Front Man
Title: Front Man
Pairing: Jongtae
Length: 6,790 words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, au
Summary: Jonghyun never expected to take such an interest in his opening band's lead singer.
Lee Taemin was a newcomer in the scene. A kid, someone who everyone around swore was twenty and perfectly legal, but appeared not a day over eighteen in Jonghyun's eyes. He walked with a haughty air around him, an aura of being untouchable and too good for anyone to even look at or fantasize about. Jonghyun had never met him personally; his only knowledge of the kid came from gossip from his band mates and a brief second of eye contact when Taemin was walking down the hall into his group's dressing room and Jonghyun was heading to the restroom.
For a newcomer, Lee Taemin seemed to know what he was doing.
The crowd that night went absolutely insane for the opening act, the girls screeching after the young androgynous boy as he hunched over the mic-stand to growl through the speakers and belt out raw, unpolished notes in a charismatic way that had even Jonghyun stopping and raising his brows.
Wow.
He watched the performance for longer than he would have any other-he was headlining, he should've been warming up with his group and not bothering with the mediocre opening acts-because that kid had some serious appeal. More appeal than he would have ever expected from someone who was clearly not as old as he claimed to be. More appeal than the average teen-angsty rock star wannabe in tight leather jeans and a red plaid button-up he saw on the street.
Taemin dropped to his knees in the middle of the stage at a lull in the music (the distorted guitar and wild drums and thrumming bass line that paled completely in comparison to the front man's magnetism), neck falling sideways, eyes closed, lips parting and tongue swiping across.
Jonghyun froze, a wave of heat going through him that had nothing to do with the stage lights. His already skintight jeans felt even tighter at once, because that kid's sex appeal was through the fucking roof.
The leather pants he wore were like another layer of skin, stretching taut over his thin thighs and reflecting the tacky red stage lights in a manner that had Jonghyun's throat drying. His neck was long and his Adam's apple bobbed around a swallow; there was a sheen of sweat existing already but as Jonghyun watched, a drop slid from his hairline to beneath the collar of the fitted plaid shirt he wore, and for the first time, Jonghyun considered that maybe he needn't worry with groupies that night, because his perfect ideal type was on his knees in the middle of the stage with wet lips and shut eyes and thin wrists and short fingers that looked like they would fit just as perfectly around his cock like they did the microphone.
The singer let out a shuddering breath, trying to regain his composure when he felt his arousal stir again. He had to perform soon; he couldn't go onstage like that.
Fuck, but he couldn't help it when he watched Taemin rock back to his feet and curl a hand over the guitarist's shoulder, head-banging with every crash of the cymbals, short auburn hair whipping back and forth, brows furrowed, sweat drops catching in the colored lights with every move.
It was just as attractive as it was frustrating. A surge of jealousy twisted Jonghyun's gut that he wasn't that guitarist that Taemin was moving in sync with, that it wasn't his shoulder that Taemin clung onto.
His own shoulder would suit Taemin much better, he thought to himself. He was stronger and more muscular than that guitarist, sculpted after hours upon hours bulking up in the gym. Taemin would like that better, he knew, because everyone liked that better and Hell, even if Taemin wasn't into guys, he would be after Jonghyun was finished with him.
It was a bit shocking to Jonghyun how quickly his internal switch went from "absolutely indifferent" to "determined to fuck by the end of the night."
But he really couldn't help it, not when Taemin looked the way he did and held himself with that much self-confidence and looked that fucking sexy when he swiveled his hips just enough to entice more screams from the crowd.
Jonghyun wasn't sure where he learned stuff like that, since he'd only been part of the scene for maybe a month, but goddamn, he wanted to shake hands with and bow to whoever taught him.
The final drum beat sounded and a power chord rang out in the dark venue, and honestly, the ending of the song was so lackluster that Jonghyun was cringing. The band really wasn't that great, but Taemin sure as hell was good enough to compensate for it. Especially when he tipped his head back and his Adam's apple jutted out and his neck rolled to gaze at the crowd.
Jonghyun actually got weak in his knees. He couldn't remember that happening in years.
He thought he'd seen everything, had been with enough guys and girls and any combination of the two at the same time that nothing could excite him anymore, but it seemed that the kid onstage, bursting with energy and sex appeal, with his raspy boyish voice and figure that was too skinny and perfect all at the same time, was enough to knock him sideways again.
Jonghyun was leaned against the wall with crossed arms and the haughtiest expression he could muster while he was still trying to will away a half-hard erection that made his pants increasingly uncomfortable.
He and Taemin met eyes again as the kid was walking offstage.
Jonghyun cocked a brow and Taemin smirked in return. Close-up, Jonghyun could see the smoky rings of kohl around his eyes had smeared, his foundation dripping down his neck and leaving it dismally streaky.
Yeah, this kid was the sexiest thing he'd probably ever seen in his life.
Taemin didn't try to look away when Jonghyun openly gawked at him, unable to stop himself. His gaze was like a challenge, like an invitation, even, if Jonghyun wasn't mistaken or interpreting things only in his own favor.
He was surprised Taemin didn't seem star struck, wasn't in at least a little bit of awe that he was staring right into the eyes of the Kim Jonghyun, the king of the underground scene, the person everyone notoriously loved and hated, the most popular and least at the same time.
Taemin looked utterly unfazed by Jonghyun's status. There was no way he didn't recognize him, after all.
Jonghyun's ego was a little hurt and his libido was heightened.
Yeah, he was definitely going after Taemin right when he was finished performing.
The fact that the kid needed punishment for not respecting those higher than him on the rock star food chain was reason enough for Jonghyun.
Kim Jonghyun made Taemin incredibly nervous.
He was the Kim Jonghyun, the lead singer of arguably the most popular rock band in Seoul's underground scene, the epitome of sexual energy, and the reigning champion of frustration.
Taemin knew it was a mistake to watch his performance backstage, especially considering the way he'd looked at him earlier like he was about to fucking get eaten alive. Despite all that, he found himself gawking at the man shamelessly from the stage wings.
He was utterly transfixed, sight glued to the man's muscular torso that was completely exposed after ripping his shirt clean over his head. His abs were fucking perfect, his arms just the same. A thick vein bulged in his neck when he sang out high notes with his head thrown back, and his hips jutted forward to accentuate his slim waist and masculine pecs.
Taemin found himself thinking the same thing as a good nine-tenths of the crowd that night:
God, what he wouldn't give for Kim Jonghyun to fuck him.
His mouth went dry when Jonghyun kneeled down to get closer to the audience, the girls in front screaming and reaching out to touch him, to even graze the deliciously sweaty dark skin that was teasing them, so close but still much too far.
Taemin gritted his back teeth and tried to swallow (but it caught in his throat) as Jonghyun leaned forward on his knees, holding the mic tighter so his back flexed, the ink of arguably the sexiest tattoos in existence (script art between his shoulder blades and a black and grey pirate ship huge on his lower back and side, not even to mention the traditional Japanese style sleeves on both arms all the way up his shoulders) stretching and constricting with every muscle. The line of his back was so tempting from here, the back of his neck glistening with sweat that rolled down the indention of his spine. Taemin watched every drop with bated breath until they caught on the black leather of his belt of waist of his obscenely tight white jeans.
He wondered what the hell that look earlier meant. Maybe it was meant for him, maybe it wasn't; maybe he was reading too far into it because Kim Jonghyun had been the object of his sexual fantasies for months now. He wanted Jonghyun to look at him like that, wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end of the stares he shot the crowd, wanted to experience firsthand the things he'd only heard through the grapevine, things concerning after-parties and hotel rooms and sometimes several men or women at the same time. Jonghyun was more or less a legend to the groupies, and even though Taemin didn't consider himself a groupie (he was still in shock that he was actually opening for Jonghyun's band after only fronting his own band for a few months), he wouldn't mind owning that title for just one night. Or two. Or however many nights were available, really.
Any train of thought Taemin had was halted, crashed, burned, demolished as soon as Jonghyun reached into his back pocket and pulled out the star of every performance-
Somehow, a shirtless Kim Jonghyun standing and swaying at a mic stand was only rendered more tempting when a pair of handcuffs were constricting his wrists, and the cocky motherfucker of a lead singer knew that; he had to know it, because the way his brows twitched and the most infuriating smirk spread across those full lips was beyond anyone's imagination, far beyond any rational amount of confidence. Jonghyun very much owned his stage with charisma and sex appeal along with undeniable talent, if the rumors of his years in vocal lessons actually were true.
