Drabbles, Days Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten.
Day 6. Flame: ot5, Jonghyun/Key; G.
Summertime is a dangerous time. Everything got so dry that it seemed likely to burst into flame on its own, no dumb kid playing with fireworks needed.
This summer it was a dry thunderstorm that did it. The five boys stood upwind a few hundred feet from the fire, clothed in baggy sweat-stained tank tops and shorts and boots.
“How is it possible,” said Minho, “that this fire didn’t get anyone’s pot? What are the chances? It’s already burned, like, thirty acres, right?”
“Summertime miracle, I guess,” said Jonghyun, staring at the flames with wide eyes. He’d go closer but he was pretty sure his eyelashes would get singed off.
“Idiots, it didn’t burn anyone’s house or barn down,” said Key. He wiped a trickle of sweat off his temple.
“Oh.”
A plane passed overhead, swooped low and dropped what must have been thousands of gallons of water. It didn’t seem to make a difference.
“I think my face is peeling off,” said Taemin.
They stayed there for almost an hour. The sun set late, and when it was halfway down it looked like there were two suns. The fire was burning the sky.
“We’re gonna get eaten alive if we stay out here much longer,” said Onew.
“I think I’ve already got a bite,” said Taemin, scratching at his shin.
They walked home side by side, through dry fields which might be on fire too day after tomorrow. All depends on the winds, tv said. Unpredictable.
Jonghyun and Key were the last left. They walked home hand in hand. Jonghyun couldn’t help looking back at orange sky through a black tree silhouette every few minutes.
“You think it’ll head in our direction?” asked Key.
“Not that fire, it won’t,” replied Jonghyun. He squeezed Key’s hand.
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Day 7. Formal: Onew/Jonghyun; NC-17.
Onew hadn’t been planning on doing anything, but when he first met Jonghyun, he couldn’t help himself. They were told by their manager that it would be good if they got to know each other. They were the first out of their new group, SHINee, to meet.
Like any friendly leader would, Onew invited Jonghyun over to his house for dinner. It was supposed to be comfortable and laid-back.
But it wasn’t. Sometime before Jonghyun was due to arrive, Onew started thinking about how this would be the beginning to their relationship, one that should last for years. He couldn’t mess up his first opportunity to start a strong friendship. That alone was enough to make Onew nervous.
It got worse. An hour before Jonghyun was over, his parents got a call. His grandma had been sent to the hospital, and his parents had to go right away. Onew’s mother insisted he stay at home. She understood just how important this meeting was for him. His father apologized for not being able to be there for him. Onew said he could just reschedule, but they would have none of it.
So Onew watched the clock. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, while his mind was racing with all the possible things that could go wrong.
A knock on the front door, and Onew sprung up to answer it. He greeted Jonghyun friendlily, quickly explaining that they would be alone tonight. Jonghyun, thankfully, said it was no problem.
Unfortunately Onew had forgotten that his mother hadn’t made dinner for them, and he had no idea how to cook. Jonghyun laughed and suggested they walk to town and get something.
Once they were bundled up and trudging through the snow, it became apparent that they had to come up with something to say to each other. Onew had nothing. He glanced at Jonghyun and smiled. Jonghyun smiled back. Onew hated that he couldn’t even think of something to say.
Things got a little better once they sat down. They discussed the menu and decided to share something. Kind of sweet, Onew thought. A bonding experience.
They ended up talking about the other three members, Kibum, Minho, and Taemin. Onew said he wasn’t sure about his ability to take care of the younger members. Jonghyun said that he’d be there for him, supporting him all the way, so he had nothing to worry about. Jonghyun’s winning smile made Onew believe it.
They’d taken a long time to eat as they’d found a lot to talk about after the initial silence. Outside, it was cold and dark. A light snowfall had begun. Onew said he’d understand if Jonghyun wanted to call a cab and go home now, but secretly he wanted Jonghyun to come home with him so they could talk more.
Jonghyun said no, he wanted to walk back with Onew, if it was okay.
Onew offered water, coffee, and taking a look in the fridge, casually offered one of his father’s beers even though he didn’t really drink himself. To his surprise, Jonghyun accepted the beer. Unable to make Jonghyun drink alone, he got one for himself.
They ended up playing buzzed racing games on Onew’s console, and tipsy racing games after Onew got them another beer each. When he sat down again, their legs were touching. Onew stared at that spot for a moment, taking in the pleasant warmth, before handing Jonghyun his beer.
