.
"He fucked me, but good guess, hyung." Jonghyun didn't realize how embarrassing those words were until they were out of his mouth.
Jinki's brows shot up his forehead.
Jonghyun chose to ignore him, hide his blush by turning his face, and go to shower.
As incredulous as he was about the whole endeavor-flashes of Kibum's played in his head over and over, along with the sight of his mouth around his cock-, the sharp twinge in his spine was proof enough that, yes, it did happen.
And no, Jonghyun couldn't bring himself to do much else but smile impishly at the realization.
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a/n - before I get into my feels for this chapter, I there's been some confusion about last chapter: taemin never said that kibum is 17. he said that seventeen is too young to have a friends-with-benefits sort of relationship, which was how old key was when he lost his virginity. he didn't say that kibum is currently 17, just that he was seventeen when he had a casual relationship before.
OKAY now that that's cleared up. so I will always regard this as the most important chapter of the whole story. because, fun fact, it is the chapter that made me want to write the story at all. if you know me at all, you should know that seeing key dance dr. feel good (which is what he danced, if you didn't get that XP) is literally my ultimate wish in life.
BUT NO THERE'S MORE. then he turns on the damn camera and blows AND THEN TOPS jonghyun. like HOW RELEVANT IS THAT??? I feel like it's not gonna be as big a deal to a lot of people as it is to me. but it's so relevant to my interests, you can't even imagine. juliette!key topping sherlock!jonghyun. hot damn. and then they're all sweet and cute afterward like wow guys you need to quit. my heart can't take it.
in other news, minho is coming over next chapter!!! whoooo!!!!! who's excited?? I know I am. omg. my baby frog prince is so nervous and kjfldsajfdslajfdsla yes I love it. he gets to see jonghyun and ALSO JINKI. yes good. I am excite.
okay. I guess that's it. just let it be known with this a/n that this is the MOST IMPORTANT chapter. in my heart at least. yiss. so I hope you liked it too ^^
I'll see you wednesday c:
kat
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