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█ ✫ GLITTER ··· ( oneshot )
█ pairing: Jongyu
█ rating: NC-17 (WARNING: Adult Content)
█ genre: Smut
█ summary:
Someone in the dorm is keeping secrets; Jonghyun thinks he's James Bond.
✫ ··· author's note:
This fic has been in the works for months and months and months. I'm not even kidding. If I could show you guys all of my unfinished oneshots, I'm pretty sure one of you would get the urge to smack me upside the head and ask why the hell I started so many, but if I get an idea I have to start writing it! They all get finished eventually (read: 6+ months after I start writing them). This one ended up being another monster, clocking in at over 10k words. I can't seem to write short PWP smut. I haven't figured out how yet. OTL
This is another Jongyu dedicated to owlus which she's been waiting for since, like, early December or something like that. Sorry, bbcake. Hopefully it's worth the wait. It was inspired by and centres around the song Take It Off by Kesha, which just-so happens to also be the specific song that plays at one point in the fic. This isn't particularly deep, and there are no meaningful lyrics; this is ass-shaking music. Don't be surprised if the fic follows suit.
There's a place downtown, where the freaks all come around
It's a hole-in-the-wall, it's a dirty free-for-all
There were no real signs, unless you were looking for them.
Jonghyun couldn't explain why he'd started looking, or even when he'd first taken notice. It wasn't unusual to find sparkles on their sheets, all five of them dragging themselves home after performances with smudges of stage make-up still clinging to the edges of their skin, too tired to care where it ended up as they let sleep claim them with their clothes still on. Nor was it unusual for any of them to wake up with pronounced dark circles under their eyes, splotches of red and purple across their necks and shoulders from having slept restlessly on something uncomfortable, not normally meant for such a purpose. These details were all easily explained away as hazards of their profession, and so they were brushed off, dismissed without a second thought.
Except the glitter Jonghyun had been finding was large in comparison to the shimmer they donned for their newest concept, and theirs was tiny flakes of silver, never little gold hexagons. The bags he was noticing were heavy with unfulfilled sleep, not the sort where you had simply gotten too little, but where you had gone too long with nearly none at all. Something was amiss, that much was for certain, but it seemed so benign that Jonghyun wondered why he cared so much, why it mattered in the first place.
It wasn't, he insisted to himself, because he was finding these things in connection with their leader. He wasn't laying awake in their dorm, listening for the tell-tale creaks and clicks that signalled someone leaving in the latest hours, after the other occupants had finally succumbed to sleep. Even if he was, it wasn't because he was certain it was Onew he heard trip over the rug in the foyer - because Onew always tripped over that rug, and he was the only one who ever did.
It had nothing to do with who it could possibly be. He was just concerned, as a band member, for one of their own.
His curiosity was quick to get the better of him. On the eighth night, when he heard the expected thud and muffled curse of someone stumbling in front of the door to their dormitory, he didn't just roll over and force himself to get to sleep, as per usual. Instead he ripped off his blankets, already dressed head-to-toe in black (everyone knew that all true espionage was conducted entirely in black, he reasoned). He crept silently across the dorm, slipped into a pair of well-worn black boots he was certain had no issues with squeaky soles, and followed.
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How he had managed to make it thus far without being noticed, he couldn't say for certain. Though he had delusions to the contrary, Jonghyun was no international super-spy, and there had been quite a few close calls that involved him hiding anywhere with a shadow dark enough for him to blend with. His target was clearly paranoid about being discovered, but he moved across the city like the way to his destination was mapped out on the bottoms of his feet. It was all Jonghyun could do to keep pace with him, far enough to avoid detection, but close enough not to lose sight of the hunched figure ahead of him.
It seemed they had finally reached the end of their journey. Jonghyun watched his bandmate duck down an alley and was quick to poke his head around the corner, and watch as a rather intimidating-looking bouncer allowed him entry to the back of the next building. He backed up a little, rocking on his heels to see exactly what the building was; he was rather surprised to see a winding line out front, opposite of where he stood now, and figured it must be some sort of club.
But why the back door?
Putting on his bravest face, Jonghyun took a deep breath, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and did his best to look natural as he turned down the alley. He gave the bouncer a reserved smile, holding up a hand in greeting as he approached.
“H-hey, uh...?” Fuck. This was not a good time to stutter. The bouncer gave him a probing look, eyes dragging up and down his body as he did so, and Jonghyun stiffened but did his best not to react further.
“You must be the new guy,” grunted the mountain of muscle, sighing, “The new ones always think black makes them look less obvious, but you stick out like a sore thumb, boy. Just get inside before you wet yourself or something.” Jonghyun just jerked his head in what he prayed was an affirmative, slipping inside the building when the man cracked the rusted metal door open. When he felt a heavy hand clap down on his shoulder, he was rather proud of himself for not squealing in terror. “Ask for Minjun. Good luck, kid. You're gonna need it”
When the door shut behind him with a rather final-sounding clang, Jonghyun took a minute to breathe at his immense luck before surveying his surroundings. He immediately decided he needed out of wherever he was - Holy shit why is everyone naked Jesus fucking Christ - and nearly bowled over multiple people as he blindly fought his way to the interior of the club.
He popped out of a door and was instantly surrounded by DJ equipment, a sea of bodies just on the other side. Before anyone could notice him he melted into the fray, getting far enough in to blend before immediately peeling off his sweatshirt and baring the black racer-back tank underneath. It was way too hot surrounded by so many people, and someone had just grabbed his ass and why the fuck was Onew in a place like this?
The song changed - to one he was certain he'd heard pouring out of Key's iPod, since he recognized the beginning - and the crowd suddenly stopped to cheer, catcalling and shouting the same set of names for all they were worth. Jonghyun had just enough time to look around him and realize a very important detail of the crowd that surrounded him before the lights went off completely, save for the neon-coloured spotlights splashing strategically-placed balconies around the club.
Every single person around him, without exception, was male.
Oh fuck.
He pulled his sweatshirt back on and pulled the hood over his head as quickly as he could - the last thing he needed was a rumour about SHINee's Kim Jonghyun being spotted at a gay club. At least he wasn't wearing any make-up; he was less recognizable with ruddier skin, tired eyes and chapped lips.
Despite his horror, his eyes were immediately drawn to the spotlight closest to him as a figure stepped into it, washing himself in a cool neon green. Clad in nothing but a pair of ankle boots and skin-tight red leather pants, the masked man twirled his shoulders to the beat, forcing his spine to rotate with a snakelike movement meant for enticing stares. It worked; Jonghyun couldn't take his eyes off of the river of skin as it rolled with his movements, bare chest dusted with familiar gold glitter that sparkled yellow and green in the tinted light.
The man was well-built, and though he lacked the definition required for the six-pack Jonghyun had been trying so hard to develop in his own workouts, he was definitely solid, the walls of his abdomen clearly raised against the curve of his hips and ribs. His shoulders weren't the broadest, but the extreme narrowness of his waist made them seem wider than they were. His skin looked buttery, an almost satiny sheen to it in the way it caught and pooled the coloured light he bathed in. Each time he moved the skin just below his hips would catch on the waistband of his pants, pressed firmly against the leather and emphasizing just how tight those pants truly were.
Before he could reprimand himself for staring for so intently, Jonghyun's eyes flicked up to the movement of the man drawing his lower lip between his teeth as the beat picked up.
He knew that mouth. It wasn't normally quite so red, stained with colour and sticky with gloss, but he knew it all the same. Even with a black jewelled mask over the top half of his face, Onew's plush lips were one of his more uniquely defining features.
Jonghyun was at a loss. He'd found where their leader was sneaking off to, but this was the last place he'd expected to find him, and the last thing he'd expected to find him doing. So what the hell was he supposed to do now? He hadn't thought any of this through - he'd been acting on nothing but impulse and damning curiosity - and now he wasn't even sure what he'd been intending by following Onew here in the first place.
Possibly the most unexpected thing of all was the way the eldest member was moving. Even in choreography practise Onew always had to work hardest and longest to perfect his part of their routines, putting in extra time and effort just to keep up. Directly opposite, there was a natural grace to the way masked man on the platform was contorting himself, something sensual and instinctual to every rise and fall that continually transfixed Jonghyun's eyes to the shifting of muscle and skin across his torso.
What? Nope nope nope. No, it most certainly did not.
When another unfamiliar body slid a little too intimately against his, Jonghyun resisted the urge to wheel around and introduce his touchy-feely would-be dance partner to his left fist. This wasn't exactly the sort of place one went to be left alone, so what did he expect? Instead he took a deep breath to calm himself, turned around, and shooed the heavily made-up man behind him away with a dismissive shake of his head. His sparkly assailant pouted, but moved on.
The song changed and Jonghyun wheeled back to the platform in a panic, but Onew was already gone. There was no way he was going to get away that easily. Steeling himself, Jonghyun wormed his way back behind the DJ booth to the inconspicuous door he'd exited from in the first place. He was sweating already, and he could feel his tank top clinging, damp and wrinkled, beneath his pullover. It was entirely uncomfortable.
No sooner had he wrenched the alcove door open and disappeared inside, then a slim hand clapped down on his shoulder and spun him around. This time he did let out an undignified little squawk as he came face-to-face with a long-haired, rather tall man with black glitter smudged around his eyes.
“You can't be back here,” he snapped, looking annoyed, “This area is for dancers only.”
“I was told to speak to - uh, to Minjun?” Jonghyun rattled off quickly, thanking his lucky stars that he had remembered the name the bouncer told him. The long-haired man observed him down the line of his nose before finally rolling his eyes, and jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
“Minjun is in the back, last door at the end of the hall.” When Jonghyun just looked at him wide-eyed, he misinterpreted it as a look of terror at the prospect of being left alone and the man sighed, rolling his eyes obviously. “...Newbies. Okay, look, I'll take you, but I don't even know you so I am not putting in a good word for you or anything like that. No matter what sort of black magic you attempt to pull with that hot little bod of yours. Get it, hotrod?”
Jonghyun felt his ears go hot, but nodded in a resolute fashion. “Got it, uh...?”
“Jihoo,” the man answered, already starting to pick his way through the hall, “Don't bother with speaking formally - not until Minjun decides to keep you or not.”
The way he said it made it sound as if Jonghyun was headed to the gallows or something. He didn't even really understand why he was following Jihoo through the maze-like hallway, but it was better than wandering around looking on his own and possibly getting kicked out for trespassing. He just hoped this Minjun person wasn't as intimidating as Jihoo made him sound.
The back area of the club was long and winding but rather narrow, and Jonghyun had to wonder if it circled the entirety of the club itself. There were thin little doors scattered sparsely on his right between large blank sections of wall, and more standard-sized doors marked with nameplates on his left; he assumed the smaller doors were more access to the club, since they were identical to the one he's slipped through behind the DJ booth.
Jihoo said nothing to Jonghyun as he lead him deeper and deeper through the back of the club, but seemed to have lots to say to everyone else they passed. He'd shoot teasing greetings to most dancers, colder to some and naught a peep to others, but everyone seemed to greet Jihoo no matter the reception he gave them in return. Jonghyun, for the most part, was completely ignored - not that he minded in the slightest. The fewer people that paid attention to him, the less likely anyone would recognize him. He was also doing his best to keep his eyes squarely in the centre of Jihoo's exposed back, since not all of the dancers they walked by seemed to possess an ounce of shame as they changed with their doors open and cavorted around half-clad or less in sequins or suede.
His effort not to look and not to be looked at very nearly backfired when Jihoo came to an abrupt stop. Jonghyun very nearly kept walking directly into his back, but managed to keep from doing so - Jihoo still turned around just in time to see him stumble, though, and cocked a judgemental eyebrow as Jonghyun shrank back into his hoodie and avoided eye contact.
“This is Minjun's room,” he said shortly, thumbing over his shoulder again as he spoke, “I'll knock, and you wait until you're called in. If he doesn't answer, you stand there until he does. You do not knock a second time, and you do not go in without being invited to do so. Do not drop my name in there, hotrod, or I will find out, and I will dislike you immensely. You don't want that.”
“Out of curiosity,” Jonghyun spoke carefully, since the taller man seemed to require it, “Why do you keep calling me hotrod?”