Jonghyun was touchy, even in the middle of a race. If he was ahead, he’d bump their shoulders so that Onew didn’t catch up, and if he was behind he’d smack Onew’s thigh. If he was far behind he’d drop his controller and tickle Onew until he’d fallen far enough behind that Jonghyun had a chance.
Onew couldn’t help trying to win as much as possible. He even considered switching to another game that he was better at, but Jonghyun was having fun playing this one, and besides, he wasn’t sure if Jonghyun would have the same reaction if he was losing at a different game.
“Do you have to leave soon?” asked Onew.
“Why, do you want me to?” countered Jonghyun, giving him a sidelong glance.
“No, not really.”
“Good, cause I want to stay,” Jonghyun said emphatically. So it was done. He was staying.
Another race went by.
“Good,” Onew said. “Because there is one last part that we haven’t completed yet.” He hoped this sounded okay, because he was making it up as he went along. “There is a… formal initiation that you have to go through before you can be a part of the band. Once you pass-if you pass-you’ll get to help me with initiation the others.”
“Huh. So, what do I have to do?” Jonghyun slurred.
“Whatever I say. This is part of the rules, so don’t mess up.” Onew had to add that just to make sure. He gave Jonghyun a hard stare, but Jonghyun just grinned.
Onew took a few of his ties from his closet, turning off the tv as he passed it.
“Close your eyes,” ordered Onew, “I’m going to blindfold you. Good, now take off your shirt, mm, and unbutton your pants.” He tied Jonghyun’s wrists together and made him lay back. He arranged his pillow so that Jonghyun would be comfortable.
Onew pulled at Jonghyun’s knees so that he could kneel between his legs. He rubbed his palms over Jonghyun’s shoulders and up his neck, then down his chest and stomach. He grabbed at his hips, pressed, felt how the skin stretched and the muscles gave. Jonghyun shivered but didn’t say anything. His lips were open.
Feeling bold, Onew whispered, “just a part of initiation,” before continuing. He ran his hands over Jonghyun's shoulders and chest again, then moved down to his legs, hands smoothing over the outside and inside of his thighs.
Onew could see Jonghyun getting hard, and it struck him as odd that Jonghyun would be wearing such thin jeans in the snow. Onew leaned over him and kissed his navel, then kissed the band of his boxers. He was about to move lower, but he felt wrong, not even having kissed Jonghyun on the lips yet.
So he held himself over Jonghyun. Their lips met. When he pulled away, Jonghyun spoke.
“I don’t believe this is a part of an initiation ceremony. I know you were bullshitting.”
“Then are you going to stop me? Do you like it?”
“I don’t know,” said Jonghyun. “I might start struggling later.”
Onew kissed him again, pushing his tongue into his mouth this time to test Jonghyun’s boundaries. The boy responded beneath him, pushing back.
“You don’t have to pretend you don’t like it. You can just go with it,” said Onew.
“Okay.”
Onew kissed him on the cheek, then went back to the boxers. He rubbed his face onto the place when the zipper was open, felt Jonghyun twitch beneath him. He blew a hot breath onto Jonghyun’s dick, then kissed it open mouthed through the fabric.
When Onew tried pulling the jeans and boxers off Jonghyun lifted his hips to help. Jonghyun was completely engorged. It curved to the right.
Onew repeated the same process he’d taken before, kissing Jonghyun on the lips before moving down. He knew he was making the boy impatient. He took Jonghyun’s dick in one hand and steadied himself on Jonghyun’s thigh with the other. He gulped as much of his dick as he could and swallowed around it before coming back up. His lips dragged unpleasantly; Jonghyun’s dick was too dry.
Onew licked from base to tip a few times to make it wet. Jonghyun tried to pull his blindfold off, but Onew tugged it back down.
“That counts as struggling, you know.”
“I told you I might.”
That wasn’t allowed, so Onew tied Jonghyun’s hands to the headboard. For good measure, he took one of his studded leather belts and wrapped it just above Jonghyun’s knees. He continued giving head, felt gratified when Jonghyun jerked unwittingly against the restraints.
His cum was just salty, not sweet at all.
“Okay, untie me.”
“I’m not done yet.”
