tongue-tied (1/1) ; taekey
title: tongue-tied (1/1)
pairing: taekey, onkey, and 2min
rating: nc-17
word count: 10099
summary: a photo shoot gone awry.
note: first fanfic!
prompt:
“This is stupid.” Key tried his best not to fidget, between the shiny silver rope tying his and Taemin’s arms, the flashing lights from the photographer’s camera, and the material that his shirt was made out of made him feel like he had chicken pox. It was sometimes annoying, everybody making a big fuss over a tiny strand of hair, or a tiny smudge of makeup, and all Key wanted to do sometimes was lay on the couch back at their dorm and watch the latest drama that was airing. Today was one of those days. He didn’t understand why he felt so shit, but he did. Occasionally he would turn to Taemin and curse the photo shoot.
Taemin sighed as he stood next to his hyung; he couldn’t help but feel like his friend would rather be anywhere else than with him. It hurt him more than what it should, and Taemin couldn’t help himself but wonder why he felt upset. Was it the fact that Key would most likely be having a blast if it were Jonghyun, rather than Taemin? Either way, he didn’t like it. He hated it when he and Key had bad moments together; Taemin looked up to his hyung, and was starting to feel more of a different type of attachment towards the other, the motherly figure was being shadowed by something that Taemin had yet to understand.
Key sighed thankfully as the director of the photo shoot announced that it was over. He smiled lightly, because thank God, we can go home now. He tried to wiggle his arm free of the knotted rope, but it was no use. The cordi-noona had done a fantastic job of tying it. Key rolled his eyes as he gritted his teeth. He cursed to God in his head as his face formed an angry frown.
“Let’s go find the stupid cordi-noona so we can get these ropes off.” Key said as he started to guide them both around the studio. “Plus, this stupid shirt must be made of some stupid material because it’s making me itch like crazy. Stupid designers, I would design this stupid shirt better.” Taemin didn’t say anything, he just nodded. They passed many people who were praising them for doing “a great job” and having a “fantastic performance”. The last part made no sense to Taemin, because they didn’t perform, they we’re only posing for cameras. However, he still bowed - despite his bad mood, he would not be disrespectful - and forced Key to bow at the same time as him, smirking with attitude as he felt his hyung’s face scowl indirectly at Taemin. Key didn’t want to bow at these people, he wanted to go home.
“You looked hot today, Key.” Jonghyun said as Taemin and Key arrived in the dressing room. Key muttered a “thanks” quietly while he searched the room for the coordinator, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Where’s the cordi-noona?” He asked the members, who gave their replies through shrugs. The director of the shoot stuck his head through the dressing room door announcing that she had to leave due to her friend having a baby.
Are you fucking kidding me? “What does that mean? How do we get this rope off?” Key asked sternly, feeling his jaw tighten again. Taemin lips formed a slight pout, and he bit his tongue; why did Key-hyung want to get out of these ropes so badly? Did I do something wrong, and he is acting this way because of me? What the hell have I done wrong?!
Minho stood there analysing the frustration in Taemin’s eyes. He subconsciously smiled lightly - Taemin was never able to conceal his feelings. But, Minho couldn’t put his finger on what exactly his close dongsaeng was feeling. He had most definitely seen that look before, and as much as Minho hated to see that look in Taemin’s eyes, he could somehow relate to it.
Key closed his eyes and kept them shut as the director replied that he didn’t know.
“Just wear them home for now, and when we get back we’ll cut the rope with the scissors.” Onew suggested and Taemin nodded in reply for both of the members tied up.
It was awkward, having to walk with your arm tied to another, Taemin thought as he and Key shuffled along, their hips bumping with each step. They had similar height, which made it easier, but it was still quite a struggle because Taemin usually swung his arms as he walked. They opted to sit in the backseat of the van for the sole reason of having to sit very close to each other and Taemin felt a familiar feeling every time his thighs and Key’s made contact. It was the feeling of joy and guilt: joy for being so close to his hyung, but guilt for enjoying it. What is this? The rope was starting to hurt Taemin, and he wondered briefly if it was the rope that had put Key into his agitated mood. But the thought cancelled in itself, because (to Taemin) the rope wasn’t that annoying.
“Are you okay?” Key asked his dongsaeng, still being a good hyung despite his miserable mood. He couldn’t even help it, his caring instinct kicked in as he felt Taemin fidget with the ropes.
“Yeah, it’s just annoying, having our arms tied together, isn’t it?” Taemin replied with questioning eyes, wanting reassurance that it wasn’t him who was making Key feel this way.
Key’s eyebrows lifted momentarily before he nodded his head, agreeing with the lead dancer. Well, that wasn’t much of an answer, you liar. The members quickly followed their usual routines that they had when they were driving anywhere: Jonghyun busied himself by singing along with the song on the radio while playing on his phone; Minho sat silently looking out the window; and Onew talked to different members about how the photo shoot went. Key didn’t talk much, and took purchase just looking silently out the window, waiting. Waiting for them to finally reach their dorm, where he had already planned that he was going to get a nice long bath as soon as he was untied from Taemin.
Taemin was lost in his thoughts; how had that day gone as bad as it had? What exactly did he do?
“Taemin?” Taemin heard faintly as he was being pulled back to reality.
“Sorry… What?” He looked at the leader who was questioning him with a confused look.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
“You don’t look fine… What’s wrong?” Minho’s voice was strong and bitter, but his eyes were sympathetic. The other members shrugged their shoulders, while Taemin stared at the back of Key’s head, wondering if his hyung was going to return to his normal self. And Minho didn’t fail to catch Taemin looking so caringly at Key, he noticed it well. Then, finally, Minho caught on. That was the look of one more than friendship; it was the look of lust. And now, Minho’s eyes were no longer sympathetic. They were envious.
“Here, let me try. You guys are idiots.” Minho laughed as he snatched the pair of scissors from Jonghyun’s hands. The scissors didn’t make any difference though; they seemed to just glide off the rope material. Key shifted his feet as he leaned against the table, his arm holding most of this weight, huffing and puffing as he watched his friends try to cut the rope.
“This isn’t working…” Jonghyun decided, with what he thought was a clever observation.
“Well done, Einstein.” Key scowled.
“Yah. Don’t take out your bad mood on me okay? I didn’t do anything.”
“Sorry.” Key muttered, but he wasn’t sorry at all.
“Hyung, why don’t you try a knife?” Taemin suggested to Minho. His mood had lightened somewhat; Onew had fallen up the stairs, leaving Taemin to wonder how the hell somebody fell up stairs, and he couldn’t help but laugh. The hilarity had worn off, and Taemin’s mood was careless now. It was hurting him too much to care.
The knife seemed to do the same thing as the scissors though, and it made no difference what so ever.
“Are you fucking kidding me.” Key said, not much of a question but more of a statement. None of the members had the balls to shout at him for swearing, so they let it slide, just like the knife and scissors seemed to be doing.
“Fuck this. Taemin,” He turned to Taemin, who looked back at his hyung, with a little fear in his eyes, and Key almost felt guilty, “We’re going for a bath.”
“A-a-a w-what?” Taemin stammered as Key was pulling him into the bathroom.
“How are you supposed to get your shirt and sweater off, hyung?” Taemin questioned as he saw the rapper shimmy out of his trousers, standing only in his boxers. The bath was running behind them, it almost full. Steam rose off the water, and Taemin felt a bit jealous that he wasn’t able to get a bath… With Key. Wait, what? Did I really just think that?
“You can help me. The rope seems loose enough; I should be able to pull them out.” Key stated, knowingly. But, when the two boys tried to free the shirt, there was no chance that it was going anywhere. The look in Key’s eye made Taemin want to run into his room and hide his head under his pillow.
“Fuck it.” Key exhaled before he took off his shirt and he used his free hand to pull down his boxers quickly. Taemin quickly averted his eyes, looking to the wall, and scratching his head with his free hand. Was his hyung not embarrassed? With the shirt dangling off his arm, Key turned off the tap and set one foot into the water. Key sighed, it felt like heaven, and he couldn’t wait to be enveloped in the warmth. He felt the stress leave his body as he sat down, and his mood lightened immediately. He sighed internally, smiled lazily and he lowered his tied arm, causing Taemin to bend sideways accordingly, trying his best to keep his eyes away from his hyung.
“Taemin.”
“Yes?” He answered his face still looking elsewhere.
“You’ll have to bend over the bath if we want this to work.” Taemin wanted to shout at Key, telling him he didn’t care if this worked or not, he just wanted out of there because jeez, was it hot in there or what? He unzipped his jacket and slowly turned towards Key, and regretted it immediately.
What was going on? Why did the moisture pooling on Key’s upper lip look so goddamn sexy? Did his hyung always have those small brown nipples that looked absolutely delicious? It was like Taemin was seeing him in an entirely new light, and he was very unsure whether he liked this light or not. He was in the most uncomfortable position ever, with his waist bending in ways it shouldn’t be bending. He turned his head away again as he heard a soft sigh come free from Key’s plump lips, and it shot straight to his groin.
I’m not gay. Pfft. I’m not gay. It’s just because it’s really hot in here. Lord, it really is hot in here. It’s like a sauna. Am I sweating? Taemin’s free hand touched his upper lip and felt warm moisture. Oh God, I’m sweating. It’s just this position, right? This is really hurting my waist. Okay, Taemin, you can’t look at him. You’re not gay. Why are you getting so flustered? Taemin looked at Key, completely forgetting all warnings from his conscience. Why would you look? What if he asks why I’m sweating? Will he put it together that I’m attracted to him? Wait, what? I’m not attracted to him! He watched Key stretch his arm behind him to grab the bar of soap. He lathered it on his torso, and Taemin was mesmerised as he licked his lips, tasting salt on his tongue as he did so. His eyes felt heavy as all blood made its way to his cock, hardening by the second. This is so embarrassing. What if he asks why I’m hard? What am I going to say?
Taemin’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard Key clear his throat to get Taemin’s attention. He snapped back to reality, looking at his elder with cautious eyes.
“Everything all right?” Key asked, and was it only Taemin or did his voice seem so deep Taemin felt it in his chest?
“Y-y-yes.” He managed and he turned his head away and winced at his stupidity. He had a hard-on for his mother for Christ’s sake.
“Are… Are you hard?” Key asked, his eyes locked on Taemin’s bulge which was VERY apparent through his trousers.
“N-n-no.”
Key looked up at Taemin’s face suspiciously before his eyes drifted back down to Taemin’s groin. The look on his Key’s face was amused, as he confirmed that Taemin was most definitely hard.
“Yes, you are. Look!” Key’s hand flew out the bath to palm Taemin’s erection, needing full proof that his little baby had a hard cock.
Taemin’s free hand stopped Key though, and he looked down at Key’s beautiful, chiselled face. Was it really even possible for him to get harder, seriously? Key was confused as to why the younger had stopped him, and he tried to wriggle his hand free from Taemin’s surprisingly stong grip on his wrist.
“Don’t.” One word.
“Why not? I wasn’t going to grope you, I just wanted to make sure!” Key exclaimed.
“I said don’t.” Taemin’s voice seemed deeper than his usual angelic voice, and Key was amused, but at the same time shocked that he was speaking down to his hyung.
“GUYS! WE GOT PLIERS!” Onew shouted as the door to the bathroom flew open. Minho walked in gracefully but stopped quickly at the sight of Taemin grasping Key’s wrist with that look of lust in his eyes that Minho hated. Taemin’s hand dropped immediately, and Key rolled his wrist in an attempt to ease the pain. Jonghyun slammed into his back causing Minho to move forward a step, closer to the scene which had him green with envy, and slight bewildered.
“Yah. Why are you just standing there?” Jonghyun said as he moved around Minho to look at his face.
“The man next door’s apparently a gardener, and he says these should work perfectly.” Jonghyun explained as Onew ran into the bathroom with the pliers flailing above his head.
“YAH! BE CAREFUL!” Key shouted as every member ducked for cover, praying to God that the sangtae would not kick in or else somebody would get seriously hurt. Praying didn’t work, and the pliers landed on Jonghyun’s foot.
“YAH!” The vocalist winced in pain, grabbing his foot and clutching it, before lifting a fist and cursing at the leader, who was already halfway out the door - to avoid the scolding eyes of Key.
