Sexy Can I [ontae, jongkey] [PG-15] [1/1]
Title: Sexy Can I
Pairing: Ontae, Jongkey
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: PG-15 [Language, Sexual Situations]
Word Count: 1,741
Summary: Young love is blind to faults.
A/N: For wishiwuzkagome , this isn't what you asked for ... but, I hope it will suffice. ^o^;; Beta'd by the lovely eijifujiryoma!
It's like the recording for the backing track on their last album all over again. The dark practice room, thank god it's sound proof, is filled with high, nearly soprano, moans of pleasure. Pants, moans, and groans are abound and blending together harmoniously in a way only trained singers can accomplish.
Taemin grins around the hot dick in his mouth as his boyfriend sings his name above him. It's totally worth the bruises he's going to get on his knees. But when Jinki suddenly cries out for “more,” his mind is left blank. It's like his chem test all over again. Just like he couldn't remember the answer to questions ten through fifteen, he can't remember for the life of him what the video said to do at this point.
Okay, begin with hand job. Right, he'd done that - the cork screw technique had been a little difficult, but Jinki was just turned on by the touch alone, so Taemin had time to adjust and experiment. Then he'd taken control, turned Jinki on further, by shoving him against the gray fabric covered wall. After that, his heart's pounding so fast he doesn't really remember what he did. But he followed the video to a tee, that he's sure of.
But now that he's practically swallowing Jinki's huge cock, what is he supposed to do? His eyes widen and he has to stop himself from flailing. This is when he needs Kibum for advice, not in the midst of calculus homework.
Taemin grasps at any inkling of memory - what did the video say to do next?! - and instead remembers what he overheard some of the older members of Super Junior discussing.
Tickle the balls.
Eyes narrowing in concentration, Taemin continues to swirl his tongue lollipop style around the mass in his mouth while reaching out and cupping the balls pretty much dangling in his face. How to go about tickling … ?
Jinki just misses kneeing Taemin in the face when he jerks with laughter. Giggles bubble out along with Taemin's name and his cheeks are quickly turning red from all of the sensations. Taemin's lips smack contently around Jinki's dick and the noise is so sexy, when Jinki looks down and sees how red his lips are and how disheveled his hair is - from his pulls and tugs - he's overwhelmed. A warmth pools in his stomach and without warning his hips buck forward and he's spilling hot cum down the back of Taemin's throat.
Taemin coughs, taken by surprise. “Ah! Jinki, you were supposed to warn me!”
“Sorry,” his boyfriend pants, collapsing onto the floor in front of him just as Taemin falls forward, fist pounding against his chest.
In a show of affection that makes Taemin purr like a kitten, Jinki pulls their bodies flush against each other and runs his hand through his hair lovingly. Jinki coos into his ear just how “amazing” and “hot” and “sexy” Taemin is until the auburn haired teen is practically glowing with pride.
Later on, the steam of the sauna rising around him, Jinki sits reminiscing, his manhood covered only by a small, white towel. A goofy grin is spread across his lips, eyes crescent moons of pure bliss as he remembers the feel of his boyfriend's lips, tongue, hands - shit, he does not want to get a hard on right now.
“Well, don't you have sex written all over your face.”
Jinki opens his eyes, blinks, tries to locate that distinct voice. “Jonghyun?”
The brunette falls onto the wood plank seat beside him and raises an eyebrow. “Jinki, for my sake, can you try not to be so obvious that you're fucking our maknae?”
“Fu - what? No! I - “ Jinki babbles, flustered.
Jonghyun shakes his head. “Kibum will kill me for sure.”
Jinki gulps. “Why would he … kill you?”
“He'll blame me for not stopping you,” he says, leaning back and allowing his golden skin to fully soak up the sauna's fumes, “Of course, he'll probably castrate you.”
Unconsciously, Jinki protectively covers the pride and joy between his legs with his hands. It sends shivers down his spine just thinking of Kibum finding out about him and Taemin … “Are you sure he'd be like that?” Jinki practically squeaks.
Jonghyun opens one eye to look at him. “Are you kidding? He treats the kid like his own freaking son. You're screwed, Jinki, no way your dick lives through this.”
Jinki gulps. So much for a relaxing trip to the sauna.
“Kibummie?”
Flipping his bangs out of his eyes, Kibum turns towards the door from his position on the exercise bike he's occupying in their spare work out room. “What's up?”
Taemin scoots farther into the room, the dorm's old office turned into a work out space. “Can I … ask you something?”
