Roadtrip - Sequel 01
Roadtrip
Title: 'Roadtrip' - Sequel [1/3]
Author: nadal93 & ponyatf
Pairing: MinhoxTaemin
Genre: Crack-smut (sequel)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We neither own them nor do we make any money with this story. But if the hooker, I sometimes talk to on the street, is right, we will one day...
Summary: Onew actually just wants to visit a festival, but with the help of his members, he experiences a lunatic roadtrip.
Sequel-summary: How Minho wants to employ the maknae, Taemin shows his new skills and why a guilty leader is willing to hush.
Warning: There might be not as much smut, as y'all have hoped for... OTL!!!
(Chapter 01: How they got out of the dorm)
(Chapter 02: How they got out of the van)
(Chapter 03: How they got in and out of the strip-club)
(Chapter 04: How they got out of the truck and into the festival)
(Chapter 05: How they got out of the festival and eventually home)
Roadtrip: How they got out of reality and into a coop
It might be Eden for their leader, but the rest of the SHINee-members were either bored or overwhelmed by the whole crazy chicken-concept of the festival, which they currently attended.
Taemin tugged on his silver-sparkly hotpants; the outfit was made for a female after all and it pinched him in areas, he wasn't even aware of (that is, unless he had to pee).
Whilst Onew hopped from one booth to another ("Just look at those lovely chicken-formed tea-kettles! We need one of those. WE NEED IT, I SAY!"), the maknae had to try hard to keep up with the group, because additionally to the crowded space he had to fight through, a lot of people halted at his sight and praised him for his creative chicken-costume.
"He is a fairy, goddammit!" Minho barked at a young mother, who was unfortunate enough to comment on Taemin's current state of dressing, and he pulled the maknae away from her, guiding him close to his own body away from the masses and into the path behind the booths.
With the suddenly gifted room to breathe, both boys inhaled deeply and Taemin leaned himself exhausted on the backside of the chicken ice-cream-stall, crumpling the pink fairy wings on his back even more.
"I would have never imagined, how many people would be as crazy over chicken as our leader is. To tell you the truth, hyeong, I hate this place..."
Minho wanted to put his hands into the pockets of his pants, but he realized, that a ninja-outfit has no pockets, so he tried to look cool with crossing his arms and sporting a charismatic glance instead.
"Yeah," he said, still very cool, "No one in his right mind would like it here."
A short silence filled the tight space behind the booths.
"I liked the strip-club better" Taemin spoke up again, a little whimper of annoyance and tiredness in his voice.
"My thoughts exactly!" a suddenly very excited looking Minho said and his flaming gaze hushed to the sky, a little smile curled around the corner of his lips.
You could literally see the images he reminisced about like a dia-show on his face: The proper butt of Candylicious rolling over his lap, her cheap perfume lulling him into a trance (She mixed it herself with one quarter of shredded roses, one quarter of curd soap and one half of benzine... The end-result is the perfect note for trucker-noses) and how she leaned closer to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, which has been probably very dirty, but to be honest, Minho hadn't concentrated on listening at that moment.
"Hyeong!"
Taemin's voice ripped the rapper out of his daydream and with much confusion, because he was not really back into the reality yet, he faced the maknae and wiped away the little stream of drool from his chin. "Hmh?"
"Shouldn't we go back to the other hyeongs? They might worry... Or by now, Key might have murdered Onew. Or they might have left already!?"
Taemin looked very worried, like a scared kid surrounded by fat aunts, who come once a year to visit the family, but weren't willing to hand over the candy or the money, unless the poor child lets himself getting rape-kissed by all of their bulging and mostly inaccurate painted lips.
But Minho's eyes were blind for the facial expression of the fairy, he stared at the sparkly hotpants and he first compared this image to the naughty thoughts in his mind, then let both blend in with one another and finally couldn't differentiate between reality and fantasy anymore.
The maknae winced backwards (Criminy! He had already gone through a lot. Give the fairy a break, please!) as the older one licked over his lips and stepped closer, his hands already on their way to grab Taemin.
"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, NO! I WON'T GET MY FACE PAINTED LIKE A CHICKEN!" they heard Key's 'one more word and I kill you'-voice near by.
