crash and burn [oneshot]
Title: crash and burn
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Onew
Genre: Romance, Humor, AU
Rating: R (language, sex)
Word Count: ~4800
Summary: in which jonghyun admits his addiction and jinki only acts as the saint. sequel to however-you-want-it.
a/n: kinamona wanted a smut sequel "involving coffee and lips wrapping around straws and whip cream" but my fingers betrayed me and wrote a fluffy, heartattack-inducing one shot that should be shot and buried because i'm just kind of iffy on this. sigh.
crash and burn;
jonghyun realizes, after the week of trying every single drink on the menu with jinki, that his addiction has gotten a bit out of hand.
he realizes, after continuously watching jinki suck and slurp and grin away in that carefree world of his, that he can't go to sleep without slamming the bathroom door shut and soiling his boxers (and it only takes about five minutes, which is what really frustrates the boy).
jonghyun's thought of approaching jinki about it. he had planned, several times, the conversation they would go through: "jinki, i want to fuck you (because he's really great with words)," exasperated splutters from those big lips, and then after sweet promises-of drinks, of course-a passionate night of holding and loving.
the farthest he's gone, of course, is "jinki, i want" and then the boy would cock a brow, interrupt with a "jonghyun, you're, like, drooling on yourself" and then lean over with a napkin in hand to pat at his lips (when what jonghyun really wants is to throw the boy to the ground and then run his lips over jinki's, then his tongue, and then his cock, but that's when the thoughts die because he doesn't want tented pants in a starbucks).
aggravated beyond belief, jonghyun flips over on his bed and throws the covers over himself.
yes, jonghyun admits to his pillow, he is obsessed with his saint of a boyfriend (enough to rip him from his rough and tough image, according to his friends), and he really can't do anything about it.
kibum gives jinki a weird look from over the counter. his lips are twisted, eyes narrowed, before a tongue snakes out and he calls, "hey, jinki." perking up in his seat, jinki stares back with equally as confused eyes and kibum beckons him over silently with a finger. the boy stumbles out of the couch, leaning over to listen to what's on the cashier's mind.
"where's jonghyun?" the raven asks as he pats down his blond hair, an obvious habit of his when he's uneasy or suspicious. jinki shrugs.
"he said he had to go to the bathroom or something." jinki plays with the tip box and kibum quickly slaps his hand away, muttering something like "that's my salary" under his breath. but soon enough, kibum groans aloud and then slips off his apron.
he shoots jinki a look. "take over for a sec." jinki begins to panic but kibum quickly dismisses him as he approaches the bathroom door and knocks tentatively. he glances over his shoulder to see where jinki is, but the boy's simply taken control and he smiles childishly, oh-so innocently to himself as he drums his fingers against the black cash register. kibum sighs.
"kim jonghyun," kibum hisses through the crack, "if you're jacking off in my bathroom-"
he hears enraged shouts from the other side, and then the door jerks open just slightly, "i'm not fucking masturbating in your goddamn starbucks, kibum, shut the fuck up."
"touchy." kibum smirks and then it quickly falls. "i saw the looks you were giving jinki. you keep it up and the kid's gonna hightail right out of here." when silence answers him, kibum barks, "jonghyun, i'm serious, you better fucking save it. i can't stand the ogling."
"hey, how's it going with that kid?"
kibum flushes. "what-would you mind your own business?"
"well then, i should be saying the same to you."
"there's a difference!" flustered, kibum kicks the door. "if my manager finds out-"
with a huff, jonghyun throws the door open, paper towel drying his fingers (and kibum gives him the most disgusted look ever), "stop getting your goddamn panties in a twist, kibummie. i'm not going to jump him in public. or ever."
"i can't help it when you look like you're fucking rubbing yourself all over my furniture every time jinki bats his friggin' eyes at you." kibum throws him another disgusted look. "god, you're so horny."
"you try having jinki as a boyfriend. it's like, every time i just look at the guy and think about kissing him, i feel like i've committed a crime or something," jonghyun spits in the cashier's face. "you try getting off every night with only the image of those lips smiling at you. it starts to hurt a lot, kibum." he grabs the boy by the collar of his black shirt and he keens, "a lot."
"i pity you," he sighs at the brunette, and then thin hands rip grappling fingers from his cotton shirt. "but it's not my problem that you have no idea how to charm people to bed. all you do is bully people in real life and on starcraft. you sad person."
jonghyun simply throws his hands up in the air before bee-lining his way towards the couch, throwing behind him, "i am not sad."
after sinking into the worn out leather, jonghyun glances wearily at the smiling boy behind the counter-and jonghyun smiles because jinki's hopping in his spot-then sighs. jinki stops once he does so, though, as if he had detected the fatigue in the brunette's groan, and with a smile he walks over to jonghyun's side.
"you all right?" jinki smiles brightly and jonghyun's body shivers without his consent despite the warmth of jinki's grinning face. a frown quickly frames his lips (and jonghyun instantly regrets it, wants the sunlight back). "maybe you should lay off the cold drinks for a while. you look pretty sick."
jonghyun barely manages a soft chuckle as jinki's smooth fingers run across his forehead. "i-don't worry about it." he shifts a bit uncomfortably in his seat. "why don't you sit down?" jinki looks over his shoulder quickly and nods at kibum who has returned to glaring holes in jonghyun's skull. the boy then nudges jonghyun in the shoulder to tell him to move down and squeezes into the small spot, leg brushing jonghyun's in the process. jonghyun bites his lip.
"it's supposed to rain tomorrow, isn't it?" jinki sighs aloud in contemplation and jonghyun absentmindedly nods. "why don't you come over tomorrow?"
a smile tugs at his lips. in truth, jonghyun loves the naivete in jinki's words because of the fuzzy feeling that comes with it, so quietly he throws his arm over the back of the couch and scoots farther down for jinki to get comfortable. "yeah, why not. sounds like a plan."
jinki grins. "great." then he reaches back and secretly tangles his fingers with jonghyun's. "so what do you want to do?"
the soft touch sends tingles down his knuckles, down his tendons, down through his ribs and straight to his groin and he has to clamp his lips shut to muffle the groans (luckily jinki just takes the expression as deep pondering and he instantly brights up at the thought of jonghyun seriously mulling over what to do). "why don't you surprise me?" jonghyun wishes he had a car to run himself over with.
