Jack of All Trades
Title: Jack of All Trades
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Office!au, humor, some smut
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: Stuck in an elevator with the person you hate the most. How could things get any worse?
Working in an office is tiring. No, wait, scratch that. Construction work is tiring. Working in an office is exhausting. Yeah, it may not be a lot of physical labor, but damn, after staring at a computer screen for seven hours straight, Kibum feels like a proper ten-hour nap is in order. Urgently. He’s really not cut out for surviving off of coffee breaks (he’s starting to believe he’s become immune to caffeine, anyway), and running errands for a living definitely isn’t the most thrilling topic for, say, impressive dinner conversation.
But there is something much worse than the hours on end spent in front of a bright monitor and the dozens of paper cuts Kibum manages to self-inflict with each passing day.
And that something is Kim Jonghyun.
Kim Jonghyun works in a couple cubicles down from Kibum’s. He’s what one might call the comic relief of a bad situation. Everyone in the office is friendly toward him. Well, everyone except Kibum.
He has a good reason for hating the man. That guy is the pure, dictionary definition of cocky. It’s disgusting. Oh, you went out with your girlfriend last night? Well, Jonghyun had a threesome with two beautiful supermodels and happily got himself tied to the bed. You grew up in a rich family? Sorry, but Jonghyun spent his childhood in a private, sophisticated school where only the highest level of education had been provided. Yeah, he’s got you beat.
And it sucks because, yeah, the guy is a walking annoyance, but Kibum can’t help but grow a bit green with envy. It irks even himself that he’s jealous of such a bottom-dweller, but his emotions have a hard time staying in check, and when he wants something, he wants something. He’d like to start with Jonghyun’s life, because what with the way he talks about it, it’s pretty damn good. If it’s so damn good, though, why is he hanging around this dump, of all places? Wouldn’t he rather go travel the world or some shit than be cooped inside an office that smells heavily of fresh ink fumes?
As Kibum leaves his cubicle to fetch more copies, Jonghyun - speak of the devil… - darts around a corner, seemingly in a hurry. He nearly spills his coffee all over Kibum’s crisply tucked in button-up, but luckily manages to catch himself at the last minute. It’s a good thing, too, or his life would be in danger right now.
“Watch where you’re going, would you?” Kibum snaps as he ducks around the other man, not letting an obstacle like that get in his way of work.
“Ah, lighten up a little, huh? You’re always so cranky, Kibummie.”
While the majority of the office seems to find Jonghyun’s habit of nicknaming colleagues positively endearing, it is quite the opposite for Kibum.
“Call me that again and I’ll rip your balls off.”
“You know, I like you, Kibum. Your threats are always so ridiculous, yet they never sound empty.”
Kibum sleekly turns a corner and gets the hell out of there, not in the mood to put up with such stupidity so early on in the afternoon.
The day goes by with little to no interruptions, which is a rarity for Kibum. Time and time again, he has different people - bosses, friends, acquaintances, Jonghyun - butting in on his work time. And while he’s not necessarily a workaholic, he is indeed a perfectionist and dislikes procrastination.
He plans to leave a little earlier than usual, but not before offering to carry a box for one of the cute girls in the neighboring cubicle. She’s far too petite to carry it on her own, so Kibum decides he’ll do the job for her, throwing in the little white lie of ‘it’s okay, I’m heading downstairs anyway’.
She thanks him with a flirty giggle and Kibum reckons he’ll ask her out for lunch or a coffee sometime. Not dinner, though. It’s too expensive for his current budget and...what if she has bad table manners or is unable to provide interesting small talk? Dinners are too long, too pricey and, in Kibum’s case, very much out of the question.
“Hold the elevator,” he calls, struggling to see over the rather heavy box that he’s lugging down the hall. The lengths he’ll go to for a date…
As he steps through the double doors that had been stopped by what looked to be a male’s hand (Kibum had only gotten a glimpse), he sets down the huge, taped up box and wipes his brow, standing akimbo as he exhales a ‘phew’.
“Want me to get that for you?”
Kibum can feel his shoulders slump right then. “You’re in here? Damn...what do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?”
“It’s not like a planned to be in here with you!” Jonghyun argues, as if being locked in a small room with Kibum had been the worst possible thing that could have happened. Which it is.
“Whatever. First floor, please.”
“What a coincidence, I’m headed there, too.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. Perhaps we’re destined to be partners in crime, Kibummie. Just think, we could be really cool, hardworking co-workers if you just-”
“Don’t talk to me. Don’t call me ‘Kibummie’, and you must be delusional if you’d even fucking think I’d be partners with you.”
Jonghyun leans against one of the sleek elevator walls. “Ouch.”
Kibum rolls his eyes, then widens them as he hears the churning of machinery. There’s a moment of silence, and then the elevator stops, jamming itself on what seems to be a space between the nineteenth and twentieth floor.
“What the hell just happened?” Kibum asks, his heart thudding just that much louder against his ribcage.
Jonghyun surveys the doors, clicking the ‘open’ button before turning his gaze to Kibum again. “It appears to be stuck.”
“Stuck?! What? No! It can’t be!” Kibum rushes over to the doors and pounds his fists against them. “Help! Somebody help me, I can’t be stuck in here with this guy! Somebody, anybody-”
“Pipe down, good lord,” Jonghyun mutters, prying Kibum off of the doors and clicking the emergency call button. A distorted voice speaks to him for a moment, ensuring them that the problem will be solved as soon as possible, instructing any persons in the elevator to sit tight and remain calm.
So, of course, Kibum does just the opposite.
“I can’t believe it,” Kibum whispers under his breath, entering his panicked stage judging by his constant pacing. With Jonghyun and the huge-ass box in here, it doesn’t give much room to freely walk. “I can’t believe I’m actually stuck in here with you. Does God hate me or something?”
“Am I really that hard to tolerate?” Jonghyun asks from where he is crouched in the corner, sounding semi-offended.
“You’re...you’re impossible! That’s the only word I can use to describe you accurately,” Kibum exclaims as he faces the object of his frustration. “All you’re gonna do is brag and we both know it. I don’t think I can put up with that for the next...well, however long we’re in here for.”
“I won’t brag,” promises Jonghyun quietly.
“‘I won’t brag’, he says,” Kibum is quick to mock. “Yeah, right. That’s all you ever do. Why is now any different?”
“Well, I can see you don’t like it, so I’ll stop.”
Kibum pauses in contemplation (and he’s also slightly confused), before huffing, taking a seat on the opposite side of this too-small elevator, pulling his knees to his chest. “Well...whatever. You should.”
“I will.”
A silence drags on for a total of ten seconds before Kibum grows bored. And curious.
“Why do you do it all the time?”
Jonghyun sighs, massaging his temple. “I thought you didn’t want to hear me brag?”
“Well...I don’t, I’m just asking why you do it.”
Jonghyun hesitates, then shrugs. “I want people to like me, I guess,” he states in such a cliched manner that Kibum has trouble believing him. He seems like a different person, almost.
“...That’s dumb. Bragging is just annoying.”
“I can see you dislike it very much,” Jonghyun notices dryly, picking at his collar, the elevator getting a bit stifling.
