[fic] Minho/Key - SHINee - Who Cares About Soccer? - Part 1/4
Title: Who Cares About Soccer?; Part 1/4
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Minho/Key
Characters: Jonghyun, Onew
Warnings: --
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kibum has no idea how a one night stand suddenly turns into a messy romance. Apparently nothing is as it seems when it comes to the country’s own superstar soccer hero Choi Minho.
Comments: So this is something I’ve been working on for… over a year, lmao. I sorta abandoned it in between only to then pick it up again. Huge thanks to Nee for proofreading and to Koukaiaru for cheerleading! This wouldn’t be finished even now if it wasn’t for you.
Kibum wakes up to a splitting headache.
It feels like his whole world swims around him a little, his limbs heavy and uncooperative. He wants to just sink back under the covers and sleep for a week. He would, if he wasn’t so thirsty it feels like his throat is made of sand and every single swallow hurts. On top of that he seems to be aching in places he didn’t know he had muscles in, like he performed some goddamn high class acrobatics last night.
So maybe getting drunk hadn’t been such an amazing choice but screw that, he had his fun and now it’s time to suffer the consequences.
With a sigh Kibum rolls out of bed - only to be reminded of yet another kind of ache in his lower back, but he welcomes that with a faint grin since it was so worth it. Nevertheless he stumbles a little as he heads to the kitchen, padding through the apartment stark naked. There’s a jug of multivitamin fruit juice in the fridge and he gulps down half of it in one go, not even caring how some of it spills over on his skin, making him wince.
The drink is enough to make him feel marginally better and he’s already debating over whether to cook breakfast or not when loud, insistent ringing snaps his attention to it.
At first he thinks that with some luck whoever it is trying to reach him will give up and let it be. Indeed, the ringing stops when Kibum is leaning halfway into the fridge to find something edible, but only to start all over again within seconds.
Kibum curses loudly as he pulls back and slams the fridge shut, resigned to find his phone to answer it. The device is lying on the bedside table, the screen blinking as it tries to catch his attention. Only one look at the display makes Kibum’s annoyance triple and he doesn’t even bother to try cover it. “What is it Jjong? Can’t you take a hint the first time?”
“Ooh look, someone woke up happy!” Jonghyun chuckles on the other end of the line, completely unfazed. “Morning, sunshine!”
Kibum growls. He drops down to sit on the edge of the bed and cards his fingers through his thoroughly messed up hair. “I just woke up and didn’t even get coffee yet, what did you expect?” There’s a small smile tugging on the edge of his mouth though. Jonghyun might be an annoying little brat but he’s also Kibum’s best friend since diapers.
“I expected you to gratefully accept my offer of buying you breakfast,” Jonghyun suggests generously.
“Fine,” Kibum huffs, openly grinning by now. “Meet you in an hour at Jinki’s.”
“Hey! It’s like the most expensive place to get breakfast how am I going to-” Jonghyun doesn’t get to finish his complaints before Kibum has already hung up on him. He knows that despite all the complaints Jonghyun doesn’t mind that much. Besides this way they get to see their friend if he happens to work his shift at this hour.
With a sigh Kibum rolls over and buries his face in the pillows, an unfamiliar scent surrounding him as he inhales. Usually he’d already be up to change the sheets but he doesn’t feel like it now and instead relaxes further, dwelling in the memories of last night. He hadn’t gone clubbing with the intention of getting laid but once the tall stranger came to hit on him he instantly knew he wasn’t going to say no.
True enough, the night turned out every bit as amazing as he had thought it would, until he fell asleep with the stranger’s arm still casually draped around him. The only thing he regrets now is that he didn’t ask the man for his name, or his number. He might’ve been overly romanticising things or plain drunk, but he knows he likes the guy and wouldn’t mind seeing him again.
Besides, the sex alone was so good he wouldn’t mind repeating it once, or twice.
Kibum huffs at his own thoughts and tells himself to stop being so dramatic. Reluctantly he thinks he needs to get dressed, he doesn’t want to miss that breakfast after all. Once he’s pulling himself upright his hand hits something that makes the faintest rustling sound.
It’s a note, written hastily on a bright yellow post-it, and underneath the words (sorry, gotta go. was fun, call me!) a number is scribbled down.
Bits and pieces of last night flash through Kibum’s mind again and he just has to grin to himself. With a thud, he falls back on his mattress and laughs out loud.
Maybe the story of him and his perfect stranger isn’t quite over and done with.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kibum!” Jonghyun laughs, raucously, throwing his head back in a grand gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by the other customers in the café. It’s an overpriced place and they only go there because their friend works there, and they unanimously named the place after said friend. It’s to show support, Jonghyun says, but Kibum thinks it’s because they both secretly have a thing for the cheesecake they serve.
“Shut up,” Kibum hisses through his teeth. It’s not like he’s embarrassed by the looks they get. He simply hates how Jonghyun is already making fun of him although he didn’t even get through his story about his wonderful night. “Why are you my friend? Why am I telling you anything?” He raises his voice, waving at the cashier standing at the counter. “Jinki! Come save me from this caveman!”
They watch from the distance as Jinki grimaces and tries to apologize profusely to his co-worker, bowing lightly several times as he is obviously in the middle of an explanation. He looks so flustered and shaky that it makes both Jonghyun and Kibum snicker, as mean as it is. After a moment the co-worker just pushes Jinki away, towards the table with the two troublemakers.
As Jinki reaches them he slides into an empty seat, crouching over the table as if it can make him somehow invisible. “Could you please not do that when I’m working? Please?” He musters up the most pleading expression he can manage, blinking at the two as he juts out his lower lip.
“Do what?” Kibum asks nonchalantly, waving his hand around a little. “We were just chatting. We are paying customers.” It’s a talk they’ve had on numerous occasions and Jinki thinks it’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten fired yet. Still he never has the heart to throw his friends out.
“Besides, this is so worth it,” Jonghyun grins, his eyes sparkling as he leans towards Jinki conspiratorially. “Kibum is in love.”
“Wait what-?”
“No I am not!”
What follows is a loud burst as they all try to speak at the same time, until Kibum raises his voice enough to shut his friends up. It earns them a whole lot of dirty looks from the other customers, again, but this time not even Jinki pays that any attention. “So you’re in love?” He asks instead, curious.
“No,” Kibum shakes his head and rolls his eyes for good measure. “I just had the most mind-blowing hook-up ever.” He breaks out in a brilliant smile, unable to hold it back. “You know what’s the best thing? He wasn’t only absolutely amazing in bed, but he and I, we clicked and I-”
He doesn’t make it any further before Jinki cuts him off with a low oooh, only to turn towards Jonghyun, eyes wide. “Kibum is in love.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Jonghyun laughs, too loud. “He’s been going on and on about this guy for the past half an hour, and usually he’s not fazed by anything. He’s all about find, fuck and flee so if he actually wants this guy around for longer it’s like-”
“…are you quite sure you want to finish that?” Kibum asks, glaring at Jonghyun challengingly. It effectively shuts him up, but the shit-eating grin doesn’t go anywhere and Kibum wishes he had a way to wipe that, and the mischievous sparkle in Jinki’s eyes, away somehow.
“You make me sound like a high school girl with a hopeless crush,” Kibum huffs, piercing the remains of Jonghyun’s cake to take a bite. He ignores the indignant yelp that follows, enjoying the flavours on his tongue. The cheesecake here is indeed marvellous.
After a long pause Jinki and Jonghyun are both still staring at Kibum. Finally Kibum cracks a smile. “He left me his number and I think I’m really going to call him.”
His friends burst out in loud cheers.
