SSS 2012: For justangel
For: justangel
From: Your Secret Santa <3
Title: Take Two
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13 (vague smut)
Authors’ Notes: I really hope this is good enough! Merry Christmas!
Take Two
It was all teeth and tongue; Jinki could barely grab a quick breath before Kibum was pulling him back down and mashing their lips together again. Hands slid down his chest, tearing open a few of the buttons before going to his bulge and groping it. Jinki groaned into Key’s mouth and kneaded harder, pressing Key’s erection into his. He hadn’t planned on this happening, especially when he was supposed to be over his feelings for Key from years ago, but here he was dry humping him against the door to his bedroom.
He missed this, he missed Kibum.
Jinki’s hand found the doorknob and they stumbled inside to the bed, Key’s body falling onto the sheets with Jinki on top of him.
“Jinki…” Key whispered, drawing Jinki’s lip in between his and there was his name again on those pink, beautiful bows; he couldn’t get enough of that.
When they’d chanced upon each other -in a coffee shop of all places- a few days prior, Jinki hadn’t at all thought they would end up like this.
It had been a strange and awkward meeting, Kibum was in a rush to purchase coffee for himself and the rest of the overworked employees in his studio. He was in such a rush, if he hadn’t stopped to look Jinki in the eye when he paid, they probably wouldn’t have noticed one another at all.
But they did. Kibum looked up just for a moment to hand Jinki the money for all of the drinks and their gazes locked just for a moment. Jinki recognized his eyes, those sharp eyes that never failed to entrap him. Kibum had to double-take, but when he glanced down to the name tag that clearly read “LEE JINKI”, there was no denying who was standing before him, behind that counter. Jinki waved, but grimaced immediately after as if he sincerely regretted it.
Kibum said hi, Jinki said hi. And then there was silence. He looked at the ground and Key stuck is tongue in his cheek and there was a strange, almost eerie silence that fell over them.
Jinki sighed, chancing a glance up to Kibum’s eyes, “Do you… do you have a moment, Kibum?”
They made the conversation brief -as Kibum did have somewhere to be- sticking with simple small talk, (“How have you been?”
“Fine… you?”
“Can’t complain..”)
It was it was strange, but what could they expect? A five year separation after a ‘we can still be friends’ break up gone wrong doesn’t really prompt for much conversation. Though Kibum didn’t really get a chance to say much, Jinki felt as if he could sit there and listen to him ramble on and on (and on) forever.
Their ‘chat’ -if you could even call it that because damn it was awkward- came to a halt when Kibum received a text (Jinki scoffed at the 500 dollar phone and the pink case -it was just so much like him) reminding him he had somewhere to be and Jinki sighed.
As if Kibum was about to stand up and bolt out the door, never to look back, Jinki grabbed his wrist -albeit a little hastily:
but he’d be damned if he lost Kibum again.
“Kibum wait I-” Kibum’s eyes looked from the hand that held his arm to Jinki’s eyes, trying not to appear too eager, only to end up biting his lip in anticipation. Jinki jerked his arm away awkwardly and with shaky hands, reached in his pocket for his (significantly less flashy) cell phone and held it out across the table:
“I’ll call you…” He muttered, eyes wandering about to the farthest corners of the little café (really, just doing his best to not look Key in the eye. What if he got rejected?) as his leg bounced up and down erratically. It was kind of awkward, considering he’d never deleted the other man’s number (upon realizing that, Jinki nearly took the phone back and typed it in himself, but resisted, realizing that would’ve been a bit too conspicuous).
Key snatched the phone and Jinki’s head popped up, his face brightening like a Christmas tree with excitement. The younger boy cleared his throat, punched in his current number, and handed the device back. Jinki looked at the name (Key bb, huh), and shook his head good-naturedly.
Kibum’s phone vibrated once more -the studio again- and Kibum sighed, knowing it was about time for him to get out of there. Jinki nodded in silent understanding and they stood up simultaneously.
