the psychology of wanting ( taemin/sungjong, nc-17ish )
Title: The psychology of wanting
Pairing: Taemin (SHINee)/Sungjong (Infinite)
Rating: NC-17
WC: 6047
Their meeting was an act of fate, or so Sungjong would say. If Taemin had not attended the Rowdy Wednesdays Fruit Punch Social at his university's recreation center, which he hadn't been planning on going to in the first place, they could have missed each other and he would never have been in the situation he found himself in. As chance would have it, however, he'd ended up dragged to the event by his thin, bony wrist by Kim Jonghyun, a junior for his second year in a row and one of the few people Taemin actually knew by name so far.
"You'll never meet anyone here by just staying in your room the whole time," Jonghyun was arguing, still tugging him along although Taemin was perfectly capable of walking himself to the recreational facility. Taemin was about to reply that he had been studying in his room when the older boy had barged in but he cut himself short when another boy materialized over his right shoulder, walking alongside them.
"Jesus," Jonghyun jumped, letting Taemin go immediately. "Fuck, Key, where did you come from?"
"I've been here," Key replied with a roll of his eyes. He spared a smile for Taemin, patting his shoulder once. "I'm glad you came. You're too anti-social for your own good."
Taemin bristled slightly at the accusation, pouting his lower lip, but he let the comment slide because Key was often overly attentive to him, sometimes in an almost motherly way, and he'd learned to accept his criticisms with a wry grin. Key grabbed his other wrist then and they started off again, and Taemin felt very much like a piece of luggage being traded off but the rec center was only a few yards away and he was starting to feel that antsy feeling of anticipation before the entrance into a party.
He ended up feeling a little underwhelmed after they'd gone in and the "Rowdy" social ended up being about as hopping as a weekday bingo night. There were several wooden tables set up around the area with punch bowls and plastic Solo cups littering the surfaces, most already half-empty and most of the cups already looking used. At the back of the rec center, two ping pong tables were set up (both occupied) and a big-screen TV and two small blue couches were dominating the front area. In the center, a medium-sized boombox was playing random club hits at a decibel Taemin knew was going to give him a headache eventually. Jonghyun sprinted for the punch tables immediately while Key sauntered over to check out what was playing on the TV. Taemin stood still for a second, stranded, but the beat of the music eventually drew his attention and he tentatively began making his way toward the small crowd of dancers.
The dance floor wasn't quite large enough for any overly fancy maneuvers, but that didn't seem to be dissuading any of the people who'd ended up crowded together, moving carefully so as not to knock anyone in the face with any errant flying elbows. Most of the dancers were girls whose repertoire didn't seem to extend beyond bumping and grinding, which disappointed Taemin, but there was one boy who had caught his eye almost immediately upon entering the rec center. The boy had long, platinum-blond hair pulled into a messy ponytail, thin hips flaring slightly at the waist, and large, light-brown eyes with long eyelashes. He was pretty. Taemin had to take a second to digest this information, unused to seeing males who looked quite like this boy did, and as he did the boy performed some kind of fluid rolling motion with his body that started with his narrow chest and ended with his feet. Taemin lost the rest of his thoughts after witnessing that.
A sudden hand clamping onto his shoulder startled him. Jonghyun peered at him over his cup of punch, grinning and tilting his head toward the dance floor.
"Did you want to get in there? You like dancing, right?"
Taemin's gaze slid back to the boy, who'd begun wiggling his hips in ways the girls were gawking openly at, envy written clearly across their features.
"I don't know...I'm not really digging their music. I'm just gonna get punch."
Jonghyun shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm gonna go see where Key went."
Taemin waved as the boy trotted off, turning to head to the punch table, sighing. He had a feeling that the rest of the evening was going to consist of him finding a quiet corner to watch people and wait until the other two had had their fill of interaction with the other students.
-
He was sitting with his chin resting in his now empty red Solo cup, eyes shut, nearly on the edge of drifting off to sleep despite the music, when the presence of another person flopping into the chair next to him jarred him upright. Instead of Jonghyun or Key coming to give him a lecture for being too much of a wallflower, though, Taemin found himself face-to-face with the blond boy he'd been watching dance earlier. He blinked dumbly at his smiling face for a moment, unsure whether he was actually awake or not, until the boy spoke up.
"I saw you sitting here, all alone. Thought I should come keep you company," he smiled, winking.
His voice was light, a slightly higher register than Taemin's own, but also smooth and disarming enough for Taemin to give a tentative smile back.
"Oh, no, I'm here with my friends. They're just...somewhere else right now." Taemin turned automatically to try to locate Jonghyun and Key, spotting them and pointing them out. "There. Yeah. I don't know, I just wanted to sit."
He was aware that he was babbling like an idiot, but the boy didn't seem to mind it, his smile only getting even brighter.
"I'm Lee Sungjong," he said, holding his hand out.
Taemin glanced down at his hand, noticing how soft it looked, how clean and well-groomed his nails were, before taking it and shaking.
"Uh, Lee Taemin. I'm a freshman."
Sungjong gasped softly, pearly white teeth peeking out from behind his lips. "I'm a freshman, too! Maybe we'll have some classes together."
"Maybe," Taemin returned uneasily. If he had Sungjong as a classmate, he thought, he wasn't going to be able to pay a whole lot of attention to his professor.
"Taemin!" Both of them looked up as Jonghyun jogged over to them, waving. "We're taking off. This party blows."
Taemin found himself caught in the same grip he'd been pulled to the rec center with, Jonghyun nodding and smiling once at Sungjong as he started dragging Taemin away, barely affording him enough time to bid the boy goodbye. He thought that would be the last he'd ever get to see of him, disappointment clouding his expression the whole way back to the dormitories.
-
Though he was not aware of ever having had any problems with his eyesight, Taemin still had to wonder how the hell he could have possibly missed seeing someone like Sungjong in any of his classes before. When he showed up to his Intro to Psych class the following Monday morning, dragging his feet and barely even fully aware of his surroundings, a familiar bright ponytail caught his eye in the middle of the classroom. He faltered while he was going up the steps and caught himself on the railing just in time to avoid faceplanting in front of the entire room. Taemin nodded his head frantically as his professor asked whether he was alright, cheeks heating up as the weight of a hundred gazes fell on him, one in particular turning just as brilliant and amused as when he had stumbled over his words at the rec center.
Over the next couple of weeks, although Taemin always made an effort to sit as far away from Sungjong as possible, the blond somehow ended up gravitating closer and closer to him until one Friday he found himself sitting right next to the other boy, legs tense and tapping a rhythm against the cold floor with one foot as he stared holes into the projection screen. Every once in a while, he'd feel the weight of a gaze looking over at the side of his face in the dark and he would grip his pencil that much tighter, fighting off the urge to look back. He nearly jumped out of his seat when Sungjong suddenly leaned in to whisper into his ear.
"Taemin."
He took a quick, steadying breath before he inclined his head, still staring at the words on his professor's messy power point slide. "What?"
"What are you doing this weekend?"
Taemin did glance over that time despite himself, his surprise and confusion badly hidden. "Nothing. Why?"
Sungjong was staring right back at him, the light of the projector glinting off of his eyes as he smiled. "There's a test next week. Want to study together?"
His breath caught in his throat for a second, mind reeling with the idea of spending time alone with him over the weekend. He was just nodding his head when Sungjong quickly slid his notebook closer, purple pen jotting a number down on the corner of the page. He watched as he tore the corner off and slid it over.
"My dorm room number," Sungjong whispered, mouth quirking up. "Come over tomorrow afternoon."