The immobile wheels on the bike stop turning and Kibum reaches out for his water bottle as he slings a towel around his neck, damp with sweat. “Sure,” he says, hopping down from the bike. He doesn't need to do a full work out today anyway - or, at least, Taemin provides the perfect excuse for him not to.
“Well,” Taemin starts as Kibum throws an arm around his shoulders and they begin to walk down the hall, “I was wondering how to give a good blow job?”
Kibum all at once chokes on his water and spits it out. “What the hell - what did you just say?”
The younger man gives him a heartwarming, innocent smile. “I know you know, so please help me?”
Kibum's eyes widen in utter horror. “You must be joking! Minho put you up to this, didn't he? Or was it that jack ass Jinki? Tell me so I can kill them instead of you!”
“No one put me up to it,” Taemin says, blinking, “You wouldn't really kill me, Kibummie?”
Just like that, Kibum can feel himself breaking. Damn it. He peers over his shoulder for eavesdroppers before turning his attention back to the dancer. “I really shouldn't be telling you this, but … “
Taemin nods along and listens with more attention than he's ever given a single one of his school teachers.
After a late night dance practice and fights for showering privileges - Kibum always gets to go first, no matter how much of an argument Jonghyun puts forth that he's older - everyone settles into their respective beds. A few toss and turns and Kibum is convinced he won't be able to sleep. Grabbing his pillow and stuffing his feet into his slippers, he wanders down the hallway.
“Out,” he orders, jerking his thumb towards the door as he enters the second bedroom.
Minho grunts in annoyance, but eventually the silent giant untangles himself from his covers and stumbles out of the room and down the hall. Smiling, satisfied, Kibum shuts the door and then pushes his way into Jonghyun's bed.
“Ugh, Kibum, why?” Jonghyun groans, rolling over reluctantly after a sharp jab to the ribs.
Kibum huffs. “Shut up, you should be glad to see your boyfriend.”
“No, I should be glad to see the inside of my eye lids.”
A sharp slap sounds through the room. Jonghyun instantly grabs his shoulder in pain.
“So, I had the most disturbing conversation with Taemin today,” Kibum begins while snuggling under the covers, tugging them away from his boyfriend.
Jonghyun hugs himself for warmth. “Oh? So, he finally told you about him and Jinki doing the nasty?”
“He wanted to know how to - what the fuck did you just say?” Kibum sits straight up in the bed, yanking the covers further from Jonghyun.
Clad only in his boxers and desperate for warmth, Jonghyun tries to weasel the covers away while explaining, “He told you about him and Jinki, right?”
Kibum smacks his hands away, mouth gaping in shock. “Oh my god, no! What? They - but - my baby!” His voice is reaching octaves Jonghyun's worked years to hit.
“Look, just go talk to them about it,” Jonghyun whines, “Let me sleep in peace.”
Kibum throws the covers to the floor. “Oh, damn straight I'll go talk to them about it. Like hell Jinki's getting away with this.”
Jonghyun dives for the blanket. Once Kibum has successfully stomped out of the room and down the hall, the singer settles back into his bed, curling into the warmth of his blanket and shutting his eyes against the impending chaos.
The lights are switched on, announcing Kibum's entrance. Minho is dead to the world on Kibum's bed, but both Jinki and Taemin throw their arms over their eyes to block out the light.
“What are you doing Kibum - “
“Prepare to die!”
Shouts and shrills fill the dorm. It takes their manager's door banging open and him rushing into the room with his robe barely fastened properly to calm the whirlwind that is Kim Kibum. Even then, it takes Taemin's help to pull the man off of SHINee's leader.
“Boys!” their manager thunders, “Sleep! We all need sleep!”
“How can I sleep knowing - “
“Kibum.” He leaves no room for argument.
With a huff, Kibum lets himself be dragged out of the room, but not without making threatening motions towards Jinki's sensitive parts.
“Taemin, I'm scared.”
“Sh, it's okay, baby. I won't let Kibum kill you.”
“Shut up,” Minho growls and Taemin jumps into bed with Jinki in fear.
The corners of Taemin's lips curl devilishly as Jinki's back slams into the wall. It makes him hard just seeing that look on his boyfriend's face, so when Taemin roughly shoves his knee in between his legs Jinki thinks he's going to die from erotic pleasure.
Leaning forward, Taemin's teeth graze Jinki's earlobe as he whisper huskily, “Kibum finally broke and taught me some tricks.”
From down the hall the howl of pain reaches Kibum's ears from where he's stretched out across Jonghyun's firm chest. “Haha, bitch, teach you to fuck my son!”