They leave Jinki at the café to be scolded by his manager, something they know he’ll get away with unscathed since his manager is inexplicably fond of him. Jonghyun is babbling about this new movie he wants to go see and Kibum is actually half listening to him, when suddenly something catches his attention.
“Look, Jjong! That’s the guy I slept with!” Kibum raises his voice and it instantly earns them incredulous stares and disapproving scoffs from the passers by. By now Kibum is pointing at a gigantic commercial poster hanging off the building across the street, where an extremely attractive man is smiling at them while holding a carton of some kind of an energy drink.
Kibum wails. “Oh my god that’s him. What is his face doing on a building!?”
At lightning speed Jonghyun grabs Kibum’s arm and tugs him to the side, hissing at him to shut the hell up before they get attacked by people they don’t even know. “Are you out of your mind!?” He asks, exasperated, and spins Kibum around until they’re face-to-face. “I know you sometimes forget how to control your volume but seriously, Kibum!”
“But you don’t understand,” Kibum still tries to crane his neck to look at the poster. Yep, it’s the same man, that hasn’t changed. “I slept with him. It’s that guy, I am sure.”
“Kibum, listen to me,” Jonghyun growls and gains the attention he wants. “That guy is Choi Minho. He is one of the key players of our national soccer team, a part-time model, invited to every single party that matters, the whole nation’s perfect son-in-law, and most importantly,” he pauses for effect, “completely straight.”
Kibum scoffs. “Well that didn’t stop him from fucking me last night. Twice.”
With a grimace, Jonghyun goes on, “You really are sure it’s him? There have been so many rumours of him and a string of girlfriends but no one ever managed to prove it. He’s been engaged but broke it off quietly, the public only found out months after the break up. He’s…” He makes a vague gesture with his hands.
“…absolutely gorgeous and a beast in bed,” Kibum fills in. He looks mildly put out though, a frown gracing his features. “And apparently very deep in the closet.”
At that, Jonghyun nods. “Yeah, wouldn’t get my hopes high.” He has no doubts of Kibum’s charms and he knows his friend can probably make a statue lust after him, but he feels like Kibum deserves to know what he’s getting himself into, instead of waltzing into some sort of an affair without knowing what’s in store for him.
“Alright,” Kibum sighs, jutting out his lips in a pout. “It seemed to be a bit too good to be true.”
“I’m sorry, man,” Jonghyun says and pats Kibum’s shoulder consolingly. They’ve already begun to walk forward, the stream of people around them uninterrupted now that they’re not making a scene anymore. Suddenly Jonghyun stops. “How come you don’t know him? He’s a big shot celebrity soccer hero!”
Kibum scoffs, again. “Jonghyun. I don’t do sports!” That makes his friend laugh and soon they’re already window shopping again, enjoying their day out together.
Still, Kibum can’t help but feel the disappointment lurching in the pit of his stomach, not even though he tries to shake it off, again and again.
True to his words, Kibum calls his mysterious stranger, now known as Choi Minho all thanks to Jonghyun. The phone call, however, isn’t quite as expected. Of course Kibum has no idea what Minho really wants from him, he didn’t really have the time to focus on asking such things the last time they met. He was way too busy getting his hands on those glorious abs and unbuttoning the sinfully tight pants. Still, he had made his own assumptions and can’t keep the irritation completely at bay.
Kibum doesn’t spare time for a greeting, but instead snaps at Minho right off the bat as soon as he hears the recognizable voice at the other end of the line. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me who you are!?” Not that he would’ve paid it any mind, as drunk and horny as he’d been, but it’s the principle of things that pisses him off.
To his surprise, Minho laughs. “Why? Does it matter?” He sounds so infuriatingly calm that it sends Kibum’s already frayed nerves into an overdrive and he can’t hold back a low scoff.
“Does it matter!? C’mon,” Kibum rolls his eyes although he knows it will go by unseen. “You’re a celebrity! The superstar soccer hero, darling of the whole Korea, the perfect son-in-law, loved by thousands and thousands. And I just slept with you.”
“Twice,” Minho informs casually and Kibum is instantly reminded of his discussion with Jonghyun earlier. He doesn’t get to comment on it before Minho goes on again. “Besides you seem to know plenty enough about me.”
“I do now,” Kibum snarls. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation, explaining things that should be obvious. “Which took seeing your idiotic face on a skyscraper and screaming loud enough to alarm the whole neighbourhood. They think I’m a raving lunatic now!”
“Do you really think people paid you any attention,” Minho answers easily. He’s way too calm about this. “Calm down, deep breaths. You can’t be the first one to freak out after seeing a picture of me.”
“…at least you’re not short on self esteem, superstar.” Somehow Kibum manages to keep the irony in his voice although, he has to admit, there’s a healthy dose of amusement mixed right in with the stubborn anger and rightful indignation. He scoffs when Minho laughs, and cuts him off effectively. “I shouldn’t have called. Okay. Just,” he pauses for breath, “it was fun. Thanks and have a nice life.”
“No, Kibum,” Minho’s low voice takes on an almost seductive drawl and Kibum knows what he’s trying to do, hating himself a little for how he’s already pretty much ready to give in. “It was fun. We should do it again.”
“You really think so highly of yourself?” Damnit, Kibum thinks, even if he’s basically already given in he can still keep up the pretences, right? Right. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea. What makes you think I’d want to settle for you again?”
“Because I made you scream.”
Goddamn cocky bastard. Anger spikes again, and Kibum can’t help but huff at the words. Yet… they’re undeniably true and he can’t even remember the last time he had such a fantastic night. Maybe it indeed is worth revisiting, at least once. Now he knows the man is an infuriatingly self-confident celebrity soccer player but does it really change anything between the sheets?
Probably not. Which is why Kibum finds himself noting down a time and a place for a meeting only a few days away. It’s strictly for sex, he keeps telling himself, he’s going to enjoy himself while he can and then walk out without looking back. Sounds like an amazing plan. In theory.
“So this is where you bring all your hot dates, or am I just special?” Kibum asks as he slides into the booth, balancing a tray in one hand. When Minho had told him they’d grab dinner first, he had expected reservations in a fancy restaurant or something, maybe a cosy little place that’s low key enough for a star athlete. He hadn’t exactly expected to end up in a burger joint. Not even one of those high class burger restaurants, but a little hole-in-the-wall place with self service.
Minho seems completely content with his choice, grinning broadly as he takes a seat across the table from Kibum. He nudges Kibum’s foot with his own, succeeding in making eye contact as Kibum looks up. “This is where I bring people I don’t need to impress with my money and lifestyle.”
“…basically people you know you can get into bed no matter what?” Kibum arches an eyebrow questioningly. Despite of how it might sound, he’s only thoroughly amused. From another person, he might’ve taken it as an insult. With Minho… somehow he knows it’s not.
A rough burst of laughter is the initial reply, but Minho collects himself quickly. “I don’t think my sister qualifies.” He peels the wrapper off his burger, taking a huge bite that really should be unattractive but magically isn’t. “So the answer is no,” he says as soon as he manages to swallow, “I don’t bring easy affairs here.”
There’s a distinct splash of warmth in the pit of Kibum’s stomach but he resolutely ignores it in favour of nonchalantly picking at his fries. “I kind of expected you to impress me. You know, wine and a fancy restaurant. Open the doors for me, be a perfect gentleman.” He has to admit the fries are good, not only salty but seasoned with what the personnel calls their special mix.
Minho hums around the next mouthful of his burger, obviously not concerned in the slightest.
“At least you paid for us both,” Kibum goes on. He fishes the straw closer with his tongue, fully well knowing that it catches Minho’s attention and has him staring, unashamedly. Smirking, he takes a long sip, making sure to purse his lips. He can make drinking look suggestive, he’s certain. “You still have a chance to fuck me into the mattress.”