Taemin stared at him blankly, still feeling a little stunned, and then the lights were coming on and people were packing up to leave class. Sungjong shut his notebook and slid it into his backpack, zipping it shut and shouldering it as he stood. He looked at Taemin again.
"I'll be waiting," he grinned, tilting his head playfully.
Taemin nodded as he watched the blond leave, a slight swing to his thin hips, and he swallowed as he slowly began packing up, wondering how on earth he had even gotten to this point.
-
Sungjong's room looked like a tornado had ripped through and destroyed only half of the room. Sungjong's half was neat, a small bookshelf and his bed lining the wall, his laptop open and plugged in on his desk, which was currently littered with the pages of notes they were studying but had been clean and empty save for a few bags of chips beforehand. His roommate's side, on the other hand, had dirty piles of clothes around the unmade bed, a shelf full of figurines from various cartoons, a small black mini-fridge covered in random colorful alphabet magnets (they were spelling out "JONG WAS HER" at the moment, the last E apparently missing in action) and a dusty TV set with old-fashioned knobs on it that made it apparent the television was a hand-me-down from someone's parents.
Taemin had been reluctant to sit on Sungjong's bed at first, feeling uneasy at the idea, but after Sungjong had taken a seat at his desk and insisted several times there was nowhere else to sit and the floor was too dirty, Taemin eventually ended up sprawled out on it, resting back against a pillow propped up on the wall behind him.
They were going over Chapter Five: Sensation and Perception when a boy with bright reddish pink hair barged into the room, laughing loudly.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember. That was completely fucked up. Anyway, I'm down for tonight. Just let me get ready and I'll head over there in a few."
Taemin blinked at the boy, who was now kicking a pile of clothes away from the bed and plopping down on it, dropping his backpack at his feet as he shut his phone.
"This is my roommate, Dongwoo," Sungjong said, waving a hand dismissively. "Dongwoo, this is Taemin. He's in my psych class."
"Hey," Dongwoo greeted brightly, standing up to walk over and clap Taemin on the shoulder. "Good to meet you, bro."
"Yeah, hi," Taemin returned, a little overwhelmed by the boy's bombastic presence.
"Hey, Sunshine, I'm gonna meet the guys at the bowling alley. You and your friend should come." Dongwoo grinned at Taemin. "It's disco night!"
Taemin looked at Sungjong uncertainly. "Oh, we were studying, actually..."
Sungjong shrugged his shoulders, shutting his book. "We were almost done, anyway. And there's always tomorrow."
Taemin's eyes brightened considerably at the prospect of spending another day with Sungjong, teeth worrying his lip. "I've never been bowling."
"It's fun," Sungjong smiled. "I'm terrible at it, but I still like going."
"Yeah, you guys should totally come. It's gonna be awesome," Dongwoo clapped him on the shoulder again.
Taemin looked down at the notes on his lap for a moment, but closed his notebook and textbook, shifting to move off of the bed. "Sure. I'll go."
Sungjong grinned wider, eyes trailing over him briefly. "Then let's go."
"Disco Night" ended up amounting to the bowling alley shutting its lights off and turning various disco balls and moving neon lights on, bathing the building in pink, light green and blue as loud disco music flooded the room. Dongwoo's friends were all there when they arrived and they greeted Sungjong warmly before Taemin was introduced to each one in turn. They were all older, Taemin noticed, though all of them were still in college.
After they picked their bowling shoes and balls out, Taemin watched as the oldest boy, Sunggyu, added them to the roster on the screen. He typed in K E N Y A and then S U N S H I N E, turning to regard Taemin and ask him what to name him. He was about to respond with his real name when Sungjong called over his shoulder, "Romeo!"
Taemin turned around, arching an eyebrow, and Sungjong simply grinned back with a wink. Sunggyu chuckled, typing R O M E O, and then stood up to take the first turn. The boys were a little louder than Taemin was used to but as time went on, he came to grow comfortable with them, easily sitting back next to Sungjong as he watched them taunt each bowler, argue with each other and relay stories about their pasts. Dongwoo slung one arm over Sungjong's shoulder and the other over the boy they called L, who had barely spoken a word the whole time though the others assured him that was normal, as he told them about meeting Sungjong.
"I thought he was a girl at first, seriously," Dongwoo laughed, pulling away as Sungjong swiped at his arm. "I thought housing had made a huge mistake."
"He is kind of girly," Woohyun agreed, tilting his head to appraise the blond. "He's like...pretty?"
"He totally is," Dongwoo agreed, turning to reach over Sungjong and poke Taemin's knee. "Don't you think he's pretty?"
Taemin blinked at him, flabbergasted, and Sungjong brought a hand up to cover his smile, eyes dancing with laughter.
"I- yeah, he's...he's really pretty," Taemin agreed, looking up at the TV screen to avoid their eyes. His cheeks heated slightly when he felt Sungjong staring at him.
"Yo, it's your turn, Sunshine," Dongwoo said, poking Sungjong in the side. Sungjong got up, resting a hand on Taemin's leg as he pushed himself up, making Taemin twitch.
Dongwoo slid closer to fill the gap he'd left, leaning in conspiratorially. "Don't worry, he secretly really likes being called pretty," he confided, smirking. Taemin smiled back and leaned over to watch Sungjong take his turn, managing to knock a few pins down and earning loud whoops and applause from the other boys.
Finally, it was his turn, and Taemin went up to grab his bowling ball with unsure fingers, staring down the lane as the pins were set back up by the machine. He tried to remember how the others had stood, how they had guided the ball down the lane to where they wanted it. Sungjong's voice behind him made him turn suddenly.
"You have to step to the side," Sungjong said, acting out his words, "and then keep your arm straight when you pull it back. Then, when you let it go-" he stepped forward to grasp Taemin's wrist gently, his skin tingling under the warm, soft fingertips, stepping up to Taemin's back and speaking over his shoulder, "tilt your wrist like this so it'll curve to the center."
Taemin watched as Sungjong moved his wrist, imitating how he should throw, and he tried not to concentrate too hard on the soft puffs of breath hitting the exposed skin of his neck. When Sungjong stepped back, he suddenly felt colder, having to force himself to focus on the task at hand again. Carefully, he took a few steps up toward the right, keeping his arm straight as he drew it back and then rolled it forward, tilting his wrist at the end upon letting go. He watched in anticipation as the ball dropped heavily and rolled steadily down the right side of the lane, waiting for it to turn. His face fell in disappointment when it hopped over the edge and slid down the gutter. A chorus of "awww"'s sounded behind him and he heard Sungjong's light laugh.
"Try again," the blond encouraged.
Taemin sighed as he waited for the bowling ball to return. On his second try, he managed to knock all but two of the pins down and the room seemed to erupt with the loud, happy yells of the boys watching him. Taemin laughed as he walked back to take his seat, Sungjong telling him, "I knew you could do it," his hand feeling hotter than ever as it rubbed at the small of his back in congratulations.
-
The psychology test came and went, and Taemin breathed a long sigh of relief when grades were handed out and he saw that he'd gotten an A. Sungjong slid up beside him, shaking his own bright red A and smiling that brilliant smile.
"It really is easier to study when you're with a study buddy," Sungjong said, stuffing the paper into his backpack. "Celebration time?"
"What were you thinking of doing?" Taemin asked, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
"Oh, I don't know. I thought maybe we could go see a movie or something."
Taemin nodded slowly. "Like, just you and me?"
The blond shrugged, reaching a hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "If you want. I mean, I guess I could see what Dongwoo and the others are up to..."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind," Taemin clarified quickly, feeling his face warm up.
