Dreams of Tomorrow
Onew/Key
PG-13, Romance
★ Jinki had always seen Kibum as a flirtatious, but a very nice and chaste boy.
When Jonghyun had told Jinki about how easy it was to get into Kibum's bed, he had not believed him. Jinki had always seen Kibum as a flirtatious, but a very nice and chaste boy.
So when he had casually implied the change of their platonic relationship to something a bit more adventurous, he thought Kibum would simply laugh it off and push his shoulder in a playful way, as he always did.
However, the twirl of pleasures that consumed his mind and body as Kibum ran his hands up his chest in a slow and sensual way made Jinki realise all of his expectations were wrong. His shock was so powerful that he could only watch while Kibum pressed the tips of his fingers on the sweaty skin under his school uniform. A few seconds later, the shirt was discarded, crumpled above Jinki's head and against the wall.
"How do you like that?" Kibum breathed out. "That's what you wanted, right?"
Jinki could feel the bitterness of Kibum's question lingering in the air - the younger boy probably thought that the emotion behind his words was imperceptible. Jinki gulped hard when his belt was unbuckled, slid out of its loops and thrown to the floor. He looked over at his roommate's empty bed, thanking the heavens that Taemin was gone out of town for the week and couldn't walk in on them.
Turning back to Kibum's blank expression, Jinki shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the other's body. He gasped loudly when Kibum crashed his lips onto his collarbone, but he still dwelt on the small sound Kibum's knuckled emitted while they gripped the bed sheets tighter and tighter.
"N-no," Jinki forced himself to heave out. "Stop- stop, please."
Kibum pretended to be deaf, continuing with his ministration mechanically. Jinki was scared his mouth wouldn't want to say those words again. Kibum could easily persuade him to stop talking, using his skilful tongue to roam around his jaw and the upper part of his neck.
"Kibum,"
A light hum hit Jinki's glittery skin, signalling acknowledgment.
"I- Do you know about the- the story of the bunny who couldn't say no?"
Kibum halted abruptly; feeling like a cold wind had just blown away all the lust and sexual tension that were floating about in the dorm.
"What?" Kibum glared, sitting up on Jinki's stomach. "I'm not having any of that tonight. I don't feel like role-playing,"
"No." The eldest kept a serious face. "It's a story with a nice moral,"
"Are you trying to lecture me with a damn fairytale?" Kibum took hold of Jinki's wrist so he could tug at it and use it as a projectile to hit the older boy. The hand fell limply on Jinki's abdomen.
Jinki didn't move from his spot under Kibum, not even bringing his hands up to push Kibum off himself. He liked the feeling of the boy's body pressing up against his. He loved it a bit too much for his own liking in fact. Jinki felt like the situation shouldn't be happening, at least not his way. But he also felt as if Kibum was not going to stop his improper behaviour even if Jinki turned down his offer for no strings attached sex.
"My mother used to-"
"How can you think about your mother at time like this, Jinki. God! You're a sick-"
"Let me finish." Jinki cut in. "My mother used to tell me this story when I was younger,"
Kibum pouted, sliding down Jinki lazily. He sat on the bed and let his upper body fall down beside his school mate. Even though he wore the most uninterested and bored look Jinki had ever seen, Kibum still gazed up at him and silently waited for the story.
Jinki cleared his throat. He turned on his side so he was facing Kibum's shaking form. It looked like he was still trying to calm his hormones down from the previous situation. Ignoring the trembling that shook the bed every now and then, Jinki spoke up.
"Once upon a time, there was a bunny that was the most radiant and the most envied of all," Jinki explained, lips curving up lightly when he caught Kibum's eyes sparkling with the little innocence he had left. "Unlike his brothers, that bunny was kind and generous and granted everyone's wishes. It was very tiring to run around all day and all night to make sure his friends were all happy,"
Kibum shifted about to pillow his head with his bent arm. Jinki was expecting him to say something, seeing his reluctance at hearing the story. But it was silence that Jinki met when he stopped talking.
"One of the bunny's flaws was that he couldn't deny anyone anything. One day, a fox asked him to go pick some cherries in a nearby bush."