Onew raised Jonghyun’s knees to his chest so that his ass was exposed. He put Jonghyun’s ankles over one of his shoulders so that he didn’t have to hold them, then spread his ass cheeks. Jonghyun frowned.
Onew sucked on his pointer finger. He rubbed it back and forth over Jonghyun’s asshole, feeling the little pucker and the way Jonghyun clenched. Onew held his breath and pushed in, finger dragging like his lips had, but he didn’t want to lick his finger again.
“I don’t like this.”
“It’s the last part.”
Onew pumped a few more times and pulled his finger out. He wiped it on the bedspread and took off the belt, then the wrist restraints. Jonghyun lay still, and Onew lay beside him and watched his face closely as he took the blindfold off.
Jonghyun rolled to his side to face Onew.
“You want me to do you now?”
Onew thought for a moment. “No, it was just initiation. Next time we can do the others together.”
Jonghyun smiled. His gaze flickered to Onew’s lips, then back up to his eyes before he got up and opened up Onew’s closet like it was his own. He chose a shirt and climbed into Onew’s bed, pulling the covers over himself. Onew just watched.
Jonghyun grabbed the remote and the controller, started up the game again.
“It’s a sleepover. This should be a SHINee tradition.”
Onew agreed.
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Day 8. Companion: Broken! Minho/Taemin; PG.
“So, we aren’t getting married?” asked Kibum.
“No,” replied Minho.
“And we aren’t dating?”
“No.”
“No physical relationship?”
“Like what?”
“Sex.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Not even sex?” Kibum cried incredulously. “Then what are we going to be!?”
“Mmph. I think you would call that a companion.”
“You mean like a friend. Weirdo.”
“Except we’ll live together and we’ll know each other forever.”
“Hmm,” Kibum considered. “That sounds kind of nice. It’s a good idea.”
Minho sighed, looked at his hands. He thought of how those things, marriage, dating, sex, had or were supposed to happen with Taemin. He tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. He blinked quickly.
Kibum walked up behind him, put a hand on each of his cheeks, squashed them up towards his nose and lips.
“Froggy.”
Then Kibum pulled his cheeks in circles. Minho furrowed his brow.
“I don’t actually look like one, do I?” he said through squished lips.
Kibum smirked.
“Yeah, you kinda do. You could probably leap better than walk with those long legs of yours too.”
Minho smiled despite himself.
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Day 9. Move: Minho/Jonghyun; NC-17
Jonghyun, on knees and elbows, butt-naked, whimpered. His dick was fully engorged and heavy. Behind him, Minho kneeled, his hands tightly, possible too tightly, clenching Jonghyun’s hips. It might be enough to leave bruises, Jonghyun thought, but he was too far gone to feel the pain right now.
Minho was in Jonghyun, but just barely; only his head was in. Jonghyun whimpered again.
“Unh, move already!”
“If you don’t shut up,” said Minho snidely, obviously enjoying the power and control he held, “I am going to gag you.”
Secretly Jonghyun thought he really wouldn’t mind. He growled deep in his throat and tried to push back onto Minho, but Minho’s grip was too strong for him, especially in his lust-ridden state.
Minho sharply smacked him on the ass.
“What did I just tell you,” he said in his steely voice.
“Please?” Jonghyun moaned. “I want… I want you to fill me up.”
Minho snapped his hips deep into Jonghyun, then returned to his original position.
“Goddamnit.” Minho reached for the closest piece of clothing, his boxers, and stuffed them in Jonghyun’s mouth. Jonghyun turned as best he could to look Minho in the eyes and plead. He wouldn’t help glancing at the place Minho’s dick was stretching him.
“Fuck,” Minho murmured. He pushed slowly into Jonghyun, leaning over him, supporting himself with one hand on the bed and wrapping his other around Jonghyun’s waist. “Fuck.”
Then he set Jonghyun loose in the stars.
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Day 10: Silver: Onew/Minho; PG.
Silver glistened through old cracked paint of the Ferris wheel. Onew ran over it with his fingers, then looked up at the orange peel crescent moon.
Minho was beside him, silent, letting the loud sounds of the carnival wash over them. Bright lights, loud music, the shouting and screaming of teenagers.
“I’ll be right back,” said Minho. “Wait right here. Don’t wander off, okay.” He disappeared into the throng.