Still looking from the end of his nose, Jihoo gave him a thorough once-over, letting his eyes land on every single part of Jonghyun's body. Despite the sweatshirt and heavy boots, Jonghyun's jeans were tight to his legs, and his hoodie was a size or two too small - stolen from Taemin, since his black sweaters were all out for laundering. Once again Jihoo hiked up a carefully-sculpted eyebrow, though the little half-smile he paired it with made it seem less haughty.
“Why do you think, babe?” he drawled, turning his body to the door behind him but still looking over his shoulder at Jonghyun, “You'd be a sweet little ride.” Jonghyun had just enough time to go from uncomfortable to completely and totally mortified - and yet somehow sort of flattered - before Jihoo gave two sharp taps to the final door of the hallway, called out a sing-song, “Minjun-sshi, you've got another newbie!” and disappeared back down the hallway with a haughty swish of his bedazzled peek-a-boo backless tailcoat.
In the three seconds it took Jonghyun to wonder why the hell he wasn't just bolting for the exit, the door in front of him opened just a crack. A shadow moved away from it as a muted voice said from inside, “Come in, then. And close the door behind you.”
It was impossible for Jonghyun to explain why he complied.
Inside the dressing room Jonghyun idled with the door shut behind him, unsure what to do, or even why he was there to begin with. The figure called Minjun had a towel slung around his neck but was otherwise bare-chested, a pair of sweats riding low against the waistband of his equally low-slung underwear. He was barefoot. Jonghyun tried not to stare at the way the dip of the man's spine disappeared beneath what little clothing he was actually wearing, but the dressing room was rather barren so, he reasoned to himself, there wasn't much else to look at. His back was turned towards Jonghyun, uncapping a bottle of water and taking a long draw from the contents. As soon as he tipped his head back, however, and his moderately sweat-curled brown hair tumbled back from around his black-jewelled mask, Jonghyun slowly started to put two-and-two together.
“So,” Minjun said, voice low and soft and uncannily familiar - Jonghyun finally caught up as he continued to speak - “How'd your hear about the position?”
“I didn't,” Jonghyun answered honestly, keeping his voice deliberately even and quiet to disguise the sound against the hum of activity from outside the door.
“So you were recommended?” suggested Minjun, still not facing Jonghyun as he examined the contents of his dressing table.
“Not exactly,” shrugged Jonghyun. Minjun seemed to hear the motion in his voice, and it made him bristle slightly.
“I see,” he said levelly, putting his hands flat on the table and resting his weight on the heels. A wink of gold caught Jonghyun's eye from the top of Minjin's shoulder - glitter. After a brief moment of silence, Minjun's voice returned, obviously short of patience, “You're not a dancer, are you?”
“Arguably? No.”
Sighing, Minjun tugged the towel from around his shoulders and tossed it at the arm of a worn-out old armchair. Ducking his head slightly, he dropped his right hand against the back of his neck, rubbing it in a tired sort of way. Tossing an uninterested glance over his shoulder, mostly obscured by the mask he wore, Minjun asked in a bored sort of tone, “What do you want, then?”
“Nothing,” Jonghyun replied, shifting slightly at his post in the doorway. He kept his eyes glued on Minjun as he elaborated, “I'm looking for a friend of mine.”
Minjun seemed to freeze up slightly, barely noticeable in the shitty yellowed light from the floor lamp in the corner. Jonghyun slipped his hands into the front pocket of his sweatshirt, keeping his face unreadable as he studied the other man's reaction. When neither said a word in the next few, tense seconds, Jonghyun supplied his own.
“Maybe you know him.”
It wasn't a question.
Cautiously Minjun righted himself, turning his head to finally look at the man he'd invited into his dressing room. The light was so low, though, that it took Jonghyun a moment to realize Minjun couldn't see his face. Tugging the hood of his sweatshirt away from his ruffled, unstyled hair, Jonghyun took a few steps further into the room and let the single struggling lamp light his face more clearly.
It was hard to tell with the mask on, but Jonghyun was fairly certain he saw Minjun's eyes widen beneath it. At the very least, his lips parted to allow his mouth to slacken in surprise.
After a moment to allow the shock to wear off, Minjun's shoulders dropped. He went to rub at his face with his hands, but the mask was in the way; obviously frustrated, he tugged at the ribbon keeping it secure and turned to set it down at his dressing table with a clatter. Cocking his left hip and resting his hand on it, Minjun used his right to card roughly through his hair before inhaling deeply and turning around again, leaning against the table as he finally faced Jonghyun.
“You weren't supposed to find out,” Onew muttered, rubbing at the bridge of his nose in a gesture of desperation.
“I did, though.” It was stating the obvious, but it felt necessary.
“Lock the door, would you? No one else can see me without the mask on.”
Jonghyun did as he was asked. He couldn't tell if Onew was angry or not, as the only reaction he got as the silence grew between them was Onew putting his forehead in his palms, closing his eyes, and breathing as steadily as he could. Jonghyun let him take all the time he needed; it was a shock to both of them, but Onew had been taking the biggest risk. The fact that Jonghyun had followed him was just an amplification of that danger, and it was slowly settling over both of them.
Dropping his hands almost ten minutes later, Onew finally addressed Jonghyun, though he still refused to look at him. “Do you think anyone recognized you?”
“I'm not sure,” Jonghyun shifted uncomfortably, still sweating in his heavy clothes, “I took my sweater off on the dance floor, before I realized... Where I was.”
Onew cussed softly.
“Hyung,” pressed Jonghyun, taking a step forward to keep the circulation going in his feet, “Why did... Why are you... What even... Jinki-hyung, why didn't you -”
“What? Why didn't I what?” Onew snapped, pushing himself away from the table and gesturing at the door, “Tell you that I - that I'm - this? How was I supposed to tell you? How was I supposed to tell anyone, Jonghyun? It was supposed to be harmless; you were never supposed to know. All I wanted was to come here and just hide for a while, just a few nights a week where I could be who and what I am. This is me, Jonghyun. I have to hide this every day, every Goddamn day, but here I hide what I'm supposed to be and I can just be Minjun instead. Three shows a night, three days a week when we're in the country. I don't even get paid. They're supposed to pay me, but how could I do that? I can't give them my bank information. I can't tell anyone here my real name. It's not safe, for me or for you guys.”
“Hyung, listen,” Jonghyun said as Onew caught his breath, holding his hands up and approaching his leader slowly, like he could bolt at the slightest movement, “I was out there while you were performing.”
A look of horror and embarrassment fell across Onew's face, eyes wide and wet, eyebrows high and drawn together. Almost immediately he jerked his head away, hiding himself in his hands as he groaned in absolute humiliation. “Oh, for fuck's sake!” he whined. Jonghyun was quick to backtrack.
“Hyung, wait, no, just - didn't you hear them? Out there?” Jonghyun threw a finger at the door, even though Onew was looking firmly at the wall through his fingers, “They were calling your name. They were fucking chanting it all around me. You made every single person out there want you. It was... It was sort of amazing.” Jonghyun struggled to keep the flush rising under his sweater from crawling across his cheeks, but at least now Onew was looking at him, still a little bit embarrassed, but looking rather pleased at the same time.
“Minjun is number two,” he said softly, smiling just slightly. When Jonghyun looked confused, he chuckled, “The top five performers here have the most perks. Number one is sort of the honorary leader of all the acts, but he's on leave right now because he broke his arm at his day job. So... I'm in charge while he's gone. That's why Jihoo brought you to me, and not to a manager. Jihoo's number four, by the way - I'm sure you noticed the other guys kissing his ass on the way here.”
“I did wonder, to be honest,” laughed Jonghyun, glad that Onew was finally calm again. He scratched at the side of his neck, pleased but rather sheepish, as he said, “He was hitting on me outside. Kept calling me hotrod.”
“Hotrod?”
“Yeah. Apparently I'd be a 'sweet little ride' for number four.”
Jonghyun was unprepared for the roar of laugher that comment pulled out of Onew, the older man leaning against the wall at he clutched at his abdomen in mirth. “That's totally Ji for you!” he howled around his laughter, “Oh God, you'd be just his type, too! Typical Ji-bait! Oh my God I can't believe I never saw it!”
“I'm glad my new nickname is amusing to you.”
Onew laughed again, more restrained this time, before he fell quiet. Jonghyun watched him worry a bit at his bottom lip, but sensing that Onew was about to talk he remained silent.
“I'm... Sort of jealous.”
“What,” laughed Jonghyun good-naturedly, pretending to preen, “Of my devastating good looks?”
“Not of you,” Onew smiled but it didn't stay, slipping back off his face quickly, “Of... Jihoo. How easily he can flirt with you.” Jonghyun sobered rather abruptly as Onew sighed.
“Hyung,” he said gently, “You'll get your chance. You'll find someone. There's always a way.”
“Thank you, but that's...” The look on Onew's face when he met Jonghyun's eyes, however briefly, held an old kind of sadness - not something fresh, but lasting and careworn - and it made Jonghyun's chest feel hollow, “...Not entirely what I meant. It's all right!” Onew rushed, smiling encouragingly when Jonghyun looked crestfallen, “I know what you meant, though. I promise. It's like you said, right? They were calling my name.”
“They were indeed,” Jonghyun nodded, “You had everyone wrapped around your finger the moment the music started.”
“Everyone, huh?” mumbled Onew, still sounding a little sombre. Jonghyun hummed affirmatively.
“Everyone does tend to mean everyone, Onew-hyung,” he teased.
“So,” Onew started, then paused - he looked at the wall he was leaning against, then down at his toes, then at his hands - before he continued in a voice so quiet, Jonghyun could barely hear it, “... Even you?”
When Onew's eyes flicked to his, wide and nervous as he gnawed at his bottom lip, Jonghyun's brain shut down completely before booting back up, and deciding that - even if he couldn't be honest with himself - he could be honest with Onew.
“I put on every black piece of clothing I own that was clean,” he said, doing his best to hold Onew's gaze, even though his internal fight or flight reaction was screaming FLIGHT in every sense of the word, “I even stole Taemin's sweater when I couldn't find one of mine that didn't smell like sweat and hairspray. I laid in bed and waited until I heard you leave, so I could follow you wherever you were going. If it had been anyone else I would've waited until morning, and then asked where they went. But I didn't wait. I didn't ask. I followed you here.”
Jonghyun took a few hesitant steps towards the other man, who startled slightly but remained where he was; taking this as a green light, Jonghyun took a few more. By the time he was standing directly in front of him, Onew had pressed himself to the wall, palms flat against it, as if willing himself not to go anywhere. Not about to push his luck, Jonghyun left a foot and a half of space between them and let his hands stay by his own sides, but he could see the subtle change in Onew's breathing as it came ever-so slightly faster than before. Hands still firmly to himself Jonghyun leaned into Onew's personal space, cocking his head just slightly as he locked eyes with him again.
“Everyone really does mean everyone, hyung,” he murmured, watching intently as Onew pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled gently on the skin. He restrained the urge to groan at the sight of it. Instead, he decided to be forthcoming. “This is new, Onew. I ... don't know what this is for me yet. I've always noticed you, but tonight... I actually saw you, out there under those lights. So - if you'll let me - I'd like to find out. I'd really, really like to find out.” There was a visible reaction to the statement, as Jonghyun watched goosebumps raise across Onew's shoulders. When he bit down on his lip Jonghyun's eyes zeroed in on the movement, and the question was out of his mouth before he could think about it. “Can I kiss you?”
Onew's lip slipped from between his teeth as his mouth parted in shock, but his eyes were unfocused, and they kept flickering between Jonghyun's eyes, then his mouth, and back again. Quickly, in case Onew thought he was only asking as a formality and not actually expecting an answer, Jonghyun added, “You're allowed to say no.”
“No!” Onew sputtered, immediately panicking, stammering, “No, that's not what I meant - I mean, no, I just - wait, not - that's - yes! Y-yes.” Heart pounding ceaselessly in his ears, Onew held his breath as Jonghyun settled his right forearm against the wall beside Onew's head, allowing himself the leverage to lean in close, tilting his head so their noses didn't bump together. He was considerate enough to keep their bodies from pressing together, not wanting to overwhelm the older of the two, but Onew swore he could feel the heat of Jonghyun's body against his skin anyhow. Involuntarily, he shuddered at the proximity.
