Morning Distraction
Title: Morning Distraction
Author: manaphasm
Rating: pg-13. If petting were salsa, this would be medium.
Pairing: Minho/Onew
Summary: What would you do, for a little extra sleep?
This is for wishunew, who was on my case for some tofuho love. Also, le gasp, she was totz my beta on this one.
Everyone else was up and getting ready. Everyone except Onew, who had somehow managed to roll out of his bed overnight and was snuggled on the floor underneath a tangled mountain of blankets, his head under his pillow to block out any noise and his legs curled up to his chest. Footsteps moved back and forth along the hallway outside the bedroom, before the singer heard the door push open and the footsteps come closer. Staying completely still, he tried to go back to sleep. No way I’m getting up, he thought. It’s cold out there, and my bed’s so warm. The footsteps stopped just as they reached his side, and after a brief pause, a socked foot nudged lightly at his backside.
“Hyung?”
Go away, Minho, Onew thought. I’m sleeping.
“Jinki-hyung, I know you’re awake,” Minho said, voice haughty, as though he had beaten Onew at some undeclared contest. “I can see you moving and your breathing isn’t even enough for someone who’s still asleep.”
Damn, Onew thought as he groaned and uncurled a little, slowly inching himself and his pile of warmth away from the current killjoy.
“Come on, it’s time to get up,” Minho informed the leader. Onew continued to inch away, and the rapper just shook his head in exasperated amusement, before following after him. This time, he leaned forward, reaching a hand out to shake the singer awake, but before he could get close enough for his fingers to even brush against the older boy, a hand shot out of the blanket mound and grabbed around his wrist, giving a firm tug that set Minho off balance, making him topple over into the pile alongside his leader.
“Hyung?” Minho asked, his voice confused as he lay across Onew and his pile of blankets. He wiggled until he was lying at the leader’s side instead of on top of him, and as he did so, the older boy opened up his blankets and flopped half of them over his younger friend. Snuggling up to Minho’s side, Onew tried to go back to sleep.
“Hyung?” Minho said again. Onew groaned louder this time. What now, he thought. Maybe Minho needs a distraction?
Onew cracked open his eyes, squinting at all of the light in the room. He tilted his head to look up at the rapper who, even lying down, still managed to be positioned higher up. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, and then turned around to face Minho. Crawling forward, he leaned down over the boy, nearly nose to nose. Minho gulped as Onew’s hot breath tickled across his face, his cheeks turning a dozen shades of pink. The older boy smirked naughtily before leaning forward to press his lips to Minho’s. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock. Taking it as an opportunity, Jinki slipped his tongue into Minho’s mouth, caressing the insides of his cheeks before nudging against Minho’s tongue. Before the younger boy even had a chance to snap out of his daze, Onew pulled away, moving on to kiss along Minho’s jaw until he reached his throat, suckling there as Minho’s breathing grew heavy.
“H-hyung,” Minho gasped between gulps of air. “Wh-what are you do-ing?” Onew continued lapping at Minho’s throat, rolling his eyes and thinking, Isn’t it obvious? Reaching down to Minho’s side, he slipped his hand up his shirt, caressing the younger boy’s abdomen and relishing in the sharp intake of breath that came with it. Then he pulled away, just a little, so he was hovering over Minho, and watched him trying to catch his breath.
“Do you wanna go get ready, now?” Onew said. Minho stared up at him through half lidded eyes, his breath slowly returning to normal. He licked his lips nervously, then, with both hands, grabbed Jinki by the shoulders, pulling him back down, their lips smashing together. Onew opened his mouth, allowing Minho to press his tongue in, his own pressing back just as firmly. Pulling back for air, Onew said, “Lay with me for a while?”
Minho leaned forward, nipping playfully along Onew’s jaw then lapping at the small, red mark he left. “Yeah,” he breathed out at last, wrapping his arms around Jinki’s neck and pulling the older boy back down to lay across his chest. Onew pulled the blankets back over them and the two snuggled close, enjoying the coziness. Closing his eyes, Onew drifted back to sleep, while Minho thought about the fun he’d have waking up his hyung later on.
