grab your dick and double-click
title: grab your dick and double-click
pairing(s): onkey
rating: pg-15
wordcount: ~2600
summary: Kibum has a fantastic ass. Jinki wants to hit that.
a/n: continuation of that other piece of crack, from back when I liked to write non-AU fic. I also have it linked down below in the actual fic, lol, at roughly where it takes place, timewise. This whole mess is inspired by this, this, this, this, this, also this, etc, etc. The title, lmao, is from Avenue Q. Doesn't really make sense for the fic, but I think it's catchy so.
edit: apparently the rating was misleading, so i changed it lmao. just so that we're clear: there's no buttsex up in this fic.. but there is other stuff. lol.
Jinki doesn't have to be told that Key has a nice body. He's known it practically forever. As a trainee, he'd admire Kibum's dancing from afar, envying his natural, slinky grace and wishing things like that came easily to him. And then, of course, after their debut, Kibum had begun learning girl group dances, which emphasized hips and ass and were very easy on the eyes. Jinki had enjoyed those.
But this is different.
Jinki's sitting on the couch in the living room of the dorm, his laptop balanced on his knees and an iced tea in his left hand. He's been reading through messages from the fans, chuckling occasionally at their brazenness. Then, suddenly, one message out of hundreds catches his attention.
"Minho oppa! You like to have Key oppa's constant support, right? So you like this also~?"
There's a link, and the message isn't even for him but Jinki clicks it. He's redirected to a page full of images, and as they load, he finds himself looking at dozens of photos of Kibum.
More specifically, he's looking at Kibum's backside.
And for the first time, he begins to appreciate what a nice backside it is. He's known that Kibum's ass is beautiful, but never, ever, ever before has he considered it in a sexual light. After all, this is his bandmate. That's just not allowed. But now, looking at these pictures, it's impossible not to ogle it. The way the light hit those perfect cheeks, accentuating their plumpness and the way they sat above those curvy thighs, makes Jinki's mouth water.
And then Kibum himself walks into the room, and Jinki can't help but stare.
"What?" Kibum says aggressively, noticing that Jinki's eyes are glued to him. "Is there something wrong with my outfit? Oh my God, is my underwear showing?" He cranes his neck to scrutinize the seat of his pants, lifting his shirt to reveal a strip of pale flesh above the line of his tight, tight skinny jeans.
"No, you look fine," Jinki says, licking his lips and swallowing hard. "I'm just... I'm going to take a shower now."
"Whatever," Kibum says, watching his reflection in the TV. "I'm going shopping."
Jinki abandons the laptop on the couch and wobbles to the bathroom for a long, cold shower.
...
Jonghyun is the one who walks into the living room next, and he finds Jinki's laptop open to a page full of Key's butt. He raises one eyebrow, confused.
"What the hell...?" he murmurs.
Minho strolls in and sees the unusually contemplative expression on Jonghyun's face.
"What's up?" he asks. He peers at the screen, recognizes Kibum's ass, and smirks at Jonghyun. "Wow. Really?"
"No no no," Jonghyun says quickly. "This is Jinki's... I'm just trying to figure out why he was even looking at this."
"Looking at what?" Taemin says, entering the room. Minho beckons him closer and the three of them crowd around the laptop.
"At this," Jonghyun says grimly.
"Hyung, this is perverted," Taemin says wrinkling his nose. "What's wrong with you?"
"It's not me!" Jonghyun says, exasperated. "It's Jinki hyung."
"Is he in love with Kibum hyung?" Taemin says wonderingly. "That'd explain a lot."
"Like what?" Minho asks.
"Like why he walked into the shower a few minutes ago muttering, 'He is not sexy, he is not sexy,' under his breath."
Jonghyun suddenly bursts into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Minho says irritably. "Our leader might be gay, this is nothing to laugh about."
"But that's it," Jonghyun gasps, clutching his sides. "He's in love with Kibum! Do you not see the possibilities?"
"You think we should play with them," Taemin surmises, his eyes bright.
"Well," Minho says. He looks tempted. "But..."
"No, this is good," Jonghyun says before he can finish. "We'll make hyung think that Kibum likes him, and then he'll make a complete fool out of himself. It's going to be hilarious."
Even Minho has to admit that it sounded good, and the three of them set to work planning.