The kiss was brief, gentle, chaste, and it made Onew's lips tingle for more. He hadn't even closed his eyes, but Jonghyun didn't go far when he pulled away. “Calm down, hyung,” he whispered, mouth brushing Onew's as he spoke, “I won't do anything you don't want me to.”
“Don't be so cheap, then,” it came out all in one breath, Onew forcing it out before he could rethink his decision, “Do it properly.”
Jonghyun's mouth was pressed against his before he could blink, their lips sliding together as they tried to tilt their heads the same way, but Jonghyun slipped his left hand against Onew's jaw and held him still. A gasp got trapped between them as Jonghyun tugged on Onew's lower lip with his teeth, leaving Onew clinging to the sides of his sweatshirt in case he fell over. It felt like a very distinct possibility. It seemed Jonghyun thought so, too, as he carefully nudged Onew's legs apart and slipped his knee between them. When the idea to hitch his leg up Jonghyun's thigh took over Onew's brain he let it run free, pulling their bodies flush in the process; then it was Jonghyun's turn to groan between their mouths.
“Hyung,” he panted, and Onew whined at the loss of lips against his own, “Onew.”
“Shut up,” Onew groaned, fisting his hands in the fabric of Jognhyun's hoodie and tugging sharply upwards, “Shut up, take this off, and kiss me again. And don't fucking stop this time.”
Jonghyun was more than happy to follow orders, sweltering in the heavy sweater. He leaned back far enough to tug it over his head, his racer-back coming with it and catching around his underarms; he'd barely had a moment to throw the sweatshirt somewhere behind them before Onew was tugging the tank top over his head, too, but he was not about to argue. Their legs were still tangled as Jonghyun dropped a hand to drag along Onew's thigh, hiking his leg right over his hip and wishing he could record the airless gasp it tore from the elder's throat. He let out one last strangled curse as Onew rolled his hips to replicate the feeling, and smashed their lips together desperately.
Onew snaked his arms around Jonghyun's neck, burying his fingers in Jonghyun's sleep-wild hair as he did his best to keep up with Jonghyun's frantic exploration of his mouth. He was dizzy from an immeasurable combination of sensation and heat, and the limited pull of air from his nose, but it was the most intoxicating feeling he'd ever experienced. He could feel every shift and tense of muscle against his skin, and he was starting to lose track of here he stopped and Jonghyun started. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.
The lack of air had warranted another break in their kiss, but Jonghyun moved on to sucking softly at any skin he could reach. He was working the junction between Onew's neck and shoulder, alternating a pattern between kissing and teasing nips and bites and broad swipes of tongue that had the older man shivering and gasping, nearly boneless in his arms. Pleased with the reaction, he was so focused on reproducing it that he didn't notice the wayward hands on his hips until they had wrestled his jeans open and one was palming softly at the front of his underwear.
“Shit,” he hissed, moving up Onew's neck to bite at the shell of his ear, “Hyung.”
“Jonghyun,” his name got tangled up in a moan, gorgeous and throaty and unrestrained, “Let - let me -”
“Anything,” Jonghyun growled when Onew seemed unable to finish his sentence, “Anything you want, hyung.”
When Onew's unoccupied hand pushed gently against his hip, backing him up, Jonghyun was disappointed for almost two full seconds before Onew sunk to his knees and sat back on his heels.
The very idea of Onew on his knees in front of him had Jonghyun reeling, and he had to brace himself against the wall with both hands and Onew worked his jeans and briefs down his thighs. Onew looked dazed yet focused all at once, but Jonghyun could feel the way his hands shook just slightly as he pressed his left into Jonghyun's thigh for leverage. Before he could say anything, though, Onew was inching his lips further and further forwards, Jonghyun sliding against the valley of his tongue, testing how far in he could take him.
Jonghyun temporarily forgot how to breathe. Feeling himself bump the back of Jinki's throat reminded him as he gasped for air, groaning and trying his damnedest not to lose it completely at the sight below him. Onew's eyes were shut, eyebrows creased in concentration as he pulled his head back painfully slowly, cheeks hollowing as he went. Before Jonghyun left his mouth completely he stopped, sucked harder - Jonghyun moaned, slamming his own eyes shut before realizing there was no way in Hell he wanted to miss what was going on right now and forcing them open - then let Jonghyun slide back to the deepest part of his mouth.
He had a rhythm built up in no time, purposely slow and teasing, and it had Jonghyun's arms quaking as he groaned and gasped unintelligibly. He kept trying and failing to form words, his throat dry and tongue heavy as he watched Jinki's lips and cheeks and eyes, but it seemed his sudden inability to speak in anything but bumbled half-sentences was more than enough encouragement. It got to the point where Jonghyun looked down, having slammed his eyes shut and tried to spell his own name backwards to keep his cool, and caught Onew rubbing himself shyly over top of his sweatpants. He'd moaned once around him, the reverberations in his throat travelling through Jonghyun's body and causing the hair on his arms to stand up, before Jonghyun discovered speech again.
“Onew, shit, you - stop, God, I'm gonna - hyung.”
(For the most part, at least.)
Onew pulled away with a wet sound that had Jonghyun spelling backwards again. His knees ached and his lips felt sore, but Onew licked them gingerly, feeling embarrassed and yet wholly satisfied when he could still taste Jonghyun on his tongue. He could hear his bandmate breathing hard above him, but there was so much more Onew wanted to try. A shiver fell down his back as he decided on his next request, though in the touched-out state Jonghyun was in it may as well have been an order - there was no way he'd say no.
“There's a little black tube in the middle drawer of my dressing table,” he breathed, the worlds rolling languidly from his mouth, “See if you can find it. In the back somewhere.”
Thankful for the distraction, Jonghyun tugged his pants back over his hips so he could walk to the table with the mirror in front of it, feeling a bit punch-drunk. He pulled the narrow drawer out, fishing through packages of hard candies and seafood crackers - so that's how Onew had been 'sticking' to their new diet, the little cheater - until he found a black tube with a silver screw-cap, stamped with a silver rabbit wearing a black bow tie.
“It's the club's logo,” Onew spoke with his chin on Jonghyun's shoulder, his lips against his ear, and plucked the tube from his grasp. Hi voice was slightly hoarse and deliberately slinky as he continued, “It is called The Warren for a reason. So far I'm top vote for wearing the mascot costume next Halloween; it's just white rabbit ears and a tail, a black bow tie and a pair of really tiny black shorts. I can pick my own footwear, though. Last year our number one wore the outfit with a pair of black stiletto platforms. Louboutins. He said he'd lend them to me, if I wanted. I'm not sure I could walk in them, to be honest, but I told him I'd think about it.”
Jonghyun tried to keep himself from picturing that, but the image of Onew, flushed and wrecked and begging for it in black heels and a skimpy bunny costume, was hard to resist. He had to grab the edge of the table to keep himself from losing it. Before Onew drew away, Jonghyun felt him exhale purposely against his neck.
“I'd get out of those jeans, if I were you. Oh, and no peeking until I say so.”
Tugging his boots off mercilessly once Onew had retreated, Jonghyun discarded the last of his clothing in record time, glad for once that night that the club's interior seemed to be sub-tropical in temperature. He had no idea what Onew was doing - he could imagine, sure, though that was pretty dangerous territory at the moment - but he had at least a pretty good idea what was in the tube. It didn't really take a great deal of deep thought to see why a gay club might hand out branded lube to its patrons.
A sudden sound cut through the general buzz of club noise around them - a whimper. Jonghyun's eyes went wide as he strained his hearing, listening for the sound again. This time, a harsh hiss of breath graced his ears, and Jonghyun matched it with one of his own as he realized what was going on behind him.
“Onew-hyung,” he managed, tongue feeling like lead in his mouth, “...Can I look yet?”
“Yeah,” groaned Onew's voice, slightly higher than it had been before, “But stay where you are for now.”
Slowly, anticipation buzzing in his veins, Jonghyun turned to face the rest of the room.
Onew had his chest against the opposite wall, back curved like a sickle blade, one hand at the cleft of his ass pressing into himself at a steady pace as he bit down on the fingers of the other. His sweatpants had vanished completely. When Jonghyun met his eyes, Onew moaned pointedly around the digits in his mouth.
Jonghyun had to hold onto the table again, grip white-knuckled, to keep himself upright. He'd never seen something so tempting in his life. “Fucking Hell, hyung, you're - fuck.”
“Jonghyun,” keened Onew, drawing out the last syllable and shuddering at his own handiwork, “I want you. I want you so badly.”
The urge to touch himself - touch Onew - just touch was nearly overpowering. Onew's eyes were hooded and glistening with moisture in the dingy yellow lamp light. The shallow cast from the bulb threw his body into heavy shadow, accentuating every curve and dip of his body in coal-black and amber. There were still a few scattered flecks of glitter clinging to his skin, and each time he shifted even slightly they winked at Jonghyun, almost like they were calling him like a lighthouse in a harbour. Every muscle in Jonghyun's body was pulled taught, straining as he told himself firmly to stay put, even if all he wanted was to get as much of Onew under his hands as humanly possible.
“Onew, don't do this to me,” he ground out through his teeth, eyes glued to the hand working the other man open, “I'm going to go insane if you don't let me touch you. I fucking need it, hyung.” Jonghyun watched as Onew pressed his forehead to the wall, furrowing his brow has he disentangled from his own fingers and slumped against the peeling wallpaper.
“Do it. Touch me. Please.”
Jonghyun had him pinned, wrists gathered high above his head, back to the wall, before either of them could blink. Their mouths clashed, tongues and teeth fighting for dominance as they kissed feverishly. Snaring both of Onew's wrists in one hand, Jonghyun dropped the other to his waist to pull them even closer together, though Onew didn't understand how there could possibly be any space left between them.
It would have been so easy for Jonghyun to be rough with him - Onew could feel the tension in every move the other made, the restraint it took to keep from wrecking him without reservation - but though the way Jonghyun was holding him was dominant, it was still tender and careful. Even as he pulled at Onew's upper lip with his teeth the gesture was teasing, not meant to hurt him, their kisses desperate and sloppy but so amazingly intimate that it made Onew feel like putty in his hands as Jonghyun propelled his senses into overdrive. Still, he didn't really appreciate being restrained; in retaliation he rolled himself against Jonghyun's torso, chest to hip, indulgent and calculated and designed to do nothing but torment.
The hand at the curve of Onew's waist tensed, then Jonghyun dug the pads of his fingers into the pliant flesh as far as he could without breaking the skin. He nipped sharply at Onew's jawline, pinching the skin just slightly, before barking out a warning. “Don't do that again unless you want me to bend you over the nearest flat surface and fuck you so hard you'll still feel me tomorrow.”
A smile breaking through the haze he felt, Onew rolled them together again in the same fashion, pleased with himself as Jonghyun groaned and pushed back. “And if that's exactly what I want?”
“You're such a fucking tease,” he replied, talking directly against Onew's mouth, “You're a little fucking tease and I love it, so if that's what you want, it's what you'll get.”
When Jonghyun pulled away Onew could feel himself sway on his feet, and he had to steady himself with his newly-freed hands as Jonghyun backed carefully towards the armchair in the corner. He settled into it like a king at his throne, eyes flicking to Onew's throat when he swallowed involuntarily, but otherwise giving no indication that he was expecting something.
Snatching the black tube from the floor beside him, Onew forced his legs to move him forward, still feeling slightly wobbly. He couldn't calm himself down, but he didn't really see why he should have to; Jonghyun was looking at him with his face almost entirely in shadow, the glint in his eyes clearly predatory as he watched Onew come closer. When he was near enough to touch Jonghyun plucked the tube from his grasp and dropped it on the chest of drawers beside the chair, then held out his hands, smiling gently as Onew slipped their fingers together.
“God you're gorgeous,” came his murmured voice, staring at Onew's body as if he had been crafted, rather than born, “Turn around for me?”
Onew felt the words slide against his skin like velvet, biting his lip as he did as he was asked. Jonghyun's hands let go of his to anchor against his hips, stopping him with his back turned. His breath stuttered as those hands migrated south, pausing to knead thumbs against the curve of his ass, the skin still slick with lubricant.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he reiterated, speaking more to himself. Onew swallowed a groan. He could've sworn his pulse was audible as Jonghyun's touch disappeared, then took his hands in his again a few moments later, pulling him gently backwards. The smirk in his tone was evident when he spoke again. “Come sit with me.”
