Bad Touch
Title: Bad Touch
Author: Wishunew &juliettely
Rating: NC-17
Warning: possibly dub-con, ghost sex
Summery: based off this drabble I wrote
At first it was just numbness.
A small jolt of electricity at the edge of his fingers that slowly ebbed into a feeling of not feeling. It was as if Jonghyun's fingers had detached from his palm, yet he could still wiggle them freely. He didn't even know what triggered it. He flexed his fingers experimentally, moving them as if he was playing a piano. He was about to tell Kibum who sat beside him, but they were all distracted when Jinki dropped the laundry basket on his foot with a surprised cry.
Jonghyun's thoughts were momentarily broken as their leader hurriedly bent down to retrieve the clothes scattered on the floor. The low cut of Jinki's shirt gave them all a full view of his sharp clavicles, jutting out of his skin like blades. Swallowing, Jonghyun unabashedly stared. What was it about their leader's body that fascinated him so? He unconsciously made a swiping motion with a finger, imagining that he was running it over Jinki's clavicles.
Jinki gave a gasp and faceplanted onto the fallen laundry, a squeak of surprise falling from his lips.
"Hyung, what's wrong with you?" Minho laughed as he picked up the clothes near him. "You keep falling over more than usual."
Jinki was blinking at them incredulously. "I just...didn't you feel anything?!" When the rest shook their heads, Jinki raised a hand to protectively cover his chest. "S-someone touched me."
"What?" Kibum asked as he rolled his eyes. "Hyung, please, we're all sitting here. Who could've touched you?"
Their leader didn't seem to know what to say, his mouth opening and closing like a fish's. "But, but...I felt it! It was running up like this!" He made a slicing motion across his collar. He frowned when the group laughed at him. "Why won't you guys believe me? I think this dorm is haunted."
"Yeah, right, hyung."
"So the phantom wails and moans I hear during the night were actually from the ghost?"
"Um, those...not really. But hyung, you are just imagining things!"
The rest of the group continued to tease Jinki, but Jonghyun stared at his fingers in surprise. It couldn’t be that...
He stared at Jinki, who was letting the group bully him, his lips jutting out in a near-pout. Slowly, Jonghyun's eyes traveled towards the back of Jinki's neck which was sticky with sweat. The tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth, he made another swiping motion with two of his fingers.
When Jinki jumped with a yelp and crumpled to the floor with his hands over his neck, Jonghyun grinned. He still didn't know why or how or what even, but he couldn't wait to try it out more.
---
Jonghyun had read tons of websites but nothing had remotely explained the experiences he had. The nearest he could relate it to was out-of-body experiences, but there weren't any accounts of people actually able to touch and hold things while in such a state. After sometime, he just kind of gave up searching, deciding to just try things out by himself and test the limits of his newfound ability.
After a few more tries on Jinki, albeit making the leader confused out of his wits, Jonghyun confirmed that he could perform tactile functions with his hands just by thinking of whatever part of Jinki he wanted to touch and then making slight movements with his fingers. He could run his fingers over Jinki's skin, hold his hand, lift a part of his clothing, and anything that involved touching the leader with his hands.
However, as Jonghyun tried it with the other members as well as objects, he realized that he couldn't do the same to anyone or anything else. He didn't know if it was just because they were insensitive, but pinching Kibum's arm and tickling Minho's foot and slapping Taemin's ass should've resulted to a reaction. But there was none, and the other members just looked at him weirdly as he waved his fingers about.
"Is your medicine giving you hallucinations?" Kibum quipped once and Jonghyun never waved his hands in front of them again.
A month since he got his ability, Jonghyun had learned that his ability only works on Jinki for some reason and that it wasn't only limited to his hands.
Jinki then wouldn't shut up about the time the ghost in their dorm kicked the back of his legs while he was leaning down to tie his shoes.
----
It was getting bad, Jonghyun thought during the second week since he discovered his special, albeit weird, ability. It wasn’t bad in the sense that it was getting in the way of their lives, or more importantly, their schedules since none of the other members had discovered Jonghyun’s strange skill. Since his skill seemed confined only to his actions with Jinki in mind, no one seemed to have noticed at all despite Jinki’s regular complaints that someone (the dorm ghost, he’d say) was touching him.
