Take Me For A Walk In The Morning Dew - The First Trimester (part 1/2)
Pairing: OnHo
Rating: NC-17
Prologue | The First Trimester (part 2/2)
The First Trimester
1st week
When he had agreed to meet Onew at his office he hadn’t been expecting this.
He had been waiting for hours (because an hour and a half counted as plural so he wasn’t exaggerating) for Onew to get off work because he was finally making up for the lost movie night with a real movie visit - he’d even let Minho pick the movie.
If he’d known he’d be stuck in a boring cubicle across Onew’s watching him do math he would have spent the time on campus, catching up with friends or getting a bite.
The office was steadily emptying as Minho spun around in one of the black computer chairs, his tall legs pushing off the ground every once in a while to give it more speed.
He let the chair spin into a slow stop, looking at his boyfriend.
Onew was buried arms deep into work, the sleeves on his shirt rolled up and the upper two buttons unbuttoned. His tie had been stuffed into the pocket of his suit before Minho even arrived to the scene.
He was working on some sort of “extremely important” file that had to be handed in first thing the morning, directly to the boss on the 27th floor. Which meant it was pretty important indeed. His boyfriend was trying to make an impression, Minho knew, and the retirement of that old dude was only months away, anyway.
The younger watched as his boyfriend bit his lower lip in concentration, flicking some stray strands of hair away from his eyes with a sharp movement of his head. He always looked sexy when he was concentrating, whether it was at work or in bed.
Minho couldn’t help but to bite his own lip, eyes quickly darting around his surroundings to check if they were alone. The big room was almost dark, only the desk lamps shining where there were still people working.
More accurately: only two desk lamps were on, and one of them was Onew’s. Minho couldn’t help but smirk as he turned his gaze back to Onew, watching the way he rolled his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth. The movie could wait.
The slightly taller male slipped out of his seat quietly. The older was working on the last few sheets of paper from the file as Minho crouched down on the floor, carefully sneaking in under his table without being noticed.
He licked his lips in anticipation as he settled in between Onew’s spread legs; fingers itching to pull down the zipper at the top of his pants.
He let his fingers ghost over the older's flaccid cock, his touch so feather light Onew merely squirmed under him, Minho had to squeeze his own thighs together as all the blood in his body started rushing down south.
With a bolder touch he palmed Onew’s groin; startling him.
“What? Minho!” Onew hissed at the younger as he pushed his chair back and caught a glimpse of the younger on all fours under his table; looking up at him th rough his eyelashes. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The younger merely crawled forward, placing his hands on Onew’s thighs and massaging them. “Taking what is rightfully mine.” His voice was a low whisper, sending shivers up and down Onew’s spine.
“Not here for Christ’s sake!” The older’s eyes darted towards the other light source across the room, hoping the man was too far away and working too hard to notice what was going on inside Onew’s cubicle.
“He’s not going to notice a thing, hyung, as long as you keep your mouth shut.” Minho’s hands were steadily sliding up his boyfriend’s honey thighs. He lowered his head to where it was right over Onew’s groin, breathing out a hot gush of air that seeped easily trough the black fabric of the other’s pants. He heard Onew whimper.
He palmed his boyfriend again, happy to discover that he was growing hard. “You want this too, huh, hyung? You want me to suck you off at work?” Onew’s head hit the back of his chair with a low thud, his lips parting in a silent moan.
It had been too long since he’d last seen Minho like this. He swallowed thickly as he felt a tug at his waist, the younger undoing his belt before the button on the top of his pants was popped open.
“Hmm, hyung? You want me to stop?” Minho moved back to sit on his heels, removing his hands from Onew’s groin. “Or you want me to finish what I started.”
“Finish. Finish what you started.” Minho’s hands were back on Onew in a flash, his fingers curling around the thick shaft that was almost rock-hard by now. He gave it a few tugs, smirking at the low moans Onew was making.
The older's eyes were alternating between rolling into the back of his skull and throwing quick glances to his side, making sure they weren’t going to get caught.
Minho nuzzled his face into Onew’s groin, taking in the musky scent as he rubbed against the older's erection before mouthing the tip through the pants.
“Stop teasing already, we’re going to get caught.” Onew sounded impatient as his fingers dug into the armrests on the sides of his chair; his jaw tight.
Minho looked up at him with a smirk, not breaking eye-contact with his boyfriend as he reached up and started dragging the zipper down at a torturously slow pace. Once he was done he peeled the pants off, tugging them down to Onew’s knees and letting them pool around his feet.
The younger leaned back in, tongue darting out to lick the clothed member from base to tip, making sure to dig into the slit on the top; Onew’s thighs quivered.
Minho’s own pants were becoming painfully tight, his erection straining against the thick fabric of his jeans. Not wanting to drag it on any longer, the younger hooked two fingers into the waistband of Onew’s boxers, pulling them down and watched the other’s cock spring free, the head glistening with precum.
He wasted no time in taking the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it teasingly, listening to Onew’s muffled whimpers and moans coming from behind his hand.
He let his mouth slide further down, until the tip hit the back of his throat, and hollowed his cheeks, applying suction as he moved back up. He wrapped a hand around the base, moving it up and down in perfect unison with his wet mouth.
“Minho-ah, stop! Stop, stop, stop!” Onew’s dick popped out off the younger’s mouth as Onew’s fingers dug into his hair and pulled him off. “He’s leaving, he’ll pass by here!” Onew sounded more than mildly panicked, his eyes darting frantically between the fast approaching colleague and the male in between his legs.
He made a quick decision, pushing Minho back under the table as he rolled his chair forward, pretending to be deeply emerged in work just as the man walked past his cubicle.
“Still here I see.” The man spoke as he stopped just in front of Onew and later cursed inwardly because this had to be the worst timing this man had ever had.
“Yeah, just a few more sheets and I’m finished.”
Minho was not happy.
