SHINee {Jonghyun/Key ; you gonna get into my ride, right?}
Title: you gonna get into my ride, right?
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Word count: 2,183
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "You look completely stupid. You know what this car screams? This car screams either of a height complex or a size complex."
A/N: this is how my morning went:
Ashley and Mel: we want Jongkey car sex.
Ashley: where is Laura, I need to bully her.
me: I am not writing Jongkey car sex.
entire t-list: WRITE IT!
me: what the hell, I SAID NO.
but I did it. therefore proving that I am the dictionary definition of a push over. fml. I am so going to Hell. I am blaming all of you for it. As usual, mostly unedited because I hate writing porn.
you gonna get into my ride, right?
Jonghyun had been messing around in the car all day, acting as though he was capable of driving it. He thought it made him look cool. Key thought it made him look:
"Ridiculous," Key said, bending down so he could lean in the open window. "You look completely stupid. You know what this car screams? This car screams either of a height complex or a penis size complex."
"You don't like the car?" Jonghyun asked, fiddling with the steering wheel. "I love the car. The car is cool."
"Of course you like it," said Key, leaning further in so he could pick up the can of hairspray that had been left on the passenger seat by one of the stylists. Jonghyun's nose was roughly in the vicinity of his heart. "That's because you're a midget with size issues."
"Hey, I don't have size issues," Jonghyun said, kind of muffled because his mouth was against Key's jacket. "You should know."
"Oh," Key said innocently, pulling back. "Maybe I'm the only one who has problems with it then."
Jonghyun grabbed his arm, pulling him back in so he could wrap a hand around the back of Key's neck and pull his mouth within inches of his own. "You never complained before," he said. Key scowled and hit him on the shoulder with the can of hair spray.
"This is hurting my stomach," he said. Jonghyun released him, and Key stood up and made a big deal out of straightening his clothes and holding his stomach because clearly, being pressed against a car window for five seconds caused lasting damage. Jonghyun played around in the car for a while longer as Key put the hairspray down on a table in the studio. "Manager-hyung said that we'll be leaving in half an hour," he called over his shoulder. "Our ride got caught up in traffic."
"We could just take this one," Jonghyun suggested, climbing out of it. He leaned down and checked his hair in the wing mirror. Key snorted, rejoining him over by the car, shoving him aside so he could check his own hair..
"Minho's legs will never fit in there," he said, leaving off his hair and opening the back door and peering inside. "Hell, you'll be lucky to fit in there."
"I bet you could fit two people in there, easily," Jonghyun said, quietly stepping behind him.
"How?" Key asked, then turned around and jumped to see Jonghyun standing so close to him. "Whoa, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Not quite," Jonghyun said with a grin, put his hands on Key's hips and pushed him backwards so that he was lying on the back seat, one of his arms sprawled above his head. Jonghyun slid on top, twisting so that he could close the door behind him.
"Look," Key said, his legs now bent at the knee. "I know you're tiny and I know you can fit in here without any sort of trouble but this is uncomfortable. It's really just so stupid--" He stopped, as Jonghyun ran a hand over the short hair at the side of his head.
"Almost as stupid as your hair," Jonghyun said.
"That doesn't stop you molesting it," said Key, shifting his head so he could keep the contact with Jonghyun's palm. Jonghyun groaned, and kissed him, still stroking a thumb over the blonde. Key kissed like he lived his life; selfishly, without apology, taking what he wanted but willing to give back, if Jonghyun wanted. Jonghyun had a selfish streak too, but he never really felt like indulging it when they were like this. Maybe it was every single noise that Key made, the small moans, the hitching of the breath, streaked straight to Jonghyun's groin.
"I haven't got anything," Jonghyun broke away to say, and somehow finding that his free hand had managed to unbutton all of Key's shirt. He blinked; he didn't remember doing that. Maybe he'd become far too caught up in trying to make Key do that little gasp when he breathed in.
"My pocket," Key said, sliding a knee up between Jonghyun's thighs like that was supposed to help him get at his pocket. It didn't; it just made Jonghyun choke on his tongue. "My hands are busy." Yeah, Jonghyun agreed, they were busy -- pulling at Jonghyun's t-shirt. Fumbling in the small space, he worked a few fingers into Key's jeans pocket and pulled out a wrapped condom.
"You're carrying these in your pockets now?" he asked, breaking off halfway as his shirt was pulled over his head.