Kibum snorted. Jinki smirked at him, reaching out to swiftly brush his fingers against the back of Kibum's hand resting on the mattress.
"When the bunny came back, the fox placed the cherries in his burrow," Jinki pouted at this point of the story and Kibum's eyes shone with hidden interest in the words coming from Jinki's mouth.
"Each time the bunny brought back delicious fruits, the fox gave him a carrot that he had stolen from a man's garden. The fox always asked the bunny to get more fruits and in the end, there were so many berries in the burrow that the fox couldn't enter his house anymore."
Kibum's mouth opened slightly, though his expression still looked ready to kill, he was a little bit more relaxed. Jinki observed him quietly.
"One morning, the bunny bounced near the fox's burrow and looked at the colourful fruits piled up inside. Little did he know that three young foxes were watching him." Kibum tilted his head lightly in curiosity. Jinki paused a few seconds and spoke up again. "When the little bunny was about to bounce away from the burrow, the foxes jumped all at once. They found their dinner delicious and thanked their brother for the yummy meal."
There was a silence when Jinki finished talking. Kibum frowned at him, expecting another ending for the short story. No sound could be heard for a whole minute. Jinki waited for Kibum's reaction while the other lay there, speechless.
"The bunny died?" Kibum scrunched his nose. "What kind of children's story is that?"
Jinki gave a toothless smile. "Cinderella was a very violent tale before it was rewritten by Disney," He stroke Kibum's arm up and down once before the younger pulled it away, clearly angry.
"I don't like your story," He buried his face in the pillow under him.
"I shortened it a bit. I used to cry whenever my mother told it to me," Jinki admitted, chuckling light-heartedly.
Kibum groaned. "It's not even cute,"
"What you do is not very cute either Kibum." Jinki replied impulsively. "It's very dangerous too,"
The younger boy sighed heavily and sneaked his hand up to fiddle with Jinki's shirt that was still pushed up against the wall. Jinki looked at him in a caring but nervous way. He was scared he had done something wrong and his story would only encourage Kibum to keep on hooking up with just about anyone.
He heard a small strangled sound coming from Kibum before the latter turned his head to the side slightly. Jinki could see one of his eyes and a part of his mouth.
"You do realize that if it were anyone else who told me that, I would have walked away long ago, right?"
Jinki scowled in puzzlement, but kept an amused smile on his lips.
"Honestly," Kibum retrieved his hand. "Who else would back off on sex with me?"
That's when Jinki noticed how much closer Kibum had gotten since the last time he'd checked.
"Hum. I just don't want you to get hurt," Jinki said, keeping his arms from wrapping about Kibum's body. He didn't want to send a wrong invitation and be in the same situation all over again.
Kibum secretly smiled and snuggled up onto Jinki's chest. "I don't want that either," He traced weird patterns around Jinki's collarbone, making the older boy's stomach flutter. "I'd love to try out a relationship not based on sex."
"It's probably much more fulfilling," Jinki laughed, letting his arms circle Kibum's thin figure. He couldn't really hold back the protective gesture anymore.
A thoughtful hum echoed in the room. Kibum was tracing letters on Jinki's skin, leaving a burning sensation wherever the tip of his finger slid smoothly. Jinki let Kibum do as he wished. He found his sudden childish antics endearing, though he couldn't help but wonder if it was a habit or a special treatment reserved to Jinki.
"Be my boyfriend." Kibum ordered in a shy whisper. "I'll learn to say no."
Jinki smiled, pulling Kibum closer. It broke the younger's little scribbling game and the teasing hands made a fluid movement in order to wrap Kibum's arms about Jinki's neck loosely. Their lips touched for a brief moment. It was a total contrast with the hungry and unrestrained kisses Kibum had inflicted on Jinki earlier.
"You'll have to stay true to me," Jinki chuckled. "No kissing or doing naughty stuff with other people, okay?"
Kibum smirked into his neck. "That's the point," He said without flourish. "I wouldn't be choosing you, the king of chastity, if I wanted an open relationship,"
"Hum," Jinki stroke the hair on the back of Kibum's neck soothingly.