This time Onew couldn't keep it down; a whine tumbled from his lips, but Jonghyun didn't dwell on it. Nervous as he'd ever been, stomach in knots and only tangling further as he moved, Onew lowered himself until he was sitting slightly forward in Jonghyun's lap. Onew's hands were guided to the arm of the chair, which he gripped hard to keep himself tethered as he felt one of Jonghyun's hands ghost down his lower back before caressing his hip. Lips peppered gentle kisses across both of his shoulders, as if sensing his nerves.
“Hyung, it's just me,” Jonghyun hummed against his neck, grinning as Onew startled at the breath over his skin, “You're all right. I'll be good to you.”
“I know you will,” he managed in return, panting softly. He felt Jonghyun press another kiss at the base of his skull, and smiled to himself; he still jumped when Jonghyun manoeuvred him backward, and something blunt and hot nudged against his backside, but the hand on his hip was massaging him softly and he moaned all the same. Jonghyun was back beside his ear, breath scalding against the shell.
“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” Onew nodded, tilting his hips back to encouragingly. “Hold on,” Jonghyun held in a chuckle, but Onew could feel the rumble from his perch on his thighs. He heard a package being torn open before Jonghyun held it out for him to see; a black foil wrapper, the silver rabbit on the front torn across the bottom. “Found one of these. Figured it couldn't hurt. Besides,” he dropped his tone to something breathy and dark, “Now I have no reason to pull out.” Pulling the lobe of Onew's ear into his mouth, he gave it a harsh tug with his canines. It made Onew writhe against him, and the sudden friction had them both gasping.
“Don't tease,” stuttered Onew, shimmying his hips a little, “That - that's my job.” Jonghyun made a strained affirmative sound against his ear before the hand on Onew's hip tightened it's grip, and the elder had to force himself to stay relaxed as his heart attempted to escape out of his throat when another other hand gently spread him open.
He couldn't help the yelp that sounded when Jonghyun pressed into him, starting the slow, agonizing task of getting Onew seated. The nails on Onew's fingers dug into the upholstery on the arms of the chair, and he was thankful he hadn't got it in his head to grab Jonghyun's thighs instead as they clawed at the faded fabric. Jonghyun had apparently found the lube, because the cool wetness felt like it was absolutely everywhere, but it eased the burn and sting as Onew's arms shook with the effort of holding himself up. The hands on his hips kept him steady, and the whispered comforts in his ear - “That's it, oh shit yes, hyung, it's okay, I've got you” - gave him something to focus on and he fought off the prickle of tears.
Onew was comfortable enough with his own body to have been curious about this feeling, but his own fingers were nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. When he felt himself settle back against Jonghyun's thighs he moaned, and the fact that he could feel Jonghyun's hands shaking as he stroked his waist made him feel a little better as he trembled, trying to grow accustomed to... How could he describe something like this? He felt full, almost overwhelmingly so, but it was an intangible thing as much as it was a physical reaction. A wholeness in the pit of his stomach.
Behind him, Jonghyun was kissing a trail down the ridges of his spine, still chanting praise and affection as he waited on tenterhooks for Onew to adjust. Dislodging his fingers from the chair, Onew placed them on Jonghyun's thighs instead, opening his legs a bit wider to make space for his arms as he leaned forward slightly, testing the waters before pushing himself back down.
“Oh God,” he whined, his back curling as his nerve endings lit up like matchsticks. Apparently Jonghyun agreed, whole body going rigid under Onew as hands grappled at the supple flesh of his waist before sliding up and around his chest, drawing him back so their torsos were flush.
Jonghyun bucked gently, wringing out another drawn-out whine as Onew threw an arm behind him to cling to the back of Jonghyun's neck. “Fuck, hyung,” he groaned, still tilting his hips in a shallow rhythm as Onew's fingers tightened in his hair, “You're amazing. Are you okay?”
“I - ah!” completely lost to anything else, Onew dropped his head against Jonghyun's shoulder and tried to form words, but the way Jonghyun kept pressing into him made it a struggle to stay coherent, “Good. Yes. I'm - I'm okay. Jonghyun, please!”
“I don't wanna hurt you.” Onew wasn't really certain what he was asking for, but Jonghyun seemed to have an inkling and that was just fine by him.
“You aren't - you won't - please. Please.”
“Okay,” Jonghyun murmured, dropping his hands to Onew's hips and turning his head to shower the side of Onew's neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, “Okay, hyung.” He carefully lifted Onew's hips, and let him sink back down as he bucked upwards.
Onew unravelled completely. His back bowed until his skin was snug over his ribcage, curses flying from his mouth before he could even register making the sounds required. Jonghyun attached his teeth to the curve between his neck and shoulders, biting down enough to feel but not to break skin as he repeated the motion, this time assisted by Onew himself. They slammed together repeatedly until Onew's voice left the picture, his mouth open in a silent, unending moan as Jonghyun fucked into him without mercy.
That wouldn't do. Those sounds - Jonghyun wanted to hear them. He wanted to pluck them from the air and hide them in the pocket of his sweater, take them home and replay them in his sleep. Greedy for them, he slipped a hand around to Onew's front, all his reservations scattered on the ground with their clothing as he took him in hand, stroking in time with the unforgiving cant of their hips.
“Fuck!” Onew cried, giving in entirely and pressing his knuckles to his mouth, other hand still helplessly snagged in Jonghyun's hair. Jonghyun's unoccupied hand tugged them from between his teeth, though, grabbing his chin and turning it to tangle their mouths together in a messy, frantic kiss. Onew moaned and gasped constantly against his tongue, no longer needing the assistance of Jonghyun's hand on his hip to keep pace. It still wasn't enough for Jonghyun, though, as he trailed the hand holding Onew's jaw down his neck, across his clavicle, before finally brushing against a nipple.
Jonghyun's name became a breathless mantra, spilling from Onew's lips thoughtlessly as the man beneath him worked him for every sound, every shake and shiver that rattled through his body. The dirty talk Jonghyun wove against his ear between strings of moans and panting breaths, dark and luxe on his skin, were driving him crazy.
“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” the whispered worlds fell across his senses, already frazzled and overworked by hands and hips and mouths, and they only made it worse as they continued, “I knew it was you up on that balcony the moment I saw that pretty mouth of yours, hyung. I'd know it anywhere. Those lips looked unbelievable stretched around my cock - I'll remember that picture for a long, long time. I swear to God, I almost came when you touched yourself. You were trying to be so coy, trying to flirt and be seductive, but the entire time I could see you shaking at the thought of me fucking you. What it what you imagined, hyung? Having me inside of you? Because I could never have imagined you'd be like this, not even when I saw you dancing up there. I couldn't look away, you know. I was serious - you had me hooked instantly. I know you have to go on stage again, but I'm not gonna watch you this time, because I'll get my own private show right here, in your dressing room, won't I? Right, hyung?”
Onew wasn't sure if that required an answer, but he managed to keen a positive assent, a thin chain strung together with gasps and the word yes over and over between them that seemed to satisfy Jonghyun just the same.
“I'm looking forward to that. When you go out there, remember how this feels. Make them want it, hyung. Make every last one of them wonder what it feels like to touch you like I'm touching you now. Make them want you like I want you. Just remember, they can imagine you like this all they want, but they can never have you. You're mine, hyung, and I don't like to share. They can't have you.”
“Jonghyun,” he ground out, his limbs shaking as they struggled to keep up with Jonghyun's increasingly erratic movements, “Jonghyun I'm so close.”
“Good,” was growled in his ear and Jonghyun redoubled his efforts, stroking Onew as quickly as he could as the older man cried out in absolute ecstasy, “Lemme hear you, hyung. I wanna watch.”
It was only a few more strokes before Onew went rigid against him, the fingers in Jonghyun's hair gripping so hard he hissed with discomfort, but it was worth it for the musical, wrecked little moan that left Onew as he found his release. Jonghyun slipped both his hands back to Onew's waist, smearing the older's own mess across his skin as he bucked relentlessly into the unreal heat of Onew's spent form. A moment more and his hips were stuttering as his climax hit him full-force. He sagged back in the chair, Onew still draped across him, and rode out as much of the high as he could before he was completely expended. Though he didn't particularly want to, he carefully pulled himself out of the beautiful mess of man above him so he could fumble around with the condom. He tied it off and chucked it at the waste basket across the room, surprised when it actually went where it was supposed to.
After allowing them both a minute to come back down to Earth, Onew stood up on unsteady legs so he could retrieve his discarded towel so he could clean himself up. He laughed good-naturedly when he saw the smear across his left hip, wiping it away before passing the towel to Jonghyun so he could deal with his soiled hand.
With that dealt with, he crawled back into Jonghyun's lap so they were face-to-face, settling his arms around the younger's neck; Jonghyun grinned mischievously, slipping his own hands over the cheeks of Onew's ass and giving them a gentle, nearly imperceptible squeeze. Onew swatted at his sweaty chest as he laughed.
“Don't!” he admonished, though the wide grin on his face took any gravity out of his scolding.
“But you have an outstanding ass!” pouted Jonghyun, rubbing deliberate circles into the supple flesh, “I kinda wanna spank it, hyung, I'm not gonna lie to you.”
“Don't you dare, Kim Jonghyun,” said Onew in a huff, putting on a pout of his own, “I have to be back in my stage things in -” he snuck a look at the digital clock on his dressing table, “- Twenty minutes, and I am certainly not going to prance around out there with a glaringly-obvious issue for the world to see, just so you can get your rocks off when my butt bounces.”
“So afterwards, then?” Onew frowned at him, but the genuine excitement in Jonghyun's eyes dissolved it into a half-smile rather quickly.
“We'll see,” he sing-songed, swooping in to give Jonghyun a silencing kiss before he could react, then slipping out of his lap to start gathering his clothes. Throwing a look over his shoulder, Onew took a second to admire the gobsmacked look on Jonghyun's face before he slunk into his bathroom. “I'm gonna go do my make-up, I'll be right back.”
Fifteen minutes later Jonghyun was still in the same spot, though he had found the will to tug his jeans back on. His self-satisfied expression changed to something far less focused once he started dragging his eyes over Onew's performance garb.
“Hyung,” he grinned, finally rising from the chair and following Onew around the room as he grabbed a tube of lip gloss and the gem-encrusted mask from his dressing table, “Have I told you yet that you look really fucking hot in leather? Because you do.” Onew laughed distractedly, but Jonghyun could see the pleased flush blooming over his cheeks. If he had his way, Onew would get used to those sorts of compliments; he just hoped he'd always go red for him like that.
“Okay, I'll be back in, like, ten minutes,” chirped Onew, securing the mask over his face and knotting the ribbon twice as he moved towards the door, “Don't eat all my crackers while I'm gone. The candies are all yours, I got butterscotch by accident and they're really not my - Jonghyun, what are you doing?”
Jonghyun smirked deviously. He had Onew pinned against his dressing room door, hands dragging up his sides and keeping him in place as he leaned in to ravage his mouth with a kiss. He was purposely rough, nipping harshly at Onew's lips until they were sore; Onew smacked lightly at his arm when he pulled away, laughing breathlessly.
“You messed up my gloss, you horndog,” he pouted, dragging his thumb under his bottom lip to remove the ruined product from his mouth. Jonghyun just observed the results of his attentions, Onew's lips now dark and swollen, and shrugged.
“Trust me, you don't need it anymore.” His comment earned him another lenient whack, Onew blushing brightly once more. Jonghyun ducked his head so his mouth was level with Onew's ear, giving in to the temptation to flick his tongue over the cartilage before he said, “Remember: they can want you, but they can't have you,” he dragged his hand across Onew's chest before drawing back to show off the golden glitter stuck to his palm, “Go shine for me, hyung.”
“You're so fucking corny!” Onew scrunched up his nose and shoved the other away playfully, flipping the lock on the door and darting into the hall. He poked his head back in, giving Jonghyun an unreadable look. “Ten minutes. Don't go anywhere, and stay out of trouble. Got me?”
“Gotcha, hyung.” Jonghyun held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. Onew smiled fondly at him as he rolled his eyes, ducking back into the hall and closing the door behind him.
With the dressing room to himself, Jonghyun stretched languidly, then clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together, eyeing the chest of drawers across from the dressing table.
“Right, then. I wonder where they're hiding that rabbit outfit.”
