be quiet (1/1)
title: be quiet (1/1)
pairing: jongho
rating: nc-17
word count: 4400+
summary: jonghyun just wants a porn watching buddy, that’s all.
note: jongho all day, every day. enjoy peeps LOL I JUST CALLED YOU GUYS PEEPS OMG THOSE WERE THE FUCKING DAY ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
“Let’s watch porn.”
Minho blinks, eyes not moving from his laptop, to which he was typing away at. “Let’s not.” He looks up, blinks again, and returns back to whatever he was typing.
“No, I’m being serious, let’s watch porn.” Jonghyun crosses his hefty arms, nostrils flaring at how Minho won’t even pay attention to him.
“And I’m also being serious, let’s not.”
“Minho.”
“Jonghyun.”
“Just watch it with me! I found a really good video online, the girl is like…” Jonghyun pauses to outline the greatly exaggerated figure of a woman, “super hot.”
Minho snorts. “Hyung, this isn’t a youtube video. That’s weird as fuck. I’m not watching porn with you. Go away. I’m busy.”
Jonghyun clucks his tongue and pouts. “Yah… Why are you so mean.”
“Leave.” Minho commands and Jonghyun lets the door slam behind him on the way out.
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“Jinki… wanna watch porn?” Jonghyun almost squeals when he sees Jinki relaxing on the couch.
“I don’t have time, going over the schedule with hyung when he gets back.” Jinki sulks, changing his position on the couch so that his feet are elevated and his head is slung back, and closes his eyes. “I’m just going to...rest my eyes until he gets here.” Jinki sighs contently. “Yeah.”
“You’re a bad leader.”
“I’m not a bad leader, Jonghyun.” Jinki opens his eyes and glares through the small gap from his tilted head. “I just don’t have time to watch porn like you do.”
“Pfft. Sounds like a bad leader to me.” Jonghyun scoffs and stomps his way to Kibum’s shared room.
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“I found a great porn video…” Jonghyun causally says from his position on Taemin’s bed, his fingers playing with the duvet cover.
“That’s great.” Kibum deadpans.
“Really?” Taemin perks up, eyes glancing away from the laptop that is strategically placed on both of their thighs while they sit on Kibum’s bed.
“Yeah, she’s super hot.”
“What does she do?” Taemin asks, and Kibum nudges Taemin with his elbow.
“We don’t have time to watch porn.” Kibum warns him and turns to Jonghyun. “We don’t have time to watch porn.” He repeats himself in this condescending voice that makes Jonghyun scoff.
“Why? What are you doing?”
“I’m just telling Taemin about how if he projects his voice louder, he’d sound way better than you. Get out.” Kibum directly insults Jonghyun and the latter gasps.
“Don’t make me kiss you again and remind you just how good my mouth is.”
“Ugh, you’re so disgusting.” Kibum sighs and nudges Taemin again, trying to divert his attention back to the laptop.
When Jonghyun sneaks a glance at the laptop before he leaves, he notices a familiar teddy bear talking to a kangaroo. How Jonghyun lost to Winnie the Poo, he has no idea.
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“Why are you back here?” Minho questions when Jonghyun huffs and puffs his way to his bed and flops himself onto it, breathing a yell into the pillow during his childish tantrum.
“Why are you alive.” Jonghyun retorts through the fabric of his pillow.
“Why are you so worked up over a porn video?”
Jonghyun sighs, pulling himself up from his pillow and rests his weight on his forearm, head resting on his shoulder. “It’s really good, Minho.”
“It’s porn.” Minho deadpans.
“No, Minho, it’s not just porn. It teaches you a life lesson. Fuck; or get fucked.”
“I think you’ve misunderstood.” Minho says dryly and rolls his eyes.
Jonghyun pouts and realises that the clicking of Minho’s keyboard pad really infuriates him. “Please just watch it with me. It’s only like 20 minutes long.”
“20 minutes is a long time.”
“It’s not enough. You’ll know what I mean when you watch it!” Jonghyun grins, getting up and pushing Minho over on his bed to make room for himself.
“Yah…what are you doing, I haven’t said yes yet.” Minho pushes him lightly but Jonghyun only snuggles into his arm.
