Rock My World (Chapter 3)
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: Soft NC-17
Genre: Rock musical!AU, Romance & Drama
Beta-ed by: desiderada
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: When Onew leaves the Korean production of RoA, Jonghyun is promoted to lead singer in his place and a new actor is also hired. Sparks fly, drama ensues - Rock & Roll.
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now
Give me something to sing about.
- Paramore, Crushcrushcrush
Prologue || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || Epilogue
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Rock My World - Chapter 3
The next three weeks seem to pass by in a blur, the only lucid memories Jonghyun could retain being of Key. When he wasn’t drooling onto the studio’s or the stage’s wooden flooring, he was staring off into space or trying to strike up an intelligent conversation with the boy. Needless to say he only rarely managed to say something decent and clever, to the black-haired boy’s great amusement, and more often than not it ended with them bickering at each other playfully or outright teasing each other.
Jonghyun remembered a particular day when they were both on stage and Key was reciting his lines while moving through the choreography and the blond boy could have sworn he saw him pulling his sweat pants down a little so that they rode sinfully low on his thin hips and revealed smooth tan skin whenever he reached upwards with his arms. Jonghyun had missed his cue (again) and had gone home that night only to grunt and complain to his dog who looked at him like he was going insane, because truly he was.
Key was sexy. He was gorgeous and perfect and Jonghyun wanted him so badly, needed his touch and presence so much more with every passing day that he wasn’t sure for how long he could go on resisting him. His hormones were screaming at him to jump the boy whenever they crossed each other in deserted hallways and really, Jonghyun was beginning to wonder if he was a masochist for deliberately going out of his way to spend more time with the alluring boy without allowing himself to lay a hand on him.
The day before their first showcase with the new cast and crew, they held a proper dress rehearsal, complete with costumes, makeup and special effects. All the producers and administrators were seated in the audience and Jonghyun couldn’t help but feel a bit jittery. It was his show now, his turn to shine.
One of the stylists was in Jonghyun and Jino’s dressing room, going over the boys’ makeup routine with them just to make sure they had it right since the cast was responsible for applying the cosmetics on their own. Once he was done, Jonghyun looked at himself in the mirror, taking in his appearance with an uncharacteristically serious expression. The wardrobe department had adjusted Onew’s old jacket and pants so that they would fit the slightly smaller man and Jonghyun couldn’t deny that they fit him like a glove. His half blond hair gave him a certain edge that hadn’t been the same with Onew, and he had used more kohl to outline his eyes, making them appear all that much bigger which would highlight his facial expressions while performing on stage. He personally hated lip gloss and was glad when the stylist noona hadn’t forced him to wear some. He studied his reflection for a while, inspecting everything from the studded leather jacket to his worn out skinny jeans, black army boots (with slight heels), multitude of bracelets adorning his wrists (it had taken him near ten minutes to get them all on) and styled hair before nodding to himself readily. Showtime.
His nerves were bubbling in his stomach as he paced around back stage, waiting for the narrator’s prompt to enter the spotlight, for the first chords of the electric guitar that started the his song and he managed to calm himself down a little by continuously reminding himself that it was only a dress rehearsal and that if anything was going to go wrong, this was probably the best time for it to happen.
When the narrator spoke his character’s name, Jonghyun confidently set foot on the stage under the hot blinding lights and promptly forgot about everything that had been plaguing his restless mind to sing his opening notes perfectly, like only Kim Jonghyun knew how.
The rehearsal went by smoothly, except for defective smoke machine that refused to work at the right moment and the slight mix up in the tracks that had been changed from the original. Jonghyun had also had a mishap of his own when he had recited the character’s old lines instead of the modified ones because he had been distracted by a certain boy’s literally sparkling eyes as well as his skin-tight glossy black vinyl pants. He had caught and corrected himself soon enough, but not before noticing the other boy’s astute smirk.
The cast and crew were congratulating each other on the - all things considered - successful rehearsal while Jonghyun was left scanning the crowd of people for a familiar raven-haired actor. He was genuinely surprised to find a red-streaked black-haired boy with an asymmetrical haircut instead of the do he had grown rather fond of and wondered why he hadn’t noticed the change in hairstyles while they were performing. (But then, Jonghyun remembered that he had been all too busy staring at the other’s round and perfect ass in those sinful pants and at the glitter around his fierce eyes to ever hope to notice anything else.)