Minho broke out of his trance, but his plan was still in his mind. "See? They are still here and it seems, like everything is a-okay."
And before the maknae could react, Minho grabbed his arm and dragged Taemin along the path, hearing Onew's response ("Awe, c'mon... You would be the most precious and adorable chick here!") lower and lower with every step.
The path alongside the backs of the booths led them to a small outdoor enclosure for the poultry; a row of pens and coops behind that.
Boisterous wing flapping and clucking, scattering hens everywhere, a fainted rooster on the ground; those were the random signals for an outsider to understand, that a ninja and a fairy are dashing through said enclosure.
But Minho was neither a member of 'PETA' nor was he a chicken-lover like the leader, so he didn't care much for the state of the roused poultry around them and dragged the youngster into one of the coops, pushing the maknae inside and on the floor full of hay and straws.
"You know, that might have hurt a lot, Minho!" Taemin complained the not so soft way, he has been thrown onto the ground, "Luckily, the hay has cushioned my fall."
But Minho was neither a member of the 'Human rights association' nor was he a children-lover like the leader, so he didn't care much for the confused state of the maknae in front of him (Being horny can make one very very uncaring).
“So....” the slightly (or should that be very) horny rapper began, racking his brain for the best way to seduce the fairy-winger maknae.
After much thought and consideration (meaning one horny second), he decided that some classic groping would do the trick but just as he was about to reach around to the maknae’s silver clad behind, Taemin decided to leap out from underneath Minho and in the process nearly blinding the rapper with the pink wand sill sticking out of his pocket.
"Argh, fuck fuck fuck, my eye!" cursed the bandana-man and pressed a flat hand over his wounded blinker. The maknae on his knees turned concerned around and checked for the disaster he had produced.
Glancing at the frowning maknae let Minho (the cyclops) somewhat snap out of his self-built reality of Taemin being a willing stripper-whore, who would love nothing more than releasing him from the hurting lust in his pants.
The now winded but still turned on Minho faced the maknae, who was looking down at him with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, I see why you brought me hyeong" the youngster purred and Minho felt his nether regions heating up as Taemin loomed above him.
However, if the rapper thought he already had problems, nothing could prepare him for this as the maknae reached down to hoist the dazed and horny rapper to his feet and Taemin began swaying his hips in delicious little circles and fluttering his eyelids at Minho.
The bandana-adorned one could only watch silently, his mouth agape and pants bulging as the fairy's sexual awaking reached a new level and he felt hands around his waist.
"Taemin, what's... what's going on now?" he managed to ask, whilst the swinging and swaying male fairy pushed him by his waist into a corner, his back pressed now against the unstabile wall of the coop.
"We came here to have fun, right? I learned a lot from the noona's in the club" Taemin giggled. "You want me to..." he took one of the feathers, which laid everywhere between chicken-poo and hay, "...daaaaaaaaaaaaaaance?" (Yes, according to the word, he stroke that darn piece of plumage over his body).
Sure sure, the maknae had learned some nice new moves. And he didn't hesitated to show Minho, what he can do with his body or what nice extras, like licking slowly over the lips or winking, he was now able to do.
The reality was: Taemin dancing a little crouched under the short roof of the chicken-coop, slipping here and there on the semi-liquid manure and throwing censor-worthy glances at the ninja.
Minho's fantasy was: Taemin loosing one by one his clothing, stretching on the very hygienic floor, opening his mouth in a beautiful 'O'-form and begging the other to fill it with his nun chakku.
The private show really gave his mind wings (but they were neither pink and sparkly, nor white and feathery, rather naughty and... puffy?); Minho started sweating as Taemin demonstrated him, how many eggs fitted in his mouth whilst not forgetting to hip-thrust in the air.
The rapper gulped an image of Taemin sucking on his eggs away and he found himself reaching out for the younger one.
"Tae... Taemin?! Do you mind coming a bit closer? I have a little... I mean, a very big and impressive job for you..." the drooling rapper, let's call it by its name: begged.
The unpaid stripper-boy obeyed and got closer to the hungry voyeur. "What is it, hyeong?" he asked and fluttered his lashes in seduction.
With the edge of his hand he grazed quickly over a ninja-thigh, nearly impalpable, but enough for Minho to get excited...
Both boys stared down at the wet stain in the fabric around Minho's family jewels.
