that's not in the script (1/1)
title: that's not in the script (1/1)
pairing: jongyu
rating: nc-17
word count: 3422
summary: in which jonghyun is in the school play and jinki really can't keep his eyes off him.
note: dedicated to my beautiful beta bling_asaur
shout out to ma homeboiis owlus and ma 13 year old oppa (qurl u know who u r) saranghae!!!!!!!!
you'll prob recognize this from a vid and well ya no plagiarism intended
Jinki tries to tear his eyes away from the rehearsal - or more importantly, Jonghyun. He really does, figures that if he can completely immerse himself in this totally intricate painting of a tree then maybe he won’t really notice how shiny Jonghyun’s hair looks today, how expressive his face is when he’s playing his role, the sweet way his lips twist around the fairly complicated plot.
Jinki’s seen the actors in the school play tumble through this particular scene at least five times, and every time - every single time without fail - he can’t help the sick, twisted feeling in his gut when Jonghyun’s lips press against hers. Taeyeon is her name, by the way, freshman and his best friend extraordinaire, which is what makes it so fucking wrong too.
And no, just to make it crystal, it’s not Taeyeon he wants. Hell, Jinki wishes that it was Taeyeon, because then at least he wouldn’t feel so disgusted by himself from time to time. But no, no of course it’s not as simple as that.
Jonghyun stutters, trying to remember his lines and Jinki doesn’t even realise, too focused of the way his lips move rather than the sound they make.
“Cut!” The director screams, cuts into Jinki’s thoughts. His body jerks from fright, his hand accidently striping a nice green line down the bark of the cardboard. The colour meshes with the wet paint (he had just finished the bark) and Jinki sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Jinki’s more surprised at the fact that he still gets surprised when the director screams, because according to how Taeyeon delicately put it, Jonghyun is a ‘stupid fucking idiot who can’t pay attention for shit’.
Jinki really has got to start paying attention to painting trees, rather than imagining painting Jonghyun with his cum.
“Jonghyun you have got to remember your lines! This is the fifth time we’ve went through this scene! Learn. Your. Lines.” the director warns him and rubs her temples. “Okay, rehearsal’s done for today. Same time tomorrow,” she says and stalks off out of the theatre.
Taeyeon catches up to Jinki as he’s slinging his bag higher over his shoulder, “How are you getting home? Do you need a ride?”
“I’ve got my dad’s car. Thanks, though.” Jinki pats her on the arm as they fall into step with each other towards the direction of the exit.
“Taeyeon, hey!” Jinki blindly turns around to the sound and Jonghyun is running up to them, stupid lazy grin on his lips as he stops in front of them. “Fancy giving me a ride?”
Taeyeon’s jaw tightens. “Of course not, dickwad, my lips are practically bruised because of you! Learn your fucking lines!!” She smacks him on the chest and groans, “Ugh, you’re so embarrassing. I’ll see you later, Jinki.” She rubs a soothing circle on his back and fires daggers at Jonghyun before she stomps out the exit.
Jonghyun slumps against the wall, a frown wrinkling his forehead as he pulls his phone from his pocket and Jinki lingers, teetering on the line of selfish and helpful.
“Do you, uh…” Jinki mumbles, eyes on his feet, “Do you want me to take you home?” He looks up and Jonghyun does too, lips spreading to a grin.
“Yeah, man, that’d be great.”
“I can, um, I can help you with your lines, like…If you want me to, if you need help, whatever.” Jinki’s pretty sure his intelligence has completely evaporated along with his questionable sanity, but Jonghyun gives a fairly pleased shrug as he nods his head.
“That’d be awesome, dude, thanks.” Jonghyun pushes himself from the wall and urges Jinki to follow him as he saunters out the exit. “Are you busy tonight?”
Jinki purses his lips, the image of his homework and textbooks stacked nearly to the roof on his desk at home flooding into his mind. He shakes his head, “No, why?”
“We can practice tonight then.” Jonghyun peers at him over the roof of Jinki’s car and when Jinki nods, even though it’s not really a question, he climbs inside.
“Where are your parents?” Jinki asks as he extends his neck, wide eyes absorbing how huge Jonghyun’s house is, how the dull lights make it look like a Victorian castle.
“Out of town. Somewhere down south, not sure.” Jonghyun shrugs as he kicks off his shoes. Jinki mirrors his movement, albeit less relaxed and more uptight as fuck.
Jonghyun’s not really somebody Jinki has ever associated with. He only knows his name because of Taeyeon, those days when she would talk about how hot he was and then it had slowly progressed into annoyance and she had suggested he join the art crew so he could see for himself, so he did and fuck what a mistake that had been because now he can’t keep his eyes off of him, fairly annoying or not.
“R-right, yeah.” Jinki remembers that a conversation kind of needs his input so he pushes those thoughts out his mind - or, pushes them to the back of his mind while he concentrates on his footing as he follows Jonghyun through his house.