"well," jinki starts in a low grumble, "i don't really want to play starcraft on a rainy day, and you don't like reading, so i can't really-oh, whatever, i guess we'll come up with something once tomorrow comes." he throws his arms over his head and stretches with a grunt. "god, my back hurts."
and before he can keep his libido in check, jonghyun mumbles, "why don't i give you a massage tomorrow?"
oh fuck. jonghyun blanches. oh fuck, oh my fucking-fuck, what did i just say? can i get any stupider? fuck, shit, wait, i-
obnoxiously the brunette laughs to cover his discomfort, "i was just-"
"sounds great!" jinki grins widely at him. "you're good at massages?"
jonghyun's heart explodes then, into bits of anxiety and guilt and absolute terror as he says, "yeah, i'm pretty good."
fucking digging your own grave, jonghyun thinks to himself, and one quick glance at the perturbed cashier says that kibum just thought the same thing.
jonghyun checks himself over three thousand times in the mirror, fingers fumbling here and there with his shirt and hair. "all right, jonghyun," he grumbles to himself, "it's not like you're asking him to marry you. it's just the day with him alone in his house and there's no way i can do this." he bends at the waist and lets his arms dangle a bit at his side as the blood rushes to his head. when he slowly comes up for a breath of air, he looks at himself in the mirror, with his hair mussy and falling all over his eyes, and he can't help but think that he looks pretty hot like that. he flexes some muscles that ripple under his shirt, and jonghyun sighs.
he feels a wave of cockiness wash over him. "missin' out," jonghyun grumbles under his breath and then smacks himself with his hands.
jinki opens the door with that bright smile of his and immediately all of jonghyun's frustrations pack their shit up and skip out the door. jonghyun grins at the boy who scrambles about to fix up picture frames and couch pillows.
"so," jinki stutters as he trips over strewn socks, "you want something to eat or, like, drink?"
biting his tongue, jonghyun mutters, "water would be nice."
jinki looks up from the pile of clothes and books in his hand and gives jonghyun a weird look of incredulity. the shorter boy shoots one back at him and then jinki chuckles, nearly giggles, "you know, my mom isn't home, so you don't have to act all stiff and weird like that."
"habit." jonghyun sniffs and scuffs the back of his socks against the carpeted floor, brows knit in thought. "so-"
"yeah, hold on." jinki gives him a quick smile that slips off the corners before jonghyun can fully savor it and he drops the pile near the staircase before making his way to rummage through the kitchen. slowly, jonghyun follows with his hands stuffed in his back pockets. "is it raining yet? i can't tell."
jonghyun leans against the counter where the window is and draws back the curtains, frown deep and sharp. soon the pitter patter of rain mingles with the bubbling of the coffee machine and the thin trails race against each other, stealing jonghyun's attention for the briefest moments.
when he turns around to tell jinki that it's raining, the boy's leaning beside him, warm smile complemented by raised brows. jinki raises the mug to jonghyun. "i didn't put ice in it."
clumsily jonghyun takes it in his hands. "it's fine." he peers over the edge of the cup to see jinki intently staring at him, and for the first time, he feels uncomfortable and anxious. "y'know, i biked here, so my legs are kind of sore and-"
"what happened to your car?" jinki teases, turning around to grab a bag of popcorn from the pantry. he points up to the ceiling and jonghyun simply shrugs. "it's your esteemed baby."
jonghyun snorts, "planning on getting it fixed up tomorrow. don't want to risk it."
with a scoff jinki leaps up the stairs by three, almost slipping at the very last step. "you're obsessed with that thing."
"sure," jonghyun mutters, "you can say that."
jinki turns around slightly to give the younger boy decked in white and blue a once over. "you sure you're all right? i mean, you've been looking sick ever since-"
"don't worry about it," the brunette quickly snaps and then navigates a flailing jinki into his bedroom. "honestly, i'm really fine." the grunts of disapproval and disbelief only frustrate him more. "come on, jinki, just let it go already."
"fine." jinki spins and plops onto his bed, mug of coffee still safe and full in his hands. he grins around the lip of the cup as he watches jonghyun awkwardly search for a place to sit, and after a few more moments of disgruntled searching, jinki pats the spot on the bed beside him. "better than the floor," he reasons, and jonghyun takes it.
jonghyun crosses his legs and then spreads them out until his knee knocks against jinki's, and they grin stupidly at each other. the silence reigns and jonghyun feels his fingers tingling against the cooling clay of the mug in his hands, and his eyes flicker from jinki's eyes, one smaller than the other, to his slightly awkward teeth, and then his tinted ears.
"so," jonghyun starts again.
jinki echoes. "so."
sighing, jonghyun bends forward and places his cup on the ground, brows still furrowed as he thinks of what to do. "sorry," he mumbles to bridge the awkward silence between the two, "i don't really-"
"it's fine," jinki smiles, falling back until his back hits his blue covers. he looks up at jonghyun, the boy who squirms about in his spot still searching for conversation starters, and then he reaches out, his fingertips barely brushing against the patch of yellow on his shirt. jonghyun's eyes glance down to see jinki's nails slightly digging into the material, as if asking the younger boy to join him on the flat plane of his bed, and jonghyun complies with a soft smile.
they stare up at the ceiling for minutes, hours, and the rain never stops. by the time jinki shifts and sits up for a sip at his cooled coffee, jonghyun begins to feel panic rolling and sloshing through his veins. he's never been this boring before; he's always found something to say that would make the other boy laugh. so he's dumbfounded by the fact that he's so dumbstruck and nervous because of jinki's simple glances and grins.
jonghyun stares at jinki, stares at his lips intently as the older boy whistles some tune he doesn't know. he lies on his side to watch jinki's face and the way his eyes crinkle at a particularly high note, the way those lips purse so cutely, and immediately jonghyun feels guilty.
out of all the things he could have become obsessed over, it had to be jinki's lips. not even his bright eyes or cute nose but his slightly pink lips that charm him with every single sip, every single smile, every single breath. jonghyun groans quietly and jinki doesn't hear it (thankfully).
"jonghyun," jinki murmurs softly, instantly catching the boy's attention with the call of his name. "can you?" he points to his back, a sheepish smile in place, and without a word, jonghyun rolls jinki over until he's on his stomach, and jinki lets out a squawk. "ow!"
