Near Hysterics
Title: Near Hysterics
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This pretty much slapped me in the face last night and I finished it today. Written with ‘Hysteria’ by Muse on repeat. 8]
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Who knew when it started. Minho didn’t. He had no fucking clue when this insatiable fire ignited within him, threatening to burn the flesh off of his bones with every hair flip, every mouth swipe, every body roll.
He didn’t know when that smile started to worm its way into the farther recesses of his mind, he didn’t know when that voice started to ring through his head in his dreams.
Fuck, he really didn’t know when any of it started until it smacked into him like a sack of bricks to the face and he was dazed, he was stunned but oh God he was way too turned on for his own good.
Jonghyun pranced off the stage like he owned that shit and Key followed closely after him, smacking the older boy’s strong bicep and nagging about something or other. Taemin and Onew were all smiles as they waved to the fans and Minho couldn’t remember if he bowed and smiled or not, he just knew that they were soon going to be shoved into the small confines of the van and that just was not ok in his current situation.
The situation that was pressing against the front of his pants, that is.
As Minho, Jonghyun and Key got shoved into the back of the van Minho’s irritation flared and he stayed silent, not like that was unusual anyway. He brooded, stuffed between Key and Jonghyun who were bickering over him as if he didn’t exist and he could feel his fingers twitch against his thighs as he tried to not interrupt, tried to not tell Key that his voice got really fucking annoying when it was high-pitched and doing way too good a job at imitating his grandmother.
But it was really hard to do that when his dick was straining against his pants, it was hard to do that with Jonghyun leaning over him so he could properly smack Key, it was hard to do that when his thigh was flush against Jonghyun’s.
Fuck it was just really hard, both literally and figuratively and he was going to explode. He could feel Jonghyun’s energy wrapping Minho’s around his finger, he could feel himself caving in as Jonghyun flashed him that charming smile. Minho’s stomach lurched and arousal shot throughout his whole body and God damn it he just needed to do something.
He reached out and rested his hand on Jonghyun’s thigh - well actually he didn’t rest his hand so much as grope the shit out of the older boy’s leg, making Jonghyun gasp and shift a bit at the unexpected pressure. Minho turned and pretended to listen to Key, however, as his fingers kept digging into the powerful muscle, molesting the flesh through the black jeans. He felt Jonghyun’s hand on his and he thought the elder might push it away but instead there was added pressure on his hand, encouraging his movements to be more drawn out, to linger in specific places and press lighter or harder here and there.
Minho couldn’t hear a word Key was saying.
In fact he couldn’t hear anything other than the breathy chuckle that Jonghyun let out from under his breath, and even though Minho wasn’t facing Jonghyun he knew that the older boy was smirking, like he had won the fucking lottery.
The van stopped at a late-night rest stop and everyone clambered out, Key scrambling over Minho’s legs as he leapt out alongside Taemin and Onew and the manager, the driver joining them as well. Jonghyun had shifted and was getting ready to get out of the van as well but Minho grabbed him by the belt and yanked him back into the seat, reaching over and slamming the sliding door shut.
“Minho, what-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Minho sat back and pulled Jonghyun onto his lap, the smaller man easily fitting in the tight space of the van and no that wasn’t a short joke, it was more convenient than anything and the only thing on Minho’s mind was how good Jonghyun’s weight felt on his lap. He was dizzy for a second before his hands slid up Jonghyun’s side and the vocalist let out a confused noise but didn’t stop Minho from doing anything, like he couldn’t stop the flaming charisma that was rooting him to the spot, melting his feet to the floor so he couldn’t escape.
Just the way Minho wanted him to feel.
Neither of them had control of the situation; neither of them moved, spoke, barely even breathed as they just stared into each other’s eyes. Minho’s eyes were dilated and dark, shimmering and wet and Jonghyun’s eyes were damp too, Minho could tell from how close he was and they were slightly blocked by the older boy’s chocolatey fringe but that didn’t matter because Jonghyun was so fucking close Minho could almost taste him.
Almost wasn’t good enough.
