Moving On
Title: Quasimodo
Rating: PG-13 (NC17 later)
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU, angst, romance, humor, fluff
Summary: Up in the bell tower, high above the town, one lone boy rang the bells. One lone boy watched those who passed by on the streets below. One lone boy fell in love with another boy whose smile lit up his dark world.
It hadn't taken Key long to appear in the bell tower's foyer, empty bags in hand and a determined look on his face. Minho had pleaded, trying to make his hyung see reason behind the madness. He didn't want to mooch off of Taemin and his hyungs. He wanted to provide for himself like he always had, he wanted to be independent and self assured like always, but Key would have none of it. He expressed his concern for Minho living alone before and wouldn't allow him to move into a shelter. Plus Kibum knew that Taemin would be eternally grateful towards him if he forced the bell keeper to live with them. He knew his dongsaeng and could tell just how hung up the auburn haired kid was. It was in his eyes, the way they lit up whenever they met Minho's or how they would turn into cresents at every little sweet moment.
Up in the small room, Key was busily packing away things, occasionally holding up things to Minho to get his approval. Minho would nod or shake his head as he continued to place his belongings into two boxes, mostly his few books and small trinkets his father left behind. The boy lived sparsely, giving them ample time to pack up everything and move them back to the dorm. It may have taken only a few hours to get everything boxed up and ready to move, but it felt like an eternity to Minho. He was leaving everything behind, his entire life boxed up and ready to move to a new location.
Something big like this usually would leave him feeling anxious, or completely nervous, but he was ready. He wanted to take that next step in his life. He was ready to move on and would gladly do so with Taemin by his side. There were only four boxes, one filled with clothes that was light enough for Taemin to carry. Minho picked up two of them, his father's leather pack back slung over his shoulders as he lifted them like they were nothing. Before he left, he stood at the top of the staircase, looking over his golden bells that he cared for like his children. Separation anxiety almost setting in as he let his gaze travel over the orange tinged scene, memories dancing like ghosts across the floor.
Minho was frozen, unable to move as his eyes misted for a moment. It just felt so overwhelming, but a soft touch to his wrist snapped him out of his thoughts, his gaze moving to the small boy smiling at him. The soft feel of warm finger tips against his cool skin grounded him for the moment and he could feel his pulse as Taemin held down with a slight pressure. The pace quickened for a moment as Minho dully sensed the pulse beneath his skin as his eyes met the illuminated glance, his breath catching. He was sure the boy felt his racing pulse, but as quickly as it started to thunder in his chest, it settled into a steady rhythm as he found solstice in that tender stare.
"Hyung?" The voice was soft, cushioned by the emotions within the younger male. His lips trembled slightly, just a quiver of the thoughts he held at bay. He worried over Minho more then he should, he was so concerned with the bell keeper's well being that he was willing to risk his own. Taemin had never met someone who had suffered so much and he wanted to reach out towards him and wrap him up in a safe cocoon of serenity for all eternity. His heart ached for Minho and sometimes when he noticed the sadness cloud over the doe-like eyes, his heart would clench and he would hold in tears of his own.
Minho watched as the younger boy held in everything he wished to say, all the things he couldn't bring himself to voice because there were no words in any language that could express the turmoil in his young mind. A large hand reached out, softly landing on the side of the milky face, thumb brushing sweetly over the plus bottom lip as Minho tried to calm the poor boy before him, his mouth running slightly dry. The distance seemed to close a millimeter a minute as Taemin shifted forward, head tilting back just so as his eyes slipped closed. Minho bent just enough so the younger would have no need to boost himself up, moving his thumb away from his mouth as he replaced it with his own eager pair of lips.
It was soothing, the sweet press of flesh, molding a new future together with the action. Though it was nothing new at this point, it still felt like an experience that neither were blessed to feel until that moment. Minho cupped Taemin's cheek softly, fingers brushing over smooth skin to go further and tangle into silen locks of auburn. The kiss was innocent in nature, nothing heated or needy, just one of passion and caring. Lips pressed to lips in promises that would be uphelp to the best of their abilities. Noses brushes softly as they broke for a short intermission, switching the tilts of their heads only to meet again in a soft press of mouths. Their eyes stayed closed, shocks of colors dancing behind their lids as their orifices began to open with the slow insistancy of tongues.