“What are you doing?” Jonghyun says, completely content now that he has a buddy.
“Typing.”
“Oh thanks for clearing that up.”
“Oh for fuck sake,” Minho rolls his eyes but there’s a smile on his face, “You’re not going to leave me alone until we watch it, are you?” Minho sighs, loud and exaggerated, when Jonghyun makes an affirmative sound. “Fine.”
Jonghyun grins and snatches the laptop from Minho’s lap, positioning it between them like Taemin and Kibum had done before he quickly closes the word document and opens the internet browser.
“Wait, are we watching it here? Like, on my bed?” Minho’s brows furrow as he watches the screen for a porn website pop up on his screen, cursing the fact that they’re on his laptop. Now he’s going to have to delete his history.
“Why not?” Jonghyun says, disinterested.
“It’s a little…” Minho snorts. “…Intimate.”
“I’m not exactly going to grab your cock, Minho.” Jonghyun laughs deep in his throat, chuckling harder when he sees Minho scowl.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, what if your tiny cock happens to brush against mine and then you accidently discover your love for me? I don’t want to be raped.”
Jonghyun rolls his eyes. “Number one; since I am older and better behaved than your immature self, I will simply state that my cock is not small. Far from it, since we’re on the topic. Number two; how the fuck would it brush against yours? What, when you accidently push the laptop off our laps and roll onto me in your display of manly affection? No. And number three; everybody knows that you’ve been yearning for me since the beginning of time so…shut up.” Jonghyun finishes with a smirk and Minho scoffs.
“There is truly not one thing about you that I do not find completely repulsive, hyu - ”
“Shhh, it’s on.” Jonghyun interrupts him and nearly shakes with excitement when he first sees the girl walk into the men’s locker room with a pair of stilettos and a skirt so short that it doesn’t even cover the curve of her ass. She’s hot as fuck, really.
“Jonghyun.”
“Shh, I can’t hear what they’re saying.”
“Jonghyun.”
“Minho, shut up.”
“Jonghyun.” Minho says calmly for the last time and Jonghyun pauses the video, a snapshot of the girl looking through her lashes on the screen.
“What?!” Jonghyun huffs and frowns. All he wants to do is show somebody how hot this girl is, and nobody will watch her with him.
“Who is this girl?”
“What?” Jonghyun’s tone changes, he’s laced with confusion now. What type of question is that when you’re watching porn? He understands that she’s hot, but he isn’t exactly going to google her to find more about her! Jonghyun quickly scrolls down the page, searching and searching until he sees a name. “Her name is… Minjung.” Jonghyun nods and scrolls back up, relieved that Minho didn’t ask him to turn it off.
“…You do realise that she looks exactly like me, right?”
Jonghyun’s lips purse as he looks between Minho and the screen and his head tilts as he blinks. “No she doesn’t.” He denies.
When Minho says Jonghyun’s name the next time, it’s almost alarming at how serious he sounds. But, really, Jonghyun genuinely does not see the resemblance.
“Is this an excuse so you don’t have to watch it?”
“You really think I would stoop that low?”
“…No?” Jonghyun tests, but he’s clearly lying and they both know it.
Minho raises a brow. “Fine. Play the video. Not like I’m watching a long lost twin or anything.” Minho incredulously agrees eventually and Jonghyun smiles after he’s searched Minho’s face for something, although he doesn’t know what.
The girl, Minjung as Jonghyun now knows her, smoothly walks over to the buff lad with a shaved head and curls her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sensual kiss. Jonghyun sighs contently, even though her choice in men is somewhat questionable, and finds comfort draping an arm over Minho’s stomach with his head pressed against his heart.
He can hear Minho’s heart race, which is odd.
“What are you doing?” Minho asks, alarmed, and in that split second that Jonghyun glances up at him, he actually sees where Minho is coming from because he swears that he just saw Minjung, rather than Minho, then.
Jonghyun hides his head in Minho’s chest in shame when he feels his cock twitch then, and he’s sure it’s not because of Minjung.
“Yah, what are you doing?!” Minho tries to pry his head off, leaving Jonghyun a little uncertain about why he’s getting so worked up over it because honestly? They’ve done this hundreds of times.