Jonghyun leads them to his inside pool at the back of his house. Jinki’s shoulders are stiff, body rigid with nerves of actually being inside Jonghyun’s house, actually having a human conversation rather than the ones that he had played out in his head so many times. It usually ended with them being tangled up in each other, Jonghyun pinning Jinki’s body to his bed and ravishing his neck and chest or sometimes they didn’t even make it to a bed in Jinki’s mind, sometimes Jonghyun would fuck him against a wall, bend him over a desk, maybe lift him up and slam him against the cardboard tree that Jinki would’ve just finished and they’d be covered in paint as they’d topple over and fuck on the dirty floor of the theatre.
All in all, Jinki really isn’t that bothered, as long as they get to the finish line.
“Are you listening?”
Jinki blinks of out his trance to see Jonghyun arching a brow at him, humour shining in his eyes and lips fighting against a smirk. “S-sorry, what did you say?”
“Put your bag down there.” Jonghyun points and Jinki listens like the little bitch that he is apparently, eagerly wagging his tail like a god damn puppy as he sets his bag down.
“’Don’t leave me for him, I know you love me more.’”
“What?”
“That’s the line I forgot.” Jonghyun sits on a lounge chair opposite, crosses his legs Indian style and chucks the script to Jinki.
Halfway through his lines, Jonghyun pauses to ask, “Why are you helping me?”
“That’s not in the script.” Jinki sputters, a violent blush creeping up.
“I know that, idiot. We’ve never really talked before, so why are you helping me?”
Jinki shrugs, “I don’t know, I guess I want the actors to sound as good as my trees look.” Jinki knows that doesn’t really make sense and he really doesn’t want to actually answer the question, but Jonghyun just cracks a grin and chuckles, accepting his reply.
They pass the kiss scene with a little tension, Jinki chewing on his lip to see if Jonghyun wants to kiss him, practice his skills and really, Jinki would gladly be of help but Jonghyun simply skips passed it and onto the next dialogue.
Which Jonghyun forgets. “Oh fuck this,” he growls, hopping off the lounge chair and tearing his shirt from his skin. Jinki blinks a couple times to make sure he’s not seeing things, but sure enough, there’s Jonghyun stripping down to his boxers before he dives into the pool and resurfaces with a satisfied gasp.
“That’s um…Jonghyun, that’s not in the script,” Jinki warns, stumbling through to the edge of the pool and crouching down. He should probably distance himself at a time like this, especially when he can see Jonghyun’s broad shoulders peeping out from the water, and from the glimpse Jinki got…well, Jonghyun is ripped and how is Jinki supposed to even breathe when he knows that?
“I’m done memorising lines,” Jonghyun says rather defiantly, leaving Jinki no choice but to sigh and offer his hand.
“Come on, get out. We’ve only got a few more scenes left.”
“I’m not getting out.”
“Jonghyun, come on, this is silly.”
“You should get in.”
Jinki wiggles his hand, trying to redirect Jonghyun’s attention. “I’m not getting in, Jonghyun.”
“Well, I’m not getting out.” Jonghyun smirks, eying Jinki’s hand before he snorts, and Jinki is really starting to see where Taeyeon is coming from. “One of us has to do something, and it’s not going to be me so you might as well strip and hop in.”
Jinki forces himself not to think about oh dear god, he just asked me to strip and deeply sighs, too exaggerated to be heard over Jonghyun’s chuckles as he swims close to the edge.
“Fine, Fine, I’ll come out.” Jonghyun surrenders and Jinki’s clearly proud, grin splitting his face as Jonghyun’s wet hand grasps his but then -
“Fuck!” Jinki sputters once he’s resurfaced and chokes on water, pinching the bridge of his nose as water drips free. He’s soaked, and completely fucking shocked, blinking away water from his eyes. The sound of Jonghyun’s melodic laughter is deafening, the only sound other than Jinki choking as he brings air instead of water into his lungs.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Jinki shakes out his hair, rakes his fingers through his roots. His clothes weigh him down him down in the water as he swims towards the edge, unbuttons his top and peels it from his body. It slaps against the concrete surrounding, and his trousers soon follow. “You’re lucky I didn’t have my phone in my pocket.”
“You should’ve seen your fucking face!” Jonghyun guffaws, wiping what’s either tears or chlorinated water from his eyes. “Sorry, god sorry it’s just…” Jonghyun gives himself a moment to calm down, steady his breathing, “You’re just so uptight man, relax. You look at me like I’m about to jump your bones.”
Tension steals Jinki’s breath and he dips down underwater, hiding his embarrassment.
When he resurfaces, wiping water from his face, Jonghyun says, “I saw you put your phone on your bag earlier, if I didn’t see you do that I wouldn’t have done it,” as he swims to the edge and hops out the pool, lounges back with his feet in. “Want a cigarette?”
“I don’t smoke.”