"They don't call me mother for nothing," Key said, fingers rubbing at Jonghyun's stomach, teasingly brushing against the hem of Jonghyun's pants. Jonghyun worked an arm around Key's shoulders, bit at his ear.
"There's something disturbing about that," he pointed out, knocking Key's hands out of the way so Jonghyun could trace the seam work of the material at Key's crotch.
Key, titling his hips up into the touch, hand sliding along the back of Jonghyun's shoulders, said, "Last time, after manager-hyung found them in my bag, I figured I needed to find somewhere else to keep them."
"So you kept them on your person," Jonghyun said, working at the buttons and zip of the jeans. "What if a fan gave you a hug and found them? What if one fell out as you were changing? Think of the scandal, Kibum."
"It's got to be better than another Talk from manager-hyung," said Key, wriggling to help Jonghyun take his pants off, after he tried to get his hand between skin and tight material and realised that it was a losing battle. Key's cock was already straining against his underwear, teenage body always so responsive to Jonghyun's touch. He traced butterfly kisses along Key's collarbones as he helped him out of his underwear. Lazily, he stroked his hand up and down, idly sliding his thumb across the slit at the end, watching as Key's head tipped back. "We have about twenty minutes," he said, voice husky in a way that it never usually was. "You can't afford to take your time."
"But I want to see your body arch," Jonghyun muttered. "I want to hear you scream my name. I want to drive you crazy."
"We don't have time," Key said, right before Jonghyun kissed him just to make him shut up, then forgot why he did it, then forgot to care.
"There is always time," he said, when he finally pulled away, senses all over the place. He brought his free hand up and pressed his fingers to Key's lips, shuddering when Key's tongue darted out and touched the tips. He pushed his fingers past his lips, over his teeth and firmly into Key's mouth, the way Key curled his tongue against them almost making him come right there and then. He was so hard, so painfully hard. It was like the scent of Key mixed with the leather seats was the scent of Heaven or something.
Key's hands were frantically pushing at Jonghyun's pants, even as he was sucking on Jonghyun's fingers like some sort of a god damned whore. His hips were jerking; every so often they would buck firmly up, but Jonghyun kept up the slow strokes, not wanting Key to lose control too soon. He took his hand away, Key's breathing heavy in the enclosed space, and nudged Key's legs apart.
"It's a good job we already filmed the dance scenes," Jonghyun said, half-laughing, half-growling, "because you are so not going to be able to walk tomorrow."
"Don't assert things that you might not follow up on," said Key, hand skirting over Jonghyun's ass and then curling around the back of his thigh. Now that was maddeningly distracting. Instead of saying anything more, he simply pushed a finger inside Key, savouring the way Key cried out, relishing how tight he was as he slid another finger in. One of Key's legs was bent around Jonghyun's knees, the other foot in the foot well, toes spasming.
He ripped the top of the condom off with his teeth, and with one hand clumsily rolled it onto his cock. Then he wrapped his hand around the base of Key's cock to stop him from coming too early, pulled his fingers out, and tugged Key closer, positioning himself between his thighs.
Then the car filled with the sound of Bonamana, shocking them both. Jonghyun began searching around for his jeans, and Key groaned. "Just leave it," he said, hands sliding over Jonghyun's skin as he pushed his hips forward. "Ignore it, come on."
"That's manager-hyung's ringtone," Jonghyun said, and managed to locate his pants under the front passenger seat. Just before he took the call, he rocked his hips forward, pushing inside, then clamped his hand over Key's mouth, and pressed "Take call".
"Jonghyun, where are you?"
"Bathroom," Jonghyun said, Key's fingernails scrambling on his back, leaving welts. "Key's hair went flat." He pulled out, then thrust forward again, quicker this time. Key's cry was luckily muffled against his hand, and it was all Jonghyun could do not to groan.
"Are you okay?" his manager asked suspiciously. "You sound choked."
"Key used too much hairspray," Jonghyun answered, getting a nip on the palm of his hand. "It's in my throat."
"Well, tell him to hurry up. We're leaving in ten minutes, you need to be at the front entrance then."
"Yeah." Key's eyes were screwed up, his head tipped so far back that he looked like he was going to damage his spine, Jonghyun's hand still (unfortunately) muffling the sounds he made when Jonghyun slammed into him again and again. "Hyung, we'll be there."