Before Jonghyun could free himself from the congratulating hugs and friendly embraces, the boy had already left for his own dressing room and Jonghyun grudgingly trudged back to his own, smiling weakly to Jino who was already in the room.
“You did great, hyung,” his fellow cast member complimented.
“Thanks, you too.”
Jonghyun didn’t mean to be brusque, but he really couldn’t be bothered with small celebration talk at the moment because the only thought on his mind was finding Key. He hurried out of his costume, cursing under his breath when his innumerable bracelets refused to cooperate and when the charcoal-coloured makeup around his eyes required seven tissues to be wiped off. He was just about to leave his room when the stylist interrupted his escape, thrusting a small black bottle into his hand.
“What is this?” he asked at once.
“Are you serious?”
“...Yes?”
“It’s nail polish, Jonghyun,” the older woman informed him and Jonghyun vaguely remembered Onew having black nails during performances. “And it’s my little homework assignment for the night, don’t make a mess.”
Jonghyun just nodded, eager to get away but was only disappointed to find Key’s dressing room empty. He asked around for the boy, but quickly learned that he had already left.
“Fucking tease.”
Jonghyun stared at his phone for the longest time that evening, resisting the urge to dial Key’s number and to give into temptation, literally. He forced his stare back to the small bottle of nail polish that sat ominously on his kitchen table. He unscrewed the cap carefully and was positively disgusted by the strong smell the black liquid emitted (Roo was too).
He wasn’t ashamed to admit that when he did pick up his phone, it was to call his sister to ask her how to properly apply nail polish. She laughed at him.
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Jonghyun couldn’t understand why girls liked to paint their nails with every colour of the rainbow because he was finding it oh so distracting. Every time he would glance towards his hands he would stare at his unnaturally coloured nails and the urge to chip off the black paint was hard to resist. It was also distracting for other reasons: Jonghyun had been pondering for the last five minutes how it would look if he were to drag his nails over Key’s creamy and tanned skin or to trace those curved lips of his with his index. Distracting thoughts, indeed.
When he arrived at the theatre in the early afternoon the next day, the stylist who had given him the polish came up to him only to sigh after having inspected Jonghyun’s rough and messy work.
“Aren’t you supposed to be ambidextrous?” she probed knowingly.
“It was my first time, noona,” the young boy protested with a pout that had the woman giggling at him.
“You’ll get better,” she assured him, raising a hand to ruffle his already messy hair.
Jonghyun then joined the cast and crew in the auditorium as they all waited for their director to give his small speech since they would be holding their first show in a few hours that very evening. The blond boy couldn’t spot Key amongst the crowd, so he flopped down into a seat beside Jessica, the female lead, instead and eavesdropped on the conversations around him.
Apparently, Key had become a hot topic among the members of the production. His voice may not have been as powerful as Jonghyun’s or even Jino’s, but most agreed that his stage presence was undeniable and that the way he spoke and moved his body was compelling; he would captivate audiences for sure. Everyone understood at once why the managers had cast him. Well, everyone except Jino.
The latter didn’t like how Key had taken the liberty of changing not only the character’s wardrobe, but his personality as well. It annoyed and somewhat angered Jino, because the newcomer shouldn’t have had such a big say in his part - he had only just been hired, after all. Besides, he thought all the praise the new boy was receiving was grossly misplaced: if anything, Key’s interpretation had made the show slightly cruder, more vulgar in Jino’s opinion. Sure, it was a rock musical, but that didn’t mean it had to be tasteless.
Key wasn’t naive: he had noticed Jino’s lack of friendliness during the past week and decided to trust his instincts, which were telling him to steer clear of the singer. So he did just that.
The artists dutifully listened to their director’s enthusiastic and encouraging discourse, anxious yet excited about the night to come. They were told that a few critics had been invited to review the “new and improved” show. Jonghyun tensed in his seat: after a month of prepping, this was it.
He was no less tense as he paced around in his dressing room, iPod on and blasting the distorted guitar sounds he would have to sing along to in a few hours. The cast and crew had left to grab something to eat, but Jonghyun should have known better than to think that they were all gone.
He felt hands drop onto his shoulder and jumped at the unexpected touch, his eyes catching none other than Key’s in the mirror in front of him. The taller boy tugged at the blond’s earbuds until they fell out of his abused ears.