...
The next day, Taemin approaches Jinki after dance practice. On the other side of the room, Kibum and Jonghyun are lying flat on the floor, and Jonghyun gives Taemin a discreet thumbs up. From another corner of the room, Minho is watching everything carefully.
"Hyung," Taemin says, tugging on Jinki's sleeve. "Can we talk for a second?"
"Yeah, sure," Jinki says, smiling at the maknae. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Well," Taemin says slowly. "It's about Kibum."
Jinki tenses and glances involuntarily at where Jonghyun and Kibum are now sitting up and talking.
"What about him?" Jinki asks carefully.
"It's just, I think he might be gay," Taemin says in a confidential whisper. "Because... well, don't tell anyone, but I think he has a crush on you."
"What?" Jinki yelps, his heart thudding hopefully. Then he gives a nervous laugh. "Taemin, don't be silly. Of course he doesn't have a crush on me. I... but what would make you think that?"
"Well, I heard him in the bathroom the other day," Taemin says. "Doing... you know." He jerks his hand in the air a couple times. "Doing that, and he was kind of... moaning. Moaning your name."
Jinki pictures it involuntarily in his mind - Kibum, legs spread, stroking himself rapidly, his face the picture of ecstasy, and Jinki's name on his lips - and it's embarrassing how aroused he is. He swallows a whimper and tries to will his half-hard dick back down, but then, from across the room, Kibum is shrieking.
"YAH!"
Jonghyun has just emptied an entire water bottle on Kibum, and now the latter is soaking wet, his white T-shirt dripping and clinging sensually to his torso and Jinki is now completely hard because Kibum is not only standing and displaying that amazing ass, but his shirt is also transparent and fuck if Jinki's not turned on by the sight of those perky nipples. He watches, unable to look away, as Kibum lifts the hem of his shirt and attempts to wring it dry, exposing his flat stomach in the process.
"I - I need to pee," Jinki stutters, and he flees the practice room.
The bathroom is just down the hall, but it feels much farther when Jinki is this achingly hard; every step is a little painful. He finally locks himself into one of the stalls, pulls down his pants, and grabs his cock hastily; in a few short strokes he's coming hard, his seed spurting out onto the inside of the stall door. Drained, he sinks onto the toilet seat and wipes himself off, panting shallowly and wishing to God that this wasn't real.
...
"Yeah," Taemin says gleefully. "He's got it bad for Kibum hyung."
...
There's a period of about a week in which Jinki refuses to believe that Kibum really likes him.
"It's not possible," he says to Taemin, time and time again. "Why would he like me?"
And each time, Taemin replies, "Love works in mysterious ways, hyung. Just accept it."
Finally, once Jinki's convinced that he's the object of Kibum's affections, the rest of them notice a remarkable change in him. He holds his head higher and smiles more broadly; he spends more time watching Kibum and less time studying Japanese puns. He has become, overall, a much more confident man than he was before. Admittedly, Kibum doesn't pay much attention to this at all, but, to the other three, that makes it even funnier.
Late at night, when they should all be sleeping, Taemin leaves Kibum and Jinki snoring peacefully and sneaks into the other bedroom. Minho is lying on his bed with his eyes closed, and Jonghyun is sitting up and typing busily away at his laptop.
"So," Taemin whispers, closing the door quietly behind him and plopping onto Minho's bed. "Any progress?"
"Yeah," Jonghyun says. "I have a good idea."
"Here's an idea. Get off my bed," Minho slurs tiredly.
"No," Taemin says dismissively, scooting closer to Minho's figure.
"So here's what I think we should do," Jonghyun continues. "You know how Jinki hyung was looking at pictures of Kibum's ass? Okay, so what if we show Kibum pictures of Jinki hyung's ass, and then plan it so that hyung walks in right at that moment. And he'll think Kibum is checking him out, and he'll get all cocky - it'll be so great!"
"I like it," Taemin says.
"It's stupid," Minho mumbles.
"So are you looking up pictures of hyung's butt right now?" Taemin asks.
"Yeah," Jonghyun says, frowning. "Only, it's kind of hard... that one of Kibum, that was a fanmade collage specifically about his ass. But I can't find one for Jinki and, you know. I'm not about to make one!"
