TAT (2/?)
2
There’s always a brownnoser in the bunch
Kibum was chatting animatedly to his little group of the same age as he stripped off the hoodie and pants. “So basically our pool was renovated over the summer to look like this one at the school. I worked out a lot in there.”
He slid off the boxers quickly and ran a thin, pearlescent blue speedo over his exposed skin. He stretched his arms up and inhaled the scent of the locker room. He couldn’t say it was the best smell at times, but, it was normal and comfortable. He bent over and unzipping his duffel bag to retrieve his goggles and cap.
Slap!
“Ow!” he turned around. “What was that for, Jinwoon?!”
He rubbed the stinging patch on his backside and cowered into a corner. Being the only child he got whatever he wanted with a few tears and an unmistakably pretty pout. This took years of practice and he finally mastered it. He thought of dead puppies, the world coming to an end, and a broken latch on his new coach messenger bag, shipped and package especially for him. When the tears started forming around the bottom lid he got up. He pushed Jinwoon out of the way and ran to the other side of the room.
He looked through the aisles of half-naked to very naked men until he saw him. He marched with heavy steps through the jungle and stopped. He buried his head into the elder’s shoulder and whined loudly through his hiccupping sobs. Yes, we are talking real sobs, real droplets of tears, and incoherent accusing sounds.
“Is that some kind of sex moan, dear? Why, I haven’t heard that one before.” Jonghyun tousled the silky hair and chuckled. He pulled the red faced boy off of him, arm’s length. “What happened now?”
Kibum took a deep breathe to slow the groans and whimpering. “Jinwoon, he… slaps, he ahh! Me, he s-slapped my… BUTT!” he pulled the skin tight suit down to show him the bright red blotch.
“Its slap ass day, honey, haven’t you tapped anyone yet?” he watched Kibum shake his head and he sighed. “I told you not to play with those losers this morning anyways. This isn’t my problem. Come on, coach is going to have a huge fit if we aren’t practicing our laps.”
Jonghyun snaked an arm around his shoulder and dragged him into the bleachers that surrounded the large pool. He whispered little nothings while waiting for their coach to come out of his closed office. The possessive hand still remained. They haven’t come out of the closet; if both of them were really in the closet. Nobody seemed to suspect their doings so they just kept on going. It seemed as everyday it was something more.
Jonghyun’s lips brushed closer to Kibum’s ear. Their touches getting more intimate. Their hands always on some part of each other’s bodies for a few seconds too long. Something like this was normal to the swim team. And if you were really to inspect their behavior it would seem as half the team was gay.
Jonghun walked by and sat next to Kibum. He swiveled a finger over a bright red apple and gave out a long frown. “I hate how all the good stuff is bad for your body.” Kibum nodded in agreement and Jonghun grinned as he dragged the ripe fruit along the milky arm. “But you are sweeter; yet, my body is as healthy as ever.”
“Pffbt. Just because you’re a senior doesn’t mean anything, Jonghun.” Jonghyun scoffed out and moved to the other bench.
Kibum gave a weary smile before waving and going to follow the other. He slid into the bench and opened his hand on his knee, being as inviting as possible. It took a while but soon enough warm fingers were laced into his. Jonghyun took his towel and spread it out in the air. He kept his hand in Kibum’s as he laid it on the skinny thighs.
Jonghyun smiled with pride. “Only I should see your legs.” He drew a clear ‘x’ on the cottony white towel and grinned. “Mine.”
Except, Kibum wasn’t his. He was already taken by a beautiful straight A student that was involved in everything. She was named, Seohyun. What a tragedy it was. But she was visiting her cousins in Korea and coming back later on. Jonghyun still had some time to play.
“Sleepover. My house. Friday?” Kibum clearly spoke those few words and left them hanging in the air.
The elder nodded. “Did you already ask the guys?”
“Yeah.”
“Why am I always the last one to know?”
“Because you’re old.”
