Where Are the Treats? (Chapter 8)

[just2wings]

Pairing: idol!Key / student!Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: General, Romance
Word count: 7492
Summary: Jonghyun’s job is rather unusual; dog sitting for an idol isn’t something most students pick up on the side. Only, what he expected to be a stroll in the park with two lovable dogs turns out to be much more than he bargained for.


A/N: The first part of this chapter is inspired by this episode of Key's Know How, and the second part of this chapter is rather, um, self-explanatory. I really hope you enjoy it! The next chapter is going a little slow but I figured I'd still post this one ^^
Thank you to the wonderful Emma, as usual, for the super cute banner <3
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It’s a familiar setting. Jonghyun is still awake, studying at his desk for his test the next day while Jinki sleeps in the bed behind him. Jonghyun is idly flipping through his notes for one of his education classes and he is finding it hard to stay focused. His mind keeps drifting off and when his cellphone vibrates on his desk, he gratefully grabs it for the distraction it provides.

It isn’t a text like he first expected and Jonghyun frowns, taking the call.

“Hello?” he whispers, mindful of his sleeping roommate.

“Jong-?” It’s Kibum’s voice, only he sounds a little off; like he’s muted, almost, or a bit breathless.

Jonghyun’s frown deepens and he pushes the phone against his ear, straining to hear.

“Kibum?”

“Hey, I just-I just wanted to talk to you,” Kibum speaks, voice tight. He’s struggling to get the words out and Jonghyun instantly knows something is wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

“Not really,” Kibum admits, breath catching on the last syllable.

“Fuck,” Jonghyun curses under his breath. He has no idea what it is that has Kibum sounding like this, but he knows that he wants to be there, wants to make it better somehow. “Just wait I’ll be right over.”

Kibum makes a small, low-pitched sound on the other end of the line before hanging up, leaving Jonghyun more distraught than ever. He shoves his things into his backpack as fast as he can and sets out, running along the street and hailing the first taxi he sees.

He’s halfway to Kibum’s apartment when he realizes he’s still wearing his black-rimmed glasses and that he forgot to put in his contacts instead. For a ridiculous second, Jonghyun hopes Kibum won’t think much of it, or of his general appearance at the moment.

Sure, Jonghyun has seen Kibum cry before, has seen him close off and get upset while talking about his past, but never before has he been confronted with something quite like this. Jonghyun desperately searches through his mind for what could have set this off, but his thoughts draw a blank and he feels at a loss. Whatever it is, he hopes he can offer some comfort.

He doesn’t bother knocking when he arrives at Kibum’s doorstep. He keys in his passcode and steps inside, a foreboding feeling settling inside him when neither of the dogs come to greet him. He kicks off his shoes and carefully enters the apartment only to find Kibum propped up on his couch with the dogs in his lap. The dogs merely lift their heads at Jonghyun’s arrival, never leaving their master’s side, and for that Jonghyun is grateful.

Kibum looks… like he’s had better days. He is still in his thick stage makeup, eyes darkened with eyeliner, hair swept back elegantly, a little gritty with hair gel, but there are glistening tear tracks on his cheeks and Jonghyun doesn’t how to make them disappear. He feels like he should know, but he doesn’t even have the slightest clue and it makes him restless.

He settles onto the couch, next to Kibum. Comme Des tilts his head up to look at him and Jonghyun may be reading too much into it, but the dog looks like he’s pleading for Jonghyun to do something. When Jonghyun doesn’t move, Comme Des turns his head away, resting it on Kibum’s thigh.

Jonghyun lets out a sigh, scooting closer, and places an arm around Kibum.

“Bum,” he speaks softly, letting the nickname slip mindlessly. He presses his forehead to Kibum’s temple and tries to keep his emotions in check when Kibum releases a dry sob. Seeing Kibum like this, it just hurts. “What is it?”

Kibum takes in a deep, shaky breath and looks up to the ceiling in an attempt to clear his tears.

“I don’t know,” he utters in that same, muted tone Jonghyun had heard from him on the phone, the kind that makes Jonghyun feel just as helpless as Kibum sounds. “I just came back from my musical feeling sad.”

“Why?” Jonghyun asks in a murmur.

Kibum shrugs, fresh tears slipping down his face. “I don’t know,” he repeats lowly, the sound straining Jonghyun’s heart. He’s quiet again for a moment, blinking more tears away. “I missed a few spots,” he confesses.

Jonghyun has never been good at comforting others and this time is no different. He’s too emotional, gets caught up so easily; before he knows it, there’s a tear slipping down his cheek, too.

“I’m sure you did great,” Jonghyun says, trying to keep his voice as level as possible. When Kibum doesn’t react, only keeps looking at the ceiling, he places a hand on either side of his face to guide him down and touch their foreheads together. “Kibum-ah,” he whispers weakly, “don’t be sad.”

Kibum’s eyes widen slightly when he realizes Jonghyun is also crying, but he doesn’t pull back and Jonghyun counts that as a small victory.

