Too Close For Comfort
Title: Too Close For Comfort
Pairing(s): Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: R
Genre: ...Non-graphic smut, at least.
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, no one owns them.
Warning: PWP; tease!Sungmin, whipped!Jongwoon; what else is new?
Summary: In Sungmin’s opinion, one can always make time for sex, so what’s wrong with a quick dalliance in an elevator?
“N-not here, Sungmin,” Jongwoon growled, as he attempted to pry an overly amorous Sungmin off of himself. “What if people find us he-here-“
Jongwoon’s voice petered out weakly as soon as Sungmin’s left hand slipped under his black shirt, scraping his nails against the tanned skin while his teeth grazed teasingly and quickly over his ear cartilage. Sungmin’s right hand was wrapped around Jongwoon’s shoulders, supporting himself as he shifted most of his body weight against Jongwoon, their fronts in complete contact with each other’s.
Jongwoon had always known that Sungmin was a pretty good multi-tasker, but this, this was ridiculous.
“Sungmin, p-please…” Jongwoon drew out another harsh moan when Sungmin had seemingly found his nipple, taking the hardening nub in between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure which made Jongwoon bite down on his bottom lip to suppress his moan.
Sungmin slid his tongue back into his mouth and turned to face Jongwoon directly, his features creased in a taunting expression.
“You want me to stop?” Sungmin titled his head coyly, his doe-eyes widened mockingly, goading Jongwoon even further.
His brain in a complete haze after just a few minutes of Sungmin’s ministrations, Jongwoon merely blinked mutedly as he maintained eye contact with the man before him. The man, who just ten minutes ago, decided that it was a very good idea to use the crowded elevator as an excuse to start feeling Jongwoon through his jeans.
As Jongwoon remained silent, trying desperately to steady his uneven breathing, Sungmin stood in front of him, quietly and patiently awaiting Jongwoon’s answer.
“I want you, Sungmin,” Jongwoon finally admitted, his statement coming out in a hoarse whisper as his tongue had suddenly felt like lead in his mouth; as if trying to stop Jongwoon from giving in to Sungmin. Not that it was of any use, of course; in the seven years that Jongwoon had known Sungmin, he had learned early that the younger man always got what he wanted. And in this instance, it was his voiced consent in partaking in a (hopefully) brief dalliance inside the fireman’s lift.
That was all that Sungmin needed to know. An unwilling partner took a little more energy to wear down, but it definitely didn’t stop him. Knowing that he had Jongwoon’s consent meant that he didn’t have to expend as much energy as before and that Jongwoon was definitely interested in a little fun, album cover shooting schedule be damned.
It was a huge relief, because Sungmin honestly believed that Jongwoon would play the ‘good hyung’ role till the very end and insist that they step out of the fireman’s lift, which Jongwoon had dragged them into for a serious discussion about Sungmin’s inappropriate behaviour, until Sungmin had derailed it by cornering Jongwoon to the elevator door and pressing his thighs into the other’s.
“Just...” Jongwoon spoke up once more, drawing the attention of Sungmin, who had returned to his position pressed against Jongwoon’s heated body. “We can’t take too long. Ten minutes, Sungmin; that’s all the time I can allow.”
Sungmin chuckled, deeply amused by the almost pleading tone in Jongwoon’s simple request.
“You won’t regret it, Jongwoon.” Sungmin smiled.
Jongwoon had no time to respond; his mouth was promptly silenced by Sungmin’s lips over his. Sungmin’s tongue invaded his forced open mouth, probing the warm cavern and prodding at Jongwoon’s inactive tongue, its textured surface sending pleasurable sensations throughout his body.
Jongwoon’s back instantly stiffened and his hands, which were previously lying idly at his sides, shot up and wrapped themselves around Sungmin’s waist, bringing the latter closer into his hold.
As their tongues pulled in and out sloppily, all previous thoughts and concerns Jongwoon had about adhering to their strict schedule were tuned out by the very pressing desire clouding his mind.
Jongwoon wanted Sungmin, and Sungmin obviously wanted him as well. At that moment, concerns such as schedules were a completely trivial matter.
-
They were at an exclusive studio in a trendy part of Seoul for their fourth album photo shoot. So exclusive was this studio that it contained a grand total of one washroom which had a functional set of toilets. Apparently, housing your studio in an abandoned warehouse meant that you had to keep it as close to its original derelict state as possible. The issue confounded Jongwoon to no end as he took the lift down to the ground storey where the only set of toilets was available.
They just had their makeup done and were changing into their photo shoot outfits when Jongwoon’s stomach decided to disagree with the sandwich he had earlier for lunch. Granted, a ham and cheese sandwich made a pathetic lunch but Jongwoon had been running on a tight schedule, rushing back from his parents’ restaurant to the dormitory.
After indicating his problem to the harried-looking leader through jerky hand gesticulations, Jongwoon immediately sprinted out of the studio. He didn’t want to hold up the shooting, and thus nothing slower than a brisk walk could do at the moment.
When the elevator doors slid open, Jongwoon expressed his incredulity at its already crowded interior. It seemed as if the Super Junior members weren’t the only ones having a photo shoot in the warehouse. A large group of people, clad in similarly distressed-looking outfits, stared at Jongwoon until he had enough common sense to step inside.
Once they reached the ground floor, as indicated by the loud ‘ding’ the lift produced, Jongwoon tried to manoeuvre his way out of the packed lift as non-evasively and politely as possible, never mind that his stomach was currently doing its own drum solo in protest of its current contents.