"Huh," Taemin hums absently. "Well, let me know when you find one." With that, he lies down and curls up next to Minho, who grunts in protest but, after a moment, wraps his arm around Taemin's skinny shoulders.
"What, no cuddle action for me?" Jonghyun mutters.
Five minutes later, Taemin has just drifted off to sleep when Jonghyun lets out a cry that is equal parts horror and delight.
"What? What is it?" Taemin says blearily, propping himself up on his elbows.
Minho, frowning in his sleep at the disturbance, lets loose a string of low, rumbling syllables that sounds remarkably akin to "I like boobies."
"I found the perfect website," Jonghyun breathes. "Shit. This is too good."
"Let me see," Taemin says, rubbing his eyes and moving to Jonghyun's bed.
"Taemin-ah," Jonghyun says, grinning. "Allow me to introduce you to the Dubulge."
...
Taemin, Minho, and particularly Jonghyun all want very much to be present when Jinki catches Kibum looking at pictures of his crotch, but they also want the moment to be natural. So they end up planting two video cameras in the dorm - one in the kitchen and one in the bedroom - and leaving. They go to a cafe and snicker heartily over their cappuccinos as they imagine what's going on in the dorm.
They have no way of knowing that what's going on in the dorm is far beyond their wildest imaginations.
...
Fresh out of the shower, Jinki is in his favorite blue boxer briefs and is just pulling on a T-shirt - whose, he's not sure, but he thinks it could be Taemin's - when Kibum walks into the bedroom.
"Hyung," he says in a low voice.
Jinki turns, surprised. He's been basking in the glory of his little flirting escapade, proud of himself for being so suave but not expecting anything to really come of it. So when he sees how flushed Kibum is, how needy he looks, Jinki can't help but be a little taken aback.
"Um - what's up?" he says, awkwardly half in and half out of his shirt.
"I'm sorry I was looking at those - those pictures," Kibum says quietly. "It really was an accident."
"Oh, well that's," Jinki says, gulping. "That's totally okay. I don't mind if you look. I don't even mind if you look in person."
"Then - can I?"
Jinki nearly chokes on his own spit.
"You - what? You actually want to? Like - all the way - ?"
"You just said I could," Kibum points out. He crosses his arms, his eyes dark and unreadable.
"Well," Jinki flounders. "Right now?"
"Yeah. You're not even dressed yet."
"I - I guess you have a point," Jinki stutters. He pulls his T-shirt entirely on and smooths it down over his chest. "Um, you're serious about this?"
"Of course," Kibum says.
"Right," Jinki says, taking a deep breath. "Well, if you could just give me a minute, that would be nice, because, you know, I don't really do this every day, and so - "
"Shut up," Kibum snaps. He steps forward, kneels, and, so swiftly that Jinki can only squeak in protest, pulls down Jinki's briefs himself. At the sight of Jinki's cock he gives an audible moan, and Jinki whimpers helplessly, because from this angle it looks exactly like he's about to get a blow job. Kibum is gazing at his dick worshipfully, and those pretty pink lips are hovering mere centimeters from his shaft, and at the thought of how wet and hot Kibum's mouth would be, wrapped sinfully around him, Jinki feels himself grow extremely, embarrassingly hard.
"My god, hyung," Kibum breathes, and Jinki can feel the warmth of his breath play over his cock as he exhales. "Are you that happy to see me?"
"M - maybe," Jinki says, struggling to concentrate on what he's saying. He should probably put his underwear back on now, or apologize to Kibum, or get his fucking boner away from his bandmate's face, but it's hard to think of what to do when he's so hard and Kibum is so close and he wants this so fucking badly.
"Hyung," Kibum says, sounding suddenly panicked. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"Could we - could you stand up, please," Jinki says, and Kibum does so without resistance. "Um, I think we should kiss."
"I'm okay with that," Kibum whispers, and then their mouths meet in a slow-moving tangle of tongue and lips and teeth, and maybe they're not very good at this, but it feels nicer than anything Jinki's ever felt before, and that's good enough for him.
Well, except that it's not, because he still has a really hard cock that desperately needs attention. And Kibum seems to realize this, because after a minute he reaches down to cup Jinki's balls, massaging and fondling them and smiling at the way Jinki gasps and clutches at Kibum's shoulders for support. They end up on the bed, Jinki splayed out on his back and Kibum leaning over him, stroking Jinki's cock slowly with one hand.
