Candles - Part 7
Title: Candles
Author: fiar22
Rating: pg-13
Genre: ANGST, romance, some smut
Summary: Kim Kibum and Kim Jonghyun had the perfect relationship, right? They had everything, right? WRONG. But Key finds out the hard way and has to work towards getting over it so that he move forward and maybe find someone new. (summary sucks cause this started out as a one-shot XD)
Author's note: I'm posting this part on private first. The rest will be posted when indelible_x updates her fan fic "Kiss Off". If you're reading this, she probably updated, so go read. It's good. After you read this, that is. :P Anyway, I think this is the longest part so far. I worked on it for a long while. Edited it a couple times I think. So, if there are mistakes, I am probably retarded. Uhm... I don't eve know
WARNING: smut, hardcore smut. practically porn with clothing on
It had been six months, four days, thirteen hours, and twenty-six minutes since Jonghyun had broke up with Kibum. It was strange to think about that time after so long. After all, so much could happen in six months.
Although, when looking at Kibum’s life, not much had changed. He was still technically single, but so not at the same time. His relationship with Onew remained labeled as friends, friends that hang out everyday and sometimes kiss with the intensity of the sun. It was totally normal.
Then, there was the fact that Taemin had been on vacation for the last week, supposedly coming back any day now, so Kibum hadn’t been able to gossip his heart out for far too long. If no rumors were being spread the air would stay stagnant and Kibum’s life would remain boring, aside from Onew. Plus, Minho looked like a lost, dead puppy the entire time. It was actually a little pitiful and made Kibum outrageously jealous to the point of slight annoyance.
However, one thing that everyone was talking about right now was the Heechul party that was happening tonight. Key had sent five mass-texts, three mass facebook messages, and even threw some flyers around the school for the weirdos he didn’t normally associate with. This party was going to be huge and he made sure of it.
So, of course he had to look good.
Key looked into the mirror and pursed his lips. His hair had grown out from his half-shaved mohawk hairstyle and it was now completely even on both sides. It was strange to see things symmetrical again, but it was even more strange to be blond again. Though, some liked to say that blonds had more fun, so Kibum was going to take full advantage of that.
For his outfit, he tried to imagine Taemin rummaging through his closet, telling him what to wear. However, he felt it difficult because Taemin wasn’t there to force him and even though Kibum knew what Taemin would choose for him, he decided to go with what he wanted. After all, it was his closet, full of his clothes, and Taemin never actually told him what to wear, just made suggestions. Of course, Key remembered something Taemin said about banning all leopard-pattern objects until further notice, but who would tell on him?
Anyway, it was closing in on time to go and Key didn’t want to keep Onew waiting much longer. He was almost positive he’d heard a honk about five minutes ago, but his imagination could be sneaky. Just then, his door opened and the wonderful and loving mother of the Almighty Key poked her head in the door.
“Hey,” she smiled her motherly smile. It was comforting to Key, like always. “Just wanted to let you know that boy you’ve been spending all your time with--Onew, right?-- he’s been sitting outside our house for about twenty minutes and I feel kind of bad not telling you, so, yeah.”
Key smiled at his mother, “Thanks, ma. I’ll be down soon.” So much for the horn five minutes ago.
When Key slid into the passengers seat two minutes later, he saw Onew sitting back with an amused grin on his face. “What?” Key whined.
“You’re just cute,” Onew said with a little chuckle and the sexiest grin Key had ever seen before starting the car to ‘get this show on the road’.
~
When they got to the party they were greeted immediately by their aquaintances
and friends swimming through the crowd to where their real group of people were. or Key’s group of people, at least. This consisted of the girl-friends and Minho. Poor, lonely Minho.
He actually seemed to be fairing quite nicely, considering he’d been far more mopey at school than he seemed to be at this party. When they arrived, he was dancing with Tiffany, solemnly, but dancing nonetheless. Though, when he saw them, he stopped and wobbled toward them in a cool, but droopy kind of way. It was a little bit scary.
“Hey, Minho,” Onew said, trying to subdue the twitch he’d obtained from the state Minho was in.
“Hey,” Minho slurred, but not in a drunk sort of way.
“You need to cheer up. You act like Taemin dumped you or died or something. He’s just on vacation,” Key laughed, trying to find humor in the situation.
Minho gave a little smile, but his eyes still looked a bit dead, “He’s coming back soon.”
“Good, I feel like he’s been gone way too long.”
Minho agreed. If anyone needed Taemin, it was him.