Onew watched a clown wave bouquets of glow sticks around, one in each hand, attracting kids like moths. Some kids giggled, hiding behind one another as the clown approached. Others, the younger ones, were genuinely scared. They asked to be picked up by their parents, or if they were too big, held on to a parent’s hand tightly and hid their face. Onew thought he would have been one of those kids.
All around him, the rides were spinning and whirling. Teacups, zipper, carousel, fun house, Music Express, bumper cars. The tip of a pirate ship rose and fell in the distance. Tents with tossing games were in the center, dozens upon dozens of tiny stuffed animals in rows, a few gigantic prizes hanging on the sides. He could smell kettle corn and funnel cake and hot dogs. Spheres of pink and blue cotton candy floated by.
The Ferris wheel began to spin, the bars leading to each car lighting up with thousands of bulbs in dazzling colors and sequences. Not all of the cars were full. That surprised Onew.
The Ferris wheel was his favorite.
“Hey, I’m back. Sorry I took so long, the line was long.” Minho jogged over to him, pushed a tuft of cotton candy into his mouth.
Onew giggled. It tasted good, and he was relieved to have Minho here again.
“Aaand,” drew out Minho, “I got us tickets. Let’s go!”
He took Onew’s hand in his and pulled him into the Ferris wheel line. Onew fought back the rush of excitement in his stomach. “Wow,” was all he could manage.
He and Minho leaned on the queue rail and stared up at the top.
“It looks really high up,” said Onew apprehensively.
“I’ll be there with you.”
It took a long time for everyone to exit the ride. Onew was feeling impatient. They were the last in line for their group. He practically flew into the car; tripped on the step and into the seat. Minho sat next to him, skin cooler that the august air.
The wheel lurched and began to move, slowly. Onew clutched the rails and looked over the side. He made sure to see absolutely everything there was to see, and then looked at Minho to make sure he was seeing too, but Minho was looking at him.
“Make a wish when we get to the top, okay?”
“Okay,” said Onew.
As they crept skyward, Onew tried to think of what he could wish for. Nothing too small that he could make happen himself, but nothing too big. His mind was blank. From here, he could see the limits of the carnival, where the festivities ended and blackness began. Light encircled the two of them, at the top of this fairyland.
“We’re almost there. Do you know what you want?”
Onew nodded.
Minho kissed him.
Summertime is a dangerous time. Everything got so dry that it seemed likely to burst into flame on its own, no dumb kid playing with fireworks needed.
This summer it was a dry thunderstorm that did it. The five boys stood upwind a few hundred feet from the fire, clothed in baggy sweat-stained tank tops and shorts and boots.
“How is it possible,” said Minho, “that this fire didn’t get anyone’s pot? What are the chances? It’s already burned, like, thirty acres, right?”
“Summertime miracle, I guess,” said Jonghyun, staring at the flames with wide eyes. He’d go closer but he was pretty sure his eyelashes would get singed off.
“Idiots, it didn’t burn anyone’s house or barn down,” said Key. He wiped a trickle of sweat off his temple.
“Oh.”
A plane passed overhead, swooped low and dropped what must have been thousands of gallons of water. It didn’t seem to make a difference.
“I think my face is peeling off,” said Taemin.
They stayed there for almost an hour. The sun set late, and when it was halfway down it looked like there were two suns. The fire was burning the sky.
“We’re gonna get eaten alive if we stay out here much longer,” said Onew.
“I think I’ve already got a bite,” said Taemin, scratching at his shin.
They walked home side by side, through dry fields which might be on fire too day after tomorrow. All depends on the winds, tv said. Unpredictable.
Jonghyun and Key were the last left. They walked home hand in hand. Jonghyun couldn’t help looking back at orange sky through a black tree silhouette every few minutes.
“You think it’ll head in our direction?” asked Key.
“Not that fire, it won’t,” replied Jonghyun. He squeezed Key’s hand.
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Day 7. Formal: Onew/Jonghyun; NC-17.
Onew hadn’t been planning on doing anything, but when he first met Jonghyun, he couldn’t help himself. They were told by their manager that it would be good if they got to know each other. They were the first out of their new group, SHINee, to meet.
Like any friendly leader would, Onew invited Jonghyun over to his house for dinner. It was supposed to be comfortable and laid-back.
But it wasn’t. Sometime before Jonghyun was due to arrive, Onew started thinking about how this would be the beginning to their relationship, one that should last for years. He couldn’t mess up his first opportunity to start a strong friendship. That alone was enough to make Onew nervous.
