In the Meantime, Part 7 (Drabble)
Pairing: college roommates!JongKey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: humour, smut
Summary: Jonghyun was so sure this was the best idea he'd ever had.
( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
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“What the hell are you doing?”
Jonghyun looked up at once, guilt plain on his face at being caught in the act. He had been hoping to finish by the time Kibum came back and have everything set up already so that he could instead concentrate on convincing Kibum that this was a good idea.
“Did you move my stuff?” Kibum asked, his voice turning shrill.
“Um,” Jonghyun started, a bit at a loss. This definitely made things harder. “Look, I was just trying to-”
“Why are my clothes on the floor?” His voice was steadily rising, and Jonghyun knew it was time to change tactics and opt for damage control.
“I didn’t change the order or anything, I just wanted to-”
“Jonghyun,” Kibum went on in a stern tone, “I told you not to mess with my stuff on the bed! It’s there for a reason!”
“-will you let me finish?”
“No! You know we don’t have enough drawer space for all my shit and you’re the one who turned down the room with the bigger closet and you know I hate it when people touch my stuff!”
“Oh please,” Jonghyun scoffed, growing quite irritated - why did Kibum have to be so very picky when it came to these sorts of things? - “it was barely bigger, and no closet would be big enough for you anyway.”
“Was that a joke, Kim Jonghyun?” Kibum had moved in closer, face flushed and Jonghyun didn’t miss the way his hands were curled into fists. He also knew what they could feel like, so he raised his palms up and attempted to explain himself anew.
“Please just - just hear me out,” he tried, and Kibum was still seething but at least he’d stopped clenching his fists, “I’ll put it all back if it doesn’t work, I promise, I just wanted to try something.”
“Try what,” Kibum spat, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay,” and Jonghyun took a deep breath; this was good, this was progress. “Okay, I just wanted to try pushing the beds together.”
The look of anger on Kibum’s face faded a little, replaced instead by confusion and a hint of curiosity that he tried conceal. “Why,” he demanded.
“Because I want to have sex with you,” Jonghyun spoke softly, pausing for a moment before adding, “without worrying about splitting my head on the night table or breaking my leg on the way down.”
Kibum seemed hesitant as he glanced towards the two single beds with a frown, but eventually gave in.
“Fine,” he conceded with a loud sigh, at last, “let’s try. But I’ll take care of my stuff.” With that, he moved to gather the remaining clothes on the bed and placed them on the floor by the others. Jonghyun very nearly broke out into his happy dance but managed to contain it.
As it turned out, the mattress was quite heavy but together they were able to push the bed over without dragging it too much. Then it was a matter of aligning the mattresses and Jonghyun gave himself a mental pat on the back because, arranged like this, their beds looked huge.
“I’m not sleeping in the crack,” Kibum spoke up from where he also stood, admiring the result.
“No one is sleeping in the crack,” Jonghyun assured him.
“I’m sorry I blew up at you,” Kibum apologized at once as he kicked off his shoes, and Jonghyun had to admit he liked where this was all going. “I just really don’t like it when people touch my stuff.”
“I know,” Jonghyun replied, although he did so with a light-hearted smile, “believe me.” He watched quietly as Kibum slipped off his socks, jacket following and joining the growing pile of clothes on the ground. “Shall we?” he finally asked, nodding towards the bed.
“You need to ask?” Kibum spoke with a light chuckle, now working on his shirt.
Jonghyun was grinning as he imitated Kibum and shrugged out of his shirt, but was pushed onto the bed before he could get to his pants. Kibum was straddling him the next second, hands reaching for Jonghyun’s fly as he leaned in to kiss him. Jonghyun hummed into it, hands fumbling in turn for Kibum’s jeans. He let out a shaky breath when Kibum palmed him through his underwear, drawing back and nipping lightly on Jonghyun’s bottom lip. He was smirking and swaying his hips slightly; Jonghyun got the message, popping open the button and pulling down his zipper at once. Kibum shook his hips once more to shimmy out of his pants, lowering them to mid-thigh with Jonghyun’s help and leaving Jonghyun to face a most interesting sight.
“You bought new briefs?” Jonghyun asked, eyeing the purple material that clung very nicely in all places. Jonghyun felt more than he saw Kibum nod, gaze unwavering. It wasn’t long before Kibum’s fingers threaded into his hair, and Jonghyun was all too happy to oblige.
He grabbed Kibum’s waist with both hands, pulling him closer to mouth at the skin below his navel. Jonghyun took his time, licking and kissing and biting at the skin slowly on the way down, relishing in the feeling of Kibum’s nails scratching his scalp and the hushed breaths that escaped his parted lips. By the time he made it to the front of the straining material, Kibum had a hand fisted in his hair, the other on his shoulder for support. Jonghyun mouthed along the line of his dick, kneading it with his tongue, decidedly uncaring of the mess he was making.
“You-” Kibum tried to speak, voice breathy as he fumbled for words. “I swear you always end up ruining my new underwear.”