“Are you okay? Minho, get this rope off of me!” Key said, friendlier than before, and Minho didn’t hesitate. He felt reassured; Key’s words were telling Minho that his feelings towards Taemin weren’t reciprocated. Taemin, on the other hand, refused to look at the other members and kept his eyes on the floor. None of the members seemed to mind naked Key sitting contently in the bath tub and this bothered Taemin. His longer fringe from the Lucifer promotions would have helped a lot at this particular time.
The rope snapped with ease and Key grinned. Taemin quickly shimmied out of the rope and walked quickly to his room before quietly closing the door.
“What’s up with him?” Jonghyun asked. Key shrugged, and thought about the event that had just happened as he removed the rest of his shirt from his arm and lay peacefully back into the bath.
Taemin puffed out a long breath, his mouth forming a pout as he leaned against the door, holding it shut. This was not good.
He didn’t understand his feelings, and he was constantly questioning his sexuality as he slid down the door and hugged his knees to his chest. Sighing every now and then, he sat there for at least half an hour, replaying the event he just experienced. He felt an aching throb in his trousers, and he reached down with one arm to feel his cock. He let out a gasp as his hand palmed his erection, feeling a slight tingle that excited him. He had only done this once before, and after his orgasm he felt a bit disgusted with himself. He never told any of his hyungs, which was too embarrassing for Taemin, but he wish he was able to ask them what it was he was feeling. It was so new to him.
Should he do it? He looked down at his protruding erection and sighed lightly. Might as well! He thought, memories from his feelings last time he masturbated completely removed from his brain, and he moved from his space on the floor to his bed to get more comfortable. Lying back gently, he continued to palm his erection, bursts of electricity moving through his body as he did so. Why don’t I do this more often? It feels so… good.
He sat up quickly to take off his blazer and jacket. He kept his white t-shirt on as he wiggled out of his trousers, his erection bursting to be free out of his boxers. He couldn’t risk taking them off though. He could simply say that he had an itch for the reason of his hands being down his trousers. He had to be careful, if any one of the members found out he was having thoughts like this, never mind thoughts about Key like this, he would be forever embarrassed.
His hand snaked down his clothed chest and stopped at the bottom of his shirt. It curled, and he shivered at the touch of skin on skin. His hand caressed his abs, newly forming ones, and moved up to his nipple. He touched it lightly, and it hardened from his touch. His eyes drifted shut as he rubbed his nipple, tweaking it and while his hand worked on his upper body, his other hand slowly, oh so slowly,moved down to his length. It was like this was natural for Taemin, as he curled his hand around himself, feeling the warmth of his hand on his cock. He worked his hand up and down, slowly at first before quickening his pace, pleasure seeping through every vein and artery in his system, filling him with nothing but ecstasy. I’m a bad man for enjoying this. He felt sudden warmth in his lower stomach, a feeling that he was not used to. He bent his legs, spreading them easily - he was a flexible dancer - and gently massaged his balls with his hand that had moved down from his chest without him even realising. He was bucking up into his hand, like his own hand was teasing him, and Taemin couldn’t help it as a small moan left his mouth. He didn’t stop what he was doing in case anybody had heard him, he didn’t even realise that he did it. The pleasure was blinding him.
He couldn’t get enough, he was moving his hips, following his hands as they picked up a whole new pace and his mouth was permanently open, moaning freely like he didn’t have a care in the world, Key’s name coming from his mouth every now and then and he imagined Key’s naked, wet body crawling over him, pleasuring him. It felt too good, that warm feeling was getting greater, and he silently gasped as he felt a flood of pleasure rush through him, relaxing every muscle in his body. White substance spurted against his stomach and a small amount went on his own hands. Taemin removed both of his hands quickly one the pleasure subsided and wiped them on his bedspread. I’m sick. He thought as he remembered quickly why he didn’t do this often.
“Taemin-ah, dinner is ready.” Key walked into Taemin’s bedroom, only to find the boy sleeping. He smiled gently, before going over to the younger’s bed and he stroked the magnae's forehead, finding that it was thick with sweat. His face fell a little; the boy looked so stressed, even in his sleep.
“Taemin-ah?” He tried again, hoping his voice would wake up the younger. He didn’t stir.
“Taemin?” He said a little bit louder, and closer to his ear. His dongsaeng woke up, looking confused. He turned his head and faced Key, their noses almost touching. Taemin looked utterly surprised, and he pulled his face back quickly away from Key’s.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” He said with a guilty look on his face. Taemin looked at Key’s beautiful almond eyes and already felt himself hardening, and he shuffled underneath the covers to try and readjust.
“Dinner is ready.” Key said with a smile on his face, and Taemin was glad he didn’t question anything.
“Okay. Let me just go wash my face and I’ll come through.”
Taemin leaned over the sink, his face dripping with water, and looked into the mirror. He was disgusted with himself. Thoughts about how Key was his band member, not to mention a guy, swarmed through his head. His face was already dry when he snapped out of his thoughts, but still wiped his face with a towel anyway, slapping his face more than patting.
“Did you sleep well?” Minho asked as he walked to the table.
“Yes, it was good, thank you.” Taemin answered, lying to his heart’s content, completely avoiding any eye contact with Key. He had put on a pair of 3 quarter length jogging bottoms before he came out, and they would not do well to conceal his erection, should it arise.
Minho completely knew he was lying though, the others may not be able to tell, but he could.
Taemin was quiet the entire meal, the other members engaging with conversation while Taemin just looked down at his food. He didn’t want to be in the same room as Key. It made him too hot; too flustered.
Taemin looked up, and boy, was that a mistake. He connected eyes with Key who sat across from him, and Taemin’s brows burrowed as he wondered why Key was staring at him. Does he know that I masturbated to the thought of him? Quickly, he averted his eyes back down to his food in an attempt to cover up his dirty thoughts.
But, Key only thought about how his little innocent dongsaeng was acting weirdly. As if he was hiding a secret, but these 5 boys were as close as ever, and they didn’t have secrets. Well, Key liked to think that, and he wasn’t happy with how Taemin looked so…suspicious.
Conversation was plentiful, but Key and Taemin zoned out both in their own thoughts, Taemin so ashamed by himself, and Key so confused at Taemin’s actions.
“Okay, this is super weird. Why are you being so quiet Key?” Jonghyun asked while chewing his food, before carefully asking, “Are you back into a bad mood?”
“No, I’m fine. Sorry, just absorbed in my own thoughts.” Key shook his head, as if that would take him out of his own head, and but whenever he looked over to his dongsaeng he would be so confused. He’s angry at me for being rude earlier, I bet.
“What are you thinking about that has you so absorbed?” Onew asked, setting his chopsticks down to take a sip of water.
“None of your business, hyung.” Key said with only a hint of his snarky attitude as he smiled without his eyes.
Onew gave a snort of disbelief at his younger, wondering why nobody respected him around there.
The next day was just as awkward as the night before. Taemin was avoiding Key, and Key sure as hell knew it. Whenever they were in the same room, Taemin would suddenly think of an excuse and leave quickly, and this happened more than once during the day of their busy schedule. Key couldn’t even ask Taemin why he was being like this, because Taemin was never around him long enough.
Key walked into the dorm’s living room, where Taemin and Onew were watching kid cartoons; Onew sitting on the far right of the 3-seated couch with Taemin laying down, his head in Onew’s lap, the older playing with Taemin’s strawberry blonde hair.
“Hey!” Key grinned as he thought this could be his chance to ask Taemin why he was being so moody with him.
“I have homework to do, I’ll be in my room.” Taemin said quickly as he got up, and left the room, Key staring at his back in disbelief that the other was still angry at him for being angry. Key refused to take the blame, everybody around here should know that he was a moody woman.
“Can you please tell me what the hell is wrong with Taemin?” He asked as he sat down next to Onew, taking the other’s arm and flinging it around his shoulders.
“Don’t swear.” Was all that Onew had answered him with.
“No, seriously, why is he being all bitchy?”
“I thought I told you not to swear.”
“Sorry.”
“He’s a teenager, Key, leave him alone. I remember the days when you used to do that.” Key played with Onew’s nails, thinking about what the other was saying to him.
“You really think it’s just teenage hormones?”
“What else could it be?”
“Well… I think he’s angry at me because I was a bit rude to him yesterday.” Key sighed. “But, does that any sense?! I mean, I was rude to everybody yesterday, and nobody else is giving me the cold shoulder!” Key blew up as he turned to Onew, their faces only inches apart.
“Hormones?” Onew tried again, flushing a pink colour. He felt his heart beating quickly, and Key turned his face quickly, resuming his stare at Onew’s hands.
“Yeah, maybe.” He said quietly.
Onew fixated his eyes on the television, his eyes watching, but his mind thinking nothing other than the time that Key had gave him his first blow job. The both agreed to never speak of it, and that worked for them both, but now Onew was thinking indecent thoughts about the whole escapade and he growled slightly as he felt his dick hardening.
“Just, l-leave him a-alone.” Onew managed to say, lifting his hips up off the couch to pull down his jean legs with the hand he had free, in hope to conceal his cock.
“But, Jinki, I don’t want to leave him alone! He’s my baby! I miss him and his adorable aegyo.” Key said turning around to Onew’s face once again, this time their noses brushing slightly.
They stayed like that for a while, lips a few centimetres apart, and neither could bring themselves to look the other in the eye. Key closed his eyes, wishing that the two would kiss, all thoughts of Taemin leaving his head.
Onew watched the latter close his eyes, and Onew took that as a hint. As much as his head told him ‘no’, his other head told him’ fuck yes’, and being a hot-blooded male, his other head won. Gently, he tilted his head to get better access, and pressed his lips lightly against Key’s. He made no motion to deepen the kiss; it was just as it was… a kiss.
But Key didn’t want that, and he knew Onew didn’t either. He tilted his head and moved his hand to Onew’s cheekbone, massaging it gently as his fingers gripped onto the skin and hair behind Onew’s ear. Turning his body, he knelt with his ass on his heels, his other hand moving to the other side of Onew’s face, repeating his actions. Onew’s arm moved to feel Key’s slim waist, wanting more of the younger and sighed as he felt Key’s hand move down to his shoulder where he played with Onew’s collarbone. He brushed his thumb over it, lightly, but he couldn’t stop his hand from wanting over things and it slid down Onew’s torso and landed on his bulge. Key pulled away from the kiss and his eyes widened, forgetting how big the other’s dick was. He smirked as he wondered how he got it all in his mouth that other time, but didn’t bother to dwell on it as he looked Onew in the eye and palmed his clothed cock.
Onew bit his lip and kept his stare with Key; it was intense and Onew felt like Key was seeing straight into his very soul. Onew didn’t even notice that Key had unbuttoned his jeans, his hand playing with the small buttons on his own boxers. He couldn’t hold the stare any longer as he felt Key cover Onew’s covered length with his hand, curling around it and massaging it. It was too much for Onew, and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, and felt Key place warm, moist kisses on his neck while his other hand was busy taking Onew’s dick out of his boxers. He gripped the base and Onew tensed slightly, the slightest touch was insanely pleasurable. You’re pathetic, he thought as he felt Key move his hand in a slow motion, continuing to make-out with his neck.
Key smiled as he felt Onew’s breathing getting heavy; he must’ve been doing something right! He marvelled at this thought as he moved his hand quicker, rubbing his thumb lightly over the head, mixing the pre-cum onto it. Onew felt guilty, he thought about how this was the second time Key was doing something to him, but he had never done anything to Key. Hell, he had never even seen the other’s dick…well, in a sexual way.
Key stopped kissing the other’s neck to look back at him as he heard his hyung’s gasps and small moans getting smaller, as if he wasn’t really paying attention, and he squeezed his hand tighter and worked his pace quicker. Onew’s mouth opened significantly as he set out a large gasp, exhaling loudly as his body rose off the couch, searching for more of the blissful pleasure. He felt that familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach, the one telling his he was near completion, and he moaned Key’s name as he used his hand to pull the other’s head into a kiss. It was sloppy, messy, and just how Onew wanted it as he felt his leg’s stretch, pulling away from the kiss to groan and tilt his head back once again.