█ pairing: Jongyu
█ rating: NC-17 (WARNING: Adult Content)
█ genre: Smut
█ summary:
Someone in the dorm is keeping secrets; Jonghyun thinks he's James Bond.
✫ ··· author's note:
This fic has been in the works for months and months and months. I'm not even kidding. If I could show you guys all of my unfinished oneshots, I'm pretty sure one of you would get the urge to smack me upside the head and ask why the hell I started so many, but if I get an idea I have to start writing it! They all get finished eventually (read: 6+ months after I start writing them). This one ended up being another monster, clocking in at over 10k words. I can't seem to write short PWP smut. I haven't figured out how yet. OTL
This is another Jongyu dedicated to owlus which she's been waiting for since, like, early December or something like that. Sorry, bbcake. Hopefully it's worth the wait. It was inspired by and centres around the song Take It Off by Kesha, which just-so happens to also be the specific song that plays at one point in the fic. This isn't particularly deep, and there are no meaningful lyrics; this is ass-shaking music. Don't be surprised if the fic follows suit.
There's a place downtown, where the freaks all come around
It's a hole-in-the-wall, it's a dirty free-for-all
There were no real signs, unless you were looking for them.
Jonghyun couldn't explain why he'd started looking, or even when he'd first taken notice. It wasn't unusual to find sparkles on their sheets, all five of them dragging themselves home after performances with smudges of stage make-up still clinging to the edges of their skin, too tired to care where it ended up as they let sleep claim them with their clothes still on. Nor was it unusual for any of them to wake up with pronounced dark circles under their eyes, splotches of red and purple across their necks and shoulders from having slept restlessly on something uncomfortable, not normally meant for such a purpose. These details were all easily explained away as hazards of their profession, and so they were brushed off, dismissed without a second thought.
Except the glitter Jonghyun had been finding was large in comparison to the shimmer they donned for their newest concept, and theirs was tiny flakes of silver, never little gold hexagons. The bags he was noticing were heavy with unfulfilled sleep, not the sort where you had simply gotten too little, but where you had gone too long with nearly none at all. Something was amiss, that much was for certain, but it seemed so benign that Jonghyun wondered why he cared so much, why it mattered in the first place.
It wasn't, he insisted to himself, because he was finding these things in connection with their leader. He wasn't laying awake in their dorm, listening for the tell-tale creaks and clicks that signalled someone leaving in the latest hours, after the other occupants had finally succumbed to sleep. Even if he was, it wasn't because he was certain it was Onew he heard trip over the rug in the foyer - because Onew always tripped over that rug, and he was the only one who ever did.
It had nothing to do with who it could possibly be. He was just concerned, as a band member, for one of their own.
His curiosity was quick to get the better of him. On the eighth night, when he heard the expected thud and muffled curse of someone stumbling in front of the door to their dormitory, he didn't just roll over and force himself to get to sleep, as per usual. Instead he ripped off his blankets, already dressed head-to-toe in black (everyone knew that all true espionage was conducted entirely in black, he reasoned). He crept silently across the dorm, slipped into a pair of well-worn black boots he was certain had no issues with squeaky soles, and followed.
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How he had managed to make it thus far without being noticed, he couldn't say for certain. Though he had delusions to the contrary, Jonghyun was no international super-spy, and there had been quite a few close calls that involved him hiding anywhere with a shadow dark enough for him to blend with. His target was clearly paranoid about being discovered, but he moved across the city like the way to his destination was mapped out on the bottoms of his feet. It was all Jonghyun could do to keep pace with him, far enough to avoid detection, but close enough not to lose sight of the hunched figure ahead of him.
It seemed they had finally reached the end of their journey. Jonghyun watched his bandmate duck down an alley and was quick to poke his head around the corner, and watch as a rather intimidating-looking bouncer allowed him entry to the back of the next building. He backed up a little, rocking on his heels to see exactly what the building was; he was rather surprised to see a winding line out front, opposite of where he stood now, and figured it must be some sort of club.
But why the back door?
Putting on his bravest face, Jonghyun took a deep breath, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and did his best to look natural as he turned down the alley. He gave the bouncer a reserved smile, holding up a hand in greeting as he approached.
“H-hey, uh...?” Fuck. This was not a good time to stutter. The bouncer gave him a probing look, eyes dragging up and down his body as he did so, and Jonghyun stiffened but did his best not to react further.
“You must be the new guy,” grunted the mountain of muscle, sighing, “The new ones always think black makes them look less obvious, but you stick out like a sore thumb, boy. Just get inside before you wet yourself or something.” Jonghyun just jerked his head in what he prayed was an affirmative, slipping inside the building when the man cracked the rusted metal door open. When he felt a heavy hand clap down on his shoulder, he was rather proud of himself for not squealing in terror. “Ask for Minjun. Good luck, kid. You're gonna need it”
When the door shut behind him with a rather final-sounding clang, Jonghyun took a minute to breathe at his immense luck before surveying his surroundings. He immediately decided he needed out of wherever he was - Holy shit why is everyone naked Jesus fucking Christ - and nearly bowled over multiple people as he blindly fought his way to the interior of the club.
He popped out of a door and was instantly surrounded by DJ equipment, a sea of bodies just on the other side. Before anyone could notice him he melted into the fray, getting far enough in to blend before immediately peeling off his sweatshirt and baring the black racer-back tank underneath. It was way too hot surrounded by so many people, and someone had just grabbed his ass and why the fuck was Onew in a place like this?
The song changed - to one he was certain he'd heard pouring out of Key's iPod, since he recognized the beginning - and the crowd suddenly stopped to cheer, catcalling and shouting the same set of names for all they were worth. Jonghyun had just enough time to look around him and realize a very important detail of the crowd that surrounded him before the lights went off completely, save for the neon-coloured spotlights splashing strategically-placed balconies around the club.
Every single person around him, without exception, was male.
Oh fuck.
He pulled his sweatshirt back on and pulled the hood over his head as quickly as he could - the last thing he needed was a rumour about SHINee's Kim Jonghyun being spotted at a gay club. At least he wasn't wearing any make-up; he was less recognizable with ruddier skin, tired eyes and chapped lips.
Despite his horror, his eyes were immediately drawn to the spotlight closest to him as a figure stepped into it, washing himself in a cool neon green. Clad in nothing but a pair of ankle boots and skin-tight red leather pants, the masked man twirled his shoulders to the beat, forcing his spine to rotate with a snakelike movement meant for enticing stares. It worked; Jonghyun couldn't take his eyes off of the river of skin as it rolled with his movements, bare chest dusted with familiar gold glitter that sparkled yellow and green in the tinted light.
The man was well-built, and though he lacked the definition required for the six-pack Jonghyun had been trying so hard to develop in his own workouts, he was definitely solid, the walls of his abdomen clearly raised against the curve of his hips and ribs. His shoulders weren't the broadest, but the extreme narrowness of his waist made them seem wider than they were. His skin looked buttery, an almost satiny sheen to it in the way it caught and pooled the coloured light he bathed in. Each time he moved the skin just below his hips would catch on the waistband of his pants, pressed firmly against the leather and emphasizing just how tight those pants truly were.
Before he could reprimand himself for staring for so intently, Jonghyun's eyes flicked up to the movement of the man drawing his lower lip between his teeth as the beat picked up.
He knew that mouth. It wasn't normally quite so red, stained with colour and sticky with gloss, but he knew it all the same. Even with a black jewelled mask over the top half of his face, Onew's plush lips were one of his more uniquely defining features.
Jonghyun was at a loss. He'd found where their leader was sneaking off to, but this was the last place he'd expected to find him, and the last thing he'd expected to find him doing. So what the hell was he supposed to do now? He hadn't thought any of this through - he'd been acting on nothing but impulse and damning curiosity - and now he wasn't even sure what he'd been intending by following Onew here in the first place.
Possibly the most unexpected thing of all was the way the eldest member was moving. Even in choreography practise Onew always had to work hardest and longest to perfect his part of their routines, putting in extra time and effort just to keep up. Directly opposite, there was a natural grace to the way masked man on the platform was contorting himself, something sensual and instinctual to every rise and fall that continually transfixed Jonghyun's eyes to the shifting of muscle and skin across his torso.
What? Nope nope nope. No, it most certainly did not.
When another unfamiliar body slid a little too intimately against his, Jonghyun resisted the urge to wheel around and introduce his touchy-feely would-be dance partner to his left fist. This wasn't exactly the sort of place one went to be left alone, so what did he expect? Instead he took a deep breath to calm himself, turned around, and shooed the heavily made-up man behind him away with a dismissive shake of his head. His sparkly assailant pouted, but moved on.
The song changed and Jonghyun wheeled back to the platform in a panic, but Onew was already gone. There was no way he was going to get away that easily. Steeling himself, Jonghyun wormed his way back behind the DJ booth to the inconspicuous door he'd exited from in the first place. He was sweating already, and he could feel his tank top clinging, damp and wrinkled, beneath his pullover. It was entirely uncomfortable.
No sooner had he wrenched the alcove door open and disappeared inside, then a slim hand clapped down on his shoulder and spun him around. This time he did let out an undignified little squawk as he came face-to-face with a long-haired, rather tall man with black glitter smudged around his eyes.
“You can't be back here,” he snapped, looking annoyed, “This area is for dancers only.”
“I was told to speak to - uh, to Minjun?” Jonghyun rattled off quickly, thanking his lucky stars that he had remembered the name the bouncer told him. The long-haired man observed him down the line of his nose before finally rolling his eyes, and jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
“Minjun is in the back, last door at the end of the hall.” When Jonghyun just looked at him wide-eyed, he misinterpreted it as a look of terror at the prospect of being left alone and the man sighed, rolling his eyes obviously. “...Newbies. Okay, look, I'll take you, but I don't even know you so I am not putting in a good word for you or anything like that. No matter what sort of black magic you attempt to pull with that hot little bod of yours. Get it, hotrod?”
Jonghyun felt his ears go hot, but nodded in a resolute fashion. “Got it, uh...?”
“Jihoo,” the man answered, already starting to pick his way through the hall, “Don't bother with speaking formally - not until Minjun decides to keep you or not.”
The way he said it made it sound as if Jonghyun was headed to the gallows or something. He didn't even really understand why he was following Jihoo through the maze-like hallway, but it was better than wandering around looking on his own and possibly getting kicked out for trespassing. He just hoped this Minjun person wasn't as intimidating as Jihoo made him sound.
The back area of the club was long and winding but rather narrow, and Jonghyun had to wonder if it circled the entirety of the club itself. There were thin little doors scattered sparsely on his right between large blank sections of wall, and more standard-sized doors marked with nameplates on his left; he assumed the smaller doors were more access to the club, since they were identical to the one he's slipped through behind the DJ booth.
Jihoo said nothing to Jonghyun as he lead him deeper and deeper through the back of the club, but seemed to have lots to say to everyone else they passed. He'd shoot teasing greetings to most dancers, colder to some and naught a peep to others, but everyone seemed to greet Jihoo no matter the reception he gave them in return. Jonghyun, for the most part, was completely ignored - not that he minded in the slightest. The fewer people that paid attention to him, the less likely anyone would recognize him. He was also doing his best to keep his eyes squarely in the centre of Jihoo's exposed back, since not all of the dancers they walked by seemed to possess an ounce of shame as they changed with their doors open and cavorted around half-clad or less in sequins or suede.
His effort not to look and not to be looked at very nearly backfired when Jihoo came to an abrupt stop. Jonghyun very nearly kept walking directly into his back, but managed to keep from doing so - Jihoo still turned around just in time to see him stumble, though, and cocked a judgemental eyebrow as Jonghyun shrank back into his hoodie and avoided eye contact.
“This is Minjun's room,” he said shortly, thumbing over his shoulder again as he spoke, “I'll knock, and you wait until you're called in. If he doesn't answer, you stand there until he does. You do not knock a second time, and you do not go in without being invited to do so. Do not drop my name in there, hotrod, or I will find out, and I will dislike you immensely. You don't want that.”
“Out of curiosity,” Jonghyun spoke carefully, since the taller man seemed to require it, “Why do you keep calling me hotrod?”
