sexual frustration (1/1)
title: sexual frustration (1/1)
pairing: jongho
rating: nc-17
word count: 1,900+
summary: in which jonghyun suffers from perpetual sexual frustration and the only person who can fix it is minho.
note: 3 jongho fics in a row, even i’m impressed tbh. un-betaed, but i'll re read it later
for the lovely jinkibangs, hope you like it beautiful <3
based on this video, 6:00-6:45
Jonghyun curses himself to the ends of the earth when he feels all blood surge to his groin as he awkwardly shifts his weight from foot to foot. He claps for his winnings despite the throbbing in his dick with a smile on his face - albeit all he wants to do it shove his hands down his pants and jack off - and fumbles with the hem of his shirt after he looks down, trying to cover his very, very obvious cock that has simply manifested into something that he really doesn’t need at this time.
Jonghyun blames Minho.
He blames Minho for this stupid boner that’s pressing against the seam of his sweatpants, he blames Minho for giving him this stupid erection and he blames Minho for making him blame Minho.
Jonghyun silently shoots him daggers before whimpering at the need for contact. Did Minho really have to push his knee up against Jonghyun’s crotch every single time they twisted and turned? Sure, he understood Minho’s competitive streak, at such a young age and all, but did he have to press their bodies together with that fierce look in his eyes?
Jonghyun thought it was all a bit too unnecessary, and now he has to trail around a massive erection until he can somehow escape to a secluded enough area to actually get rid of it.
Jonghyun connects eyes with Minho somehow during the awkward fumbling of playing with his shirt and mentally willing his erection to disappear. When Minho’s eyes flick down a titch and straight back up to Jonghyun’s with a smug smile on his face, Jonghyun’s pretty sure he’s blushing so hard that he looks constipated - there’s no chance Minho missed the prominent bulge in his pants, no chance.
“Alright guys, 15 minute break.” Comes the sweet sound of the PD’s call and Jonghyun slumps in relief, hands subconsciously covering his genitals as his eyes dart around for predators, and upon realising that nobody is watching him, Jonghyun darts to the bathroom in a slight scamper.
Jonghyun holds his weight on locked elbows and peers at himself through the mirror, glaring more than anything at his appearance. He internally scolds himself - this is Minho he’s thinking about. The guy is straighter than the asshole that used to call him a faggot in high school. Then again, he did manage to give that asshole a hand job behind the bleachers, so who the hells knows anything about sexuality anymore.
The screech of the door opening jars Jonghyun from his thoughts and he quickly dashes to the nearest stall before he can see the culprit, pushing his body against the door to keep it shut. He looks down to his crotch, erection still holding as strong as ever (if not stronger because damn, that guy was hot), and bangs his head off the door hard enough that a thud echoes within the walls.
“Jonghyun…Is that you?” Jonghyun lifts his head and stares at the door behind him like he can see through it when he hears Minho’s harsh, deep whisper penetrate the silence.
“Ha ha,” Jonghyun forces out awkward laughter, “Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?” His voice sounds shaky, pressed, and he knows it, but why did the cause of this situation have to be the one who saunters in when he’s going to deal with it?
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Minho’s voice sounds closer, like the only thing that’s stopping Jonghyun’s back being against Minho’s chest is this thin piece of wood.
“What are you talking about?” Jonghyun tries his lame attempt at laughing once more for good measure. He wonders if Minho still has that competitive look in his eyes, wonders if his eyes are still black with the desire to control and win, wonders if Minho still wants to throw him around like he’s a toy if it gets him what he wants. And the most pathetic thing? That Jonghyun loves it.
“How’s that boner of yours?” Minho jokes light heartedly through the wood but it’s enough to make Jonghyun burst away from the door in an outrage, to which Minho seizes the opportunity and slides inside, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
“I see it’s still…hanging around.” Minho glances down briefly before he fires Jonghyun a devious smile as he takes a step closer to him despite the stall already being a little stuffy and Jonghyun counteracts with an unsure step back, shoulder blades pressed into the cement wall.
“Want me to take care of that for you?” Minho’s voice deepens so much that it’s almost inaudible over the storm that’s thrashing in Jonghyun’s head.
“Uh…” He lamely replies - okay, so the thing is that the rest of his band members don’t exactly know about his…extracurricular activities, so to speak. Jonghyun’s pretty sure that they wouldn’t mind even if he did tell them, but none of them have exactly came out and asked ‘hey, Jonghyun, are you a little bit partial to some cock?’ so really, they just don’t need to know. Not yet, anyway, but by the look of things, his secret is going to be set loose in a matter of seconds.
Minho softly kisses down Jonghyun’s sharp jawline, hands loosely resting on Jonghyun’s hipbones until one of them slide down and his palm cups Jonghyun’s cock through the fabric of his sweats.
“Hmmm?” Minho reminds him of the question, but Jonghyun isn’t in any state to even trust his voice, never mind use it. He nods weakly, pathetically, anything just to keep Minho pressed against him, to keep his hand rubbing circles over his hard cock. His cheeks flush, lips parted, as Minho makes his way towards Jonghyun’s neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh and rolling the skin between his teeth. A small keen escapes Jonghyun’s throat when Minho licks a long stripe of saliva up over his adam’s apple and kisses Jonghyun’s chin, palm still working over the fabric with just the right amount of pressure.
