SBB 2015 ENTRY #21: THE SWEETNESS OF THE ICE CREAM BOY (2/2)
Title: The Sweetness of the Ice Cream Boy (2/2)
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Final Word Count: 13,350
The Boy’s tongue flicked out, ran slowly along his lips.
Now Minho wanted to die.'>
In the few moments Jonghyun had used his phone, he had saved his number in Minho’s contacts as “Jonghyunnie”; sent himself a single-character message (so he would have Minho’s number on his phone); and added on the calendar for Friday starting at seven until midnight an event entitled “With Jonghyun.”
Over the roughly forty-eight hours between their number exchange and their datethey texted infrequently. Jonghyun always used the send button in favor of punctuation, so Minho would receive a long stream of texts from him all about the same thing and then Jonghyun wouldn’t reply until an hour or two after Minho did (which was immediately since he was a good and loyal texter.)
Jonghyun did not use emojis or slang when he texted, so sometimes it was hard to tell when he was being serious or sarcastic, but after a few exchanges Minho became the master of responses that would fly either way, or at skillfully changing the topic when the former was impossible. They talked about their classes, their days, and drafted the plans for their date.
Jonghyun wasn’t a big fan of formality and Minho was a broke college student, so they would first go out for pizza at a small restaurant near Jonghyun’s apartment, then go see a movie or something. A casual affair; one that could even be mistaken for a simple hang-out between friends.
But it wasn’t between friends, right?
Minho was still confused about this, while Taemin was convinced beyond a single doubt that it was a date. “He practically asked you out. He gave himself a pet name for you to use with him. He didn’t just give you his number but he got yours so he can text you. Admit it Minho, just like in all your dreams, he wants your dick.”
Minho was still unconvinced when he showered at five on Friday, rubbing shampoo in his hair as he wondered for the millionth time the nature of his relationship with Jonghyun. Should he dress like it’s a date? What should he wear on a date with someone like Jonghyun?
It was only by persuading himself that it was in fact a casual hangout that he could pick out his clothes. He settled on a simple pair of jeans, white t-shirt and a fleece jacket on top, since it did get a little chilly after sunset even though it was summer.
After he dressed, he still had around a half hour before he would have to begin his trek to the restaurant. This freetime finally allowed him the chance to think and process his emotions, and it helped him realize that he was terrified. Jesus Christ, he was scared. He paced around his dorm, kneading his hands as he mumbled to himself how it was going to be okay and it was alright and Jonghyun definitely liked him, right? He wasn’t going to make a fool of himself and it would be okay and he would have fun and then come back to his dorm and just live the rest of his life normally. It was all normal and fine and good and he was going to be okay.
Minho ended up doing push-ups in an attempt to persuade himself that his heart was beating madly not because he was nervous but because of physical excursion. He checked to make sure he had his wallet and phone around five-thousand times before he was able to leave the dorm. He walked to the restaurant aware of his breathing, timing it and trying to guess when he should exhale or inhale. He noticed how his tongue was just a bit too big for his mouth and focused so intently on walking perfectly straight he bumped into at least half a dozen people. Anything to distract him, to take him away from reality--from the future that awaited him.
He paused outside of the restaurant. His heart hurt, his skin beading with perspiration. He had to face it now. A date. With not just any man, but the beautiful man he had been crushing on for months.
A date.
A date.
It was both wonderful and horrid at the same time. He wanted to have pizza with Jonghyun and then go see a movie. Wanted to melt in Jonghyun’s arms, wanted to cup his chin with his hand and kiss his lips. But it was Jonghyun.
“I want to do this,” Minho whispered to himself. Because it was Jonghyun, he wanted to do this.
He took a deep breath, curling his fingers into tight fists, and entered the restaurant.
Jonghyun was sitting at a table for two, dressed in jeans and black v-neck. He waved his hands enthusiastically as Minho entered and even rose from his seat to greet him as he approached the table. With an other-worldly smile he handed Minho the menu and said, “Everything is delicious.”
“Is that so?” Minho asked. Did his voice sound weird or was that just his imagination? Just his nerves?
“Uh-huh,” Jonghyun replied. “So whatever you get I’ll have a taste.”
Minho snorted. “Well, not if I eat it all first.”
“Is that a challenge?”
Minho shrugged, at a loss for words. That entire exchange, despite how effortless it may have looked to a bystander, had probably shaved off a few years from Minho’s lifespan. Every time Jonghyun spoke to him he felt his blood run backwards in his veins and some neuron in his brain shrivel up and die.
The waiter came over for their drink orders. Minho asked for a beer and Jonghyun a soda. “I don’t drink very well,” he explained shyly after the waiter left.
“O-oh,” Minho replied. There was a pause, long enough to call for a change in conversation, before he continued. “I’ll just have to drink for two then.”
Jonghyun chuckled. “Drunk on the first date doesn’t sound like a good idea though.”
All the blood drained from Minho’s body. Date. Damn this was a date damn here he was on a date with Jonghyun shit.
“I’m not very good at any of this first date stuff,” Minho said, scratching the back of his head and staring down at the table.
He felt something touch his jaw, something soft tracing a path to his chin. Jonghyun’s fingers propped up Minho’s face. There was a small smile on his lips and his eyes were focused on Minho’s. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth and certain, “I don’t eat ice cream out of just any boy’s hands.”
“I-is that so?” Minho stuttered. Jonghyun had not moved his hand and the pads of his fingers had burned a hot trail along his skin.
“Look around,” he said in a softer voice.
Minho obeyed, scanning the restaurant without moving his head out from Jonghyun’s hand. He had not had a chance to look around when he had entered, too focused on Jonghyun. With this new opportunity, he noticed something about each table.
They were all occupied by couples.
There were couples sharing drinks with one straw. There were couples celebrating casual anniversaries. Couples fighting over one desert, enjoying the most expensive bottles of wine this restaurant offered--two women in the corner were even eating spaghetti like they were in The Lady and the Tramp.
“Oh my god,” Minho muttered, turning his eyes back to Jonghyun, whose smile had widened.
“Right?” Jonghyun replied excitedly. “I’ve had to have friends pretend to be my date just so I could eat here.”
“Is the food that good here?”
Jonghyun shrugged. “I think it’ll taste better now that I’m going to be eating it the way it’s supposed to be.” He drew back, pulling his fingers away from Minho and leaving behind a coldness on his skin.
The waiter came over and dropped off their drinks. Minho was tempted to finish off the whole glass right then and there. But he didn’t. Instead he took just a few sips and then rested his glass back on the table, keeping his hand around and gently tapping its surface. Jonghyun reached over and brushed his fingers on the back of Minho’s hand.
Minho looked up at Jonghyun to see him smiling unknowingly, it seemed, as he gazed at their hands. His cheeks were dusted with a light pink and his eyes could barely be seen behind that grin, lined by his sweet pink lips. That grin that made Minho smile back and made flowers grow in his stomach or heat explode throughout him. Jonghyun with his smiles...
The waiter returned and both men placed their orders--meat-lovers for Minho and a steak salad for Jonghyun.
“You came to a pizza place to order a salad?” Minho teased after the waiter left, finally able to speak again after that short lull.
Jonghyun shrugged and took a sip from his glass, perhaps to conceal the smile that pulled at his lips, which he may have just noticed. “I said earlier that everything’s delicious here. Salad included.”
“Yeah but it’s still a pizza place.”
“But it’s good,” Jonghyun responded defensively. He folded his arms over his chest (Minho couldn’t stop the tug at his heart that came when Jonghyun’s fingers left his own) and puffed up his cheeks, turning to the left and side-eying Minho. “I won’t let you have a taste if you keep messing with me.”
Words flowed more freely from Minho’s mouth than they had before; partially because of the alcohol, but due in part also to the fact that Jonghyun spoke with him so naturally and confidently it was difficult not to mimic him. He was so calm and at-ease, but radiated a joyous air that sneaked into Minho’s bones and alleviated the weight on his heart and mind.
Soon enough Minho was leaning across the table, digging his fork into Jonghyun’s salad despite the latter’s protests. Jonghyun would yowl so loudly the other customers would turn to them, but neither paid them any mind, too occupied in stealing the other’s food. Honestly, it was hard for Minho to notice much else aside from how Jonghyun’s eyes were glittering with joy and mischief. His hands moved on their own, fulfilling their quest for more stolen food as every other part of him focused on keeping that look on Jonghyun’s face.
It was then that Jonghyun’s phone rang, and he, still grinning, answered it while fighting off Minho’s invasion with his free hand. “Hello? Yes, this is Kim Jonghyun. I’m doing alright, how are you? Really?--” here he stopped moving his fork and Minho stole a piece of meat from his plate and stuffed it into his own mouth victoriously--”I’m so sorry. Yes, yes I’ll be there right now to take care of it. I’m sorry. Yes, I understand. Goodbye.”
