She Can't Move Like I Do
Title: She Can't Move Like I Do
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Really, Key can do all those girl dances way better than the girls themselves. Right? Right.
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On the television, SNSD was guest-starring on Star King. Jessica and Yoona's faces were smiling and bright as they laughed at the jokes, and Jonghyun licked his lips lightly.
"I think Jessica is prettier than Yoona," Jonghyun commented.
Kibum glared in disdain at the Vogue he was holding, "Her face is puffy."
Jonghyun either didn't hear him, or was ignoring him. "Her legs are longer, too."
Kibum turned the page. "Thunder-thighs."
The older member tilted his head. "I think she looks good blonde."
"Poser," Kibum sighed, and Jonghyun finally turned to give Kibum an incredulous look.
"Yah, what's with the attitude, Kibum?" Jonghyun frowned and folded his arms over his chest.
The diva merely shrugged and flipped another page of his Vogue, by this time not even reading the words or processing the images.
"It's almost like you're jealous or something," Jonghyun grumbled, flipping the channel over to MNet.
"I'm not jealous," Kibum made a huffy noise in the back of his throat.
Jonghyun merely rolled his eyes and leaned against the younger, resting his head on Kibum's shoulder. "It's alright if you are. I think it's cute."
"It's not cute," Kibum mumbled, letting out a breath and finally focusing on an article about Spring fashion.
"It is," Jonghyun insisted, slinging his arm around Kibum's shoulders.
"Don't say things like that," the younger one mumbled.
"Why?" Jonghyun seemed genuinely confused. A slight glimmer of hurt sparkled in his eyes, the frown marring his usually perfect features.
"Because," Kibum's voice was exasperated and slightly exaggerated, as he slammed his magazine down on the coffee table and moved into the kitchen.
Jonghyun blinked after him, and then decided that when Kim Kibum was on a roll, it was best not to get in his way. Or else you might be flattened.
--
The next day, all of SHINee was huddled in front of the television, watching the news. A horrible snow storm swept through Seoul, leaving everyone trapped inside of their homes. SHINee had to cancel their schedules for the day, and were doing their best to stay warm. It was bad enough that the dorm was poorly insulated and had wood floorings; but, Kibum hadn't made it to the grocery store that morning, so they were low on food. Hungry, cooped up teenage boys was definitely not a good mix. Kibum especially was glowering a bit more darkly than anyone else, alone, cuddled up in the recliner with one of Taemin's teddy bears.
"Kibum," Jonghyun spoke up. Since the previous night, Kibum had barely talked to him at all, only going so far as to asking what he wanted for breakfast. "Come to the couch, it's warmer." Even though the four boys were already on it, they were situated comfortably and easily, and there was a perfect spot for Kibum next to Jjong.
What's so special about her, anyway? Mnet was showing music videos, and every time Jessica's face showed, Kibum felt personally mocked. She's fake and has no personality. Maybe he was being irrational and harsh, but still. Jonghyun was... well what was Jonghyun? He was Kibum's best friend. That's how it had always been between the two of them. It wasn't until recently that Jjong started paying attention to females, and Kibum felt... pushed aside.
Wiping the pout off of his face, he sighed and stood up from the recliner, hugging the teddy bear close to his chest. "I'm going to go lay down." It was the middle of the day, but he didn't care.
The four other members watched him with confused eyes, but out of them all, Jonghyun's lingered. Kibum didn't notice, though, as he made his way to the bedroom; Jonghyun stood up and followed Kibum, calling out.
"Yah, Kibum, what's the deal?" The bling-bling demanded harshly, his features in a slight scowl. "You've been PMSing for twenty-four hours straight, and it's really getting old."
Kibum whirled around on his heel, seething, something inside snapping. "Oh? Excuse me, let me just go hole myself up so I don't keep bothering you guys."
Jonghyun huffed, "You know that's not what I mean. Why can't you talk to us about it?"
"Why should I? No one's even bothered to ask me anything!" Kibum's voice was starting to raise; that wasn't good at all. When Kibum's voice raised, hell broke loose.
The three remaining on the couch stayed quiet, and Jonghyun let out a frustrated growl.
"I just fucking asked you!"
Really, Jonghyun was the only one stupid enough to keep after Kibum like this.
"Well it's nothing that you can help," Kibum gestured widely with his hand. "Resident manly-man probably doesn't want to hear about my hair or make-up or fingernail issues."
Jonghyun made a step forward, the look in his eyes menacing, "What the fuck is your problem, Kibum? It's not your hair, it's not your make-up and it's definitely not your manicure because you just got one last week." He snorted - Jonghyun was always able to find some sort of joke, but after a second he shrank back as Kibum took a step forward.
"You're such a fucking idiot! I don't even know why I try sometimes!"
"Now you're blaming me for your bad mood? Oh great Kibum, why don't you just turn the whole dorm into a fiasco of cussing and screaming?"