Author: manaphasm
Rating: pg-13. If petting were salsa, this would be medium.
Pairing: Minho/Onew
Summary: What would you do, for a little extra sleep?
This is for wishunew, who was on my case for some tofuho love. Also, le gasp, she was totz my beta on this one.
Everyone else was up and getting ready. Everyone except Onew, who had somehow managed to roll out of his bed overnight and was snuggled on the floor underneath a tangled mountain of blankets, his head under his pillow to block out any noise and his legs curled up to his chest. Footsteps moved back and forth along the hallway outside the bedroom, before the singer heard the door push open and the footsteps come closer. Staying completely still, he tried to go back to sleep. No way I’m getting up, he thought. It’s cold out there, and my bed’s so warm. The footsteps stopped just as they reached his side, and after a brief pause, a socked foot nudged lightly at his backside.
“Hyung?”
Go away, Minho, Onew thought. I’m sleeping.
“Jinki-hyung, I know you’re awake,” Minho said, voice haughty, as though he had beaten Onew at some undeclared contest. “I can see you moving and your breathing isn’t even enough for someone who’s still asleep.”
Damn, Onew thought as he groaned and uncurled a little, slowly inching himself and his pile of warmth away from the current killjoy.
“Come on, it’s time to get up,” Minho informed the leader. Onew continued to inch away, and the rapper just shook his head in exasperated amusement, before following after him. This time, he leaned forward, reaching a hand out to shake the singer awake, but before he could get close enough for his fingers to even brush against the older boy, a hand shot out of the blanket mound and grabbed around his wrist, giving a firm tug that set Minho off balance, making him topple over into the pile alongside his leader.
“Hyung?” Minho asked, his voice confused as he lay across Onew and his pile of blankets. He wiggled until he was lying at the leader’s side instead of on top of him, and as he did so, the older boy opened up his blankets and flopped half of them over his younger friend. Snuggling up to Minho’s side, Onew tried to go back to sleep.
“Hyung?” Minho said again. Onew groaned louder this time. What now, he thought. Maybe Minho needs a distraction?
Onew cracked open his eyes, squinting at all of the light in the room. He tilted his head to look up at the rapper who, even lying down, still managed to be positioned higher up. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, and then turned around to face Minho. Crawling forward, he leaned down over the boy, nearly nose to nose. Minho gulped as Onew’s hot breath tickled across his face, his cheeks turning a dozen shades of pink. The older boy smirked naughtily before leaning forward to press his lips to Minho’s. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock. Taking it as an opportunity, Jinki slipped his tongue into Minho’s mouth, caressing the insides of his cheeks before nudging against Minho’s tongue. Before the younger boy even had a chance to snap out of his daze, Onew pulled away, moving on to kiss along Minho’s jaw until he reached his throat, suckling there as Minho’s breathing grew heavy.
“H-hyung,” Minho gasped between gulps of air. “Wh-what are you do-ing?” Onew continued lapping at Minho’s throat, rolling his eyes and thinking, Isn’t it obvious? Reaching down to Minho’s side, he slipped his hand up his shirt, caressing the younger boy’s abdomen and relishing in the sharp intake of breath that came with it. Then he pulled away, just a little, so he was hovering over Minho, and watched him trying to catch his breath.
“Do you wanna go get ready, now?” Onew said. Minho stared up at him through half lidded eyes, his breath slowly returning to normal. He licked his lips nervously, then, with both hands, grabbed Jinki by the shoulders, pulling him back down, their lips smashing together. Onew opened his mouth, allowing Minho to press his tongue in, his own pressing back just as firmly. Pulling back for air, Onew said, “Lay with me for a while?”
Minho leaned forward, nipping playfully along Onew’s jaw then lapping at the small, red mark he left. “Yeah,” he breathed out at last, wrapping his arms around Jinki’s neck and pulling the older boy back down to lay across his chest. Onew pulled the blankets back over them and the two snuggled close, enjoying the coziness. Closing his eyes, Onew drifted back to sleep, while Minho thought about the fun he’d have waking up his hyung later on.