“Can I kiss you?” Kibum suddenly asks, watery eyes locked with Jonghyun’s. His voice is shaky when he adds, “I’ve been kissing Dana all night and it feels… I don’t… I want to kiss you.”

Jonghyun simply nods, too choked up to speak. Kibum’s lips are wet when they brush against Jonghyun’s, tasting a bit salty. Still, Jonghyun closes his eyes, focusing on the soft plumpness of his lips and on Kibum’s ragged breathing. He kisses back hard and presses in close, hoping to convey everything he can’t seem to put into words.

It’s a chaste kiss; innocent, almost, if it weren’t for the tears staining their cheeks. Jonghyun lets his thumbs sweep beneath Kibum’s eyes, catching stray teardrops. Kibum lets out a soft sob against his lips and Jonghyun can’t take it anymore. He pulls back gently, wiping the rest of Kibum’s tears with his thumbs before placing a kiss to his forehead, pulling Kibum into his chest. Kibum goes willingly, tucking his head beneath Jonghyun’s chin and nuzzling into the dip of his collarbone.

“I don’t know why I’m so sad,” Kibum speaks softly, hands clutching at Jonghyun’s shirt, gripping the fabric tightly. “I can’t help it.”

Jonghyun just holds him, fingers combing into the back of his hair. He sniffles once and pointedly ignores his own tears. “It’s okay to be sad, but it’s also okay to miss a few spots on your first performance.”

Kibum doesn’t reply, doesn’t even move. Jonghyun rests his chin in his hair and scrunches his eyes shut, simply letting the moment last.

They stay like that for a long time, long enough for their tears to dry. Jonghyun feels a slight headache coming on, a persistent pressure behind his eyes and in his throat, reminding him that it’s been a while since he’s cried like this. It’s been even longer since he’s cried in front of someone.

Kibum eventually untangles himself from Jonghyun and the dogs, murmuring a quiet “Thank you” before righting his clothes. He holds out a hand to Jonghyun, an unspoken question in his eyes. It’s a look that Jonghyun has no trouble deciphering, for once, and a sense of pride and affection fills his chest at the thought that he’s getting better and better at reading Kibum.

He takes Kibum’s hand and follows him to his bathroom. Together, they wordlessly go through their nightly routines. It takes Kibum a little longer that night as he washes his face thoroughly, ridding it of the thick makeup, but soon enough he joins Jonghyun in his bed. The dogs have already claimed their spots on it, with Garçons at the foot of it and Comme Des stretched out against Jonghyun’s back.

Only then does Kibum speak.

“You look cute with glasses.”

Jonghyun chuckles lightly, exhaustion catching up to him in the late hour. “I forgot to switch them for my contacts before leaving the dorm.”

“I don’t mind,” Kibum says quickly. He slowly takes them off of Jonghyun’s face, ignoring the latter’s protests as he’s forced to squint. Despite being almost nose to nose with Kibum, the sight of him becomes a little blurry and Jonghyun curses his eyesight. Kibum places the glasses on his own face and even though Jonghyun can’t make out the details, he sees enough to know they look adorable on him.

“Give those back,” he whines, quickly placing them back on his nose when Kibum hands them over. He’s surprised to find Kibum smiling when he looks at him, vision now cleared.

Kibum places an arm over Jonghyun’s waist and slips his thigh between Jonghyun’s legs, foot brushing along Jonghyun’s calf.

“I really like it when you spend the night.”

Jonghyun hums agreeingly. “You can call me anytime.”

They both go quiet for a long moment and Jonghyun lets his eyes drift shut, lulled to sleep by Kibum’s even breathing beside him. He tenses when Kibum lets out a long exhale, cracking an eye open. Kibum seems pensive, looking down to where his fingers tiptoe across Jonghyun’s side, tracing over the muscles in his stomach with a featherlight touch.

Jonghyun’s glasses are slightly askew on his face, pressed into the pillow on his side as he is, but he still sees enough to think Kibum is breathtakingly beautiful.

“I feel like…” Kibum speaks slowly, voice low, still roughened by previous tears, “like sometimes people are only interested in me because I’m an idol. But you, I feel like you like me in spite of it.”

Kibum’s fingers feel amazing where they’re brushing over his stomach; it takes a while for Jonghyun to register that he’s just spoken.

“Not exactly,” Jonghyun corrects, frowning blearily. “It’s a part of you and…” he trails off, wondering how best to put it, “I like you.”

Kibum smiles, drawing his hand up to press his palm to Jonghyun’s chest.

“Go to sleep, Jjong.”

Jonghyun is too tired to do anything but comply. He lets his eyes drift shut once more and snuggles further into the pillow after Kibum carefully removes his glasses for him. He thinks he feels the slightest brush of lips against the side of his mouth, but he might be dreaming.

Jonghyun’s alarm is the first to ring the next morning, for once. Jonghyun fumbles blindly for his phone on the bedside table, reaching over Kibum for it. Jonghyun curses under his breath when Kibum stirs beside him, groggily rubbing at his eyes. He finally manages to locate his phone and holds it right in front of his face, squinting at it as he tries to navigate the touch screen and have it stop.