“I think I’m going to go try and find some of my friends,” Onew said to Key, but Key quickly stopped him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he held his arm, “You are going to dance with me.”
Onew sort of looked at him incredulously. “Are you serious?”
Key didn’t think it was that outlandish of a request. After all, they had been hanging out for a little over three months and had kissed a million times. What would dancing hurt? However, they never showed any public affection. Actually, no one even knew that Onew may or may not be gay. So, while Key could see the dilemma, he wanted to be past it, simply because he wanted to dance.
“It’s just dancing. What? Are you scared?” Key teased because keeping the mood light was always a good direction to go with Onew.
“You know how I feel,” was all Onew said. He stared into Kibum’s eyes with a sort of intensity that always drove Kibum insane with desire. This boy...
“Well, if you don’t want to dance with me, I suppose I can dance with Minho,” Key said conclusively. He walked over to Minho and gave a smile and a wink. Minho got the message without words because he didn’t really like using a lot of words anyway.
With that, Key tugged at Minho’s hand, leading him into a bit of open space and they began to dance with each other. At first, it was just a bit of swaying, Key’s back to Minho, their hips trying to read each other’s flow. Then, Minho reached around to grab the front of Key’s hips and brought them back against himself. Key felt a little jolt when this happened and smiled at the thought of Onew watching him dancing with another guy.
It didn’t seem like it would be so, but Onew was definitely a jealous guy. He may not have shown it in the open, but when they were alone he knew how to mark his territory. How else would the hickeys Key wore make any sense?
Anyway, Key continued to dance with Minho and let himself fall into the groove the other boy set. He felt as if he was just getting used to Minho’s body behind him when he felt someone else’s arm snake around his waist and pull him away from his partner and close to them. He opened his eyes and looked up a bit to see the burning eyes of his beloved Onew.
“From now on, you only dance with me,” Onew whispered into his ear. The command left Kibum at loss for words, only nodding in response, and he felt a heated sensation begin to form in the pit of his stomach.
With that, Onew spun Key around, taking hold of his wrists and wrapping his arms around the boy in front of him, causing Key’s back side to collide with Onew’s front. Key had a sharp intake of breath and felt the heat in his stomach grow along with something in his pants. Yes, Key had rubbed against Onew’s bulge before, but something about this was so much more appetizing. (dubulge)
Then, Key felt small kisses trail up the side of his neck, so he leaned his head to the other side to open up room and he smiled. “You’re enjoying yourself far too much.”
“You teased me,” Onew chuckled lightly, letting his grip on Key loosen a little.
“If this is the result from a bit of dancing, I should tease more often,” Key smiled.
~
After a couple shots (sodrunk) and more public bumping and grinding, Onew and Key decided it was a bit too public. So, they retreated to one of the many bedrooms in Heechul’s large house. It probably would have been painfully familiar to Key if he hadn’t been as drunk as he was.
As soon as the door closed, Key felt his back against the door and Onew’s hands were everywhere. His lips were obviously occupied by the other boy’s, but Key still attempted to mumble, “probably safe,” to ensure Onew that no one had seen them enter the room. Not that it would really matter who saw them go into the room because the dance floor had been quite a show that even some of the drunkest teenagers would probably remember glimpses of.
Key’s hands found their way safely to Onew’s face, so he became risky and moved one down to his neck and the other into the older boy’s hair. This was also successful and Key gave himself a few compliments for not doing something awkward in the middle of the awesome make-out session he was currently having.
Yes, Key was satisfied with where things currently were. However, Onew was a different story. Being a possibly(definite) gay male when he believed himself to be straight for so long was awfully confusing. All the feelings he normally had for girls were still there, but with Key as well. Key had tried to discuss his sexuality with him once, but Onew didn’t really like labels and would have rathered just not talk about it for a while longer, but not talking about it created a sexual tension that he wasn’t sure how to satisfy
.
Mostly, he believed this to be because he wasn’t attracted to any guys other than Key. After their kiss, he became highly intrigued and wondered if he’d been missing out on some big part of his life for a long while. However, he’d found that gay porn was a bit disturbing and any guys he tried to picture himself with at school, he quickly became repulsed by the idea. But there was still Key, whom he wanted more and more as each day passed.
So, he was rightfully frustrated. In fact, this may have been why at this very moment he ground his growing erection into Key’s, something that made Key feel breathless.