But honestly, Taemin didn't give a fuck about what Jonghyun was singing as long as those handcuffs were around his wrists and his hands were clinging to the mic stand hard enough to make his shoulder muscles strain and his biceps flex.
He was probably doing all of that on purpose, but Taemin didn't mind much, not when the colors of his sleeve tattoos were rippling with every move, lines quivering under the strain, sweat thick and dripping, pooling in the dips of his arms and his chest, glistening over every flat plane.
This was the last song, and as much as he loved to watch Jonghyun perform, Taemin was incredibly grateful it was ending soon. His pants were partly tented and that was humiliating in itself, but he also had to face his band mates after and try to make an excuse for being so late coming back to the dressing room.
He'd almost fully gathered the strength to tear away from the live images of his walking wet dream, but his will diminished as Jonghyun bowed and thanked his fans, waving with his wrists still connected by a metal chain-very much sweaty and disheveled-as he jogged backstage again.
Jonghyun bowed to the crew, an endearingly giddy wide grin on his face, thanking everyone who offered him a pat on the back.
Taemin was slowly but surely backing out of the area, and again his plans were thwarted because, well, Jonghyun was staring at him again.
But instead of keeping his gaze locked with his own like the last two times, Jonghyun's eyes unashamedly raked over Taemin's body. How he licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, was enough to make Taemin shiver.
And to make matters worse, his eyes lingered on Taemin's crotch, brows rising slightly because-fuck fuck fuck-he noticed that he was hard.
Jonghyun strode right over to Taemin without giving the younger any time to think or retreat or breathe.
"Mind helping me with these?" Jonghyun asked, voice throaty and a bit hoarse from all the screaming he'd just done onstage.
It was hotter than anything Taemin had ever heard in his life.
But for being young, Taemin was confident in his own right. He wasn't an expert like the older, but he knew how to play Jonghyun's game, how to be a complete tease when he needed to be.
He wanted to keep Jonghyun's attention, to make him want more. He didn't want Jonghyun to know that he fantasized about him too often to be healthy.
"Don't you have the key?" Taemin asked, just as levelly as Jonghyun. His expression was a practiced apathy, perfect for the image he was trying to build.
Jonghyun's brows rose and he countered Taemin's bored voice by lowering his, speaking in a slower, more seductive drawl. "I can't reach it in my pocket, I thought you could help."
Taemin snorted, feigning disinterest. "If you can hold onto your belt buckle, you can reach your pocket."
"So you were watching me?"
"Weren't you watching me too?" He responded a little too defensively, a little too quickly, and internally winced.
Jonghyun's smirk grew and he dropped his wrists in front of him, fishing in his pocket-how he even fit his hand in there was beyond Taemin, because his pants were ridiculously tight-for the tiny key to the handcuffs. "Yes, I was watching. I saw you get on your knees during your song. I liked that. Hope I can see it again sometime soon," He spoke as casually as he would about the weather, and everything was happening so abruptly that Taemin had to pause to contain himself.
"I open for you again next week," He could hear that his voice was too shaky to be entirely convincing.
Jonghyun glanced up from where he was fiddling with the key in the cuffs. His lips parted in a dangerous grin, bottom canines visible from that angle and good fucking lord Taemin just wanted Jonghyun to grab his hair and bite down on his shoulder with no remorse.
"You know what I meant," Jonghyun said, confidence unwavering.
Oh fuck.
"What's in it for me?" The question was code word for 'yes please let me suck you off I want to so badly.'
Jonghyun tipped his head to the side just slightly, eyes narrowing, dark smears of eye makeup becoming more and more apparent as his eyes hooded. "It depends on if you're as good as you look."
Taemin froze, stomach churning with nerves.
"It's Taemin, right?" He asked, tone suddenly brightening.
He nodded mutely.
"Twenty years old?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, his true age something he was never willing to disclose. "Give or take."
Jonghyun's eyes narrowed again. Leave it to someone like him to get excited at the prospect of a taboo. "Well, you can call me 'hyung,' then."
His stomach jolted.
"You should follow me, Taemin. I want to show you something, if you're interested," The way he bored his eyes into Taemin's, fire apparent, left no room to deny him.
Taemin didn't realize that he was following Jonghyun through the throng of people backstage, motor skills acting on their own, until they were stopped in front of a door in a hallway he didn't know existed. He was in shock, in total shock, that the Kim Jonghyun was offering to have sex with him. He was the lucky groupie at the end of the night.
"What's in here?" He fought to steady his voice and keep his facade of indifference.
It faded when Jonghyun's predatory grin returned. He stepped forward into Taemin's space, heat from his still-glistening upper body making his head spin. A hand reached out, handcuffs dangling from that wrist, and landed on the dip of his waist, solid and hot even through his flannel shirt.
His eyes squeezed shut and he tried to calm his racing heart when Jonghyun leaned in, lips unnecessarily close to the shell of his ear.
"Just the promise of the best fuck of your life."
Taemin's hand shot out and twisted the doorknob more quickly than he could contain.
A step and a half into the cramped supply closet, Taemin was whipped around and pushed roughly against the door.
His back arched and a pulse of pain went through him, but the agonized groan he formed was muffled by lips crashing into his own.
Taemin couldn't stop himself from shaking, head tipping to the side, blood rushing through him as he suddenly felt Jonghyun everywhere.
His tongue pushed past his lips and his hands slid under his shirt, searing his bare skin, breath hot against his cheek between the rushed, staccato kisses.
Taemin didn't hesitate a single second; his hands flew to press flat against Jonghyun's still-slick sides; he felt his muscles shifting under his fingers and it was the sexiest thing he'd ever felt. He'd been with muscular men before, but nothing like Jonghyun. The fact that it was Jonghyun at all made every sensation of the aggressive handling, the shameless slide of fingertips over his skin-wait, when did his shirt get on the ground?-, the kisses that could barely be called that, any hint of chaste hesitance marred by bruising presses and clashing teeth and curling tongues in pure lust, so much hotter.
Jonghyun's torso was pressed flush against Taemin's, and the feeling of the older's damp skin sliding on his own, the solid and stifling heat, was almost enough to make him succumb right there and become a ragdoll for Jonghyun to toy with as he pleased. His every sense felt heightened and at the same time muddled as he could breathe in his idol, his greatest fantasy, all musk and fresh sweat and dripping cosmetics, the perfect mixture to drive Taemin insane.
Taemin held steady as best he could; as much as he wanted to run his hands all over Jonghyun's chest, down his collarbones and over the mole in between them, over his nipples-the ones he could feel hardening as he pressed against Taemin-, until he was tracing every flawless line of his abs and the dips of his hip bones, he was more than content to have all of those things rolling against him as Jonghyun grinded his hips into Taemin's pelvis.
Taemin couldn't breathe and he was okay with that for a few different reasons, but he sensed heat creeping through his neck up to his cheeks from the lack of oxygen and only then did he pull away from Jonghyun's overwhelmingly good mouth, knocking his head so hard against the door behind him that he saw stars in the black canopy of his shut eyes.
He blinked slowly, the motion the only slow thing between them at all, with Jonghyun's growing erection against the top of his thigh and Taemin's own hands roaming over the older's back, fingertips hypersensitive to the texture of his skin, how it was just slightly different where he was tattooed, something that had him growing harder in his leather pants. He hissed when the cold metal of the handcuffs came in contact with bare skin, arched away from the sear of too-cold on too-hot, and Jonghyun lapped it up, fingernails biting into his flesh and forcing him impossibly closer.
It was all too much to process and still it wasn't enough, his vision black around the edges as he took in Kim Jonghyun's appearance there in front of him, so close, closer than he ever dreamed, lips parted and swollen over bared teeth, pupils dilated and brows nearly meeting in the middle; his makeup was thick and caked and ruined to say the least from the amount of perspiration shining on his skin.
Taemin's gut twisted and his heart was going to stop soon, he knew it, because it was racing too fast and fuck, he was so overwhelmed. He'd seen Jonghyun in a lot of forms, saw his passion when he sang and his exaggerated seduction as he lolled his tongue for the masses, but nothing he'd ever seen measured up to how intense it was to see him with inky black eyes and blood red lips. It was the most perfect image of Jonghyun that Taemin had seen yet.
"Handcuffs," Taemin panted out, the only cohesive thing he could form with the electricity going through him. If he was going to go through with this to the end, he thought vaguely at the back of his mind, he wasn't going to be a bland submissive kid in Jonghyun's eyes; by the end of this, he didn't want to be loosely remembered as some guy Jonghyun fucked in the supply closet. He wanted Jonghyun to remember this; he wanted to try something to stand out from the other glorious and inevitably more experienced partners Jonghyun had in the past.