"baby." jonghyun ruffles jinki's hair as he clambers on top of him, legs spread out on either side of the boy's waist.
under normal circumstances, the mere image and thought of jonghyun being on top of the babbling mess of goofs and clumsiness would have turned him on but the childish giggles that jinki muffles with his covers throw all those thoughts away, and jonghyun simply kneads with the flat of his palm.
"ow, ow, ow, jonghyun," jinki shouts in pain. jonghyun pulls back, confused, before jinki whines, "that hurt."
jonghyun silently rolls his eyes and continues with his massaging, starting from the neck down to the boy's waist, each soft roll of his wrist drawing out a ticklish chuckle from jinki. "would you stop laughing?" jonghyun bites but it's playful as he begins to circle his shoulder blades with his thumbs.
"so you're good at massaging because?"
"mom," the shorter boy grunts with a particularly strong push and jinki squawks again. "sorry."
jinki grins into his covers, "your mom must really like it when you give her massages."
"sure." jonghyun laughs, "she never pays me though." jinki hums a note of disapproval and jonghyun leans in closer to hear it filter through the fibers of the blanket, closes his eyes to savor the note. he continues to let his hands wander (and something in the back of his head tells him to get his head straight because a bad boy like him should not be giving other people back massages), fingers never straying too far down or too far up. he feels jinki's body buzzing below him in bliss, feels the slow beat of his heart, feels the natural heat of his body that only flushes when he's embarrassed. jonghyun takes pride in it.
jinki finally bristles though, throwing the younger boy off track. quietly jinki shifts until he can see jonghyun's face clearly. "jonghyun."
jonghyun's eyes open again, instantly filled with the image of jinki giving him weird looks, and he does a double take, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. "what?"
his pout quickly turns into a smile and jinki chuckles, "thanks. you can stop now."
the words process completely in jonghyun's mind, they really do, and his brain even manages to pick up the faint implication that he should get off the boy right about now, but jonghyun doesn't move. he hovers over jinki with a look too serious for the situation, and even after jinki's eyes glide over his face, jonghyun stays still.
"jonghyun," jinki barely whispers but jonghyun can see the way his lips move to say his name, and now nothing can will him to move. that is, until jinki shifts a bit more underneath him until he's completely on his back and then threads his fingers in jonghyun's soft, slightly frizzy hair. jinki tugs a bit harshly but it's enough for jonghyun to dip his head down and graze his lips against jinki's.
the soft moan that tumbles from jinki's slightly parted lips ignites something in the pit of his stomach (like trying to beat other teams on starcraft with jinki hollering in his ear about the wrong keys, like starting the car for its soft purr with jinki clutching the leather arm rest in unsure excitement, like sitting in an empty starbucks with jinki huddling close to him under dimmed lights). he presses his lips harder, still simple, just a molding of their lips. a shudder runs through his body as jinki's hands slip from his hair and down his shoulders, up his neck to cup his jaws.
"jonghyun." the two syllables buzz against their lips and jonghyun cracks an involuntary smile. jinki mumbles again, "jonghyun, jonghyun," and jonghyun complies with more kisses, feather-light and ephemeral.
"jinki," jonghyun mocks as his lips slip and brush against the older boy's jaws. "i'm going to fall off if you don't move."
jinki inches up the bed, silly smile and soft eyes never leaving jonghyun. "then come here," he murmurs, two sure hands tugging the brunette up by the strings of his hood, "and don't stop."
he doesn't really know what jinki means or where the line is this time but he absentmindedly touches and kisses anyway because, oh, it finally breaks through, his frustration, absolute exasperation from watching jinki tease and tease and tease.
jonghyun quickly fills the gaps between their lips again and nips, licks, groans softly at the bold flicks of tongue against his lips. it's been days since they had kissed like his, and jonghyun savors each swipe and press as he slowly lowers his body on top of jinki's until they're flush against each other.
suddenly the deafening zip of sweaters fills his ears and jonghyun jerks back, eyes wide. "w-huh?" he stutters at the look jinki gives him, unreadable and just not like him. "jinki?"
"can we?" the boy asks as his fingers slip under the collar of jonghyun's shirt just slightly. "it's-jonghyun." with a shudder jonghyun runs his thumb across jinki's forehead, watches the way his eyes flicker left to right under the light in his room. "please?"
the brunette lets his head drop onto jinki's shoulder and he laughs softly, "god, you." he sits up to take off his sweatshirt with a grunt, a shiver running down his spine as jinki shuffles underneath him a bit. "you started it. i'm not turning back."
"yeah," jinki whispers and jonghyun's lips find their way back to his again.
in actuality, the only sexual experience jonghyun's ever had is with some girls from his first year in high school (but it was only kisses and some feeling) so his fingers stumble with jinki's shirt as he tries to tug it up. jinki's groans melt into chuckles as the material gets caught up under his arms.
"let me." with ease he slips the shirt off, falls back smiling. jonghyun lets his fingers take control and run over his smooth skin, reveling in the way jinki arches and whimpers to each touch.
"you," jonghyun murmurs into jinki's lips again (because the boy apparently has a thing for kisses and won't let jonghyun's mouth wander anywhere else), "do you think of me?"
jonghyun feels the skin under his fingers flush, and he smugly smirks into the crook of jinki's neck. "do you touch yourself at night and think of me?" he sighs, the deep breath hot and enveloping. "i think of you every night and i swear to god, it drives me up the fucking wall." a small lick and jinki whines, whimpers for what jonghyun thinks is more.
jinki's voice is already breathless and ragged as he wraps his legs around jonghyun's waist. "i do." he leans up and presses his lips against jonghyun's before parting them and letting the younger boy snake a tongue in. jonghyun groans, mumbles some obscenities into jinki's open mouth while shaky fingers claw at dampened spikes. "jonghyun, please," jinki whimpers, "please, please."