Minho leaned forward and attached his lips to Jonghyun’s neck and the older boy let out a gasp and his hands flew to Minho’s biceps, gripping on them as Minho’s own hands roamed to Jonghyun’s strong arms, sliding down the exposed flesh. Jonghyun was wearing that God damn sleeveless shirt and fuck it was so distracting up on stage even with Key raving about that stupid fucking superhero on his body because fuck Jonghyun’s arms.
Jonghyun’s head was tilted and one hand moved to tangle his fingers in Minho’s hair while the others clamped onto his shirt and his body rocked and oh yes that was exactly what Minho needed.
Something was shifting in Minho and he didn’t know what it was, he didn’t know this carnal hunger, he didn’t know this intense need for Jonghyun, he didn’t know the burning in his veins, he just knew that he needed Jonghyun right fucking now or else he was going to die.
Ok maybe not die but probably have a severe case of blue balls.
Jonghyun rocked down again and Minho’s head tossed back against the back of the seat and his hips pushed up, the momentum knocking Jonghyun over to sprawl out on the seat with an undignified noise as Minho loomed over him.
“Christ Minho what the hell!?”
Minho reached up and covered Jonghyun’s mouth, his eyes frenzied as they glittered dangerously, Jonghyun obediently shutting up either because the sight scared him or turned him on and God Minho hoped it was the latter because there was no way this was going to be one-sided.
In fact, just to make sure, Minho slid a hand between their bodies and roughly palmed Jonghyun’s crotch through those tight black jeans, satisfied at the bulge that met his fingers and the sigh that left Jonghyun’s throat.
He could hear Key yelling about something at the rest stop but the van was closed, the windows were tinted and they maybe had about ten minutes before the members and the manager all returned but that was more than enough time for Minho to debauch Jonghyun, more than enough time for Minho to get exactly what he wanted. Jonghyun seemed to have realized this too because his hands dropped to Minho’s pants and his fingers fumbled with the fastenings of Minho’s belt, the metal clanking and jingling and Minho propped himself up on the seat with one hand while the other moved to Jonghyun’s pants and worked on undoing them and fuck couldn’t they move any faster?
But Jonghyun’s cock was exposed and Minho felt his hit the cool air and it felt so good to have his erection be released finally, it felt so good to have Jonghyun beneath him finally and an hour ago he wouldn’t have been able to tell you that this was what he wanted, what he needed from this man but now that he had it it was like solving the meaning of life -
“Fuck,” Minho growled from the back of his throat as Jonghyun’s pianist fingers wrapped around his dick and pulled the younger boy down so their cocks could slide together, both boys letting out simultaneous moans as Jonghyun’s back arched and fuck this was amazing.
“M-Minho, fuck…” Jonghyun panted out and his brows were furrowed, his nose scrunched up as he glanced down between them, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he watched the turgid flesh meet in a rolling motion and Minho glanced down too, fuck it was beautiful. “What… fuck, Minho…”
Jonghyun was obviously still incredibly confused as to what was happening right now but Minho was going to solve that curiosity in a few moments. He lifted his hand and shoved his fingers into Jonghyun’s mouth and Jonghyun glared, as if he was going to contest being on bottom but Minho gave a hard thrust downwards, sliding his cock hotly along Jonghyun’s and apparently that was enough to make the older man change his mind as he drew the fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. It wasn’t graceful and it wasn’t the neatest looking thing but what was going on inside was the best thing, his spit coating Minho’s fingers and his tongue doing things that felt way too fucking amazing on Minho’s fingers.
The rapper pulled his fingers free and a shimmery trail of spit connected the tips of his digits to Jonghyun’s lips and Minho swooped down, smashing his lips against Jonghyun’s and overtaking the older man completely as he pushed down those tight black jeans, freeing only one leg as the material bunched on the other and Minho settled between them, moving his fingers to Jonghyun’s entrance and slipping one inside just as his tongue shoved into the older man’s mouth.
Jonghyun whimpered and he wasn’t expecting it so quick that was for sure but they didn’t have the time to linger or fiddle with foreplay as much as Minho would just love to make Jonghyun writhe in pleasure and cry out and all sorts of nasty dirty things but they didn’t have time as much as Minho liked to think they did. Well they had time, they had time for Minho to fuck Jonghyun into oblivion but the savory pleasure would be short and Minho would just have to go for round two later, wouldn’t he?
