Beauty of the Forbidden - 6/?- Jonghyun x Kibum
Title: Beauty of the Forbidden
Paring: Jonghyun/Kibum, Jonghyun/Jessica
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (NC-17)
Genre: AU, romance, angst, smut
Chapter: Chapter 6: Attention Whore
Warnings: Pervy stuff?
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except from the plot.
Summary: Jonghyun is bored, Kibum is curious and lust is sinful
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Beauty of the Forbidden
Chapter 6: Attention Whore
“Jonghyun hyung...” Kibum was trying so hard to catch his breath, but even something as simple as that was so difficult to do.
His body was rocking up and down, his head almost hitting his bed frame. A muscular chest was pressed against his own; fingers playing with his hard and sensitive nipple. His knees automatically went to embrace the waist of the figure on top of him; Kibum's hips jerking forward for more friction.
“J-jong... hyung...” Kibum moaned again, his penis leaking with precum. He was so close.
He was being stretched so widely, the other was just so big, and the lack of air was making him dizzy. A desperate moan left Kibum's lips when the other pinched his nipple hard; his hips moving faster and faster. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the room was being filled with nothing but sinful sounds; skin slapping against skin and Kibum's moans.
Suddenly the man raised his head to look Kibum in the eyes, his round puppy-like eyes so playful and loving.
“I love you,” he whispered before dropping to place a kiss on Kibum's panting lips, sending a unfamiliar warmness through Kibum's body. Kibum's heart started to beat even faster and his cheeks turned rosy.
“I love you too.”
Suddenly Kibum's eyes flew wide open. He was staring at his white ceiling, his upper body sweating and his lungs working hard to take in some air. When he looked down he saw what looked like a tent tent under his flowered cover. “I love you”?, he thought, words echoing in his head. I love you. He sat up and when he turned his head to his bedside table he realized he still had ten more minutes to sleep before his alarm clock would ring. However, sleeping wasn't what he had in mind as he looked at his rock hard erection being covered under his boxers. Thank God I didn't sleep over at Jinki hyung's place, he thought.
Kibum had fallen asleep around 3a.m and woke up now, three and a half hours later, and when looking at himself in the mirror he even made a face at how horrible he was looking. He used all make up he could and all hair products he owned to try and look as decent as possible. Others would say it worked but in Kibum's opinion he both felt and looked horrible. Beauty sleep was some serious business.
* * *
The metro train was full, but not full enough for Kibum to not get a seat; pretty much like all the other mornings. His job was seven stations away from his apartment and it took him about half hour to get there. What was different today though was that Kibum had barely slept and his mind was completely unfocused. Since yesterday the image of the blonde woman had taken over his mind completely. It was all he could manage to think about. Questions like, was she Korean or American?, were haunting him since yesterday night. What did her eyes look like; were they just two lines on her face (like Jinki hyung, Kibum thought) or were they round and big? Which colour were they, brown, blue, green? And her voice, was it high pitched and annoying like a five year old, or was it soft and calm like a woman? Was she a natural beauty that only used a little or no make-up at all or was she a plastic barbie doll with rainbow colours all over her face? Did she have any noticeable flaws, like one nostril being bigger than the other, crooked teeth, weird feet, an extra nipple, nine fingers instead of ten - anything? She must have because no one is perfect, right?
These thoughts were disturbing the connection between Kibum and reality and when he finally got back to earth he realized he should have gotten off two stations ago.
* * *
At work Kibum did what he could with the little strength his body had. He was so tired, both physically and mentally. So exhausted because of his work, his thoughts, his feelings. He felt that if the world would come to an end today he wouldn't even have the energy to care. He's mind was far, far away from here and he didn't even know if he replied the greetings he received or not. He decided to skip lunch just to finish his job as soon as possible and then go home and sleep. Nicole had called him somewhere around noon to ask if he wanted to go shopping after work, but he turned down even something like shopping.
He didn't see Jonghyun during the whole day. Or maybe he did but simply didn't notice, even though he doubted it. Either way Kibum was happy over the fact that they didn't see each other, considering he could look so much better than this.
