If You Can't Take the Heat, Get Out of the Kitchen [Jonghyun/Key]
title: if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen
pairing: jonghyun/key
genre: fluff, smut, humor of the fail nature
word count: 5,962
rating: nc-17
summary: there's no air conditioning, no electricity, a frustrated key, and a horny jonghyun. none of this should ever mix, but alas, it does, and with surprisingly pleasurable results. wow this summary sucks u__u
notes: wrote this in one looong sitting. first shinee fic :3 jongkey was my first otp and sherlock is simply orgasmic, so why not write some fluffy smut? also, the fact that this is set in mid summer when it's swelteringly hot is enough proof that i need said season >///< also, some fail!fluff because i'm super awk at writing fluff. yay? titled the way it is because of kitchen sex reasons oh my god.
Another long suffering, heavy sigh was exhaled; another sodden, perspiration-drenched item of clothing hit the ground with a soft thud. Key let out a fluttering exhale of relief at the slight breeze that hit his now-bared forearms, no matter how transient it would be - yep, there came the return of the suffocating heat that was nearly squeezing the life out of him.
Of course he would be stuck in his dorm, on the hottest fucking day of the year, maybe even the millennium, schedule-less for the whole day while Onew and Taemin and Minho were out being veritable idols somewhere.
Then he heard a snort and peal of laughter issue from the direction of the kitchen, as well as a delighted mutter of "ooh, cold!", and he was overcome with the urge to scream at the heavens for his fate. Because Jonghyun, the idiot, was presumably sticking his head in the freezer for the third time that hour. Of course Key would have the luck to be trapped in his dorm when Jonghyun simultaneously had a day off, a day where it was so hot Key wanted to divulge himself of all his clothes and sit in a freezing tub of water all day long.
He supposed he could have done that, but then Jonghyun would have begged (puppy eyes and pouting lips employed to their utmost potential) to join him in said bath, in which case he would have succumbed to his boyfriend's pleas and, most likely, would have had sex with him in the tub. Or, in a worse case scenario, he would have kicked him in the balls and proceeded to soak in icy water for a grand total of two minutes, after which he would have felt overwhelming guilty and then succumb to giving Jonghyun a blowjob.
Either way, Jonghyun would have gotten his dick sucked and Key would have been a sweaty, angry, unhappy camper.
So the bath was out.
Instead, he was stuck loafing on the couch, head nearly hanging off the edge and legs hooked over the armrest, the sounds of an ignored drama playing quietly on the television his only background noise.
That is, if he chose to ignore Jonghyun's satisfied hum with every gust of cold air the freezer blew at him.
"Jonghyuuuun," he called out tiredly, extending the vowel in his frustration, fidgeting in his place sprawled out across the couch. "Call someone to fix the goddamn air conditioner."
Key heard the slam of the freezer door, his head lolling onto his shoulder just in time to see Jonghyun poke his mischievous face through the entryway leading to the kitchen. Key, on a normal day, would have guffawed at the sight of Jonghyun with a popsicle poised between his lips and the juice dripping insistently onto his nearly transparent-with-sweat shirt. However, since the temperature was comparable to being trapped in an erupting volcano, Key's sense of humor was practically non-existent.
"Why should I?" Jonghyun questioned dumbly, sauntering out from under the doorway, removing the popsicle from his mouth with an audible slurp. Instead of feeling a surge of arousal heading to his lower half with ferocity, Key wanted to choke Jonghyun to death with said popsicle for his overbearing stupidity at this moment.
"Because," he started heatedly, laboriously unsticking himself from the sofa and sitting upright as Jonghyun gulped. "It is your fucking fault the air conditioner is broken into a million irreparable pieces because your big, stupid ass bumped it out of the goddamn window!"
Jonghyun stepped backwards until the backs of his legs hit the armchair, the seat farthest from Key's perch on the couch. It took a sadly giant amount of willpower to stop himself from curling his legs to his chest and cowering.
"You said it yourself," Jonghyun hedged in a steady but hesitant voice, "It's irreparable."
Key's eyes smoldered with something akin to burning hatred, and Jonghyun bit off the end of his popsicle. He wanted to finish the icy treat before Key conjured fire from the pure heat settling around them and shot it in his hapless direction.
"Well go out and buy one then," he supplied testily, hand subconsciously picking at the formerly opaque fabric of his tank top, now rendered see-through from the sweat his pores were practically weeping. "Go out and buy a damn air conditioner so I won't melt from overexposure to fire!"
Jonghyun didn't know how to tell Key that there was, in fact, no fire anywhere in the room, but it felt prudent to remain silent to that aspect of Key's demands.
"I can't just go out, Kibum. The fangirls would eat me alive," he insisted, just the slightest fragment of annoyance emerging. "If you're so hot, how about you go out and buy the thing?"
Jonghyun stuffed half of the popsicle in his mouth in one go, because it was undeniable that Key was about to blast his head off in a predictable bout of Almighty Key anger.
However, the ensuing sight of Key having what seemed to be a temper tantrum against the material and cushions of the sofa had him stifling his laughter into his palm, the sight of Key's arms flailing and legs kicking out a bit too amusing for him to handle.
"It's - so - fucking - hot!" Key yelled in unbridled frustration. "Make it stop, Jjong," he begged, calming down so suddenly that half of Jonghyun's frozen snack landed in his lap. He lamented the loss briefly, fingers getting sticky as he glumly attempted to salvage the remains from the front of his pants, as Key continued morosely. "Can you dump a bucket of ice on me, please?"
"Aww, baby," Jonghyun cooed, quickly licking his fingers clean, finishing off his popsicle and tossing the remaining stick to the side, smug expression adorning his face at Key's ignorance of his act of littering, seeing as his face was smushed to the back cushioning of the sofa. "It's gonna be okay," he said comfortingly, feeling that it was safe to abandon his safe seating nestled in the armchair in favor of traveling to Key's supine figure.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, Jonghyun placed an allaying hand on Key's calf, exposed by his pajama pants rolled up hastily to the knee.
"Don't touch me!" Key screamed into the fabric, and Jonghyun recoiled as if burned, fright etched into his forehead and apparent in his eyes. "It's too fucking hot for physical contact. Touch me and I'll burst into flames."
Jonghyun's lips quirked up slightly. "Now, now, Kibum. Maybe you just need a little bit of - touching," his fingers slowly traversed up the skin of Key's leg, reveling in the fascinatingly smooth flesh, "to help you beat the heat."
Key moved his face from the cushion, panting when he resurfaced. His voice showed no sounds of the struggle to breathe at his next words. "Maybe you should go fuck yourself because one more touch and you'll soon find that you'll lack even that ability. Because I will cut your hand off."
Jonghyun recoiled once more, nursing his hand in the other palm as if Key's words alone had punctured the skin. "No need to be so mean," he mumbled, brows creased.
"Stop thinking with your dick and I won't have to be," Key huffed, face averted back into the cushions.
A thick silence extended between the pair, Jonghyun playing with his wrist and wishing for another popsicle to magic its way into his grasp, Key attempting to get sufficient amounts of oxygen into his lungs despite his fail positioning.
Jonghyun coughed, breaking the quiet. "We could fuck in the shower."
Jonghyun wasted no time in escaping before Key could peel his sweaty face from the couch's leather stitching and make good on his ensuing scream of, "I am going to fucking murder you!"
•••
Thirty minutes passed and Jonghyun was, surprisingly, still alive, and was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen, sucking on another popsicle he had victoriously discovered hidden amongst the bags of frozen vegetables and microwavable meals stuffed in the freezer.
"Kibum-ah!" he shouted, feeling brave with the newfound reappearance of a cooling snack. "Do you want a lick of my popsicle?"
"What in the fuck did I say about sex, Jonghyun?"
That foolish bravery dissipated within the span of second, replaced with a cold feeling of dread as he anticipated the tell-tale footfalls signaling his imminent demise.