“Sit. Down,” the boy then spoke, closer to the other’s ear than necessary, his breath tickling Jonghyun’s neck. “You’re making me nervous.”
He pushed down on the elder’s shoulders, making him settle into his makeup chair. He flashed him a smirk through the mirror, taking his time to drag a finger along the blond’s back, before leaving the room. Just like that.
Jonghyun stared at the door for the longest time.
As showtime approached, the backstage area got busier and busier. Jonghyun was dragged left and right for last minute instructions and as he rushed back and forth along corridors, he sneaked a peak to Key’s shared dressing room when, really, he shouldn’t have. He was greeted with the sight of a shirtless Key, back to him as someone taped the wire that ran from his ear to his backpocket to his flawless, gorgeous skin.
Jonghyun quickly tore his gaze away, desperately trying to rid his mind of the vivid images that were playing in his head, all of which involving his mouth, a bed and Key’s naked back.
Thankfully, once the show started, Jonghyun was all too focused to remember how tanned Key’s skin was, how his dimples showed when he smiled or how tight his pants were. Once on the stage, the lead singer forgot about everything else and simply gave it his all.
But during the intermission, he saw something that threatened to have him give up, to walk away from his duties in favour of shoving a certain boy into a wall and wiping that smug smirk off his lips with his tongue.
He had just lifted his sweat-soaked shirt above his head to put on a new one when he spotted said boy looking at him from across the hall, biting his lip. Biting his glossed, red, puffy, curvy, perfect and surely delicious bottom lip.
Jonghyun almost groaned.
The second half of the show went well, but this time thoughts of Key lingered in the back of Jonghyun’s mind. When he sang “I Wanna Rock” he wanted to add “You” and send a very pointed look to his costar but even without the additional word, Key seemed to get the message. During their scenes together, the lithe and nimble dancer would move his body with that extra “unf” factor, putting on a show and Jonghyun wanted to believe it was meant for him. He could only stare in awe, trying to suppress the overwhelming want that was coursing through his body, trying to suppress the urge to reach out and touch the beautiful boy, to finally feel his beauty instead of simply admiring it like he’d been doing for what felt like an eternity already. But he had lines to deliver, notes to sing so Jonghyun used every ounce of willpower in his body to carry on with his performance, but when the curtains closed to hide the standing audience, the lead singer wasted no time in straightening himself from his bow with only one thing in mind: Kibum.
He vaguely registered the friendly pats on the back, the hands ruffling his hair and the distant words of praise that were uttered to him as he searched for the only person he wanted to see in that moment. His heart was beating fast and hard in his chest, ears still ringing from the loud music and his throat felt raw and dry but when his dark eyes found his, his mind went blank with need and lust.
Jonghyun pushed through the crowd of artists while Key simply watched him with that smirk he hated and loved so much. He grabbed the taller boy’s wrist firmly and pulled him into a dark corner without a single thought. And it felt good.
He pressed up against Key so that the younger boy’s chest heaved against his own and claimed the boy’s lips almost aggressively, biting and licking at anything he could reach. Key tasted like lip gloss, sweat and something else that Jonghyun couldn’t figure out but decided he liked very much as he kept lapping his tongue against the other boy’s. His fingers slid into Key’s hair, securing his head and tilting it to the side so that he could get more of that bittersweet taste. He suddenly felt the boy’s skinny hipbones dig into his belt but his hands were too busy fisting in his dark hair to reach down and do something about it. Key was giving in, putting up no resistance whatsoever as he returned Jonghyun’s eager kiss with tongue, teeth and all, hips flush with the elder’s and eager hands pulling for more that had Jonghyun wondering why they ever bothered to resist each other in the first place. Had Jonghyun known that it would have been so easy, that he would have been so easy for him, the blond would have done this a long time ago. The way Key was giving himself to him, turning to putty in his hands was so arousing that Jonghyun could only take and claim more, always more.
When Jonghyun groaned a bit too loudly because Key had begun sucking on his tongue, the younger boy stopped pulling him to instead push at his chest.
“Not here,” he grunted more than he spoke, breathless. Their eyes were dark, glistening with a newfound craving that they were both dying to sate.
Without another word, Jonghyun grabbed his thin wrist again and led him around corners, down stairs and to the end of a hallway Key would have recognized had he not been so preoccupied with imagining all the things he would do to the boy in front of him.
