boys, boys, boys; [acto tres]
Pairing: jongkey
Rating: NC-17 (juuuust to be safe. = 3=)
Waring(s): what's that word? FROTTING? maybe. I DON'T KNOW. dry humping, and it'll be good. ohohohoooo~
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"Uhm, excuse me-sir? I'm gonna have to ask you to stop trying to eat my cherry." Kibum snapped, placing his hands protectively over his sundae. It was a chilly day sometime in December (winter break from school, but their teachers were really evil, and had still given them work to do, to keep their young minds "stimulated") and snow had blanketed Valencia, all nice like in cozy white. Why Kibum was eating ice cream despite the fact that it was fucking freezing outside, was beyond everybody.
Jonghyun waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the raven in front of him. Taemin snickered and sipped his hot chocolate from his spot next to Jinki. Kibum snorted and rolled his eyes, scooping some ice cream and pointing it at Jonghyun. "You are just a perv. Don't make silent innuendos around my son."
"Hyuuuuuung," Taemin whined. "I'm seventeen-"
"Yeah, but you'll always be my little boy. Tell him, Minho."
Minho shrugged without looking up from his calculus homework. "Hmph. Jinki-hyung?" Taemin turned his attention to the older boy next to him, with wide puppy eyes, and held out his cup of hot chocolate in a silent offering. Jinki flushed a bright pink and shifted a tad awkwardly in the booth. "U-uhm. I- thanks." Jinki gently took the mug from the smaller boy- finger tips skimming across Taemin's lightly.
Jonghyun observed this with interest. Huh.
He turned his attention back to his best friend, watching as Kibum was waving his spoon around, telling some off color story to Minho, whose only indication that he was even paying attention, was the small smile that quirked his lips. Kibum took some ice cream on the metal, and nudge Minho laughing. The boy looked at the spoon, then up at Kibum, before leaning forward and taking the spoon into his mouth.
Jonghyun's stomach seemed to plummet down into the grown, and surface somewhere in China. His jaw grew tight, and the left of his chest seemed to burn as his fists clenced.
What the fuck?
Minho pulled back, seeming to think about something, and nodded. "That tastes really good, hyung." Kibum smiled widely, tugging on Minho's small ponytail, and turned his attention back to Jonghyun.
His smile fell at the boys slightly pained expression. "Jjongy?"
Jonghyun tried to coerce that green eyed, monster away. Telling himself over and over again that he had nothing to be concerned about. After all, it was just Minho.
Tall, quiet, mysterious. Gorgeous beyond fucking belief-
But that's what Jonghyun always told himself when this happened. And lately, it seemed to be happening a little too much for his liking. No one should be able to capture Kibum's attention so fully, but Jonghyun. Kibum shouldn't let his touch linger longer than necessary on anyone, but Jonghyun.
Because I lov-
He pasted on a grin (just a tad too quick; too sloppy) and waved a hand in front of his face dismissively. "Just wondering if it could honestly get any colder." he laughed for effect, and was quick to strike up a conversation with Jinki and Taemin. Minho's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, carefully looking a what just happened.
Taking the situation into his hands, he studied it under the winter sunlight filtering in through the diner window. Took into account how Jonghyun-hyung seemed to get this way whenever Kibum would lean in close to tell him how attractive Jonghyun looks with his new hair ("Not that he wasn't attractive before, you know." he would always add, despite the fact that Minho understood what Kibum meant, without him having to explain himself.). To tell him about how he's been worrying about Jonghyun not getting enough sleep.
About how he feels this strange...fluttering in his stomach, whenever Jonghyun says his name-
Minho's eyes windened a franction, but no one seemed to be paying much attention to him at the moment. But he understood. It just seemed to fall in place so easily, that Minho almost wanted to pat himself on the back. The ghost of a smile graced his face, as he leaned down to finish his Calculus.
Now that he knew what was going on, he was ready to set his quickly forming plan into motion. Yes. It really was the quiet ones.
A few nights later, Kibum sat Indian style in the middle of his bed, World Religions homework in front of him and phone nestled on one of his bent knees. He tapped his pen against his chin a few times, and then realized he had be re-reading the same sentence over and over again. "UGHNF!" the raven sighed, shoving the papers away.