Key snorted from the living room. "If you think I'm detaching myself from this sofa, you're sorely mistaken."
Crisis: averted.
•••
An hour passed, but very minimal changes had been made. Key was now on the floor, head pillowed by his arm, eyes forcibly trained on the TV in the hopes that if he concentrated hard enough, the feeling of a fiery heat descending upon him would be obliterated.
Jonghyun had somehow lost his shirt, and was now taking periodic sips of a bottle of water, sitting on the hardwood with Key's feet in his lap. According to Key's mental processes, a foot massage was not considered unnecessary physical contact, so he was currently kneading the delicate arch of his boyfriend's foot, unamused and watching the horrid drama Key was trying to drink in with the fervor of a devoted fanatic.
Key suddenly sighed with a dramatic flair, free hand adjusting the waistband of his pajama bottoms; bottoms that he presumably deemed as unneeded judging by the way he tried to inch the pants down his hips. He was so intent on wriggling the fabric just the littlest bit down his torso that he barely noticed Jonghyun's fingers halt in their movement on his feet, blind to the way Jonghyun's teeth dug softly into his lower lip and his head tipped in interest.
A hand flailed to the ground in further frustration. "Jjong, take my pants off."
Jonghyun's eyes widened before a smirk wound onto his lips. "So you've decided to take me up on my suggestion..."
Key's leg shot out in retaliation, letting out a vindictive laugh at Jonghyun's yelp when his foot propelled into his stomach. "No, idiot, I just want these god forsaken pants off of me before they meld themselves to my skin. I'm sweating so much," Key practically whimpered near the end of his statement, kicking his legs out in unmasked impatience and nearly hitting Jonghyun again. "Sorry. Just, please do it?"
Jonghyun tapped Key's ankle in an odd show of endearment. "Okay, baby."
Ignoring Key's eye roll at the cheesy title, Jonghyun grinned and moved to work the pants down Key's legs, the resolve to bat all sex-laced thoughts from his mind turning into a little more than a farce at the sight accosting his enlarging eyes.
Hipbones, sharp and jutting, beaded with moisture; boxer briefs - colored pink, he noted, amusement mixing with the need coiling somewhere near his stomach - tight, sweat practically making them a second skin; and pale legs, two expanses that seemed to extend for ages and served their purpose to make Jonghyun's mouth water just perfectly fine.
"Stop looking at me like that," Key muttered softly, nose scrunched but cheeks a pleasant pink at Jonghyun's open-mouthed scrutiny, the sound of his pants hitting the floor as Jonghyun dropped them to the side a humorous break in the quiet. "And to think I was about to take my shirt off, too."
Jonghyun cleared his throat noisily, mussing his own hair in a distracting manner. "Don't."
Key preened, fixing his own bangs, arm lifting just to reveal the slightest tantalizing strip of torso. When Jonghyun tried to avert his eyes, snapping to his full height, Key gave him an appraising once over before speaking, voice breathy and lips parting with a sensual slowness. "Like you're not torturing me with your abs all bared like that. Maybe I should get rid of this little piece of clothing -"
"Kibum!" Jonghyun whined, practically sprinting to the bathroom, not failing to give Key a cursory glance at the bulge growing beneath his pants.
Key grinned to himself, head thumping back onto his arm once more as he resumed watching of the drama playing on TV, pouting at the credits rolling on the screen.
•••
Thirty minutes later, Jonghyun emerged from the shower looking partly sated and sufficiently cooled down, droplets of cold water clinging onto his fringe. He playfully shook his head over Key, the temporary feeling of not being covered in sweat erasing any previous anger at his teasing boyfriend.
"Ugh, wet dog," Key grumbled, but Jonghyun saw the way he was struggling to shield a smile. "Had a nice shower? Or, should I say, had a nice jerk off session?"
The joking air around Jonghyun vanished. "I hate you."
Key grappled for Jonghyun's ankle when the older tried to stalk away, lip drooping in apology. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. But it's hot, Jjong. Could you really blame me for not wanting to fuck?"
Jonghyun crossed his arms. "Didn't have to be such a tease though," he mumbled. Smiling again, Key relinquished his hold on Jonghyun's leg, lips spreading even further when the other plopped onto the ground beside him.
Easily putting aside his 'no touching' policy, Key crawled into Jonghyun's lap, curling up in the arms that moved around him almost magnetically.
He nudged the base of Jonghyun's throat with his nose, nuzzling into the fresh smell pervading his senses. "Sorry, baby."
Key tried not to melt in Jonghyun's arms - not from the body heat only making him sweat more profusely, but from the pleasant sound of his laugh against his ear. "It's okay."
Jonghyun slid his backside against the floor, using his feet and legs to push himself and Key until he felt the couch hit his back.
"Sorry for being a bitch this whole day, Jjong," Key apologized again, placing a light kiss on Jonghyun's ear, feline grin growing against the lobe when Jonghyun shuddered under his lips.
"Like I said, it's okay," Jonghyun sighed, hand purposefully hovering near the curve of Key's hip. "I know how you get when you're in heat."
Key spluttered, removing his mouth from Jonghyun's skin. "I'm not a fucking cat, Jonghyun!"
"Fine, you're a man with creepily feline tendencies," he allowed, lips brushing against Key's shoulder where his tank top had slipped, another sliver of scintillating skin exposed for Jonghyun's vision.
"Hate you," Key mumbled with only the slightest irate inflection, shivering when Jonghyun's fingers gripped a hipbone, his tongue sliding along his alluringly protruding collarbone.
"Love you too," Jonghyun said against salty skin, licking a jagged stripe up the expanse of Key's neck, swirling until he met the junction between elegant neck and sharp jawline, preferring to nip at the bone. He smiled when Key moaned breathily at the sensation, Jonghyun's mouth open and hotly exhaling as he kissed the place where his teeth had dug in ever so lightly.
"God Jjong, you're gonna make me drown in my own sweat if we keep going," Key breathed out, hand winding violently in Jonghyun's freshly donned sleeveless top, already soaked through with a new layer of perspiration.
"I take that as," he groaned at Key's hips swiveling into his own, providing friction for the erection lengthening in his pants, "a sign of my prowess."
A palm finally managed to slither beneath Key's tank top, mercilessly stuck to his frame, nails dragging along the flat stomach hidden by the cumbersome fabric, only to reach a pert nipple.
"Fuck, Jonghyun," Key gasped, moaning so lasciviously that Jonghyun completely abandoned Key's bitten jaw, diverting the other's face down, Key's lips - parted in silent scream - meeting Jonghyun's waiting mouth. Their lips slid together almost sinfully, tongues wasting little time in breaching boundaries; kissing for them was always a shared experience, never a warring competition, so sensual and breathtaking that it wasn't long before Key had to pull back for air.
Forcing his hands down the coarse threading of Jonghyun's shirt, Key grasped the hem and tugged upwards, breath catching in his throat at the sight of Jonghyun's chest and enviable abdomen, glistening with a light sheen of sweat and looking all too lickable. However, the view only made Key remember how sweltering it felt on the floor to the living room, a bout of dizziness claiming his brain and making the room spin.
He held onto Jonghyun's shoulder for balance out of fear of collapsing onto the ground beside them. "So hot..."
Jonghyun panted out a laugh. "Why thank you."
Key attempted an incredulous eye roll, but it only served to make the room swirl before his vision even more. "Not you, the temperature. I can't do this unless you want me to pass out."
Jonghyun deflated momentarily, until his eyes lit up with the promise of an idea. "I got it! Come on, Kibum-ah."
Helping the swaying boy to his feet, Jonghyun grinned, leading Key to the kitchen. They had only reached the entryway when the unexpected happened: everything was suddenly covered in darkness, the TV and all of the lamps and ceiling lights extinguished in one go.
The electricity had gone out.
Jonghyun suddenly had a sweaty armful of Key; the younger was inexplicably, yet for as long as Jonghyun could remember, afraid of the dark.
