[15] Village Bicycle 1/14
Village Bicycle 1/14
Pairing: jongkey, kyukey, key/everyone tbh
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 1403w
Summary: Jonghyun was 21 years old and going to the Olympics.
Note: I am a really slow writer and this is taking me longer to finish than I should. I swear I will finish by the time the next Olympics rolls around! Prompt picked up from jongkeykink.
Day 1:
Jonghyun is 21 years old and going to the Olympics.
For most of plane ride, he was in a daze, still not quite believing he was going, yet impossibly excited to make his country proud.
He woke tiredly as the plane began descending towards the Galeão airport. After blinking several times, his eyes grew as he saw the city lights. The city of Rio de Janeiro was lit with a soft glow, brimming with life, with the tingling of future adventure, promises of victory, and incoming glory. He could feel his heart tighten in anticipation, like a fist was clenching around the muscle, as the full weight of what he was flying into caught up with him.
He was jolted out of his musings by a sharp tap on the side of his head. His seatmate, Choi Minho, beamed at him, comically large eyes slightly red-rimmed but full of joy. The other boy was a year younger than Jonghyun and was also the shining pride of the South Korean soccer team. With his tall lean figure and classically boyish looks, Minho was the poster boy for South Korea's Olympic promotions. Jonghyun could hardly remember a billboard without Minho's face on it. Minho casually leaned over Jonghyun to stare out the window, his features serene as he absorbed the cityscape and the beauty of the lights. Jonghyun shivered as he could feel the warm breath of the other ghost across his nape.
"Just you wait hyung, we're gonna kick ass this year!" murmured the younger boy. He sat back up and placed a friendly hand on Jonghyun's knee. A maniacal grin was etched on his face, distorting his handsome features. Jonghyun smiled crookedly in return and went back to staring out the window.
He has made it to the Olympics.
-
So the rumors of Olympic Village were true. Within ten minutes in the tour, Jonghyun had already counted at least six vending machines filled with condoms and lubricant as well as several couples (and groups) engaged in sordid activities. He had also run into countless groups of athletes, well-wishers, and other partiers; too many faces and names that he barely had a chance to process before he was whisked away to see some other Super-Important-Perk of the village.
Before long he found himself in front of his room, blinking blearily at the sign as he fumbled for his newly acquired card key. He yelped as he semi-tripped on his own feet. Whilst searching through his main bag for the fifth time that night, he heard a tearing sound. Jonghyun cursed and stopped for the briefest moment to see what he had ripped. It was the a printout of his training and competition schedule, one that detailed the exact times and venues he was to be in. He irritably stuffed the ripped half of the schedule to another side pocket before checking his jeans yet again. And after a few more moments of fumbling, and a papercut later, he had located his card key, tucked away securely in the coins pocket. Of course. In revenge he made sure to jam the little piece of plastic extra hard in to the key slot.
"Hi, my name is Jonghyun Kim nice to meet--" he started, in halting English, after he opened the door. A smile was frozen on his face. He had stopped, memorized greetings caught in midair, stuck on his lips as he took in the activities in the room. Warmth flooded onto his cheeks and he quickly looked to the ground, finally realizing how musky the room was.
Jonghyun really wasn't a stranger to sex. Although he spent more or less ten hours a day training, he had still managed a couple pretty girls every few weeks, and has even covered for some of his friends when they were out. However, he was not accustomed to a first image of anyone, let alone his new and temporary roommate, nude and well, having sex. All he could focus on was the pert backside of his roommate and broad shoulders. A pair of slender pale legs, the undoubtedly belonged to his roommate's partner, was slung around them, sweaty and smooth looking.
-
Granted seeing his roommate fucking some girl, or so Jonghyun figured, in the mattress was kind of hot, but Jonghyun didn't want his first image to be of a voyeur. He awkwardly excused himself back to the hallway to wait and attempt to piece together his ripped map. Now that he had discovered the two, it was a wonder how Jonghyun didn't hear the sounds. The noises of their coupling carried clearly through the door--the girl in particular was noisy and demanding. Jonghyun reddened again as he heard her husky voice expertly curse in English.
He was riffling through his bag for the other half of his torn schedule, pretending that he wasn't hearing the pants or the sounds of his roommate grunting contently, when the door opened. It appeared as if they had finished their romp.
'Or perhaps not,' thought Jonghyun as he saw a tall guy, presumably his roommate judging by the shape of his back, pin the shorter person to the door. The slick sounds of kissing was loud in the quiet of the hallway. Elegant hands teasingly clung onto the taller male's waist as the roommate ravaged a pale neck. Seeing that clothes were once again coming off, Jonghyun decided to make himself known with a distinguished cough.
