Beverage Boy
Title: Beverage Boy
Pairing: JR/Ren
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun asks Minki to help him get some drinks for the group. Minki, quite frankly, thinks that Jonghyun can get them his God damn self.
A/N: First NU'EST fic ^^ I apologize if my character perceptions are completely skewed lol
“Yah, Minki, c'mere.”
Minki was so fucking winded from working on their new choreography, he didn't want to move. At all. He was sitting on his ass on the hard wood floor of the practice room, legs spread and hands propping him up from behind, chest heaving under his soaked t-shirt.
“Minki.”
The blond groaned and lolled his head back, rotating his shoulders a bit. “I'm too tired to move.”
The rest of the members agreed, everyone in various states of sprawled on the floor ungracefully.
All but Jonghyun, who was hovering by the door.
“I'm going to go get drinks,” Jonghyun continued talking.
Minki continued sweating and heaving and not giving two fucks.
Baekho nudged Minki's foot with his own, “Will you go so he'll shut up.”
Why him? It was always him. No one else made sacrifices for anyone. Just because he was the maknae didn't mean he had to do what everyone told him. He wasn't even that much younger than everyone. But he got up anyway, his shorts hiking up his thighs for a second before he stood up and adjusted his sweat-soaked clothes, heading towards where Jonghyun was still waiting.
“I hate you.” Minki grumbled as he passed by Jonghyun, who merely laughed and made some stupid comment about how he can't hold five drinks at once.
They got to the vending machine hall and God damn, Minki was still so tired, he just wanted to sit down or lie down and take a nap, or maybe now would be a good time to practice sleeping while standing up?
Jonghyun's hand around Minki's wrist caught the blond's attention and when the maknae's back connected with the wall, the breath was knocked out of his lungs (again and holy shit he just wanted to rest!) and his eyes widened as he looked up at the leader who was very much in his personal space.
“We've got a few minutes,” Jonghyun's voice purred lowly, his eyes lidded and dark.
Minki shuddered, and pushed lightly at his shoulder. “Not now - not here, come on.”
“Come on,” Jonghyun slotted his thigh between Minki's legs and grinded lightly. His hands were on either side of the blond's head, caging him in as he leaned in close. Minki could feel his breath fanning over his cheek. “Do you know how good you look like this?”
“Sweating like a pig?” Minki monotoned. “Please, indulge.”
Jonghyun chuckled and nosed Minki's jaw where his breath had just been caressing it, “You look good with your hair all messed up and your clothes sticking to your body.”
Another shudder passed through Minki's frame, but he made no more attempts to push the leader away. A small smirk filtered over Minki's lips and he lifted his head, his eyes narrowed a bit, bangs hanging in front of them messily.
“Sounds like you want to do something about it,” Minki licked his lips slowly. He hadn't intended on letting Jonghyun get his way, but he could feel the leader's body trembling in anticipation, could feel the heat rolling off of him in waves. Who was he to say no? Plus, Minki's mind was helping the situation by providing flashes of Jonghyun doing their new choreography, sweat rolling down his neck, his body quick and precise with every new movement.
Jonghyun had never had a strong will. His mouth nipped at Minki's jaw before he kissed his way to the blond's mouth, invading the space messily with his tongue. Neither of them had too much skill when it came to this, they were still new and still inexperienced, but that didn't make anything less amazing. Minki kissed back and Jonghyun pressed their hips together, giving a small roll and making Minki whine in the back of his throat. His fingers tangled into Minki's hair, ruining the ponytail and making the maknae grunt a bit in annoyance.
Chuckling against Minki's lips, Jonghyun pulled away from the kiss and used his grip to first flip their positions, the leader's back against the wall; and then, secondly, he applied pressure on Minki's skull, forcing him to start kneeling down.
“This is what you want in the hallway of our fucking studio?” Minki hissed, all the while sinking down onto his knees and glaring up at Jonghyun. He had expected a furious make-out session, not a blowjob.
But Jonghyun was just smiling and running his tongue over the top row of his teeth, his fingers removing themselves from Minki's hair to properly remove the hair tie and let it fall around Minki's shoulders.
“Yeah.”
The response was simple and the expectations mind blowing. Jonghyun moved one hand from Minki's head - the other kept the blond in place - and he started to undo the drawstring of his own pants, fingers fumbling.
“Jesus Christ,” Minki grumbled in annoyance, before lifting his hands to undo the draw with hardly any effort, fingers hooking into the tops of Jonghyun's sweats to start pushing them down narrow hips. “What happens when I start refusing you?”