“That’s too bad,” Jonghyun says as he leans back to dig into his pocket. “You don’t do much do you?”
Jinki joins him on the pool ledge, “Yeah, I do.”
Jonghyun snorts at that. “Like what?”
“I…study. Among other things,” Jinki generalises because let’s face it, he doesn’t really do much other than study and occasionally Taeyeon comes over when she needs help with her physics homework but that’s practically once a month so Jinki supposes it doesn’t really count.
“You study.” Jonghyun repeats with a chuckle as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, “I bet you haven’t even had your first kiss.”
“I have so!”
“Oh? When?”
“Um…”
Jonghyun’s reply is more laid-back laughter.
“No, I have! Stop laughing.”
Jonghyun’s laughter dies down after a while, and silence blankets them as Jinki swishes his feet in the water. It’s not really awkward, not like Jinki would’ve thought, but Jonghyun doesn’t really give room for awkward, probably too absorbed in himself to even realise.
“Man, all I need is some booze and a hot chick and I’d be set,” Jonghyun’s words are relaxed, lazy like his position, completely content.
“It’s a school night.”
“So what?” Jonghyun shrugs, eyes Jinki with this weird shimmer in his eyes, “Why don’t you call up Taeyeon?”
Jinki sighs, eyes flicking down do Jonghyun’s lips, then back to his eyes. “Taeyeon wouldn’t hook up with you.”
“How do you know?”
“She hates your guts.” Jinki chuckles.
“I bet she’d suck me off though.”
“I doubt it.” The feeling that Jinki hates twists in his gut. Yeah, he knows that Taeyeon would never do it but that does stop the jealousy crackle through his body and it’s just a reminder, just a fucking reminder of what Jinki can’t have, what he’ll never be able to have.
“How do you figure?”
“She’s my best friend,” is the best explanation that Jinki can give.
“Has she ever sucked your cock?”
“What?!” Jinki blows up, “No! No way!” Jonghyun looks momentarily surprised at Jinki’s persistent denial, but he starts laughing immediately and Jinki continues, “I would never let her give me a blowjob,” he mumbles and okay, he’s generalising again but in his defence, he’s never spoke about anything like this before really, never had ‘guy chat’ or whatever that’s supposed to be called, and especially not with the guy he likes.
“I would. Her lips are hot.”
“I bet you’ve never even had a blowjob.” Jinki grumbles into his chest, pulling his legs out of the water and onto the cement that he sits on. With a sigh, he bends his leg at the knee, hugging it to his chest. “Have you ever even hooked up with anybody from school?” Jinki’s heard the stories from Taeyeon, so far-fetched that there’s no way they can be real. All talk.
“I don’t want to date any of those skanks, man… Maybe I’m just sensitive.” Jonghyun pouts, looks down at the water.
Jinki tries to fight his laugh, he really does, but it spills from his lips anyway.
“Fuck you man, you don’t know me.”
“You don’t know me either,” Jinki says as Jonghyun slips back into the pool.
“You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”
Jinki falls silent, digs his face into his knee. His lack of sexual life is never a problem for Taeyeon, she doesn’t even bring it up anymore and subject him to humiliation, but this isn’t Taeyeon Jinki is talking to and fuck, Jinki is so embarrassed right now. “So what?” He snaps.
“…You really haven’t had your first kiss yet?”
Jinki shrugs.
“C’mere.”
“What?”
Jonghyun smirks, expressive eyes curved as he jerks his head, motioning for Jinki to come closer. Jinki blinks as he cautiously dips back into the water. With every step he takes closer to Jonghyun, Jinki’s nerves tingle, heart thumping against his chest. When he’s close enough, nearly to the opposite side of the pool, Jonghyun cups the back of Jinki’s head and tugs him closer, presses his lips to Jinki’s so quickly. It’s just a peck, but Jinki feels it in his cock, feels it everywhere, but then it’s over and there’s a shit-eating grin on Jonghyun’s lips as he leans back against the pool ledge.
“There you go. Now you’ve had your first - ”
Jinki doesn’t know what possesses him to do it, but his lips are back on Jonghyun’s in a split second, pressing his entire body against Jonghyun’s. Maybe it’s to shut him up because he really does talk too much, but Jinki just knows that now he’s has a taste, he won’t be able to just forget about it. Not now, not ever. Jinki presses a little harder, desperate for reciprocation, and by some divine miracle Jonghyun’s lips part in a gasp and he’s actually kissing Jinki back.
Jonghyun moves down, kisses his way to Jinki’s neck and the latter’s pulse bangs through his veins. His cock stands at full attention, tenting in his boxers as he moves in the water, grinds his hips against Jonghyun’s, but then Jonghyun pulls back, lips tinted and eyes wide.
