Personal Rehab (Chapter 10)
Title: Personal Rehab
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: Minho has been with Taemin for the past month and his cousin isn't happy about his sudden disappearance. He has Joon and Jiyong search for him and it potentially ruins everything Taemin has done to try and fix Minho.
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“That fucker.” Joon hit end angrily for the fiftieth time that night. “Why the fuck is his number disconnected, Tabi!?”
“The same reason he hasn’t been at his place for the last month.” He didn’t know what that was, but the two were connected. “He’s hiding from us, Joon.”
They hadn’t heard from Minho since he went out with Jiyong to scoop that deal a little over a month ago. “That stupid boy toy of yours left Minho to die!”
Seunghyun shook his head. “No, he’s not dead. We would have seen his body by now.”
“Still, you’d better punish that kid for what he did to my Mi−”
“Your what?” Seunghyun looked up at him, unamused. “I know I didn’t just hear you referring to Minho as yours.”
Joon sat back down, scolded for his fit. “Ugh why do you care!? He’s pissing you off anyway!”
The older shook his head, irritated with the loud, nearly diva-like attitude Joon had lately. “Go home, alright? I’m bored with you.”
~*~
He stepped into the chic café and sat at the counter, waiting for one of the baristas to come over. He was up for flirting, having not gotten any action since stupid Minho disappeared. Soon he saw a slim, artsy looking guy make his way over, thick stylish glasses that were only for looks adorning his perfectly kept face.
“Can I get you something?” He barely paid attention to Joon as he rearranged some mugs.
“It’s been a while, Kibum.” He smirked, lowering his voice a bit menacingly.
“…Joon.” Key replied, staring at him with a mixture of fright and surprise. “Ne, it has.” He looked away again to will away his reddened face.
“What a coincidence to see you here. I always imagined you working in a place like this.”
Key side-eyed him. “A place like what?” He wished the remnant from his past would up and leave, and quickly. “And why are you here…?” He asked quietly, demanding.
“Well first I was just thirsty for a latte, but now I’m thirsty for something else…” Joon swirled his finger on the countertop. “You’re looking good these days.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Key clenched his jaw and warned him with serious eyes. “I’ll call the police. Don’t think I won’t.”
“Aw c’mon, you don’t think I’m a better person nowadays? You don’t give me any credit.” He pouted and made a sickening cutesy noise as he spoke.
Key looked around the café and wished for the first time ever that they were busier; there was no scapegoat for him to escape from this conversation. “Joon, you nearly broke a dozen bones in my body. Don’t make me remember it, please.” He sighed and backed away a bit. “I really wish you’d leave.” The restraining order he’d had the police issue only lasted for two years unless other incidents happened, unfortunately.
“Look at you now, though! You’re nice and healthy. Besides, it was an accident. We both know that.” Joon smiled, speaking for both of them. “I’m not using anymore anyway~”
“Bullshit you’re not.” Key was getting impatient. “Your kind never change. I’m trying to save my friend from one of you before he gets the shit beat out of him, too! It’s so funny how history repeats itself, you know. He’s taking care of this guy expecting nothing in return as he tries to nurse him back to health because he so desperately believes that he can cure him. I had to learn the hard way that that is just not possible and it seems like he has to now, too.” He nearly went off on a rant before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Just leave, okay? Or I’m calling the cops.”
Joon’s eyes were wide; he may have just solved a puzzle. “Alright, just answer me one thing.”
“What!?”
“Who is your friend taking care of?”
Key swallowed, still insistent on protecting Taemin’s name. “Why do you care!?”
“Just tell me.” He was in no mood to argue.
“Choi Minho. Now leave.”
Joon smirked and nearly let out a triumphant laugh. “Thanks darling. As always you pull through for me.”
Key snarled as the older left the café. “Fucker.”
~*~
“Minho-hyung~” Taemin cooed softly, waking him up gently with a soft brush of his fingers on his cheek. “Wake up! It’s a special day!” He tried not to bounce too much, but he was excited. “Come on, I made us something yummy.” He rushed back to the kitchen to take the food off of the stove just before it burned.
Minho sat up and forced himself to walk to the kitchen table. “What’s today, Taemin?” He asked quietly. Every day he was regaining strength and was able to put on some very necessary weight.
“It’s the one month anniversary of your sobriety!” The redhead sat adjacent from him, setting their full plates down carefully; hefty ham and cheese omelets. “I’m very proud of you. You’ve fought really hard.”
“A month already?” Minho confirmed rather stoically while cutting a bite-size piece from his omelet. Only Taemin had noticed the dramatic improvements, apparently. It didn’t matter that his eyes were no longer bloodshot or his skin was now a healthy peach color, he still felt like shit more often than not. His thoughts were so preoccupied with drugs so much of the waking day that it made him ache.
“It went by fast, huh?” Taemin smiled, his cheeks slightly puffed with chewed eggs.
“Ne…” Minho nodded, not caring to go into the conversation any further.
Taemin was used to this, Minho being so quiet and distant. At times he would just want to give in and let Minho have his drugs. At least when he was high he had a personality. He feared that he was responsible for taking it away from him, just as he had taken away his drugs. He knew it was stupid to think that and reminded himself to be strong anyway. “Should we celebrate tonight?” He asked hopefully.
Minho didn’t seem to be listening. “Hmm?” His energy was always so noticeably low.
“I think it’d be good to get out for once! You’ve been cooped up here for the past four weeks.” He touched Minho’s hand under the table and held it tightly. “Maybe we can go out to dinner?”
No. He wanted to say. I don’t want to do anything. But damnit, Taemin had a way of pulling his heartstrings. He hated how he felt like shit all the time, he hated this ‘personalized rehab’ he was seemingly forced into, but when Taemin had said ‘I love you’ to him just a few weeks ago, something happened that made him rethink what life was all about. ‘I love you.’ Those words struck him hard but he didn’t reply; he couldn’t reply. In all reality he didn’t know what love was. For a good portion of his life, love meant sharing drugs and having sex when you’re high out of your mind. But what Taemin had just confessed, that wasn’t the same, right?
“Minho?” The younger asked again. “Are you okay? You’re spacing out.” He smiled anyway, always giving Minho all of the patience in the world.
And that’s what irritated him the most. Why did such a nice person like Lee Taemin even bother with him!? Why didn’t he just give up on him like the rest of the people in his life had? ‘I love you.’ He had wanted to shout ‘why’ and ‘you’re an idiot’ and shake some sense into Taemin so he wouldn’t waste his time on such a lowlife anymore. But why didn’t he? Why didn’t he just tell Taemin to fuck off and run away and go back to using? Why did he stay? “Yeah, dinner sounds okay.”
Taemin’s face lit up with immeasurable joy. “It does!? Yay!!” He hopped up and cleared his empty plate, leaving Minho’s so he could finish. “I’ll even make a reservation! Ahh it’s going to be so nice!”
Minho nodded once and finished eating his food, unsure of how he felt about leaving the safe place he’d been for the past month.
~*~
Taemin was sure to pick a place where they could dress casually in comfortable clothes. He knew Minho wasn’t the type for dressing up. Still, the older took the time to style his hair and wear a trendy jacket. For that much Taemin was especially appreciative. “You look really nice hyung.” He commented, getting Minho’s attention as he leaned onto the table.