It’s clearly visible how Minho swallows hard, shifting on his seat ever so slightly. “What if I have other plans, too?”
Kibum smirks, leaning forward to place his chin on his palm. “Like?” He tilts his head, not even trying to cover how cocky he is about having such control over Minho’s reactions.
“Like having you on your knees in front of me, those lips wrapped around my dick?” Minho begins, his voice slightly hoarse. He’s grinning too, though, obviously enjoying this. “My first regret after I left that morning was that I didn’t make you show me what you can do with your tongue.”
Now it’s Kibum’s turn to swallow. “What was the second regret?”
“Leaving at all.” Minho answers. His voice has gone soft, but somehow Kibum thinks it might only be his imagination.
Clearing his throat, Kibum averts his eyes and focuses back on his food. He’s not really hungry anymore, his appetite gone in an instant, but he doesn’t really want to get out of bed later in the middle of night when he’s dying of hunger. Minho turns back to the remains of his burger, too, apparently completely at ease.
His life has turned completely ridiculous, Kibum thinks. He’s not supposed to like Minho so much. He’s supposed to have some fun with him, no strings attached, and definitely not develop any of these fluttery sensations whenever the man just looks at him the right way. After this is done he’ll have to go clubbing with Jinki and Jonghyun to find another amazing one night stand for a rebound.
The dinner itself - burgers or no burgers - is surprisingly enjoyable in every aspect. By the time they’re done Kibum is pleasantly relaxed, almost giddy as he thinks of what will follow as soon as they get back to his place. Lost in thought, he’s distracted enough to grab Minho’s hand as they step out of the restaurant. He realizes his error immediately, but not before Minho tenses almost violently and discreetly takes a quick step to the side to create more distance between them.
It’s the first real scratch on the perfect surface of their day, and Kibum frowns momentarily. Minho seems to notice it, though, bumping his shoulder against Kibum’s in a friendly gesture. “C’mon, do you want something for dessert?”
The temptation to answer something cheeky is big, but Kibum holds it back and just gives a small shrug. “Not really craving anything. We could just go back to my place? I’m sure I can find something to offer.” He doesn’t even mean for it to be ambiguous, but hey, works that way too.
“Oh,” Minho pauses, almost hesitant, something awkward in his posture for a second before he it’s gone and he’s back to his usual confidence level. “I made a reservation.”
“A reservation?” Kibum asks. So Minho had other plans for the evening? Despite himself Kibum is a little excited about the prospect of spending more time together instead of just screwing each other’s brains out. Not that he has anything against the screwing, either, it’s definitely on his to-do-list. It can wait though, and he flashes Minho a genuine smile. “Where are we going?”
Minho turns, naturally placing his palm on Kibum’s shoulder for a brief moment to make him follow. “To a hotel,” he replies, “I figured it’d be better than… you know, me being caught at your apartment.” He walks with a steady stride, almost too fast for Kibum to keep up with him.
“…okay.” So a hotel. A secret rendezvous in a secluded hotel safely anonymous. Again, disappointment lurches in Kibum’s stomach but he stomps on the feeling until he can keep it down. This is exactly what he signed up for, he knew what he was getting when he figured out who Minho is. Still, sneaking into a hotel isn’t exactly something he enjoys.
The easy mood of the evening seems to dissipate even further as they reach the hotel and Minho sends Kibum in first, having made the reservations in his name earlier on. Kibum doesn’t comment on it, but there are distinct laces of anger seeping through his bloodstream as he checks in, intensifying during the elevator ride all the way to the sixteenth floor. He doesn’t lock the door behind himself, leaving it cracked open so that Minho can just follow.
There’s a bottle of wine waiting on the table, at least, freshly opened and two glasses set next to it. It makes Kibum’s temper cool down a little as he pours himself a drink and takes the first sip. It’s good, to the point that he hums in satisfaction. He knows he has a moment before Minho follows him up into the room, so he takes the opportunity to slide aside the glass door and step onto the balcony.
It’s dark, and although the lights of the city are way too bright there’s still a faint hint of the stars high up above. Kibum tilts his head back, a slight smile curving his lips. Apparently Minho did want to impress him, just a little bit, with the wine and the amazing view from the room. It’s the only room that’s quite this high on this side of the building, so the view has to have been intentional or an incredible amount of sheer dumb luck.
Kibum is almost done with his drink when he’s drawn back from his thoughts by the sound of a closing door. True enough, a few heartbeats later Minho steps up right next to him, a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. “Want some more?” He smiles, already reaching forward to pour some of the ruby red liquid.
“You did want to show off, after all,” Kibum hums, smiling despite himself. He had every intention to let Minho know how annoyed he was earlier but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter so much anymore and he lets it slide. It’s not like he’ll have to deal with the inconveniences later anymore.
His answer is a dark chuckle, followed by Minho leaning against the railing next to him. “Maybe a little bit. But who wouldn’t?”
“You charmer,” Kibum laughs. Somehow everything feels so easy with Minho. True enough, the man manages to annoy him effortlessly, but they also always seem to find the common ground without much work at all. It’s something he could get used to, he thinks before he can stop himself and crush the thought determinedly.
Minho doesn’t say anything and thus Kibum takes it upon himself to take the next step. He places his glass down on the railing, where it balances precariously, ready to take a plunge down at the smallest disturbance. With a little - possibly intentional - sway to his hips he steps closer and runs his palms up Minho’s chest, straightening his collar.
“Button-ups look really nice on you, you know,” he practically purrs. The next second he uses the grip to his advantage, tugging Minho down to mesh their mouths together. It’s as good as he remembers, the mere kiss toe-curling and slightly addictive. He’s not even nearly as drunk now as he was the last time and that makes it even better, allows him to focus on all the details with much more accuracy.
The clink of glass on granite hardly registers when Minho drops the bottle down, instinctively twining an arm around Kibum’s waist to pull him closer. It’s like he’s been waiting for this moment and now it breaks all floodgates, makes him kiss back with a notch of clear desperation. He’s still holding the wine glass in one hand, fumbling to set it on the railing. He fails, but they both resolutely ignore the resounding crack of broken glass.
If there’s even a hint of annoyance left on Kibum’s mind it melts away when Minho grabs the back of his head, pulls him in for another one of those messy, hungry kisses. Before he even catches up with that his jeans are being unbuttoned and tugged down an inch. They won’t go any lower without more effort, as they’re basically tight enough to look painted on. As much as Minho appreciated it before, right now the garment is nothing but a hindrance.
Maybe it’s a good thing, though, considering they’re still standing outside on the balcony, even if it’s the sixteenth floor. Kibum pulls back enough to look right at Minho, grinning at him impishly as he grabs Minho’s wrist. “You are not fucking me out here. So if you want a piece of this,” while speaking he slides their hands down, placing Minho’s palm on his butt. “You’ll take it inside.”
Minho only grins, obviously enjoying the feel of Kibum’s rear in the palm of his hand, at least judging by the relishing squeeze. Obediently he begins shuffling them inside, never breaking the contact between them. Kissing while trying to get through the door might not have been their brightest decision but it only results in them stumbling the following steps, as Minho manages to save them from taking a dive to the floor.
“Bed, now.” Kibum plants his palms on Minho’s shoulders and pushes, insistently, until Minho takes the hint and backs up towards the spacious bed. As the backs of his legs hit the mattress he drops down to sit on the edge, trying to yank Kibum down with him. Kibum has none of it though, resisting the pull stubbornly. He steals a short, deep kiss, before grinning wickedly at Minho.
“Didn’t you want,” he begins, slowly sinking down on the floor between Minho’s parted knees, “something like this?” Suggestively he runs his palms up Minho’s thighs, brushes his fingers against the straining bulge in his pants.