“We can’t do this,” he rasps, but he’s bucking his hips against Jinki’s like he’s desperate for friction and Jinki has no idea what that’s supposed to mean. He cocks his head. “I’m not a fag man.” Jinki still has no idea what the hell is happening when Jonghyun murmurs against the skin of his neck, planting kisses on the flesh. “You can’t…you can’t tell anybody.”
Now that, Jinki knows exactly what that means. Means that he should pack up his dignity and set sailing, but instead his grasp tightens on Jonghyun’s biceps and he nods, seeking out Jonghyun’s lips again. Their tongues flick languidly in each other’s mouths as Jonghyun’s hands wander down to Jinki’s ass, down inside the fabric and he gives a squeeze, spreading Jinki’s cheeks apart. Jinki breaks away with a gasp, head falling to Jonghyun’s shoulder as he glides an inquisitive finger over Jinki’s hole.
Both of their boxers smack against the cement. Jinki’s fingered himself enough to be comfortable with the feeling, and he grunts as Jonghyun slips his finger inside, mouthing at Jinki’s neck. He picks up a smooth rhythm, one aided with water, and Jinki clumsily circles Jonghyun’s hard cock in his fist, leisurely stroking, too touched out from the way Jonghyun slips another finger inside and crooks them, presses right against Jinki’s prostate. He’s probably not even aware of it, but a moan tumbles from Jinki’s lips, fist clenching around the base of Jonghyun’s cock.
“Your ass is really hot,” Jonghyun gasps as Jinki thumbs over the tip of his cock, ghosts his fingers down the underside, “Totally fuckable.”
“So fuck it,” Jinki whispers, and he has absolutely no idea where that came from but the possibility that it jumped straight out of one of his fantasies is fairly high.
Interest flickers in Jonghyun’s eyes as he possessively grips Jinki’s wrist and switches their positions so he’s stationed behind, cock bobbing in the water against Jink’s ass, fingers still caught inside him. If Jinki thought his body was throbbing with need before, he has no fucking idea what this feeling is, because he’s pushing his hips back against Jonghyun’s fingers, clenching around them, begging for something bigger, something to break him.
The water slows his movements but Jonghyun’s fingers are out of him and he’s positioning his cock at Jinki’s entrance quicker than Jinki can even beg for it. Slowly, tipping his head back on his shoulders, Jonghyun slides the head in. He pulls back just barely before pushing in again, plunging deeper this time, and fuck, Jinki’s never felt anything like that before, something so big inside him and Jinki’s already craving more despite the searing pain throbbing in his body.
Jonghyun gives a few shallow thrusts until he’s fully seated inside. His fingertips dig into Jinki’s hips, forehead denting Jinki’s nape as he pauses (probably for himself but Jinki doesn’t particularly mind because damn, this a lot sorer than he ever thought and he needs time to adjust around Jonghyun’s girth).
“You are so. fucking. tight.” Jonghyun chokes out, his hot, shallow breaths fanning out over Jinki’s skin as he pulls out just a little bit and thrusts back in. Jinki whimpers, clutching the edge of the cement and rocks back, trying to urge Jonghyun deeper, trying to urge him to do fucking anything. He has imagined this moment for so long, and Jonghyun’s still making him wait longer.
“Fuck, come on,” Jinki curses as Jonghyun bucks his hips inside and it’s like something snaps, something feral washes over him. The water swirls around them, caressing Jinki’s body as Jonghyun’s cock pummels into him, his hand gliding over Jinki’s body up to his chest to try and grab what’s not there. He settles for circling the nipple, teeth sinking into Jinki’s shoulder as he repositions and pounds his cock against Jinki’s prostate. The speed he’s taken, it’s actually impressive, the velocity of his cock fucking into Jinki.
Jinki screams, pleasure seeping through every crevice of his body, doubling when Jonghyun grabs his hand from the ledge and leads it to his own cock.
“Jerk yourself off,” he says, “I’m going to cum soon, fuck, you feel so good.”
Jinki nods, taking his cock into his hand and his erection has wilted slightly, but Jinki still moans as he eagerly pumps his hand up and down, like how he’s imagined but this time it’s actually happening. A desperate moan rolls off Jonghyun’s tongue, his thrusts are turning erratic already, and Jinki feels close too, his orgasm so fucking close, knotting in his stomach. Jonghyun cums first, his cum spurting in ropes inside Jinki and the heat, the thought, tips Jinki over the edge. It’s not very sanitary, his cum mixing into the water but Jinki can’t really care at that point, pleasure rippling through his body as he bucks his hips into his hand.
“Fuck.” With a wince, Jonghyun slips out of him and pants as he lifts his body out the pool. He grabs his boxers from the side, giving Jinki a fairly generous view of his ass, and doesn’t even spare a glance back.