“I do,” Kibum harrumphs, dignified. “It’s rude and stupid. I bet no one has ever talked to you like this. At least not to your face.”
“They haven’t,” Jonghyun confirms, lazily lifting his eyebrows.
Kibum feels a smidgen proud, his lips curling into a small smile. “Good.”
Jonghyun’s fingers still on his collar before they move to his tie, sliding the article from around his neck. Kibum watches suspiciously.
“What’re you doing?”
“Aren’t you hot? It’s so stuffy in here, I can’t stand it.”
Kibum shrugs. He’s never one to undress more than he has to or imperfect his clean way of dressing. And although his underarms are getting uncomfortably warm...he’ll just have to bare it for awhile longer. Help will surely come soon, right?
“I’m. So. Bored,” Kibum slurs, his cheek pressed against the elevator’s floor.
Jonghyun isn’t in a much better position, his legs propped against the wall, weight resting quite awkwardly on his upper back. “Okay, let’s play a game.”
“A game?” Kibum scoffs.
“Any better ideas?”
Kibum purses his lips and sits up, but his posture is a thing of the past now, his body language now radiating with dread. “All right, fine. Let’s play a game.”
“Okay. I spy something bitchy and annoying who only complains about me when he’s just as bad.”
Kibum doesn’t bother getting cranky, not batting an eye. “Me.”
“Yay,” Jonghyun lifts his hands lifelessly. Kibum assumes it’s meant to resemble a cheer. “You win.”
“That game sucked.”
Jonghyun hums impatiently. Kibum stares at the top of the other man’s brown head of hair, grimacing at the black roots that are growing in.
“Okay, game number two.”
Kibum deflates, falling to the floor again. “Try me.”
“What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”
“Huh?” Kibum squawks.
Jonghyun takes a pause, and only then does Kibum realize how elementary and dumb he must have just sounded.
“Is that such a strange question?”
“Well. Kinda. How is this a game?”
“I don’t know, just play along.”
Kibum tousles the hairs on the back of his neck. “I...I guess it’d have to be...when I turned twenty. I went to a club for the first time and got really drunk. And...from what I remember, a girl and I had a pretty good time.”
“You get the chance to catch her name?”
“I...I did, but I don’t remember,” Kibum guiltily admits.
Jonghyun actually laughs. “That’s funny, I wouldn’t expect that from someone as uptight as you.”
“Yah…” Kibum warns.
“Okay, okay,” chuckles Jonghyun, then continues with, “I guess mine would have to be...hmm, I dunno...there’s so many to choose from…”
“Here we go,” Kibum sighs with an eye-roll, flopping onto his back this time instead. “I don’t wanna hear about you making out with some girl while simultaneously getting head. Gross.”
“I wasn’t going to say that...where did you hear that?”
“Who hasn’t heard it? News travels fast in this place.”
“I think you’re just a gossipy whore, Kibummie.”
Kibum sits up, then rams the heel of his foot right between Jonghyun’s legs. Jonghyun doesn’t talk for another fifteen minutes (save for whimpers of pain).
“What’s in that box?”
“I dunno.”
“You’re delivering it, but you don’t know what’s in it?”
Kibum, leaning against said box, tips his head back to glance at it as if that would help determine its contents. “It’s somebody else’s box, not mine.”
“Then why do you have it?”
“Because I’m a gentleman.”
Jonghyun stares comprehendingly before letting out a drawn out, amused ‘oh’. “So, you just got it to impress some chick, huh?”
Kibum shrugs, not denying it.
“I see. Smooth, Kim, smooth.”
Kibum scoffs, but there’s hardly any energy in it. “Too bad I’m going to spend all eternity in here, so I’ll never be able to take her out. Man, I’d even considering going to dinner with her right now...I’m so hungry…”
“I am, too,” Jonghyun confesses, clutching his stomach.
Kibum whines and bumps his head against the box. “This is torture...why haven’t they fixed the elevator yet…”
“Don’t ask me,” Jonghyun grumbles, seemingly on the same level of irritation as Kibum now, the two of them clearly fed up.
“If we don’t make it outta here, can I eat your leg or something?”
“I don’t think it’d taste very good.”
Kibum groans. “You can eat something of mine.”
Silence ensues, and Kibum, who’d closed his eyes while bellyaching quite immaturely against the box, lifts his head. Jonghyun meets his eyes before he crawls forward, and Kibum doesn’t have time to process it when the other man's surprisingly sharp teeth sink into the column of his sweaty neck.
He moans.
Jonghyun draws away, blinking.
Kibum stares for point-three seconds before instincts take over and he once again targets Jonghyun’s balls.
“Dude, I’m never gonna be able to have kids because of you!”
“Shut up,” Kibum snaps, in his same position against the box, though angled slightly further away from Jonghyun, absolutely humiliated by his earlier reaction. His face is still cooling down. “If you weren’t such an idiot, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“I was just making a joke.”
“I wasn’t laughing.”
“You were moaning.”
Kibum clenches his fists, his face burning.
“Shut the hell up! It...it was an accident, okay? It hurt, that’s why I made a noise.”
“Justified,” Jonghyun reasons sarcastically.
“I’m being fucking serious, prick,” Kibum spits, near his breaking point.
Poor Jonghyun is still cradling himself between his legs. “All right, I got it. No more nicknames, no more biting. Just please don’t hurt my balls again.”
“We’ll see,” is all Kibum mumbles.
“Okay, tell me about it.”
“Huh?” Jonghyun responds, sounding half-asleep. Kibum’s phone informs him that it’s getting late, so he understands the other man’s fatigue.
“The threesome. How did it feel?”
“Oh, so now you’re initiating the man-to-man talk?”
“If you want to call it that, yes,” Kibum surrenders, too used to Jonghyun’s antics now to put up a fight.
“Well, it was…”
Kibum waits. “Yes?”
“Um…”
“...Indescribable?”
Jonghyun is quiet for a long time. “Not...exactly.”
Kibum pieces together different things in his mind, like how Jonghyun’s behavior is suddenly strange and reserved and, hey, didn’t he say he wanted people to like him?
“You...never did it, did you?”
Jonghyun shrinks a little more toward the corner of the elevator, shaking his head in shame. “No. I didn’t.”
He looks embarrassed, but Kibum is rather refreshed to know that something as meaningless as that hadn’t truly happened. “So...I bet you’re more of a romantic, right? You just conceal it with all of those elaborate lies and stories.”
“I guess,” Jonghyun mutters.
Not expecting such an unenthused response, Kibum’s eyebrows draw together. He waits in perhaps another minute of silence before asking, “Jonghyun?”
“Hmm?”
“You a virgin?”
Jonghyun pauses. “Yeah.”
“Oh.”
“...”
“...”
Kibum clears his throat. “Look, that’s...that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Not at all. In fact, you should feel proud.”
“Proud that I have to turn my entire life story upside-down just to look good? That I have to lie to fit in and pretend I’m some sort of sex god just so I won’t be all alone? Do you know how terrified I was to come to the city and work here, Kibum?”
His sudden, rushed tone catches Kibum off-guard. “I...no, I didn’t know that. But...I was scared, too. I think everyone is, at first,” he says, unsure of why he’s attempting to comfort this guy. Maybe it’s just because he looks so pitiful over there in his own personal sulking corner. “And...you don’t need lies for people to befriend you. I’ll be your friend.” What’s he saying again?
