The One Where Minho and Jonghyun Sext
r // minho/jonghyun // ~2k w
-- it says in my email that it's haiiro_ai's
bday today! (if it isn't really then idc coz this
fic is still for you lol) so happy bday! i hope
you celebrate it well and here's a little something
to feed your fangirl heart. :)
The truth is… when Minho is drunk, only then does he notice how fucking fantastic tiles really are. Maybe it has something to do with the way that everything is just so fucking clean. The way not even a singular piece of debris fights through the crosses. Maybe he's been laughing too hard about that trick Changmin showed him earlier with the cigarette and the water and that weird mini fire cracker it makes, which is ridiculous because there was nothing funny about it in the slightest.
Seriously though, these tiles are bizarrely magnificent tonight.
Minho appreciates the Clorox compromised surfaces, just glistening beneath his toes and suddenly he's so close to it and his nose is being flattened and something clean flares through his nostrils. It takes him a moment to realize that he's face down on the bathroom floor.
Then he laughs.
"Dude, get out already." This frustrated and languid knock abruptly rings from the other side of the door, making Minho still in his place as though being caught in the act of something vile. Jonghyun's voice breaks unbecomingly. All that drunken karaoke from earlier must have taken an evident toll on him.
Minho rolls on his back, taking the whole world with him as it seems, feeling it spin between his eyes. Blindly, he palms his front pockets for his cellphone.
He turns his head to the side just to confirm that Jonghyun's shadow is nowhere near the door, assuming that he has gone to their room already, pissed as ever. Minho bites his lower lip, coughing a few times as he raises his cellphone to level with his face. Mischievously, he types in a message, snorts halfway, and then presses send.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
what r u wearing ;)
Jonghyun reads the message once, letting his hand fall back to the bed.
Then he does a double take.
Scoffing, Jonghyun frustratingly types his reply.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
a cheerleading outfit. what the fuck do u thnk
Minho laughs behind the back of his hand, a purple and yellow cheerleading outfit painted on Jonghyun somehow making it to his mind and it's so funny that absolutely nothing can be funnier.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
mmm want me to rip your skirt off with my teeth babe?
"The fuck." That message has Jonghyun sitting up in bed. He hurriedly types back a response much similar to his right now, then furrows his brows. On second thought…
Jonghyun swings his feet over the bed and scurries to the door. He moves to Jinki's room and finds that the door is locked. The same goes for Taemin and Kibum's room. And the light from the bathroom is still on which can only mean that it's just Minho in there being an idiot.
He marches back to his and Minho's room, rumpling his hair when he jumps back in bed. He stares at the message Minho last sent, reads it over and over again and thinks that whatever Minho is playing at is obviously caused by his current state of intoxication. And he needs a shower pretty bad but fucking Minho is too busy mucking around being all un-Minho-like.
But, see, Jonghyun figures that telling Minho to GTFO of the bathroom isn't going to do him any favors. And he knows that there probably won't be any harm in humoring the boy so long as when he does, he's just one dirty message away from an overdue shower.
Besides, it's not like his porn writing skills haven't been tested before. Being in a band with four other members and not being allowed much time off, you'll be forced to be creative in matters of finding… ehem… release.
Also. This is Minho okay. It'll be fun trying to one up the other and finding new ways to describe immoral acts especially from someone as outwardly awkward and timid (or so he likes to play) as Minho.
Maybe he'll throw in a sports reference or two.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
i want you to put thos pretty lips of urs to good use
The tiles warm up underneath Minho's back, and he glares at the message almost disbelievingly. He's still pinned on the floor but there's nothing magical about the tiles anymore. If anything, they're almost too dirty to lie on.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
do u want me to suck u off
Jonghyun frowns, unsure of where this is going. He knows that there are a lot of things that he could do instead of this. He could just kick the door open or threaten to make Minho sleep on the couch or propose a contrived threat regarding his belongings and a jar of kimchi.
Or maybe he could just not take the shower at all and wait for the morning. He can pretend to be asleep and forget about the message since they haven't exactly gone too off track from sanity.
So he sends something Minho can counter lamely.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
i don't want you to choke tho :D
Minho warily grins at the screen.
He is typing his message down when he hesitates and thinks that he probably shouldn't. But then he pictures Jonghyun in their room, alone, lying on his bed and waiting for Minho's response. He wonders if Jonghyun is just waiting for the ball to drop.
Or if he has more tricks up his sleeve.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
u have to hold my head down then
Jonghyun lies on his side, blinking at his screen.
His thighs unconsciously squeeze tight together and he squirms with an unattractive scowl on his face.