Jonghyun let out a sigh as he shoved his phone into his pocket. Minho, lowering his fork hand, asked, “is something going on?”
Jonghyun pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, closing his eyes. “Roo is barking and the neighbors complained,” he explained. “I forgot to feed her dinner, so that’s probably why she’s acting out.”
“Oh.” Minho laid his fork flat on the table. “What should we do?”
“I have to go back and take care of her.” He removed his hand from his forehead and opened his eyes again. They met Minho’s and he let a small smile grow on his lips. “Do you want to come with me?”
**
Jonghyun’s apartment was quite large, with a massive main area and two bedrooms off to each side, to which both had their own bathroom. The main room was sparsely furnitured, with only a couch, coffee table, and moderately-sized TV in the living room portion while the kitchen sported a marble island with a stove top, atop it two unwashed pans to match the somewhat-threatening pile in the sink.
Jonghyun did not notice these things, as his attention had been immediately drawn to his puppy, bouncing on all four legs as she greeted the two men at the door. Jonghyun, having removed his shoes, was now dancing along with her, and Minho could not help but smile at the two wiggling figures.
“You’re a hungry girl, aren’t you?” Jonghyun sing-songed when his strange dance ended. He walked over toward the marble counter along the wall and produced a small bag of dry dog food from under the sink. Roo barked softly, squirming with excitement while Jonghyun asked, “Minho, could you get me her bowl? It should be right by the island.”
“Oh, okay.” Minho shuffled awkwardly at the door, finally taking off his shoes. Roo’s bowl was right where Jonghyun had said it was. After picking it up, Minho walked around the counter and handed it to Jonghyun, still on his knees. He filled up the bowl, returned the bag to its place, and rose to his feet.
“This way Roo, this way,” he sang. He slid on his socks across the room with the puppy trailing excitedly behind. He pushed open the door leading to the left bedroom and leaned in to place the bowl to the floor. After Roo entered the bedroom completely, Jonghyun shut the door softly behind her. He turned on his heel to face Minho, who had walked around the island to follow man and dog.
“Is that your bedroom?” Minho asked, confusion tying his brows together.
Jonghyun shook his head. “It’s my roommate’s,” he explained in a low, soft voice, biting his lip. He took a step away from the door. His gaze felt heavy, and his lips, slightly parted, drew Minho’s attention and tugged at his heart.
Minho swallowed hard. Something was off, and the way Jonghyun’s eyes stayed glued to his own made heat collect in his chest. “Does she normally eat in there?”
“Nope, it’s just…” Jonghyun breathed, taking a few more steps forward. He was close. So close Minho could smell his cologne and see the small beads of perspiration collecting at his upper lip. He was looking up directly at Minho, his eyes wide and desperately searching Minho’s, asking him a thousand questions. Minho’s heart raced, so distracted by this nearness he scarcely noticed Jonghyun lift his left hand to the back of Minho’s head. He laced his fingers through his hair and grabbed tightly onto the front of Minho’s jacket with his other hand, then pulled him downward into a kiss.
Jonghyun’s lips were soft and warm. And sweet.
There was no way this was happening, no way Jonghyun tasted that good. No way he was so near to him, so close Minho could wrap up him up in his arms.
“It’s just that I want you,” Jonghyun finally finished, pulling away to stare up at Minho, his pupils wavering. He leaned forward and kissed Minho again, wrapping his lips around Minho’s lower one.
Minho froze, his pulse thumping in his wrists and his brain exploding and his heart screaming and his lungs were balloons about to pop and Jonghyun…
Jonghyun was so close.
And Minho wanted him and Jonghyun wanted him too. Right?
Minho raised his own--shaking--hands to brush his thumbs along Jonghyun’s cheek bones.
Was this okay?
Jonghyun’s eyes fluttered shut as he turned his head to lay kisses along Minho’s cheeks, then returned to suck on his upper lip. He pressed his tongue inside Minho’s mouth, tasting his every corner. He pulled them just a bit closer together, Minho almost stumbling into him.
Oh god Jonghyun wanted this.
Minho had to notice this fact in the way Jonghyun kissed him and pulled on his hair and tasted him and explored him and kept him close and…and…
Minho wanted to do the same.
He lowered one hand on Jonghyun’s face, traced his thumb along Jonghyun’s lips and into his mouth. Jonghyun did not push him away, instead waited, open-mouthed and already breathing hard, for Minho to act.
Minho pushed softly against his bottom teeth, loosening his jaw and opening up enough space for Minho to slide his tongue inside. God, he was inside Jonghyun’s mouth and their tongues were sliding together and their lips meeting each other’s and Jonghyun moaned.
He had made Jonghyun moan.
Now his hands wanted to do the same, wanted to make every possible sound ooze from this man’s lips. He ran his hands down Jonghyun before resting them at his hips and pulling Jonghyun closer, making him gasp as his hardening cock grazed Minho’s thigh.
These sounds made confidence grow inside of him as well as the desire to make Jonghyun moan again. Minho wanted to be the one to give him so much pleasure he couldn’t keep quiet. And he could do just that.
Minho sucked Jonghyun’s tongue, feeling bubbles pop in his chest as Jonghyun moaned against him. Yes. Jonghyun’s hand dropped from Minho’s jacket to toy with his nipple, rolling it slowly between his thumb and index finger while his other hand just tugged tighter on his hair.
The kiss increased in intensity, their heads rotating to either side as one took the chance to suck on a lip or explore a mouth, occasionally fluttering their tongues against each other before smashing their lips together in a messy clash. Jonghyun pulled Minho’s hair and traced a path with his tongue to his ear. A low groan escaped Minho’s lips and he could almost feel Jonghyun smiling against him as he sucked his lobe. He released his grip on Minho’s nipple and hair to grab onto and pull his jacket down to his elbows. Minho’s heart stopped but his body kept moving; his hands lifted from Jonghyun’s hips and his arms straightened. His jacket was thrown to the floor and Jonghyun’s hands were up his shirt in a second, fingers circling around his nipples. God, Jonghyun.
His mind surged with a thousand options. What should he do what would make Jonghyun loud, what would make him writhe against him?
The answer came and Minho responded by smacking Jonghyun’s ass. He gasped, his tongue still pressing against Minho’s ear. Minho smirked and squeezed his cheeks, kneading them against each other. This small victory had sent Minho’s blood rushing and he wondered again and again what he should do now to get that reaction again, or a louder one.
Jonghyun exhaled, his body shaking. Minho once again pulled them closer, noting how much harder Jonghyun had grown in his jeans.
Jonghyun responded before Minho made up his mind. Jonghyun’s lips moved downward, pressing wet kisses to Minho’s neck as he traveled to suck on his nape. His hands slid down as well, fingers tracing Minho’s abs and then his happy trail down to his jeans. He rubbed his hand over Minho’s dick through the fabric of his jeans, curving his palm around Minho’s hardness.
Jonghyun raised his head and ran his tongue along Minho’s cheek. Their eyes met as Jonghyun lowered himself onto his knees, Minho releasing his tight grip on Jonghyun’s ass and bringing his hands around to Jonghyun’s face, lightly brushing his cheeks with his fingers. Without breaking eye contact, Jonghyun took hold of Minho’s wrist with his free hand and guided two of his fingers past his lips and into the warmth of his mouth. He ran his tongue madly along the finger pads before beginning to suck loudly, his cheeks hollowing. He moaned as he pulled apart the two fingers with his tongue, licking their undersides as he stared up at Minho with clouded eyes.
Minho ran the thumb of his opposite hand along Jonghyun’s lips, moist with saliva. He lifted it to his lips and moaned as he cleaned his finger. “God,” he exhaled, closing his eyes and sucking every bit of Jonghyun’s saliva from his thumb. “You taste so good,” he said as he opened his eyes, looking down to meet Jonghyun’s gaze, staring up at him as he sucked audibly, groaning into Minho’s fingers.
Minho lowered his hand and ran it along Jonghyun’s lips again just as he opened his mouth, freeing Minho’s fingers. A long trail of spit extended from Minho’s index finger to Jonghyun’s tongue. It broke as Minho pulled his hand up past his abdomen while Jonghyun’s fingers pulled apart the button and unzipped his jeans. Jonghyun pushed his pants down to his ankles and gave a shallow sigh, staring at Minho’s hard dick through his underwear.
Jonghyun was there, on his knees, about to suck him off and Minho could drive him crazy just by licking his own fingers.
Minho slipped his fingers into his mouth, pulling them in and out as he sucked and moaned loudly. Jonghyun groaned beneath him, desperate. He placed his hands on Minho’s thighs and kissed his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He ran his tongue along his shaft up to his tip, which he kissed open-mouthed.
Minho let his eyes flutter closed as he worked his own fingers in his mouth, sliding his tongue against them. The heat in his cock seemed to radiate through him, swelling in his throat and chest. Damnit, Jonghyun...Jonghyun made him so weak. Jonghyun made him surrender himself to his lips, to his tongue.
