"Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (9/?)
Title: "Wait! I'm Not Gay!" (9/?)Author colorpenxil
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2MIN (Taemin/Minho)
Word Count: 1559
Summary: What had Taemin done that was so wrong?
A/N: I hope you guys are satisfied with this chapter :)
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“B-but Taemin...” Minho said.
“It’s too late hyung.” Taemin cut Minho off, and kissed the older on the lips. Taemin slipped his tongue into Minho’s mouth making his hyung groaned. Minho continued to rub, because he knew Taemin was right. It was too late, and he was sure Taemin was closed.
The maknae panted into Minho’s ear, and mewled. His hyung began rubbing harder with speed making Taemin moaned loudly.
“Hush...” Minho warned. Taemin bit his tongue to keep himself from waking up his other hyungs.
“Hyung,” Taemin whispered, “I’m close.” At that, Minho kissed Taemin to distract him, and the maknae kept his eyes shut. Suddenly, the car gave a bump, and Minho accidentally bit Taemin’s lips, making the younger gasp.
“S-sorry...” Minho began. But Taemin didn’t give a damn. He kissed his hyung before Minho could continue talking. At that moment, Taemin came, white and hot. He groaned and moaned into Minho’s mouth loudly, and quickly turning away, hiding his face under Minho’s chin.
Taemin bit hard onto Minho’s shoulder. The maknae’s come splattered all over Minho’s hand and Taemin’s underwear.
Taemin panted loudly and slid off Minho back onto his seat. The maknae closed his eyes, his mouth gaping for more air, while Minho took his wet hand out of Taemin’s underwear, earning a little groan from the maknae. Minho reached backwards for a tissue and wiped Taemin’s semen off his hand. The maknae could feel his come sliding off his underwear down his inner thighs. He groaned, and reached back for the box of tissue as well.
The maknae put his own hand into his pants and started wiping his come from his thighs and underwear. Taemin didn’t realized Minho was watching him cleaning himself up. There was another bump of the van and one of the sleeping hyungs grunted. But Taemin wasn’t paying attention. Minho also didn’t hear his hyungs, for he was intently watching the maknae cleaning himself up.
“T-Taemin?” the maknae quickly looked up and saw Key-hyung staring at him with his eyes full of surprise. “W-what are you doing?” Taemin froze, his hand still in his pants.
“N-nothing.” He said. Key was starting to freak out.
“OHMYGOD TAEMIN!” Key shouted waking up the other hyungs now. Taemin quickly looked around and took his hand out of his pants.
“OHMYGOD TAEMIN! WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HAND!” Jonghyun quickly turned around for he heard the horror in Key’s voice. His eyes widened when he saw Taemin holding wet tissues full of some kind of white substance. Jonghyun glanced down at the floor.
“WHATISTHATJIZZDOINGONTHEFLOOR!” Jonghyun pointed to the floor of the van.
“OHSHITFUCK! TAEMINAREYOUSERIOUSICANNOTBELIEVETHIS!” Key shouted. Both Jonghyun and Key kept on shouting with a horrified look on their faces. Taemin was speechless, he had absolutely nothing to say, and he did not want to say anything. So he leaned back against his seat and looked at Minho, who looked back at him.
Taemin leaned into Minho, and buried his face under Minho’s chin, not caring what his hyungs would say anymore. The maknae gave out a dry sob, and Minho wrapped one arm around Taemin’s shoulder, burying his face into Taemin’s hair.
Key and Jonghyun wouldn’t stop talking about it, eventually waking up Onew, who was still groggy and did not know what was going on. Back at the hotel, once Taemin got back into his suite, he laid down on his bed with his hands covering his face. Minho sat down on the edge of Taemin’s bed, looking down at the maknae. Taemin opened his eyes and and stared up at Minho.
“H-hyung?” Taemin uttered.
“Yes, Taemin?”
“What did I do that is so wrong?” He reached for Minho’s hand and held it in his, still staring at his hyung.
“Nothing.” Minho replied earnestly, “You did nothing wrong.” He brushed Taemin’s hair from his face and smiled.
“Hyung, I’m s-sorry I made y-you...” Taemin’s face turned red, and his voice trailed off.
“It’s okay, Taemin.” Minho said, “I-I figured you needed it.” The maknae’s face turned even more red and he sat up on one elbow, still holding Minho’s hand.
“Minho-hyung...” Taemin’s tugged on Minho’s arm. “L-lay down with me...” Minho stared at Taemin and there was a long silence. He brushed his fingers on Taemin’s face.