It was getting bad in the sense that Jonghyun just couldn’t. stop. touching Jinki.
He sometimes wondered if this unique ability manifested because he always thought about touching their leader. Even in their early years, he’d blatantly stare and watch Jinki with his tight shorts and sweaty t-shirts. He’d dream of languidly running his fingers over creamy skin, memorizing every dip and curve of Jinki body, with plus points if he managed to make the leader gasp. Jonghyun couldn’t really think of a reason why he developed an ability that only worked on Jinki except for the fact that he was deeply attracted to the man. Somehow, it felt a bit perverse, kinky even, that all those yearnings he suppressed manifested into such a skill.
A skill he couldn’t keep himself from using.
Jonghyun swore that he tried to suppress the urge to touch the leader. He had asked-in a roundabout way of course-how to become more disciplined and Kibum (of all people) told him to meditate. And so he did. And then Jinki came traipsing towards the door to slip on some shoes, leaning down without even a moment’s consideration for Jonghyun who was at the other end of the room with a perfect view of his ass. Of course, Jonghyun had a literal knee-jerk reaction, which caused him to phantom-kick Jinki’s backside, making Jinki sprawl on the floor with his ass in the air.
Meditation out of the question, Jonghyun tried out sports (as Minho said) and extended practice hours (as Taemin said), but none of them seemed to quell his urges to run phantom fingers over Jinki’s back. The urge was worse when Jinki was at his most vulnerable-when he’s almost asleep. Jonghyun often stepped into their lounge with Jinki drifting off to sleep on the massage chair, his breathing slightly uneven because of the vibrations of the chair he forgot to turn off. Jonghyun would sit in his room or in the kitchen, but the image of Jinki on the chair would refuse to leave his mind. Almost unconsciously, thoughts of touching the leader commenced, starting with light massages on Jinki’s shoulders. Jinki’s sighs made Jonghyun bolder, even going so far as to imagine sliding his fingers along the hem of Jinki’s shirt and slip under it. Tracing the contours of the older man’s stomach, the abs he’d worked hard for but was too self conscious to show off. The leader’s body was a masterpiece that Jonghyun worshiped in his mind like he lived for it, tracing up Jinki’s sides, stroking his fingers over the older man’s pecs and. Jonghyun shivered as he imagined caressing the older mans nipples, teasing the sensitive dusky skin to hardness. In the living room the leader arched into the phantom touches, mewling softly as he writhed in his sleep. The intrusive touching, though, eventually made Jinki snap his eyes open as he sprang up from the chair, running his own hands all over himself as if to check if the sensations he “dreamed” were true. Jonghyun peered into the lounge just in time to see Jinki looking down on himself, eyes wide as he realized that his “dream” had made him hard.
Jonghyun also knew it was wrong to periodically scare the leader out of his wits but it wasn’t entirely Jonghyun’s fault. More than often, it was Jinki’s. Like that time Jonghyun sleepily stumbled into the bathroom to take a leak, only to hear his name being muttered behind the shower curtains. He backed away slowly that time, taking care not to be heard. The haze of sleep still numbed his senses but he was pretty sure who the person in the shower was. He wouldn’t mistake that sweet voice, thick like honey and dripping with gasps and little whimpers. The thought of Jinki breathlessly calling out his name in the shower had Jonghyun leaning against the wall outside the bathroom and sliding a hand into his shorts. The surprised gasp from inside encouraged Jonghyun, thoughts drifting to how he would stroke the older boy just right, tease over the tip. The noises in the shower got louder, but Jonghyun was too lost in his thoughts to notice much, until the sudden, unmistakable noise of the older man’s climax shook him from his daydreams and sent him scurrying back to his bed, his boxers and hand a sticky mess.
It was both a gift and a curse, Jonghyun's ability. The strong urges to touch Jinki and the immediate guilt afterwards made Jonghyun frustrated. He knew that one way or another, he had to tell Jinki about his ability before either of them snapped.
-----
Jonghyun knew what happened was definitely his fault but he wasn’t ready to acknowledge it yet. Not with the events still fresh in his mind.
It had started innocently enough. Jonghyun had been avoiding using his ghost powers for the day, pleasantly not thinking about touching his hyung, when said man had stumbled into the living room, sweats slung low and barely hugging onto bare hips. He was shirtless, face a little puffy with sleep, skin shining with sweat from the way he slept. Jonghyun had bitten his tongue, fighting the urge to bring the man back to bed and fuck him senseless.
