Split
Title: Split
Pairing: Chen/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kai and Jongin are two completely separate entities, on stage and off stage and even sometimes in between. Jongdae and Chen, however, are one in the same, day in and day out, in any situation. Kai is jealous. Jongin is enraptured.
Notes: hi????
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Kai is that ineffable sensuality that oozes through the cracks of anyone's defense effortlessly. The curve of his lips weakens knees, the fire in his gaze short-circuits brain cells, the line of his hip bones makes fingers itch to grab them. He has this magic way of moving his body, of working his facial expressions, this way to slay anyone - male, female - and make them grovel at his feet.
Kai is confident there is no one sexier than him.
Jongin is the sweet boy next door that sends soft smiles and light-hearted laughs. The aegyo fat under his eyes makes nunas swoon and croon and want to spoil him with attention, the slight indent in his cheeks gives him a friendly air that makes him a man's man. He's subtle about his attraction, shy in his interaction.
Jongin is a completely different person, from Kai.
What's a bit infuriating to both Jongin and Kai, is the fact that Jongdae and Chen are one in the same.
There is no need for masks, dual personalities to pick up what the other half is lacking. Both Jongdae and Chen are bright smiles and humming laughter, eyes crinkled and teeth white. He is one-hundred percent charming, one-hundred percent of the time. All around. The slight difference between Chen and Jongdae is the way his mouth shapes his vowels when he's belting out lyrics, and maybe the way Mandarin is falling off of his tongue.
Other than those tiny, imperceptible differences, Chen is Jongdae, and Jongdae is Chen.
Kai isn't Jongin. Jongin isn't Kai.
The twelve of them are together for the purpose of album recordings and award shows, and in the studio where Jondgae is reading over his heavily highlighted lyric page, there's a happy buzz in the air. Jongin knows it's because Christmas is close, birthdays have been coming one after another. There's a sense of togetherness today in particular that no one wants to shake. Recording, working, rehearsing, and at the end of the day they were still young boys excited for the first snow.
Jongin doesn't notice Jongdae peering over his shoulder to eye his lyric sheet. The older man gives a soft tut, and Jongin turns to give him a curious glance.
“Oh,” Jongdae smiles sheepishly, in the way that highlights his cheekbones and makes his teeth almost whiter than Chanyeol's. “I was hoping you'd have more lines.”
“Why?” Jongin blinks, the question tumbling from his mouth easily and slightly impolite. He and Jongdae aren't really close at all; they were in different sub-groups, different ages, and held completely different roles in the group. Blushing, Jongin clears his throat and asks 'why' again, softer, and less incriminating.
“Because I like your voice,” Jongdae shrugs, unbothered by Jongin's shift in his tone of voice. “When you're not screaming.” Jongdae grins, and Jongin finds himself smiling back.
They don't ever really exchange words often, but Jongin feels just the slightest bit closer to the older man.
Kai bares his teeth.
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How does he do it? Jongin watches as Jongdae tries (and fails) to play hacky sack with Sehun and Chanyeol. He floats so seamlessly. He isn't awkward with anyone. His laughter is loud with Chanyeol's and Sehun is rolling his eyes at their lack of coordination, and Jongin desperately wants to join, to be in on the fun, but there's something intimidating about Jongdae.
Something about the way he doesn't need to split his personality in half in order to please the fans and his group mates at the same time.
Jongin is intimidated.
Kai is jealous.
Kai is who's sitting on the couch now, watching with sharp eyes as Jongdae bounces the hacky sack on his ankle. He's watching how Sehun grabs Jongdae's elbow to keep him steady, he's watching how Chanyeol doubles over to let Jongdae grab onto his shoulder. Jongdae is laughing, half in embarrassment, half in amusement, and that's another intriguing quality - Jongdae rarely gets truly ashamed of himself or of others. In fact, Jongdae has pretty much no shame. Kai has been called shameless occasionally, usually relating to him showing his stomach or ripping off his clothes, but Jongdae is shameless in a different way. A charming way. A way that is hard for anyone to accomplish, but a way that comes all too easily for Jongdae. He's not afraid to laugh at himself.