He falls back onto the pillow with a grunt once it’s silent, only to have Kibum unhelpfully flick his glasses at him a tad too late.

“Time’s it?” Kibum mumbles hoarsely, barely awake.

Garçons walks up to Jonghyun on the bed and places his two front paws on his chest as he leans in to snuffle his cheek.

“Eight,” Jonghyun answers, and Garçons’ tail starts wagging at the sound of his voice.

“You have class?” Kibum grumbles in the same low tone.

“Yeah,” Jonghyun regretfully admits. “An exam.”

That seems to get Kibum to wake up.

“You have an exam?” he asks at once.

Jonghyun nods and rolls off the bed, mindful not to bump into Garçons. He heads over to the bathroom, surprised when Kibum follows him and leans against the doorway.

“You seriously have an exam? Right now?”

Jonghyun shrugs, splashing his face with water before placing his glasses on his nose.

“Shit, Jonghyun, you should have said something last night, I didn’t-”

“It’s fine, Kibum,” Jonghyun interrupts him. “I was sick of studying anyway, you don’t have to worry. I wanted to come.”

Kibum doesn’t look convinced; he merely keeps eyeing Jonghyun from the doorway, looking all kinds of irresistible in his rumpled pyjama shirt and short shorts. If it weren’t for his exam, Jonghyun might have actually considered skipping class and that’s a most dangerous thought.

Jonghyun runs his hands through his hair a few times before deeming it acceptable and walking past Kibum. He slips on the same jeans he had worn the previous night and is about to pull on his t-shirt when Kibum stops him with a hand to his arm.

“At least let me lend you a shirt,” he says, handing over a clean, long-sleeved shirt.

“Thanks.” Jonghyun slips it on in a rush; the shirt falls a bit low over his thighs, but Jonghyun has seen worse.

“Are you sure this is-was-okay?” Kibum asks again, sounding unsure.

Jonghyun wishes Kibum would just let it be; it isn’t a big deal, not to him anyway, and it’s possibly the last thing he wants to talk about.

“Yes,” Jonghyun assures him again, a little put-upon, emphasizing the syllable. He rushes into the kitchen to feed the dogs, Kibum trailing behind him.

“You don’t have to-” Kibum starts to say, offering to help only to realize that Jonghyun is already halfway through the routine. “Do you want some breakfast?”

“No, I’m good,” Jonghyun declines, “I really need to get going.”

He places the dogs’ bowls on the floor, calling them as he does so. He doesn’t even wait for the dogs to run up to him before turning on his heels and heading down the hallway.

“Wait, Jjong,” Kibum speaks quickly, stumbling to catch up to him. “Just, please, I don’t want you to-”

“It’s nothing, Kibum, will you just drop it?” The more Kibum pries and pushes, the more Jonghyun feels himself losing his temper. He doesn’t mean to, but this isn’t something he particularly wants to talk about. Sure, Kibum was the one to call him last night, but Jonghyun came here of his own free will. He knew full well what he was doing and it isn’t up to Kibum to make him feel guilty for it.

Unfortunately, Kibum is just as stubborn, if not more when provoked. “No!” he exclaims, tone steadily rising. “How would you feel if I neglected my work because of you?”

“You wouldn’t.”

Kibum recoils at the words, expression dropping at once. His face goes carefully blank in a way that’s almost eerie, and Jonghyun instantly regrets letting that slip. But it’s too late, now, and he’s already halfway out the door.

“I’ll see you later,” he says flatly.

He tries not to let it get to him when Kibum doesn’t answer.

***

Put simply, Jonghyun’s exam could have gone better. Much better, considering the way he kept spacing out throughout, leaving some answers half-blank. He feels terrible for what he said to Kibum; he of all people doesn’t deserve to have his job thrown back in his face like that, not when he already sacrifices so much for it.

Jonghyun very much wants to apologize, wants to fix this, but he doesn’t know how to go about it. Hell, he doesn’t even know if he is welcomed at Kibum’s apartment at the moment.

He looks down at his phone for the countless time that day, taking in the blank lock screen and how it’s completely void of new messages or notices of missed calls. With a sigh, he stuffs it back into his pocket and heads off to Jinki’s parents’ restaurant. He hasn’t eaten all day and a free meal sounds amazing right about now. Not to mention free alcohol.

Jinki is already seated at a table in the back when Jonghyun walks in. The restaurant is a little quiet considering it’s still early. Jinki has a textbook spread out on the table next to his food, and he only looks up when Jonghyun drops into the seat in front of him.

His eyebrows rise at once as he looks Jonghyun over.

“What happened to you? You look awful.”

Jonghyun doesn’t have it in him to be offended by the comment. He merely shrugs, and that seems to set Jinki off more than anything.

“Are you okay?” he adds, sounding more distressed this time.

Jonghyun decides to cut to the chase and save himself the heartache. “Kibum and I kind of, uh, had a bit of an argument.”

Jinki’s expression melts into one of concern, only Jonghyun doesn’t think he deserves it.