The vocalist let out a mewl and Minho shoved another finger into that tight heat and Jonghyun pulled from the lip lock with a gasp, dropping his head back on the seat and spreading his legs further.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna break, fucking shit Minho…”
Minho tried not to roll his eyes so instead he just blinked for a fraction longer than usual before he shoved a third finger into the confines of Jonghyun’s ass, the vice grip making his head swim and his blood rush south and God he couldn’t wait to get into that heat.
He heard Jonghyun spitting into his hand and he felt those long fingers wrapping around his dick and yes yes yes that was perfect it was amazing and he bucked his hips into those fingers and Jonghyun groaned and grabbed Minho’s waist to pull the younger boy against him, his hard dick bumping against his fingers and his ass cheeks and Minho groaned out loud, removing his fingers.
His hands rested on Jonghyun’s hips and Jonghyun’s right knee was flush against his chest and under his chin, his body spread as wide as it could be in the tight confines of the back seat, one hand up on the oh shit handle and the other gripping the material of Minho’s shirt, trying to bring him closer; his hair was mussed even though Minho hadn’t even touched it and that was amazing in itself, his skin flushed and his eyes glazed over and his lips bruised from the kiss.
Not able to stand it anymore, Minho pulled his fingers free and glanced between them and fuck Jonghyun wasn’t really stretched as much as he should be but fingers curled around the rapper’s waist and jarred him forward, the crown of his cock pushing against Jonghyun’s ass and fuck it was now or never.
So Minho slammed home in one thrust and Jonghyun was about to cry out but Minho put a hand over his mouth once again to stifle the noise, Jonghyun’s head dropping back and his eyes rolling into his head as his body trembled and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes but Minho wasn’t doing any better, though all of his reactions were from pleasure rather than pain.
But oh God this was so worth it and Jonghyun whimpered after a few seconds and then his body relaxed, Minho’s dick throbbing so furiously inside of his walls that it was maddening. Jonghyun’s hands moved to Minho’s arms to grip onto them tightly, to keep him still, to keep him from moving because Minho knew he needed to adjust, he needed to get used to the feeling of being speared in half and Minho could feel a liquid dripping down his balls and he wasn’t stupid enough to think it was spit.
Jonghyun shifted, though, and his leg unfurled from his chest as it hooked on Minho’s waist and brought the younger man closer, the shift making them both groan out.
“Move move fuck Minho God damn it,” Jonghyun breathed out from behind the other’s hand and Minho wasn’t going to let that request be unheeded because he had been waiting for the green light.
Minho’s hips snapped forward and their bodies rocked together, Jonghyun’s back arching and a hand moving to claw at the seat, trying to find purchase on something, anything as Minho powered deep into him, and the van was surely rocking with their movements by now but Minho wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t care.
He was going to have all of Jonghyun, he was going to claim this handsome man, he was going to revel in the masculinity and the competitive air that hung between them and he was not going to let this slip away, he was not going to let this feeling fade away, this feeling of losing all control, this feeling of needing Jonghyun on him, around him, inside him and fuck he had it, he had it all right below him in a squirming, hot mess.
It was too perfect and six minutes had passed, and if they were lucky they had another four to go on but the van was moving and the tires were squeaking and the frame was shifting and Jonghyun’s hand smacked against the window and there was no way you could cover that up at all.
“Fuck fuck fuck Minho yes, fuck, harder,” Jonghyun panted as soon as Minho removed his hand from his mouth and Minho complied, sliding deeper within those walls and holding onto Jonghyun’s body to anchor him down so his head didn’t smack against the wall of the van.
Eyes opened and met and Minho gritted his teeth with the sight of a needy, wanton Jonghyun, who still managed a cocky smirk and act like this shit was his turf but fuck that was just what Minho needed, wanted to see. He wrapped his fist around Jonghyun’s dick and started to pump in counter time to his thrusts and Jonghyun whimpered out, his hips bucking up, cocky smirk wiped off of his features as they instead screwed up in pleasure and his body tightened incredibly around Minho’s thrusting cock.