No words could express Jongwoon’s relief after having used the toilet. He was too preoccupied with his newfound blissful state that he had forgotten to wear his jeans properly, letting them hang around his hips.
Grasping the cubicle door handle distractedly and pulling it towards himself, Jongwoon certainly didn’t expect to meet a familiar face.
“Sungmin?” Jongwoon gasped, unconsciously taking a step back when he had fully registered the younger man’s features.
“Hyung?” Sungmin replied in a similarly confused tone, his forehead lightly creased.
“What are you doing here?” The pair asked each other simultaneously. A few seconds of silence ensued, before the both of them finally realised the needlessness of the question.
“I-“ Jongwoon was the first to speak. “I had a stomach ache so I rushed over here...”
Sungmin brought a hand up to scratch the back of his ear, and he smiled sheepishly at Jongwoon before replying, “I think I drank too much water back at the dorm so...”
“R-right,” Jongwoon stammered, casting a quick glance at Sungmin and at the toilet behind him. “I’d better-“
“Hyung?” Sungmin muttered, his eyes suddenly interested in the tiled washroom floor. “Your jeans...”
“Shit,” Jongwoon instantly cursed, before hastily pulling up his jeans and its zipper.
Well, at least Jongwoon was wearing decent boxers; it was the houndstooth printed pair that he had gotten with their coordi-noona during their last shopping trip to Myeong-dong. Then again, being caught with your pants undone in front of your dongsaeng was definitely a huge blow to your dignity, to the point that wearing decent boxers wasn’t enough to make the situation any less mortifying.
Striding past Sungmin wordlessly, Jongwoon headed to the sink furthest from the cubicle and bent over it, letting out a huge sigh of frustration.
“Jongwoon-hyung?” Sungmin’s voice called out hopefully, sounding especially tiny from the confines of the cubicle. “Is it okay if you wait for me?”
Raising his head, Jongwoon turned slowly to the direction of the voice and he smiled weakly, even though Sungmin couldn’t see it.
"Of course it's okay."
Whenever it was just the two of them, Jongwoon had always secretly enjoyed their time alone together. Holding a conversation with Sungmin was easy, and throwing insults at each other was a commonplace habit. They rarely took offence of each other’s ribbing because they knew that there was never any malicious intent behind their words. It wasn’t just empty talk when Jongwoon had once said that Sungmin was the member who was the kindest to him; he had really meant it.
Hence, as far-fetched as it sounded, he didn’t mind waiting for Sungmin in the washroom. He would most probably be rewarded with a nice conversation, interspersed with light, playful banter, with the younger man.
Jongwoon didn’t know how far from the truth it was going to be.
-
Back at the lift lobby, there was already a crowd gathered at the front of the elevator. Jongwoon shook his head in disbelief; where the heck did all of these people come from?
Sungmin stood quietly beside him, rocking back and forth on his heels as he watched the numbers above the elevator door light up according to the floor it was presently at.
Finally, the number one lit up, which was soon followed by the distinct ‘ding’. Jongwoon let Sungmin move into the elevator first, his hand hovering near the small of Sungmin’s back as he followed the latter inside. In order to accommodate the rest of the occupants, Sungmin shifted to a corner of the lift, with Jongwoon almost standing guard in front of him.
As the elevator travelled upwards, none of its other occupants seemed to want to vacate it, or at least, their destination was on a floor higher than Jongwoon’s and Sungmin’s own.
Jongwoon hummed tunelessly, as his mind willed the elevator to move faster. However, it kept chugging along laboriously, making ominous, mechanical sounds which made Jongwoon conclude that it would have been better if the two of them had taken the stairs.
Just as he was about to turn and check on Sungmin, Jongwoon felt a brief, sharp pressure digging into his right shoulder, followed by a ticklish sensation against the side of his face; Sungmin had rested his face against Jongwoon’s. Jongwoon chuckled warmly and reached out to give Sungmin’s hand a comforting squeeze, as if soundlessly reassuring him that they were going to reach their destination soon.
Barely a few seconds later, Jongwoon felt another sensation. He could feel Sungmin’s chest, no, his whole body pressed into his back.
Jongwoon surreptitiously turned to his right; Sungmin’s face was still buried in his shoulder, and he was silent.
Maybe Sungmin’s just feeling claustrophobic, Jongwoon told himself, before facing back to the front.
Jongwoon’s grip on Sungmin’s hand tightened when he felt the latter’s free hand suddenly creeping up his thigh.
Maybe...Maybe he can’t see where his hand is going, Jongwoon thought inwardly.
However, when Sungmin’s hand traversed to the front of his jeans; that was when Jongwoon knew for sure that Sungmin’s actions were calculated and not unintentional like Jongwoon had originally thought.
With no other options than to remain uncomfortably still, Jongwoon used all of his willpower not to succumb to Sungmin’s actions. There was no way he was going to give a free performance to the rest of the people in the lift, even if Sungmin’s hand was rather talented in stoking the interest of his strained erection.
-
Finally, they had reached their floor. Jongwoon immediately tugged hard on Sungmin’s hand, directing the younger man forcefully out of the cramped elevator. He maintained his firm grip on Sungmin’s hand even after the latter had stepped out of the elevator, which caused Sungmin to wonder aloud about Jongwoon’s sudden control.
“I need to talk to you, Sungmin.” Jongwoon shot Sungmin a brief look over his shoulder.
Sungmin was instantly silenced; Jongwoon’s diction may have been harsh but it was nothing compared to his gaze, which was positively deadly.