Kibum smiled softly, “Well… call me.” Jinki chuckled uncomfortably, rocking back on his heels; neither knew what to do at that point. Were they supposed to bow? Shake hands? Hug? Jinki just settled on humming (currently lacking the vocabulary) as the younger boy absent-mindedly played with one of the many rings on his fingers.
“Okay bye.” Key bowed -face saturated in red- and made a bee-line for the door.
Kibum didn’t get that call until a week later. And that day, Jinki called about four times, hanging up the first three due to incomparable nervousness. It was a shame really, Jinki considered just never calling back and acting as if he’d never seen Kibum in the first place.
It was goddamn nerve-wracking.
Not until the fourth try, when Kibum answered and simply asked “Is this Jinki?” did he ask if the younger boy would like to go get ice cream that day.
How an innocent ice cream date had turned in Kibum riding his dick in just a matter of hours, Jinki was not at all sure, but the way he was expertly fucking himself like his life depended on it made any chance of Jinki thinking rationally completely disappear.
This was so different -so much more special, more amazing- than any other person he had been with before (or in between his times with the younger boy). As Kibum rode him to his climax, all he could think of was how long it had been since they’d done this, how much he’d yearned for this, and how desperately he needed this.
And that was how it started.
Sneaking around like a couple of high school teenagers, they started seeing each other again on a regular basis. They both knew it was wrong, but at the same time what they had was good -so damn good. Jinki felt like he was on cloud nine -as cliché as it was, but really, there was just no better way to describe how it felt to have Kibum back.
It felt good, but it wasn’t the same. Jinki could feel the differences, the distance between them that hadn’t been there before. When they talked, hung out, made love -Jinki wasn’t quite sure they could even call it that anymore, what with the way they felt after the deed was done- there was a hue of regret, of shame looming over in the aftermath of it all.
Kibum never mentioned or hinted to it, but Jinki knew he could feel it too. He knew that look in Kibum’s eyes, when something was bothering him, when things weren’t going the way they were planned, when things just weren’t working out.
There was no way he was the only one feeling this way.
And Jinki knew there was someone else; someone that came about before they ran into each other at the coffee shop that day. Kibum never told him, but he knew. His face was too happy whenever there was a text from someone else, whenever he told Jinki that’s who he was going to be with. Kibum was far too intimate with the other man to have just a platonic relationship.
He knew that smile. That smile was once reserved for him and him alone. He could remember how that smile would grace Kibum’s lips when he surprised him with more clothes or paint sets, when he would take Kibum to romantic, secluded areas for dates, when he would kiss him after they’d made love.
Jinki knew Kibum. He knew what he was feeling when he was feeling it.
And maybe that’s what made everything so much harder.
“I love him.” Kibum said quietly one day. They were sitting on the couch, further apart than usual, just watching the TV, nothing but infomercials and elevator music.
It wasn’t a surprise to him. He expected -anticipated- this would happen long before it actually did.
His gaze traveled to Kibum, who didn’t look up from where he was playing with his rings, and sighed, slowly inching his way towards Kibum’s isolated seat. He felt Jinki’s presence and slowly dragged his eyes to look into the older boy’s larger ones. Kibum’s expression said it all, his brows furrowed, lips pressed together -he was done.
Jinki took a deep breath, placing his hand under Kibum’s jaw and tilting his head just right -in a way they both knew only he could do- and kissed him softly. Kibum made a sorrowful noise in the back of his throat, a solemn, regretful feeling in the whole situation. It was a slow, languid kiss that left Jinki satisfied, yet still yearning for more.
They made love that night, Kibum damn near crying after it was over, when Jinki had him in his arms; the two of them knew it was the last time, it had to be.
Kibum left while Jinki was asleep that night, not looking back once before quietly shutting the door behind him.
And when he woke up, Jinki sat there, convinced that it was better this way; that if they were meant to be together, they wouldn’t have broken up in the first place.