“Can’t I use you as a pillow?” Jonghyun pouts.
“Um, not while we’re watching porn on my bed, no.” Minho says and Jonghyun rolls his eyes and dismisses his words like they mean nothing, gluing his eyes to the screen again.
Only, there’s a problem now, because now all Jonghyun can see is Minho, Minho, Minho. It’s now Minho lacing his fingers around Baldy’s cock, it’s now Minho who’s moaning, it’s all Minho now.
Fuck. Jonghyun can feel his cock hardening, all blood deciding that it’s a great idea to travel southwards at that unfortunate moment instead of remaining in his head, where he should be having rational thoughts about how Minho is his best friend and how they’re watching the porn like Jonghyun suggested and fuck, Minjung really looks like Minho and it’s making him so much more turned on than it’s supposed to.
Jonghyun takes another tentative glance in Minho’s general direction and whirls it back around so quickly he nearly suffers from whiplash when he sees that Minho’s eyes aren’t on the screen, but on him.
“Is there a problem?” Minho asks and Jonghyun can feel his voice vibrating in his chest, can feel his deep voice practically inviting him inside his pants.
“Uh, no,” Jonghyun clears his voice when he accidently squeaks out his words, “Nope, no problem at all.”
“…Okay…” Minho sounds like he doesn’t believe and Jonghyun doesn’t exactly blame him, really. He keeps on shuffling, his mind only focusing on not hitting Minho in the thigh with his erection even though he’s dying to. Even though he’s dying to make Minho choke on his cock like Minjung is doing to Baldy right now.
Minjung takes it a step further and Jonghyun swears that he’s going to pass out from loss of blood circulating in his body and the sheer amount that has accumulated in his cock. It’s throbbing, he’s so hard. He can imagine it so clearly, Minho deep throating his cock, moaning with his lips wrapped around the base while he’s on his knees, tugging at his own cock, trying to bring them both to completion but never letting them have it, not until somebody’s cock is inside the other. Jonghyun isn’t too fussy at this point, from what he can remember from this video, Minjung seems to have a hell of a time with a cock inside her, so maybe Minho would too.
Jonghyun would never say no to that.
“Jonghyun.” Minho whispers, loud enough to catch Jonghyun’s attention. Jonghyun shuffles a little and makes an acknowledging grunt to show that he’s listening. He’s doesn’t really trust his voice.
“Your erection is rubbing against my thigh.” Minho whispers with his lips against Jonghyun’s ear. His hot breath brings a flush to Jonghyun’s cheeks and elicits a twitch from his hard cock. All of that aside though, Jonghyun realises what Minho has realised and just how screwed he actually is. He hides his head in shame, again.
“Now, what I want to know…”Minho taunts, peeling Jonghyun’s head away from his chest so he has to look nowhere else but into Minho’s scrutinizing gaze. “Is whether you’re hard from her…?” Minho sneaks forward, just a little, and Jonghyun wouldn’t have even noticed it unless his senses were heightened to the max. “…Or me?” He finally finishes and Jonghyun can’t take stop himself from what he’s about to do, even if he wanted to.
He claims Minho’s lips as his own, frantically pressing them together harshly and nibbles on Minho’s plump lower lip in a silent beg for entrance. If Minho’s surprised, or unwilling, he definitely isn’t showing it, he’s simply letting Jonghyun dominate his mouth, just letting their tongues flick against each other’s, just letting Jonghyun do as he pleases.
It’s exhilarating, how all Jonghyun’s emotions hit him at once. Like during his time spent with Minho, there’s always been something underlying that he couldn’t pinpoint, it’s always just been there and he had never bother to question it because it’s just who they are, but now he’s finally found it. Like a missing part to the puzzle, but a lot less cheesy and a lot more lustful.