Jonghyun grinned suggestively, breath whistling between his teeth as he panted, and shook his wrist just to make the chain clink again, just as it'd been doing the whole time, "What about them?"
The younger had an idea, but he didn't want to let Jonghyun know of it just yet. It was too good, too fucking good, feeling Jonghyun's hand curl into the back of his hair and tug at the strands unforgivingly, jerking his head to the side so he could mouth over his exposed neck.
Taemin stiffened and sucked in a gasp as he finally got the bite he'd been wanting, Jonghyun's teeth closing over the junction of his neck and shoulder and then sucking it hard enough that it would leave a bruise.
"What about them?" Jonghyun repeated pressing his lips over the angle of his jaw.
Taemin took advantage of the older's hand dropping down to his waist, same as the other one. More quickly than he thought he could manage, he grabbed the unlocked, hanging cuff and locked it over Jonghyun's wrist, trapping him with the handcuffs like he'd been onstage.
Jonghyun stopped for a moment, eyebrows shooting up his forehead, not in offense but in an expression of surprise, of being quite impressed with how Taemin was daring enough to do something like that.
The younger grinned mischievously, wrapping both bare arms around Jonghyun's neck and kissing him, lips giving teasing sucks to his tongue just because he could tell he liked it in the way his fingers flexed and curled against his abdomen.
Without warning, the older's teeth clamped down on Taemin's lower lip and pulled at it so hard the streak of pain was strong enough to make Taemin jolt. He cried out-fuck, he'd been so good at holding in his tell-tale sounds until now-and Jonghyun chuckled, tongue darting out to soothe the pain, that sensation alone enough to make Taemin's toes curl in his boots.
Taemin gasped in air, a thrum of pleasure beating in the pit of his stomach, a warm buzz over every inch of his skin. His hands grappled for leverage on Jonghyun's slick skin, sliding down the dip of his spine and resting on his hips, fingers curling and nails cutting into the skin. Jonghyun's hands were trapped between their torsos and Taemin was starting to regret cuffing him again because his skin burned with the need to feel Jonghyun touching him again, the mere seconds that his sweat was beginning to cool lasting far too long for Taemin to handle.
Jonghyun hummed in Taemin's ear, thrusting shallowly against his thigh, and a thrill went through Taemin when he felt just how hard Jonghyun had become, and all from him.
His hand reached the back of Jonghyun's neck and he pulled him forcefully back to his lips; the older's mouth vibrated into Taemin's own with a groan more musical than anything Taemin had heard that night.
"Gonna let me fuck you, Taemin?" Jonghyun asked, backing away just enough to look Taemin in the eye. The tips of his hair were jet black and wet, mouth open, breath beating against Taemin's chin.
He shuddered at the straightforward words. Oh god, this was all real, he was really standing, shirtless and sweaty with Kim Jonghyun, in a supply closet and rutting against each other, harder than he thought possible and still so impatient it was beginning to physically hurt. "Yes," He said, lips trembling, "Please-"
"Turn around," He said, quiet and labored, eyes hooded as he looked at Taemin.
The younger obliged without question, turning to face the door and bracing his forearms against it, pushing back purposely against Jonghyun's crotch.
Jonghyun groaned outright for the first time and it had Taemin reflexively rolling his spine more insistently and grinding his ass right into the stiff cock still trapped beneath Jonghyun's button and zipper.
Taemin felt tingling throughout his whole body, irrepressible due to excitement partnered with how good it felt to have Jonghyun's dick pressing against him.
"Your pants, Taemin," Jonghyun said, lips tracing the shell of his ear.
Taemin took the suggestion without hesitation, unzipping his too-snug pants and peeling the leather down his thighs. He could feel a damp spot in the front of his boxers, but he didn't have time to be ashamed, not when he suddenly felt something stiff and blunt sliding up his crack.
Jonghyun lifted his arms over Taemin's head, palms pressing against the door. Taemin could feel the heat surrounding him, could see the tattoos that only accentuated the muscle definition, a kaleidoscope of color too close for his eyes to focus upon.
"How about I take you dry right here?" The tip of Jonghyun's tongue teased Taemin's earlobe, his hot breath making him shiver as it hit a sensitive point behind his ear.
It was all Taemin could do to will himself not to tremble. He was hyperaware of every tiny movement of Jonghyun's hips, thrusting agonizingly slowly along the crevice of Taemin's ass.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Dry and rough, right here where anyone could walk in. The door isn't even locked, you know. And I can't lock it, because of these handcuffs," He jiggled the chain a bit, as if Taemin needed reminding that they were there.
He was panting again, dick twitching just from Jonghyun's words spoken in that voice, the low guttural voice that he'd never heard onstage ever, but was very partial to now because it was spoken right into his ear for only him. Those words were his alone, not shared with hundreds in a crowd. Only his. "Yes, hyung, yes," He was close to begging, so close, because this was becoming too much for his arousal to handle.
"I could fuck you and hold you against me just like this," Without warning, he jerked his arms back, the metal chain of the handcuffs almost cutting into Taemin's neck as it constricted his breathing, forcing him against Jonghyun's chest.
Pre-cum dripped down Taemin's cock as he choked and gasped, the chain only pulling tighter to stop him from breathing at all. He started to get lightheaded, grappling for Jonghyun's arms for something to grip but dear god, he did not want him to stop, to break away. Pleasure ripped through him and his chest constricted, more aroused now than he had been all night.
"I wouldn't peg you as one for breath play," Jonghyun said coolly, moving the handcuffs away from Taemin's throat to let him cough and catch his breath, chest heaving, knees weak. Jonghyun was holding him up completely now, blood rushing from his head back into his dick. He felt hot all over, too fucking hot.
Taemin rubbed at the indentations the metal left just below his Adam's apple, checking to see if he'd drawn blood and honestly not sure whether he was relieved or not when he saw there was none.
"Oh, and these," Jonghyun spoke against the back of Taemin's neck (and interrupted thoughts quick as a round of bullets of how much he just wanted Jonghyun to abuse him, to fuck him so hard he couldn't walk for a week), holding his arms out straight again, hands fisted to accentuate the veins in his arm, "Are novelty. Weak as a kid's toy." He jerked his arms just once and the chain broke, particles falling to the ground, chain and metal still hanging from Jonghyun's wrists.
But that wasn't what Taemin noticed; what he felt above anything was the way Jonghyun's muscles flexed against his back with the movement, pecs clenching against his back, shoulders tensing, biceps bulging.
He was shaking from arousal, Jonghyun absolutely overwhelming, from the breath on the back of his neck to the cock trapped between their bodies.
"Fuck me, please-" The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, back arching off Jonghyun's chest to grind his ass back into his cock.
The growl he received right in his ear was better than anything he'd heard the entire night.
His eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
"Pants off. Get on the floor." Jonghyun ordered lowly, words clipped and impatient. He backed away from Taemin in search of something in the room.
The younger instantly worked to slide his boots off and then work his pants and boxers, which had fallen no lower than his knees, all the way off.
"Good fucking lord, Taemin, you're-"
The younger looked up, nerves twisting in his gut as Jonghyun cursed unexpectedly as he lowered himself to the small empty space in the middle of the ground like he asked.
He shook his head, at a loss for words, and knelt down on top of him too quickly for Taemin's eyes to linger on his fully nude form standing at a shelf.
Jonghyun captured his lips in a fast, careless kiss. He licked a stripe from his collarbone to the peak of his chin, the trail scorching, the feel of Jonghyun trapping him stifling in the best way he'd ever experienced.
"Tell me how you want it," Jonghyun whispered, grinding his dick on the inside of Taemin's thigh.
"Let me ride you," He said with a wave of baseless confidence. Fuck, this was his ultimate fantasy right within his reach; he was not going to pass it up. Four words were hardly a discrepancy for the feeling of Jonghyun's hard dick inside him, any fan's dream becoming reality.
The older grinned, a certain amount of thrill in his eyes, and he rolled onto his back, wordlessly offering Taemin to climb on top of him.
Taemin obliged in less than a second, straddling the man and watching him in awe.
He had to be dreaming, he decided, even though the sensation of Jonghyun's concrete heat and the view from here, everything exposed, flawless torso, gorgeous tattoos, disheveled hair, hooded eyes, was beyond what he could ever imagine.
Jonghyun handed him a tiny jar of vaseline-so that was what he'd been searching for a second ago, Taemin realized-and Taemin made quick work of slicking Jonghyun's dick with it.