In one loud exhale Minho releases all air from his lungs, dropping his hands on the mattress to lean back on them. “Hell yes,” he grins, his voice a low rumble. Together they get rid of his pants and when Kibum commands him to strip off his shirt it flies into the corner within seconds. It’s hard to say which one of them is the more eager one, as things easily get heated.
Kibum places his palm on Minho’s stomach, splaying out his fingers as if to keep him there, stop him from moving his hips unexpectedly. Truth to be told it turns him on immensely to feel the muscles contract under his touch, feel them twitch and strain. It’s almost as good as finally closing his lips around the head of Minho’s cock.
The low drawn-out moan Minho releases is even better than what Kibum remembers from their first night together and he catalogues it in his mind for future reference. Even if they’re not going to do this again he can damn well file it away for lonely moments with his hand. Not that he’s thinking of lonely nights right now, as there’s nothing else on his mind but how to gain even more of those delicious sounds.
Teasingly slow he sinks down, taking as much of Minho’s cock as he can without making himself gag. It’s hot and heavy on his tongue, sending a surge of arousal through his system. It’s already goddamn hot to have this power over Minho, to draw all those sounds and reactions from him. But what makes it even better is the way Minho is looking at him, eyes burning with sheer need as he hardly blinks.
As if in trance Minho brings his hand to Kibum’s cheek, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb. Kibum retaliates by sucking harder, moaning around the thick flesh in his mouth when Minho’s hand lands on his head, fingers twine in his hair. He’s totally getting off on this, too, more than he’d maybe want to admit. His pants are conveniently open so all he has to do is sneak a hand down to free his own cock and instantly give it a few slow strokes.
Eventually Minho is unable to keep up the eye-contact any longer. He’s panting harshly, his back arching as he tries his best to stay put and not push his hips up to gain more of the ministrations. At first he tries to make Kibum pull back but it’s a half-hearted attempt and Kibum stubbornly refuses to, anyway. He only withdraws when Minho stops shaking, his climax already slowly ebbing out.
“As good as you imagined?” Kibum asks, unable to stop grinning. He licks his lips and he’s certain they’re reddened and a little swollen, more than inviting. He’s right as the only response he gets is a deep groan, almost pained, as Minho grabs him by his arms and hauls him up on the bed with him.
“We might have to revisit that later tonight.” Minho grins, already slipping his hands underneath Kibum’s shirt to push it upwards, the rest of his clothes following in a blink. It’s only fair that they’re both naked by now, he thinks as he flips them over until Kibum is sprawled on the mattress, loose-limbed and willing. “Now lean back and enjoy,” he promises, his voice a low, suggestive drawl.
Kibum doesn’t need to be told twice. He doesn’t even get a chance to reply with anything witty before Minho is working a slick finger inside of him, the lubricant cool against his heated skin. He bites his lip through the stretch, eyes closed as he focuses on the feeling. This is something he’s always enjoyed, vaguely disappointed every time his current partner has skipped to the next part too soon.
It seems that Minho is on the same page with him, though, judging by the way he’s taking his time. Maybe it’s because he already got off but he keeps moving his fingers torturously slow, curls them experimentally until he finds all the right ways to make Kibum cry out, gasp, hold his breath. His left palm is resting on Kibum’s hip, large and warm over pale skin, easily keeping him in place.
There’s nothing in the moment that doesn’t turn Kibum on and he shamelessly lets it show. He doesn’t hesitate to spread his thighs and lift his hips, trying to urge Minho on the best he can. He’s so close, teetering on the edge and finally Minho does nothing to hold him back, doesn’t ease up but instead pushes him right over. Kibum comes with a shout, grabbing the pillows above his head to have something to hold on to.
Kibum is still trembling slightly from the force of his orgasm when Minho pulls him closer by his thighs. There’s barely a moment to register the change in position and Minho connects their bodies, lifting Kibum’s pelvis to find a better angle for the penetration. It’s almost too much sensation all at once but Kibum hastily wraps his legs around Minho’s waist to keep him from pulling away. Even if it’s nearly overwhelming, he craves for more.
At first their movements are limited, only slight rocking of Minho’s hips against Kibum’s, but it keeps gaining momentum until they’ve developed a common rhythm together. Minho is still holding Kibum’s hips in his hands, stroking the pale skin with his thumbs, while Kibum can’t stop touching Minho wherever he can reach.
Sooner than he expected Kibum is achingly hard again, yearning for release. He stops Minho by squeezing his bicep for attention, his voice breathless and shaky. “W-wait, let me.” He doesn’t need to finish the sentence as it seems Minho understands him from half a word. Minho allows Kibum to roll them over until he’s lying flat on the mattress, Kibum on his lap and slowly lowering himself down on his cock. Like this Kibum can change the angle until it’s just right, as deep as possible.
“Oh f-fuck,” Kibum stutters, swallowing as his throat is suddenly unbearably dry. He balances himself with his grip on Minho’s shoulders but he doesn’t need to do all of the work himself as Minho still aids his movements with the hold he has of his waist, and steadily fucks up into him. They still keep it slow, savouring and intense, as that’s exactly what they need right now. It’s nearly torturous, but when they finally tip over the edge almost simultaneously it’s so worth it.
Kibum wraps his arms around Minho’s neck as he shakes apart in his arms, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open to let harsh breaths through. It’s like his whole system reboots and he needs a moment to collect himself before he can even lift himself off Minho.
Eventually they collapse on the mattress side by side, barely touching. Long enough passes in silence that they’re almost drifting off, before Kibum suddenly moves. He props himself up on one elbow, shifting closer until he’s pressed flush against Minho’s side. “So,” he drawls, a lazy grin spreading on his lips, “what else did you have planned?”
Minho laughs and rolls over to pin Kibum into the mattress.
It’s still dark when Kibum stirs awake from his slumber, blinking at the bright red numbers on the digital clock. It’s barely past four am and he knows he still has a good few hours before he needs to be anywhere. Yet Minho seems to be asleep and that means it’s a perfect moment for collecting his belongings to get out of there. It’s always more awkward when the other person has woken up, Kibum thinks, but somehow leaving now feels wrong in a way he can’t explain.
With a sigh Kibum carefully rolls over, coming face to face with Minho. The other man looks younger like this, completely relaxed and content. It makes Kibum smile and for a moment he traces the planes of Minho’s face with his gaze: from the straight line of his nose to the soft lips, to the dark eyelashes that fan out against smooth skin. He’s gorgeous, no wonder he’s such a big hit in public. A superstar sportsman with a model’s body and face, everything anyone would want appearance-wise.
If Kibum was a girl he’d sink his claws into Minho and hold on until they were safely married. Yet he’s not so he knows he has to bow down and back off. He’s not subtle and he has no intentions to be subtle, and he can’t devote his life into being a secret lover to a celebrity. He wants more than that and maybe it’s selfish but it’s his life and he’s going to prioritize his own self respect and happiness.
It does sting though, as he hasn’t met anyone like Minho in ages. Not only because he’s hot, but because of the way they clicked, how they were joking from the first moment on and seemed to tick the same way. It’s a shame to let it go but well, life isn’t always fair, Kibum knows that.
As silently as he can, Kibum gets out of bed and tries to find his pants on the floor where they were discarded earlier. He gives up as he doesn’t manage to locate his left sock, figuring that it’s not a big deal. A couple of times Minho stirs slightly, almost as if he’s about to wake up, but eventually settles back into the cushions without opening his eyes.
When the door clicks shut behind Kibum he lets out a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding.
