The Devil Wears a Halo (Jonghyun/Taemin)
OMG! So I started writing a 'drive-by fic' for darkmark_lupin, but it turned into this. This is the first non-suju fic I have written. It's also sort've unfinished in a way, but you all know I like being a tease. I'll admit I don't know as much about SHINee as I do Super Junior, so the characterizations might not be quite accurate, but I think this is still relatively yummy... and I have a hard time believing Taemin's as innocent as they like to make him out to be. I hope y'all enjoy!
Title: The Devil Wears a Halo
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin + Key
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun just wants to take a shower to relieve some 'stress' but Taemin interrupts.
Taemin was an expert at feigning innocence. He'd learned rather quickly how to take advantage of his position in the group as maknae, both on stage and off. He'd learned how to make himself seem so utterly weak and incapable that people took pitty on him and showered him with affection and kindness, treating him like the angel he seemed to be. They were all so blissfully unaware of the devil's horns hidden beneath that gleaming halo of his. All of them except for Jonghyun.
Jonghyun was older, he was suppose to be wiser. He certainly didn't want to take the blame for corrupting Taemin, though if the truth was known, Taemin was the one doing most of the corrupting.
They were all hormonal boys, and hormonal boys had needs. Being in a boyband meant private time was a luxury, so they all tried to make the most of their shower time since that was really the only time they had a breif moment to themselves. Jonghyun had made a mad dash to be the first one into the bathroom when they had returned to their dorm, rank and leadership be damned. His pants were tight, far too tight, and after filming a variety show with several beautiful young ladies clad in clothes that were so tight they must have been painted on, Jonghyun's pants had gotten so tight he swore the circulation below his waist was being cut off. He'd had to grin and bear it all throughout the filming, but now that he was home he was more than looking foward to taking care of his problem.
He'd rushed right into the bathroom and swung the door shut behind him, and in his rush to get out of his pants he didn't realize he hadn't flipped the lock on the door shut all the way. He stripped himself in a hurry, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor as he moved to the shower. After turning the water on and waiting just a moment for it to come to the right temperature he hopped in, sighing with relief as the water hit his skin. He forced himself to wash up first, no matter how badly his freed cock was aching and throbbing in the gentle spray of the water. He washed his hair and made sure it was conditioned, and then grabbed the soap to lather his body. It was rather difficult to keep his hand from straying to his arousal, but he knew if he didn't wash up now he probably wouldn't have the energy to later.
Once he had his body lathered and cleaned he let his hand drop down, soapy fingers curling around his rigid length. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting down onto it in an attempt to keep himself from making any noise that might carry over the sound of rushing water echoing off of tile walls. He'd been so hard for so long, skin so terribly sensitive that finally being able to touch himself sent such a strong surge of pleasure through him that he was sure he wouldn't be able to last long at all.
He leaned back against the shower wall as he stroked himself hard and fast, head resting back against the cool tile. He was rapidly approaching orgasm, he could feel the tightening in his abdomen, he could feel his heart beating faster with every rush of pleasure... and then he heard the bathroom door open. He swore he felt his heart stop then, and even his hand stilled though he couldn't quite bring himself to let go of his cock that was throbbing heavily. He grew as still as a statue, holding his breath as he waited, hearing someone moving about on the other side of the foggy shower door.
"Sorry hyung... I really have to go."
Even over the sound of rushing water Jonghyun was able to recognize the maknae's voice, and that made him feel even more guilty for what he'd been doing. That still wasn't enough to get him to let go of himself, but he did turn away from the foggy glass of the shower door. He doubted Taemin could see in, Jonghyun could only see out enough to see the vague form of Taemin's body without an detail at all. Still, the maknae didn't need to see what Jonghyun was doing, he didn't need to be corrupted.
"It's okay... just.. don't flush..." Though a rush of icy cold water would probably get rid of Jonghyun's problem rather quickly, being so close to orgasm and then being denied like that would have driven him crazy. It was driving him crazy enough as it was, which was why with his back to Taemin (who had his back to him as he stood infront of the toilet) his hand began to move again, much more slowly over his length. Jonghyun didn't want to go that slow, but he couldn't stand to wait any longer and with Taemin in there he didn't exactly want it to be obvious what he was doing.
Taemin finished releiving himself and zipped his pants up before he turned to head back for the door. He stopped though when the slow, steady back and forth movement of Jonghyun's right arm caught his eye. He stood there for a moment, hand hovering just above the door knob, simply watching how his hyung's arm was moving, the way his body was beginning to rock oh so slightly.
"Hyung... what are you doing?"