“Mmm,” Jonghyun hummed into his flesh, making Kibum groan. He drew back and licked his lips, eyes falling on a darker spot near the tip of Kibum’s growing erection that wasn’t entirely due to saliva. “You do that well enough on your own, ‘Bum.”
Jonghyun didn’t resist when Kibum pulled him in again, but merely smiled as he flicked his tongue at the precum-smeared tip. Kibum shuddered, tilting his hips forward and Jonghyun couldn’t help the chuckle that came out as he tugged down his briefs. Kibum let out a deep sigh when Jonghyun finally took him into his mouth. He didn’t waste time sucking him deeper, looking up just in time to see Kibum throwing his head back in a silent moan. Jonghyun smirked, sliding his lips back down the shaft with a purposefully noisy slurp.
“Wait - wait,” Kibum panted out, both of his hands now gripping Jonghyun’s hair. Jonghyun let himself be pulled back, perplexed, until Kibum reached for his pants and underwear, quickly slipping them off. Jonghyun did the same, rather amused when he was forcefully shoved down onto the bed once more. Only, this time, Kibum settled over his chest, thighs spread wide above him, and Jonghyun dove in. It was no secret that Jonghyun loved blowing Kibum just as much as he liked being blown.
And now, as Kibum sprawled out above him and began rolling his hips in and out of the wet heat of Jonghyun’s mouth, Jonghyun was convinced that this was the best idea he’d ever had.
At least until he grabbed the back of Kibum’s thighs to pull himself up a little, at which point Kibum’s knee slipped into the small space between the two mattresses; the next thing Jonghyun knew, he was wide-eyed and choking.
Kibum pulled himself off, scrambling back as fast as he could and leaving Jonghyun spluttering as he caught his breath, red-faced. He was still panting when Kibum started laughing beside him, and once the suddenness of it all wore off, Jonghyun was left chuckling as well. Kibum rolled on top of him, propping himself up on an elbow and cradling Jonghyun’s cheek.
“Are you okay?” he asked, not for the first time.
“Yeah,” Jonghyun told him, “a little warning before the deep-throat next time, though.”
Kibum shook his head at him, but dropped a kiss to his nose. Jonghyun wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in against him.
“I officially hate these beds,” Jonghyun said, although he did feel slightly better about it when Kibum’s lips pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “I think they’re cursed.”
“Hmm,” Kibum agreed, distracted as his lips moved towards Jonghyun’s jaw. “I could always tie your hands and try again,” he mumbled.
“I like the sound of that.”
“You would,” Kibum humoured him, pushing himself onto his elbows once more to smile down at him before granting him a messy, wet kiss.
Part 8
Rating: NC-17
Genre: humour, smut
Summary: Jonghyun was so sure this was the best idea he'd ever had.
( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
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“What the hell are you doing?”
Jonghyun looked up at once, guilt plain on his face at being caught in the act. He had been hoping to finish by the time Kibum came back and have everything set up already so that he could instead concentrate on convincing Kibum that this was a good idea.
“Did you move my stuff?” Kibum asked, his voice turning shrill.
“Um,” Jonghyun started, a bit at a loss. This definitely made things harder. “Look, I was just trying to-”
“Why are my clothes on the floor?” His voice was steadily rising, and Jonghyun knew it was time to change tactics and opt for damage control.
“I didn’t change the order or anything, I just wanted to-”
“Jonghyun,” Kibum went on in a stern tone, “I told you not to mess with my stuff on the bed! It’s there for a reason!”
“-will you let me finish?”
“No! You know we don’t have enough drawer space for all my shit and you’re the one who turned down the room with the bigger closet and you know I hate it when people touch my stuff!”
“Oh please,” Jonghyun scoffed, growing quite irritated - why did Kibum have to be so very picky when it came to these sorts of things? - “it was barely bigger, and no closet would be big enough for you anyway.”
“Was that a joke, Kim Jonghyun?” Kibum had moved in closer, face flushed and Jonghyun didn’t miss the way his hands were curled into fists. He also knew what they could feel like, so he raised his palms up and attempted to explain himself anew.
“Please just - just hear me out,” he tried, and Kibum was still seething but at least he’d stopped clenching his fists, “I’ll put it all back if it doesn’t work, I promise, I just wanted to try something.”
“Try what,” Kibum spat, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay,” and Jonghyun took a deep breath; this was good, this was progress. “Okay, I just wanted to try pushing the beds together.”
The look of anger on Kibum’s face faded a little, replaced instead by confusion and a hint of curiosity that he tried conceal. “Why,” he demanded.
“Because I want to have sex with you,” Jonghyun spoke softly, pausing for a moment before adding, “without worrying about splitting my head on the night table or breaking my leg on the way down.”
Kibum seemed hesitant as he glanced towards the two single beds with a frown, but eventually gave in.
“Fine,” he conceded with a loud sigh, at last, “let’s try. But I’ll take care of my stuff.” With that, he moved to gather the remaining clothes on the bed and placed them on the floor by the others. Jonghyun very nearly broke out into his happy dance but managed to contain it.
