Taking Care Of You
Title: Taking Care Of You
Pairing: Minho x Onew
Rate: NC-17
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His eyelids fell as they grew unbearable to keep open. The emotion spread across his body, extending out to every muscle as they all followed by relaxing completely. He felt himself slipping. He didn't want it to stop.
Onew jumped in his seat as he was overcome with the sense he was falling. Auburn eyes snapped open and once again focused on the mic in front of him. He had dozed off again. Onew looked aroud, he was in the small recording room.. Onew looked down at the small digital clock on the bottom of the computer screen 9:25 P.M. Onew groaned. He was exhausted to the point of no return. It had been a long recording session. all the other members finished recording except him and Minho.
Onew turned his gaze to Mino who entered the room.
"Onew? you still didn't finish recording?"
Blood pulsed in his head. "almost...Minho"
"Onew, you do not seem to look very well."
Everything was so loud.
"..Onew?"
His eyesight became hazy. Minho became a huge blur.
Onew felt himself slip out of his chair and then, the dull pain of his body connecting with hard floor before everything went black.
Onew slid his hand back into his shirt at the sound of a muffled beep, removing the thermometer from his lips. He brought it close to his eyes, straining to read the tiny digital numbers. He was freed from this chore however as pale fingers snatched the device and held it in that way only Minho could.
"Jinki your fever is 40 degrees.. for god sake Jinki why didn't you tell us that you're sick" Minho yelled "That is a high fever."
Onew made a noise in his throat that he found the most suitable in his current position. Minho had helped him regain enough consciousness to hobble over to the bed in their room that was closest to the bathroom. Minho currently sat beside him on the mattress in that awkward position, forced by bondage to stay.
"I'm going to call the manager and tell him that we will pospond our recording for tomorrow" Minho said in low voice.
"Why canceling yours.. you go, I can take..." before Onew could finish his sentence he felt his mind went little dizzy.
Minho pulled Onew before falling " Jinki.. please don't move too much.. see you're hurting your self"
Hearing this, Onew nodded. Minho left him to get him the medical aid for his fever. Minho is very good when it comes to first aid. he knows each medicine is used for. It's all thanks to his mother for teaching him.
"Stomach pain?"
Onew nodded again.
"Sore throat?"
Onew shook his head.
"Hazy?"
Onew nodded once more.
"Anything else?"
Onew rubbed his temples. " headache."
At this statement, Minho looked at him.
"Jinki.. Are you feeling cold too?."
"Yeah..and The headache is affecting my brain."
"I'll just come.. wait here" Minho said and left out to go to his and Jonghyun room.
The room became quite and Onew found himself drifting off again. Pushing past the ache in his head and limbs, the boy found that he was quite exhausted.
Minho came back through the door and shut it behind himself with a small click that broke Onew from his daze. Good, a pill to help him get some sleep. But he found a problem. Minho held no pill, only a small square of plastic. Sitting up slowly as to not disturb his headache, he stared at the small square and hoped Minho would get the hint and tell him what it was. Minho did, and held the square up in Onew 's view. Inside the plastic was an obelisk-shaped form of something…
No.
He couldn't be serious.
Onew gave a small laugh to confirm this. "Where's the pill, Minho ?"
The other man remained emotionless as he raised the plastic higher. "Right here."
"I'm being serious, Minho ."
"So am I Jinki"
Onew 's heart raced as Minho 's pale hand tore off the top of the plastic covering and the man advanced towards him. In response, the brown haired boy scooted away, a look of terror dabbing his features as he realized that Minho might not be joking.
"M-Minho ," Onew stuttered. "There are alternatives."
"No there's none, I called my mom and I told her about your symptoms. she said these pill are the best medicine to heal you" Minho said in low voice.
Onew couldn't believe this was happening.
"A suppository?!"
"You don't have to be so embarrassed, Jinki."
Embarrassed?! Onew wondered, in his current state, what his chances were in beating the living shit out of Mino.
Minho now sat in front of him, the opened plastic square held between a skinny index finger and thumb and unfazed dark eyes staring at Onew .