Jonghyun's hurt expression from the diner a few days ago, was all Kibum had been able to think about and nothing else- much less the 330 million gods and goddesses of Hinduism. He had been wanting to talk to Jonghyun about it, just to see if his suspicions were right. Or wrong. But the blonde hadn't really been talking to him the past few days, always quick to have an excuse at the ready whenever Kibum asked him to hang out. And Minho's excuse explanation, as to why Jonghyun was being like this ("Hyung. Jonghyun loves you. Now do us all a favor and tell him you love him back. I don't want him to come slit my throat in my sleep." Minho announced over a three way calling session between him, Kibum, and Taemin. "Yeah, hyung. Minho's a really good friend, and I'd like to keep him around for a little bit longer." was Taemin's two cents.) was just....ughahagan.
But Kibum had something he needed to say god dammit, and Jonghyun was just going to have to suck it up, and listen-
I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE, JUST LISTEN TO THE RHTYM OF MY HEART-
Kibum shrieked, promptly fell backwards off of his bed, and quickly got back up to answer his phone. "Jesustapdancingfuckingchrist, Jonghyun!" he snapped into the phone. A throaty chuckle was heard from the other side. "Sorry, Kibum, I didn't mean to scare you."
Kibum leaned back against the side of his bed, and coudln't help the automatic smile that spread across his face at the sound of the boys voice. "I'm sure. So what do you want?"
Jonghyun hummed a tad over the receiver, and Kium could hear a slight tapping. No doubt Jonghyun was currently trying to think of the next verse in a new song, knowing that if he got the melody just right, the words would hit him. "I was wondering if you wanted to bum over at my place. My moms out on a business trip, and I'm bored as fuck. Entertain meeeee!" he added with a whine.
Kibum snorted, but couldn't help that small flutter of wings within the pit of his stomach. "But that means I have to walk. And it's like... minus two hundred degrees outside, Jjongy." Kibum could practically hear Jonghyun rolling his eyes. "There's no such thing, Kibum-hell's wrong with you? Go back to school."
"Pleeeease?" Jonghyun tacked that on.
Kibum clucked his tongue thoughtfully. He already knew what his answer was, but he liked to irritate Jonghyun. "Hmmm....alright. See you in five."
"Thanks, Kibummie." There was a pregnant pause, and Kibum was sure that Jonghyun had wanted to say more, but probably thought better of it. The phone went silent.
As promised, five minutes later (considering they lived down the street from each other), Kibum was perched on Jonghyun's door step, bundled up with coat, hat, and scarf, ringing the door bell. It opened not more than two seconds later, and warmth rushed to greet him. Huh. Jonghyun was looking mighty nice in that beige sweater, and his hair all tousled, and did Kibum mention the sweater? It seemed a tad oversized on the blonde, but it fit right with his black skinny jeans that were making his legs look soooo delicious right now-
'Look Mr. Minus-two-hundred-degrees, you gonna come inside?"
Kibum blinked up at Jonghyun (thankful that he had the cold wind as an excuse for why his cheeks suddenly became so red) and stepped inside. Jonghyun took Kibum's scarf and other such things from him, threw them on the couch, and they both trudged up the stairs, into Jonghyun's room.
Kibum (it being a force of habit) grabbed Jaejoongie-Jonghyun's favorite stuffed cat since he was in first grade- and flopped onto said boy's bed. Jonghyun chuckled, and picked up a pen and notebook, and sad down on the edge of the bed, legs dangling off. Kibum shifted his position, so that he was closer to Jonghyun, but had his legs folded under him. "What's this song about, Jjongy?" Kibum inquired curiously looking over the boys shoulder.
Jonghyun shrugged. "Love, I guess. Friendship somewhere thrown into the mix." He tried not to focus on how warm Kibum was next to him. Or the gentle hand that was taking the notebook from his grasp, that sent a tiny tingle of want down Jonghyun's spine, as it brushed his own. He watched as Kibum's eyes scanned through the words. Watched as the raven haired boy's face seemed to gain recognition, and met his gaze. An understanding.
"Jonghyun, I have somethi-"
But Jonghyun pressed his lips against Kibums, swallowing any words the other boy was going to say. Kibum gasped slighty into the kiss, hands finding themselves, bringing Jonghyun's face closer. And all Jonghyun could think about was how good Kibum tasted- how soft the other was. His tongue traced the seam of Kibum's mouth, proding, and a hand found itself sliding up the back of Kibum's neck, curling into the soft, ink black hair.
Kibum moved, throwing one leg over Jonghyun's so he could straddle the younger boys lap, and parted his lips. Muscles danced; mapped out each others mouths. Jonghyun brought his empty hand to rest on Kibum's hip, thumbing circles along the the bone and- holy shit, he wanted Kibum to make that noise again.