When arriving home he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth before going straight to bed, not even bothering to put on underwear. It was a little past 6 p.m but that didn't matter. He was lying on his stomach, his wet hair soaking his light blue pillow and his cover caressing his undressed body. Almost immediately after closing his eyes he fell asleep.
~ * ~
The following day - Tuesday - wasn't as horrible as yesterday. Kibum looked like his old fabulous self again and he woke up without a hard dick this time.
At work he did what he always did; cleaned the floor and all other flat surfaces, the paintings, the toilets (which he did with his eyes closed pretty much the whole time). When being done with the first three floors he called for the elevator to take him up to the seventh floor. The elevator was almost full, there was still space left for Kibum to get in. To make things a little easier for both him and the people in there he smoothly made his way to the back of the elevator to not stand in the way for others who would would get off before him. As he passed he suddenly felt a familiar perfume and he looked up; his own eyes meeting with chocolate brown puppy eyes. Jonghyun and Kibum looked at each other for only a second before Jonghyun casually turned to look somewhere else, without giving Kibum a smile, a nod - nothing. The surprised look on Kibum's face immediately turned into a glare. How rude. The younger one angrily turned around, his back facing Jonghyun and crossed his arms - stupid idiot - and the elevator started to make its way up. Kibum stayed like that, arms crossed and his left foot tapping the floor impatiently, and if he had turned around he would have seen Jonghyun suppressing a grin behind him.
At the forth floor yet two other men wanted to make their way in, leaving the elevator completely full. The ones inside it took a few steps back little, including Kibum, and when he suddenly felt his back press against someone else his whole body tensed. He didn't have to turn around to know whose chest he was feeling against his back. The elevator started to move again and Kibum thought he felt Jonghyun move, taking a tiny, tiny step forward and getting yet even closer to Kibum. Way closer than necessary. He couldn't ignore how he felt Jonghyun pressing against him, Jonghyun's crotch against his butt. Kibum didn't notice how he bit his bottom lip, eyes almost closing as he started to imagine what it would feel like if the pants weren't in the way. Suddenly Kibum felt fingertips brush against his clothed ass, slowly, slowly. It was only for a few seconds; the fingertips brushing against his skinny jeans before pinching him a little and an index finger running over the seam in the centre, between Kibum's ass cheeks. Kibum turned his head just enough to see in the corner of his eyes how Jonghyun raised that hand and ran it through his hair. Not very discreetly in Kibum's opinion.
That single action made Kibum's mind go too far and let his mind completely take over. He started to remembered Jonghyun's hands and lips on him, Jonghyun's fingers thrusting inside of him, Jonghyun kissing and biting him. He remembered how Jonghyun groaned when Kibum had taken him in his mouth, making the huge, hard length slick with saliva. And to make matters even worse, he remembered his dream. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have sex with Jonghyun; if he was a gentle or rough lover? A selfish lover? A loud lover? How would it feel to have those plump lips around Kibum, how it would be to be fucked by someone like Jonghyun, in a bed, in the shower, in his office, in this elevator. Suddenly the elevator felt extremely small and so hot. Kibum felt like had to take deep in order to not pass out. He did, not caring about how the people gave him weird looks because of his loudly breathing.
No one got off at the fifth floor, so the elevator didn't stop until the sixth floor. Three men and a woman walked out, leaving a fair bit of space behind them. Kibum immediately took as many steps forward as he could, completely breaking contact with Jonghyun's body behind him. His pants were feeling a lot tighter than they should (no, they weren't too small) and he could feel sweat on his neck forehead under his fringe. He cursed in his mind for having such dirty thoughts at a time like this; a regular day at work in such a claustrophobic space. He also cursed Jonghyun for being too sexy for Kibum's well being.
As soon as the elevator stopped at the seventh floor Kibum immediately stepped out, the cool air hitting his face like a bitch slap. Instead of getting ready to clean he started looking for the nearest bathroom. Luckily for him the apron was a huge help in hiding his inappropriate bulge. Oh God, what this man did to him.