"Fuck," he hisses, "fuck, Kibum, fuck - "
"Is this good?" Kibum murmurs. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," Jinki moans, "fuck yes - fuck - faster - !"
And so Kibum redoubles his pace, sliding his hand up and down the length of Jinki's dick, slicking it with precome. Jinki tilts his head back, his eyes squeezed shut with the force of the pure pleasure wracking his body, because fuck, Kibum is jerking him off. Kibum, gorgeous, sexy Kibum, has his hand wrapped around strange, clumsy Lee Jinki's dick, and he's breathing heavily into Jinki's ear and jerking him off, and Jinki doesn't care if this is a dream, because it's the best one he's had in a while.
"Kibum," he pants. "Oh god, yes - "
And, as his moans become sobs, and Kibum's strokes become more frenzied than ever, and Jinki feels like he's going explode from the heat rushing through him, he reaches his climax, crying out and coming messily on Kibum's shirt. Everything is warm and fuzzy and he smiles contentedly, ready to fall asleep, but Kibum isn't done yet.
"Don't you dare pass out right now," he hisses, and Jinki nods.
"Okay."
Kibum pulls down his pants to reveal his own cock, which is hard and straining against his briefs and leaking precome. He takes Jinki's hand and wraps it around himself.
"Come on," he says. "Do me."
So Jinki summons the last of his energy to give Kibum his first hand job, and once Kibum has come, gasping into Jinki's shoulder and coating Jinki's fingers with his seed, the two of them curl up together and cuddle each other to sleep (although not before Jinki brings one finger to his mouth to tentatively taste Kibum's come, just out of curiosity; he decides he doesn't much like the flavor).
It's not until Taemin, Minho, and Jonghyun arrive back home that they wake up, and at Jonghyun's appalled shriek, they realize they have a lot of explaining to do.
Then again, they also have each other now, so, in all likelihood, everything is going to be just fine.
ps. this is less proofread than usual! so I apologize for that..
also I don't know if k-fans have the same fixation on Onew's dick that international fans do, but.. I guess I'm just assuming that they do, lol.
pairing(s): onkey
rating: pg-15
wordcount: ~2600
summary: Kibum has a fantastic ass. Jinki wants to hit that.
a/n: continuation of that other piece of crack, from back when I liked to write non-AU fic. I also have it linked down below in the actual fic, lol, at roughly where it takes place, timewise. This whole mess is inspired by this, this, this, this, this, also this, etc, etc. The title, lmao, is from Avenue Q. Doesn't really make sense for the fic, but I think it's catchy so.
edit: apparently the rating was misleading, so i changed it lmao. just so that we're clear: there's no buttsex up in this fic.. but there is other stuff. lol.
Jinki doesn't have to be told that Key has a nice body. He's known it practically forever. As a trainee, he'd admire Kibum's dancing from afar, envying his natural, slinky grace and wishing things like that came easily to him. And then, of course, after their debut, Kibum had begun learning girl group dances, which emphasized hips and ass and were very easy on the eyes. Jinki had enjoyed those.
But this is different.
Jinki's sitting on the couch in the living room of the dorm, his laptop balanced on his knees and an iced tea in his left hand. He's been reading through messages from the fans, chuckling occasionally at their brazenness. Then, suddenly, one message out of hundreds catches his attention.
"Minho oppa! You like to have Key oppa's constant support, right? So you like this also~?"
There's a link, and the message isn't even for him but Jinki clicks it. He's redirected to a page full of images, and as they load, he finds himself looking at dozens of photos of Kibum.
More specifically, he's looking at Kibum's backside.
And for the first time, he begins to appreciate what a nice backside it is. He's known that Kibum's ass is beautiful, but never, ever, ever before has he considered it in a sexual light. After all, this is his bandmate. That's just not allowed. But now, looking at these pictures, it's impossible not to ogle it. The way the light hit those perfect cheeks, accentuating their plumpness and the way they sat above those curvy thighs, makes Jinki's mouth water.
And then Kibum himself walks into the room, and Jinki can't help but stare.