So he pressed just a tad harder, taking the boy's bottom lip between his teeth, before moving to kiss down along his jaw. Kibum tilted his head back rocked his hips forward against Jonghyun's, causing both of them to let out a slightly strangled gasp. Kibum's hands trailed from Jonghyun's cheeks, down along his shoulders and found warmth by pushing up past the hem line of his sweater. Jonghyun placed his lips against Kibum's pulse point, biting down ever so slightly, resting both hands on Kibum's hips and pushing up.
"Ngh, J-Jonghyun. A-Again...' Kibum moaned slightly, fingers pressing strokes up Jonghyun's back. And the boy was more than happy to oblige, capturing Kibum's plump lips once more, moving his hips up when Kibum moved his down-
Jonghyun couldn't think clearly. He could only feel Kibum's now sweat slick skin beneath his hands, as he rocked against him. Could only hear the way his name would tumble from Kibum's lips like it was the only thing anchoring him down. Only feel that tight coiling in his stomach that seemed to grow tighter, and tighter with each breath. And he found if stroked the boys hip bone, moved his hips just a fraction to the left, and bit just below the jaw, Kibum-
"ohgodohgodohgod-" Kibum whimpered, and their movements seemed to become more frantic. Faster, and faster. Kibum leaned his forehead on Jonghyun's shoulder and felt as the strong arms pulled him in closer-
"Kibum." Jonghyun gasped softly into the boys ear, and both of them saw bright white. Toes curling, chests heaving.
Jonghyun fell back, Kibum sprawled on top of him-head resting on his chest. The staccato beat of Jonghyun's heart slowed down gradually, and Kibum slid to lay next to him, intertwining their fingers. Jonghyun chuckled softly a little while later, squeezing Kibum's hand gently. "What were you going to say earlier, Kibummie?"
Kibum leaned up on his elbow, taking his hand from Jonghyun's to smack the boys chest properly- scowl forming on his face. "I was going to say that I love-" but Jonghyun cradled Kibum's face in hi hands, stared into wide eyes.
"I know Kibum. I know." he murmured, before meshing his lips softly with Kibum's.
Of course Jonghyun knew. Somewhere deep down, he knew all along. After all, no one knows the inner workings of your heart, quite like your best friend.
Rating: NC-17 (juuuust to be safe. = 3=)
Waring(s): what's that word? FROTTING? maybe. I DON'T KNOW. dry humping, and it'll be good. ohohohoooo~
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"Uhm, excuse me-sir? I'm gonna have to ask you to stop trying to eat my cherry." Kibum snapped, placing his hands protectively over his sundae. It was a chilly day sometime in December (winter break from school, but their teachers were really evil, and had still given them work to do, to keep their young minds "stimulated") and snow had blanketed Valencia, all nice like in cozy white. Why Kibum was eating ice cream despite the fact that it was fucking freezing outside, was beyond everybody.
Jonghyun waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the raven in front of him. Taemin snickered and sipped his hot chocolate from his spot next to Jinki. Kibum snorted and rolled his eyes, scooping some ice cream and pointing it at Jonghyun. "You are just a perv. Don't make silent innuendos around my son."
"Hyuuuuuung," Taemin whined. "I'm seventeen-"
"Yeah, but you'll always be my little boy. Tell him, Minho."
Minho shrugged without looking up from his calculus homework. "Hmph. Jinki-hyung?" Taemin turned his attention to the older boy next to him, with wide puppy eyes, and held out his cup of hot chocolate in a silent offering. Jinki flushed a bright pink and shifted a tad awkwardly in the booth. "U-uhm. I- thanks." Jinki gently took the mug from the smaller boy- finger tips skimming across Taemin's lightly.
Jonghyun observed this with interest. Huh.
He turned his attention back to his best friend, watching as Kibum was waving his spoon around, telling some off color story to Minho, whose only indication that he was even paying attention, was the small smile that quirked his lips. Kibum took some ice cream on the metal, and nudge Minho laughing. The boy looked at the spoon, then up at Kibum, before leaning forward and taking the spoon into his mouth.
Jonghyun's stomach seemed to plummet down into the grown, and surface somewhere in China. His jaw grew tight, and the left of his chest seemed to burn as his fists clenced.
What the fuck?
Minho pulled back, seeming to think about something, and nodded. "That tastes really good, hyung." Kibum smiled widely, tugging on Minho's small ponytail, and turned his attention back to Jonghyun.