The older inhaled sharply when Taemin touched him, eyebrows knitting together, but Taemin felt there was no time to waste doing this (perfect as it did feel to have Jonghyun in his hand) when they were both dying for Jonghyun to be inside him.
He didn't prepare himself, didn't waste any extra moment of foreplay.
Taemin fisted Jonghyun's cock to hold him steady and sat down slowly, pain shooting through him as he forced the intrusion inside.
His eyes closed tightly and he grated his teeth, chest tight with held breath as the pain of the stretch grew more and more pronounced with every centimeter. His nails dig into Jonghyun's thigh behind him, and the older's hands on his waist guide him more than soothe him. It's a good pain, he told himself again and again; pain like that always excited him more than it should.
He felt Jonghyun's hip bones cutting into his ass as he was fully seated, and a gust of air left his lungs. His eyes opened and he was greeted by the sight of Jonghyun propped on his elbows with a heaving chest and a head thrown back, every vein in his neck visible and no less than decadent. His mouth hung open and his tongue slid out to wet lips dried out by heavy breathing.
Taemin was stiff and willing himself to relax, pain shooting up his spine because Jonghyun was so deep inside him it should be impossible, all of this should be impossible, right down to the way the older's abs tightened and his features contorted in pleasure.
He breathed in and lifted himself up before dropping back down, the shallow movement enough to send a rush of pleasure and pain through his very fingertips.
Jonghyun's hold on his hips tightened, and Taemin could feel the tension in his body, telling him he was just as impatient as Taemin was.
"More," Jonghyun breathed out, bucking his hips up slightly, and there was no stopping Taemin from there.
It still hurt; it hurt a lot, but damn, that was even better. He bounced on Jonghyun's cock so hard and fast he felt his hip bones bruising him, and it only made him go faster.
"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good-"
Every move earned Taemin a moan, a breath, throaty, growling, filthy words, any noise that topped the one before it. It spurred him on, the burn of his hole being stretched forgotten in lieu of tearing more sounds from Jonghyun's lips.
These sounds were his and his alone.
"Nngh-you're so-quiet-Taemin," Jonghyun ground out, cracking his eyes to meet Taemin's. He raised a hand from Taemin's waist and fisted it in his hair, wrenching him down and causing a change in angle that had him crying out from the depths of his stomach.
His skin buzzed and his ears were filled with the sound of blood rushing as his hips continued to grind down onto Jonghyun, shallowly as it was, the tip of Jonghyun's dick slamming into his prostate so perfect, so pleasurable, that he was starting to see stars again.
That seemed to be what Jonghyun was going for, if the slinky smile spoke for anything. He angled Taemin's head to the side and rose up to growl into his ear, "You're a singer, aren't you? So sing for me."
It was at the exact same moment that Jonghyun bucked his hips upward, setting a perfectly erratic rhythm with Taemin's movements that dragged him deeper, deeper still, hitting his spot perfectly on every single fucking thrust.
His thighs trembled and he felt like he was made out of rubber, and still he continued, the agonizing pleasure more than he dreamed of, cock twitching as it remained painfully untouched.
Jonghyun fisted a hand around his dick and started pumping; Taemin choked on his breath and had to brace his hands on either of Jonghyun's knees to keep from falling forward.
"Feel good, Taemin?" The words were meant to be cocky, but all Taemin could hear was how ragged they were, how labored.
He cried out sharply when Jonghyun thrust upward particularly hard, broken moans and tortured breaths ripping from his throat with no regard; Jonghyun was wrecking him, splitting him open and slamming into him harder and better than he could have dreamed of, just as unforgiving as he could have hoped. Taemin was shaking; he couldn't stop, not when he was being jerked off with those hands, loose ends of the metal chain still brushing the skin of his thighs if he moved just right.
Just watching Jonghyun's face change and his lips tremble and quiver around his unique sounds, skin tinged with a deep flush down his neck, was enough to bring Taemin to bow his back in exhilaration. He felt like he was too close too fast, like he wasn't going fast enough but he needed to slow down so this could last longer and Jonghyun could get his fill of satisfaction for the day, so that Jonghyun would remember this and not have it just be another notch in his metaphorical bedpost.
But then he felt Jonghyun's muscles tense and his movements grow erratic, and Taemin knew Jonghyun was getting close, too.
He felt like his legs would give out any second, too strained and quaking with fatigue, and still he moved, the pleasure that numbed him to the bone with every stroke of Jonghyun's dick in him. He tasted blood in his mouth from how hard he was biting his lip, and his head was growing spacey again because he wasn't breathing right, he couldn't breathe right, not like this.
"Come, Taemin, come for me, baby-" He breathed out in tandem with Taemin's movements, jaw clenching as he looked between them at where he was disappearing into Taemin's body.
"I'm-" His words were cut off and he couldn't handle any more than a hoarse cry, the pleasure building in his body a sure sign that he was so close, so-
"Jonghyun, ah-" His mind went blank and his body went numb; he could feel his lips moving but he couldn't make out any sound other than buzzing in his ears, any hope of composure lost as he was all-but obliterated with the abruptness of his orgasm. He emptied his release into Jonghyun's closed fist and he panted out clipped whimpers, body stuttering to a hazed halt only to feel something warm and wet dripping down his thighs and blurry vision clearing to see Jonghyun with his head thrown back, a languid groan sounding from abused lips.
His arms were trembling and his elbows locked when he bent forward to slide off Jonghyun; his vision was still dotted with white spots, aftershocks making him quiver and his stomach turn. He almost felt sick with the crude pleasure, but he didn't regret a thing.
He all-but collapsed onto his stomach beside Jonghyun; he was messy as hell with sweat and cum and makeup smeared all over him, but he never expected this to be a clean ordeal.
"When do you open for me again?" Jonghyun asked after a mere moment of silence, voice raw and lacking its usual finesse.
Taemin sat up on his elbows to answer more comfortably; his back ached but he could handle it.
"Oh, and I mean when is your band opening for my band, not when are you opening for me, again, you know..."
Taemin didn't know whether he was being funny or arrogant or a combination of both, so he just answered his egotistical smile with a dirty glare. "Next Saturday," God, his voice sounded like hell.
Jonghyun chuckled, seeming to clue in to Taemin's worries. "Are you sure you'll be able to sing again by then?"
"Fuck off," Taemin shifted to sit up properly, trying to grab his shirt to put back on, but finding it to be a task, as Jonghyun was half-laying on it, eyes playfully challenging him.
"Give it to me," He said, strictly speaking about the shirt, but honestly he should have seen the innuendo in his words before Jonghyun pointed it out.
"I thought I just did,"
He grimaced. "Fine, I just won't wear a shirt anymore so I can seduce innocent fans into a quick fuck in a supply closet just like you do."
"I told you it'd be the best you ever had," Jonghyun appeared far too self-satisfied, sitting up and stretching his arms over his head.
Taemin couldn't help but stare, especially after everything he'd seen and felt those arms do. "Don't get cocky." He scolded with his false disinterest back into play. He pulled the shirt out from under Jonghyun and threw it on, ignoring that it was slightly damp with any mixture of sweat and semen he didn't want to worry about.
Jonghyun was still sitting naked on the ground by the time Taemin was fully dressed with a hand on the door handle to leave.
Taemin's eyes darted around unsurely. He'd never been a groupie before, not really, so he had no idea what he was supposed to do now. Thank him, maybe? But he obviously didn't need any inflating of his ego. So he stood, silent and awkward.
"When are you opening for me again?" Jonghyun asked a second time, a sly smile across his lips.
The younger sighed. "Saturday, I already-"
"Then I'll see you on Saturday. Maybe we can get a real bed next time."
Taemin blinked, then rolled his eyes, and then left. He didn't shut the door behind him on purpose, and just to mess with him further, he called, "No promises!" over his shoulder as he sauntered down the hall to his band's dressing room.
A/N - right so this is what happens when I wake up to jongtae feels realllll early in the morning and they last through the whole day.
it's not proofread properly but it's like seven in the morning and I've been up since yesterday at nine I hope you can forgive me for now and I'll edit it later
I just wanted to get this posted. 'cause feels. yeah.
also the beginning is in jonghyun's perspective because I forgot it was supposed to be from taemin's perspective shhhhhhh don't tell anyone I like jonghyun's part a lot I didn't want to scrap it hahha
(oh, and let me say a special thanks to acutepencil, because she stayed on skype with me and listened to me bitch and rant and spazz over this longer than anyone else would have lol <3)
anyway it's seven and typos everywhere autocorrect jklfdsalkf fuck okay bai
Kat
mikssi
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Pairing: Jongtae
Length: 6,790 words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, au
Summary: Jonghyun never expected to take such an interest in his opening band's lead singer.