Sungjong grinned and looked him over the way he sometimes did in the middle of conversation, eyes trailing down and back up. "Let's head back to the dorms. I need to get ready."
The two split up upon getting to the dormitories, agreeing to meet up downstairs in the parking lot once they were ready. Taemin walked around and around his room, changing into a nicer shirt and fresh dark-washed jeans.
"Minho," he called once he stepped out of the bathroom, turning to look at his roommate, who was typing away at his laptop and humming in acknowledgement. "Minho, do you have cologne or something?"
Minho turned in his chair, eyebrows raised. Taemin tried not to feel insulted by his surprise.
"The bathroom cabinet," he said, pointing a long, knobby finger.
Taemin went to the bathroom, searching around until he found the cologne, spraying himself and immediately coughing at the strong musk. He hoped that Sungjong was fond of strong-smelling, manly colognes.
"You have a date?" Minho asked.
Taemin looked at him, frowning. He wasn't exactly sure how to answer...did he? They were probably just going as friends, right? Even though Sungjong obviously tried to flirt with him...or was the boy just overly friendly like that with everyone? Taemin shrugged at Minho's questioning gaze. "I don't know. Maybe. I guess."
Minho chuckled. "Don't be nervous."
"Yeah," Taemin mumbled, patting his jeans to make sure his wallet was there as his other hand fixed his hair.
He headed out of his room after double-checking his pockets, shoes squeaking as he walked down the hallway to the stairs. He wondered what Sungjong was wearing and hoped the boy had said he needed to get ready because he was going to dress up, otherwise Taemin was going to feel awfully silly for making such a big deal out of their movie date. He heard the faint sounds of people yelling as he made his way down the stairs, distracted by the thoughts churning around in his brain, and as he opened the door to the dormitories and stepped out, looking up to survey the parking lot, his eyes locked immediately on a group of boys standing further down on the sidewalk, being loud and disruptive as they shoved something around in the middle of their circle.
Taemin's eyes widened when he heard the unmistakable sound of Sungjong's voice yelling out from that direction, immediately breaking into a run when he realized what was happening. Taemin started yelling as he drew closer and the group of boys broke up and started running away, leaving the object of their attention laying on the sidewalk in a heap of limbs. He wanted to keep running, to go after the boys and keep chasing them until he'd hunted them all down, but the sight of Sungjong crumpled up made him stop in his tracks, dropping to his knees as he rolled the boy over onto his back.
Sungjong's lip and nose were bleeding, his ponytail had come half-undone and his light hair was sticking out everywhere. He cringed as Taemin helped him to sit up on the sidewalk, holding his ribs.
"This was," Sungjong began, reaching up to finger where his shirt had gotten stained with blood, "this was my favorite shirt."
Taemin had started breathing more heavily at some point, eyes running over the blond as he assessed him. "It'll wash out. Are you alright?"
Sungjong nodded, looking up at him with a wry grin. "They got a few hits in, but I'll be alright. My ribs got the worst of it, I think."
He winced as he tried to stand, Taemin wrapping Sungjong's arm over his shoulders and his own arm around Sungjong's waist.
"What the fuck happened?" Taemin demanded.
Sungjong shook his head as they started walking toward the dormitory building slowly. "They just came up and started calling me names. I don't even know where they came from. All I heard was, 'Hey, faggot!' and then they were surrounding me."
Taemin's eyebrows scrunched together as he listened, jaw clenching as his fingers tightened slightly around Sungjong.
"Let's just get you cleaned up," Taemin said lowly, trying to control the tremble of anger in his voice and failing.
Dongwoo was nowhere to be found when they finally got to Sungjong's room, Taemin sitting him down on his bed gingerly as he went to grab the first aid kit Sungjong had said was under the sink. Taemin sat on the bed in front of him, carefully helping to clean the wounds on his face. Sungjong pulled his shirt off so that they could try to wrap his ribs up until he could see a doctor, Taemin taking care not to press into him more than was absolutely necessary. His eyes darkened more with every light hiss of pain, fingers trembling, head rushing with the desire to unleash the rage eating at his gut.
Sungjong sighed loudly when they finished fixing him up, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Taemin's shoulder lightly. Taemin let his eyes flutter closed, his hand automatically coming up to rest on Sungjong's bare shoulder, thumb brushing over his skin. Sungjong inhaled and then laughed into his shoulder, sitting up with a wrinkled nose.
"Taemin, you smell terrible. What is this?"
Taemin snorted. "My roommate's cologne."
"I hate it," Sungjong laughed again, breaking into the soft smile he always wore around him.
Taemin returned the smile automatically before it crumbled into a frown once again.
"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner."
"Hey, there was no way you could have known. I'm glad you showed up before things could get any worse."
Sungjong patted his hand and Taemin immediately turned his palm up to grab him. The other boy looked at him, expression smoothing from confusion into a steady, calm gaze.
"You look good," Sungjong breathed.
Taemin swallowed. "So do you."
They stared at each other for a moment, and then Taemin was leaning in carefully, eyes zeroing in on his mouth, Sungjong automatically letting his own eyes fall shut with a soft, quick inhale. Taemin pressed his lips lightly to the corner of Sungjong's mouth that wasn't hurt, making sure not to apply too much pressure, barely a soft brush of his lips. Sungjong parted his lips automatically, spurring Taemin into pressing against him more fully. The blond lifted an arm to press his hand into the back of Taemin's head, keeping him there, and Taemin scooted forward on the bed, resting his hand on Sungjong's knee and tilting his head into the kiss. When Taemin moved his lips a little too eagerly and drew a pained gasp from Sungjong, he froze up and pulled away, whispering an apology.
Sungjong followed his movement, shaking his head, stroking his fingers through Taemin's hair. "It's fine, it's okay, it's okay," he breathed softly, brushing his thumbs over the sides of Taemin's neck. Taemin stared into his eyes, brow still furrowed, and Sungjong smiled as he lifted a hand to smooth his fingers over his forehead, urging him to relax.
"It was a date, wasn't it?" Taemin asked quietly. "Tonight was a date."
Sungjong smirked and shrugged one shoulder. "It was for me."
Taemin took a deep breath. "I'm glad."
The other boy nodded in agreement, breathing in deeply, and then he collapsed into giggles again, holding his tender ribs.
"Seriously, you need to, like, throw that crap out while your roommate is gone. For his own good. He'll never get laid like this."
-
Taemin and Sungjong had decided to try keeping things slow and steady, waiting for his ribs to heal completely before they tried going out anywhere together again. Most of their time spent together was spent reading chapters of their psychology textbook out loud to each other, jotting down notes and quizzing each other on the chapters. Taemin was pretty sure he was going to end up with an A in the class at the rate they were going, spouting out random psychological terms during normal conversations with his friends that had Key smacking his arm in annoyance every time he interrupted them.
The doctor eventually cleared Sungjong for any kind of activity he felt up for and the blond waltzed into his room that same afternoon, proclaiming his freedom as he raised his arms into the air triumphantly. Taemin watched him with a smile, rolling onto his stomach on his bed.
"What do you want to do now?" he asked, the novel he'd been busy reading for a literature class completely forgotten for the moment.
"Hmm," Sungjong hummed, sitting next to him on the bed. "What do I want to do, what do I want to do? Well...how about we go grab something to eat first? I'm starving."
Taemin shut his book and threw it onto his desk, pushing himself up. "Food it is."