The blond pushed him into what looked like a bathroom and before he knew it, his back was against the door and his lips were being ravaged by Jonghyun’s again. Soon, leather jackets were tossed to the grimy floor, wet shirts following and although that did make it better, it didn’t help the fact that their already tight pants were getting all the more tighter with every press and grinding of hips. Their chests were slick with both their sweat and Jonghyun loved the feeling of sliding his palms down to the other’s stomach, he loved the way Kibum shivered under his touch and the way the boy’s nail dug into his skin, as though holding on for dear life yet hopelessly asking for more. They were swallowing each other’s moans, lip-locked for the most part because they couldn’t be too loud even though Jonghyun had never needed his voice like he did now.
With blind and unsteady fingers, they untied each other’s belts and pushed down pants and boxers, too rushed and needy to even care about untying their laced boots to kick off their clothes entirely. Jonghyun had to steady himself by leaning his forearms against the door on either side of Key’s head, attempting to catch a breath but it was pointless because Key’s arms snaked around his waist and pulled him forward again, tongue pushing into his open mouth.
When Jonghyun suddenly grabbed Key’s erection, the blond had to clasp a hand over Key’s mouth to muffle his shameless moans. Key didn’t hesitate to reach downwards himself and Jonghyun had to bite down on the other’s smooth shoulder to keep himself quiet because damn Key was so, so good. It wasn’t long before he felt Key’s body shudder against him, and then it wasn’t much longer before he gave in himself, teeth almost breaking the other’s fair skin as his eyes clamped shut and his toes curled. They lay panting against each other, unmoving except for the heavy rise and fall of their slick chests.
Their impromptu get-together had been fast - fast and lust-ridden and rough but after a month of being teased and mind-fucked by Kibum, Jonghyun couldn’t and wouldn’t have had it any other way.
They walked out of the bathroom, clothes crooked and soiled, hair a mess and makeup dripping, rushing to their dressing rooms to fix themselves before anyone could get a good look at them and figure out what had so obviously happened. Unfortunately, someone called out to the lead right when he was about to enter the safety of his lounge.
“Jjong!” and said boy actually cringed at the high-pitched voice. “We’re hitting the clubs, care to join?”
The blond ran a hand through his messy hair and took a deep breath before facing Jessica, who as expected seemed visibly puzzled by his dishevelled appearance.
“No, sorry. You know I don’t drink.”
“Right,” she said, eyes raking up and down and for some reason it really annoyed Jonghyun. “Anyway, you know where to find us if you change your mind.”
She left, but not without throwing him another glance over her shoulder and Jonghyun sighed as he opened the door to his dressing room, relieved to see that Jino had already left. At least he wouldn’t be a problem.
Half an hour later, Jonghyun was make-up free, clean and changed. He had just finished throwing his stuff into his backpack when he heard a knock on the door.
It was Key.
“I’m leaving,” the younger boy announced and the shyness in his tone was adorable - quite a contrast to how he had looked some thirty minutes ago.
Before he could say or do anything else, Jonghyun walked up to him to place a peck on his perfect lips, just to feel them against his again. Kibum smiled.
“See you tomorrow.”
Jonghyun could only grin and nod like a kid. When he entered his apartment past midnight, he thought of calling up Key but the more he thought about what he should say, the less he felt like calling. They had just had the hottest make out and hand job session Jonghyun had ever had - in a bathroom. What did someone say after that? Were they “together”? Should he ask Key out? Was it just a fling?
The more he thought, the less he knew what to think - or what to expect. Key had always been unpredictable, and while Jonghyun had liked that about him, now it made him anxious. It made him anxious because it was near impossible to get into Key’s head, to imagine or even get a clue as to what the boy was thinking. It made him anxious because he had no way of knowing if he was just a fling to Key. Jonghyun didn’t want it to be just a fling.
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A/N: The lonely deserted bathroom makes an appearance, lol. This is actually my first ever “descriptive” make out. I'm not too sure about the rating :/
And yes, Onew really did have black nails: proof --> click click.
And I love this fancam: link where Key is like, über sexy (in a leather jacket ;).