He turned his head to look at Taemin, snapping back to reality after gazing mindlessly at the other patrons for no reason. “Oh… thanks Taemin-ah.”
He could tell Minho was anxious just sitting there. “You’re doing alright?”
He nodded towards the bar in the restaurant. “I’d really like a drink.”
Taemin sighed quietly, knowing temptation would come sooner or later. “I know…” He placed his hand over Minho’s on top of their table. “Be strong okay? You’re doing really great.” He held their hands up to encourage him.
“Well isn’t this a surprise!” A familiar, somewhat annoying voice pierced through Minho’s ears.
“Jiyong.” He glared. This is bad.
“Hmm?” Taemin looked toward the owner of the voice.
“Hey ‘cuz!” Jiyong smacked Minho’s shoulder excitedly. “It’s such a coincidence to see you here!” His smile stretched from ear to ear.
I doubt that. Minho eyed him carefully; Jiyong was a lot more crooked than to just ‘run into’ someone like this. “Hello Jiyong.”
He bumped Minho’s side to slide him into the booth and sat next to him. “Ah sorry, how rude of me! I’m Kwon Jiyong!” He extended his hand to the very curious Taemin who accepted it cautiously. “Minho and I graduated high school together. I haven’t seen this kid since then! Oh man, how long is that, five years? Sheesh! Time sure does fly by!”
Taemin smiled politely, not yet considering the fact that Minho dropped out of high school.
Minho eyed him nervously, knowing he couldn’t be up to any good. “What brings you here…” He asked with gritted teeth.
“I just wanted to say hi! Haha, sorry to bother your dinner.” Jiyong slid his hands under the table and very subtly placed a full syringe in Minho’s palm. “Nice meeting you both!” He winked to Minho as he walked away, disappearing into the bar crowd without another word.
Minho froze and gripped the tiny needle carefully, slowly slipping it into his pocket.
“…He’s weird.” Taemin laughed.
Minho’s eyes widened nervously. “Y-yeah…” He took a sip of his soda and slid out of the booth. “I’ll be right back, I just have to use the restroom.”
“Ne,” Taemin smiled. “But hurry, I might eat your food if it comes!” He giggled.
Minho didn’t reply; his vision was burning red, focused on only one thing. He didn’t even know what the syringe was filled with, he just wanted it. He slammed the door shut, undoing his belt to use as a tourniquet. His skin was itching like he had a terrible rash because he needed it so badly. He couldn’t do this quickly enough, he thought.
He looped the belt around his upper arm tightly, keeping it tight by holding it with his teeth. His veins bulged out easily, having healed nicely in the past weeks. He uncapped the needle and immediately pierced into the thick purple, drawing back just a tiny amount of blood to mix the solution before drowning his blood with it. He pressed the plunger down so hard that his entire arm was numb in seconds.
“Ohh fuckk…” He moaned audibly; the rush was better than an orgasm. His senses went wild; he became extremely hot, began to sweat, and his vision totally whited out. Every draw of air into his lungs felt like a mix of fire and ice and the world was spinning around him. Then there was a heavy pressure and he was falling forward, never quite hitting the ground.
~*~
Taemin strummed his fingers on the table and watched the restroom. It’d been ten minutes, certainly long enough. He stood and walked to the wooden doors down the short hall, taking a short breath before knocking. “Hyung? Are you still in there?”
No response.
He pushed the door lightly with his open palm but was met with resistance from the other side, clacking it shut loudly. “Wha…?” He pushed again with two hands, getting the same force.
A waitress walked by noticed Taemin and stopped. “Do you need help?”
“Ah… no. Um, well, maybe. I can’t get the door.” He bit his lip.
She tried the same thing as Taemin, pushing it lightly with her hand, as if her trying it would work instead. “Oh, how strange. We don’t lock this door. Hold on, I’ll get the manager.” She walked away with no urgency in her step, tucking the tray under her arm.
Taemin looked to the door again, huffing out a defeated breath. Before anyone returned, he pushed with all of his might and was able to slip past the opening he made. He promptly found out what was keeping the door closed: Minho’s unconscious body.
Taemin didn’t give himself time to let tears well in his eyes. He went straight into fight mode, kneeling down and removing the still-embedded syringe from Minho’s inner arm. “What the fuck hyung!” He breathed, clenching his teeth to stay calm for the moment. He broke off the tip and flushed the entire glass tube down the toilet, which went down without a fight. He was quick to also remove the telling belt from his upper arm, dispelling all visual evidence of drug use. Just in time too as the door burst open with the manager and two waitresses.
“What’s happened here!?” The middle-aged man nearly fainted when he saw the small amount of blood flowing down Minho’s arm.
“An accident.” Taemin pressed the abused vein, stopping the bleeding. “Call an ambulance, idiot!” He growled angrily, his patience wearing thin. He could feel the vein pulse under his thumb and leaned closer to confirm Minho was actually breathing. Shallow, ugly breaths, but they were there. “You’re fucking lucky.” Taemin choked, unable to resist the urge to slap Minho across the face. It didn’t wake him up, but it sure made Taemin feel better, sore hand or not.
~*~
Taemin finished signing the papers over to the EMT, giving his consent to not take Minho to the hospital. The EMTs were able to stabilize him quickly and he would be sent home with Taemin, a far worse sentence than hospitalization or jail, at least that’s what Taemin thought.
Minho sat weakly in the car and only rested on the ride home, saying nothing to Taemin because he didn’t have the energy. He was still a little out of it, dizzy and confused and a little feverish.
Taemin helped the older inside once they returned and laid him on the couch: that was the last of his generosity. He stood over Minho with his arms folded, his eyes burning. “What did you do?”
Minho winced seeing the evident pain in Taemin’s face. “I was weak. It was a weak moment…”
“Where did you get it!?”
Minho turned on his side and held his stomach. “Does it matter?” He sat up weakly and rubbed his cheek; he couldn’t quite figure out why that hurt too.
But Taemin reminded him. He slapped Minho across the face again, finally losing it. “You ruined our dinner, Minho! Not only that, but you ruined my trust in you!”
Minho stood and went to wrap his arms around the livid boy but was coldly ignored.
“You don’t care one bit about me, do you!?” He hit his chest, pushing him away. “After all I’ve done for you!”
“Taemin please, I’m sorry…” Minho gently tried to stop him.
“Sorry!? Fuck you, sorry means nothing!” He pushed him again, knocking him against the side table. “Get out of my way! I need to be away from you for a while.”
Minho sighed. “Let’s be men about this…”
“Men?” Taemin scoffed. “You’re not a man at all! You can’t control yourself for the sake of anything!” He laughed in the older’s face. “If you were a man you wouldn’t have betrayed me like that!” Taemin was yelling hysterically, tears of anger spilling from the corners of his eyes. “Why did I ever tell you that I love you, huh? What a big fucking mistake that was!”
“…A mistake?” Minho allowed Taemin to push him; he deserved it.
“Yeah! A mistake!” Taemin beat Minho’s chest with the side of his fist. “I bared my heart for you and gave you all of me! And this is how you repay me?” His knees gave out. He slowly slipped to the ground. “This is what I get for loving you?”