Jonghyun glances up through his hair. “You will?”
“I will,” Kibum nods, sincere.
Jonghyun doesn’t smile, but his eyes look sort of shimmery with hope. It’s pretty. “Okay.”
Kibum scratches his head. “Okay.”
“Kai...Bai...Bo!”
“I win again.”
“That’s like the eightieth time in a row,” Jonghyun groans.
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” Kibum chuckles.
“If we played real games, I’d crush you.”
“Real as in...video games?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you’re sadly mistaken, my friend,” Kibum smirks, his backside perched delicately atop the big box. “I’m awesome at video games. Fighting, platformers, RPGs, you name it.”
“Now who’s bragging?”
“Hush,” Kibum prods Jonghyun’s ankle with his toes.
Jonghyun is sprawled on the elevator floor, his eyes drifting over until they catch onto Kibum’s. He gazes blankly for awhile before shedding a cheeky little smile, mirthy eyes and all.
“Lemme come over and play sometime.”
“I...what?”
“We’re friends, right? I think friends play video games together.”
“Well...that they do,” Kibum laughs almost nervously.
“So...I need to come over sometime so we can see who will kick who’s ass,” Jonghyun declares, and while his voice is as strong and arrogant as always, his demeanor has withered into something a little more insecure.
Kibum offers a real smile. It may just be the first one he’s ever willingly directed toward Kim Jonghyun. “Okay. But I’ve already kicked you in your balls twice. I don’t mind kicking your ass, too.”
To his surprise, Jonghyun laughs.
“All right, it’s too hot, I’m starving, and I’m tired.”
“If you’re so hot, why not undress?” says Jonghyun breezily as he strips down into only a tight, black wifebeater, as if to set an example. His black slacks, however, are thankfully still in place on his body. “I don’t get why you sit there and complain when you can just fix the problem.”
“It...it isn’t fixing the problem.”
“It feels a lot better, trust me,” Jonghyun murmurs, looking all too cool as he tosses his shirt beside his tie, a messy pile of sweaty clothes forming in the corner.
Kibum huffs, then, to prove a point (because he’s too proud to back down from something like this), he begins unbuttoning his shirt. After a couple of minutes, he’s shirtless, his white top from before folded beside him neatly.
“No undershirt?”
Kibum shrugs, actually feeling a lot better. “I’m glad I didn’t wear one. Kinda feels like I’m one-upping you because I’m just that much more naked.”
Jonghyun reaches for the hem of his wifebeater, but Kibum stops him.
“Jonghyun, don’t even. I’m not getting naked with you in a godforsaken elevator, of all places.”
The other man obediently lowers his hands.
Kibum unconsciously scrutinizes him, quite transfixed by the size of his muscles. He’d never seen them considering Jonghyun looked rather tiny in anything that had sleeves.
“What’re you looking at?”
“Muscles,” Kibum provides shamelessly. “It’s seriously crazy that you’ve never had sex. Not trying to offend you, I just...you seem so…”
“Irresistible?” Jonghyun smirks.
“Psh, you wish.”
Jonghyun merely chuckles.
But Kibum presses on. “I just...I mean, you could have any girl you want, couldn’t you? There wasn’t one you liked?”
“I suppose not,” shrugs the other man, as if he didn’t really know himself.
“You’re really okay with just jerking off all the time?”
“Who says I do it all the time?”
Kibum glances at the still-closed doors, eyeing his distorted, golden reflection and becoming a little embarrassed about his nakedness a minute too late.
“I just think it’s a little strange, that’s all.”
Jonghyun sighs and rests his head against one of the four walls, one of his arms draped over a knee. “Yeah, I know it’s weird. I just...I want it to be special.”
Kibum can’t help but crack a dimpled smile. “Aw.”
Jonghyun nearly blushes. “Stop making fun of me.”
“I’m not,” Kibum insists honestly, “I think that’s really...sweet of you, Jonghyun. The girl who you finally choose to do it with will really appreciate that.”
“Or she’ll think I’m lame,” pitches Jonghyun in a grumble.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum says in a motherly tone, giving the other man a look. “Believe me, girls like that. And if you’re with a girl that you truly want to do it with, then...it’ll be even more special.”
Jonghyun takes a grand pause before lightly kicking at one of the walls. “I wanna do it,” he whines, his immature tone unexpected during such a conversation.
Kibum blinks before grinning. “Sexually frustrated, eh? It’s cool, we’ve all been there. I knew jerking off couldn’t satisfy you.”
Jonghyun looks at the other man dully. “At least you’ve had sex. When’s the last time?”
Kibum wracks his brain. “I’d say it’s been around two months.”
“Do you do it often?”
“Not often,” Kibum shrugs. “Only when I really like someone. Or when I’m really, really drunk.”
Jonghyun grins wickedly. “I gotta get you drunk sometime, then.”
“And what’re you implying?” Kibum finds himself playing along.
“I dunno, I’d like to see how you act. Bet you’d be all over me.”
“Oh, you wish.”
Jonghyun smiles as if he’s prepared to spill a tantalizing secret. “If you’re that horny and drunk, you wouldn’t care.”
Kibum scoffs. “I admit that when I get drunk, I become very needy and a little girlish, but it’s quite the opposite when I’m sober.”
“Oh?”
Kibum’s brow twitches at Jonghyun’s intrigued tone. “Very much so,” he resumes, “I’m...a tiger. Yeah.”
Jonghyun bursts into hysterical laughter, managing to topple over onto the floor only to continue his giggling fit.
Kibum’s cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Yah…”
But Jonghyun doesn’t listen, only laughing and laughing and laughing. “A tiger, huh? God, Kibum, you’re something else.”
“Does using ‘tiger’ to describe myself in bed really strike you as that funny?”
“It’s just the fact that it’s you,” Jonghyun clarifies as he sits up, still smiling. “I like this side of you. I didn’t know it existed. I thought all you cared about was work.”
“Well...” Kibum hugs his knees to his chest, now feeling a little too exposed. “Now you know that I’m actually a super cool guy.”
“Super cool,” Jonghyun agrees humorously, but the words seem genuine.
“Maybe we should take a nap?”
“That’s actually a pretty good idea. I’m about to pass out, anyway.”
“Well...hopefully when we wake up, help will be here,” Kibum says, doing his best to get comfortable on the dirty elevator floor.
“Yeah.”
Kibum ends up dozing off after that.
He wakes up, but not because the doors are being pried open and his life is being saved. No, he wakes up because there’s a hot, wet tongue tracing over his collarbones and it’s a little ticklish but also relaxing.
His arms reflexively shoot up to grip Jonghyun’s shoulders, attempting to tear the man off of him. But Jonghyun seems determined and continues his wet path of sloppy kisses down to the center of Kibum’s trembling abdomen.
“What the fuck, man?” Kibum screeches. Jonghyun lifts his head, his eyes dark and yearning.
“I had a wet dream,” he supplies as a defense, but Kibum isn’t having any of it.
“So you think it’s fine to just molest me while I’m sleeping? The fuck is wrong with you?!”