Key watched as the other experienced his orgasm, so turned on from Onew’s face he thought his dick might explode. White substance covered the top of his hand, as he moved his hand so quickly he felt his muscles hurting. Onew moved his hand and placed it over Key’s and pushed gently, signalling for the other to stop; it was too sensitive; and Key got the hint as he took his hand away, smiling down at his hand. He didn’t dare lick it, no matter how sexy it was, Key remembered how repulsive the taste was and before Onew could see him do it, he wiped his hand on his shirt.
“That…was amazing.” Onew said finally after a few moments of silence. “ Thank you.” He said as he pulled the other’s chin in with his fingers and placed a small kiss on Key’s mouth.
“It was no problem.” Key said bashfully. He was starting to remember why he and Onew never spoke about the blow job; it was awkward as fuck.
“I’m going to head to bed. Night, hyung. Don’t stay up too late.” Key said and rose from the couch, tapping Onew’s knee before he moved.
Meanwhile, Taemin sat at the desk in his shared room, banging his pen off the desk with his head is his hand, as he did his “homework”. He didn’t actually have any, but he decided that revision of his school work never did any harm. But, school wasn’t on his mind. Not now, anyway.
“Pabo!” Taemin said loudly as he threw his pen of the desk, wiping his eyes with his fingers, before assuming the position he was in before.
“Taemin...Are you okay?”
Taemin jumped at the sound of another person, and turned around to see who the intruder was. His face relaxed as he saw Minho standing at the doorway, and he beckoned the other to come in. Minho sat on the edge of Taemin’s bed, his hands in his lap, and he looked at Taemin and asked his question again.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Taemin said before adding, “I guess…” a little quieter.
“What’s wrong, Taeminnie?” Minho smiled at the younger and crossed his legs, resting his head on his hand and looked at the younger with kind eyes. Taemin sat back in his seat and sighed heavily, looking at the floor with an unhappy look on his face, and Minho wanted Taemin to confirm what the main rapper had been thinking.
“I don’t know, hyung.” Taemin replied, his stare boring into the floor as Minho moved from the bed to Taemin’s chair. He crouched down and rested his hand on the other’s shoulder, and Taemin looked up at Minho with tears forming in his eyes.
“Hyung… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Taemin said as a tear slid down his cheek, but it didn’t reach far before Minho had swiped it away with his thumb.
“About what, Taemin? Is school work bothering you?”
“I’m such an idiot.” Taemin choked out, tears releasing from his eyes quickly, his breaths hitching every now and then.
“You are not an idiot.” Minho said, stroking the younger boy’s hair, offering as much comfort as he could. But damn it was fucking hard, when all he could think about was how beautiful Taemin looked, even though he was crying. He wanted to comfort the boy, but using his lips, and his hands, and his cock.
“I can’t…” Taemin tried to say before his breathing hiccupped. “I can’t…” He tried and failed again before settling for “I can’t.” Minho hand had moved to Taemin’s knee subconsciously, squeezing it gently.
“Why not?” Minho said; he knew that if Taemin didn’t answer him the first time then he was most likely not going to get an answer about what it was about. Minho closed his eyes in pain; he regretted immediately asking what was wrong. He was not getting the answer he wanted.
“Because it’s forbidden. And dirty.” Taemin gasped, had he gave too much away? He looked down into his lap, and noticed Minho’s hand resting on his knee.
“Not unless you like it.” Minho shrugged shyly, giving Taemin’s knee another gentle squeeze. Taemin felt it tingle beneath his touch, and -
“I shouldn’t be feeling this way. It’s wrong. I’m sorry. It’s so wrong and I’m so sor-”
“Taemin.” Minho said firmly, but the dancer didn’t pay attention as he rambled on. “Taemin!” Minho said it louder this time, shaking the younger’s knee to get his attention.
“What?”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Taemin shook Minho’s hand off his knee and stood up, running his hand through his strawberry blonde hair and he sat on his bed. With his elbows resting on his knees, he rubbed his face, and then rested his face in his hands.
“I’m just… so embarrassed.”
“What?” Minho said as he got up from his crouched position. Watching Taemin run his fingers through his hair had gotten him quite hot; he imagined himself running his fingers through Taemin’s beautiful hair while Taemin’s head bobbed up and down on his cock
.
“Nothing, hyung. Just… ignore me.” Taemin laughed, his voice thick with sorrow, and looked up as he felt weight on the bed beside him. He had expected Minho to leave, and Taemin was starting to feel confused. His hyung wasn’t usually the one who he would have talks like this to, he usually spoke to Onew about his worries, and it was unfamiliar to Taemin. Taemin rolled his head on his shoulders, not seeing how Minho licked his lips as he watched Taemin, and brought his hand up to massage his upper back. Minho saw quickly what the other was doing and he stopped him.
“Want me to give you a back massage?”
“Um… okay then.”
“Take your shirt off and lay down on the bed.”
Taemin did as he was told, and Minho didn’t waste any time climbing on top of the teen. He used his thumbs on Taemin’s upper back, and Taemin instantly let out a content sigh as he felt the stress leave his body. His mind roamed free, not thinking about Key and how he was ‘perverted’, not to mention gay. All he concentrated on was the relaxation his hyung brought him with his fingers.
This was torture for Minho. He wanted to be a good hyung, he really did. But why did Taemin’s skin have to be so soft and feel so good underneath his fingers? It would be a great, great understatement if he said he didn’t want Taemin, and he couldn’t even stop himself as he bent down to Taemin’s upper back and place a kiss on his shoulder blade.
Taemin tensed. “Hyung? Hyung, what are you doing?” He felt goose bumps rise on his body and shivered in delight as his hyung placed kisses on his back.
“Hyung. Stop it. What are you - ”
“Shhh. You’re talking too much. I want to make you feel better Taemin.”
“Make me…make me feel better?” Taemin questioned in a low voice, almost inaudible to Minho’s ears. Instead of an answer he got off Taemin and flipped the boy and quickly climbed back on. He removed his t-shirt and threw it carelessly on the floor; Taemin’s eyes were confused, but Minho could see a glint of lust in them. Beautiful.
“Minho,” Taemin moaned lightly as Minho glided the tip of his tongue up Taemin’s torso, his hands cupping Taemin’s ribcage.
“Minho, stop…” Taemin tried to make it sound convincing, but it all failed when he gasped as Minho’s tongue rolled over his nipple. Liking the effect this had on Taemin, Minho decided to keep at it, biting gently down on his nipple and sucking it gently.
Taemin licked his lips, and rolled his hips against those on top of his. His cock was fully erect, waiting for some attention, and Taemin just wanted to get this over and done with, knowing afterwards the regret to follow, and the stupidity of these actions, and how he would beat himself up for days. But, right now he wanted this.
Minho growled as Taemin’s clothed erection pressed against his own, and Minho brought himself down to attach his lips onto Taemin’s neck. He cradled Taemin’s head in his hands as he gently kissed those beautiful lips, testing the waters.
Taemin gave him acceptance with a soft sigh, his hands wrapping around Minho’s body, bring their bodies closer. Their nipples brushed against each other and Taemin let out a soft moan into Minho’s mouth and their tongues fought, teasing each other.
The friction Taemin brought to Minho by grinding his hips against the other made his gasp, and it wasn’t long before Minho found these actions unsatisfying. He wanted more. Taemin didn’t question as Minho’s hands moved from his ribcage to the teen’s jeans, unbuttoning the button and unzipping them with one hand; his other hand was holding Taemin’s head, gripping his full head of hair strongly as his hand met with a very large erection.
Breaking the kiss, Minho looked down between the small gap between their bodies to see the tip of Taemin’s head peak out of his jeans, and he smirked. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one excited.
“Hyung… This is dirty.”
“Dirty? Like how you feel about Key?” Minho knew that that was a low blow and he immediately regretted it as his words came out his mouth. This was why he didn’t talk a lot, because he can’t control what he says.
“What?” Taemin tensed and he knew the shock on his face was apparent to Minho. He quickly tried to cover it, masking his face to a neutral one. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
That made Minho smirk in a less than nice way, not liking how his dongsaeng was lying. It actually hurt Minho to think that Taemin didn’t trust him with information like that. Minho could deal with his friend not telling him, but he wouldn’t take Taemin lying to him.
“Okay.” Minho said simply with bitterness in his voice, instead of turning the conversation into an argument he decided that there were better ways of dealing with it.
With his hand planted in Taemin’s hair, he pulled hard, and Taemin winced at the pain as his head jerked back. With his neck exposed, Minho took sweet pleasure in nipping his neck, biting roughly then soothing it with lovingly licks. Taemin’s mind forgot about the pain of his pulled hair, and bit his lip and his hyung teased him using his mouth.
“Whaaaaa?” Taemin asked half-heartedly as his hyung kneeled over him, only their hips pressed against each other. Taemin frowned at the loss of sudden heat, and watched as his hyung left the bed. He undid his jeans and took them off swiftly, along with his boxers. Taemin’s eyes widened at the sight of Minho’s erection standing proud and he looked away quickly, his eyes unsure where was the best place to look.
“Suck.”
“E-excuse me?” Taemin stuttered.
“What exactly did you want to do with Key? Do with me what you want to with him.”
“I don’t want to do anything with Ke - ”
“I said suck.” Minho said in a cold voice, yet his eyes were still glazed over with lust. Taemin sat up slowly, his legs hanging off the bed and Minho moved closer to press his length against Taemin’s lips. Shrugging internally, he stuck his tongue out to lick the head and heard a satisfying moan escape from Minho’s lips. He ran his tongue over the entire length and Minho growled and pulled Taemin’s head back by his hair.
“Don’t tease me, Taemin.” He was teasing? Not bad. He opened his mouth hesitantly before taking Minho as far as he could into his mouth and Minho moaned loudly, his grip on Taemin’s hair softening. He massaged the thing in his mouth with his tongue while his head bobbed, unsure if what he was doing was right, but apparently it was because the groans that came from Minho’s mouth were sinful.
“That feels amazing.” Minho managed to say and he bit his lip, rolling his head back quickly before looking down at the little magnae, sucking his cock like it was a lollipop. Even the sight of it was making him want to shoot his load right down that beautiful mouth, but this was so good he wanted it to last. The boy was enthusiastic, and damn was he good; Minho felt his thought go cloudly as the younger ran his tongue over the sweet spot on the underside of his head and his knees nearly buckled.
“Wait.” His voice was deep, even deeper than usual, as he removed himself from that moist heat, and quickly, he lay down on the bed and guided Taemin’s head back to his throbbing erection.
Taemin didn’t wait two seconds before he took Minho back into his mouth; he was definitely enjoying this. And he could easily tell his hyung was too by the high-pitched sigh he heard when Taemin took him into his mouth again. He stopped to place a small kiss on the head, and he took his time as he licked down the length teasingly.
“What did I say earlier?” Minho tried to sound scary, but he couldn’t… Not with the delicious lips doing unethical things to his cock. Taemin chuckled lightly and he took Minho’s length to the very back of his throat, gagging as he continuously pressed against his gag reflex, and that’s all it took for Minho to be pushed over the edge, his load shooting down the back of Taemin’s throat. The taste of it was enough to make Taemin gag more, but he shook his head quickly as he swallowed it, and scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue.
“Eugh. Gross.”
Minho laughed deeply, sitting up to kiss Taemin’s forehead. He felt guilty.
The days went by and soon enough the members started to catch on that Taemin was in a bad mood around Key, it wasn’t just hormones, and an intervention of some sort was needed.
“Guys, if Taemin and Key keep acting like this, the group is going to be torn apart. We have to fix this.” Onew said to Jonghyun and Minho as the two sat in Onew’s shared bedroom.
“Well, there’s not much we can do, is there? It’s their problem.” Minho’s voice was weak and bitter, and he didn’t want to be talking about this matter.
“Yes, I know, but as a leader, I need to help them.”
“Then, why are we here? It’s your problem. This has nothing to do with me.” Minho wasn’t impolite and nasty on purpose, but that kid makes me do some stupid stuff.
“Yah, Minho, stop being rude.” Jonghyun butted in.
“Sorry.” Minho bowed very slightly. “But in all respect, what can we do?”
“We three are going out on a date.” Onew decided.
“No, I don’t want to.”
“What?” Jonghyun questioned in disbelief.
“I said I don’t want to go.”