Before the other man could say anything else, Jonghyun hung up on him and dropped his phone down onto the pile of clothing. Removing his hand from Key's mouth, and his other from his cock, Jonghyun put both hands on Key's hips so that the rhythm could be more steady. He could barely think anymore; Key's breathing was erratic and heady. Jonghyun pressed his mouth to Key's and twined their tongues together, then nuzzled his forehead against the short blonde hair.
"Come on, Kibum," he murmured, right into Key's ear. "Say my name. Scream my name."
"Jonghyun," Key cried, left hand now around Jonghyun's bicep, fingernails digging in. "You fucking bastard, Jonghyun."
"That's not very nice," Jonghyun panted, took his cock in his hand, and with a couple of quick pumps, brought Key to climax. He came with another shout of Jonghyun's name, a curse mixed in amongst it, as hot liquid spurted against Jonghyun's hand and stomach. The tremors that shuddered through his body caused Jonghyun to come, a cry of "Kibum" falling from his lips.
He lay, sated, across Key for a minute or two before Key said, voice muffled against Jonghyun's shoulder, "The seat belt is digging into my back."
"I've got cramp in the back of my thighs," Jonghyun said.
"If it makes it worth it, I probably will be walking funny in the morning," Key said. Jonghyun poked him in the ribs.
"Not a size issue," he said.
"I didn't say that," Key pointed out. "All I was saying was that there was a lack of lube."
Jonghyun swept his hair out of his eyes, then lay his forehead against Key's. "Was it painful?"
"Why don't we swap positions and you can try it?"
"No fear," Jonghyun said, kissed him quickly, then began trying to find his clothes from amongst Key's. "We've probably got three minutes before mananger-hyung decides we're late and sends out a search party. "Reckon you can make yourself presentable before then?"
"I am always presentable."
"Is that what that was?"
Three minutes later, walking outside just at the same time as the car pulled up, with hats pulled on to hide their sweaty hair, their manager pulled Jonghyun to the side and said, "The shots they got today with the car weren't exactly what we were looking for. They want you to do them again tomorrow."
"In the same car?" They'd cleaned the car as best they could with tissues and spit, but he wasn't sure it was perfect. He could see Key grinning at him through the car window, Taemin asleep on his shoulder.
Their manager shook his head. “No, a different one. It only has the two seats.”
Jonghyun laughed, patted their manager's shoulder and said, "Hey, it just gives room for experimentation, right?"
mah porn skillz r a+ yah.
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Word count: 2,183
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "You look completely stupid. You know what this car screams? This car screams either of a height complex or a size complex."
A/N: this is how my morning went:
Ashley and Mel: we want Jongkey car sex.
Ashley: where is Laura, I need to bully her.
me: I am not writing Jongkey car sex.
entire t-list: WRITE IT!
me: what the hell, I SAID NO.
but I did it. therefore proving that I am the dictionary definition of a push over. fml. I am so going to Hell. I am blaming all of you for it. As usual, mostly unedited because I hate writing porn.
you gonna get into my ride, right?
Jonghyun had been messing around in the car all day, acting as though he was capable of driving it. He thought it made him look cool. Key thought it made him look:
"Ridiculous," Key said, bending down so he could lean in the open window. "You look completely stupid. You know what this car screams? This car screams either of a height complex or a penis size complex."
"You don't like the car?" Jonghyun asked, fiddling with the steering wheel. "I love the car. The car is cool."
"Of course you like it," said Key, leaning further in so he could pick up the can of hairspray that had been left on the passenger seat by one of the stylists. Jonghyun's nose was roughly in the vicinity of his heart. "That's because you're a midget with size issues."
"Hey, I don't have size issues," Jonghyun said, kind of muffled because his mouth was against Key's jacket. "You should know."
"Oh," Key said innocently, pulling back. "Maybe I'm the only one who has problems with it then."
Jonghyun grabbed his arm, pulling him back in so he could wrap a hand around the back of Key's neck and pull his mouth within inches of his own. "You never complained before," he said. Key scowled and hit him on the shoulder with the can of hair spray.
"This is hurting my stomach," he said. Jonghyun released him, and Key stood up and made a big deal out of straightening his clothes and holding his stomach because clearly, being pressed against a car window for five seconds caused lasting damage. Jonghyun played around in the car for a while longer as Key put the hairspray down on a table in the studio. "Manager-hyung said that we'll be leaving in half an hour," he called over his shoulder. "Our ride got caught up in traffic."
"We could just take this one," Jonghyun suggested, climbing out of it. He leaned down and checked his hair in the wing mirror. Key snorted, rejoining him over by the car, shoving him aside so he could check his own hair..
