buts
pairing: jonghyun/jinki.
genre: au, porn with a nonsense plot, romance? stereotypes.
lenght: 8308 words.
rating: nc17.
warnings: dub-con, shit ending because the author is shit.
a/n: who said a bottom can't be a bully? /spazz.
this fic is unbetaed and english is not my native language, forgive me.
© newofolio
buts
« It's too late, Jonghyun. »
« But... »
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Jinki attended the Seoul National University, he was the best in his degree course. Kind, intelligent and capable were the first words that everyone used to describe him, but he was also the naivest person on the whole planet. Maybe his naivety was due to his constant obsession for his studies and his future projects; he hadn't lived many life experiences. He didn't know how people worked, he could create a complicate computer programm but not understand his brother's thoughts or look straight into the eyes of a handsome guy. He didn't know which experiences had missed, he didn't mind because his ambitions were more important than some stupid dinner with friends or some sugary love story, but he unconsciously wanted to understand more about the human beings: perhaps he would feel less weird. He was exponentially shy, however in high school he experienced some carnal stuff with Kibum, his best friend, but he never found his true love and he didn't know if love would have ever hit a type like him. However, it was something he didn't care at all or maybe he didn't want to care, who knows. He wasn't virgin, sure, but his heart was.
Buts. There's always a “but” in everyone's life and Jinki's but was Kim Jonghyun.
Jinki found out that a certain Kim Jonghyun always borrowed the books that he was supposed to read. He took them before Jinki could only think about consulting them. He didn't do it on purpose, but Jinki had to delay all his researches waiting for that the certain Kim Jonghyun returned his books. Jinki was pissed off, he couldn't wait fifteen days for a damned book.
The fourteenth day of waiting, he asked the librarian when one of the books he was looking for was supposed to be returned. He felt like a stalker, but none could hinder his plans. He was a bit furious, if there's one thing he hated the most was to wait. Jinki was slightly obsessed and he could have killed someone, but his rage quickly dissipated when he saw that famous, hated, certain Kim Jonghyun with his own eyes. His tapered hands, his contagious laugh, his kindness.. Jinki didn't know what to think, he suddenly wasn't angry anymore. He was in love, but he didn't admitted - maybe he didn't even know it.
Jonghyun was an ambiguous student. None could explain why he attended the university. He was smart, he had an immeasurable interest in reading but he didn't like academical duties.. and he was a party animal. He had a lot of friends and whenever there was a party in the campus, he was there with some glass of beer held tightly in his right hand and a confident smirk painted on his mouth. None was sure about his true sexual orientation but it wasn't difficult to guess when he seduced the first guy he could entertain a decent conversation with and disappeared no one knows where with his loot. He was the typical easy guy, but he at least fucked intelligent people. None of his flirts had never shown to be more than one-night stand.
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They met at a party.
Kibum dragged Jinki out of their apartment and forced him to dress like a man that didn't shout “hey there, i'm a nerd, please mock me”: this meant that his beloved blue shirt was replaced by a black v-neck and his large and prude khaki pants by tight and lustful skinny jeans.
Jinki didn't complain about the outfit and the party, he always brought a book with him and as soon as Kibum was distracted, interested by a sophisticated trendy boy, Jinki would have chosen a seat and would have read it. Kibum didn't know how Jinki could read in such a noisy context, but he did and every time Kibum found out a Jinki sitting on a armchair with his nose completely engulfed by his big book, he couldn't do anything else that cross his arms and turn his eyes. But Jinki's book wasn't interesting enough that night and he moved his gaze from page 237 to an unexpected meaty and beautiful mouth.
The troubles began when that big, sexy and juicy mouth wore a dangerous smirk and Jinki hadn't enough time to react when it was exactly in front of his eyes.
« Hi. » that mouth said.
Jinki couldn't look up. He knew that he would inevitably met a curious gaze and he couldn't handle it.
« Hi. »
« I swear this is the first time I see someone reading a book during a party. » that mouth moved again and Jinki could see a smile forming from the corners to the center.
« Uhm, yea- » Jinki was about to say, but a finger under his chin lifted his head and he found himself looking at the owner of those beautiful lips straight in the eyes. Jinki's heart skipped a beat.. maybe two.
« Hey, your eyes are more beautiful than the top of your head. » the boy said smiling in a comforting way and Jinki gulped aware that he was sweating. He had never looked into someone's eyes for so long and for the first time Jinki was wondering why. He was staring at those brown chocolate irises and his grip on the book vanished. He felt his cheeks burning and a shiver of shame forming in his chest.