“Kind of?” Jinki quotes, trying to understand.

“I may have said some shit,” Jonghyun admits shamefully. “He usually texts me during the day but I haven’t received anything so far. I don’t even know if I’m supposed to take care of the pups tonight.”

Jinki looks at him for a long moment, gaze more intense than Jonghyun is used to. If there’s one thing Jonghyun can’t handle from him right now, it’s pity.

“I kinda snapped. It was my fault.” Jonghyun figures upright honesty might save himself a lecture from Jinki, even though Jinki really isn’t the type to say I told you so.

“I’m sorry, Jonghyun.”

Jonghyun simply shrugs, keeping silent.

“Want some food?” Jinki offers thoughtfully. “Booze?”

“Please.”

Jinki is extremely considerate over the next hour or so. He doesn’t pry too much, doesn’t ask any detailed questions about what happened, but he does however insist that Jonghyun have a few shots of soju. It isn’t long before Jonghyun loses track of time and loses track of why he’s here, too. Jinki even gets a little drunk, too, and a drunk Jinki is always an entertaining Jinki, even more so when Jonghyun is a little gone himself. Overall, Jonghyun thinks this evening could have gone much worse.

It isn’t until he’s walking a crooked line back to his dorm that he thinks to check his phone. To his surprise, there are two new text messages. It takes him a few tries to unlock his phone, but he eventually manages and taps on the messages’ notice.

Can we talk?

Jong?

Both are from Kibum, obviously. Before Jonghyun can fully realize what he’s doing, his feet take him to the nearest subway station and he finds himself making his way over to Kibum’s apartment. He isn’t thinking clearly, at all, but right now he doesn’t particularly care if he’ll regret it later.

Kibum’s apartment is empty, save for the two dogs who come running up to him. They seem more agitated than usual. He sits down in the hallway and lets the pups fawn over him; he even cracks a smile when Comme Des licks his cheek. He grabs the pup’s face in his hands so that they’re almost nose to nose.

“Tell your daddy I’m sorry.” He’s slurring his words a little, but he watches on with drunken satisfaction as Comme Des tilts his head to the side, almost as if he understood. Or maybe he’s judging me, Jonghyun thinks drunkenly.

He lifts himself off the floor-with some difficulty-and heads into the kitchen. He’s rummaging through cupboards, trying to find the bag of dog food because he can’t seem to remember where it’s stored all of a sudden, when he sees a note stuck to the counter right beside the dogs’ bowls.

The note simply states that the dogs have been fed for the evening, with today’s date marked beneath the words. It isn’t signed, but Jonghyun is lucid enough to tell it isn’t written in Kibum’s handwriting. He’s also lucid enough to wonder if Kibum had someone else come over because he knew Jonghyun wouldn’t come or because he didn’t want Jonghyun to come.

Suddenly, Jonghyun doesn’t feel too good. He rushes into Kibum’s bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet only to dry-heave. He doesn’t throw up, but it’s a near thing.

He doesn’t really remember what happens next. He distinctly remembers kneeling in the bathroom, he remembers leaning back against the tub in exhaustion, half passed out. What he doesn’t remember is how he got into Kibum’s bed, but he must have crawled into it somehow because that’s precisely where he wakes up some time later when a soft noise rouses him from sleep.

He feels the bed to his side dip slowly. He means to turn around and look, but he only manages to shift onto his side before a heavy, familiar body settles in close behind him, rendering him still.

Kibum curls into him, tucking his legs along the back of Jonghyun’s, arm circling his waist. Jonghyun tenses under his touch, wondering what it all means. He tries to turn around again in hopes of some answers but Kibum’s arm stays firmly across his waist, unmoving. He then rests his forehead against the nape of his neck, warm breath gliding down Jonghyun’s back as he speaks, barely above a whisper.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Jonghyun nods slightly; that sounds like a wonderful idea, especially when his head feels heavy and Kibum is so warm and comfortable, wrapped around him like everything will be okay.

Jonghyun is the first to wake up. Kibum is a dead weight against his back and Jonghyun spends a long moment lying still, taking everything in. Getting tipsy with Jinki the previous night probably wasn’t the smartest decision and Jonghyun feels guilt and shame twirl in his gut at the thought of how badly he handled everything. Thankfully, the only ones who were really there to witness his little breakdown were the dogs, so Jonghyun counts himself lucky. And while Kibum wanting to talk could be a bad thing, the way Kibum is currently sleeping tangled up with him has Jonghyun daring to hope for the best.

Jonghyun is still in his day-old clothes and it’s incredibly hot under the covers with Kibum radiating heat behind him. He opens his eyes blearily, head pounding a little when he’s suddenly assaulted with daylight, but he finds his headache is manageable. He takes a deep breath and carefully shuffles away, leaving Kibum to roll onto his stomach, still fast asleep.

He spends a long moment watching Kibum, taking in the way his pink lips part around every breath, the way his features are softened and rounded with sleep; everything about him is painfully beautiful. Jonghyun wonders how close he came to losing it all and the thought scares him. The longer he looks, the more he realizes how much losing this, losing him, would have hurt and the mere thought of it makes him ache.

