[sj100] 005. Overworked
Ok, really? I don't much want to sex Ryeowook. I'd rather...I dunno, bake him cookies and dangle a string in front of him to see if he'd play with it like a kitty. Kibum, it seems, does not feel the same way. *shrugs*
Overworked
pairing: Kibum/Ryeowook
There were a lot of good reasons, Ryeowook thought, for why he jacked off several times a day. First, he was a teenager, and it was only natural for teenagers to have strong libidos. There was also the stress-it was a lot of stress, really, to be in a famous idol group, and rubbing one out every few hours helped take the edge off. And then there was the fact that he spent all of his waking and sleeping hours around twelve very attractive young men who seemed to like to casually touch his shoulder, or wrap their arms around his waist, or kiss him fondly on the top of his head. That created a certain amount of sexual tension, although of course it wasn't like he actually wanted to act on it, or fantasized about it or anything, because that would just be weird. In fact, he was in the middle of not fantasizing about being down on his knees sucking Hankyung's cock when Kibum opened the door and peeked into the warm-up room.
"Ryeowook, it's-oh," Kibum said, and it was strange, because Ryeowook could feel both his body and mind freeze up in shock and embarrassment, but for some reason his hand kept working up and down the shaft of his cock at the same feverish pace. Kibum's eyes widened slightly, and Ryeowook opened his mouth as if to say something. Prime candidates were oh my God, or get the fuck out, or oh my God, get the fuck out, because this really shouldn't have been happening-everyone knew not to interrupt him when he was "warming up" for a recording (although, of course, Kibum didn't often come to recordings, not being much of a singer himself, and so Ryeowook supposed it was possible that no one had told him about that particular rule...). He had decided to go with the third option when Kibum, seemingly no longer able to hold it in, burst out into one of his ridiculous shit-eating grins.
And then Ryeowook shuddered and came all over the keyboard of the piano in front of him.
Kibum's eyes widened even further and he whispered something that sounded to Ryeowook like, "Oh shit!" and then cleared his throat self-consciously. "It's, um, your turn to lay down your track in Studio B," he said, and then stepped out and closed the door behind him. As Ryeowook listened to the explosion of laughter erupt outside the door and then move, unabated, down the hallway, he thought that that had been pretty much as bad as it possibly could have been. On the bright side, at least now it was over, and it wasn't like anything so mortifying was likely to ever happen to him again.
***
And it really shouldn't have. There really was no reason for Kibum to walk into the bathroom the next morning while he was in the shower not imagining Sungmin writhing against him and Sungmin's soapy hands running all over his body, no reason at all for Kibum to pull the curtain back and pop his head in just as orgasm rocked through him, and yet there he was, infuriating smile and all.
"But you don't even live here!" was all Ryeowook could think of to say, because he didn't, dammit!
Kibum's eyes twinkled with barely-suppressed mirth. "Donghae are I are going out to get some breakfast. Which is why, uh, I'm here-he wants you to hurry up so he can take a shower before we leave."
Ryeowook just stared at him.
"You know, it's sort of impressive that you shot such a big load considering you just jacked off yesterday," Kibum said, voice thoughtful.
And again last night, Ryeowook thought, then shook his head slightly and said, "Uh, get out?"
"Right," Kibum said, and slid the curtain back into place. Ryeowook banged his head on the tiled walls a few time before cleaning up and toweling off.
***
"Seriously? Again?"
"Are...are you stalking me or something?"
"No, I just-I mean, really? Again?"
"Get out."
"But, like, I just saw you this morning-"
"Get out."
"Ok, but it can't be good for you to keep-"
"Get out get out get out!"
***
Ryeowook had closed the blinds, double checked the locks and slid a chair in front of the door just in case before sitting down on the couch and not imagining Jongwoon fucking him doggie style (it was one of his favorites to not imagine-that and Kangin fucking him against the wall...oh, and Donghae and Hyukjae taking turns sucking him off) when he heard a knock on the door. At first he thought he would ignore it, but when he heard the sound of something metal in the keyhole he sighed and realized the situation was hopeless. He waddled over to the door with his pants around his ankles and, pushing the chair aside, yanked it open to find Kibum holding a paperclip.
"Hey," he said, staring down pointedly as his throbbing hard cock, "as you can see, I'm busy right now. Maybe you'd like to come back later?"
Kibum smiled slightly differently than he had before-pointier teeth? a small voice in the back of Ryeowook's mind mused- and said, "No, now's fine." Then he grabbed Ryeowook's hand and led him back into the room. Before Ryeowook could form a coherent sentence, Kibum had pulled him towards the couch and then down into his lap on it, and now was running his hands softly over Ryeowook's naked inner thighs.