It got worse. An hour before Jonghyun was over, his parents got a call. His grandma had been sent to the hospital, and his parents had to go right away. Onew’s mother insisted he stay at home. She understood just how important this meeting was for him. His father apologized for not being able to be there for him. Onew said he could just reschedule, but they would have none of it.
So Onew watched the clock. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, while his mind was racing with all the possible things that could go wrong.
A knock on the front door, and Onew sprung up to answer it. He greeted Jonghyun friendlily, quickly explaining that they would be alone tonight. Jonghyun, thankfully, said it was no problem.
Unfortunately Onew had forgotten that his mother hadn’t made dinner for them, and he had no idea how to cook. Jonghyun laughed and suggested they walk to town and get something.
Once they were bundled up and trudging through the snow, it became apparent that they had to come up with something to say to each other. Onew had nothing. He glanced at Jonghyun and smiled. Jonghyun smiled back. Onew hated that he couldn’t even think of something to say.
Things got a little better once they sat down. They discussed the menu and decided to share something. Kind of sweet, Onew thought. A bonding experience.
They ended up talking about the other three members, Kibum, Minho, and Taemin. Onew said he wasn’t sure about his ability to take care of the younger members. Jonghyun said that he’d be there for him, supporting him all the way, so he had nothing to worry about. Jonghyun’s winning smile made Onew believe it.
They’d taken a long time to eat as they’d found a lot to talk about after the initial silence. Outside, it was cold and dark. A light snowfall had begun. Onew said he’d understand if Jonghyun wanted to call a cab and go home now, but secretly he wanted Jonghyun to come home with him so they could talk more.
Jonghyun said no, he wanted to walk back with Onew, if it was okay.
Onew offered water, coffee, and taking a look in the fridge, casually offered one of his father’s beers even though he didn’t really drink himself. To his surprise, Jonghyun accepted the beer. Unable to make Jonghyun drink alone, he got one for himself.
They ended up playing buzzed racing games on Onew’s console, and tipsy racing games after Onew got them another beer each. When he sat down again, their legs were touching. Onew stared at that spot for a moment, taking in the pleasant warmth, before handing Jonghyun his beer.
Jonghyun was touchy, even in the middle of a race. If he was ahead, he’d bump their shoulders so that Onew didn’t catch up, and if he was behind he’d smack Onew’s thigh. If he was far behind he’d drop his controller and tickle Onew until he’d fallen far enough behind that Jonghyun had a chance.
Onew couldn’t help trying to win as much as possible. He even considered switching to another game that he was better at, but Jonghyun was having fun playing this one, and besides, he wasn’t sure if Jonghyun would have the same reaction if he was losing at a different game.
“Do you have to leave soon?” asked Onew.
“Why, do you want me to?” countered Jonghyun, giving him a sidelong glance.
“No, not really.”
“Good, cause I want to stay,” Jonghyun said emphatically. So it was done. He was staying.
Another race went by.
“Good,” Onew said. “Because there is one last part that we haven’t completed yet.” He hoped this sounded okay, because he was making it up as he went along. “There is a… formal initiation that you have to go through before you can be a part of the band. Once you pass-if you pass-you’ll get to help me with initiation the others.”
“Huh. So, what do I have to do?” Jonghyun slurred.
“Whatever I say. This is part of the rules, so don’t mess up.” Onew had to add that just to make sure. He gave Jonghyun a hard stare, but Jonghyun just grinned.
Onew took a few of his ties from his closet, turning off the tv as he passed it.
“Close your eyes,” ordered Onew, “I’m going to blindfold you. Good, now take off your shirt, mm, and unbutton your pants.” He tied Jonghyun’s wrists together and made him lay back. He arranged his pillow so that Jonghyun would be comfortable.
Onew pulled at Jonghyun’s knees so that he could kneel between his legs. He rubbed his palms over Jonghyun’s shoulders and up his neck, then down his chest and stomach. He grabbed at his hips, pressed, felt how the skin stretched and the muscles gave. Jonghyun shivered but didn’t say anything. His lips were open.
Feeling bold, Onew whispered, “just a part of initiation,” before continuing. He ran his hands over Jonghyun's shoulders and chest again, then moved down to his legs, hands smoothing over the outside and inside of his thighs.