They decided to grab a burger, their choices being limited due to the lifestyle of the typical poor college student. Taemin brought the tray of food to their table and set it between them, getting ready to dig in. Although he was quite thin and bony, the truth was that Taemin could pack food away like nobody's business when he was really hungry, going for the double combos and the large fries. While he powered through his meal, however, Sungjong seemed to be somewhat of a slow eater, savoring each morsel as if it might be the last piece of food left on earth. This wouldn't have bothered Taemin if Sungjong were anyone else, really, but the way Sungjong was taking each fry and slowly pushing it into his mouth, lips pursed, tongue brushing out to get all of the salt off of it before he started chewing, was doing strange things to his appetite, and not necessarily his appetite for food.
"Do you have to eat like that?" Taemin asked after Sungjong took a bite of his burger and actually made a soft, pleased moaning noise.
"Eat like what?" Sungjong asked innocently, wrapping his pink, wet lips around his straw as he stared back at Taemin.
Taemin's fingers clenched into his cheeseburger. "Like...like you're...I don't know, fucking your food."
Sungjong coughed, setting his drink down and hiding the huge grin on his face behind his hand. "Excuse me?"
"God, you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" Taemin asked miserably.
"It just tastes so good," Sungjong smirked, licking his lips.
Taemin honestly wondered sometimes what he might have done in a past life to deserve some of the things he found himself dealing with.
-
Sometimes, Taemin really fucking loved the fact that his roommate was a creeper obsessed with spending most of his time going out with older men to party and play sports and do lots of "manly" things that usually required lots of physical contact. He loved it because that meant he had the room to himself for most likely the whole day and night, free to crank his music up or read a book in peace and quiet or watch his guilty pleasure TV shows or masturbate or, in this case, shove his awful tease of a pseudo-boyfriend down on his bed to punish him for being a very, very, very bad boy.
Sungjong surged up against him, making a low noise into his mouth as he wrapped his arms and legs around him, kissing him frantically, pawing at the back of his shirt. Taemin's head was spinning as he pulled his shirt off quickly, pushing back down against Sungjong and pressing his tongue as far into his mouth as he could. He pulled back after he started getting lightheaded and feeling in dire need of oxygen.
"You," he panted against Sungjong's lips, jaw clenching, "are such a dick."
They had had to leave the restaurant rather quickly when Sungjong had started "cleaning" his fingers for him - in public - toward the end of their meal. Taemin hadn't been able to get him into his car and back to the dorms fast enough. So much for keeping things slow and steady.
Sungjong simply nodded in agreement, fingers rushing to get Taemin's belt off, and Taemin growled lowly as he practically ripped the shirt from Sungjong's back. As soon as they both got their pants down far enough, Taemin was arching over him, the white-beaded rosary he'd worn every day since he was in junior high hanging down to dangle over Sungjong's throat, pressing his hips down against him over and over as Sungjong rolled his body much like Taemin had watched him do it in the recreation center while he was dancing. The blond groaned, mouth falling open as his eyes scrunched up and his fingers dug into Taemin's back, legs spreading further so he could push himself up more easily. Taemin grabbed his thighs, digging blunt fingernails into the milky pale skin, and kneaded the flesh under his palms.
Sungjong bucked up hard once, moving to flip them over and straddling Taemin's lap, fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers. Taemin lifted his hips obediently with a quiet sound when Sungjong yanked them down and off, watching as he crawled back up his legs, wild hair falling out of his ponytail and trailing over his sensitive skin. Taemin moved up onto his elbows and reached to brush his hair back out of his face, panting as he watched Sungjong press light kisses to his knees and up the rest of his legs. His breathing stuttered when Sungjong reached the apex of his thighs, the blond's light eyes looking up at him and meeting his gaze.
"I've wanted this since I caught you watching me dance at that stupid mixer," Sungjong admitted, and Taemin groaned both at the embarrassment he felt at the words and at the feeling of the boy's hot breath washing over his erection.
Sungjong quirked his mouth into a grin and lowered his eyes once again, concentrating as he started licking long strokes up and down the sides of his cock, carefully wrapping a hand around the base to keep it steady. Taemin dropped his head back onto the bed with a soft moan, covering his hot face with his hands. Sungjong kept up the light teasing for a while, until Taemin started rolling his hips up impatiently, and then he chuckled to himself and immediately slid down on his cock, mouth wrapping tight and tongue pressing hard into the underside. Taemin made a choked noise into his hands, fingers digging into his eyes, hips trembling with the effort it took not to buck up into the wet heat. Sungjong slid his mouth up and down, keeping the pressure tight but not too much, breathing steadily through his nose as he worked Taemin up into a toe-curling, spine-arching plateau of pleasure.
Sungjong sat up quickly when he felt Taemin starting to get tense, ignoring the groan of protest as he crawled back up the other boy's body.
"What do you use to jack off?" Sungjong asked breathily, running his hands up and down Taemin's chest.
Taemin had to think about the question, mind still lost in a sexual haze, but then he pointed at the top drawer of his desk and Sungjong hopped off of him to wrench the drawer open, grabbing the bottle of lotion.
Sungjong squinted at the label for a second, frowning, and then shrugged as he crawled back into the bed, mumbling, "This'll have to do."
Taemin was about to ask what he meant when Sungjong popped the cap and squirted some onto his fingers and it dawned on Taemin what he was preparing to do.
"Wait," Taemin gasped, holding onto Sungjong's waist. "Are you sure?"
Sungjong looked down at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you?"
"Well, yeah," Taemin nodded, biting his lip as his neglected cock gave a throb at just the prospect of getting to do what Sungjong was asking about. "Yeah, I'm okay with it."
Sungjong nodded shortly and moved up onto his knees, reaching behind himself. Taemin's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull as he watched the blond with bated breath, observing silently as his face went from slight discomfort to mild interest to the same screwed-up, open-mouthed, panting expression from earlier. Taemin started running his hands up and down his sides and legs when Sungjong began moving up and down above him, head thrown back, chest heaving with quick breaths.
"Mmm," Sungjong eventually moaned, hand reappearing to rest on Taemin's stomach, slick. "I'm ready."
Taemin moaned when Sungjong spread the lotion over his cock with quick, firm strokes, angling himself above him and balancing on his knees. Their eyes met for a brief, breathless moment, and then Sungjong was lowering himself and Taemin was stuck trying not to slam his hips up into the impossibly tight heat that was enveloping him inch by slow, torturous inch. Sungjong gasped softly when he finally seated himself fully against Taemin's hips, moving his hips in a slow circle experimentally and making Taemin's eyes roll back in his head.
Things got heated very quickly afterward, and soon Taemin was grabbing Sungjong by the hips hard, pulling him down into each of his desperate thrusts upwards, hoping against hope that his dorm neighbors weren't listening in on every loud, shuddering moan Sungjong was letting out as his beautiful neck stretched, eyes shut tight, wrecked ponytail bouncing along with his body as he rode himself into a fierce orgasm. Taemin only needed two more slams of his hips up into that tight, gorgeous body before he was tensing up, suspending them both in the air for a moment before his hips crashed back down under Sungjong's weight, his breath coming harsh as it struggled to fill his starved, aching lungs. His hips twitched as he continued filling Sungjong up, Taemin pressing his face into his pillow with a hiss as Sungjong kept circling his hips slowly, grinning softly as he watched Taemin ride it out.
Taemin stopped him with a hand on his stomach and Sungjong pushed himself up onto trembling knees to move off of Taemin's lap, collapsing next to him in bed. Taemin immediately wrapped an arm around him, brushing his messy hair back off of his face. Sungjong smiled and pressed his full lips to Taemin's, no longer having to worry one bit about any injuries on his face. Taemin kissed him slowly, tiredly, and carefully drew his blanket up and over their bodies, smirking.