“I woke up, looked over at you and saw your skin, thought, ‘wow, he has nice skin, I want to lick it’, so I did.”
“You creep,” Kibum whispers, scrambling backwards until his bare back hits the cool wall. He shivers unintentionally. “What happened to the most special first time and all that?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck. I just said I wanted to lick you.”
Kibum groans into his hands. “You’re impossible…”
“So I’ve been told,” Jonghyun pipes up airily.
“Look,” Kibum drops his hands. “I’m not easy. Not at all. And I’m not going to let something like this happen just because you got a little too horny and the only thing in reach was me. I’m not something you can just use as a better method of getting off. It doesn’t work that way, Jonghyun. So you’d better back off, or just tell me what the fuck’s going on because I’m not putting up with shit like this.”
Jonghyun looks at a loss. “I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that while you were sleeping.”
“You shouldn’t have done it at all,” Kibum corrects sternly.
Jonghyun nods, lowering his gaze. “It’s just...it isn’t like that. It isn’t like what you said. I didn’t do that to you just because it was convenient, I...I had a dream about you.”
Kibum is utterly aghast. “What?” he asks, paling.
“My dream was about you sucking me off, so naturally, when I woke up and saw you there, half-naked, I couldn’t really help myself.” He surprises Kibum yet again when he ducks into an apologetic bow. “I’m sorry.”
Kibum’s face is on fire right now. “I...I see. Well...that makes things a little better, but no more molesting me like that.”
“Understood.”
Kibum has never been in a more awkward situation.
The awkwardness wears off after about five minutes, though, because five minutes later, Kibum is on his feet, pressing Jonghyun against one of the walls, rutting his hips enticingly slow.
Jonghyun whines like a bitch in heat, his hands grappling uselessly at the wall, searching for purchase each time, but always coming up empty. It’s endearing.
Kibum grabs a fistful of Jonghyun’s chestnut hair and yanks his head to the side for a better angle, hungrily sinking his teeth into the flesh of Jonghyun’s neck. The shorter man gasps, reflexively shifting his hips back.
“Now who’s moaning, hm?” teases Kibum in a low, sultry voice, trailing a hand across the front of Jonghyun’s shirt that is now sticking to his skin, slick with sweat. “Such a hypocrite, aren’t you?”
Jonghyun grumbles something against the wall and Kibum smirks in reply, getting a good grip on the other man’s slim hips, peppering kisses and bites across the back of his neck. He isn’t sure what he’s doing. Not at all. He might regret it later, but being stuck in an elevator with Kim Jonghyun for hours can do things to people. Crazy things. So, technically, no, it isn’t Kibum’s fault this is happening.
Turning Jonghyun around, Kibum pushes at his shoulders to coax him to the floor. He leans back against the wall as they swap positions, seeking support when Jonghyun quite eagerly works him out of his pants.
All it takes is Jonghyun’s thick lips thinning around the tip of Kibum’s shaft to have the latter shuddering violently, his knees weakening toward the pleasure.
“Look at this,” he breathes, fondly petting Jonghyun’s hair, occasionally caressing him beneath his chin. “In your dream, I sucked you off, but look at what’s happening now…”
Jonghyun hums out a noncommittal sound around him. Chuckling, Kibum pulls away, opting to instead trace the kneeling man’s puffy lips with the tip of his dick. Jonghyun whines and tries to snag his lips around it, but only earns a wet little slap on the cheek in return. He’s practically drooling for it, which, in turn, makes Kibum practically drool for Jonghyun.
“All right, you can have it. But I want you to swallow every drop, hear me?” Kibum says, voice rough and husky with lust. Jonghyun nods, parts his loyal lips and happily goes back to work.
Kibum leans against the box again, breathless.
Jonghyun, equally breathless, is still on the floor, hacking every now and then. Well, it’s his first time doing that, Kibum doesn’t blame him.
They lock gazes after a moment.
“Um…”
“So…”
Kibum is mortified.
“I’m sorry about that. Um...at least...we didn’t go all the way or anything,” Kibum breathes, still coming down from his peak.
The wall and floor is dotted with sticky release from when Jonghyun had touched himself during the blowjob. He wipes it up with his wifebeater, then balls up the fabric. "Yeah. Uh…”
For once, the great Kim Jonghyun is actually speechless.
Kibum feels like he has a right to be proud. “Did I take your breath away, Kim?” he jokes.
Jonghyun merely looks away shyly, his eyes a little dazed as he traces the tip of his finger over his lips, the sensations of what happened moments ago probably still tingling along his mouth.
Kibum resists being the molester this time.
“‘Bout time,” Kibum mutters as he finally takes his first step out of the elevator that he’d been cooped inside of for hours. Jonghyun follows behind him, the both of them fully dressed (disregarding the dirty undershirt Jonghyun is carrying) and looking a little more groomed in order to avoid suspicion.
Kibum storms out of the building without the damn box, not even thanking the guys who’d finally gotten them out of there. Jonghyun takes responsibility to offer bows to the men before catching up with his coworker.
“Hey.”
Kibum is outside now, headed toward his car. “What.”
“Look, I...you seem really...you mad at me?”
Kibum fires Jonghyun a sharp glance. When he sees how pathetic the other man looks, he sighs. “No. I’m not mad, sorry. Just a little...jumbled. I guess.”
“I am, too,” Jonghyun confesses.
They stop beside Kibum’s car, the latter’s hand pausing on the door’s handle.
“Just what do you want, Jonghyun?” he whispers despite there being no one around at his hour aside from them.
Jonghyun looks Kibum straight in the eye. “I don’t want this to be a mistake.”
Kibum’s eyes widen.
“I liked what happened and I’d do it all over again. I...hell, I think I like you, Kibum. You’re smart and funny and I really like being around you.”
“We’re...friends, Jonghyun,” Kibum blankly states.
“Couldn’t we be more?”
Kibum chews the corner of his lip, uncertain if he should get involved with this. He might regret it…
“Please, you know I wouldn’t be saying this unless I meant it. You’re just really amazing and I want to spend more time with-”
Kibum pecks his lips.
Jonghyun blinks, then leans up for another kiss. Then another. And another.
And soon enough they’re making out quite furiously with Kibum’s back pressed against his car’s door, Jonghyun eagerly licking and moaning his way into his mouth. It’s...seriously unlike anything Kibum has ever experienced. He’d never craved someone so badly before, even with past lovers.
They break apart to catch their breaths, all of Jonghyun’s weight relying on Kibum.
“So, you reconsidered, I’m guessing?”
Kibum mechanically moves Jonghyun a good foot away. “I...yeah.” He’s a little out of breath. “Okay, Jonghyun, let’s try this. But if I’m too high-maintenance, remember that this was your idea."
Jonghyun snickers. “Deal. I’ll see you soon, then, Tiger.”
Kibum blushes, absently searching out his car’s door handle to finally tug it open. “A little cocky for a virgin, aren’t you?” he calls in a final attempt at a decent comeback as he watches his coworker walk toward the opposite side of the parking lot.
Jonghyun glances playfully over his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll be one for long.”
A/N: just a little smutty smut i wrote to cure my keyhyun cravings. and also i wanted to write some humor, hopefully it worked, lol.