"This is the worse day of my life," Key mumbled miserably.
•••
"Go down to the front desk of the lobby," Key began in a measured tone, audibly attempting to maintain his coolness, "And tell them the lights in our dorm went out."
Jonghyun had guided - carried, more like - a petrified, leaden-legged Key over to the kitchen table, and was now heavily breathing and leaning against the sink. Key's previously aroused state had dissipated in a flash; fear didn't exactly breed an increase in his libido.
Poor Jonghyun, however, was not afraid of the current state of darkness. "I can't go down to the front desk with a fucking boner, Kibum," he declared decisively, wincing when he adjusted his position against the sink only for his erection to shift in his pants.
Key huffed to cover the lump in his throat. "Can you at least come over here?" he asked in as steady a voice he could muster through the fear.
"I don't feel much like sitting, Kibummie," Jonghyun hesitated, needing to press his hands between his ass and the edge of the countertop to combat the need to stroke himself through his pajamas. He wasn't sure if he much desired to cream his pants while Key currently had his head in his arms in fright over the lack of bright lighting.
"Then lead me to you, or something, god, Jonghyun, please use your brain," Key begged, banging his fist on the table.
Heaving a sigh, Jonghyun walked straight to the table, knowing nothing was obstructing his path on the basis that it wasn't even that dark yet (seeing as the sun was only halfway to setting and his eyes were adjusting to the dim lighting with every passing minute), and grabbed Key's limp hand, lacing their fingers together. "Open your eyes. You can still see," he pointed out the obvious, nudging Key's calf with his toe.
"It's the shadows," Key said shakily. "They're only a bit worse than actual complete darkness."
Jonghyun chuckled, pulling Key from his nervous perch on the precipice of the chair. "I still can't believe the Almighty, diva Key is afraid of the dark," he teased.
"Shut the fuck up! I don't mock you for your irrational fear of turtles," Key retaliated angrily, almost yanking his hand from Jonghyun's grasp if not for the creeping feeling that that distorted shadow by the refrigerator was actually the form of a serial killer waiting to strike.
Jonghyun scowled, nearly moaning when Key's ass brushed against his hard-on as he pulled the other against him, back to his former positioning by the sink. "It's not my fault Yesung hyung thought it was a good idea to put Ddangkomie or whatever the fuck that damned turtle's name is on my bed when we went to Jeju Island. I still don't even know how hyung got in my room," he complained with a childish pout.
Key laughed into Jonghyun's bare chest. "Ddangkoma, Jonghyun. And you know Yesung hyung likes to sneak into people's rooms."
"No one said that he usually brought his turtle with him," the older grumbled, nestling his nose in Key's hair, focusing on the anger that was quickly deserting him (and partly faked to begin with) as a diversionary method for the boner he was still sporting.
Key, however, froze when he felt the hardness press into his stomach; he could tell that the other was enduring a fully erect cock and hadn't even complained (well, that much) about it.
"God, Jjong, you're really hard," Key observed softly, wetting his dry lips.
"Oh, really?" Jonghyun hissed when Key's fingers ghosted down the planes of his abs in favor of getting a loose grip on his clothed cock. "I hadn't noticed."
Cheek pressed to Jonghyun's heaving chest, left ear catching the thumping sounds of his boyfriend's racing heart, Key decided to forgo all propriety and taunting and delved his fingers past the elastic waistband of Jonghyun's pants, grasping the base of his cock.
"Oh, Kibum," Jonghyun groaned, the sound reverberating against Key's ear and reawakening his cock, just as Key dropped to his knees and pulled Jonghyun's pants down in the exact same second.
"Let me make up for my attitude today, Jjong," Key said coquettishly, biting his lip as he glanced up at the panting Jonghyun.
Just the image of Key, sweating and nearly gasping, plush mouth skewed to the left, the head of his cock, already leaking, a hair's breath away from that perfect pout, had Jonghyun moaning in anticipation.
"Please, Kibum," he said, swallowing past his constricting throat muscles. His thighs shook as Kibum let out a purposefully heavy exhale that hit the tip of his cock and those fingers, lithe and sinfully long, coaxed another bead of precome from the wet slit. He threaded a hold in the other's silky hair when Key's tongue, just as feline his facial features in its ability to lick and lap, poked out and prodded right beneath the head, only to flick up and get the distinct flavor of Jonghyun on it.
"Please, Kibum," he pleaded a second time, and that was all Key wanted to hear before he stretched his mouth around Jonghyun's cock, hand still wrapped loosely around the base as he took him halfway in, sucking almost immediately, putting that tongue to work in the form of another knowing press under the head.
Jonghyun only just held his hips back from pushing forward, holding Key by the hair but not yanking him forward, only moving with every bob of Key's head as he skillfully sucked more of Jonghyun past the threshold of those pink lips, pulling him back when he gagged on Jonghyun's cock and thoughtfully tucking strands behind the other's ear when his fringe clouded his vision.
With an unashamedly obscene slurp, Key let Jonghyun's cock fall from his mouth, landing heavy on his lower lip. Smirking up at the older, he tapped the tip against his lips, tongue slithering out to taste the fresh spill of precome and savor the taste and allow Jonghyun the sight of his cock in the plush circle of Key's mouth and how his cheeks hollowed from the effort of taking only the slightest bit in.
"Kibum, god, if you don't stop -"
Key placed an open mouthed kiss on the tip, lips coming back shiny and glistening. Jonghyun nearly came when he smirked once more, this time around his cock, and the other's devilish fingers came to rest at the crease between balls and cock. "I am going to stop, but it's going to be because I want you to fuck me, Jonghyun. Okay?"
Jonghyun didn't think he could speak properly or without an embarrassing crack to his voice if he tried it, so he settled for nodding, eyes shut tightly in his struggle not to come.
Key patted Jonghyun's hipbone affectionately as if he wasn't shaking from the anticipation of Jonghyun fucking him (which he was - oh fuck he was). "Lube?"
"Not in the kitchen, that's for sure," Jonghyun said weakly, almost hating that Key would have to travel to their bedroom to retrieve that damned tube of lubrication.
Key stood up, reluctantly letting go of Jonghyun's cock and placing a loving kiss on his parted lips. "Ew, you taste like me."
Key waited until Jonghyun's eyes blearily cracked open before licking his lips, mouth lilted cheekily. "I quite like it."
"Fuck, just get the goddamn lube already, Key, my god."
•••
Key hurried back to the kitchen completely devoid of all and every stitch of clothing he was wearing previously, accompanied by only a small, blessed container held between nimble fingers.
"Stop trying to make me come by just seeing you, holy fuck," Jonghyun groaned, tugging at his own cock when Key inched closer and tossed the lube to him. He just barely caught it.
Grinning slyly and laughing lightly, Key rubbed his slender torso against Jonghyun's insistently leaking cock, brokenly moaning when Jonghyun grabbed a handful of his ass and guided him into another probing kiss, tongue almost reaching the back of his throat before curling and stroking every corner of Key's mouth it could sweep into.
However, when Key pulled away in search of air, Jonghyun saw the dazed look of before making his eyes hazy, and it was only then that he registered just how hot it was in the kitchen and recalled Key's seemingly slim level of tolerance for the pervasive heat.
Then an idea that Jonghyun would forever deem his Einstein moment struck the older of the pair, even if it was the same idea he had thought of previously.
"I know you're dizzy, baby, but hold on a minute," Jonghyun said coaxingly, leaving Key by the counter for only a moment. In that moment, he fetched a tray of ice cubes from the freezer with a positively elated grin covering the width of his face.
"Put those anywhere near my nipples and I'll kill you," Key said weakly, only to bend over the countertop and spread his thighs slightly, exposing his pale backside and those mile-long legs to Jonghyun's view uninhibitedly.