Lee Taemin was a newcomer in the scene. A kid, someone who everyone around swore was twenty and perfectly legal, but appeared not a day over eighteen in Jonghyun's eyes. He walked with a haughty air around him, an aura of being untouchable and too good for anyone to even look at or fantasize about. Jonghyun had never met him personally; his only knowledge of the kid came from gossip from his band mates and a brief second of eye contact when Taemin was walking down the hall into his group's dressing room and Jonghyun was heading to the restroom.
For a newcomer, Lee Taemin seemed to know what he was doing.
The crowd that night went absolutely insane for the opening act, the girls screeching after the young androgynous boy as he hunched over the mic-stand to growl through the speakers and belt out raw, unpolished notes in a charismatic way that had even Jonghyun stopping and raising his brows.
Wow.
He watched the performance for longer than he would have any other-he was headlining, he should've been warming up with his group and not bothering with the mediocre opening acts-because that kid had some serious appeal. More appeal than he would have ever expected from someone who was clearly not as old as he claimed to be. More appeal than the average teen-angsty rock star wannabe in tight leather jeans and a red plaid button-up he saw on the street.
Taemin dropped to his knees in the middle of the stage at a lull in the music (the distorted guitar and wild drums and thrumming bass line that paled completely in comparison to the front man's magnetism), neck falling sideways, eyes closed, lips parting and tongue swiping across.
Jonghyun froze, a wave of heat going through him that had nothing to do with the stage lights. His already skintight jeans felt even tighter at once, because that kid's sex appeal was through the fucking roof.
The leather pants he wore were like another layer of skin, stretching taut over his thin thighs and reflecting the tacky red stage lights in a manner that had Jonghyun's throat drying. His neck was long and his Adam's apple bobbed around a swallow; there was a sheen of sweat existing already but as Jonghyun watched, a drop slid from his hairline to beneath the collar of the fitted plaid shirt he wore, and for the first time, Jonghyun considered that maybe he needn't worry with groupies that night, because his perfect ideal type was on his knees in the middle of the stage with wet lips and shut eyes and thin wrists and short fingers that looked like they would fit just as perfectly around his cock like they did the microphone.
The singer let out a shuddering breath, trying to regain his composure when he felt his arousal stir again. He had to perform soon; he couldn't go onstage like that.
Fuck, but he couldn't help it when he watched Taemin rock back to his feet and curl a hand over the guitarist's shoulder, head-banging with every crash of the cymbals, short auburn hair whipping back and forth, brows furrowed, sweat drops catching in the colored lights with every move.
It was just as attractive as it was frustrating. A surge of jealousy twisted Jonghyun's gut that he wasn't that guitarist that Taemin was moving in sync with, that it wasn't his shoulder that Taemin clung onto.
His own shoulder would suit Taemin much better, he thought to himself. He was stronger and more muscular than that guitarist, sculpted after hours upon hours bulking up in the gym. Taemin would like that better, he knew, because everyone liked that better and Hell, even if Taemin wasn't into guys, he would be after Jonghyun was finished with him.
It was a bit shocking to Jonghyun how quickly his internal switch went from "absolutely indifferent" to "determined to fuck by the end of the night."
But he really couldn't help it, not when Taemin looked the way he did and held himself with that much self-confidence and looked that fucking sexy when he swiveled his hips just enough to entice more screams from the crowd.
Jonghyun wasn't sure where he learned stuff like that, since he'd only been part of the scene for maybe a month, but goddamn, he wanted to shake hands with and bow to whoever taught him.
The final drum beat sounded and a power chord rang out in the dark venue, and honestly, the ending of the song was so lackluster that Jonghyun was cringing. The band really wasn't that great, but Taemin sure as hell was good enough to compensate for it. Especially when he tipped his head back and his Adam's apple jutted out and his neck rolled to gaze at the crowd.
Jonghyun actually got weak in his knees. He couldn't remember that happening in years.
He thought he'd seen everything, had been with enough guys and girls and any combination of the two at the same time that nothing could excite him anymore, but it seemed that the kid onstage, bursting with energy and sex appeal, with his raspy boyish voice and figure that was too skinny and perfect all at the same time, was enough to knock him sideways again.
Jonghyun was leaned against the wall with crossed arms and the haughtiest expression he could muster while he was still trying to will away a half-hard erection that made his pants increasingly uncomfortable.
He and Taemin met eyes again as the kid was walking offstage.
Jonghyun cocked a brow and Taemin smirked in return. Close-up, Jonghyun could see the smoky rings of kohl around his eyes had smeared, his foundation dripping down his neck and leaving it dismally streaky.
Yeah, this kid was the sexiest thing he'd probably ever seen in his life.
Taemin didn't try to look away when Jonghyun openly gawked at him, unable to stop himself. His gaze was like a challenge, like an invitation, even, if Jonghyun wasn't mistaken or interpreting things only in his own favor.
He was surprised Taemin didn't seem star struck, wasn't in at least a little bit of awe that he was staring right into the eyes of the Kim Jonghyun, the king of the underground scene, the person everyone notoriously loved and hated, the most popular and least at the same time.
Taemin looked utterly unfazed by Jonghyun's status. There was no way he didn't recognize him, after all.
Jonghyun's ego was a little hurt and his libido was heightened.
Yeah, he was definitely going after Taemin right when he was finished performing.
The fact that the kid needed punishment for not respecting those higher than him on the rock star food chain was reason enough for Jonghyun.
Kim Jonghyun made Taemin incredibly nervous.
He was the Kim Jonghyun, the lead singer of arguably the most popular rock band in Seoul's underground scene, the epitome of sexual energy, and the reigning champion of frustration.
Taemin knew it was a mistake to watch his performance backstage, especially considering the way he'd looked at him earlier like he was about to fucking get eaten alive. Despite all that, he found himself gawking at the man shamelessly from the stage wings.
He was utterly transfixed, sight glued to the man's muscular torso that was completely exposed after ripping his shirt clean over his head. His abs were fucking perfect, his arms just the same. A thick vein bulged in his neck when he sang out high notes with his head thrown back, and his hips jutted forward to accentuate his slim waist and masculine pecs.
Taemin found himself thinking the same thing as a good nine-tenths of the crowd that night:
God, what he wouldn't give for Kim Jonghyun to fuck him.
His mouth went dry when Jonghyun kneeled down to get closer to the audience, the girls in front screaming and reaching out to touch him, to even graze the deliciously sweaty dark skin that was teasing them, so close but still much too far.
Taemin gritted his back teeth and tried to swallow (but it caught in his throat) as Jonghyun leaned forward on his knees, holding the mic tighter so his back flexed, the ink of arguably the sexiest tattoos in existence (script art between his shoulder blades and a black and grey pirate ship huge on his lower back and side, not even to mention the traditional Japanese style sleeves on both arms all the way up his shoulders) stretching and constricting with every muscle. The line of his back was so tempting from here, the back of his neck glistening with sweat that rolled down the indention of his spine. Taemin watched every drop with bated breath until they caught on the black leather of his belt of waist of his obscenely tight white jeans.
He wondered what the hell that look earlier meant. Maybe it was meant for him, maybe it wasn't; maybe he was reading too far into it because Kim Jonghyun had been the object of his sexual fantasies for months now. He wanted Jonghyun to look at him like that, wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end of the stares he shot the crowd, wanted to experience firsthand the things he'd only heard through the grapevine, things concerning after-parties and hotel rooms and sometimes several men or women at the same time. Jonghyun was more or less a legend to the groupies, and even though Taemin didn't consider himself a groupie (he was still in shock that he was actually opening for Jonghyun's band after only fronting his own band for a few months), he wouldn't mind owning that title for just one night. Or two. Or however many nights were available, really.
Any train of thought Taemin had was halted, crashed, burned, demolished as soon as Jonghyun reached into his back pocket and pulled out the star of every performance-
Somehow, a shirtless Kim Jonghyun standing and swaying at a mic stand was only rendered more tempting when a pair of handcuffs were constricting his wrists, and the cocky motherfucker of a lead singer knew that; he had to know it, because the way his brows twitched and the most infuriating smirk spread across those full lips was beyond anyone's imagination, far beyond any rational amount of confidence. Jonghyun very much owned his stage with charisma and sex appeal along with undeniable talent, if the rumors of his years in vocal lessons actually were true.