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Office!au, humor, some smut
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: Stuck in an elevator with the person you hate the most. How could things get any worse?
Working in an office is tiring. No, wait, scratch that. Construction work is tiring. Working in an office is exhausting. Yeah, it may not be a lot of physical labor, but damn, after staring at a computer screen for seven hours straight, Kibum feels like a proper ten-hour nap is in order. Urgently. He’s really not cut out for surviving off of coffee breaks (he’s starting to believe he’s become immune to caffeine, anyway), and running errands for a living definitely isn’t the most thrilling topic for, say, impressive dinner conversation.
But there is something much worse than the hours on end spent in front of a bright monitor and the dozens of paper cuts Kibum manages to self-inflict with each passing day.
And that something is Kim Jonghyun.
Kim Jonghyun works in a couple cubicles down from Kibum’s. He’s what one might call the comic relief of a bad situation. Everyone in the office is friendly toward him. Well, everyone except Kibum.
He has a good reason for hating the man. That guy is the pure, dictionary definition of cocky. It’s disgusting. Oh, you went out with your girlfriend last night? Well, Jonghyun had a threesome with two beautiful supermodels and happily got himself tied to the bed. You grew up in a rich family? Sorry, but Jonghyun spent his childhood in a private, sophisticated school where only the highest level of education had been provided. Yeah, he’s got you beat.
And it sucks because, yeah, the guy is a walking annoyance, but Kibum can’t help but grow a bit green with envy. It irks even himself that he’s jealous of such a bottom-dweller, but his emotions have a hard time staying in check, and when he wants something, he wants something. He’d like to start with Jonghyun’s life, because what with the way he talks about it, it’s pretty damn good. If it’s so damn good, though, why is he hanging around this dump, of all places? Wouldn’t he rather go travel the world or some shit than be cooped inside an office that smells heavily of fresh ink fumes?
As Kibum leaves his cubicle to fetch more copies, Jonghyun - speak of the devil… - darts around a corner, seemingly in a hurry. He nearly spills his coffee all over Kibum’s crisply tucked in button-up, but luckily manages to catch himself at the last minute. It’s a good thing, too, or his life would be in danger right now.
“Watch where you’re going, would you?” Kibum snaps as he ducks around the other man, not letting an obstacle like that get in his way of work.
“Ah, lighten up a little, huh? You’re always so cranky, Kibummie.”
While the majority of the office seems to find Jonghyun’s habit of nicknaming colleagues positively endearing, it is quite the opposite for Kibum.
“Call me that again and I’ll rip your balls off.”
“You know, I like you, Kibum. Your threats are always so ridiculous, yet they never sound empty.”
Kibum sleekly turns a corner and gets the hell out of there, not in the mood to put up with such stupidity so early on in the afternoon.
The day goes by with little to no interruptions, which is a rarity for Kibum. Time and time again, he has different people - bosses, friends, acquaintances, Jonghyun - butting in on his work time. And while he’s not necessarily a workaholic, he is indeed a perfectionist and dislikes procrastination.
He plans to leave a little earlier than usual, but not before offering to carry a box for one of the cute girls in the neighboring cubicle. She’s far too petite to carry it on her own, so Kibum decides he’ll do the job for her, throwing in the little white lie of ‘it’s okay, I’m heading downstairs anyway’.
She thanks him with a flirty giggle and Kibum reckons he’ll ask her out for lunch or a coffee sometime. Not dinner, though. It’s too expensive for his current budget and...what if she has bad table manners or is unable to provide interesting small talk? Dinners are too long, too pricey and, in Kibum’s case, very much out of the question.
“Hold the elevator,” he calls, struggling to see over the rather heavy box that he’s lugging down the hall. The lengths he’ll go to for a date…
As he steps through the double doors that had been stopped by what looked to be a male’s hand (Kibum had only gotten a glimpse), he sets down the huge, taped up box and wipes his brow, standing akimbo as he exhales a ‘phew’.
“Want me to get that for you?”
Kibum can feel his shoulders slump right then. “You’re in here? Damn...what do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?”
“It’s not like a planned to be in here with you!” Jonghyun argues, as if being locked in a small room with Kibum had been the worst possible thing that could have happened. Which it is.
“Whatever. First floor, please.”
“What a coincidence, I’m headed there, too.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. Perhaps we’re destined to be partners in crime, Kibummie. Just think, we could be really cool, hardworking co-workers if you just-”
“Don’t talk to me. Don’t call me ‘Kibummie’, and you must be delusional if you’d even fucking think I’d be partners with you.”
Jonghyun leans against one of the sleek elevator walls. “Ouch.”
Kibum rolls his eyes, then widens them as he hears the churning of machinery. There’s a moment of silence, and then the elevator stops, jamming itself on what seems to be a space between the nineteenth and twentieth floor.
“What the hell just happened?” Kibum asks, his heart thudding just that much louder against his ribcage.
Jonghyun surveys the doors, clicking the ‘open’ button before turning his gaze to Kibum again. “It appears to be stuck.”
“Stuck?! What? No! It can’t be!” Kibum rushes over to the doors and pounds his fists against them. “Help! Somebody help me, I can’t be stuck in here with this guy! Somebody, anybody-”
“Pipe down, good lord,” Jonghyun mutters, prying Kibum off of the doors and clicking the emergency call button. A distorted voice speaks to him for a moment, ensuring them that the problem will be solved as soon as possible, instructing any persons in the elevator to sit tight and remain calm.
So, of course, Kibum does just the opposite.
“I can’t believe it,” Kibum whispers under his breath, entering his panicked stage judging by his constant pacing. With Jonghyun and the huge-ass box in here, it doesn’t give much room to freely walk. “I can’t believe I’m actually stuck in here with you. Does God hate me or something?”
“Am I really that hard to tolerate?” Jonghyun asks from where he is crouched in the corner, sounding semi-offended.
“You’re...you’re impossible! That’s the only word I can use to describe you accurately,” Kibum exclaims as he faces the object of his frustration. “All you’re gonna do is brag and we both know it. I don’t think I can put up with that for the next...well, however long we’re in here for.”
“I won’t brag,” promises Jonghyun quietly.
“‘I won’t brag’, he says,” Kibum is quick to mock. “Yeah, right. That’s all you ever do. Why is now any different?”
“Well, I can see you don’t like it, so I’ll stop.”
Kibum pauses in contemplation (and he’s also slightly confused), before huffing, taking a seat on the opposite side of this too-small elevator, pulling his knees to his chest. “Well...whatever. You should.”
“I will.”
A silence drags on for a total of ten seconds before Kibum grows bored. And curious.
“Why do you do it all the time?”
Jonghyun sighs, massaging his temple. “I thought you didn’t want to hear me brag?”
“Well...I don’t, I’m just asking why you do it.”
Jonghyun hesitates, then shrugs. “I want people to like me, I guess,” he states in such a cliched manner that Kibum has trouble believing him. He seems like a different person, almost.
“...That’s dumb. Bragging is just annoying.”
“I can see you dislike it very much,” Jonghyun notices dryly, picking at his collar, the elevator getting a bit stifling.