"What?" Kibum says aggressively, noticing that Jinki's eyes are glued to him. "Is there something wrong with my outfit? Oh my God, is my underwear showing?" He cranes his neck to scrutinize the seat of his pants, lifting his shirt to reveal a strip of pale flesh above the line of his tight, tight skinny jeans.
"No, you look fine," Jinki says, licking his lips and swallowing hard. "I'm just... I'm going to take a shower now."
"Whatever," Kibum says, watching his reflection in the TV. "I'm going shopping."
Jinki abandons the laptop on the couch and wobbles to the bathroom for a long, cold shower.
...
Jonghyun is the one who walks into the living room next, and he finds Jinki's laptop open to a page full of Key's butt. He raises one eyebrow, confused.
"What the hell...?" he murmurs.
Minho strolls in and sees the unusually contemplative expression on Jonghyun's face.
"What's up?" he asks. He peers at the screen, recognizes Kibum's ass, and smirks at Jonghyun. "Wow. Really?"
"No no no," Jonghyun says quickly. "This is Jinki's... I'm just trying to figure out why he was even looking at this."
"Looking at what?" Taemin says, entering the room. Minho beckons him closer and the three of them crowd around the laptop.
"At this," Jonghyun says grimly.
"Hyung, this is perverted," Taemin says wrinkling his nose. "What's wrong with you?"
"It's not me!" Jonghyun says, exasperated. "It's Jinki hyung."
"Is he in love with Kibum hyung?" Taemin says wonderingly. "That'd explain a lot."
"Like what?" Minho asks.
"Like why he walked into the shower a few minutes ago muttering, 'He is not sexy, he is not sexy,' under his breath."
Jonghyun suddenly bursts into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Minho says irritably. "Our leader might be gay, this is nothing to laugh about."
"But that's it," Jonghyun gasps, clutching his sides. "He's in love with Kibum! Do you not see the possibilities?"
"You think we should play with them," Taemin surmises, his eyes bright.
"Well," Minho says. He looks tempted. "But..."
"No, this is good," Jonghyun says before he can finish. "We'll make hyung think that Kibum likes him, and then he'll make a complete fool out of himself. It's going to be hilarious."
Even Minho has to admit that it sounded good, and the three of them set to work planning.
...
The next day, Taemin approaches Jinki after dance practice. On the other side of the room, Kibum and Jonghyun are lying flat on the floor, and Jonghyun gives Taemin a discreet thumbs up. From another corner of the room, Minho is watching everything carefully.
"Hyung," Taemin says, tugging on Jinki's sleeve. "Can we talk for a second?"
"Yeah, sure," Jinki says, smiling at the maknae. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Well," Taemin says slowly. "It's about Kibum."
Jinki tenses and glances involuntarily at where Jonghyun and Kibum are now sitting up and talking.
"What about him?" Jinki asks carefully.
"It's just, I think he might be gay," Taemin says in a confidential whisper. "Because... well, don't tell anyone, but I think he has a crush on you."
"What?" Jinki yelps, his heart thudding hopefully. Then he gives a nervous laugh. "Taemin, don't be silly. Of course he doesn't have a crush on me. I... but what would make you think that?"
"Well, I heard him in the bathroom the other day," Taemin says. "Doing... you know." He jerks his hand in the air a couple times. "Doing that, and he was kind of... moaning. Moaning your name."
Jinki pictures it involuntarily in his mind - Kibum, legs spread, stroking himself rapidly, his face the picture of ecstasy, and Jinki's name on his lips - and it's embarrassing how aroused he is. He swallows a whimper and tries to will his half-hard dick back down, but then, from across the room, Kibum is shrieking.
"YAH!"
Jonghyun has just emptied an entire water bottle on Kibum, and now the latter is soaking wet, his white T-shirt dripping and clinging sensually to his torso and Jinki is now completely hard because Kibum is not only standing and displaying that amazing ass, but his shirt is also transparent and fuck if Jinki's not turned on by the sight of those perky nipples. He watches, unable to look away, as Kibum lifts the hem of his shirt and attempts to wring it dry, exposing his flat stomach in the process.
"I - I need to pee," Jinki stutters, and he flees the practice room.
The bathroom is just down the hall, but it feels much farther when Jinki is this achingly hard; every step is a little painful. He finally locks himself into one of the stalls, pulls down his pants, and grabs his cock hastily; in a few short strokes he's coming hard, his seed spurting out onto the inside of the stall door. Drained, he sinks onto the toilet seat and wipes himself off, panting shallowly and wishing to God that this wasn't real.