Still looking from the end of his nose, Jihoo gave him a thorough once-over, letting his eyes land on every single part of Jonghyun's body. Despite the sweatshirt and heavy boots, Jonghyun's jeans were tight to his legs, and his hoodie was a size or two too small - stolen from Taemin, since his black sweaters were all out for laundering. Once again Jihoo hiked up a carefully-sculpted eyebrow, though the little half-smile he paired it with made it seem less haughty.
“Why do you think, babe?” he drawled, turning his body to the door behind him but still looking over his shoulder at Jonghyun, “You'd be a sweet little ride.” Jonghyun had just enough time to go from uncomfortable to completely and totally mortified - and yet somehow sort of flattered - before Jihoo gave two sharp taps to the final door of the hallway, called out a sing-song, “Minjun-sshi, you've got another newbie!” and disappeared back down the hallway with a haughty swish of his bedazzled peek-a-boo backless tailcoat.
In the three seconds it took Jonghyun to wonder why the hell he wasn't just bolting for the exit, the door in front of him opened just a crack. A shadow moved away from it as a muted voice said from inside, “Come in, then. And close the door behind you.”
It was impossible for Jonghyun to explain why he complied.
Inside the dressing room Jonghyun idled with the door shut behind him, unsure what to do, or even why he was there to begin with. The figure called Minjun had a towel slung around his neck but was otherwise bare-chested, a pair of sweats riding low against the waistband of his equally low-slung underwear. He was barefoot. Jonghyun tried not to stare at the way the dip of the man's spine disappeared beneath what little clothing he was actually wearing, but the dressing room was rather barren so, he reasoned to himself, there wasn't much else to look at. His back was turned towards Jonghyun, uncapping a bottle of water and taking a long draw from the contents. As soon as he tipped his head back, however, and his moderately sweat-curled brown hair tumbled back from around his black-jewelled mask, Jonghyun slowly started to put two-and-two together.
“So,” Minjun said, voice low and soft and uncannily familiar - Jonghyun finally caught up as he continued to speak - “How'd your hear about the position?”
“I didn't,” Jonghyun answered honestly, keeping his voice deliberately even and quiet to disguise the sound against the hum of activity from outside the door.
“So you were recommended?” suggested Minjun, still not facing Jonghyun as he examined the contents of his dressing table.
“Not exactly,” shrugged Jonghyun. Minjun seemed to hear the motion in his voice, and it made him bristle slightly.
“I see,” he said levelly, putting his hands flat on the table and resting his weight on the heels. A wink of gold caught Jonghyun's eye from the top of Minjin's shoulder - glitter. After a brief moment of silence, Minjun's voice returned, obviously short of patience, “You're not a dancer, are you?”
“Arguably? No.”
Sighing, Minjun tugged the towel from around his shoulders and tossed it at the arm of a worn-out old armchair. Ducking his head slightly, he dropped his right hand against the back of his neck, rubbing it in a tired sort of way. Tossing an uninterested glance over his shoulder, mostly obscured by the mask he wore, Minjun asked in a bored sort of tone, “What do you want, then?”
“Nothing,” Jonghyun replied, shifting slightly at his post in the doorway. He kept his eyes glued on Minjun as he elaborated, “I'm looking for a friend of mine.”
Minjun seemed to freeze up slightly, barely noticeable in the shitty yellowed light from the floor lamp in the corner. Jonghyun slipped his hands into the front pocket of his sweatshirt, keeping his face unreadable as he studied the other man's reaction. When neither said a word in the next few, tense seconds, Jonghyun supplied his own.
“Maybe you know him.”
It wasn't a question.
Cautiously Minjun righted himself, turning his head to finally look at the man he'd invited into his dressing room. The light was so low, though, that it took Jonghyun a moment to realize Minjun couldn't see his face. Tugging the hood of his sweatshirt away from his ruffled, unstyled hair, Jonghyun took a few steps further into the room and let the single struggling lamp light his face more clearly.
It was hard to tell with the mask on, but Jonghyun was fairly certain he saw Minjun's eyes widen beneath it. At the very least, his lips parted to allow his mouth to slacken in surprise.
After a moment to allow the shock to wear off, Minjun's shoulders dropped. He went to rub at his face with his hands, but the mask was in the way; obviously frustrated, he tugged at the ribbon keeping it secure and turned to set it down at his dressing table with a clatter. Cocking his left hip and resting his hand on it, Minjun used his right to card roughly through his hair before inhaling deeply and turning around again, leaning against the table as he finally faced Jonghyun.
“You weren't supposed to find out,” Onew muttered, rubbing at the bridge of his nose in a gesture of desperation.
“I did, though.” It was stating the obvious, but it felt necessary.
“Lock the door, would you? No one else can see me without the mask on.”
Jonghyun did as he was asked. He couldn't tell if Onew was angry or not, as the only reaction he got as the silence grew between them was Onew putting his forehead in his palms, closing his eyes, and breathing as steadily as he could. Jonghyun let him take all the time he needed; it was a shock to both of them, but Onew had been taking the biggest risk. The fact that Jonghyun had followed him was just an amplification of that danger, and it was slowly settling over both of them.
Dropping his hands almost ten minutes later, Onew finally addressed Jonghyun, though he still refused to look at him. “Do you think anyone recognized you?”
“I'm not sure,” Jonghyun shifted uncomfortably, still sweating in his heavy clothes, “I took my sweater off on the dance floor, before I realized... Where I was.”
Onew cussed softly.
“Hyung,” pressed Jonghyun, taking a step forward to keep the circulation going in his feet, “Why did... Why are you... What even... Jinki-hyung, why didn't you -”
“What? Why didn't I what?” Onew snapped, pushing himself away from the table and gesturing at the door, “Tell you that I - that I'm - this? How was I supposed to tell you? How was I supposed to tell anyone, Jonghyun? It was supposed to be harmless; you were never supposed to know. All I wanted was to come here and just hide for a while, just a few nights a week where I could be who and what I am. This is me, Jonghyun. I have to hide this every day, every Goddamn day, but here I hide what I'm supposed to be and I can just be Minjun instead. Three shows a night, three days a week when we're in the country. I don't even get paid. They're supposed to pay me, but how could I do that? I can't give them my bank information. I can't tell anyone here my real name. It's not safe, for me or for you guys.”
“Hyung, listen,” Jonghyun said as Onew caught his breath, holding his hands up and approaching his leader slowly, like he could bolt at the slightest movement, “I was out there while you were performing.”
A look of horror and embarrassment fell across Onew's face, eyes wide and wet, eyebrows high and drawn together. Almost immediately he jerked his head away, hiding himself in his hands as he groaned in absolute humiliation. “Oh, for fuck's sake!” he whined. Jonghyun was quick to backtrack.
“Hyung, wait, no, just - didn't you hear them? Out there?” Jonghyun threw a finger at the door, even though Onew was looking firmly at the wall through his fingers, “They were calling your name. They were fucking chanting it all around me. You made every single person out there want you. It was... It was sort of amazing.” Jonghyun struggled to keep the flush rising under his sweater from crawling across his cheeks, but at least now Onew was looking at him, still a little bit embarrassed, but looking rather pleased at the same time.
“Minjun is number two,” he said softly, smiling just slightly. When Jonghyun looked confused, he chuckled, “The top five performers here have the most perks. Number one is sort of the honorary leader of all the acts, but he's on leave right now because he broke his arm at his day job. So... I'm in charge while he's gone. That's why Jihoo brought you to me, and not to a manager. Jihoo's number four, by the way - I'm sure you noticed the other guys kissing his ass on the way here.”
“I did wonder, to be honest,” laughed Jonghyun, glad that Onew was finally calm again. He scratched at the side of his neck, pleased but rather sheepish, as he said, “He was hitting on me outside. Kept calling me hotrod.”
“Hotrod?”
“Yeah. Apparently I'd be a 'sweet little ride' for number four.”
Jonghyun was unprepared for the roar of laugher that comment pulled out of Onew, the older man leaning against the wall at he clutched at his abdomen in mirth. “That's totally Ji for you!” he howled around his laughter, “Oh God, you'd be just his type, too! Typical Ji-bait! Oh my God I can't believe I never saw it!”
“I'm glad my new nickname is amusing to you.”
Onew laughed again, more restrained this time, before he fell quiet. Jonghyun watched him worry a bit at his bottom lip, but sensing that Onew was about to talk he remained silent.
“I'm... Sort of jealous.”
“What,” laughed Jonghyun good-naturedly, pretending to preen, “Of my devastating good looks?”
“Not of you,” Onew smiled but it didn't stay, slipping back off his face quickly, “Of... Jihoo. How easily he can flirt with you.” Jonghyun sobered rather abruptly as Onew sighed.
“Hyung,” he said gently, “You'll get your chance. You'll find someone. There's always a way.”
“Thank you, but that's...” The look on Onew's face when he met Jonghyun's eyes, however briefly, held an old kind of sadness - not something fresh, but lasting and careworn - and it made Jonghyun's chest feel hollow, “...Not entirely what I meant. It's all right!” Onew rushed, smiling encouragingly when Jonghyun looked crestfallen, “I know what you meant, though. I promise. It's like you said, right? They were calling my name.”
“They were indeed,” Jonghyun nodded, “You had everyone wrapped around your finger the moment the music started.”
“Everyone, huh?” mumbled Onew, still sounding a little sombre. Jonghyun hummed affirmatively.
“Everyone does tend to mean everyone, Onew-hyung,” he teased.
“So,” Onew started, then paused - he looked at the wall he was leaning against, then down at his toes, then at his hands - before he continued in a voice so quiet, Jonghyun could barely hear it, “... Even you?”
When Onew's eyes flicked to his, wide and nervous as he gnawed at his bottom lip, Jonghyun's brain shut down completely before booting back up, and deciding that - even if he couldn't be honest with himself - he could be honest with Onew.
“I put on every black piece of clothing I own that was clean,” he said, doing his best to hold Onew's gaze, even though his internal fight or flight reaction was screaming FLIGHT in every sense of the word, “I even stole Taemin's sweater when I couldn't find one of mine that didn't smell like sweat and hairspray. I laid in bed and waited until I heard you leave, so I could follow you wherever you were going. If it had been anyone else I would've waited until morning, and then asked where they went. But I didn't wait. I didn't ask. I followed you here.”
Jonghyun took a few hesitant steps towards the other man, who startled slightly but remained where he was; taking this as a green light, Jonghyun took a few more. By the time he was standing directly in front of him, Onew had pressed himself to the wall, palms flat against it, as if willing himself not to go anywhere. Not about to push his luck, Jonghyun left a foot and a half of space between them and let his hands stay by his own sides, but he could see the subtle change in Onew's breathing as it came ever-so slightly faster than before. Hands still firmly to himself Jonghyun leaned into Onew's personal space, cocking his head just slightly as he locked eyes with him again.
“Everyone really does mean everyone, hyung,” he murmured, watching intently as Onew pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled gently on the skin. He restrained the urge to groan at the sight of it. Instead, he decided to be forthcoming. “This is new, Onew. I ... don't know what this is for me yet. I've always noticed you, but tonight... I actually saw you, out there under those lights. So - if you'll let me - I'd like to find out. I'd really, really like to find out.” There was a visible reaction to the statement, as Jonghyun watched goosebumps raise across Onew's shoulders. When he bit down on his lip Jonghyun's eyes zeroed in on the movement, and the question was out of his mouth before he could think about it. “Can I kiss you?”
Onew's lip slipped from between his teeth as his mouth parted in shock, but his eyes were unfocused, and they kept flickering between Jonghyun's eyes, then his mouth, and back again. Quickly, in case Onew thought he was only asking as a formality and not actually expecting an answer, Jonghyun added, “You're allowed to say no.”
“No!” Onew sputtered, immediately panicking, stammering, “No, that's not what I meant - I mean, no, I just - wait, not - that's - yes! Y-yes.” Heart pounding ceaselessly in his ears, Onew held his breath as Jonghyun settled his right forearm against the wall beside Onew's head, allowing himself the leverage to lean in close, tilting his head so their noses didn't bump together. He was considerate enough to keep their bodies from pressing together, not wanting to overwhelm the older of the two, but Onew swore he could feel the heat of Jonghyun's body against his skin anyhow. Involuntarily, he shuddered at the proximity.