“But you don’t even know where we’re going yet?” Onew replied.
“Where are we going?”
“Let’s go to a movie.”
“No.”
“Let’s go to dinner?”
“No.”
“Why don’t we go see that basketball game? I could get manager-hyung to get us tickets?” Onew knew that this would work. Minho would never turn down going to a basketball game.
Minho was stuck. He knew that the hyung’s would definitely figure out that he didn’t want to leave Key and Taemin alone if he said no.
“Okay, fine. Get the tickets.” He said, defeated.
“Bye! We will be back late, so don’t wait up for us KEY.” Jonghyun laughed and Key looked away from the television to pick up a cushion and throw it at the other. Jonghyun flashed his puppy dog eyes, and Key scolded him, telling him “YAH, STOP IT, YOU KNOW THAT ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL SO GUILTY.”
“Exactly why I do it.” Jonghyun winked at Key and Key couldn’t help but smirk.
“Come on, Jonghyun, the game starts soon.” Onew said with power, and Key said bye before returning his gaze to the television. Should he go talk to Taemin? He couldn’t exactly run away, it was only them in the house now. He contemplated it for a while, and decided he had a way to entice the kid.
“Hey, Taemin, want to watch a horror movie with me?” Key asked, and smiled when he saw the dancer sitting on his bed with earphones in, most likely listening to a ballad, and his eyes shut. Key moved to the side of the bed and sat down, and watched, amused, as Taemin opened his eyes quickly and just about shot 20 feet into the air.
“Hyung… Y-you scared me.” Taemin said quietly, taking out his earphones. “Where are the hyungs?”
“They went out on a date. It’s just me and you. Do you want to watch a horror movie with me?”
Taemin didn’t want to. Well, it wasn’t actually that he didn’t want to; he just didn’t want to have to sit and feel the closeness that he usually felt with his hyung when they watched something together.
Key saw that Taemin was indecisive, and the look on his face told Key that he was leaning towards ‘no’.
“Come on, it’s your favourite!” Key was persuading the younger, and it worked after a few convincing words.
“Come on! I’m excited!” Key lied, he hated scary movies, but he knew Taemin loved them, and he was willing to make an exception for his adorable dongsaeng.
They both sat wide eyed, staring at the screen as a frightful scene played out. Stone cold, neither of them wanted to move in fear that something was going to hurt them. They didn’t even realise that they were holding hands, meeting in the middle of the couch as their eyes were glued to the screen.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Key screamed, so high pitched he was sure he could hear cats and dogs screaming back at him, and he clung to Taemin, digging his face in the youngers chest. A protective arm flew around Key quickly, and Key smilied. His plan was working. Hopefully, he would be able to see the end of it, granted he didn’t die first.
“Are you okay?” Taemin laughed, running a hand through Key’s hair tenderly.
“Tell me when the scary bit is over.” Key said, his voice muffled from Taemin’s chest, and he moved his hands to plug his ears shut with his fingers, finding that sometimes the music was scarier than the actual scene. Taemin giggled when looked down at his hyung, thinking about how this guy was older than him and way more scared than him.
With his finger, he gently tapped Key’s shoulder, “Hyung, it’s over now.”
Key looked up at the screen and immediately buried his face once again into Taemin’s chest, “YOU’RE A LIAR.” He swatted Taemin quickly on his chest.
“You’re just too easy!” Taemin smirked, and heard his hyung snort in disbelief.
“Yah. I heard that.”
“You were supposed to!”
“WHEN DID YOU GET SO MEAN?”
Taemin chuckled, holding onto Key tighter, and Key felt safe his Taemin’s arms.
“I’m glad that we’ve made up now.” Big mistake. Key felt Taemin’s arm slacken significantly, and his body tense.
“What? What’s wrong?” Key pulled away, looking the teen into the eyes. “Why are you acting like this Taemin?”
Taemin looked down into his lap for a few moments, playing with his fingernails. It’s now or never. Taemin looked up into Key’s eyes, and quickly pressed their lips together. And as soon as he pressed them together, he pulled them away.
Key’s hand felt his lips when Taemin had just kissed him. What just happened? And why did I like it? Key asked himself, and found himself finding his way towards Taemin’s lips, pressing them together but with much more force. He grabbed the boy’s hair, pressing them close enough to bruise their lips, hands fumbling, trying to find purchase on the others’ bodies. Taemin’s arms settled wrapped around Key’s neck, and Key’s established themselves on Taemin’s sharp hipbones. But they didn’t stay stationary for long, the two constantly trying to bring themselves even closer than they were, needing to feel every part of the others body.
Their tongues went crazy, exploring every inch and crevice of the other’s mouth. Nothing but pure passion, and Taemin felt the emotion go straight to his groin. He was finally doing what he had jacked off to for a while now, he was finally touching Key. And it felt better than he thought it would.
Key pulled away, much to Taemin dislikes.
“Are we really going to do this?” He asked, his cock fully hard, and he didn’t even feel ashamed for wanting Taemin.
“Yes.” There was no doubt in Taemin’s voice; now that he had this chance there was no way he was giving it up.
Key nodded and grabbed Taemin’s hand, pulling him off the couch and led him to their bedroom.
Key pushed Taemin onto his bed, and Taemin propped himself onto his elbows as he watched Key smirk at him while he pulled of his top, teasing the younger as he ran his hands up his small abs. Damn. Key knew how to make people feel hot, he knew how to make people want to bend him over a fuck the life out of him, but Key had never done the act himself, and he was nervous. But he didn’t show it, no, instead he looked Taemin seductively in the eye and he unbuttoned his jeans and, hooking his thumbs around his boxers and jeans, he turned around to bend over and slide the material down his legs, giving Taemin a full view of his ass.
Taemin licked his lips, he may be young, and inexperienced, but he knew exactly what he wanted. Sure, he might not know how to get it, but he knew what he wanted, and how he wanted it, and how fast he wanted it, and in what position he wanted it.
Key didn’t waste time, and he nearly ripped Taemin’s shirt off him and hastily pulled off the other’s jogging bottoms. After that, he saw Taemin’s eyes were unsure as he bit his lip, and Key smiled, knowing how the other felt. He situated himself next to Taemin, and lightly opening Taemin’s arms to hold him, using Taemin’s arms as a pillow.
Key snuggled in and lifted his head to press his lips against Taemin’s, and the feud between their tongues started again, neither one of them taking it slow on the kissing front. They were forever moving again, and Key straddled Taemin, pinning his arms above his head as his tongue slid down Taemin’s neck. The younger’s breath hitched, and he let out a small moan as Key kissed the other’s neck passionately.
“That feels good.” Taemin told Key, and Key’s lips moved further and further down Taemin’s chest, finding its way to a perk nipple, where he sucked it softly, nipping at the dark skin.
Taemin breathed out, and Key brought his lips down further to the place Taemin desperately needed to be touched the most, but Key stopped at his navel and sent his tongue out the flick the other’s belly button. Earning a giggle from the other, Key palmed Taemin’s erection, cupping it in his hands as he played with it and Taemin’s giggly feeling was sharply interrupted as he let out a deep moan, finally feeling what he wanted.
“H-h-how do we do this?” Taemin asked, suddenly nervous. Key thought intently on this question; he had always imagined himself as a bottom, and he had watched enough porn to know that a person needs to be prepared. Scooting off Taemin, he beckoned the other to take off his boxers before climbing back on. He kept his eyes on the beautiful sight underneath him - watching those gorgeous eyes widen slightly as their erections touched, watching those stunning, plump lips open to let out a moan as he ground his hips against his own - and stuck his two fingers into his mouth, coating them heavily in saliva. They didn’t have lube; they thought they would never need lube, so saliva would have to suffice.
Leaning back on his arm which was propped on Taemin’s leg, Key lined up his hand with his small, puckered hole.
“W-w-why are you putting your fingers there?” Taemin squeaked, his voice uneasy, and Key only shushed him and told him to watch. His hand curled and he gently pushed into himself; Taemin gasped as he watched the sight playing out right on top of him.
“Mmmmm..” Key let out a moan as his eyes fluttered shut, his fingers pushing further into his body. It didn’t feel uncomfortable to Key, in fact it felt pretty good and he continued pushing his fingers inside himself; Taemin could do nothing but sit and watch. He wanted to look, but he felt so embarrassed at the sight of Key.
It was only then when Key moaned Taemin’s name, did Taemin snap out of his trance on the older boy. Taemin followed Key’s motions and coated his fingers in his own saliva, before pushing his hand out away from himself. Taemin replaced Key’s fingers with his own, and the older boy pushed against Taemin’s fingers wantonly. Key was shameless; he wanted more and more of that ecstasy that was seeping through his bloodstream. His body was falling off of the teen, and onto the bed as Taemin pushed in harder than before, hoping that he was pleasing him, hoping that he was enjoying this as much as the younger was. The sight was mesmerising: watching Key push down on Taemin’s fingers was so beautiful, better than any dream Taemin could muster.
Key’s hand gripped his own erection and he pumped himself, doing exactly what he was used to, except this time his senses had doubled and he felt himself slipping away to the intense feeling.
“I’m close, Taemin.” He said and Taemin quicken pace. But Key let go of himself, and grabbed onto Taemin’s wrist forcefully.
“No, stop, I want you inside me.”
Key pushed Taemin onto the bed, the dancer’s hair sprawling out onto the pillow. Taemin stared into Key’s eyes, observing as the other mounted him. His throat suddenly tightened as he felt his dick push against the other’s entrance and he swallowed loudly.
“Don’t worry.”
“But, what if I hurt you?”
“You won’t.”
“But -”
“Listen, we just prepared me. Okay? I’ll be fine.” He reassured Taemin and the younger gave him the best he could attempt at a smile.
Taemin looked down to where their bodies touched but Key wouldn’t let him, and guided his face to look into his eyes. They were glued as he flexed his hips, pushing his ample erection into Key’s body. He winced, his eyes shut and Taemin immediately froze, his body tensing at the thought of causing pain to his elegant hyung, before Key opened his eyes to urge the younger in farther. Key’s short nails dug half-moons into the magnae’s chest, all the while him moaning and gasping as Taemin pushed in. The heat was insufferable, almost too good, and Taemin needed more than he had. Taemin bit his lip in frustration as he moved his hips in a slow grind; he moaned deeply when he was fully situated inside, wanting nothing other than to pound the boy into the bed.
“Are you okay?” Key pushed his hair out of his face, sweat gathering on his forehead.
“I’m fine.” Taemin panted and his eyes were full of concentration. He moved hesitantly, as if he needed permission to move, and Key nodded slightly. The rappers back arched and Taemin thrust up in and out of older boy’s body cautiously. Key was loud, his moans were drowning Taemin’s hearing, and that egged Taemin on.
“Harder...Faster....Oh god, please don’t stop..” He moaned and Taemin felt a hot rush spike deep within the pit of his stomach. I’m going to...No don’t Taemin. You don’t want to seem incapable. But, Lord was it hot, and felt so god damn good. Taemin was hammering into that deep heat that was clouding his mind, concentrating on nothing but how fantastic it felt.
Taemin was brushing against Key’s prostate too many times, and Key couldn’t help but ponder how the hell this felt so incredible when it was only his first time. Why haven’t I done this sooner?! Taking a gulp of air, Key rocked his hips with Taemin, moving with Taemin hard thrusts. He moved his hand to his erection, with Taemin only watching him with awe, a little bit uncomfortable watching the boy pleasure himself.
He moaned and Key felt his body contract as the white fluid spilled from his body, covering Taemin’s pale chest. Taemin’s shoulder’s rose from the bed and magnae felt his entire body begin to spasm as he cried out with him. Key’s other hand gripped the dancer’s shoulders as Taemin swelled and throbbed inside him. Taemin gave one last push, remaining deep inside him as Key shook and groaned.
Key collapsed on top of him, his body trembling from head to toe. Taemin panted beneath the rapper, and he gently pushed the hair off Key’s forehead, playing with it, the hair so silky through his fingers. Key eyes fluttered shut from the soothing motion and Taemin placed kisses at the corners of his lips.
“Hyung… One question.” Taemin grinned at the beautiful sight beneath him. “Why didn’t the hyung’s take us the basketball game too?”
Key stopped and gave out a laugh of suspicion.