The couple turned around, startled. And Jonghyun was startled as well. It turned out his roommate was no other than Cho Kyuhyun, the reigning spokesperson for Archery in South Korea. The older boy was a overnight sensation after his first Olympics at the age of 16, medaling almost every event he was placed in. Jonghyun remembered cheering with the rest of his local gymnastics team as Kyuhyun swept away his competitors in the Team and Individual categories. It was an honor rooming with such a legend, even if Jonghyun saw his naked ass first. He idly wondered if he could get Kyuhyun's autograph for his noona. She'd be delighted, she'd also be delighted to know the details Kyuhyun's derriere.
The slight tapping of a shoe brought his attention to Kyuhyun's companion. The slim figure, one that Jonghyun had assumed was a female athlete, was actually a male. A very striking male that was currently eyeing Jonghyun in distaste. He looked Korean, but it was also hard to tell due to the Great Britain logo sewed on his shirt. Jonghyun gulped, feeling the weight of twin stares on him. He shuffled minutely, wondering if he should apologize in Korean or in English. He tried in English.
"I'm really sorry for...stopping you two? But I needs to get in the room and--"
"Excuses, excuses," mumbled the sharp eyed boy in Korean. He flipped his blonde bangs out of his eyes, and fixed the undone button on his jeans, haughty smile in place. "I think I'm done here. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go network with some American divers. See you Kyubaby." He turned to fondly stroke the other man's face before slinking away.
"Kibum," Kyuhyun calls. Jonghyun looks on from where he's hauling his luggage in the room, suddenly curious. It was the first time the older boy spoke.
"Yes?" The blond turned around impatiently and Jonghyun couldn't help but notice the way the hall lights hit the pretty face, accentuating the curve of the blonde's cheekbones and the small pink mouth.
Kyuhyun pointed towards the corner of his mouth. "You still got a little of me right here."
Kibum looked startled before a dangerous glint settled in his eyes. He swiped at his mouth, gathered the residue before a pointed tongue darted out to slyly lick at his finger, eyes curved in amusement as he had their full attention. The wanton expression on the other's face seared through Jonghyun's mind as he continued watching, mouth dry and pants tight.
"Thanks hyung, going out like that would have been really indecent." And with another unnecessary suck on his finger, Kibum sauntered away, hips swaying gently.
"You can have the shower first, kid. I think you need it more than I do," says Kyuhyun with a sly smile of his own. He nods nonchalantly at Jonghyun's crotch before slinging a friendly arm around him.
"Also, welcome to the Olympics."
Pairing: jongkey, kyukey, key/everyone tbh
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 1403w
Summary: Jonghyun was 21 years old and going to the Olympics.
Note: I am a really slow writer and this is taking me longer to finish than I should. I swear I will finish by the time the next Olympics rolls around! Prompt picked up from jongkeykink.
Day 1:
Jonghyun is 21 years old and going to the Olympics.
For most of plane ride, he was in a daze, still not quite believing he was going, yet impossibly excited to make his country proud.
He woke tiredly as the plane began descending towards the Galeão airport. After blinking several times, his eyes grew as he saw the city lights. The city of Rio de Janeiro was lit with a soft glow, brimming with life, with the tingling of future adventure, promises of victory, and incoming glory. He could feel his heart tighten in anticipation, like a fist was clenching around the muscle, as the full weight of what he was flying into caught up with him.
He was jolted out of his musings by a sharp tap on the side of his head. His seatmate, Choi Minho, beamed at him, comically large eyes slightly red-rimmed but full of joy. The other boy was a year younger than Jonghyun and was also the shining pride of the South Korean soccer team. With his tall lean figure and classically boyish looks, Minho was the poster boy for South Korea's Olympic promotions. Jonghyun could hardly remember a billboard without Minho's face on it. Minho casually leaned over Jonghyun to stare out the window, his features serene as he absorbed the cityscape and the beauty of the lights. Jonghyun shivered as he could feel the warm breath of the other ghost across his nape.
"Just you wait hyung, we're gonna kick ass this year!" murmured the younger boy. He sat back up and placed a friendly hand on Jonghyun's knee. A maniacal grin was etched on his face, distorting his handsome features. Jonghyun smiled crookedly in return and went back to staring out the window.
He has made it to the Olympics.
-
So the rumors of Olympic Village were true. Within ten minutes in the tour, Jonghyun had already counted at least six vending machines filled with condoms and lubricant as well as several couples (and groups) engaged in sordid activities. He had also run into countless groups of athletes, well-wishers, and other partiers; too many faces and names that he barely had a chance to process before he was whisked away to see some other Super-Important-Perk of the village.