Onew could see Jonghyun getting hard, and it struck him as odd that Jonghyun would be wearing such thin jeans in the snow. Onew leaned over him and kissed his navel, then kissed the band of his boxers. He was about to move lower, but he felt wrong, not even having kissed Jonghyun on the lips yet.
So he held himself over Jonghyun. Their lips met. When he pulled away, Jonghyun spoke.
“I don’t believe this is a part of an initiation ceremony. I know you were bullshitting.”
“Then are you going to stop me? Do you like it?”
“I don’t know,” said Jonghyun. “I might start struggling later.”
Onew kissed him again, pushing his tongue into his mouth this time to test Jonghyun’s boundaries. The boy responded beneath him, pushing back.
“You don’t have to pretend you don’t like it. You can just go with it,” said Onew.
“Okay.”
Onew kissed him on the cheek, then went back to the boxers. He rubbed his face onto the place when the zipper was open, felt Jonghyun twitch beneath him. He blew a hot breath onto Jonghyun’s dick, then kissed it open mouthed through the fabric.
When Onew tried pulling the jeans and boxers off Jonghyun lifted his hips to help. Jonghyun was completely engorged. It curved to the right.
Onew repeated the same process he’d taken before, kissing Jonghyun on the lips before moving down. He knew he was making the boy impatient. He took Jonghyun’s dick in one hand and steadied himself on Jonghyun’s thigh with the other. He gulped as much of his dick as he could and swallowed around it before coming back up. His lips dragged unpleasantly; Jonghyun’s dick was too dry.
Onew licked from base to tip a few times to make it wet. Jonghyun tried to pull his blindfold off, but Onew tugged it back down.
“That counts as struggling, you know.”
“I told you I might.”
That wasn’t allowed, so Onew tied Jonghyun’s hands to the headboard. For good measure, he took one of his studded leather belts and wrapped it just above Jonghyun’s knees. He continued giving head, felt gratified when Jonghyun jerked unwittingly against the restraints.
His cum was just salty, not sweet at all.
“Okay, untie me.”
“I’m not done yet.”
Onew raised Jonghyun’s knees to his chest so that his ass was exposed. He put Jonghyun’s ankles over one of his shoulders so that he didn’t have to hold them, then spread his ass cheeks. Jonghyun frowned.
Onew sucked on his pointer finger. He rubbed it back and forth over Jonghyun’s asshole, feeling the little pucker and the way Jonghyun clenched. Onew held his breath and pushed in, finger dragging like his lips had, but he didn’t want to lick his finger again.
“I don’t like this.”
“It’s the last part.”
Onew pumped a few more times and pulled his finger out. He wiped it on the bedspread and took off the belt, then the wrist restraints. Jonghyun lay still, and Onew lay beside him and watched his face closely as he took the blindfold off.
Jonghyun rolled to his side to face Onew.
“You want me to do you now?”
Onew thought for a moment. “No, it was just initiation. Next time we can do the others together.”
Jonghyun smiled. His gaze flickered to Onew’s lips, then back up to his eyes before he got up and opened up Onew’s closet like it was his own. He chose a shirt and climbed into Onew’s bed, pulling the covers over himself. Onew just watched.
Jonghyun grabbed the remote and the controller, started up the game again.
“It’s a sleepover. This should be a SHINee tradition.”
Onew agreed.
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Day 8. Companion: Broken! Minho/Taemin; PG.
“So, we aren’t getting married?” asked Kibum.
“No,” replied Minho.
“And we aren’t dating?”
“No.”
“No physical relationship?”
“Like what?”
“Sex.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Not even sex?” Kibum cried incredulously. “Then what are we going to be!?”
“Mmph. I think you would call that a companion.”
“You mean like a friend. Weirdo.”
“Except we’ll live together and we’ll know each other forever.”
“Hmm,” Kibum considered. “That sounds kind of nice. It’s a good idea.”
Minho sighed, looked at his hands. He thought of how those things, marriage, dating, sex, had or were supposed to happen with Taemin. He tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. He blinked quickly.
Kibum walked up behind him, put a hand on each of his cheeks, squashed them up towards his nose and lips.
“Froggy.”
Then Kibum pulled his cheeks in circles. Minho furrowed his brow.
“I don’t actually look like one, do I?” he said through squished lips.
Kibum smirked.