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, letting out a heavy exhale, and tangled both hands in Jonghyun’s hair. He could lose himself now, his body giving way to Jonghyun, this dream-like moment becoming a sweet and sticky reality.
Fingers looped around the band of his underwear, and there was a small rush of air as his cock was freed. Jonghyun dragged his tongue slowly over his tip before he took it into his mouth completely. Minho shuddered as Jonghyun flicked his tongue over the slit, pushing him further into Jonghyun’s mouth as a result.
Jonghyun slowly worked Minho deeper into his mouth, occasionally pushing away to kiss his shaft or run his tongue along his balls--which made gasps slip from Minho’s lips and shudders travel down his spine. Minho could feel the warmth of his cheeks against his dick as Jonghyun sucked, tasting every inch of him until he had reached the base, when he began to pump Minho with his lips.
He kept a slow and steady pattern, and soon Minho began to buck his hips with the same rhythm. Jonghyun’s bottom teeth grazed Minho as he pulled Jonghyun by his hair in time with his small thrusts. He groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back and tightening his grip on Jonghyun’s hair.
After a few minutes Jonghyun pulled away, gasping for air. Minho opened his eyes and look down at Jonghyun, who flashed him a brief smile. He pressed kisses along Minho’s inner thighs, maintaining eye contact, and muttered, “Lift your feet.” Minho obeyed, and Jonghyun pulled Minho’s jeans and underwear off his ankles and onto the floor.
Jonghyun’s fingers pressed softly into his abdomen as gave Minho’s thighs one last wet kiss. Minho loosened his fingers while Jonghyun rose beneath him, tracing a path down Jonghyun’s body and to his pants, which he quickly unzipped. Reaching down into the now looser jeans, Minho wrapped one of his hands around Jonghyun’s erection, pumping him at a fast pace. Jonghyun gasped and bucked his hips. He let out a cry as he buried his face into Minho’s shoulder, moaning with each pump.
Minho opened his eyes and stared down at Jonghyun, whose eyes were shut in pleasure as he groaned. The pleasure marking Jonghyun’s face made him more driven than ever. Minho lifted both hands briefly upward, sliding his left down Jonghyun’s underwear while he wrapped his other arm around Jonghyun’s form and likewise slid it downward to squeeze the bare skin of Jonghyun’s ass, slick with sweat.
Jonghyun cried out, shuddering against Minho, who smirked and squeezed the base of his dick. Jonghyun let out another cry, which was followed by a dull pain in Minho’s shoulder. He turned his attention to Jonghyun and noticed his furrowing brows and stretched lips up past his gums, his white teeth digging into Minho’s shirt and flesh. His hands moved to grip Minho’s hips as he involuntarily bucked again, a low groan muffled by Minho’s shoulder.
Bending his neck, Minho ran his tongue along Jonghyun’s ear, resuming his pumping and massaging circles into Jonghyun’s ass-cheek. Jonghyun fluttered against him, his hands even shaking against Minho’s hips. Minho licked the inside of his ear with a loud moan, and Jonghyun responded by releasing Minho’s shoulder.
“M...My bedroom,” he muttered between haggard breaths. His cheeks were flushed, chest heaving, and fingers digging seemingly uncontrolled into Minho’s flesh. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trailed down his neck. Damn, he had never looked so small before.
Minho nodded and kissed Jonghyun’s cheek softly as he pulled his hands away. Jonghyun released his own grip on Minho’s hip, but paused for a moment to grab one of his wrists before leading him into his bedroom. It was a small room--though Minho didn’t have time to notice anything else aside from the twin-sized bed in the center. Jonghyun shut the door behind them and led Minho toward the bed. Facing Minho with his back toward the bed, he pushed himself up onto the mattress and crawled on his elbows to the pillows, his bare feet resting on top with his legs splayed and bent at the knees. He lifted his arms straight toward Minho and motioned for him to follow.
Minho pulled off his shirt and clambered onto the bed. He fit perfectly between Jonghyun’s legs, feeling the warmth from Jonghyun’s erection against his own as he leaned downward and their lips met again. Jonghyun locked his hands just below the back of Minho’s neck, securing him in this position even though Minho had no intention of moving.
He sucked on Jonghyun’s tongue until he was crying into him, shuddering and bucking uncontrollably. Then came Jonghyun’s upper lip, then his lower, then Minho was running his tongue messily over his neck and sucking on his jawline. All the while he thrust his hips slowly, rubbing his naked dick against Jonghyun’s through his underwear (his jeans having been pushed down to his knees when he clambered onto the bed), wet with both of their pre. With each exhale Jonghyun seemed to fall deeper into his pleasure, every lick removing a shred of his self-control until he was digging his nails into Minho’s back and whispering his name like he had forgotten every other word. “Minho...Minho…”
Minho sucked the nape of his neck, leaving angry red marks that would certainly turn to bruises. Grasping the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt, he lifted it past his nipples and pressed his lips to the left one. Jonghyun let out another shuddering gasp of his name as his hips bucked against Minho’s abdomen and his nails dug deeper into his back. Minho sucked him desperately, occasionally pausing to drag his tongue slowly over the sensitive area as he looked up at Jonghyun’s face--his eyes clenched tightly shut and either biting his lips in a vain attempt to stay quiet or letting out a loud cry.
By the time Minho moved to the other nipple, he was overloaded. Every inch of his skin felt more than just alive, his heart hammered desperately in his chest, and he already felt near climax. Jonghyun was a mess beneath him, his hands no longer around Minho’s back but instead digging desperately into the sheets, turning his head from side to side as he panted, interrupting what would be a continuous, throaty moan of “Miiinnnhooo ugghhh…”
Minho released his lips from Jonghyun’s nipple and ceased the movement of his hips. He adjusted his weight and pushed himself a bit forward, placing his weight on his elbow instead of his hand. He ran his now-free hand through Jonghyun’s hair, matted with sweat.
Jonghyun opened his eyes just slightly, meeting Minho’s gaze. Minho wondered for a moment if Jonghyun could even see; his eyes so glazed over and watery. Minho let a smile mark his lips; he had done this to Jonghyun.
“Jonghyun,” he began in a low voice. “Do you have lube? Condoms?”
Jonghyun nodded almost imperceptibly. He turned his head slightly to the left and said in a weak voice, “In there.”
Minho followed his gaze to the nightstand right next to the bed. He ran his hand once more through Jonghyun’s hair before pushing off the bed and walking over toward the nightstand. It had two drawers, the upper of which contained what looked like a pair of reading glasses, a book, and some lotion. The lower drawer held two opened boxes, one of small packets of lube and the other condoms.
Minho took one from each and lifted his head to see Jonghyun pulling his underwear off, his jeans now a crumpled pile by his feet. His lower half was now completely exposed, his dick, hard and glistening with pre, flat against his navel. Minho climbed onto the bed and settled himself back between Jonghyun’s legs. Lube seemed to be the most important of the two, so he placed the condom on Jonghyun’s abdomen and ripped open the packet.
Jonghyun reached down toward Minho’s hand. “Let me,” he panted. Minho blinked, at first thrown-off until he realized what Jonghyun was suggesting. Heat flowed both to his cheeks and between his legs at the same time as he handed the packet to Jonghyun, who got to work immediately. He poured the entire packet on his opposite hand and reached down to his hole. He pushed a whole finger inside and let out a loud gasp that sent Minho’s world spinning.
He watched as Jonghyun waited for only a few seconds to allow himself to adjust, his asshole seemingly tightening and loosening in time with his breathing, then began to push his finger in and out. He let out a low moan, tossing his head to the side, eyes clenched tightly shut as his other hand desperately grasped the sheets beneath him. This lasted only for a few more seconds, his pace quickening until he added a second finger and allowed himself to adjust again.
It was then that Minho realized why Jonghyun had chosen to prep himself rather than let Minho do it: to actually allow Minho to fuck him before they both came, as they were already so close. Minho picked up the condom from Jonghyun’s abdomen and broke open the packet. He rolled it to the base of his shaft mechanically, his eyes focused on Jonghyun’s scissoring fingers. Jonghyun let out a low groan that set Minho’s lower half on fire.
He pushed his own finger in next to Jonghyun’s. Jonghyun bucked in surprise, letting out a sharp gasp.
“Are you ready?” he breathed, opening an eye to look at Minho as he pulled his fingers out and, bending his arm at the elbow, placed his hand just to the left of his head.
Minho looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah.”
He removed his finger from Jonghyun and scooted forward. Taking hold of his shaft, he pressed himself slowly into Jonghyun’s entrance. Jonghyun let out a cry, arching back into the pillows. He was tight and warm and damn it was already too much. Minho pushed himself forward and settled himself low on top of Jonghyun, entwining his fingers with Jonghyun’s by his head.