"jinki," jonghyun hisses and before he knows it they're both bare with only thin, cotton boxers on. the fact registers a bit late for jinki and the boy begins to squirm, flush under jonghyun's pressing touches. "don't hide."
the older boy whimpers as jonghyun's bold fingers push his legs open, from the knees then the thighs, and a soft shudder rolls through his body down to his toes. jonghyun leans forward, presses warm and wet kisses to his stomach. "jonghyun," jinki keens, "more."
jonghyun smiles smugly. "i was so, so wrong about you, wasn't i." a hand sneaks under the elastic band of his boxers and jonghyun presses his palm down against his erection, strangled moan catching in his throat. "a-all this time."
"just touch me," he cries. jonghyun's eyes flicker up from jinki's blue boxers to his wet eyes. "j-jong-"
a low groan and jonghyun rips off both of their boxers, chucks the slightly damp material across the room and finally leans down to let the flat of his tongue travel up up up to jinki's smooth collarbones. he pants heavily against the burning skin, each spasm of the older boy's body sending little sparks from his fingertips to his cock.
jonghyun drops his mouth to jinki's nipple and sucks. "if i had known," he moans, "god, if you had just told me-i would've-i would've-"
"now, jonghyun, i don't care about then." jinki reaches out and lets a hand slip under to slide along jonghyun's hips, his stomach. "can i?"
the brunette pulls back slightly, some newfangled embarrassment lodging his words back down his throat. so he only nods, and when he feels jinki wrap his fingers around his length he shudders and the dam breaks. he groans wordlessly into the nape of jinki's neck, dryly cries against damp, damp skin.
jonghyun curses. he'll have to wait for his fantasies of running his cock along jinki's lips because the feeling of jinki's fingers wrapped tightly around his erection is just mindblowing and he doesn't want jinki to stop. his lips slip up the side of jinki's neck to the corner of the boy's parted mouth and he breathes words of encouragement that set the boy on fire.
"you, too." the words are hushes but jonghyun can hear them, feel them clearly against his skin as he slowly slides his hand down along with his tongue down the older boy's chest.
boldly jonghyun takes jinki in his hands and strokes him harder, bringing him up and down from the mattress. he curls, twists his fingers in the way he would like it, and when jinki's breath hitches and his legs spasm, jonghyun tells jinki likes it too.
"jonghyun," jinki's voice shakes and quivers under every touch, "i'm close, jonghyun. jonghyun, i-"
"shh." jonghyun hushes the older boy up with quick kisses to his lips, small nips at his lower lip. he feels jinki shift softly under his warm fingertips. his hand slows, deliberately dragging out each breath, until jinki wraps one of his own hands around jonghyun's.
when their eyes lock, jonghyun feels the need to look away from the glazed brown, from the low lashes, but jinki keeps him locked in as he pushes himself up on one arm and captures jonghyun's lips with his own, rolling his hips up to tell jonghyun to pick up the pace.
"hold on," the younger boy murmurs. slowly he drags his mouth down jinki's chest, down his stomach, down one of his thighs before kissing the soft, smooth flesh and massaging the tender area near the boy's hipbones. a few more soft breaths against jinki's skin and jonghyun brings his lips to his erection, softly sucking the head and taking more as jinki cries out his name into the room.
jinki grips around and finally latches onto jonghyun's hair, tries to pull him off and push him down at the same time. "jonghyun," he splutters when jonghyun sucks audibly, "shit."
jonghyun fists his own cock and pants around jinki's (which is much larger than he had expected as it nearly hits the back of his throat) before he hears above the roaring in his ears jinki moan loudly for the last time. groaning, jonghyun scrunches his eyes and pulls back, mouth hanging open to let some of jinki's release drip off his tongue.
"oh god, give me a warning next time," jonghyun grunts hotly against jinki's wilting erection and the older boy only laughs a bit guiltily, a bit shyly as he runs his hands down and over jonghyun's slick back. with a few more pumps jonghyun comes, whimpering softly into soft skin. he sighs. "jinki?"
a small smile. "yes, jonghyun?" jinki asks, fingers running deep in jonghyun's damp hair.
"get me some coffee."
jinki struggles to sit upright to look down into jonghyun's hooded eyes. "why?"
"this." jonghyun points to his tongue. "tastes like shit." his voice is muffled as he wipes the excess off from his tongue with the back of his hand. "i need coffee. lots of sugar."
jinki throws his head back and laughs. "all right, let me get up first." he presses a soft kiss onto jonghyun's forehead and rolls out from under the younger boy's arms and off the bed. jonghyun only watches jinki waddle out of the room with a small roll of his eyes.
jonghyun peels himself off of the leather couch when jinki leans forward and presses play on the remote control. he shifts off to the side and hooks an arm behind the head of the couch, giving the older boy room to slide in as he laughs with that typical blush to his cheeks, their knees brushing.
"so," jonghyun starts.
and jinki ends, leaning his head against jonghyun's arm, "so."
drumming his fingers along the couch, jonghyun looks up at the ceiling fan that spins quietly above them. the intro to the movie starts playing but jonghyun doesn't really pay much attention as he closes his eyes and buries his nose in jinki's hair.
"jinki," jonghyun finally pipes up after jinki puts the subtitles on and lowers the volume a bit, "did you-you know."
jinki leans his head back and looks up at jonghyun through fluttering eyelashes, his lips (oh, those lips) pursed in thought. "did i what? you have to be good at communicating, it's one of the steps to a healthy relationship." the older boy smirks. "since we're already promised a good sex life and stuff."
a blink. "you've been reading again, haven't you?"
"i can't help it, mom just leaves it on the coffee table all the time."
jonghyun snickers into jinki's ear, lips brushing affectionately along his jaw, right up to the corner of his lips. "i love you," he murmurs against bright burning cheeks.
"i-yeah, me too." jinki turns around and presses his lips tentatively against jonghyun's. the innocent blush brushes his cheeks and jonghyun feels the tingling feeling in his stomach again, the tickling in his ears. and when jinki flashes him one of those warm, toothy smiles, jonghyun can't help but capture those lips in a kiss once more.
the next time the two look up at the screen, the credits are already rolling.