Or maybe he just liked how that sounded.
From: Your Secret Santa <3
Title: Take Two
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13 (vague smut)
Authors’ Notes: I really hope this is good enough! Merry Christmas!
Take Two
It was all teeth and tongue; Jinki could barely grab a quick breath before Kibum was pulling him back down and mashing their lips together again. Hands slid down his chest, tearing open a few of the buttons before going to his bulge and groping it. Jinki groaned into Key’s mouth and kneaded harder, pressing Key’s erection into his. He hadn’t planned on this happening, especially when he was supposed to be over his feelings for Key from years ago, but here he was dry humping him against the door to his bedroom.
He missed this, he missed Kibum.
Jinki’s hand found the doorknob and they stumbled inside to the bed, Key’s body falling onto the sheets with Jinki on top of him.
“Jinki…” Key whispered, drawing Jinki’s lip in between his and there was his name again on those pink, beautiful bows; he couldn’t get enough of that.
When they’d chanced upon each other -in a coffee shop of all places- a few days prior, Jinki hadn’t at all thought they would end up like this.
It had been a strange and awkward meeting, Kibum was in a rush to purchase coffee for himself and the rest of the overworked employees in his studio. He was in such a rush, if he hadn’t stopped to look Jinki in the eye when he paid, they probably wouldn’t have noticed one another at all.
But they did. Kibum looked up just for a moment to hand Jinki the money for all of the drinks and their gazes locked just for a moment. Jinki recognized his eyes, those sharp eyes that never failed to entrap him. Kibum had to double-take, but when he glanced down to the name tag that clearly read “LEE JINKI”, there was no denying who was standing before him, behind that counter. Jinki waved, but grimaced immediately after as if he sincerely regretted it.
Kibum said hi, Jinki said hi. And then there was silence. He looked at the ground and Key stuck is tongue in his cheek and there was a strange, almost eerie silence that fell over them.
Jinki sighed, chancing a glance up to Kibum’s eyes, “Do you… do you have a moment, Kibum?”
They made the conversation brief -as Kibum did have somewhere to be- sticking with simple small talk, (“How have you been?”
“Fine… you?”
“Can’t complain..”)
It was it was strange, but what could they expect? A five year separation after a ‘we can still be friends’ break up gone wrong doesn’t really prompt for much conversation. Though Kibum didn’t really get a chance to say much, Jinki felt as if he could sit there and listen to him ramble on and on (and on) forever.
Their ‘chat’ -if you could even call it that because damn it was awkward- came to a halt when Kibum received a text (Jinki scoffed at the 500 dollar phone and the pink case -it was just so much like him) reminding him he had somewhere to be and Jinki sighed.
As if Kibum was about to stand up and bolt out the door, never to look back, Jinki grabbed his wrist -albeit a little hastily:
but he’d be damned if he lost Kibum again.
“Kibum wait I-” Kibum’s eyes looked from the hand that held his arm to Jinki’s eyes, trying not to appear too eager, only to end up biting his lip in anticipation. Jinki jerked his arm away awkwardly and with shaky hands, reached in his pocket for his (significantly less flashy) cell phone and held it out across the table:
“I’ll call you…” He muttered, eyes wandering about to the farthest corners of the little café (really, just doing his best to not look Key in the eye. What if he got rejected?) as his leg bounced up and down erratically. It was kind of awkward, considering he’d never deleted the other man’s number (upon realizing that, Jinki nearly took the phone back and typed it in himself, but resisted, realizing that would’ve been a bit too conspicuous).
Key snatched the phone and Jinki’s head popped up, his face brightening like a Christmas tree with excitement. The younger boy cleared his throat, punched in his current number, and handed the device back. Jinki looked at the name (Key bb, huh), and shook his head good-naturedly.
Kibum’s phone vibrated once more -the studio again- and Kibum sighed, knowing it was about time for him to get out of there. Jinki nodded in silent understanding and they stood up simultaneously.