Selfishly, he leans in close and steals a kiss from those plump lips, drawing back before Kibum can fully awaken.

Kibum’s nose scrunches up and he shifts onto his side before letting out a long yawn. His eyes find Jonghyun’s as soon as he opens them and Jonghyun readies himself to say everything he should have said yesterday morning.

“I’m sorry.” Kibum’s gaze drifts to the pillow between them as he toys with a corner of the pillowcase absent-mindedly. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. I lost patience and I’m really sorry.”

Kibum lets out a sigh, and Jonghyun’s heart drops at the sound.

“I know,” Kibum speaks lowly. “But that’s not…” he starts, peering up at Jonghyun. They lock eyes for a moment, both hesitant. “I’m a little worried.”

Jonghyun frowns. “About what?”

“Well,” Kibum starts, looking somewhat uncomfortable, “you.”

Jonghyun can’t help the way his eyebrows rise in surprise, and he must look convincing enough because Kibum then elaborates.

“Please don’t…” he begins, fumbling with his words a little but at least he holds Jonghyun’s gaze this time, “don’t take this the wrong way, but are you sure education is really the thing for you?”

It saddens Jonghyun how easily the answer comes to him.

“No.”

“Then why-?”

“Because I settled.” And the truth is, in another life, maybe if he hadn’t met Kibum, that would have been fine. “I needed something with good employability. I couldn’t afford to fool around for too long.”

Kibum nods into the pillow, eyes drifting towards the bed once more. “I understand,” he mumbles.

Do you really? Jonghyun thinks, keeping quiet. Still, he feels the need to explain himself, so he takes a deep breath and lets out what he hasn’t been allowing himself to think about. “I’m not going to lie, motivation is a little hard to come by lately,” he admits, and Kibum’s eyes snap back to his at once, attentive. “I don’t know if it’s because I finally have better things to be doing with my time, but it’s getting harder and harder to care for the little things. It was just a test, Kibum,” he finishes softly. He isn’t blaming Kibum for how he reacted, and thankfully Kibum seems to get that because he nods again.

It’s confusing to Jonghyun; he still hasn’t taken the time to sort out his thoughts on the matter and attempting to explain how he feels only confuses him even more. All he knows is that he wants to be with Kibum and that being with him has changed his perspective on more than just what an idol’s life is really like. Maybe it’s a mixture of seeing Kibum take pleasure in his work despite the gruelling schedule it puts him through and of him actively trying to fill his days with things he actually wants to do. Of how he seems to make use of every second of his free time to unapologetically do things for himself. At the back of his mind, Jonghyun knows Kibum mustn’t have figured all this out overnight. He wonders just how far Kibum has come, and how hard the journey must have been.

Jonghyun still very much admires Key, admires his dedication and perseverance, but somewhere along the way he also came to admire the way Kibum lives his life. And maybe it does make him jealous, because even though he knows this makes absolutely no sense, there’s a certain freedom to the way Kibum lives his days. Freedom to live for himself, in a way, without pretence and without apology. Whatever lies or half-truths he’s forced to spout out as Key, he makes up for them by living authentically as Kibum.

And maybe it’s a side effect of having been around Kibum for a while, but Jonghyun thinks he’s getting tired of pretending, too.

“You’ve given me a lot to think about, I hope you realize,” Jonghyun suddenly jokes, breaking Kibum out of his reverie. Kibum’s eyes widen for a second, lips parting into a small, round “O” before his expression changes, becoming softer.

“I’m not sorry,” is his answer, and it makes Jonghyun want to chuckle because it more or less perfectly embodies everything he’s been thinking about.

“And you shouldn’t be,” Jonghyun concedes with a smile, scooting closer on the bed and eyeing Kibum’s lips in what probably isn’t a subtle manner, but Jonghyun is beyond caring. He’s been eyeing them since he woke up and now that heavy feelings and thoughts are out of the way, he thinks it’s time to taste them. “We’re good?”

Kibum smiles back and Jonghyun doesn’t miss the way he also inches slightly closer. “We’re good.”

Jonghyun kisses him before Kibum can even catch his breath. Kibum recovers quickly and before Jonghyun can realize what’s happening, he’s being rolled onto his back while Kibum’s tongue licks into his mouth. His thighs spread easily, making space for Kibum above him, and Jonghyun’s mind goes blissfully blank for a moment, simply focused on feeling.

Kibum’s weight over him is warm, reassuring, and droplets of sweat gather at his temples while a different kind of heat pools in his stomach. Jonghyun grinds his hips up tentatively, jeans catching on Kibum’s softer pants and Kibum gives a low moan against his mouth. He seems thoroughly focused on Jonghyun’s mouth, working his tongue over and opening wide, until Jonghyun’s hands wander over to his ass to pull him in harder. Kibum breaks their messy kiss with a grunt, lifting himself onto his elbows to look down at Jonghyun. His face is flushed, hair a little more dishevelled than it was before, lips redder and plumper as he takes in a few breaths. Jonghyun lets his fingers splay over his ass while Kibum’s eyes roam over his face, an almost contemplative look taking over his features.