Spotting an out of service fireman’s lift from the corner of his eye, Jongwoon quickened his pace and jabbed the lift button impatiently. Not even waiting for the lift doors to slide open fully, Jongwoon yanked on Sungmin’s hand and pushed the bewildered man into the lift, before storming inside.
Sungmin stood helplessly in the middle of the lift, rubbing his wrist timidly, his bright eyes conveying his total lack of comprehension regarding the situation.
For a split second, Jongwoon felt guilty about his rough handling of Sungmin; it was obvious that Jongwoon had hurt him. But the feeling dissipated as soon as Jongwoon remembered why he had pulled Sungmin aside in the first place.
“Don’t you dare act coy with me, Sungmin,” Jongwoon hissed. He was never one to raise his voice, even to a junior, so he settled with using a soft, yet piercing tone.
Sungmin surveyed him for a moment, with an expression that Jongwoon couldn’t decipher. Then, as if a switch had been turned on in Sungmin, his pink lips slowly curled into a smirk.
“I wasn’t expecting you to get straight to the point, Jongwoon.” Sungmin let out a chuckle. “But it’s a good thing... It means that I don’t have to beat around the bush any longer.”
Jongwoon didn’t know which to be more surprised by: Sungmin’s 180-degree change in behaviour or the lack of the usual honorific.
“What are you talking about-“
He didn’t get to finish his sentence. Sungmin had stalked towards him, with Jongwoon instinctively shuffling backwards, until Jongwoon realised in mild panic that his back was already touching the elevator doors.
Wearing a completely triumphant expression, Sungmin loomed before Jongwoon, having gained the upper hand.
“Hey, let’s have some fun. What do you say...Jongwoon?”
-
Jungsu shot what seemed like the hundredth glance at the studio’s entrance, as if Jongwoon and Sungmin would magically appear through the doors at that instance.
“Where are they?” Jungsu’s question was directed to no one in particular, but those within earshot winced when they detected the anxious tone of his suddenly shrill voice.
Donghae looked up from his iPhone and shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Maybe the elevator had broken down?”
“Jungsu-hyung.” Ryeowook had appeared at the leader’s side, which was no mean feat considering how the rest of the members were too scared (or in Heechul’s case, too indifferent) to even approach Jungsu five minutes ago. “We could all see how pained Jongwoon-hyung looked. It’s possible that Sungmin-hyung’s waiting for Jongwoon-hyung in the washroom.”
Siwon, who had been silently watching Jungsu pace the middle of the studio, nodded at Ryeowook’s last sentence. “Why don’t you wait for another five minutes, Jungsu-hyung? Now is not the time to worry.”
“Yet.” Jungsu added twitchily. “Now is not the time to worry yet, you mean.”
-
I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be letting Sungmin do this to me.
Jongwoon was practically chanting those three sentences over and over again, almost like a mantra. Yet, his body couldn’t move. His limbs weren’t complying with his thoughts.
Because really, if Sungmin had you in his mouth and was treating your cock with such rapt attention...no one could blame Jongwoon for not being in the right state of mind.
“Sungmin,” Jongwoon managed to choke out. “Sungmin...”
It seemed as if Sungmin’s name was the only thing that Jongwoon’s vocal chords were capable of producing.
Cold fingers unexpectedly clamped around Jongwoon’s length, furling themselves around the area which Sungmin couldn’t fit into his mouth. Just when Jongwoon thought the sensation of Sungmin’s tongue swirling lazily around the head of his cock was enough to drive him over the edge, Sungmin’s hand had to join in the action as well.
-
Hyukjae stole a quick glance at his wristwatch. “It’s already been seven minutes, Jungsu-hyung. Shouldn’t you try to reach either Jongwoon-hyung or Sungmin-hyung?”
Jungsu already had his iPhone in his hand, obviously waiting for someone to announce to him to start attempting to contact either of the missing duo.
“I definitely don’t want to be here when the both of them finally make it back.” Kyuhyun shook his head. “Jungsu-hyung would practically combust.”
“I’m with you, kid,” Heechul concurred. “We’ll be the first ones out of the door.”
-
His eyes wrenched shut, Jongwoon leaned his head against the elevator doors. He was just so close, and his muscles were already clenching in anticipation to his release.
Sungmin had decided that his tongue and hand wasn’t enough to make Jongwoon scream out his name wantonly like he had envisaged, so he used his lips. As he dragged his plump lips up and down Jongwoon’s length, Sungmin let his tongue lick a slow trail along the underside.
Without warning, Jongwoon thrusted into Sungmin’s mouth, moaning in pleasure as he finally reached his climax. Sungmin’s chubby cheeks hollowed around Jongwoon’s cock, lapping up the warm substance unloaded into his mouth.
“You taste salty.” Those were the first words Sungmin uttered after swallowing every last drop that Jongwoon had released.
Jongwoon stared at Sungmin wordlessly, as the latter stood up easily and dusted his knees.
“Did you like it?”
Meekly, Jongwoon nodded his assent. Sungmin smiled, though this time, his eyes weren’t as menacing as before.
Sungmin stepped forward and leaned against Jongwoon lazily, pressing his cheek lightly against the side of Jongwoon’s face. Jongwoon stiffened at the intimate gesture; he was afraid that Sungmin would exhibit another unexpected shift in behaviour.
Noticing Jongwoon’s tense body language, Sungmin merely laughed softly in response. Turning so that he was facing Jongwoon directly, Sungmin briefly rubbed his nose against Jongwoon’s before tilting to cover Jongwoon’s lips with his.