Whimpering, he got up to get an ice pop to help soothe the ache. His last mistake was sitting back down again, looking over at the half-dozing leader who was lounged so perfectly in the massage chair, legs spread and the slight tent of morning wood prominent from Jonghyun’s point of view.
He peeled his eyes away, focusing on the screen but he didn’t really see anything. He was too engrossed with his fantasy of being alone with the older man, getting up close and personal with Jinki’s famous junk. He hummed as he licked the ice pop, tongue pleasantly getting numb. He gave the cherry-flavored treat a long lick up the side, wishing he could have Jinki under his tongue instead.
The leader suddenly let out a weak moan across from the others on the couch, and Key stopped eating his cereal long enough to shook him a strange glance before going back to Sponge Bob. Jonghyun frowned, watching the blush spill down Jinki’s chest as he sucked lightly on the sugary sweet ice in his mouth.
He didn’t think much of it, until he tipped his head back and tried to see how far the ice could go into his throat, and Jinki nearly fell out of the chair, a weak noise falling from his mouth as he staggered and stumbled his way back into the bedroom.
“Hyung!?” Taemin asked in surprise, being the first to abandon his food and move to follow the leader, “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Fine!” Jinki yelled, voice a little high pitched and breathy, as the door lock clicked into place, “Leave m-me alone!”
He sounded desperate, Jonghyun thought as he continued to work on his ice. Probably just as desperate as he’d be for Jonghyun, if he really was working him over like he’d wanted… to…
Well, shit.
---
Jinki was having a little bit of a meltdown. Probably not a big deal now that the ghost was done licking his fucking dick, but holy god a ghost had just tried to blow him. In front of everyone!
His cock still remembered the feeling, a soft wetness, teasing at first. But suddenly his dick had been swallowed so far down that invisible throat his eyes crossed. He lay huddled on his bed, panting and wishing he had the willpower to force his hard on away.
He almost jumped at the knock on the door. “Hyung, it’s me. Open the door.” Jonghyun sounded more desperate than usual, knocking again when Jinki didn’t answer.
“Go away!” Jinki shouted half-heartedly. He needed to take care of the situation in his pants before he dealt with anyone right now.
“No, Hyung. You don’t get it.” Jonghyun paused and then suddenly, the sucking feeling was back, vicious and hard, ripping a whine from Jinki as he curled into himself from the sudden pleasure. Then just as instantly as it started, it stopped.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun sounded a little out of breath, “It’s me.”
It took a while for the older man to process, with blood rushing through his ears and down to his cock, but when he did his face went dead white and he forced himself to stand, walking to the door.
Jinki opened the door wide enough to grab a fistful of Jonghyun’s hair and yank him inside. The leader growled darkly as he shoved the blond away.
“What the fuck!” Jinki snapped angrily, pacing in front of Jonghyun. “How could you just-! And the touches! You.. You, you know” he made a desperate waving motion that described nothing, “helped my hand in the shower, Jonghyun. The shower. And…and you kicked me!” The utter betrayal in his voice was almost comical, given that the tent in the his’s pants were still pointing at Jonghyun.
“You have a really nice ass,” Jonghyun said, holding his hands up like that explained it all, “You bent over and my knee jerked. I’m sorry.”
Jinki huffed and ran a hand through his hair, slumping back onto the bed and whining low in his throat. Jonghyun sighed and sat next to him, patting his knee.
“This is really fucking weird, Jjong. Even for us,” the leader said at length, threading his fingers together and holding them over the slight bulge in his pants. “If you wanted to blow me, you could have just asked...” he added, softer and very shyly as he blushed and bit his lower lip.
Jonghyun’s heart must have stopped for a moment because Jinki couldn’t have said that… but he did. He very much did and Jjong had to breathe for a moment so he didn’t ruin this.
“Yeah?”
Oh. Very smooth.
Jinki just blushed deeper and nodded, reaching for Jonghyun’s hand, sliding it up his thigh to cover his half-hard erection. Jonghyun groaned, instantly squeezing the older man through his pants.