He hasn't had a decent blowjob in months and jacking off hurriedly to an engraved image he has from the last Hentai he watched has run its course.
And it doesn't help that his judgment is vaguely clouded at the moment.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
do u want me to fuck u?
Minho lets his phone lie on his stomach for a few seconds as he stares at the fluorescent above him dumbly. He turns the cellphone over so it's face down on his stomach, as though not doing so would be admitting something to the world.
His one hand creeps south to the button of his jeans, the unpleasant button gliding along the tips of his fingers.
What is he doing, really?
Does he want Jonghyun to fuck him?
If it were any other day, any other situation, any other person asking him, he wouldn't even have to think it through.
Why is this any different? If he agrees it's not like Jonghyun is going to actually fuck him. But the agreement would imply that Jonghyun can think about it, that there is nothing wrong about it. And Minho isn't all the way sure about him not doing so already.
He palms his jean clad groin, the heel of his hand applying light pressure. He pictures Jonghyun's hand when gripping a microphone, the commitment he places into every note and the faces he makes.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
u wud have to get me ready first
Jonghyun has seen Minho naked before, some events out of pure accident, the others are mostly inevitable. He has seen what Minho has packing but has never thought that any of it would come across his mind in occasions such as this one.
He's only half thinking when he begins to unbutton his pants and slip a hand in, feeling himself grow harder in his hand. The base of his stomach lurches and he can’t believe that he's actually doing this. He types a response with his free hand, gauchely striving to form a decent sentence with one thumb.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
id slick my fingers up in my mouth then id stick them in u. is 2 fingers okay
The certainty and monotony of Jonghyun's text sends a shiver up Minho's spine. He shudders inwardly. And the strain in his pants is more than enough indication that there is no turning back now.
He tries to get comfortable on the hard surface, placing the cellphone back on his tummy so he can make use of both his hands to unzip his pants. He tries to think about breasts, like, a good set that fit snuggly in his grasp, soft creamy thighs, but then he glances back at his phone and he sees Jonghyun's name and all he can see is Jonghyun's neck, the way his back arches, his fist loosely curled around his cock.
He pauses a bit just to catch his breath. He takes his hands away from his crotch and types.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
r u touching urself
Jonghyun releases his hold and turns over on his stomach, flattening himself against the sheets.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
yea. u?
Minho exhales slowly, wryly reaching down again as if the reply acted as some sort of confirmation.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
yes. im really hard.
Jonghyun grinds his hips down, his other hand reaching down again. He raises his hips in the air to make room for his strokes, shoving his nose on the pillow a few times as he works himself up.
His breathing comes out ragged and his palm is a bit dry, uncomfortable. He rises up to crawl to his nightstand where he keeps a bottle of lotion in the top drawer, squeezes a good amount and returns to his previous position.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
i wud make sure that u wer nice and wet befr i fucked u jst so it wont hurt
It sounded more like something that you would offer to a girl, but Minho doesn’t oppose the idea. He knows that Jonghyun is thinking of him, too. And for some odd reason, he finds the response comforting because he knows that he's not the only one between them who has never done this before to a guy.
Minho is suddenly developing the need to impress Jonghyun somehow.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
it can hurt a little
Jonghyun falls back to the bed, the muscles of his tummy weighing him down. He rolls back on his back, taking his phone with him, his other hand still stroking his length. He kicks his pants all the way down, reading Minho's message again.
He can picture Minho moaning from the twinge, feel him loosen in the slightest, struggling to get comfortable with Jonghyun inside him.
He wonders how warm Minho must feel like around him. He doesn't know if it will resemble any of the girls he's fucked before but he's pretty sure that Minho will try to make it different for him. He thinks that Minho would be the kind of lover who would give more and try to make sure that his partner thought he was worth it.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
id fuck u hard with ur face down on the mattress. id make u moan and pull ur head back
Minho's strokes turn more erratic as he stares daggers at Jonghyun's message, imagining Jonghyun ramming him from behind while whispering filth into his ears. He thinks he can stretch himself pretty far, let Jonghyun have his way even if it were slightly painful for him.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
hyung im close finish with me
The fact that Minho actually calls him 'hyung' and not babe or any other fake name triggers something in him. He finds that this honesty in Minho is exciting.
Maybe even more so if that honesty of his were underneath him right now.
And he would be helpless, pleading and grabbing onto Jonghyun, saying hyung, hyung, hyung, until he comes and ruins the sheets.