"Um, Kibum?" he said, and unsuccessfully tried to keep a shiver of pleasure from running through his body.
"I've heard," came Kibum's voice, low and playful and right next to his ear, "that for some people, someone else getting them off tides them over much longer than getting themselves off," and Ryeowook gasped as he felt Kibum's hand close around his cock. "I thought maybe you should give that a try."
"Kibum, I don't-oh." Ryeowook decided not to talk, because it felt good, really good. Kibum's hand set a steady pace, and his other hand made short work of Ryeowook's t-shirt and began to play with his nipples, and his mouth found Ryeowook's earlobe and began to suck and nibble and-what was that sound? It took Ryeowook a moment to recognize his own moans, and in the next moment Kibum had turned his head and brought their lips together and was swallowing the sounds, licking them off of Ryeowook's tongue in time with the slick, sure strokes of his hand. Ryeowook had never not fantasized about this, but he decided it was better than any of the scenarios he had ever not imagined.
It wasn't long before he came, toes curling and back arched and head thrown back over Kibum's shoulder in the queen mother of all orgasms. Kibum placed lazy kisses on his exposed neck as he gentled him through the aftershocks, and when Ryeowook could breath again he let out a very earnest "fuck!" and laughed shakily.
"No kidding." He could hear Kibum's smile against his neck. "Seriously, where does all this come from?" he asked, rubbing the copious amounts of cum on his hand into Ryeowook's already white-streaked belly.
"Shut up," Ryeowook mumbled and elbowed him. "It's perfectly natural."
Kibum laughed. "Like hell it is. You're like a fucking rabbit," he said, then pushed Ryeowook over onto the couch and stood up. Ryeowook glared up at him-now there was cum on the cushions.
"Seriously, though," Kibum said, licking absently at his fingers, "you've gotta stop jacking off so much. You're gonna overwork poor Wookie Jr." When Ryeowook made to protest, Kibum smiled and continued. "It's ok, I'll help you. We'll make a deal: if you can wait two whole days, you get a prize." Kibum smiled wickedly. "I'll leave what the prize is up to you. Deal?"
Hundreds of scenarios flashed through Ryeowook's head-which was strange, considering that he never imagined things like this normally-and he smiled and nodded.
Overworked
pairing: Kibum/Ryeowook
There were a lot of good reasons, Ryeowook thought, for why he jacked off several times a day. First, he was a teenager, and it was only natural for teenagers to have strong libidos. There was also the stress-it was a lot of stress, really, to be in a famous idol group, and rubbing one out every few hours helped take the edge off. And then there was the fact that he spent all of his waking and sleeping hours around twelve very attractive young men who seemed to like to casually touch his shoulder, or wrap their arms around his waist, or kiss him fondly on the top of his head. That created a certain amount of sexual tension, although of course it wasn't like he actually wanted to act on it, or fantasized about it or anything, because that would just be weird. In fact, he was in the middle of not fantasizing about being down on his knees sucking Hankyung's cock when Kibum opened the door and peeked into the warm-up room.
"Ryeowook, it's-oh," Kibum said, and it was strange, because Ryeowook could feel both his body and mind freeze up in shock and embarrassment, but for some reason his hand kept working up and down the shaft of his cock at the same feverish pace. Kibum's eyes widened slightly, and Ryeowook opened his mouth as if to say something. Prime candidates were oh my God, or get the fuck out, or oh my God, get the fuck out, because this really shouldn't have been happening-everyone knew not to interrupt him when he was "warming up" for a recording (although, of course, Kibum didn't often come to recordings, not being much of a singer himself, and so Ryeowook supposed it was possible that no one had told him about that particular rule...). He had decided to go with the third option when Kibum, seemingly no longer able to hold it in, burst out into one of his ridiculous shit-eating grins.
And then Ryeowook shuddered and came all over the keyboard of the piano in front of him.
Kibum's eyes widened even further and he whispered something that sounded to Ryeowook like, "Oh shit!" and then cleared his throat self-consciously. "It's, um, your turn to lay down your track in Studio B," he said, and then stepped out and closed the door behind him. As Ryeowook listened to the explosion of laughter erupt outside the door and then move, unabated, down the hallway, he thought that that had been pretty much as bad as it possibly could have been. On the bright side, at least now it was over, and it wasn't like anything so mortifying was likely to ever happen to him again.