Jonghyun gasps when Minho nudges the laptop away from them to trace mindless patterns over the bulge in Jonghyun’s jeans. It’s a wonder that he can reach, despite Jonghyun being further down on the bed, but then again, everything about him is just so fucking long it’s a wonder how he has difficulty reaching some things. With his patience shrinking and shrinking, Jonghyun shuffles to his knees and hooks his fingers in Minho’s sweatpants, Minho lifting his lips off the bed to allow Jonghyun to remove them completely and the latter can feel his eyes growing heavy from the delicious sight of Minho’s cock, furious and throbbing when he curls his fingers around it, beading pre cum oozing from the tip.
He can feel Minho’s gaze on him, lips parted and particularly red from the abuse with a glazed over haze in his eyes, wonder and acknowledgement as Jonghyun fists his cock in slow, teasing strokes, thumbing over the head and smearing the pre cum. Jonghyun slowly licks his lips subconsciously at the sight, he doesn’t know if he’s always wanted this, or it’s just something that’s spurred on from the video, but either way, he leans forward to hesitantly dart his tongue over the slit, pulling his tongue back into his mouth and moaning at the strong taste.
“Hyung.” Minho groans, his fingertips massaging the crown on Jonghyun’s head as he goes back for another taste, this time taking the entire head into his mouth a swivelling his tongue around it. Minho’s breath is stuttered, unstable, as Jonghyun works himself past the head and back up, his head bobbing and cheeks hallowing as he sucks, and Minho lets out breathy noises that are just a step lower from a full-blown moan. Jonghyun can hear Minjung’s moans coming from the laptop, the noise slightly altered from the speakers and she actually sounds really fucking annoying now compared to Minho’s deep groans, the ones that make Jonghyun’s cock stir and his breath hitch.
Minho pulls Jonghyun off his cock with a swift tug of his arms and immediately latches his lips onto Jonghyun’s, slipping his tongue inside desperately and moans deep in his throat when Jonghyun smiles as he returns the kiss.
“Can I fuck you?” Jonghyun asks, a lot blunter than he means to admittedly, but he’s said the words now and it’s not like he can swallow them right back down his throat. Minho pulls back, an alarmed look in his eyes, before his features relax and he awkwardly scratches the back of his head.
“I didn’t know we were going to…do…that...” He says after a couple of tense moments and Jonghyun gives a twitch of a brow, shrugging, trying his best to ignore the big fat red light underneath his lids.
“I just thought…” Jonghyun trails off uneasily, wiping the corners of his mouth, the taste of Minho still as strong as ever in his mouth.
“Let’s just…fool around, okay? What’s the rush?” Minho voices knowledgeable reason, much to Jonghyun’s amazement, and Jonghyun nods.
“Yeah, yeah okay, fool around.” His nodding continues before he leans forward to peck Minho’s lips quickly, cautiously.
“God, Jonghyun, I didn’t mean it like that, we’ll just, you know, see where it takes us. Nothing set in stone, that kind of thing.”
Jonghyun nods again. “Right, yeah, yeah of course.” He leans forward with the same caution and captures Minho’s lips a lot more desperately this time, teasing and a whimper catches in his throat when Minho unbuckles his jeans and slides down the zipper, freeing some of the welling tension in his cock. The tent in his boxers is quite a humorous sight, Jonghyun figures, because Minho’s laughing against his lips, eyes downcast to the obvious bulge.
“You really find me that attractive, hyung?” Minho smirks and cups his palm over Jonghyun’s clothed cock. Jonghyun directly feels the heat from his hand and he inhales sharply at the contact - Minho is finally, finally touching him and albeit with fabric in the way, he’ll take what he can get at this point.
“Shut up.” Jonghyun says, slightly annoyed that his voice sounds a lot more breathless than it’s supposed to, when they’re only partaking in heavy petting. Once Minho’s hand finally slinks under his boxers and his fingers wrap around his cock, Jonghyun gasps and hides his face in Minho’s chest, the chest that is taking his head for a ride as he chuckles.
“Feel good?” Minho says in that condescending voice and Jonghyun groans, half from the pleasure that’s streaming through him and half because Minho’s an annoying asshole.
“Be quiet.” Jonghyun murmurs as he flexes his hips into the tight ring of Minho’s fingers, begging him to go faster.
“Are you imagining it’s her?” Jonghyun looks up to see Minho nodding towards the screen, to which Minjung is effectively pumping a cock between her breasts and much to Jonghyun’s surprise, he shakes his head.