On a random note, I finished my final exams :) so I celebrated by going to buy a SHINee CD, just for the heck of owning one. The only problem is I had to go a really out-of-the-way shop because, well, that's the only place you'll find such things around here. Still, I'm a very very happy fangirl :)
Rating: Soft NC-17
Genre: Rock musical!AU, Romance & Drama
Beta-ed by: desiderada
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: When Onew leaves the Korean production of RoA, Jonghyun is promoted to lead singer in his place and a new actor is also hired. Sparks fly, drama ensues - Rock & Roll.
Rock and roll, hey
Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now
Give me something to sing about.
- Paramore, Crushcrushcrush
Prologue || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || Epilogue
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Rock My World - Chapter 3
The next three weeks seem to pass by in a blur, the only lucid memories Jonghyun could retain being of Key. When he wasn’t drooling onto the studio’s or the stage’s wooden flooring, he was staring off into space or trying to strike up an intelligent conversation with the boy. Needless to say he only rarely managed to say something decent and clever, to the black-haired boy’s great amusement, and more often than not it ended with them bickering at each other playfully or outright teasing each other.
Jonghyun remembered a particular day when they were both on stage and Key was reciting his lines while moving through the choreography and the blond boy could have sworn he saw him pulling his sweat pants down a little so that they rode sinfully low on his thin hips and revealed smooth tan skin whenever he reached upwards with his arms. Jonghyun had missed his cue (again) and had gone home that night only to grunt and complain to his dog who looked at him like he was going insane, because truly he was.
Key was sexy. He was gorgeous and perfect and Jonghyun wanted him so badly, needed his touch and presence so much more with every passing day that he wasn’t sure for how long he could go on resisting him. His hormones were screaming at him to jump the boy whenever they crossed each other in deserted hallways and really, Jonghyun was beginning to wonder if he was a masochist for deliberately going out of his way to spend more time with the alluring boy without allowing himself to lay a hand on him.
The day before their first showcase with the new cast and crew, they held a proper dress rehearsal, complete with costumes, makeup and special effects. All the producers and administrators were seated in the audience and Jonghyun couldn’t help but feel a bit jittery. It was his show now, his turn to shine.
One of the stylists was in Jonghyun and Jino’s dressing room, going over the boys’ makeup routine with them just to make sure they had it right since the cast was responsible for applying the cosmetics on their own. Once he was done, Jonghyun looked at himself in the mirror, taking in his appearance with an uncharacteristically serious expression. The wardrobe department had adjusted Onew’s old jacket and pants so that they would fit the slightly smaller man and Jonghyun couldn’t deny that they fit him like a glove. His half blond hair gave him a certain edge that hadn’t been the same with Onew, and he had used more kohl to outline his eyes, making them appear all that much bigger which would highlight his facial expressions while performing on stage. He personally hated lip gloss and was glad when the stylist noona hadn’t forced him to wear some. He studied his reflection for a while, inspecting everything from the studded leather jacket to his worn out skinny jeans, black army boots (with slight heels), multitude of bracelets adorning his wrists (it had taken him near ten minutes to get them all on) and styled hair before nodding to himself readily. Showtime.
His nerves were bubbling in his stomach as he paced around back stage, waiting for the narrator’s prompt to enter the spotlight, for the first chords of the electric guitar that started the his song and he managed to calm himself down a little by continuously reminding himself that it was only a dress rehearsal and that if anything was going to go wrong, this was probably the best time for it to happen.
When the narrator spoke his character’s name, Jonghyun confidently set foot on the stage under the hot blinding lights and promptly forgot about everything that had been plaguing his restless mind to sing his opening notes perfectly, like only Kim Jonghyun knew how.
The rehearsal went by smoothly, except for defective smoke machine that refused to work at the right moment and the slight mix up in the tracks that had been changed from the original. Jonghyun had also had a mishap of his own when he had recited the character’s old lines instead of the modified ones because he had been distracted by a certain boy’s literally sparkling eyes as well as his skin-tight glossy black vinyl pants. He had caught and corrected himself soon enough, but not before noticing the other boy’s astute smirk.
The cast and crew were congratulating each other on the - all things considered - successful rehearsal while Jonghyun was left scanning the crowd of people for a familiar raven-haired actor. He was genuinely surprised to find a red-streaked black-haired boy with an asymmetrical haircut instead of the do he had grown rather fond of and wondered why he hadn’t noticed the change in hairstyles while they were performing. (But then, Jonghyun remembered that he had been all too busy staring at the other’s round and perfect ass in those sinful pants and at the glitter around his fierce eyes to ever hope to notice anything else.)