With all the grinding and making out, Key was starting to feel a bit flustered. After all, he’d done his best to stay at bay with Onew, simply because he wanted Onew to be able to go at his own pace, but tonight it seemed like Onew was braver and making bolder moves than he’d previously done. It was driving Key up a wall, and with his current intoxication level, there would be no controlling it.
“Onew,” Key whined into the older boy’s ear as he kissed down his jawline, toward his neck. Key’s head fell back in complete satisfaction.
Onew grunted a bit at this and mumbled something like, “you’re so. fucking. hot. when you’re like this.”
However, Key wasn’t about to sit there and decipher the sentence. Instead, he took hold of Onew’s shoulders, bringing him back up into the kiss, and pushed him back until the both fell upon the bed. Kibum did like the idea of being on top.
Key let his hands glide down Onew’s arms and caught his wrists before pulling them up above his head. He pressed them down further into the bed and deepened the kiss between the two of them. At this, Onew made a very pleasing sound. Perhaps, he enjoyed being dominated, just a little.
However, just as Key was settling into the position and thinking of all the possibilities he had, Onew managed to free his wrists and turn them over in what Key could only identify as ‘the blink of an eye’. Another thing Key noticed was that the top half of his body no longer had clothing. He wasn’t really sure when that happened, but he figured he should equal things out a bit, so he tugged at the hem of Onew’s shirt. Before he knew it, that was gone too.
It was all happening very fast to Key, but he didn’t mind. He had the dull sense that he wanted Onew inside him, but was much too intoxicated to figure out how to get there himself. On the other hand, Onew seemed to be chugging along just fine. He at least had enough sense to unbutton Kibum’s pants and begin to roughly tug them down. It was almost strange how familiar it all felt to him considering every other time they had been anywhere close to fooling around, he’d always chickened out when it came to Key’s pants. His own pants had been down at least once with Key and Key’s hand had ventured down to grasp Onew a couple of times, but Key’s pants seemed like a sort of taboo to their normal activities.
Anyway, Key’s pants were long gone and one of Onew’s hands traveled down to meet Key’s erect member through the thin fabric of his underwear. Even in his slight confusion, Key moved his hips upwards in response. He hadn’t known it, but he’d been dying to be touched by Onew for a long time. He’d thought he could withstand not getting any for six months, but this was more than proof that he was wrong.
But this still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted Onew inside him. Feeling a bit more responsive thanks to Onew’s brave stimulations, Key’s hands were able to find the button on Onew’s pants and began to play with it in hopes it may just fall apart. Instead, Onew took his hand away from Key’s bulge and unclasped the button himself. He smiled a little into their make out session and Key seemed grateful. Before long Key managed to wiggle Onew out of his pants and both were, at last, only in their boxers. It was quite an accomplishment.
Key trailed his hand down Onew’s chest, the other tangled in his hair, and felt himself become more and more excited as he neared Onew’s awaiting bulge. When he touched it, he shivered into a moan of anticipation because the guy was definitely well-endowed. Much larger than Jonghyun, at least.
Onew felt himself smirk as Key shiver underneath him. It was delightful to have so much power over someone like Kibum. Onew felt his darker, more lustful side continue to boil with in him, wanting only Key. But then, there was something else. He wasn’t positive, but he thought he might have to pee. Now, this could have just been because he was horny, but he’d never felt the strong urge to pee just from being horny.
He began to smile into their kiss and then started to chuckle as he slowly broke it. “I think,” he paused and giggled a little bit. “I think I have to pee.”
Key just stared at him before laughing and then pushing the older boy off. “Go, hurry back.” Lucky for them, it happened to be a bedroom equipped with a bathroom. So, Onew trotted over to the toilet and shut the door.
Key lifted himself only slightly so that he rest on his elbows, eyes lidded from feeling tired and lustful. After doing it, they would probably just sleep or so Key hoped. After all, what would be the pleasure in Onew pounding him senseless if they couldn’t cuddle afterwards? Seriously.
As Key waited, he listened to the party that was still raging downstairs. It could be heard clearly from where they were and people could be heard passing back and forth through the hall. So, it hadn’t occurred to Key when he heard stumbling footsteps approaching the door, that the person was actually planning to come in the room. Even when the door opened, Key assumed when the person saw him, they would leave, but instead a figure stumbled into the room.
Now, if it hadn’t been mentioned before, it would be a good time to say the lights were off. All was dark and the only thing Key saw when the person entered the room was a black figure in the middle of the shining lights from outside the room.
“Turn that off,” Key mumbled as he tried to shield his eyes.