The next time Jinki sees Jonghyun is at the theatre rehearsal. He doesn’t say hi. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t even acknowledge that Jinki is there. And somehow, Jinki is perfectly okay with that. Because he has Jonghyun’s number programmed into his phone and Jonghyun needs help rehearsing his lines again tonight.
pairing: jongyu
rating: nc-17
word count: 3422
summary: in which jonghyun is in the school play and jinki really can't keep his eyes off him.
note: dedicated to my beautiful beta bling_asaur
shout out to ma homeboiis owlus and ma 13 year old oppa (qurl u know who u r) saranghae!!!!!!!!
you'll prob recognize this from a vid and well ya no plagiarism intended
Jinki tries to tear his eyes away from the rehearsal - or more importantly, Jonghyun. He really does, figures that if he can completely immerse himself in this totally intricate painting of a tree then maybe he won’t really notice how shiny Jonghyun’s hair looks today, how expressive his face is when he’s playing his role, the sweet way his lips twist around the fairly complicated plot.
Jinki’s seen the actors in the school play tumble through this particular scene at least five times, and every time - every single time without fail - he can’t help the sick, twisted feeling in his gut when Jonghyun’s lips press against hers. Taeyeon is her name, by the way, freshman and his best friend extraordinaire, which is what makes it so fucking wrong too.
And no, just to make it crystal, it’s not Taeyeon he wants. Hell, Jinki wishes that it was Taeyeon, because then at least he wouldn’t feel so disgusted by himself from time to time. But no, no of course it’s not as simple as that.
Jonghyun stutters, trying to remember his lines and Jinki doesn’t even realise, too focused of the way his lips move rather than the sound they make.
“Cut!” The director screams, cuts into Jinki’s thoughts. His body jerks from fright, his hand accidently striping a nice green line down the bark of the cardboard. The colour meshes with the wet paint (he had just finished the bark) and Jinki sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Jinki’s more surprised at the fact that he still gets surprised when the director screams, because according to how Taeyeon delicately put it, Jonghyun is a ‘stupid fucking idiot who can’t pay attention for shit’.
Jinki really has got to start paying attention to painting trees, rather than imagining painting Jonghyun with his cum.
“Jonghyun you have got to remember your lines! This is the fifth time we’ve went through this scene! Learn. Your. Lines.” the director warns him and rubs her temples. “Okay, rehearsal’s done for today. Same time tomorrow,” she says and stalks off out of the theatre.
Taeyeon catches up to Jinki as he’s slinging his bag higher over his shoulder, “How are you getting home? Do you need a ride?”
“I’ve got my dad’s car. Thanks, though.” Jinki pats her on the arm as they fall into step with each other towards the direction of the exit.
“Taeyeon, hey!” Jinki blindly turns around to the sound and Jonghyun is running up to them, stupid lazy grin on his lips as he stops in front of them. “Fancy giving me a ride?”
Taeyeon’s jaw tightens. “Of course not, dickwad, my lips are practically bruised because of you! Learn your fucking lines!!” She smacks him on the chest and groans, “Ugh, you’re so embarrassing. I’ll see you later, Jinki.” She rubs a soothing circle on his back and fires daggers at Jonghyun before she stomps out the exit.
Jonghyun slumps against the wall, a frown wrinkling his forehead as he pulls his phone from his pocket and Jinki lingers, teetering on the line of selfish and helpful.
“Do you, uh…” Jinki mumbles, eyes on his feet, “Do you want me to take you home?” He looks up and Jonghyun does too, lips spreading to a grin.
“Yeah, man, that’d be great.”
“I can, um, I can help you with your lines, like…If you want me to, if you need help, whatever.” Jinki’s pretty sure his intelligence has completely evaporated along with his questionable sanity, but Jonghyun gives a fairly pleased shrug as he nods his head.
“That’d be awesome, dude, thanks.” Jonghyun pushes himself from the wall and urges Jinki to follow him as he saunters out the exit. “Are you busy tonight?”
Jinki purses his lips, the image of his homework and textbooks stacked nearly to the roof on his desk at home flooding into his mind. He shakes his head, “No, why?”
“We can practice tonight then.” Jonghyun peers at him over the roof of Jinki’s car and when Jinki nods, even though it’s not really a question, he climbs inside.
“Where are your parents?” Jinki asks as he extends his neck, wide eyes absorbing how huge Jonghyun’s house is, how the dull lights make it look like a Victorian castle.
“Out of town. Somewhere down south, not sure.” Jonghyun shrugs as he kicks off his shoes. Jinki mirrors his movement, albeit less relaxed and more uptight as fuck.
Jonghyun’s not really somebody Jinki has ever associated with. He only knows his name because of Taeyeon, those days when she would talk about how hot he was and then it had slowly progressed into annoyance and she had suggested he join the art crew so he could see for himself, so he did and fuck what a mistake that had been because now he can’t keep his eyes off of him, fairly annoying or not.
“R-right, yeah.” Jinki remembers that a conversation kind of needs his input so he pushes those thoughts out his mind - or, pushes them to the back of his mind while he concentrates on his footing as he follows Jonghyun through his house.