He had been pushed onto his back, sprawled out on the rough gray carpet that seemed to cover every inch of the floor with the exception of the toilets. And he was hard, aching for release, and that idiot was just standing there, chitchatting with his boyfriend.
His eyes roamed around the small space under Onew’s desk, which was really too small for Minho to feel even slightly comfortable as he had to bend his back and neck to not hit his head, and landed on the other’s erection.
It was wet and glistening in the faint light seeping in under the edge of the desk and Minho leaned forward, sucking it into his mouth back again. He might have heard Onew stutter.
He let the member slip deep into his mouth, forcing himself to relax his throat as he let the erection slip even further until it was all they way in.
He hated deep-throating (because he always felt like he was on the verge of gagging) but it was worth it this time just to tease Onew, who was having more and more difficulty formulating a decent sentence.
The thought: "You're in so much trouble" registered in his mind as he heard the man bid his farewell and head towards the elevators. He was yanked out from underneath the table just as he heard the silent elevator doors slowly shut.
“What do you think you're doing?” Onew’s face was red, from embarrassment no doubt, and he looked down at Minho with an angry expression. He didn’t look too intimidating at all, though; his pants and boxers around his ankles and his hard dick pressing against his shirt-covered abdomen.
“You pushed me. That was rude.” Minho said with a pout, stretching his neck from side to side demonstratively before continuing with a glint in his eyes, “But I’ll take my punishment.”
He was pulled up from the floor with a force the older rarely used and pushed against the desk, coming face to face with his lover.
“You little…” The words were almost a growl, Onew’s eyes definitively a shade darker than usual, as he looked Minho up and down hungrily.
“Tease?”
“Undress.” The word was low and commanding, making Minho’s shaft throb inside his pants.
“Gladly. Hyung.”
Onew leaned in to kiss him roughly as Minho fumbled with his pants, forcing the younger’s mouth open and pushing his tongue inside. The fight for dominance was short, the younger lost as soon as Onew sneaked a hand into his pants and squeezed his cock and there was a loud moan from deep within his chest that even Onew’s lips couldn’t muffle.
They broke apart, panting for air as the older pushed Minho’s pants and boxers down his thighs, grabbing both of their erections into his hands and letting them slide against each other.
He lifted his free hand up to Minho’s lips, sliding in two fingers; feeling the other’s tongue curl around them, coating them with saliva. As he pulled them out a long string followed, connecting the digits to Minho’s abused lips, glistening in the light from the desk lamp. “Turn around.”
He pressed his lover’s chest onto the top of the desk, not caring about the papers in between getting crumbled. The older kicked Minho’s legs apart before slipping the wet fingers between his cheeks; swirling them around the puckered entrance.
He watched the younger squirm, always too proud to beg until the teasing became unbearable. His other hand kneaded one of the cheeks, pulling it to the side so he could watch the whole show undisturbed.
“Ugh! Hyung! S-stop teasing!” Minho was panting beneath him, hair tousled and the side of his face pressing against the wooden surface beneath him, eyes closed shut and abused lips parted.
“That’s not how you ask, Minho-ah.” The older's voice was mocking, the power he always had over the younger intoxicating.
“P-please, hyung.” It came out as a whimper, and Onew finally pushed one finger in, marveling at the heat and tightness that surrounded it. He pumped it in and out slowly, watching Minho squirm underneath him in pleasure as he grabbed onto the edges of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.
Onew added in a second finger, the sight in front of him making his neglected cock throb, and started scissoring the younger’s entrance; stretching him well. He bent them slightly, pushing in at a new angle and Minho’s moans echoed through the empty floor as he found the younger’s prostate.
The older hit it dead on every time, and it didn’t take long before his lover was rocking back onto his fingers, moaning every time the digits brushed against that one spot.
“Oh god, hyung, just fuck me already!” The older chuckled as he pulled out his fingers from within Minho, before moving in right behind him, aligning his erection with the younger’s stretched hole; pressing against it but never slipping in more than a centimeter or two.
Minho would have pushed back if it wasn’t for Onew’s strong hands on his hips, pressing him down against the table as he continued to tease. His own legs were shaking, the desk supporting his weight because his feet had long since stopped.
“Please, hyung.” The whine was the unmanliest thing he had done in a long, long time but it didn’t matter as he felt his boyfriend slowly slip inside him, stretching him wider than before to the point where it hurt.
When the other’s hips pressed into his backside he let out a small breath of air he had been holding in unknowingly, forcing every muscle in his lower body to relax.
The other leaned over him, pressing his chest into his back and his lips against Minho’s exposed neck, the previous dominance gone; replaced by sweet gentleness.
When Minho pushed his hips back a fraction it was the sign Onew had been waiting for, slowly pulling out of the other before sinking back in with a slow pace.
The older was panting against Minho’s sweaty neck, the puffs of hot air making the younger arch his back.
There were no words exchanged as the two found the rhythm they so often shared, only the sound of panting and moaning filling the air around them as they moved in unison, both nearing their peak.
There was a slight tilt to his hips, a few degrees’ shift in the angle, as Onew thrust back in, hitting the bundle of nerves so precisely as only a lover could do.
Minho cried out as the tip of Onew’s member kept assaulting his prostate, heat pooling in his groin; the tell-tale sign of his nearing orgasm.
He was about to warn Onew, to try and tell him he was coming, but before he could the other snapped his hips, hitting his prostrate so hard Minho saw white as his body spazzed as cum welled out from his untouched member in long thick ropes, coating the surface between the desk and his front side.
Onew’s hips picked up the pace, pounding faster into the male underneath him as he rested his forehead between Minho’s shoulder blades; his eyes shut in deep concentration as he bit his lower lip.
It was just getting unbearable for Minho, Onew’s cock sliding in and out of his entrance while he was in such a sensitive state, when the other’s hips stuttered before he buried himself to the hilt; releasing his seed deep within the younger with a final moan.