“The apocalypse,” Jonghyun supplied, his hand joining the other on Minki's head.
Minki could grumble for days and nights about Jonghyun's attitude when he was horny - cocky, impatient, absolutely and utterly irresistible - but right now he opened to lean forward, mouthing along Jonghyun's pelvis, which was being exposed slowly inch by inch. A jerk to Minki's head reminded him that he didn't quite have time to mess around and tease, to really work Jonghyun up, but when Jonghyun's cock fell out of the confines of his boxers and tapped Minki in the nose, the blond realized that Jonghyun was already worked up.
It made Minki's own cock throb and he whined, parting his lips and suckling the head of Jonghyun's cock.
Giving Jonghyun a blow job might be one of Minki's favorite things to do whenever things got remotely out of control. The way Jonghyun's body shuddered, like he was having a hard time standing on his own two feet, his torso slumping against the wall - it gave Minki a sense of satisfaction. He pulled back to wet his lips and took in more of the shaft this time, his tongue pressing against the underside before swiping along the ridge of the head slowly.
And oh, the noises Jonghyun let out. Little huffs laced with nearly imperceptible whines stuck in the back of his throat, those noises alone were enough to make Minki think of swallowing his cock on a regular basis.
Minki slurped and licked along the length of Jonghyun's dick, the fingers in his hair tightening as Jonghyun clearly tried to hold himself back. Minki's eyes went to the corner that lead to their dance room, and knew they didn't have much time. So he pulled back before swallowing Jonghyun whole, feeling the head of his cock push past his gag reflex, the bitter taste of precum sliding down his throat. The leader shuddered and his chest compressed to hold in louder noises, Minki's throat closing around his erection to swallow.
“Fuck, Minki,” Jonghyun breathed.
Pulling back, Minki took a breath and panted out, “We don't have the time, come on.”
One of Jonghyun's hands moved from Minki's hair down to his jaw, his thumb creeping to Minki's lips. Minki sucked on the digit lightly and bit it gently, a bit surprised when Jonghyun pushed his thumb completely into his mouth, pressing on his bottom molars to get his jaw to drop. Minki barely had time to collect a breath before Jonghyun slid his cock into his mouth, the stretch of his cock and the thumb pulling on his jaw making Minki's head ache. But fuck, like this he couldn't close his mouth, and at the same time it made it easier to let Jonghyun's cock pass into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. Jonghyun started to pump his hips, fucking gently into Minki's mouth - the blond lifted his tongue from where it was stuck under Jonghyun's thumb, sliding it along the underside of Jonghyun's shaft languidly.
“Shit-” Jonghyun's hips stuttered and he thrust into Minki's mouth all the way, Minki letting out a cursory whine before the leader used his hold on the back of Minki's head to keep his face still as he fucked it at a more satisfying pace.
Minki lifted a hand, cupping Jonghyun's balls through the material of his sweatpants, which were resting at the base of his dick. He pressed gratuitously, firmly, listening to how the leader's breath caught and quickened, watching the abdomen in front of his eyes clench and relax and tense and relax with every thrust, Minki's other hand reaching up to let his fingernails drag over the indents of the muscles.
Jonghyun shuddered at that, the tempo of his hips increasing in a manner Minki knew all too well. Jonghyun let go of Minki's head and allowed him to pull back and suck on the head of his cock, Jonghyun's finger still caught in his mouth, and when Jonghyun came Minki knew the leader could feel his cum shooting over Minki's tongue, could feel his cum coating his own thumb inside Minki's mouth.
Riding out his orgasm with shallow thrusts, Jonghyun pulled away when Minki did, out of breath and smiling. Minki stood up and leaned forward, tucking the leader's cock back into his sweatpants and tying the draw - he leaned in for a kiss but Jonghyun's thumb got in the way. That didn't deter Minki, though, as he leaned forward and put his lips to Jonghyun's cum-covered thumb, pressing a bit to get it to rest against Jonghyun's lips as well. They kissed around Jonghyun's thumb, both of them tasting his relief, tongues lapping over each other's lips and the whole of Jonghyun's thumb, collecting every trace of their act.
Jonghyun's eyes were glazed and sated as he rested his head back against the wall. Minki gave a small smile, and then pulled some change out of his pockets, pressing it into Jonghyun's hand.
“You're perfectly capable of getting those drinks on your own,” Minki whispered, biting at Jonghyun's chin before he turned to walk back to the studio, figuring he could walk off his erection by the time he returned.
Seeing the look of surprise on Jonghyun's face was worth it, anyway.
