Fences [1/6]
Title: Fences
Author: meridianslair
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Summary: Kibum thinks it's fun to make Jonghyun want him when he knows Jonghyun is afraid of getting caught.
A/N: Series of oneshots based on paramore songs. It's a collab between sodonii_chan and I. 8)
I'm sitting in a room,
Made up of only big white walls and in the halls
There are people looking through
The window in the door, and they know exactly what we're here for.
“That’s SHINee, isn’t it?”
“They are so good looking!”
“They’re working on a new album?”
The three female SME employees outside the door were anything but quiet. Couldn’t they tell they were in the middle of recording? As if he didn’t already hate this place, it was so bland, and now there are fangirls that work here squealing over them.
Kibum looked around the room disgust, “Why are all of these rooms so plain? It’s disgusting.”
“It’s a recording area, a workplace, not a place of luxury,” their manager replied.
“Still, you think they’d add a bit of color. I don’t even think I can stand being in here.”
“You think the company wants to pay more money than they have to? Because of lawsuits they’re in enough trouble as it is, get over it,” he could tell his voices showed irritation and hate.
He huffed and sat between Jonghyun and Jinki on the uncomfortable couch. You think they’d at least get comfortable chairs if people have to sit in here for hours, days, weeks even.
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be.
They had already been stuck in the cramped room for several hours. They’d got the introduction to the album finished. Yeah, insert diva eye roll here, only the introduction. All of the members were spread all over the room looking over the lyrics for the album while the composers pulled what seemed like random music out of their asses.
Kibum had probably looked over his lyrics a million times by now and practiced them in his head. It was fucking boring every time they had to come out with a single and an entire album is even worse. They’d be practicing and memorizing for weeks upon weeks. The dances were almost just as bad since they were forced to practice them nonstop until they fainted, literally. But Kibum liked dancing; it was one thing he always loved. His quick learning skills always made learning dances so much easier, and it was kind of addicting.
His eyes eventually trailed off the paper and onto person to his left, Jonghyun. He kept changing positions and huffing, trying to ignore the few people squealing while passing the recording room. Anyone could tell he didn’t want to be there, and it made him seem arrogant in a way.
Kibum leaned close to Jonghyun’s ear, whispering, “Don’t make them think you don’t want to be here.”
The older shivered at the close contact and nodded eyes wide open, scooting away from the other. Kibum smirked; Jonghyun was turned on by him. Ever since Jonghyun had caught him masturbating last week he’d been acting funny around Kibum. Well this is going to be fun.
You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from,
Don't you know by now,
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.
He needed a stress reliever, preferably a quick fuck. But when you’re an idol in Korea, sex isn’t something you get often. The companies tell you, “Young children look up to you guys, you have to act appropriate,” and “The fans see you as their ideal men.” That’s pretty much saying don’t do shit that’ll be inappropriate for the public to find out about.
He never really did have a lot of sex, but being an idol makes you do things you’d never consider doing. Like until now, he’d never considered screwing his best friend. But once he found Kibum masturbating on his bunk one night, he began lusting for him. It was driving him insane, but it would be going too far if he did anything sexual with his band mate and friend.
If the company or manager heard about it they would both be screwed. He couldn’t afford such a pricey risk, this was all he had. Barely passing each class because he was too busy practicing and going to his schedules. Falling asleep during class because he was forced to be up too late, he barely learned anything.
If he did anything to damage his reputation he could never stay in the business as a singer or songwriter. He’d end up working several part time jobs to survive for the rest of life. Even though his future was on the line if anything like that ever happened with him and Kibum again he just might forget about everything and fuck him into the wall. Damn, my life sucks.
And it's obvious that your dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
“Hello we are SHINee!” the unison of the five was actually kind of sickening at times.
It’s not like their bond was fake, they were practically one, but sometimes the sweetness in their voices caused Kibum to gag. After each recording they would leave, tired from a day’s work. But there was one person who seemed perfect on camera but off was a total mess lately. Kim Jonghyun.
On set he would be the happy cheery dinosaur, but once off set he was like a sick puppy. His feet dragged, his back hunched, and once the layered makeup was washed away the bags under his eyes were clearly visible. Of course they were all tired and looked the part, but Jonghyun was on a level the rest of SHINee just could not reach.
Before they knew it, they were receiving yet another award. The tears streaming down each member’s face as Jinki gave an acceptance speech. Kibum noticed Jonghyun’s hysterical crying and moved towards him, holding him close, running circles along his back attempting to soothe the older boy. It didn’t really help considering Kibum was also bawling his eyes out.
