Tonight 9/? (Minho/Key)
Title: Tonight
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
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***
Minho awoke the next morning to an empty bed. He rolled over onto Key's side of the bed. When did Key get a 'side' of the bed? The sheets were cold but they still smelled like the older boy. Minho inhaled deeply, the movement of his stomach made a crinkling noise as his skin came in contact with something on top of the bed. He lifted himself up and pawed at the covers, his hand grasping around a small piece of paper. He flopped over onto his back as he brought the note into view. Key's perfect scrawl adorned the page.
First, stop pouting - only I look cute when I pout. Second I made muffins and left them on a plate in the kitchen for you - so don't forget to eat before you go to work. Third, I'm bringing someone over for dinner tonight. That means don't strip out of your suit and straight into your underwear like I know you usually do. Jeans and a t-shirt is fine. See you later.
♥K
Minho chuckled lowly. How did Key know him so well after only such a short time? His cheeks were tingling and he realized that he had been smiling like an idiot the entire time he was reading the note. He set the note down gently on his nightstand and rolled out of bed. He didn't bother to cover up as he padded into the kitchen. The scent of warm blueberries filled his nostrils as he entered the kitchen. Licking his lips, he closed in on the plate that held the muffins. He grabbed one off the top and bit in to it. He moaned around the bakery in his mouth; the center was still warm. He began to wonder if there was anything the Key couldn't do.
***
All day at work Minho was in a good mood. The random fuck ups in the tax department along with his incompetent co-workers did little to phase him. It wasn't until his father paid him a visit mid-afternoon that his mood was shattered.
"Minho!" His father barged into the room.
"Appa." Minho bowed as he addressed the irate man. "What can I do for you?"
His father scoffed as he threw a folder down on the desk, letting the paparazzi-style pictures inside spill out.
"You can tell me why SM agency got this Apple account and we didn't!" He raged as he poked a finger at the folder harshly.
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean." The startled boy replied calmly as he sifted through the photos.
"The account representative for Apple was in the club circuit all last week, letting off steam from this last minute shipping change. Where were you???"
"I don't underst-" Minho began but was cut off.
"Word has it SM Agency’s Changmin was in the clubs courting her and that's how they got the deal."
Minho swallowed down the rage he felt bubbling up in his chest and let his father continue.
"So where were you, huh? Probably off with that little faggot you picked up. You know they carry diseases. Do you even think??? God, Minho do you-"
Now it was Minho's turn to interrupt.
"So let me get this straight." He interjected smoothly; voice cold and tight.
"You give me hell for going to the clubs, but then you scold me when I don't go to benefit your agenda. Oh and let's not forget the part where you insinuated that my boyfriend was a disease-ridden...what was that word? Oh right, faggot. Well guess what appa? Your faggot son says FUCK YOU. I quit."
Minho strode past his stunned father with a spiteful skip in his step. He was already downstairs and halfway through the lobby before he realized what he said. Boyfriend. He had called Key his boyfriend. Well that, and he told his father to fuck off; but the boyfriend thing was most definitely the most shocking part of that interaction. As he got into his car he gave his shoulders a shake. There was no taking it back now; none of it.
***
Heavy footsteps took him inside of his loft. He had honestly planned on going straight to bed for a nap. Honestly. However he heard a familiar voice in the kitchen and couldn't resist. Key was hunched gracefully over a cookbook, muttering the ingredient list to himself. He slunk toward the smaller boy noiselessly; fingers itching to grip at the smooth flesh that his slouchy tank-top exposed. He was mere inches away when Key's hand flew out and swatted him away.
"Yah. No distracting me while I'm cooking. And why are you home so early anyway?" The diva scolded as his eyes stayed trained on the book.
"But you look so....distractible." Minho purred as he swooped down to nip at Key's shoulder.
"Stop that." Key moaned in failed protest as he leaned back against the taller boy.
He wrapped a hand behind Minho's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips molded against each other as tongues explored each others mouths lazily. Minho wound his other arm around Key's waist and pressed their bodies closer together. He rubbed his crotch against the shorter boy's ass sensually; letting his hand wander lower to cup Key through his jeans. A sharp bite to his lower lip made him recoil.