Jonghyun was already panting, his eyes shut tightly once again. He closed his lips and moaned, sliding his hips around to find a better position with Minho inside of him. Minho bit down on his lips, holding back every instinctual urge to cum inside of this desperate mess beneath him.
He felt the soft brush of Jonghyun’s hand beneath him, then the repeated press of the side of his palm and fingers against his abdomen as Jonghyun began to slowly pump himself. This was Minho’s invitation to begin.
He knew that even if he started slowly it would still end just as fast, and he had to make sure he carried Jonghyun through his orgasm. He wanted to see his face as he lost himself, wanted to know that it was because of him that Jonghyun would feel that pleasure.
So he rammed himself deep into Jonghyun, who yelled in surprise. Minho thrust as hard and quickly into Jonghyun as he possibly could, his heart hammering almost as loudly in his ears as Jonghyun’s distressed pants. He couldn’t keep up this pace, even if he weren’t already so overwhelmed--but he had to. He had to.
He watched Jonghyun as he tossed his head from side to side, Minho’s name slurring into a series of inhales--min--and exhales--ho-- interrupted by cries of pleasure. His hand hit hard against Minho with each pump, but Minho could not even process anything aside from the sweat pouring down Jonghyun’s face, his eyes clenched tightly shut, and the sound of his name pouring from those sweet, pink lips he used to dream of just kissing.
“Oh fuck Minho!” Jonghyun shouted as he came, his cum spraying both their chests as he shuddered beneath Minho. He dropped his hand from his cock, all energy spent, his chest heaving.
Minho came almost immediately afterwards, finally having given himself permission. He groaned as he came, shaking within Jonghyun’s warmth and tightness. Damn, he felt good. He had not been able to appreciate that earlier, too focused on keeping himself from climaxing, but Jonghyun felt good around him.
And he was beautiful beneath him, even though he was a sweaty mess. He was small and tan, and his lips were dark and soft. His shoulders sloped perfectly from his neck into muscular, veiny arms, and his hip fit perfectly in Minho’s hand--so perfectly he wish he had held them when he came rather than the mattress.
He was too busy admiring Jonghyun that it had not occurred to him to pull out. He watched as Jonghyun’s breathing calmed, his chest rising and falling at a slower and more regular rhythm. His eyes traced the path from his nipples, still red and glistening with sweat and saliva, up to their hands, fingers still entwined.
Jonghyun must have been staring at his eyes, because so soon as Minho looked at their intertwined fingers Jonghyun began to run his thumb softly along the back of Minho’s hand. Minho turned his gaze toward him, and Jonghyun gave him that crooked smile that used to make fireworks go off in Minho’s flesh. It still did, but now he felt he could smile back whole-heartedly.
Jonghyun lifted his other hand, cupping Minho’s cheek gently. They stared at each other like this for a short while, smiling like idiots, until Jonghyun spoke.
“Come on,” he muttered, “let’s get some rest.”
**
Minho awoke with Jonghyun curled up into his chest, Minho’s arms around him. Damn, he was so tiny. Minho wondered briefly why anyone would date someone who wasn’t small enough to hold like this.
He held Jonghyun, drawing lazy circles in his back and occasionally softly kissing the top of his head until he woke up. He arose slowly, his body seeming to enter the conscious world before his mind. He began to flex his fingers and toes, then adjust his limbs before he raised his head and opened his eyes, blinking at the harsh light of morning. Minho smiled down at him. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Jonghyun echoed in a weak voice.
“You’re not really awake yet are you?” Minho asked teasingly.
Jonghyun shook his head. “Not really. I just want to lie in bed for a while.”
“I understand that,” Minho replied. “Let me get cleaned up and then I can make you some breakfast, does that sound okay?”
“You can take a shower if you want. I’m not sure how much food we have in the house though…”
Minho kissed his forehead to cut him off, then softly rubbed his thumb along Jonghyun’s hairline. “Don’t worry about it. You go back to sleep and I’ll wake you up when it’s ready.”
Jonghyun nodded and Minho slid carefully out of the bed. Jonghyun pulled a pillow down to rest his head on rather than Minho’s arm, then fell back asleep. Minho tsked quietly as he walked into the main room, where he picked up his jeans before walking back into Jonghyun’s room, picking up his shirt from the floor, and heading into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, fixed his hair with Jonghyun’s comb and used his mouthwash. His clothes felt a bit dirty, but they would have to do.
He settled himself to the task of making breakfast, which was going to a bit of a difficult time. Jonghyun had been right, as the fridge was practically barren, but there was an unopened package of coffee beans in the cabinet. Minho started the coffee and was staring into the refrigerator, wondering what he could possibly make, when he heard the front door open.
His heart stopped in his chest and his limbs froze up. He recognized the thud of someone tossing their shoes carelessly to the floor and the rustle of a jacket being hung up, then the scratches and barks that followed were clearly familiar.
Minho closed the refrigerator door and turned to face Roo, wiggling excitedly just in front of the door. She barked at him approvingly and spun in a circle before approaching him and clawing at his leg.
“Ah, did Jonghyun bring home a boy?”
Minho diverted his attention away from the dog to the intruder standing just before the entranceway. He was a young man, pretty handsome, with half-moon eyes beneath strong eyebrows and moles dotting his cheeks. He had a mischievous smile on his lips.
He was holding a thin dog leash, which he spun into a ball and placed on the island. He took a step forward and offered his hand to Minho. “Sorry, just playing around. I’m Jinki, Jonghyun’s roommate,” he introduced himself with a smile. “I got here a little while ago and took Roo outside. I didn’t think anyone was still here.”
Minho shook himself back into reality, mentally chuckling at the panic that had flooded his system when someone entered the apartment when it had such a simple and obvious explanation--Jonghyun had told him he had a roommate who wouldn’t be back until the next morning.
He shook Jinki’s hand warmly. “Minho. It’s nice to meet you.”
Jinki’s smile grew wider, his cheeks practically swallowing his eyes. “Minho? Really? Damn, Jonghyun’s told me a lot about you.”
Minho blinked. “Has he really?”
“Yeah,” huffed Jinki. “He would never shut up about you. You’re his damn dream boy, or--as he liked to call you before--his ‘Ice Cream Boy.’”
Minho chuckled, scratching the back of his head while disbelief ran circles around his heart. “Is that so?”
“Unfortunately. But I think he likes calling you Minho better. A little more intimate, I’d say.” He shrugged. “Anyway, I’m going to head out and leave you two to whatever your morning-after ritual is.”
“Thanks,” Minho replied. “Sorry for the intrusion.”
After Jinki left, Minho decided just coffee would be enough. He found the coffee mugs just above the coffee machine. As he watched the pot fill with the strong, dark liquid, he wondered if Jonghyun liked his black. Remembering what he had said earlier about his lack of a sweet tooth, Minho left both mugs of coffee unsweetened.
Jonghyun’s back was to Minho when he entered the room. Minho walked around the bed to the opposite side and a small smile played with his lips as he noticed just how tightly he was hugging the pillow. The sunlight played with his hair and lighted up his face. His cheeks twitched and he groaned, pressing his face deeper into the pillow to escape the light.
Minho chuckled and climbed onto the bed with his knees. “Jonghyun,” he hummed, resting the mugs on the nightstand and shaking Jonghyun’s shoulder gently.
“Hmm…?” Jonghyun groaned, turning his head to lift one eye above the pillow, which he opened halfway.
Minho squeezed his shoulder. “Wake up, I’ve made coffee.”
Jonghyun pushed himself up on his forearms. Minho scooted back to lean against the headboard. He wrapped an arm around Jonghyun’s shoulders and, curving his hand beneath Jonghyun’s armpit, pulled him up to Minho’s own chest. Jonghyun moved without resistance and pressed his face into Minho’s chest, wrapping his arms around him once more. He rubbed his cheeks against Minho and smacked his lips as though to fall back asleep.
“Hey,” Minho said, patting Jonghyun’s back. “It’s time to wake up.” He reached his other hand back to the coffee mugs and handed one to Jonghyun, who took it in his hand then rested it against Minho’s abdomen, clearly uninterested. Minho laughed and took a sip from his own mug. “You know if you drink it it will wake you up.”
Jonghyun snorted and opened his eyes to look into the mug. “How’d you know I like it black?” He lifted his head slightly into Minho’s mug. “I would have thought you’d dump enough sugar to kill someone in yours.”
Minho grinned. He patted Jonghyun’s back and leaned toward him. Jonghyun kissed his lips with a soft smack.
“You’re sweet enough for me. I don’t think I need anything else.”
Jonghyun smiled and pressed his face to Minho’s chest again, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheeks against Minho. He hummed softly and soon fell back asleep in Minho’s arms. The sunlight fell on Jonghyun and danced in his hair, making him warm and sweet in Minho’s arms. Minho kissed the top of his head and wondered how he would ever persuade himself to let go of the Ice Cream Boy now he finally had him.