By the time they were filing into the van Jonghyun was still crying. Everyone knew he was overly emotional, but Kibum could tell that his tears were not only of happiness but stress and weariness. He made sure to sit next to the older boy sitting in an odd position, and forced Jonghyun’s head onto his chest. Jonghyun’s hand clutched at his shirt digging his head into the younger’s chest.
Kibum hesitantly lifted his hand, resting it on his head. Noticing Jonghyun not caring about his hand, he slowly stroked his hair. Apparently it worked in calming him because minutes later he lifted his head using his sleeves to wipe away the tears, and looked into Kibum’s eyes.
He couldn’t exactly tell what emotions were in Jonghyun’s eyes, but he just wanted to cheer the boy up. Lifting his index fingers to Jonghyun’s lips, he pushed the corners up causing his cheeks to puff up and his eyes squint.
“Smile.”
Jonghyun sniffed and tried holding back a laugh. The two received weird looks from everyone in the fan, but they didn’t even notice.
They were lost in the moment.
If you let me I could,
I'd show you how to build your fences,
Set restrictions, seprate from the world.
The constant battle that you hate to fight,
Just blame the limelight...
They said they were going out to eat. Well, they lied.
The small hotel was owned by a small old lady. She wouldn’t be able to recognize them, just think they’re youngsters with odd fashion sense. And that’s what exactly happened; the old lady gave them the key to their room complaining about young people these days.
Ignoring the senile old lady they calmly up the stairs to the room. The awkwardness was heavy and Kibum had no clue what to do in this kind of situation, it was choking him.
Earlier at the photo shoot when they had made out in the bathroom it wasn’t awkward at all. Why now?
Jonghyun grabbed his hand gently and pulled him into the room. When had they even made it to the third floor?
The room wasn’t the best thing in the world, but it filled its purpose. Jonghyun had shoved him onto the bed forcefully, crawling on top of him. Their mouths molded together and moved slowly unlike their first kiss. There was no rush or feeling of being caught by someone.
Their tongues dancing rather than fighting, bodies moving in a long drawn out rhythm. Clothes being taken off in no rush, hands roaming in forbidden places. Jonghyun’s long fingers stretching and teasing his insides causing desperate moans.
Kibum felt like he was being ripped open as Jonghyun slid inside of him. Jonghyun looked at the tears forming at the corner of his eyes, “We shouldn’t be doing this. I-I don’t want to do this.”
He looked at the older, “Just do it.”
Jonghyun pulled out almost all the way out and thrust back into the tight heat. Each thrust was faster and harder than before. The pain was disappearing every time Jonghyun hit his sweet spot making him moan uncontrollably. They were both so close, but neither wanted it to end.
Kibum came first stroking his erection harder than he meant to screaming Jonghyun’s name. The sight of Kibum screaming his name and the muscles clenching around him was too much, cum soaking Kibum’s hole.
When they got back to the dorm several hours later, no one questioned where they were. It was a good thing too because they wouldn’t know how to respond.
Yeah, yeah you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in.
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this big talking
So now let's see you walk it.
I said let's see you walk it.
He was being pinned against the inside of a bathroom stall, “Really Jjong, you couldn’t pick a place more sanitary?”
“Shut up or else someone might find us,” his lips attaching to Kibum’s neck and hand crawling up his shirt, pinching the small nubs.
Gasping at the sensation he replied, “Well you better hurry the fuck up, we only have ten minutes before we go on stage.”
Jonghyun’s hand disappeared from under Kibum’s shirt and both hands worked on pulling the younger’s pants down. Once the pants were down to his ankles he turned the boy around, “Then we better make this quick, huh?”
Kibum could hear the sound of Jonghyun unzipping his own pants and before he knew it Jonghyun’s cock slammed inside of his ass. It hurt, but not as much as it use to. He was use to them fucking whenever they had the chance, both never knowing how long this would last.
He tried his hardest not to moan when Jonghyun’s hip picked up the pace. “Just admit you’re afraid of being caught,” Kibum said in between pants, knowing it would anger him.
Jonghyun’s grip on his hips got harder and then he could feel one hand peel off. The hand came up and pulled his hair with a hard force, “Just, shut the fuck up,” he growled.
Kibum knew Jonghyun was afraid of getting caught, and that’s what made everything so much fun.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, yeah oh oh open wide.
Yeah, oh oh open wide,
'Cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
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Sorry sodonii_chan I couldn't help but put it up today, posting it made me feel better 83
I hope everyone liked it? I'm sorry if it's really confusing at times, it was a challenge to write this I'll tell you that much! Makes me fear how the other two oneshots I have to write are going to turn out.
Please look forward to sodonii_chan 's oneshot when she posts it! 8D