Minho was realizing how badly he fucked up this time. He felt it in Taemin’s angry touches.
“You couldn’t even say it back!” Taemin sobbed, screaming angrily into Minho’s shirt. “Not even for my sake!” He stood again, wiping his eyes. “You know what!? You should have a taste of your own medicine.” He grabbed his coat and keys and walked to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Minho asked quietly, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer but still asking.
“Away. From you.” He breathed. “Don’t come looking for me. I don’t want to see you!” And then he slammed his door shut, leaving Minho alone until he felt like coming back.
~*~
It was easy to get lost in a crowd where no one knew you. Taemin did just that. He went to the club where he and Minho had first met and just went to cool off. He drank, he danced, he let people touch him and all the while forcibly pushed Minho from his mind.
“Come home with me tonight.” He heard in his ear once. It sounded tempting, but he was still a fool who loved someone else.
“Mmh, talk dirty to me instead.” He suggested to the stranger and they complied, telling him the awful things he’d do to him while smoothing his hands over his lithe body. Taemin drank it up with his mixed drinks, half of him hoping he would pass out and wake up in someone else’s bed. That would show him.
“Sure you can’t come with me tonight baby?” The stranger asked. “I bet I’ll be the biggest you’ll ever have.”
“Ohh~?” Taemin loved the attention when he was this drunk. “Would you fuck me really deep?” He turned to face the man and smirked, palming his erect cock. The man tried to kiss him then but he pulled away, continuing his teasing game. “No no no, ahjusshi~ You have to earn it.” He giggled and ran away from his dance partner, out of the club and onto the streets with the early hours of the brisk fall morning.
“Whoa whoa, where you going gorgeous?” The man asked, following Taemin about eight feet behind.
“Hoooome~” Taemin giggled, stumbling a little. “I have to go to bed.”
“You can come to my bed.” The man offered. “I’ll even carry you.”
“You would?” The younger smiled, ignoring his advances now. “But walking while you’re drunk is fun!”
Thankfully the man stopped pursuing him and he made his way home, opening his apartment door just past 4:00am.
Minho was still awake and stood immediately, racing to the door to take Taemin into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let me make things right.”
Taemin refused to hold him back but buried his face against his chest, silent tears wetting his shirt.
“I don’t care what you went out and did. I’m sure I deserved it.” He stroked the back of Taemin’s head and rocked them side to side slowly. “I’m just glad you’re back and you’re safe.”
Taemin’s eyes opened and he let out a slow breath. He wasn’t ready to say anything yet.
“I want to earn your trust back. I don’t know how long it will take, or if I can ever do it, but I want to try. If you can, just give me this one last chance. If I let you down again, I promise to disappear forever. I won’t bring you down anymore.” Minho’s candid confessions and promises felt more sincere than anything he’d ever said and Taemin knew to believe them.
“One last chance, Minho-hyung. I mean it.” Taemin replied with a shaky voice, his slim arms wrapping around Minho’s waist lightly. “Why do you keep hurting me? Why?”
Minho shook his head. “I don’t know…” He sighed. “Because I’m stupid?”
“Well stop.” He smirked. “Stop being stupid.” He sighed and looked up at Minho, trying to read his eyes. “Are you hurting?”
“I’m feeling sick, ne…”
“It’s your own fault.”
Minho agreed with a nod. “I know.”
“…It wasn’t a mistake.” Taemin fingered the hem of the older’s shirt. “To tell you that I loved you… I meant it, I still do.”
Despite being a bit shaky, Minho tipped the younger’s chin up and looked into his eyes. “I’ll be a real man from now, Taemin. I won’t disappoint you anymore.”
“Promise?” Taemin nearly whispered.
Minho nodded.
“Promise with a kiss, a kiss that you can never take back.” He gripped Minho’s arms and looked at him expectantly.
He was afraid; it felt like his first kiss for some reason. His heart pounded in his ears and his fingers tingled, but he tilted his head and carefully rested his lips on Taemin’s, closing his eyes once they were connected.
Taemin kissed back, momentarily separating his lips to nestle Minho’s bottom lip between his. Minho copied him, slower, his lips somehow wetter now. The younger shivered and tightened his grip, pulling Minho closer. Their mouths became curious quickly, taking in each other’s breaths as they moved together towards Taemin’s room. Minho led, laying his dongsaeng gently on his back before crawling over him, continuing their kiss with warm tongues.
“Minho,” Taemin whined, tangling his fingers in the older’s hair. The sound of their lips connecting and separating filled the room and encouraged them to be a little rougher, using their teeth to graze over their already swollen mouths. “Ahh hyung~” Taemin offered a low rumble of his voice for only Minho to hear. “Don’t hurt me ever again, please.”
“Never again.” He replied, promising the world this time.
“Then I’m all yours.” Taemin brushed his hands up inside Minho’s shirt. “Only yours.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He sighed against Taemin’s neck, placing careful kisses on the milky skin.
“Don’t stop~” Taemin pleaded, pressing their bodies closer. “Minho-hyung~” He pulled off their shirts, Minho’s first, and threw them across the room. His anxious hands grabbed at Minho’s ass, squeezing lightly and pressing it harder against him to grind against his own body. He spread his legs and rolled his hips up, meeting Minho’s as they pushed down.
Minho never remembered being so turned on in his life. He was throbbing already, moaning incoherently against Taemin’s shoulder. His hands grabbed the back of Taemin’s thighs and pushed them flat against the boy’s torso, imagining exposing his twitching hole if he were naked. “Off, off.” He tugged Taemin’s skinnies, needing that visual to become a reality.
“You first.” Taemin sat up and got on his knees to fumble with Minho’s jean zipper. He urged the older to stand and then sat at the edge of the bed. “I wanna make you wet first.” He sucked on his lower lip as he methodically pulled down Minho’s jeans and boxers.
“T-Taemin ohh,” As soon as his dick was exposed to the air, he shivered. Taemin wasted no time making it warm again, engulfing more than half of it with his mouth in one try. “Ah!” Minho whimpered, nearly falling forward.
Taemin continued to try and take it really deep, but kept gagging. “I’m sorry if I’m not good,” He blushed, embarrassed. “It’s my first time sucking dick…” His big, wet eyes looked up apologetically when he continued, being a little more gentle.
Minho stroked his face. “Baby, don’t apologize…” He pushed in just a little deeper, the head grazing the back of Taemin’s throat. He gagged quietly and pulled back, but shoved himself back down, getting off on swallowing Minho so deep. He moaned loudly each time and Minho swore he was doing it on purpose to make his cock vibrate. “Holy fuck you are the hottest thing ever.”
Taemin pulled him out, letting the saliva drip off naturally. He smirked, watching the way the precum fell onto his lap. “Eat me out…”
Minho could barely think. “Hmm?”
He stood and pulled down his skinnies. “Taste me too, hyung.” He bent over the side of the bed, his hands and one knee on the bed while the other foot held him up on the floor. “Is this good?” He groped his ass and rubbed his fingers in between, exposing his tight hole.