"I'm not trying to offend you," Kibum rectified, knowing what Jinki's silence meant. "It's a good thing,"
"I know," The older boy reluctantly distanced himself. "You should go back now. It's almost midnight,"
Kibum groaned groggily. "No cuddling?" He squished his head against Jinki's chest, feeling the warmth coming from the other's body. "I want to cuddle,"
"I'd love it too, but what if the attendance officer notices you're not in your room?" Jinki asked.
"Jonghyun will cover up for me," Kibum smiled. "He always does,"
Jinki hummed again, wondering about the pros and cons of the situation; He didn't want Kibum to be in trouble because of him, but he didn't want him to go away either.
"Have you ever slept with him?" Jinki asked, following his own train of thoughts. "With Jonghyun,"
Kibum glared up at him, purposely hitting his shoulder with his elbow as he snaked his arms down to to wrap them around his torso. "Do you really have to ask that?"
"I'm just curious,"
Kibum sighed heavily as he searched for more comfort. "What if I did?"
"It'd be okay." Jinki played with the black strands of hair tucked under his chin.
"More than once." The younger boy added.
Jinki took some time to reply, trying to push away the images his mind was slowly forming. He shook his head to dissipate them.
A smile found its way to his lips. "It's all behind you now," Jinki chuckled.
"Yes," Kibum smirked in Jinki's neck as his eyes fluttered close. "Thank's," He mumbled before letting his mind drift off in dreams of tomorrow.
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[This was written for the kpop_prompts community challenge, option #1]
At first this fic was titled 'Rain Bringer' then I realised it had nothing to do with the story. XD
I'm not so sure about this fic, I mean, I barely read it once after I wrote it and it really...doesn't make sense. Not to mention that it starts off lustful and stuff and ends with lighthearted fluff. Usually it's the other was around, right?
Anyway, I'm glad I succeeded at posting something with all the work that has to be done by next week (I'm going to die a slow and painful death if this goes on any longer...argh!)
Last note: I like the weather today, it's hot, humid and windy, but it's nice.
Have a good day! (Gosh, I say that all the time at my work...)
PG-13, Romance
★ Jinki had always seen Kibum as a flirtatious, but a very nice and chaste boy.
When Jonghyun had told Jinki about how easy it was to get into Kibum's bed, he had not believed him. Jinki had always seen Kibum as a flirtatious, but a very nice and chaste boy.
So when he had casually implied the change of their platonic relationship to something a bit more adventurous, he thought Kibum would simply laugh it off and push his shoulder in a playful way, as he always did.
However, the twirl of pleasures that consumed his mind and body as Kibum ran his hands up his chest in a slow and sensual way made Jinki realise all of his expectations were wrong. His shock was so powerful that he could only watch while Kibum pressed the tips of his fingers on the sweaty skin under his school uniform. A few seconds later, the shirt was discarded, crumpled above Jinki's head and against the wall.
"How do you like that?" Kibum breathed out. "That's what you wanted, right?"
Jinki could feel the bitterness of Kibum's question lingering in the air - the younger boy probably thought that the emotion behind his words was imperceptible. Jinki gulped hard when his belt was unbuckled, slid out of its loops and thrown to the floor. He looked over at his roommate's empty bed, thanking the heavens that Taemin was gone out of town for the week and couldn't walk in on them.
Turning back to Kibum's blank expression, Jinki shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the other's body. He gasped loudly when Kibum crashed his lips onto his collarbone, but he still dwelt on the small sound Kibum's knuckled emitted while they gripped the bed sheets tighter and tighter.
"N-no," Jinki forced himself to heave out. "Stop- stop, please."
Kibum pretended to be deaf, continuing with his ministration mechanically. Jinki was scared his mouth wouldn't want to say those words again. Kibum could easily persuade him to stop talking, using his skilful tongue to roam around his jaw and the upper part of his neck.
"Kibum,"
A light hum hit Jinki's glittery skin, signalling acknowledgment.
"I- Do you know about the- the story of the bunny who couldn't say no?"
Kibum halted abruptly; feeling like a cold wind had just blown away all the lust and sexual tension that were floating about in the dorm.