His eyes widened istinctively. The guy frowned. « Am I so scary? » he asked jokingly.
While Jinki was staring at some deep brown hair fallen on that percect forehead and was thinking of why the hell a guy like that attracted him so much, the boy's mouth changed his shape and Jinki realized he hadn't answered yet.
« No. » Jinki said quickly and turned his face to get rid of that finger under his chin. « S-sorry, I have to go. »
Jinki grabbed his book and leaved so fast that the boy in front of him remained still. A little smile rested on his lips, but his expression was confused. Was he really so scary?
Jonghyun spent the following two hours looking for that scared guy at the party, but he didn't find him. He didn't know who he was, he had never seen him around, but his expression was something that he couldn't remove from his mind. That guy broke something, something that Jonghyun called charm, but that someone with less confidence would have called pride. None had never refused to flirt with him, how could a guy be so cold towards Kim Jonghyun? He was smart, handsome... he thought that maybe his gay-radar failed, but he was never wrong about people's tastes. And those eyes had spoken to him.
When he was about to give up, he saw the reddish brown-haired guy with a book in his arms and a blonde boy with the head rested on his shoulder. Maybe that guy had already a boyfriend, that explained the weird behaviour. For some unknown reason Jonghyun felt a bit of jealousy rose through his veins. He couldn't forget those eyes and that light blush on those two puffy cheeks. That guy had been his prey, he had wanted him up to two hours before. Why Jonghyun hadn't got him yet?
He didn't know why but he was staring at the couple without reacting. He didn't like to make trouble in other couple's lives, but he couldn't look down. He pouted, annoyed, and turned his gaze to pick a glass of beer, but when his eyes returned on the two of them, the blonde was kissing a shamefully tall boy.
In a few minutes Jonghyun found himself walking towards the guy whose eyes fixed the clock on the wall.
« So.. he's not your boyfriend. »
« Wh-ha!? » Jinki gasped in surprise.
« He's not your boyfriend so why don't you like me? » said Jonghyun pointing at the blonde.
« Uh- » Jinki didn't know what to say.
« Ah, I get it. It's a strategy. »
« Sorry, what do you mean? » Jinki said with a confused look.
« Yeah, okay, you don't wanna show me your game, uh? »
« Please, can you- »
« Wait, there's something on.. » Jonghyun wiped away an eyelash from Jinki's cheek.
Well, Jonghyun could be very kind sometimes, but he always had second intentions when it came to fuck. Jinki had no time to react. He was pinned to the nearest wall and Jonghyun was completely glued on him.
« Now you can have what you want. » he whispered against Jinki's mouth.
Jinki could feel hot breath against his lower lip and it was overwhelming. Jonghyun kissed him gently, his lips pushing lightly against Jinki's and for a moment Jinki forgot where he was and with who. He waited for that moment for so long, he dreamed it at so many nights. His hands rested on the handsome guy's chest, pressing gently while a hot wet tongue hounted his mouth with insistent ardor. Jonghyun tasted those glorious lips chewing on them sweetly and pushing his tongue against the other's wet muscle sensually.
When Jinki opened his eyes, previously shut at the sensation of a hand rubbing his thigh, he saw Kibum's eyes widening at the sight. He istinctively pushed the guy away.
Kibum's lips mimicked a “what the fuck?” through a little smile.
« Hyung, there's something you wanna tell me? » Kibum asked amused.
« No, uhm- it's not what it seems.. uhm.. »
While Jinki's cheeks were outrageously red, his explainations died in the room because Kibum was already befriending with his.. kisser.
« Kibum. Kim Jonghyun from second year, right? »
« Yeah, nice to meet you. »
« Jonghyun. » Jinki repeated softly savoring the name.
Now that his friend had seen what had just happened, he would have begun a novel based on Jinki's crush that inevitably would ended with a stupid song with dicks and dildos in it. Kibum was that type of guy: the one that mocks his bestfriend with dirty talks.
« How do you know him? » Jinki asked with too much emphasis, masking his thoughts.
« Who doesn't know him? » Kibum smiled and Jonghyun smirked turning his gaze on Jinki.
« Uhm, well.. » Jinki whispered.
He thought if Jonghyun was really so famous: he didn't even know his name until that day in the library.
« How do you know Jinki-hyung? He's such a bookworm, a boring man.. »
« Hey! »
« Hyung, it's true. » and laughed.