"Lay down, Jinki ."
"N-No way!" Onew pulled against the hold Minho his elbow. He was going to fight god damnit. "What the hell is wrong with you?! I'll never-!"
Minho pulled back. "Calm down, Jinki . It's the most logical way. I'll do it for you."
Each time Minho tried to grab him Onew would push away, causing them to begin their mini-fight.
"No! No way! Fucking pervert!" Onew found himself repetitively yelling.
"Now why does everyone think that?" Minho said more to himself than the other boy as he continued to try to pin Onew to the bed. Even in his condition, Onew was in fact putting up a fight. Exclaiming words of protest every once in a while, hits were aimed at any vulnerable spot Minho showed as he tried to suppress the other boy. It was only a matter of time before the fever kicked right in.
And it did. Onew 's chest began to heave with the effort he put in his struggle and the dizziness behind his eyes was becoming dreadful. Nausea crept up his throat and in fear of vomiting. Onew fell back into his pillow, gasping for breath. This was horrible.
Minho took this chance to take hold of Onew 's wrists. The boy still squirmed, which was only natural, but he could feel that the other wasn't resisting as much. As Onew's strength wore down and loud curse words turned into mumbles, Minho took the chance to slowly unhook Onew 's belt and slip off dark jeans with his remaining hand. Only a pair of navy blue boxers stood in the way of Onew and half-naked humiliation.
Onew acquired an ounce of gratitude for his fever; the heat from the sickness hid the new heat creeping up into his cheeks as he felt cold fingers slip off his boxers. Onew did not know why he had quit fighting against it-it had to be the illness. And, as he finally stopped caring as much, he looked back at Minho . He found something interesting.
Minho was nervous.
The dark haired man looked only at Onew and not much at what he was doing. It was also odd to find a small tint in those pale cheeks as Minho hovered over him from the spot in between his legs. Onew gasped subtly as a cold hand was placed at the back of his thigh, Minho giving the gesture for the boy to raise his knees.
"I am sorry," Minho apologized.
Onew made a noise in his throat.
Minho retrieved the small plastic square that he had dropped during their struggle and used his fingers to maneuver the medicine out of the package. Onew felt himself tremble ever so slightly and squirmed a little at the hold Minho currently had on his wrists. There was no way…
A finger pressed itself into his entrance and Onew 's eyes screwed shut, a strangled cry removing itself from his mouth. The boy had been so preoccupied in denial, he hadn't even gotten to prepare himself for the intrusion. Minho had frozen instantly at the cry, looking at Onew like he had truly hurt the boy. Dark eyes stayed locked on that face that was contorted in slight uncomfort and something else Minho couldn't really understand. The fact that he was most dealing with though is that he had liked that cry that came from the boy under him for some reason and unconsciously pushed his finger deeper inside Onew , thinking of something to say as an excuse.
"I am going to spread it around as it melts so it will work faster." At this, Minho began to swirl his finger around inside him.
Onew made a small noise that he had been trying to suppress as Minho moved his finger. He had gotten used to the foreign digit and the uncomfortable feeling had fled to reveal a completely opposite one. A pressure began to build at the base of his stomach and Onew came to a shocking revelation. He was getting turned on.
"Min-stop.. The other might come" Onew pleaded. Minho was only looking at his face and thus his problem would be kept secret if Minho would stop now. Instead, he felt Minho let go of his wrists and the other man rest it beside him on the bed to keep himself stable as he leaned over Onew . With his wrists now free, Onew brought his hands up to Minho 's arms to prepare to push him off but never got the chance. Onew felt a second finger shove its way into his entrance and let out another cry, gripping the fabric over Minho 's arms.