“I have an idea,” he muttered as he slid behind the older boy, pushing Jinki’s sweats down enough to expose his cock to the air conditioning, making the leader squeak and blush.
“W-wait, I’m...” Jinki stammered, fisting his hands into the younger’s loose pants, “I’m not sure if I can...”
“Relax, Jinki-yah” Jonghyun purred, his breath ghosting over the other man’s sensitive ear, “I’m not going to touch your fucking perfect cock.” He grinned as the older boy seemed to sag against him.
“No?” There was a mix of relief and despair in his voice and Jonghyun wrapped his arms tighter around the other’s waist.
“Well…not physically,” he giggled as he licked up the side of Jinki’s neck, imagining it was his cock. The gasped-out curse was worth it, the way Jinki bucked into the phantom touch. Jonghyun grinned and continued to worry his mouth over the elder’s throat, sucking gently and licking him like he was a lollipop, careful not to use his teeth or leave a mark.
The leader grunted and moaned, head tipped back on Jonghyun’s shoulder when the younger man grabbed his fingers, starting to slurp and suck on them. Jinki’s hips bucked up into the invisible mouth as he fisted his free hand into the blond’s hair, moving his fingers in and out of the man’s mouth to make him suck harder.
“Shit!” he suddenly gasped, his leaking cock twitching, “Jjong…F-fuck I’m gonna…Jong-jonghyun!” He moaned the younger’s name as he spilled out over his stomach and sweats, whimpering as the ghost mouth on his cock sucked him dry.
The younger purred and let Jinki’s fingers slide from his mouth as he kissed the older man’s neck, “So fucking hot, baby.”
As the older man slipped from Jonghyun's hold and slumped weakly on the bed, Jonghyun felt guilt crawling back into his mind. There was a weight lifted off him because of his confession, but he didn't know how this will affect his relationship with his hyung-would Jinki hate him for all the shit he’d pulled, would he accept Jonghyun’s strange new power? Those seemed like questions for another time, as Jinki kicked off his soiled pants and crawled under the covers, snuggling into the blankets like he hadn’t only woken up an hour or so ago.
“I need to meditate on this,” the older man informed Jonghyun from his cocoon, “Come back in an hour with some beer and we’ll talk.”
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Author: Wishunew &juliettely
Rating: NC-17
Warning: possibly dub-con, ghost sex
Summery: based off this drabble I wrote
At first it was just numbness.
A small jolt of electricity at the edge of his fingers that slowly ebbed into a feeling of not feeling. It was as if Jonghyun's fingers had detached from his palm, yet he could still wiggle them freely. He didn't even know what triggered it. He flexed his fingers experimentally, moving them as if he was playing a piano. He was about to tell Kibum who sat beside him, but they were all distracted when Jinki dropped the laundry basket on his foot with a surprised cry.
Jonghyun's thoughts were momentarily broken as their leader hurriedly bent down to retrieve the clothes scattered on the floor. The low cut of Jinki's shirt gave them all a full view of his sharp clavicles, jutting out of his skin like blades. Swallowing, Jonghyun unabashedly stared. What was it about their leader's body that fascinated him so? He unconsciously made a swiping motion with a finger, imagining that he was running it over Jinki's clavicles.
Jinki gave a gasp and faceplanted onto the fallen laundry, a squeak of surprise falling from his lips.
"Hyung, what's wrong with you?" Minho laughed as he picked up the clothes near him. "You keep falling over more than usual."
Jinki was blinking at them incredulously. "I just...didn't you feel anything?!" When the rest shook their heads, Jinki raised a hand to protectively cover his chest. "S-someone touched me."
"What?" Kibum asked as he rolled his eyes. "Hyung, please, we're all sitting here. Who could've touched you?"
Their leader didn't seem to know what to say, his mouth opening and closing like a fish's. "But, but...I felt it! It was running up like this!" He made a slicing motion across his collar. He frowned when the group laughed at him. "Why won't you guys believe me? I think this dorm is haunted."
"Yeah, right, hyung."
"So the phantom wails and moans I hear during the night were actually from the ghost?"
"Um, those...not really. But hyung, you are just imagining things!"
The rest of the group continued to tease Jinki, but Jonghyun stared at his fingers in surprise. It couldn’t be that...