“Because they’re good hyungs.”
pairing: taekey, onkey, and 2min
rating: nc-17
word count: 10099
summary: a photo shoot gone awry.
note: first fanfic!
prompt:
“This is stupid.” Key tried his best not to fidget, between the shiny silver rope tying his and Taemin’s arms, the flashing lights from the photographer’s camera, and the material that his shirt was made out of made him feel like he had chicken pox. It was sometimes annoying, everybody making a big fuss over a tiny strand of hair, or a tiny smudge of makeup, and all Key wanted to do sometimes was lay on the couch back at their dorm and watch the latest drama that was airing. Today was one of those days. He didn’t understand why he felt so shit, but he did. Occasionally he would turn to Taemin and curse the photo shoot.
Taemin sighed as he stood next to his hyung; he couldn’t help but feel like his friend would rather be anywhere else than with him. It hurt him more than what it should, and Taemin couldn’t help himself but wonder why he felt upset. Was it the fact that Key would most likely be having a blast if it were Jonghyun, rather than Taemin? Either way, he didn’t like it. He hated it when he and Key had bad moments together; Taemin looked up to his hyung, and was starting to feel more of a different type of attachment towards the other, the motherly figure was being shadowed by something that Taemin had yet to understand.
Key sighed thankfully as the director of the photo shoot announced that it was over. He smiled lightly, because thank God, we can go home now. He tried to wiggle his arm free of the knotted rope, but it was no use. The cordi-noona had done a fantastic job of tying it. Key rolled his eyes as he gritted his teeth. He cursed to God in his head as his face formed an angry frown.
“Let’s go find the stupid cordi-noona so we can get these ropes off.” Key said as he started to guide them both around the studio. “Plus, this stupid shirt must be made of some stupid material because it’s making me itch like crazy. Stupid designers, I would design this stupid shirt better.” Taemin didn’t say anything, he just nodded. They passed many people who were praising them for doing “a great job” and having a “fantastic performance”. The last part made no sense to Taemin, because they didn’t perform, they we’re only posing for cameras. However, he still bowed - despite his bad mood, he would not be disrespectful - and forced Key to bow at the same time as him, smirking with attitude as he felt his hyung’s face scowl indirectly at Taemin. Key didn’t want to bow at these people, he wanted to go home.
“You looked hot today, Key.” Jonghyun said as Taemin and Key arrived in the dressing room. Key muttered a “thanks” quietly while he searched the room for the coordinator, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Where’s the cordi-noona?” He asked the members, who gave their replies through shrugs. The director of the shoot stuck his head through the dressing room door announcing that she had to leave due to her friend having a baby.
Are you fucking kidding me? “What does that mean? How do we get this rope off?” Key asked sternly, feeling his jaw tighten again. Taemin lips formed a slight pout, and he bit his tongue; why did Key-hyung want to get out of these ropes so badly? Did I do something wrong, and he is acting this way because of me? What the hell have I done wrong?!
Minho stood there analysing the frustration in Taemin’s eyes. He subconsciously smiled lightly - Taemin was never able to conceal his feelings. But, Minho couldn’t put his finger on what exactly his close dongsaeng was feeling. He had most definitely seen that look before, and as much as Minho hated to see that look in Taemin’s eyes, he could somehow relate to it.
Key closed his eyes and kept them shut as the director replied that he didn’t know.
“Just wear them home for now, and when we get back we’ll cut the rope with the scissors.” Onew suggested and Taemin nodded in reply for both of the members tied up.
It was awkward, having to walk with your arm tied to another, Taemin thought as he and Key shuffled along, their hips bumping with each step. They had similar height, which made it easier, but it was still quite a struggle because Taemin usually swung his arms as he walked. They opted to sit in the backseat of the van for the sole reason of having to sit very close to each other and Taemin felt a familiar feeling every time his thighs and Key’s made contact. It was the feeling of joy and guilt: joy for being so close to his hyung, but guilt for enjoying it. What is this? The rope was starting to hurt Taemin, and he wondered briefly if it was the rope that had put Key into his agitated mood. But the thought cancelled in itself, because (to Taemin) the rope wasn’t that annoying.
“Are you okay?” Key asked his dongsaeng, still being a good hyung despite his miserable mood. He couldn’t even help it, his caring instinct kicked in as he felt Taemin fidget with the ropes.
“Yeah, it’s just annoying, having our arms tied together, isn’t it?” Taemin replied with questioning eyes, wanting reassurance that it wasn’t him who was making Key feel this way.
Key’s eyebrows lifted momentarily before he nodded his head, agreeing with the lead dancer. Well, that wasn’t much of an answer, you liar. The members quickly followed their usual routines that they had when they were driving anywhere: Jonghyun busied himself by singing along with the song on the radio while playing on his phone; Minho sat silently looking out the window; and Onew talked to different members about how the photo shoot went. Key didn’t talk much, and took purchase just looking silently out the window, waiting. Waiting for them to finally reach their dorm, where he had already planned that he was going to get a nice long bath as soon as he was untied from Taemin.
Taemin was lost in his thoughts; how had that day gone as bad as it had? What exactly did he do?
“Taemin?” Taemin heard faintly as he was being pulled back to reality.
“Sorry… What?” He looked at the leader who was questioning him with a confused look.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
“You don’t look fine… What’s wrong?” Minho’s voice was strong and bitter, but his eyes were sympathetic. The other members shrugged their shoulders, while Taemin stared at the back of Key’s head, wondering if his hyung was going to return to his normal self. And Minho didn’t fail to catch Taemin looking so caringly at Key, he noticed it well. Then, finally, Minho caught on. That was the look of one more than friendship; it was the look of lust. And now, Minho’s eyes were no longer sympathetic. They were envious.
“Here, let me try. You guys are idiots.” Minho laughed as he snatched the pair of scissors from Jonghyun’s hands. The scissors didn’t make any difference though; they seemed to just glide off the rope material. Key shifted his feet as he leaned against the table, his arm holding most of this weight, huffing and puffing as he watched his friends try to cut the rope.
“This isn’t working…” Jonghyun decided, with what he thought was a clever observation.
“Well done, Einstein.” Key scowled.
“Yah. Don’t take out your bad mood on me okay? I didn’t do anything.”
“Sorry.” Key muttered, but he wasn’t sorry at all.
“Hyung, why don’t you try a knife?” Taemin suggested to Minho. His mood had lightened somewhat; Onew had fallen up the stairs, leaving Taemin to wonder how the hell somebody fell up stairs, and he couldn’t help but laugh. The hilarity had worn off, and Taemin’s mood was careless now. It was hurting him too much to care.
The knife seemed to do the same thing as the scissors though, and it made no difference what so ever.
“Are you fucking kidding me.” Key said, not much of a question but more of a statement. None of the members had the balls to shout at him for swearing, so they let it slide, just like the knife and scissors seemed to be doing.
“Fuck this. Taemin,” He turned to Taemin, who looked back at his hyung, with a little fear in his eyes, and Key almost felt guilty, “We’re going for a bath.”
“A-a-a w-what?” Taemin stammered as Key was pulling him into the bathroom.
“How are you supposed to get your shirt and sweater off, hyung?” Taemin questioned as he saw the rapper shimmy out of his trousers, standing only in his boxers. The bath was running behind them, it almost full. Steam rose off the water, and Taemin felt a bit jealous that he wasn’t able to get a bath… With Key. Wait, what? Did I really just think that?
“You can help me. The rope seems loose enough; I should be able to pull them out.” Key stated, knowingly. But, when the two boys tried to free the shirt, there was no chance that it was going anywhere. The look in Key’s eye made Taemin want to run into his room and hide his head under his pillow.
“Fuck it.” Key exhaled before he took off his shirt and he used his free hand to pull down his boxers quickly. Taemin quickly averted his eyes, looking to the wall, and scratching his head with his free hand. Was his hyung not embarrassed? With the shirt dangling off his arm, Key turned off the tap and set one foot into the water. Key sighed, it felt like heaven, and he couldn’t wait to be enveloped in the warmth. He felt the stress leave his body as he sat down, and his mood lightened immediately. He sighed internally, smiled lazily and he lowered his tied arm, causing Taemin to bend sideways accordingly, trying his best to keep his eyes away from his hyung.
“Taemin.”
“Yes?” He answered his face still looking elsewhere.
“You’ll have to bend over the bath if we want this to work.” Taemin wanted to shout at Key, telling him he didn’t care if this worked or not, he just wanted out of there because jeez, was it hot in there or what? He unzipped his jacket and slowly turned towards Key, and regretted it immediately.
What was going on? Why did the moisture pooling on Key’s upper lip look so goddamn sexy? Did his hyung always have those small brown nipples that looked absolutely delicious? It was like Taemin was seeing him in an entirely new light, and he was very unsure whether he liked this light or not. He was in the most uncomfortable position ever, with his waist bending in ways it shouldn’t be bending. He turned his head away again as he heard a soft sigh come free from Key’s plump lips, and it shot straight to his groin.
I’m not gay. Pfft. I’m not gay. It’s just because it’s really hot in here. Lord, it really is hot in here. It’s like a sauna. Am I sweating? Taemin’s free hand touched his upper lip and felt warm moisture. Oh God, I’m sweating. It’s just this position, right? This is really hurting my waist. Okay, Taemin, you can’t look at him. You’re not gay. Why are you getting so flustered? Taemin looked at Key, completely forgetting all warnings from his conscience. Why would you look? What if he asks why I’m sweating? Will he put it together that I’m attracted to him? Wait, what? I’m not attracted to him! He watched Key stretch his arm behind him to grab the bar of soap. He lathered it on his torso, and Taemin was mesmerised as he licked his lips, tasting salt on his tongue as he did so. His eyes felt heavy as all blood made its way to his cock, hardening by the second. This is so embarrassing. What if he asks why I’m hard? What am I going to say?
Taemin’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard Key clear his throat to get Taemin’s attention. He snapped back to reality, looking at his elder with cautious eyes.
“Everything all right?” Key asked, and was it only Taemin or did his voice seem so deep Taemin felt it in his chest?
“Y-y-yes.” He managed and he turned his head away and winced at his stupidity. He had a hard-on for his mother for Christ’s sake.
“Are… Are you hard?” Key asked, his eyes locked on Taemin’s bulge which was VERY apparent through his trousers.
“N-n-no.”
Key looked up at Taemin’s face suspiciously before his eyes drifted back down to Taemin’s groin. The look on his Key’s face was amused, as he confirmed that Taemin was most definitely hard.
“Yes, you are. Look!” Key’s hand flew out the bath to palm Taemin’s erection, needing full proof that his little baby had a hard cock.
Taemin’s free hand stopped Key though, and he looked down at Key’s beautiful, chiselled face. Was it really even possible for him to get harder, seriously? Key was confused as to why the younger had stopped him, and he tried to wriggle his hand free from Taemin’s surprisingly stong grip on his wrist.
“Don’t.” One word.
“Why not? I wasn’t going to grope you, I just wanted to make sure!” Key exclaimed.
“I said don’t.” Taemin’s voice seemed deeper than his usual angelic voice, and Key was amused, but at the same time shocked that he was speaking down to his hyung.
“GUYS! WE GOT PLIERS!” Onew shouted as the door to the bathroom flew open. Minho walked in gracefully but stopped quickly at the sight of Taemin grasping Key’s wrist with that look of lust in his eyes that Minho hated. Taemin’s hand dropped immediately, and Key rolled his wrist in an attempt to ease the pain. Jonghyun slammed into his back causing Minho to move forward a step, closer to the scene which had him green with envy, and slight bewildered.
“Yah. Why are you just standing there?” Jonghyun said as he moved around Minho to look at his face.
“The man next door’s apparently a gardener, and he says these should work perfectly.” Jonghyun explained as Onew ran into the bathroom with the pliers flailing above his head.
“YAH! BE CAREFUL!” Key shouted as every member ducked for cover, praying to God that the sangtae would not kick in or else somebody would get seriously hurt. Praying didn’t work, and the pliers landed on Jonghyun’s foot.
“YAH!” The vocalist winced in pain, grabbing his foot and clutching it, before lifting a fist and cursing at the leader, who was already halfway out the door - to avoid the scolding eyes of Key.