"I said NO DISTRACTIONS. And you never answered my question."
Minho licked at his lower lip and leaned his back against the counter. He ran a hand through his hair and then scrubbed it over his face.
"I quit my job."
Key dropped the spatula he'd just picked up and turned to face Minho fully.
"Are you ok?" The softness in his expression caused Minho's heart to skip a beat.
He pulled Key into his arms and kissed the top of his head. "More than ok."
Key nuzzled against the taller boy's chest, nosing along his throat and leaving butterfly kisses along his jaw. "I still meant what I said about distractions."
A laugh rumbled in Minho's chest, shaking the boy in his arms. "I get it."
"Ok." Key stated as he removed himself from the embrace slowly. "You go take a nice long shower. Dinner should be ready by the time you get done."
Minho nodded and gave his boyfriend one last chaste kiss on the lips; leaving him to make culinary magic.
***
The long, steamy shower really did make Minho feel much better. The tension that he was carrying in his shoulders melted away and he felt refreshed. After pulling on a pair of dark-wash skinnies and a red fitted T he walked back out into the kitchen. This time the scent of Italian food was in the air. As he got closer to the kitchen he realized Key was talking to another person. He assumed it was the aforementioned mystery dinner guest. He was kind of startled when he took in the visitor's appearance. Slender with champagne-blonde hair, and pretty. Very pretty. Minho almost mistook him for a girl but caught a clear glimpse of his adam's apple below his sharp jawline.
"Minho!" Key grinned excitedly. "This is the guest I was telling you about. Choi Minho, meet Lee Taemin."
The latter turned and gave Minho a brilliant smile as he bowed. Minho returned the gesture while one question kept repeating in his head. Was this the person he was supposed to trust?
A/N2: OMG, it's been over a month for this. MIANHE bbs!! I realize this chap was probably very boring, but it needed to happen. Things of the smutty nature shall resume next chap - I promise ^^
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5 CH6 CH7 CH8
***
Minho awoke the next morning to an empty bed. He rolled over onto Key's side of the bed. When did Key get a 'side' of the bed? The sheets were cold but they still smelled like the older boy. Minho inhaled deeply, the movement of his stomach made a crinkling noise as his skin came in contact with something on top of the bed. He lifted himself up and pawed at the covers, his hand grasping around a small piece of paper. He flopped over onto his back as he brought the note into view. Key's perfect scrawl adorned the page.
First, stop pouting - only I look cute when I pout. Second I made muffins and left them on a plate in the kitchen for you - so don't forget to eat before you go to work. Third, I'm bringing someone over for dinner tonight. That means don't strip out of your suit and straight into your underwear like I know you usually do. Jeans and a t-shirt is fine. See you later.
♥K
Minho chuckled lowly. How did Key know him so well after only such a short time? His cheeks were tingling and he realized that he had been smiling like an idiot the entire time he was reading the note. He set the note down gently on his nightstand and rolled out of bed. He didn't bother to cover up as he padded into the kitchen. The scent of warm blueberries filled his nostrils as he entered the kitchen. Licking his lips, he closed in on the plate that held the muffins. He grabbed one off the top and bit in to it. He moaned around the bakery in his mouth; the center was still warm. He began to wonder if there was anything the Key couldn't do.
***
All day at work Minho was in a good mood. The random fuck ups in the tax department along with his incompetent co-workers did little to phase him. It wasn't until his father paid him a visit mid-afternoon that his mood was shattered.
"Minho!" His father barged into the room.
"Appa." Minho bowed as he addressed the irate man. "What can I do for you?"
His father scoffed as he threw a folder down on the desk, letting the paparazzi-style pictures inside spill out.
"You can tell me why SM agency got this Apple account and we didn't!" He raged as he poked a finger at the folder harshly.
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean." The startled boy replied calmly as he sifted through the photos.
"The account representative for Apple was in the club circuit all last week, letting off steam from this last minute shipping change. Where were you???"