"I-I won't," Jonghyun assured faintly, cracking a cube from the tray, placing the container next to Key's arm.
Biting his lip, Jonghyun slid the frozen cube between Key's shoulder blades, sighing when the other flinched then moaned approvingly of the sensation. "Oh my god, why does this feel so sensual, Jonghyun?" he laughed through another pleasured noise, only to gasp when the same ice continued down his back, reaching the swell of his lower back and dipping into the top of his ass.
"Maybe because it is?" Jonghyun questioned, once more finding himself restraining his cock from releasing all over Key's small but full ass as he spread the cheeks and let a bead of moisture hit Key's most sensitive spot.
"Fuck, Jonghyun, oh my god," he rambled, keening loudly and with a wanton shamelessness, tugging at his own hair. "Just - oh god, stop - get to the fingering and lubing and fucking for fuck's sake!"
Chuckling, Jonghyun drew shapeless figures over Key's ass with the melting ice cube before tossing it in the sink, quivering with excitement when he reached for the lube that laid discarded on the counter.
"Hurry," Key demanded breathlessly, cheek pressed against the granite surface and eyes closed, needing the familiar burn of the stretch and the even wider intrusion pushing against the clenching boundary of his hole.
Ignoring the pressing stickiness of sweat coating his skin and the drips of perspiration trailing down his hairline and neck and chest, Jonghyun still painstakingly lubed up his fingers, applying even more directly to Key's hole, slicking him up so thoroughly that it spread to the crease of his thighs and the cleft of his ass, his skin shiny with it. He wanted this to feel as good for Key as it would for him, and if that included meticulous prepping, then he would do it for as long as he needed to.
Key practically wailed when a finger finally pushed past his tense muscles, relaxing automatically as Jonghyun slid the thin appendage inside of him, wiggling it around until it was knuckle-deep and curved to the shape of Key.
"More, Jonghyun. Don't worry," he breathed out, moaning when the tip of a second finger joined the first. "I'm not made of glass, I won't break."
Jonghyun didn't tell Key that he thought he was so perfect that he might as well been crafted and spun by the best glassmaker out there. "I know, Kibum," he murmured instead, sliding and easing his fingers in with finesse and increased speed, working Key open with measured scissors and pleasuring him with his other hand, stroking Key's cock as best as he could at the odd angle of his arm.
Another finger was slowly pushed in, and it was then that Key finally shouted out, pitch rising to a tenuous strain when Jonghyun stroked that spot not so far inside of him.
"Please, Jjong, I'm ready," he nearly sobbed out, the edge of the counter digging into his stomach and another layer of sweat clinging to his skin and only a modicum of self-restraint stopping him from coming all over the counter.
A comforting hand caressing the small of Key's back, Jonghyun withdrew his fingers, only to coat them in a generous amount of lube once more, prepping himself with a groan.
"Jonghyun," Key breathed, all of the need and desire bursting forth in that one exhale of the older's name. With one last slicking motion of his hand and a deep breath, Jonghyun aligned his hips with Key's ass, directing the head of his cock so that it probed the clenching entrance.
Gripping Key's bony hips, Jonghyun slowly pulled Key back, easing him onto his cock, a glance down affording him with a visual of his length sliding almost effortlessly into his lover.
"Holy fuck -" Key swore, nails attempting to grip the unrelenting surface beneath him. "Jonghyun -" He bit out before pushing himself fully onto Jonghyun's cock in one press of his ass backwards.
"Kibum, shit," the older's head lolled back, biting his lip so fiercely he felt it swell beneath his teeth. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, voice reaching low and sending a shudder ripping through Key.
"Move," Key voiced through a ragged moan, "Fast, slow, I don't fucking care, just move."
Bracing himself against the sharp dip of Key's feminine hips, Jonghyun retracted before bucking forward once more, his ensuing, gravelly groan meshing harmonically with Key's sharp yell, piercingly yet wonderfully a chorus to Jonghyun's ears.
His name, interlaced with gasps and sounds bridging on screams that vaguely formed the word "God,", somehow rang loud and clear despite the deafening, intense building of pleasure threatening to overtake his body, the orgasm he had been abating coiling hot in his groin and spreading to his limbs.
"Harder," Key instructed, rolling his hips and grinding his ass against Jonghyun's hips, eliminating the already minimal space between ass and the fronts of Jonghyun's thighs. Jonghyun followed his directions entirely, blunt nails digging indents into Key's waist as he set an unforgiving pace, their breathing heavy and discordant from the pressing heat surrounding them and the purely suffocating temperature the other was radiating, barreling closer and closer to their ends.
However, as Jonghyun felt himself getting nearer to his climax, the need to see Key's face as they came overpowered him, the desire not to have Key's beautiful visage pressed to the granite and instead averted for his eyes to view nearly staggering. With this intent, his motions suddenly stilled, hips halting and thighs trembling as he pulled out from the other, precome snaking a path down the inside of Key's thigh.
"Fuck, Jonghyun, why-"
With a gentle tug of Key's shoulders, Jonghyun silenced the other by turning him around and melding their lips together, the kiss so loving and warm that Key was pliable in Jonghyun's arms as the older guided the both of them onto the floor. He laid Key down, making sure his head didn't thud painfully against the ground before he disconnected their mouths, letting out a breathy chuckle at the strand of saliva extending between them.
Jonghyun hovered over Key for the smallest moment, and Key looked away shyly at the look clouding Jonghyun's visage. It was the look that said, I love you so much it hurts. How could someone like you love me in return? For Jonghyun, it was a glance, sometimes it was a brush of their hands, other times it was a teasing jibe or bothersome poke accompanied by that tell-tale brightening of his face. For Key, it was an endearing tease, a muttered insult softened by a smile, a press of his lips to a temple, and oftentimes, like this time, arms looped around his neck and legs tightened around Jonghyun's waist as he urged him further inside of him.
A pump of Jonghyun's hips had Key arching his back and a keen leaving his throat; a hand firmly tugging on his cock out of time with Jonghyun's febrile thrusts making him wail even higher, so unlike his normal tone that Jonghyun's nails lightly scraped the underside of Key's cock with the intent of making his voice reach even higher peaks.
Throat nearly going hoarse from trying to inhale oxygen and knees aching from the floor, Jonghyun leaned down to kiss Key one last time before they both finally came, Key's release joining the trails of sweat already decorating their stomaches while Jonghyun came inside of him, a rush of heat shooting up Key's spine in sharp waves at the warmness filling him up.
Still struggling to breath, Jonghyun unfastened Key's legs from his waist, settling them onto the floor and helpfully closing them with a soft smile adorning his face.
"Thanks," Key sighed in gratitude, eyeing Jonghyun with a look of utmost caring on his face.
The other simply smiled in response, much too tired to talk as he collapsed beside Key, even hotter and sweatier than he had been before his shower but completely satiated and boundlessly happy.
"I thought I was the one who could sing in four octaves," Jonghyun finally said when he could breathe without gasping for air, grinning slyly. "You seem to be able to go pretty high yourself."
"Oh, hush," Key said, blushing, shielding his face with the inside of his arms before an unfortunate sniff made him wince. "Can you draw me a bath, Jjong?"
Jonghyun smirked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and widening his eyes. "Seriously?"
Key sighed heartily, rolling onto his back. "I mean, could you draw us a bath?"
"Thought so," the older crooned, leaning forward for a fleeting taste of Key's lips before getting to his feet quicker than Key had expected of him, already out of the doorway when he suddenly shouted out.
"You can clean the mess of lube and melted ice cubes though!"
"Oh fuck you!"
"Again?"