Pairing: Ontae, Jongkey
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: PG-15 [Language, Sexual Situations]
Word Count: 1,741
Summary: Young love is blind to faults.
A/N: For wishiwuzkagome , this isn't what you asked for ... but, I hope it will suffice. ^o^;; Beta'd by the lovely eijifujiryoma!
It's like the recording for the backing track on their last album all over again. The dark practice room, thank god it's sound proof, is filled with high, nearly soprano, moans of pleasure. Pants, moans, and groans are abound and blending together harmoniously in a way only trained singers can accomplish.
Taemin grins around the hot dick in his mouth as his boyfriend sings his name above him. It's totally worth the bruises he's going to get on his knees. But when Jinki suddenly cries out for “more,” his mind is left blank. It's like his chem test all over again. Just like he couldn't remember the answer to questions ten through fifteen, he can't remember for the life of him what the video said to do at this point.
Okay, begin with hand job. Right, he'd done that - the cork screw technique had been a little difficult, but Jinki was just turned on by the touch alone, so Taemin had time to adjust and experiment. Then he'd taken control, turned Jinki on further, by shoving him against the gray fabric covered wall. After that, his heart's pounding so fast he doesn't really remember what he did. But he followed the video to a tee, that he's sure of.
But now that he's practically swallowing Jinki's huge cock, what is he supposed to do? His eyes widen and he has to stop himself from flailing. This is when he needs Kibum for advice, not in the midst of calculus homework.
Taemin grasps at any inkling of memory - what did the video say to do next?! - and instead remembers what he overheard some of the older members of Super Junior discussing.
Tickle the balls.
Eyes narrowing in concentration, Taemin continues to swirl his tongue lollipop style around the mass in his mouth while reaching out and cupping the balls pretty much dangling in his face. How to go about tickling … ?
Jinki just misses kneeing Taemin in the face when he jerks with laughter. Giggles bubble out along with Taemin's name and his cheeks are quickly turning red from all of the sensations. Taemin's lips smack contently around Jinki's dick and the noise is so sexy, when Jinki looks down and sees how red his lips are and how disheveled his hair is - from his pulls and tugs - he's overwhelmed. A warmth pools in his stomach and without warning his hips buck forward and he's spilling hot cum down the back of Taemin's throat.
Taemin coughs, taken by surprise. “Ah! Jinki, you were supposed to warn me!”
“Sorry,” his boyfriend pants, collapsing onto the floor in front of him just as Taemin falls forward, fist pounding against his chest.
In a show of affection that makes Taemin purr like a kitten, Jinki pulls their bodies flush against each other and runs his hand through his hair lovingly. Jinki coos into his ear just how “amazing” and “hot” and “sexy” Taemin is until the auburn haired teen is practically glowing with pride.
Later on, the steam of the sauna rising around him, Jinki sits reminiscing, his manhood covered only by a small, white towel. A goofy grin is spread across his lips, eyes crescent moons of pure bliss as he remembers the feel of his boyfriend's lips, tongue, hands - shit, he does not want to get a hard on right now.
“Well, don't you have sex written all over your face.”
Jinki opens his eyes, blinks, tries to locate that distinct voice. “Jonghyun?”
The brunette falls onto the wood plank seat beside him and raises an eyebrow. “Jinki, for my sake, can you try not to be so obvious that you're fucking our maknae?”
“Fu - what? No! I - “ Jinki babbles, flustered.
Jonghyun shakes his head. “Kibum will kill me for sure.”
Jinki gulps. “Why would he … kill you?”
“He'll blame me for not stopping you,” he says, leaning back and allowing his golden skin to fully soak up the sauna's fumes, “Of course, he'll probably castrate you.”
Unconsciously, Jinki protectively covers the pride and joy between his legs with his hands. It sends shivers down his spine just thinking of Kibum finding out about him and Taemin … “Are you sure he'd be like that?” Jinki practically squeaks.
Jonghyun opens one eye to look at him. “Are you kidding? He treats the kid like his own freaking son. You're screwed, Jinki, no way your dick lives through this.”
Jinki gulps. So much for a relaxing trip to the sauna.
“Kibummie?”
Flipping his bangs out of his eyes, Kibum turns towards the door from his position on the exercise bike he's occupying in their spare work out room. “What's up?”
Taemin scoots farther into the room, the dorm's old office turned into a work out space. “Can I … ask you something?”