Kai crosses his arms, and Kyungsoo notices. The older leans over, nudging Kai's arm gently with his elbow; the dorm is abuzz with laughter and voices and the smell of food because someone bought a pizza, and of course out of everything, Kyungsoo notices that Kai is sitting on the couch next to him.
“Hey,” the older's voice is soft. Kai doesn't remove his gaze from Jongdae. “You should talk to him.”
“Why?” There seems to be no other word in the dancer's vocabulary lately.
Kyungsoo lets out an exasperated sigh, fingers curling around Kai's bicep. “Because you're going to set him on fire with your eyes before you can open your mouth.”
Kai grumbles and removes his arm from Kyungsoo's grip, standing up from the couch and moving over to the three laughing men. They accept him warmly and when Jongdae's smile is directed at him, Kai melts a bit and Jongin gives a sleepy smile.
Hacky sack is a pretty simple game, and Jongin considers himself good at it. Probably because he has great hand-eye (and foot-eye) coordination. Sehun is good as well, maybe it's their dancer genes, but Jongdae and Chanyeol spend more time flailing and kicking their feet out randomly and making awkward faces when the hacky rolls down their chest. Jongin finally joins in on the laughter and he feels himself relax, even when Chanyeol accidentally sends the hacky into his face.
Jongin likes Jongdae, he realizes as Jongdae laughs good-naturedly and uses the tip of his foot to flip the hacky onto his ankle. Jongin likes Jongdae probably more than Kai wants him to.
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It's Kai that pins Jongdae against the door at an awkward angle, and he knows that the door jamb is digging into the singer's back at a slant, but Kai could care less because before he could put his mouth on Jongdae's, the elder is already leaning forward to meet him halfway.
His mind is momentarily blown because he's known for so long that Jongdae would be a good kisser. The way he works his lips, the way he occupies his mouth when he thinks no one is paying attention; Jongdae pays attention to him and his tongue licks into Kai's mouth, running along the top row of the dancer's teeth and making Kai shudder and press against him.
Briefly Kai wonders what he was expecting. To be pushed away? He knows Jongdae is aware of his gaze, his contemplative stare that seems to conjure up enough dirty images to last for weeks. Kai has been obvious about his curiosity, but Jongin has been reserved.
He wonders: would Jongdae have responded like this if it was Jongin kissing him?
Kai lifts his hands to squeeze Jongdae's narrow hips, fingers pressing into the skin. Jongin lets out a soft whimper when Jongdae's sharp teeth graze over his full lower lip, plumping it and suckling lightly. Kai grinds his hips into the slightly smaller man's, and Jongin's fingers shyly slide underneath the material of Jongdae's shirt.
“Jongin ah...”
The soft moan startles Kai into oblivion and Jongin blinks owlishly up at Jongdae, takes in the hooded eyes and flushed cheeks, the ravished body that's panting and trembling against the door frame. The reaction to the sight is immediate - Jongin drops to his knees, fingers fumbling clumsily with Jongdae's belt. They don't have much time, this part of the recording studio won't stay empty forever, and Jongdae's hands join the fray to assist in undoing his pants and push them down some.
Jongin has never done this. Kai has innumerable experience but Jongin's cheek flush as he takes in the sight of Jongdae's half-hard cock. The elder sifts his fingers through Jongin's hair and gives a gentle tug, his hips pushing forward, and that's all the encouragement Jongin needs to wrap his fingers around the base of Jongdae's dick and start jerking in slow, steady strokes. It doesn't take long for Jongdae to get hard and in the back of his mind, Kai purrs his approval at the way pearly pre-cum pools in the slit and drips - Jongin moves forward, catching the droplet on his tongue before opening his mouth with a hungry hum, flattening his tongue against the underside of Jongdae's cock.