“Oh my god…” Minho sucked on his two first fingers and came closer, barely able to handle the visual. “Fuck you’re making me so hard.” He bent and pressed his hungry tongue at the base of Taemin’s tail bone, making the boy shiver.
“Oooh! Hyung!” Taemin arched his back, lifting his ass higher. He fisted the sheets and threw his head back, rocking his body backwards to feel more.
Minho spanked Taemin for being so eager, leaving a big red handprint. His tongue slid lower, just barely grazing the ring of muscles that craved attention.
“Hyungg!” Taemin growled, reaching between his legs to stroke himself. “Ohh please, fuck me with your tongue!”
Minho batted his hand away, denying him release just yet. Taemin whimpered from his order but complied, needing his tongue more. Minho gave him what he wanted of course, lapping the tip to relax the muscles and then plunging inside when he had an opportunity.
“Ohh fuck!” Taemin moaned loudly, whimpering helplessly.
Minho could do this all night, he decided. Taemin definitely shaved or waxed or something because he was perfectly smooth and hairless, making eating him out a completely delicious experience. His saliva was dripping down Taemin’s legs before long and the tip of his cock was leaking an obscene amount of precum, one solid string falling slowly towards the bed.
“Make me dirty Minho-hyung~” Taemin panted, his cheeks burning a flushed red. “I need it, I need it.” He was shamelessly begging to be fucked.
“Taemin…” Minho laid onto the bed and pulled the younger onto his lap, nudging him forward gently.
Taemin knew exactly what to do and leaned forward, resting his chest on Minho’s and holding his shoulders. “Be gentle with me…” His confidence wavered a bit in his words.
Minho’s forefinger and middle finger slid along Taemin’s slick hole and prodded inside, earning a soft moan from the boy of top of him.
“Hyung~” Taemin’s hands gripped Minho timidly. He looked to the older’s eyes and brought their faces closer. “I want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me.” He replied, fingering Taemin harder and deeper. “What’s stopping you?”
“Ah!” Taemin cried out. Once he adjusted to Minho’s fingers, he pressed his open mouth to the older’s, moaning into it and selfishly pulling his lips with his own.
Minho kissed back a bit less frenzied, wanting to take the time to taste Taemin’s plump, sweet lips. Taemin followed him within seconds, using his tongue to make their kisses wet and loud. Minho pushed another finger in, three now filling Taemin’s tight entrance and opening him slightly.
“Ooh~” He moaned beautifully and rocked his hips back for more friction. “Let’s just have sex, Minho-hyung~ Enough teasing!” His fingers tangled in Minho’s hair and pulled roughly. “I’m ready for you!”
How could he deny him any longer with those moans? Minho removed his fingers and grabbed the base of his dick, angling himself to get inside of him. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
The second Taemin felt the head touch his backside, he thrust his hips back and shoved Minho deep inside of him. “Ooh fuck!”
Minho gasped loudly and clutched Taemin’s hips. “You’re so tight! Go easy~!” He bit his lip and closed his eyes, feeling an overwhelming heat engulf him once he was deep inside.
Taemin rested his head on Minho’s chest, whimpering slightly. “Minho, Minho~” He pulled the older out just a bit realizing he’d taken too much of him too fast; he still needed to adjust. “Mmmh,” He moaned quietly.
“Would this be better?” Without pulling out, Minho rolled them over to let Taemin rest on his back. He pushed the back of the younger’s thighs to lift his legs a bit.
“Ne,” Taemin smiled and reached up to touch Minho’s face. “That’s much better.” With his knees almost reaching his chest, he also held his thighs to keep his legs in place.
“Good,” Minho began to pull and push his hips carefully. No matter how soft or hard he went, Taemin tightened around him when he did. But they always moved slowly, maybe too slowly, but for them it was perfect. Every sensitive nerve was being tickled and stimulated as they moved against each other, making a warm friction that was heating them both up. They both shook despite their body temperature, overwhelmed with strong feelings. Their lips met occasionally for a passionate kiss and their hands grasped tightly for support.
“Hyung, you feel so amazing~” Taemin moaned between breaths. “You feel incredible!” He locked his ankles together around Minho’s back to pull him in tighter. “Touch me.” He directed his hand to his twitching cock. “Stroke me really good, please~”
“Taemin-ah,” Minho bit down on Taemin’s collarbone and did what he was asked, using his precum to slide his large hand up and down his sensitive member. He rolled the head between his fingers when he felt his release coming. “You’re so close.”
Taemin nodded quickly, agreeing. “Is hyung close too?” He squeaked, trying to stay on the edge as long as possible.
“Ne,” Minho answered. He pressed his lips to Taemin’s ear and thrust a bit faster, angling differently to find that special spot. “Cum for me, Taemin-ah~”
“Ah!” Taemin arched his back, feeling his prostate brushed against.
“Scream really loud when you cum for me.” Minho beat Taemin’s cock until it began to leak.
“Ooh my god, Minho-hyung!” Taemin rocked his hips as he came, his cum shooting in long white ribbons onto his chest and stomach. “Ooh oh yess! Fuck me hyung!”
He lost it; Minho didn’t stop thrusting during his release for one second, allowing Taemin’s contracting muscles to milk his cock dry. “Taemin, Taemin!” He was much louder when he was sober, Taemin noticed, and he loved it. “You fucking gorgeous boy…” He panted slowly after he finally rested his body.
Taemin looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, worried that he might leave again like last time. “Hyung,” His eyes watered from the overwhelming feeling in his heart; he was so in love.
His swollen lips were slightly parted and his hair was disheveled and Minho could see how vulnerable he was. He was afraid to speak, afraid to ruin the tender moment between them. He still rested on top of Taemin lightly and was touching his warm cheeks. He moved his hips to pull out but Taemin stopped him.
“Wait, don’t just yet…” He asked shyly. “You’re so warm.” His breath hitched in his throat when he went to speak again. “Well, y-you don’t have to if you want to separate instead…”
“I don’t,” Minho assured. “I just figured I would clean you up. But if you want me to stay right here, I will.”
Taemin blushed. “I’m sorry… it’s just that, you know, last time…”
Minho sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. Last time they had sex he totally blew him off right after he was satisfied. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, too many mistakes.” He kissed Taemin’s forehead. “Too many mistakes to deserve what you’ve given me, that’s for sure.”
Taemin idly stroked his fingers on Minho’s chest. “You’re sick; it’s not your fault.”
“It is my fault.”
“Well, you’re recovering. You may make mistakes but you’re recovering.” He nuzzled the older closer. “Stay by my side. Please? We’ll take care of each other. I think you need me as much as I need you…”
Minho nodded and smiled. “I’ll stay with you. And I’ll take care of you.”
“Hyung~” Taemin wrapped his arms around Minho’s back and pulled him in closer for a tight hug. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”
“I’ll do my best for you, I promise. I mean it.” Minho made sure to look into the younger’s eyes. “I love you.” He smiled seeing the cute expression Taemin gave after hearing that; shock and surprise and joy all at once. “I love you.” He repeated just to see that expression again.