Before Jonghyun could free himself from the congratulating hugs and friendly embraces, the boy had already left for his own dressing room and Jonghyun grudgingly trudged back to his own, smiling weakly to Jino who was already in the room.
“You did great, hyung,” his fellow cast member complimented.
“Thanks, you too.”
Jonghyun didn’t mean to be brusque, but he really couldn’t be bothered with small celebration talk at the moment because the only thought on his mind was finding Key. He hurried out of his costume, cursing under his breath when his innumerable bracelets refused to cooperate and when the charcoal-coloured makeup around his eyes required seven tissues to be wiped off. He was just about to leave his room when the stylist interrupted his escape, thrusting a small black bottle into his hand.
“What is this?” he asked at once.
“Are you serious?”
“...Yes?”
“It’s nail polish, Jonghyun,” the older woman informed him and Jonghyun vaguely remembered Onew having black nails during performances. “And it’s my little homework assignment for the night, don’t make a mess.”
Jonghyun just nodded, eager to get away but was only disappointed to find Key’s dressing room empty. He asked around for the boy, but quickly learned that he had already left.
“Fucking tease.”
Jonghyun stared at his phone for the longest time that evening, resisting the urge to dial Key’s number and to give into temptation, literally. He forced his stare back to the small bottle of nail polish that sat ominously on his kitchen table. He unscrewed the cap carefully and was positively disgusted by the strong smell the black liquid emitted (Roo was too).
He wasn’t ashamed to admit that when he did pick up his phone, it was to call his sister to ask her how to properly apply nail polish. She laughed at him.
***
Jonghyun couldn’t understand why girls liked to paint their nails with every colour of the rainbow because he was finding it oh so distracting. Every time he would glance towards his hands he would stare at his unnaturally coloured nails and the urge to chip off the black paint was hard to resist. It was also distracting for other reasons: Jonghyun had been pondering for the last five minutes how it would look if he were to drag his nails over Key’s creamy and tanned skin or to trace those curved lips of his with his index. Distracting thoughts, indeed.
When he arrived at the theatre in the early afternoon the next day, the stylist who had given him the polish came up to him only to sigh after having inspected Jonghyun’s rough and messy work.
“Aren’t you supposed to be ambidextrous?” she probed knowingly.
“It was my first time, noona,” the young boy protested with a pout that had the woman giggling at him.
“You’ll get better,” she assured him, raising a hand to ruffle his already messy hair.
Jonghyun then joined the cast and crew in the auditorium as they all waited for their director to give his small speech since they would be holding their first show in a few hours that very evening. The blond boy couldn’t spot Key amongst the crowd, so he flopped down into a seat beside Jessica, the female lead, instead and eavesdropped on the conversations around him.
Apparently, Key had become a hot topic among the members of the production. His voice may not have been as powerful as Jonghyun’s or even Jino’s, but most agreed that his stage presence was undeniable and that the way he spoke and moved his body was compelling; he would captivate audiences for sure. Everyone understood at once why the managers had cast him. Well, everyone except Jino.
The latter didn’t like how Key had taken the liberty of changing not only the character’s wardrobe, but his personality as well. It annoyed and somewhat angered Jino, because the newcomer shouldn’t have had such a big say in his part - he had only just been hired, after all. Besides, he thought all the praise the new boy was receiving was grossly misplaced: if anything, Key’s interpretation had made the show slightly cruder, more vulgar in Jino’s opinion. Sure, it was a rock musical, but that didn’t mean it had to be tasteless.
Key wasn’t naive: he had noticed Jino’s lack of friendliness during the past week and decided to trust his instincts, which were telling him to steer clear of the singer. So he did just that.
The artists dutifully listened to their director’s enthusiastic and encouraging discourse, anxious yet excited about the night to come. They were told that a few critics had been invited to review the “new and improved” show. Jonghyun tensed in his seat: after a month of prepping, this was it.
He was no less tense as he paced around in his dressing room, iPod on and blasting the distorted guitar sounds he would have to sing along to in a few hours. The cast and crew had left to grab something to eat, but Jonghyun should have known better than to think that they were all gone.
He felt hands drop onto his shoulder and jumped at the unexpected touch, his eyes catching none other than Key’s in the mirror in front of him. The taller boy tugged at the blond’s earbuds until they fell out of his abused ears.