( god only knows what i'd be without you )
.end
a/n: didn't necessarily hint towards the movie they had on at the end but if you can guess what it is based on the lyrics, props to you :) i never got to watch the ending myself so i trusted google, haha.
so after leaving this alone for like a few weeks i finally got back to it and finished it but of course, i think i wrapped it up horribly and that the ending sucks ass but you know, whatever, i want this out of my hands
hope you enjoyed :)
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Jonghyun x Onew
Genre: Romance, Humor, AU
Rating: R (language, sex)
Word Count: ~4800
Summary: in which jonghyun admits his addiction and jinki only acts as the saint. sequel to however-you-want-it.
a/n: kinamona wanted a smut sequel "involving coffee and lips wrapping around straws and whip cream" but my fingers betrayed me and wrote a fluffy, heartattack-inducing one shot that should be shot and buried because i'm just kind of iffy on this. sigh.
crash and burn;
jonghyun realizes, after the week of trying every single drink on the menu with jinki, that his addiction has gotten a bit out of hand.
he realizes, after continuously watching jinki suck and slurp and grin away in that carefree world of his, that he can't go to sleep without slamming the bathroom door shut and soiling his boxers (and it only takes about five minutes, which is what really frustrates the boy).
jonghyun's thought of approaching jinki about it. he had planned, several times, the conversation they would go through: "jinki, i want to fuck you (because he's really great with words)," exasperated splutters from those big lips, and then after sweet promises-of drinks, of course-a passionate night of holding and loving.
the farthest he's gone, of course, is "jinki, i want" and then the boy would cock a brow, interrupt with a "jonghyun, you're, like, drooling on yourself" and then lean over with a napkin in hand to pat at his lips (when what jonghyun really wants is to throw the boy to the ground and then run his lips over jinki's, then his tongue, and then his cock, but that's when the thoughts die because he doesn't want tented pants in a starbucks).
aggravated beyond belief, jonghyun flips over on his bed and throws the covers over himself.
yes, jonghyun admits to his pillow, he is obsessed with his saint of a boyfriend (enough to rip him from his rough and tough image, according to his friends), and he really can't do anything about it.
kibum gives jinki a weird look from over the counter. his lips are twisted, eyes narrowed, before a tongue snakes out and he calls, "hey, jinki." perking up in his seat, jinki stares back with equally as confused eyes and kibum beckons him over silently with a finger. the boy stumbles out of the couch, leaning over to listen to what's on the cashier's mind.
"where's jonghyun?" the raven asks as he pats down his blond hair, an obvious habit of his when he's uneasy or suspicious. jinki shrugs.
"he said he had to go to the bathroom or something." jinki plays with the tip box and kibum quickly slaps his hand away, muttering something like "that's my salary" under his breath. but soon enough, kibum groans aloud and then slips off his apron.
he shoots jinki a look. "take over for a sec." jinki begins to panic but kibum quickly dismisses him as he approaches the bathroom door and knocks tentatively. he glances over his shoulder to see where jinki is, but the boy's simply taken control and he smiles childishly, oh-so innocently to himself as he drums his fingers against the black cash register. kibum sighs.
"kim jonghyun," kibum hisses through the crack, "if you're jacking off in my bathroom-"
he hears enraged shouts from the other side, and then the door jerks open just slightly, "i'm not fucking masturbating in your goddamn starbucks, kibum, shut the fuck up."
"touchy." kibum smirks and then it quickly falls. "i saw the looks you were giving jinki. you keep it up and the kid's gonna hightail right out of here." when silence answers him, kibum barks, "jonghyun, i'm serious, you better fucking save it. i can't stand the ogling."
"hey, how's it going with that kid?"
kibum flushes. "what-would you mind your own business?"
"well then, i should be saying the same to you."
"there's a difference!" flustered, kibum kicks the door. "if my manager finds out-"
with a huff, jonghyun throws the door open, paper towel drying his fingers (and kibum gives him the most disgusted look ever), "stop getting your goddamn panties in a twist, kibummie. i'm not going to jump him in public. or ever."
"i can't help it when you look like you're fucking rubbing yourself all over my furniture every time jinki bats his friggin' eyes at you." kibum throws him another disgusted look. "god, you're so horny."
"you try having jinki as a boyfriend. it's like, every time i just look at the guy and think about kissing him, i feel like i've committed a crime or something," jonghyun spits in the cashier's face. "you try getting off every night with only the image of those lips smiling at you. it starts to hurt a lot, kibum." he grabs the boy by the collar of his black shirt and he keens, "a lot."
"i pity you," he sighs at the brunette, and then thin hands rip grappling fingers from his cotton shirt. "but it's not my problem that you have no idea how to charm people to bed. all you do is bully people in real life and on starcraft. you sad person."
jonghyun simply throws his hands up in the air before bee-lining his way towards the couch, throwing behind him, "i am not sad."
after sinking into the worn out leather, jonghyun glances wearily at the smiling boy behind the counter-and jonghyun smiles because jinki's hopping in his spot-then sighs. jinki stops once he does so, though, as if he had detected the fatigue in the brunette's groan, and with a smile he walks over to jonghyun's side.
"you all right?" jinki smiles brightly and jonghyun's body shivers without his consent despite the warmth of jinki's grinning face. a frown quickly frames his lips (and jonghyun instantly regrets it, wants the sunlight back). "maybe you should lay off the cold drinks for a while. you look pretty sick."
jonghyun barely manages a soft chuckle as jinki's smooth fingers run across his forehead. "i-don't worry about it." he shifts a bit uncomfortably in his seat. "why don't you sit down?" jinki looks over his shoulder quickly and nods at kibum who has returned to glaring holes in jonghyun's skull. the boy then nudges jonghyun in the shoulder to tell him to move down and squeezes into the small spot, leg brushing jonghyun's in the process. jonghyun bites his lip.
"it's supposed to rain tomorrow, isn't it?" jinki sighs aloud in contemplation and jonghyun absentmindedly nods. "why don't you come over tomorrow?"
a smile tugs at his lips. in truth, jonghyun loves the naivete in jinki's words because of the fuzzy feeling that comes with it, so quietly he throws his arm over the back of the couch and scoots farther down for jinki to get comfortable. "yeah, why not. sounds like a plan."
jinki grins. "great." then he reaches back and secretly tangles his fingers with jonghyun's. "so what do you want to do?"
the soft touch sends tingles down his knuckles, down his tendons, down through his ribs and straight to his groin and he has to clamp his lips shut to muffle the groans (luckily jinki just takes the expression as deep pondering and he instantly brights up at the thought of jonghyun seriously mulling over what to do). "why don't you surprise me?" jonghyun wishes he had a car to run himself over with.