“Hyung,” His eyes fell to Minho’s lips momentarily, but not without being noticed. “I love you too.” They kissed, gently at first, then with more fervor. Not even just a few minutes later they were back to exploring each other’s bodies, expressing their love even deeper.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: Minho has been with Taemin for the past month and his cousin isn't happy about his sudden disappearance. He has Joon and Jiyong search for him and it potentially ruins everything Taemin has done to try and fix Minho.
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“That fucker.” Joon hit end angrily for the fiftieth time that night. “Why the fuck is his number disconnected, Tabi!?”
“The same reason he hasn’t been at his place for the last month.” He didn’t know what that was, but the two were connected. “He’s hiding from us, Joon.”
They hadn’t heard from Minho since he went out with Jiyong to scoop that deal a little over a month ago. “That stupid boy toy of yours left Minho to die!”
Seunghyun shook his head. “No, he’s not dead. We would have seen his body by now.”
“Still, you’d better punish that kid for what he did to my Mi−”
“Your what?” Seunghyun looked up at him, unamused. “I know I didn’t just hear you referring to Minho as yours.”
Joon sat back down, scolded for his fit. “Ugh why do you care!? He’s pissing you off anyway!”
The older shook his head, irritated with the loud, nearly diva-like attitude Joon had lately. “Go home, alright? I’m bored with you.”
~*~
He stepped into the chic café and sat at the counter, waiting for one of the baristas to come over. He was up for flirting, having not gotten any action since stupid Minho disappeared. Soon he saw a slim, artsy looking guy make his way over, thick stylish glasses that were only for looks adorning his perfectly kept face.
“Can I get you something?” He barely paid attention to Joon as he rearranged some mugs.
“It’s been a while, Kibum.” He smirked, lowering his voice a bit menacingly.
“…Joon.” Key replied, staring at him with a mixture of fright and surprise. “Ne, it has.” He looked away again to will away his reddened face.
“What a coincidence to see you here. I always imagined you working in a place like this.”
Key side-eyed him. “A place like what?” He wished the remnant from his past would up and leave, and quickly. “And why are you here…?” He asked quietly, demanding.
“Well first I was just thirsty for a latte, but now I’m thirsty for something else…” Joon swirled his finger on the countertop. “You’re looking good these days.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Key clenched his jaw and warned him with serious eyes. “I’ll call the police. Don’t think I won’t.”
“Aw c’mon, you don’t think I’m a better person nowadays? You don’t give me any credit.” He pouted and made a sickening cutesy noise as he spoke.
Key looked around the café and wished for the first time ever that they were busier; there was no scapegoat for him to escape from this conversation. “Joon, you nearly broke a dozen bones in my body. Don’t make me remember it, please.” He sighed and backed away a bit. “I really wish you’d leave.” The restraining order he’d had the police issue only lasted for two years unless other incidents happened, unfortunately.
“Look at you now, though! You’re nice and healthy. Besides, it was an accident. We both know that.” Joon smiled, speaking for both of them. “I’m not using anymore anyway~”
“Bullshit you’re not.” Key was getting impatient. “Your kind never change. I’m trying to save my friend from one of you before he gets the shit beat out of him, too! It’s so funny how history repeats itself, you know. He’s taking care of this guy expecting nothing in return as he tries to nurse him back to health because he so desperately believes that he can cure him. I had to learn the hard way that that is just not possible and it seems like he has to now, too.” He nearly went off on a rant before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Just leave, okay? Or I’m calling the cops.”
Joon’s eyes were wide; he may have just solved a puzzle. “Alright, just answer me one thing.”
“What!?”
“Who is your friend taking care of?”
Key swallowed, still insistent on protecting Taemin’s name. “Why do you care!?”
“Just tell me.” He was in no mood to argue.
“Choi Minho. Now leave.”
Joon smirked and nearly let out a triumphant laugh. “Thanks darling. As always you pull through for me.”
Key snarled as the older left the café. “Fucker.”
~*~
“Minho-hyung~” Taemin cooed softly, waking him up gently with a soft brush of his fingers on his cheek. “Wake up! It’s a special day!” He tried not to bounce too much, but he was excited. “Come on, I made us something yummy.” He rushed back to the kitchen to take the food off of the stove just before it burned.
Minho sat up and forced himself to walk to the kitchen table. “What’s today, Taemin?” He asked quietly. Every day he was regaining strength and was able to put on some very necessary weight.
“It’s the one month anniversary of your sobriety!” The redhead sat adjacent from him, setting their full plates down carefully; hefty ham and cheese omelets. “I’m very proud of you. You’ve fought really hard.”
“A month already?” Minho confirmed rather stoically while cutting a bite-size piece from his omelet. Only Taemin had noticed the dramatic improvements, apparently. It didn’t matter that his eyes were no longer bloodshot or his skin was now a healthy peach color, he still felt like shit more often than not. His thoughts were so preoccupied with drugs so much of the waking day that it made him ache.
“It went by fast, huh?” Taemin smiled, his cheeks slightly puffed with chewed eggs.
“Ne…” Minho nodded, not caring to go into the conversation any further.
Taemin was used to this, Minho being so quiet and distant. At times he would just want to give in and let Minho have his drugs. At least when he was high he had a personality. He feared that he was responsible for taking it away from him, just as he had taken away his drugs. He knew it was stupid to think that and reminded himself to be strong anyway. “Should we celebrate tonight?” He asked hopefully.
Minho didn’t seem to be listening. “Hmm?” His energy was always so noticeably low.
“I think it’d be good to get out for once! You’ve been cooped up here for the past four weeks.” He touched Minho’s hand under the table and held it tightly. “Maybe we can go out to dinner?”
No. He wanted to say. I don’t want to do anything. But damnit, Taemin had a way of pulling his heartstrings. He hated how he felt like shit all the time, he hated this ‘personalized rehab’ he was seemingly forced into, but when Taemin had said ‘I love you’ to him just a few weeks ago, something happened that made him rethink what life was all about. ‘I love you.’ Those words struck him hard but he didn’t reply; he couldn’t reply. In all reality he didn’t know what love was. For a good portion of his life, love meant sharing drugs and having sex when you’re high out of your mind. But what Taemin had just confessed, that wasn’t the same, right?
“Minho?” The younger asked again. “Are you okay? You’re spacing out.” He smiled anyway, always giving Minho all of the patience in the world.
And that’s what irritated him the most. Why did such a nice person like Lee Taemin even bother with him!? Why didn’t he just give up on him like the rest of the people in his life had? ‘I love you.’ He had wanted to shout ‘why’ and ‘you’re an idiot’ and shake some sense into Taemin so he wouldn’t waste his time on such a lowlife anymore. But why didn’t he? Why didn’t he just tell Taemin to fuck off and run away and go back to using? Why did he stay? “Yeah, dinner sounds okay.”
Taemin’s face lit up with immeasurable joy. “It does!? Yay!!” He hopped up and cleared his empty plate, leaving Minho’s so he could finish. “I’ll even make a reservation! Ahh it’s going to be so nice!”
Minho nodded once and finished eating his food, unsure of how he felt about leaving the safe place he’d been for the past month.
~*~
Taemin was sure to pick a place where they could dress casually in comfortable clothes. He knew Minho wasn’t the type for dressing up. Still, the older took the time to style his hair and wear a trendy jacket. For that much Taemin was especially appreciative. “You look really nice hyung.” He commented, getting Minho’s attention as he leaned onto the table.