“Is that you?” a voice slurred from the figure as he slid the door shut.
This time, Key sat up and blinked his eyes a couple times, squinting into the darkness to see if he could make out the figure any better. “Jongie?” he asked, simply because the voice matched.
“Bummie, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” the voiced cried. He turned and hit the light switch and, sure enough, it was Jonghyun.
“What are you...” Key started, but cut himself off when he saw the tear-stricken face of Jonghyun. He was crying? Key began to wonder if someone spiked his drink to make him hallucinate because never, in the three years he’d known Jonghyun, had he ever seen him cry.
While Key was trying to organize his thoughts, Jonghyun walked toward the bed until he came to the edge and then got on his knees. He reached his hand out to touch Kibum’s and Key just let him. It was far more confusing than anything he’d ever had happen in his life.
Jonghyun brought Key’s hand to his face and put it on his cheek as he cried. He was obviously drunk, but he tended to be the confession-type when intoxicated to a certain point. So, this was at least a bit familiar. “Bummie, I messed up so bad. I can’t believe it. I messed up so bad,” Jonghyun sobbed nearly incoherently, but Key had a special ear for this blubbering nonsense.
“What did you do?” Key asked. His tone was awfully kind and pitiful for someone who should have hated the boy he hadn’t spoke with in over six months.
“I lost you,” Jonghyun choked out. It should have been obvious to Key, but he really didn’t think Jonghyun would ever cross his path again. “I lost you and you were the best thing that ever happened to me. You were it. You were my one. Oh god, I love you so much. I just want to hold you. I can’t believe how stupid I am. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he continued.
Key felt tired and coherent thoughts were far and few at this point; however, he managed to stared at Jonghyun with concentrated intensity and ask, “What about Jessica?”
“Wha-?” Jongyhun looked up at Key with his puffy, red eyes and said, “We broke up so long ago. I don’t care about her. Don’t you see it? I love you. You’ve always been the only one. I just want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I lost you. I wanted you before that, but I’m so stupid that I always mess up. I always mess up. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you...”
Key started to sober up a little bit more and really hear what Jonghyun was saying. “Jong...,” he was nearly at a loss for what to say. “Jong, get up. Get up right now. Now, look at me. Hey, I said look at me.” Key had pulled Jonghyun to his feet along with himself and forced Jonghyun to look him in the eye. “Now, let me tell you cleanly and clearly so that there is no confusion in your mind. I loved you. I did, really, but now it’s over. You broke up with me half a year ago and you’re just now coming to tell me this? Well, it’s way too late for me to be stupid enough to go back to you. However, I do want you to know that you don’t have to be like this. If I was so great, then you need to show me you were worth it, okay? Stop getting so drunk that you piss in your sleep, or vomit everywhere, and stop making unnecessary confessions and mostly stop having sex with anything with legs. Okay? Do you hear me? I may have been mad at you, but we were together for a long time and I know we can be friends. I can be here for you, but you need to clean yourself up. Are you listening?” Key finally paused and waited for a reply. Jonghyun nodded, snot starting to drip down his nose. He was still crying. “Stop crying. It doesn’t suit you. Anyway, do you need me to take you home? You look like a wreck.” Jonghyun nodded again. “Okay.”
It was around that time that Key realized he was just in his boxers, and it was around that time that the bathroom door opened and Onew popped out, also only in his boxers. Key wondered how much Onew could have heard and he figured it was probably everything. They both were not nearly as lustful as they had been only five minutes ago and with the problem of the sobbing Jonghyun they couldn’t really have sex.
“We need to take him home,” was all Key said to Onew, but Onew understood.
~
Key sighed as he pulled the covers over Jonghyun’s half-nude body. He’d been kind enough to bring Jonghyun into his room and make him comfortable before covering him. Luckily, Jonghyun’s parents had been sleeping, so Key didn’t have trouble getting in unnoticed.
“You’re with that guy now, aren’t you?” Jonghyun asked even though Key thought he’d already fallen asleep.
“Yeah, I am.” He looked at Jonghyun and wondered what thoughts were going through his head.
“Does... does he make you happy?”
It seemed like a simple question, but something about it made Key’s heart wrench harder than it ever had.
“Yes,” Key answered simply, though he felt a tear fall down his cheek.
Jonghyun smiled sleepily. He seemed genuinely happy for that moment. “That’s all that matters then. Good night, bummie,” Jonghyun cooed before his head lulled to the side and Key knew he was really asleep this time.
