In the Meantime, Part 3 (Drabble)
Pairing: college roommates!JongKey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humour, AU
Summary: Sharing a bed is risky business, indeed.
A/N: I’ll go ahead and say this is an early birthday fic for Key because I don’t think I’ll be writing anything else for the occasion! College roommates!verse continued ^^
( 1, 2)
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It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, and like most students in the residence Kibum and Jonghyun were spending it cooped up indoors. Unlike most students in the residence, however, they were also spending it having bed-rattling sex.
Kibum sat crouched over Jonghyun, straddling his hips and gripping them with his thighs as he pushed and pulled himself up and down. Jonghyun always lost what coherence he had left when Kibum took control while riding him, now reduced to helplessly clutching at Kibum’s sweaty waist and sides as he tried to keep his moans and grunts down. Kibum would sometimes lower himself over him to grind his hips hard, biting and licking at Jonghyun’s slack jaw.
“Gonna make you come so hard,” he spoke to Jonghyun’s neck, holding his head back with the hand he had tangled in the elder’s hair. Kibum dabbled in dirty talk sometimes and while Jonghyun usually at least tried to come up with a matching retort, this time all that came out was a breathless, whimpered, “Yeah.”
He nipped at Jonghyun’s earlobe, tugging on his piercing, hips rocking relentlessly onto his. Jonghyun wasn’t really thinking when he slid his hands down to grab Kibum’s ass and flip them over; he misjudged the width of the bed, or more like didn’t judge anything at all, and they ended up tumbling down to the floor. As he realized what was happening, his mind suddenly regaining its clarity now that they were free falling, he hurled himself off to the side just in time to avoid crushing Kibum beneath him. A resonating thump echoed throughout the room just as white hot pain shot up Jonghyun’s ankle. Kibum groaned beside him, and that was all the warning he had before a hand slapped down onto his heaving chest.
“What the hell was that?” Kibum scolded him, sounding very winded. “How hard is it to just lie back and take it?”
Jonghyun blinked back the tears in his eyes caused by his now throbbing ankle, focusing on Kibum when the latter turned onto his side.
“I-” he stopped to clear his throat at the sound of his feeble, watery voice because fuck it hurt. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Kibum leaned in closer above him, frowning as his eyes scanned over his face. He was sweaty, with parted, puffy lips and tousled hair as he panted, concern flitting across his features. He looked so gorgeous that Jonghyun just wanted to roll over him and never come up for air, though his ankle surely wouldn’t let him at the moment, not to mention the pain had him softening already.
“Are you okay?” Kibum asked, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek.
“I think my ankle’s broken,” Jonghyun told him, releasing a shuddering breath when he tried to move it.
“Shit,” Kibum huffed, sitting up to have a better look as Jonghyun raised himself onto his elbows. It seemed normal enough, for now anyway. Kibum brushed a finger against it and Jonghyun hissed at the feeling.
“It’s a bit warm,” he told him. “It might just be sprained.”
“It still hurts,” Jonghyun informed him, tearing up again.
“Okay okay,” Kibum agreed quickly, “I’ll bring you to the student health office.”
“How, exactly?” Jonghyun had to ask, gesturing pointedly towards his incapacitated ankle.
“Damn,” Kibum cursed, already on his feet and running about to gather their discarded clothes. “Uh, I’ll get Minho to help carry you.”
“What if it’s really broken?”
“I don’t think it is, Jjong,” Kibum told him honestly, wrestling on his skinny jeans in record time and apparently going commando. “You’d be crying a whole lot more if it were.”
“I’m in pain, here,” Jonghyun replied dryly, decidedly not in the mood for jokes or to have his ego prodded.
“I know,” Kibum told him gently, kneeling beside him as he handed him his shirt, “I’m sorry.”
Kibum had also fetched him his track pants instead of jeans, so getting them on wasn’t too much of a challenge. As soon as Jonghyun was decent Kibum slipped on a shirt of his own and disappeared into the hallway, only to come back a mere twenty seconds later with Onew in tow.
“What happened?” Onew asked, looking bewildered to find Jonghyun on the ground between the two beds.
“Jonghyun may have sprained his ankle,” Kibum informed him, already crouching by Jonghyun’s side again.
“Or broken,” Jonghyun added.
“How?” Onew asked with a frown, seeming genuinely concerned. He was met with simultaneous answers of “You don’t want to know” from Kibum and “We were having sex” from Jonghyun. Onew paled a bit at that, so apparently Jonghyun’s had been louder.