"I don't underst-" Minho began but was cut off.
"Word has it SM Agency’s Changmin was in the clubs courting her and that's how they got the deal."
Minho swallowed down the rage he felt bubbling up in his chest and let his father continue.
"So where were you, huh? Probably off with that little faggot you picked up. You know they carry diseases. Do you even think??? God, Minho do you-"
Now it was Minho's turn to interrupt.
"So let me get this straight." He interjected smoothly; voice cold and tight.
"You give me hell for going to the clubs, but then you scold me when I don't go to benefit your agenda. Oh and let's not forget the part where you insinuated that my boyfriend was a disease-ridden...what was that word? Oh right, faggot. Well guess what appa? Your faggot son says FUCK YOU. I quit."
Minho strode past his stunned father with a spiteful skip in his step. He was already downstairs and halfway through the lobby before he realized what he said. Boyfriend. He had called Key his boyfriend. Well that, and he told his father to fuck off; but the boyfriend thing was most definitely the most shocking part of that interaction. As he got into his car he gave his shoulders a shake. There was no taking it back now; none of it.
***
Heavy footsteps took him inside of his loft. He had honestly planned on going straight to bed for a nap. Honestly. However he heard a familiar voice in the kitchen and couldn't resist. Key was hunched gracefully over a cookbook, muttering the ingredient list to himself. He slunk toward the smaller boy noiselessly; fingers itching to grip at the smooth flesh that his slouchy tank-top exposed. He was mere inches away when Key's hand flew out and swatted him away.
"Yah. No distracting me while I'm cooking. And why are you home so early anyway?" The diva scolded as his eyes stayed trained on the book.
"But you look so....distractible." Minho purred as he swooped down to nip at Key's shoulder.
"Stop that." Key moaned in failed protest as he leaned back against the taller boy.
He wrapped a hand behind Minho's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips molded against each other as tongues explored each others mouths lazily. Minho wound his other arm around Key's waist and pressed their bodies closer together. He rubbed his crotch against the shorter boy's ass sensually; letting his hand wander lower to cup Key through his jeans. A sharp bite to his lower lip made him recoil.
"I said NO DISTRACTIONS. And you never answered my question."
Minho licked at his lower lip and leaned his back against the counter. He ran a hand through his hair and then scrubbed it over his face.
"I quit my job."
Key dropped the spatula he'd just picked up and turned to face Minho fully.
"Are you ok?" The softness in his expression caused Minho's heart to skip a beat.
He pulled Key into his arms and kissed the top of his head. "More than ok."
Key nuzzled against the taller boy's chest, nosing along his throat and leaving butterfly kisses along his jaw. "I still meant what I said about distractions."
A laugh rumbled in Minho's chest, shaking the boy in his arms. "I get it."
"Ok." Key stated as he removed himself from the embrace slowly. "You go take a nice long shower. Dinner should be ready by the time you get done."
Minho nodded and gave his boyfriend one last chaste kiss on the lips; leaving him to make culinary magic.
***
The long, steamy shower really did make Minho feel much better. The tension that he was carrying in his shoulders melted away and he felt refreshed. After pulling on a pair of dark-wash skinnies and a red fitted T he walked back out into the kitchen. This time the scent of Italian food was in the air. As he got closer to the kitchen he realized Key was talking to another person. He assumed it was the aforementioned mystery dinner guest. He was kind of startled when he took in the visitor's appearance. Slender with champagne-blonde hair, and pretty. Very pretty. Minho almost mistook him for a girl but caught a clear glimpse of his adam's apple below his sharp jawline.
"Minho!" Key grinned excitedly. "This is the guest I was telling you about. Choi Minho, meet Lee Taemin."
The latter turned and gave Minho a brilliant smile as he bowed. Minho returned the gesture while one question kept repeating in his head. Was this the person he was supposed to trust?
A/N2: OMG, it's been over a month for this. MIANHE bbs!! I realize this chap was probably very boring, but it needed to happen. Things of the smutty nature shall resume next chap - I promise ^^