“Gee, thanks, I really wanted to hear of my aging. But I bet you I’ll be the next George Clooney!” Jonghyun sputtered happily. “Or Brad Pitt! Oh, and you need to clean my ears today, it’s getting gooey.”
. . . . .
The week passed by quickly. It was already Friday and he was on the board for radio DJ because of his voice. He pressed the palm of his hand on the desk and watched the blurry room as his chair swiveled along the small space. He had headphones hanging loosely against the frame of his face.
He waited one second after the loud music ceased and he adjusted his headphones. “And that was the one song we all should know, love to know, and hate to hear every hour on the dot! I’d take calls now, anything you want to know I should be able to answer it. And by Principle Eigen’s request please keep it school appropriate. I’ll be waiting.” He spun his chair around and went to the cd shelf.
He was sorting through the many groups by letter and placing them in an orderly fashion.
He was shifting every which way, longing for some kind of human interaction. Well, he was leaving in ten minutes anyways, so maybe one call didn’t matter. He took his hand phone out and smiled at the envelope icon from: Taebaby.
Hyung~! IDK what to bring tonight… will we be swimming? Oooh! We should, you can turn the heat on, yeah, sounds good, see you in a bit.
-Taetae.
He shook his head amusingly and exited out of the inbox to gaze into his wallpaper. It was a picture Dongwoon took of Jonghyun and him at their first soccer game. It was funny, they haven’t even started school, yet, their coach pounded their bodies into shape the whole summer. But not everything about soccer was fun.
-Summer of 2010; boy’s locker room-
His limped into the empty room after accusing Jokwon of his aching thighs and abdomen. It was empty. He opened his locker with ease and pulled out his hero; Icy Hot. He walked around the perimeter of the locker room and returned in front of his own locker.
He slid his sweats down and slipped his hands down near his hip bones. He rubbed the area a little, gasping from how much they hurt. He opened the plastic jar and inhaled the strong scent that filled the area. He smiled as his nerves calmed down the slightest bit.
He stuck his hand into the cooling gunk and covered the tips of his fingers with it and sat down. He gave out a tired sigh and started rubbing the soreness away in a circular motion. He didn’t know what made a slow gasp but he knew he heard it. It could’ve been him. Or… someone was watching.
“Need help?” the voice was soft and calm.
Kibum turned around and smiled from the presence of his friend. “I can do it myself, thanks.”
“No, really, I’m the best at this. C’mere.” They both took a step closer. Kibum smeared the leftover Icy Hot on Jonghyun’s fingertips. He laid on the hard plastic bench, his legs spread and swinging side to side. Jonghyun went in between his legs and pulled him closer by dragging his thighs on top of his waist. It was a very uncomfortable position to Kibum, but, he never asked him to stop, maybe that was his problem.
The blunt fingers hinged on his Calvin Klein waistband and slowly drove it down. He wanted to see more but the reflex of Kibum’s hand was too fast. Jonghyun slowly rubbed the stickiness on his hands and blew on it with hot air.
His hands connected with the hard bones that jutted under the thin skin and rubbed gently. He purposely pushed his own hips up against Kibum’s and watched him give out a soft mewl. His fingers sprawled all around the hip bones and rutted against them in a tapping motion.
Jonghyun leaned forward, his chest rubbing softly against Kibum’s as he laid a sweet and innocent kiss on his virgin lips. And they kept at it, unknowing to the watcher outside the double doors.
Krystal backed away. She was terrified. Why were they like this? They were boys for Christ sake! She bounced off the wall to double check, making sure she wasn’t imagining it; and she wasn’t.
“Oppa…” the words left her mouth slowly, dragging every bit of air out of her lungs. Her throat ached. Her first love, was kissing a boy, Kim Jonghyun was kissing Kibum.
-End of flashback-
*
Kibum looked at the clock; 7:28 PM. They were all supposed to be there at 6:30. They were planning to have a night of junk food and horror movies in the miniature house Kibum called his bedroom. He went to the nearest blockbuster personally and picked out the scariest movies he’s ever seen and rented them. His mom bought all the snacks she could hold and bought them.