“Can I suck you?”

Jonghyun feels his dick twitch at the question, suddenly vividly remembering the last time Kibum’s perfect lips were wrapped around him.

“Yes, yes-” he speaks breathily, nodding adamantly, “please yes.”

Kibum has the audacity to chuckle at him, but Jonghyun is too far gone to care. He almost knocks Kibum over while reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head. Kibum merely chuckles again, and Jonghyun can hear him shooing the dogs away as he wrestles his shirt off. It probably isn’t the sexiest sight, he thinks as he wiggles on the mattress with one of his arms caught in its sleeve.

“There’s no rush,” Kibum’s deep voice sounds from the foot of the bed, amused. He helps Jonghyun untangle himself from his shirt, throwing it to the side before getting to work on Jonghyun’s pants. Jonghyun helpfully lifts his hips up for him to slide them down, leaving Jonghyun naked on the bed, splayed out with Kibum crouched between his legs.

It doesn’t take long for Jonghyun to realize that this isn’t going to be a repeat of the first time Kibum had blown him, when he’d been straightforward and dove right in. Kibum keeps teasing him with his lips and tongue, laving over him and occasionally brushing over the tip with his fingers, massaging his perineum and all around driving Jonghyun to insanity without ever taking him into his mouth. Jonghyun has never been so wound up and desperate to come, and he makes sure to let Kibum know that.

“I’m gonna, oh god-please, Kibum,” he pants out, not for the first time, but he’s past feeling embarrassed about begging for it.

Kibum pulls away from where he was prodding his balls with his tongue, tightening the hand he has on Jonghyun’s thigh.

“I said I wasn’t rushing this,” Kibum reminds him, hovering dangerously close to Jonghyun’s cock, his voice a rumbling purr against heated skin. He then purses his lips against the crown in what must be the filthiest imitation of a kiss, eyeing Jonghyun with somewhat of a challenge in his gaze. He looks incredibly cocky and it all just turns Jonghyun on even more.

Jonghyun doesn’t know for how much longer this goes on, only that he’s reduced to begging a few times more, but Kibum keeps denying him. Although, after a while, Kibum seems to get more and more desperate himself. Jonghyun is a trembling, panting mess on the sheets by the time Kibum finally caves in, and the string of curses Jonghyun lets out when Kibum finally wraps his lips around him to deliver a hard suck is so loud that the dogs bark at the door.

He doesn’t last long after that, strung out as he is. He comes so hard that it punches the air out of his lungs and has him arching off the bed as he releases into Kibum’s hot mouth. He shakes as he comes down from his orgasm, splayed out on sweaty sheets, chest heaving.

Kibum stays between his legs for a while, lips brushing over his softening dick until Jonghyun shies away from his touch, oversensitive. He crawls up the bed and lets himself fall on top of Jonghyun, who lets out a groan as Kibum’s weight presses him down.

“I can’t breathe,” Jonghyun wheezes, still very much out of breath. Kibum shifts to the side a little and buries his face into Jonghyun’s neck, nuzzling the skin there.

“Don’t you dare say I’m heavy,” Kibum mumbles in a warning, nipping at his neck before soothing the skin with a wet kiss.

“No no,” Jonghyun denies, “you just fucked me breathless. For like an hour.”

Kibum chortles into his shoulder, a genuine laugh, and Jonghyun’s heart soars at the sound. He places a hand beneath Kibum’s chin, framing his jaw to guide him to the side so that he can connect their lips messily. He takes a moment to slide his tongue against Kibum’s, taking in the taste of himself, and draws back slowly. He tightens his grip on Kibum’s jaw, loving the way Kibum lets him, the way he doesn’t even react. He presses into Kibum’s cheeks with his thumb and fingers, pushing Kibum’s lips into a pout that looks ridiculously adorable despite the circumstances. He kisses them again before releasing Kibum.

Ever since their last time together, Jonghyun has had something on his mind and, now that they have a bed and the time, he fully intends on seeing it through.

“On your stomach,” he tells Kibum. Kibum’s eyebrows suddenly draw together as he frowns slightly, looking hesitant. “You’ll like it,” Jonghyun assures him.

Kibum still seems hesitant for a second, but his doubts and worries seem put to rest when Jonghyun pointedly licks his lips. It’s like a light flicks on behind Kibum’s eyes, and he seems to understand where Jonghyun is going with this. He complies hurriedly, stripping out of his pants as fast as he can before rolling onto his stomach, spreading his legs slightly. He hasn’t even bothered to take off his shirt, already urging Jonghyun behind him.

As Jonghyun kneels between his splayed legs, placing his hands of Kibum’s thighs, he suddenly understands why Kibum had teased him for so long. Kibum laid out in front of him, half-naked and wound-up, practically grinding into the mattress in anticipation, is definitely a sight he wants to remember.