The kiss was on the verge of deepening, dancing on the tips od their tongues when a sound from downstairs called up to them, making them rip apart. "Taemin-ah! Are you alright?" Kibum sounded worried, his voice amplified as it ascended the stairs and fell on the two boys' eardrums. They ripped apart, looking fearful for a moment before giving each other soft, lopsided smiles.
"Ne hyung! Minho just forgot something..." the boy called back before grabbing his box and trailing down the stairs. Relief flooded Minho's system before he resumed carrying his own boxes and joining the pair downstairs to see Key fussing over Taemin. A chuckle escaped him before the trio began their trek to the apartment just a few blocks away.
The trip was short, Minho's long legs carrying him quickly while the other two stuggled to keep up. He couldn't help but feel elated with the prospect of living with Taemin, it was like all of secret hopes were coming to fruition right before his very eyes. Upon entry into his new home, he gave Key a questioning glance, but the diva just kept walking straight to the maknae's room, depositing the box he carried in there. "There should be enough room in Taemin's closet for your clothes. You don't have many and neither does he, though I insist on buying him more. He just doesn't listen, fashion is an art and a statement, not just something you throw on your body." Key clicked his tongue in annoyance and walked out of the room, leaving the two boys alone.
Taemin gave a soft sound of disapproval before opening his box filled with clothes. "Come on hyung, let's get you moved in. Key likes his side of the room a certain way, so don't put any of your things over there, we'll fit you in on my side." The boy gave the elder male a cute smile before unpacking the clothes and setting them in his closet one by one. Taemin sorted the clothes out of habit, something Key had taught him long ago.
After a short while, all of Minho's things, including his father's leather bag, fit into the room, making it feel a bit more like home. It was as if he had lived their his entire life, every item he brought falling right into place and it made him feel cozy on the inside. He remembered something his father once told him, something that was fuzzy in his memory, something about everything running smoothly if it was meant to be. Minho found that every single thing that happened with Taemin ran as if it were a well oiled machince, making time seem faster and life much more significant.
When they were done, both boys collapsed on the bed, grinning widely at one another as they laid side by side. Minho had his hands under his head as he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes tracing the imperfections in the plaster with a careful gaze. Taemin's head lay on his bent arm, his hair tickling his skin as he moved every so often. They talked softly, mapping out a false future together that made them laugh and share sweet glances, grins spreading over their features.
"Taemin-ah..." The call came from the door and Taemin sat up on his elbows, eyes wide with concern as he saw Kibum standing there with a full bag slung over his shoulder and a scowl on his delicate features. "The washer's broken, Jonghyun did laundry last, who knows what's wrong with it. I'm going down to the laundry mat. I could be gone awhile. Can I trust you and Minho to put on dinner, it's already in the oven and the directions are on the refridgerator. Follow them." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't forget about it you two."
Taemin blinked innocently, watching Key walk away. He didn't really know what to think about that. Instead he turned to Minho and grinned, falling onto the elder boy as he heard the front door close and lock behind his umma. "Hyung..." A permanent smile seemed to be plastered on his face as he wiggled in closely to lover, worming his way in to settle between Minho's long legs, arms falling into folds on his chest.
The younger boy's breath caught for a moment, his eyes dilating as they took in the sight before them. Minho was bathed in a the warm sunlight, creating a beautiful glow around him. In that moment, he looked princely, utterly goregous in the light, making Taemin pause to admire him. His fingers reached out, softly tracing the lines of the handsome face, tongue flickering out to lick his lips. He could hardly believe for a moment something so beautiful was his and that fact along made his heart stutter happily in his chest.
***
A shy grin crept over his face before he leaned forward with little warning, claiming Minho's lips for his own. The elder didn't mind at all, moving his hands from behind his head to wrap loosely around the petite waist, tightening his hold lightly as they kiss slowly. This kiss was more then the one they shared earlier that day, heated and intense, tongues meeting in a silent battle immediately. Something shifted in the air, the crackle of want and desire arising as Taemin pressed forward, trapping the heat in Minho's jeans as it began to stir.
Fingers tangled in long locks as wet muscles slipped and pressed against one another. It was as if both were waiting for the opportunity to have at each other once again, to alleviate that growing pressure within their bodies to touch, to be with one another. Taemin gave a soft sound, arching his hips to swirl unconciously against Minho's lower body. His entire being ached to be touch and he felt warm hands sliding down his clothed back and then fingers dipping under the small shirt to discard it on the floor.