Author: fiar22
Rating: pg-13
Genre: ANGST, romance, some smut
Summary: Kim Kibum and Kim Jonghyun had the perfect relationship, right? They had everything, right? WRONG. But Key finds out the hard way and has to work towards getting over it so that he move forward and maybe find someone new. (summary sucks cause this started out as a one-shot XD)
Author's note: I'm posting this part on private first. The rest will be posted when indelible_x updates her fan fic "Kiss Off". If you're reading this, she probably updated, so go read. It's good. After you read this, that is. :P Anyway, I think this is the longest part so far. I worked on it for a long while. Edited it a couple times I think. So, if there are mistakes, I am probably retarded. Uhm... I don't eve know
WARNING: smut, hardcore smut. practically porn with clothing on
It had been six months, four days, thirteen hours, and twenty-six minutes since Jonghyun had broke up with Kibum. It was strange to think about that time after so long. After all, so much could happen in six months.
Although, when looking at Kibum’s life, not much had changed. He was still technically single, but so not at the same time. His relationship with Onew remained labeled as friends, friends that hang out everyday and sometimes kiss with the intensity of the sun. It was totally normal.
Then, there was the fact that Taemin had been on vacation for the last week, supposedly coming back any day now, so Kibum hadn’t been able to gossip his heart out for far too long. If no rumors were being spread the air would stay stagnant and Kibum’s life would remain boring, aside from Onew. Plus, Minho looked like a lost, dead puppy the entire time. It was actually a little pitiful and made Kibum outrageously jealous to the point of slight annoyance.
However, one thing that everyone was talking about right now was the Heechul party that was happening tonight. Key had sent five mass-texts, three mass facebook messages, and even threw some flyers around the school for the weirdos he didn’t normally associate with. This party was going to be huge and he made sure of it.
So, of course he had to look good.
Key looked into the mirror and pursed his lips. His hair had grown out from his half-shaved mohawk hairstyle and it was now completely even on both sides. It was strange to see things symmetrical again, but it was even more strange to be blond again. Though, some liked to say that blonds had more fun, so Kibum was going to take full advantage of that.
For his outfit, he tried to imagine Taemin rummaging through his closet, telling him what to wear. However, he felt it difficult because Taemin wasn’t there to force him and even though Kibum knew what Taemin would choose for him, he decided to go with what he wanted. After all, it was his closet, full of his clothes, and Taemin never actually told him what to wear, just made suggestions. Of course, Key remembered something Taemin said about banning all leopard-pattern objects until further notice, but who would tell on him?
Anyway, it was closing in on time to go and Key didn’t want to keep Onew waiting much longer. He was almost positive he’d heard a honk about five minutes ago, but his imagination could be sneaky. Just then, his door opened and the wonderful and loving mother of the Almighty Key poked her head in the door.
“Hey,” she smiled her motherly smile. It was comforting to Key, like always. “Just wanted to let you know that boy you’ve been spending all your time with--Onew, right?-- he’s been sitting outside our house for about twenty minutes and I feel kind of bad not telling you, so, yeah.”
Key smiled at his mother, “Thanks, ma. I’ll be down soon.” So much for the horn five minutes ago.
When Key slid into the passengers seat two minutes later, he saw Onew sitting back with an amused grin on his face. “What?” Key whined.
“You’re just cute,” Onew said with a little chuckle and the sexiest grin Key had ever seen before starting the car to ‘get this show on the road’.
~
When they got to the party they were greeted immediately by their aquaintances
and friends swimming through the crowd to where their real group of people were. or Key’s group of people, at least. This consisted of the girl-friends and Minho. Poor, lonely Minho.
He actually seemed to be fairing quite nicely, considering he’d been far more mopey at school than he seemed to be at this party. When they arrived, he was dancing with Tiffany, solemnly, but dancing nonetheless. Though, when he saw them, he stopped and wobbled toward them in a cool, but droopy kind of way. It was a little bit scary.
“Hey, Minho,” Onew said, trying to subdue the twitch he’d obtained from the state Minho was in.
“Hey,” Minho slurred, but not in a drunk sort of way.
“You need to cheer up. You act like Taemin dumped you or died or something. He’s just on vacation,” Key laughed, trying to find humor in the situation.
Minho gave a little smile, but his eyes still looked a bit dead, “He’s coming back soon.”
“Good, I feel like he’s been gone way too long.”
Minho agreed. If anyone needed Taemin, it was him.