This time, Jongwoon’s reaction wasn’t as delayed; within a few seconds, he started to move his lips against Sungmin’s. Encouraged by Jongwoon’s response, Sungmin took Jongwoon’s bottom lip in between his own, tugging at it lightly.
Jongwoon grunted, too spent to do anything else other than allow Sungmin dominance in the kiss. Yet, it was unlike their previous kiss; Sungmin wasn’t intent on probing all four corners of Jongwoon’s mouth.
Holding Jongwoon’s head in place with both his hands in the former’s hair, Sungmin pressed his lips delicately against the sides of Jongwoon’s mouth, causing Jongwoon to instinctively smile at the tender actions.
“Sungminnie...” Jongwoon mumbled.
“Yes, Jongwoon?” Sungmin hummed absentmindedly through his lips, as he nuzzled the side of Jongwoon’s face.
“Go... We should go...” At long last, Jongwoon managed to string three words together in a sentence. “Others...worried...”
“Oh.”
Pulling away from Jongwoon, Sungmin sighed dolefully. He knew that their encounter had to end sooner or later, but he honestly felt that this was much too short a duration to fully enjoy each other.
Sungmin’s dejectedness wasn’t lost on Jongwoon, who was sharing similar sentiments. Of course, the next time, he would rather that it be held at more comfortable, convenient setting. Like say, his bed back at the dorm?
“Next time.” Jongwoon attempted to console Sungmin that this wasn’t a one-off occasion. “Do it again.”
Sungmin instantly brightened up at Jongwoon’s assurance. “You’re not mad at me, Jongwoon?"
Mad? Jongwoon thought incredulously. Why would I be when you’ve just given me the best blowjob I've ever had?
Unable to articulate his full thoughts, Jongwoon simply shook his head. He tentatively tried to straighten his back, moving away from the surface of the elevator door, only to sway awkwardly on the spot.
Sungmin swooped onto Jongwoon, wrapping a hand around the latter’s waist to steady him. Burying his head in the crook of Sungmin’s neck, Jongwoon slumped exhaustedly into Sungmin’s hold as the younger man dragged them out of the fireman’s lift and towards the direction of the studio.
His breathing back to normal, Jongwoon raised his head and mumbled into Sungmin’s ear, “That was amazing, by the way. Thank you.”
“It’ll be even more mind-blowing the next time,” Sungmin didn’t skip a beat, muttering from the corner of his mouth.
-
The rest of the present members stared at Jungsu as he eyed his iPhone beadily, muttering incoherently as his call once again went into voicemail.
“I’ve tried calling Sungminnie,” Donghee bravely voiced out. “But I realised that he left his phone inside his bag.”
Jungsu sank into his seat tiredly; he was no longer agitated by the pair’s prolonged absence, but he was worried. What if Sungmin had fainted due to his anaemic condition? What if Jongwoon was lying unconscious on the hard, tiled washroom floor due to dehydration? What if-
“I’m so sorry we’re late!” A familiar voice rang throughout the hushed room, activities having stopped twenty minutes ago.
Sungmin emerged from the studio’s entrance, clutching Jongwoon by his side, who seemed absolutely drained.
“Hyung!” Ryeowook was the first to react. His shout triggered the others into action, and they all sprinted towards the pair.
“Jongwoon-hyung was really dizzy when I found him, so I waited in the washroom with him until he was feeling better,” Sungmin spoke up when eight pairs of eyes surveyed them questioningly, wordlessly demanding an explanation for their absence.
Kyuhyun pursed his lips, frowning slightly as he studied Jongwoon’s listless expression. “Actually, he still looks pretty ill to me.”
“I’m fine,” Jongwoon said, his tone withdrawn. “I just need more rest...”
Jungsu sighed heavily, the worst case scenarios drawn up in his head finally dispelled by Jongwoon’s voiced reassurance.
“I’m sorry, Jongwoon, but you’ll have to rest later. We’ve held up the photo shoot for almost half an hour and we can’t afford any more delays.”
-
Jongwoon's mind was blank as he lethargically slipped his hand through the arm of his blazer. Beside him, Sungmin was already smoothening the lapels of his own jacket carefully, so that it hung neatly over his body.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Jongwoon?” Sungmin turned to gaze at Jongwoon anxiously.
“I am,” Jongwoon replied immediately. “Why don’t you try to do a photo shoot after experiencing a thoroughly draining orgasm?”
Sungmin simply rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we’ve actually had proper sex yet, Jongwoon-“
“You’ll be singing a different tune back at the dorm,” Jongwoon interjected, aiming at Sungmin a suggestive smirk.
“Oh, really?” Sungmin quirked a brow.
“Yes, really,” Jongwoon said coolly. “I can’t let you do all the work, right?”
“But you’ve never once complained,” was Sungmin’s parting shot as the crew’s loud shouts put an end to their conversation.
Jongwoon set off after Sungmin, who was already heading towards the middle of the studio where the rest of the members had already gathered.
It was definitely going to be an interesting night back at the dorms.
***
A/N: The things Jongwoon and Sungmin make me do...
You can blame/thank (whichever is applicable) deemonic for this sad excuse for a smut fic.
With this photo, she commented that "They look like they're putting clothes back on. Min looks suspiciously satisfied, Yeh looks exhausted and his hair is questionable... ahem... yeah."