He turned his head to look at Taemin, snapping back to reality after gazing mindlessly at the other patrons for no reason. “Oh… thanks Taemin-ah.”
He could tell Minho was anxious just sitting there. “You’re doing alright?”
He nodded towards the bar in the restaurant. “I’d really like a drink.”
Taemin sighed quietly, knowing temptation would come sooner or later. “I know…” He placed his hand over Minho’s on top of their table. “Be strong okay? You’re doing really great.” He held their hands up to encourage him.
“Well isn’t this a surprise!” A familiar, somewhat annoying voice pierced through Minho’s ears.
“Jiyong.” He glared. This is bad.
“Hmm?” Taemin looked toward the owner of the voice.
“Hey ‘cuz!” Jiyong smacked Minho’s shoulder excitedly. “It’s such a coincidence to see you here!” His smile stretched from ear to ear.
I doubt that. Minho eyed him carefully; Jiyong was a lot more crooked than to just ‘run into’ someone like this. “Hello Jiyong.”
He bumped Minho’s side to slide him into the booth and sat next to him. “Ah sorry, how rude of me! I’m Kwon Jiyong!” He extended his hand to the very curious Taemin who accepted it cautiously. “Minho and I graduated high school together. I haven’t seen this kid since then! Oh man, how long is that, five years? Sheesh! Time sure does fly by!”
Taemin smiled politely, not yet considering the fact that Minho dropped out of high school.
Minho eyed him nervously, knowing he couldn’t be up to any good. “What brings you here…” He asked with gritted teeth.
“I just wanted to say hi! Haha, sorry to bother your dinner.” Jiyong slid his hands under the table and very subtly placed a full syringe in Minho’s palm. “Nice meeting you both!” He winked to Minho as he walked away, disappearing into the bar crowd without another word.
Minho froze and gripped the tiny needle carefully, slowly slipping it into his pocket.
“…He’s weird.” Taemin laughed.
Minho’s eyes widened nervously. “Y-yeah…” He took a sip of his soda and slid out of the booth. “I’ll be right back, I just have to use the restroom.”
“Ne,” Taemin smiled. “But hurry, I might eat your food if it comes!” He giggled.
Minho didn’t reply; his vision was burning red, focused on only one thing. He didn’t even know what the syringe was filled with, he just wanted it. He slammed the door shut, undoing his belt to use as a tourniquet. His skin was itching like he had a terrible rash because he needed it so badly. He couldn’t do this quickly enough, he thought.
He looped the belt around his upper arm tightly, keeping it tight by holding it with his teeth. His veins bulged out easily, having healed nicely in the past weeks. He uncapped the needle and immediately pierced into the thick purple, drawing back just a tiny amount of blood to mix the solution before drowning his blood with it. He pressed the plunger down so hard that his entire arm was numb in seconds.
“Ohh fuckk…” He moaned audibly; the rush was better than an orgasm. His senses went wild; he became extremely hot, began to sweat, and his vision totally whited out. Every draw of air into his lungs felt like a mix of fire and ice and the world was spinning around him. Then there was a heavy pressure and he was falling forward, never quite hitting the ground.
~*~
Taemin strummed his fingers on the table and watched the restroom. It’d been ten minutes, certainly long enough. He stood and walked to the wooden doors down the short hall, taking a short breath before knocking. “Hyung? Are you still in there?”
No response.
He pushed the door lightly with his open palm but was met with resistance from the other side, clacking it shut loudly. “Wha…?” He pushed again with two hands, getting the same force.
A waitress walked by noticed Taemin and stopped. “Do you need help?”
“Ah… no. Um, well, maybe. I can’t get the door.” He bit his lip.
She tried the same thing as Taemin, pushing it lightly with her hand, as if her trying it would work instead. “Oh, how strange. We don’t lock this door. Hold on, I’ll get the manager.” She walked away with no urgency in her step, tucking the tray under her arm.
Taemin looked to the door again, huffing out a defeated breath. Before anyone returned, he pushed with all of his might and was able to slip past the opening he made. He promptly found out what was keeping the door closed: Minho’s unconscious body.
Taemin didn’t give himself time to let tears well in his eyes. He went straight into fight mode, kneeling down and removing the still-embedded syringe from Minho’s inner arm. “What the fuck hyung!” He breathed, clenching his teeth to stay calm for the moment. He broke off the tip and flushed the entire glass tube down the toilet, which went down without a fight. He was quick to also remove the telling belt from his upper arm, dispelling all visual evidence of drug use. Just in time too as the door burst open with the manager and two waitresses.
“What’s happened here!?” The middle-aged man nearly fainted when he saw the small amount of blood flowing down Minho’s arm.
“An accident.” Taemin pressed the abused vein, stopping the bleeding. “Call an ambulance, idiot!” He growled angrily, his patience wearing thin. He could feel the vein pulse under his thumb and leaned closer to confirm Minho was actually breathing. Shallow, ugly breaths, but they were there. “You’re fucking lucky.” Taemin choked, unable to resist the urge to slap Minho across the face. It didn’t wake him up, but it sure made Taemin feel better, sore hand or not.
~*~
Taemin finished signing the papers over to the EMT, giving his consent to not take Minho to the hospital. The EMTs were able to stabilize him quickly and he would be sent home with Taemin, a far worse sentence than hospitalization or jail, at least that’s what Taemin thought.
Minho sat weakly in the car and only rested on the ride home, saying nothing to Taemin because he didn’t have the energy. He was still a little out of it, dizzy and confused and a little feverish.
Taemin helped the older inside once they returned and laid him on the couch: that was the last of his generosity. He stood over Minho with his arms folded, his eyes burning. “What did you do?”
Minho winced seeing the evident pain in Taemin’s face. “I was weak. It was a weak moment…”
“Where did you get it!?”
Minho turned on his side and held his stomach. “Does it matter?” He sat up weakly and rubbed his cheek; he couldn’t quite figure out why that hurt too.
But Taemin reminded him. He slapped Minho across the face again, finally losing it. “You ruined our dinner, Minho! Not only that, but you ruined my trust in you!”
Minho stood and went to wrap his arms around the livid boy but was coldly ignored.
“You don’t care one bit about me, do you!?” He hit his chest, pushing him away. “After all I’ve done for you!”
“Taemin please, I’m sorry…” Minho gently tried to stop him.
“Sorry!? Fuck you, sorry means nothing!” He pushed him again, knocking him against the side table. “Get out of my way! I need to be away from you for a while.”
Minho sighed. “Let’s be men about this…”
“Men?” Taemin scoffed. “You’re not a man at all! You can’t control yourself for the sake of anything!” He laughed in the older’s face. “If you were a man you wouldn’t have betrayed me like that!” Taemin was yelling hysterically, tears of anger spilling from the corners of his eyes. “Why did I ever tell you that I love you, huh? What a big fucking mistake that was!”
“…A mistake?” Minho allowed Taemin to push him; he deserved it.
“Yeah! A mistake!” Taemin beat Minho’s chest with the side of his fist. “I bared my heart for you and gave you all of me! And this is how you repay me?” His knees gave out. He slowly slipped to the ground. “This is what I get for loving you?”