“I think I’m going to go try and find some of my friends,” Onew said to Key, but Key quickly stopped him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he held his arm, “You are going to dance with me.”
Onew sort of looked at him incredulously. “Are you serious?”
Key didn’t think it was that outlandish of a request. After all, they had been hanging out for a little over three months and had kissed a million times. What would dancing hurt? However, they never showed any public affection. Actually, no one even knew that Onew may or may not be gay. So, while Key could see the dilemma, he wanted to be past it, simply because he wanted to dance.
“It’s just dancing. What? Are you scared?” Key teased because keeping the mood light was always a good direction to go with Onew.
“You know how I feel,” was all Onew said. He stared into Kibum’s eyes with a sort of intensity that always drove Kibum insane with desire. This boy...
“Well, if you don’t want to dance with me, I suppose I can dance with Minho,” Key said conclusively. He walked over to Minho and gave a smile and a wink. Minho got the message without words because he didn’t really like using a lot of words anyway.
With that, Key tugged at Minho’s hand, leading him into a bit of open space and they began to dance with each other. At first, it was just a bit of swaying, Key’s back to Minho, their hips trying to read each other’s flow. Then, Minho reached around to grab the front of Key’s hips and brought them back against himself. Key felt a little jolt when this happened and smiled at the thought of Onew watching him dancing with another guy.
It didn’t seem like it would be so, but Onew was definitely a jealous guy. He may not have shown it in the open, but when they were alone he knew how to mark his territory. How else would the hickeys Key wore make any sense?
Anyway, Key continued to dance with Minho and let himself fall into the groove the other boy set. He felt as if he was just getting used to Minho’s body behind him when he felt someone else’s arm snake around his waist and pull him away from his partner and close to them. He opened his eyes and looked up a bit to see the burning eyes of his beloved Onew.
“From now on, you only dance with me,” Onew whispered into his ear. The command left Kibum at loss for words, only nodding in response, and he felt a heated sensation begin to form in the pit of his stomach.
With that, Onew spun Key around, taking hold of his wrists and wrapping his arms around the boy in front of him, causing Key’s back side to collide with Onew’s front. Key had a sharp intake of breath and felt the heat in his stomach grow along with something in his pants. Yes, Key had rubbed against Onew’s bulge before, but something about this was so much more appetizing. (dubulge)
Then, Key felt small kisses trail up the side of his neck, so he leaned his head to the other side to open up room and he smiled. “You’re enjoying yourself far too much.”
“You teased me,” Onew chuckled lightly, letting his grip on Key loosen a little.
“If this is the result from a bit of dancing, I should tease more often,” Key smiled.
~
After a couple shots (sodrunk) and more public bumping and grinding, Onew and Key decided it was a bit too public. So, they retreated to one of the many bedrooms in Heechul’s large house. It probably would have been painfully familiar to Key if he hadn’t been as drunk as he was.
As soon as the door closed, Key felt his back against the door and Onew’s hands were everywhere. His lips were obviously occupied by the other boy’s, but Key still attempted to mumble, “probably safe,” to ensure Onew that no one had seen them enter the room. Not that it would really matter who saw them go into the room because the dance floor had been quite a show that even some of the drunkest teenagers would probably remember glimpses of.
Key’s hands found their way safely to Onew’s face, so he became risky and moved one down to his neck and the other into the older boy’s hair. This was also successful and Key gave himself a few compliments for not doing something awkward in the middle of the awesome make-out session he was currently having.
Yes, Key was satisfied with where things currently were. However, Onew was a different story. Being a possibly(definite) gay male when he believed himself to be straight for so long was awfully confusing. All the feelings he normally had for girls were still there, but with Key as well. Key had tried to discuss his sexuality with him once, but Onew didn’t really like labels and would have rathered just not talk about it for a while longer, but not talking about it created a sexual tension that he wasn’t sure how to satisfy
.
Mostly, he believed this to be because he wasn’t attracted to any guys other than Key. After their kiss, he became highly intrigued and wondered if he’d been missing out on some big part of his life for a long while. However, he’d found that gay porn was a bit disturbing and any guys he tried to picture himself with at school, he quickly became repulsed by the idea. But there was still Key, whom he wanted more and more as each day passed.
So, he was rightfully frustrated. In fact, this may have been why at this very moment he ground his growing erection into Key’s, something that made Key feel breathless.