Jonghyun froze once more, and had to bite his lip again to keep a whimper from slipping out. He closed his eyes, letting his head tilt forward to rest against the shower wall.
"N..nothing... just washing."
Taemin wasn't a fool, he knew exactly what his hyung had been doing, but that didn't stop him from pretending to remain innocent. He turned, stepping back away from the door, moving over to the shower.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" He pressed a hand to the glass then, pushing with his palm to slide the door open, letting a burst of cold air wash over Jonghyun's warm, wet skin, making the older man shiver.
"I... ahh... I'm fine Taemin, really."
"Let me wash your back then, hyung." Taemin wasn't about to wait for an answer, either. Jonghyun saw his arm stretch into the shower mere inches away from his body, grabbing onto the soap sitting on the ledge. The next thing he felt was Taemin's soft, soapy hands on his back, not a wash cloth. The feel of skin on skin, even though it was coming from the maknae, was more than enough to stir a soft moan from Jonghyun's lips before he even had a chance to stop it. His face reddened the moment he realized what he'd done, but when he didn't feel a change in the movement of those hands over his back, when he didn't hear anything from Taemin, he assumed the younger boy hadn't heard it.
Jonghyun assumed incorrectly. Taemin had indeed heard it, loud and clear, and that made him all the more determined to follow through with the next step in his mind. He leaned further into the shower, far enough in the spray of water was beginning to soak into the sleeve of his tshirt. He let his hand smooth over Jonghyun's right hip, and before Jonghyun had a chance to realize what was happening Taemin's thin fingers were curling around his rigid length, slowly beginning to stroke. Taemin was rather impressed with Jonghyun's size, what he could feel of it anyways, and it was more than enough to make him want even more from his hyung.
"T..Taemin! What are you doing!? You can't-" He let go of the grip he had on his length in order to grab onto Taemin's wrist, but Taemin' gave Jonghyun's length a squeeze in a mock-threat, causing yet another moan to slip from Jonghyun's lips as Taemin felt him throb within his grasp.
"Don't try to tell me it doesn't feel good, hyung... I can feel how hard you are..." Slowly that hand begin to move again, so slowly it was almost agonizing. Though Jonghyun's mind was scolding him to put a stop to this, that anything even remotely sexual with the maknae was wrong, Jonghyun's body was in control, and it quite obviously disagreed with his mind.
"I just... we shouldn't..."
"No one's going to know... not if you be quiet. Think you can do that for me, hyung?" He let go of Jonghyun's length then, instead taking hold of the shower head, plucking it off of it's base. He moved the shower head to Jonghyun's shoulders then, rinsing away any remaining soap suds. He rinsed his back off as well before he reached further into the shower and back around Jonghyun, moving the shower head until the spray of water was beating right over his arousal. The moan that slipped out of Jonghyun was even louder this time, the sudden surge of pleasure sent though him causing his whole body to shudder.
"Fuck... Taemin..." He meant to tell him to stop, really he did, but it just didn't come out like that. He could feel the pleasure beginning to build again, but Taemin moved the hose away, hooking the shower head back into it's base before shutting the water off.
"Come on, I'll dry you off." Taemin's hands moved to his hips, and guided Jonghyun backwards out of the shower. A towel was brought to his shoulders then, gently rubbing over the skin to wipe it dry. Taemin wiped his back dry as well, even his butt and the backs of his thighs before giving him a bit of a nudge. "Turn around."
Jonghyun followed orders without thinking, but was quite surprised to see Taemin kneeling at his feet, right at eyelevel with his cock which was still standing proudly at attention. The towel was left forgotten then as Taemin's hand came up once more, fingers curling right back around the length he'd been teasing moments before. It'd felt good before, yes, but seeing Taemin knelt in the floor like that, staring up at him, send a surge of pleasure through Jonghyun so strong a large drop of precum bubbled out from the tip of his cock. Not being one to waste an opportunity, Taemin let his thumb smooth right over the leaking slit to gather the precum up before smearing it slowly over the head of Jonghyun's cock.
"You're so big, hyung... it looks so tasty." Jonghyun was vaguely aware that he shouldn't be finding such naughty words coming from the maknae so attractive, but it was more than enough to make him throb all over again.
"Oh god... Taemin..." His head dropped back a moment, gaze shifting up to the ceiling before he closed his eyes. He opened them once more when he felt a wet heat surrounding his length, looking down to see Taemin's mouth rapidly descending down over his length. His hand came forward to rest upon Taemin's head, and though he'd originally had the intention of pushing him away, when he felt Taemin's tongue pressing upwards against that thick vein on the underside of his cock his fingers wound up curling into Taemin's hair, pulling him even closer. Taemin purred most contentedly then, and the feel of vibrations going through his length caused Jonghyun to moan out again, several obscenities leaving his lips.