He stared at Jinki, who was letting the group bully him, his lips jutting out in a near-pout. Slowly, Jonghyun's eyes traveled towards the back of Jinki's neck which was sticky with sweat. The tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth, he made another swiping motion with two of his fingers.
When Jinki jumped with a yelp and crumpled to the floor with his hands over his neck, Jonghyun grinned. He still didn't know why or how or what even, but he couldn't wait to try it out more.
---
Jonghyun had read tons of websites but nothing had remotely explained the experiences he had. The nearest he could relate it to was out-of-body experiences, but there weren't any accounts of people actually able to touch and hold things while in such a state. After sometime, he just kind of gave up searching, deciding to just try things out by himself and test the limits of his newfound ability.
After a few more tries on Jinki, albeit making the leader confused out of his wits, Jonghyun confirmed that he could perform tactile functions with his hands just by thinking of whatever part of Jinki he wanted to touch and then making slight movements with his fingers. He could run his fingers over Jinki's skin, hold his hand, lift a part of his clothing, and anything that involved touching the leader with his hands.
However, as Jonghyun tried it with the other members as well as objects, he realized that he couldn't do the same to anyone or anything else. He didn't know if it was just because they were insensitive, but pinching Kibum's arm and tickling Minho's foot and slapping Taemin's ass should've resulted to a reaction. But there was none, and the other members just looked at him weirdly as he waved his fingers about.
"Is your medicine giving you hallucinations?" Kibum quipped once and Jonghyun never waved his hands in front of them again.
A month since he got his ability, Jonghyun had learned that his ability only works on Jinki for some reason and that it wasn't only limited to his hands.
Jinki then wouldn't shut up about the time the ghost in their dorm kicked the back of his legs while he was leaning down to tie his shoes.
----
It was getting bad, Jonghyun thought during the second week since he discovered his special, albeit weird, ability. It wasn’t bad in the sense that it was getting in the way of their lives, or more importantly, their schedules since none of the other members had discovered Jonghyun’s strange skill. Since his skill seemed confined only to his actions with Jinki in mind, no one seemed to have noticed at all despite Jinki’s regular complaints that someone (the dorm ghost, he’d say) was touching him.
It was getting bad in the sense that Jonghyun just couldn’t. stop. touching Jinki.
He sometimes wondered if this unique ability manifested because he always thought about touching their leader. Even in their early years, he’d blatantly stare and watch Jinki with his tight shorts and sweaty t-shirts. He’d dream of languidly running his fingers over creamy skin, memorizing every dip and curve of Jinki body, with plus points if he managed to make the leader gasp. Jonghyun couldn’t really think of a reason why he developed an ability that only worked on Jinki except for the fact that he was deeply attracted to the man. Somehow, it felt a bit perverse, kinky even, that all those yearnings he suppressed manifested into such a skill.
A skill he couldn’t keep himself from using.
Jonghyun swore that he tried to suppress the urge to touch the leader. He had asked-in a roundabout way of course-how to become more disciplined and Kibum (of all people) told him to meditate. And so he did. And then Jinki came traipsing towards the door to slip on some shoes, leaning down without even a moment’s consideration for Jonghyun who was at the other end of the room with a perfect view of his ass. Of course, Jonghyun had a literal knee-jerk reaction, which caused him to phantom-kick Jinki’s backside, making Jinki sprawl on the floor with his ass in the air.
Meditation out of the question, Jonghyun tried out sports (as Minho said) and extended practice hours (as Taemin said), but none of them seemed to quell his urges to run phantom fingers over Jinki’s back. The urge was worse when Jinki was at his most vulnerable-when he’s almost asleep. Jonghyun often stepped into their lounge with Jinki drifting off to sleep on the massage chair, his breathing slightly uneven because of the vibrations of the chair he forgot to turn off. Jonghyun would sit in his room or in the kitchen, but the image of Jinki on the chair would refuse to leave his mind. Almost unconsciously, thoughts of touching the leader commenced, starting with light massages on Jinki’s shoulders. Jinki’s sighs made Jonghyun bolder, even going so far as to imagine sliding his fingers along the hem of Jinki’s shirt and slip under it. Tracing the contours of the older man’s stomach, the abs he’d worked hard for but was too self conscious to show off. The leader’s body was a masterpiece that Jonghyun worshiped in his mind like he lived for it, tracing up Jinki’s sides, stroking his fingers over the older man’s pecs and. Jonghyun shivered as he imagined caressing the older mans nipples, teasing the sensitive dusky skin to hardness. In the living room the leader arched into the phantom touches, mewling softly as he writhed in his sleep. The intrusive touching, though, eventually made Jinki snap his eyes open as he sprang up from the chair, running his own hands all over himself as if to check if the sensations he “dreamed” were true. Jonghyun peered into the lounge just in time to see Jinki looking down on himself, eyes wide as he realized that his “dream” had made him hard.