Key cursed at the evil cackle that faded away as Jonghyun went into the bathroom, but got up anyway, grinning slightly to himself despite the darkened room and his lingering fear of the shadows lurking in the farthest corners. After all, he didn't despise the idea of Jonghyun taking care of him like that again at all. He never did.
started: 03/31/12
finished: 03/31/12
crossposted at: jongkey (pending), shinee_replay, and my AFF account
pairing: jonghyun/key
genre: fluff, smut, humor of the fail nature
word count: 5,962
rating: nc-17
summary: there's no air conditioning, no electricity, a frustrated key, and a horny jonghyun. none of this should ever mix, but alas, it does, and with surprisingly pleasurable results. wow this summary sucks u__u
notes: wrote this in one looong sitting. first shinee fic :3 jongkey was my first otp and sherlock is simply orgasmic, so why not write some fluffy smut? also, the fact that this is set in mid summer when it's swelteringly hot is enough proof that i need said season >///< also, some fail!fluff because i'm super awk at writing fluff. yay? titled the way it is because of kitchen sex reasons oh my god.
Another long suffering, heavy sigh was exhaled; another sodden, perspiration-drenched item of clothing hit the ground with a soft thud. Key let out a fluttering exhale of relief at the slight breeze that hit his now-bared forearms, no matter how transient it would be - yep, there came the return of the suffocating heat that was nearly squeezing the life out of him.
Of course he would be stuck in his dorm, on the hottest fucking day of the year, maybe even the millennium, schedule-less for the whole day while Onew and Taemin and Minho were out being veritable idols somewhere.
Then he heard a snort and peal of laughter issue from the direction of the kitchen, as well as a delighted mutter of "ooh, cold!", and he was overcome with the urge to scream at the heavens for his fate. Because Jonghyun, the idiot, was presumably sticking his head in the freezer for the third time that hour. Of course Key would have the luck to be trapped in his dorm when Jonghyun simultaneously had a day off, a day where it was so hot Key wanted to divulge himself of all his clothes and sit in a freezing tub of water all day long.
He supposed he could have done that, but then Jonghyun would have begged (puppy eyes and pouting lips employed to their utmost potential) to join him in said bath, in which case he would have succumbed to his boyfriend's pleas and, most likely, would have had sex with him in the tub. Or, in a worse case scenario, he would have kicked him in the balls and proceeded to soak in icy water for a grand total of two minutes, after which he would have felt overwhelming guilty and then succumb to giving Jonghyun a blowjob.
Either way, Jonghyun would have gotten his dick sucked and Key would have been a sweaty, angry, unhappy camper.
So the bath was out.
Instead, he was stuck loafing on the couch, head nearly hanging off the edge and legs hooked over the armrest, the sounds of an ignored drama playing quietly on the television his only background noise.
That is, if he chose to ignore Jonghyun's satisfied hum with every gust of cold air the freezer blew at him.
"Jonghyuuuun," he called out tiredly, extending the vowel in his frustration, fidgeting in his place sprawled out across the couch. "Call someone to fix the goddamn air conditioner."
Key heard the slam of the freezer door, his head lolling onto his shoulder just in time to see Jonghyun poke his mischievous face through the entryway leading to the kitchen. Key, on a normal day, would have guffawed at the sight of Jonghyun with a popsicle poised between his lips and the juice dripping insistently onto his nearly transparent-with-sweat shirt. However, since the temperature was comparable to being trapped in an erupting volcano, Key's sense of humor was practically non-existent.
"Why should I?" Jonghyun questioned dumbly, sauntering out from under the doorway, removing the popsicle from his mouth with an audible slurp. Instead of feeling a surge of arousal heading to his lower half with ferocity, Key wanted to choke Jonghyun to death with said popsicle for his overbearing stupidity at this moment.
"Because," he started heatedly, laboriously unsticking himself from the sofa and sitting upright as Jonghyun gulped. "It is your fucking fault the air conditioner is broken into a million irreparable pieces because your big, stupid ass bumped it out of the goddamn window!"
Jonghyun stepped backwards until the backs of his legs hit the armchair, the seat farthest from Key's perch on the couch. It took a sadly giant amount of willpower to stop himself from curling his legs to his chest and cowering.
"You said it yourself," Jonghyun hedged in a steady but hesitant voice, "It's irreparable."
Key's eyes smoldered with something akin to burning hatred, and Jonghyun bit off the end of his popsicle. He wanted to finish the icy treat before Key conjured fire from the pure heat settling around them and shot it in his hapless direction.
"Well go out and buy one then," he supplied testily, hand subconsciously picking at the formerly opaque fabric of his tank top, now rendered see-through from the sweat his pores were practically weeping. "Go out and buy a damn air conditioner so I won't melt from overexposure to fire!"
Jonghyun didn't know how to tell Key that there was, in fact, no fire anywhere in the room, but it felt prudent to remain silent to that aspect of Key's demands.
"I can't just go out, Kibum. The fangirls would eat me alive," he insisted, just the slightest fragment of annoyance emerging. "If you're so hot, how about you go out and buy the thing?"
Jonghyun stuffed half of the popsicle in his mouth in one go, because it was undeniable that Key was about to blast his head off in a predictable bout of Almighty Key anger.
However, the ensuing sight of Key having what seemed to be a temper tantrum against the material and cushions of the sofa had him stifling his laughter into his palm, the sight of Key's arms flailing and legs kicking out a bit too amusing for him to handle.
"It's - so - fucking - hot!" Key yelled in unbridled frustration. "Make it stop, Jjong," he begged, calming down so suddenly that half of Jonghyun's frozen snack landed in his lap. He lamented the loss briefly, fingers getting sticky as he glumly attempted to salvage the remains from the front of his pants, as Key continued morosely. "Can you dump a bucket of ice on me, please?"
"Aww, baby," Jonghyun cooed, quickly licking his fingers clean, finishing off his popsicle and tossing the remaining stick to the side, smug expression adorning his face at Key's ignorance of his act of littering, seeing as his face was smushed to the back cushioning of the sofa. "It's gonna be okay," he said comfortingly, feeling that it was safe to abandon his safe seating nestled in the armchair in favor of traveling to Key's supine figure.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, Jonghyun placed an allaying hand on Key's calf, exposed by his pajama pants rolled up hastily to the knee.
"Don't touch me!" Key screamed into the fabric, and Jonghyun recoiled as if burned, fright etched into his forehead and apparent in his eyes. "It's too fucking hot for physical contact. Touch me and I'll burst into flames."
Jonghyun's lips quirked up slightly. "Now, now, Kibum. Maybe you just need a little bit of - touching," his fingers slowly traversed up the skin of Key's leg, reveling in the fascinatingly smooth flesh, "to help you beat the heat."
Key moved his face from the cushion, panting when he resurfaced. His voice showed no sounds of the struggle to breathe at his next words. "Maybe you should go fuck yourself because one more touch and you'll soon find that you'll lack even that ability. Because I will cut your hand off."
Jonghyun recoiled once more, nursing his hand in the other palm as if Key's words alone had punctured the skin. "No need to be so mean," he mumbled, brows creased.
"Stop thinking with your dick and I won't have to be," Key huffed, face averted back into the cushions.
A thick silence extended between the pair, Jonghyun playing with his wrist and wishing for another popsicle to magic its way into his grasp, Key attempting to get sufficient amounts of oxygen into his lungs despite his fail positioning.
Jonghyun coughed, breaking the quiet. "We could fuck in the shower."
Jonghyun wasted no time in escaping before Key could peel his sweaty face from the couch's leather stitching and make good on his ensuing scream of, "I am going to fucking murder you!"
•••
Thirty minutes passed and Jonghyun was, surprisingly, still alive, and was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen, sucking on another popsicle he had victoriously discovered hidden amongst the bags of frozen vegetables and microwavable meals stuffed in the freezer.
"Kibum-ah!" he shouted, feeling brave with the newfound reappearance of a cooling snack. "Do you want a lick of my popsicle?"
"What in the fuck did I say about sex, Jonghyun?"
That foolish bravery dissipated within the span of second, replaced with a cold feeling of dread as he anticipated the tell-tale footfalls signaling his imminent demise.