It may have been the second time within a short period of time, but both were already used to the natural instinct that seemed to override everything about this act. Hands touched heated flesh, tracing bone structures beneath tender skin. Lips mapped over lines and curves of muscles, creating a path that only the two boys would ever know the way to. Eyes drank in the sights of alabaster planes on the horizon of sheets and pillows, imprinting an image that could never be erased. Ears perked at the soft sounds emitted from vocal chords, combining cacophonus sounds into the sweetest melody either had ever heard.
Taemin was above Minho, laying so their chests touch as he kissed him. His eager body rubbed their lower, naked halves together, creating a delicious friction as he moaned and cried into Minho's mouth. His hands were tangled into his lover's long fingers, cling to them as if they were his life line. The elder slipped one hand away, breaking his mouth away from Taemin's plush lips for a moment as he reached blindly under the mattress. Earlier while they were packing, the bottle that Taemin had bought found its way in between the layers of the bed and both were now happy of its hiding spot.
The maknae felt as the bell keeper moved around, he heard the soft pop of the bottle top, felt Minho's warm hand on his lower back and then in between the cheeks as he gave his slightly sore opening as soft caress with his finger. Taemin shuddered, burying his face into Minho's neck as he let the elder work him open, making him moan beautifully into the bell keeper's ear. Fingers lazily moved deep with in him, taking their time to reopen him and coat every inch they could reach. It made him pathetically turned on as he clenched his hands in the sheets, face twisting in sheer pleasure as Minho touched him, worked his body like a finely tuned instrument.
When the digits were removed, Taemin gave a soft sound, sitting up slowly, hands resting on Minho's chest as he shifted around to stradle his waist. He heard a soft hiss, looking down to see a large hand slicking up his lover's arousal and he gave a tiny smile. The younger moved forward slightly, reaching back blindly to stroke at the erection behind him slowly. It was a bit clumsy, finding a way to get Minho in easily, but they worked at it until his blunt tip brushed over his entrance before easing in slowly.
Taemin gave an audible gasp, the sting not as bad as the first time, his fingers dug into Minho's chest as he lowered himself slowly. He whimpered all the way down, back arching forward to ease the uncomfortable feeling somewhat. He gave a soft sound, resting once he was flush with Minho's hips, head tossed back as he panted in the heated air. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and they had barely even started. Minho's hands rested on Taemin's hips, watching the amazing sight above him.
The maknae was slow to move at first, lifting up gingerly to return to his former position in the same manner. His body seemed to adjust faster, finding Minho's girth easier to handle. Taemin began to rock his hips, thighs straining as he lifted and lowered himself down, each time a shock of pleasure coursed up his spine as he impaled himself. He gave soft cries as he felt the sweet pressure building within his groin as he gave Minho a pleasure neither of them had ever known.
It lasted longer with the slow rocking and tilt of the hips that Taemin provided, but the boy's legs were growing tired, his body slumping forward more as he forced himself into the repitious motions. His face wore a mask of concentration as he began to work to make Minho feel even better, though the bell keeper was already in utter bliss. A tight squeeze to his hips made him pause while he was up higher and a shift made him rise even more. Without warning it was no longer Taemin doing the work, but Minho as he pistoned his hips upwards, pressing up into Taemin as he gave a grunt.
The boy gave a cry, head flying back as Minho took over. Taemin fell back slightly, arm bracing himself on the bed as he gripped the sheets for sanity. Every thrust was one closer to the end and it was driving him insane. When he felt like he could take no more, a warm hand wrapped around his length, tugging insistently, begging him to jump over the edge into oblivion. With one last sound, Taemin saw white, his body tensing in midair as his hips jerked forward, his essence coating Minho's stomach. The elder had found his own release deep within the boy, his own hips slowly rocking in and out as he rode out the overwhelming orgasm.
***
Taemin collapsed forward, panting into Minho's neck as he felt large arms wrap around him. He gave a tired yawn, his eyes blinking heavily. He felt the sheets pulled over him and briefly thought of Kibum's food. But when he felt a warm kiss on his forehead, he pushed the thought away, knowing he could get to it later. He gave a content sound before falling to sleep wrapped up around the bell keeper.
A/N: Omona, I promise to get around to answering everyone's comments D: I've just been busy, I'm so sorry!