The two of them lay still for a while, catching their breath before Minho stirred, the edge of the table digging painfully into his thighs now that Onew’s whole weight was on him.
The older pushed himself up on his hands, looking down at the sweaty male beneath him; his damp skin glowing and his long eyelashes casting long shadows over his cheeks.
Onew carefully slipped out of Minho before slumping down in his chair. The younger following, straddling his lap as he curled up against him with a satisfied smile, pressing his face into the crook of Onew’s neck.
“That has to be one of the best.”
“Mm…” The younger sighed in content, as he pressed even closer to Onew. “Just hope those papers weren’t too important.” He chuckled at the groan.
6 weeks
Walking in on your boyfriend throwing up into the toilet isn’t how Onew’s mornings usually began. That being said, he also thought the unusual-ness of the situation gave him the right to worry about Minho’s health.
So when Minho just brushed-off his concerns with a “I really can’t get sick right now, I have the stupid exams in a week.” and turned the shower on the older couldn’t help but frown.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Onew had to raise his voice a little - to over-power the noise filling the bathroom.
“Hyung, I just threw-up. I’m not eating!” Minho shouted back before a hand stuck out from behind the shower curtain, blindly looking for the toothbrush before locating it, and the toothpaste, and disappearing back into the shower again.
Onew couldn’t do anything but wait for the younger to step out, skin slightly flushed from the heat, with his blue toothbrush sticking out from his mouth.
The older threw him a towel from the rack before pulling his t-shirt over his head and pushing his boxers down over his hips. From there they slid down his legs by themselves, pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them and into the slippery bathtub.
He caught a glimpse of Minho towel-drying his long locks before the shower curtains separated them once more and he turned the water on. He was only in there for three minutes, the time it took for him to shampoo his hair and rinse it off and quickly wash his body with shower gel.
When he stepped out Minho was in front of the mirror, running his toothbrush under the running faucet.
“Twice?”
The younger’s eyes found his through the slightly foggy mirror and he nodded.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should stay home today.”
“I can’t. We have an important lecture today, and I have to hand in that essay or it will be late.” He pushed the bathroom door open and the cool air reminded Onew he’s still naked. “Besides,” Minho said from their bedroom, “I only have morning lectures, I’ll be out before lunch.”
-
It was hard concentrating on molecular structures when your stomach was doing back-flips. One minute he was fine and the next Minho was pressing his hand against his mouth as a precaution.
Maybe he should have listened to Onew, it might have been a short day with only one class but it was sort of a waste to show up if all you did was pray to not throw up all over the guy sitting in the row in front of you.
When the professor was finally done Minho all but sprinted out the classroom and down the hallway. The bathroom door flew open and hit the wall as he entered, his eyes scanning the place, looking for an empty stall and his feet taking him there as fast as they could without slipping on the slightly wet tiled-floor.
Of course this had to happen. Life was finally going somewhat smoothly again and heaven forbid fate or destiny or whatever would let Minho be happy and content for once.
She, or he (it could be a he right?), just had to throw something in his way again, and what better way to fuck things up than a stomach flu that would make him fail his exams.
And he really couldn’t afford to do that. His scholarship depended on it, and he depended on his scholarship, which paid a little more than half of his tuition fee - and Onew paid the rest, even though Minho felt terrible about it, so he had to work hard for every cent, just like his boyfriend worked hard to earn it.
Minho washed his mouth, grimacing at the sour taste that remained no matter how many times he tried to wash it out. He still felt a little sick but it wasn’t as bad as before and he made a mental note to go by the pharmacy on the way home and pick something up.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, still muted from when he was in the auditorium, and he pulled it out, reading Onew’s worried message, asking him if he was okay. He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the irony.
-
The day at the office was slow and torturous. Some of his colleagues were on a sick leave (it always happened in the masses during spring and autumn), and every time Onew’s boss dropped another folder on his desk he thought back at Minho, and wondered how his boyfriend was doing.
He hoped it wasn’t the stomach-flu.
That would affect his performance during his exams. And Minho hated bad grades.
He wanted to call Minho and ask him how he was doing but he settled for a text instead, in case he was still in class.
He got a “don’t worry, hyung” not five minutes later, and he could just imagine the look on Minho’s face that went along with the words. He pocketed the smart phone and drowned himself in work.
-
The medicine he had gotten from the pharmacy was definitively not helping, Minho could tell because once again he was in the bathroom, his stomach effectively emptying his dinner into the toilet.
Onew was still washing dishes, so at least it would go unnoticed this time (he always made a big fuss about it).The younger boy straightened up and flushed, the sound covered up by the running shower. He took his toothbrush with him as he stepped in under the hot water, washing his teeth thoroughly.
Onew wouldn’t question why his mouth tasted like peppermint either, when he tried to kiss him, it could easily be blamed on the late hour and Minho being tired and ready to go to bed.
-
On Friday Onew called to work early, the voice of the ever-cheerful secretary greeting him good morning. He asked for a day off, telling her he has to take his sick girlfriend to the doctors.
Minho gave him a sulky look and Onew felt slightly bad about having to lie, but it was the younger’s fault. Since that disastrous date a few weeks ago he had had to meet with two more girls.
If Minho wasn’t insisting on keeping their relationship a secret he wouldn’t have to lie to the secretary about it either.
“I’m not sick.” The younger said as soon as Onew lowered the phone from his ear.
Onew was close to saying, “wanna bet?” but came to his senses right before he blurted it out.
Turning on the competitive monster that was currently sleeping peacefully somewhere inside his boyfriend would not be the smartest thing to do considering his condition.
“You’ve been throwing up all week, Minho-ah. I’m not taking this any longer.” There was an appointment scheduled for 11.30 at the hospital down town and there was nothing that his boyfriend could do or say that would change Onew’s mind.