Two minutes to go - Minho powered through and he wanted this to last, fuck did he ever, but it couldn’t, it wouldn’t right now and Jonghyun was teetering over the edge along with him and when Jonghyun tensed in climax Minho tensed and shuddered as well, the heat spilling onto his fingers and hand and running down his wrist adding to the sensation of his hot seed filling up Jonghyun to the brim, a little bit escaping out.
Cursing, Minho pulled the bandanna he had wrapped around his wrist and cleaned up Jonghyun’s abused parts before his own hand, and then his ears pricked to the sound of voices coming closer to the van. Jonghyun’s eyes shot open and they both scrambled, Minho hitting his head on the ceiling of the van as Jonghyun cursed and fixed his pants, pulling them on and cursing about ‘fucking flaming charisma’ and ‘if I can’t walk tomorrow you’re so dead’ before they both settled next to each other just as the door of the van slid open.
Key stared at them for a second, eyebrow raised.
“… Minho, weren’t you sitting in the middle?”
Jonghyun froze like a deer in the headlights but Minho shrugged, “I wanted a window seat.”
Key rolled his eyes and climbed inside, followed by Taemin, Onew and the manager, and the van started and hauled off once again, jostling the band members around a bit.
Taemin’s nose wrinkled and he turned to Onew, and Minho tensed a bit.
“Hyung, what’s that funny smell?”
Key sniffed the air too, and his cheeks flushed as he gave Jonghyun and Minho incredulous looks, before patting Taemin on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it Taemin, just read your book.”
Taemin shrugged and opened his book and Onew glanced back over the seat with a raised brow, before he wagged a condescending finger in Jonghyun and Minho’s direction, before he arched a brow and grinned.
“Jonghyun,” the leader said, that sunny smile way too disarming. “Minho’s bandanna is sticking out of your pants.”
Jonghyun looked down and sure enough Minho’s bandanna had gotten inside of his pants and was stick in the waistband; Jonghyun pulled it out and shoved it at Minho, who couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.
“Well then,” Key said, shrugging and smirking as he sat back in his seat. “You two can do your own laundry.”
Minho and Jonghyun both exchanged looks and knew exactly what that meant:
Alone time in the laundry room would be well spent.
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This pretty much slapped me in the face last night and I finished it today. Written with ‘Hysteria’ by Muse on repeat. 8]
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Who knew when it started. Minho didn’t. He had no fucking clue when this insatiable fire ignited within him, threatening to burn the flesh off of his bones with every hair flip, every mouth swipe, every body roll.
He didn’t know when that smile started to worm its way into the farther recesses of his mind, he didn’t know when that voice started to ring through his head in his dreams.
Fuck, he really didn’t know when any of it started until it smacked into him like a sack of bricks to the face and he was dazed, he was stunned but oh God he was way too turned on for his own good.
Jonghyun pranced off the stage like he owned that shit and Key followed closely after him, smacking the older boy’s strong bicep and nagging about something or other. Taemin and Onew were all smiles as they waved to the fans and Minho couldn’t remember if he bowed and smiled or not, he just knew that they were soon going to be shoved into the small confines of the van and that just was not ok in his current situation.
The situation that was pressing against the front of his pants, that is.
As Minho, Jonghyun and Key got shoved into the back of the van Minho’s irritation flared and he stayed silent, not like that was unusual anyway. He brooded, stuffed between Key and Jonghyun who were bickering over him as if he didn’t exist and he could feel his fingers twitch against his thighs as he tried to not interrupt, tried to not tell Key that his voice got really fucking annoying when it was high-pitched and doing way too good a job at imitating his grandmother.
But it was really hard to do that when his dick was straining against his pants, it was hard to do that with Jonghyun leaning over him so he could properly smack Key, it was hard to do that when his thigh was flush against Jonghyun’s.
Fuck it was just really hard, both literally and figuratively and he was going to explode. He could feel Jonghyun’s energy wrapping Minho’s around his finger, he could feel himself caving in as Jonghyun flashed him that charming smile. Minho’s stomach lurched and arousal shot throughout his whole body and God damn it he just needed to do something.