While Kibum's chatter went on, Jonghyun glued his eyes on Jinki. Bookworms weren't exactly his type: he liked to read, he never liked who read because he had his own interpretations of books and they always ended for disappointing someone. But Jinki seemed different, he didn't seem someone whom arguing with. And if Jinki really was a bookworm, that explained why Jonghyun has missed a delicious piece of meat like that.
« We are friends. » Jonghyun said.
« Friends kiss each other with such a fervor? » Kibum laughed. Jonghyun too.
« Kibum, we were not kis- »
« Yeah yeah hyung, whatever, so you can stay with Jonghyun.. right? Minho wants to go home.. » he crooned, smiling at the boy next to him.
« What the hell, Kib- »
« Yeah, don't worry, Jinki and I'll find something to do. » Jonghyun hurried to say cutting Jinki's words.
Jinki didn't look at Jonghyun. He didn't want to know what his expression looked like. He could imagine how “something to do” could be misunderstood.
Jinki watched the whole scene with dismay. He looked at Kibum and his new friend run towards the exit and waited. What he waited he didn't even know, but when a strong hand rested on his shoulder he remembered why he hadn't abandoned yet his frown for all the time.
« It doesn't make any sense. » he told himself.
« Hey, we have enough time for ourself. »
Jinki glued his eyes on that cocky and confident guy. His indecipherable expression took Jonghyun by surprise and the latter found himself thinking how beautiful Jinki was, with his fixed eyes and his lips slightly parted, his chest heaving a little while his hands turned into fists.
« Are you crazy? » Jinki asked. « I don't wanna spend a only minute with you. »
Jinki liked Jonghyun, but he didn't know why he didn't wanted to stay alone with him. There was a part of Jonghyun that pissed Jinki off. How a beautiful guy like him could be so obnoxious? But.. Kibum leaved him at a party with his crush and took his car, what he was supposed to do? He needed to leave, he couldn't stay with this awesome guy all alone, he didn't know what to do. Damn Kim Kibum.
« Why not? » Jonghyun smirked.
« You kissed me! »
« So? »
« So.. I don't even know you! »
« But you enjoyed my kiss. »
« You don't even- »
« I saw your closed eyes, you can't lie. »
Jinki was desperate. Jonghyun could see it from the eyebrows curved on his forehead, but it didn't impress him - he was rather proud. He could see Jinki's eyes pointing at the floor and he remembered that for all the time, Jinki hadn't look into his eyes.
He approached Jinki and lifted his head. He wanted to see in those beautiful eyes.
Jinki found himself with his gaze in those brown irises again.
« Don't touch me, p-pervert. » and slapped Jonghyun's hand.
« Pervert? » Jonghyun laughed hard. « And you are the poor victim? C'mon, come here. »
« What's your problem? » Jinki asked.
Jonghyun didn't know why but teasing Jinki was the funniest thing that he had ever done. For the first time in his life, Jonghyun felt the strange istinct to hug someone tightly. Jinki seemed cute, innocent and strangely bipolar. He was funny and weird, how only a guy that enjoys your kisses and calls you pervert, that joins a party with a book and wears jeans so tight with a bulge so big between his thighs could be. Yeah, Jonghyun noticed Jinki beautiful body although he could see a mile away that Jinki was not at ease in that outfit.
Jinki was taller than him, his thighs were so meaty he would bite them without mercy. Through the v-neck he couldn't see much, but his imagination were still too far. And his ass, that beautiful ass that Jonghyun had seen when the guy leaved some hours before; he could only imagine. He only tasted Jinki's mouth and he was about to come right then.
« Okay, listen.. I'm sorry. » he said when Jinki put a hand in his face in despair, after the umpteenth time trying to call Kibum. « But why are you so desperate? Just enjoy the party and when I leave, I can bring you home, 'kay? »
« Would you really bring me home? » Jinki's question came so pure Jonghyun thought only a child could sound more sinless.
« Sure. You can consider it as an attempt to apologize for my... actions. »
Jonghyun saw Jinki staring at the phone, but in few seconds his eyes smiled brightly, almost disappearing.
« Good then. I'll wait for you here. » the guy said opening his book and sitting on a bench near the entance.
From how things had gone, the evening predicted Jonghyun would remain without a partner to fuck, but his resources were anything but questionable and, having experienced that Jinki could be malleable enough, he was able to convince him to drink a shocking amount of beer. It wasn't difficult after all, he acted like a caring friend and Jinki took the bait. Jonghyun knew that everyone had a weakness, Jinki's was the trust he reposed in people.