His smile fell at the boys slightly pained expression. "Jjongy?"
Jonghyun tried to coerce that green eyed, monster away. Telling himself over and over again that he had nothing to be concerned about. After all, it was just Minho.
Tall, quiet, mysterious. Gorgeous beyond fucking belief-
But that's what Jonghyun always told himself when this happened. And lately, it seemed to be happening a little too much for his liking. No one should be able to capture Kibum's attention so fully, but Jonghyun. Kibum shouldn't let his touch linger longer than necessary on anyone, but Jonghyun.
Because I lov-
He pasted on a grin (just a tad too quick; too sloppy) and waved a hand in front of his face dismissively. "Just wondering if it could honestly get any colder." he laughed for effect, and was quick to strike up a conversation with Jinki and Taemin. Minho's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, carefully looking a what just happened.
Taking the situation into his hands, he studied it under the winter sunlight filtering in through the diner window. Took into account how Jonghyun-hyung seemed to get this way whenever Kibum would lean in close to tell him how attractive Jonghyun looks with his new hair ("Not that he wasn't attractive before, you know." he would always add, despite the fact that Minho understood what Kibum meant, without him having to explain himself.). To tell him about how he's been worrying about Jonghyun not getting enough sleep.
About how he feels this strange...fluttering in his stomach, whenever Jonghyun says his name-
Minho's eyes windened a franction, but no one seemed to be paying much attention to him at the moment. But he understood. It just seemed to fall in place so easily, that Minho almost wanted to pat himself on the back. The ghost of a smile graced his face, as he leaned down to finish his Calculus.
Now that he knew what was going on, he was ready to set his quickly forming plan into motion. Yes. It really was the quiet ones.
A few nights later, Kibum sat Indian style in the middle of his bed, World Religions homework in front of him and phone nestled on one of his bent knees. He tapped his pen against his chin a few times, and then realized he had be re-reading the same sentence over and over again. "UGHNF!" the raven sighed, shoving the papers away.
Jonghyun's hurt expression from the diner a few days ago, was all Kibum had been able to think about and nothing else- much less the 330 million gods and goddesses of Hinduism. He had been wanting to talk to Jonghyun about it, just to see if his suspicions were right. Or wrong. But the blonde hadn't really been talking to him the past few days, always quick to have an excuse at the ready whenever Kibum asked him to hang out. And Minho's excuse explanation, as to why Jonghyun was being like this ("Hyung. Jonghyun loves you. Now do us all a favor and tell him you love him back. I don't want him to come slit my throat in my sleep." Minho announced over a three way calling session between him, Kibum, and Taemin. "Yeah, hyung. Minho's a really good friend, and I'd like to keep him around for a little bit longer." was Taemin's two cents.) was just....ughahagan.
But Kibum had something he needed to say god dammit, and Jonghyun was just going to have to suck it up, and listen-
I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE, JUST LISTEN TO THE RHTYM OF MY HEART-
Kibum shrieked, promptly fell backwards off of his bed, and quickly got back up to answer his phone. "Jesustapdancingfuckingchrist, Jonghyun!" he snapped into the phone. A throaty chuckle was heard from the other side. "Sorry, Kibum, I didn't mean to scare you."
Kibum leaned back against the side of his bed, and coudln't help the automatic smile that spread across his face at the sound of the boys voice. "I'm sure. So what do you want?"
Jonghyun hummed a tad over the receiver, and Kium could hear a slight tapping. No doubt Jonghyun was currently trying to think of the next verse in a new song, knowing that if he got the melody just right, the words would hit him. "I was wondering if you wanted to bum over at my place. My moms out on a business trip, and I'm bored as fuck. Entertain meeeee!" he added with a whine.
Kibum snorted, but couldn't help that small flutter of wings within the pit of his stomach. "But that means I have to walk. And it's like... minus two hundred degrees outside, Jjongy." Kibum could practically hear Jonghyun rolling his eyes. "There's no such thing, Kibum-hell's wrong with you? Go back to school."
"Pleeeease?" Jonghyun tacked that on.
Kibum clucked his tongue thoughtfully. He already knew what his answer was, but he liked to irritate Jonghyun. "Hmmm....alright. See you in five."
"Thanks, Kibummie." There was a pregnant pause, and Kibum was sure that Jonghyun had wanted to say more, but probably thought better of it. The phone went silent.