He reached out and rested his hand on Jonghyun’s thigh - well actually he didn’t rest his hand so much as grope the shit out of the older boy’s leg, making Jonghyun gasp and shift a bit at the unexpected pressure. Minho turned and pretended to listen to Key, however, as his fingers kept digging into the powerful muscle, molesting the flesh through the black jeans. He felt Jonghyun’s hand on his and he thought the elder might push it away but instead there was added pressure on his hand, encouraging his movements to be more drawn out, to linger in specific places and press lighter or harder here and there.
Minho couldn’t hear a word Key was saying.
In fact he couldn’t hear anything other than the breathy chuckle that Jonghyun let out from under his breath, and even though Minho wasn’t facing Jonghyun he knew that the older boy was smirking, like he had won the fucking lottery.
The van stopped at a late-night rest stop and everyone clambered out, Key scrambling over Minho’s legs as he leapt out alongside Taemin and Onew and the manager, the driver joining them as well. Jonghyun had shifted and was getting ready to get out of the van as well but Minho grabbed him by the belt and yanked him back into the seat, reaching over and slamming the sliding door shut.
“Minho, what-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Minho sat back and pulled Jonghyun onto his lap, the smaller man easily fitting in the tight space of the van and no that wasn’t a short joke, it was more convenient than anything and the only thing on Minho’s mind was how good Jonghyun’s weight felt on his lap. He was dizzy for a second before his hands slid up Jonghyun’s side and the vocalist let out a confused noise but didn’t stop Minho from doing anything, like he couldn’t stop the flaming charisma that was rooting him to the spot, melting his feet to the floor so he couldn’t escape.
Just the way Minho wanted him to feel.
Neither of them had control of the situation; neither of them moved, spoke, barely even breathed as they just stared into each other’s eyes. Minho’s eyes were dilated and dark, shimmering and wet and Jonghyun’s eyes were damp too, Minho could tell from how close he was and they were slightly blocked by the older boy’s chocolatey fringe but that didn’t matter because Jonghyun was so fucking close Minho could almost taste him.
Almost wasn’t good enough.
Minho leaned forward and attached his lips to Jonghyun’s neck and the older boy let out a gasp and his hands flew to Minho’s biceps, gripping on them as Minho’s own hands roamed to Jonghyun’s strong arms, sliding down the exposed flesh. Jonghyun was wearing that God damn sleeveless shirt and fuck it was so distracting up on stage even with Key raving about that stupid fucking superhero on his body because fuck Jonghyun’s arms.
Jonghyun’s head was tilted and one hand moved to tangle his fingers in Minho’s hair while the others clamped onto his shirt and his body rocked and oh yes that was exactly what Minho needed.
Something was shifting in Minho and he didn’t know what it was, he didn’t know this carnal hunger, he didn’t know this intense need for Jonghyun, he didn’t know the burning in his veins, he just knew that he needed Jonghyun right fucking now or else he was going to die.
Ok maybe not die but probably have a severe case of blue balls.
Jonghyun rocked down again and Minho’s head tossed back against the back of the seat and his hips pushed up, the momentum knocking Jonghyun over to sprawl out on the seat with an undignified noise as Minho loomed over him.
“Christ Minho what the hell!?”
Minho reached up and covered Jonghyun’s mouth, his eyes frenzied as they glittered dangerously, Jonghyun obediently shutting up either because the sight scared him or turned him on and God Minho hoped it was the latter because there was no way this was going to be one-sided.
In fact, just to make sure, Minho slid a hand between their bodies and roughly palmed Jonghyun’s crotch through those tight black jeans, satisfied at the bulge that met his fingers and the sigh that left Jonghyun’s throat.
He could hear Key yelling about something at the rest stop but the van was closed, the windows were tinted and they maybe had about ten minutes before the members and the manager all returned but that was more than enough time for Minho to debauch Jonghyun, more than enough time for Minho to get exactly what he wanted. Jonghyun seemed to have realized this too because his hands dropped to Minho’s pants and his fingers fumbled with the fastenings of Minho’s belt, the metal clanking and jingling and Minho propped himself up on the seat with one hand while the other moved to Jonghyun’s pants and worked on undoing them and fuck couldn’t they move any faster?