From the couch, Jinki sat up some and spoke softly, "G-Guys, please keep it down, I don't want the landlady getting upset from the noise--"
"Shut up Jinki!"
Both Kibum and Jonghyun snapped at their leader at the same time, and Jinki obediently shut up and shrank back into the couch. So much for appa trying to interject umma and her deranged nephew from fighting.
"Don't yell at him like that!" Kibum suddenly said, and Jonghyun balked.
"You did the exact same thing!"
"Jonghyun you're such a--"
"What the Hell is wrong with you!?"
They both spoke and stopped at the same time, the silence thick in the air. Kibum breathed deeply, and then finally snapped.
"You're just mad that you can't stop ogling me when I do girl group dances!"
Oh. Well. That... had absolutely nothing to do with the argument at hand, Kibum thought, and wished he could take it back. But really, that was what had been on his mind the whole time. Jonghyun always stared and smiled whenever Kibum did girl group dances, always cheered him on and told him he looked great doing it. So why couldn't he pay attention to Kibum like he did the noonas?
Jonghyun only gaped, silently, and Kibum let out a distressed groan and turned on his heel once more, intending to leave.
"W-Wait! Kibum ah," Jonghyun reached out to grab Kibum's wrist, and in the next instant a loud CRACK! resounded throughout the dorm.
Both boys froze in horror, Kibum's eyes wide and glistening and Jonghyun's mouth ajar, a bright red mark forming on his cheek. His grip on Kibum's wrist went slack, and the rapper took a shaky step back.
"H-Hyung... I-" He covered his own mouth with his hand, the tears flowing down his cheeks. He was utterly appalled that he did such a thing to Jonghyun - Jonghyun, his best friend, his band mate, his... Oh God I've fucked up. Kibum reached out to grab onto the front of Jonghyun's shirt, collapsing to the floor in choked sobs. "Jjong, I'm so sorry, I don't - I don't know why - Please just..." Kibum was rambling. He knew he was rambling.
Jonghyun didn't tell him to shut up, he didn't strike Kibum in return; to the rapper's surprise, the slightly bigger boy wrapped him in an embrace and kissed the top of his head, letting Kibum cry against him.
"J-Jjong... please..." Kibum whimpered, burying his face into the strong chest. "Please just look at me the way you look at the noonas..."
He felt Jonghyun stiffen in his hold, and immediately, once again, Kibum wanted to take back what he said. After a pause, he felt Jonghyun's frame trembling. Was he crying, too? Kibum pulled back and blinked at his hyung, who was starting to laugh uncontrollably. Instantly Kibum huffed and smacked Jonghyun's arm, as he stood up and threw his hands in the air.
"Kim Jonghyun I can't believe you!"
Jonghyun fell over at this point, clutching at his sides as he howled with laughter. "K-Kibum ah... ahaha!"
Once again in a rage, Kibum placed his hands on his hips in the ultimate umma-is-pissed-off gesture. Jonghyun sobered up a bit, wiping the tears from his eyes before he cleared his throat and tried to be calm. Small guffaws were still breaking past his sealed lips, and Kibum's foot started to tap on the kitchen floor.
"You know," Taemin piped up from the couch, his large eyes traveling over towards the pair in the hallway. "The sexual tension is killing us, too, so would you please just get it over with?"
"I'm straight!" Jonghyun shrieked instantaneously, suddenly completely sober, and Kibum grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and started to drag him towards the bedroom.
Jonghyun's yells were loud and desperate, but with the slamming of the bedroom door, they were soon muffled, and then stopped altogether.
Jinki, Minho and Taemin stared at the quiet hallway, before slowly returning their gazes to the television.
"I won't say anything if you won't." Minho mumbled.
"Agreed," Taemin and Jinki both said simultaneously.
--
Behind closed doors, Kibum had shoved Jonghyun onto Jinki's bed - really, it was the most convenient place in the house - his glare replaced with a saucy, seductive look.
"Straight? Is that so," Kibum said, taking a step forward.
It was like a lion stalking a gazelle. Like a bear looking for a fish to catch. Like a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse. Like an estranged mom ready to pop a pimple.
"W-Well, yeah--"
"So why is it that when I do this," Kibum lifted his shirt up some, revealing milky white skin and tantalizing hip bones. He swiveled his hips, his other hands' fingers gently pushing down the brim of his pants to expose more skin, "you can't take your eyes off of me?"
And true enough, Jonghyun's eyes were fixated on the creamy expanse of flesh exposed to him. He couldn't remove his eyes from the view, even as he answered, "--N--Guh."