“I do,” Kibum harrumphs, dignified. “It’s rude and stupid. I bet no one has ever talked to you like this. At least not to your face.”
“They haven’t,” Jonghyun confirms, lazily lifting his eyebrows.
Kibum feels a smidgen proud, his lips curling into a small smile. “Good.”
Jonghyun’s fingers still on his collar before they move to his tie, sliding the article from around his neck. Kibum watches suspiciously.
“What’re you doing?”
“Aren’t you hot? It’s so stuffy in here, I can’t stand it.”
Kibum shrugs. He’s never one to undress more than he has to or imperfect his clean way of dressing. And although his underarms are getting uncomfortably warm...he’ll just have to bare it for awhile longer. Help will surely come soon, right?
“I’m. So. Bored,” Kibum slurs, his cheek pressed against the elevator’s floor.
Jonghyun isn’t in a much better position, his legs propped against the wall, weight resting quite awkwardly on his upper back. “Okay, let’s play a game.”
“A game?” Kibum scoffs.
“Any better ideas?”
Kibum purses his lips and sits up, but his posture is a thing of the past now, his body language now radiating with dread. “All right, fine. Let’s play a game.”
“Okay. I spy something bitchy and annoying who only complains about me when he’s just as bad.”
Kibum doesn’t bother getting cranky, not batting an eye. “Me.”
“Yay,” Jonghyun lifts his hands lifelessly. Kibum assumes it’s meant to resemble a cheer. “You win.”
“That game sucked.”
Jonghyun hums impatiently. Kibum stares at the top of the other man’s brown head of hair, grimacing at the black roots that are growing in.
“Okay, game number two.”
Kibum deflates, falling to the floor again. “Try me.”
“What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”
“Huh?” Kibum squawks.
Jonghyun takes a pause, and only then does Kibum realize how elementary and dumb he must have just sounded.
“Is that such a strange question?”
“Well. Kinda. How is this a game?”
“I don’t know, just play along.”
Kibum tousles the hairs on the back of his neck. “I...I guess it’d have to be...when I turned twenty. I went to a club for the first time and got really drunk. And...from what I remember, a girl and I had a pretty good time.”
“You get the chance to catch her name?”
“I...I did, but I don’t remember,” Kibum guiltily admits.
Jonghyun actually laughs. “That’s funny, I wouldn’t expect that from someone as uptight as you.”
“Yah…” Kibum warns.
“Okay, okay,” chuckles Jonghyun, then continues with, “I guess mine would have to be...hmm, I dunno...there’s so many to choose from…”
“Here we go,” Kibum sighs with an eye-roll, flopping onto his back this time instead. “I don’t wanna hear about you making out with some girl while simultaneously getting head. Gross.”
“I wasn’t going to say that...where did you hear that?”
“Who hasn’t heard it? News travels fast in this place.”
“I think you’re just a gossipy whore, Kibummie.”
Kibum sits up, then rams the heel of his foot right between Jonghyun’s legs. Jonghyun doesn’t talk for another fifteen minutes (save for whimpers of pain).
“What’s in that box?”
“I dunno.”
“You’re delivering it, but you don’t know what’s in it?”
Kibum, leaning against said box, tips his head back to glance at it as if that would help determine its contents. “It’s somebody else’s box, not mine.”
“Then why do you have it?”
“Because I’m a gentleman.”
Jonghyun stares comprehendingly before letting out a drawn out, amused ‘oh’. “So, you just got it to impress some chick, huh?”
Kibum shrugs, not denying it.
“I see. Smooth, Kim, smooth.”
Kibum scoffs, but there’s hardly any energy in it. “Too bad I’m going to spend all eternity in here, so I’ll never be able to take her out. Man, I’d even considering going to dinner with her right now...I’m so hungry…”
“I am, too,” Jonghyun confesses, clutching his stomach.
Kibum whines and bumps his head against the box. “This is torture...why haven’t they fixed the elevator yet…”
“Don’t ask me,” Jonghyun grumbles, seemingly on the same level of irritation as Kibum now, the two of them clearly fed up.
“If we don’t make it outta here, can I eat your leg or something?”
“I don’t think it’d taste very good.”
Kibum groans. “You can eat something of mine.”
Silence ensues, and Kibum, who’d closed his eyes while bellyaching quite immaturely against the box, lifts his head. Jonghyun meets his eyes before he crawls forward, and Kibum doesn’t have time to process it when the other man's surprisingly sharp teeth sink into the column of his sweaty neck.
He moans.
Jonghyun draws away, blinking.
Kibum stares for point-three seconds before instincts take over and he once again targets Jonghyun’s balls.
“Dude, I’m never gonna be able to have kids because of you!”
“Shut up,” Kibum snaps, in his same position against the box, though angled slightly further away from Jonghyun, absolutely humiliated by his earlier reaction. His face is still cooling down. “If you weren’t such an idiot, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“I was just making a joke.”
“I wasn’t laughing.”
“You were moaning.”
Kibum clenches his fists, his face burning.
“Shut the hell up! It...it was an accident, okay? It hurt, that’s why I made a noise.”
“Justified,” Jonghyun reasons sarcastically.
“I’m being fucking serious, prick,” Kibum spits, near his breaking point.
Poor Jonghyun is still cradling himself between his legs. “All right, I got it. No more nicknames, no more biting. Just please don’t hurt my balls again.”
“We’ll see,” is all Kibum mumbles.
“Okay, tell me about it.”
“Huh?” Jonghyun responds, sounding half-asleep. Kibum’s phone informs him that it’s getting late, so he understands the other man’s fatigue.
“The threesome. How did it feel?”
“Oh, so now you’re initiating the man-to-man talk?”
“If you want to call it that, yes,” Kibum surrenders, too used to Jonghyun’s antics now to put up a fight.
“Well, it was…”
Kibum waits. “Yes?”
“Um…”
“...Indescribable?”
Jonghyun is quiet for a long time. “Not...exactly.”
Kibum pieces together different things in his mind, like how Jonghyun’s behavior is suddenly strange and reserved and, hey, didn’t he say he wanted people to like him?
“You...never did it, did you?”
Jonghyun shrinks a little more toward the corner of the elevator, shaking his head in shame. “No. I didn’t.”
He looks embarrassed, but Kibum is rather refreshed to know that something as meaningless as that hadn’t truly happened. “So...I bet you’re more of a romantic, right? You just conceal it with all of those elaborate lies and stories.”
“I guess,” Jonghyun mutters.
Not expecting such an unenthused response, Kibum’s eyebrows draw together. He waits in perhaps another minute of silence before asking, “Jonghyun?”
“Hmm?”
“You a virgin?”
Jonghyun pauses. “Yeah.”
“Oh.”
“...”
“...”
Kibum clears his throat. “Look, that’s...that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Not at all. In fact, you should feel proud.”
“Proud that I have to turn my entire life story upside-down just to look good? That I have to lie to fit in and pretend I’m some sort of sex god just so I won’t be all alone? Do you know how terrified I was to come to the city and work here, Kibum?”
His sudden, rushed tone catches Kibum off-guard. “I...no, I didn’t know that. But...I was scared, too. I think everyone is, at first,” he says, unsure of why he’s attempting to comfort this guy. Maybe it’s just because he looks so pitiful over there in his own personal sulking corner. “And...you don’t need lies for people to befriend you. I’ll be your friend.” What’s he saying again?