“Sit. Down,” the boy then spoke, closer to the other’s ear than necessary, his breath tickling Jonghyun’s neck. “You’re making me nervous.”
He pushed down on the elder’s shoulders, making him settle into his makeup chair. He flashed him a smirk through the mirror, taking his time to drag a finger along the blond’s back, before leaving the room. Just like that.
Jonghyun stared at the door for the longest time.
As showtime approached, the backstage area got busier and busier. Jonghyun was dragged left and right for last minute instructions and as he rushed back and forth along corridors, he sneaked a peak to Key’s shared dressing room when, really, he shouldn’t have. He was greeted with the sight of a shirtless Key, back to him as someone taped the wire that ran from his ear to his backpocket to his flawless, gorgeous skin.
Jonghyun quickly tore his gaze away, desperately trying to rid his mind of the vivid images that were playing in his head, all of which involving his mouth, a bed and Key’s naked back.
Thankfully, once the show started, Jonghyun was all too focused to remember how tanned Key’s skin was, how his dimples showed when he smiled or how tight his pants were. Once on the stage, the lead singer forgot about everything else and simply gave it his all.
But during the intermission, he saw something that threatened to have him give up, to walk away from his duties in favour of shoving a certain boy into a wall and wiping that smug smirk off his lips with his tongue.
He had just lifted his sweat-soaked shirt above his head to put on a new one when he spotted said boy looking at him from across the hall, biting his lip. Biting his glossed, red, puffy, curvy, perfect and surely delicious bottom lip.
Jonghyun almost groaned.
The second half of the show went well, but this time thoughts of Key lingered in the back of Jonghyun’s mind. When he sang “I Wanna Rock” he wanted to add “You” and send a very pointed look to his costar but even without the additional word, Key seemed to get the message. During their scenes together, the lithe and nimble dancer would move his body with that extra “unf” factor, putting on a show and Jonghyun wanted to believe it was meant for him. He could only stare in awe, trying to suppress the overwhelming want that was coursing through his body, trying to suppress the urge to reach out and touch the beautiful boy, to finally feel his beauty instead of simply admiring it like he’d been doing for what felt like an eternity already. But he had lines to deliver, notes to sing so Jonghyun used every ounce of willpower in his body to carry on with his performance, but when the curtains closed to hide the standing audience, the lead singer wasted no time in straightening himself from his bow with only one thing in mind: Kibum.
He vaguely registered the friendly pats on the back, the hands ruffling his hair and the distant words of praise that were uttered to him as he searched for the only person he wanted to see in that moment. His heart was beating fast and hard in his chest, ears still ringing from the loud music and his throat felt raw and dry but when his dark eyes found his, his mind went blank with need and lust.
Jonghyun pushed through the crowd of artists while Key simply watched him with that smirk he hated and loved so much. He grabbed the taller boy’s wrist firmly and pulled him into a dark corner without a single thought. And it felt good.
He pressed up against Key so that the younger boy’s chest heaved against his own and claimed the boy’s lips almost aggressively, biting and licking at anything he could reach. Key tasted like lip gloss, sweat and something else that Jonghyun couldn’t figure out but decided he liked very much as he kept lapping his tongue against the other boy’s. His fingers slid into Key’s hair, securing his head and tilting it to the side so that he could get more of that bittersweet taste. He suddenly felt the boy’s skinny hipbones dig into his belt but his hands were too busy fisting in his dark hair to reach down and do something about it. Key was giving in, putting up no resistance whatsoever as he returned Jonghyun’s eager kiss with tongue, teeth and all, hips flush with the elder’s and eager hands pulling for more that had Jonghyun wondering why they ever bothered to resist each other in the first place. Had Jonghyun known that it would have been so easy, that he would have been so easy for him, the blond would have done this a long time ago. The way Key was giving himself to him, turning to putty in his hands was so arousing that Jonghyun could only take and claim more, always more.
When Jonghyun groaned a bit too loudly because Key had begun sucking on his tongue, the younger boy stopped pulling him to instead push at his chest.
“Not here,” he grunted more than he spoke, breathless. Their eyes were dark, glistening with a newfound craving that they were both dying to sate.
Without another word, Jonghyun grabbed his thin wrist again and led him around corners, down stairs and to the end of a hallway Key would have recognized had he not been so preoccupied with imagining all the things he would do to the boy in front of him.