“Are you okay? Minho, get this rope off of me!” Key said, friendlier than before, and Minho didn’t hesitate. He felt reassured; Key’s words were telling Minho that his feelings towards Taemin weren’t reciprocated. Taemin, on the other hand, refused to look at the other members and kept his eyes on the floor. None of the members seemed to mind naked Key sitting contently in the bath tub and this bothered Taemin. His longer fringe from the Lucifer promotions would have helped a lot at this particular time.
The rope snapped with ease and Key grinned. Taemin quickly shimmied out of the rope and walked quickly to his room before quietly closing the door.
“What’s up with him?” Jonghyun asked. Key shrugged, and thought about the event that had just happened as he removed the rest of his shirt from his arm and lay peacefully back into the bath.
Taemin puffed out a long breath, his mouth forming a pout as he leaned against the door, holding it shut. This was not good.
He didn’t understand his feelings, and he was constantly questioning his sexuality as he slid down the door and hugged his knees to his chest. Sighing every now and then, he sat there for at least half an hour, replaying the event he just experienced. He felt an aching throb in his trousers, and he reached down with one arm to feel his cock. He let out a gasp as his hand palmed his erection, feeling a slight tingle that excited him. He had only done this once before, and after his orgasm he felt a bit disgusted with himself. He never told any of his hyungs, which was too embarrassing for Taemin, but he wish he was able to ask them what it was he was feeling. It was so new to him.
Should he do it? He looked down at his protruding erection and sighed lightly. Might as well! He thought, memories from his feelings last time he masturbated completely removed from his brain, and he moved from his space on the floor to his bed to get more comfortable. Lying back gently, he continued to palm his erection, bursts of electricity moving through his body as he did so. Why don’t I do this more often? It feels so… good.
He sat up quickly to take off his blazer and jacket. He kept his white t-shirt on as he wiggled out of his trousers, his erection bursting to be free out of his boxers. He couldn’t risk taking them off though. He could simply say that he had an itch for the reason of his hands being down his trousers. He had to be careful, if any one of the members found out he was having thoughts like this, never mind thoughts about Key like this, he would be forever embarrassed.
His hand snaked down his clothed chest and stopped at the bottom of his shirt. It curled, and he shivered at the touch of skin on skin. His hand caressed his abs, newly forming ones, and moved up to his nipple. He touched it lightly, and it hardened from his touch. His eyes drifted shut as he rubbed his nipple, tweaking it and while his hand worked on his upper body, his other hand slowly, oh so slowly,moved down to his length. It was like this was natural for Taemin, as he curled his hand around himself, feeling the warmth of his hand on his cock. He worked his hand up and down, slowly at first before quickening his pace, pleasure seeping through every vein and artery in his system, filling him with nothing but ecstasy. I’m a bad man for enjoying this. He felt sudden warmth in his lower stomach, a feeling that he was not used to. He bent his legs, spreading them easily - he was a flexible dancer - and gently massaged his balls with his hand that had moved down from his chest without him even realising. He was bucking up into his hand, like his own hand was teasing him, and Taemin couldn’t help it as a small moan left his mouth. He didn’t stop what he was doing in case anybody had heard him, he didn’t even realise that he did it. The pleasure was blinding him.
He couldn’t get enough, he was moving his hips, following his hands as they picked up a whole new pace and his mouth was permanently open, moaning freely like he didn’t have a care in the world, Key’s name coming from his mouth every now and then and he imagined Key’s naked, wet body crawling over him, pleasuring him. It felt too good, that warm feeling was getting greater, and he silently gasped as he felt a flood of pleasure rush through him, relaxing every muscle in his body. White substance spurted against his stomach and a small amount went on his own hands. Taemin removed both of his hands quickly one the pleasure subsided and wiped them on his bedspread. I’m sick. He thought as he remembered quickly why he didn’t do this often.
“Taemin-ah, dinner is ready.” Key walked into Taemin’s bedroom, only to find the boy sleeping. He smiled gently, before going over to the younger’s bed and he stroked the magnae's forehead, finding that it was thick with sweat. His face fell a little; the boy looked so stressed, even in his sleep.
“Taemin-ah?” He tried again, hoping his voice would wake up the younger. He didn’t stir.
“Taemin?” He said a little bit louder, and closer to his ear. His dongsaeng woke up, looking confused. He turned his head and faced Key, their noses almost touching. Taemin looked utterly surprised, and he pulled his face back quickly away from Key’s.
“Hyung, what are you doing?” He said with a guilty look on his face. Taemin looked at Key’s beautiful almond eyes and already felt himself hardening, and he shuffled underneath the covers to try and readjust.
“Dinner is ready.” Key said with a smile on his face, and Taemin was glad he didn’t question anything.
“Okay. Let me just go wash my face and I’ll come through.”
Taemin leaned over the sink, his face dripping with water, and looked into the mirror. He was disgusted with himself. Thoughts about how Key was his band member, not to mention a guy, swarmed through his head. His face was already dry when he snapped out of his thoughts, but still wiped his face with a towel anyway, slapping his face more than patting.
“Did you sleep well?” Minho asked as he walked to the table.
“Yes, it was good, thank you.” Taemin answered, lying to his heart’s content, completely avoiding any eye contact with Key. He had put on a pair of 3 quarter length jogging bottoms before he came out, and they would not do well to conceal his erection, should it arise.
Minho completely knew he was lying though, the others may not be able to tell, but he could.
Taemin was quiet the entire meal, the other members engaging with conversation while Taemin just looked down at his food. He didn’t want to be in the same room as Key. It made him too hot; too flustered.
Taemin looked up, and boy, was that a mistake. He connected eyes with Key who sat across from him, and Taemin’s brows burrowed as he wondered why Key was staring at him. Does he know that I masturbated to the thought of him? Quickly, he averted his eyes back down to his food in an attempt to cover up his dirty thoughts.
But, Key only thought about how his little innocent dongsaeng was acting weirdly. As if he was hiding a secret, but these 5 boys were as close as ever, and they didn’t have secrets. Well, Key liked to think that, and he wasn’t happy with how Taemin looked so…suspicious.
Conversation was plentiful, but Key and Taemin zoned out both in their own thoughts, Taemin so ashamed by himself, and Key so confused at Taemin’s actions.
“Okay, this is super weird. Why are you being so quiet Key?” Jonghyun asked while chewing his food, before carefully asking, “Are you back into a bad mood?”
“No, I’m fine. Sorry, just absorbed in my own thoughts.” Key shook his head, as if that would take him out of his own head, and but whenever he looked over to his dongsaeng he would be so confused. He’s angry at me for being rude earlier, I bet.
“What are you thinking about that has you so absorbed?” Onew asked, setting his chopsticks down to take a sip of water.
“None of your business, hyung.” Key said with only a hint of his snarky attitude as he smiled without his eyes.
Onew gave a snort of disbelief at his younger, wondering why nobody respected him around there.
The next day was just as awkward as the night before. Taemin was avoiding Key, and Key sure as hell knew it. Whenever they were in the same room, Taemin would suddenly think of an excuse and leave quickly, and this happened more than once during the day of their busy schedule. Key couldn’t even ask Taemin why he was being like this, because Taemin was never around him long enough.
Key walked into the dorm’s living room, where Taemin and Onew were watching kid cartoons; Onew sitting on the far right of the 3-seated couch with Taemin laying down, his head in Onew’s lap, the older playing with Taemin’s strawberry blonde hair.
“Hey!” Key grinned as he thought this could be his chance to ask Taemin why he was being so moody with him.
“I have homework to do, I’ll be in my room.” Taemin said quickly as he got up, and left the room, Key staring at his back in disbelief that the other was still angry at him for being angry. Key refused to take the blame, everybody around here should know that he was a moody woman.
“Can you please tell me what the hell is wrong with Taemin?” He asked as he sat down next to Onew, taking the other’s arm and flinging it around his shoulders.
“Don’t swear.” Was all that Onew had answered him with.
“No, seriously, why is he being all bitchy?”
“I thought I told you not to swear.”
“Sorry.”
“He’s a teenager, Key, leave him alone. I remember the days when you used to do that.” Key played with Onew’s nails, thinking about what the other was saying to him.
“You really think it’s just teenage hormones?”
“What else could it be?”
“Well… I think he’s angry at me because I was a bit rude to him yesterday.” Key sighed. “But, does that any sense?! I mean, I was rude to everybody yesterday, and nobody else is giving me the cold shoulder!” Key blew up as he turned to Onew, their faces only inches apart.
“Hormones?” Onew tried again, flushing a pink colour. He felt his heart beating quickly, and Key turned his face quickly, resuming his stare at Onew’s hands.
“Yeah, maybe.” He said quietly.
Onew fixated his eyes on the television, his eyes watching, but his mind thinking nothing other than the time that Key had gave him his first blow job. The both agreed to never speak of it, and that worked for them both, but now Onew was thinking indecent thoughts about the whole escapade and he growled slightly as he felt his dick hardening.
“Just, l-leave him a-alone.” Onew managed to say, lifting his hips up off the couch to pull down his jean legs with the hand he had free, in hope to conceal his cock.
“But, Jinki, I don’t want to leave him alone! He’s my baby! I miss him and his adorable aegyo.” Key said turning around to Onew’s face once again, this time their noses brushing slightly.
They stayed like that for a while, lips a few centimetres apart, and neither could bring themselves to look the other in the eye. Key closed his eyes, wishing that the two would kiss, all thoughts of Taemin leaving his head.
Onew watched the latter close his eyes, and Onew took that as a hint. As much as his head told him ‘no’, his other head told him’ fuck yes’, and being a hot-blooded male, his other head won. Gently, he tilted his head to get better access, and pressed his lips lightly against Key’s. He made no motion to deepen the kiss; it was just as it was… a kiss.
But Key didn’t want that, and he knew Onew didn’t either. He tilted his head and moved his hand to Onew’s cheekbone, massaging it gently as his fingers gripped onto the skin and hair behind Onew’s ear. Turning his body, he knelt with his ass on his heels, his other hand moving to the other side of Onew’s face, repeating his actions. Onew’s arm moved to feel Key’s slim waist, wanting more of the younger and sighed as he felt Key’s hand move down to his shoulder where he played with Onew’s collarbone. He brushed his thumb over it, lightly, but he couldn’t stop his hand from wanting over things and it slid down Onew’s torso and landed on his bulge. Key pulled away from the kiss and his eyes widened, forgetting how big the other’s dick was. He smirked as he wondered how he got it all in his mouth that other time, but didn’t bother to dwell on it as he looked Onew in the eye and palmed his clothed cock.
Onew bit his lip and kept his stare with Key; it was intense and Onew felt like Key was seeing straight into his very soul. Onew didn’t even notice that Key had unbuttoned his jeans, his hand playing with the small buttons on his own boxers. He couldn’t hold the stare any longer as he felt Key cover Onew’s covered length with his hand, curling around it and massaging it. It was too much for Onew, and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, and felt Key place warm, moist kisses on his neck while his other hand was busy taking Onew’s dick out of his boxers. He gripped the base and Onew tensed slightly, the slightest touch was insanely pleasurable. You’re pathetic, he thought as he felt Key move his hand in a slow motion, continuing to make-out with his neck.
Key smiled as he felt Onew’s breathing getting heavy; he must’ve been doing something right! He marvelled at this thought as he moved his hand quicker, rubbing his thumb lightly over the head, mixing the pre-cum onto it. Onew felt guilty, he thought about how this was the second time Key was doing something to him, but he had never done anything to Key. Hell, he had never even seen the other’s dick…well, in a sexual way.
Key stopped kissing the other’s neck to look back at him as he heard his hyung’s gasps and small moans getting smaller, as if he wasn’t really paying attention, and he squeezed his hand tighter and worked his pace quicker. Onew’s mouth opened significantly as he set out a large gasp, exhaling loudly as his body rose off the couch, searching for more of the blissful pleasure. He felt that familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach, the one telling his he was near completion, and he moaned Key’s name as he used his hand to pull the other’s head into a kiss. It was sloppy, messy, and just how Onew wanted it as he felt his leg’s stretch, pulling away from the kiss to groan and tilt his head back once again.