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Pairing: JR/Ren
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun asks Minki to help him get some drinks for the group. Minki, quite frankly, thinks that Jonghyun can get them his God damn self.
A/N: First NU'EST fic ^^ I apologize if my character perceptions are completely skewed lol
“Yah, Minki, c'mere.”
Minki was so fucking winded from working on their new choreography, he didn't want to move. At all. He was sitting on his ass on the hard wood floor of the practice room, legs spread and hands propping him up from behind, chest heaving under his soaked t-shirt.
“Minki.”
The blond groaned and lolled his head back, rotating his shoulders a bit. “I'm too tired to move.”
The rest of the members agreed, everyone in various states of sprawled on the floor ungracefully.
All but Jonghyun, who was hovering by the door.
“I'm going to go get drinks,” Jonghyun continued talking.
Minki continued sweating and heaving and not giving two fucks.
Baekho nudged Minki's foot with his own, “Will you go so he'll shut up.”
Why him? It was always him. No one else made sacrifices for anyone. Just because he was the maknae didn't mean he had to do what everyone told him. He wasn't even that much younger than everyone. But he got up anyway, his shorts hiking up his thighs for a second before he stood up and adjusted his sweat-soaked clothes, heading towards where Jonghyun was still waiting.
“I hate you.” Minki grumbled as he passed by Jonghyun, who merely laughed and made some stupid comment about how he can't hold five drinks at once.
They got to the vending machine hall and God damn, Minki was still so tired, he just wanted to sit down or lie down and take a nap, or maybe now would be a good time to practice sleeping while standing up?
Jonghyun's hand around Minki's wrist caught the blond's attention and when the maknae's back connected with the wall, the breath was knocked out of his lungs (again and holy shit he just wanted to rest!) and his eyes widened as he looked up at the leader who was very much in his personal space.
“We've got a few minutes,” Jonghyun's voice purred lowly, his eyes lidded and dark.
Minki shuddered, and pushed lightly at his shoulder. “Not now - not here, come on.”
“Come on,” Jonghyun slotted his thigh between Minki's legs and grinded lightly. His hands were on either side of the blond's head, caging him in as he leaned in close. Minki could feel his breath fanning over his cheek. “Do you know how good you look like this?”
“Sweating like a pig?” Minki monotoned. “Please, indulge.”
Jonghyun chuckled and nosed Minki's jaw where his breath had just been caressing it, “You look good with your hair all messed up and your clothes sticking to your body.”
Another shudder passed through Minki's frame, but he made no more attempts to push the leader away. A small smirk filtered over Minki's lips and he lifted his head, his eyes narrowed a bit, bangs hanging in front of them messily.
“Sounds like you want to do something about it,” Minki licked his lips slowly. He hadn't intended on letting Jonghyun get his way, but he could feel the leader's body trembling in anticipation, could feel the heat rolling off of him in waves. Who was he to say no? Plus, Minki's mind was helping the situation by providing flashes of Jonghyun doing their new choreography, sweat rolling down his neck, his body quick and precise with every new movement.
Jonghyun had never had a strong will. His mouth nipped at Minki's jaw before he kissed his way to the blond's mouth, invading the space messily with his tongue. Neither of them had too much skill when it came to this, they were still new and still inexperienced, but that didn't make anything less amazing. Minki kissed back and Jonghyun pressed their hips together, giving a small roll and making Minki whine in the back of his throat. His fingers tangled into Minki's hair, ruining the ponytail and making the maknae grunt a bit in annoyance.
Chuckling against Minki's lips, Jonghyun pulled away from the kiss and used his grip to first flip their positions, the leader's back against the wall; and then, secondly, he applied pressure on Minki's skull, forcing him to start kneeling down.
“This is what you want in the hallway of our fucking studio?” Minki hissed, all the while sinking down onto his knees and glaring up at Jonghyun. He had expected a furious make-out session, not a blowjob.
But Jonghyun was just smiling and running his tongue over the top row of his teeth, his fingers removing themselves from Minki's hair to properly remove the hair tie and let it fall around Minki's shoulders.
“Yeah.”
The response was simple and the expectations mind blowing. Jonghyun moved one hand from Minki's head - the other kept the blond in place - and he started to undo the drawstring of his own pants, fingers fumbling.
“Jesus Christ,” Minki grumbled in annoyance, before lifting his hands to undo the draw with hardly any effort, fingers hooking into the tops of Jonghyun's sweats to start pushing them down narrow hips. “What happens when I start refusing you?”
