Top of the World

[vipjuly]

Title: Top of the World
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s not like they make a habit out of this or anything. … Well at least, not the alcohol part. Europe is turning out to be quite the vacation. They'll probably never drink this much ever again.
Notes: Remember Appreciation? Have a sequel. Sort of. :) also fuck you livejournal I just won't try to put this under a cut because you're being a douche bag!!!!!11

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Europe was awesome.

That was pretty much all Jonghyun could think, as well as ‘why didn’t SM Town come here sooner?’ as he moved through the crowd, nameless faces giving him second and third glances, as if they should recognize him but not quite able to put their finger on it. It was perfect, here, in this underground club where SHINee didn’t exist and bass thrummed through the walls and floor; where the boys could cut loose and not worry about their reputations, about where their hands were landing, or where their mouths were going.

Jonghyun didn’t know what he was drinking. Well he did, he had know idea how to pronounce it. He knew it tasted horrible, but he couldn’t stop taking shots, his hands on some girl’s hips as he danced with her, the laser show dancing off her collarbones and making her make-up look like it was smeared over her cheekbones (maybe it really was), her hair a tangled mess whenever he ran his fingers through it.

He knew Onew was off in a corner, sitting in a booth and happily sipping on whatever it was he’d ordered, chatting with some girl. It was convenient for him, since he knew English.

Jonghyun didn’t even utter a word to anyone. But that didn’t seem to bother the girls since they kept coming in waves, even though they had no idea who these guys were, grinding up against their thighs, bodies hot and mouths open and on their necks. Maybe at one point something had been slipped into their drinks; it didn’t matter.

Key had made his way up into one of the cages on stage, shutting himself safely in it and away from prying hands. Jonghyun thought he would have been a bit more forgiving, a bit nicer - a touch here, a grind there. But Key didn’t let anyone touch with him, dance with him. He would flash a smile and dance out of their reach, and by the time he had gotten up into the cage people were throwing money up at him, trying to coax him down for a dance or two.

Jonghyun was merciful - he danced with whoever wanted to dance with him. He was constantly moving, his feet carrying him wherever he was guided, hands sliding over his chest, catching on the fabric of his shirt, nails skimming over his bar hips, sweat sliding down the side of his neck. Guys, girls, everyone got a turn and Jonghyun’s smile glowed under the black lights, teeth whiter than blue as he kept his eyes lowered, thick lashes making him look only the slightest bit bad as he pressed up against whoever needed him in their close proximity.

Minho was in a chair and two girls were on top of him, and the hungry look in his eyes was contagious when his gaze caught Jonghyun’s. The vocalist felt a jolt shudder through his spine and heat flared through his veins, as Minho’s big hands ran over the girl’s asses, gripping them possessively and forcing them to sway back and forth. The girl’s backs arched and they started kissing each other, long hair entangling in delicate fingers, Minho’s eyes locked on Jonghyun -

Turning away, Jonghyun was passed to a new partner and familiar cologne wafted through his senses, a slender leg sliding through his thighs and pressing up against his groin. Shuddering, his eyes lifted and he was greeted with the sight of a smiling Taemin, his blond hair catching the light show and glowing greens reds and blues, kohl-lined eyes glittering with mischief as their chests slid together. In Taemin’s right hand he had a drink, and he held it up to Jonghyun’s lips, tipping the glass gently - Jonghyun parted his lips and took the alcohol into his mouth, swallowing it without a second thought, feeling it instantly course through his veins and his brain.

The crowd moved as once, pulsing and bouncing along with the beat, sweeping Taemin and Jonghyun away with them.

“Fuck you look good,” Jonghyun breathed, his breath hot and washing over Taemin’s skin.

The maknae just smiled, his one hand resting against Jonghyun’s chest, the other bringing the glass to his lips so he could down the rest of the drink, knocking it back and tipping his head back to finish it off. Jonghyun watched his adam’s apple bob with the swallow and felt his mouth go dry - he grabbed the glass and threw it aside, uncaring as it shattered against the dance floor, the people around them just as indifferent as the crowd swayed with the music.

Some hollers attracted Jonghyun’s attention and he watched Key climb up the pole centered in his cage, his thick legs keeping him upright as his torso bent backwards, arms reaching out to hold onto the bars of the cage. Another jolt of arousal went through his body, Taemin’s lips starting to mouth along the line of his collarbones idly, Jonghyun’s head tilting to the side.