He hoped that Minho wasn't coming home too early the next morning, because otherwise he was going to get quite a shock.
Pairing: Taemin (SHINee)/Sungjong (Infinite)
Rating: NC-17
WC: 6047
Their meeting was an act of fate, or so Sungjong would say. If Taemin had not attended the Rowdy Wednesdays Fruit Punch Social at his university's recreation center, which he hadn't been planning on going to in the first place, they could have missed each other and he would never have been in the situation he found himself in. As chance would have it, however, he'd ended up dragged to the event by his thin, bony wrist by Kim Jonghyun, a junior for his second year in a row and one of the few people Taemin actually knew by name so far.
"You'll never meet anyone here by just staying in your room the whole time," Jonghyun was arguing, still tugging him along although Taemin was perfectly capable of walking himself to the recreational facility. Taemin was about to reply that he had been studying in his room when the older boy had barged in but he cut himself short when another boy materialized over his right shoulder, walking alongside them.
"Jesus," Jonghyun jumped, letting Taemin go immediately. "Fuck, Key, where did you come from?"
"I've been here," Key replied with a roll of his eyes. He spared a smile for Taemin, patting his shoulder once. "I'm glad you came. You're too anti-social for your own good."
Taemin bristled slightly at the accusation, pouting his lower lip, but he let the comment slide because Key was often overly attentive to him, sometimes in an almost motherly way, and he'd learned to accept his criticisms with a wry grin. Key grabbed his other wrist then and they started off again, and Taemin felt very much like a piece of luggage being traded off but the rec center was only a few yards away and he was starting to feel that antsy feeling of anticipation before the entrance into a party.
He ended up feeling a little underwhelmed after they'd gone in and the "Rowdy" social ended up being about as hopping as a weekday bingo night. There were several wooden tables set up around the area with punch bowls and plastic Solo cups littering the surfaces, most already half-empty and most of the cups already looking used. At the back of the rec center, two ping pong tables were set up (both occupied) and a big-screen TV and two small blue couches were dominating the front area. In the center, a medium-sized boombox was playing random club hits at a decibel Taemin knew was going to give him a headache eventually. Jonghyun sprinted for the punch tables immediately while Key sauntered over to check out what was playing on the TV. Taemin stood still for a second, stranded, but the beat of the music eventually drew his attention and he tentatively began making his way toward the small crowd of dancers.
The dance floor wasn't quite large enough for any overly fancy maneuvers, but that didn't seem to be dissuading any of the people who'd ended up crowded together, moving carefully so as not to knock anyone in the face with any errant flying elbows. Most of the dancers were girls whose repertoire didn't seem to extend beyond bumping and grinding, which disappointed Taemin, but there was one boy who had caught his eye almost immediately upon entering the rec center. The boy had long, platinum-blond hair pulled into a messy ponytail, thin hips flaring slightly at the waist, and large, light-brown eyes with long eyelashes. He was pretty. Taemin had to take a second to digest this information, unused to seeing males who looked quite like this boy did, and as he did the boy performed some kind of fluid rolling motion with his body that started with his narrow chest and ended with his feet. Taemin lost the rest of his thoughts after witnessing that.
A sudden hand clamping onto his shoulder startled him. Jonghyun peered at him over his cup of punch, grinning and tilting his head toward the dance floor.
"Did you want to get in there? You like dancing, right?"
Taemin's gaze slid back to the boy, who'd begun wiggling his hips in ways the girls were gawking openly at, envy written clearly across their features.
"I don't know...I'm not really digging their music. I'm just gonna get punch."
Jonghyun shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm gonna go see where Key went."
Taemin waved as the boy trotted off, turning to head to the punch table, sighing. He had a feeling that the rest of the evening was going to consist of him finding a quiet corner to watch people and wait until the other two had had their fill of interaction with the other students.
-
He was sitting with his chin resting in his now empty red Solo cup, eyes shut, nearly on the edge of drifting off to sleep despite the music, when the presence of another person flopping into the chair next to him jarred him upright. Instead of Jonghyun or Key coming to give him a lecture for being too much of a wallflower, though, Taemin found himself face-to-face with the blond boy he'd been watching dance earlier. He blinked dumbly at his smiling face for a moment, unsure whether he was actually awake or not, until the boy spoke up.
"I saw you sitting here, all alone. Thought I should come keep you company," he smiled, winking.
His voice was light, a slightly higher register than Taemin's own, but also smooth and disarming enough for Taemin to give a tentative smile back.
"Oh, no, I'm here with my friends. They're just...somewhere else right now." Taemin turned automatically to try to locate Jonghyun and Key, spotting them and pointing them out. "There. Yeah. I don't know, I just wanted to sit."
He was aware that he was babbling like an idiot, but the boy didn't seem to mind it, his smile only getting even brighter.
"I'm Lee Sungjong," he said, holding his hand out.
Taemin glanced down at his hand, noticing how soft it looked, how clean and well-groomed his nails were, before taking it and shaking.
"Uh, Lee Taemin. I'm a freshman."
Sungjong gasped softly, pearly white teeth peeking out from behind his lips. "I'm a freshman, too! Maybe we'll have some classes together."
"Maybe," Taemin returned uneasily. If he had Sungjong as a classmate, he thought, he wasn't going to be able to pay a whole lot of attention to his professor.
"Taemin!" Both of them looked up as Jonghyun jogged over to them, waving. "We're taking off. This party blows."
Taemin found himself caught in the same grip he'd been pulled to the rec center with, Jonghyun nodding and smiling once at Sungjong as he started dragging Taemin away, barely affording him enough time to bid the boy goodbye. He thought that would be the last he'd ever get to see of him, disappointment clouding his expression the whole way back to the dormitories.
-
Though he was not aware of ever having had any problems with his eyesight, Taemin still had to wonder how the hell he could have possibly missed seeing someone like Sungjong in any of his classes before. When he showed up to his Intro to Psych class the following Monday morning, dragging his feet and barely even fully aware of his surroundings, a familiar bright ponytail caught his eye in the middle of the classroom. He faltered while he was going up the steps and caught himself on the railing just in time to avoid faceplanting in front of the entire room. Taemin nodded his head frantically as his professor asked whether he was alright, cheeks heating up as the weight of a hundred gazes fell on him, one in particular turning just as brilliant and amused as when he had stumbled over his words at the rec center.
Over the next couple of weeks, although Taemin always made an effort to sit as far away from Sungjong as possible, the blond somehow ended up gravitating closer and closer to him until one Friday he found himself sitting right next to the other boy, legs tense and tapping a rhythm against the cold floor with one foot as he stared holes into the projection screen. Every once in a while, he'd feel the weight of a gaze looking over at the side of his face in the dark and he would grip his pencil that much tighter, fighting off the urge to look back. He nearly jumped out of his seat when Sungjong suddenly leaned in to whisper into his ear.
"Taemin."
He took a quick, steadying breath before he inclined his head, still staring at the words on his professor's messy power point slide. "What?"
"What are you doing this weekend?"
Taemin did glance over that time despite himself, his surprise and confusion badly hidden. "Nothing. Why?"
Sungjong was staring right back at him, the light of the projector glinting off of his eyes as he smiled. "There's a test next week. Want to study together?"
His breath caught in his throat for a second, mind reeling with the idea of spending time alone with him over the weekend. He was just nodding his head when Sungjong quickly slid his notebook closer, purple pen jotting a number down on the corner of the page. He watched as he tore the corner off and slid it over.
"My dorm room number," Sungjong whispered, mouth quirking up. "Come over tomorrow afternoon."