~ * ~
It was Wednesday. Kibum noticed Jonghyun's attention level towards him was below zero. He realized it when Jonghyun had walked past him without saying anything or even acknowledging his presence. It wasn't that Jonghyun didn't see him - they had even made eye contact - but he simply didn't say anything. Kibum had turned his head to follow the other one's movement, hoping to at least see Jonghyun turn to look back at him. He didn't.
When Kibum went home he thought that maybe Jonghyun had been busy. When walking past Kibum Jonghyun had been talking to another man who had been walking next to him. Maybe he was just focused on their conversation and genuinely didn't have time to say hello. Not spending any more time thinking about it, Kibum fell asleep.
~ * ~
Thursday was the same as Wednesday except from one thing; it happened two times.
Jonghyun's office was clean now. He hadn't shown up even when Kibum had cleaned the room ridiculously slow, hoping Jonghyun would be back before he was finished. But when Kibum was done there was still no signs of the older one. Sighing, Kibum left the office. The last room Kibum had left was that fatso Park Dongsoo's office and when wiping of the disgustingly messy desk Kibum got an idea.
“Sir,” he said “do you have any papers you want me to deliver? I have some time to spare.”
Kibum tried telling himself he only asked because he wanted to be helpful. He was a nice and caring person. That thought lasted for about four seconds and Kibum had to stop himself from laughing out loud. The man didn't hesitate to bring up a bunch of papers, not even looking at Kibum while doing so, as if Kibum wasn't doing him a favour. Which he was. Kibum made a note to self: Punch this jerk in the face as soon as I get a new job.
“Take these to Park Yoochun on the second,” he said and took out yet more papers “and these to Lee Hyukjae also second floor. These to Kim Jonghyun here next door and-” the last bunch of papers were so heavy the man had to use both hands, “-these to Kim Hyoyeon, seventh floor.”
Kibum side eyed both the man's papers and the man himself. Did he seriously expect Kibum to carry all these? Yeah, right.
“Sure,” he said and grabbed Jonghyun's papers. He started walking.
“Yah!” he heard the man call behind him, surprise and irritation in his voice. “Don't forget these!”. But Kibum left the room without even turning around.
* * *
Jonghyun was leaning back on his office chair, his feet on the table and the phone in his right hand. It was obviously he was not working. Considering he was talking on the phone it made it was almost acceptable he didn't say hello when Kibum entered and walked towards him. He could have nodded though or smiled just to show any signs of reaction to Kibum being there, but sure, whatever. When standing right in front of the other, on the opposite side of Jonghyun's desk, Kibum raised his hand to hold up the papers and gain Jonghyun's attention. Jonghyun stretched his free arm to take them.
“You're crazy,” Jonghyun said and shook his head, chuckling. “I don't think so, she's working till late today”.
“She” as in his girlfriend?
Kibum knew he was supposed to leave the papers and then walk out of the office. Eavesdropping was something he learned at a very young age was very rude and Kibum had never been the type to stick his nose in other peoples' business. Even so Kibum was still standing there, empty handed and looking at the man in the chair in front of him.
“Yeah, sure,” Jonghyun said and rocked his chair back and forth as he was talking. For a moment Kibum got the feeling Jonghyun completely forgot about his presence. “I don't know, I'd have to ask.”
Finally Jonghyun looked up, eyes meeting Kibum's and Kibum felt a his heart jump a little. But instead of receiving a smile, a smirk, a wink, anything, Jonghyun raised his hand and gestured him to leave. Kibum immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise - Excuse me? - but Jonghyun was too quick to look away to notice the offensive expression on Kibum's face. His attention was back to his phone. The younger glared at him, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from loudly insulting the other before turning around to leave. He really tried to not slam the door behind him when leaving, but his anger was stronger than his willpower. When he got weird looks from other people outside in the corridor he just answered with a glare.