"What?" Kibum glared, sitting up on Jinki's stomach. "I'm not having any of that tonight. I don't feel like role-playing,"
"No." The eldest kept a serious face. "It's a story with a nice moral,"
"Are you trying to lecture me with a damn fairytale?" Kibum took hold of Jinki's wrist so he could tug at it and use it as a projectile to hit the older boy. The hand fell limply on Jinki's abdomen.
Jinki didn't move from his spot under Kibum, not even bringing his hands up to push Kibum off himself. He liked the feeling of the boy's body pressing up against his. He loved it a bit too much for his own liking in fact. Jinki felt like the situation shouldn't be happening, at least not his way. But he also felt as if Kibum was not going to stop his improper behaviour even if Jinki turned down his offer for no strings attached sex.
"My mother used to-"
"How can you think about your mother at time like this, Jinki. God! You're a sick-"
"Let me finish." Jinki cut in. "My mother used to tell me this story when I was younger,"
Kibum pouted, sliding down Jinki lazily. He sat on the bed and let his upper body fall down beside his school mate. Even though he wore the most uninterested and bored look Jinki had ever seen, Kibum still gazed up at him and silently waited for the story.
Jinki cleared his throat. He turned on his side so he was facing Kibum's shaking form. It looked like he was still trying to calm his hormones down from the previous situation. Ignoring the trembling that shook the bed every now and then, Jinki spoke up.
"Once upon a time, there was a bunny that was the most radiant and the most envied of all," Jinki explained, lips curving up lightly when he caught Kibum's eyes sparkling with the little innocence he had left. "Unlike his brothers, that bunny was kind and generous and granted everyone's wishes. It was very tiring to run around all day and all night to make sure his friends were all happy,"
Kibum shifted about to pillow his head with his bent arm. Jinki was expecting him to say something, seeing his reluctance at hearing the story. But it was silence that Jinki met when he stopped talking.
"One of the bunny's flaws was that he couldn't deny anyone anything. One day, a fox asked him to go pick some cherries in a nearby bush."
Kibum snorted. Jinki smirked at him, reaching out to swiftly brush his fingers against the back of Kibum's hand resting on the mattress.
"When the bunny came back, the fox placed the cherries in his burrow," Jinki pouted at this point of the story and Kibum's eyes shone with hidden interest in the words coming from Jinki's mouth.
"Each time the bunny brought back delicious fruits, the fox gave him a carrot that he had stolen from a man's garden. The fox always asked the bunny to get more fruits and in the end, there were so many berries in the burrow that the fox couldn't enter his house anymore."
Kibum's mouth opened slightly, though his expression still looked ready to kill, he was a little bit more relaxed. Jinki observed him quietly.
"One morning, the bunny bounced near the fox's burrow and looked at the colourful fruits piled up inside. Little did he know that three young foxes were watching him." Kibum tilted his head lightly in curiosity. Jinki paused a few seconds and spoke up again. "When the little bunny was about to bounce away from the burrow, the foxes jumped all at once. They found their dinner delicious and thanked their brother for the yummy meal."
There was a silence when Jinki finished talking. Kibum frowned at him, expecting another ending for the short story. No sound could be heard for a whole minute. Jinki waited for Kibum's reaction while the other lay there, speechless.
"The bunny died?" Kibum scrunched his nose. "What kind of children's story is that?"
Jinki gave a toothless smile. "Cinderella was a very violent tale before it was rewritten by Disney," He stroke Kibum's arm up and down once before the younger pulled it away, clearly angry.
"I don't like your story," He buried his face in the pillow under him.
"I shortened it a bit. I used to cry whenever my mother told it to me," Jinki admitted, chuckling light-heartedly.
Kibum groaned. "It's not even cute,"
"What you do is not very cute either Kibum." Jinki replied impulsively. "It's very dangerous too,"
The younger boy sighed heavily and sneaked his hand up to fiddle with Jinki's shirt that was still pushed up against the wall. Jinki looked at him in a caring but nervous way. He was scared he had done something wrong and his story would only encourage Kibum to keep on hooking up with just about anyone.