Jonghyun glances up through his hair. “You will?”
“I will,” Kibum nods, sincere.
Jonghyun doesn’t smile, but his eyes look sort of shimmery with hope. It’s pretty. “Okay.”
Kibum scratches his head. “Okay.”
“Kai...Bai...Bo!”
“I win again.”
“That’s like the eightieth time in a row,” Jonghyun groans.
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” Kibum chuckles.
“If we played real games, I’d crush you.”
“Real as in...video games?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you’re sadly mistaken, my friend,” Kibum smirks, his backside perched delicately atop the big box. “I’m awesome at video games. Fighting, platformers, RPGs, you name it.”
“Now who’s bragging?”
“Hush,” Kibum prods Jonghyun’s ankle with his toes.
Jonghyun is sprawled on the elevator floor, his eyes drifting over until they catch onto Kibum’s. He gazes blankly for awhile before shedding a cheeky little smile, mirthy eyes and all.
“Lemme come over and play sometime.”
“I...what?”
“We’re friends, right? I think friends play video games together.”
“Well...that they do,” Kibum laughs almost nervously.
“So...I need to come over sometime so we can see who will kick who’s ass,” Jonghyun declares, and while his voice is as strong and arrogant as always, his demeanor has withered into something a little more insecure.
Kibum offers a real smile. It may just be the first one he’s ever willingly directed toward Kim Jonghyun. “Okay. But I’ve already kicked you in your balls twice. I don’t mind kicking your ass, too.”
To his surprise, Jonghyun laughs.
“All right, it’s too hot, I’m starving, and I’m tired.”
“If you’re so hot, why not undress?” says Jonghyun breezily as he strips down into only a tight, black wifebeater, as if to set an example. His black slacks, however, are thankfully still in place on his body. “I don’t get why you sit there and complain when you can just fix the problem.”
“It...it isn’t fixing the problem.”
“It feels a lot better, trust me,” Jonghyun murmurs, looking all too cool as he tosses his shirt beside his tie, a messy pile of sweaty clothes forming in the corner.
Kibum huffs, then, to prove a point (because he’s too proud to back down from something like this), he begins unbuttoning his shirt. After a couple of minutes, he’s shirtless, his white top from before folded beside him neatly.
“No undershirt?”
Kibum shrugs, actually feeling a lot better. “I’m glad I didn’t wear one. Kinda feels like I’m one-upping you because I’m just that much more naked.”
Jonghyun reaches for the hem of his wifebeater, but Kibum stops him.
“Jonghyun, don’t even. I’m not getting naked with you in a godforsaken elevator, of all places.”
The other man obediently lowers his hands.
Kibum unconsciously scrutinizes him, quite transfixed by the size of his muscles. He’d never seen them considering Jonghyun looked rather tiny in anything that had sleeves.
“What’re you looking at?”
“Muscles,” Kibum provides shamelessly. “It’s seriously crazy that you’ve never had sex. Not trying to offend you, I just...you seem so…”
“Irresistible?” Jonghyun smirks.
“Psh, you wish.”
Jonghyun merely chuckles.
But Kibum presses on. “I just...I mean, you could have any girl you want, couldn’t you? There wasn’t one you liked?”
“I suppose not,” shrugs the other man, as if he didn’t really know himself.
“You’re really okay with just jerking off all the time?”
“Who says I do it all the time?”
Kibum glances at the still-closed doors, eyeing his distorted, golden reflection and becoming a little embarrassed about his nakedness a minute too late.
“I just think it’s a little strange, that’s all.”
Jonghyun sighs and rests his head against one of the four walls, one of his arms draped over a knee. “Yeah, I know it’s weird. I just...I want it to be special.”
Kibum can’t help but crack a dimpled smile. “Aw.”
Jonghyun nearly blushes. “Stop making fun of me.”
“I’m not,” Kibum insists honestly, “I think that’s really...sweet of you, Jonghyun. The girl who you finally choose to do it with will really appreciate that.”
“Or she’ll think I’m lame,” pitches Jonghyun in a grumble.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum says in a motherly tone, giving the other man a look. “Believe me, girls like that. And if you’re with a girl that you truly want to do it with, then...it’ll be even more special.”
Jonghyun takes a grand pause before lightly kicking at one of the walls. “I wanna do it,” he whines, his immature tone unexpected during such a conversation.
Kibum blinks before grinning. “Sexually frustrated, eh? It’s cool, we’ve all been there. I knew jerking off couldn’t satisfy you.”
Jonghyun looks at the other man dully. “At least you’ve had sex. When’s the last time?”
Kibum wracks his brain. “I’d say it’s been around two months.”
“Do you do it often?”
“Not often,” Kibum shrugs. “Only when I really like someone. Or when I’m really, really drunk.”
Jonghyun grins wickedly. “I gotta get you drunk sometime, then.”
“And what’re you implying?” Kibum finds himself playing along.
“I dunno, I’d like to see how you act. Bet you’d be all over me.”
“Oh, you wish.”
Jonghyun smiles as if he’s prepared to spill a tantalizing secret. “If you’re that horny and drunk, you wouldn’t care.”
Kibum scoffs. “I admit that when I get drunk, I become very needy and a little girlish, but it’s quite the opposite when I’m sober.”
“Oh?”
Kibum’s brow twitches at Jonghyun’s intrigued tone. “Very much so,” he resumes, “I’m...a tiger. Yeah.”
Jonghyun bursts into hysterical laughter, managing to topple over onto the floor only to continue his giggling fit.
Kibum’s cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Yah…”
But Jonghyun doesn’t listen, only laughing and laughing and laughing. “A tiger, huh? God, Kibum, you’re something else.”
“Does using ‘tiger’ to describe myself in bed really strike you as that funny?”
“It’s just the fact that it’s you,” Jonghyun clarifies as he sits up, still smiling. “I like this side of you. I didn’t know it existed. I thought all you cared about was work.”
“Well...” Kibum hugs his knees to his chest, now feeling a little too exposed. “Now you know that I’m actually a super cool guy.”
“Super cool,” Jonghyun agrees humorously, but the words seem genuine.
“Maybe we should take a nap?”
“That’s actually a pretty good idea. I’m about to pass out, anyway.”
“Well...hopefully when we wake up, help will be here,” Kibum says, doing his best to get comfortable on the dirty elevator floor.
“Yeah.”
Kibum ends up dozing off after that.
He wakes up, but not because the doors are being pried open and his life is being saved. No, he wakes up because there’s a hot, wet tongue tracing over his collarbones and it’s a little ticklish but also relaxing.
His arms reflexively shoot up to grip Jonghyun’s shoulders, attempting to tear the man off of him. But Jonghyun seems determined and continues his wet path of sloppy kisses down to the center of Kibum’s trembling abdomen.
“What the fuck, man?” Kibum screeches. Jonghyun lifts his head, his eyes dark and yearning.
“I had a wet dream,” he supplies as a defense, but Kibum isn’t having any of it.
“So you think it’s fine to just molest me while I’m sleeping? The fuck is wrong with you?!”