The blond pushed him into what looked like a bathroom and before he knew it, his back was against the door and his lips were being ravaged by Jonghyun’s again. Soon, leather jackets were tossed to the grimy floor, wet shirts following and although that did make it better, it didn’t help the fact that their already tight pants were getting all the more tighter with every press and grinding of hips. Their chests were slick with both their sweat and Jonghyun loved the feeling of sliding his palms down to the other’s stomach, he loved the way Kibum shivered under his touch and the way the boy’s nail dug into his skin, as though holding on for dear life yet hopelessly asking for more. They were swallowing each other’s moans, lip-locked for the most part because they couldn’t be too loud even though Jonghyun had never needed his voice like he did now.
With blind and unsteady fingers, they untied each other’s belts and pushed down pants and boxers, too rushed and needy to even care about untying their laced boots to kick off their clothes entirely. Jonghyun had to steady himself by leaning his forearms against the door on either side of Key’s head, attempting to catch a breath but it was pointless because Key’s arms snaked around his waist and pulled him forward again, tongue pushing into his open mouth.
When Jonghyun suddenly grabbed Key’s erection, the blond had to clasp a hand over Key’s mouth to muffle his shameless moans. Key didn’t hesitate to reach downwards himself and Jonghyun had to bite down on the other’s smooth shoulder to keep himself quiet because damn Key was so, so good. It wasn’t long before he felt Key’s body shudder against him, and then it wasn’t much longer before he gave in himself, teeth almost breaking the other’s fair skin as his eyes clamped shut and his toes curled. They lay panting against each other, unmoving except for the heavy rise and fall of their slick chests.
Their impromptu get-together had been fast - fast and lust-ridden and rough but after a month of being teased and mind-fucked by Kibum, Jonghyun couldn’t and wouldn’t have had it any other way.
They walked out of the bathroom, clothes crooked and soiled, hair a mess and makeup dripping, rushing to their dressing rooms to fix themselves before anyone could get a good look at them and figure out what had so obviously happened. Unfortunately, someone called out to the lead right when he was about to enter the safety of his lounge.
“Jjong!” and said boy actually cringed at the high-pitched voice. “We’re hitting the clubs, care to join?”
The blond ran a hand through his messy hair and took a deep breath before facing Jessica, who as expected seemed visibly puzzled by his dishevelled appearance.
“No, sorry. You know I don’t drink.”
“Right,” she said, eyes raking up and down and for some reason it really annoyed Jonghyun. “Anyway, you know where to find us if you change your mind.”
She left, but not without throwing him another glance over her shoulder and Jonghyun sighed as he opened the door to his dressing room, relieved to see that Jino had already left. At least he wouldn’t be a problem.
Half an hour later, Jonghyun was make-up free, clean and changed. He had just finished throwing his stuff into his backpack when he heard a knock on the door.
It was Key.
“I’m leaving,” the younger boy announced and the shyness in his tone was adorable - quite a contrast to how he had looked some thirty minutes ago.
Before he could say or do anything else, Jonghyun walked up to him to place a peck on his perfect lips, just to feel them against his again. Kibum smiled.
“See you tomorrow.”
Jonghyun could only grin and nod like a kid. When he entered his apartment past midnight, he thought of calling up Key but the more he thought about what he should say, the less he felt like calling. They had just had the hottest make out and hand job session Jonghyun had ever had - in a bathroom. What did someone say after that? Were they “together”? Should he ask Key out? Was it just a fling?
The more he thought, the less he knew what to think - or what to expect. Key had always been unpredictable, and while Jonghyun had liked that about him, now it made him anxious. It made him anxious because it was near impossible to get into Key’s head, to imagine or even get a clue as to what the boy was thinking. It made him anxious because he had no way of knowing if he was just a fling to Key. Jonghyun didn’t want it to be just a fling.
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A/N: The lonely deserted bathroom makes an appearance, lol. This is actually my first ever “descriptive” make out. I'm not too sure about the rating :/
And yes, Onew really did have black nails: proof --> click click.
And I love this fancam: link where Key is like, über sexy (in a leather jacket ;).
On a random note, I finished my final exams :) so I celebrated by going to buy a SHINee CD, just for the heck of owning one. The only problem is I had to go a really out-of-the-way shop because, well, that's the only place you'll find such things around here. Still, I'm a very very happy fangirl :)