He heard a small strangled sound coming from Kibum before the latter turned his head to the side slightly. Jinki could see one of his eyes and a part of his mouth.
"You do realize that if it were anyone else who told me that, I would have walked away long ago, right?"
Jinki scowled in puzzlement, but kept an amused smile on his lips.
"Honestly," Kibum retrieved his hand. "Who else would back off on sex with me?"
That's when Jinki noticed how much closer Kibum had gotten since the last time he'd checked.
"Hum. I just don't want you to get hurt," Jinki said, keeping his arms from wrapping about Kibum's body. He didn't want to send a wrong invitation and be in the same situation all over again.
Kibum secretly smiled and snuggled up onto Jinki's chest. "I don't want that either," He traced weird patterns around Jinki's collarbone, making the older boy's stomach flutter. "I'd love to try out a relationship not based on sex."
"It's probably much more fulfilling," Jinki laughed, letting his arms circle Kibum's thin figure. He couldn't really hold back the protective gesture anymore.
A thoughtful hum echoed in the room. Kibum was tracing letters on Jinki's skin, leaving a burning sensation wherever the tip of his finger slid smoothly. Jinki let Kibum do as he wished. He found his sudden childish antics endearing, though he couldn't help but wonder if it was a habit or a special treatment reserved to Jinki.
"Be my boyfriend." Kibum ordered in a shy whisper. "I'll learn to say no."
Jinki smiled, pulling Kibum closer. It broke the younger's little scribbling game and the teasing hands made a fluid movement in order to wrap Kibum's arms about Jinki's neck loosely. Their lips touched for a brief moment. It was a total contrast with the hungry and unrestrained kisses Kibum had inflicted on Jinki earlier.
"You'll have to stay true to me," Jinki chuckled. "No kissing or doing naughty stuff with other people, okay?"
Kibum smirked into his neck. "That's the point," He said without flourish. "I wouldn't be choosing you, the king of chastity, if I wanted an open relationship,"
"Hum," Jinki stroke the hair on the back of Kibum's neck soothingly.
"I'm not trying to offend you," Kibum rectified, knowing what Jinki's silence meant. "It's a good thing,"
"I know," The older boy reluctantly distanced himself. "You should go back now. It's almost midnight,"
Kibum groaned groggily. "No cuddling?" He squished his head against Jinki's chest, feeling the warmth coming from the other's body. "I want to cuddle,"
"I'd love it too, but what if the attendance officer notices you're not in your room?" Jinki asked.
"Jonghyun will cover up for me," Kibum smiled. "He always does,"
Jinki hummed again, wondering about the pros and cons of the situation; He didn't want Kibum to be in trouble because of him, but he didn't want him to go away either.
"Have you ever slept with him?" Jinki asked, following his own train of thoughts. "With Jonghyun,"
Kibum glared up at him, purposely hitting his shoulder with his elbow as he snaked his arms down to to wrap them around his torso. "Do you really have to ask that?"
"I'm just curious,"
Kibum sighed heavily as he searched for more comfort. "What if I did?"
"It'd be okay." Jinki played with the black strands of hair tucked under his chin.
"More than once." The younger boy added.
Jinki took some time to reply, trying to push away the images his mind was slowly forming. He shook his head to dissipate them.
A smile found its way to his lips. "It's all behind you now," Jinki chuckled.
"Yes," Kibum smirked in Jinki's neck as his eyes fluttered close. "Thank's," He mumbled before letting his mind drift off in dreams of tomorrow.
---
[This was written for the kpop_prompts community challenge, option #1]
At first this fic was titled 'Rain Bringer' then I realised it had nothing to do with the story. XD
I'm not so sure about this fic, I mean, I barely read it once after I wrote it and it really...doesn't make sense. Not to mention that it starts off lustful and stuff and ends with lighthearted fluff. Usually it's the other was around, right?
Anyway, I'm glad I succeeded at posting something with all the work that has to be done by next week (I'm going to die a slow and painful death if this goes on any longer...argh!)
Last note: I like the weather today, it's hot, humid and windy, but it's nice.
Have a good day! (Gosh, I say that all the time at my work...)