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I am horrible at titles and it took me all day to get this sorted although it was all written :( blergh. I know I've said it before but it's literally easier to get out 10k of fic than come up with one single title!
next part will follow next week! maybe on my birthday, on wednesday, but we'll see :3
@DW.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Minho/Key
Characters: Jonghyun, Onew
Warnings: --
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kibum has no idea how a one night stand suddenly turns into a messy romance. Apparently nothing is as it seems when it comes to the country’s own superstar soccer hero Choi Minho.
Comments: So this is something I’ve been working on for… over a year, lmao. I sorta abandoned it in between only to then pick it up again. Huge thanks to Nee for proofreading and to Koukaiaru for cheerleading! This wouldn’t be finished even now if it wasn’t for you.
Kibum wakes up to a splitting headache.
It feels like his whole world swims around him a little, his limbs heavy and uncooperative. He wants to just sink back under the covers and sleep for a week. He would, if he wasn’t so thirsty it feels like his throat is made of sand and every single swallow hurts. On top of that he seems to be aching in places he didn’t know he had muscles in, like he performed some goddamn high class acrobatics last night.
So maybe getting drunk hadn’t been such an amazing choice but screw that, he had his fun and now it’s time to suffer the consequences.
With a sigh Kibum rolls out of bed - only to be reminded of yet another kind of ache in his lower back, but he welcomes that with a faint grin since it was so worth it. Nevertheless he stumbles a little as he heads to the kitchen, padding through the apartment stark naked. There’s a jug of multivitamin fruit juice in the fridge and he gulps down half of it in one go, not even caring how some of it spills over on his skin, making him wince.
The drink is enough to make him feel marginally better and he’s already debating over whether to cook breakfast or not when loud, insistent ringing snaps his attention to it.
At first he thinks that with some luck whoever it is trying to reach him will give up and let it be. Indeed, the ringing stops when Kibum is leaning halfway into the fridge to find something edible, but only to start all over again within seconds.
Kibum curses loudly as he pulls back and slams the fridge shut, resigned to find his phone to answer it. The device is lying on the bedside table, the screen blinking as it tries to catch his attention. Only one look at the display makes Kibum’s annoyance triple and he doesn’t even bother to try cover it. “What is it Jjong? Can’t you take a hint the first time?”
“Ooh look, someone woke up happy!” Jonghyun chuckles on the other end of the line, completely unfazed. “Morning, sunshine!”
Kibum growls. He drops down to sit on the edge of the bed and cards his fingers through his thoroughly messed up hair. “I just woke up and didn’t even get coffee yet, what did you expect?” There’s a small smile tugging on the edge of his mouth though. Jonghyun might be an annoying little brat but he’s also Kibum’s best friend since diapers.
“I expected you to gratefully accept my offer of buying you breakfast,” Jonghyun suggests generously.
“Fine,” Kibum huffs, openly grinning by now. “Meet you in an hour at Jinki’s.”
“Hey! It’s like the most expensive place to get breakfast how am I going to-” Jonghyun doesn’t get to finish his complaints before Kibum has already hung up on him. He knows that despite all the complaints Jonghyun doesn’t mind that much. Besides this way they get to see their friend if he happens to work his shift at this hour.
With a sigh Kibum rolls over and buries his face in the pillows, an unfamiliar scent surrounding him as he inhales. Usually he’d already be up to change the sheets but he doesn’t feel like it now and instead relaxes further, dwelling in the memories of last night. He hadn’t gone clubbing with the intention of getting laid but once the tall stranger came to hit on him he instantly knew he wasn’t going to say no.
True enough, the night turned out every bit as amazing as he had thought it would, until he fell asleep with the stranger’s arm still casually draped around him. The only thing he regrets now is that he didn’t ask the man for his name, or his number. He might’ve been overly romanticising things or plain drunk, but he knows he likes the guy and wouldn’t mind seeing him again.
Besides, the sex alone was so good he wouldn’t mind repeating it once, or twice.
Kibum huffs at his own thoughts and tells himself to stop being so dramatic. Reluctantly he thinks he needs to get dressed, he doesn’t want to miss that breakfast after all. Once he’s pulling himself upright his hand hits something that makes the faintest rustling sound.
It’s a note, written hastily on a bright yellow post-it, and underneath the words (sorry, gotta go. was fun, call me!) a number is scribbled down.
Bits and pieces of last night flash through Kibum’s mind again and he just has to grin to himself. With a thud, he falls back on his mattress and laughs out loud.
Maybe the story of him and his perfect stranger isn’t quite over and done with.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kibum!” Jonghyun laughs, raucously, throwing his head back in a grand gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by the other customers in the café. It’s an overpriced place and they only go there because their friend works there, and they unanimously named the place after said friend. It’s to show support, Jonghyun says, but Kibum thinks it’s because they both secretly have a thing for the cheesecake they serve.
“Shut up,” Kibum hisses through his teeth. It’s not like he’s embarrassed by the looks they get. He simply hates how Jonghyun is already making fun of him although he didn’t even get through his story about his wonderful night. “Why are you my friend? Why am I telling you anything?” He raises his voice, waving at the cashier standing at the counter. “Jinki! Come save me from this caveman!”
They watch from the distance as Jinki grimaces and tries to apologize profusely to his co-worker, bowing lightly several times as he is obviously in the middle of an explanation. He looks so flustered and shaky that it makes both Jonghyun and Kibum snicker, as mean as it is. After a moment the co-worker just pushes Jinki away, towards the table with the two troublemakers.
As Jinki reaches them he slides into an empty seat, crouching over the table as if it can make him somehow invisible. “Could you please not do that when I’m working? Please?” He musters up the most pleading expression he can manage, blinking at the two as he juts out his lower lip.
“Do what?” Kibum asks nonchalantly, waving his hand around a little. “We were just chatting. We are paying customers.” It’s a talk they’ve had on numerous occasions and Jinki thinks it’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten fired yet. Still he never has the heart to throw his friends out.
“Besides, this is so worth it,” Jonghyun grins, his eyes sparkling as he leans towards Jinki conspiratorially. “Kibum is in love.”
“Wait what-?”
“No I am not!”
What follows is a loud burst as they all try to speak at the same time, until Kibum raises his voice enough to shut his friends up. It earns them a whole lot of dirty looks from the other customers, again, but this time not even Jinki pays that any attention. “So you’re in love?” He asks instead, curious.
“No,” Kibum shakes his head and rolls his eyes for good measure. “I just had the most mind-blowing hook-up ever.” He breaks out in a brilliant smile, unable to hold it back. “You know what’s the best thing? He wasn’t only absolutely amazing in bed, but he and I, we clicked and I-”
He doesn’t make it any further before Jinki cuts him off with a low oooh, only to turn towards Jonghyun, eyes wide. “Kibum is in love.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Jonghyun laughs, too loud. “He’s been going on and on about this guy for the past half an hour, and usually he’s not fazed by anything. He’s all about find, fuck and flee so if he actually wants this guy around for longer it’s like-”
“…are you quite sure you want to finish that?” Kibum asks, glaring at Jonghyun challengingly. It effectively shuts him up, but the shit-eating grin doesn’t go anywhere and Kibum wishes he had a way to wipe that, and the mischievous sparkle in Jinki’s eyes, away somehow.
“You make me sound like a high school girl with a hopeless crush,” Kibum huffs, piercing the remains of Jonghyun’s cake to take a bite. He ignores the indignant yelp that follows, enjoying the flavours on his tongue. The cheesecake here is indeed marvellous.
After a long pause Jinki and Jonghyun are both still staring at Kibum. Finally Kibum cracks a smile. “He left me his number and I think I’m really going to call him.”
His friends burst out in loud cheers.
They leave Jinki at the café to be scolded by his manager, something they know he’ll get away with unscathed since his manager is inexplicably fond of him. Jonghyun is babbling about this new movie he wants to go see and Kibum is actually half listening to him, when suddenly something catches his attention.