As promised, five minutes later (considering they lived down the street from each other), Kibum was perched on Jonghyun's door step, bundled up with coat, hat, and scarf, ringing the door bell. It opened not more than two seconds later, and warmth rushed to greet him. Huh. Jonghyun was looking mighty nice in that beige sweater, and his hair all tousled, and did Kibum mention the sweater? It seemed a tad oversized on the blonde, but it fit right with his black skinny jeans that were making his legs look soooo delicious right now-
'Look Mr. Minus-two-hundred-degrees, you gonna come inside?"
Kibum blinked up at Jonghyun (thankful that he had the cold wind as an excuse for why his cheeks suddenly became so red) and stepped inside. Jonghyun took Kibum's scarf and other such things from him, threw them on the couch, and they both trudged up the stairs, into Jonghyun's room.
Kibum (it being a force of habit) grabbed Jaejoongie-Jonghyun's favorite stuffed cat since he was in first grade- and flopped onto said boy's bed. Jonghyun chuckled, and picked up a pen and notebook, and sad down on the edge of the bed, legs dangling off. Kibum shifted his position, so that he was closer to Jonghyun, but had his legs folded under him. "What's this song about, Jjongy?" Kibum inquired curiously looking over the boys shoulder.
Jonghyun shrugged. "Love, I guess. Friendship somewhere thrown into the mix." He tried not to focus on how warm Kibum was next to him. Or the gentle hand that was taking the notebook from his grasp, that sent a tiny tingle of want down Jonghyun's spine, as it brushed his own. He watched as Kibum's eyes scanned through the words. Watched as the raven haired boy's face seemed to gain recognition, and met his gaze. An understanding.
"Jonghyun, I have somethi-"
But Jonghyun pressed his lips against Kibums, swallowing any words the other boy was going to say. Kibum gasped slighty into the kiss, hands finding themselves, bringing Jonghyun's face closer. And all Jonghyun could think about was how good Kibum tasted- how soft the other was. His tongue traced the seam of Kibum's mouth, proding, and a hand found itself sliding up the back of Kibum's neck, curling into the soft, ink black hair.
Kibum moved, throwing one leg over Jonghyun's so he could straddle the younger boys lap, and parted his lips. Muscles danced; mapped out each others mouths. Jonghyun brought his empty hand to rest on Kibum's hip, thumbing circles along the the bone and- holy shit, he wanted Kibum to make that noise again.
So he pressed just a tad harder, taking the boy's bottom lip between his teeth, before moving to kiss down along his jaw. Kibum tilted his head back rocked his hips forward against Jonghyun's, causing both of them to let out a slightly strangled gasp. Kibum's hands trailed from Jonghyun's cheeks, down along his shoulders and found warmth by pushing up past the hem line of his sweater. Jonghyun placed his lips against Kibum's pulse point, biting down ever so slightly, resting both hands on Kibum's hips and pushing up.
"Ngh, J-Jonghyun. A-Again...' Kibum moaned slightly, fingers pressing strokes up Jonghyun's back. And the boy was more than happy to oblige, capturing Kibum's plump lips once more, moving his hips up when Kibum moved his down-
Jonghyun couldn't think clearly. He could only feel Kibum's now sweat slick skin beneath his hands, as he rocked against him. Could only hear the way his name would tumble from Kibum's lips like it was the only thing anchoring him down. Only feel that tight coiling in his stomach that seemed to grow tighter, and tighter with each breath. And he found if stroked the boys hip bone, moved his hips just a fraction to the left, and bit just below the jaw, Kibum-
"ohgodohgodohgod-" Kibum whimpered, and their movements seemed to become more frantic. Faster, and faster. Kibum leaned his forehead on Jonghyun's shoulder and felt as the strong arms pulled him in closer-
"Kibum." Jonghyun gasped softly into the boys ear, and both of them saw bright white. Toes curling, chests heaving.
Jonghyun fell back, Kibum sprawled on top of him-head resting on his chest. The staccato beat of Jonghyun's heart slowed down gradually, and Kibum slid to lay next to him, intertwining their fingers. Jonghyun chuckled softly a little while later, squeezing Kibum's hand gently. "What were you going to say earlier, Kibummie?"
Kibum leaned up on his elbow, taking his hand from Jonghyun's to smack the boys chest properly- scowl forming on his face. "I was going to say that I love-" but Jonghyun cradled Kibum's face in hi hands, stared into wide eyes.
"I know Kibum. I know." he murmured, before meshing his lips softly with Kibum's.
Of course Jonghyun knew. Somewhere deep down, he knew all along. After all, no one knows the inner workings of your heart, quite like your best friend.