Key watched as the other experienced his orgasm, so turned on from Onew’s face he thought his dick might explode. White substance covered the top of his hand, as he moved his hand so quickly he felt his muscles hurting. Onew moved his hand and placed it over Key’s and pushed gently, signalling for the other to stop; it was too sensitive; and Key got the hint as he took his hand away, smiling down at his hand. He didn’t dare lick it, no matter how sexy it was, Key remembered how repulsive the taste was and before Onew could see him do it, he wiped his hand on his shirt.
“That…was amazing.” Onew said finally after a few moments of silence. “ Thank you.” He said as he pulled the other’s chin in with his fingers and placed a small kiss on Key’s mouth.
“It was no problem.” Key said bashfully. He was starting to remember why he and Onew never spoke about the blow job; it was awkward as fuck.
“I’m going to head to bed. Night, hyung. Don’t stay up too late.” Key said and rose from the couch, tapping Onew’s knee before he moved.
Meanwhile, Taemin sat at the desk in his shared room, banging his pen off the desk with his head is his hand, as he did his “homework”. He didn’t actually have any, but he decided that revision of his school work never did any harm. But, school wasn’t on his mind. Not now, anyway.
“Pabo!” Taemin said loudly as he threw his pen of the desk, wiping his eyes with his fingers, before assuming the position he was in before.
“Taemin...Are you okay?”
Taemin jumped at the sound of another person, and turned around to see who the intruder was. His face relaxed as he saw Minho standing at the doorway, and he beckoned the other to come in. Minho sat on the edge of Taemin’s bed, his hands in his lap, and he looked at Taemin and asked his question again.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Taemin said before adding, “I guess…” a little quieter.
“What’s wrong, Taeminnie?” Minho smiled at the younger and crossed his legs, resting his head on his hand and looked at the younger with kind eyes. Taemin sat back in his seat and sighed heavily, looking at the floor with an unhappy look on his face, and Minho wanted Taemin to confirm what the main rapper had been thinking.
“I don’t know, hyung.” Taemin replied, his stare boring into the floor as Minho moved from the bed to Taemin’s chair. He crouched down and rested his hand on the other’s shoulder, and Taemin looked up at Minho with tears forming in his eyes.
“Hyung… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Taemin said as a tear slid down his cheek, but it didn’t reach far before Minho had swiped it away with his thumb.
“About what, Taemin? Is school work bothering you?”
“I’m such an idiot.” Taemin choked out, tears releasing from his eyes quickly, his breaths hitching every now and then.
“You are not an idiot.” Minho said, stroking the younger boy’s hair, offering as much comfort as he could. But damn it was fucking hard, when all he could think about was how beautiful Taemin looked, even though he was crying. He wanted to comfort the boy, but using his lips, and his hands, and his cock.
“I can’t…” Taemin tried to say before his breathing hiccupped. “I can’t…” He tried and failed again before settling for “I can’t.” Minho hand had moved to Taemin’s knee subconsciously, squeezing it gently.
“Why not?” Minho said; he knew that if Taemin didn’t answer him the first time then he was most likely not going to get an answer about what it was about. Minho closed his eyes in pain; he regretted immediately asking what was wrong. He was not getting the answer he wanted.
“Because it’s forbidden. And dirty.” Taemin gasped, had he gave too much away? He looked down into his lap, and noticed Minho’s hand resting on his knee.
“Not unless you like it.” Minho shrugged shyly, giving Taemin’s knee another gentle squeeze. Taemin felt it tingle beneath his touch, and -
“I shouldn’t be feeling this way. It’s wrong. I’m sorry. It’s so wrong and I’m so sor-”
“Taemin.” Minho said firmly, but the dancer didn’t pay attention as he rambled on. “Taemin!” Minho said it louder this time, shaking the younger’s knee to get his attention.
“What?”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Taemin shook Minho’s hand off his knee and stood up, running his hand through his strawberry blonde hair and he sat on his bed. With his elbows resting on his knees, he rubbed his face, and then rested his face in his hands.
“I’m just… so embarrassed.”
“What?” Minho said as he got up from his crouched position. Watching Taemin run his fingers through his hair had gotten him quite hot; he imagined himself running his fingers through Taemin’s beautiful hair while Taemin’s head bobbed up and down on his cock
.
“Nothing, hyung. Just… ignore me.” Taemin laughed, his voice thick with sorrow, and looked up as he felt weight on the bed beside him. He had expected Minho to leave, and Taemin was starting to feel confused. His hyung wasn’t usually the one who he would have talks like this to, he usually spoke to Onew about his worries, and it was unfamiliar to Taemin. Taemin rolled his head on his shoulders, not seeing how Minho licked his lips as he watched Taemin, and brought his hand up to massage his upper back. Minho saw quickly what the other was doing and he stopped him.
“Want me to give you a back massage?”
“Um… okay then.”
“Take your shirt off and lay down on the bed.”
Taemin did as he was told, and Minho didn’t waste any time climbing on top of the teen. He used his thumbs on Taemin’s upper back, and Taemin instantly let out a content sigh as he felt the stress leave his body. His mind roamed free, not thinking about Key and how he was ‘perverted’, not to mention gay. All he concentrated on was the relaxation his hyung brought him with his fingers.
This was torture for Minho. He wanted to be a good hyung, he really did. But why did Taemin’s skin have to be so soft and feel so good underneath his fingers? It would be a great, great understatement if he said he didn’t want Taemin, and he couldn’t even stop himself as he bent down to Taemin’s upper back and place a kiss on his shoulder blade.
Taemin tensed. “Hyung? Hyung, what are you doing?” He felt goose bumps rise on his body and shivered in delight as his hyung placed kisses on his back.
“Hyung. Stop it. What are you - ”
“Shhh. You’re talking too much. I want to make you feel better Taemin.”
“Make me…make me feel better?” Taemin questioned in a low voice, almost inaudible to Minho’s ears. Instead of an answer he got off Taemin and flipped the boy and quickly climbed back on. He removed his t-shirt and threw it carelessly on the floor; Taemin’s eyes were confused, but Minho could see a glint of lust in them. Beautiful.
“Minho,” Taemin moaned lightly as Minho glided the tip of his tongue up Taemin’s torso, his hands cupping Taemin’s ribcage.
“Minho, stop…” Taemin tried to make it sound convincing, but it all failed when he gasped as Minho’s tongue rolled over his nipple. Liking the effect this had on Taemin, Minho decided to keep at it, biting gently down on his nipple and sucking it gently.
Taemin licked his lips, and rolled his hips against those on top of his. His cock was fully erect, waiting for some attention, and Taemin just wanted to get this over and done with, knowing afterwards the regret to follow, and the stupidity of these actions, and how he would beat himself up for days. But, right now he wanted this.
Minho growled as Taemin’s clothed erection pressed against his own, and Minho brought himself down to attach his lips onto Taemin’s neck. He cradled Taemin’s head in his hands as he gently kissed those beautiful lips, testing the waters.
Taemin gave him acceptance with a soft sigh, his hands wrapping around Minho’s body, bring their bodies closer. Their nipples brushed against each other and Taemin let out a soft moan into Minho’s mouth and their tongues fought, teasing each other.
The friction Taemin brought to Minho by grinding his hips against the other made his gasp, and it wasn’t long before Minho found these actions unsatisfying. He wanted more. Taemin didn’t question as Minho’s hands moved from his ribcage to the teen’s jeans, unbuttoning the button and unzipping them with one hand; his other hand was holding Taemin’s head, gripping his full head of hair strongly as his hand met with a very large erection.
Breaking the kiss, Minho looked down between the small gap between their bodies to see the tip of Taemin’s head peak out of his jeans, and he smirked. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one excited.
“Hyung… This is dirty.”
“Dirty? Like how you feel about Key?” Minho knew that that was a low blow and he immediately regretted it as his words came out his mouth. This was why he didn’t talk a lot, because he can’t control what he says.
“What?” Taemin tensed and he knew the shock on his face was apparent to Minho. He quickly tried to cover it, masking his face to a neutral one. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
That made Minho smirk in a less than nice way, not liking how his dongsaeng was lying. It actually hurt Minho to think that Taemin didn’t trust him with information like that. Minho could deal with his friend not telling him, but he wouldn’t take Taemin lying to him.
“Okay.” Minho said simply with bitterness in his voice, instead of turning the conversation into an argument he decided that there were better ways of dealing with it.
With his hand planted in Taemin’s hair, he pulled hard, and Taemin winced at the pain as his head jerked back. With his neck exposed, Minho took sweet pleasure in nipping his neck, biting roughly then soothing it with lovingly licks. Taemin’s mind forgot about the pain of his pulled hair, and bit his lip and his hyung teased him using his mouth.
“Whaaaaa?” Taemin asked half-heartedly as his hyung kneeled over him, only their hips pressed against each other. Taemin frowned at the loss of sudden heat, and watched as his hyung left the bed. He undid his jeans and took them off swiftly, along with his boxers. Taemin’s eyes widened at the sight of Minho’s erection standing proud and he looked away quickly, his eyes unsure where was the best place to look.
“Suck.”
“E-excuse me?” Taemin stuttered.
“What exactly did you want to do with Key? Do with me what you want to with him.”
“I don’t want to do anything with Ke - ”
“I said suck.” Minho said in a cold voice, yet his eyes were still glazed over with lust. Taemin sat up slowly, his legs hanging off the bed and Minho moved closer to press his length against Taemin’s lips. Shrugging internally, he stuck his tongue out to lick the head and heard a satisfying moan escape from Minho’s lips. He ran his tongue over the entire length and Minho growled and pulled Taemin’s head back by his hair.
“Don’t tease me, Taemin.” He was teasing? Not bad. He opened his mouth hesitantly before taking Minho as far as he could into his mouth and Minho moaned loudly, his grip on Taemin’s hair softening. He massaged the thing in his mouth with his tongue while his head bobbed, unsure if what he was doing was right, but apparently it was because the groans that came from Minho’s mouth were sinful.
“That feels amazing.” Minho managed to say and he bit his lip, rolling his head back quickly before looking down at the little magnae, sucking his cock like it was a lollipop. Even the sight of it was making him want to shoot his load right down that beautiful mouth, but this was so good he wanted it to last. The boy was enthusiastic, and damn was he good; Minho felt his thought go cloudly as the younger ran his tongue over the sweet spot on the underside of his head and his knees nearly buckled.
“Wait.” His voice was deep, even deeper than usual, as he removed himself from that moist heat, and quickly, he lay down on the bed and guided Taemin’s head back to his throbbing erection.
Taemin didn’t wait two seconds before he took Minho back into his mouth; he was definitely enjoying this. And he could easily tell his hyung was too by the high-pitched sigh he heard when Taemin took him into his mouth again. He stopped to place a small kiss on the head, and he took his time as he licked down the length teasingly.
“What did I say earlier?” Minho tried to sound scary, but he couldn’t… Not with the delicious lips doing unethical things to his cock. Taemin chuckled lightly and he took Minho’s length to the very back of his throat, gagging as he continuously pressed against his gag reflex, and that’s all it took for Minho to be pushed over the edge, his load shooting down the back of Taemin’s throat. The taste of it was enough to make Taemin gag more, but he shook his head quickly as he swallowed it, and scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue.
“Eugh. Gross.”
Minho laughed deeply, sitting up to kiss Taemin’s forehead. He felt guilty.
The days went by and soon enough the members started to catch on that Taemin was in a bad mood around Key, it wasn’t just hormones, and an intervention of some sort was needed.
“Guys, if Taemin and Key keep acting like this, the group is going to be torn apart. We have to fix this.” Onew said to Jonghyun and Minho as the two sat in Onew’s shared bedroom.
“Well, there’s not much we can do, is there? It’s their problem.” Minho’s voice was weak and bitter, and he didn’t want to be talking about this matter.
“Yes, I know, but as a leader, I need to help them.”
“Then, why are we here? It’s your problem. This has nothing to do with me.” Minho wasn’t impolite and nasty on purpose, but that kid makes me do some stupid stuff.
“Yah, Minho, stop being rude.” Jonghyun butted in.
“Sorry.” Minho bowed very slightly. “But in all respect, what can we do?”
“We three are going out on a date.” Onew decided.
“No, I don’t want to.”
“What?” Jonghyun questioned in disbelief.
“I said I don’t want to go.”
“But you don’t even know where we’re going yet?” Onew replied.