The kiss was brief, gentle, chaste, and it made Onew's lips tingle for more. He hadn't even closed his eyes, but Jonghyun didn't go far when he pulled away. “Calm down, hyung,” he whispered, mouth brushing Onew's as he spoke, “I won't do anything you don't want me to.”
“Don't be so cheap, then,” it came out all in one breath, Onew forcing it out before he could rethink his decision, “Do it properly.”
Jonghyun's mouth was pressed against his before he could blink, their lips sliding together as they tried to tilt their heads the same way, but Jonghyun slipped his left hand against Onew's jaw and held him still. A gasp got trapped between them as Jonghyun tugged on Onew's lower lip with his teeth, leaving Onew clinging to the sides of his sweatshirt in case he fell over. It felt like a very distinct possibility. It seemed Jonghyun thought so, too, as he carefully nudged Onew's legs apart and slipped his knee between them. When the idea to hitch his leg up Jonghyun's thigh took over Onew's brain he let it run free, pulling their bodies flush in the process; then it was Jonghyun's turn to groan between their mouths.
“Hyung,” he panted, and Onew whined at the loss of lips against his own, “Onew.”
“Shut up,” Onew groaned, fisting his hands in the fabric of Jognhyun's hoodie and tugging sharply upwards, “Shut up, take this off, and kiss me again. And don't fucking stop this time.”
Jonghyun was more than happy to follow orders, sweltering in the heavy sweater. He leaned back far enough to tug it over his head, his racer-back coming with it and catching around his underarms; he'd barely had a moment to throw the sweatshirt somewhere behind them before Onew was tugging the tank top over his head, too, but he was not about to argue. Their legs were still tangled as Jonghyun dropped a hand to drag along Onew's thigh, hiking his leg right over his hip and wishing he could record the airless gasp it tore from the elder's throat. He let out one last strangled curse as Onew rolled his hips to replicate the feeling, and smashed their lips together desperately.
Onew snaked his arms around Jonghyun's neck, burying his fingers in Jonghyun's sleep-wild hair as he did his best to keep up with Jonghyun's frantic exploration of his mouth. He was dizzy from an immeasurable combination of sensation and heat, and the limited pull of air from his nose, but it was the most intoxicating feeling he'd ever experienced. He could feel every shift and tense of muscle against his skin, and he was starting to lose track of here he stopped and Jonghyun started. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.
The lack of air had warranted another break in their kiss, but Jonghyun moved on to sucking softly at any skin he could reach. He was working the junction between Onew's neck and shoulder, alternating a pattern between kissing and teasing nips and bites and broad swipes of tongue that had the older man shivering and gasping, nearly boneless in his arms. Pleased with the reaction, he was so focused on reproducing it that he didn't notice the wayward hands on his hips until they had wrestled his jeans open and one was palming softly at the front of his underwear.
“Shit,” he hissed, moving up Onew's neck to bite at the shell of his ear, “Hyung.”
“Jonghyun,” his name got tangled up in a moan, gorgeous and throaty and unrestrained, “Let - let me -”
“Anything,” Jonghyun growled when Onew seemed unable to finish his sentence, “Anything you want, hyung.”
When Onew's unoccupied hand pushed gently against his hip, backing him up, Jonghyun was disappointed for almost two full seconds before Onew sunk to his knees and sat back on his heels.
The very idea of Onew on his knees in front of him had Jonghyun reeling, and he had to brace himself against the wall with both hands and Onew worked his jeans and briefs down his thighs. Onew looked dazed yet focused all at once, but Jonghyun could feel the way his hands shook just slightly as he pressed his left into Jonghyun's thigh for leverage. Before he could say anything, though, Onew was inching his lips further and further forwards, Jonghyun sliding against the valley of his tongue, testing how far in he could take him.
Jonghyun temporarily forgot how to breathe. Feeling himself bump the back of Jinki's throat reminded him as he gasped for air, groaning and trying his damnedest not to lose it completely at the sight below him. Onew's eyes were shut, eyebrows creased in concentration as he pulled his head back painfully slowly, cheeks hollowing as he went. Before Jonghyun left his mouth completely he stopped, sucked harder - Jonghyun moaned, slamming his own eyes shut before realizing there was no way in Hell he wanted to miss what was going on right now and forcing them open - then let Jonghyun slide back to the deepest part of his mouth.
He had a rhythm built up in no time, purposely slow and teasing, and it had Jonghyun's arms quaking as he groaned and gasped unintelligibly. He kept trying and failing to form words, his throat dry and tongue heavy as he watched Jinki's lips and cheeks and eyes, but it seemed his sudden inability to speak in anything but bumbled half-sentences was more than enough encouragement. It got to the point where Jonghyun looked down, having slammed his eyes shut and tried to spell his own name backwards to keep his cool, and caught Onew rubbing himself shyly over top of his sweatpants. He'd moaned once around him, the reverberations in his throat travelling through Jonghyun's body and causing the hair on his arms to stand up, before Jonghyun discovered speech again.
“Onew, shit, you - stop, God, I'm gonna - hyung.”
(For the most part, at least.)
Onew pulled away with a wet sound that had Jonghyun spelling backwards again. His knees ached and his lips felt sore, but Onew licked them gingerly, feeling embarrassed and yet wholly satisfied when he could still taste Jonghyun on his tongue. He could hear his bandmate breathing hard above him, but there was so much more Onew wanted to try. A shiver fell down his back as he decided on his next request, though in the touched-out state Jonghyun was in it may as well have been an order - there was no way he'd say no.
“There's a little black tube in the middle drawer of my dressing table,” he breathed, the worlds rolling languidly from his mouth, “See if you can find it. In the back somewhere.”
Thankful for the distraction, Jonghyun tugged his pants back over his hips so he could walk to the table with the mirror in front of it, feeling a bit punch-drunk. He pulled the narrow drawer out, fishing through packages of hard candies and seafood crackers - so that's how Onew had been 'sticking' to their new diet, the little cheater - until he found a black tube with a silver screw-cap, stamped with a silver rabbit wearing a black bow tie.
“It's the club's logo,” Onew spoke with his chin on Jonghyun's shoulder, his lips against his ear, and plucked the tube from his grasp. Hi voice was slightly hoarse and deliberately slinky as he continued, “It is called The Warren for a reason. So far I'm top vote for wearing the mascot costume next Halloween; it's just white rabbit ears and a tail, a black bow tie and a pair of really tiny black shorts. I can pick my own footwear, though. Last year our number one wore the outfit with a pair of black stiletto platforms. Louboutins. He said he'd lend them to me, if I wanted. I'm not sure I could walk in them, to be honest, but I told him I'd think about it.”
Jonghyun tried to keep himself from picturing that, but the image of Onew, flushed and wrecked and begging for it in black heels and a skimpy bunny costume, was hard to resist. He had to grab the edge of the table to keep himself from losing it. Before Onew drew away, Jonghyun felt him exhale purposely against his neck.
“I'd get out of those jeans, if I were you. Oh, and no peeking until I say so.”
Tugging his boots off mercilessly once Onew had retreated, Jonghyun discarded the last of his clothing in record time, glad for once that night that the club's interior seemed to be sub-tropical in temperature. He had no idea what Onew was doing - he could imagine, sure, though that was pretty dangerous territory at the moment - but he had at least a pretty good idea what was in the tube. It didn't really take a great deal of deep thought to see why a gay club might hand out branded lube to its patrons.
A sudden sound cut through the general buzz of club noise around them - a whimper. Jonghyun's eyes went wide as he strained his hearing, listening for the sound again. This time, a harsh hiss of breath graced his ears, and Jonghyun matched it with one of his own as he realized what was going on behind him.
“Onew-hyung,” he managed, tongue feeling like lead in his mouth, “...Can I look yet?”
“Yeah,” groaned Onew's voice, slightly higher than it had been before, “But stay where you are for now.”
Slowly, anticipation buzzing in his veins, Jonghyun turned to face the rest of the room.
Onew had his chest against the opposite wall, back curved like a sickle blade, one hand at the cleft of his ass pressing into himself at a steady pace as he bit down on the fingers of the other. His sweatpants had vanished completely. When Jonghyun met his eyes, Onew moaned pointedly around the digits in his mouth.
Jonghyun had to hold onto the table again, grip white-knuckled, to keep himself upright. He'd never seen something so tempting in his life. “Fucking Hell, hyung, you're - fuck.”
“Jonghyun,” keened Onew, drawing out the last syllable and shuddering at his own handiwork, “I want you. I want you so badly.”
The urge to touch himself - touch Onew - just touch was nearly overpowering. Onew's eyes were hooded and glistening with moisture in the dingy yellow lamp light. The shallow cast from the bulb threw his body into heavy shadow, accentuating every curve and dip of his body in coal-black and amber. There were still a few scattered flecks of glitter clinging to his skin, and each time he shifted even slightly they winked at Jonghyun, almost like they were calling him like a lighthouse in a harbour. Every muscle in Jonghyun's body was pulled taught, straining as he told himself firmly to stay put, even if all he wanted was to get as much of Onew under his hands as humanly possible.
“Onew, don't do this to me,” he ground out through his teeth, eyes glued to the hand working the other man open, “I'm going to go insane if you don't let me touch you. I fucking need it, hyung.” Jonghyun watched as Onew pressed his forehead to the wall, furrowing his brow has he disentangled from his own fingers and slumped against the peeling wallpaper.
“Do it. Touch me. Please.”
Jonghyun had him pinned, wrists gathered high above his head, back to the wall, before either of them could blink. Their mouths clashed, tongues and teeth fighting for dominance as they kissed feverishly. Snaring both of Onew's wrists in one hand, Jonghyun dropped the other to his waist to pull them even closer together, though Onew didn't understand how there could possibly be any space left between them.
It would have been so easy for Jonghyun to be rough with him - Onew could feel the tension in every move the other made, the restraint it took to keep from wrecking him without reservation - but though the way Jonghyun was holding him was dominant, it was still tender and careful. Even as he pulled at Onew's upper lip with his teeth the gesture was teasing, not meant to hurt him, their kisses desperate and sloppy but so amazingly intimate that it made Onew feel like putty in his hands as Jonghyun propelled his senses into overdrive. Still, he didn't really appreciate being restrained; in retaliation he rolled himself against Jonghyun's torso, chest to hip, indulgent and calculated and designed to do nothing but torment.
The hand at the curve of Onew's waist tensed, then Jonghyun dug the pads of his fingers into the pliant flesh as far as he could without breaking the skin. He nipped sharply at Onew's jawline, pinching the skin just slightly, before barking out a warning. “Don't do that again unless you want me to bend you over the nearest flat surface and fuck you so hard you'll still feel me tomorrow.”
A smile breaking through the haze he felt, Onew rolled them together again in the same fashion, pleased with himself as Jonghyun groaned and pushed back. “And if that's exactly what I want?”
“You're such a fucking tease,” he replied, talking directly against Onew's mouth, “You're a little fucking tease and I love it, so if that's what you want, it's what you'll get.”
When Jonghyun pulled away Onew could feel himself sway on his feet, and he had to steady himself with his newly-freed hands as Jonghyun backed carefully towards the armchair in the corner. He settled into it like a king at his throne, eyes flicking to Onew's throat when he swallowed involuntarily, but otherwise giving no indication that he was expecting something.
Snatching the black tube from the floor beside him, Onew forced his legs to move him forward, still feeling slightly wobbly. He couldn't calm himself down, but he didn't really see why he should have to; Jonghyun was looking at him with his face almost entirely in shadow, the glint in his eyes clearly predatory as he watched Onew come closer. When he was near enough to touch Jonghyun plucked the tube from his grasp and dropped it on the chest of drawers beside the chair, then held out his hands, smiling gently as Onew slipped their fingers together.
“God you're gorgeous,” came his murmured voice, staring at Onew's body as if he had been crafted, rather than born, “Turn around for me?”
Onew felt the words slide against his skin like velvet, biting his lip as he did as he was asked. Jonghyun's hands let go of his to anchor against his hips, stopping him with his back turned. His breath stuttered as those hands migrated south, pausing to knead thumbs against the curve of his ass, the skin still slick with lubricant.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he reiterated, speaking more to himself. Onew swallowed a groan. He could've sworn his pulse was audible as Jonghyun's touch disappeared, then took his hands in his again a few moments later, pulling him gently backwards. The smirk in his tone was evident when he spoke again. “Come sit with me.”