<< Part One | The End
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Final Word Count: 13,350
The Boy’s tongue flicked out, ran slowly along his lips.
Now Minho wanted to die.'>
In the few moments Jonghyun had used his phone, he had saved his number in Minho’s contacts as “Jonghyunnie”; sent himself a single-character message (so he would have Minho’s number on his phone); and added on the calendar for Friday starting at seven until midnight an event entitled “With Jonghyun.”
Over the roughly forty-eight hours between their number exchange and their datethey texted infrequently. Jonghyun always used the send button in favor of punctuation, so Minho would receive a long stream of texts from him all about the same thing and then Jonghyun wouldn’t reply until an hour or two after Minho did (which was immediately since he was a good and loyal texter.)
Jonghyun did not use emojis or slang when he texted, so sometimes it was hard to tell when he was being serious or sarcastic, but after a few exchanges Minho became the master of responses that would fly either way, or at skillfully changing the topic when the former was impossible. They talked about their classes, their days, and drafted the plans for their date.
Jonghyun wasn’t a big fan of formality and Minho was a broke college student, so they would first go out for pizza at a small restaurant near Jonghyun’s apartment, then go see a movie or something. A casual affair; one that could even be mistaken for a simple hang-out between friends.
But it wasn’t between friends, right?
Minho was still confused about this, while Taemin was convinced beyond a single doubt that it was a date. “He practically asked you out. He gave himself a pet name for you to use with him. He didn’t just give you his number but he got yours so he can text you. Admit it Minho, just like in all your dreams, he wants your dick.”
Minho was still unconvinced when he showered at five on Friday, rubbing shampoo in his hair as he wondered for the millionth time the nature of his relationship with Jonghyun. Should he dress like it’s a date? What should he wear on a date with someone like Jonghyun?
It was only by persuading himself that it was in fact a casual hangout that he could pick out his clothes. He settled on a simple pair of jeans, white t-shirt and a fleece jacket on top, since it did get a little chilly after sunset even though it was summer.
After he dressed, he still had around a half hour before he would have to begin his trek to the restaurant. This freetime finally allowed him the chance to think and process his emotions, and it helped him realize that he was terrified. Jesus Christ, he was scared. He paced around his dorm, kneading his hands as he mumbled to himself how it was going to be okay and it was alright and Jonghyun definitely liked him, right? He wasn’t going to make a fool of himself and it would be okay and he would have fun and then come back to his dorm and just live the rest of his life normally. It was all normal and fine and good and he was going to be okay.
Minho ended up doing push-ups in an attempt to persuade himself that his heart was beating madly not because he was nervous but because of physical excursion. He checked to make sure he had his wallet and phone around five-thousand times before he was able to leave the dorm. He walked to the restaurant aware of his breathing, timing it and trying to guess when he should exhale or inhale. He noticed how his tongue was just a bit too big for his mouth and focused so intently on walking perfectly straight he bumped into at least half a dozen people. Anything to distract him, to take him away from reality--from the future that awaited him.
He paused outside of the restaurant. His heart hurt, his skin beading with perspiration. He had to face it now. A date. With not just any man, but the beautiful man he had been crushing on for months.
A date.
A date.
It was both wonderful and horrid at the same time. He wanted to have pizza with Jonghyun and then go see a movie. Wanted to melt in Jonghyun’s arms, wanted to cup his chin with his hand and kiss his lips. But it was Jonghyun.
“I want to do this,” Minho whispered to himself. Because it was Jonghyun, he wanted to do this.
He took a deep breath, curling his fingers into tight fists, and entered the restaurant.
Jonghyun was sitting at a table for two, dressed in jeans and black v-neck. He waved his hands enthusiastically as Minho entered and even rose from his seat to greet him as he approached the table. With an other-worldly smile he handed Minho the menu and said, “Everything is delicious.”
“Is that so?” Minho asked. Did his voice sound weird or was that just his imagination? Just his nerves?
“Uh-huh,” Jonghyun replied. “So whatever you get I’ll have a taste.”
Minho snorted. “Well, not if I eat it all first.”
“Is that a challenge?”
Minho shrugged, at a loss for words. That entire exchange, despite how effortless it may have looked to a bystander, had probably shaved off a few years from Minho’s lifespan. Every time Jonghyun spoke to him he felt his blood run backwards in his veins and some neuron in his brain shrivel up and die.
The waiter came over for their drink orders. Minho asked for a beer and Jonghyun a soda. “I don’t drink very well,” he explained shyly after the waiter left.
“O-oh,” Minho replied. There was a pause, long enough to call for a change in conversation, before he continued. “I’ll just have to drink for two then.”
Jonghyun chuckled. “Drunk on the first date doesn’t sound like a good idea though.”
All the blood drained from Minho’s body. Date. Damn this was a date damn here he was on a date with Jonghyun shit.
“I’m not very good at any of this first date stuff,” Minho said, scratching the back of his head and staring down at the table.
He felt something touch his jaw, something soft tracing a path to his chin. Jonghyun’s fingers propped up Minho’s face. There was a small smile on his lips and his eyes were focused on Minho’s. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth and certain, “I don’t eat ice cream out of just any boy’s hands.”
“I-is that so?” Minho stuttered. Jonghyun had not moved his hand and the pads of his fingers had burned a hot trail along his skin.
“Look around,” he said in a softer voice.
Minho obeyed, scanning the restaurant without moving his head out from Jonghyun’s hand. He had not had a chance to look around when he had entered, too focused on Jonghyun. With this new opportunity, he noticed something about each table.
They were all occupied by couples.
There were couples sharing drinks with one straw. There were couples celebrating casual anniversaries. Couples fighting over one desert, enjoying the most expensive bottles of wine this restaurant offered--two women in the corner were even eating spaghetti like they were in The Lady and the Tramp.
“Oh my god,” Minho muttered, turning his eyes back to Jonghyun, whose smile had widened.
“Right?” Jonghyun replied excitedly. “I’ve had to have friends pretend to be my date just so I could eat here.”
“Is the food that good here?”
Jonghyun shrugged. “I think it’ll taste better now that I’m going to be eating it the way it’s supposed to be.” He drew back, pulling his fingers away from Minho and leaving behind a coldness on his skin.
The waiter came over and dropped off their drinks. Minho was tempted to finish off the whole glass right then and there. But he didn’t. Instead he took just a few sips and then rested his glass back on the table, keeping his hand around and gently tapping its surface. Jonghyun reached over and brushed his fingers on the back of Minho’s hand.
Minho looked up at Jonghyun to see him smiling unknowingly, it seemed, as he gazed at their hands. His cheeks were dusted with a light pink and his eyes could barely be seen behind that grin, lined by his sweet pink lips. That grin that made Minho smile back and made flowers grow in his stomach or heat explode throughout him. Jonghyun with his smiles...
The waiter returned and both men placed their orders--meat-lovers for Minho and a steak salad for Jonghyun.
“You came to a pizza place to order a salad?” Minho teased after the waiter left, finally able to speak again after that short lull.
Jonghyun shrugged and took a sip from his glass, perhaps to conceal the smile that pulled at his lips, which he may have just noticed. “I said earlier that everything’s delicious here. Salad included.”
“Yeah but it’s still a pizza place.”
“But it’s good,” Jonghyun responded defensively. He folded his arms over his chest (Minho couldn’t stop the tug at his heart that came when Jonghyun’s fingers left his own) and puffed up his cheeks, turning to the left and side-eying Minho. “I won’t let you have a taste if you keep messing with me.”
Words flowed more freely from Minho’s mouth than they had before; partially because of the alcohol, but due in part also to the fact that Jonghyun spoke with him so naturally and confidently it was difficult not to mimic him. He was so calm and at-ease, but radiated a joyous air that sneaked into Minho’s bones and alleviated the weight on his heart and mind.
Soon enough Minho was leaning across the table, digging his fork into Jonghyun’s salad despite the latter’s protests. Jonghyun would yowl so loudly the other customers would turn to them, but neither paid them any mind, too occupied in stealing the other’s food. Honestly, it was hard for Minho to notice much else aside from how Jonghyun’s eyes were glittering with joy and mischief. His hands moved on their own, fulfilling their quest for more stolen food as every other part of him focused on keeping that look on Jonghyun’s face.
It was then that Jonghyun’s phone rang, and he, still grinning, answered it while fighting off Minho’s invasion with his free hand. “Hello? Yes, this is Kim Jonghyun. I’m doing alright, how are you? Really?--” here he stopped moving his fork and Minho stole a piece of meat from his plate and stuffed it into his own mouth victoriously--”I’m so sorry. Yes, yes I’ll be there right now to take care of it. I’m sorry. Yes, I understand. Goodbye.”
Jonghyun let out a sigh as he shoved his phone into his pocket. Minho, lowering his fork hand, asked, “is something going on?”