"Minho's legs will never fit in there," he said, leaving off his hair and opening the back door and peering inside. "Hell, you'll be lucky to fit in there."
"I bet you could fit two people in there, easily," Jonghyun said, quietly stepping behind him.
"How?" Key asked, then turned around and jumped to see Jonghyun standing so close to him. "Whoa, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Not quite," Jonghyun said with a grin, put his hands on Key's hips and pushed him backwards so that he was lying on the back seat, one of his arms sprawled above his head. Jonghyun slid on top, twisting so that he could close the door behind him.
"Look," Key said, his legs now bent at the knee. "I know you're tiny and I know you can fit in here without any sort of trouble but this is uncomfortable. It's really just so stupid--" He stopped, as Jonghyun ran a hand over the short hair at the side of his head.
"Almost as stupid as your hair," Jonghyun said.
"That doesn't stop you molesting it," said Key, shifting his head so he could keep the contact with Jonghyun's palm. Jonghyun groaned, and kissed him, still stroking a thumb over the blonde. Key kissed like he lived his life; selfishly, without apology, taking what he wanted but willing to give back, if Jonghyun wanted. Jonghyun had a selfish streak too, but he never really felt like indulging it when they were like this. Maybe it was every single noise that Key made, the small moans, the hitching of the breath, streaked straight to Jonghyun's groin.
"I haven't got anything," Jonghyun broke away to say, and somehow finding that his free hand had managed to unbutton all of Key's shirt. He blinked; he didn't remember doing that. Maybe he'd become far too caught up in trying to make Key do that little gasp when he breathed in.
"My pocket," Key said, sliding a knee up between Jonghyun's thighs like that was supposed to help him get at his pocket. It didn't; it just made Jonghyun choke on his tongue. "My hands are busy." Yeah, Jonghyun agreed, they were busy -- pulling at Jonghyun's t-shirt. Fumbling in the small space, he worked a few fingers into Key's jeans pocket and pulled out a wrapped condom.
"You're carrying these in your pockets now?" he asked, breaking off halfway as his shirt was pulled over his head.
"They don't call me mother for nothing," Key said, fingers rubbing at Jonghyun's stomach, teasingly brushing against the hem of Jonghyun's pants. Jonghyun worked an arm around Key's shoulders, bit at his ear.
"There's something disturbing about that," he pointed out, knocking Key's hands out of the way so Jonghyun could trace the seam work of the material at Key's crotch.
Key, titling his hips up into the touch, hand sliding along the back of Jonghyun's shoulders, said, "Last time, after manager-hyung found them in my bag, I figured I needed to find somewhere else to keep them."
"So you kept them on your person," Jonghyun said, working at the buttons and zip of the jeans. "What if a fan gave you a hug and found them? What if one fell out as you were changing? Think of the scandal, Kibum."
"It's got to be better than another Talk from manager-hyung," said Key, wriggling to help Jonghyun take his pants off, after he tried to get his hand between skin and tight material and realised that it was a losing battle. Key's cock was already straining against his underwear, teenage body always so responsive to Jonghyun's touch. He traced butterfly kisses along Key's collarbones as he helped him out of his underwear. Lazily, he stroked his hand up and down, idly sliding his thumb across the slit at the end, watching as Key's head tipped back. "We have about twenty minutes," he said, voice husky in a way that it never usually was. "You can't afford to take your time."
"But I want to see your body arch," Jonghyun muttered. "I want to hear you scream my name. I want to drive you crazy."
"We don't have time," Key said, right before Jonghyun kissed him just to make him shut up, then forgot why he did it, then forgot to care.
"There is always time," he said, when he finally pulled away, senses all over the place. He brought his free hand up and pressed his fingers to Key's lips, shuddering when Key's tongue darted out and touched the tips. He pushed his fingers past his lips, over his teeth and firmly into Key's mouth, the way Key curled his tongue against them almost making him come right there and then. He was so hard, so painfully hard. It was like the scent of Key mixed with the leather seats was the scent of Heaven or something.
Key's hands were frantically pushing at Jonghyun's pants, even as he was sucking on Jonghyun's fingers like some sort of a god damned whore. His hips were jerking; every so often they would buck firmly up, but Jonghyun kept up the slow strokes, not wanting Key to lose control too soon. He took his hand away, Key's breathing heavy in the enclosed space, and nudged Key's legs apart.