With his eyes screwed shut, Jonghyun spills onto his tummy, some landing on the hem of his shirt. He curses, squeezing the head of his cock just to selfishly claim every last bit of his orgasm, easing himself down.
Then he just lies there for the next few seconds, collecting himself and trying as best he can to gather his strength so he can at least change before he goes to bed.
When he changes into a new pair of boxers and a wife beater, he huddles under his covers and even considers locking the door for the next few minutes just because he thinks some much needed space between him and Minho is in order.
But to lock Minho out of their shared room would be kind of uncalled for. Especially after… everything.
He wants to fall asleep even before Minho walks in just because he's pretty sure that even the sound of his feet will make him want to shrivel up and find a guillotine.
Half an hour passes by and Jonghyun's eyes are wide when the knob of the door finally jiggles.
Jonghyun's eyes close instantly. With half an hour gone, he can still feign being deep into his slumber. He senses and hears Minho walking about and climbing into bed after hitting the lights. He catches a whiff of fruity soap and thinks that Minho is a cheating son of a bitch because he got to shower after soiling his clothes.
There's an itch behind Jonghyun's neck that he struggles to ignore because he sort of feels like he's in the presence of a bee or a bear wherein if he moves, he'll die or something. But by the time he decides that he can't sleep until this itch is introduced with its impending doom, Jonghyun ever so cautiously slides his hand behind his neck to reach for it, hoping that Minho doesn't notice from his side of the room.
A minute passes by after his attempt and Jonghyun's feeling much calmer. He hears Minho breathing soundly from behind him and he finds peace with rhythm of it.
He's well on his way to a decent sleep when his phone vibrates from his night stand.
Jonghyun grabs it, feeling his cheeks grow warmer seeing as the last time this happened it was Minho and Minho is right behind him and this could somehow lead to something very awkward if Minho wakes up.
He opens the message:
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
;) goodnight
Jonghyun has the urge to peer over his shoulder, but he's afraid that Minho might be looking back at him so he stills in his bed just waiting for the light of his phone to die down.
"Idiot." He mumbles loud enough for Minho to hear because he thinks normalcy has to be restored somehow.
And when he distinctly registers a low chuckle from Minho's bed, he smiles and closes his eyes, sleep instantly taking over.
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Free Counter-- sorry if it's a bit abrupt or awk and all.
hope you all liked it. :D
-- it says in my email that it's haiiro_ai's
bday today! (if it isn't really then idc coz this
fic is still for you lol) so happy bday! i hope
you celebrate it well and here's a little something
to feed your fangirl heart. :)
The truth is… when Minho is drunk, only then does he notice how fucking fantastic tiles really are. Maybe it has something to do with the way that everything is just so fucking clean. The way not even a singular piece of debris fights through the crosses. Maybe he's been laughing too hard about that trick Changmin showed him earlier with the cigarette and the water and that weird mini fire cracker it makes, which is ridiculous because there was nothing funny about it in the slightest.
Seriously though, these tiles are bizarrely magnificent tonight.
Minho appreciates the Clorox compromised surfaces, just glistening beneath his toes and suddenly he's so close to it and his nose is being flattened and something clean flares through his nostrils. It takes him a moment to realize that he's face down on the bathroom floor.
Then he laughs.
"Dude, get out already." This frustrated and languid knock abruptly rings from the other side of the door, making Minho still in his place as though being caught in the act of something vile. Jonghyun's voice breaks unbecomingly. All that drunken karaoke from earlier must have taken an evident toll on him.
Minho rolls on his back, taking the whole world with him as it seems, feeling it spin between his eyes. Blindly, he palms his front pockets for his cellphone.
He turns his head to the side just to confirm that Jonghyun's shadow is nowhere near the door, assuming that he has gone to their room already, pissed as ever. Minho bites his lower lip, coughing a few times as he raises his cellphone to level with his face. Mischievously, he types in a message, snorts halfway, and then presses send.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
what r u wearing ;)
Jonghyun reads the message once, letting his hand fall back to the bed.
Then he does a double take.
Scoffing, Jonghyun frustratingly types his reply.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
a cheerleading outfit. what the fuck do u thnk
Minho laughs behind the back of his hand, a purple and yellow cheerleading outfit painted on Jonghyun somehow making it to his mind and it's so funny that absolutely nothing can be funnier.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
mmm want me to rip your skirt off with my teeth babe?
"The fuck." That message has Jonghyun sitting up in bed. He hurriedly types back a response much similar to his right now, then furrows his brows. On second thought…
Jonghyun swings his feet over the bed and scurries to the door. He moves to Jinki's room and finds that the door is locked. The same goes for Taemin and Kibum's room. And the light from the bathroom is still on which can only mean that it's just Minho in there being an idiot.