Suddenly, his lips have found Jonghyun’s and he crashes them together, hands leaving his crotch to plunge his fingers into Jonghyun’s hair, cradling his head in his hands as he pushes them closer together, nose pressing into Minho’s cheek.
“Fuck, Minho…what -” He manages to breath out in between kisses before Minho finally takes the chance and thrusts his tongue inside, effectively shutting up Jonghyun and making him forget whatever it was he was about to ask. It was probably important, Jonghyun thinks, but he’s pretty sure he’s never been this turned on in his entire life, not even when that straight bully fell into his hands like putty.
“What are you doing?!” Jonghyun grips Minho’s wrist after it slips down past the waistline of his pants and is seconds away from touching where Jonghyun wants to be touched most. However, this is stupid, irrational; this is his best friend here and he’s about to touch Jonghyun’s cock for the first time in their many years of knowing each other. “You’re gay? Do you like me?” He frantically asks, trying to seek out some sort of logic in this nonsense.
Minho doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he laughs. “Hyung…” He dips his head, pressing his lips against Jonghyun’s ear. “Shut up, will you?” He quietly chuckles again as his hand slithers lower and circles Jonghyun’s cock in a tight fist at the base.
“Oh my god.” Jonghyun stifles the moan he’s about to emit when Minho starts to work his hand, thumbing over the head of Jonghyun’s cock with every pump of his fist.
“Listen…We don’t have a lot of time.” Minho says as he removes his hand and twists Jonghyun around by his shoulders. “So we have to do this fast.” He hooks his fingers into Jonghyun’s sweatpants and tugs loosely, enough to make them drop and pool around his shoes before Jonghyun even gets a chance to protest about how if he’s going to actually have sex with his best friend for the first time, he doesn’t exactly want it to be in a bathroom stall during a break of filming, but Jonghyun whips his head around to see Minho spitting into his hand and it’s like those thoughts didn’t even exist.
“Do you want it?” Minho smirks as he traces around Jonghyun’s hole, teasing the entrance before actually pressing in before he suddenly pushes on Jonghyun’s back and bends him over until his back is arched and his cheekbone is pressing against the way to an almost uncomfortable degree. His fingers grip onto nothing as Minho finally curls two fingers inside. It’s rough, slightly dry, but god does it make Jonghyun’s stomach clench with desire.
“I said…” Minho forces his weight onto Jonghyun’s lower back to reach his ear. “Do you want. My cock?
“Oh fuck.” Is the only thing that Jonghyun can possibly say, the only thing he can possible think about when Minho is three fingers in and abusing his prostate.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, god, just fuck me Minho.” Jonghyun whimpers when Minho removes his fingers, slowly, letting Jonghyun revel in the last moments of pleasure before having his mind blown. The distinctive sound of Minho spitting into his hand again echoes in the stall until Minho’s cock is pushing its way past the first tight ring of muscle.
Realising that he doesn’t have much room to move when he’s fully seated inside, Minho nudges Jonghyun over to the toilet and further bends him over. It’s disgusting, absolutely humiliating to be taken in such a revolting place, but fuck if he cares about anything. Minho starts with shallow thrusts, heavy breathing that mixes in with Jonghyun’s stuttered moans until he sets a steady rhythm, the explicit sound of skin slapping against skin reeling in Jonghyun’s ears.
“You’re so good, so hot.” Minho moans as he picks up his speed, pounding into Jonghyun who’s unable to do anything but just take it. He’s never particularly thought of Minho in any way that suggested sexual (well maybe those couple of times), but now, now everything falls into place and he pushes back against Minho, using the wall above the toilet as leverage until Minho curls around to roughly tug on Jonghyun’s cock and his elbows buckle.
“Come on Jonghyun, cum for me baby.” Minho warns him desperately, balls slapping against his flesh as he rhythmically pumps his hand around Jonghyun’s cock in time with his thrusts, somehow managing to push onto Jonghyun’s prostate every single time. He can’t hold it, fire is licking his skin with each press and tug, Minho’s cock is so fucking big and Jonghyun feels so full that he’s pretty sure he’s going to pass out.
When he cums, it’s a silent moment for him. The whole world stops just so he can close his eyes and tremble as each crashing wave tumbles through him, colourful nothing flashing behind his lids. And then time speeds up again and Minho is gripping his hips so hard he’s going to have a nasty bruise tomorrow.
“Does anybody know where Jonghyun and Minho are?” Jonghyun hears the muffled voice of the PD outside the bathroom and he frantically looks back to Minho.
“Time’s up.” He whispers and Minho’s head falls back onto his shoulders as he empties himself into Jonghyun’s hole, sweat beading on his forehead and neck shining with the dodgy light, a feral groan escaping as he pushes in one last time.
Minho cleans off the remainder of his cum with the toilet paper and silently sweeps down to claim Jonghyun’s lips for the last time. Neither of them knows when they’ll be able to do that again, but with a wink as Minho leaves the stall, Jonghyun’s pretty sure it’s going to be soon.