“Let’s get you up,” Kibum said, placing Jonghyun’s arm over his shoulders and holding onto his waist as he hefted him up. Onew came to his other side so that they could both support his weight, leaving Jonghyun to hobble on one foot. Thankfully the health office was rather close; Jonghyun was beginning to think he would have sobbed out loud if it had been across campus. The pain was becoming nauseating.
Onew waited patiently alongside them like the good friend he was as they met with the appointed nurse. A quick check revealed that it was only a sprain - a pretty bad one, still - and none of them gave a clear answer when asked how it had happened. The nurse sent them off with a bottle of pain relievers and instructions to take it easy until the swelling went down and to ice it if necessary. Onew helped them back to their dorm room where he left them with a promise of a free lunch from Kibum.
Jonghyun collapsed onto the bed, falling onto his back and letting out sigh of relief. Kibum gave a light chuckle, which Jonghyun ignored, before heading to the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later and seated himself next to Jonghyun’s legs.
“You big baby,” Kibum chided, playful. He carefully maneuvered Jonghyun’s injured foot into his lap, “I’ll take care of you.”
Jonghyun gave into a smile despite himself, wincing slightly when Kibum pressed two towel-wrapped icepacks to either side of his ankle. He wrapped everything together with another towel to hold them in place before crawling up the bed to face Jonghyun.
“That looks really sexy,” Kibum teased, placing a hand low on the elder’s stomach. Jonghyun was the first to admit his foot was indeed a sorry sight. “I’m sorry about your ankle,” Kibum added, seriously this time. Jonghyun knew he meant it, and that alone was comforting enough. “But I’m not going to apologize for the wild sex.”
“I guess it does make for a funny story,” Jonghyun conceded, stretching himself out on the mattress as his eyes drifted shut. He was rather sleepy now after such a strenuous day.
He jumped when Kibum’s hand suddenly pushed his pants down to his thighs, fist curling loosely around his dick. Kibum bent over to press his mouth to his before Jonghyun could speak, drawing back briefly to explain.
“I believe I made you a promise,” he mumbled to Jonghyun’s lips, his hand starting a slow rhythm. Jonghyun smiled, reaching up to cup the back of his neck and kiss him in earnest.
Part 4
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humour, AU
Summary: Sharing a bed is risky business, indeed.
A/N: I’ll go ahead and say this is an early birthday fic for Key because I don’t think I’ll be writing anything else for the occasion! College roommates!verse continued ^^
( 1, 2)
____________________
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, and like most students in the residence Kibum and Jonghyun were spending it cooped up indoors. Unlike most students in the residence, however, they were also spending it having bed-rattling sex.
Kibum sat crouched over Jonghyun, straddling his hips and gripping them with his thighs as he pushed and pulled himself up and down. Jonghyun always lost what coherence he had left when Kibum took control while riding him, now reduced to helplessly clutching at Kibum’s sweaty waist and sides as he tried to keep his moans and grunts down. Kibum would sometimes lower himself over him to grind his hips hard, biting and licking at Jonghyun’s slack jaw.
“Gonna make you come so hard,” he spoke to Jonghyun’s neck, holding his head back with the hand he had tangled in the elder’s hair. Kibum dabbled in dirty talk sometimes and while Jonghyun usually at least tried to come up with a matching retort, this time all that came out was a breathless, whimpered, “Yeah.”
He nipped at Jonghyun’s earlobe, tugging on his piercing, hips rocking relentlessly onto his. Jonghyun wasn’t really thinking when he slid his hands down to grab Kibum’s ass and flip them over; he misjudged the width of the bed, or more like didn’t judge anything at all, and they ended up tumbling down to the floor. As he realized what was happening, his mind suddenly regaining its clarity now that they were free falling, he hurled himself off to the side just in time to avoid crushing Kibum beneath him. A resonating thump echoed throughout the room just as white hot pain shot up Jonghyun’s ankle. Kibum groaned beside him, and that was all the warning he had before a hand slapped down onto his heaving chest.
“What the hell was that?” Kibum scolded him, sounding very winded. “How hard is it to just lie back and take it?”
Jonghyun blinked back the tears in his eyes caused by his now throbbing ankle, focusing on Kibum when the latter turned onto his side.