But honestly, Taemin didn't give a fuck about what Jonghyun was singing as long as those handcuffs were around his wrists and his hands were clinging to the mic stand hard enough to make his shoulder muscles strain and his biceps flex.
He was probably doing all of that on purpose, but Taemin didn't mind much, not when the colors of his sleeve tattoos were rippling with every move, lines quivering under the strain, sweat thick and dripping, pooling in the dips of his arms and his chest, glistening over every flat plane.
This was the last song, and as much as he loved to watch Jonghyun perform, Taemin was incredibly grateful it was ending soon. His pants were partly tented and that was humiliating in itself, but he also had to face his band mates after and try to make an excuse for being so late coming back to the dressing room.
He'd almost fully gathered the strength to tear away from the live images of his walking wet dream, but his will diminished as Jonghyun bowed and thanked his fans, waving with his wrists still connected by a metal chain-very much sweaty and disheveled-as he jogged backstage again.
Jonghyun bowed to the crew, an endearingly giddy wide grin on his face, thanking everyone who offered him a pat on the back.
Taemin was slowly but surely backing out of the area, and again his plans were thwarted because, well, Jonghyun was staring at him again.
But instead of keeping his gaze locked with his own like the last two times, Jonghyun's eyes unashamedly raked over Taemin's body. How he licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, was enough to make Taemin shiver.
And to make matters worse, his eyes lingered on Taemin's crotch, brows rising slightly because-fuck fuck fuck-he noticed that he was hard.
Jonghyun strode right over to Taemin without giving the younger any time to think or retreat or breathe.
"Mind helping me with these?" Jonghyun asked, voice throaty and a bit hoarse from all the screaming he'd just done onstage.
It was hotter than anything Taemin had ever heard in his life.
But for being young, Taemin was confident in his own right. He wasn't an expert like the older, but he knew how to play Jonghyun's game, how to be a complete tease when he needed to be.
He wanted to keep Jonghyun's attention, to make him want more. He didn't want Jonghyun to know that he fantasized about him too often to be healthy.
"Don't you have the key?" Taemin asked, just as levelly as Jonghyun. His expression was a practiced apathy, perfect for the image he was trying to build.
Jonghyun's brows rose and he countered Taemin's bored voice by lowering his, speaking in a slower, more seductive drawl. "I can't reach it in my pocket, I thought you could help."
Taemin snorted, feigning disinterest. "If you can hold onto your belt buckle, you can reach your pocket."
"So you were watching me?"
"Weren't you watching me too?" He responded a little too defensively, a little too quickly, and internally winced.
Jonghyun's smirk grew and he dropped his wrists in front of him, fishing in his pocket-how he even fit his hand in there was beyond Taemin, because his pants were ridiculously tight-for the tiny key to the handcuffs. "Yes, I was watching. I saw you get on your knees during your song. I liked that. Hope I can see it again sometime soon," He spoke as casually as he would about the weather, and everything was happening so abruptly that Taemin had to pause to contain himself.
"I open for you again next week," He could hear that his voice was too shaky to be entirely convincing.
Jonghyun glanced up from where he was fiddling with the key in the cuffs. His lips parted in a dangerous grin, bottom canines visible from that angle and good fucking lord Taemin just wanted Jonghyun to grab his hair and bite down on his shoulder with no remorse.
"You know what I meant," Jonghyun said, confidence unwavering.
Oh fuck.
"What's in it for me?" The question was code word for 'yes please let me suck you off I want to so badly.'
Jonghyun tipped his head to the side just slightly, eyes narrowing, dark smears of eye makeup becoming more and more apparent as his eyes hooded. "It depends on if you're as good as you look."
Taemin froze, stomach churning with nerves.
"It's Taemin, right?" He asked, tone suddenly brightening.
He nodded mutely.
"Twenty years old?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, his true age something he was never willing to disclose. "Give or take."
Jonghyun's eyes narrowed again. Leave it to someone like him to get excited at the prospect of a taboo. "Well, you can call me 'hyung,' then."
His stomach jolted.
"You should follow me, Taemin. I want to show you something, if you're interested," The way he bored his eyes into Taemin's, fire apparent, left no room to deny him.
Taemin didn't realize that he was following Jonghyun through the throng of people backstage, motor skills acting on their own, until they were stopped in front of a door in a hallway he didn't know existed. He was in shock, in total shock, that the Kim Jonghyun was offering to have sex with him. He was the lucky groupie at the end of the night.
"What's in here?" He fought to steady his voice and keep his facade of indifference.
It faded when Jonghyun's predatory grin returned. He stepped forward into Taemin's space, heat from his still-glistening upper body making his head spin. A hand reached out, handcuffs dangling from that wrist, and landed on the dip of his waist, solid and hot even through his flannel shirt.
His eyes squeezed shut and he tried to calm his racing heart when Jonghyun leaned in, lips unnecessarily close to the shell of his ear.
"Just the promise of the best fuck of your life."
Taemin's hand shot out and twisted the doorknob more quickly than he could contain.
A step and a half into the cramped supply closet, Taemin was whipped around and pushed roughly against the door.
His back arched and a pulse of pain went through him, but the agonized groan he formed was muffled by lips crashing into his own.
Taemin couldn't stop himself from shaking, head tipping to the side, blood rushing through him as he suddenly felt Jonghyun everywhere.
His tongue pushed past his lips and his hands slid under his shirt, searing his bare skin, breath hot against his cheek between the rushed, staccato kisses.
Taemin didn't hesitate a single second; his hands flew to press flat against Jonghyun's still-slick sides; he felt his muscles shifting under his fingers and it was the sexiest thing he'd ever felt. He'd been with muscular men before, but nothing like Jonghyun. The fact that it was Jonghyun at all made every sensation of the aggressive handling, the shameless slide of fingertips over his skin-wait, when did his shirt get on the ground?-, the kisses that could barely be called that, any hint of chaste hesitance marred by bruising presses and clashing teeth and curling tongues in pure lust, so much hotter.
Jonghyun's torso was pressed flush against Taemin's, and the feeling of the older's damp skin sliding on his own, the solid and stifling heat, was almost enough to make him succumb right there and become a ragdoll for Jonghyun to toy with as he pleased. His every sense felt heightened and at the same time muddled as he could breathe in his idol, his greatest fantasy, all musk and fresh sweat and dripping cosmetics, the perfect mixture to drive Taemin insane.
Taemin held steady as best he could; as much as he wanted to run his hands all over Jonghyun's chest, down his collarbones and over the mole in between them, over his nipples-the ones he could feel hardening as he pressed against Taemin-, until he was tracing every flawless line of his abs and the dips of his hip bones, he was more than content to have all of those things rolling against him as Jonghyun grinded his hips into Taemin's pelvis.
Taemin couldn't breathe and he was okay with that for a few different reasons, but he sensed heat creeping through his neck up to his cheeks from the lack of oxygen and only then did he pull away from Jonghyun's overwhelmingly good mouth, knocking his head so hard against the door behind him that he saw stars in the black canopy of his shut eyes.
He blinked slowly, the motion the only slow thing between them at all, with Jonghyun's growing erection against the top of his thigh and Taemin's own hands roaming over the older's back, fingertips hypersensitive to the texture of his skin, how it was just slightly different where he was tattooed, something that had him growing harder in his leather pants. He hissed when the cold metal of the handcuffs came in contact with bare skin, arched away from the sear of too-cold on too-hot, and Jonghyun lapped it up, fingernails biting into his flesh and forcing him impossibly closer.
It was all too much to process and still it wasn't enough, his vision black around the edges as he took in Kim Jonghyun's appearance there in front of him, so close, closer than he ever dreamed, lips parted and swollen over bared teeth, pupils dilated and brows nearly meeting in the middle; his makeup was thick and caked and ruined to say the least from the amount of perspiration shining on his skin.
Taemin's gut twisted and his heart was going to stop soon, he knew it, because it was racing too fast and fuck, he was so overwhelmed. He'd seen Jonghyun in a lot of forms, saw his passion when he sang and his exaggerated seduction as he lolled his tongue for the masses, but nothing he'd ever seen measured up to how intense it was to see him with inky black eyes and blood red lips. It was the most perfect image of Jonghyun that Taemin had seen yet.
"Handcuffs," Taemin panted out, the only cohesive thing he could form with the electricity going through him. If he was going to go through with this to the end, he thought vaguely at the back of his mind, he wasn't going to be a bland submissive kid in Jonghyun's eyes; by the end of this, he didn't want to be loosely remembered as some guy Jonghyun fucked in the supply closet. He wanted Jonghyun to remember this; he wanted to try something to stand out from the other glorious and inevitably more experienced partners Jonghyun had in the past.