Jonghyun pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, closing his eyes. “Roo is barking and the neighbors complained,” he explained. “I forgot to feed her dinner, so that’s probably why she’s acting out.”
“Oh.” Minho laid his fork flat on the table. “What should we do?”
“I have to go back and take care of her.” He removed his hand from his forehead and opened his eyes again. They met Minho’s and he let a small smile grow on his lips. “Do you want to come with me?”
**
Jonghyun’s apartment was quite large, with a massive main area and two bedrooms off to each side, to which both had their own bathroom. The main room was sparsely furnitured, with only a couch, coffee table, and moderately-sized TV in the living room portion while the kitchen sported a marble island with a stove top, atop it two unwashed pans to match the somewhat-threatening pile in the sink.
Jonghyun did not notice these things, as his attention had been immediately drawn to his puppy, bouncing on all four legs as she greeted the two men at the door. Jonghyun, having removed his shoes, was now dancing along with her, and Minho could not help but smile at the two wiggling figures.
“You’re a hungry girl, aren’t you?” Jonghyun sing-songed when his strange dance ended. He walked over toward the marble counter along the wall and produced a small bag of dry dog food from under the sink. Roo barked softly, squirming with excitement while Jonghyun asked, “Minho, could you get me her bowl? It should be right by the island.”
“Oh, okay.” Minho shuffled awkwardly at the door, finally taking off his shoes. Roo’s bowl was right where Jonghyun had said it was. After picking it up, Minho walked around the counter and handed it to Jonghyun, still on his knees. He filled up the bowl, returned the bag to its place, and rose to his feet.
“This way Roo, this way,” he sang. He slid on his socks across the room with the puppy trailing excitedly behind. He pushed open the door leading to the left bedroom and leaned in to place the bowl to the floor. After Roo entered the bedroom completely, Jonghyun shut the door softly behind her. He turned on his heel to face Minho, who had walked around the island to follow man and dog.
“Is that your bedroom?” Minho asked, confusion tying his brows together.
Jonghyun shook his head. “It’s my roommate’s,” he explained in a low, soft voice, biting his lip. He took a step away from the door. His gaze felt heavy, and his lips, slightly parted, drew Minho’s attention and tugged at his heart.
Minho swallowed hard. Something was off, and the way Jonghyun’s eyes stayed glued to his own made heat collect in his chest. “Does she normally eat in there?”
“Nope, it’s just…” Jonghyun breathed, taking a few more steps forward. He was close. So close Minho could smell his cologne and see the small beads of perspiration collecting at his upper lip. He was looking up directly at Minho, his eyes wide and desperately searching Minho’s, asking him a thousand questions. Minho’s heart raced, so distracted by this nearness he scarcely noticed Jonghyun lift his left hand to the back of Minho’s head. He laced his fingers through his hair and grabbed tightly onto the front of Minho’s jacket with his other hand, then pulled him downward into a kiss.
Jonghyun’s lips were soft and warm. And sweet.
There was no way this was happening, no way Jonghyun tasted that good. No way he was so near to him, so close Minho could wrap up him up in his arms.
“It’s just that I want you,” Jonghyun finally finished, pulling away to stare up at Minho, his pupils wavering. He leaned forward and kissed Minho again, wrapping his lips around Minho’s lower one.
Minho froze, his pulse thumping in his wrists and his brain exploding and his heart screaming and his lungs were balloons about to pop and Jonghyun…
Jonghyun was so close.
And Minho wanted him and Jonghyun wanted him too. Right?
Minho raised his own--shaking--hands to brush his thumbs along Jonghyun’s cheek bones.
Was this okay?
Jonghyun’s eyes fluttered shut as he turned his head to lay kisses along Minho’s cheeks, then returned to suck on his upper lip. He pressed his tongue inside Minho’s mouth, tasting his every corner. He pulled them just a bit closer together, Minho almost stumbling into him.
Oh god Jonghyun wanted this.
Minho had to notice this fact in the way Jonghyun kissed him and pulled on his hair and tasted him and explored him and kept him close and…and…
Minho wanted to do the same.
He lowered one hand on Jonghyun’s face, traced his thumb along Jonghyun’s lips and into his mouth. Jonghyun did not push him away, instead waited, open-mouthed and already breathing hard, for Minho to act.
Minho pushed softly against his bottom teeth, loosening his jaw and opening up enough space for Minho to slide his tongue inside. God, he was inside Jonghyun’s mouth and their tongues were sliding together and their lips meeting each other’s and Jonghyun moaned.
He had made Jonghyun moan.
Now his hands wanted to do the same, wanted to make every possible sound ooze from this man’s lips. He ran his hands down Jonghyun before resting them at his hips and pulling Jonghyun closer, making him gasp as his hardening cock grazed Minho’s thigh.
These sounds made confidence grow inside of him as well as the desire to make Jonghyun moan again. Minho wanted to be the one to give him so much pleasure he couldn’t keep quiet. And he could do just that.
Minho sucked Jonghyun’s tongue, feeling bubbles pop in his chest as Jonghyun moaned against him. Yes. Jonghyun’s hand dropped from Minho’s jacket to toy with his nipple, rolling it slowly between his thumb and index finger while his other hand just tugged tighter on his hair.
The kiss increased in intensity, their heads rotating to either side as one took the chance to suck on a lip or explore a mouth, occasionally fluttering their tongues against each other before smashing their lips together in a messy clash. Jonghyun pulled Minho’s hair and traced a path with his tongue to his ear. A low groan escaped Minho’s lips and he could almost feel Jonghyun smiling against him as he sucked his lobe. He released his grip on Minho’s nipple and hair to grab onto and pull his jacket down to his elbows. Minho’s heart stopped but his body kept moving; his hands lifted from Jonghyun’s hips and his arms straightened. His jacket was thrown to the floor and Jonghyun’s hands were up his shirt in a second, fingers circling around his nipples. God, Jonghyun.
His mind surged with a thousand options. What should he do what would make Jonghyun loud, what would make him writhe against him?
The answer came and Minho responded by smacking Jonghyun’s ass. He gasped, his tongue still pressing against Minho’s ear. Minho smirked and squeezed his cheeks, kneading them against each other. This small victory had sent Minho’s blood rushing and he wondered again and again what he should do now to get that reaction again, or a louder one.
Jonghyun exhaled, his body shaking. Minho once again pulled them closer, noting how much harder Jonghyun had grown in his jeans.
Jonghyun responded before Minho made up his mind. Jonghyun’s lips moved downward, pressing wet kisses to Minho’s neck as he traveled to suck on his nape. His hands slid down as well, fingers tracing Minho’s abs and then his happy trail down to his jeans. He rubbed his hand over Minho’s dick through the fabric of his jeans, curving his palm around Minho’s hardness.
Jonghyun raised his head and ran his tongue along Minho’s cheek. Their eyes met as Jonghyun lowered himself onto his knees, Minho releasing his tight grip on Jonghyun’s ass and bringing his hands around to Jonghyun’s face, lightly brushing his cheeks with his fingers. Without breaking eye contact, Jonghyun took hold of Minho’s wrist with his free hand and guided two of his fingers past his lips and into the warmth of his mouth. He ran his tongue madly along the finger pads before beginning to suck loudly, his cheeks hollowing. He moaned as he pulled apart the two fingers with his tongue, licking their undersides as he stared up at Minho with clouded eyes.
Minho ran the thumb of his opposite hand along Jonghyun’s lips, moist with saliva. He lifted it to his lips and moaned as he cleaned his finger. “God,” he exhaled, closing his eyes and sucking every bit of Jonghyun’s saliva from his thumb. “You taste so good,” he said as he opened his eyes, looking down to meet Jonghyun’s gaze, staring up at him as he sucked audibly, groaning into Minho’s fingers.
Minho lowered his hand and ran it along Jonghyun’s lips again just as he opened his mouth, freeing Minho’s fingers. A long trail of spit extended from Minho’s index finger to Jonghyun’s tongue. It broke as Minho pulled his hand up past his abdomen while Jonghyun’s fingers pulled apart the button and unzipped his jeans. Jonghyun pushed his pants down to his ankles and gave a shallow sigh, staring at Minho’s hard dick through his underwear.
Jonghyun was there, on his knees, about to suck him off and Minho could drive him crazy just by licking his own fingers.
Minho slipped his fingers into his mouth, pulling them in and out as he sucked and moaned loudly. Jonghyun groaned beneath him, desperate. He placed his hands on Minho’s thighs and kissed his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He ran his tongue along his shaft up to his tip, which he kissed open-mouthed.
Minho let his eyes flutter closed as he worked his own fingers in his mouth, sliding his tongue against them. The heat in his cock seemed to radiate through him, swelling in his throat and chest. Damnit, Jonghyun...Jonghyun made him so weak. Jonghyun made him surrender himself to his lips, to his tongue.