***
And it really shouldn't have. There really was no reason for Kibum to walk into the bathroom the next morning while he was in the shower not imagining Sungmin writhing against him and Sungmin's soapy hands running all over his body, no reason at all for Kibum to pull the curtain back and pop his head in just as orgasm rocked through him, and yet there he was, infuriating smile and all.
"But you don't even live here!" was all Ryeowook could think of to say, because he didn't, dammit!
Kibum's eyes twinkled with barely-suppressed mirth. "Donghae are I are going out to get some breakfast. Which is why, uh, I'm here-he wants you to hurry up so he can take a shower before we leave."
Ryeowook just stared at him.
"You know, it's sort of impressive that you shot such a big load considering you just jacked off yesterday," Kibum said, voice thoughtful.
And again last night, Ryeowook thought, then shook his head slightly and said, "Uh, get out?"
"Right," Kibum said, and slid the curtain back into place. Ryeowook banged his head on the tiled walls a few time before cleaning up and toweling off.
***
"Seriously? Again?"
"Are...are you stalking me or something?"
"No, I just-I mean, really? Again?"
"Get out."
"But, like, I just saw you this morning-"
"Get out."
"Ok, but it can't be good for you to keep-"
"Get out get out get out!"
***
Ryeowook had closed the blinds, double checked the locks and slid a chair in front of the door just in case before sitting down on the couch and not imagining Jongwoon fucking him doggie style (it was one of his favorites to not imagine-that and Kangin fucking him against the wall...oh, and Donghae and Hyukjae taking turns sucking him off) when he heard a knock on the door. At first he thought he would ignore it, but when he heard the sound of something metal in the keyhole he sighed and realized the situation was hopeless. He waddled over to the door with his pants around his ankles and, pushing the chair aside, yanked it open to find Kibum holding a paperclip.
"Hey," he said, staring down pointedly as his throbbing hard cock, "as you can see, I'm busy right now. Maybe you'd like to come back later?"
Kibum smiled slightly differently than he had before-pointier teeth? a small voice in the back of Ryeowook's mind mused- and said, "No, now's fine." Then he grabbed Ryeowook's hand and led him back into the room. Before Ryeowook could form a coherent sentence, Kibum had pulled him towards the couch and then down into his lap on it, and now was running his hands softly over Ryeowook's naked inner thighs.
"Um, Kibum?" he said, and unsuccessfully tried to keep a shiver of pleasure from running through his body.
"I've heard," came Kibum's voice, low and playful and right next to his ear, "that for some people, someone else getting them off tides them over much longer than getting themselves off," and Ryeowook gasped as he felt Kibum's hand close around his cock. "I thought maybe you should give that a try."
"Kibum, I don't-oh." Ryeowook decided not to talk, because it felt good, really good. Kibum's hand set a steady pace, and his other hand made short work of Ryeowook's t-shirt and began to play with his nipples, and his mouth found Ryeowook's earlobe and began to suck and nibble and-what was that sound? It took Ryeowook a moment to recognize his own moans, and in the next moment Kibum had turned his head and brought their lips together and was swallowing the sounds, licking them off of Ryeowook's tongue in time with the slick, sure strokes of his hand. Ryeowook had never not fantasized about this, but he decided it was better than any of the scenarios he had ever not imagined.
It wasn't long before he came, toes curling and back arched and head thrown back over Kibum's shoulder in the queen mother of all orgasms. Kibum placed lazy kisses on his exposed neck as he gentled him through the aftershocks, and when Ryeowook could breath again he let out a very earnest "fuck!" and laughed shakily.
"No kidding." He could hear Kibum's smile against his neck. "Seriously, where does all this come from?" he asked, rubbing the copious amounts of cum on his hand into Ryeowook's already white-streaked belly.
"Shut up," Ryeowook mumbled and elbowed him. "It's perfectly natural."
Kibum laughed. "Like hell it is. You're like a fucking rabbit," he said, then pushed Ryeowook over onto the couch and stood up. Ryeowook glared up at him-now there was cum on the cushions.
"Seriously, though," Kibum said, licking absently at his fingers, "you've gotta stop jacking off so much. You're gonna overwork poor Wookie Jr." When Ryeowook made to protest, Kibum smiled and continued. "It's ok, I'll help you. We'll make a deal: if you can wait two whole days, you get a prize." Kibum smiled wickedly. "I'll leave what the prize is up to you. Deal?"
Hundreds of scenarios flashed through Ryeowook's head-which was strange, considering that he never imagined things like this normally-and he smiled and nodded.