“Look, Jjong! That’s the guy I slept with!” Kibum raises his voice and it instantly earns them incredulous stares and disapproving scoffs from the passers by. By now Kibum is pointing at a gigantic commercial poster hanging off the building across the street, where an extremely attractive man is smiling at them while holding a carton of some kind of an energy drink.
Kibum wails. “Oh my god that’s him. What is his face doing on a building!?”
At lightning speed Jonghyun grabs Kibum’s arm and tugs him to the side, hissing at him to shut the hell up before they get attacked by people they don’t even know. “Are you out of your mind!?” He asks, exasperated, and spins Kibum around until they’re face-to-face. “I know you sometimes forget how to control your volume but seriously, Kibum!”
“But you don’t understand,” Kibum still tries to crane his neck to look at the poster. Yep, it’s the same man, that hasn’t changed. “I slept with him. It’s that guy, I am sure.”
“Kibum, listen to me,” Jonghyun growls and gains the attention he wants. “That guy is Choi Minho. He is one of the key players of our national soccer team, a part-time model, invited to every single party that matters, the whole nation’s perfect son-in-law, and most importantly,” he pauses for effect, “completely straight.”
Kibum scoffs. “Well that didn’t stop him from fucking me last night. Twice.”
With a grimace, Jonghyun goes on, “You really are sure it’s him? There have been so many rumours of him and a string of girlfriends but no one ever managed to prove it. He’s been engaged but broke it off quietly, the public only found out months after the break up. He’s…” He makes a vague gesture with his hands.
“…absolutely gorgeous and a beast in bed,” Kibum fills in. He looks mildly put out though, a frown gracing his features. “And apparently very deep in the closet.”
At that, Jonghyun nods. “Yeah, wouldn’t get my hopes high.” He has no doubts of Kibum’s charms and he knows his friend can probably make a statue lust after him, but he feels like Kibum deserves to know what he’s getting himself into, instead of waltzing into some sort of an affair without knowing what’s in store for him.
“Alright,” Kibum sighs, jutting out his lips in a pout. “It seemed to be a bit too good to be true.”
“I’m sorry, man,” Jonghyun says and pats Kibum’s shoulder consolingly. They’ve already begun to walk forward, the stream of people around them uninterrupted now that they’re not making a scene anymore. Suddenly Jonghyun stops. “How come you don’t know him? He’s a big shot celebrity soccer hero!”
Kibum scoffs, again. “Jonghyun. I don’t do sports!” That makes his friend laugh and soon they’re already window shopping again, enjoying their day out together.
Still, Kibum can’t help but feel the disappointment lurching in the pit of his stomach, not even though he tries to shake it off, again and again.
True to his words, Kibum calls his mysterious stranger, now known as Choi Minho all thanks to Jonghyun. The phone call, however, isn’t quite as expected. Of course Kibum has no idea what Minho really wants from him, he didn’t really have the time to focus on asking such things the last time they met. He was way too busy getting his hands on those glorious abs and unbuttoning the sinfully tight pants. Still, he had made his own assumptions and can’t keep the irritation completely at bay.
Kibum doesn’t spare time for a greeting, but instead snaps at Minho right off the bat as soon as he hears the recognizable voice at the other end of the line. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me who you are!?” Not that he would’ve paid it any mind, as drunk and horny as he’d been, but it’s the principle of things that pisses him off.
To his surprise, Minho laughs. “Why? Does it matter?” He sounds so infuriatingly calm that it sends Kibum’s already frayed nerves into an overdrive and he can’t hold back a low scoff.
“Does it matter!? C’mon,” Kibum rolls his eyes although he knows it will go by unseen. “You’re a celebrity! The superstar soccer hero, darling of the whole Korea, the perfect son-in-law, loved by thousands and thousands. And I just slept with you.”
“Twice,” Minho informs casually and Kibum is instantly reminded of his discussion with Jonghyun earlier. He doesn’t get to comment on it before Minho goes on again. “Besides you seem to know plenty enough about me.”
“I do now,” Kibum snarls. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation, explaining things that should be obvious. “Which took seeing your idiotic face on a skyscraper and screaming loud enough to alarm the whole neighbourhood. They think I’m a raving lunatic now!”
“Do you really think people paid you any attention,” Minho answers easily. He’s way too calm about this. “Calm down, deep breaths. You can’t be the first one to freak out after seeing a picture of me.”
“…at least you’re not short on self esteem, superstar.” Somehow Kibum manages to keep the irony in his voice although, he has to admit, there’s a healthy dose of amusement mixed right in with the stubborn anger and rightful indignation. He scoffs when Minho laughs, and cuts him off effectively. “I shouldn’t have called. Okay. Just,” he pauses for breath, “it was fun. Thanks and have a nice life.”
“No, Kibum,” Minho’s low voice takes on an almost seductive drawl and Kibum knows what he’s trying to do, hating himself a little for how he’s already pretty much ready to give in. “It was fun. We should do it again.”
“You really think so highly of yourself?” Damnit, Kibum thinks, even if he’s basically already given in he can still keep up the pretences, right? Right. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea. What makes you think I’d want to settle for you again?”
“Because I made you scream.”
Goddamn cocky bastard. Anger spikes again, and Kibum can’t help but huff at the words. Yet… they’re undeniably true and he can’t even remember the last time he had such a fantastic night. Maybe it indeed is worth revisiting, at least once. Now he knows the man is an infuriatingly self-confident celebrity soccer player but does it really change anything between the sheets?
Probably not. Which is why Kibum finds himself noting down a time and a place for a meeting only a few days away. It’s strictly for sex, he keeps telling himself, he’s going to enjoy himself while he can and then walk out without looking back. Sounds like an amazing plan. In theory.
“So this is where you bring all your hot dates, or am I just special?” Kibum asks as he slides into the booth, balancing a tray in one hand. When Minho had told him they’d grab dinner first, he had expected reservations in a fancy restaurant or something, maybe a cosy little place that’s low key enough for a star athlete. He hadn’t exactly expected to end up in a burger joint. Not even one of those high class burger restaurants, but a little hole-in-the-wall place with self service.
Minho seems completely content with his choice, grinning broadly as he takes a seat across the table from Kibum. He nudges Kibum’s foot with his own, succeeding in making eye contact as Kibum looks up. “This is where I bring people I don’t need to impress with my money and lifestyle.”
“…basically people you know you can get into bed no matter what?” Kibum arches an eyebrow questioningly. Despite of how it might sound, he’s only thoroughly amused. From another person, he might’ve taken it as an insult. With Minho… somehow he knows it’s not.
A rough burst of laughter is the initial reply, but Minho collects himself quickly. “I don’t think my sister qualifies.” He peels the wrapper off his burger, taking a huge bite that really should be unattractive but magically isn’t. “So the answer is no,” he says as soon as he manages to swallow, “I don’t bring easy affairs here.”
There’s a distinct splash of warmth in the pit of Kibum’s stomach but he resolutely ignores it in favour of nonchalantly picking at his fries. “I kind of expected you to impress me. You know, wine and a fancy restaurant. Open the doors for me, be a perfect gentleman.” He has to admit the fries are good, not only salty but seasoned with what the personnel calls their special mix.
Minho hums around the next mouthful of his burger, obviously not concerned in the slightest.
“At least you paid for us both,” Kibum goes on. He fishes the straw closer with his tongue, fully well knowing that it catches Minho’s attention and has him staring, unashamedly. Smirking, he takes a long sip, making sure to purse his lips. He can make drinking look suggestive, he’s certain. “You still have a chance to fuck me into the mattress.”
It’s clearly visible how Minho swallows hard, shifting on his seat ever so slightly. “What if I have other plans, too?”