"well," jinki starts in a low grumble, "i don't really want to play starcraft on a rainy day, and you don't like reading, so i can't really-oh, whatever, i guess we'll come up with something once tomorrow comes." he throws his arms over his head and stretches with a grunt. "god, my back hurts."
and before he can keep his libido in check, jonghyun mumbles, "why don't i give you a massage tomorrow?"
oh fuck. jonghyun blanches. oh fuck, oh my fucking-fuck, what did i just say? can i get any stupider? fuck, shit, wait, i-
obnoxiously the brunette laughs to cover his discomfort, "i was just-"
"sounds great!" jinki grins widely at him. "you're good at massages?"
jonghyun's heart explodes then, into bits of anxiety and guilt and absolute terror as he says, "yeah, i'm pretty good."
fucking digging your own grave, jonghyun thinks to himself, and one quick glance at the perturbed cashier says that kibum just thought the same thing.
jonghyun checks himself over three thousand times in the mirror, fingers fumbling here and there with his shirt and hair. "all right, jonghyun," he grumbles to himself, "it's not like you're asking him to marry you. it's just the day with him alone in his house and there's no way i can do this." he bends at the waist and lets his arms dangle a bit at his side as the blood rushes to his head. when he slowly comes up for a breath of air, he looks at himself in the mirror, with his hair mussy and falling all over his eyes, and he can't help but think that he looks pretty hot like that. he flexes some muscles that ripple under his shirt, and jonghyun sighs.
he feels a wave of cockiness wash over him. "missin' out," jonghyun grumbles under his breath and then smacks himself with his hands.
jinki opens the door with that bright smile of his and immediately all of jonghyun's frustrations pack their shit up and skip out the door. jonghyun grins at the boy who scrambles about to fix up picture frames and couch pillows.
"so," jinki stutters as he trips over strewn socks, "you want something to eat or, like, drink?"
biting his tongue, jonghyun mutters, "water would be nice."
jinki looks up from the pile of clothes and books in his hand and gives jonghyun a weird look of incredulity. the shorter boy shoots one back at him and then jinki chuckles, nearly giggles, "you know, my mom isn't home, so you don't have to act all stiff and weird like that."
"habit." jonghyun sniffs and scuffs the back of his socks against the carpeted floor, brows knit in thought. "so-"
"yeah, hold on." jinki gives him a quick smile that slips off the corners before jonghyun can fully savor it and he drops the pile near the staircase before making his way to rummage through the kitchen. slowly, jonghyun follows with his hands stuffed in his back pockets. "is it raining yet? i can't tell."
jonghyun leans against the counter where the window is and draws back the curtains, frown deep and sharp. soon the pitter patter of rain mingles with the bubbling of the coffee machine and the thin trails race against each other, stealing jonghyun's attention for the briefest moments.
when he turns around to tell jinki that it's raining, the boy's leaning beside him, warm smile complemented by raised brows. jinki raises the mug to jonghyun. "i didn't put ice in it."
clumsily jonghyun takes it in his hands. "it's fine." he peers over the edge of the cup to see jinki intently staring at him, and for the first time, he feels uncomfortable and anxious. "y'know, i biked here, so my legs are kind of sore and-"
"what happened to your car?" jinki teases, turning around to grab a bag of popcorn from the pantry. he points up to the ceiling and jonghyun simply shrugs. "it's your esteemed baby."
jonghyun snorts, "planning on getting it fixed up tomorrow. don't want to risk it."
with a scoff jinki leaps up the stairs by three, almost slipping at the very last step. "you're obsessed with that thing."
"sure," jonghyun mutters, "you can say that."
jinki turns around slightly to give the younger boy decked in white and blue a once over. "you sure you're all right? i mean, you've been looking sick ever since-"
"don't worry about it," the brunette quickly snaps and then navigates a flailing jinki into his bedroom. "honestly, i'm really fine." the grunts of disapproval and disbelief only frustrate him more. "come on, jinki, just let it go already."
"fine." jinki spins and plops onto his bed, mug of coffee still safe and full in his hands. he grins around the lip of the cup as he watches jonghyun awkwardly search for a place to sit, and after a few more moments of disgruntled searching, jinki pats the spot on the bed beside him. "better than the floor," he reasons, and jonghyun takes it.
jonghyun crosses his legs and then spreads them out until his knee knocks against jinki's, and they grin stupidly at each other. the silence reigns and jonghyun feels his fingers tingling against the cooling clay of the mug in his hands, and his eyes flicker from jinki's eyes, one smaller than the other, to his slightly awkward teeth, and then his tinted ears.
"so," jonghyun starts again.
jinki echoes. "so."
sighing, jonghyun bends forward and places his cup on the ground, brows still furrowed as he thinks of what to do. "sorry," he mumbles to bridge the awkward silence between the two, "i don't really-"
"it's fine," jinki smiles, falling back until his back hits his blue covers. he looks up at jonghyun, the boy who squirms about in his spot still searching for conversation starters, and then he reaches out, his fingertips barely brushing against the patch of yellow on his shirt. jonghyun's eyes glance down to see jinki's nails slightly digging into the material, as if asking the younger boy to join him on the flat plane of his bed, and jonghyun complies with a soft smile.
they stare up at the ceiling for minutes, hours, and the rain never stops. by the time jinki shifts and sits up for a sip at his cooled coffee, jonghyun begins to feel panic rolling and sloshing through his veins. he's never been this boring before; he's always found something to say that would make the other boy laugh. so he's dumbfounded by the fact that he's so dumbstruck and nervous because of jinki's simple glances and grins.
jonghyun stares at jinki, stares at his lips intently as the older boy whistles some tune he doesn't know. he lies on his side to watch jinki's face and the way his eyes crinkle at a particularly high note, the way those lips purse so cutely, and immediately jonghyun feels guilty.
out of all the things he could have become obsessed over, it had to be jinki's lips. not even his bright eyes or cute nose but his slightly pink lips that charm him with every single sip, every single smile, every single breath. jonghyun groans quietly and jinki doesn't hear it (thankfully).
"jonghyun," jinki murmurs softly, instantly catching the boy's attention with the call of his name. "can you?" he points to his back, a sheepish smile in place, and without a word, jonghyun rolls jinki over until he's on his stomach, and jinki lets out a squawk. "ow!"