Key snorted from the living room. "If you think I'm detaching myself from this sofa, you're sorely mistaken."
Crisis: averted.
•••
An hour passed, but very minimal changes had been made. Key was now on the floor, head pillowed by his arm, eyes forcibly trained on the TV in the hopes that if he concentrated hard enough, the feeling of a fiery heat descending upon him would be obliterated.
Jonghyun had somehow lost his shirt, and was now taking periodic sips of a bottle of water, sitting on the hardwood with Key's feet in his lap. According to Key's mental processes, a foot massage was not considered unnecessary physical contact, so he was currently kneading the delicate arch of his boyfriend's foot, unamused and watching the horrid drama Key was trying to drink in with the fervor of a devoted fanatic.
Key suddenly sighed with a dramatic flair, free hand adjusting the waistband of his pajama bottoms; bottoms that he presumably deemed as unneeded judging by the way he tried to inch the pants down his hips. He was so intent on wriggling the fabric just the littlest bit down his torso that he barely noticed Jonghyun's fingers halt in their movement on his feet, blind to the way Jonghyun's teeth dug softly into his lower lip and his head tipped in interest.
A hand flailed to the ground in further frustration. "Jjong, take my pants off."
Jonghyun's eyes widened before a smirk wound onto his lips. "So you've decided to take me up on my suggestion..."
Key's leg shot out in retaliation, letting out a vindictive laugh at Jonghyun's yelp when his foot propelled into his stomach. "No, idiot, I just want these god forsaken pants off of me before they meld themselves to my skin. I'm sweating so much," Key practically whimpered near the end of his statement, kicking his legs out in unmasked impatience and nearly hitting Jonghyun again. "Sorry. Just, please do it?"
Jonghyun tapped Key's ankle in an odd show of endearment. "Okay, baby."
Ignoring Key's eye roll at the cheesy title, Jonghyun grinned and moved to work the pants down Key's legs, the resolve to bat all sex-laced thoughts from his mind turning into a little more than a farce at the sight accosting his enlarging eyes.
Hipbones, sharp and jutting, beaded with moisture; boxer briefs - colored pink, he noted, amusement mixing with the need coiling somewhere near his stomach - tight, sweat practically making them a second skin; and pale legs, two expanses that seemed to extend for ages and served their purpose to make Jonghyun's mouth water just perfectly fine.
"Stop looking at me like that," Key muttered softly, nose scrunched but cheeks a pleasant pink at Jonghyun's open-mouthed scrutiny, the sound of his pants hitting the floor as Jonghyun dropped them to the side a humorous break in the quiet. "And to think I was about to take my shirt off, too."
Jonghyun cleared his throat noisily, mussing his own hair in a distracting manner. "Don't."
Key preened, fixing his own bangs, arm lifting just to reveal the slightest tantalizing strip of torso. When Jonghyun tried to avert his eyes, snapping to his full height, Key gave him an appraising once over before speaking, voice breathy and lips parting with a sensual slowness. "Like you're not torturing me with your abs all bared like that. Maybe I should get rid of this little piece of clothing -"
"Kibum!" Jonghyun whined, practically sprinting to the bathroom, not failing to give Key a cursory glance at the bulge growing beneath his pants.
Key grinned to himself, head thumping back onto his arm once more as he resumed watching of the drama playing on TV, pouting at the credits rolling on the screen.
•••
Thirty minutes later, Jonghyun emerged from the shower looking partly sated and sufficiently cooled down, droplets of cold water clinging onto his fringe. He playfully shook his head over Key, the temporary feeling of not being covered in sweat erasing any previous anger at his teasing boyfriend.
"Ugh, wet dog," Key grumbled, but Jonghyun saw the way he was struggling to shield a smile. "Had a nice shower? Or, should I say, had a nice jerk off session?"
The joking air around Jonghyun vanished. "I hate you."
Key grappled for Jonghyun's ankle when the older tried to stalk away, lip drooping in apology. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. But it's hot, Jjong. Could you really blame me for not wanting to fuck?"
Jonghyun crossed his arms. "Didn't have to be such a tease though," he mumbled. Smiling again, Key relinquished his hold on Jonghyun's leg, lips spreading even further when the other plopped onto the ground beside him.
Easily putting aside his 'no touching' policy, Key crawled into Jonghyun's lap, curling up in the arms that moved around him almost magnetically.
He nudged the base of Jonghyun's throat with his nose, nuzzling into the fresh smell pervading his senses. "Sorry, baby."
Key tried not to melt in Jonghyun's arms - not from the body heat only making him sweat more profusely, but from the pleasant sound of his laugh against his ear. "It's okay."
Jonghyun slid his backside against the floor, using his feet and legs to push himself and Key until he felt the couch hit his back.
"Sorry for being a bitch this whole day, Jjong," Key apologized again, placing a light kiss on Jonghyun's ear, feline grin growing against the lobe when Jonghyun shuddered under his lips.
"Like I said, it's okay," Jonghyun sighed, hand purposefully hovering near the curve of Key's hip. "I know how you get when you're in heat."
Key spluttered, removing his mouth from Jonghyun's skin. "I'm not a fucking cat, Jonghyun!"
"Fine, you're a man with creepily feline tendencies," he allowed, lips brushing against Key's shoulder where his tank top had slipped, another sliver of scintillating skin exposed for Jonghyun's vision.
"Hate you," Key mumbled with only the slightest irate inflection, shivering when Jonghyun's fingers gripped a hipbone, his tongue sliding along his alluringly protruding collarbone.
"Love you too," Jonghyun said against salty skin, licking a jagged stripe up the expanse of Key's neck, swirling until he met the junction between elegant neck and sharp jawline, preferring to nip at the bone. He smiled when Key moaned breathily at the sensation, Jonghyun's mouth open and hotly exhaling as he kissed the place where his teeth had dug in ever so lightly.
"God Jjong, you're gonna make me drown in my own sweat if we keep going," Key breathed out, hand winding violently in Jonghyun's freshly donned sleeveless top, already soaked through with a new layer of perspiration.
"I take that as," he groaned at Key's hips swiveling into his own, providing friction for the erection lengthening in his pants, "a sign of my prowess."
A palm finally managed to slither beneath Key's tank top, mercilessly stuck to his frame, nails dragging along the flat stomach hidden by the cumbersome fabric, only to reach a pert nipple.
"Fuck, Jonghyun," Key gasped, moaning so lasciviously that Jonghyun completely abandoned Key's bitten jaw, diverting the other's face down, Key's lips - parted in silent scream - meeting Jonghyun's waiting mouth. Their lips slid together almost sinfully, tongues wasting little time in breaching boundaries; kissing for them was always a shared experience, never a warring competition, so sensual and breathtaking that it wasn't long before Key had to pull back for air.
Forcing his hands down the coarse threading of Jonghyun's shirt, Key grasped the hem and tugged upwards, breath catching in his throat at the sight of Jonghyun's chest and enviable abdomen, glistening with a light sheen of sweat and looking all too lickable. However, the view only made Key remember how sweltering it felt on the floor to the living room, a bout of dizziness claiming his brain and making the room spin.
He held onto Jonghyun's shoulder for balance out of fear of collapsing onto the ground beside them. "So hot..."
Jonghyun panted out a laugh. "Why thank you."
Key attempted an incredulous eye roll, but it only served to make the room swirl before his vision even more. "Not you, the temperature. I can't do this unless you want me to pass out."
Jonghyun deflated momentarily, until his eyes lit up with the promise of an idea. "I got it! Come on, Kibum-ah."
Helping the swaying boy to his feet, Jonghyun grinned, leading Key to the kitchen. They had only reached the entryway when the unexpected happened: everything was suddenly covered in darkness, the TV and all of the lamps and ceiling lights extinguished in one go.
The electricity had gone out.
Jonghyun suddenly had a sweaty armful of Key; the younger was inexplicably, yet for as long as Jonghyun could remember, afraid of the dark.