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, letting out a heavy exhale, and tangled both hands in Jonghyun’s hair. He could lose himself now, his body giving way to Jonghyun, this dream-like moment becoming a sweet and sticky reality.
Fingers looped around the band of his underwear, and there was a small rush of air as his cock was freed. Jonghyun dragged his tongue slowly over his tip before he took it into his mouth completely. Minho shuddered as Jonghyun flicked his tongue over the slit, pushing him further into Jonghyun’s mouth as a result.
Jonghyun slowly worked Minho deeper into his mouth, occasionally pushing away to kiss his shaft or run his tongue along his balls--which made gasps slip from Minho’s lips and shudders travel down his spine. Minho could feel the warmth of his cheeks against his dick as Jonghyun sucked, tasting every inch of him until he had reached the base, when he began to pump Minho with his lips.
He kept a slow and steady pattern, and soon Minho began to buck his hips with the same rhythm. Jonghyun’s bottom teeth grazed Minho as he pulled Jonghyun by his hair in time with his small thrusts. He groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back and tightening his grip on Jonghyun’s hair.
After a few minutes Jonghyun pulled away, gasping for air. Minho opened his eyes and look down at Jonghyun, who flashed him a brief smile. He pressed kisses along Minho’s inner thighs, maintaining eye contact, and muttered, “Lift your feet.” Minho obeyed, and Jonghyun pulled Minho’s jeans and underwear off his ankles and onto the floor.
Jonghyun’s fingers pressed softly into his abdomen as gave Minho’s thighs one last wet kiss. Minho loosened his fingers while Jonghyun rose beneath him, tracing a path down Jonghyun’s body and to his pants, which he quickly unzipped. Reaching down into the now looser jeans, Minho wrapped one of his hands around Jonghyun’s erection, pumping him at a fast pace. Jonghyun gasped and bucked his hips. He let out a cry as he buried his face into Minho’s shoulder, moaning with each pump.
Minho opened his eyes and stared down at Jonghyun, whose eyes were shut in pleasure as he groaned. The pleasure marking Jonghyun’s face made him more driven than ever. Minho lifted both hands briefly upward, sliding his left down Jonghyun’s underwear while he wrapped his other arm around Jonghyun’s form and likewise slid it downward to squeeze the bare skin of Jonghyun’s ass, slick with sweat.
Jonghyun cried out, shuddering against Minho, who smirked and squeezed the base of his dick. Jonghyun let out another cry, which was followed by a dull pain in Minho’s shoulder. He turned his attention to Jonghyun and noticed his furrowing brows and stretched lips up past his gums, his white teeth digging into Minho’s shirt and flesh. His hands moved to grip Minho’s hips as he involuntarily bucked again, a low groan muffled by Minho’s shoulder.
Bending his neck, Minho ran his tongue along Jonghyun’s ear, resuming his pumping and massaging circles into Jonghyun’s ass-cheek. Jonghyun fluttered against him, his hands even shaking against Minho’s hips. Minho licked the inside of his ear with a loud moan, and Jonghyun responded by releasing Minho’s shoulder.
“M...My bedroom,” he muttered between haggard breaths. His cheeks were flushed, chest heaving, and fingers digging seemingly uncontrolled into Minho’s flesh. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trailed down his neck. Damn, he had never looked so small before.
Minho nodded and kissed Jonghyun’s cheek softly as he pulled his hands away. Jonghyun released his own grip on Minho’s hip, but paused for a moment to grab one of his wrists before leading him into his bedroom. It was a small room--though Minho didn’t have time to notice anything else aside from the twin-sized bed in the center. Jonghyun shut the door behind them and led Minho toward the bed. Facing Minho with his back toward the bed, he pushed himself up onto the mattress and crawled on his elbows to the pillows, his bare feet resting on top with his legs splayed and bent at the knees. He lifted his arms straight toward Minho and motioned for him to follow.
Minho pulled off his shirt and clambered onto the bed. He fit perfectly between Jonghyun’s legs, feeling the warmth from Jonghyun’s erection against his own as he leaned downward and their lips met again. Jonghyun locked his hands just below the back of Minho’s neck, securing him in this position even though Minho had no intention of moving.
He sucked on Jonghyun’s tongue until he was crying into him, shuddering and bucking uncontrollably. Then came Jonghyun’s upper lip, then his lower, then Minho was running his tongue messily over his neck and sucking on his jawline. All the while he thrust his hips slowly, rubbing his naked dick against Jonghyun’s through his underwear (his jeans having been pushed down to his knees when he clambered onto the bed), wet with both of their pre. With each exhale Jonghyun seemed to fall deeper into his pleasure, every lick removing a shred of his self-control until he was digging his nails into Minho’s back and whispering his name like he had forgotten every other word. “Minho...Minho…”
Minho sucked the nape of his neck, leaving angry red marks that would certainly turn to bruises. Grasping the hem of Jonghyun’s shirt, he lifted it past his nipples and pressed his lips to the left one. Jonghyun let out another shuddering gasp of his name as his hips bucked against Minho’s abdomen and his nails dug deeper into his back. Minho sucked him desperately, occasionally pausing to drag his tongue slowly over the sensitive area as he looked up at Jonghyun’s face--his eyes clenched tightly shut and either biting his lips in a vain attempt to stay quiet or letting out a loud cry.
By the time Minho moved to the other nipple, he was overloaded. Every inch of his skin felt more than just alive, his heart hammered desperately in his chest, and he already felt near climax. Jonghyun was a mess beneath him, his hands no longer around Minho’s back but instead digging desperately into the sheets, turning his head from side to side as he panted, interrupting what would be a continuous, throaty moan of “Miiinnnhooo ugghhh…”
Minho released his lips from Jonghyun’s nipple and ceased the movement of his hips. He adjusted his weight and pushed himself a bit forward, placing his weight on his elbow instead of his hand. He ran his now-free hand through Jonghyun’s hair, matted with sweat.
Jonghyun opened his eyes just slightly, meeting Minho’s gaze. Minho wondered for a moment if Jonghyun could even see; his eyes so glazed over and watery. Minho let a smile mark his lips; he had done this to Jonghyun.
“Jonghyun,” he began in a low voice. “Do you have lube? Condoms?”
Jonghyun nodded almost imperceptibly. He turned his head slightly to the left and said in a weak voice, “In there.”
Minho followed his gaze to the nightstand right next to the bed. He ran his hand once more through Jonghyun’s hair before pushing off the bed and walking over toward the nightstand. It had two drawers, the upper of which contained what looked like a pair of reading glasses, a book, and some lotion. The lower drawer held two opened boxes, one of small packets of lube and the other condoms.
Minho took one from each and lifted his head to see Jonghyun pulling his underwear off, his jeans now a crumpled pile by his feet. His lower half was now completely exposed, his dick, hard and glistening with pre, flat against his navel. Minho climbed onto the bed and settled himself back between Jonghyun’s legs. Lube seemed to be the most important of the two, so he placed the condom on Jonghyun’s abdomen and ripped open the packet.
Jonghyun reached down toward Minho’s hand. “Let me,” he panted. Minho blinked, at first thrown-off until he realized what Jonghyun was suggesting. Heat flowed both to his cheeks and between his legs at the same time as he handed the packet to Jonghyun, who got to work immediately. He poured the entire packet on his opposite hand and reached down to his hole. He pushed a whole finger inside and let out a loud gasp that sent Minho’s world spinning.
He watched as Jonghyun waited for only a few seconds to allow himself to adjust, his asshole seemingly tightening and loosening in time with his breathing, then began to push his finger in and out. He let out a low moan, tossing his head to the side, eyes clenched tightly shut as his other hand desperately grasped the sheets beneath him. This lasted only for a few more seconds, his pace quickening until he added a second finger and allowed himself to adjust again.
It was then that Minho realized why Jonghyun had chosen to prep himself rather than let Minho do it: to actually allow Minho to fuck him before they both came, as they were already so close. Minho picked up the condom from Jonghyun’s abdomen and broke open the packet. He rolled it to the base of his shaft mechanically, his eyes focused on Jonghyun’s scissoring fingers. Jonghyun let out a low groan that set Minho’s lower half on fire.
He pushed his own finger in next to Jonghyun’s. Jonghyun bucked in surprise, letting out a sharp gasp.
“Are you ready?” he breathed, opening an eye to look at Minho as he pulled his fingers out and, bending his arm at the elbow, placed his hand just to the left of his head.
Minho looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah.”
He removed his finger from Jonghyun and scooted forward. Taking hold of his shaft, he pressed himself slowly into Jonghyun’s entrance. Jonghyun let out a cry, arching back into the pillows. He was tight and warm and damn it was already too much. Minho pushed himself forward and settled himself low on top of Jonghyun, entwining his fingers with Jonghyun’s by his head.