Kibum let a long sigh prove his boredom as he tapped through his iPhone apps for anything new.
“Well isn’t this a party.” Jonghyun shouted. He went on the side of the full sized bed and rolled his night bag over the side. His arms splayed out over Kibum’s outstretched legs.
Kibum protested. “Where have you been?!”
“Calm down dear, we were helping your umma with some stuff downstairs. She’s really petite. I can’t believe you’d let her do all that work by herself.”
“She was surfing the web the last time I saw her.”
Taemin and Minho entered the room with wide eyes and a handful of grocery bags. They set it down and joined them on the soft blue bed. It was quiet for a few seconds.
“Your mom is hot.” Minho mumbled as he rolled on his side. Jonghyun and Taemin nodded in sync. Honestly, Kibum knew she was hot. She was announced the hottest mom in their small town’s poll for eight straight weeks in a row. Her year of Pilates and yoga certainly gave her the tightest butt and perfect figure. She was tight in every place you could think of. And of course Kibum joined her in all her classes, showing off his own splitting image whenever he stood next to her.
Kibum got off the crowded bed and went up to the full bags to empty them on the rectangular table full of snacks. He tried hard not to pout but it was second nature already.
“Why don’t you guys make a fan base for her then? I’m sure it’s better than this sleep over anyways.”
Taemin got off the bed, too, and stood next to his hyung. His eyes peeking above a small sofa pillow in perfect angles. “We didn’t mean it like that; we haven’t seen you in forever! If we didn’t want to do this we would’ve ditched completely. It was your fault for going to Korea in the first place, Mr. I-don’t-know-what-you’re-doing-this-summer-but-I’m-going-to-korea-with-Jinki-hyung-and-leaving-you-poor-souls-here-alone-until-i-come-back-one-day-before-school-starts!”
“Yeah, we really missed you. Lacrosse was really weird this summer. Even Seohyun was getting bad at the practices. Do you not see what you do to this world?” Minho was sincere and it showed. He picked at a green gumdrop and popped it in his mouth before laughing. “Guys, did you see Seohyun fumble that one ball and slip on her back? That was a classic.”
He got an awkward, weak, punch in his arm and he grinned once more before sitting down on the fluffy beanbags.
Jonghyun laid there on the bed until he propped his elbows up. He bit his lower lip and scanned the snack table with ease. He swung his palms over his eyes,” God. Coach told us to be healthy for the game on Friday, guys. Look at you people scarf down diabetes!”
Kibum took one foot out of his Keroro slippers and scratched his shin. He went to the window that overlooked his new and improved indoor pool. “Fine then, Jonghyun, want us to go take some laps to burn off these calories?”
Minho jumped off his marshmallow and clapped his hands on Kibum’s shoulders. He wriggled the tiny frame and squeezed him in a long hug.
“So this is why you were MIA. You built a pool for us!”
He went back to his backpack and fished out a pair of swimming pants. He slipped his gym shorts off along with his briefs- which he never, ever does, ever- and dragged the next pair on. He examined his body in the tall mirror that leaned carefully along the corner of the wall and flexed his stomach.
“Looks nice enough to show your mom, let’s get to it!” he joked.
*
Taemin shivered. “I thought you put the heat on.”
Kibum gave a small smile and tugged his towel off of Jonghyun. I thought I did too, he thought to himself.
They all ran upstairs and went to the bathroom. The pair of showers was a perfect duo made for them last year. The heat busted out of the nozzle and covered their paled bodies. It was the perfect temperature.
*
“Pssst! Are you still awake?” Jonghyun shifted on his side, which wasn’t any better for the hardwood floors below him, but he had a nice view of Kibum. He scooted closer. Closer. Closer, until he could feel the hot breathe radiating from Kibum’s heart shaped mouth. He peeked ahead at the gigantic bed until he decided that the younger ones were asleep. He smiled to himself.
“Good night, dear.”
And he kissed his princess once on the cheek. Once on the forehead. Once on the other cheek until he reached the reddened lips. He’d save that for later.