"This is the worse day of my life," Key mumbled miserably.
•••
"Go down to the front desk of the lobby," Key began in a measured tone, audibly attempting to maintain his coolness, "And tell them the lights in our dorm went out."
Jonghyun had guided - carried, more like - a petrified, leaden-legged Key over to the kitchen table, and was now heavily breathing and leaning against the sink. Key's previously aroused state had dissipated in a flash; fear didn't exactly breed an increase in his libido.
Poor Jonghyun, however, was not afraid of the current state of darkness. "I can't go down to the front desk with a fucking boner, Kibum," he declared decisively, wincing when he adjusted his position against the sink only for his erection to shift in his pants.
Key huffed to cover the lump in his throat. "Can you at least come over here?" he asked in as steady a voice he could muster through the fear.
"I don't feel much like sitting, Kibummie," Jonghyun hesitated, needing to press his hands between his ass and the edge of the countertop to combat the need to stroke himself through his pajamas. He wasn't sure if he much desired to cream his pants while Key currently had his head in his arms in fright over the lack of bright lighting.
"Then lead me to you, or something, god, Jonghyun, please use your brain," Key begged, banging his fist on the table.
Heaving a sigh, Jonghyun walked straight to the table, knowing nothing was obstructing his path on the basis that it wasn't even that dark yet (seeing as the sun was only halfway to setting and his eyes were adjusting to the dim lighting with every passing minute), and grabbed Key's limp hand, lacing their fingers together. "Open your eyes. You can still see," he pointed out the obvious, nudging Key's calf with his toe.
"It's the shadows," Key said shakily. "They're only a bit worse than actual complete darkness."
Jonghyun chuckled, pulling Key from his nervous perch on the precipice of the chair. "I still can't believe the Almighty, diva Key is afraid of the dark," he teased.
"Shut the fuck up! I don't mock you for your irrational fear of turtles," Key retaliated angrily, almost yanking his hand from Jonghyun's grasp if not for the creeping feeling that that distorted shadow by the refrigerator was actually the form of a serial killer waiting to strike.
Jonghyun scowled, nearly moaning when Key's ass brushed against his hard-on as he pulled the other against him, back to his former positioning by the sink. "It's not my fault Yesung hyung thought it was a good idea to put Ddangkomie or whatever the fuck that damned turtle's name is on my bed when we went to Jeju Island. I still don't even know how hyung got in my room," he complained with a childish pout.
Key laughed into Jonghyun's bare chest. "Ddangkoma, Jonghyun. And you know Yesung hyung likes to sneak into people's rooms."
"No one said that he usually brought his turtle with him," the older grumbled, nestling his nose in Key's hair, focusing on the anger that was quickly deserting him (and partly faked to begin with) as a diversionary method for the boner he was still sporting.
Key, however, froze when he felt the hardness press into his stomach; he could tell that the other was enduring a fully erect cock and hadn't even complained (well, that much) about it.
"God, Jjong, you're really hard," Key observed softly, wetting his dry lips.
"Oh, really?" Jonghyun hissed when Key's fingers ghosted down the planes of his abs in favor of getting a loose grip on his clothed cock. "I hadn't noticed."
Cheek pressed to Jonghyun's heaving chest, left ear catching the thumping sounds of his boyfriend's racing heart, Key decided to forgo all propriety and taunting and delved his fingers past the elastic waistband of Jonghyun's pants, grasping the base of his cock.
"Oh, Kibum," Jonghyun groaned, the sound reverberating against Key's ear and reawakening his cock, just as Key dropped to his knees and pulled Jonghyun's pants down in the exact same second.
"Let me make up for my attitude today, Jjong," Key said coquettishly, biting his lip as he glanced up at the panting Jonghyun.
Just the image of Key, sweating and nearly gasping, plush mouth skewed to the left, the head of his cock, already leaking, a hair's breath away from that perfect pout, had Jonghyun moaning in anticipation.
"Please, Kibum," he said, swallowing past his constricting throat muscles. His thighs shook as Kibum let out a purposefully heavy exhale that hit the tip of his cock and those fingers, lithe and sinfully long, coaxed another bead of precome from the wet slit. He threaded a hold in the other's silky hair when Key's tongue, just as feline his facial features in its ability to lick and lap, poked out and prodded right beneath the head, only to flick up and get the distinct flavor of Jonghyun on it.
"Please, Kibum," he pleaded a second time, and that was all Key wanted to hear before he stretched his mouth around Jonghyun's cock, hand still wrapped loosely around the base as he took him halfway in, sucking almost immediately, putting that tongue to work in the form of another knowing press under the head.
Jonghyun only just held his hips back from pushing forward, holding Key by the hair but not yanking him forward, only moving with every bob of Key's head as he skillfully sucked more of Jonghyun past the threshold of those pink lips, pulling him back when he gagged on Jonghyun's cock and thoughtfully tucking strands behind the other's ear when his fringe clouded his vision.
With an unashamedly obscene slurp, Key let Jonghyun's cock fall from his mouth, landing heavy on his lower lip. Smirking up at the older, he tapped the tip against his lips, tongue slithering out to taste the fresh spill of precome and savor the taste and allow Jonghyun the sight of his cock in the plush circle of Key's mouth and how his cheeks hollowed from the effort of taking only the slightest bit in.
"Kibum, god, if you don't stop -"
Key placed an open mouthed kiss on the tip, lips coming back shiny and glistening. Jonghyun nearly came when he smirked once more, this time around his cock, and the other's devilish fingers came to rest at the crease between balls and cock. "I am going to stop, but it's going to be because I want you to fuck me, Jonghyun. Okay?"
Jonghyun didn't think he could speak properly or without an embarrassing crack to his voice if he tried it, so he settled for nodding, eyes shut tightly in his struggle not to come.
Key patted Jonghyun's hipbone affectionately as if he wasn't shaking from the anticipation of Jonghyun fucking him (which he was - oh fuck he was). "Lube?"
"Not in the kitchen, that's for sure," Jonghyun said weakly, almost hating that Key would have to travel to their bedroom to retrieve that damned tube of lubrication.
Key stood up, reluctantly letting go of Jonghyun's cock and placing a loving kiss on his parted lips. "Ew, you taste like me."
Key waited until Jonghyun's eyes blearily cracked open before licking his lips, mouth lilted cheekily. "I quite like it."
"Fuck, just get the goddamn lube already, Key, my god."
•••
Key hurried back to the kitchen completely devoid of all and every stitch of clothing he was wearing previously, accompanied by only a small, blessed container held between nimble fingers.
"Stop trying to make me come by just seeing you, holy fuck," Jonghyun groaned, tugging at his own cock when Key inched closer and tossed the lube to him. He just barely caught it.
Grinning slyly and laughing lightly, Key rubbed his slender torso against Jonghyun's insistently leaking cock, brokenly moaning when Jonghyun grabbed a handful of his ass and guided him into another probing kiss, tongue almost reaching the back of his throat before curling and stroking every corner of Key's mouth it could sweep into.
However, when Key pulled away in search of air, Jonghyun saw the dazed look of before making his eyes hazy, and it was only then that he registered just how hot it was in the kitchen and recalled Key's seemingly slim level of tolerance for the pervasive heat.
Then an idea that Jonghyun would forever deem his Einstein moment struck the older of the pair, even if it was the same idea he had thought of previously.
"I know you're dizzy, baby, but hold on a minute," Jonghyun said coaxingly, leaving Key by the counter for only a moment. In that moment, he fetched a tray of ice cubes from the freezer with a positively elated grin covering the width of his face.
"Put those anywhere near my nipples and I'll kill you," Key said weakly, only to bend over the countertop and spread his thighs slightly, exposing his pale backside and those mile-long legs to Jonghyun's view uninhibitedly.
"I-I won't," Jonghyun assured faintly, cracking a cube from the tray, placing the container next to Key's arm.