It’s all Minho now.
“Good.” Minho nods and pulls Jonghyun in for another shattering kiss, pushing him towards the bed to climb aboard, his naked thighs rubbing against the fabric around Jonghyun’s groin.
“Wait, let me - ”
“Yeah.” Minho slides off and is back to straddling Jonghyun’s lap the second he’s half naked. He presses his cock against Jonghyun’s, his hand holding them together as he gives short little thrusts to boost the pleasure. Jonghyun’s head thrashes against the pillow, biting back a moan as he feels the solid ridge of Minho’s cock press against his own, but as soon as he finds that he could probably cum like this, with Minho on top of him, just pressing their cocks together, the heat on his thighs is gone and so is the pleasure.
“What,” Jonghyun squeaks and clears his throat for the second time that night, “What are you doing?”
“I want you to fuck me.” Minho shoots him a heated look through his lashes.
Jonghyun raises to his elbows blinks. “…Really?”
A sultry smile plays on Minho’s lips. “Mmhmm.”
“…Do you know what to do?” Jonghyun eases out and Minho’s sexy mask falls right onto the bed.
“You asked to fuck me and you don’t know what to do.” Minho deadpans, eyes squinted.
Jonghyun scoffs. “No, of course I know what to do, it’s just… Do you?”
“Of course I do.” Minho fires him a look that’s incredulous and angry all mixed together in one feature that makes him look fucking gorgeous.
“Right.” Jonghyun nods once and falls back onto the bed. “Hop on then, slut.” Jonghyun smirks and Minho leans back on his heels, brows raised and lips in a neutral line, not making any movement to hop on like Jonghyun’s ordered him to.
Pause. “Don’t call me that.”
Jonghyun nods. “Sorry.”
Minho smiles victoriously at Jonghyun’s submission but sighs. “You obviously have no idea what you’re doing. Have you never watched gay porn before?”
“I can’t say that I have, no.” Jonghyun laughs lightly.
“Well first, what you’re going to have to do…” Minho climbs on top of his stomach and bends over, his head lingering higher up that Jonghyun has to stretch his neck to see him. Minho takes Jonghyun’s wrist from his thigh and sucks three of his fingers into his mouth. It’s warm, it’s wet, and Jonghyun’s cock immediately twitches back to life, his mind wandering at the thought of his cock being inside his hot mouth instead of his fingers. Minho’s tongue slicks them with his saliva and he removes them from his mouth, a string of saliva trailing behind before it snaps as he guides Jonghyun’s fingers to his entrance. “…Is finger me.”
“You have a lot of expertise in this area.” Jonghyun smiles softly as his fingers trace around the puckered wrinkles, experimentally putting pressure on the hole, testing the waters before he steps in, and Minho inhales sharply before he breathes a laugh.
“Be quiet and do it already.” Minho breathes out and Jonghyun takes the chance to press his finger inside slowly. Minho’s back curves, sucking his middle finger in deeper accidently, but moans loudly when Jonghyun’s knuckle deep.
“You’re so tight.” Jonghyun whispers in awe, angling his head to invite Minho for a kiss and their lips lock as Jonghyun carefully pumps his fingers in and out. It’s nothing like a girl, nothing at all like a girl. It’s a lot drier despite the saliva, Jonghyun notices, but it’s a lot tighter and he just knows that it would be mind-blowing to be fully sheathed inside.
He adds another finger inside and captures the moan straight from Minho’s throat, trying to repress his own when he curls his fingers and Minho’s stomach drops onto his as his back arches, ass sticking straight in the air.
By the time he’s added in a third finger and is comfortable pumping it in and out, Minho holding onto the metal bar above their heads, Jonghyun swears that his cock is about to spontaneously combust from the lack of attention. Jonghyun pulls his fingers out and pushes Minho down by the thighs, his cock fitting into the valley of Minho’s ass and groans at the pleasure. He can vaguely hear Minjung moan in the background, but all he can see is Minho.
“You look weird on top of me.” Jonghyun commentates when Minho lifts himself, riding Jonghyun but not actually riding him. Not in the sense that he wants.