-
The doctor’s office was located on the seventh floor, the girl at the front desk told them. It was almost 11.25 and Onew was worried they’d be late with Minho was dragging his feet as the older waited for him in front of the elevators.
“This is really unnecessary. I could be at home studying.” He muttered as he finally made it to where Onew was waiting for him.
“Dragging your feet will only make it take longer.” Onew briefly wondered if their age difference was really just two years, because Minho was acting like a brat. He was glad he had a lot of patience, but he was hurt the younger couldn’t put his sulkiness aside and realize Onew was genuinely worried for him.
The doctors office was on the other side of the long hallway, and Onew’s patience was about to run out for the first time in years because there is no way they could make it in three minutes with the way Minho was dragging his feet.
He was surprised to see Minho picking them up for the first time since they had left the apartment and he reached out to hold his hand.
“I’m sorry I’m being difficult, hyung.” Onew’s head turned to his right, looking straight at Minho’s apologetic face and he wondered if he were telepathic.
He couldn’t help but smile a little and Minho squeezed his hand lightly. “It’s okay Minho-ah. The doctor will prove me wrong and then we’ll go home.”
“You owe me a movie night.” And Minho was just so adorable at that moment with his cute smile and big eyes Onew wanted to lean in and kiss him.
“Sure, we’ll swing by the rental on the way home.”
“And I want chips. And coke. Maybe chicken wings.”
“Don’t push your luck.” Onew bumped Minho’s shoulder playfully, knowing he couldn’t deny his boyfriend anything. Especially not food, since he was showing some appetite for the first time in a week.
He was wrapped around the younger’s little finger, and Minho knew it.
“Choi, Minho.” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the half-filled hallway, and Minho steered his steps towards the doctor in a white coat, standing at the door to his office.
“I’m doctor Kim, nice to meet you. Please, take a seat.” He sat down himself, pressing a few keys on his keyboard and pulled up Minho’s medical chart.
“You’ve been experiencing nausea and throwing up all week, right?” The doctor didn’t tear his eyes away from the screen as he scrolled down the information and Minho had to change the nod into a “yes”, but his voice got caught in his throat and came out all wrong and he had to cough to clear it up.
“Any fever?”
“No.”
“You’re in university. Any sick friends?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Have you eaten anything unusual that could be the cause?”
“No.” The doctor looked away from the screen for the first time and rolled his chair over to Minho. His fingers were cold as he probed up and down Minho’s neck and throat before pulling out a small flashlight and a tongue depressor.
“Say 'ah'.” Minho felt slightly stupid as he followed the instructions, tasting the wood on his tongue. His ears were next, and the younger couldn’t help but wonder what any of it had to do with the nausea before the doctor kicked his chair back.
The younger thought he was finally done when he saw the chair stop at a small metal van, filled with needles and tubes in different sizes. He felt the blood drain away from his face.
Doctor Kim picked out a needle and four tubes, placing them in his lap before he rolled back over to his patient.
“If you could just roll your sleeve up.”
Onew caught his boyfriend right before he hit the linoleum floor.
Despite Minho being 184 cm of pure muscle Onew still managed to lift him onto the examination table on the other side of the room. The doctor didn’t look concerned at all as he picked up the tubes he had placed on the desk and walked over to the unconscious body.
“You never can tell who’s a fainter.” He said as he rolled up Minho’s sleeve and tied a band around his arm. Onew would have never guessed either.
The needle sunk in without protest, now that the younger was out, and the four tubes filled quickly. A nurse stopped by the office not shortly after and collected the samples as she dropped off a glass of orange juice.
“You can come in for the results on Monday. I can call Mr. Fainter over there over the phone and let him know, but you’ll still have to come by my office for a prescription or a second check-up.” The doctor said as Minho was regaining consciousness.
-
“Do you still want chicken?” Onew asked as the car rolled out from the hospital’s parking garage.
“No.” The reply was short and sulky.
“You changed your mind?”
“I’m not hungry.” The younger refused to look at Onew and opted for staring out the passenger side window instead. He had been like that ever since he woke up twenty minutes prior on an examination desk in the doctor’s office with a glass of OJ next to him.
“You heard the doctor, you need to get some sugar in you.”
“The doctor can kiss my-“
“Minho!”
Onew turned the car radio on as the silence that settled between the two dragged on, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. Who would have guessed Choi Minho was afraid of needles.
“Last chance to choose.” The older announced as the car stopped at red lights. When there was no reply he turned left, choosing Minho’s favorite restaurant over his own.
“Why are we here, hyung?”
“You need to eat. You haven’t been eating all week, and doctors orders need to be followed.” Onew turned the engine off and stepped out the vehicle. The younger didn’t budge.
He walked around the car and opened the passenger side door, leaning down to where he was eye level with his sulking boyfriend. “Be a good boy now, or I’ll make sure the whole campus will find out, Mr. Fainter.” He barely dodged the punch Minho threw his way.
The sulky expression was soon replaced by a full mouth as the younger dug into his food, his mood steadily rising as the bowl became emptier and emptier.
“I miss going out.”
“You’re always working so late, or out on dates.” The younger licked his lips clean as he scraped the last grains of rice from his empty bowl.
“We should go out once a week. Like we used to, before we moved in together.”
“Movie nights, weekly dates… We’ll be like an old married couple.” The younger smirked, before catching the waitress’ eye and signaling for a second bowl.
“I’d love to ask you to marry me if I didn’t know you’d rip my balls off for proposing.”
The older couldn’t dodge the kick he got under the table.
Prologue | The First Trimester (Part 2/2)
A/N: This part makes me so nervous... Never written office smut before. They didn't even put the office supplies into good use.
A biiiiig biiiig thank you to my beta, apparently I can't spell through correctly and would have made a fool of myself if it wasn't for her.
"The First Trimester" is a 11k monster so I had to break it up into two parts. I'll update within the week but "The Second Trimester" will take some time because I'm in the middle of entrance exams and I'm supposed to be studying and not typing out 11k chapters about otp getting pregnant.