Jonghyun leads them to his inside pool at the back of his house. Jinki’s shoulders are stiff, body rigid with nerves of actually being inside Jonghyun’s house, actually having a human conversation rather than the ones that he had played out in his head so many times. It usually ended with them being tangled up in each other, Jonghyun pinning Jinki’s body to his bed and ravishing his neck and chest or sometimes they didn’t even make it to a bed in Jinki’s mind, sometimes Jonghyun would fuck him against a wall, bend him over a desk, maybe lift him up and slam him against the cardboard tree that Jinki would’ve just finished and they’d be covered in paint as they’d topple over and fuck on the dirty floor of the theatre.
All in all, Jinki really isn’t that bothered, as long as they get to the finish line.
“Are you listening?”
Jinki blinks of out his trance to see Jonghyun arching a brow at him, humour shining in his eyes and lips fighting against a smirk. “S-sorry, what did you say?”
“Put your bag down there.” Jonghyun points and Jinki listens like the little bitch that he is apparently, eagerly wagging his tail like a god damn puppy as he sets his bag down.
“’Don’t leave me for him, I know you love me more.’”
“What?”
“That’s the line I forgot.” Jonghyun sits on a lounge chair opposite, crosses his legs Indian style and chucks the script to Jinki.
Halfway through his lines, Jonghyun pauses to ask, “Why are you helping me?”
“That’s not in the script.” Jinki sputters, a violent blush creeping up.
“I know that, idiot. We’ve never really talked before, so why are you helping me?”
Jinki shrugs, “I don’t know, I guess I want the actors to sound as good as my trees look.” Jinki knows that doesn’t really make sense and he really doesn’t want to actually answer the question, but Jonghyun just cracks a grin and chuckles, accepting his reply.
They pass the kiss scene with a little tension, Jinki chewing on his lip to see if Jonghyun wants to kiss him, practice his skills and really, Jinki would gladly be of help but Jonghyun simply skips passed it and onto the next dialogue.
Which Jonghyun forgets. “Oh fuck this,” he growls, hopping off the lounge chair and tearing his shirt from his skin. Jinki blinks a couple times to make sure he’s not seeing things, but sure enough, there’s Jonghyun stripping down to his boxers before he dives into the pool and resurfaces with a satisfied gasp.
“That’s um…Jonghyun, that’s not in the script,” Jinki warns, stumbling through to the edge of the pool and crouching down. He should probably distance himself at a time like this, especially when he can see Jonghyun’s broad shoulders peeping out from the water, and from the glimpse Jinki got…well, Jonghyun is ripped and how is Jinki supposed to even breathe when he knows that?
“I’m done memorising lines,” Jonghyun says rather defiantly, leaving Jinki no choice but to sigh and offer his hand.
“Come on, get out. We’ve only got a few more scenes left.”
“I’m not getting out.”
“Jonghyun, come on, this is silly.”
“You should get in.”
Jinki wiggles his hand, trying to redirect Jonghyun’s attention. “I’m not getting in, Jonghyun.”
“Well, I’m not getting out.” Jonghyun smirks, eying Jinki’s hand before he snorts, and Jinki is really starting to see where Taeyeon is coming from. “One of us has to do something, and it’s not going to be me so you might as well strip and hop in.”
Jinki forces himself not to think about oh dear god, he just asked me to strip and deeply sighs, too exaggerated to be heard over Jonghyun’s chuckles as he swims close to the edge.
“Fine, Fine, I’ll come out.” Jonghyun surrenders and Jinki’s clearly proud, grin splitting his face as Jonghyun’s wet hand grasps his but then -
“Fuck!” Jinki sputters once he’s resurfaced and chokes on water, pinching the bridge of his nose as water drips free. He’s soaked, and completely fucking shocked, blinking away water from his eyes. The sound of Jonghyun’s melodic laughter is deafening, the only sound other than Jinki choking as he brings air instead of water into his lungs.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Jinki shakes out his hair, rakes his fingers through his roots. His clothes weigh him down him down in the water as he swims towards the edge, unbuttons his top and peels it from his body. It slaps against the concrete surrounding, and his trousers soon follow. “You’re lucky I didn’t have my phone in my pocket.”
“You should’ve seen your fucking face!” Jonghyun guffaws, wiping what’s either tears or chlorinated water from his eyes. “Sorry, god sorry it’s just…” Jonghyun gives himself a moment to calm down, steady his breathing, “You’re just so uptight man, relax. You look at me like I’m about to jump your bones.”
Tension steals Jinki’s breath and he dips down underwater, hiding his embarrassment.
When he resurfaces, wiping water from his face, Jonghyun says, “I saw you put your phone on your bag earlier, if I didn’t see you do that I wouldn’t have done it,” as he swims to the edge and hops out the pool, lounges back with his feet in. “Want a cigarette?”
“I don’t smoke.”