“Ugh, be quiet.” Minho moans, rolling his hips.
Jonghyun smirks, liking the pleasant change of Minho’s disposition. “Are we going to fuck yet or…?” He tests, trying his best to contain the grin on his lips but fails when Minho shoots him a look of venom.
Jonghyun doesn’t even expect it when Minho slams himself down on Jonghyun’s cock. He gasps loudly, body tensing as he’s enveloped by the most pleasurable feeling that he’s ever felt in his life and focuses all of his self-will to not buck up into him.
“Shit, Minho, warn a guy.” Jonghyun manages to say, his voice strained as he further concentrates on not lifting Minho right back up and throwing him back down on his cock. He glances up quickly to Minho’s face and does a double take, noticing how Minho’s eyes are glued shut and his face is scrunched up and fuck, he’s in pain. “Shit, are you okay?”
Minho inhales deeply and exhales out his mouth. “Just…give me a sec.” His voice sounds equally as strained as Jonghyun’s did, but it’s for a different reason and Jonghyun lifts himself up, arm wrapping around Minho as he kisses his chest, taking a soft dark nub into his mouth and abusing it with his teeth and tongue until it stands at full attention.
“Relax.” Jonghyun coos as he rubs the small of Minho’s back with his palm, averting his attention from his cock to his best friend. Being inside is fucking indescribable, but he’s not going to hurt Minho to get it. Minho takes one last heavy breath before his body slumps against Jonghyun’s, accepting his cock, and Jonghyun gasps at the slight pressure change.
The arm that had been holding Jonghyun’s weight buckles and he falls flat against the bed and Minho rocks himself slowly, Jonghyun’s cock sliding in and out in small movements. It’s just as mind blowing as he had thought it would be, even better in fact. Minho’s ass clenches around his cock just right, pulsating around his cock as he sways up and down.
“Feels…good..” Minho nods like Jonghyun’s asked him a question and leans forward, back arching as he pecks Jonghyun’s lips and rests his forehead on Jonghyun’s. They share the same warm breath, grunting and moaning to each other as Minho fucks himself onto Jonghyun’s cock.
Jonghyun digs his heels into the mattress, trying to get deeper inside that tight heat, and Minho grinds himself upon Jonghyun, moaning expletives quietly as Jonghyun squeezes his ass and pulls the cheeks apart. Deeper, deeper, deeper.
Minho looks beautiful with his hair slicked to his forehead, lips parted and eyebrows burrowed as little whimpers escape his mouth, Jonghyun decides as he looks up in wonder when Minho clasps his fingers around his cock and starts to shamelessly tug at it with no finesse, just anything to get him there. Jonghyun can feel the change around his cock, it’s begging him to release, begging him to fill Minho’s tight hole with his cum.
“Fuck…I’m gonna cum soon.” Minho warns him, rocking harder and desperately trying to get more of Jonghyun inside him despite the fact that he’s already balls deep each slam on Minho’s hips.
“Me too, fuck Minho,” Jonghyun can’t cease his hips as he fucks up into Minho, clenching the latter’s thighs to a bruising degree as he matches Minho’s fast tempo.
“I’m coming.” Minho pants out, quickening his hand and strings out white shoot against Jonghyun’s stomach, droplets spotting over his tan skin as Minho speeds up his thrusts. It’s a chain reaction, seeing Minho’s face in the perfect mirror of pleasure that he’s brought him sets Jonghyun off and he fills Minho up, eyes falling shut as each wave of pleasure surges through him and exits through his cock.
“So…” Jonghyun starts and Minho already sighs before he even hears what Jonghyun says. “…fooling around, huh?” He smirks as Minho rolls off his cock and nudges the laptop out the way to wedge himself between Jonghyun and the wall.
“Be quiet, Jonghyun.” Minho groans, wiping some of the excess cum on his hand on his bed sheets, face contorted in displeasure.
“What? I’m just saying… No need to be cranky.” Jonghyun clucks his tongue and scoops some of Minho’s cum that’s splattered on his chest to follow Minho’s movement. “We should totally watch porn together more often. What?! Don’t give me that look. I’m just saying…”