“I-” he stopped to clear his throat at the sound of his feeble, watery voice because fuck it hurt. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Kibum leaned in closer above him, frowning as his eyes scanned over his face. He was sweaty, with parted, puffy lips and tousled hair as he panted, concern flitting across his features. He looked so gorgeous that Jonghyun just wanted to roll over him and never come up for air, though his ankle surely wouldn’t let him at the moment, not to mention the pain had him softening already.
“Are you okay?” Kibum asked, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek.
“I think my ankle’s broken,” Jonghyun told him, releasing a shuddering breath when he tried to move it.
“Shit,” Kibum huffed, sitting up to have a better look as Jonghyun raised himself onto his elbows. It seemed normal enough, for now anyway. Kibum brushed a finger against it and Jonghyun hissed at the feeling.
“It’s a bit warm,” he told him. “It might just be sprained.”
“It still hurts,” Jonghyun informed him, tearing up again.
“Okay okay,” Kibum agreed quickly, “I’ll bring you to the student health office.”
“How, exactly?” Jonghyun had to ask, gesturing pointedly towards his incapacitated ankle.
“Damn,” Kibum cursed, already on his feet and running about to gather their discarded clothes. “Uh, I’ll get Minho to help carry you.”
“What if it’s really broken?”
“I don’t think it is, Jjong,” Kibum told him honestly, wrestling on his skinny jeans in record time and apparently going commando. “You’d be crying a whole lot more if it were.”
“I’m in pain, here,” Jonghyun replied dryly, decidedly not in the mood for jokes or to have his ego prodded.
“I know,” Kibum told him gently, kneeling beside him as he handed him his shirt, “I’m sorry.”
Kibum had also fetched him his track pants instead of jeans, so getting them on wasn’t too much of a challenge. As soon as Jonghyun was decent Kibum slipped on a shirt of his own and disappeared into the hallway, only to come back a mere twenty seconds later with Onew in tow.
“What happened?” Onew asked, looking bewildered to find Jonghyun on the ground between the two beds.
“Jonghyun may have sprained his ankle,” Kibum informed him, already crouching by Jonghyun’s side again.
“Or broken,” Jonghyun added.
“How?” Onew asked with a frown, seeming genuinely concerned. He was met with simultaneous answers of “You don’t want to know” from Kibum and “We were having sex” from Jonghyun. Onew paled a bit at that, so apparently Jonghyun’s had been louder.
“Let’s get you up,” Kibum said, placing Jonghyun’s arm over his shoulders and holding onto his waist as he hefted him up. Onew came to his other side so that they could both support his weight, leaving Jonghyun to hobble on one foot. Thankfully the health office was rather close; Jonghyun was beginning to think he would have sobbed out loud if it had been across campus. The pain was becoming nauseating.
Onew waited patiently alongside them like the good friend he was as they met with the appointed nurse. A quick check revealed that it was only a sprain - a pretty bad one, still - and none of them gave a clear answer when asked how it had happened. The nurse sent them off with a bottle of pain relievers and instructions to take it easy until the swelling went down and to ice it if necessary. Onew helped them back to their dorm room where he left them with a promise of a free lunch from Kibum.
Jonghyun collapsed onto the bed, falling onto his back and letting out sigh of relief. Kibum gave a light chuckle, which Jonghyun ignored, before heading to the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later and seated himself next to Jonghyun’s legs.
“You big baby,” Kibum chided, playful. He carefully maneuvered Jonghyun’s injured foot into his lap, “I’ll take care of you.”
Jonghyun gave into a smile despite himself, wincing slightly when Kibum pressed two towel-wrapped icepacks to either side of his ankle. He wrapped everything together with another towel to hold them in place before crawling up the bed to face Jonghyun.
“That looks really sexy,” Kibum teased, placing a hand low on the elder’s stomach. Jonghyun was the first to admit his foot was indeed a sorry sight. “I’m sorry about your ankle,” Kibum added, seriously this time. Jonghyun knew he meant it, and that alone was comforting enough. “But I’m not going to apologize for the wild sex.”
“I guess it does make for a funny story,” Jonghyun conceded, stretching himself out on the mattress as his eyes drifted shut. He was rather sleepy now after such a strenuous day.
He jumped when Kibum’s hand suddenly pushed his pants down to his thighs, fist curling loosely around his dick. Kibum bent over to press his mouth to his before Jonghyun could speak, drawing back briefly to explain.
“I believe I made you a promise,” he mumbled to Jonghyun’s lips, his hand starting a slow rhythm. Jonghyun smiled, reaching up to cup the back of his neck and kiss him in earnest.
Part 4