Rating: NC-17
Prologue | The First Trimester (part 2/2)
The First Trimester
1st week
When he had agreed to meet Onew at his office he hadn’t been expecting this.
He had been waiting for hours (because an hour and a half counted as plural so he wasn’t exaggerating) for Onew to get off work because he was finally making up for the lost movie night with a real movie visit - he’d even let Minho pick the movie.
If he’d known he’d be stuck in a boring cubicle across Onew’s watching him do math he would have spent the time on campus, catching up with friends or getting a bite.
The office was steadily emptying as Minho spun around in one of the black computer chairs, his tall legs pushing off the ground every once in a while to give it more speed.
He let the chair spin into a slow stop, looking at his boyfriend.
Onew was buried arms deep into work, the sleeves on his shirt rolled up and the upper two buttons unbuttoned. His tie had been stuffed into the pocket of his suit before Minho even arrived to the scene.
He was working on some sort of “extremely important” file that had to be handed in first thing the morning, directly to the boss on the 27th floor. Which meant it was pretty important indeed. His boyfriend was trying to make an impression, Minho knew, and the retirement of that old dude was only months away, anyway.
The younger watched as his boyfriend bit his lower lip in concentration, flicking some stray strands of hair away from his eyes with a sharp movement of his head. He always looked sexy when he was concentrating, whether it was at work or in bed.
Minho couldn’t help but to bite his own lip, eyes quickly darting around his surroundings to check if they were alone. The big room was almost dark, only the desk lamps shining where there were still people working.
More accurately: only two desk lamps were on, and one of them was Onew’s. Minho couldn’t help but smirk as he turned his gaze back to Onew, watching the way he rolled his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth. The movie could wait.
The slightly taller male slipped out of his seat quietly. The older was working on the last few sheets of paper from the file as Minho crouched down on the floor, carefully sneaking in under his table without being noticed.
He licked his lips in anticipation as he settled in between Onew’s spread legs; fingers itching to pull down the zipper at the top of his pants.
He let his fingers ghost over the older's flaccid cock, his touch so feather light Onew merely squirmed under him, Minho had to squeeze his own thighs together as all the blood in his body started rushing down south.
With a bolder touch he palmed Onew’s groin; startling him.
“What? Minho!” Onew hissed at the younger as he pushed his chair back and caught a glimpse of the younger on all fours under his table; looking up at him th rough his eyelashes. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The younger merely crawled forward, placing his hands on Onew’s thighs and massaging them. “Taking what is rightfully mine.” His voice was a low whisper, sending shivers up and down Onew’s spine.
“Not here for Christ’s sake!” The older’s eyes darted towards the other light source across the room, hoping the man was too far away and working too hard to notice what was going on inside Onew’s cubicle.
“He’s not going to notice a thing, hyung, as long as you keep your mouth shut.” Minho’s hands were steadily sliding up his boyfriend’s honey thighs. He lowered his head to where it was right over Onew’s groin, breathing out a hot gush of air that seeped easily trough the black fabric of the other’s pants. He heard Onew whimper.
He palmed his boyfriend again, happy to discover that he was growing hard. “You want this too, huh, hyung? You want me to suck you off at work?” Onew’s head hit the back of his chair with a low thud, his lips parting in a silent moan.
It had been too long since he’d last seen Minho like this. He swallowed thickly as he felt a tug at his waist, the younger undoing his belt before the button on the top of his pants was popped open.
“Hmm, hyung? You want me to stop?” Minho moved back to sit on his heels, removing his hands from Onew’s groin. “Or you want me to finish what I started.”
“Finish. Finish what you started.” Minho’s hands were back on Onew in a flash, his fingers curling around the thick shaft that was almost rock-hard by now. He gave it a few tugs, smirking at the low moans Onew was making.
The older's eyes were alternating between rolling into the back of his skull and throwing quick glances to his side, making sure they weren’t going to get caught.
Minho nuzzled his face into Onew’s groin, taking in the musky scent as he rubbed against the older's erection before mouthing the tip through the pants.
“Stop teasing already, we’re going to get caught.” Onew sounded impatient as his fingers dug into the armrests on the sides of his chair; his jaw tight.
Minho looked up at him with a smirk, not breaking eye-contact with his boyfriend as he reached up and started dragging the zipper down at a torturously slow pace. Once he was done he peeled the pants off, tugging them down to Onew’s knees and letting them pool around his feet.
The younger leaned back in, tongue darting out to lick the clothed member from base to tip, making sure to dig into the slit on the top; Onew’s thighs quivered.
Minho’s own pants were becoming painfully tight, his erection straining against the thick fabric of his jeans. Not wanting to drag it on any longer, the younger hooked two fingers into the waistband of Onew’s boxers, pulling them down and watched the other’s cock spring free, the head glistening with precum.
He wasted no time in taking the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it teasingly, listening to Onew’s muffled whimpers and moans coming from behind his hand.
He let his mouth slide further down, until the tip hit the back of his throat, and hollowed his cheeks, applying suction as he moved back up. He wrapped a hand around the base, moving it up and down in perfect unison with his wet mouth.
“Minho-ah, stop! Stop, stop, stop!” Onew’s dick popped out off the younger’s mouth as Onew’s fingers dug into his hair and pulled him off. “He’s leaving, he’ll pass by here!” Onew sounded more than mildly panicked, his eyes darting frantically between the fast approaching colleague and the male in between his legs.
He made a quick decision, pushing Minho back under the table as he rolled his chair forward, pretending to be deeply emerged in work just as the man walked past his cubicle.
“Still here I see.” The man spoke as he stopped just in front of Onew and later cursed inwardly because this had to be the worst timing this man had ever had.
“Yeah, just a few more sheets and I’m finished.”
Minho was not happy.