...
"Yeah," Taemin says gleefully. "He's got it bad for Kibum hyung."
...
There's a period of about a week in which Jinki refuses to believe that Kibum really likes him.
"It's not possible," he says to Taemin, time and time again. "Why would he like me?"
And each time, Taemin replies, "Love works in mysterious ways, hyung. Just accept it."
Finally, once Jinki's convinced that he's the object of Kibum's affections, the rest of them notice a remarkable change in him. He holds his head higher and smiles more broadly; he spends more time watching Kibum and less time studying Japanese puns. He has become, overall, a much more confident man than he was before. Admittedly, Kibum doesn't pay much attention to this at all, but, to the other three, that makes it even funnier.
Late at night, when they should all be sleeping, Taemin leaves Kibum and Jinki snoring peacefully and sneaks into the other bedroom. Minho is lying on his bed with his eyes closed, and Jonghyun is sitting up and typing busily away at his laptop.
"So," Taemin whispers, closing the door quietly behind him and plopping onto Minho's bed. "Any progress?"
"Yeah," Jonghyun says. "I have a good idea."
"Here's an idea. Get off my bed," Minho slurs tiredly.
"No," Taemin says dismissively, scooting closer to Minho's figure.
"So here's what I think we should do," Jonghyun continues. "You know how Jinki hyung was looking at pictures of Kibum's ass? Okay, so what if we show Kibum pictures of Jinki hyung's ass, and then plan it so that hyung walks in right at that moment. And he'll think Kibum is checking him out, and he'll get all cocky - it'll be so great!"
"I like it," Taemin says.
"It's stupid," Minho mumbles.
"So are you looking up pictures of hyung's butt right now?" Taemin asks.
"Yeah," Jonghyun says, frowning. "Only, it's kind of hard... that one of Kibum, that was a fanmade collage specifically about his ass. But I can't find one for Jinki and, you know. I'm not about to make one!"
"Huh," Taemin hums absently. "Well, let me know when you find one." With that, he lies down and curls up next to Minho, who grunts in protest but, after a moment, wraps his arm around Taemin's skinny shoulders.
"What, no cuddle action for me?" Jonghyun mutters.
Five minutes later, Taemin has just drifted off to sleep when Jonghyun lets out a cry that is equal parts horror and delight.
"What? What is it?" Taemin says blearily, propping himself up on his elbows.
Minho, frowning in his sleep at the disturbance, lets loose a string of low, rumbling syllables that sounds remarkably akin to "I like boobies."
"I found the perfect website," Jonghyun breathes. "Shit. This is too good."
"Let me see," Taemin says, rubbing his eyes and moving to Jonghyun's bed.
"Taemin-ah," Jonghyun says, grinning. "Allow me to introduce you to the Dubulge."
...
Taemin, Minho, and particularly Jonghyun all want very much to be present when Jinki catches Kibum looking at pictures of his crotch, but they also want the moment to be natural. So they end up planting two video cameras in the dorm - one in the kitchen and one in the bedroom - and leaving. They go to a cafe and snicker heartily over their cappuccinos as they imagine what's going on in the dorm.
They have no way of knowing that what's going on in the dorm is far beyond their wildest imaginations.
...
Fresh out of the shower, Jinki is in his favorite blue boxer briefs and is just pulling on a T-shirt - whose, he's not sure, but he thinks it could be Taemin's - when Kibum walks into the bedroom.
"Hyung," he says in a low voice.
Jinki turns, surprised. He's been basking in the glory of his little flirting escapade, proud of himself for being so suave but not expecting anything to really come of it. So when he sees how flushed Kibum is, how needy he looks, Jinki can't help but be a little taken aback.
"Um - what's up?" he says, awkwardly half in and half out of his shirt.
"I'm sorry I was looking at those - those pictures," Kibum says quietly. "It really was an accident."
"Oh, well that's," Jinki says, gulping. "That's totally okay. I don't mind if you look. I don't even mind if you look in person."
"Then - can I?"
Jinki nearly chokes on his own spit.
"You - what? You actually want to? Like - all the way - ?"