With all the grinding and making out, Key was starting to feel a bit flustered. After all, he’d done his best to stay at bay with Onew, simply because he wanted Onew to be able to go at his own pace, but tonight it seemed like Onew was braver and making bolder moves than he’d previously done. It was driving Key up a wall, and with his current intoxication level, there would be no controlling it.
“Onew,” Key whined into the older boy’s ear as he kissed down his jawline, toward his neck. Key’s head fell back in complete satisfaction.
Onew grunted a bit at this and mumbled something like, “you’re so. fucking. hot. when you’re like this.”
However, Key wasn’t about to sit there and decipher the sentence. Instead, he took hold of Onew’s shoulders, bringing him back up into the kiss, and pushed him back until the both fell upon the bed. Kibum did like the idea of being on top.
Key let his hands glide down Onew’s arms and caught his wrists before pulling them up above his head. He pressed them down further into the bed and deepened the kiss between the two of them. At this, Onew made a very pleasing sound. Perhaps, he enjoyed being dominated, just a little.
However, just as Key was settling into the position and thinking of all the possibilities he had, Onew managed to free his wrists and turn them over in what Key could only identify as ‘the blink of an eye’. Another thing Key noticed was that the top half of his body no longer had clothing. He wasn’t really sure when that happened, but he figured he should equal things out a bit, so he tugged at the hem of Onew’s shirt. Before he knew it, that was gone too.
It was all happening very fast to Key, but he didn’t mind. He had the dull sense that he wanted Onew inside him, but was much too intoxicated to figure out how to get there himself. On the other hand, Onew seemed to be chugging along just fine. He at least had enough sense to unbutton Kibum’s pants and begin to roughly tug them down. It was almost strange how familiar it all felt to him considering every other time they had been anywhere close to fooling around, he’d always chickened out when it came to Key’s pants. His own pants had been down at least once with Key and Key’s hand had ventured down to grasp Onew a couple of times, but Key’s pants seemed like a sort of taboo to their normal activities.
Anyway, Key’s pants were long gone and one of Onew’s hands traveled down to meet Key’s erect member through the thin fabric of his underwear. Even in his slight confusion, Key moved his hips upwards in response. He hadn’t known it, but he’d been dying to be touched by Onew for a long time. He’d thought he could withstand not getting any for six months, but this was more than proof that he was wrong.
But this still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted Onew inside him. Feeling a bit more responsive thanks to Onew’s brave stimulations, Key’s hands were able to find the button on Onew’s pants and began to play with it in hopes it may just fall apart. Instead, Onew took his hand away from Key’s bulge and unclasped the button himself. He smiled a little into their make out session and Key seemed grateful. Before long Key managed to wiggle Onew out of his pants and both were, at last, only in their boxers. It was quite an accomplishment.
Key trailed his hand down Onew’s chest, the other tangled in his hair, and felt himself become more and more excited as he neared Onew’s awaiting bulge. When he touched it, he shivered into a moan of anticipation because the guy was definitely well-endowed. Much larger than Jonghyun, at least.
Onew felt himself smirk as Key shiver underneath him. It was delightful to have so much power over someone like Kibum. Onew felt his darker, more lustful side continue to boil with in him, wanting only Key. But then, there was something else. He wasn’t positive, but he thought he might have to pee. Now, this could have just been because he was horny, but he’d never felt the strong urge to pee just from being horny.
He began to smile into their kiss and then started to chuckle as he slowly broke it. “I think,” he paused and giggled a little bit. “I think I have to pee.”
Key just stared at him before laughing and then pushing the older boy off. “Go, hurry back.” Lucky for them, it happened to be a bedroom equipped with a bathroom. So, Onew trotted over to the toilet and shut the door.
Key lifted himself only slightly so that he rest on his elbows, eyes lidded from feeling tired and lustful. After doing it, they would probably just sleep or so Key hoped. After all, what would be the pleasure in Onew pounding him senseless if they couldn’t cuddle afterwards? Seriously.
As Key waited, he listened to the party that was still raging downstairs. It could be heard clearly from where they were and people could be heard passing back and forth through the hall. So, it hadn’t occurred to Key when he heard stumbling footsteps approaching the door, that the person was actually planning to come in the room. Even when the door opened, Key assumed when the person saw him, they would leave, but instead a figure stumbled into the room.
Now, if it hadn’t been mentioned before, it would be a good time to say the lights were off. All was dark and the only thing Key saw when the person entered the room was a black figure in the middle of the shining lights from outside the room.
“Turn that off,” Key mumbled as he tried to shield his eyes.