“That’s too bad,” Jonghyun says as he leans back to dig into his pocket. “You don’t do much do you?”
Jinki joins him on the pool ledge, “Yeah, I do.”
Jonghyun snorts at that. “Like what?”
“I…study. Among other things,” Jinki generalises because let’s face it, he doesn’t really do much other than study and occasionally Taeyeon comes over when she needs help with her physics homework but that’s practically once a month so Jinki supposes it doesn’t really count.
“You study.” Jonghyun repeats with a chuckle as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, “I bet you haven’t even had your first kiss.”
“I have so!”
“Oh? When?”
“Um…”
Jonghyun’s reply is more laid-back laughter.
“No, I have! Stop laughing.”
Jonghyun’s laughter dies down after a while, and silence blankets them as Jinki swishes his feet in the water. It’s not really awkward, not like Jinki would’ve thought, but Jonghyun doesn’t really give room for awkward, probably too absorbed in himself to even realise.
“Man, all I need is some booze and a hot chick and I’d be set,” Jonghyun’s words are relaxed, lazy like his position, completely content.
“It’s a school night.”
“So what?” Jonghyun shrugs, eyes Jinki with this weird shimmer in his eyes, “Why don’t you call up Taeyeon?”
Jinki sighs, eyes flicking down do Jonghyun’s lips, then back to his eyes. “Taeyeon wouldn’t hook up with you.”
“How do you know?”
“She hates your guts.” Jinki chuckles.
“I bet she’d suck me off though.”
“I doubt it.” The feeling that Jinki hates twists in his gut. Yeah, he knows that Taeyeon would never do it but that does stop the jealousy crackle through his body and it’s just a reminder, just a fucking reminder of what Jinki can’t have, what he’ll never be able to have.
“How do you figure?”
“She’s my best friend,” is the best explanation that Jinki can give.
“Has she ever sucked your cock?”
“What?!” Jinki blows up, “No! No way!” Jonghyun looks momentarily surprised at Jinki’s persistent denial, but he starts laughing immediately and Jinki continues, “I would never let her give me a blowjob,” he mumbles and okay, he’s generalising again but in his defence, he’s never spoke about anything like this before really, never had ‘guy chat’ or whatever that’s supposed to be called, and especially not with the guy he likes.
“I would. Her lips are hot.”
“I bet you’ve never even had a blowjob.” Jinki grumbles into his chest, pulling his legs out of the water and onto the cement that he sits on. With a sigh, he bends his leg at the knee, hugging it to his chest. “Have you ever even hooked up with anybody from school?” Jinki’s heard the stories from Taeyeon, so far-fetched that there’s no way they can be real. All talk.
“I don’t want to date any of those skanks, man… Maybe I’m just sensitive.” Jonghyun pouts, looks down at the water.
Jinki tries to fight his laugh, he really does, but it spills from his lips anyway.
“Fuck you man, you don’t know me.”
“You don’t know me either,” Jinki says as Jonghyun slips back into the pool.
“You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”
Jinki falls silent, digs his face into his knee. His lack of sexual life is never a problem for Taeyeon, she doesn’t even bring it up anymore and subject him to humiliation, but this isn’t Taeyeon Jinki is talking to and fuck, Jinki is so embarrassed right now. “So what?” He snaps.
“…You really haven’t had your first kiss yet?”
Jinki shrugs.
“C’mere.”
“What?”
Jonghyun smirks, expressive eyes curved as he jerks his head, motioning for Jinki to come closer. Jinki blinks as he cautiously dips back into the water. With every step he takes closer to Jonghyun, Jinki’s nerves tingle, heart thumping against his chest. When he’s close enough, nearly to the opposite side of the pool, Jonghyun cups the back of Jinki’s head and tugs him closer, presses his lips to Jinki’s so quickly. It’s just a peck, but Jinki feels it in his cock, feels it everywhere, but then it’s over and there’s a shit-eating grin on Jonghyun’s lips as he leans back against the pool ledge.
“There you go. Now you’ve had your first - ”
Jinki doesn’t know what possesses him to do it, but his lips are back on Jonghyun’s in a split second, pressing his entire body against Jonghyun’s. Maybe it’s to shut him up because he really does talk too much, but Jinki just knows that now he’s has a taste, he won’t be able to just forget about it. Not now, not ever. Jinki presses a little harder, desperate for reciprocation, and by some divine miracle Jonghyun’s lips part in a gasp and he’s actually kissing Jinki back.
Jonghyun moves down, kisses his way to Jinki’s neck and the latter’s pulse bangs through his veins. His cock stands at full attention, tenting in his boxers as he moves in the water, grinds his hips against Jonghyun’s, but then Jonghyun pulls back, lips tinted and eyes wide.
“We can’t do this,” he rasps, but he’s bucking his hips against Jinki’s like he’s desperate for friction and Jinki has no idea what that’s supposed to mean. He cocks his head. “I’m not a fag man.” Jinki still has no idea what the hell is happening when Jonghyun murmurs against the skin of his neck, planting kisses on the flesh. “You can’t…you can’t tell anybody.”