When Jonghyun’s attention turned back to Taemin, he was surprised to see Minho behind the blond - he was too drunk to react that quickly, and when Jonghyun pulled Taemin into him it was a bit delayed, and Minho’s hand was already curled around the maknae’s hip. A challenging glint was in the rapper’s eyes and he moved forward, sandwiching the blond between them, Taemin letting out a soft gasp as he was pressed between the two solid bodies, and Minho leaned down to speak so Jonghyun could hear him.

“Who do you think Taemin wants to fuck tonight?”

Jonghyun snorted, “That’s not even a question.”

Jonghyun could feel Minho’s hands sliding around Taemin’s thighs, running over the tops of them, subsequently brushing against Jonghyun’s thighs as well. “Isn’t it?”

Really, Jonghyun was too drunk to play these stupid games. It was either A) Fuck Taemin, B) Fuck Minho, or C) Fuck some random chick he finds attractive. Any of those options were fine with him, in fact the one that was most easy to attain was probably going to be the winner. Most likely the attractive girl, who was probably just as drunk as him.

He was distracted when Minho’s fingers dug into his hip, pulling him forward, grinding Jonghyun’s front against Taemin’s, causing both smaller men to let out appreciative moans.

Well, if that’s how Minho wanted to play…

Minho’s hands found Jonghyun’s ass and gave a good, solid squeeze, practically lifting the older man off of the floor from the force of it. Jonghyun let out a surprised yell, torn between a yelp of pleasure and a cry of annoyance, and it sounded really retarded when his hands landed on Taemin’s shoulders to keep himself upright. Minho merely chuckled, and somehow procured another drink out of thin air, holding it up to Taemin’s lips. The maknae tipped his head back, taking nearly all of the drink in one go, Jonghyun’s eyes watching his lips circle around the rim of the flute, the way his throat muscles contracted when he swallowed…

Leaning forward, Jonghyun attached his lips to Taemin’s neck. He really couldn’t resist now, and fuck Minho if he wanted to just stand there like an asshole. Jonghyun’s fingers pressed into Taemin’s hips and the blond gasped, tilting his head and tangling his fingers in the older man’s hair - Jonghyun felt Taemin’s body rock and knew that Minho was grinding into the younger boy’s ass in time with the music, and Jonghyun moved his hand around to pop the buttons on Minho’s shirt and push it aside, trailing the pads of his fingertips along the taller man’s abs.

Hey, you would, too.

They were becoming quite the spectacle - Jonghyun had started to devour Taemin’s mouth, teeth and tongue and no grace at all. Minho was like the master puppeteer, pulling the strings to make Jonghyun do this or that to make Taemin writhe in just the right way; body temperatures spiked, sweat dripped, hips rolled, and finally, the tension snapped when Taemin let out a particularly breathy whine.

The air outside of the club was humid and sticky, and offered no relief from the atmosphere of the establishment. Still drunk, still wobbly, and still incredibly turned on, they wandered down the block to where they knew their hostel was, hanging off of each other and trying to keep each other upright, only managing to stumble into lamp posts and bike racks. Once at their hostel, a party boomed from their dorm area, in full swing - the music was inviting, the booze was aplenty, and well… they were here to cut loose anyway, right?

It was Taemin who moved into the party, first. Minho followed, unable to stay unattached to the maknae for long, and Jonghyun trailed after them, rubbing his hands together and smiling, nodding his head to the beat. This party wasn’t as wild as the party in the club but it was more their style - or at least, it was headed in the direction they were. People were paired up, tripled and quadrupled up, grinding and tangling, no beginning and no end. Minho left for a few moments and came back with another drink; Jonghyun was surprised and relieved to find it to be just a glass of ice water, his body parched for the hydration that he was sweating out from all of the dancing and excitement. Taemin drank his water greedily, the liquid spilling out of the corners of his mouth; Jonghyun leaned over and thumbed the liquid away, before leaning in to trail his tongue along the maknae’s lower lip gently.

The bass in the music turned up and as a unit the three started to move down the hallway towards a different room, tumbling onto the array of mattresses and pillows on the floor. A few couples were in there already, paying them no mind as they went on with their own business, sensual sounds filling the room, the air thick and heady, a window cracked and incense burning.

Taemin laid down first, surprisingly the first one to get comfortable with the situation. His back arched and he pulled his shirt off of his sticky body, setting it aside, running his fingers over his chest and teasing over his nipples, his cheeks flushed as he undid his belt and started to push his pants down. Jonghyun’s eyes stayed glued to the maknae as he pulled off his own shirt and undid his own pants, shimmying out of them and arching over Taemin, his lips skimming over the pale flesh of Taemin’s neck, teeth grazing over the skin.