"It's a good job we already filmed the dance scenes," Jonghyun said, half-laughing, half-growling, "because you are so not going to be able to walk tomorrow."
"Don't assert things that you might not follow up on," said Key, hand skirting over Jonghyun's ass and then curling around the back of his thigh. Now that was maddeningly distracting. Instead of saying anything more, he simply pushed a finger inside Key, savouring the way Key cried out, relishing how tight he was as he slid another finger in. One of Key's legs was bent around Jonghyun's knees, the other foot in the foot well, toes spasming.
He ripped the top of the condom off with his teeth, and with one hand clumsily rolled it onto his cock. Then he wrapped his hand around the base of Key's cock to stop him from coming too early, pulled his fingers out, and tugged Key closer, positioning himself between his thighs.
Then the car filled with the sound of Bonamana, shocking them both. Jonghyun began searching around for his jeans, and Key groaned. "Just leave it," he said, hands sliding over Jonghyun's skin as he pushed his hips forward. "Ignore it, come on."
"That's manager-hyung's ringtone," Jonghyun said, and managed to locate his pants under the front passenger seat. Just before he took the call, he rocked his hips forward, pushing inside, then clamped his hand over Key's mouth, and pressed "Take call".
"Jonghyun, where are you?"
"Bathroom," Jonghyun said, Key's fingernails scrambling on his back, leaving welts. "Key's hair went flat." He pulled out, then thrust forward again, quicker this time. Key's cry was luckily muffled against his hand, and it was all Jonghyun could do not to groan.
"Are you okay?" his manager asked suspiciously. "You sound choked."
"Key used too much hairspray," Jonghyun answered, getting a nip on the palm of his hand. "It's in my throat."
"Well, tell him to hurry up. We're leaving in ten minutes, you need to be at the front entrance then."
"Yeah." Key's eyes were screwed up, his head tipped so far back that he looked like he was going to damage his spine, Jonghyun's hand still (unfortunately) muffling the sounds he made when Jonghyun slammed into him again and again. "Hyung, we'll be there."
Before the other man could say anything else, Jonghyun hung up on him and dropped his phone down onto the pile of clothing. Removing his hand from Key's mouth, and his other from his cock, Jonghyun put both hands on Key's hips so that the rhythm could be more steady. He could barely think anymore; Key's breathing was erratic and heady. Jonghyun pressed his mouth to Key's and twined their tongues together, then nuzzled his forehead against the short blonde hair.
"Come on, Kibum," he murmured, right into Key's ear. "Say my name. Scream my name."
"Jonghyun," Key cried, left hand now around Jonghyun's bicep, fingernails digging in. "You fucking bastard, Jonghyun."
"That's not very nice," Jonghyun panted, took his cock in his hand, and with a couple of quick pumps, brought Key to climax. He came with another shout of Jonghyun's name, a curse mixed in amongst it, as hot liquid spurted against Jonghyun's hand and stomach. The tremors that shuddered through his body caused Jonghyun to come, a cry of "Kibum" falling from his lips.
He lay, sated, across Key for a minute or two before Key said, voice muffled against Jonghyun's shoulder, "The seat belt is digging into my back."
"I've got cramp in the back of my thighs," Jonghyun said.
"If it makes it worth it, I probably will be walking funny in the morning," Key said. Jonghyun poked him in the ribs.
"Not a size issue," he said.
"I didn't say that," Key pointed out. "All I was saying was that there was a lack of lube."
Jonghyun swept his hair out of his eyes, then lay his forehead against Key's. "Was it painful?"
"Why don't we swap positions and you can try it?"
"No fear," Jonghyun said, kissed him quickly, then began trying to find his clothes from amongst Key's. "We've probably got three minutes before mananger-hyung decides we're late and sends out a search party. "Reckon you can make yourself presentable before then?"
"I am always presentable."
"Is that what that was?"
Three minutes later, walking outside just at the same time as the car pulled up, with hats pulled on to hide their sweaty hair, their manager pulled Jonghyun to the side and said, "The shots they got today with the car weren't exactly what we were looking for. They want you to do them again tomorrow."
"In the same car?" They'd cleaned the car as best they could with tissues and spit, but he wasn't sure it was perfect. He could see Key grinning at him through the car window, Taemin asleep on his shoulder.
Their manager shook his head. “No, a different one. It only has the two seats.”
Jonghyun laughed, patted their manager's shoulder and said, "Hey, it just gives room for experimentation, right?"
mah porn skillz r a+ yah.