But Jonghyun’s cock was exposed and Minho felt his hit the cool air and it felt so good to have his erection be released finally, it felt so good to have Jonghyun beneath him finally and an hour ago he wouldn’t have been able to tell you that this was what he wanted, what he needed from this man but now that he had it it was like solving the meaning of life -
“Fuck,” Minho growled from the back of his throat as Jonghyun’s pianist fingers wrapped around his dick and pulled the younger boy down so their cocks could slide together, both boys letting out simultaneous moans as Jonghyun’s back arched and fuck this was amazing.
“M-Minho, fuck…” Jonghyun panted out and his brows were furrowed, his nose scrunched up as he glanced down between them, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he watched the turgid flesh meet in a rolling motion and Minho glanced down too, fuck it was beautiful. “What… fuck, Minho…”
Jonghyun was obviously still incredibly confused as to what was happening right now but Minho was going to solve that curiosity in a few moments. He lifted his hand and shoved his fingers into Jonghyun’s mouth and Jonghyun glared, as if he was going to contest being on bottom but Minho gave a hard thrust downwards, sliding his cock hotly along Jonghyun’s and apparently that was enough to make the older man change his mind as he drew the fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. It wasn’t graceful and it wasn’t the neatest looking thing but what was going on inside was the best thing, his spit coating Minho’s fingers and his tongue doing things that felt way too fucking amazing on Minho’s fingers.
The rapper pulled his fingers free and a shimmery trail of spit connected the tips of his digits to Jonghyun’s lips and Minho swooped down, smashing his lips against Jonghyun’s and overtaking the older man completely as he pushed down those tight black jeans, freeing only one leg as the material bunched on the other and Minho settled between them, moving his fingers to Jonghyun’s entrance and slipping one inside just as his tongue shoved into the older man’s mouth.
Jonghyun whimpered and he wasn’t expecting it so quick that was for sure but they didn’t have the time to linger or fiddle with foreplay as much as Minho would just love to make Jonghyun writhe in pleasure and cry out and all sorts of nasty dirty things but they didn’t have time as much as Minho liked to think they did. Well they had time, they had time for Minho to fuck Jonghyun into oblivion but the savory pleasure would be short and Minho would just have to go for round two later, wouldn’t he?
The vocalist let out a mewl and Minho shoved another finger into that tight heat and Jonghyun pulled from the lip lock with a gasp, dropping his head back on the seat and spreading his legs further.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna break, fucking shit Minho…”
Minho tried not to roll his eyes so instead he just blinked for a fraction longer than usual before he shoved a third finger into the confines of Jonghyun’s ass, the vice grip making his head swim and his blood rush south and God he couldn’t wait to get into that heat.
He heard Jonghyun spitting into his hand and he felt those long fingers wrapping around his dick and yes yes yes that was perfect it was amazing and he bucked his hips into those fingers and Jonghyun groaned and grabbed Minho’s waist to pull the younger boy against him, his hard dick bumping against his fingers and his ass cheeks and Minho groaned out loud, removing his fingers.
His hands rested on Jonghyun’s hips and Jonghyun’s right knee was flush against his chest and under his chin, his body spread as wide as it could be in the tight confines of the back seat, one hand up on the oh shit handle and the other gripping the material of Minho’s shirt, trying to bring him closer; his hair was mussed even though Minho hadn’t even touched it and that was amazing in itself, his skin flushed and his eyes glazed over and his lips bruised from the kiss.
Not able to stand it anymore, Minho pulled his fingers free and glanced between them and fuck Jonghyun wasn’t really stretched as much as he should be but fingers curled around the rapper’s waist and jarred him forward, the crown of his cock pushing against Jonghyun’s ass and fuck it was now or never.
So Minho slammed home in one thrust and Jonghyun was about to cry out but Minho put a hand over his mouth once again to stifle the noise, Jonghyun’s head dropping back and his eyes rolling into his head as his body trembled and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes but Minho wasn’t doing any better, though all of his reactions were from pleasure rather than pain.
But oh God this was so worth it and Jonghyun whimpered after a few seconds and then his body relaxed, Minho’s dick throbbing so furiously inside of his walls that it was maddening. Jonghyun’s hands moved to Minho’s arms to grip onto them tightly, to keep him still, to keep him from moving because Minho knew he needed to adjust, he needed to get used to the feeling of being speared in half and Minho could feel a liquid dripping down his balls and he wasn’t stupid enough to think it was spit.