Taemin's mouth moved slow and steady at first, tongue swirling over Jonghyun's length and coating it with saliva. He began to move faster then, soft slurping and sucking sounds echoing on the tiled walls of the bathroom. Jonghyun was far too lost in the moment then to even realize the hand on the back of Taemin's head was coaxing the younger boy into an even faster rhythm, and soon enough he could feel the head of his cock bumping the back of Taemin's throat. The feeling was enough it was making Jonghyun's toes curl, and once again he could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching.
"Taemin... I... fuck... I'm gonna..." Taemin took him in as deep as he possibly could then, cheeks hollowing slightly.
It was at that very moment in time that the door opened once more. Key had just started to take a step in when he caught sight of the two of them, jaw nearly dropping to the floor. Jonghyun swore his heart stopped yet again, especially when Taemin sat back on his heels, letting his hyung's length fall from his glistening lips with a soft pop. He looked to Key with that same innocent look he always wore, and that was more than enough to cause Key to shift his gaze from Taemin to focus it intently on Jonghyun.
"Jonghyun!"
"He started it!" His eyes widened, lifting a hand to point at Taemin who was remaining on his knees.
"You expect me to believe that nonsense! You expect me to believe the maknae seduced you?! I don't like being lied to, Jonghyun!" He reached into the room to grab Jonghyun's wrist, dragging him towards the door. Jonghyun barely had enough time to grab a towel from the rack to hold infront of himself as Key hauled him bare-assed into the hall, dragging him right past where Onew and Minho were sitting in the living room, though thankfully the boys were too engrossed in a movie to notice.
Jonghyun stumbled as he was shoved into Key's room, and after Key shut the bedroom door he gave Jonghyun another shove, causing him to fall onto the bed. Jonghyun scrambled forward a bit, eyes wide when he heard the clink of metal. He turned around just in time to see Key unfasten his belt and slide it loose from his pants, doubling it over.
"Key! What are you doing!? C'mon man!"
"I don't like it when people lie to me, Jonghyun. You should know that by now." He swung out, smacking Jonghyun's ass with the folded end of the belt. On the other side of the door, Taemin was leaning against the wood with his ear against it, an impish grin playing upon his lips, tongue running over them slowly to gather what remained of Jonghyun's taste.
Title: The Devil Wears a Halo
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin + Key
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun just wants to take a shower to relieve some 'stress' but Taemin interrupts.
Taemin was an expert at feigning innocence. He'd learned rather quickly how to take advantage of his position in the group as maknae, both on stage and off. He'd learned how to make himself seem so utterly weak and incapable that people took pitty on him and showered him with affection and kindness, treating him like the angel he seemed to be. They were all so blissfully unaware of the devil's horns hidden beneath that gleaming halo of his. All of them except for Jonghyun.
Jonghyun was older, he was suppose to be wiser. He certainly didn't want to take the blame for corrupting Taemin, though if the truth was known, Taemin was the one doing most of the corrupting.
They were all hormonal boys, and hormonal boys had needs. Being in a boyband meant private time was a luxury, so they all tried to make the most of their shower time since that was really the only time they had a breif moment to themselves. Jonghyun had made a mad dash to be the first one into the bathroom when they had returned to their dorm, rank and leadership be damned. His pants were tight, far too tight, and after filming a variety show with several beautiful young ladies clad in clothes that were so tight they must have been painted on, Jonghyun's pants had gotten so tight he swore the circulation below his waist was being cut off. He'd had to grin and bear it all throughout the filming, but now that he was home he was more than looking foward to taking care of his problem.
He'd rushed right into the bathroom and swung the door shut behind him, and in his rush to get out of his pants he didn't realize he hadn't flipped the lock on the door shut all the way. He stripped himself in a hurry, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor as he moved to the shower. After turning the water on and waiting just a moment for it to come to the right temperature he hopped in, sighing with relief as the water hit his skin. He forced himself to wash up first, no matter how badly his freed cock was aching and throbbing in the gentle spray of the water. He washed his hair and made sure it was conditioned, and then grabbed the soap to lather his body. It was rather difficult to keep his hand from straying to his arousal, but he knew if he didn't wash up now he probably wouldn't have the energy to later.
