Open
Title: Open
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG16?
Summary: I’ve missed you, he wants to say, but he can't stop kissing Kibum long enough to form the words.
a/n: I felt bad for breaking them apart. ;___;
"You're breathing kind of hard," Kibum says, and Jinki knows he's laughing at him, just a little, but that's okay because Kibum is here, standing in the circle of his arms. If someone had told him six weeks, three days, fourteen hours, and thirty-seven minutes ago that time could move with all the dispatch of ice melting slowly in the spring, he would have smiled and shaken his head in amused tolerance at their lack of patience.
As it is, he simply tightens his arms around Kibum and revels in the reality of the quiet hiss of Kibum's sudden indrawn breath, the small grunt forced out by compacting ribs. And kisses him. Kisses Kibum. Feels Kibum's arms come up around his shoulders and Kibum's fingers dig deep into his hair, Kibum's mouth open over his, wet and hard--impatient.
I’ve missed you, he wants to say, but he can't stop kissing Kibum long enough to form the words. The phone was ringing but Jinki refuses to be moved in any direction that's away from Kibum. Jinki feels a cold gust of wind, and he realizes the door is still open, still standing wide after it bounced off the wall. Jinki thinks he should close it but he's lost in Kibum's mouth again, soft lips and demanding tongue and fevered need.
It's Kibum who pulls away first--"God, Jinki"--and the words and Kibum's un-lotion hands are rough. Then Kibum leans back even further, staving Jinki off while he tries to draw air into his lungs.
Kibum is shivering, shaking.
His hand trembles when he wipes it across his lips. Jinki can't make himself look away from Kibum's mouth, blurred and swollen and smiling, and he doesn't recognize the sound that rises up in his throat and pours out of him as he pushes against Kibum's hands, hands that still shake while they hold him at bay. He closes the gap between them again, moves relentlessly forward.
Kibum laughs even as he stumbles, falls back against the open door, and Jinki takes his laugh into his own mouth, swallows it with the groan that quickly follows. He's been starved for this, for the touch and scent, the sound of Kibum. Six weeks, three days, fourteen hours, and thirty-eight minutes, or maybe thirty-nine or even forty now, and Jinki doesn't know how he survived, how he made it through the interminable days that passed after putting Kibum on the plane at Seoul--
(-long, lonely days during which he talked himself into and out of making that phone call a dozen times--Kibum wouldn't be happy here, Kibum couldn't be happy here--until the night when the silence and the sky seemed too big, too empty, and when had that happened to him, that this place that had always called to him could seem so barren?
He finally picked up the receiver and dialed Daegu, 146.6 miles and eight digits in the wrong direction, calling Kibum, asking Kibum to come back, shamefully needy-come back to me, I need you, stay with me-and he fancied he could hear relief as well as a grin in Kibum's voice, rough with sleep. "You freak, it took you fucking forever to call-")
-and today, Kibum finally walking back through his door, duffle bag slung over one shoulder, chilled to the bone and smiling. Jinki doesn't know how he would have survived if Kibum hadn't come back, if Kibum hadn't wanted to stay, oh god, if Kibum had said no...
"I said yes, Jinki." Kibum's voice is shaking now, too, every part of him is shaking, and he's running his hands over Jinki's face, smothering words Jinki didn't know he was speaking out loud. Kibum's holding Jinki fast while he breathes the words into his ear, and Jinki closes his eyes to hear them, to feel them, soft and hot and sweet. "I said yes, god, yes, Jinki, I said yes, yes, yes-"