To get rid of the images, I had to write out this fic. So yeah. ;~~~~~;
Comments are appreciated! (:
Pairing(s): Yesung/Sungmin
Rating: R
Genre: ...Non-graphic smut, at least.
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, no one owns them.
Warning: PWP; tease!Sungmin, whipped!Jongwoon; what else is new?
Summary: In Sungmin’s opinion, one can always make time for sex, so what’s wrong with a quick dalliance in an elevator?
“N-not here, Sungmin,” Jongwoon growled, as he attempted to pry an overly amorous Sungmin off of himself. “What if people find us he-here-“
Jongwoon’s voice petered out weakly as soon as Sungmin’s left hand slipped under his black shirt, scraping his nails against the tanned skin while his teeth grazed teasingly and quickly over his ear cartilage. Sungmin’s right hand was wrapped around Jongwoon’s shoulders, supporting himself as he shifted most of his body weight against Jongwoon, their fronts in complete contact with each other’s.
Jongwoon had always known that Sungmin was a pretty good multi-tasker, but this, this was ridiculous.
“Sungmin, p-please…” Jongwoon drew out another harsh moan when Sungmin had seemingly found his nipple, taking the hardening nub in between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure which made Jongwoon bite down on his bottom lip to suppress his moan.
Sungmin slid his tongue back into his mouth and turned to face Jongwoon directly, his features creased in a taunting expression.
“You want me to stop?” Sungmin titled his head coyly, his doe-eyes widened mockingly, goading Jongwoon even further.
His brain in a complete haze after just a few minutes of Sungmin’s ministrations, Jongwoon merely blinked mutedly as he maintained eye contact with the man before him. The man, who just ten minutes ago, decided that it was a very good idea to use the crowded elevator as an excuse to start feeling Jongwoon through his jeans.
As Jongwoon remained silent, trying desperately to steady his uneven breathing, Sungmin stood in front of him, quietly and patiently awaiting Jongwoon’s answer.
“I want you, Sungmin,” Jongwoon finally admitted, his statement coming out in a hoarse whisper as his tongue had suddenly felt like lead in his mouth; as if trying to stop Jongwoon from giving in to Sungmin. Not that it was of any use, of course; in the seven years that Jongwoon had known Sungmin, he had learned early that the younger man always got what he wanted. And in this instance, it was his voiced consent in partaking in a (hopefully) brief dalliance inside the fireman’s lift.
That was all that Sungmin needed to know. An unwilling partner took a little more energy to wear down, but it definitely didn’t stop him. Knowing that he had Jongwoon’s consent meant that he didn’t have to expend as much energy as before and that Jongwoon was definitely interested in a little fun, album cover shooting schedule be damned.
It was a huge relief, because Sungmin honestly believed that Jongwoon would play the ‘good hyung’ role till the very end and insist that they step out of the fireman’s lift, which Jongwoon had dragged them into for a serious discussion about Sungmin’s inappropriate behaviour, until Sungmin had derailed it by cornering Jongwoon to the elevator door and pressing his thighs into the other’s.
“Just...” Jongwoon spoke up once more, drawing the attention of Sungmin, who had returned to his position pressed against Jongwoon’s heated body. “We can’t take too long. Ten minutes, Sungmin; that’s all the time I can allow.”
Sungmin chuckled, deeply amused by the almost pleading tone in Jongwoon’s simple request.
“You won’t regret it, Jongwoon.” Sungmin smiled.
Jongwoon had no time to respond; his mouth was promptly silenced by Sungmin’s lips over his. Sungmin’s tongue invaded his forced open mouth, probing the warm cavern and prodding at Jongwoon’s inactive tongue, its textured surface sending pleasurable sensations throughout his body.
Jongwoon’s back instantly stiffened and his hands, which were previously lying idly at his sides, shot up and wrapped themselves around Sungmin’s waist, bringing the latter closer into his hold.
As their tongues pulled in and out sloppily, all previous thoughts and concerns Jongwoon had about adhering to their strict schedule were tuned out by the very pressing desire clouding his mind.
Jongwoon wanted Sungmin, and Sungmin obviously wanted him as well. At that moment, concerns such as schedules were a completely trivial matter.
-
They were at an exclusive studio in a trendy part of Seoul for their fourth album photo shoot. So exclusive was this studio that it contained a grand total of one washroom which had a functional set of toilets. Apparently, housing your studio in an abandoned warehouse meant that you had to keep it as close to its original derelict state as possible. The issue confounded Jongwoon to no end as he took the lift down to the ground storey where the only set of toilets was available.
They just had their makeup done and were changing into their photo shoot outfits when Jongwoon’s stomach decided to disagree with the sandwich he had earlier for lunch. Granted, a ham and cheese sandwich made a pathetic lunch but Jongwoon had been running on a tight schedule, rushing back from his parents’ restaurant to the dormitory.
After indicating his problem to the harried-looking leader through jerky hand gesticulations, Jongwoon immediately sprinted out of the studio. He didn’t want to hold up the shooting, and thus nothing slower than a brisk walk could do at the moment.
When the elevator doors slid open, Jongwoon expressed his incredulity at its already crowded interior. It seemed as if the Super Junior members weren’t the only ones having a photo shoot in the warehouse. A large group of people, clad in similarly distressed-looking outfits, stared at Jongwoon until he had enough common sense to step inside.
Once they reached the ground floor, as indicated by the loud ‘ding’ the lift produced, Jongwoon tried to manoeuvre his way out of the packed lift as non-evasively and politely as possible, never mind that his stomach was currently doing its own drum solo in protest of its current contents.