The awkward angle and place is quickly forgotten, Jongdae's fingers tightening in Jongin's hair, his other hand flitting fingers over Jongin's cheek to coax his mouth open wider. Jongin doesn't want to close his eyes but the sounds Jongdae is making are creating a symphony in his head, lulling Kai into a coma, where Jongin hopes he stays for a while. He drags his tongue over the frenulum, tasting the salt of Jongdae's skin, feeling the shaft twitch towards the heat of his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut, losing the battle of sweet sounds versus heavy lids, Jongin opens his mouth and takes half of Jongdae, sucking hard and pulling back with a 'pop'. He repeats that motion a few times and is rewarded with a gratified moan, the fingers on his cheek sliding back to his jaw. The tips of Jongdae's finger press into the juncture of where Jongin's jaw meets his neck and it makes Jongin's jaw snap closed a bit, creating a vacuum around the singer's cock. He takes the gesture and moans softly, bobbing his head and Kai is nowhere to be seen as Jongin reaches up, wrapping his fingers around what he can't fit into his mouth.
Kai isn't mocking him for not being able to deep throat, Kai isn't whispering dirty things in his ear, Kai isn't telling him to take the lead and show Jongdae what he's capable of.
It's Jongin Jongin Jongin and he feels freer than ever, choked by Jongdae's cock as the singer thrusts his hips slowly into the dancer's mouth. It's not the best blowjob, but it's not the worst and it seems to be getting the point across; Jongin's eyes open and he looks up at Jongdae through thick lashes, drinking in the vein protruding on Jongdae's neck, the way his hair seems to have ruffled without being touched, his eyes hooded as he watches Jongin's lips stretch around his cock.
Jongin palms his own hardening dick through his jeans, and suddenly Jongdae is pulling on his hair, tugging him up and away from his erection so he can mesh their mouths together. Jongin pushes his tongue into Jongdae's mouth with the intent of making him taste himself, but he loses his gusto when Jongdae undoes his pants with a precision he didn't think the other was capable of, their cocks suddenly sliding together. Jongdae's dick is wet with Jongin's saliva and it creates just the right amount of friction and slide as they rut together, one of Jongin's hands resting on the wall next to Jongdae's shoulder to keep himself upright; the other hand reaches down to hold his palm flat above their dicks, the heads occasionally bumping against the surface with every other upwards thrust. Jongdae's hands move to clutch onto Jongin's shirt and the fabric wrinkles under his hold, Jongin uncaring as he feels the heat of Jongdae's erection against his own.
“Jongin...” Jongdae's head tips back against the corner of the door jamb, and their movements slow just a fraction but increase in intensity as every slide of their flesh gets burned into Jongin's senses.
Doing something like this with Jongdae isn't what Jongin anticipated at all. Kai was uncontrollable, Kai did whatever he pleased, but Jongin - Jongin isn't spontaneous. He's measured and calculated and guarded and completely enraptured by this person who is one-hundred percent Jongdae and one-hundred percent Chen all at once. The sound of Jongdae's pants, high-pitched and whiny has the heat coiling in Jongin's gut, and his palm moves from hovering to grabbing both their cocks, squeezing intermittently. Jongdae is the first to go, his head falling forward onto Jongin's shoulder, moan muffled in the younger's shirt as he spills over his hand, his whole body seizing and almost convulsing. The knowledge that it's because of him, Jongin, causes the dancer to fall over the edge as well, his lips pressing against Jongdae's neck, moan vibrating against the skin as he milks them both dry.
They stand like that, half supporting each other with shoulders and the door frame, for all of ten seconds before Jongdae lets out a small laugh, the one that hums through his nostrils and the back of his throat.
Jongin smiles.
Jongdae fixes both of their pants, pressing a soft kiss to Jongin's cheek. “I like you better.”
He doesn't need to say who Jongin is better than.
There's a flash in Jongin's eyes, though, one that Jongdae doesn't catch as he pulls away and starts fixing his hair.
Kai wants to break Jongdae in half, separate him from Chen and see what lies beneath.
Then he'll see who he likes better.
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