Kibum was a person who did hold grudges and he was easily irritated (yes he held a lot of grudges against a lot of people), so it took him a while to get over what just happened. It took him a couple of hours to decide that he would act maturely and forget Jonghyun literally threw him out of his office. Okay, Kibum had thought, I don't like being disturbed while talking on the phone either. That was until right after he was done with his work, a little before 5 p.m, when Jonghyun walked past him without even glancing at him. And this time he didn't have someone next to him to distract him. That was the last straw. The rest of the day Kibum only had one sentence in mind: Fuck you, Kim Jonghyun.
* * *
That same night, while lying in his bed, Kibum's anger took a sudden turn. He had been thinking about Jonghyun's girlfriend once again; wondering what Jonghyun meant when he said “she” would work till late today. What was her name? Was she still working or was she also lying in bed now with Jonghyun?
Kibum hadn't talked to Jonghyun for three days. They hadn't even greeted each other. Was he angry at Kibum? Kibum didn't recall ever doing or saying anything that would be upsetting (nothing out of the ordinary anyway).
Or maybe he simply got tired of him?
Kibum quickly shook that thought off his head. His friends were right; overreacting was his speciality. Even though it didn't seem like it, Jonghyun was there to work, not to fool around with Kibum. It was only natural he would be focused on his work. Deciding not to draw dramatic conclusions and over-think this whole situation Kibum decided to wait and see what would happen tomorrow.
~ * ~
Friday was the forth day Jonghyun ignored him. Now it had proven; he was ignoring him. Kibum couldn't stand being ignored in general, it wasn't a problem he faced regularly because honestly Kibum was pretty hard to ignore. But Jonghyun was acting as if they didn't know each other, as if Kibum didn't even exist and Kibum was so not taking this. This whole cat and mouse game was so manipulating and it was messing up Kibum's mind so brutally he felt like he was at his breaking point. Who was chasing who now? Was Kibum the cat or the mouse now? Jonghyun seemed to be okay with the fact he hadn't spoken to Kibum for days, while Kibum felt he was about to slap the head off him. What did that mean? That Jonghyun had him wrapped around his finger? Was he giving Kibum the silent treatment or did he simply not want to have anything to do with him any more; because he hadn't managed to get Kibum in bed with him? Had he decided to stay with his girlfriend and end things with Kibum? And what about what happened in the elevator a few days ago?
Kibum realized he was scared. He didn't want to admit it because Kim Kibum was a person that never got scared. Maybe of horror films but nothing else expect from that, because Kibum never needed to be scared. He always had things planned, did whatever he wanted and he was always in charge of everything and everyone. This was driving him insane. It wasn't like him to be so dependent on someone and it wasn't like him to doubt himself. In the past whenever Kibum would suspect someone didn't like him he would mentally give them the finger and keep on with his day. Was he falling in love? Love makes you stupid and dependent and pathetic - is that what was happening to him?
Deciding to get a grip of himself, Kibum went to his bathroom and washed his face. He raised his head and looked himself in the mirror. I'm Kim fucking Kibum, he thought. No one ignores me, people who don't like me can go fuck themselves, I'm awesome just the way I am. That's right, no one ignores Kibum from one day to another, especially not someone like Kim Jonghyun. He was a winner, he knew how to get things because he knew how to fight. Kibum wanted Jonghyun and Kibum was going to get Jonghyun, because what Kibum wants Kibum gets.
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On Monday Kibum just waited for time to move faster. He was in a good mood, for the first time in what felt like forever and he was relaxed and confident. He was done cleaning a little before 4:30 p.m which left him slightly more than half an hour left before it was time to go home. He took that awful apron off, fixed his hair with water and hairspray (yes, he brought it with him to work) and washed his hands. When being happy with the way he looked he took the elevator to the fourth floor.