Jonghyun shifted, though, and his leg unfurled from his chest as it hooked on Minho’s waist and brought the younger man closer, the shift making them both groan out.
“Move move fuck Minho God damn it,” Jonghyun breathed out from behind the other’s hand and Minho wasn’t going to let that request be unheeded because he had been waiting for the green light.
Minho’s hips snapped forward and their bodies rocked together, Jonghyun’s back arching and a hand moving to claw at the seat, trying to find purchase on something, anything as Minho powered deep into him, and the van was surely rocking with their movements by now but Minho wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t care.
He was going to have all of Jonghyun, he was going to claim this handsome man, he was going to revel in the masculinity and the competitive air that hung between them and he was not going to let this slip away, he was not going to let this feeling fade away, this feeling of losing all control, this feeling of needing Jonghyun on him, around him, inside him and fuck he had it, he had it all right below him in a squirming, hot mess.
It was too perfect and six minutes had passed, and if they were lucky they had another four to go on but the van was moving and the tires were squeaking and the frame was shifting and Jonghyun’s hand smacked against the window and there was no way you could cover that up at all.
“Fuck fuck fuck Minho yes, fuck, harder,” Jonghyun panted as soon as Minho removed his hand from his mouth and Minho complied, sliding deeper within those walls and holding onto Jonghyun’s body to anchor him down so his head didn’t smack against the wall of the van.
Eyes opened and met and Minho gritted his teeth with the sight of a needy, wanton Jonghyun, who still managed a cocky smirk and act like this shit was his turf but fuck that was just what Minho needed, wanted to see. He wrapped his fist around Jonghyun’s dick and started to pump in counter time to his thrusts and Jonghyun whimpered out, his hips bucking up, cocky smirk wiped off of his features as they instead screwed up in pleasure and his body tightened incredibly around Minho’s thrusting cock.
Two minutes to go - Minho powered through and he wanted this to last, fuck did he ever, but it couldn’t, it wouldn’t right now and Jonghyun was teetering over the edge along with him and when Jonghyun tensed in climax Minho tensed and shuddered as well, the heat spilling onto his fingers and hand and running down his wrist adding to the sensation of his hot seed filling up Jonghyun to the brim, a little bit escaping out.
Cursing, Minho pulled the bandanna he had wrapped around his wrist and cleaned up Jonghyun’s abused parts before his own hand, and then his ears pricked to the sound of voices coming closer to the van. Jonghyun’s eyes shot open and they both scrambled, Minho hitting his head on the ceiling of the van as Jonghyun cursed and fixed his pants, pulling them on and cursing about ‘fucking flaming charisma’ and ‘if I can’t walk tomorrow you’re so dead’ before they both settled next to each other just as the door of the van slid open.
Key stared at them for a second, eyebrow raised.
“… Minho, weren’t you sitting in the middle?”
Jonghyun froze like a deer in the headlights but Minho shrugged, “I wanted a window seat.”
Key rolled his eyes and climbed inside, followed by Taemin, Onew and the manager, and the van started and hauled off once again, jostling the band members around a bit.
Taemin’s nose wrinkled and he turned to Onew, and Minho tensed a bit.
“Hyung, what’s that funny smell?”
Key sniffed the air too, and his cheeks flushed as he gave Jonghyun and Minho incredulous looks, before patting Taemin on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it Taemin, just read your book.”
Taemin shrugged and opened his book and Onew glanced back over the seat with a raised brow, before he wagged a condescending finger in Jonghyun and Minho’s direction, before he arched a brow and grinned.
“Jonghyun,” the leader said, that sunny smile way too disarming. “Minho’s bandanna is sticking out of your pants.”
Jonghyun looked down and sure enough Minho’s bandanna had gotten inside of his pants and was stick in the waistband; Jonghyun pulled it out and shoved it at Minho, who couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.
“Well then,” Key said, shrugging and smirking as he sat back in his seat. “You two can do your own laundry.”
Minho and Jonghyun both exchanged looks and knew exactly what that meant:
Alone time in the laundry room would be well spent.