He marches back to his and Minho's room, rumpling his hair when he jumps back in bed. He stares at the message Minho last sent, reads it over and over again and thinks that whatever Minho is playing at is obviously caused by his current state of intoxication. And he needs a shower pretty bad but fucking Minho is too busy mucking around being all un-Minho-like.
But, see, Jonghyun figures that telling Minho to GTFO of the bathroom isn't going to do him any favors. And he knows that there probably won't be any harm in humoring the boy so long as when he does, he's just one dirty message away from an overdue shower.
Besides, it's not like his porn writing skills haven't been tested before. Being in a band with four other members and not being allowed much time off, you'll be forced to be creative in matters of finding… ehem… release.
Also. This is Minho okay. It'll be fun trying to one up the other and finding new ways to describe immoral acts especially from someone as outwardly awkward and timid (or so he likes to play) as Minho.
Maybe he'll throw in a sports reference or two.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
i want you to put thos pretty lips of urs to good use
The tiles warm up underneath Minho's back, and he glares at the message almost disbelievingly. He's still pinned on the floor but there's nothing magical about the tiles anymore. If anything, they're almost too dirty to lie on.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
do u want me to suck u off
Jonghyun frowns, unsure of where this is going. He knows that there are a lot of things that he could do instead of this. He could just kick the door open or threaten to make Minho sleep on the couch or propose a contrived threat regarding his belongings and a jar of kimchi.
Or maybe he could just not take the shower at all and wait for the morning. He can pretend to be asleep and forget about the message since they haven't exactly gone too off track from sanity.
So he sends something Minho can counter lamely.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
i don't want you to choke tho :D
Minho warily grins at the screen.
He is typing his message down when he hesitates and thinks that he probably shouldn't. But then he pictures Jonghyun in their room, alone, lying on his bed and waiting for Minho's response. He wonders if Jonghyun is just waiting for the ball to drop.
Or if he has more tricks up his sleeve.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
u have to hold my head down then
Jonghyun lies on his side, blinking at his screen.
His thighs unconsciously squeeze tight together and he squirms with an unattractive scowl on his face.
He hasn't had a decent blowjob in months and jacking off hurriedly to an engraved image he has from the last Hentai he watched has run its course.
And it doesn't help that his judgment is vaguely clouded at the moment.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
do u want me to fuck u?
Minho lets his phone lie on his stomach for a few seconds as he stares at the fluorescent above him dumbly. He turns the cellphone over so it's face down on his stomach, as though not doing so would be admitting something to the world.
His one hand creeps south to the button of his jeans, the unpleasant button gliding along the tips of his fingers.
What is he doing, really?
Does he want Jonghyun to fuck him?
If it were any other day, any other situation, any other person asking him, he wouldn't even have to think it through.
Why is this any different? If he agrees it's not like Jonghyun is going to actually fuck him. But the agreement would imply that Jonghyun can think about it, that there is nothing wrong about it. And Minho isn't all the way sure about him not doing so already.
He palms his jean clad groin, the heel of his hand applying light pressure. He pictures Jonghyun's hand when gripping a microphone, the commitment he places into every note and the faces he makes.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
u wud have to get me ready first
Jonghyun has seen Minho naked before, some events out of pure accident, the others are mostly inevitable. He has seen what Minho has packing but has never thought that any of it would come across his mind in occasions such as this one.
He's only half thinking when he begins to unbutton his pants and slip a hand in, feeling himself grow harder in his hand. The base of his stomach lurches and he can’t believe that he's actually doing this. He types a response with his free hand, gauchely striving to form a decent sentence with one thumb.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
id slick my fingers up in my mouth then id stick them in u. is 2 fingers okay
The certainty and monotony of Jonghyun's text sends a shiver up Minho's spine. He shudders inwardly. And the strain in his pants is more than enough indication that there is no turning back now.
He tries to get comfortable on the hard surface, placing the cellphone back on his tummy so he can make use of both his hands to unzip his pants. He tries to think about breasts, like, a good set that fit snuggly in his grasp, soft creamy thighs, but then he glances back at his phone and he sees Jonghyun's name and all he can see is Jonghyun's neck, the way his back arches, his fist loosely curled around his cock.
He pauses a bit just to catch his breath. He takes his hands away from his crotch and types.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
r u touching urself
Jonghyun releases his hold and turns over on his stomach, flattening himself against the sheets.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
yea. u?