Kibum lets out a low whine when Jonghyun slowly rubs along his thighs. He parts them a little more before sliding his hands up to the curve of his ass. He palms the flesh, biting his lip when Kibum pushes back into his hands, impatient. He then slides his thumbs down Kibum’s cleft, brushing against his entrance.

Jonghyun’s first and only thought after that is that he’s not as strong as Kibum was, apparently, because this? He absolutely cannot resist no matter how much he wishes to take it slow and tease.

He leans in at once, licking across his hole and feeling it twitch against his tongue. Kibum gives a loud gasp at the sudden touch before burying his face into the pillow, arms folded beneath it. Jonghyun keeps laving at the furled entrance, sometimes drawing back to nip at the skin of Kibum’s ass, turning it a deep shade of red. He eventually manages to wriggle the tip of his tongue inside and Kibum’s answering moan is loud, so broken that Jonghyun wonders for a moment if he’s hurt him. But Kibum is pushing back against him, wordlessly demanding more, so Jonghyun keeps working the edges with his tongue, slurping and licking away. It all sounds so filthy in the dim morning light, but Jonghyun not-so-secretly loves it.

When Kibum is slippery wet with saliva, practically dripping onto the sheets, Jonghyun lifts himself higher, pushing Kibum’s shirt up to trail kisses and soft bites along the arch of his spine. He stops between his shoulder blades, nipping the edge of one before drawing back to survey his work.

“I hope no one has to see your back soon,” he says breathily, eyeing multiple reddening marks.

“Fucker,” Kibum reproaches, half-muttering it into the pillow, but Jonghyun hears him loud and clear. He also feels it loud and clear when Kibum lifts his hips up, ass snug against his dick and Jonghyun almost chokes.

As much as he wants to just slide into Kibum, push into him and fuck him dizzy, Jonghyun doesn’t think now is the right time for that, nor does he have the patience to fetch a condom and the like, so he settles for the next best thing and hopes Kibum agrees because he’s dying to be inside him any way he can.

“Can I-are fingers okay?” he speaks in a rush, lightheaded from the way Kibum’s ass feels against him.

“Fuck, yes,” Kibum groans out, sounding almost pained, “do it.”

Lube would make this a lot easier but Kibum doesn’t seem to care as he keeps urging Jonghyun on, only quieting down when he hears the pop of Jonghyun’s fingers as they slide out of his mouth. Jonghyun doesn’t tease; he slips one finger right in to the knuckle only to have Kibum arch into him, creating all kinds of interesting friction against his dick where it’s rubbing against Kibum’s ass. Jonghyun soon slips in a second finger, resting his forehead on Kibum’s back while he gives him time to adjust. He slowly starts crooking his fingers, grinning wolfishly when Kibum trembles beneath him and gives out a long moan as Jonghyun’s fingers finally brush over his spot.

It isn’t long before the drag and pull of his fingers becomes a little rough, so he trails down Kibum’s body to tongue at his entrance again. Kibum feels so tense beneath him, thigh shaking under Jonghyun’s palm where he’s holding it open, and Jonghyun wonders if this will be enough to wring an orgasm out of him.

When Kibum’s moans dissolve into loud, mindless begging, Jonghyun gives in, lifting Kibum’s hips up a little to sneak a hand beneath him, circling his cock. There’s a definite wet spot on the sheets below and Jonghyun feels a spike of arousal at the discovery. He jerks him a few times before Kibum spills over, going still and quiet for the first time in a while. The sudden silence is almost jarring, only broken by a small grunt when Jonghyun’s fingers slip out of him. Jonghyun plants a small, chaste peck to the inside of his thigh before crawling up the mattress.

Kibum looks well and truly fucked-out, eyes slightly glassy as looks into Jonghyun’s. Still, there’s a peaceful air about him and it suddenly hits Jonghyun, just how in love he is with this man. He simply lies there staring for a moment, a little dumbfounded by the sudden revelation. And yet, it doesn’t scare him like he thought it would.

He feels his lips stretch widely. “I told you you’d like it.”

Kibum cracks a smile, bright and happy, one Jonghyun hasn’t seen in a while and it’s both a relief and a thrill to witness.

“Seems like you liked it a lot, too,” Kibum answers pointedly, glancing down between them to where Jonghyun is hard once more.

“That I did,” Jonghyun admits heartily, a toothy grin showing through.

His smile is wiped clean off his face, though, when Kibum reaches down to jerk him off in long, brisk strokes. He isn’t teasing this time, but even then he manages to slide his thumb across the head, sometimes going lower to brush against his balls. It isn’t long before Jonghyun is panting and coming for the second time, streaking the sheets as well as the side of Kibum’s hip with his release.

Kibum watches him the entire time and as soon as Jonghyun catches his breath, his mouth is on his, kissing him hard. He feels a little sticky, wet, when he rolls over Jonghyun, but Jonghyun doesn’t mind it in the least.

When he pulls back to breathe against Jonghyun’s lips, he says, “I was in the wet spot.”

Jonghyun chuckles, running his hands up Kibum’s side and under his shirt to rest high on his back. “You are the wet spot.”