This time Onew couldn't keep it down; a whine tumbled from his lips, but Jonghyun didn't dwell on it. Nervous as he'd ever been, stomach in knots and only tangling further as he moved, Onew lowered himself until he was sitting slightly forward in Jonghyun's lap. Onew's hands were guided to the arm of the chair, which he gripped hard to keep himself tethered as he felt one of Jonghyun's hands ghost down his lower back before caressing his hip. Lips peppered gentle kisses across both of his shoulders, as if sensing his nerves.
“Hyung, it's just me,” Jonghyun hummed against his neck, grinning as Onew startled at the breath over his skin, “You're all right. I'll be good to you.”
“I know you will,” he managed in return, panting softly. He felt Jonghyun press another kiss at the base of his skull, and smiled to himself; he still jumped when Jonghyun manoeuvred him backward, and something blunt and hot nudged against his backside, but the hand on his hip was massaging him softly and he moaned all the same. Jonghyun was back beside his ear, breath scalding against the shell.
“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?” Onew nodded, tilting his hips back to encouragingly. “Hold on,” Jonghyun held in a chuckle, but Onew could feel the rumble from his perch on his thighs. He heard a package being torn open before Jonghyun held it out for him to see; a black foil wrapper, the silver rabbit on the front torn across the bottom. “Found one of these. Figured it couldn't hurt. Besides,” he dropped his tone to something breathy and dark, “Now I have no reason to pull out.” Pulling the lobe of Onew's ear into his mouth, he gave it a harsh tug with his canines. It made Onew writhe against him, and the sudden friction had them both gasping.
“Don't tease,” stuttered Onew, shimmying his hips a little, “That - that's my job.” Jonghyun made a strained affirmative sound against his ear before the hand on Onew's hip tightened it's grip, and the elder had to force himself to stay relaxed as his heart attempted to escape out of his throat when another other hand gently spread him open.
He couldn't help the yelp that sounded when Jonghyun pressed into him, starting the slow, agonizing task of getting Onew seated. The nails on Onew's fingers dug into the upholstery on the arms of the chair, and he was thankful he hadn't got it in his head to grab Jonghyun's thighs instead as they clawed at the faded fabric. Jonghyun had apparently found the lube, because the cool wetness felt like it was absolutely everywhere, but it eased the burn and sting as Onew's arms shook with the effort of holding himself up. The hands on his hips kept him steady, and the whispered comforts in his ear - “That's it, oh shit yes, hyung, it's okay, I've got you” - gave him something to focus on and he fought off the prickle of tears.
Onew was comfortable enough with his own body to have been curious about this feeling, but his own fingers were nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. When he felt himself settle back against Jonghyun's thighs he moaned, and the fact that he could feel Jonghyun's hands shaking as he stroked his waist made him feel a little better as he trembled, trying to grow accustomed to... How could he describe something like this? He felt full, almost overwhelmingly so, but it was an intangible thing as much as it was a physical reaction. A wholeness in the pit of his stomach.
Behind him, Jonghyun was kissing a trail down the ridges of his spine, still chanting praise and affection as he waited on tenterhooks for Onew to adjust. Dislodging his fingers from the chair, Onew placed them on Jonghyun's thighs instead, opening his legs a bit wider to make space for his arms as he leaned forward slightly, testing the waters before pushing himself back down.
“Oh God,” he whined, his back curling as his nerve endings lit up like matchsticks. Apparently Jonghyun agreed, whole body going rigid under Onew as hands grappled at the supple flesh of his waist before sliding up and around his chest, drawing him back so their torsos were flush.
Jonghyun bucked gently, wringing out another drawn-out whine as Onew threw an arm behind him to cling to the back of Jonghyun's neck. “Fuck, hyung,” he groaned, still tilting his hips in a shallow rhythm as Onew's fingers tightened in his hair, “You're amazing. Are you okay?”
“I - ah!” completely lost to anything else, Onew dropped his head against Jonghyun's shoulder and tried to form words, but the way Jonghyun kept pressing into him made it a struggle to stay coherent, “Good. Yes. I'm - I'm okay. Jonghyun, please!”
“I don't wanna hurt you.” Onew wasn't really certain what he was asking for, but Jonghyun seemed to have an inkling and that was just fine by him.
“You aren't - you won't - please. Please.”
“Okay,” Jonghyun murmured, dropping his hands to Onew's hips and turning his head to shower the side of Onew's neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, “Okay, hyung.” He carefully lifted Onew's hips, and let him sink back down as he bucked upwards.
Onew unravelled completely. His back bowed until his skin was snug over his ribcage, curses flying from his mouth before he could even register making the sounds required. Jonghyun attached his teeth to the curve between his neck and shoulders, biting down enough to feel but not to break skin as he repeated the motion, this time assisted by Onew himself. They slammed together repeatedly until Onew's voice left the picture, his mouth open in a silent, unending moan as Jonghyun fucked into him without mercy.
That wouldn't do. Those sounds - Jonghyun wanted to hear them. He wanted to pluck them from the air and hide them in the pocket of his sweater, take them home and replay them in his sleep. Greedy for them, he slipped a hand around to Onew's front, all his reservations scattered on the ground with their clothing as he took him in hand, stroking in time with the unforgiving cant of their hips.
“Fuck!” Onew cried, giving in entirely and pressing his knuckles to his mouth, other hand still helplessly snagged in Jonghyun's hair. Jonghyun's unoccupied hand tugged them from between his teeth, though, grabbing his chin and turning it to tangle their mouths together in a messy, frantic kiss. Onew moaned and gasped constantly against his tongue, no longer needing the assistance of Jonghyun's hand on his hip to keep pace. It still wasn't enough for Jonghyun, though, as he trailed the hand holding Onew's jaw down his neck, across his clavicle, before finally brushing against a nipple.
Jonghyun's name became a breathless mantra, spilling from Onew's lips thoughtlessly as the man beneath him worked him for every sound, every shake and shiver that rattled through his body. The dirty talk Jonghyun wove against his ear between strings of moans and panting breaths, dark and luxe on his skin, were driving him crazy.
“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” the whispered worlds fell across his senses, already frazzled and overworked by hands and hips and mouths, and they only made it worse as they continued, “I knew it was you up on that balcony the moment I saw that pretty mouth of yours, hyung. I'd know it anywhere. Those lips looked unbelievable stretched around my cock - I'll remember that picture for a long, long time. I swear to God, I almost came when you touched yourself. You were trying to be so coy, trying to flirt and be seductive, but the entire time I could see you shaking at the thought of me fucking you. What it what you imagined, hyung? Having me inside of you? Because I could never have imagined you'd be like this, not even when I saw you dancing up there. I couldn't look away, you know. I was serious - you had me hooked instantly. I know you have to go on stage again, but I'm not gonna watch you this time, because I'll get my own private show right here, in your dressing room, won't I? Right, hyung?”
Onew wasn't sure if that required an answer, but he managed to keen a positive assent, a thin chain strung together with gasps and the word yes over and over between them that seemed to satisfy Jonghyun just the same.
“I'm looking forward to that. When you go out there, remember how this feels. Make them want it, hyung. Make every last one of them wonder what it feels like to touch you like I'm touching you now. Make them want you like I want you. Just remember, they can imagine you like this all they want, but they can never have you. You're mine, hyung, and I don't like to share. They can't have you.”
“Jonghyun,” he ground out, his limbs shaking as they struggled to keep up with Jonghyun's increasingly erratic movements, “Jonghyun I'm so close.”
“Good,” was growled in his ear and Jonghyun redoubled his efforts, stroking Onew as quickly as he could as the older man cried out in absolute ecstasy, “Lemme hear you, hyung. I wanna watch.”
It was only a few more strokes before Onew went rigid against him, the fingers in Jonghyun's hair gripping so hard he hissed with discomfort, but it was worth it for the musical, wrecked little moan that left Onew as he found his release. Jonghyun slipped both his hands back to Onew's waist, smearing the older's own mess across his skin as he bucked relentlessly into the unreal heat of Onew's spent form. A moment more and his hips were stuttering as his climax hit him full-force. He sagged back in the chair, Onew still draped across him, and rode out as much of the high as he could before he was completely expended. Though he didn't particularly want to, he carefully pulled himself out of the beautiful mess of man above him so he could fumble around with the condom. He tied it off and chucked it at the waste basket across the room, surprised when it actually went where it was supposed to.
After allowing them both a minute to come back down to Earth, Onew stood up on unsteady legs so he could retrieve his discarded towel so he could clean himself up. He laughed good-naturedly when he saw the smear across his left hip, wiping it away before passing the towel to Jonghyun so he could deal with his soiled hand.
With that dealt with, he crawled back into Jonghyun's lap so they were face-to-face, settling his arms around the younger's neck; Jonghyun grinned mischievously, slipping his own hands over the cheeks of Onew's ass and giving them a gentle, nearly imperceptible squeeze. Onew swatted at his sweaty chest as he laughed.
“Don't!” he admonished, though the wide grin on his face took any gravity out of his scolding.
“But you have an outstanding ass!” pouted Jonghyun, rubbing deliberate circles into the supple flesh, “I kinda wanna spank it, hyung, I'm not gonna lie to you.”
“Don't you dare, Kim Jonghyun,” said Onew in a huff, putting on a pout of his own, “I have to be back in my stage things in -” he snuck a look at the digital clock on his dressing table, “- Twenty minutes, and I am certainly not going to prance around out there with a glaringly-obvious issue for the world to see, just so you can get your rocks off when my butt bounces.”
“So afterwards, then?” Onew frowned at him, but the genuine excitement in Jonghyun's eyes dissolved it into a half-smile rather quickly.
“We'll see,” he sing-songed, swooping in to give Jonghyun a silencing kiss before he could react, then slipping out of his lap to start gathering his clothes. Throwing a look over his shoulder, Onew took a second to admire the gobsmacked look on Jonghyun's face before he slunk into his bathroom. “I'm gonna go do my make-up, I'll be right back.”
Fifteen minutes later Jonghyun was still in the same spot, though he had found the will to tug his jeans back on. His self-satisfied expression changed to something far less focused once he started dragging his eyes over Onew's performance garb.
“Hyung,” he grinned, finally rising from the chair and following Onew around the room as he grabbed a tube of lip gloss and the gem-encrusted mask from his dressing table, “Have I told you yet that you look really fucking hot in leather? Because you do.” Onew laughed distractedly, but Jonghyun could see the pleased flush blooming over his cheeks. If he had his way, Onew would get used to those sorts of compliments; he just hoped he'd always go red for him like that.
“Okay, I'll be back in, like, ten minutes,” chirped Onew, securing the mask over his face and knotting the ribbon twice as he moved towards the door, “Don't eat all my crackers while I'm gone. The candies are all yours, I got butterscotch by accident and they're really not my - Jonghyun, what are you doing?”
Jonghyun smirked deviously. He had Onew pinned against his dressing room door, hands dragging up his sides and keeping him in place as he leaned in to ravage his mouth with a kiss. He was purposely rough, nipping harshly at Onew's lips until they were sore; Onew smacked lightly at his arm when he pulled away, laughing breathlessly.
“You messed up my gloss, you horndog,” he pouted, dragging his thumb under his bottom lip to remove the ruined product from his mouth. Jonghyun just observed the results of his attentions, Onew's lips now dark and swollen, and shrugged.
“Trust me, you don't need it anymore.” His comment earned him another lenient whack, Onew blushing brightly once more. Jonghyun ducked his head so his mouth was level with Onew's ear, giving in to the temptation to flick his tongue over the cartilage before he said, “Remember: they can want you, but they can't have you,” he dragged his hand across Onew's chest before drawing back to show off the golden glitter stuck to his palm, “Go shine for me, hyung.”
“You're so fucking corny!” Onew scrunched up his nose and shoved the other away playfully, flipping the lock on the door and darting into the hall. He poked his head back in, giving Jonghyun an unreadable look. “Ten minutes. Don't go anywhere, and stay out of trouble. Got me?”
“Gotcha, hyung.” Jonghyun held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. Onew smiled fondly at him as he rolled his eyes, ducking back into the hall and closing the door behind him.
With the dressing room to himself, Jonghyun stretched languidly, then clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together, eyeing the chest of drawers across from the dressing table.
“Right, then. I wonder where they're hiding that rabbit outfit.”