"Minhoooooo-"
"It is not finished melting yet." Minho began to move both fingers inside Onew and watched in wide eyed fascination as the boy's features changed from one thing to another. He watched the red tint on ONew's face grow darker and felt his own grow warmer. Minho knew that it was completely illogical for him to be doing this. He could have just left the suppository in there and let it melt on its own. Yet, Minho let his body continue with its instinctive actions, something he had never done before. Minho watched Onew 's face in awe. He couldn't stop watching parted lips that let out small gasps of breath. Couldn't stop watching half-lidded eyes. Couldn't stop watching the small beads of sweat that began to form. Couldn't stop watching brown hair that moved every time Onew tilted his head. Minho had no idea what was going on. He loved Onew 's noises. He loved Onew 's face. He wanted to see more. yes he admited, he always had a weak spot for Onew. he always adore him, the leader.
Onew tilted his head to the side which exposed a portion of his neck. Minho felt himself unconsciously lean down and bury his own face in the crook of the boy's neck, Onew giving out a gasp in reaction.
"M-Minho …what…?"
"What is that, Jinki ?" Minho replied, breath tickling Onew 's neck.
"What?"
"I feel something."
Onew did not know what the other man meant until Minho moved to look downward. As the dark haired man had leaned forward, Onew 's erection had pressed itself lightly against Mino's leg. The boy panicked, gripping Minho 's arms tighter.
"N-No! Don't look!"
Minho had seen though and was not very surprised. He had known with a great percentage that something like this might happen and was in a way amused at the great embarrassment that the leader showed for it. Minho had let his instinct take over a while ago and he wasn't planning for it to end either. He slowly removed his fingers from the inside of Onew .
"You don't have to be so embarrassed, Jinki ," Minho repeated once more. "If you release some tension, it might make the end of your illness come quicker than expected."
Onew jerked as he felt Minho 's hand wrap around his erection and let out another cry. He had no idea what was going on. Yet, he knew he didn't care. Eyes slipped shut as the other man's hand began to move up and down his cock, fleeting tremors of pleasure running up and down his spine.
"Ah. Minhooo…"
Minho loved that face, that expression so foreign on Onew . An expression that was foreign to him also. Minho moved himself downward and removed his hand from Onew 's member, causing a small whimper to bubble out of the other boy's throat. The now free, pale hand pushed up Onew 's shirt to his midsection, Minho planting a trail of kisses downward on the hot, exposed skin. Onew grasped handfuls of bed sheets as he felt Minho 's mouth get closer and closer to his erection, the anticipation almost unbearable. When a warm mouth did enclose over him, Onew thought he would explode right then and there. He moaned and gasped as Minho 's tongue swirled around his cock and the other man begin to move his head.
"Minho …faster..." Onew found himself pleading.
He had let himself go; all reasoning had been thrown out long ago. Now all he could focus on was the mouth sucking his member and how it made him shake with pleasure. Onew moaned loudly when he felt one of Minho 's fingers return to his entrance, the digit swirling itself around his opening and moving itself in and out. The pressure that had built up inside of Onew was becoming unbearable and he found himself gripping a handful of dark hair that was surprisingly soft. He felt himself come so close but…
Minho glanced up from his position. Onew was looking back at him and the boy seemed to be struggling with something. Removing himself from Onew , he replaced the job with his hand once more and took back his spot hovering above the boy.
"Jinki, you can come. It's alright."
Minho 's words and the hands manipulating him finally drove him over the edge. Onew came violently in Minho's hand with a moan, back arching and hands gripping Minho's shoulders as his body shuddered. Minho watched this new expression with fascination, not minding the warm liquid that poured over his hand.
As Onew calmed down, his eyes opened slowly to lock with black ones and both looked on at each other in silence. Minho 's eyes moved around that face that had fascinated him so and came to lock on parted lips once again. Even though his logic was returning back as the haze from his mind lifted, he got one more urge that he felt at the time was necessary.
"Onew -kun?"
"H-Huh?"
Minho paused. "May I kiss you?"
The question was so formal that it threw Onew completely off guard. nodded subtly and slid his eyes shut as he felt warm lips cover his own.
When they broke apart, Minho and Onew continued to stare at each other.
"let's keep this a secret" Onew said softly and Mino nodded.
looking t Onew again he continued
"Has the suppository worked yet, Onew?"
Onew snatched the nearest pillow and pelted the Minho's head with it.
"I hope you get sick you bastard."