"Uhm... Maybe we should go and check on the other hyeongs" was Taemin's dry suggestion and the maknae tried hard to cover his disappointment up with a genuine smile.
Red-headed and trying to remove the stain with a tissue, Minho exited the coop-of-pre-shooting.
The frowning maknae behind him nearly ran into him, because the tall one had halted suddenly and was silently pointing to the nearby fence.
Taemin followed the direction with his glance and spotted their leader in a white shirt, which said "If it has white wings, it must be an angel", and talking to a farmer.
It was obvious, that Onew was thinking about purchasing one of the feathery animals.
The two boys felt their blood freezing, when the leader grinned and waved them to come closer.
Whilst walking towards him, they could see him paying good money for an extra juicy hen and with a face full of sunshine Jinki stuffed the bird under his shirt.
"You saw us, didn't you?" asked the maknae, blunt as he was.
"How about this" Jinki smiled and gave the blushed Minho a small wink of companionship-in-crime, "I will not talk about your little adventure, if you keep silent over my new pet. Deal?"
The two mins nodded and together they walked back on the festival area, finding a face-painted Key and a, equally to the rapper earlier, horny, but much less satisfied Jonghyun.
They sat down on white plastic chairs and the 'Super-Chicken-Show' started. Carefully not to be heard by anyone else, Minho leaned closer to Taemin and whispered: "I liked your show better."
The maknae looked proud, but was signalizing the other to keep silent.
After some minutes of staring on the stage of chicken-horror without talking, a bored looking Jonghyun asked: "Is this for real?"
Ponylove for the Shawols ~ ♥♥♥
~ Hahahaha, I guess, this was not the kind of smut, u have expected, hmh? But heck, it is weird crack after all and there will be moar dirty shizzle going on in the next sequel, kekeke.
Anyways, this sequel is dedicated for nadal93's labbie, we are still fearing about its health... Get well soon!
Much much much of that tingling feeling in my heart, called love, for all of u and may the Tae-hip-thrust graze ur dreams!
(Masterlist: "The Dozen") (Masterlist: "The CB- Man") (Masterlist: "Stable of Stories")
Title: 'Roadtrip' - Sequel [1/3]
Author: nadal93 & ponyatf
Pairing: MinhoxTaemin
Genre: Crack-smut (sequel)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We neither own them nor do we make any money with this story. But if the hooker, I sometimes talk to on the street, is right, we will one day...
Summary: Onew actually just wants to visit a festival, but with the help of his members, he experiences a lunatic roadtrip.
Sequel-summary: How Minho wants to employ the maknae, Taemin shows his new skills and why a guilty leader is willing to hush.
Warning: There might be not as much smut, as y'all have hoped for... OTL!!!
(Chapter 01: How they got out of the dorm)
(Chapter 02: How they got out of the van)
(Chapter 03: How they got in and out of the strip-club)
(Chapter 04: How they got out of the truck and into the festival)
(Chapter 05: How they got out of the festival and eventually home)
Roadtrip: How they got out of reality and into a coop
It might be Eden for their leader, but the rest of the SHINee-members were either bored or overwhelmed by the whole crazy chicken-concept of the festival, which they currently attended.
Taemin tugged on his silver-sparkly hotpants; the outfit was made for a female after all and it pinched him in areas, he wasn't even aware of (that is, unless he had to pee).
Whilst Onew hopped from one booth to another ("Just look at those lovely chicken-formed tea-kettles! We need one of those. WE NEED IT, I SAY!"), the maknae had to try hard to keep up with the group, because additionally to the crowded space he had to fight through, a lot of people halted at his sight and praised him for his creative chicken-costume.
"He is a fairy, goddammit!" Minho barked at a young mother, who was unfortunate enough to comment on Taemin's current state of dressing, and he pulled the maknae away from her, guiding him close to his own body away from the masses and into the path behind the booths.
With the suddenly gifted room to breathe, both boys inhaled deeply and Taemin leaned himself exhausted on the backside of the chicken ice-cream-stall, crumpling the pink fairy wings on his back even more.
"I would have never imagined, how many people would be as crazy over chicken as our leader is. To tell you the truth, hyeong, I hate this place..."