“The apocalypse,” Jonghyun supplied, his hand joining the other on Minki's head.
Minki could grumble for days and nights about Jonghyun's attitude when he was horny - cocky, impatient, absolutely and utterly irresistible - but right now he opened to lean forward, mouthing along Jonghyun's pelvis, which was being exposed slowly inch by inch. A jerk to Minki's head reminded him that he didn't quite have time to mess around and tease, to really work Jonghyun up, but when Jonghyun's cock fell out of the confines of his boxers and tapped Minki in the nose, the blond realized that Jonghyun was already worked up.
It made Minki's own cock throb and he whined, parting his lips and suckling the head of Jonghyun's cock.
Giving Jonghyun a blow job might be one of Minki's favorite things to do whenever things got remotely out of control. The way Jonghyun's body shuddered, like he was having a hard time standing on his own two feet, his torso slumping against the wall - it gave Minki a sense of satisfaction. He pulled back to wet his lips and took in more of the shaft this time, his tongue pressing against the underside before swiping along the ridge of the head slowly.
And oh, the noises Jonghyun let out. Little huffs laced with nearly imperceptible whines stuck in the back of his throat, those noises alone were enough to make Minki think of swallowing his cock on a regular basis.
Minki slurped and licked along the length of Jonghyun's dick, the fingers in his hair tightening as Jonghyun clearly tried to hold himself back. Minki's eyes went to the corner that lead to their dance room, and knew they didn't have much time. So he pulled back before swallowing Jonghyun whole, feeling the head of his cock push past his gag reflex, the bitter taste of precum sliding down his throat. The leader shuddered and his chest compressed to hold in louder noises, Minki's throat closing around his erection to swallow.
“Fuck, Minki,” Jonghyun breathed.
Pulling back, Minki took a breath and panted out, “We don't have the time, come on.”
One of Jonghyun's hands moved from Minki's hair down to his jaw, his thumb creeping to Minki's lips. Minki sucked on the digit lightly and bit it gently, a bit surprised when Jonghyun pushed his thumb completely into his mouth, pressing on his bottom molars to get his jaw to drop. Minki barely had time to collect a breath before Jonghyun slid his cock into his mouth, the stretch of his cock and the thumb pulling on his jaw making Minki's head ache. But fuck, like this he couldn't close his mouth, and at the same time it made it easier to let Jonghyun's cock pass into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. Jonghyun started to pump his hips, fucking gently into Minki's mouth - the blond lifted his tongue from where it was stuck under Jonghyun's thumb, sliding it along the underside of Jonghyun's shaft languidly.
“Shit-” Jonghyun's hips stuttered and he thrust into Minki's mouth all the way, Minki letting out a cursory whine before the leader used his hold on the back of Minki's head to keep his face still as he fucked it at a more satisfying pace.
Minki lifted a hand, cupping Jonghyun's balls through the material of his sweatpants, which were resting at the base of his dick. He pressed gratuitously, firmly, listening to how the leader's breath caught and quickened, watching the abdomen in front of his eyes clench and relax and tense and relax with every thrust, Minki's other hand reaching up to let his fingernails drag over the indents of the muscles.
Jonghyun shuddered at that, the tempo of his hips increasing in a manner Minki knew all too well. Jonghyun let go of Minki's head and allowed him to pull back and suck on the head of his cock, Jonghyun's finger still caught in his mouth, and when Jonghyun came Minki knew the leader could feel his cum shooting over Minki's tongue, could feel his cum coating his own thumb inside Minki's mouth.
Riding out his orgasm with shallow thrusts, Jonghyun pulled away when Minki did, out of breath and smiling. Minki stood up and leaned forward, tucking the leader's cock back into his sweatpants and tying the draw - he leaned in for a kiss but Jonghyun's thumb got in the way. That didn't deter Minki, though, as he leaned forward and put his lips to Jonghyun's cum-covered thumb, pressing a bit to get it to rest against Jonghyun's lips as well. They kissed around Jonghyun's thumb, both of them tasting his relief, tongues lapping over each other's lips and the whole of Jonghyun's thumb, collecting every trace of their act.
Jonghyun's eyes were glazed and sated as he rested his head back against the wall. Minki gave a small smile, and then pulled some change out of his pockets, pressing it into Jonghyun's hand.
“You're perfectly capable of getting those drinks on your own,” Minki whispered, biting at Jonghyun's chin before he turned to walk back to the studio, figuring he could walk off his erection by the time he returned.
Seeing the look of surprise on Jonghyun's face was worth it, anyway.
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