"Jjong..." Kibum purred softly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Jonghyun's eyes greedily roved over the boys' chest, taking everything in. The rapper took a step forward, his hands roaming over his own skin gently, thumbs hooking in his sweat pants. With a heated swipe of his tongue over his lips, Kibum rolled his hips, watching as Jonghyun's pupils dilated. He read somewhere once that when someone sees what they like, their pupils dilate; when they see something they don't like, their pupils shrink. Right now he could hardly see the chocolate color of Jonghyun's eyes.
Rolling his hips once more, as if there was an invisible beat playing in his head, Kibum lifted a hand to let his thumb trace over his bottom lip; "Hyung, don't you know that those girls can't move like I can...?"
Still, Jonghyun was silent. Kibum didn't mind - it was a good change from the constant yapping that came from Jonghyun's attractive mouth.
With another roll of his hips, Kibum stepped forward, dragging his thumb from his lip, catching the flesh and plumping it slightly, tracing the appendage down his chest, past his navel, and to the waist band of his pants once again. With feline grace that outshined any pretty girl, Kibum lowered his upper body and rested his hands on Jonghyun's thighs, the rapper's lips hovering by Jonghyun's ear.
"Touch me," Kibum whispered hotly, licking the shell of Jonghyun's ear.
A lot faster than either of them expected, Jonghyun's hands were on Kibum's slender hips. He took his time letting his fingers adjust to the sharp planes versus the soft curves, the muscles as opposed to the squishy flesh. Kibum shuddered at the exploratory touches, nuzzling beneath Jonghyun's ear gently and letting his tongue come out and touch the skin gently.
"Touch me, Jonghyun.... now."
He heard Jonghyun swallow, obviously still trying to fight for the last shred of straight masculinity he had left within his body. But that last bit of resolve crumbled as Kibum nipped at the sensitive flesh beneath his ear; in the next second Jonghyun was roughly pulling Kibum onto his lap, hands pushing on the slender hips to get their groins to mesh together, his head dropping back briefly before he fisted a hand in Kibum's multi-colored hair, smashing their mouths together.
It wasn't a kiss so much as a fight for dominance, Jonghyun not wanting to go down without a fight. Kibum bit his bottom lip harshly, but not hard enough to split the flesh, and Jonghyun responded with a growl as he used his grip on Kibum's hair to force his head backwards, exposing that shapely, delicious neck for his lips to devour. The rapper let out a low moan, and Jonghyun stood to place the smaller boy on the floor, Kibum obeying and kneeling before Jonghyun and greedily working on his pants. It was like his fingers couldn't move quick enough, like if he had the ability he would just snap and clothes would disappear.
As soon as he had undone all of the fastenings, he tugged on the pants and the boxer briefs beneath, exposing the tops of milky thighs, Jonghyun's arousal standing at full attention, eye-level with the rapper. Kibum licked his lips, looking much like a kitten ready to devour a bowl full of milk; he descended without hesitation and engulfed the vocalists' cock, lolling his tongue around on the underside as the tip bumped against the back of his throat. Jonghyun's hands went to Kibum's hair, tangling tightly in the locks and forcing the wet heat closer to his pelvis, effectively choking the smaller boy. The spasms around Jonghyun's cock made the vocalist groan as he picked up the pace; Kibum tried to open his throat the best he could to allow the brutal intrusion.
After a few more thrusts, Jonghyun pulled out and gripped the base of his arousal, slapping the length of it against Kibum's cheek. The kneeling boy let out a whimper and tried to put his lips on the flesh again, but Jonghyun gave another slap with his cock before he pulled Kibum up and threw him onto the bed.
"Jjong--"
"Shut up," the older boy said, gripping Kibum's hip and flipping him over onto his stomach, his other hand joining in to raise Kibum's ass into the air, simultaneously pulling the sweats and undergarments down to expose the flesh.
Arching his back gracefully, Kibum propped himself up on his elbows and pushed his ass backwards, "Fuck, Jjong--"
"I told you to shut up," Jonghyun snapped and picked up the corner of the blanket, shoving it into the whimpering rappers' mouth. "Don't talk."
Kibum could only whimper a bit more, the cotton in his mouth soaking up the saliva that was accumulating. Jonghyun's hands were on his hips, and Kibum was dying to see the expression on the rappers' face as his hands mapped the expanse of the pale, arched back. He felt the thick length of the vocalists' cock running along the crevice of his ass, the heat seeping through his skin and making his own arousal leak even more. It was hellish, his legs being trapped in his pants still, the material pooling at his knees. Oh, how he wanted to spread them and expose himself even more for Jonghyun, remind the vocalist who would always be catching his eye, remind Jonghyun just who he was looking at.
It wasn't Jessica.
It wasn't Yoona.
It wasn't even a female that Jonghyun's eyes were devouring, that Jonghyun's eyes were burning searing marks into the flesh. Kibum was taking absolute relish in it, knowing that he had broken down the last of the vocalists' walls, knowing that he was on the receiving end of those hungry glances finally.
Moaning around the blanket in his mouth, Kibum pushed back, his ass coming into contact with that amazing heat once more. He heard the low groan that Jonghyun let out, the sound of it reverberating through his ears, down his neck, his spine, through his cock, and ending in his numb toes and fingertips. Again he rolled his back, the wave starting from his chest, his elbows extending as well to get the roll right down to his hips, expertly grinding his body. The friction of the blanket against his erection was making him shudder, more keens and mewls leaving his lips as he tried to get his point across.
Fuck me now, God damn it!
It was in the next moment that he felt something moist and slick against his entrance; he had mistaken it for a sly finger, but when he felt Jonghyun's nose bump against his skin his whole body flushed in arousal. He resisted pushing back, but the feeling of Jonghyun's tongue inside of him was just too much. His noises started to become more desperate; along with the tongue that was teasing his walls a finger finally did join in, working inwards and stretching as best as possible.
All of the sensation left him at once, and Kibum's ass pushed back searchingly without him realizing it - and then it all came back at once, full force, multiplied by at least a hundred.
Hot and blunt, the tip of Jonghyun's cock pressed against the dripping hole, and though he wasn't very prepared, or at least as prepared as he should have been, Kibum pressed against the erection.
"You're not ready yet," Jonghyun said; though, the tone of his voice was all that Kibum needed. It was dripping with lust and barely controlled hunger, and Kibum spit out the blanket and turned a heated glare over his shoulder.
"If you don't fuck me right now, I swear to God I will tie you up and take it for myself, Jonghyun!"
That was all the encouragement Jonghyun needed - he gripped Kibum's hips with enough force to bruise, and slammed in to Kibum's body hard enough that the rapper cried out, his voice going hoarse as he gripped the duvet with white knuckles. In one sweep Jonghyun was seated completely, his balls resting against Kibum's thighs hotly, every part of their flesh that was touching erupting with sparks of white-hot pleasure. Heavy panting filled the room, and Kibum did another roll of his hips - a roll that should not have been possible in the current situation. But, his body moved on its own will, and Jonghyun's cock shifted inside of his body, making them both groan out.
Not able to support himself anymore, Kibum's elbows gave out as his chest came into contact with the bed, his face turned to the side as he panted harshly. Jonghyun pulled out a fraction and forced himself back in, picking up a brutal pace. With one hand firmly positioned on Kibum's hip, the other hand reached to the multi-colored hair to yank the pliant boy upwards again, his neck craning and back arching.
"Like that, slut?" Jonghyun asked, bending over to speak into Kibum's ear as he pistoned his hips sharply. "Like my cock in your ass?"
"Y-Yes!" Kibum gasped, his eyes squeezing shut. The vicious tugging on his hair met with the forceful thrusts of Jonghyun's hips were making his mind go numb. "Fuck -- Jonghyun --"
"This is where you belong, Kibum," Jonghyun's voice was low as he growled into the rappers' ear. "You belong on my dick. Got it?"
This was quite the change from the Jongyhun that had been openly goggling the SNSD girls; from supposed heterosexual manly-man to sticking his dick into a male band members' ass, Kibum was loving every minute of it. He knew he was a slut, he knew this is what he craved from his best friend since they hit puberty, since they got famous and everything around them seemed to become more and more attractive, themselves included.
"Yes, Jjong, fuck -- harder!" Kibum howled, his hips moving back to meet Jonghyun's as best as they could.
Jonghyun released his grip on Kibum's hair, the latter's head falling down to press into the mattress as he worked his thighs and lower back to press against the wonderful intrusion that was Jonghyun. Biting his lower lip, Kibum kept moving his body in deliciously sinful ways, each movement making Jonghyun groan and angle his cock differently, hitting that special spot inside of the rapper in a new way every time. Tears were gathering at Kibum's eyes, and in the next moment his body was being lifted up; his back against Jonghyun's chest as the new angle added an entirely foreign sensation, Kibum's arms raising up so his hands could rest on the back of his hyung's neck, helping the other to drive deeper within him.
It was like this that he lost his control, all of his resolve; Jonghyun's hand wrapped around his neglected erection and gave it a few pumps, Kibum's body clenching and spasming as he released his seed, orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave from head to toe, numbing his finger tips and the farthest corners of his body. His clenching brought Jonghyun over the edge as well, the hotness of his seed consuming him from the inside out as they both collapsed onto the bed.
For a moment, they were spaced apart from each other as they caught their breath. Kibum closed his eyes and wondered briefly; Is this it? But when Jonghyun's arm snaked around his waist, a small smile graced the rappers' lips as he rolled over and snuggled closer to the older boy.
"You're prettier than those girls, you know," he heard Jonghyun mumble, and Kibum responded by nuzzling into the vocalists' chest.
"I know."
The door creaked open, and their peaceful moment was ruined by the shriek of their leader.
"WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY BED!?"
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Really, Key can do all those girl dances way better than the girls themselves. Right? Right.
--
On the television, SNSD was guest-starring on Star King. Jessica and Yoona's faces were smiling and bright as they laughed at the jokes, and Jonghyun licked his lips lightly.
"I think Jessica is prettier than Yoona," Jonghyun commented.
Kibum glared in disdain at the Vogue he was holding, "Her face is puffy."
Jonghyun either didn't hear him, or was ignoring him. "Her legs are longer, too."
Kibum turned the page. "Thunder-thighs."
The older member tilted his head. "I think she looks good blonde."
"Poser," Kibum sighed, and Jonghyun finally turned to give Kibum an incredulous look.
"Yah, what's with the attitude, Kibum?" Jonghyun frowned and folded his arms over his chest.
The diva merely shrugged and flipped another page of his Vogue, by this time not even reading the words or processing the images.
"It's almost like you're jealous or something," Jonghyun grumbled, flipping the channel over to MNet.
"I'm not jealous," Kibum made a huffy noise in the back of his throat.
Jonghyun merely rolled his eyes and leaned against the younger, resting his head on Kibum's shoulder. "It's alright if you are. I think it's cute."
"It's not cute," Kibum mumbled, letting out a breath and finally focusing on an article about Spring fashion.
"It is," Jonghyun insisted, slinging his arm around Kibum's shoulders.
"Don't say things like that," the younger one mumbled.
"Why?" Jonghyun seemed genuinely confused. A slight glimmer of hurt sparkled in his eyes, the frown marring his usually perfect features.
"Because," Kibum's voice was exasperated and slightly exaggerated, as he slammed his magazine down on the coffee table and moved into the kitchen.
Jonghyun blinked after him, and then decided that when Kim Kibum was on a roll, it was best not to get in his way. Or else you might be flattened.
--
The next day, all of SHINee was huddled in front of the television, watching the news. A horrible snow storm swept through Seoul, leaving everyone trapped inside of their homes. SHINee had to cancel their schedules for the day, and were doing their best to stay warm. It was bad enough that the dorm was poorly insulated and had wood floorings; but, Kibum hadn't made it to the grocery store that morning, so they were low on food. Hungry, cooped up teenage boys was definitely not a good mix. Kibum especially was glowering a bit more darkly than anyone else, alone, cuddled up in the recliner with one of Taemin's teddy bears.
"Kibum," Jonghyun spoke up. Since the previous night, Kibum had barely talked to him at all, only going so far as to asking what he wanted for breakfast. "Come to the couch, it's warmer." Even though the four boys were already on it, they were situated comfortably and easily, and there was a perfect spot for Kibum next to Jjong.
What's so special about her, anyway? Mnet was showing music videos, and every time Jessica's face showed, Kibum felt personally mocked. She's fake and has no personality. Maybe he was being irrational and harsh, but still. Jonghyun was... well what was Jonghyun? He was Kibum's best friend. That's how it had always been between the two of them. It wasn't until recently that Jjong started paying attention to females, and Kibum felt... pushed aside.
Wiping the pout off of his face, he sighed and stood up from the recliner, hugging the teddy bear close to his chest. "I'm going to go lay down." It was the middle of the day, but he didn't care.
The four other members watched him with confused eyes, but out of them all, Jonghyun's lingered. Kibum didn't notice, though, as he made his way to the bedroom; Jonghyun stood up and followed Kibum, calling out.
"Yah, Kibum, what's the deal?" The bling-bling demanded harshly, his features in a slight scowl. "You've been PMSing for twenty-four hours straight, and it's really getting old."
Kibum whirled around on his heel, seething, something inside snapping. "Oh? Excuse me, let me just go hole myself up so I don't keep bothering you guys."
Jonghyun huffed, "You know that's not what I mean. Why can't you talk to us about it?"
"Why should I? No one's even bothered to ask me anything!" Kibum's voice was starting to raise; that wasn't good at all. When Kibum's voice raised, hell broke loose.
The three remaining on the couch stayed quiet, and Jonghyun let out a frustrated growl.
"I just fucking asked you!"
Really, Jonghyun was the only one stupid enough to keep after Kibum like this.
"Well it's nothing that you can help," Kibum gestured widely with his hand. "Resident manly-man probably doesn't want to hear about my hair or make-up or fingernail issues."
Jonghyun made a step forward, the look in his eyes menacing, "What the fuck is your problem, Kibum? It's not your hair, it's not your make-up and it's definitely not your manicure because you just got one last week." He snorted - Jonghyun was always able to find some sort of joke, but after a second he shrank back as Kibum took a step forward.
"You're such a fucking idiot! I don't even know why I try sometimes!"
"Now you're blaming me for your bad mood? Oh great Kibum, why don't you just turn the whole dorm into a fiasco of cussing and screaming?"