No words could express Jongwoon’s relief after having used the toilet. He was too preoccupied with his newfound blissful state that he had forgotten to wear his jeans properly, letting them hang around his hips.
Grasping the cubicle door handle distractedly and pulling it towards himself, Jongwoon certainly didn’t expect to meet a familiar face.
“Sungmin?” Jongwoon gasped, unconsciously taking a step back when he had fully registered the younger man’s features.
“Hyung?” Sungmin replied in a similarly confused tone, his forehead lightly creased.
“What are you doing here?” The pair asked each other simultaneously. A few seconds of silence ensued, before the both of them finally realised the needlessness of the question.
“I-“ Jongwoon was the first to speak. “I had a stomach ache so I rushed over here...”
Sungmin brought a hand up to scratch the back of his ear, and he smiled sheepishly at Jongwoon before replying, “I think I drank too much water back at the dorm so...”
“R-right,” Jongwoon stammered, casting a quick glance at Sungmin and at the toilet behind him. “I’d better-“
“Hyung?” Sungmin muttered, his eyes suddenly interested in the tiled washroom floor. “Your jeans...”
“Shit,” Jongwoon instantly cursed, before hastily pulling up his jeans and its zipper.
Well, at least Jongwoon was wearing decent boxers; it was the houndstooth printed pair that he had gotten with their coordi-noona during their last shopping trip to Myeong-dong. Then again, being caught with your pants undone in front of your dongsaeng was definitely a huge blow to your dignity, to the point that wearing decent boxers wasn’t enough to make the situation any less mortifying.
Striding past Sungmin wordlessly, Jongwoon headed to the sink furthest from the cubicle and bent over it, letting out a huge sigh of frustration.
“Jongwoon-hyung?” Sungmin’s voice called out hopefully, sounding especially tiny from the confines of the cubicle. “Is it okay if you wait for me?”
Raising his head, Jongwoon turned slowly to the direction of the voice and he smiled weakly, even though Sungmin couldn’t see it.
"Of course it's okay."
Whenever it was just the two of them, Jongwoon had always secretly enjoyed their time alone together. Holding a conversation with Sungmin was easy, and throwing insults at each other was a commonplace habit. They rarely took offence of each other’s ribbing because they knew that there was never any malicious intent behind their words. It wasn’t just empty talk when Jongwoon had once said that Sungmin was the member who was the kindest to him; he had really meant it.
Hence, as far-fetched as it sounded, he didn’t mind waiting for Sungmin in the washroom. He would most probably be rewarded with a nice conversation, interspersed with light, playful banter, with the younger man.
Jongwoon didn’t know how far from the truth it was going to be.
-
Back at the lift lobby, there was already a crowd gathered at the front of the elevator. Jongwoon shook his head in disbelief; where the heck did all of these people come from?
Sungmin stood quietly beside him, rocking back and forth on his heels as he watched the numbers above the elevator door light up according to the floor it was presently at.
Finally, the number one lit up, which was soon followed by the distinct ‘ding’. Jongwoon let Sungmin move into the elevator first, his hand hovering near the small of Sungmin’s back as he followed the latter inside. In order to accommodate the rest of the occupants, Sungmin shifted to a corner of the lift, with Jongwoon almost standing guard in front of him.
As the elevator travelled upwards, none of its other occupants seemed to want to vacate it, or at least, their destination was on a floor higher than Jongwoon’s and Sungmin’s own.
Jongwoon hummed tunelessly, as his mind willed the elevator to move faster. However, it kept chugging along laboriously, making ominous, mechanical sounds which made Jongwoon conclude that it would have been better if the two of them had taken the stairs.
Just as he was about to turn and check on Sungmin, Jongwoon felt a brief, sharp pressure digging into his right shoulder, followed by a ticklish sensation against the side of his face; Sungmin had rested his face against Jongwoon’s. Jongwoon chuckled warmly and reached out to give Sungmin’s hand a comforting squeeze, as if soundlessly reassuring him that they were going to reach their destination soon.
Barely a few seconds later, Jongwoon felt another sensation. He could feel Sungmin’s chest, no, his whole body pressed into his back.
Jongwoon surreptitiously turned to his right; Sungmin’s face was still buried in his shoulder, and he was silent.
Maybe Sungmin’s just feeling claustrophobic, Jongwoon told himself, before facing back to the front.
Jongwoon’s grip on Sungmin’s hand tightened when he felt the latter’s free hand suddenly creeping up his thigh.
Maybe...Maybe he can’t see where his hand is going, Jongwoon thought inwardly.
However, when Sungmin’s hand traversed to the front of his jeans; that was when Jongwoon knew for sure that Sungmin’s actions were calculated and not unintentional like Jongwoon had originally thought.
With no other options than to remain uncomfortably still, Jongwoon used all of his willpower not to succumb to Sungmin’s actions. There was no way he was going to give a free performance to the rest of the people in the lift, even if Sungmin’s hand was rather talented in stoking the interest of his strained erection.
-
Finally, they had reached their floor. Jongwoon immediately tugged hard on Sungmin’s hand, directing the younger man forcefully out of the cramped elevator. He maintained his firm grip on Sungmin’s hand even after the latter had stepped out of the elevator, which caused Sungmin to wonder aloud about Jongwoon’s sudden control.
“I need to talk to you, Sungmin.” Jongwoon shot Sungmin a brief look over his shoulder.
Sungmin was instantly silenced; Jongwoon’s diction may have been harsh but it was nothing compared to his gaze, which was positively deadly.