He had been pushed onto his back, sprawled out on the rough gray carpet that seemed to cover every inch of the floor with the exception of the toilets. And he was hard, aching for release, and that idiot was just standing there, chitchatting with his boyfriend.
His eyes roamed around the small space under Onew’s desk, which was really too small for Minho to feel even slightly comfortable as he had to bend his back and neck to not hit his head, and landed on the other’s erection.
It was wet and glistening in the faint light seeping in under the edge of the desk and Minho leaned forward, sucking it into his mouth back again. He might have heard Onew stutter.
He let the member slip deep into his mouth, forcing himself to relax his throat as he let the erection slip even further until it was all they way in.
He hated deep-throating (because he always felt like he was on the verge of gagging) but it was worth it this time just to tease Onew, who was having more and more difficulty formulating a decent sentence.
The thought: "You're in so much trouble" registered in his mind as he heard the man bid his farewell and head towards the elevators. He was yanked out from underneath the table just as he heard the silent elevator doors slowly shut.
“What do you think you're doing?” Onew’s face was red, from embarrassment no doubt, and he looked down at Minho with an angry expression. He didn’t look too intimidating at all, though; his pants and boxers around his ankles and his hard dick pressing against his shirt-covered abdomen.
“You pushed me. That was rude.” Minho said with a pout, stretching his neck from side to side demonstratively before continuing with a glint in his eyes, “But I’ll take my punishment.”
He was pulled up from the floor with a force the older rarely used and pushed against the desk, coming face to face with his lover.
“You little…” The words were almost a growl, Onew’s eyes definitively a shade darker than usual, as he looked Minho up and down hungrily.
“Tease?”
“Undress.” The word was low and commanding, making Minho’s shaft throb inside his pants.
“Gladly. Hyung.”
Onew leaned in to kiss him roughly as Minho fumbled with his pants, forcing the younger’s mouth open and pushing his tongue inside. The fight for dominance was short, the younger lost as soon as Onew sneaked a hand into his pants and squeezed his cock and there was a loud moan from deep within his chest that even Onew’s lips couldn’t muffle.
They broke apart, panting for air as the older pushed Minho’s pants and boxers down his thighs, grabbing both of their erections into his hands and letting them slide against each other.
He lifted his free hand up to Minho’s lips, sliding in two fingers; feeling the other’s tongue curl around them, coating them with saliva. As he pulled them out a long string followed, connecting the digits to Minho’s abused lips, glistening in the light from the desk lamp. “Turn around.”
He pressed his lover’s chest onto the top of the desk, not caring about the papers in between getting crumbled. The older kicked Minho’s legs apart before slipping the wet fingers between his cheeks; swirling them around the puckered entrance.
He watched the younger squirm, always too proud to beg until the teasing became unbearable. His other hand kneaded one of the cheeks, pulling it to the side so he could watch the whole show undisturbed.
“Ugh! Hyung! S-stop teasing!” Minho was panting beneath him, hair tousled and the side of his face pressing against the wooden surface beneath him, eyes closed shut and abused lips parted.
“That’s not how you ask, Minho-ah.” The older's voice was mocking, the power he always had over the younger intoxicating.
“P-please, hyung.” It came out as a whimper, and Onew finally pushed one finger in, marveling at the heat and tightness that surrounded it. He pumped it in and out slowly, watching Minho squirm underneath him in pleasure as he grabbed onto the edges of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.
Onew added in a second finger, the sight in front of him making his neglected cock throb, and started scissoring the younger’s entrance; stretching him well. He bent them slightly, pushing in at a new angle and Minho’s moans echoed through the empty floor as he found the younger’s prostate.
The older hit it dead on every time, and it didn’t take long before his lover was rocking back onto his fingers, moaning every time the digits brushed against that one spot.
“Oh god, hyung, just fuck me already!” The older chuckled as he pulled out his fingers from within Minho, before moving in right behind him, aligning his erection with the younger’s stretched hole; pressing against it but never slipping in more than a centimeter or two.
Minho would have pushed back if it wasn’t for Onew’s strong hands on his hips, pressing him down against the table as he continued to tease. His own legs were shaking, the desk supporting his weight because his feet had long since stopped.
“Please, hyung.” The whine was the unmanliest thing he had done in a long, long time but it didn’t matter as he felt his boyfriend slowly slip inside him, stretching him wider than before to the point where it hurt.
When the other’s hips pressed into his backside he let out a small breath of air he had been holding in unknowingly, forcing every muscle in his lower body to relax.
The other leaned over him, pressing his chest into his back and his lips against Minho’s exposed neck, the previous dominance gone; replaced by sweet gentleness.
When Minho pushed his hips back a fraction it was the sign Onew had been waiting for, slowly pulling out of the other before sinking back in with a slow pace.
The older was panting against Minho’s sweaty neck, the puffs of hot air making the younger arch his back.
There were no words exchanged as the two found the rhythm they so often shared, only the sound of panting and moaning filling the air around them as they moved in unison, both nearing their peak.
There was a slight tilt to his hips, a few degrees’ shift in the angle, as Onew thrust back in, hitting the bundle of nerves so precisely as only a lover could do.
Minho cried out as the tip of Onew’s member kept assaulting his prostate, heat pooling in his groin; the tell-tale sign of his nearing orgasm.
He was about to warn Onew, to try and tell him he was coming, but before he could the other snapped his hips, hitting his prostrate so hard Minho saw white as his body spazzed as cum welled out from his untouched member in long thick ropes, coating the surface between the desk and his front side.
Onew’s hips picked up the pace, pounding faster into the male underneath him as he rested his forehead between Minho’s shoulder blades; his eyes shut in deep concentration as he bit his lower lip.
It was just getting unbearable for Minho, Onew’s cock sliding in and out of his entrance while he was in such a sensitive state, when the other’s hips stuttered before he buried himself to the hilt; releasing his seed deep within the younger with a final moan.