Now that, Jinki knows exactly what that means. Means that he should pack up his dignity and set sailing, but instead his grasp tightens on Jonghyun’s biceps and he nods, seeking out Jonghyun’s lips again. Their tongues flick languidly in each other’s mouths as Jonghyun’s hands wander down to Jinki’s ass, down inside the fabric and he gives a squeeze, spreading Jinki’s cheeks apart. Jinki breaks away with a gasp, head falling to Jonghyun’s shoulder as he glides an inquisitive finger over Jinki’s hole.
Both of their boxers smack against the cement. Jinki’s fingered himself enough to be comfortable with the feeling, and he grunts as Jonghyun slips his finger inside, mouthing at Jinki’s neck. He picks up a smooth rhythm, one aided with water, and Jinki clumsily circles Jonghyun’s hard cock in his fist, leisurely stroking, too touched out from the way Jonghyun slips another finger inside and crooks them, presses right against Jinki’s prostate. He’s probably not even aware of it, but a moan tumbles from Jinki’s lips, fist clenching around the base of Jonghyun’s cock.
“Your ass is really hot,” Jonghyun gasps as Jinki thumbs over the tip of his cock, ghosts his fingers down the underside, “Totally fuckable.”
“So fuck it,” Jinki whispers, and he has absolutely no idea where that came from but the possibility that it jumped straight out of one of his fantasies is fairly high.
Interest flickers in Jonghyun’s eyes as he possessively grips Jinki’s wrist and switches their positions so he’s stationed behind, cock bobbing in the water against Jink’s ass, fingers still caught inside him. If Jinki thought his body was throbbing with need before, he has no fucking idea what this feeling is, because he’s pushing his hips back against Jonghyun’s fingers, clenching around them, begging for something bigger, something to break him.
The water slows his movements but Jonghyun’s fingers are out of him and he’s positioning his cock at Jinki’s entrance quicker than Jinki can even beg for it. Slowly, tipping his head back on his shoulders, Jonghyun slides the head in. He pulls back just barely before pushing in again, plunging deeper this time, and fuck, Jinki’s never felt anything like that before, something so big inside him and Jinki’s already craving more despite the searing pain throbbing in his body.
Jonghyun gives a few shallow thrusts until he’s fully seated inside. His fingertips dig into Jinki’s hips, forehead denting Jinki’s nape as he pauses (probably for himself but Jinki doesn’t particularly mind because damn, this a lot sorer than he ever thought and he needs time to adjust around Jonghyun’s girth).
“You are so. fucking. tight.” Jonghyun chokes out, his hot, shallow breaths fanning out over Jinki’s skin as he pulls out just a little bit and thrusts back in. Jinki whimpers, clutching the edge of the cement and rocks back, trying to urge Jonghyun deeper, trying to urge him to do fucking anything. He has imagined this moment for so long, and Jonghyun’s still making him wait longer.
“Fuck, come on,” Jinki curses as Jonghyun bucks his hips inside and it’s like something snaps, something feral washes over him. The water swirls around them, caressing Jinki’s body as Jonghyun’s cock pummels into him, his hand gliding over Jinki’s body up to his chest to try and grab what’s not there. He settles for circling the nipple, teeth sinking into Jinki’s shoulder as he repositions and pounds his cock against Jinki’s prostate. The speed he’s taken, it’s actually impressive, the velocity of his cock fucking into Jinki.
Jinki screams, pleasure seeping through every crevice of his body, doubling when Jonghyun grabs his hand from the ledge and leads it to his own cock.
“Jerk yourself off,” he says, “I’m going to cum soon, fuck, you feel so good.”
Jinki nods, taking his cock into his hand and his erection has wilted slightly, but Jinki still moans as he eagerly pumps his hand up and down, like how he’s imagined but this time it’s actually happening. A desperate moan rolls off Jonghyun’s tongue, his thrusts are turning erratic already, and Jinki feels close too, his orgasm so fucking close, knotting in his stomach. Jonghyun cums first, his cum spurting in ropes inside Jinki and the heat, the thought, tips Jinki over the edge. It’s not very sanitary, his cum mixing into the water but Jinki can’t really care at that point, pleasure rippling through his body as he bucks his hips into his hand.
“Fuck.” With a wince, Jonghyun slips out of him and pants as he lifts his body out the pool. He grabs his boxers from the side, giving Jinki a fairly generous view of his ass, and doesn’t even spare a glance back.
The next time Jinki sees Jonghyun is at the theatre rehearsal. He doesn’t say hi. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t even acknowledge that Jinki is there. And somehow, Jinki is perfectly okay with that. Because he has Jonghyun’s number programmed into his phone and Jonghyun needs help rehearsing his lines again tonight.