Spotting an out of service fireman’s lift from the corner of his eye, Jongwoon quickened his pace and jabbed the lift button impatiently. Not even waiting for the lift doors to slide open fully, Jongwoon yanked on Sungmin’s hand and pushed the bewildered man into the lift, before storming inside.
Sungmin stood helplessly in the middle of the lift, rubbing his wrist timidly, his bright eyes conveying his total lack of comprehension regarding the situation.
For a split second, Jongwoon felt guilty about his rough handling of Sungmin; it was obvious that Jongwoon had hurt him. But the feeling dissipated as soon as Jongwoon remembered why he had pulled Sungmin aside in the first place.
“Don’t you dare act coy with me, Sungmin,” Jongwoon hissed. He was never one to raise his voice, even to a junior, so he settled with using a soft, yet piercing tone.
Sungmin surveyed him for a moment, with an expression that Jongwoon couldn’t decipher. Then, as if a switch had been turned on in Sungmin, his pink lips slowly curled into a smirk.
“I wasn’t expecting you to get straight to the point, Jongwoon.” Sungmin let out a chuckle. “But it’s a good thing... It means that I don’t have to beat around the bush any longer.”
Jongwoon didn’t know which to be more surprised by: Sungmin’s 180-degree change in behaviour or the lack of the usual honorific.
“What are you talking about-“
He didn’t get to finish his sentence. Sungmin had stalked towards him, with Jongwoon instinctively shuffling backwards, until Jongwoon realised in mild panic that his back was already touching the elevator doors.
Wearing a completely triumphant expression, Sungmin loomed before Jongwoon, having gained the upper hand.
“Hey, let’s have some fun. What do you say...Jongwoon?”
-
Jungsu shot what seemed like the hundredth glance at the studio’s entrance, as if Jongwoon and Sungmin would magically appear through the doors at that instance.
“Where are they?” Jungsu’s question was directed to no one in particular, but those within earshot winced when they detected the anxious tone of his suddenly shrill voice.
Donghae looked up from his iPhone and shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Maybe the elevator had broken down?”
“Jungsu-hyung.” Ryeowook had appeared at the leader’s side, which was no mean feat considering how the rest of the members were too scared (or in Heechul’s case, too indifferent) to even approach Jungsu five minutes ago. “We could all see how pained Jongwoon-hyung looked. It’s possible that Sungmin-hyung’s waiting for Jongwoon-hyung in the washroom.”
Siwon, who had been silently watching Jungsu pace the middle of the studio, nodded at Ryeowook’s last sentence. “Why don’t you wait for another five minutes, Jungsu-hyung? Now is not the time to worry.”
“Yet.” Jungsu added twitchily. “Now is not the time to worry yet, you mean.”
-
I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be letting Sungmin do this to me.
Jongwoon was practically chanting those three sentences over and over again, almost like a mantra. Yet, his body couldn’t move. His limbs weren’t complying with his thoughts.
Because really, if Sungmin had you in his mouth and was treating your cock with such rapt attention...no one could blame Jongwoon for not being in the right state of mind.
“Sungmin,” Jongwoon managed to choke out. “Sungmin...”
It seemed as if Sungmin’s name was the only thing that Jongwoon’s vocal chords were capable of producing.
Cold fingers unexpectedly clamped around Jongwoon’s length, furling themselves around the area which Sungmin couldn’t fit into his mouth. Just when Jongwoon thought the sensation of Sungmin’s tongue swirling lazily around the head of his cock was enough to drive him over the edge, Sungmin’s hand had to join in the action as well.
-
Hyukjae stole a quick glance at his wristwatch. “It’s already been seven minutes, Jungsu-hyung. Shouldn’t you try to reach either Jongwoon-hyung or Sungmin-hyung?”
Jungsu already had his iPhone in his hand, obviously waiting for someone to announce to him to start attempting to contact either of the missing duo.
“I definitely don’t want to be here when the both of them finally make it back.” Kyuhyun shook his head. “Jungsu-hyung would practically combust.”
“I’m with you, kid,” Heechul concurred. “We’ll be the first ones out of the door.”
-
His eyes wrenched shut, Jongwoon leaned his head against the elevator doors. He was just so close, and his muscles were already clenching in anticipation to his release.
Sungmin had decided that his tongue and hand wasn’t enough to make Jongwoon scream out his name wantonly like he had envisaged, so he used his lips. As he dragged his plump lips up and down Jongwoon’s length, Sungmin let his tongue lick a slow trail along the underside.
Without warning, Jongwoon thrusted into Sungmin’s mouth, moaning in pleasure as he finally reached his climax. Sungmin’s chubby cheeks hollowed around Jongwoon’s cock, lapping up the warm substance unloaded into his mouth.
“You taste salty.” Those were the first words Sungmin uttered after swallowing every last drop that Jongwoon had released.
Jongwoon stared at Sungmin wordlessly, as the latter stood up easily and dusted his knees.
“Did you like it?”
Meekly, Jongwoon nodded his assent. Sungmin smiled, though this time, his eyes weren’t as menacing as before.
Sungmin stepped forward and leaned against Jongwoon lazily, pressing his cheek lightly against the side of Jongwoon’s face. Jongwoon stiffened at the intimate gesture; he was afraid that Sungmin would exhibit another unexpected shift in behaviour.
Noticing Jongwoon’s tense body language, Sungmin merely laughed softly in response. Turning so that he was facing Jongwoon directly, Sungmin briefly rubbed his nose against Jongwoon’s before tilting to cover Jongwoon’s lips with his.