From the couch, Jinki sat up some and spoke softly, "G-Guys, please keep it down, I don't want the landlady getting upset from the noise--"
"Shut up Jinki!"
Both Kibum and Jonghyun snapped at their leader at the same time, and Jinki obediently shut up and shrank back into the couch. So much for appa trying to interject umma and her deranged nephew from fighting.
"Don't yell at him like that!" Kibum suddenly said, and Jonghyun balked.
"You did the exact same thing!"
"Jonghyun you're such a--"
"What the Hell is wrong with you!?"
They both spoke and stopped at the same time, the silence thick in the air. Kibum breathed deeply, and then finally snapped.
"You're just mad that you can't stop ogling me when I do girl group dances!"
Oh. Well. That... had absolutely nothing to do with the argument at hand, Kibum thought, and wished he could take it back. But really, that was what had been on his mind the whole time. Jonghyun always stared and smiled whenever Kibum did girl group dances, always cheered him on and told him he looked great doing it. So why couldn't he pay attention to Kibum like he did the noonas?
Jonghyun only gaped, silently, and Kibum let out a distressed groan and turned on his heel once more, intending to leave.
"W-Wait! Kibum ah," Jonghyun reached out to grab Kibum's wrist, and in the next instant a loud CRACK! resounded throughout the dorm.
Both boys froze in horror, Kibum's eyes wide and glistening and Jonghyun's mouth ajar, a bright red mark forming on his cheek. His grip on Kibum's wrist went slack, and the rapper took a shaky step back.
"H-Hyung... I-" He covered his own mouth with his hand, the tears flowing down his cheeks. He was utterly appalled that he did such a thing to Jonghyun - Jonghyun, his best friend, his band mate, his... Oh God I've fucked up. Kibum reached out to grab onto the front of Jonghyun's shirt, collapsing to the floor in choked sobs. "Jjong, I'm so sorry, I don't - I don't know why - Please just..." Kibum was rambling. He knew he was rambling.
Jonghyun didn't tell him to shut up, he didn't strike Kibum in return; to the rapper's surprise, the slightly bigger boy wrapped him in an embrace and kissed the top of his head, letting Kibum cry against him.
"J-Jjong... please..." Kibum whimpered, burying his face into the strong chest. "Please just look at me the way you look at the noonas..."
He felt Jonghyun stiffen in his hold, and immediately, once again, Kibum wanted to take back what he said. After a pause, he felt Jonghyun's frame trembling. Was he crying, too? Kibum pulled back and blinked at his hyung, who was starting to laugh uncontrollably. Instantly Kibum huffed and smacked Jonghyun's arm, as he stood up and threw his hands in the air.
"Kim Jonghyun I can't believe you!"
Jonghyun fell over at this point, clutching at his sides as he howled with laughter. "K-Kibum ah... ahaha!"
Once again in a rage, Kibum placed his hands on his hips in the ultimate umma-is-pissed-off gesture. Jonghyun sobered up a bit, wiping the tears from his eyes before he cleared his throat and tried to be calm. Small guffaws were still breaking past his sealed lips, and Kibum's foot started to tap on the kitchen floor.
"You know," Taemin piped up from the couch, his large eyes traveling over towards the pair in the hallway. "The sexual tension is killing us, too, so would you please just get it over with?"
"I'm straight!" Jonghyun shrieked instantaneously, suddenly completely sober, and Kibum grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and started to drag him towards the bedroom.
Jonghyun's yells were loud and desperate, but with the slamming of the bedroom door, they were soon muffled, and then stopped altogether.
Jinki, Minho and Taemin stared at the quiet hallway, before slowly returning their gazes to the television.
"I won't say anything if you won't." Minho mumbled.
"Agreed," Taemin and Jinki both said simultaneously.
--
Behind closed doors, Kibum had shoved Jonghyun onto Jinki's bed - really, it was the most convenient place in the house - his glare replaced with a saucy, seductive look.
"Straight? Is that so," Kibum said, taking a step forward.
It was like a lion stalking a gazelle. Like a bear looking for a fish to catch. Like a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse. Like an estranged mom ready to pop a pimple.
"W-Well, yeah--"
"So why is it that when I do this," Kibum lifted his shirt up some, revealing milky white skin and tantalizing hip bones. He swiveled his hips, his other hands' fingers gently pushing down the brim of his pants to expose more skin, "you can't take your eyes off of me?"
And true enough, Jonghyun's eyes were fixated on the creamy expanse of flesh exposed to him. He couldn't remove his eyes from the view, even as he answered, "--N--Guh."