Jonghyun was already panting, his eyes shut tightly once again. He closed his lips and moaned, sliding his hips around to find a better position with Minho inside of him. Minho bit down on his lips, holding back every instinctual urge to cum inside of this desperate mess beneath him.
He felt the soft brush of Jonghyun’s hand beneath him, then the repeated press of the side of his palm and fingers against his abdomen as Jonghyun began to slowly pump himself. This was Minho’s invitation to begin.
He knew that even if he started slowly it would still end just as fast, and he had to make sure he carried Jonghyun through his orgasm. He wanted to see his face as he lost himself, wanted to know that it was because of him that Jonghyun would feel that pleasure.
So he rammed himself deep into Jonghyun, who yelled in surprise. Minho thrust as hard and quickly into Jonghyun as he possibly could, his heart hammering almost as loudly in his ears as Jonghyun’s distressed pants. He couldn’t keep up this pace, even if he weren’t already so overwhelmed--but he had to. He had to.
He watched Jonghyun as he tossed his head from side to side, Minho’s name slurring into a series of inhales--min--and exhales--ho-- interrupted by cries of pleasure. His hand hit hard against Minho with each pump, but Minho could not even process anything aside from the sweat pouring down Jonghyun’s face, his eyes clenched tightly shut, and the sound of his name pouring from those sweet, pink lips he used to dream of just kissing.
“Oh fuck Minho!” Jonghyun shouted as he came, his cum spraying both their chests as he shuddered beneath Minho. He dropped his hand from his cock, all energy spent, his chest heaving.
Minho came almost immediately afterwards, finally having given himself permission. He groaned as he came, shaking within Jonghyun’s warmth and tightness. Damn, he felt good. He had not been able to appreciate that earlier, too focused on keeping himself from climaxing, but Jonghyun felt good around him.
And he was beautiful beneath him, even though he was a sweaty mess. He was small and tan, and his lips were dark and soft. His shoulders sloped perfectly from his neck into muscular, veiny arms, and his hip fit perfectly in Minho’s hand--so perfectly he wish he had held them when he came rather than the mattress.
He was too busy admiring Jonghyun that it had not occurred to him to pull out. He watched as Jonghyun’s breathing calmed, his chest rising and falling at a slower and more regular rhythm. His eyes traced the path from his nipples, still red and glistening with sweat and saliva, up to their hands, fingers still entwined.
Jonghyun must have been staring at his eyes, because so soon as Minho looked at their intertwined fingers Jonghyun began to run his thumb softly along the back of Minho’s hand. Minho turned his gaze toward him, and Jonghyun gave him that crooked smile that used to make fireworks go off in Minho’s flesh. It still did, but now he felt he could smile back whole-heartedly.
Jonghyun lifted his other hand, cupping Minho’s cheek gently. They stared at each other like this for a short while, smiling like idiots, until Jonghyun spoke.
“Come on,” he muttered, “let’s get some rest.”
**
Minho awoke with Jonghyun curled up into his chest, Minho’s arms around him. Damn, he was so tiny. Minho wondered briefly why anyone would date someone who wasn’t small enough to hold like this.
He held Jonghyun, drawing lazy circles in his back and occasionally softly kissing the top of his head until he woke up. He arose slowly, his body seeming to enter the conscious world before his mind. He began to flex his fingers and toes, then adjust his limbs before he raised his head and opened his eyes, blinking at the harsh light of morning. Minho smiled down at him. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Jonghyun echoed in a weak voice.
“You’re not really awake yet are you?” Minho asked teasingly.
Jonghyun shook his head. “Not really. I just want to lie in bed for a while.”
“I understand that,” Minho replied. “Let me get cleaned up and then I can make you some breakfast, does that sound okay?”
“You can take a shower if you want. I’m not sure how much food we have in the house though…”
Minho kissed his forehead to cut him off, then softly rubbed his thumb along Jonghyun’s hairline. “Don’t worry about it. You go back to sleep and I’ll wake you up when it’s ready.”
Jonghyun nodded and Minho slid carefully out of the bed. Jonghyun pulled a pillow down to rest his head on rather than Minho’s arm, then fell back asleep. Minho tsked quietly as he walked into the main room, where he picked up his jeans before walking back into Jonghyun’s room, picking up his shirt from the floor, and heading into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, fixed his hair with Jonghyun’s comb and used his mouthwash. His clothes felt a bit dirty, but they would have to do.
He settled himself to the task of making breakfast, which was going to a bit of a difficult time. Jonghyun had been right, as the fridge was practically barren, but there was an unopened package of coffee beans in the cabinet. Minho started the coffee and was staring into the refrigerator, wondering what he could possibly make, when he heard the front door open.
His heart stopped in his chest and his limbs froze up. He recognized the thud of someone tossing their shoes carelessly to the floor and the rustle of a jacket being hung up, then the scratches and barks that followed were clearly familiar.
Minho closed the refrigerator door and turned to face Roo, wiggling excitedly just in front of the door. She barked at him approvingly and spun in a circle before approaching him and clawing at his leg.
“Ah, did Jonghyun bring home a boy?”
Minho diverted his attention away from the dog to the intruder standing just before the entranceway. He was a young man, pretty handsome, with half-moon eyes beneath strong eyebrows and moles dotting his cheeks. He had a mischievous smile on his lips.
He was holding a thin dog leash, which he spun into a ball and placed on the island. He took a step forward and offered his hand to Minho. “Sorry, just playing around. I’m Jinki, Jonghyun’s roommate,” he introduced himself with a smile. “I got here a little while ago and took Roo outside. I didn’t think anyone was still here.”
Minho shook himself back into reality, mentally chuckling at the panic that had flooded his system when someone entered the apartment when it had such a simple and obvious explanation--Jonghyun had told him he had a roommate who wouldn’t be back until the next morning.
He shook Jinki’s hand warmly. “Minho. It’s nice to meet you.”
Jinki’s smile grew wider, his cheeks practically swallowing his eyes. “Minho? Really? Damn, Jonghyun’s told me a lot about you.”
Minho blinked. “Has he really?”
“Yeah,” huffed Jinki. “He would never shut up about you. You’re his damn dream boy, or--as he liked to call you before--his ‘Ice Cream Boy.’”
Minho chuckled, scratching the back of his head while disbelief ran circles around his heart. “Is that so?”
“Unfortunately. But I think he likes calling you Minho better. A little more intimate, I’d say.” He shrugged. “Anyway, I’m going to head out and leave you two to whatever your morning-after ritual is.”
“Thanks,” Minho replied. “Sorry for the intrusion.”
After Jinki left, Minho decided just coffee would be enough. He found the coffee mugs just above the coffee machine. As he watched the pot fill with the strong, dark liquid, he wondered if Jonghyun liked his black. Remembering what he had said earlier about his lack of a sweet tooth, Minho left both mugs of coffee unsweetened.
Jonghyun’s back was to Minho when he entered the room. Minho walked around the bed to the opposite side and a small smile played with his lips as he noticed just how tightly he was hugging the pillow. The sunlight played with his hair and lighted up his face. His cheeks twitched and he groaned, pressing his face deeper into the pillow to escape the light.
Minho chuckled and climbed onto the bed with his knees. “Jonghyun,” he hummed, resting the mugs on the nightstand and shaking Jonghyun’s shoulder gently.
“Hmm…?” Jonghyun groaned, turning his head to lift one eye above the pillow, which he opened halfway.
Minho squeezed his shoulder. “Wake up, I’ve made coffee.”
Jonghyun pushed himself up on his forearms. Minho scooted back to lean against the headboard. He wrapped an arm around Jonghyun’s shoulders and, curving his hand beneath Jonghyun’s armpit, pulled him up to Minho’s own chest. Jonghyun moved without resistance and pressed his face into Minho’s chest, wrapping his arms around him once more. He rubbed his cheeks against Minho and smacked his lips as though to fall back asleep.
“Hey,” Minho said, patting Jonghyun’s back. “It’s time to wake up.” He reached his other hand back to the coffee mugs and handed one to Jonghyun, who took it in his hand then rested it against Minho’s abdomen, clearly uninterested. Minho laughed and took a sip from his own mug. “You know if you drink it it will wake you up.”
Jonghyun snorted and opened his eyes to look into the mug. “How’d you know I like it black?” He lifted his head slightly into Minho’s mug. “I would have thought you’d dump enough sugar to kill someone in yours.”
Minho grinned. He patted Jonghyun’s back and leaned toward him. Jonghyun kissed his lips with a soft smack.
“You’re sweet enough for me. I don’t think I need anything else.”
Jonghyun smiled and pressed his face to Minho’s chest again, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheeks against Minho. He hummed softly and soon fell back asleep in Minho’s arms. The sunlight fell on Jonghyun and danced in his hair, making him warm and sweet in Minho’s arms. Minho kissed the top of his head and wondered how he would ever persuade himself to let go of the Ice Cream Boy now he finally had him.
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