This time, Jongwoon’s reaction wasn’t as delayed; within a few seconds, he started to move his lips against Sungmin’s. Encouraged by Jongwoon’s response, Sungmin took Jongwoon’s bottom lip in between his own, tugging at it lightly.
Jongwoon grunted, too spent to do anything else other than allow Sungmin dominance in the kiss. Yet, it was unlike their previous kiss; Sungmin wasn’t intent on probing all four corners of Jongwoon’s mouth.
Holding Jongwoon’s head in place with both his hands in the former’s hair, Sungmin pressed his lips delicately against the sides of Jongwoon’s mouth, causing Jongwoon to instinctively smile at the tender actions.
“Sungminnie...” Jongwoon mumbled.
“Yes, Jongwoon?” Sungmin hummed absentmindedly through his lips, as he nuzzled the side of Jongwoon’s face.
“Go... We should go...” At long last, Jongwoon managed to string three words together in a sentence. “Others...worried...”
“Oh.”
Pulling away from Jongwoon, Sungmin sighed dolefully. He knew that their encounter had to end sooner or later, but he honestly felt that this was much too short a duration to fully enjoy each other.
Sungmin’s dejectedness wasn’t lost on Jongwoon, who was sharing similar sentiments. Of course, the next time, he would rather that it be held at more comfortable, convenient setting. Like say, his bed back at the dorm?
“Next time.” Jongwoon attempted to console Sungmin that this wasn’t a one-off occasion. “Do it again.”
Sungmin instantly brightened up at Jongwoon’s assurance. “You’re not mad at me, Jongwoon?"
Mad? Jongwoon thought incredulously. Why would I be when you’ve just given me the best blowjob I've ever had?
Unable to articulate his full thoughts, Jongwoon simply shook his head. He tentatively tried to straighten his back, moving away from the surface of the elevator door, only to sway awkwardly on the spot.
Sungmin swooped onto Jongwoon, wrapping a hand around the latter’s waist to steady him. Burying his head in the crook of Sungmin’s neck, Jongwoon slumped exhaustedly into Sungmin’s hold as the younger man dragged them out of the fireman’s lift and towards the direction of the studio.
His breathing back to normal, Jongwoon raised his head and mumbled into Sungmin’s ear, “That was amazing, by the way. Thank you.”
“It’ll be even more mind-blowing the next time,” Sungmin didn’t skip a beat, muttering from the corner of his mouth.
-
The rest of the present members stared at Jungsu as he eyed his iPhone beadily, muttering incoherently as his call once again went into voicemail.
“I’ve tried calling Sungminnie,” Donghee bravely voiced out. “But I realised that he left his phone inside his bag.”
Jungsu sank into his seat tiredly; he was no longer agitated by the pair’s prolonged absence, but he was worried. What if Sungmin had fainted due to his anaemic condition? What if Jongwoon was lying unconscious on the hard, tiled washroom floor due to dehydration? What if-
“I’m so sorry we’re late!” A familiar voice rang throughout the hushed room, activities having stopped twenty minutes ago.
Sungmin emerged from the studio’s entrance, clutching Jongwoon by his side, who seemed absolutely drained.
“Hyung!” Ryeowook was the first to react. His shout triggered the others into action, and they all sprinted towards the pair.
“Jongwoon-hyung was really dizzy when I found him, so I waited in the washroom with him until he was feeling better,” Sungmin spoke up when eight pairs of eyes surveyed them questioningly, wordlessly demanding an explanation for their absence.
Kyuhyun pursed his lips, frowning slightly as he studied Jongwoon’s listless expression. “Actually, he still looks pretty ill to me.”
“I’m fine,” Jongwoon said, his tone withdrawn. “I just need more rest...”
Jungsu sighed heavily, the worst case scenarios drawn up in his head finally dispelled by Jongwoon’s voiced reassurance.
“I’m sorry, Jongwoon, but you’ll have to rest later. We’ve held up the photo shoot for almost half an hour and we can’t afford any more delays.”
-
Jongwoon's mind was blank as he lethargically slipped his hand through the arm of his blazer. Beside him, Sungmin was already smoothening the lapels of his own jacket carefully, so that it hung neatly over his body.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Jongwoon?” Sungmin turned to gaze at Jongwoon anxiously.
“I am,” Jongwoon replied immediately. “Why don’t you try to do a photo shoot after experiencing a thoroughly draining orgasm?”
Sungmin simply rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we’ve actually had proper sex yet, Jongwoon-“
“You’ll be singing a different tune back at the dorm,” Jongwoon interjected, aiming at Sungmin a suggestive smirk.
“Oh, really?” Sungmin quirked a brow.
“Yes, really,” Jongwoon said coolly. “I can’t let you do all the work, right?”
“But you’ve never once complained,” was Sungmin’s parting shot as the crew’s loud shouts put an end to their conversation.
Jongwoon set off after Sungmin, who was already heading towards the middle of the studio where the rest of the members had already gathered.
It was definitely going to be an interesting night back at the dorms.
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A/N: The things Jongwoon and Sungmin make me do...
You can blame/thank (whichever is applicable) deemonic for this sad excuse for a smut fic.
With this photo, she commented that "They look like they're putting clothes back on. Min looks suspiciously satisfied, Yeh looks exhausted and his hair is questionable... ahem... yeah."
To get rid of the images, I had to write out this fic. So yeah. ;~~~~~;
Comments are appreciated! (: