Madly in Bed with You [1/2]
Madly in Bed with You
Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG 13
Genre: romance?
Word Count: 1771
Summary: Four years of building sexual frustration needs to be released. Soon.
Taemin had known Minho since sixth grade. The taller boy had transferred into his school two grades ahead of him, and even though they’d shared no classes, they had a shared lunch period. Taemin had been fascinated by the taller boy at the time, admiring him from afar whenever he could.
Now Taemin was a freshman, Minho a junior. Minho had changed a lot in three years. He’d gotten even taller, his shoulders had become broader, his jaw line more distinct, lips plumper, legs more defined…Taemin could go on and on.
It really wasn’t a secret that Taemin lusted after the older boy. But despite his desire for the delicious body that passed his in the halls every day, he was too shy to act upon it. He was so shy that he’d known Minho for nearly four years, yet he’d never spoken to the object of his lust.
Not once.
Minho had known Taemin since eighth grade. He didn’t remember much about that year since he’d been so busy with sports and studying. One thing he did remember though, was that he’d thought Taemin was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen-with a smile that could melt you on the spot.
Three years later he still thought the same-unless Taemin had become even more beautiful. His lovely almond shaped eyes that sparkled with joy, those gorgeous lips, that smile of his, feathery hair that framed his face-light brown and shoulder length this time.
But even though Taemin had been the object of his desires for almost four years, he’d never gained the courage to speak to the boy.
Not once.
Taemin was so busy scrawling ‘Choi Minho’ into the margins of his notebook that he almost missed the announcement of a school-wide ‘partnership project.’ From what he understood-once he started listening-freshmen were to be paired with juniors and sophomores with seniors. Once the pairs were established, they were to go do some kind of volunteer work/community service for the weekend. It had something to do with showing the city how responsible its students were.
But Taemin didn’t care about that. He cared about the pairs. Freshmen and juniors. Taemin and Minho. Or so he hoped.
He nearly died of anticipation as he waited for the teacher to call his name. After what felt like forever, she finally did. He sat up straighter in his seat, looking at her with hopeful eyes. “Choi Minho is your partner,” she said, moving right on to the next student.
Choi Minho. Choi Minho. My Choi Minho is my partner! he thought excitedly, bouncing in his seat as his heart fluttered nervously.
We’re going to be together…for the whole weekend!
To say that Minho was happy he was partnered with Taemin would be a massive understatement. It was the opportunity he’d been waiting for for years. We get to spend an entire weekend together!
Minho was so excited to get started that he nearly ripped the paper out of his teacher’s hands. He read over their specified activity and couldn’t help but smile wider. We get to clean the school pool…by ourselves…on the weekend. He had to resort to thinking about unappealing things in order to not become aroused in class. That one time my umma was trying to dance Abracadabra in just her underwear…
“You now have the rest of the period to meet up with your partners and decide how and when you’ll do your activity this weekend. You are dismissed.”
Minho nearly jumped out of his seat, stuffing the paper with their assignment unceremoniously into his navy blue backpack. He made his way downstairs to the floor where freshmen classes were held, scanning the other students now looking for their partners.
It’s a good thing I’m so tall, he thought with relief, spotting Taemin standing next to the lockers. Minho made his way over hesitantly, the fear and nervousness outweighing his previous excitement. I’ve never actually talked to him…what should I say? What should I do?
“Annyeonghaseyo,” he greeted with a smile, trying to appear cool and collected.
Taemin nearly fainted on the spot. He’s speaking to me! Choi Minho is speaking to me!
He was silent for several seconds before he stuttered out a quiet, “A-Annyeonghaseyo Minho-sunbaenim.” He even accompanied it with a small bow. I want to make a good impression.
Minho let out a short laugh as Taemin stood upright again. “You don’t have to be so formal,” he said, smiling again. His voice is so… TaeMin couldn’t even think of a word to describe Minho’s voice. He could certainly think of some sounds though-unf being one of them. “You can call me hyung if you’d like,” the older boy continued.
Taemin relaxed a little, finally smiling back. Things were quiet and very awkward for the next few seconds. Taemin finally worked up the courage to fill the increasingly awkward silence. “Um…Park seonsaengnim told us that our partners would have the papers with our activities on it…” he said hesitantly, unable to make eye contact. I wait four years to talk to him and this is what we talk about? he thought disappointedly, upset with himself.
“We get to clean the pool here at school,” Minho told him, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly.
“That should be interesting,” Taemin said, laughing nervously, copying Minho’s action of scratching his neck. This will be very interesting, he thought, smiling a little.
The next morning Minho felt very much like a teenage girl getting ready for a date as he tried to find something suitable to wear. After too many minutes of indecision, he finally settled on a pair of blue swim trunks and a white shirt that he’d nearly outgrown. Probably going to be getting wet and semi dirty today. Might as well wear something I don’t mind messing up.
After a quick breakfast, he slipped on his flip flops, heading out the door. When Minho arrived at the school pool and saw that Taemin was already there he was happy. When he registered what the boy was wearing he nearly had a heart attack.
He had most of his hair pulled back into a small ponytail, his bangs framing his delicate face. He was wearing a simple black tank top and a pair of shorts. A pair of cutoff denim shorts that revealed so much of his slender legs that Minho was convinced Taemin must not be wearing any underwear. I swear I can see his ass already and he’s not even bending over. Cute yellow flip flops decorated with rubber duckies completed the outfit and Minho wanted to facepalm at the sheer Taeminness of it. That boy is so sexy yet so cute…I don’t understand it.
Taemin looked up from the algae covered water, his nose scrunched up and his tongue sticking out adorably. “Oh Minho hyung, you’re here,” he said excitedly, breaking out into the most breathtaking smile he’d ever seen.
Minho smiled too, stepping closer to Taemin. “Yeah, I just got here. I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” he apologized, glad that they seemed to be pretty much over the awkwardness of yesterday.
“Oh, I’ve only been here a couple minutes,” Taemin reassured him, fixing the strap of his tank top that had fallen off his shoulder.
Minho had to resist the urge to lick his lips at the sight. He didn’t want to creep Taemin out.
As they worked throughout the day at cleaning the algae off the water and the litter from around the deck of the pool, Taemin found that he could not keep his eyes off Minho. His swim trunks clung to his muscular legs and emphasized his amazing ass. Taemin had honestly caught himself nearly drooling because of that ass once today.
And if that weren’t enough to make Taemin scatterbrained and far too hot, Minho had to be wearing a too-small white shirt that he’d practically sweated through. It didn’t disgust Taemin one bit. If anything, it only made Minho more attractive than he already was. His shirt is so transparent that I can see his abs, Taemin observed, lugging the bucket they were scooping the algae into closer to Minho.
“I think that’s it,” Minho said a few minutes later, laying the scooper down and rubbing his hands together triumphantly. Taemin smiled widely. Minho: 1. Pool: 0.
Taemin watched, feeling too hot yet again, as Minho ran his hands through his sweaty hair. Minho turned to him, smiling. “What do you think?” he asked.
“I think I could fall madly in bed with you,” he blurted unthinkingly. As soon as he registered what he’d said, he blushed the shade of an overripe tomato.
“Is that some sort of pickup line?” Minho asked, amusement and something darker in his tone-something that made goosebumps break out all over Taemin’s skin.
He shrugged, watching a bead of sweat make its way down Minho’s neck so he didn’t have to make eye contact. “I don’t know…it just slipped out,” he admitted, glancing up at Minho. When he saw the heat and undeniable lust in the other’s eyes, he felt himself smirking slightly. “Did it work?” he asked, feeling braver than he’d ever felt in his whole life.
Minho made an affirmative noise, grabbing Taemin’s slim arms to pull him close. “There’s only one problem though,” Minho said, sighing exaggeratedly.
“What?” Taemin asked hesitantly, terribly afraid he was going to be rejected.
“We’re lacking a bed,” Minho informed him, grinning mischievously.
Taemin grinned back, pressing himself against Minho. They were both hard. “My mommy’s not home,” he whispered breathily, making sure his lips brushed MinHo’s ear as he spoke.
Minho nearly took him right there on the hot cement.
My mommy’s not home. That sentence shouldn’t have made him so aroused, but it did. It turned him on beyond belief. “My car’s right around the corner,” Minho told him, making sure to whisper the words into Taemin’s ear just as Taemin had done to him.
Taemin turned so he could whisper back into Minho’s ear. “If you drive fast enough we can be at my house in under five minutes.” Minho’s breath hitched and he felt impossibly hot. On top of Taemin’s breath and lips, he could have sworn he felt tongue that time too.
“That might be too long,” Minho growled, towing Taemin to his car. If they didn’t make it to Taemin’s house in the promised five minutes, Minho was just going to pull over and take Taemin in his car. After all-four years of pent up sexual frustration needed to be released. Soon.
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Pairing: 2min
Rating: PG 13
Genre: romance?
Word Count: 1771
Summary: Four years of building sexual frustration needs to be released. Soon.
Taemin had known Minho since sixth grade. The taller boy had transferred into his school two grades ahead of him, and even though they’d shared no classes, they had a shared lunch period. Taemin had been fascinated by the taller boy at the time, admiring him from afar whenever he could.
Now Taemin was a freshman, Minho a junior. Minho had changed a lot in three years. He’d gotten even taller, his shoulders had become broader, his jaw line more distinct, lips plumper, legs more defined…Taemin could go on and on.
It really wasn’t a secret that Taemin lusted after the older boy. But despite his desire for the delicious body that passed his in the halls every day, he was too shy to act upon it. He was so shy that he’d known Minho for nearly four years, yet he’d never spoken to the object of his lust.
Not once.
Minho had known Taemin since eighth grade. He didn’t remember much about that year since he’d been so busy with sports and studying. One thing he did remember though, was that he’d thought Taemin was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen-with a smile that could melt you on the spot.
Three years later he still thought the same-unless Taemin had become even more beautiful. His lovely almond shaped eyes that sparkled with joy, those gorgeous lips, that smile of his, feathery hair that framed his face-light brown and shoulder length this time.
But even though Taemin had been the object of his desires for almost four years, he’d never gained the courage to speak to the boy.
Not once.
Taemin was so busy scrawling ‘Choi Minho’ into the margins of his notebook that he almost missed the announcement of a school-wide ‘partnership project.’ From what he understood-once he started listening-freshmen were to be paired with juniors and sophomores with seniors. Once the pairs were established, they were to go do some kind of volunteer work/community service for the weekend. It had something to do with showing the city how responsible its students were.
But Taemin didn’t care about that. He cared about the pairs. Freshmen and juniors. Taemin and Minho. Or so he hoped.
He nearly died of anticipation as he waited for the teacher to call his name. After what felt like forever, she finally did. He sat up straighter in his seat, looking at her with hopeful eyes. “Choi Minho is your partner,” she said, moving right on to the next student.
Choi Minho. Choi Minho. My Choi Minho is my partner! he thought excitedly, bouncing in his seat as his heart fluttered nervously.
We’re going to be together…for the whole weekend!
To say that Minho was happy he was partnered with Taemin would be a massive understatement. It was the opportunity he’d been waiting for for years. We get to spend an entire weekend together!
Minho was so excited to get started that he nearly ripped the paper out of his teacher’s hands. He read over their specified activity and couldn’t help but smile wider. We get to clean the school pool…by ourselves…on the weekend. He had to resort to thinking about unappealing things in order to not become aroused in class. That one time my umma was trying to dance Abracadabra in just her underwear…
“You now have the rest of the period to meet up with your partners and decide how and when you’ll do your activity this weekend. You are dismissed.”
Minho nearly jumped out of his seat, stuffing the paper with their assignment unceremoniously into his navy blue backpack. He made his way downstairs to the floor where freshmen classes were held, scanning the other students now looking for their partners.
It’s a good thing I’m so tall, he thought with relief, spotting Taemin standing next to the lockers. Minho made his way over hesitantly, the fear and nervousness outweighing his previous excitement. I’ve never actually talked to him…what should I say? What should I do?
“Annyeonghaseyo,” he greeted with a smile, trying to appear cool and collected.
Taemin nearly fainted on the spot. He’s speaking to me! Choi Minho is speaking to me!
He was silent for several seconds before he stuttered out a quiet, “A-Annyeonghaseyo Minho-sunbaenim.” He even accompanied it with a small bow. I want to make a good impression.
Minho let out a short laugh as Taemin stood upright again. “You don’t have to be so formal,” he said, smiling again. His voice is so… TaeMin couldn’t even think of a word to describe Minho’s voice. He could certainly think of some sounds though-unf being one of them. “You can call me hyung if you’d like,” the older boy continued.
Taemin relaxed a little, finally smiling back. Things were quiet and very awkward for the next few seconds. Taemin finally worked up the courage to fill the increasingly awkward silence. “Um…Park seonsaengnim told us that our partners would have the papers with our activities on it…” he said hesitantly, unable to make eye contact. I wait four years to talk to him and this is what we talk about? he thought disappointedly, upset with himself.
“We get to clean the pool here at school,” Minho told him, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly.