Jonghyun grinned suggestively, breath whistling between his teeth as he panted, and shook his wrist just to make the chain clink again, just as it'd been doing the whole time, "What about them?"
The younger had an idea, but he didn't want to let Jonghyun know of it just yet. It was too good, too fucking good, feeling Jonghyun's hand curl into the back of his hair and tug at the strands unforgivingly, jerking his head to the side so he could mouth over his exposed neck.
Taemin stiffened and sucked in a gasp as he finally got the bite he'd been wanting, Jonghyun's teeth closing over the junction of his neck and shoulder and then sucking it hard enough that it would leave a bruise.
"What about them?" Jonghyun repeated pressing his lips over the angle of his jaw.
Taemin took advantage of the older's hand dropping down to his waist, same as the other one. More quickly than he thought he could manage, he grabbed the unlocked, hanging cuff and locked it over Jonghyun's wrist, trapping him with the handcuffs like he'd been onstage.
Jonghyun stopped for a moment, eyebrows shooting up his forehead, not in offense but in an expression of surprise, of being quite impressed with how Taemin was daring enough to do something like that.
The younger grinned mischievously, wrapping both bare arms around Jonghyun's neck and kissing him, lips giving teasing sucks to his tongue just because he could tell he liked it in the way his fingers flexed and curled against his abdomen.
Without warning, the older's teeth clamped down on Taemin's lower lip and pulled at it so hard the streak of pain was strong enough to make Taemin jolt. He cried out-fuck, he'd been so good at holding in his tell-tale sounds until now-and Jonghyun chuckled, tongue darting out to soothe the pain, that sensation alone enough to make Taemin's toes curl in his boots.
Taemin gasped in air, a thrum of pleasure beating in the pit of his stomach, a warm buzz over every inch of his skin. His hands grappled for leverage on Jonghyun's slick skin, sliding down the dip of his spine and resting on his hips, fingers curling and nails cutting into the skin. Jonghyun's hands were trapped between their torsos and Taemin was starting to regret cuffing him again because his skin burned with the need to feel Jonghyun touching him again, the mere seconds that his sweat was beginning to cool lasting far too long for Taemin to handle.
Jonghyun hummed in Taemin's ear, thrusting shallowly against his thigh, and a thrill went through Taemin when he felt just how hard Jonghyun had become, and all from him.
His hand reached the back of Jonghyun's neck and he pulled him forcefully back to his lips; the older's mouth vibrated into Taemin's own with a groan more musical than anything Taemin had heard that night.
"Gonna let me fuck you, Taemin?" Jonghyun asked, backing away just enough to look Taemin in the eye. The tips of his hair were jet black and wet, mouth open, breath beating against Taemin's chin.
He shuddered at the straightforward words. Oh god, this was all real, he was really standing, shirtless and sweaty with Kim Jonghyun, in a supply closet and rutting against each other, harder than he thought possible and still so impatient it was beginning to physically hurt. "Yes," He said, lips trembling, "Please-"
"Turn around," He said, quiet and labored, eyes hooded as he looked at Taemin.
The younger obliged without question, turning to face the door and bracing his forearms against it, pushing back purposely against Jonghyun's crotch.
Jonghyun groaned outright for the first time and it had Taemin reflexively rolling his spine more insistently and grinding his ass right into the stiff cock still trapped beneath Jonghyun's button and zipper.
Taemin felt tingling throughout his whole body, irrepressible due to excitement partnered with how good it felt to have Jonghyun's dick pressing against him.
"Your pants, Taemin," Jonghyun said, lips tracing the shell of his ear.
Taemin took the suggestion without hesitation, unzipping his too-snug pants and peeling the leather down his thighs. He could feel a damp spot in the front of his boxers, but he didn't have time to be ashamed, not when he suddenly felt something stiff and blunt sliding up his crack.
Jonghyun lifted his arms over Taemin's head, palms pressing against the door. Taemin could feel the heat surrounding him, could see the tattoos that only accentuated the muscle definition, a kaleidoscope of color too close for his eyes to focus upon.
"How about I take you dry right here?" The tip of Jonghyun's tongue teased Taemin's earlobe, his hot breath making him shiver as it hit a sensitive point behind his ear.
It was all Taemin could do to will himself not to tremble. He was hyperaware of every tiny movement of Jonghyun's hips, thrusting agonizingly slowly along the crevice of Taemin's ass.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Dry and rough, right here where anyone could walk in. The door isn't even locked, you know. And I can't lock it, because of these handcuffs," He jiggled the chain a bit, as if Taemin needed reminding that they were there.
He was panting again, dick twitching just from Jonghyun's words spoken in that voice, the low guttural voice that he'd never heard onstage ever, but was very partial to now because it was spoken right into his ear for only him. Those words were his alone, not shared with hundreds in a crowd. Only his. "Yes, hyung, yes," He was close to begging, so close, because this was becoming too much for his arousal to handle.
"I could fuck you and hold you against me just like this," Without warning, he jerked his arms back, the metal chain of the handcuffs almost cutting into Taemin's neck as it constricted his breathing, forcing him against Jonghyun's chest.
Pre-cum dripped down Taemin's cock as he choked and gasped, the chain only pulling tighter to stop him from breathing at all. He started to get lightheaded, grappling for Jonghyun's arms for something to grip but dear god, he did not want him to stop, to break away. Pleasure ripped through him and his chest constricted, more aroused now than he had been all night.
"I wouldn't peg you as one for breath play," Jonghyun said coolly, moving the handcuffs away from Taemin's throat to let him cough and catch his breath, chest heaving, knees weak. Jonghyun was holding him up completely now, blood rushing from his head back into his dick. He felt hot all over, too fucking hot.
Taemin rubbed at the indentations the metal left just below his Adam's apple, checking to see if he'd drawn blood and honestly not sure whether he was relieved or not when he saw there was none.
"Oh, and these," Jonghyun spoke against the back of Taemin's neck (and interrupted thoughts quick as a round of bullets of how much he just wanted Jonghyun to abuse him, to fuck him so hard he couldn't walk for a week), holding his arms out straight again, hands fisted to accentuate the veins in his arm, "Are novelty. Weak as a kid's toy." He jerked his arms just once and the chain broke, particles falling to the ground, chain and metal still hanging from Jonghyun's wrists.
But that wasn't what Taemin noticed; what he felt above anything was the way Jonghyun's muscles flexed against his back with the movement, pecs clenching against his back, shoulders tensing, biceps bulging.
He was shaking from arousal, Jonghyun absolutely overwhelming, from the breath on the back of his neck to the cock trapped between their bodies.
"Fuck me, please-" The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, back arching off Jonghyun's chest to grind his ass back into his cock.
The growl he received right in his ear was better than anything he'd heard the entire night.
His eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
"Pants off. Get on the floor." Jonghyun ordered lowly, words clipped and impatient. He backed away from Taemin in search of something in the room.
The younger instantly worked to slide his boots off and then work his pants and boxers, which had fallen no lower than his knees, all the way off.
"Good fucking lord, Taemin, you're-"
The younger looked up, nerves twisting in his gut as Jonghyun cursed unexpectedly as he lowered himself to the small empty space in the middle of the ground like he asked.
He shook his head, at a loss for words, and knelt down on top of him too quickly for Taemin's eyes to linger on his fully nude form standing at a shelf.
Jonghyun captured his lips in a fast, careless kiss. He licked a stripe from his collarbone to the peak of his chin, the trail scorching, the feel of Jonghyun trapping him stifling in the best way he'd ever experienced.
"Tell me how you want it," Jonghyun whispered, grinding his dick on the inside of Taemin's thigh.
"Let me ride you," He said with a wave of baseless confidence. Fuck, this was his ultimate fantasy right within his reach; he was not going to pass it up. Four words were hardly a discrepancy for the feeling of Jonghyun's hard dick inside him, any fan's dream becoming reality.
The older grinned, a certain amount of thrill in his eyes, and he rolled onto his back, wordlessly offering Taemin to climb on top of him.
Taemin obliged in less than a second, straddling the man and watching him in awe.
He had to be dreaming, he decided, even though the sensation of Jonghyun's concrete heat and the view from here, everything exposed, flawless torso, gorgeous tattoos, disheveled hair, hooded eyes, was beyond what he could ever imagine.
Jonghyun handed him a tiny jar of vaseline-so that was what he'd been searching for a second ago, Taemin realized-and Taemin made quick work of slicking Jonghyun's dick with it.