Kibum burrows his face into the nook of Jonghyun’s shoulder, letting out a small whine, apparently shy. It’s almost too endearing coming from him. Jonghyun chuckles again, rubbing his back.

“I really like your mouth,” Kibum mumbles lowly.

Jonghyun smirks. “Just my mouth?”

Kibum’s hand comes down on his side with a smack and Jonghyun chortles; Kibum makes it too easy.

“I knew you’d get cocky,” he grumbles under his breath. Jonghyun can’t help it when he chuckles again, pressing a kiss into his dark hair.

“Do you want to get cleaned up?” Jonghyun asks. Kibum shakes his head from side to side, still buried into Jonghyun’s shoulder, slumped on top of him. “No?”

“No,” Kibum speaks softly, “just a little longer.”

A wide smile breaks out across Jonghyun’s lips and he wraps his arms around Kibum, holding him tighter. Jonghyun indulges him, listening to Kibum’s deep breathing next to his ear, letting his fingers splay across Kibum’s soft skin. Jonghyun lets him be for a moment, simply enjoying having him so close, but after a while he has to ask:

“Do you have schedules today?”

Kibum nods his head silently, and Jonghyun is about to pry for more details when he speaks up.

“I’m supposed to go to the recording studio at noon, and then I have my musical.” Jonghyun hums; he has no idea what time it actually is, but it’s probably a good idea for him to get ready, then. He’s about to suggest that when Kibum suddenly asks, “What about you? Don’t you have class?”

Jonghyun sighs, but wills himself to answer even though he knows Kibum won’t like what he hears. Still, it’s the truth, and Jonghyun doesn’t regret it. “I have a morning class-or had, rather, because I’m pretty sure it started already. But I don’t mind skipping it.”

Kibum pulls back to look down at him, expression turning serious all of a sudden, eyebrows pinched together in concern. “Jjong…”

“I know,” Jonghyun interrupts him quickly. “I was going to skip it anyway. It’s a class I can easily catch up on.”

“What class is it?” Kibum doesn’t seem as concerned now, although his frown still hasn’t smoothened out completely.

“Oral communication, third level.”

Kibum’s eyebrows rise in surprise, but then he gets this teasing look, smirking a little. “No wonder you’re such a sweet talker,” he says, pausing to lick his lips, “and good with your mouth.”

Jonghyun bursts into laughter, shaking his head, partly because of how bad a joke it is and partly because of how sexy Kibum tried to make it sound, even though dirty jokes apparently aren’t his forte. He laughs so hard he even tears up a little, and when he finally wipes his eyes clear he finds Kibum staring down at him with a small smile on his lips.

“You know,” he speaks softly, eyeing Jonghyun intently, “circumstances aside, I really liked coming home to find you in my bed.”

“Maybe I’ll do it again, then.”

Kibum’s lips stretch into a wide smile, one that’s so genuine and happy that Jonghyun can’t help but stretch upwards to kiss him. He keeps it brief, pulling back and letting his hands run down to his waist, urging him up.

“Come on, we should go shower.”

Kibum sighs but agrees, lifting himself off of Jonghyun and finally stripping out of his shirt. He looks over to the bed, taking in the rumpled, ruined sheets and makes a face at the sight.

“I think we should wash the sheets, too. I’m not sure I want Aunt Lee finding this in the hamper,” Kibum mumbles thoughtfully. Jonghyun is forced to agree when he throws a look behind him at the bed; the sheets are indeed filthy.

“I’ll take care of it,” Jonghyun assures him, “you need to get going soon.”

“Shower with me?” He somehow makes his eyes go all big and round, and Jonghyun is powerless to resist even though it’s getting late.

“So demanding,” Jonghyun mutters, teasing. Kibum only chuckles, grabbing his arm to pull him into the bathroom. “Wait, wait, let me go feed the dogs first.”

Kibum nods and pauses in the bathroom’s doorway, looking all kinds of sultry and tempting as he utters, “Hurry up.” As if Jonghyun needed any more convincing.

Jonghyun practically runs out of the bedroom, still buck naked. The dogs are excited to see him, running around his feet with wagging tails and Jonghyun takes a moment to greet them properly, rubbing their ears and ruffling their curly fur. He rushes into the kitchen to fill their bowls before rushing back to the bathroom, finding Kibum already in the shower.

He steps in behind him, warmth spreading through his chest at the look Kibum sends him over his shoulder. There’s a calmness to his gaze, a sweetness to the tilt of his mouth, and it’s a stark contrast to the desperate, heated looks he’s been throwing Jonghyun all morning, but still so intimate. Maybe even more so.

He places kisses along Kibum’s shoulders, lingering at the back of his neck until Kibum huffs and turns around, claiming his lips with his own. It’s a bad idea, Jonghyun thinks, but he does nothing to stop it when Kibum starts rubbing against him. It probably means Kibum will have to hurry through his morning routine afterwards and won’t have as much time to waste standing around in his closet as he decides what to wear. But that’s okay; he looks good in anything, anyway.

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