The two of them lay still for a while, catching their breath before Minho stirred, the edge of the table digging painfully into his thighs now that Onew’s whole weight was on him.
The older pushed himself up on his hands, looking down at the sweaty male beneath him; his damp skin glowing and his long eyelashes casting long shadows over his cheeks.
Onew carefully slipped out of Minho before slumping down in his chair. The younger following, straddling his lap as he curled up against him with a satisfied smile, pressing his face into the crook of Onew’s neck.
“That has to be one of the best.”
“Mm…” The younger sighed in content, as he pressed even closer to Onew. “Just hope those papers weren’t too important.” He chuckled at the groan.
6 weeks
Walking in on your boyfriend throwing up into the toilet isn’t how Onew’s mornings usually began. That being said, he also thought the unusual-ness of the situation gave him the right to worry about Minho’s health.
So when Minho just brushed-off his concerns with a “I really can’t get sick right now, I have the stupid exams in a week.” and turned the shower on the older couldn’t help but frown.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Onew had to raise his voice a little - to over-power the noise filling the bathroom.
“Hyung, I just threw-up. I’m not eating!” Minho shouted back before a hand stuck out from behind the shower curtain, blindly looking for the toothbrush before locating it, and the toothpaste, and disappearing back into the shower again.
Onew couldn’t do anything but wait for the younger to step out, skin slightly flushed from the heat, with his blue toothbrush sticking out from his mouth.
The older threw him a towel from the rack before pulling his t-shirt over his head and pushing his boxers down over his hips. From there they slid down his legs by themselves, pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them and into the slippery bathtub.
He caught a glimpse of Minho towel-drying his long locks before the shower curtains separated them once more and he turned the water on. He was only in there for three minutes, the time it took for him to shampoo his hair and rinse it off and quickly wash his body with shower gel.
When he stepped out Minho was in front of the mirror, running his toothbrush under the running faucet.
“Twice?”
The younger’s eyes found his through the slightly foggy mirror and he nodded.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should stay home today.”
“I can’t. We have an important lecture today, and I have to hand in that essay or it will be late.” He pushed the bathroom door open and the cool air reminded Onew he’s still naked. “Besides,” Minho said from their bedroom, “I only have morning lectures, I’ll be out before lunch.”
-
It was hard concentrating on molecular structures when your stomach was doing back-flips. One minute he was fine and the next Minho was pressing his hand against his mouth as a precaution.
Maybe he should have listened to Onew, it might have been a short day with only one class but it was sort of a waste to show up if all you did was pray to not throw up all over the guy sitting in the row in front of you.
When the professor was finally done Minho all but sprinted out the classroom and down the hallway. The bathroom door flew open and hit the wall as he entered, his eyes scanning the place, looking for an empty stall and his feet taking him there as fast as they could without slipping on the slightly wet tiled-floor.
Of course this had to happen. Life was finally going somewhat smoothly again and heaven forbid fate or destiny or whatever would let Minho be happy and content for once.
She, or he (it could be a he right?), just had to throw something in his way again, and what better way to fuck things up than a stomach flu that would make him fail his exams.
And he really couldn’t afford to do that. His scholarship depended on it, and he depended on his scholarship, which paid a little more than half of his tuition fee - and Onew paid the rest, even though Minho felt terrible about it, so he had to work hard for every cent, just like his boyfriend worked hard to earn it.
Minho washed his mouth, grimacing at the sour taste that remained no matter how many times he tried to wash it out. He still felt a little sick but it wasn’t as bad as before and he made a mental note to go by the pharmacy on the way home and pick something up.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, still muted from when he was in the auditorium, and he pulled it out, reading Onew’s worried message, asking him if he was okay. He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the irony.
-
The day at the office was slow and torturous. Some of his colleagues were on a sick leave (it always happened in the masses during spring and autumn), and every time Onew’s boss dropped another folder on his desk he thought back at Minho, and wondered how his boyfriend was doing.
He hoped it wasn’t the stomach-flu.
That would affect his performance during his exams. And Minho hated bad grades.
He wanted to call Minho and ask him how he was doing but he settled for a text instead, in case he was still in class.
He got a “don’t worry, hyung” not five minutes later, and he could just imagine the look on Minho’s face that went along with the words. He pocketed the smart phone and drowned himself in work.
-
The medicine he had gotten from the pharmacy was definitively not helping, Minho could tell because once again he was in the bathroom, his stomach effectively emptying his dinner into the toilet.
Onew was still washing dishes, so at least it would go unnoticed this time (he always made a big fuss about it).The younger boy straightened up and flushed, the sound covered up by the running shower. He took his toothbrush with him as he stepped in under the hot water, washing his teeth thoroughly.
Onew wouldn’t question why his mouth tasted like peppermint either, when he tried to kiss him, it could easily be blamed on the late hour and Minho being tired and ready to go to bed.
-
On Friday Onew called to work early, the voice of the ever-cheerful secretary greeting him good morning. He asked for a day off, telling her he has to take his sick girlfriend to the doctors.
Minho gave him a sulky look and Onew felt slightly bad about having to lie, but it was the younger’s fault. Since that disastrous date a few weeks ago he had had to meet with two more girls.
If Minho wasn’t insisting on keeping their relationship a secret he wouldn’t have to lie to the secretary about it either.
“I’m not sick.” The younger said as soon as Onew lowered the phone from his ear.
Onew was close to saying, “wanna bet?” but came to his senses right before he blurted it out.
Turning on the competitive monster that was currently sleeping peacefully somewhere inside his boyfriend would not be the smartest thing to do considering his condition.
“You’ve been throwing up all week, Minho-ah. I’m not taking this any longer.” There was an appointment scheduled for 11.30 at the hospital down town and there was nothing that his boyfriend could do or say that would change Onew’s mind.
-
The doctor’s office was located on the seventh floor, the girl at the front desk told them. It was almost 11.25 and Onew was worried they’d be late with Minho was dragging his feet as the older waited for him in front of the elevators.