Curious eyes roved over towards the threesome, wondering who they were most likely, but Jonghyun ignored their stares as Minho got undressed as well and started to lave Taemin’s torso in kisses. Together they worshiped the maknae’s body, sucking him up like he was some sort of drug, getting high off of his scent and his taste as the alcohol in their veins was replaced by Lee Taemin, replaced by the arches of his back, the presses of his fingers in their scalps, the soft mewls passed through his lips.

Minho and Jonghyun moved at the same time to get between Taemin’s legs, and they glared daggers at each other for a brief moment - the moment was only brief because Taemin was the best distraction ever, his fingers flitting over both of their cocks, tugging them closer as he sat up, kissing both of their chests. Forgetting about their competitive edge for a few seconds, Jonghyun allowed the pleasure to overcome him; Taemin’s fingers weren’t as slender as Key’s, but they weren’t as stubby as Onew’s - they were a perfect combination, just right for jacking off.

Pulsing his hips forward, Jonghyun turned his head to the side at the same time Minho did, their noses brushing together. Aware of the other’s presence once again, their fur ruffled and Jonghyun’s eyes narrowed, before Taemin pushed them both back to lie on the mattress, his hands sliding over their ribs gently but firmly. His lips moved over Jonghyun’s hips, and then moved over to Minho’s, the cold air unwelcoming on the vocalists’ skin, but once the maknae returned, it was bliss. His lips encircled the tip of Jonghyun’s cock and applied light suction, Jonghyun’s fingers tangling in blond hair as his dick fucked up into the mouth shallowly.

Taking a breath, Taemin removed his mouth from Jonghyun’s cock and moved to Minho’s, offering the same treatment. Unwilling to go ignored, Jonghyun tilted his hips to the side a bit, bumping the head of his cock against Taemin’s jaw, smearing the pre-cum over the hard edge of Taemin’s jaw line lightly, shuddering at the sensation of the maknae’s baby-soft skin against his sensitive head. He gripped the base of his dick, drawing little patterns on Taemin’s jaw and neck, focusing more on the pleasure than the pictures, his eyes fluttering slightly as his toes curled in the sheets that were gathered haphazardly at his sheets.

Taemin tapped both their hips and the older men got up on their knees, Taemin lying down on the mattress on his back, mouth open. For a second, Jonghyun just stared. He looked so wanton, so debauched, so needy for dick like that, and he glanced up at Minho to see the same look in the taller man’s eyes. Smirking, Jonghyun guided the tip of his cock into Taemin’s mouth, sliding it in and then stretching out the blond’s lips with the head before creating a popping sound upon retreat, letting the saliva and pre-cum mix to drip down the side of Taemin’s face.

Minho soon caught on, guiding the tip of his cock in as well. The heads of their dicks bumped occasionally, and while Jonghyun would’ve (in any other case) been completely appalled, right now it was a pretty awesome feeling - Minho’s cock was fat and heavy, hard and throbbing, the pulse transferring to Jonghyun’s every time their shafts touched. Their cocks were soon slicked with Taemin’s saliva and the maknae propped himself up on his elbows a bit for a better angle, closing his eyes and opening his mouth wider; both Minho and Jonghyun put one hand on the back of Taemin’s head, keeping it still as they slowly pushed their cocks inside of his mouth, side by side, watching his lips stretch wide open, his tongue laving once on the underside before lying flat and waiting for them to get in as far as they could.

Jonghyun’s head tilted back, the tight fit of his cock in Taemin’s mouth right next to Minho’s dick making his head swim. His hips spasmed and Taemin choked a little bit - he pulled back as an apology but surged forward again, him and Minho finding the right timing together to move in and out of Taemin’s mouth in tandem. It was wet, hot, tight, and fuck who know how or why Taemin could do this but God damn it was the best thing Jonghyun had ever experienced and he felt his balls drawing up and tensing, the heat coiling in his stomach and he jerked back, pulling away, squeezing the base of his dick to prevent himself from coming because fuck it all he didn’t want to cum now, not when he had the rest of Taemin to defile.

Minho chuckled at Jonghyun’s lack of self-control and Jonghyun glared at him, yanking on Taemin’s hair to force him off of Minho’s cock. Taemin let out a soft noise but didn’t refute the abuse, nuzzling into Jonghyun’s palm, almost asking for another yank to his scalp. Minho didn’t seem to perturbed by the loss; he put his hands on Taemin’s hips and flipped him over, pulling his ass up and spitting crudely onto his hole, spanking his ass cheek once. Taemin arched and gasped, fingers holding onto the sheets, his body moving to make his ass jiggle invitingly.