"baby." jonghyun ruffles jinki's hair as he clambers on top of him, legs spread out on either side of the boy's waist.
under normal circumstances, the mere image and thought of jonghyun being on top of the babbling mess of goofs and clumsiness would have turned him on but the childish giggles that jinki muffles with his covers throw all those thoughts away, and jonghyun simply kneads with the flat of his palm.
"ow, ow, ow, jonghyun," jinki shouts in pain. jonghyun pulls back, confused, before jinki whines, "that hurt."
jonghyun silently rolls his eyes and continues with his massaging, starting from the neck down to the boy's waist, each soft roll of his wrist drawing out a ticklish chuckle from jinki. "would you stop laughing?" jonghyun bites but it's playful as he begins to circle his shoulder blades with his thumbs.
"so you're good at massaging because?"
"mom," the shorter boy grunts with a particularly strong push and jinki squawks again. "sorry."
jinki grins into his covers, "your mom must really like it when you give her massages."
"sure." jonghyun laughs, "she never pays me though." jinki hums a note of disapproval and jonghyun leans in closer to hear it filter through the fibers of the blanket, closes his eyes to savor the note. he continues to let his hands wander (and something in the back of his head tells him to get his head straight because a bad boy like him should not be giving other people back massages), fingers never straying too far down or too far up. he feels jinki's body buzzing below him in bliss, feels the slow beat of his heart, feels the natural heat of his body that only flushes when he's embarrassed. jonghyun takes pride in it.
jinki finally bristles though, throwing the younger boy off track. quietly jinki shifts until he can see jonghyun's face clearly. "jonghyun."
jonghyun's eyes open again, instantly filled with the image of jinki giving him weird looks, and he does a double take, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. "what?"
his pout quickly turns into a smile and jinki chuckles, "thanks. you can stop now."
the words process completely in jonghyun's mind, they really do, and his brain even manages to pick up the faint implication that he should get off the boy right about now, but jonghyun doesn't move. he hovers over jinki with a look too serious for the situation, and even after jinki's eyes glide over his face, jonghyun stays still.
"jonghyun," jinki barely whispers but jonghyun can see the way his lips move to say his name, and now nothing can will him to move. that is, until jinki shifts a bit more underneath him until he's completely on his back and then threads his fingers in jonghyun's soft, slightly frizzy hair. jinki tugs a bit harshly but it's enough for jonghyun to dip his head down and graze his lips against jinki's.
the soft moan that tumbles from jinki's slightly parted lips ignites something in the pit of his stomach (like trying to beat other teams on starcraft with jinki hollering in his ear about the wrong keys, like starting the car for its soft purr with jinki clutching the leather arm rest in unsure excitement, like sitting in an empty starbucks with jinki huddling close to him under dimmed lights). he presses his lips harder, still simple, just a molding of their lips. a shudder runs through his body as jinki's hands slip from his hair and down his shoulders, up his neck to cup his jaws.
"jonghyun." the two syllables buzz against their lips and jonghyun cracks an involuntary smile. jinki mumbles again, "jonghyun, jonghyun," and jonghyun complies with more kisses, feather-light and ephemeral.
"jinki," jonghyun mocks as his lips slip and brush against the older boy's jaws. "i'm going to fall off if you don't move."
jinki inches up the bed, silly smile and soft eyes never leaving jonghyun. "then come here," he murmurs, two sure hands tugging the brunette up by the strings of his hood, "and don't stop."
he doesn't really know what jinki means or where the line is this time but he absentmindedly touches and kisses anyway because, oh, it finally breaks through, his frustration, absolute exasperation from watching jinki tease and tease and tease.
jonghyun quickly fills the gaps between their lips again and nips, licks, groans softly at the bold flicks of tongue against his lips. it's been days since they had kissed like his, and jonghyun savors each swipe and press as he slowly lowers his body on top of jinki's until they're flush against each other.
suddenly the deafening zip of sweaters fills his ears and jonghyun jerks back, eyes wide. "w-huh?" he stutters at the look jinki gives him, unreadable and just not like him. "jinki?"
"can we?" the boy asks as his fingers slip under the collar of jonghyun's shirt just slightly. "it's-jonghyun." with a shudder jonghyun runs his thumb across jinki's forehead, watches the way his eyes flicker left to right under the light in his room. "please?"
the brunette lets his head drop onto jinki's shoulder and he laughs softly, "god, you." he sits up to take off his sweatshirt with a grunt, a shiver running down his spine as jinki shuffles underneath him a bit. "you started it. i'm not turning back."
"yeah," jinki whispers and jonghyun's lips find their way back to his again.
in actuality, the only sexual experience jonghyun's ever had is with some girls from his first year in high school (but it was only kisses and some feeling) so his fingers stumble with jinki's shirt as he tries to tug it up. jinki's groans melt into chuckles as the material gets caught up under his arms.
"let me." with ease he slips the shirt off, falls back smiling. jonghyun lets his fingers take control and run over his smooth skin, reveling in the way jinki arches and whimpers to each touch.
"you," jonghyun murmurs into jinki's lips again (because the boy apparently has a thing for kisses and won't let jonghyun's mouth wander anywhere else), "do you think of me?"
jonghyun feels the skin under his fingers flush, and he smugly smirks into the crook of jinki's neck. "do you touch yourself at night and think of me?" he sighs, the deep breath hot and enveloping. "i think of you every night and i swear to god, it drives me up the fucking wall." a small lick and jinki whines, whimpers for what jonghyun thinks is more.
jinki's voice is already breathless and ragged as he wraps his legs around jonghyun's waist. "i do." he leans up and presses his lips against jonghyun's before parting them and letting the younger boy snake a tongue in. jonghyun groans, mumbles some obscenities into jinki's open mouth while shaky fingers claw at dampened spikes. "jonghyun, please," jinki whimpers, "please, please."