Biting his lip, Jonghyun slid the frozen cube between Key's shoulder blades, sighing when the other flinched then moaned approvingly of the sensation. "Oh my god, why does this feel so sensual, Jonghyun?" he laughed through another pleasured noise, only to gasp when the same ice continued down his back, reaching the swell of his lower back and dipping into the top of his ass.
"Maybe because it is?" Jonghyun questioned, once more finding himself restraining his cock from releasing all over Key's small but full ass as he spread the cheeks and let a bead of moisture hit Key's most sensitive spot.
"Fuck, Jonghyun, oh my god," he rambled, keening loudly and with a wanton shamelessness, tugging at his own hair. "Just - oh god, stop - get to the fingering and lubing and fucking for fuck's sake!"
Chuckling, Jonghyun drew shapeless figures over Key's ass with the melting ice cube before tossing it in the sink, quivering with excitement when he reached for the lube that laid discarded on the counter.
"Hurry," Key demanded breathlessly, cheek pressed against the granite surface and eyes closed, needing the familiar burn of the stretch and the even wider intrusion pushing against the clenching boundary of his hole.
Ignoring the pressing stickiness of sweat coating his skin and the drips of perspiration trailing down his hairline and neck and chest, Jonghyun still painstakingly lubed up his fingers, applying even more directly to Key's hole, slicking him up so thoroughly that it spread to the crease of his thighs and the cleft of his ass, his skin shiny with it. He wanted this to feel as good for Key as it would for him, and if that included meticulous prepping, then he would do it for as long as he needed to.
Key practically wailed when a finger finally pushed past his tense muscles, relaxing automatically as Jonghyun slid the thin appendage inside of him, wiggling it around until it was knuckle-deep and curved to the shape of Key.
"More, Jonghyun. Don't worry," he breathed out, moaning when the tip of a second finger joined the first. "I'm not made of glass, I won't break."
Jonghyun didn't tell Key that he thought he was so perfect that he might as well been crafted and spun by the best glassmaker out there. "I know, Kibum," he murmured instead, sliding and easing his fingers in with finesse and increased speed, working Key open with measured scissors and pleasuring him with his other hand, stroking Key's cock as best as he could at the odd angle of his arm.
Another finger was slowly pushed in, and it was then that Key finally shouted out, pitch rising to a tenuous strain when Jonghyun stroked that spot not so far inside of him.
"Please, Jjong, I'm ready," he nearly sobbed out, the edge of the counter digging into his stomach and another layer of sweat clinging to his skin and only a modicum of self-restraint stopping him from coming all over the counter.
A comforting hand caressing the small of Key's back, Jonghyun withdrew his fingers, only to coat them in a generous amount of lube once more, prepping himself with a groan.
"Jonghyun," Key breathed, all of the need and desire bursting forth in that one exhale of the older's name. With one last slicking motion of his hand and a deep breath, Jonghyun aligned his hips with Key's ass, directing the head of his cock so that it probed the clenching entrance.
Gripping Key's bony hips, Jonghyun slowly pulled Key back, easing him onto his cock, a glance down affording him with a visual of his length sliding almost effortlessly into his lover.
"Holy fuck -" Key swore, nails attempting to grip the unrelenting surface beneath him. "Jonghyun -" He bit out before pushing himself fully onto Jonghyun's cock in one press of his ass backwards.
"Kibum, shit," the older's head lolled back, biting his lip so fiercely he felt it swell beneath his teeth. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, voice reaching low and sending a shudder ripping through Key.
"Move," Key voiced through a ragged moan, "Fast, slow, I don't fucking care, just move."
Bracing himself against the sharp dip of Key's feminine hips, Jonghyun retracted before bucking forward once more, his ensuing, gravelly groan meshing harmonically with Key's sharp yell, piercingly yet wonderfully a chorus to Jonghyun's ears.
His name, interlaced with gasps and sounds bridging on screams that vaguely formed the word "God,", somehow rang loud and clear despite the deafening, intense building of pleasure threatening to overtake his body, the orgasm he had been abating coiling hot in his groin and spreading to his limbs.
"Harder," Key instructed, rolling his hips and grinding his ass against Jonghyun's hips, eliminating the already minimal space between ass and the fronts of Jonghyun's thighs. Jonghyun followed his directions entirely, blunt nails digging indents into Key's waist as he set an unforgiving pace, their breathing heavy and discordant from the pressing heat surrounding them and the purely suffocating temperature the other was radiating, barreling closer and closer to their ends.
However, as Jonghyun felt himself getting nearer to his climax, the need to see Key's face as they came overpowered him, the desire not to have Key's beautiful visage pressed to the granite and instead averted for his eyes to view nearly staggering. With this intent, his motions suddenly stilled, hips halting and thighs trembling as he pulled out from the other, precome snaking a path down the inside of Key's thigh.
"Fuck, Jonghyun, why-"
With a gentle tug of Key's shoulders, Jonghyun silenced the other by turning him around and melding their lips together, the kiss so loving and warm that Key was pliable in Jonghyun's arms as the older guided the both of them onto the floor. He laid Key down, making sure his head didn't thud painfully against the ground before he disconnected their mouths, letting out a breathy chuckle at the strand of saliva extending between them.
Jonghyun hovered over Key for the smallest moment, and Key looked away shyly at the look clouding Jonghyun's visage. It was the look that said, I love you so much it hurts. How could someone like you love me in return? For Jonghyun, it was a glance, sometimes it was a brush of their hands, other times it was a teasing jibe or bothersome poke accompanied by that tell-tale brightening of his face. For Key, it was an endearing tease, a muttered insult softened by a smile, a press of his lips to a temple, and oftentimes, like this time, arms looped around his neck and legs tightened around Jonghyun's waist as he urged him further inside of him.
A pump of Jonghyun's hips had Key arching his back and a keen leaving his throat; a hand firmly tugging on his cock out of time with Jonghyun's febrile thrusts making him wail even higher, so unlike his normal tone that Jonghyun's nails lightly scraped the underside of Key's cock with the intent of making his voice reach even higher peaks.
Throat nearly going hoarse from trying to inhale oxygen and knees aching from the floor, Jonghyun leaned down to kiss Key one last time before they both finally came, Key's release joining the trails of sweat already decorating their stomaches while Jonghyun came inside of him, a rush of heat shooting up Key's spine in sharp waves at the warmness filling him up.
Still struggling to breath, Jonghyun unfastened Key's legs from his waist, settling them onto the floor and helpfully closing them with a soft smile adorning his face.
"Thanks," Key sighed in gratitude, eyeing Jonghyun with a look of utmost caring on his face.
The other simply smiled in response, much too tired to talk as he collapsed beside Key, even hotter and sweatier than he had been before his shower but completely satiated and boundlessly happy.
"I thought I was the one who could sing in four octaves," Jonghyun finally said when he could breathe without gasping for air, grinning slyly. "You seem to be able to go pretty high yourself."
"Oh, hush," Key said, blushing, shielding his face with the inside of his arms before an unfortunate sniff made him wince. "Can you draw me a bath, Jjong?"
Jonghyun smirked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and widening his eyes. "Seriously?"
Key sighed heartily, rolling onto his back. "I mean, could you draw us a bath?"
"Thought so," the older crooned, leaning forward for a fleeting taste of Key's lips before getting to his feet quicker than Key had expected of him, already out of the doorway when he suddenly shouted out.
"You can clean the mess of lube and melted ice cubes though!"
"Oh fuck you!"
"Again?"
Key cursed at the evil cackle that faded away as Jonghyun went into the bathroom, but got up anyway, grinning slightly to himself despite the darkened room and his lingering fear of the shadows lurking in the farthest corners. After all, he didn't despise the idea of Jonghyun taking care of him like that again at all. He never did.
started: 03/31/12
finished: 03/31/12
crossposted at: jongkey (pending), shinee_replay, and my AFF account