Once he had his body lathered and cleaned he let his hand drop down, soapy fingers curling around his rigid length. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting down onto it in an attempt to keep himself from making any noise that might carry over the sound of rushing water echoing off of tile walls. He'd been so hard for so long, skin so terribly sensitive that finally being able to touch himself sent such a strong surge of pleasure through him that he was sure he wouldn't be able to last long at all.
He leaned back against the shower wall as he stroked himself hard and fast, head resting back against the cool tile. He was rapidly approaching orgasm, he could feel the tightening in his abdomen, he could feel his heart beating faster with every rush of pleasure... and then he heard the bathroom door open. He swore he felt his heart stop then, and even his hand stilled though he couldn't quite bring himself to let go of his cock that was throbbing heavily. He grew as still as a statue, holding his breath as he waited, hearing someone moving about on the other side of the foggy shower door.
"Sorry hyung... I really have to go."
Even over the sound of rushing water Jonghyun was able to recognize the maknae's voice, and that made him feel even more guilty for what he'd been doing. That still wasn't enough to get him to let go of himself, but he did turn away from the foggy glass of the shower door. He doubted Taemin could see in, Jonghyun could only see out enough to see the vague form of Taemin's body without an detail at all. Still, the maknae didn't need to see what Jonghyun was doing, he didn't need to be corrupted.
"It's okay... just.. don't flush..." Though a rush of icy cold water would probably get rid of Jonghyun's problem rather quickly, being so close to orgasm and then being denied like that would have driven him crazy. It was driving him crazy enough as it was, which was why with his back to Taemin (who had his back to him as he stood infront of the toilet) his hand began to move again, much more slowly over his length. Jonghyun didn't want to go that slow, but he couldn't stand to wait any longer and with Taemin in there he didn't exactly want it to be obvious what he was doing.
Taemin finished releiving himself and zipped his pants up before he turned to head back for the door. He stopped though when the slow, steady back and forth movement of Jonghyun's right arm caught his eye. He stood there for a moment, hand hovering just above the door knob, simply watching how his hyung's arm was moving, the way his body was beginning to rock oh so slightly.
"Hyung... what are you doing?"
Jonghyun froze once more, and had to bite his lip again to keep a whimper from slipping out. He closed his eyes, letting his head tilt forward to rest against the shower wall.
"N..nothing... just washing."
Taemin wasn't a fool, he knew exactly what his hyung had been doing, but that didn't stop him from pretending to remain innocent. He turned, stepping back away from the door, moving over to the shower.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" He pressed a hand to the glass then, pushing with his palm to slide the door open, letting a burst of cold air wash over Jonghyun's warm, wet skin, making the older man shiver.
"I... ahh... I'm fine Taemin, really."
"Let me wash your back then, hyung." Taemin wasn't about to wait for an answer, either. Jonghyun saw his arm stretch into the shower mere inches away from his body, grabbing onto the soap sitting on the ledge. The next thing he felt was Taemin's soft, soapy hands on his back, not a wash cloth. The feel of skin on skin, even though it was coming from the maknae, was more than enough to stir a soft moan from Jonghyun's lips before he even had a chance to stop it. His face reddened the moment he realized what he'd done, but when he didn't feel a change in the movement of those hands over his back, when he didn't hear anything from Taemin, he assumed the younger boy hadn't heard it.
Jonghyun assumed incorrectly. Taemin had indeed heard it, loud and clear, and that made him all the more determined to follow through with the next step in his mind. He leaned further into the shower, far enough in the spray of water was beginning to soak into the sleeve of his tshirt. He let his hand smooth over Jonghyun's right hip, and before Jonghyun had a chance to realize what was happening Taemin's thin fingers were curling around his rigid length, slowly beginning to stroke. Taemin was rather impressed with Jonghyun's size, what he could feel of it anyways, and it was more than enough to make him want even more from his hyung.
"T..Taemin! What are you doing!? You can't-" He let go of the grip he had on his length in order to grab onto Taemin's wrist, but Taemin' gave Jonghyun's length a squeeze in a mock-threat, causing yet another moan to slip from Jonghyun's lips as Taemin felt him throb within his grasp.
"Don't try to tell me it doesn't feel good, hyung... I can feel how hard you are..." Slowly that hand begin to move again, so slowly it was almost agonizing. Though Jonghyun's mind was scolding him to put a stop to this, that anything even remotely sexual with the maknae was wrong, Jonghyun's body was in control, and it quite obviously disagreed with his mind.
"I just... we shouldn't..."