“You should clean yourself up first, Taemin...”
“I’m too tired.” Taemin replied back. Minho tugged on Taemin’s arms, and sat him up.
“I’ll help you.” At that moment, he slowly wrapped his arms around Taemin and carried him to the bathroom. He made Taemin sit on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the tap. He began unbuttoning the maknae’s shirt, while Taemin sat there, motionless, watching Minho intently.
Minho didn’t look up at Taemin until he slowly slid the maknae’s shirt off, revealing his bare chest.
The older began moving his hands downwards, brushing against Taemin’s stomach, and started to unbutton Taemin’s jeans. He unzipped Taemin’s pants and the sound could be heard over the hot water pouring into the bathtub. Minho then proceeded to pull Taemin’s jeans down, revealing his wet underwear, and Taemin blushed.
Taemin sat there in his underwear and nothing else. Minho leaned in and gave Taemin a kiss on the cheek before, at an achingly slow pace, pulled Taemin’s underwear off, making the maknae blushed like crazy. Minho stared.
“Taemin,” giving the maknae another soft kiss on the cheek, “You are beautiful.” Taemin looked away still blushing, and Minho smiled. He tugged Taemin’s hair behind his ear and Taemin turned around to look at Minho, still sitting there, naked. The maknae didn’t try to cover himself, or said anything. He just sat there with his legs open for Minho to see.
Before lifting the maknae into the tub, he brushed his hands against Taemin’s inner thighs causing the maknae to groan. Once Taemin was in the bathtub of hot water, he grabbed a bottle of complementary shampoo and poured it onto the maknae’s head, telling him to wet his hair, and Taemin did as he was told.
The older began massaging Taemin’s head, while the younger closed his eyes and relaxed. He moved down to Taemin’s neck and shoulders, and then back to washing his hair. He then used the soap the hotel had provided and washed Taemin’s upper body. And when he was done, Minho told Taemin to stand up so he could wash Taemin’s legs. He slid his soapy hands onto the younger’s thighs and backside.
He then proceeded to wash the maknae’s inner thighs and legs. Taemin bit his tongue as Minho washed in between his legs, rubbing for a few seconds. His hyung then reached for the shower head and steadily rinsed the soap off Taemin.
Once he was done, Minho unplugged the bathtub. He wrapped a towel around Taemin while he stepped out of the bathtub, holding onto Minho’s shoulders just in case he falls over. Minho led Taemin out of the bathroom door and told him to put his pajamas on while he take a quick shower. And left Taemin to take care of himself.
Minho closed the bathroom door behind him, and stripped. He got into the shower and carefully washed himself. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the shower, trying to relax. When he was done, he stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist.
He was surprised to see Taemin sitting on the counter of the sink with his arms wrapped around his knees, still without any clothes on. The maknae slowly slid off the counter of the sink and walked towards Minho.
“T-Taemin...” Minho began, “What are you doing?” Minho eyes widened as Taemin wrapped his arms around him and at a slow pace, unraveled and dropped his towel on the floor, revealing all of Minho. Taemin moved closer and wrapped his arms around Minho’s waist and pressed his lower body parts onto Minho. Taemin’s thighs pressed against Minho’s, and he smiled.
“Hyung...” Taemin leaned forward and kissed Minho on the lips. At first, Minho didn’t kiss back, but when he did, he intensified the kiss, slipping his tongue inside the maknae’s mouth, earning a few groans. Minho then parted his lips from Taemin’s, and tugged Taemin’s blonde hair behind his ear.
“Some other time okay...?” And then Minho grabbed his towel on the bathroom floor and wrapped it around his waist again, walking out of the bathroom leaving Taemin behind. Minho put his pants on and flicked off the lights, then got into his bed. He heard Taemin switched off the bathroom’s lights, and he closed his eyes replaying today’s scenes in his head.
Right at that moment, he felt his bed weighed down, and he opened his eyes, to see the small shadow of Taemin trying to get into the covers. Once he did he wrapped his arms around his hyung and snuggled, their bare chests pressed against each other.
“T-Taemin... You’re still not wearing anything.” Minho whispered in darkness into Taemin’s ear.
“No...” Taemin said, “...I’m not.” The older contemplated this and stared at the maknae in the dark.
“W-why?”
“I like it this way with you, hyung.” Taemin answered, and he pressed himself onto Minho a bit more, “Let’s sleep.”