Taemin stared at him blankly, still feeling a little stunned, and then the lights were coming on and people were packing up to leave class. Sungjong shut his notebook and slid it into his backpack, zipping it shut and shouldering it as he stood. He looked at Taemin again.
"I'll be waiting," he grinned, tilting his head playfully.
Taemin nodded as he watched the blond leave, a slight swing to his thin hips, and he swallowed as he slowly began packing up, wondering how on earth he had even gotten to this point.
-
Sungjong's room looked like a tornado had ripped through and destroyed only half of the room. Sungjong's half was neat, a small bookshelf and his bed lining the wall, his laptop open and plugged in on his desk, which was currently littered with the pages of notes they were studying but had been clean and empty save for a few bags of chips beforehand. His roommate's side, on the other hand, had dirty piles of clothes around the unmade bed, a shelf full of figurines from various cartoons, a small black mini-fridge covered in random colorful alphabet magnets (they were spelling out "JONG WAS HER" at the moment, the last E apparently missing in action) and a dusty TV set with old-fashioned knobs on it that made it apparent the television was a hand-me-down from someone's parents.
Taemin had been reluctant to sit on Sungjong's bed at first, feeling uneasy at the idea, but after Sungjong had taken a seat at his desk and insisted several times there was nowhere else to sit and the floor was too dirty, Taemin eventually ended up sprawled out on it, resting back against a pillow propped up on the wall behind him.
They were going over Chapter Five: Sensation and Perception when a boy with bright reddish pink hair barged into the room, laughing loudly.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember. That was completely fucked up. Anyway, I'm down for tonight. Just let me get ready and I'll head over there in a few."
Taemin blinked at the boy, who was now kicking a pile of clothes away from the bed and plopping down on it, dropping his backpack at his feet as he shut his phone.
"This is my roommate, Dongwoo," Sungjong said, waving a hand dismissively. "Dongwoo, this is Taemin. He's in my psych class."
"Hey," Dongwoo greeted brightly, standing up to walk over and clap Taemin on the shoulder. "Good to meet you, bro."
"Yeah, hi," Taemin returned, a little overwhelmed by the boy's bombastic presence.
"Hey, Sunshine, I'm gonna meet the guys at the bowling alley. You and your friend should come." Dongwoo grinned at Taemin. "It's disco night!"
Taemin looked at Sungjong uncertainly. "Oh, we were studying, actually..."
Sungjong shrugged his shoulders, shutting his book. "We were almost done, anyway. And there's always tomorrow."
Taemin's eyes brightened considerably at the prospect of spending another day with Sungjong, teeth worrying his lip. "I've never been bowling."
"It's fun," Sungjong smiled. "I'm terrible at it, but I still like going."
"Yeah, you guys should totally come. It's gonna be awesome," Dongwoo clapped him on the shoulder again.
Taemin looked down at the notes on his lap for a moment, but closed his notebook and textbook, shifting to move off of the bed. "Sure. I'll go."
Sungjong grinned wider, eyes trailing over him briefly. "Then let's go."
"Disco Night" ended up amounting to the bowling alley shutting its lights off and turning various disco balls and moving neon lights on, bathing the building in pink, light green and blue as loud disco music flooded the room. Dongwoo's friends were all there when they arrived and they greeted Sungjong warmly before Taemin was introduced to each one in turn. They were all older, Taemin noticed, though all of them were still in college.
After they picked their bowling shoes and balls out, Taemin watched as the oldest boy, Sunggyu, added them to the roster on the screen. He typed in K E N Y A and then S U N S H I N E, turning to regard Taemin and ask him what to name him. He was about to respond with his real name when Sungjong called over his shoulder, "Romeo!"
Taemin turned around, arching an eyebrow, and Sungjong simply grinned back with a wink. Sunggyu chuckled, typing R O M E O, and then stood up to take the first turn. The boys were a little louder than Taemin was used to but as time went on, he came to grow comfortable with them, easily sitting back next to Sungjong as he watched them taunt each bowler, argue with each other and relay stories about their pasts. Dongwoo slung one arm over Sungjong's shoulder and the other over the boy they called L, who had barely spoken a word the whole time though the others assured him that was normal, as he told them about meeting Sungjong.
"I thought he was a girl at first, seriously," Dongwoo laughed, pulling away as Sungjong swiped at his arm. "I thought housing had made a huge mistake."
"He is kind of girly," Woohyun agreed, tilting his head to appraise the blond. "He's like...pretty?"
"He totally is," Dongwoo agreed, turning to reach over Sungjong and poke Taemin's knee. "Don't you think he's pretty?"
Taemin blinked at him, flabbergasted, and Sungjong brought a hand up to cover his smile, eyes dancing with laughter.
"I- yeah, he's...he's really pretty," Taemin agreed, looking up at the TV screen to avoid their eyes. His cheeks heated slightly when he felt Sungjong staring at him.
"Yo, it's your turn, Sunshine," Dongwoo said, poking Sungjong in the side. Sungjong got up, resting a hand on Taemin's leg as he pushed himself up, making Taemin twitch.
Dongwoo slid closer to fill the gap he'd left, leaning in conspiratorially. "Don't worry, he secretly really likes being called pretty," he confided, smirking. Taemin smiled back and leaned over to watch Sungjong take his turn, managing to knock a few pins down and earning loud whoops and applause from the other boys.
Finally, it was his turn, and Taemin went up to grab his bowling ball with unsure fingers, staring down the lane as the pins were set back up by the machine. He tried to remember how the others had stood, how they had guided the ball down the lane to where they wanted it. Sungjong's voice behind him made him turn suddenly.
"You have to step to the side," Sungjong said, acting out his words, "and then keep your arm straight when you pull it back. Then, when you let it go-" he stepped forward to grasp Taemin's wrist gently, his skin tingling under the warm, soft fingertips, stepping up to Taemin's back and speaking over his shoulder, "tilt your wrist like this so it'll curve to the center."
Taemin watched as Sungjong moved his wrist, imitating how he should throw, and he tried not to concentrate too hard on the soft puffs of breath hitting the exposed skin of his neck. When Sungjong stepped back, he suddenly felt colder, having to force himself to focus on the task at hand again. Carefully, he took a few steps up toward the right, keeping his arm straight as he drew it back and then rolled it forward, tilting his wrist at the end upon letting go. He watched in anticipation as the ball dropped heavily and rolled steadily down the right side of the lane, waiting for it to turn. His face fell in disappointment when it hopped over the edge and slid down the gutter. A chorus of "awww"'s sounded behind him and he heard Sungjong's light laugh.
"Try again," the blond encouraged.
Taemin sighed as he waited for the bowling ball to return. On his second try, he managed to knock all but two of the pins down and the room seemed to erupt with the loud, happy yells of the boys watching him. Taemin laughed as he walked back to take his seat, Sungjong telling him, "I knew you could do it," his hand feeling hotter than ever as it rubbed at the small of his back in congratulations.
-
The psychology test came and went, and Taemin breathed a long sigh of relief when grades were handed out and he saw that he'd gotten an A. Sungjong slid up beside him, shaking his own bright red A and smiling that brilliant smile.
"It really is easier to study when you're with a study buddy," Sungjong said, stuffing the paper into his backpack. "Celebration time?"
"What were you thinking of doing?" Taemin asked, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
"Oh, I don't know. I thought maybe we could go see a movie or something."
Taemin nodded slowly. "Like, just you and me?"
The blond shrugged, reaching a hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "If you want. I mean, I guess I could see what Dongwoo and the others are up to..."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind," Taemin clarified quickly, feeling his face warm up.
Sungjong grinned and looked him over the way he sometimes did in the middle of conversation, eyes trailing down and back up. "Let's head back to the dorms. I need to get ready."