The immobile wheels on the bike stop turning and Kibum reaches out for his water bottle as he slings a towel around his neck, damp with sweat. “Sure,” he says, hopping down from the bike. He doesn't need to do a full work out today anyway - or, at least, Taemin provides the perfect excuse for him not to.
“Well,” Taemin starts as Kibum throws an arm around his shoulders and they begin to walk down the hall, “I was wondering how to give a good blow job?”
Kibum all at once chokes on his water and spits it out. “What the hell - what did you just say?”
The younger man gives him a heartwarming, innocent smile. “I know you know, so please help me?”
Kibum's eyes widen in utter horror. “You must be joking! Minho put you up to this, didn't he? Or was it that jack ass Jinki? Tell me so I can kill them instead of you!”
“No one put me up to it,” Taemin says, blinking, “You wouldn't really kill me, Kibummie?”
Just like that, Kibum can feel himself breaking. Damn it. He peers over his shoulder for eavesdroppers before turning his attention back to the dancer. “I really shouldn't be telling you this, but … “
Taemin nods along and listens with more attention than he's ever given a single one of his school teachers.
After a late night dance practice and fights for showering privileges - Kibum always gets to go first, no matter how much of an argument Jonghyun puts forth that he's older - everyone settles into their respective beds. A few toss and turns and Kibum is convinced he won't be able to sleep. Grabbing his pillow and stuffing his feet into his slippers, he wanders down the hallway.
“Out,” he orders, jerking his thumb towards the door as he enters the second bedroom.
Minho grunts in annoyance, but eventually the silent giant untangles himself from his covers and stumbles out of the room and down the hall. Smiling, satisfied, Kibum shuts the door and then pushes his way into Jonghyun's bed.
“Ugh, Kibum, why?” Jonghyun groans, rolling over reluctantly after a sharp jab to the ribs.
Kibum huffs. “Shut up, you should be glad to see your boyfriend.”
“No, I should be glad to see the inside of my eye lids.”
A sharp slap sounds through the room. Jonghyun instantly grabs his shoulder in pain.
“So, I had the most disturbing conversation with Taemin today,” Kibum begins while snuggling under the covers, tugging them away from his boyfriend.
Jonghyun hugs himself for warmth. “Oh? So, he finally told you about him and Jinki doing the nasty?”
“He wanted to know how to - what the fuck did you just say?” Kibum sits straight up in the bed, yanking the covers further from Jonghyun.
Clad only in his boxers and desperate for warmth, Jonghyun tries to weasel the covers away while explaining, “He told you about him and Jinki, right?”
Kibum smacks his hands away, mouth gaping in shock. “Oh my god, no! What? They - but - my baby!” His voice is reaching octaves Jonghyun's worked years to hit.
“Look, just go talk to them about it,” Jonghyun whines, “Let me sleep in peace.”
Kibum throws the covers to the floor. “Oh, damn straight I'll go talk to them about it. Like hell Jinki's getting away with this.”
Jonghyun dives for the blanket. Once Kibum has successfully stomped out of the room and down the hall, the singer settles back into his bed, curling into the warmth of his blanket and shutting his eyes against the impending chaos.
The lights are switched on, announcing Kibum's entrance. Minho is dead to the world on Kibum's bed, but both Jinki and Taemin throw their arms over their eyes to block out the light.
“What are you doing Kibum - “
“Prepare to die!”
Shouts and shrills fill the dorm. It takes their manager's door banging open and him rushing into the room with his robe barely fastened properly to calm the whirlwind that is Kim Kibum. Even then, it takes Taemin's help to pull the man off of SHINee's leader.
“Boys!” their manager thunders, “Sleep! We all need sleep!”
“How can I sleep knowing - “
“Kibum.” He leaves no room for argument.
With a huff, Kibum lets himself be dragged out of the room, but not without making threatening motions towards Jinki's sensitive parts.
“Taemin, I'm scared.”
“Sh, it's okay, baby. I won't let Kibum kill you.”
“Shut up,” Minho growls and Taemin jumps into bed with Jinki in fear.
The corners of Taemin's lips curl devilishly as Jinki's back slams into the wall. It makes him hard just seeing that look on his boyfriend's face, so when Taemin roughly shoves his knee in between his legs Jinki thinks he's going to die from erotic pleasure.
Leaning forward, Taemin's teeth graze Jinki's earlobe as he whisper huskily, “Kibum finally broke and taught me some tricks.”
From down the hall the howl of pain reaches Kibum's ears from where he's stretched out across Jonghyun's firm chest. “Haha, bitch, teach you to fuck my son!”