Minho wanted to put his hands into the pockets of his pants, but he realized, that a ninja-outfit has no pockets, so he tried to look cool with crossing his arms and sporting a charismatic glance instead.
"Yeah," he said, still very cool, "No one in his right mind would like it here."
A short silence filled the tight space behind the booths.
"I liked the strip-club better" Taemin spoke up again, a little whimper of annoyance and tiredness in his voice.
"My thoughts exactly!" a suddenly very excited looking Minho said and his flaming gaze hushed to the sky, a little smile curled around the corner of his lips.
You could literally see the images he reminisced about like a dia-show on his face: The proper butt of Candylicious rolling over his lap, her cheap perfume lulling him into a trance (She mixed it herself with one quarter of shredded roses, one quarter of curd soap and one half of benzine... The end-result is the perfect note for trucker-noses) and how she leaned closer to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, which has been probably very dirty, but to be honest, Minho hadn't concentrated on listening at that moment.
"Hyeong!"
Taemin's voice ripped the rapper out of his daydream and with much confusion, because he was not really back into the reality yet, he faced the maknae and wiped away the little stream of drool from his chin. "Hmh?"
"Shouldn't we go back to the other hyeongs? They might worry... Or by now, Key might have murdered Onew. Or they might have left already!?"
Taemin looked very worried, like a scared kid surrounded by fat aunts, who come once a year to visit the family, but weren't willing to hand over the candy or the money, unless the poor child lets himself getting rape-kissed by all of their bulging and mostly inaccurate painted lips.
But Minho's eyes were blind for the facial expression of the fairy, he stared at the sparkly hotpants and he first compared this image to the naughty thoughts in his mind, then let both blend in with one another and finally couldn't differentiate between reality and fantasy anymore.
The maknae winced backwards (Criminy! He had already gone through a lot. Give the fairy a break, please!) as the older one licked over his lips and stepped closer, his hands already on their way to grab Taemin.
"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, NO! I WON'T GET MY FACE PAINTED LIKE A CHICKEN!" they heard Key's 'one more word and I kill you'-voice near by.
Minho broke out of his trance, but his plan was still in his mind. "See? They are still here and it seems, like everything is a-okay."
And before the maknae could react, Minho grabbed his arm and dragged Taemin along the path, hearing Onew's response ("Awe, c'mon... You would be the most precious and adorable chick here!") lower and lower with every step.
The path alongside the backs of the booths led them to a small outdoor enclosure for the poultry; a row of pens and coops behind that.
Boisterous wing flapping and clucking, scattering hens everywhere, a fainted rooster on the ground; those were the random signals for an outsider to understand, that a ninja and a fairy are dashing through said enclosure.
But Minho was neither a member of 'PETA' nor was he a chicken-lover like the leader, so he didn't care much for the state of the roused poultry around them and dragged the youngster into one of the coops, pushing the maknae inside and on the floor full of hay and straws.
"You know, that might have hurt a lot, Minho!" Taemin complained the not so soft way, he has been thrown onto the ground, "Luckily, the hay has cushioned my fall."
But Minho was neither a member of the 'Human rights association' nor was he a children-lover like the leader, so he didn't care much for the confused state of the maknae in front of him (Being horny can make one very very uncaring).
“So....” the slightly (or should that be very) horny rapper began, racking his brain for the best way to seduce the fairy-winger maknae.
After much thought and consideration (meaning one horny second), he decided that some classic groping would do the trick but just as he was about to reach around to the maknae’s silver clad behind, Taemin decided to leap out from underneath Minho and in the process nearly blinding the rapper with the pink wand sill sticking out of his pocket.
"Argh, fuck fuck fuck, my eye!" cursed the bandana-man and pressed a flat hand over his wounded blinker. The maknae on his knees turned concerned around and checked for the disaster he had produced.
Glancing at the frowning maknae let Minho (the cyclops) somewhat snap out of his self-built reality of Taemin being a willing stripper-whore, who would love nothing more than releasing him from the hurting lust in his pants.
The now winded but still turned on Minho faced the maknae, who was looking down at him with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, I see why you brought me hyeong" the youngster purred and Minho felt his nether regions heating up as Taemin loomed above him.