Jonghyun’s mouth went dry for the second time tonight, as he turned around and kneeled, jerking off his cock a few times. Minho’s hand on the small of his back wasn’t a thought until it pushed him down, however, and when Jonghyun’s chest collided with the bed and he was just as spread eagle as Taemin, his cheeks flushed and his muscles tensed, ready to fight the taller man.

“The fuck?!” Jonghyun immediately tried to get his footing to get up.

“Nope,” Minho chuckled, his hand between Jonghyun’s shoulders, effectively keeping him pinned down. He spit onto Jonghyun’s asshole and smacked the older man’s cheek, the sting tingling all the way down to Jonghyun’s toes, the vocalist feeling his pupils dilate with the intense amount of lust flowing through his veins.

Jonghyun watched Taemin’s face and knew when Minho forced himself inside; it was when Taemin’s eyes widened and then shut, his mouth falling open into an ‘o’, his knuckles turning white as they scrabbled to hold onto something. Jonghyun moved his hand, tangling their fingers together, holding tightly onto Taemin’s hand, joining them - but he knew this was how Taemin liked it, being dominated like he was nothing but a submissive slut. And he knew this was how Minho liked it - having submissive sluts, entering raw and dry, and giving no room for retaliation.

The pace in Taemin was hard and relentless, the dancer’s tiny frame jarred with every thrust. His eyes opened and he looked at Jonghyun, his eyes faded and far, far away, consumed with ecstasy and alcohol and whatever else Minho pumped through their veins, and Jonghyun felt his whole body heat up at the sight. Before he was even finished with Taemin, Minho’s hands were on Jonghyun’s hips and Taemin’s body collapsed, his eyes falling shut from exhaustion. No one had come yet, no one was done… it was just Jonghyun’s turn, now.

He felt the head of Minho’s cock pressing against his ass and he gripped the sheets tightly, preparing for the invasion - preparing for the pain, for the intensity, preparing for Minho himself. He was a hurricane and Jonghyun was addicted to him as he pushed back, his body crying out in resistance, his mind and hunger for the younger man wanting nothing more than to be fucked into the mattress. He might not be able to walk for a week after this, but it would be well worth it.

The pain would never go away, he knew that. The ripping pain, the uncomfortable feeling, the tingling pinpricks dancing up and down his spine, making him squirm and arch and writhe and try to get away and impale himself all at once. But Minho, thankfully, was pretty compassionate when it came down to it, and shoved himself in to the hilt right away, his chest lying out over Jonghyun’s back, sweat making the press slippery and a bit clumsy.

“Fuck,” Minho whispered into Jonghyun’s ear, his teeth scraping over the lobe, tugging on the diamond stud lightly.

Jonghyun pushed his ass back, his entire body on fire from the intrusion, his muscles straining against his skin. Minho’s pace was ferocious, a tiger out of the cage, his fingers leaving bruises on Jonghyun’s hips as he rammed into the smaller man’s form. It didn’t take long for Jonghyun to come undone, since he was so close to the edge anyway - Minho’s teeth tore the skin on his lateral muscle, just above his right shoulder, blood dripping down and the nerve ends over-sensitive as orgasm overtook Jonghyun, his body stiffening and spasming, cum spilling onto the mattress below him as he fucked his ass back onto Minho’s dick as hard as he could, the slapping sound of their skin meeting definitely drawing the attention of the other people in the room.

Falling breathless, Jonghyun couldn’t move once he collapsed, barely able to turn his head to watch Minho fuck Taemin just as ruthlessly. Taemin’s eyes were blazed, he was blissed out from ecstasy as he was flipped onto his back and railed, Minho’s body sweaty and veins bulging from his arms and chest as they both found their release, Taemin immediately passing out, his hair askew and eyeliner smeared over his face.

Minho rested on all fours for a moment, between Jonghyun and Taemin, before he sat back on his haunches and ran a hand over his face. The people in the room hummed appreciatively and went back to their own tasks, egged on by the show, and Jonghyun could barely lift his hand up to grab Minho’s wrist and drag him to lie down next to him and Taemin.

“Europe’s nice,” Jonghyun commented lazily.

Minho brought Taemin into his right side, and Jonghyun into his other, nodding slowly. “Feels like the top of the world.”



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