Kibum smirks, leaning forward to place his chin on his palm. “Like?” He tilts his head, not even trying to cover how cocky he is about having such control over Minho’s reactions.
“Like having you on your knees in front of me, those lips wrapped around my dick?” Minho begins, his voice slightly hoarse. He’s grinning too, though, obviously enjoying this. “My first regret after I left that morning was that I didn’t make you show me what you can do with your tongue.”
Now it’s Kibum’s turn to swallow. “What was the second regret?”
“Leaving at all.” Minho answers. His voice has gone soft, but somehow Kibum thinks it might only be his imagination.
Clearing his throat, Kibum averts his eyes and focuses back on his food. He’s not really hungry anymore, his appetite gone in an instant, but he doesn’t really want to get out of bed later in the middle of night when he’s dying of hunger. Minho turns back to the remains of his burger, too, apparently completely at ease.
His life has turned completely ridiculous, Kibum thinks. He’s not supposed to like Minho so much. He’s supposed to have some fun with him, no strings attached, and definitely not develop any of these fluttery sensations whenever the man just looks at him the right way. After this is done he’ll have to go clubbing with Jinki and Jonghyun to find another amazing one night stand for a rebound.
The dinner itself - burgers or no burgers - is surprisingly enjoyable in every aspect. By the time they’re done Kibum is pleasantly relaxed, almost giddy as he thinks of what will follow as soon as they get back to his place. Lost in thought, he’s distracted enough to grab Minho’s hand as they step out of the restaurant. He realizes his error immediately, but not before Minho tenses almost violently and discreetly takes a quick step to the side to create more distance between them.
It’s the first real scratch on the perfect surface of their day, and Kibum frowns momentarily. Minho seems to notice it, though, bumping his shoulder against Kibum’s in a friendly gesture. “C’mon, do you want something for dessert?”
The temptation to answer something cheeky is big, but Kibum holds it back and just gives a small shrug. “Not really craving anything. We could just go back to my place? I’m sure I can find something to offer.” He doesn’t even mean for it to be ambiguous, but hey, works that way too.
“Oh,” Minho pauses, almost hesitant, something awkward in his posture for a second before he it’s gone and he’s back to his usual confidence level. “I made a reservation.”
“A reservation?” Kibum asks. So Minho had other plans for the evening? Despite himself Kibum is a little excited about the prospect of spending more time together instead of just screwing each other’s brains out. Not that he has anything against the screwing, either, it’s definitely on his to-do-list. It can wait though, and he flashes Minho a genuine smile. “Where are we going?”
Minho turns, naturally placing his palm on Kibum’s shoulder for a brief moment to make him follow. “To a hotel,” he replies, “I figured it’d be better than… you know, me being caught at your apartment.” He walks with a steady stride, almost too fast for Kibum to keep up with him.
“…okay.” So a hotel. A secret rendezvous in a secluded hotel safely anonymous. Again, disappointment lurches in Kibum’s stomach but he stomps on the feeling until he can keep it down. This is exactly what he signed up for, he knew what he was getting when he figured out who Minho is. Still, sneaking into a hotel isn’t exactly something he enjoys.
The easy mood of the evening seems to dissipate even further as they reach the hotel and Minho sends Kibum in first, having made the reservations in his name earlier on. Kibum doesn’t comment on it, but there are distinct laces of anger seeping through his bloodstream as he checks in, intensifying during the elevator ride all the way to the sixteenth floor. He doesn’t lock the door behind himself, leaving it cracked open so that Minho can just follow.
There’s a bottle of wine waiting on the table, at least, freshly opened and two glasses set next to it. It makes Kibum’s temper cool down a little as he pours himself a drink and takes the first sip. It’s good, to the point that he hums in satisfaction. He knows he has a moment before Minho follows him up into the room, so he takes the opportunity to slide aside the glass door and step onto the balcony.
It’s dark, and although the lights of the city are way too bright there’s still a faint hint of the stars high up above. Kibum tilts his head back, a slight smile curving his lips. Apparently Minho did want to impress him, just a little bit, with the wine and the amazing view from the room. It’s the only room that’s quite this high on this side of the building, so the view has to have been intentional or an incredible amount of sheer dumb luck.
Kibum is almost done with his drink when he’s drawn back from his thoughts by the sound of a closing door. True enough, a few heartbeats later Minho steps up right next to him, a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. “Want some more?” He smiles, already reaching forward to pour some of the ruby red liquid.
“You did want to show off, after all,” Kibum hums, smiling despite himself. He had every intention to let Minho know how annoyed he was earlier but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter so much anymore and he lets it slide. It’s not like he’ll have to deal with the inconveniences later anymore.
His answer is a dark chuckle, followed by Minho leaning against the railing next to him. “Maybe a little bit. But who wouldn’t?”
“You charmer,” Kibum laughs. Somehow everything feels so easy with Minho. True enough, the man manages to annoy him effortlessly, but they also always seem to find the common ground without much work at all. It’s something he could get used to, he thinks before he can stop himself and crush the thought determinedly.
Minho doesn’t say anything and thus Kibum takes it upon himself to take the next step. He places his glass down on the railing, where it balances precariously, ready to take a plunge down at the smallest disturbance. With a little - possibly intentional - sway to his hips he steps closer and runs his palms up Minho’s chest, straightening his collar.
“Button-ups look really nice on you, you know,” he practically purrs. The next second he uses the grip to his advantage, tugging Minho down to mesh their mouths together. It’s as good as he remembers, the mere kiss toe-curling and slightly addictive. He’s not even nearly as drunk now as he was the last time and that makes it even better, allows him to focus on all the details with much more accuracy.
The clink of glass on granite hardly registers when Minho drops the bottle down, instinctively twining an arm around Kibum’s waist to pull him closer. It’s like he’s been waiting for this moment and now it breaks all floodgates, makes him kiss back with a notch of clear desperation. He’s still holding the wine glass in one hand, fumbling to set it on the railing. He fails, but they both resolutely ignore the resounding crack of broken glass.
If there’s even a hint of annoyance left on Kibum’s mind it melts away when Minho grabs the back of his head, pulls him in for another one of those messy, hungry kisses. Before he even catches up with that his jeans are being unbuttoned and tugged down an inch. They won’t go any lower without more effort, as they’re basically tight enough to look painted on. As much as Minho appreciated it before, right now the garment is nothing but a hindrance.
Maybe it’s a good thing, though, considering they’re still standing outside on the balcony, even if it’s the sixteenth floor. Kibum pulls back enough to look right at Minho, grinning at him impishly as he grabs Minho’s wrist. “You are not fucking me out here. So if you want a piece of this,” while speaking he slides their hands down, placing Minho’s palm on his butt. “You’ll take it inside.”
Minho only grins, obviously enjoying the feel of Kibum’s rear in the palm of his hand, at least judging by the relishing squeeze. Obediently he begins shuffling them inside, never breaking the contact between them. Kissing while trying to get through the door might not have been their brightest decision but it only results in them stumbling the following steps, as Minho manages to save them from taking a dive to the floor.
“Bed, now.” Kibum plants his palms on Minho’s shoulders and pushes, insistently, until Minho takes the hint and backs up towards the spacious bed. As the backs of his legs hit the mattress he drops down to sit on the edge, trying to yank Kibum down with him. Kibum has none of it though, resisting the pull stubbornly. He steals a short, deep kiss, before grinning wickedly at Minho.
“Didn’t you want,” he begins, slowly sinking down on the floor between Minho’s parted knees, “something like this?” Suggestively he runs his palms up Minho’s thighs, brushes his fingers against the straining bulge in his pants.