Jonghyun also knew it was wrong to periodically scare the leader out of his wits but it wasn’t entirely Jonghyun’s fault. More than often, it was Jinki’s. Like that time Jonghyun sleepily stumbled into the bathroom to take a leak, only to hear his name being muttered behind the shower curtains. He backed away slowly that time, taking care not to be heard. The haze of sleep still numbed his senses but he was pretty sure who the person in the shower was. He wouldn’t mistake that sweet voice, thick like honey and dripping with gasps and little whimpers. The thought of Jinki breathlessly calling out his name in the shower had Jonghyun leaning against the wall outside the bathroom and sliding a hand into his shorts. The surprised gasp from inside encouraged Jonghyun, thoughts drifting to how he would stroke the older boy just right, tease over the tip. The noises in the shower got louder, but Jonghyun was too lost in his thoughts to notice much, until the sudden, unmistakable noise of the older man’s climax shook him from his daydreams and sent him scurrying back to his bed, his boxers and hand a sticky mess.
It was both a gift and a curse, Jonghyun's ability. The strong urges to touch Jinki and the immediate guilt afterwards made Jonghyun frustrated. He knew that one way or another, he had to tell Jinki about his ability before either of them snapped.
-----
Jonghyun knew what happened was definitely his fault but he wasn’t ready to acknowledge it yet. Not with the events still fresh in his mind.
It had started innocently enough. Jonghyun had been avoiding using his ghost powers for the day, pleasantly not thinking about touching his hyung, when said man had stumbled into the living room, sweats slung low and barely hugging onto bare hips. He was shirtless, face a little puffy with sleep, skin shining with sweat from the way he slept. Jonghyun had bitten his tongue, fighting the urge to bring the man back to bed and fuck him senseless.
Whimpering, he got up to get an ice pop to help soothe the ache. His last mistake was sitting back down again, looking over at the half-dozing leader who was lounged so perfectly in the massage chair, legs spread and the slight tent of morning wood prominent from Jonghyun’s point of view.
He peeled his eyes away, focusing on the screen but he didn’t really see anything. He was too engrossed with his fantasy of being alone with the older man, getting up close and personal with Jinki’s famous junk. He hummed as he licked the ice pop, tongue pleasantly getting numb. He gave the cherry-flavored treat a long lick up the side, wishing he could have Jinki under his tongue instead.
The leader suddenly let out a weak moan across from the others on the couch, and Key stopped eating his cereal long enough to shook him a strange glance before going back to Sponge Bob. Jonghyun frowned, watching the blush spill down Jinki’s chest as he sucked lightly on the sugary sweet ice in his mouth.
He didn’t think much of it, until he tipped his head back and tried to see how far the ice could go into his throat, and Jinki nearly fell out of the chair, a weak noise falling from his mouth as he staggered and stumbled his way back into the bedroom.
“Hyung!?” Taemin asked in surprise, being the first to abandon his food and move to follow the leader, “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Fine!” Jinki yelled, voice a little high pitched and breathy, as the door lock clicked into place, “Leave m-me alone!”
He sounded desperate, Jonghyun thought as he continued to work on his ice. Probably just as desperate as he’d be for Jonghyun, if he really was working him over like he’d wanted… to…
Well, shit.
---
Jinki was having a little bit of a meltdown. Probably not a big deal now that the ghost was done licking his fucking dick, but holy god a ghost had just tried to blow him. In front of everyone!
His cock still remembered the feeling, a soft wetness, teasing at first. But suddenly his dick had been swallowed so far down that invisible throat his eyes crossed. He lay huddled on his bed, panting and wishing he had the willpower to force his hard on away.
He almost jumped at the knock on the door. “Hyung, it’s me. Open the door.” Jonghyun sounded more desperate than usual, knocking again when Jinki didn’t answer.