Kibum smiled softly, “Well… call me.” Jinki chuckled uncomfortably, rocking back on his heels; neither knew what to do at that point. Were they supposed to bow? Shake hands? Hug? Jinki just settled on humming (currently lacking the vocabulary) as the younger boy absent-mindedly played with one of the many rings on his fingers.
“Okay bye.” Key bowed -face saturated in red- and made a bee-line for the door.
Kibum didn’t get that call until a week later. And that day, Jinki called about four times, hanging up the first three due to incomparable nervousness. It was a shame really, Jinki considered just never calling back and acting as if he’d never seen Kibum in the first place.
It was goddamn nerve-wracking.
Not until the fourth try, when Kibum answered and simply asked “Is this Jinki?” did he ask if the younger boy would like to go get ice cream that day.
How an innocent ice cream date had turned in Kibum riding his dick in just a matter of hours, Jinki was not at all sure, but the way he was expertly fucking himself like his life depended on it made any chance of Jinki thinking rationally completely disappear.
This was so different -so much more special, more amazing- than any other person he had been with before (or in between his times with the younger boy). As Kibum rode him to his climax, all he could think of was how long it had been since they’d done this, how much he’d yearned for this, and how desperately he needed this.
And that was how it started.
Sneaking around like a couple of high school teenagers, they started seeing each other again on a regular basis. They both knew it was wrong, but at the same time what they had was good -so damn good. Jinki felt like he was on cloud nine -as cliché as it was, but really, there was just no better way to describe how it felt to have Kibum back.
It felt good, but it wasn’t the same. Jinki could feel the differences, the distance between them that hadn’t been there before. When they talked, hung out, made love -Jinki wasn’t quite sure they could even call it that anymore, what with the way they felt after the deed was done- there was a hue of regret, of shame looming over in the aftermath of it all.
Kibum never mentioned or hinted to it, but Jinki knew he could feel it too. He knew that look in Kibum’s eyes, when something was bothering him, when things weren’t going the way they were planned, when things just weren’t working out.
There was no way he was the only one feeling this way.
And Jinki knew there was someone else; someone that came about before they ran into each other at the coffee shop that day. Kibum never told him, but he knew. His face was too happy whenever there was a text from someone else, whenever he told Jinki that’s who he was going to be with. Kibum was far too intimate with the other man to have just a platonic relationship.
He knew that smile. That smile was once reserved for him and him alone. He could remember how that smile would grace Kibum’s lips when he surprised him with more clothes or paint sets, when he would take Kibum to romantic, secluded areas for dates, when he would kiss him after they’d made love.
Jinki knew Kibum. He knew what he was feeling when he was feeling it.
And maybe that’s what made everything so much harder.
“I love him.” Kibum said quietly one day. They were sitting on the couch, further apart than usual, just watching the TV, nothing but infomercials and elevator music.
It wasn’t a surprise to him. He expected -anticipated- this would happen long before it actually did.
His gaze traveled to Kibum, who didn’t look up from where he was playing with his rings, and sighed, slowly inching his way towards Kibum’s isolated seat. He felt Jinki’s presence and slowly dragged his eyes to look into the older boy’s larger ones. Kibum’s expression said it all, his brows furrowed, lips pressed together -he was done.
Jinki took a deep breath, placing his hand under Kibum’s jaw and tilting his head just right -in a way they both knew only he could do- and kissed him softly. Kibum made a sorrowful noise in the back of his throat, a solemn, regretful feeling in the whole situation. It was a slow, languid kiss that left Jinki satisfied, yet still yearning for more.
They made love that night, Kibum damn near crying after it was over, when Jinki had him in his arms; the two of them knew it was the last time, it had to be.
Kibum left while Jinki was asleep that night, not looking back once before quietly shutting the door behind him.
And when he woke up, Jinki sat there, convinced that it was better this way; that if they were meant to be together, they wouldn’t have broken up in the first place.
Or maybe he just liked how that sounded.