“Is that you?” a voice slurred from the figure as he slid the door shut.
This time, Key sat up and blinked his eyes a couple times, squinting into the darkness to see if he could make out the figure any better. “Jongie?” he asked, simply because the voice matched.
“Bummie, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” the voiced cried. He turned and hit the light switch and, sure enough, it was Jonghyun.
“What are you...” Key started, but cut himself off when he saw the tear-stricken face of Jonghyun. He was crying? Key began to wonder if someone spiked his drink to make him hallucinate because never, in the three years he’d known Jonghyun, had he ever seen him cry.
While Key was trying to organize his thoughts, Jonghyun walked toward the bed until he came to the edge and then got on his knees. He reached his hand out to touch Kibum’s and Key just let him. It was far more confusing than anything he’d ever had happen in his life.
Jonghyun brought Key’s hand to his face and put it on his cheek as he cried. He was obviously drunk, but he tended to be the confession-type when intoxicated to a certain point. So, this was at least a bit familiar. “Bummie, I messed up so bad. I can’t believe it. I messed up so bad,” Jonghyun sobbed nearly incoherently, but Key had a special ear for this blubbering nonsense.
“What did you do?” Key asked. His tone was awfully kind and pitiful for someone who should have hated the boy he hadn’t spoke with in over six months.
“I lost you,” Jonghyun choked out. It should have been obvious to Key, but he really didn’t think Jonghyun would ever cross his path again. “I lost you and you were the best thing that ever happened to me. You were it. You were my one. Oh god, I love you so much. I just want to hold you. I can’t believe how stupid I am. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he continued.
Key felt tired and coherent thoughts were far and few at this point; however, he managed to stared at Jonghyun with concentrated intensity and ask, “What about Jessica?”
“Wha-?” Jongyhun looked up at Key with his puffy, red eyes and said, “We broke up so long ago. I don’t care about her. Don’t you see it? I love you. You’ve always been the only one. I just want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I lost you. I wanted you before that, but I’m so stupid that I always mess up. I always mess up. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you...”
Key started to sober up a little bit more and really hear what Jonghyun was saying. “Jong...,” he was nearly at a loss for what to say. “Jong, get up. Get up right now. Now, look at me. Hey, I said look at me.” Key had pulled Jonghyun to his feet along with himself and forced Jonghyun to look him in the eye. “Now, let me tell you cleanly and clearly so that there is no confusion in your mind. I loved you. I did, really, but now it’s over. You broke up with me half a year ago and you’re just now coming to tell me this? Well, it’s way too late for me to be stupid enough to go back to you. However, I do want you to know that you don’t have to be like this. If I was so great, then you need to show me you were worth it, okay? Stop getting so drunk that you piss in your sleep, or vomit everywhere, and stop making unnecessary confessions and mostly stop having sex with anything with legs. Okay? Do you hear me? I may have been mad at you, but we were together for a long time and I know we can be friends. I can be here for you, but you need to clean yourself up. Are you listening?” Key finally paused and waited for a reply. Jonghyun nodded, snot starting to drip down his nose. He was still crying. “Stop crying. It doesn’t suit you. Anyway, do you need me to take you home? You look like a wreck.” Jonghyun nodded again. “Okay.”
It was around that time that Key realized he was just in his boxers, and it was around that time that the bathroom door opened and Onew popped out, also only in his boxers. Key wondered how much Onew could have heard and he figured it was probably everything. They both were not nearly as lustful as they had been only five minutes ago and with the problem of the sobbing Jonghyun they couldn’t really have sex.
“We need to take him home,” was all Key said to Onew, but Onew understood.
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Key sighed as he pulled the covers over Jonghyun’s half-nude body. He’d been kind enough to bring Jonghyun into his room and make him comfortable before covering him. Luckily, Jonghyun’s parents had been sleeping, so Key didn’t have trouble getting in unnoticed.
“You’re with that guy now, aren’t you?” Jonghyun asked even though Key thought he’d already fallen asleep.
“Yeah, I am.” He looked at Jonghyun and wondered what thoughts were going through his head.
“Does... does he make you happy?”
It seemed like a simple question, but something about it made Key’s heart wrench harder than it ever had.
“Yes,” Key answered simply, though he felt a tear fall down his cheek.
Jonghyun smiled sleepily. He seemed genuinely happy for that moment. “That’s all that matters then. Good night, bummie,” Jonghyun cooed before his head lulled to the side and Key knew he was really asleep this time.