Minho was realizing how badly he fucked up this time. He felt it in Taemin’s angry touches.
“You couldn’t even say it back!” Taemin sobbed, screaming angrily into Minho’s shirt. “Not even for my sake!” He stood again, wiping his eyes. “You know what!? You should have a taste of your own medicine.” He grabbed his coat and keys and walked to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Minho asked quietly, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer but still asking.
“Away. From you.” He breathed. “Don’t come looking for me. I don’t want to see you!” And then he slammed his door shut, leaving Minho alone until he felt like coming back.
~*~
It was easy to get lost in a crowd where no one knew you. Taemin did just that. He went to the club where he and Minho had first met and just went to cool off. He drank, he danced, he let people touch him and all the while forcibly pushed Minho from his mind.
“Come home with me tonight.” He heard in his ear once. It sounded tempting, but he was still a fool who loved someone else.
“Mmh, talk dirty to me instead.” He suggested to the stranger and they complied, telling him the awful things he’d do to him while smoothing his hands over his lithe body. Taemin drank it up with his mixed drinks, half of him hoping he would pass out and wake up in someone else’s bed. That would show him.
“Sure you can’t come with me tonight baby?” The stranger asked. “I bet I’ll be the biggest you’ll ever have.”
“Ohh~?” Taemin loved the attention when he was this drunk. “Would you fuck me really deep?” He turned to face the man and smirked, palming his erect cock. The man tried to kiss him then but he pulled away, continuing his teasing game. “No no no, ahjusshi~ You have to earn it.” He giggled and ran away from his dance partner, out of the club and onto the streets with the early hours of the brisk fall morning.
“Whoa whoa, where you going gorgeous?” The man asked, following Taemin about eight feet behind.
“Hoooome~” Taemin giggled, stumbling a little. “I have to go to bed.”
“You can come to my bed.” The man offered. “I’ll even carry you.”
“You would?” The younger smiled, ignoring his advances now. “But walking while you’re drunk is fun!”
Thankfully the man stopped pursuing him and he made his way home, opening his apartment door just past 4:00am.
Minho was still awake and stood immediately, racing to the door to take Taemin into his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let me make things right.”
Taemin refused to hold him back but buried his face against his chest, silent tears wetting his shirt.
“I don’t care what you went out and did. I’m sure I deserved it.” He stroked the back of Taemin’s head and rocked them side to side slowly. “I’m just glad you’re back and you’re safe.”
Taemin’s eyes opened and he let out a slow breath. He wasn’t ready to say anything yet.
“I want to earn your trust back. I don’t know how long it will take, or if I can ever do it, but I want to try. If you can, just give me this one last chance. If I let you down again, I promise to disappear forever. I won’t bring you down anymore.” Minho’s candid confessions and promises felt more sincere than anything he’d ever said and Taemin knew to believe them.
“One last chance, Minho-hyung. I mean it.” Taemin replied with a shaky voice, his slim arms wrapping around Minho’s waist lightly. “Why do you keep hurting me? Why?”
Minho shook his head. “I don’t know…” He sighed. “Because I’m stupid?”
“Well stop.” He smirked. “Stop being stupid.” He sighed and looked up at Minho, trying to read his eyes. “Are you hurting?”
“I’m feeling sick, ne…”
“It’s your own fault.”
Minho agreed with a nod. “I know.”
“…It wasn’t a mistake.” Taemin fingered the hem of the older’s shirt. “To tell you that I loved you… I meant it, I still do.”
Despite being a bit shaky, Minho tipped the younger’s chin up and looked into his eyes. “I’ll be a real man from now, Taemin. I won’t disappoint you anymore.”
“Promise?” Taemin nearly whispered.
Minho nodded.
“Promise with a kiss, a kiss that you can never take back.” He gripped Minho’s arms and looked at him expectantly.
He was afraid; it felt like his first kiss for some reason. His heart pounded in his ears and his fingers tingled, but he tilted his head and carefully rested his lips on Taemin’s, closing his eyes once they were connected.
Taemin kissed back, momentarily separating his lips to nestle Minho’s bottom lip between his. Minho copied him, slower, his lips somehow wetter now. The younger shivered and tightened his grip, pulling Minho closer. Their mouths became curious quickly, taking in each other’s breaths as they moved together towards Taemin’s room. Minho led, laying his dongsaeng gently on his back before crawling over him, continuing their kiss with warm tongues.
“Minho,” Taemin whined, tangling his fingers in the older’s hair. The sound of their lips connecting and separating filled the room and encouraged them to be a little rougher, using their teeth to graze over their already swollen mouths. “Ahh hyung~” Taemin offered a low rumble of his voice for only Minho to hear. “Don’t hurt me ever again, please.”
“Never again.” He replied, promising the world this time.
“Then I’m all yours.” Taemin brushed his hands up inside Minho’s shirt. “Only yours.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He sighed against Taemin’s neck, placing careful kisses on the milky skin.
“Don’t stop~” Taemin pleaded, pressing their bodies closer. “Minho-hyung~” He pulled off their shirts, Minho’s first, and threw them across the room. His anxious hands grabbed at Minho’s ass, squeezing lightly and pressing it harder against him to grind against his own body. He spread his legs and rolled his hips up, meeting Minho’s as they pushed down.
Minho never remembered being so turned on in his life. He was throbbing already, moaning incoherently against Taemin’s shoulder. His hands grabbed the back of Taemin’s thighs and pushed them flat against the boy’s torso, imagining exposing his twitching hole if he were naked. “Off, off.” He tugged Taemin’s skinnies, needing that visual to become a reality.
“You first.” Taemin sat up and got on his knees to fumble with Minho’s jean zipper. He urged the older to stand and then sat at the edge of the bed. “I wanna make you wet first.” He sucked on his lower lip as he methodically pulled down Minho’s jeans and boxers.
“T-Taemin ohh,” As soon as his dick was exposed to the air, he shivered. Taemin wasted no time making it warm again, engulfing more than half of it with his mouth in one try. “Ah!” Minho whimpered, nearly falling forward.
Taemin continued to try and take it really deep, but kept gagging. “I’m sorry if I’m not good,” He blushed, embarrassed. “It’s my first time sucking dick…” His big, wet eyes looked up apologetically when he continued, being a little more gentle.
Minho stroked his face. “Baby, don’t apologize…” He pushed in just a little deeper, the head grazing the back of Taemin’s throat. He gagged quietly and pulled back, but shoved himself back down, getting off on swallowing Minho so deep. He moaned loudly each time and Minho swore he was doing it on purpose to make his cock vibrate. “Holy fuck you are the hottest thing ever.”
Taemin pulled him out, letting the saliva drip off naturally. He smirked, watching the way the precum fell onto his lap. “Eat me out…”
Minho could barely think. “Hmm?”
He stood and pulled down his skinnies. “Taste me too, hyung.” He bent over the side of the bed, his hands and one knee on the bed while the other foot held him up on the floor. “Is this good?” He groped his ass and rubbed his fingers in between, exposing his tight hole.