"jinki," jonghyun hisses and before he knows it they're both bare with only thin, cotton boxers on. the fact registers a bit late for jinki and the boy begins to squirm, flush under jonghyun's pressing touches. "don't hide."
the older boy whimpers as jonghyun's bold fingers push his legs open, from the knees then the thighs, and a soft shudder rolls through his body down to his toes. jonghyun leans forward, presses warm and wet kisses to his stomach. "jonghyun," jinki keens, "more."
jonghyun smiles smugly. "i was so, so wrong about you, wasn't i." a hand sneaks under the elastic band of his boxers and jonghyun presses his palm down against his erection, strangled moan catching in his throat. "a-all this time."
"just touch me," he cries. jonghyun's eyes flicker up from jinki's blue boxers to his wet eyes. "j-jong-"
a low groan and jonghyun rips off both of their boxers, chucks the slightly damp material across the room and finally leans down to let the flat of his tongue travel up up up to jinki's smooth collarbones. he pants heavily against the burning skin, each spasm of the older boy's body sending little sparks from his fingertips to his cock.
jonghyun drops his mouth to jinki's nipple and sucks. "if i had known," he moans, "god, if you had just told me-i would've-i would've-"
"now, jonghyun, i don't care about then." jinki reaches out and lets a hand slip under to slide along jonghyun's hips, his stomach. "can i?"
the brunette pulls back slightly, some newfangled embarrassment lodging his words back down his throat. so he only nods, and when he feels jinki wrap his fingers around his length he shudders and the dam breaks. he groans wordlessly into the nape of jinki's neck, dryly cries against damp, damp skin.
jonghyun curses. he'll have to wait for his fantasies of running his cock along jinki's lips because the feeling of jinki's fingers wrapped tightly around his erection is just mindblowing and he doesn't want jinki to stop. his lips slip up the side of jinki's neck to the corner of the boy's parted mouth and he breathes words of encouragement that set the boy on fire.
"you, too." the words are hushes but jonghyun can hear them, feel them clearly against his skin as he slowly slides his hand down along with his tongue down the older boy's chest.
boldly jonghyun takes jinki in his hands and strokes him harder, bringing him up and down from the mattress. he curls, twists his fingers in the way he would like it, and when jinki's breath hitches and his legs spasm, jonghyun tells jinki likes it too.
"jonghyun," jinki's voice shakes and quivers under every touch, "i'm close, jonghyun. jonghyun, i-"
"shh." jonghyun hushes the older boy up with quick kisses to his lips, small nips at his lower lip. he feels jinki shift softly under his warm fingertips. his hand slows, deliberately dragging out each breath, until jinki wraps one of his own hands around jonghyun's.
when their eyes lock, jonghyun feels the need to look away from the glazed brown, from the low lashes, but jinki keeps him locked in as he pushes himself up on one arm and captures jonghyun's lips with his own, rolling his hips up to tell jonghyun to pick up the pace.
"hold on," the younger boy murmurs. slowly he drags his mouth down jinki's chest, down his stomach, down one of his thighs before kissing the soft, smooth flesh and massaging the tender area near the boy's hipbones. a few more soft breaths against jinki's skin and jonghyun brings his lips to his erection, softly sucking the head and taking more as jinki cries out his name into the room.
jinki grips around and finally latches onto jonghyun's hair, tries to pull him off and push him down at the same time. "jonghyun," he splutters when jonghyun sucks audibly, "shit."
jonghyun fists his own cock and pants around jinki's (which is much larger than he had expected as it nearly hits the back of his throat) before he hears above the roaring in his ears jinki moan loudly for the last time. groaning, jonghyun scrunches his eyes and pulls back, mouth hanging open to let some of jinki's release drip off his tongue.
"oh god, give me a warning next time," jonghyun grunts hotly against jinki's wilting erection and the older boy only laughs a bit guiltily, a bit shyly as he runs his hands down and over jonghyun's slick back. with a few more pumps jonghyun comes, whimpering softly into soft skin. he sighs. "jinki?"
a small smile. "yes, jonghyun?" jinki asks, fingers running deep in jonghyun's damp hair.
"get me some coffee."
jinki struggles to sit upright to look down into jonghyun's hooded eyes. "why?"
"this." jonghyun points to his tongue. "tastes like shit." his voice is muffled as he wipes the excess off from his tongue with the back of his hand. "i need coffee. lots of sugar."
jinki throws his head back and laughs. "all right, let me get up first." he presses a soft kiss onto jonghyun's forehead and rolls out from under the younger boy's arms and off the bed. jonghyun only watches jinki waddle out of the room with a small roll of his eyes.
jonghyun peels himself off of the leather couch when jinki leans forward and presses play on the remote control. he shifts off to the side and hooks an arm behind the head of the couch, giving the older boy room to slide in as he laughs with that typical blush to his cheeks, their knees brushing.
"so," jonghyun starts.
and jinki ends, leaning his head against jonghyun's arm, "so."
drumming his fingers along the couch, jonghyun looks up at the ceiling fan that spins quietly above them. the intro to the movie starts playing but jonghyun doesn't really pay much attention as he closes his eyes and buries his nose in jinki's hair.
"jinki," jonghyun finally pipes up after jinki puts the subtitles on and lowers the volume a bit, "did you-you know."
jinki leans his head back and looks up at jonghyun through fluttering eyelashes, his lips (oh, those lips) pursed in thought. "did i what? you have to be good at communicating, it's one of the steps to a healthy relationship." the older boy smirks. "since we're already promised a good sex life and stuff."
a blink. "you've been reading again, haven't you?"
"i can't help it, mom just leaves it on the coffee table all the time."
jonghyun snickers into jinki's ear, lips brushing affectionately along his jaw, right up to the corner of his lips. "i love you," he murmurs against bright burning cheeks.
"i-yeah, me too." jinki turns around and presses his lips tentatively against jonghyun's. the innocent blush brushes his cheeks and jonghyun feels the tingling feeling in his stomach again, the tickling in his ears. and when jinki flashes him one of those warm, toothy smiles, jonghyun can't help but capture those lips in a kiss once more.
the next time the two look up at the screen, the credits are already rolling.
( god only knows what i'd be without you )
.end
a/n: didn't necessarily hint towards the movie they had on at the end but if you can guess what it is based on the lyrics, props to you :) i never got to watch the ending myself so i trusted google, haha.
so after leaving this alone for like a few weeks i finally got back to it and finished it but of course, i think i wrapped it up horribly and that the ending sucks ass but you know, whatever, i want this out of my hands
hope you enjoyed :)