The two split up upon getting to the dormitories, agreeing to meet up downstairs in the parking lot once they were ready. Taemin walked around and around his room, changing into a nicer shirt and fresh dark-washed jeans.
"Minho," he called once he stepped out of the bathroom, turning to look at his roommate, who was typing away at his laptop and humming in acknowledgement. "Minho, do you have cologne or something?"
Minho turned in his chair, eyebrows raised. Taemin tried not to feel insulted by his surprise.
"The bathroom cabinet," he said, pointing a long, knobby finger.
Taemin went to the bathroom, searching around until he found the cologne, spraying himself and immediately coughing at the strong musk. He hoped that Sungjong was fond of strong-smelling, manly colognes.
"You have a date?" Minho asked.
Taemin looked at him, frowning. He wasn't exactly sure how to answer...did he? They were probably just going as friends, right? Even though Sungjong obviously tried to flirt with him...or was the boy just overly friendly like that with everyone? Taemin shrugged at Minho's questioning gaze. "I don't know. Maybe. I guess."
Minho chuckled. "Don't be nervous."
"Yeah," Taemin mumbled, patting his jeans to make sure his wallet was there as his other hand fixed his hair.
He headed out of his room after double-checking his pockets, shoes squeaking as he walked down the hallway to the stairs. He wondered what Sungjong was wearing and hoped the boy had said he needed to get ready because he was going to dress up, otherwise Taemin was going to feel awfully silly for making such a big deal out of their movie date. He heard the faint sounds of people yelling as he made his way down the stairs, distracted by the thoughts churning around in his brain, and as he opened the door to the dormitories and stepped out, looking up to survey the parking lot, his eyes locked immediately on a group of boys standing further down on the sidewalk, being loud and disruptive as they shoved something around in the middle of their circle.
Taemin's eyes widened when he heard the unmistakable sound of Sungjong's voice yelling out from that direction, immediately breaking into a run when he realized what was happening. Taemin started yelling as he drew closer and the group of boys broke up and started running away, leaving the object of their attention laying on the sidewalk in a heap of limbs. He wanted to keep running, to go after the boys and keep chasing them until he'd hunted them all down, but the sight of Sungjong crumpled up made him stop in his tracks, dropping to his knees as he rolled the boy over onto his back.
Sungjong's lip and nose were bleeding, his ponytail had come half-undone and his light hair was sticking out everywhere. He cringed as Taemin helped him to sit up on the sidewalk, holding his ribs.
"This was," Sungjong began, reaching up to finger where his shirt had gotten stained with blood, "this was my favorite shirt."
Taemin had started breathing more heavily at some point, eyes running over the blond as he assessed him. "It'll wash out. Are you alright?"
Sungjong nodded, looking up at him with a wry grin. "They got a few hits in, but I'll be alright. My ribs got the worst of it, I think."
He winced as he tried to stand, Taemin wrapping Sungjong's arm over his shoulders and his own arm around Sungjong's waist.
"What the fuck happened?" Taemin demanded.
Sungjong shook his head as they started walking toward the dormitory building slowly. "They just came up and started calling me names. I don't even know where they came from. All I heard was, 'Hey, faggot!' and then they were surrounding me."
Taemin's eyebrows scrunched together as he listened, jaw clenching as his fingers tightened slightly around Sungjong.
"Let's just get you cleaned up," Taemin said lowly, trying to control the tremble of anger in his voice and failing.
Dongwoo was nowhere to be found when they finally got to Sungjong's room, Taemin sitting him down on his bed gingerly as he went to grab the first aid kit Sungjong had said was under the sink. Taemin sat on the bed in front of him, carefully helping to clean the wounds on his face. Sungjong pulled his shirt off so that they could try to wrap his ribs up until he could see a doctor, Taemin taking care not to press into him more than was absolutely necessary. His eyes darkened more with every light hiss of pain, fingers trembling, head rushing with the desire to unleash the rage eating at his gut.
Sungjong sighed loudly when they finished fixing him up, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Taemin's shoulder lightly. Taemin let his eyes flutter closed, his hand automatically coming up to rest on Sungjong's bare shoulder, thumb brushing over his skin. Sungjong inhaled and then laughed into his shoulder, sitting up with a wrinkled nose.
"Taemin, you smell terrible. What is this?"
Taemin snorted. "My roommate's cologne."
"I hate it," Sungjong laughed again, breaking into the soft smile he always wore around him.
Taemin returned the smile automatically before it crumbled into a frown once again.
"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner."
"Hey, there was no way you could have known. I'm glad you showed up before things could get any worse."
Sungjong patted his hand and Taemin immediately turned his palm up to grab him. The other boy looked at him, expression smoothing from confusion into a steady, calm gaze.
"You look good," Sungjong breathed.
Taemin swallowed. "So do you."
They stared at each other for a moment, and then Taemin was leaning in carefully, eyes zeroing in on his mouth, Sungjong automatically letting his own eyes fall shut with a soft, quick inhale. Taemin pressed his lips lightly to the corner of Sungjong's mouth that wasn't hurt, making sure not to apply too much pressure, barely a soft brush of his lips. Sungjong parted his lips automatically, spurring Taemin into pressing against him more fully. The blond lifted an arm to press his hand into the back of Taemin's head, keeping him there, and Taemin scooted forward on the bed, resting his hand on Sungjong's knee and tilting his head into the kiss. When Taemin moved his lips a little too eagerly and drew a pained gasp from Sungjong, he froze up and pulled away, whispering an apology.
Sungjong followed his movement, shaking his head, stroking his fingers through Taemin's hair. "It's fine, it's okay, it's okay," he breathed softly, brushing his thumbs over the sides of Taemin's neck. Taemin stared into his eyes, brow still furrowed, and Sungjong smiled as he lifted a hand to smooth his fingers over his forehead, urging him to relax.
"It was a date, wasn't it?" Taemin asked quietly. "Tonight was a date."
Sungjong smirked and shrugged one shoulder. "It was for me."
Taemin took a deep breath. "I'm glad."
The other boy nodded in agreement, breathing in deeply, and then he collapsed into giggles again, holding his tender ribs.
"Seriously, you need to, like, throw that crap out while your roommate is gone. For his own good. He'll never get laid like this."
-
Taemin and Sungjong had decided to try keeping things slow and steady, waiting for his ribs to heal completely before they tried going out anywhere together again. Most of their time spent together was spent reading chapters of their psychology textbook out loud to each other, jotting down notes and quizzing each other on the chapters. Taemin was pretty sure he was going to end up with an A in the class at the rate they were going, spouting out random psychological terms during normal conversations with his friends that had Key smacking his arm in annoyance every time he interrupted them.
The doctor eventually cleared Sungjong for any kind of activity he felt up for and the blond waltzed into his room that same afternoon, proclaiming his freedom as he raised his arms into the air triumphantly. Taemin watched him with a smile, rolling onto his stomach on his bed.
"What do you want to do now?" he asked, the novel he'd been busy reading for a literature class completely forgotten for the moment.
"Hmm," Sungjong hummed, sitting next to him on the bed. "What do I want to do, what do I want to do? Well...how about we go grab something to eat first? I'm starving."
Taemin shut his book and threw it onto his desk, pushing himself up. "Food it is."