“Oh my god…” Minho sucked on his two first fingers and came closer, barely able to handle the visual. “Fuck you’re making me so hard.” He bent and pressed his hungry tongue at the base of Taemin’s tail bone, making the boy shiver.
“Oooh! Hyung!” Taemin arched his back, lifting his ass higher. He fisted the sheets and threw his head back, rocking his body backwards to feel more.
Minho spanked Taemin for being so eager, leaving a big red handprint. His tongue slid lower, just barely grazing the ring of muscles that craved attention.
“Hyungg!” Taemin growled, reaching between his legs to stroke himself. “Ohh please, fuck me with your tongue!”
Minho batted his hand away, denying him release just yet. Taemin whimpered from his order but complied, needing his tongue more. Minho gave him what he wanted of course, lapping the tip to relax the muscles and then plunging inside when he had an opportunity.
“Ohh fuck!” Taemin moaned loudly, whimpering helplessly.
Minho could do this all night, he decided. Taemin definitely shaved or waxed or something because he was perfectly smooth and hairless, making eating him out a completely delicious experience. His saliva was dripping down Taemin’s legs before long and the tip of his cock was leaking an obscene amount of precum, one solid string falling slowly towards the bed.
“Make me dirty Minho-hyung~” Taemin panted, his cheeks burning a flushed red. “I need it, I need it.” He was shamelessly begging to be fucked.
“Taemin…” Minho laid onto the bed and pulled the younger onto his lap, nudging him forward gently.
Taemin knew exactly what to do and leaned forward, resting his chest on Minho’s and holding his shoulders. “Be gentle with me…” His confidence wavered a bit in his words.
Minho’s forefinger and middle finger slid along Taemin’s slick hole and prodded inside, earning a soft moan from the boy of top of him.
“Hyung~” Taemin’s hands gripped Minho timidly. He looked to the older’s eyes and brought their faces closer. “I want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me.” He replied, fingering Taemin harder and deeper. “What’s stopping you?”
“Ah!” Taemin cried out. Once he adjusted to Minho’s fingers, he pressed his open mouth to the older’s, moaning into it and selfishly pulling his lips with his own.
Minho kissed back a bit less frenzied, wanting to take the time to taste Taemin’s plump, sweet lips. Taemin followed him within seconds, using his tongue to make their kisses wet and loud. Minho pushed another finger in, three now filling Taemin’s tight entrance and opening him slightly.
“Ooh~” He moaned beautifully and rocked his hips back for more friction. “Let’s just have sex, Minho-hyung~ Enough teasing!” His fingers tangled in Minho’s hair and pulled roughly. “I’m ready for you!”
How could he deny him any longer with those moans? Minho removed his fingers and grabbed the base of his dick, angling himself to get inside of him. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
The second Taemin felt the head touch his backside, he thrust his hips back and shoved Minho deep inside of him. “Ooh fuck!”
Minho gasped loudly and clutched Taemin’s hips. “You’re so tight! Go easy~!” He bit his lip and closed his eyes, feeling an overwhelming heat engulf him once he was deep inside.
Taemin rested his head on Minho’s chest, whimpering slightly. “Minho, Minho~” He pulled the older out just a bit realizing he’d taken too much of him too fast; he still needed to adjust. “Mmmh,” He moaned quietly.
“Would this be better?” Without pulling out, Minho rolled them over to let Taemin rest on his back. He pushed the back of the younger’s thighs to lift his legs a bit.
“Ne,” Taemin smiled and reached up to touch Minho’s face. “That’s much better.” With his knees almost reaching his chest, he also held his thighs to keep his legs in place.
“Good,” Minho began to pull and push his hips carefully. No matter how soft or hard he went, Taemin tightened around him when he did. But they always moved slowly, maybe too slowly, but for them it was perfect. Every sensitive nerve was being tickled and stimulated as they moved against each other, making a warm friction that was heating them both up. They both shook despite their body temperature, overwhelmed with strong feelings. Their lips met occasionally for a passionate kiss and their hands grasped tightly for support.
“Hyung, you feel so amazing~” Taemin moaned between breaths. “You feel incredible!” He locked his ankles together around Minho’s back to pull him in tighter. “Touch me.” He directed his hand to his twitching cock. “Stroke me really good, please~”
“Taemin-ah,” Minho bit down on Taemin’s collarbone and did what he was asked, using his precum to slide his large hand up and down his sensitive member. He rolled the head between his fingers when he felt his release coming. “You’re so close.”
Taemin nodded quickly, agreeing. “Is hyung close too?” He squeaked, trying to stay on the edge as long as possible.
“Ne,” Minho answered. He pressed his lips to Taemin’s ear and thrust a bit faster, angling differently to find that special spot. “Cum for me, Taemin-ah~”
“Ah!” Taemin arched his back, feeling his prostate brushed against.
“Scream really loud when you cum for me.” Minho beat Taemin’s cock until it began to leak.
“Ooh my god, Minho-hyung!” Taemin rocked his hips as he came, his cum shooting in long white ribbons onto his chest and stomach. “Ooh oh yess! Fuck me hyung!”
He lost it; Minho didn’t stop thrusting during his release for one second, allowing Taemin’s contracting muscles to milk his cock dry. “Taemin, Taemin!” He was much louder when he was sober, Taemin noticed, and he loved it. “You fucking gorgeous boy…” He panted slowly after he finally rested his body.
Taemin looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, worried that he might leave again like last time. “Hyung,” His eyes watered from the overwhelming feeling in his heart; he was so in love.
His swollen lips were slightly parted and his hair was disheveled and Minho could see how vulnerable he was. He was afraid to speak, afraid to ruin the tender moment between them. He still rested on top of Taemin lightly and was touching his warm cheeks. He moved his hips to pull out but Taemin stopped him.
“Wait, don’t just yet…” He asked shyly. “You’re so warm.” His breath hitched in his throat when he went to speak again. “Well, y-you don’t have to if you want to separate instead…”
“I don’t,” Minho assured. “I just figured I would clean you up. But if you want me to stay right here, I will.”
Taemin blushed. “I’m sorry… it’s just that, you know, last time…”
Minho sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. Last time they had sex he totally blew him off right after he was satisfied. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, too many mistakes.” He kissed Taemin’s forehead. “Too many mistakes to deserve what you’ve given me, that’s for sure.”
Taemin idly stroked his fingers on Minho’s chest. “You’re sick; it’s not your fault.”
“It is my fault.”
“Well, you’re recovering. You may make mistakes but you’re recovering.” He nuzzled the older closer. “Stay by my side. Please? We’ll take care of each other. I think you need me as much as I need you…”
Minho nodded and smiled. “I’ll stay with you. And I’ll take care of you.”
“Hyung~” Taemin wrapped his arms around Minho’s back and pulled him in closer for a tight hug. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”
“I’ll do my best for you, I promise. I mean it.” Minho made sure to look into the younger’s eyes. “I love you.” He smiled seeing the cute expression Taemin gave after hearing that; shock and surprise and joy all at once. “I love you.” He repeated just to see that expression again.
“Hyung,” His eyes fell to Minho’s lips momentarily, but not without being noticed. “I love you too.” They kissed, gently at first, then with more fervor. Not even just a few minutes later they were back to exploring each other’s bodies, expressing their love even deeper.