The older inhaled sharply when Taemin touched him, eyebrows knitting together, but Taemin felt there was no time to waste doing this (perfect as it did feel to have Jonghyun in his hand) when they were both dying for Jonghyun to be inside him.
He didn't prepare himself, didn't waste any extra moment of foreplay.
Taemin fisted Jonghyun's cock to hold him steady and sat down slowly, pain shooting through him as he forced the intrusion inside.
His eyes closed tightly and he grated his teeth, chest tight with held breath as the pain of the stretch grew more and more pronounced with every centimeter. His nails dig into Jonghyun's thigh behind him, and the older's hands on his waist guide him more than soothe him. It's a good pain, he told himself again and again; pain like that always excited him more than it should.
He felt Jonghyun's hip bones cutting into his ass as he was fully seated, and a gust of air left his lungs. His eyes opened and he was greeted by the sight of Jonghyun propped on his elbows with a heaving chest and a head thrown back, every vein in his neck visible and no less than decadent. His mouth hung open and his tongue slid out to wet lips dried out by heavy breathing.
Taemin was stiff and willing himself to relax, pain shooting up his spine because Jonghyun was so deep inside him it should be impossible, all of this should be impossible, right down to the way the older's abs tightened and his features contorted in pleasure.
He breathed in and lifted himself up before dropping back down, the shallow movement enough to send a rush of pleasure and pain through his very fingertips.
Jonghyun's hold on his hips tightened, and Taemin could feel the tension in his body, telling him he was just as impatient as Taemin was.
"More," Jonghyun breathed out, bucking his hips up slightly, and there was no stopping Taemin from there.
It still hurt; it hurt a lot, but damn, that was even better. He bounced on Jonghyun's cock so hard and fast he felt his hip bones bruising him, and it only made him go faster.
"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good-"
Every move earned Taemin a moan, a breath, throaty, growling, filthy words, any noise that topped the one before it. It spurred him on, the burn of his hole being stretched forgotten in lieu of tearing more sounds from Jonghyun's lips.
These sounds were his and his alone.
"Nngh-you're so-quiet-Taemin," Jonghyun ground out, cracking his eyes to meet Taemin's. He raised a hand from Taemin's waist and fisted it in his hair, wrenching him down and causing a change in angle that had him crying out from the depths of his stomach.
His skin buzzed and his ears were filled with the sound of blood rushing as his hips continued to grind down onto Jonghyun, shallowly as it was, the tip of Jonghyun's dick slamming into his prostate so perfect, so pleasurable, that he was starting to see stars again.
That seemed to be what Jonghyun was going for, if the slinky smile spoke for anything. He angled Taemin's head to the side and rose up to growl into his ear, "You're a singer, aren't you? So sing for me."
It was at the exact same moment that Jonghyun bucked his hips upward, setting a perfectly erratic rhythm with Taemin's movements that dragged him deeper, deeper still, hitting his spot perfectly on every single fucking thrust.
His thighs trembled and he felt like he was made out of rubber, and still he continued, the agonizing pleasure more than he dreamed of, cock twitching as it remained painfully untouched.
Jonghyun fisted a hand around his dick and started pumping; Taemin choked on his breath and had to brace his hands on either of Jonghyun's knees to keep from falling forward.
"Feel good, Taemin?" The words were meant to be cocky, but all Taemin could hear was how ragged they were, how labored.
He cried out sharply when Jonghyun thrust upward particularly hard, broken moans and tortured breaths ripping from his throat with no regard; Jonghyun was wrecking him, splitting him open and slamming into him harder and better than he could have dreamed of, just as unforgiving as he could have hoped. Taemin was shaking; he couldn't stop, not when he was being jerked off with those hands, loose ends of the metal chain still brushing the skin of his thighs if he moved just right.
Just watching Jonghyun's face change and his lips tremble and quiver around his unique sounds, skin tinged with a deep flush down his neck, was enough to bring Taemin to bow his back in exhilaration. He felt like he was too close too fast, like he wasn't going fast enough but he needed to slow down so this could last longer and Jonghyun could get his fill of satisfaction for the day, so that Jonghyun would remember this and not have it just be another notch in his metaphorical bedpost.
But then he felt Jonghyun's muscles tense and his movements grow erratic, and Taemin knew Jonghyun was getting close, too.
He felt like his legs would give out any second, too strained and quaking with fatigue, and still he moved, the pleasure that numbed him to the bone with every stroke of Jonghyun's dick in him. He tasted blood in his mouth from how hard he was biting his lip, and his head was growing spacey again because he wasn't breathing right, he couldn't breathe right, not like this.
"Come, Taemin, come for me, baby-" He breathed out in tandem with Taemin's movements, jaw clenching as he looked between them at where he was disappearing into Taemin's body.
"I'm-" His words were cut off and he couldn't handle any more than a hoarse cry, the pleasure building in his body a sure sign that he was so close, so-
"Jonghyun, ah-" His mind went blank and his body went numb; he could feel his lips moving but he couldn't make out any sound other than buzzing in his ears, any hope of composure lost as he was all-but obliterated with the abruptness of his orgasm. He emptied his release into Jonghyun's closed fist and he panted out clipped whimpers, body stuttering to a hazed halt only to feel something warm and wet dripping down his thighs and blurry vision clearing to see Jonghyun with his head thrown back, a languid groan sounding from abused lips.
His arms were trembling and his elbows locked when he bent forward to slide off Jonghyun; his vision was still dotted with white spots, aftershocks making him quiver and his stomach turn. He almost felt sick with the crude pleasure, but he didn't regret a thing.
He all-but collapsed onto his stomach beside Jonghyun; he was messy as hell with sweat and cum and makeup smeared all over him, but he never expected this to be a clean ordeal.
"When do you open for me again?" Jonghyun asked after a mere moment of silence, voice raw and lacking its usual finesse.
Taemin sat up on his elbows to answer more comfortably; his back ached but he could handle it.
"Oh, and I mean when is your band opening for my band, not when are you opening for me, again, you know..."
Taemin didn't know whether he was being funny or arrogant or a combination of both, so he just answered his egotistical smile with a dirty glare. "Next Saturday," God, his voice sounded like hell.
Jonghyun chuckled, seeming to clue in to Taemin's worries. "Are you sure you'll be able to sing again by then?"
"Fuck off," Taemin shifted to sit up properly, trying to grab his shirt to put back on, but finding it to be a task, as Jonghyun was half-laying on it, eyes playfully challenging him.
"Give it to me," He said, strictly speaking about the shirt, but honestly he should have seen the innuendo in his words before Jonghyun pointed it out.
"I thought I just did,"
He grimaced. "Fine, I just won't wear a shirt anymore so I can seduce innocent fans into a quick fuck in a supply closet just like you do."
"I told you it'd be the best you ever had," Jonghyun appeared far too self-satisfied, sitting up and stretching his arms over his head.
Taemin couldn't help but stare, especially after everything he'd seen and felt those arms do. "Don't get cocky." He scolded with his false disinterest back into play. He pulled the shirt out from under Jonghyun and threw it on, ignoring that it was slightly damp with any mixture of sweat and semen he didn't want to worry about.
Jonghyun was still sitting naked on the ground by the time Taemin was fully dressed with a hand on the door handle to leave.
Taemin's eyes darted around unsurely. He'd never been a groupie before, not really, so he had no idea what he was supposed to do now. Thank him, maybe? But he obviously didn't need any inflating of his ego. So he stood, silent and awkward.
"When are you opening for me again?" Jonghyun asked a second time, a sly smile across his lips.
The younger sighed. "Saturday, I already-"
"Then I'll see you on Saturday. Maybe we can get a real bed next time."
Taemin blinked, then rolled his eyes, and then left. He didn't shut the door behind him on purpose, and just to mess with him further, he called, "No promises!" over his shoulder as he sauntered down the hall to his band's dressing room.
A/N - right so this is what happens when I wake up to jongtae feels realllll early in the morning and they last through the whole day.
it's not proofread properly but it's like seven in the morning and I've been up since yesterday at nine I hope you can forgive me for now and I'll edit it later
I just wanted to get this posted. 'cause feels. yeah.
also the beginning is in jonghyun's perspective because I forgot it was supposed to be from taemin's perspective shhhhhhh don't tell anyone I like jonghyun's part a lot I didn't want to scrap it hahha
(oh, and let me say a special thanks to acutepencil, because she stayed on skype with me and listened to me bitch and rant and spazz over this longer than anyone else would have lol <3)
anyway it's seven and typos everywhere autocorrect jklfdsalkf fuck okay bai
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