Jonghyun was on the phone again when Kibum entered his office and looked up only to see who the one opening his door was - without knocking - before turning his attention back to the papers in front of him on the desk. “That's a very good point, I'll make sure to mention it to him,” Jonghyun said and Kibum got surprised over how serious the other sounded. He had seen many sides of Jonghyun, but never the professional side. Kibum didn't even know Jonghyun had one since most of the time Jonghyun just seemed to goof around at work; taking small walks here and there, playing with his phone or computer and calling his friends - not really doing anything useful. But right now he looked mature, like the adult he was supposed to be, nibbling his bottom lip in concentration and using a formal way of talking. Kibum slowly started walking towards him, Jonghyun still not paying him any attention. Instead he nodded, as if the other one on the line could see him. “Of course, I understand,” he said.
Kibum was stopped when he was standing beside him and when he leaned against Jonghyun's desk he finally got his attention. Jonghyun gave him a quick and polite smile before looking away again. Too bad for Jonghyun, Kibum wasn't here for just a smile. He crouched down and Jonghyun gave him a questioning look, but was still listening to what the other person on the phone had to say. It wasn't until Kibum turned Jonghyun's chair and unbuttoned his pants that the older one reacted. He widened his eyes in surprise and immediately tried to back off but failed after Kibum grabbed his office chair to stop him from pulling away.
“R-right,” Jonghyun said, completely losing concentration of his conversation.
When Kibum pulled his face close, his nose touching Jonghyun's crotch, Jonghyun had to cover the lower part of the phone with his other hand, to not let the man on the phone hear his gasp. While he was already covering the phone he took the chance to tell Kibum to stop.
“I'll get to you later,” he said in a low voice and Kibum loved how unstable his voice was, “just give me five minutes.”
Kibum smirked, stroking his nose slowly over Jonghyun's clothed cock; watching with hungry eyes how it grew. “Too long,” he mouthed, eyes looking up at Jonghyun with lust.
Jonghyun tried to push Kibum away with one hand on the younger one's shoulder. “I'm sorry, sir,” he said and glared at Kibum in a way to tell him not to continue, “I didn't hear wh-”
The rest was cut off by Kibum pulling his boxers down just enough to expose his semi-hard penis. Before Jonghyun had the time to say anything more or try pushing Kibum away again, Kibum didn't waste any time in opening his mouth. Jonghyun's moan was cut off in his throat.
“Excuse me, n-nothing,” he stuttered as Kibum let his tongue run along the underside of the length, his right hand moving to grab the base. Jonghyun felt his own tongue go numb as he couldn't resist and looked down to get a good look. “I-I'm so sorry, but I have to go.”
Kibum gave the head a quick lick before parting his lips to suck on it, his hand starting to pick up a slow pace. Jonghyun made a final half-hearted attempt to push him away and failed, probably because deep inside he didn't want Kibum to stop. “I really have to go, sir. I'll make sure to-to call you back later.”
Knowing the fun was about to end, Kibum took as much as he could in his mouth; relaxing his muscles to not gag. While having almost Jonghyun's whole length in his mouth and while knowing Jonghyun couldn't stop looking at him, he closed his eyes and hummed - a low but still audible moan.
“Yes, yes, but I really...” Jonghyun clamped his eyes shut, his grip around the phone tightening, when Kibum's lips and hand started to move faster, “... have to go”. His voice was both shaky and irritated. Kibum knew he was irritated at the person who wouldn't hang up and not at Kibum because Jonghyun preferred a blow job a thousand times over a phone call, to no ones surprise. “I understand,” Jonghyun said in one breath. “Thank you, I'll call you back. Goodbye”. He had barely finished his “goodbye” when he hung up. A groan escaped his lips.
“You little slut.” he said in a husky voice, the hand that was previously trying to push Kibum away making its way to Kibum's hair. Kibum chuckled, his hand gripping Jonghyun's cock harder, his tongue playing with the length inside his mouth. He pulled away to speak but his hand kept moving.
“I don't like being ignored,” he purred, lips pouting in almost an innocent way and Jonghyun opened his eyes to look down on him; watching how his dick wanted to make its way back into Kibum's hot and wet cavern, Kibum's delicate fingers embracing his cock.