"Jjong..." Kibum purred softly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Jonghyun's eyes greedily roved over the boys' chest, taking everything in. The rapper took a step forward, his hands roaming over his own skin gently, thumbs hooking in his sweat pants. With a heated swipe of his tongue over his lips, Kibum rolled his hips, watching as Jonghyun's pupils dilated. He read somewhere once that when someone sees what they like, their pupils dilate; when they see something they don't like, their pupils shrink. Right now he could hardly see the chocolate color of Jonghyun's eyes.
Rolling his hips once more, as if there was an invisible beat playing in his head, Kibum lifted a hand to let his thumb trace over his bottom lip; "Hyung, don't you know that those girls can't move like I can...?"
Still, Jonghyun was silent. Kibum didn't mind - it was a good change from the constant yapping that came from Jonghyun's attractive mouth.
With another roll of his hips, Kibum stepped forward, dragging his thumb from his lip, catching the flesh and plumping it slightly, tracing the appendage down his chest, past his navel, and to the waist band of his pants once again. With feline grace that outshined any pretty girl, Kibum lowered his upper body and rested his hands on Jonghyun's thighs, the rapper's lips hovering by Jonghyun's ear.
"Touch me," Kibum whispered hotly, licking the shell of Jonghyun's ear.
A lot faster than either of them expected, Jonghyun's hands were on Kibum's slender hips. He took his time letting his fingers adjust to the sharp planes versus the soft curves, the muscles as opposed to the squishy flesh. Kibum shuddered at the exploratory touches, nuzzling beneath Jonghyun's ear gently and letting his tongue come out and touch the skin gently.
"Touch me, Jonghyun.... now."
He heard Jonghyun swallow, obviously still trying to fight for the last shred of straight masculinity he had left within his body. But that last bit of resolve crumbled as Kibum nipped at the sensitive flesh beneath his ear; in the next second Jonghyun was roughly pulling Kibum onto his lap, hands pushing on the slender hips to get their groins to mesh together, his head dropping back briefly before he fisted a hand in Kibum's multi-colored hair, smashing their mouths together.
It wasn't a kiss so much as a fight for dominance, Jonghyun not wanting to go down without a fight. Kibum bit his bottom lip harshly, but not hard enough to split the flesh, and Jonghyun responded with a growl as he used his grip on Kibum's hair to force his head backwards, exposing that shapely, delicious neck for his lips to devour. The rapper let out a low moan, and Jonghyun stood to place the smaller boy on the floor, Kibum obeying and kneeling before Jonghyun and greedily working on his pants. It was like his fingers couldn't move quick enough, like if he had the ability he would just snap and clothes would disappear.
As soon as he had undone all of the fastenings, he tugged on the pants and the boxer briefs beneath, exposing the tops of milky thighs, Jonghyun's arousal standing at full attention, eye-level with the rapper. Kibum licked his lips, looking much like a kitten ready to devour a bowl full of milk; he descended without hesitation and engulfed the vocalists' cock, lolling his tongue around on the underside as the tip bumped against the back of his throat. Jonghyun's hands went to Kibum's hair, tangling tightly in the locks and forcing the wet heat closer to his pelvis, effectively choking the smaller boy. The spasms around Jonghyun's cock made the vocalist groan as he picked up the pace; Kibum tried to open his throat the best he could to allow the brutal intrusion.
After a few more thrusts, Jonghyun pulled out and gripped the base of his arousal, slapping the length of it against Kibum's cheek. The kneeling boy let out a whimper and tried to put his lips on the flesh again, but Jonghyun gave another slap with his cock before he pulled Kibum up and threw him onto the bed.
"Jjong--"
"Shut up," the older boy said, gripping Kibum's hip and flipping him over onto his stomach, his other hand joining in to raise Kibum's ass into the air, simultaneously pulling the sweats and undergarments down to expose the flesh.
Arching his back gracefully, Kibum propped himself up on his elbows and pushed his ass backwards, "Fuck, Jjong--"
"I told you to shut up," Jonghyun snapped and picked up the corner of the blanket, shoving it into the whimpering rappers' mouth. "Don't talk."
Kibum could only whimper a bit more, the cotton in his mouth soaking up the saliva that was accumulating. Jonghyun's hands were on his hips, and Kibum was dying to see the expression on the rappers' face as his hands mapped the expanse of the pale, arched back. He felt the thick length of the vocalists' cock running along the crevice of his ass, the heat seeping through his skin and making his own arousal leak even more. It was hellish, his legs being trapped in his pants still, the material pooling at his knees. Oh, how he wanted to spread them and expose himself even more for Jonghyun, remind the vocalist who would always be catching his eye, remind Jonghyun just who he was looking at.
It wasn't Jessica.
It wasn't Yoona.
It wasn't even a female that Jonghyun's eyes were devouring, that Jonghyun's eyes were burning searing marks into the flesh. Kibum was taking absolute relish in it, knowing that he had broken down the last of the vocalists' walls, knowing that he was on the receiving end of those hungry glances finally.