“Go away!” Jinki shouted half-heartedly. He needed to take care of the situation in his pants before he dealt with anyone right now.
“No, Hyung. You don’t get it.” Jonghyun paused and then suddenly, the sucking feeling was back, vicious and hard, ripping a whine from Jinki as he curled into himself from the sudden pleasure. Then just as instantly as it started, it stopped.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun sounded a little out of breath, “It’s me.”
It took a while for the older man to process, with blood rushing through his ears and down to his cock, but when he did his face went dead white and he forced himself to stand, walking to the door.
Jinki opened the door wide enough to grab a fistful of Jonghyun’s hair and yank him inside. The leader growled darkly as he shoved the blond away.
“What the fuck!” Jinki snapped angrily, pacing in front of Jonghyun. “How could you just-! And the touches! You.. You, you know” he made a desperate waving motion that described nothing, “helped my hand in the shower, Jonghyun. The shower. And…and you kicked me!” The utter betrayal in his voice was almost comical, given that the tent in the his’s pants were still pointing at Jonghyun.
“You have a really nice ass,” Jonghyun said, holding his hands up like that explained it all, “You bent over and my knee jerked. I’m sorry.”
Jinki huffed and ran a hand through his hair, slumping back onto the bed and whining low in his throat. Jonghyun sighed and sat next to him, patting his knee.
“This is really fucking weird, Jjong. Even for us,” the leader said at length, threading his fingers together and holding them over the slight bulge in his pants. “If you wanted to blow me, you could have just asked...” he added, softer and very shyly as he blushed and bit his lower lip.
Jonghyun’s heart must have stopped for a moment because Jinki couldn’t have said that… but he did. He very much did and Jjong had to breathe for a moment so he didn’t ruin this.
“Yeah?”
Oh. Very smooth.
Jinki just blushed deeper and nodded, reaching for Jonghyun’s hand, sliding it up his thigh to cover his half-hard erection. Jonghyun groaned, instantly squeezing the older man through his pants.
“I have an idea,” he muttered as he slid behind the older boy, pushing Jinki’s sweats down enough to expose his cock to the air conditioning, making the leader squeak and blush.
“W-wait, I’m...” Jinki stammered, fisting his hands into the younger’s loose pants, “I’m not sure if I can...”
“Relax, Jinki-yah” Jonghyun purred, his breath ghosting over the other man’s sensitive ear, “I’m not going to touch your fucking perfect cock.” He grinned as the older boy seemed to sag against him.
“No?” There was a mix of relief and despair in his voice and Jonghyun wrapped his arms tighter around the other’s waist.
“Well…not physically,” he giggled as he licked up the side of Jinki’s neck, imagining it was his cock. The gasped-out curse was worth it, the way Jinki bucked into the phantom touch. Jonghyun grinned and continued to worry his mouth over the elder’s throat, sucking gently and licking him like he was a lollipop, careful not to use his teeth or leave a mark.
The leader grunted and moaned, head tipped back on Jonghyun’s shoulder when the younger man grabbed his fingers, starting to slurp and suck on them. Jinki’s hips bucked up into the invisible mouth as he fisted his free hand into the blond’s hair, moving his fingers in and out of the man’s mouth to make him suck harder.
“Shit!” he suddenly gasped, his leaking cock twitching, “Jjong…F-fuck I’m gonna…Jong-jonghyun!” He moaned the younger’s name as he spilled out over his stomach and sweats, whimpering as the ghost mouth on his cock sucked him dry.
The younger purred and let Jinki’s fingers slide from his mouth as he kissed the older man’s neck, “So fucking hot, baby.”
As the older man slipped from Jonghyun's hold and slumped weakly on the bed, Jonghyun felt guilt crawling back into his mind. There was a weight lifted off him because of his confession, but he didn't know how this will affect his relationship with his hyung-would Jinki hate him for all the shit he’d pulled, would he accept Jonghyun’s strange new power? Those seemed like questions for another time, as Jinki kicked off his soiled pants and crawled under the covers, snuggling into the blankets like he hadn’t only woken up an hour or so ago.
“I need to meditate on this,” the older man informed Jonghyun from his cocoon, “Come back in an hour with some beer and we’ll talk.”
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