Minho exhales slowly, wryly reaching down again as if the reply acted as some sort of confirmation.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
yes. im really hard.
Jonghyun grinds his hips down, his other hand reaching down again. He raises his hips in the air to make room for his strokes, shoving his nose on the pillow a few times as he works himself up.
His breathing comes out ragged and his palm is a bit dry, uncomfortable. He rises up to crawl to his nightstand where he keeps a bottle of lotion in the top drawer, squeezes a good amount and returns to his previous position.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
i wud make sure that u wer nice and wet befr i fucked u jst so it wont hurt
It sounded more like something that you would offer to a girl, but Minho doesn’t oppose the idea. He knows that Jonghyun is thinking of him, too. And for some odd reason, he finds the response comforting because he knows that he's not the only one between them who has never done this before to a guy.
Minho is suddenly developing the need to impress Jonghyun somehow.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
it can hurt a little
Jonghyun falls back to the bed, the muscles of his tummy weighing him down. He rolls back on his back, taking his phone with him, his other hand still stroking his length. He kicks his pants all the way down, reading Minho's message again.
He can picture Minho moaning from the twinge, feel him loosen in the slightest, struggling to get comfortable with Jonghyun inside him.
He wonders how warm Minho must feel like around him. He doesn't know if it will resemble any of the girls he's fucked before but he's pretty sure that Minho will try to make it different for him. He thinks that Minho would be the kind of lover who would give more and try to make sure that his partner thought he was worth it.
∞
To: Minho
Fr: Jonghyun
id fuck u hard with ur face down on the mattress. id make u moan and pull ur head back
Minho's strokes turn more erratic as he stares daggers at Jonghyun's message, imagining Jonghyun ramming him from behind while whispering filth into his ears. He thinks he can stretch himself pretty far, let Jonghyun have his way even if it were slightly painful for him.
∞
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
hyung im close finish with me
The fact that Minho actually calls him 'hyung' and not babe or any other fake name triggers something in him. He finds that this honesty in Minho is exciting.
Maybe even more so if that honesty of his were underneath him right now.
And he would be helpless, pleading and grabbing onto Jonghyun, saying hyung, hyung, hyung, until he comes and ruins the sheets.
With his eyes screwed shut, Jonghyun spills onto his tummy, some landing on the hem of his shirt. He curses, squeezing the head of his cock just to selfishly claim every last bit of his orgasm, easing himself down.
Then he just lies there for the next few seconds, collecting himself and trying as best he can to gather his strength so he can at least change before he goes to bed.
When he changes into a new pair of boxers and a wife beater, he huddles under his covers and even considers locking the door for the next few minutes just because he thinks some much needed space between him and Minho is in order.
But to lock Minho out of their shared room would be kind of uncalled for. Especially after… everything.
He wants to fall asleep even before Minho walks in just because he's pretty sure that even the sound of his feet will make him want to shrivel up and find a guillotine.
Half an hour passes by and Jonghyun's eyes are wide when the knob of the door finally jiggles.
Jonghyun's eyes close instantly. With half an hour gone, he can still feign being deep into his slumber. He senses and hears Minho walking about and climbing into bed after hitting the lights. He catches a whiff of fruity soap and thinks that Minho is a cheating son of a bitch because he got to shower after soiling his clothes.
There's an itch behind Jonghyun's neck that he struggles to ignore because he sort of feels like he's in the presence of a bee or a bear wherein if he moves, he'll die or something. But by the time he decides that he can't sleep until this itch is introduced with its impending doom, Jonghyun ever so cautiously slides his hand behind his neck to reach for it, hoping that Minho doesn't notice from his side of the room.
A minute passes by after his attempt and Jonghyun's feeling much calmer. He hears Minho breathing soundly from behind him and he finds peace with rhythm of it.
He's well on his way to a decent sleep when his phone vibrates from his night stand.
Jonghyun grabs it, feeling his cheeks grow warmer seeing as the last time this happened it was Minho and Minho is right behind him and this could somehow lead to something very awkward if Minho wakes up.
He opens the message:
To: Jonghyun
Fr: Minho
;) goodnight
Jonghyun has the urge to peer over his shoulder, but he's afraid that Minho might be looking back at him so he stills in his bed just waiting for the light of his phone to die down.
"Idiot." He mumbles loud enough for Minho to hear because he thinks normalcy has to be restored somehow.
And when he distinctly registers a low chuckle from Minho's bed, he smiles and closes his eyes, sleep instantly taking over.
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Free Counter-- sorry if it's a bit abrupt or awk and all.
hope you all liked it. :D