In one loud exhale Minho releases all air from his lungs, dropping his hands on the mattress to lean back on them. “Hell yes,” he grins, his voice a low rumble. Together they get rid of his pants and when Kibum commands him to strip off his shirt it flies into the corner within seconds. It’s hard to say which one of them is the more eager one, as things easily get heated.
Kibum places his palm on Minho’s stomach, splaying out his fingers as if to keep him there, stop him from moving his hips unexpectedly. Truth to be told it turns him on immensely to feel the muscles contract under his touch, feel them twitch and strain. It’s almost as good as finally closing his lips around the head of Minho’s cock.
The low drawn-out moan Minho releases is even better than what Kibum remembers from their first night together and he catalogues it in his mind for future reference. Even if they’re not going to do this again he can damn well file it away for lonely moments with his hand. Not that he’s thinking of lonely nights right now, as there’s nothing else on his mind but how to gain even more of those delicious sounds.
Teasingly slow he sinks down, taking as much of Minho’s cock as he can without making himself gag. It’s hot and heavy on his tongue, sending a surge of arousal through his system. It’s already goddamn hot to have this power over Minho, to draw all those sounds and reactions from him. But what makes it even better is the way Minho is looking at him, eyes burning with sheer need as he hardly blinks.
As if in trance Minho brings his hand to Kibum’s cheek, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb. Kibum retaliates by sucking harder, moaning around the thick flesh in his mouth when Minho’s hand lands on his head, fingers twine in his hair. He’s totally getting off on this, too, more than he’d maybe want to admit. His pants are conveniently open so all he has to do is sneak a hand down to free his own cock and instantly give it a few slow strokes.
Eventually Minho is unable to keep up the eye-contact any longer. He’s panting harshly, his back arching as he tries his best to stay put and not push his hips up to gain more of the ministrations. At first he tries to make Kibum pull back but it’s a half-hearted attempt and Kibum stubbornly refuses to, anyway. He only withdraws when Minho stops shaking, his climax already slowly ebbing out.
“As good as you imagined?” Kibum asks, unable to stop grinning. He licks his lips and he’s certain they’re reddened and a little swollen, more than inviting. He’s right as the only response he gets is a deep groan, almost pained, as Minho grabs him by his arms and hauls him up on the bed with him.
“We might have to revisit that later tonight.” Minho grins, already slipping his hands underneath Kibum’s shirt to push it upwards, the rest of his clothes following in a blink. It’s only fair that they’re both naked by now, he thinks as he flips them over until Kibum is sprawled on the mattress, loose-limbed and willing. “Now lean back and enjoy,” he promises, his voice a low, suggestive drawl.
Kibum doesn’t need to be told twice. He doesn’t even get a chance to reply with anything witty before Minho is working a slick finger inside of him, the lubricant cool against his heated skin. He bites his lip through the stretch, eyes closed as he focuses on the feeling. This is something he’s always enjoyed, vaguely disappointed every time his current partner has skipped to the next part too soon.
It seems that Minho is on the same page with him, though, judging by the way he’s taking his time. Maybe it’s because he already got off but he keeps moving his fingers torturously slow, curls them experimentally until he finds all the right ways to make Kibum cry out, gasp, hold his breath. His left palm is resting on Kibum’s hip, large and warm over pale skin, easily keeping him in place.
There’s nothing in the moment that doesn’t turn Kibum on and he shamelessly lets it show. He doesn’t hesitate to spread his thighs and lift his hips, trying to urge Minho on the best he can. He’s so close, teetering on the edge and finally Minho does nothing to hold him back, doesn’t ease up but instead pushes him right over. Kibum comes with a shout, grabbing the pillows above his head to have something to hold on to.
Kibum is still trembling slightly from the force of his orgasm when Minho pulls him closer by his thighs. There’s barely a moment to register the change in position and Minho connects their bodies, lifting Kibum’s pelvis to find a better angle for the penetration. It’s almost too much sensation all at once but Kibum hastily wraps his legs around Minho’s waist to keep him from pulling away. Even if it’s nearly overwhelming, he craves for more.
At first their movements are limited, only slight rocking of Minho’s hips against Kibum’s, but it keeps gaining momentum until they’ve developed a common rhythm together. Minho is still holding Kibum’s hips in his hands, stroking the pale skin with his thumbs, while Kibum can’t stop touching Minho wherever he can reach.
Sooner than he expected Kibum is achingly hard again, yearning for release. He stops Minho by squeezing his bicep for attention, his voice breathless and shaky. “W-wait, let me.” He doesn’t need to finish the sentence as it seems Minho understands him from half a word. Minho allows Kibum to roll them over until he’s lying flat on the mattress, Kibum on his lap and slowly lowering himself down on his cock. Like this Kibum can change the angle until it’s just right, as deep as possible.
“Oh f-fuck,” Kibum stutters, swallowing as his throat is suddenly unbearably dry. He balances himself with his grip on Minho’s shoulders but he doesn’t need to do all of the work himself as Minho still aids his movements with the hold he has of his waist, and steadily fucks up into him. They still keep it slow, savouring and intense, as that’s exactly what they need right now. It’s nearly torturous, but when they finally tip over the edge almost simultaneously it’s so worth it.
Kibum wraps his arms around Minho’s neck as he shakes apart in his arms, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open to let harsh breaths through. It’s like his whole system reboots and he needs a moment to collect himself before he can even lift himself off Minho.
Eventually they collapse on the mattress side by side, barely touching. Long enough passes in silence that they’re almost drifting off, before Kibum suddenly moves. He props himself up on one elbow, shifting closer until he’s pressed flush against Minho’s side. “So,” he drawls, a lazy grin spreading on his lips, “what else did you have planned?”
Minho laughs and rolls over to pin Kibum into the mattress.
It’s still dark when Kibum stirs awake from his slumber, blinking at the bright red numbers on the digital clock. It’s barely past four am and he knows he still has a good few hours before he needs to be anywhere. Yet Minho seems to be asleep and that means it’s a perfect moment for collecting his belongings to get out of there. It’s always more awkward when the other person has woken up, Kibum thinks, but somehow leaving now feels wrong in a way he can’t explain.
With a sigh Kibum carefully rolls over, coming face to face with Minho. The other man looks younger like this, completely relaxed and content. It makes Kibum smile and for a moment he traces the planes of Minho’s face with his gaze: from the straight line of his nose to the soft lips, to the dark eyelashes that fan out against smooth skin. He’s gorgeous, no wonder he’s such a big hit in public. A superstar sportsman with a model’s body and face, everything anyone would want appearance-wise.
If Kibum was a girl he’d sink his claws into Minho and hold on until they were safely married. Yet he’s not so he knows he has to bow down and back off. He’s not subtle and he has no intentions to be subtle, and he can’t devote his life into being a secret lover to a celebrity. He wants more than that and maybe it’s selfish but it’s his life and he’s going to prioritize his own self respect and happiness.
It does sting though, as he hasn’t met anyone like Minho in ages. Not only because he’s hot, but because of the way they clicked, how they were joking from the first moment on and seemed to tick the same way. It’s a shame to let it go but well, life isn’t always fair, Kibum knows that.
As silently as he can, Kibum gets out of bed and tries to find his pants on the floor where they were discarded earlier. He gives up as he doesn’t manage to locate his left sock, figuring that it’s not a big deal. A couple of times Minho stirs slightly, almost as if he’s about to wake up, but eventually settles back into the cushions without opening his eyes.
When the door clicks shut behind Kibum he lets out a breath he hadn’t noticed he’d been holding.
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I am horrible at titles and it took me all day to get this sorted although it was all written :( blergh. I know I've said it before but it's literally easier to get out 10k of fic than come up with one single title!
next part will follow next week! maybe on my birthday, on wednesday, but we'll see :3
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