“I woke up, looked over at you and saw your skin, thought, ‘wow, he has nice skin, I want to lick it’, so I did.”
“You creep,” Kibum whispers, scrambling backwards until his bare back hits the cool wall. He shivers unintentionally. “What happened to the most special first time and all that?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck. I just said I wanted to lick you.”
Kibum groans into his hands. “You’re impossible…”
“So I’ve been told,” Jonghyun pipes up airily.
“Look,” Kibum drops his hands. “I’m not easy. Not at all. And I’m not going to let something like this happen just because you got a little too horny and the only thing in reach was me. I’m not something you can just use as a better method of getting off. It doesn’t work that way, Jonghyun. So you’d better back off, or just tell me what the fuck’s going on because I’m not putting up with shit like this.”
Jonghyun looks at a loss. “I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that while you were sleeping.”
“You shouldn’t have done it at all,” Kibum corrects sternly.
Jonghyun nods, lowering his gaze. “It’s just...it isn’t like that. It isn’t like what you said. I didn’t do that to you just because it was convenient, I...I had a dream about you.”
Kibum is utterly aghast. “What?” he asks, paling.
“My dream was about you sucking me off, so naturally, when I woke up and saw you there, half-naked, I couldn’t really help myself.” He surprises Kibum yet again when he ducks into an apologetic bow. “I’m sorry.”
Kibum’s face is on fire right now. “I...I see. Well...that makes things a little better, but no more molesting me like that.”
“Understood.”
Kibum has never been in a more awkward situation.
The awkwardness wears off after about five minutes, though, because five minutes later, Kibum is on his feet, pressing Jonghyun against one of the walls, rutting his hips enticingly slow.
Jonghyun whines like a bitch in heat, his hands grappling uselessly at the wall, searching for purchase each time, but always coming up empty. It’s endearing.
Kibum grabs a fistful of Jonghyun’s chestnut hair and yanks his head to the side for a better angle, hungrily sinking his teeth into the flesh of Jonghyun’s neck. The shorter man gasps, reflexively shifting his hips back.
“Now who’s moaning, hm?” teases Kibum in a low, sultry voice, trailing a hand across the front of Jonghyun’s shirt that is now sticking to his skin, slick with sweat. “Such a hypocrite, aren’t you?”
Jonghyun grumbles something against the wall and Kibum smirks in reply, getting a good grip on the other man’s slim hips, peppering kisses and bites across the back of his neck. He isn’t sure what he’s doing. Not at all. He might regret it later, but being stuck in an elevator with Kim Jonghyun for hours can do things to people. Crazy things. So, technically, no, it isn’t Kibum’s fault this is happening.
Turning Jonghyun around, Kibum pushes at his shoulders to coax him to the floor. He leans back against the wall as they swap positions, seeking support when Jonghyun quite eagerly works him out of his pants.
All it takes is Jonghyun’s thick lips thinning around the tip of Kibum’s shaft to have the latter shuddering violently, his knees weakening toward the pleasure.
“Look at this,” he breathes, fondly petting Jonghyun’s hair, occasionally caressing him beneath his chin. “In your dream, I sucked you off, but look at what’s happening now…”
Jonghyun hums out a noncommittal sound around him. Chuckling, Kibum pulls away, opting to instead trace the kneeling man’s puffy lips with the tip of his dick. Jonghyun whines and tries to snag his lips around it, but only earns a wet little slap on the cheek in return. He’s practically drooling for it, which, in turn, makes Kibum practically drool for Jonghyun.
“All right, you can have it. But I want you to swallow every drop, hear me?” Kibum says, voice rough and husky with lust. Jonghyun nods, parts his loyal lips and happily goes back to work.
Kibum leans against the box again, breathless.
Jonghyun, equally breathless, is still on the floor, hacking every now and then. Well, it’s his first time doing that, Kibum doesn’t blame him.
They lock gazes after a moment.
“Um…”
“So…”
Kibum is mortified.
“I’m sorry about that. Um...at least...we didn’t go all the way or anything,” Kibum breathes, still coming down from his peak.
The wall and floor is dotted with sticky release from when Jonghyun had touched himself during the blowjob. He wipes it up with his wifebeater, then balls up the fabric. "Yeah. Uh…”
For once, the great Kim Jonghyun is actually speechless.
Kibum feels like he has a right to be proud. “Did I take your breath away, Kim?” he jokes.
Jonghyun merely looks away shyly, his eyes a little dazed as he traces the tip of his finger over his lips, the sensations of what happened moments ago probably still tingling along his mouth.
Kibum resists being the molester this time.
“‘Bout time,” Kibum mutters as he finally takes his first step out of the elevator that he’d been cooped inside of for hours. Jonghyun follows behind him, the both of them fully dressed (disregarding the dirty undershirt Jonghyun is carrying) and looking a little more groomed in order to avoid suspicion.
Kibum storms out of the building without the damn box, not even thanking the guys who’d finally gotten them out of there. Jonghyun takes responsibility to offer bows to the men before catching up with his coworker.
“Hey.”
Kibum is outside now, headed toward his car. “What.”
“Look, I...you seem really...you mad at me?”
Kibum fires Jonghyun a sharp glance. When he sees how pathetic the other man looks, he sighs. “No. I’m not mad, sorry. Just a little...jumbled. I guess.”
“I am, too,” Jonghyun confesses.
They stop beside Kibum’s car, the latter’s hand pausing on the door’s handle.
“Just what do you want, Jonghyun?” he whispers despite there being no one around at his hour aside from them.
Jonghyun looks Kibum straight in the eye. “I don’t want this to be a mistake.”
Kibum’s eyes widen.
“I liked what happened and I’d do it all over again. I...hell, I think I like you, Kibum. You’re smart and funny and I really like being around you.”
“We’re...friends, Jonghyun,” Kibum blankly states.
“Couldn’t we be more?”
Kibum chews the corner of his lip, uncertain if he should get involved with this. He might regret it…
“Please, you know I wouldn’t be saying this unless I meant it. You’re just really amazing and I want to spend more time with-”
Kibum pecks his lips.
Jonghyun blinks, then leans up for another kiss. Then another. And another.
And soon enough they’re making out quite furiously with Kibum’s back pressed against his car’s door, Jonghyun eagerly licking and moaning his way into his mouth. It’s...seriously unlike anything Kibum has ever experienced. He’d never craved someone so badly before, even with past lovers.
They break apart to catch their breaths, all of Jonghyun’s weight relying on Kibum.
“So, you reconsidered, I’m guessing?”
Kibum mechanically moves Jonghyun a good foot away. “I...yeah.” He’s a little out of breath. “Okay, Jonghyun, let’s try this. But if I’m too high-maintenance, remember that this was your idea."
Jonghyun snickers. “Deal. I’ll see you soon, then, Tiger.”
Kibum blushes, absently searching out his car’s door handle to finally tug it open. “A little cocky for a virgin, aren’t you?” he calls in a final attempt at a decent comeback as he watches his coworker walk toward the opposite side of the parking lot.
Jonghyun glances playfully over his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll be one for long.”
A/N: just a little smutty smut i wrote to cure my keyhyun cravings. and also i wanted to write some humor, hopefully it worked, lol.