“Yeah, you kinda do. You could probably leap better than walk with those long legs of yours too.”
Minho smiled despite himself.
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Day 9. Move: Minho/Jonghyun; NC-17
Jonghyun, on knees and elbows, butt-naked, whimpered. His dick was fully engorged and heavy. Behind him, Minho kneeled, his hands tightly, possible too tightly, clenching Jonghyun’s hips. It might be enough to leave bruises, Jonghyun thought, but he was too far gone to feel the pain right now.
Minho was in Jonghyun, but just barely; only his head was in. Jonghyun whimpered again.
“Unh, move already!”
“If you don’t shut up,” said Minho snidely, obviously enjoying the power and control he held, “I am going to gag you.”
Secretly Jonghyun thought he really wouldn’t mind. He growled deep in his throat and tried to push back onto Minho, but Minho’s grip was too strong for him, especially in his lust-ridden state.
Minho sharply smacked him on the ass.
“What did I just tell you,” he said in his steely voice.
“Please?” Jonghyun moaned. “I want… I want you to fill me up.”
Minho snapped his hips deep into Jonghyun, then returned to his original position.
“Goddamnit.” Minho reached for the closest piece of clothing, his boxers, and stuffed them in Jonghyun’s mouth. Jonghyun turned as best he could to look Minho in the eyes and plead. He wouldn’t help glancing at the place Minho’s dick was stretching him.
“Fuck,” Minho murmured. He pushed slowly into Jonghyun, leaning over him, supporting himself with one hand on the bed and wrapping his other around Jonghyun’s waist. “Fuck.”
Then he set Jonghyun loose in the stars.
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Day 10: Silver: Onew/Minho; PG.
Silver glistened through old cracked paint of the Ferris wheel. Onew ran over it with his fingers, then looked up at the orange peel crescent moon.
Minho was beside him, silent, letting the loud sounds of the carnival wash over them. Bright lights, loud music, the shouting and screaming of teenagers.
“I’ll be right back,” said Minho. “Wait right here. Don’t wander off, okay.” He disappeared into the throng.
Onew watched a clown wave bouquets of glow sticks around, one in each hand, attracting kids like moths. Some kids giggled, hiding behind one another as the clown approached. Others, the younger ones, were genuinely scared. They asked to be picked up by their parents, or if they were too big, held on to a parent’s hand tightly and hid their face. Onew thought he would have been one of those kids.
All around him, the rides were spinning and whirling. Teacups, zipper, carousel, fun house, Music Express, bumper cars. The tip of a pirate ship rose and fell in the distance. Tents with tossing games were in the center, dozens upon dozens of tiny stuffed animals in rows, a few gigantic prizes hanging on the sides. He could smell kettle corn and funnel cake and hot dogs. Spheres of pink and blue cotton candy floated by.
The Ferris wheel began to spin, the bars leading to each car lighting up with thousands of bulbs in dazzling colors and sequences. Not all of the cars were full. That surprised Onew.
The Ferris wheel was his favorite.
“Hey, I’m back. Sorry I took so long, the line was long.” Minho jogged over to him, pushed a tuft of cotton candy into his mouth.
Onew giggled. It tasted good, and he was relieved to have Minho here again.
“Aaand,” drew out Minho, “I got us tickets. Let’s go!”
He took Onew’s hand in his and pulled him into the Ferris wheel line. Onew fought back the rush of excitement in his stomach. “Wow,” was all he could manage.
He and Minho leaned on the queue rail and stared up at the top.
“It looks really high up,” said Onew apprehensively.
“I’ll be there with you.”
It took a long time for everyone to exit the ride. Onew was feeling impatient. They were the last in line for their group. He practically flew into the car; tripped on the step and into the seat. Minho sat next to him, skin cooler that the august air.
The wheel lurched and began to move, slowly. Onew clutched the rails and looked over the side. He made sure to see absolutely everything there was to see, and then looked at Minho to make sure he was seeing too, but Minho was looking at him.
“Make a wish when we get to the top, okay?”
“Okay,” said Onew.
As they crept skyward, Onew tried to think of what he could wish for. Nothing too small that he could make happen himself, but nothing too big. His mind was blank. From here, he could see the limits of the carnival, where the festivities ended and blackness began. Light encircled the two of them, at the top of this fairyland.
“We’re almost there. Do you know what you want?”
Onew nodded.
Minho kissed him.