As it turned out, the mattress was quite heavy but together they were able to push the bed over without dragging it too much. Then it was a matter of aligning the mattresses and Jonghyun gave himself a mental pat on the back because, arranged like this, their beds looked huge.
“I’m not sleeping in the crack,” Kibum spoke up from where he also stood, admiring the result.
“No one is sleeping in the crack,” Jonghyun assured him.
“I’m sorry I blew up at you,” Kibum apologized at once as he kicked off his shoes, and Jonghyun had to admit he liked where this was all going. “I just really don’t like it when people touch my stuff.”
“I know,” Jonghyun replied, although he did so with a light-hearted smile, “believe me.” He watched quietly as Kibum slipped off his socks, jacket following and joining the growing pile of clothes on the ground. “Shall we?” he finally asked, nodding towards the bed.
“You need to ask?” Kibum spoke with a light chuckle, now working on his shirt.
Jonghyun was grinning as he imitated Kibum and shrugged out of his shirt, but was pushed onto the bed before he could get to his pants. Kibum was straddling him the next second, hands reaching for Jonghyun’s fly as he leaned in to kiss him. Jonghyun hummed into it, hands fumbling in turn for Kibum’s jeans. He let out a shaky breath when Kibum palmed him through his underwear, drawing back and nipping lightly on Jonghyun’s bottom lip. He was smirking and swaying his hips slightly; Jonghyun got the message, popping open the button and pulling down his zipper at once. Kibum shook his hips once more to shimmy out of his pants, lowering them to mid-thigh with Jonghyun’s help and leaving Jonghyun to face a most interesting sight.
“You bought new briefs?” Jonghyun asked, eyeing the purple material that clung very nicely in all places. Jonghyun felt more than he saw Kibum nod, gaze unwavering. It wasn’t long before Kibum’s fingers threaded into his hair, and Jonghyun was all too happy to oblige.
He grabbed Kibum’s waist with both hands, pulling him closer to mouth at the skin below his navel. Jonghyun took his time, licking and kissing and biting at the skin slowly on the way down, relishing in the feeling of Kibum’s nails scratching his scalp and the hushed breaths that escaped his parted lips. By the time he made it to the front of the straining material, Kibum had a hand fisted in his hair, the other on his shoulder for support. Jonghyun mouthed along the line of his dick, kneading it with his tongue, decidedly uncaring of the mess he was making.
“You-” Kibum tried to speak, voice breathy as he fumbled for words. “I swear you always end up ruining my new underwear.”
“Mmm,” Jonghyun hummed into his flesh, making Kibum groan. He drew back and licked his lips, eyes falling on a darker spot near the tip of Kibum’s growing erection that wasn’t entirely due to saliva. “You do that well enough on your own, ‘Bum.”
Jonghyun didn’t resist when Kibum pulled him in again, but merely smiled as he flicked his tongue at the precum-smeared tip. Kibum shuddered, tilting his hips forward and Jonghyun couldn’t help the chuckle that came out as he tugged down his briefs. Kibum let out a deep sigh when Jonghyun finally took him into his mouth. He didn’t waste time sucking him deeper, looking up just in time to see Kibum throwing his head back in a silent moan. Jonghyun smirked, sliding his lips back down the shaft with a purposefully noisy slurp.
“Wait - wait,” Kibum panted out, both of his hands now gripping Jonghyun’s hair. Jonghyun let himself be pulled back, perplexed, until Kibum reached for his pants and underwear, quickly slipping them off. Jonghyun did the same, rather amused when he was forcefully shoved down onto the bed once more. Only, this time, Kibum settled over his chest, thighs spread wide above him, and Jonghyun dove in. It was no secret that Jonghyun loved blowing Kibum just as much as he liked being blown.
And now, as Kibum sprawled out above him and began rolling his hips in and out of the wet heat of Jonghyun’s mouth, Jonghyun was convinced that this was the best idea he’d ever had.
At least until he grabbed the back of Kibum’s thighs to pull himself up a little, at which point Kibum’s knee slipped into the small space between the two mattresses; the next thing Jonghyun knew, he was wide-eyed and choking.
Kibum pulled himself off, scrambling back as fast as he could and leaving Jonghyun spluttering as he caught his breath, red-faced. He was still panting when Kibum started laughing beside him, and once the suddenness of it all wore off, Jonghyun was left chuckling as well. Kibum rolled on top of him, propping himself up on an elbow and cradling Jonghyun’s cheek.
“Are you okay?” he asked, not for the first time.
“Yeah,” Jonghyun told him, “a little warning before the deep-throat next time, though.”
Kibum shook his head at him, but dropped a kiss to his nose. Jonghyun wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in against him.
“I officially hate these beds,” Jonghyun said, although he did feel slightly better about it when Kibum’s lips pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “I think they’re cursed.”
“Hmm,” Kibum agreed, distracted as his lips moved towards Jonghyun’s jaw. “I could always tie your hands and try again,” he mumbled.
“I like the sound of that.”
“You would,” Kibum humoured him, pushing himself onto his elbows once more to smile down at him before granting him a messy, wet kiss.
Part 8