“This is really unnecessary. I could be at home studying.” He muttered as he finally made it to where Onew was waiting for him.
“Dragging your feet will only make it take longer.” Onew briefly wondered if their age difference was really just two years, because Minho was acting like a brat. He was glad he had a lot of patience, but he was hurt the younger couldn’t put his sulkiness aside and realize Onew was genuinely worried for him.
The doctors office was on the other side of the long hallway, and Onew’s patience was about to run out for the first time in years because there is no way they could make it in three minutes with the way Minho was dragging his feet.
He was surprised to see Minho picking them up for the first time since they had left the apartment and he reached out to hold his hand.
“I’m sorry I’m being difficult, hyung.” Onew’s head turned to his right, looking straight at Minho’s apologetic face and he wondered if he were telepathic.
He couldn’t help but smile a little and Minho squeezed his hand lightly. “It’s okay Minho-ah. The doctor will prove me wrong and then we’ll go home.”
“You owe me a movie night.” And Minho was just so adorable at that moment with his cute smile and big eyes Onew wanted to lean in and kiss him.
“Sure, we’ll swing by the rental on the way home.”
“And I want chips. And coke. Maybe chicken wings.”
“Don’t push your luck.” Onew bumped Minho’s shoulder playfully, knowing he couldn’t deny his boyfriend anything. Especially not food, since he was showing some appetite for the first time in a week.
He was wrapped around the younger’s little finger, and Minho knew it.
“Choi, Minho.” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the half-filled hallway, and Minho steered his steps towards the doctor in a white coat, standing at the door to his office.
“I’m doctor Kim, nice to meet you. Please, take a seat.” He sat down himself, pressing a few keys on his keyboard and pulled up Minho’s medical chart.
“You’ve been experiencing nausea and throwing up all week, right?” The doctor didn’t tear his eyes away from the screen as he scrolled down the information and Minho had to change the nod into a “yes”, but his voice got caught in his throat and came out all wrong and he had to cough to clear it up.
“Any fever?”
“No.”
“You’re in university. Any sick friends?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Have you eaten anything unusual that could be the cause?”
“No.” The doctor looked away from the screen for the first time and rolled his chair over to Minho. His fingers were cold as he probed up and down Minho’s neck and throat before pulling out a small flashlight and a tongue depressor.
“Say 'ah'.” Minho felt slightly stupid as he followed the instructions, tasting the wood on his tongue. His ears were next, and the younger couldn’t help but wonder what any of it had to do with the nausea before the doctor kicked his chair back.
The younger thought he was finally done when he saw the chair stop at a small metal van, filled with needles and tubes in different sizes. He felt the blood drain away from his face.
Doctor Kim picked out a needle and four tubes, placing them in his lap before he rolled back over to his patient.
“If you could just roll your sleeve up.”
Onew caught his boyfriend right before he hit the linoleum floor.
Despite Minho being 184 cm of pure muscle Onew still managed to lift him onto the examination table on the other side of the room. The doctor didn’t look concerned at all as he picked up the tubes he had placed on the desk and walked over to the unconscious body.
“You never can tell who’s a fainter.” He said as he rolled up Minho’s sleeve and tied a band around his arm. Onew would have never guessed either.
The needle sunk in without protest, now that the younger was out, and the four tubes filled quickly. A nurse stopped by the office not shortly after and collected the samples as she dropped off a glass of orange juice.
“You can come in for the results on Monday. I can call Mr. Fainter over there over the phone and let him know, but you’ll still have to come by my office for a prescription or a second check-up.” The doctor said as Minho was regaining consciousness.
-
“Do you still want chicken?” Onew asked as the car rolled out from the hospital’s parking garage.
“No.” The reply was short and sulky.
“You changed your mind?”
“I’m not hungry.” The younger refused to look at Onew and opted for staring out the passenger side window instead. He had been like that ever since he woke up twenty minutes prior on an examination desk in the doctor’s office with a glass of OJ next to him.
“You heard the doctor, you need to get some sugar in you.”
“The doctor can kiss my-“
“Minho!”
Onew turned the car radio on as the silence that settled between the two dragged on, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. Who would have guessed Choi Minho was afraid of needles.
“Last chance to choose.” The older announced as the car stopped at red lights. When there was no reply he turned left, choosing Minho’s favorite restaurant over his own.
“Why are we here, hyung?”
“You need to eat. You haven’t been eating all week, and doctors orders need to be followed.” Onew turned the engine off and stepped out the vehicle. The younger didn’t budge.
He walked around the car and opened the passenger side door, leaning down to where he was eye level with his sulking boyfriend. “Be a good boy now, or I’ll make sure the whole campus will find out, Mr. Fainter.” He barely dodged the punch Minho threw his way.
The sulky expression was soon replaced by a full mouth as the younger dug into his food, his mood steadily rising as the bowl became emptier and emptier.
“I miss going out.”
“You’re always working so late, or out on dates.” The younger licked his lips clean as he scraped the last grains of rice from his empty bowl.
“We should go out once a week. Like we used to, before we moved in together.”
“Movie nights, weekly dates… We’ll be like an old married couple.” The younger smirked, before catching the waitress’ eye and signaling for a second bowl.
“I’d love to ask you to marry me if I didn’t know you’d rip my balls off for proposing.”
The older couldn’t dodge the kick he got under the table.
Prologue | The First Trimester (Part 2/2)
A/N: This part makes me so nervous... Never written office smut before. They didn't even put the office supplies into good use.
A biiiiig biiiig thank you to my beta, apparently I can't spell through correctly and would have made a fool of myself if it wasn't for her.
"The First Trimester" is a 11k monster so I had to break it up into two parts. I'll update within the week but "The Second Trimester" will take some time because I'm in the middle of entrance exams and I'm supposed to be studying and not typing out 11k chapters about otp getting pregnant.