Before long he found himself in front of his room, blinking blearily at the sign as he fumbled for his newly acquired card key. He yelped as he semi-tripped on his own feet. Whilst searching through his main bag for the fifth time that night, he heard a tearing sound. Jonghyun cursed and stopped for the briefest moment to see what he had ripped. It was the a printout of his training and competition schedule, one that detailed the exact times and venues he was to be in. He irritably stuffed the ripped half of the schedule to another side pocket before checking his jeans yet again. And after a few more moments of fumbling, and a papercut later, he had located his card key, tucked away securely in the coins pocket. Of course. In revenge he made sure to jam the little piece of plastic extra hard in to the key slot.
"Hi, my name is Jonghyun Kim nice to meet--" he started, in halting English, after he opened the door. A smile was frozen on his face. He had stopped, memorized greetings caught in midair, stuck on his lips as he took in the activities in the room. Warmth flooded onto his cheeks and he quickly looked to the ground, finally realizing how musky the room was.
Jonghyun really wasn't a stranger to sex. Although he spent more or less ten hours a day training, he had still managed a couple pretty girls every few weeks, and has even covered for some of his friends when they were out. However, he was not accustomed to a first image of anyone, let alone his new and temporary roommate, nude and well, having sex. All he could focus on was the pert backside of his roommate and broad shoulders. A pair of slender pale legs, the undoubtedly belonged to his roommate's partner, was slung around them, sweaty and smooth looking.
-
Granted seeing his roommate fucking some girl, or so Jonghyun figured, in the mattress was kind of hot, but Jonghyun didn't want his first image to be of a voyeur. He awkwardly excused himself back to the hallway to wait and attempt to piece together his ripped map. Now that he had discovered the two, it was a wonder how Jonghyun didn't hear the sounds. The noises of their coupling carried clearly through the door--the girl in particular was noisy and demanding. Jonghyun reddened again as he heard her husky voice expertly curse in English.
He was riffling through his bag for the other half of his torn schedule, pretending that he wasn't hearing the pants or the sounds of his roommate grunting contently, when the door opened. It appeared as if they had finished their romp.
'Or perhaps not,' thought Jonghyun as he saw a tall guy, presumably his roommate judging by the shape of his back, pin the shorter person to the door. The slick sounds of kissing was loud in the quiet of the hallway. Elegant hands teasingly clung onto the taller male's waist as the roommate ravaged a pale neck. Seeing that clothes were once again coming off, Jonghyun decided to make himself known with a distinguished cough.
The couple turned around, startled. And Jonghyun was startled as well. It turned out his roommate was no other than Cho Kyuhyun, the reigning spokesperson for Archery in South Korea. The older boy was a overnight sensation after his first Olympics at the age of 16, medaling almost every event he was placed in. Jonghyun remembered cheering with the rest of his local gymnastics team as Kyuhyun swept away his competitors in the Team and Individual categories. It was an honor rooming with such a legend, even if Jonghyun saw his naked ass first. He idly wondered if he could get Kyuhyun's autograph for his noona. She'd be delighted, she'd also be delighted to know the details Kyuhyun's derriere.
The slight tapping of a shoe brought his attention to Kyuhyun's companion. The slim figure, one that Jonghyun had assumed was a female athlete, was actually a male. A very striking male that was currently eyeing Jonghyun in distaste. He looked Korean, but it was also hard to tell due to the Great Britain logo sewed on his shirt. Jonghyun gulped, feeling the weight of twin stares on him. He shuffled minutely, wondering if he should apologize in Korean or in English. He tried in English.
"I'm really sorry for...stopping you two? But I needs to get in the room and--"
"Excuses, excuses," mumbled the sharp eyed boy in Korean. He flipped his blonde bangs out of his eyes, and fixed the undone button on his jeans, haughty smile in place. "I think I'm done here. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go network with some American divers. See you Kyubaby." He turned to fondly stroke the other man's face before slinking away.
"Kibum," Kyuhyun calls. Jonghyun looks on from where he's hauling his luggage in the room, suddenly curious. It was the first time the older boy spoke.
"Yes?" The blond turned around impatiently and Jonghyun couldn't help but notice the way the hall lights hit the pretty face, accentuating the curve of the blonde's cheekbones and the small pink mouth.
Kyuhyun pointed towards the corner of his mouth. "You still got a little of me right here."
Kibum looked startled before a dangerous glint settled in his eyes. He swiped at his mouth, gathered the residue before a pointed tongue darted out to slyly lick at his finger, eyes curved in amusement as he had their full attention. The wanton expression on the other's face seared through Jonghyun's mind as he continued watching, mouth dry and pants tight.
"Thanks hyung, going out like that would have been really indecent." And with another unnecessary suck on his finger, Kibum sauntered away, hips swaying gently.
"You can have the shower first, kid. I think you need it more than I do," says Kyuhyun with a sly smile of his own. He nods nonchalantly at Jonghyun's crotch before slinging a friendly arm around him.
"Also, welcome to the Olympics."