“Where are we going?”
“Let’s go to a movie.”
“No.”
“Let’s go to dinner?”
“No.”
“Why don’t we go see that basketball game? I could get manager-hyung to get us tickets?” Onew knew that this would work. Minho would never turn down going to a basketball game.
Minho was stuck. He knew that the hyung’s would definitely figure out that he didn’t want to leave Key and Taemin alone if he said no.
“Okay, fine. Get the tickets.” He said, defeated.
“Bye! We will be back late, so don’t wait up for us KEY.” Jonghyun laughed and Key looked away from the television to pick up a cushion and throw it at the other. Jonghyun flashed his puppy dog eyes, and Key scolded him, telling him “YAH, STOP IT, YOU KNOW THAT ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL SO GUILTY.”
“Exactly why I do it.” Jonghyun winked at Key and Key couldn’t help but smirk.
“Come on, Jonghyun, the game starts soon.” Onew said with power, and Key said bye before returning his gaze to the television. Should he go talk to Taemin? He couldn’t exactly run away, it was only them in the house now. He contemplated it for a while, and decided he had a way to entice the kid.
“Hey, Taemin, want to watch a horror movie with me?” Key asked, and smiled when he saw the dancer sitting on his bed with earphones in, most likely listening to a ballad, and his eyes shut. Key moved to the side of the bed and sat down, and watched, amused, as Taemin opened his eyes quickly and just about shot 20 feet into the air.
“Hyung… Y-you scared me.” Taemin said quietly, taking out his earphones. “Where are the hyungs?”
“They went out on a date. It’s just me and you. Do you want to watch a horror movie with me?”
Taemin didn’t want to. Well, it wasn’t actually that he didn’t want to; he just didn’t want to have to sit and feel the closeness that he usually felt with his hyung when they watched something together.
Key saw that Taemin was indecisive, and the look on his face told Key that he was leaning towards ‘no’.
“Come on, it’s your favourite!” Key was persuading the younger, and it worked after a few convincing words.
“Come on! I’m excited!” Key lied, he hated scary movies, but he knew Taemin loved them, and he was willing to make an exception for his adorable dongsaeng.
They both sat wide eyed, staring at the screen as a frightful scene played out. Stone cold, neither of them wanted to move in fear that something was going to hurt them. They didn’t even realise that they were holding hands, meeting in the middle of the couch as their eyes were glued to the screen.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH” Key screamed, so high pitched he was sure he could hear cats and dogs screaming back at him, and he clung to Taemin, digging his face in the youngers chest. A protective arm flew around Key quickly, and Key smilied. His plan was working. Hopefully, he would be able to see the end of it, granted he didn’t die first.
“Are you okay?” Taemin laughed, running a hand through Key’s hair tenderly.
“Tell me when the scary bit is over.” Key said, his voice muffled from Taemin’s chest, and he moved his hands to plug his ears shut with his fingers, finding that sometimes the music was scarier than the actual scene. Taemin giggled when looked down at his hyung, thinking about how this guy was older than him and way more scared than him.
With his finger, he gently tapped Key’s shoulder, “Hyung, it’s over now.”
Key looked up at the screen and immediately buried his face once again into Taemin’s chest, “YOU’RE A LIAR.” He swatted Taemin quickly on his chest.
“You’re just too easy!” Taemin smirked, and heard his hyung snort in disbelief.
“Yah. I heard that.”
“You were supposed to!”
“WHEN DID YOU GET SO MEAN?”
Taemin chuckled, holding onto Key tighter, and Key felt safe his Taemin’s arms.
“I’m glad that we’ve made up now.” Big mistake. Key felt Taemin’s arm slacken significantly, and his body tense.
“What? What’s wrong?” Key pulled away, looking the teen into the eyes. “Why are you acting like this Taemin?”
Taemin looked down into his lap for a few moments, playing with his fingernails. It’s now or never. Taemin looked up into Key’s eyes, and quickly pressed their lips together. And as soon as he pressed them together, he pulled them away.
Key’s hand felt his lips when Taemin had just kissed him. What just happened? And why did I like it? Key asked himself, and found himself finding his way towards Taemin’s lips, pressing them together but with much more force. He grabbed the boy’s hair, pressing them close enough to bruise their lips, hands fumbling, trying to find purchase on the others’ bodies. Taemin’s arms settled wrapped around Key’s neck, and Key’s established themselves on Taemin’s sharp hipbones. But they didn’t stay stationary for long, the two constantly trying to bring themselves even closer than they were, needing to feel every part of the others body.
Their tongues went crazy, exploring every inch and crevice of the other’s mouth. Nothing but pure passion, and Taemin felt the emotion go straight to his groin. He was finally doing what he had jacked off to for a while now, he was finally touching Key. And it felt better than he thought it would.
Key pulled away, much to Taemin dislikes.
“Are we really going to do this?” He asked, his cock fully hard, and he didn’t even feel ashamed for wanting Taemin.
“Yes.” There was no doubt in Taemin’s voice; now that he had this chance there was no way he was giving it up.
Key nodded and grabbed Taemin’s hand, pulling him off the couch and led him to their bedroom.
Key pushed Taemin onto his bed, and Taemin propped himself onto his elbows as he watched Key smirk at him while he pulled of his top, teasing the younger as he ran his hands up his small abs. Damn. Key knew how to make people feel hot, he knew how to make people want to bend him over a fuck the life out of him, but Key had never done the act himself, and he was nervous. But he didn’t show it, no, instead he looked Taemin seductively in the eye and he unbuttoned his jeans and, hooking his thumbs around his boxers and jeans, he turned around to bend over and slide the material down his legs, giving Taemin a full view of his ass.
Taemin licked his lips, he may be young, and inexperienced, but he knew exactly what he wanted. Sure, he might not know how to get it, but he knew what he wanted, and how he wanted it, and how fast he wanted it, and in what position he wanted it.
Key didn’t waste time, and he nearly ripped Taemin’s shirt off him and hastily pulled off the other’s jogging bottoms. After that, he saw Taemin’s eyes were unsure as he bit his lip, and Key smiled, knowing how the other felt. He situated himself next to Taemin, and lightly opening Taemin’s arms to hold him, using Taemin’s arms as a pillow.
Key snuggled in and lifted his head to press his lips against Taemin’s, and the feud between their tongues started again, neither one of them taking it slow on the kissing front. They were forever moving again, and Key straddled Taemin, pinning his arms above his head as his tongue slid down Taemin’s neck. The younger’s breath hitched, and he let out a small moan as Key kissed the other’s neck passionately.
“That feels good.” Taemin told Key, and Key’s lips moved further and further down Taemin’s chest, finding its way to a perk nipple, where he sucked it softly, nipping at the dark skin.
Taemin breathed out, and Key brought his lips down further to the place Taemin desperately needed to be touched the most, but Key stopped at his navel and sent his tongue out the flick the other’s belly button. Earning a giggle from the other, Key palmed Taemin’s erection, cupping it in his hands as he played with it and Taemin’s giggly feeling was sharply interrupted as he let out a deep moan, finally feeling what he wanted.
“H-h-how do we do this?” Taemin asked, suddenly nervous. Key thought intently on this question; he had always imagined himself as a bottom, and he had watched enough porn to know that a person needs to be prepared. Scooting off Taemin, he beckoned the other to take off his boxers before climbing back on. He kept his eyes on the beautiful sight underneath him - watching those gorgeous eyes widen slightly as their erections touched, watching those stunning, plump lips open to let out a moan as he ground his hips against his own - and stuck his two fingers into his mouth, coating them heavily in saliva. They didn’t have lube; they thought they would never need lube, so saliva would have to suffice.
Leaning back on his arm which was propped on Taemin’s leg, Key lined up his hand with his small, puckered hole.
“W-w-why are you putting your fingers there?” Taemin squeaked, his voice uneasy, and Key only shushed him and told him to watch. His hand curled and he gently pushed into himself; Taemin gasped as he watched the sight playing out right on top of him.
“Mmmmm..” Key let out a moan as his eyes fluttered shut, his fingers pushing further into his body. It didn’t feel uncomfortable to Key, in fact it felt pretty good and he continued pushing his fingers inside himself; Taemin could do nothing but sit and watch. He wanted to look, but he felt so embarrassed at the sight of Key.
It was only then when Key moaned Taemin’s name, did Taemin snap out of his trance on the older boy. Taemin followed Key’s motions and coated his fingers in his own saliva, before pushing his hand out away from himself. Taemin replaced Key’s fingers with his own, and the older boy pushed against Taemin’s fingers wantonly. Key was shameless; he wanted more and more of that ecstasy that was seeping through his bloodstream. His body was falling off of the teen, and onto the bed as Taemin pushed in harder than before, hoping that he was pleasing him, hoping that he was enjoying this as much as the younger was. The sight was mesmerising: watching Key push down on Taemin’s fingers was so beautiful, better than any dream Taemin could muster.
Key’s hand gripped his own erection and he pumped himself, doing exactly what he was used to, except this time his senses had doubled and he felt himself slipping away to the intense feeling.
“I’m close, Taemin.” He said and Taemin quicken pace. But Key let go of himself, and grabbed onto Taemin’s wrist forcefully.
“No, stop, I want you inside me.”
Key pushed Taemin onto the bed, the dancer’s hair sprawling out onto the pillow. Taemin stared into Key’s eyes, observing as the other mounted him. His throat suddenly tightened as he felt his dick push against the other’s entrance and he swallowed loudly.
“Don’t worry.”
“But, what if I hurt you?”
“You won’t.”
“But -”
“Listen, we just prepared me. Okay? I’ll be fine.” He reassured Taemin and the younger gave him the best he could attempt at a smile.
Taemin looked down to where their bodies touched but Key wouldn’t let him, and guided his face to look into his eyes. They were glued as he flexed his hips, pushing his ample erection into Key’s body. He winced, his eyes shut and Taemin immediately froze, his body tensing at the thought of causing pain to his elegant hyung, before Key opened his eyes to urge the younger in farther. Key’s short nails dug half-moons into the magnae’s chest, all the while him moaning and gasping as Taemin pushed in. The heat was insufferable, almost too good, and Taemin needed more than he had. Taemin bit his lip in frustration as he moved his hips in a slow grind; he moaned deeply when he was fully situated inside, wanting nothing other than to pound the boy into the bed.
“Are you okay?” Key pushed his hair out of his face, sweat gathering on his forehead.
“I’m fine.” Taemin panted and his eyes were full of concentration. He moved hesitantly, as if he needed permission to move, and Key nodded slightly. The rappers back arched and Taemin thrust up in and out of older boy’s body cautiously. Key was loud, his moans were drowning Taemin’s hearing, and that egged Taemin on.
“Harder...Faster....Oh god, please don’t stop..” He moaned and Taemin felt a hot rush spike deep within the pit of his stomach. I’m going to...No don’t Taemin. You don’t want to seem incapable. But, Lord was it hot, and felt so god damn good. Taemin was hammering into that deep heat that was clouding his mind, concentrating on nothing but how fantastic it felt.
Taemin was brushing against Key’s prostate too many times, and Key couldn’t help but ponder how the hell this felt so incredible when it was only his first time. Why haven’t I done this sooner?! Taking a gulp of air, Key rocked his hips with Taemin, moving with Taemin hard thrusts. He moved his hand to his erection, with Taemin only watching him with awe, a little bit uncomfortable watching the boy pleasure himself.
He moaned and Key felt his body contract as the white fluid spilled from his body, covering Taemin’s pale chest. Taemin’s shoulder’s rose from the bed and magnae felt his entire body begin to spasm as he cried out with him. Key’s other hand gripped the dancer’s shoulders as Taemin swelled and throbbed inside him. Taemin gave one last push, remaining deep inside him as Key shook and groaned.
Key collapsed on top of him, his body trembling from head to toe. Taemin panted beneath the rapper, and he gently pushed the hair off Key’s forehead, playing with it, the hair so silky through his fingers. Key eyes fluttered shut from the soothing motion and Taemin placed kisses at the corners of his lips.
“Hyung… One question.” Taemin grinned at the beautiful sight beneath him. “Why didn’t the hyung’s take us the basketball game too?”
Key stopped and gave out a laugh of suspicion.
“Because they’re good hyungs.”