“What?” he asked, puzzled. Pleasure was taking over completely an so it took him a few seconds before understanding what Kibum had said. “What, no? Why... why would I ignore you?”
Kibum stuck his tongue out and gave the head a slow lick, swallowing Jonghyun's precum, and Jonghyun tensed his muscles at the sight and feel. “You haven't talked to me for a week.”
Jonghyun pulled Kibum's hair a little, an attempt to make Kibum continue sucking him, but Kibum wanted an answer first. Jonghyun groaned again, this time out of frustration. “I've... I've been busy.”
Suddenly Kibum's hand started to move slower, painfully slow, and his grip even loosened. He opened his mouth only to breathe; loving how the eager cock twitched at the hot puff of air. “I don't like it.”
Jonghyun chuckled breathlessly at his loss of control, at how Kibum's mouth and hand were making him so submissive. “I haven't ignored you, I'd never ignore you, I've just - oh fuck...”
The rest was cut off by Kibum shoving his dick into his mouth in one go, for the first time succeeding in taking in the whole length, nose touching Jonghyun's pubes. He sucked harder and harder, his hand moving faster and faster, and soon Jonghyun felt his abs tense and his hand gripping Kibum's hair harder as he finally released his orgasm.
When opening his eyes again Jonghyun watched as Kibum swallowed everything before licking him clean, his narrow eyes looking back at Jonghyun the whole time. When being finished he smirked and ran his fingers over his swollen, red abused lips, never breaking the eye contact. Jonghyun let out a weak chuckle and grabbed Kibum's shoulders to pull him up. He grabbed Kibum's waist to sit him down in front of him on his own desk. He spread Kibum's legs to move his chair closer, arms embracing Kibum by his waist and his nose reaching to Kibum's neck. He placed a wet kiss there.
“I like attention,” Kibum said. He raised his arms to place his hands on Jonghyun's shoulders.
“Attention whore,” Jonghyun smirked against his neck, placing yet another kiss there.
“And a proud one,” Kibum replied. “This is the last time I beg for it. No attention, no nothing.”
The older one chuckled again. He took the skin between his teeth, giving it a long bite. Kibum moaned weakly. “I haven't been ignoring you, I've just been busy. I'll give you all the attention you want,” he breathed, licking the abused skin. “I want you so badly”. It was said in a whisper and his voice made Kibum's head spin so fast he felt he had to grab Jonghyun's shoulder harder to not get dizzy. The hair on his arms and neck immediately rose and he had to tense his muscles to not shiver.
“I want to fuck you,” Jonghyun whispered.
Maybe, Kibum thought, that's what it would take for Jonghyun to stay with him. Maybe he could make Jonghyun want him more than the girlfriend he had at home. Maybe Kibum make him like him more than his girlfriend, choose him over his girlfriend. Just maybe.
Kibum tilted his head to invitingly give Jonghyun a better access of his neck. His fingers started playing with the end of Jonghyun's brown hair. Jonghyun always smelled so nice, of shampoo and expensive perfume.
“Alright,” he breathed into Jonghyun's ear. He kept his mouth there; letting out small erotic sighs because he loved seeing the goosebumps on Jonghyun's arms. “Without a rush this time.”
“Without a rush.” Jonghyun repeated, just as quietly as Kibum had said it. When exhaling slowly into the older one's ear Kibum thought hearing Jonghyun let out a weak and low groan. He had started to understand why Jonghyun liked playing with him so much like this. This was amazing; how Jonghyun was so sensitive to his touches, to his voice, his breath, his sounds - causing the exact same thing Jonghyun always caused to Kibum.
“I'm going home now,” Kibum said, his voice still low to not break the erotic moment. He pushed Jonghyun away a little. Jonghyun hadn't missed how inviting Kibum's voice was, how his eyes was telling Jonghyun to come with him. So, completely ignoring he actually had things to do - Jonghyun didn't finish work until 7, that was two hours from now - he didn't hesitate in leaving all his other plans and responsibilities behind for Kibum.
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A/N: Long chapter is long. All hail Jongkey sex! \o
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