"You just said I could," Kibum points out. He crosses his arms, his eyes dark and unreadable.
"Well," Jinki flounders. "Right now?"
"Yeah. You're not even dressed yet."
"I - I guess you have a point," Jinki stutters. He pulls his T-shirt entirely on and smooths it down over his chest. "Um, you're serious about this?"
"Of course," Kibum says.
"Right," Jinki says, taking a deep breath. "Well, if you could just give me a minute, that would be nice, because, you know, I don't really do this every day, and so - "
"Shut up," Kibum snaps. He steps forward, kneels, and, so swiftly that Jinki can only squeak in protest, pulls down Jinki's briefs himself. At the sight of Jinki's cock he gives an audible moan, and Jinki whimpers helplessly, because from this angle it looks exactly like he's about to get a blow job. Kibum is gazing at his dick worshipfully, and those pretty pink lips are hovering mere centimeters from his shaft, and at the thought of how wet and hot Kibum's mouth would be, wrapped sinfully around him, Jinki feels himself grow extremely, embarrassingly hard.
"My god, hyung," Kibum breathes, and Jinki can feel the warmth of his breath play over his cock as he exhales. "Are you that happy to see me?"
"M - maybe," Jinki says, struggling to concentrate on what he's saying. He should probably put his underwear back on now, or apologize to Kibum, or get his fucking boner away from his bandmate's face, but it's hard to think of what to do when he's so hard and Kibum is so close and he wants this so fucking badly.
"Hyung," Kibum says, sounding suddenly panicked. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"Could we - could you stand up, please," Jinki says, and Kibum does so without resistance. "Um, I think we should kiss."
"I'm okay with that," Kibum whispers, and then their mouths meet in a slow-moving tangle of tongue and lips and teeth, and maybe they're not very good at this, but it feels nicer than anything Jinki's ever felt before, and that's good enough for him.
Well, except that it's not, because he still has a really hard cock that desperately needs attention. And Kibum seems to realize this, because after a minute he reaches down to cup Jinki's balls, massaging and fondling them and smiling at the way Jinki gasps and clutches at Kibum's shoulders for support. They end up on the bed, Jinki splayed out on his back and Kibum leaning over him, stroking Jinki's cock slowly with one hand.
"Fuck," he hisses, "fuck, Kibum, fuck - "
"Is this good?" Kibum murmurs. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," Jinki moans, "fuck yes - fuck - faster - !"
And so Kibum redoubles his pace, sliding his hand up and down the length of Jinki's dick, slicking it with precome. Jinki tilts his head back, his eyes squeezed shut with the force of the pure pleasure wracking his body, because fuck, Kibum is jerking him off. Kibum, gorgeous, sexy Kibum, has his hand wrapped around strange, clumsy Lee Jinki's dick, and he's breathing heavily into Jinki's ear and jerking him off, and Jinki doesn't care if this is a dream, because it's the best one he's had in a while.
"Kibum," he pants. "Oh god, yes - "
And, as his moans become sobs, and Kibum's strokes become more frenzied than ever, and Jinki feels like he's going explode from the heat rushing through him, he reaches his climax, crying out and coming messily on Kibum's shirt. Everything is warm and fuzzy and he smiles contentedly, ready to fall asleep, but Kibum isn't done yet.
"Don't you dare pass out right now," he hisses, and Jinki nods.
"Okay."
Kibum pulls down his pants to reveal his own cock, which is hard and straining against his briefs and leaking precome. He takes Jinki's hand and wraps it around himself.
"Come on," he says. "Do me."
So Jinki summons the last of his energy to give Kibum his first hand job, and once Kibum has come, gasping into Jinki's shoulder and coating Jinki's fingers with his seed, the two of them curl up together and cuddle each other to sleep (although not before Jinki brings one finger to his mouth to tentatively taste Kibum's come, just out of curiosity; he decides he doesn't much like the flavor).
It's not until Taemin, Minho, and Jonghyun arrive back home that they wake up, and at Jonghyun's appalled shriek, they realize they have a lot of explaining to do.
Then again, they also have each other now, so, in all likelihood, everything is going to be just fine.
ps. this is less proofread than usual! so I apologize for that..
also I don't know if k-fans have the same fixation on Onew's dick that international fans do, but.. I guess I'm just assuming that they do, lol.