“That should be interesting,” Taemin said, laughing nervously, copying Minho’s action of scratching his neck. This will be very interesting, he thought, smiling a little.
The next morning Minho felt very much like a teenage girl getting ready for a date as he tried to find something suitable to wear. After too many minutes of indecision, he finally settled on a pair of blue swim trunks and a white shirt that he’d nearly outgrown. Probably going to be getting wet and semi dirty today. Might as well wear something I don’t mind messing up.
After a quick breakfast, he slipped on his flip flops, heading out the door. When Minho arrived at the school pool and saw that Taemin was already there he was happy. When he registered what the boy was wearing he nearly had a heart attack.
He had most of his hair pulled back into a small ponytail, his bangs framing his delicate face. He was wearing a simple black tank top and a pair of shorts. A pair of cutoff denim shorts that revealed so much of his slender legs that Minho was convinced Taemin must not be wearing any underwear. I swear I can see his ass already and he’s not even bending over. Cute yellow flip flops decorated with rubber duckies completed the outfit and Minho wanted to facepalm at the sheer Taeminness of it. That boy is so sexy yet so cute…I don’t understand it.
Taemin looked up from the algae covered water, his nose scrunched up and his tongue sticking out adorably. “Oh Minho hyung, you’re here,” he said excitedly, breaking out into the most breathtaking smile he’d ever seen.
Minho smiled too, stepping closer to Taemin. “Yeah, I just got here. I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” he apologized, glad that they seemed to be pretty much over the awkwardness of yesterday.
“Oh, I’ve only been here a couple minutes,” Taemin reassured him, fixing the strap of his tank top that had fallen off his shoulder.
Minho had to resist the urge to lick his lips at the sight. He didn’t want to creep Taemin out.
As they worked throughout the day at cleaning the algae off the water and the litter from around the deck of the pool, Taemin found that he could not keep his eyes off Minho. His swim trunks clung to his muscular legs and emphasized his amazing ass. Taemin had honestly caught himself nearly drooling because of that ass once today.
And if that weren’t enough to make Taemin scatterbrained and far too hot, Minho had to be wearing a too-small white shirt that he’d practically sweated through. It didn’t disgust Taemin one bit. If anything, it only made Minho more attractive than he already was. His shirt is so transparent that I can see his abs, Taemin observed, lugging the bucket they were scooping the algae into closer to Minho.
“I think that’s it,” Minho said a few minutes later, laying the scooper down and rubbing his hands together triumphantly. Taemin smiled widely. Minho: 1. Pool: 0.
Taemin watched, feeling too hot yet again, as Minho ran his hands through his sweaty hair. Minho turned to him, smiling. “What do you think?” he asked.
“I think I could fall madly in bed with you,” he blurted unthinkingly. As soon as he registered what he’d said, he blushed the shade of an overripe tomato.
“Is that some sort of pickup line?” Minho asked, amusement and something darker in his tone-something that made goosebumps break out all over Taemin’s skin.
He shrugged, watching a bead of sweat make its way down Minho’s neck so he didn’t have to make eye contact. “I don’t know…it just slipped out,” he admitted, glancing up at Minho. When he saw the heat and undeniable lust in the other’s eyes, he felt himself smirking slightly. “Did it work?” he asked, feeling braver than he’d ever felt in his whole life.
Minho made an affirmative noise, grabbing Taemin’s slim arms to pull him close. “There’s only one problem though,” Minho said, sighing exaggeratedly.
“What?” Taemin asked hesitantly, terribly afraid he was going to be rejected.
“We’re lacking a bed,” Minho informed him, grinning mischievously.
Taemin grinned back, pressing himself against Minho. They were both hard. “My mommy’s not home,” he whispered breathily, making sure his lips brushed MinHo’s ear as he spoke.
Minho nearly took him right there on the hot cement.
My mommy’s not home. That sentence shouldn’t have made him so aroused, but it did. It turned him on beyond belief. “My car’s right around the corner,” Minho told him, making sure to whisper the words into Taemin’s ear just as Taemin had done to him.
Taemin turned so he could whisper back into Minho’s ear. “If you drive fast enough we can be at my house in under five minutes.” Minho’s breath hitched and he felt impossibly hot. On top of Taemin’s breath and lips, he could have sworn he felt tongue that time too.
“That might be too long,” Minho growled, towing Taemin to his car. If they didn’t make it to Taemin’s house in the promised five minutes, Minho was just going to pull over and take Taemin in his car. After all-four years of pent up sexual frustration needed to be released. Soon.
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