"No one's going to know... not if you be quiet. Think you can do that for me, hyung?" He let go of Jonghyun's length then, instead taking hold of the shower head, plucking it off of it's base. He moved the shower head to Jonghyun's shoulders then, rinsing away any remaining soap suds. He rinsed his back off as well before he reached further into the shower and back around Jonghyun, moving the shower head until the spray of water was beating right over his arousal. The moan that slipped out of Jonghyun was even louder this time, the sudden surge of pleasure sent though him causing his whole body to shudder.
"Fuck... Taemin..." He meant to tell him to stop, really he did, but it just didn't come out like that. He could feel the pleasure beginning to build again, but Taemin moved the hose away, hooking the shower head back into it's base before shutting the water off.
"Come on, I'll dry you off." Taemin's hands moved to his hips, and guided Jonghyun backwards out of the shower. A towel was brought to his shoulders then, gently rubbing over the skin to wipe it dry. Taemin wiped his back dry as well, even his butt and the backs of his thighs before giving him a bit of a nudge. "Turn around."
Jonghyun followed orders without thinking, but was quite surprised to see Taemin kneeling at his feet, right at eyelevel with his cock which was still standing proudly at attention. The towel was left forgotten then as Taemin's hand came up once more, fingers curling right back around the length he'd been teasing moments before. It'd felt good before, yes, but seeing Taemin knelt in the floor like that, staring up at him, send a surge of pleasure through Jonghyun so strong a large drop of precum bubbled out from the tip of his cock. Not being one to waste an opportunity, Taemin let his thumb smooth right over the leaking slit to gather the precum up before smearing it slowly over the head of Jonghyun's cock.
"You're so big, hyung... it looks so tasty." Jonghyun was vaguely aware that he shouldn't be finding such naughty words coming from the maknae so attractive, but it was more than enough to make him throb all over again.
"Oh god... Taemin..." His head dropped back a moment, gaze shifting up to the ceiling before he closed his eyes. He opened them once more when he felt a wet heat surrounding his length, looking down to see Taemin's mouth rapidly descending down over his length. His hand came forward to rest upon Taemin's head, and though he'd originally had the intention of pushing him away, when he felt Taemin's tongue pressing upwards against that thick vein on the underside of his cock his fingers wound up curling into Taemin's hair, pulling him even closer. Taemin purred most contentedly then, and the feel of vibrations going through his length caused Jonghyun to moan out again, several obscenities leaving his lips.
Taemin's mouth moved slow and steady at first, tongue swirling over Jonghyun's length and coating it with saliva. He began to move faster then, soft slurping and sucking sounds echoing on the tiled walls of the bathroom. Jonghyun was far too lost in the moment then to even realize the hand on the back of Taemin's head was coaxing the younger boy into an even faster rhythm, and soon enough he could feel the head of his cock bumping the back of Taemin's throat. The feeling was enough it was making Jonghyun's toes curl, and once again he could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching.
"Taemin... I... fuck... I'm gonna..." Taemin took him in as deep as he possibly could then, cheeks hollowing slightly.
It was at that very moment in time that the door opened once more. Key had just started to take a step in when he caught sight of the two of them, jaw nearly dropping to the floor. Jonghyun swore his heart stopped yet again, especially when Taemin sat back on his heels, letting his hyung's length fall from his glistening lips with a soft pop. He looked to Key with that same innocent look he always wore, and that was more than enough to cause Key to shift his gaze from Taemin to focus it intently on Jonghyun.
"Jonghyun!"
"He started it!" His eyes widened, lifting a hand to point at Taemin who was remaining on his knees.
"You expect me to believe that nonsense! You expect me to believe the maknae seduced you?! I don't like being lied to, Jonghyun!" He reached into the room to grab Jonghyun's wrist, dragging him towards the door. Jonghyun barely had enough time to grab a towel from the rack to hold infront of himself as Key hauled him bare-assed into the hall, dragging him right past where Onew and Minho were sitting in the living room, though thankfully the boys were too engrossed in a movie to notice.
Jonghyun stumbled as he was shoved into Key's room, and after Key shut the bedroom door he gave Jonghyun another shove, causing him to fall onto the bed. Jonghyun scrambled forward a bit, eyes wide when he heard the clink of metal. He turned around just in time to see Key unfasten his belt and slide it loose from his pants, doubling it over.
"Key! What are you doing!? C'mon man!"
"I don't like it when people lie to me, Jonghyun. You should know that by now." He swung out, smacking Jonghyun's ass with the folded end of the belt. On the other side of the door, Taemin was leaning against the wood with his ear against it, an impish grin playing upon his lips, tongue running over them slowly to gather what remained of Jonghyun's taste.