Moaning around the blanket in his mouth, Kibum pushed back, his ass coming into contact with that amazing heat once more. He heard the low groan that Jonghyun let out, the sound of it reverberating through his ears, down his neck, his spine, through his cock, and ending in his numb toes and fingertips. Again he rolled his back, the wave starting from his chest, his elbows extending as well to get the roll right down to his hips, expertly grinding his body. The friction of the blanket against his erection was making him shudder, more keens and mewls leaving his lips as he tried to get his point across.
Fuck me now, God damn it!
It was in the next moment that he felt something moist and slick against his entrance; he had mistaken it for a sly finger, but when he felt Jonghyun's nose bump against his skin his whole body flushed in arousal. He resisted pushing back, but the feeling of Jonghyun's tongue inside of him was just too much. His noises started to become more desperate; along with the tongue that was teasing his walls a finger finally did join in, working inwards and stretching as best as possible.
All of the sensation left him at once, and Kibum's ass pushed back searchingly without him realizing it - and then it all came back at once, full force, multiplied by at least a hundred.
Hot and blunt, the tip of Jonghyun's cock pressed against the dripping hole, and though he wasn't very prepared, or at least as prepared as he should have been, Kibum pressed against the erection.
"You're not ready yet," Jonghyun said; though, the tone of his voice was all that Kibum needed. It was dripping with lust and barely controlled hunger, and Kibum spit out the blanket and turned a heated glare over his shoulder.
"If you don't fuck me right now, I swear to God I will tie you up and take it for myself, Jonghyun!"
That was all the encouragement Jonghyun needed - he gripped Kibum's hips with enough force to bruise, and slammed in to Kibum's body hard enough that the rapper cried out, his voice going hoarse as he gripped the duvet with white knuckles. In one sweep Jonghyun was seated completely, his balls resting against Kibum's thighs hotly, every part of their flesh that was touching erupting with sparks of white-hot pleasure. Heavy panting filled the room, and Kibum did another roll of his hips - a roll that should not have been possible in the current situation. But, his body moved on its own will, and Jonghyun's cock shifted inside of his body, making them both groan out.
Not able to support himself anymore, Kibum's elbows gave out as his chest came into contact with the bed, his face turned to the side as he panted harshly. Jonghyun pulled out a fraction and forced himself back in, picking up a brutal pace. With one hand firmly positioned on Kibum's hip, the other hand reached to the multi-colored hair to yank the pliant boy upwards again, his neck craning and back arching.
"Like that, slut?" Jonghyun asked, bending over to speak into Kibum's ear as he pistoned his hips sharply. "Like my cock in your ass?"
"Y-Yes!" Kibum gasped, his eyes squeezing shut. The vicious tugging on his hair met with the forceful thrusts of Jonghyun's hips were making his mind go numb. "Fuck -- Jonghyun --"
"This is where you belong, Kibum," Jonghyun's voice was low as he growled into the rappers' ear. "You belong on my dick. Got it?"
This was quite the change from the Jongyhun that had been openly goggling the SNSD girls; from supposed heterosexual manly-man to sticking his dick into a male band members' ass, Kibum was loving every minute of it. He knew he was a slut, he knew this is what he craved from his best friend since they hit puberty, since they got famous and everything around them seemed to become more and more attractive, themselves included.
"Yes, Jjong, fuck -- harder!" Kibum howled, his hips moving back to meet Jonghyun's as best as they could.
Jonghyun released his grip on Kibum's hair, the latter's head falling down to press into the mattress as he worked his thighs and lower back to press against the wonderful intrusion that was Jonghyun. Biting his lower lip, Kibum kept moving his body in deliciously sinful ways, each movement making Jonghyun groan and angle his cock differently, hitting that special spot inside of the rapper in a new way every time. Tears were gathering at Kibum's eyes, and in the next moment his body was being lifted up; his back against Jonghyun's chest as the new angle added an entirely foreign sensation, Kibum's arms raising up so his hands could rest on the back of his hyung's neck, helping the other to drive deeper within him.
It was like this that he lost his control, all of his resolve; Jonghyun's hand wrapped around his neglected erection and gave it a few pumps, Kibum's body clenching and spasming as he released his seed, orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave from head to toe, numbing his finger tips and the farthest corners of his body. His clenching brought Jonghyun over the edge as well, the hotness of his seed consuming him from the inside out as they both collapsed onto the bed.
For a moment, they were spaced apart from each other as they caught their breath. Kibum closed his eyes and wondered briefly; Is this it? But when Jonghyun's arm snaked around his waist, a small smile graced the rappers' lips as he rolled over and snuggled closer to the older boy.
"You're prettier than those girls, you know," he heard Jonghyun mumble, and Kibum responded by nuzzling into the vocalists' chest.
"I know."
The door creaked open, and their peaceful moment was ruined by the shriek of their leader.
"WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY BED!?"