They decided to grab a burger, their choices being limited due to the lifestyle of the typical poor college student. Taemin brought the tray of food to their table and set it between them, getting ready to dig in. Although he was quite thin and bony, the truth was that Taemin could pack food away like nobody's business when he was really hungry, going for the double combos and the large fries. While he powered through his meal, however, Sungjong seemed to be somewhat of a slow eater, savoring each morsel as if it might be the last piece of food left on earth. This wouldn't have bothered Taemin if Sungjong were anyone else, really, but the way Sungjong was taking each fry and slowly pushing it into his mouth, lips pursed, tongue brushing out to get all of the salt off of it before he started chewing, was doing strange things to his appetite, and not necessarily his appetite for food.
"Do you have to eat like that?" Taemin asked after Sungjong took a bite of his burger and actually made a soft, pleased moaning noise.
"Eat like what?" Sungjong asked innocently, wrapping his pink, wet lips around his straw as he stared back at Taemin.
Taemin's fingers clenched into his cheeseburger. "Like...like you're...I don't know, fucking your food."
Sungjong coughed, setting his drink down and hiding the huge grin on his face behind his hand. "Excuse me?"
"God, you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" Taemin asked miserably.
"It just tastes so good," Sungjong smirked, licking his lips.
Taemin honestly wondered sometimes what he might have done in a past life to deserve some of the things he found himself dealing with.
-
Sometimes, Taemin really fucking loved the fact that his roommate was a creeper obsessed with spending most of his time going out with older men to party and play sports and do lots of "manly" things that usually required lots of physical contact. He loved it because that meant he had the room to himself for most likely the whole day and night, free to crank his music up or read a book in peace and quiet or watch his guilty pleasure TV shows or masturbate or, in this case, shove his awful tease of a pseudo-boyfriend down on his bed to punish him for being a very, very, very bad boy.
Sungjong surged up against him, making a low noise into his mouth as he wrapped his arms and legs around him, kissing him frantically, pawing at the back of his shirt. Taemin's head was spinning as he pulled his shirt off quickly, pushing back down against Sungjong and pressing his tongue as far into his mouth as he could. He pulled back after he started getting lightheaded and feeling in dire need of oxygen.
"You," he panted against Sungjong's lips, jaw clenching, "are such a dick."
They had had to leave the restaurant rather quickly when Sungjong had started "cleaning" his fingers for him - in public - toward the end of their meal. Taemin hadn't been able to get him into his car and back to the dorms fast enough. So much for keeping things slow and steady.
Sungjong simply nodded in agreement, fingers rushing to get Taemin's belt off, and Taemin growled lowly as he practically ripped the shirt from Sungjong's back. As soon as they both got their pants down far enough, Taemin was arching over him, the white-beaded rosary he'd worn every day since he was in junior high hanging down to dangle over Sungjong's throat, pressing his hips down against him over and over as Sungjong rolled his body much like Taemin had watched him do it in the recreation center while he was dancing. The blond groaned, mouth falling open as his eyes scrunched up and his fingers dug into Taemin's back, legs spreading further so he could push himself up more easily. Taemin grabbed his thighs, digging blunt fingernails into the milky pale skin, and kneaded the flesh under his palms.
Sungjong bucked up hard once, moving to flip them over and straddling Taemin's lap, fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers. Taemin lifted his hips obediently with a quiet sound when Sungjong yanked them down and off, watching as he crawled back up his legs, wild hair falling out of his ponytail and trailing over his sensitive skin. Taemin moved up onto his elbows and reached to brush his hair back out of his face, panting as he watched Sungjong press light kisses to his knees and up the rest of his legs. His breathing stuttered when Sungjong reached the apex of his thighs, the blond's light eyes looking up at him and meeting his gaze.
"I've wanted this since I caught you watching me dance at that stupid mixer," Sungjong admitted, and Taemin groaned both at the embarrassment he felt at the words and at the feeling of the boy's hot breath washing over his erection.
Sungjong quirked his mouth into a grin and lowered his eyes once again, concentrating as he started licking long strokes up and down the sides of his cock, carefully wrapping a hand around the base to keep it steady. Taemin dropped his head back onto the bed with a soft moan, covering his hot face with his hands. Sungjong kept up the light teasing for a while, until Taemin started rolling his hips up impatiently, and then he chuckled to himself and immediately slid down on his cock, mouth wrapping tight and tongue pressing hard into the underside. Taemin made a choked noise into his hands, fingers digging into his eyes, hips trembling with the effort it took not to buck up into the wet heat. Sungjong slid his mouth up and down, keeping the pressure tight but not too much, breathing steadily through his nose as he worked Taemin up into a toe-curling, spine-arching plateau of pleasure.
Sungjong sat up quickly when he felt Taemin starting to get tense, ignoring the groan of protest as he crawled back up the other boy's body.
"What do you use to jack off?" Sungjong asked breathily, running his hands up and down Taemin's chest.
Taemin had to think about the question, mind still lost in a sexual haze, but then he pointed at the top drawer of his desk and Sungjong hopped off of him to wrench the drawer open, grabbing the bottle of lotion.
Sungjong squinted at the label for a second, frowning, and then shrugged as he crawled back into the bed, mumbling, "This'll have to do."
Taemin was about to ask what he meant when Sungjong popped the cap and squirted some onto his fingers and it dawned on Taemin what he was preparing to do.
"Wait," Taemin gasped, holding onto Sungjong's waist. "Are you sure?"
Sungjong looked down at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you?"
"Well, yeah," Taemin nodded, biting his lip as his neglected cock gave a throb at just the prospect of getting to do what Sungjong was asking about. "Yeah, I'm okay with it."
Sungjong nodded shortly and moved up onto his knees, reaching behind himself. Taemin's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull as he watched the blond with bated breath, observing silently as his face went from slight discomfort to mild interest to the same screwed-up, open-mouthed, panting expression from earlier. Taemin started running his hands up and down his sides and legs when Sungjong began moving up and down above him, head thrown back, chest heaving with quick breaths.
"Mmm," Sungjong eventually moaned, hand reappearing to rest on Taemin's stomach, slick. "I'm ready."
Taemin moaned when Sungjong spread the lotion over his cock with quick, firm strokes, angling himself above him and balancing on his knees. Their eyes met for a brief, breathless moment, and then Sungjong was lowering himself and Taemin was stuck trying not to slam his hips up into the impossibly tight heat that was enveloping him inch by slow, torturous inch. Sungjong gasped softly when he finally seated himself fully against Taemin's hips, moving his hips in a slow circle experimentally and making Taemin's eyes roll back in his head.
Things got heated very quickly afterward, and soon Taemin was grabbing Sungjong by the hips hard, pulling him down into each of his desperate thrusts upwards, hoping against hope that his dorm neighbors weren't listening in on every loud, shuddering moan Sungjong was letting out as his beautiful neck stretched, eyes shut tight, wrecked ponytail bouncing along with his body as he rode himself into a fierce orgasm. Taemin only needed two more slams of his hips up into that tight, gorgeous body before he was tensing up, suspending them both in the air for a moment before his hips crashed back down under Sungjong's weight, his breath coming harsh as it struggled to fill his starved, aching lungs. His hips twitched as he continued filling Sungjong up, Taemin pressing his face into his pillow with a hiss as Sungjong kept circling his hips slowly, grinning softly as he watched Taemin ride it out.
Taemin stopped him with a hand on his stomach and Sungjong pushed himself up onto trembling knees to move off of Taemin's lap, collapsing next to him in bed. Taemin immediately wrapped an arm around him, brushing his messy hair back off of his face. Sungjong smiled and pressed his full lips to Taemin's, no longer having to worry one bit about any injuries on his face. Taemin kissed him slowly, tiredly, and carefully drew his blanket up and over their bodies, smirking.
He hoped that Minho wasn't coming home too early the next morning, because otherwise he was going to get quite a shock.