However, if the rapper thought he already had problems, nothing could prepare him for this as the maknae reached down to hoist the dazed and horny rapper to his feet and Taemin began swaying his hips in delicious little circles and fluttering his eyelids at Minho.
The bandana-adorned one could only watch silently, his mouth agape and pants bulging as the fairy's sexual awaking reached a new level and he felt hands around his waist.
"Taemin, what's... what's going on now?" he managed to ask, whilst the swinging and swaying male fairy pushed him by his waist into a corner, his back pressed now against the unstabile wall of the coop.
"We came here to have fun, right? I learned a lot from the noona's in the club" Taemin giggled. "You want me to..." he took one of the feathers, which laid everywhere between chicken-poo and hay, "...daaaaaaaaaaaaaaance?" (Yes, according to the word, he stroke that darn piece of plumage over his body).
Sure sure, the maknae had learned some nice new moves. And he didn't hesitated to show Minho, what he can do with his body or what nice extras, like licking slowly over the lips or winking, he was now able to do.
The reality was: Taemin dancing a little crouched under the short roof of the chicken-coop, slipping here and there on the semi-liquid manure and throwing censor-worthy glances at the ninja.
Minho's fantasy was: Taemin loosing one by one his clothing, stretching on the very hygienic floor, opening his mouth in a beautiful 'O'-form and begging the other to fill it with his nun chakku.
The private show really gave his mind wings (but they were neither pink and sparkly, nor white and feathery, rather naughty and... puffy?); Minho started sweating as Taemin demonstrated him, how many eggs fitted in his mouth whilst not forgetting to hip-thrust in the air.
The rapper gulped an image of Taemin sucking on his eggs away and he found himself reaching out for the younger one.
"Tae... Taemin?! Do you mind coming a bit closer? I have a little... I mean, a very big and impressive job for you..." the drooling rapper, let's call it by its name: begged.
The unpaid stripper-boy obeyed and got closer to the hungry voyeur. "What is it, hyeong?" he asked and fluttered his lashes in seduction.
With the edge of his hand he grazed quickly over a ninja-thigh, nearly impalpable, but enough for Minho to get excited...
Both boys stared down at the wet stain in the fabric around Minho's family jewels.
"Uhm... Maybe we should go and check on the other hyeongs" was Taemin's dry suggestion and the maknae tried hard to cover his disappointment up with a genuine smile.
Red-headed and trying to remove the stain with a tissue, Minho exited the coop-of-pre-shooting.
The frowning maknae behind him nearly ran into him, because the tall one had halted suddenly and was silently pointing to the nearby fence.
Taemin followed the direction with his glance and spotted their leader in a white shirt, which said "If it has white wings, it must be an angel", and talking to a farmer.
It was obvious, that Onew was thinking about purchasing one of the feathery animals.
The two boys felt their blood freezing, when the leader grinned and waved them to come closer.
Whilst walking towards him, they could see him paying good money for an extra juicy hen and with a face full of sunshine Jinki stuffed the bird under his shirt.
"You saw us, didn't you?" asked the maknae, blunt as he was.
"How about this" Jinki smiled and gave the blushed Minho a small wink of companionship-in-crime, "I will not talk about your little adventure, if you keep silent over my new pet. Deal?"
The two mins nodded and together they walked back on the festival area, finding a face-painted Key and a, equally to the rapper earlier, horny, but much less satisfied Jonghyun.
They sat down on white plastic chairs and the 'Super-Chicken-Show' started. Carefully not to be heard by anyone else, Minho leaned closer to Taemin and whispered: "I liked your show better."
The maknae looked proud, but was signalizing the other to keep silent.
After some minutes of staring on the stage of chicken-horror without talking, a bored looking Jonghyun asked: "Is this for real?"
Ponylove for the Shawols ~ ♥♥♥
~ Hahahaha, I guess, this was not the kind of smut, u have expected, hmh? But heck, it is weird crack after all and there will be moar dirty shizzle going on in the next sequel, kekeke.
Anyways, this sequel is dedicated for nadal93's labbie, we are still fearing about its health... Get well soon!
Much much much of that tingling feeling in my heart, called love, for all of u and may the Tae-hip-thrust graze ur dreams!
(Masterlist: "The Dozen") (Masterlist: "The CB- Man") (Masterlist: "Stable of Stories")