Jonghyun liked to be dominated in bed, but he couldn't expect it in that situation, the only thing that could have surprised him was a rough drunken Jinki. It wasn't that case, Jonghyun knew, but it didn't matter because he wanted to fuck Jinki so hard he could have topped too.
He always wanted that a perfect unknown fucked him senseless and leaved him the following morning with nothing else than a cock-shaped asshole. It was his way to live, every man he fucked was an empty body with no story to tell and he didn't care. He didn't want to know what people felt or thought and that was why he had never been attached to someone for more than a moan in his bed sheets. He shared his hidest emotions with only one person and he received a huge wall of prejudices. That person was his father and Jonghyun was so hurt that he unconsciously closed his soul in a box, convincing himself that none on the earth would have never appreciated him.
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They found themselves in a bed. Jinki was so drunk he couldn't even remember his own name, how could only imagine whom's dick was sucking right then?
« Yes, just like that... » Jonghyun whispered among wet moans. His forehead was covered in sweat.
Jinki was between his naked thighs, licking the hard shaft that lied below Jonghyun's navel. His tongue drew a line of saliva along the main vein and savored that salty taste through sloppy kisses. Jinki was slow, his teeth jokingly teased the angry and mushroom shaped head, but Jonghyun couldn't wait: his position from lying down changed into a sitting one, his cock stood hard and red in front of Jinki swollen lips, waiting.
« Suck it. » he added, palming himself a bit.
Jinki opened slowly his mouth without opposing, but the guy didn't waited for Jinki to open more when he pushed the whole lenght through those soft lips. Jinki could feel the tip of Jonghyun's cock in his throat and for a time that seemed endless, he didn't breathe. Some air slipped through his nostrils when Jonghyun pulled away, but he pushed hard again too early and Jinki almost chocked. With watery eyes he looked up at the guy with a sinful chocolate gaze and, with his hands gripped on two beautiful milky thighs, he sucked hard moaning around the red-hot tip. When Jinki's uvula touched a too much sensitive slit, Jonghyun groaned in pleasure cursing like a bitch and pushed so hard that he had to catch Jinki's hair to stop the boy's head from moving too much.
« Stay still.. » Jonghyun said and moved Jinki's head how he liked. Jinki found himself tasting precum and nuzzling Jonghyun's pubic hair. Tears fell from his eyes while his throat widened dramatically welcoming a vibrating hot dick. He could feel how hard Jonghyun was and how the friction between his teeth and the shaft turned him on more and more. The adrenaline pumped in Jonghyun's veins while he abused Jinki's throat merciless, but suddenly he felt Jinki's tongue curl and looked down at the latter questioningly.
Jinki's eyes were closed and Jonghyun found his cock buried into a sleepy face.
« What the fuck, Jinki? » cried in displeasure, knowing that a release had been so fucking near.
Jinki woke up in a bed that smelled of bvlgari and musk. The walls were studded with pictures of guitars, a little ray of sunshine passed through a window next a keyboard covered by sheets and dust. He stroked his eyes with both hands and realized that wasn't his room.
The real evidence it wasn't a dream or one of his abuse-of-chicken allucinations was an arm wrapped around his chest and a hard stone planted behind his lower back. His eyes widened in shock and tried to free himself, but the grip on his stomach increased.
« You woke up, sleepyhead. »
« Jo-jonghyun? » he swallowed loudly. « Wha-at..? Y-you?! »
« You thrill me so much. Do you feel my c.. »
« Holy shit! » Jinki got up completely dazed, Jonghyun smiled looking at him freaking out.
« We..? We.. »
« Fucked? Yes. »
« Oh Jesus, help me. » Jinki looked up palming his forehead.
« Are you talking with youself? » the guy laughed hard in the bed, his white teeth shined in the room but Jinki was so pissed and panicked he hated that confidently grin with all his heart.
« I don't remember anything! »
« That's strange. I remember every dirty shit you screamed- »
« Stop it! »
« Are you sure you don't remember? Don't you remember how my cock- »
« Please Jonghyun shut up! »
« Why? » Jonghyun moved so fast Jinki didn't notice the latter was just a few inches away. « You don't want to know what I did to your cockslut ass or you don't want to admit you are such a needy dirty slut? »
Jinki panicked one more time, but his lips were already glued on Jonghyun's. He didn't move and the mouth his lips were touching seemed disappointed.
Jinki broke that kiss, that would have been wonderful if he hadn't been half-naked, in a room with a boy he fucked with but that he didn't want to fuck or at least he would have wanted to remember better.
« C'mon Jinki, let's go to bed.. »
« N-no. Sorry I have to go. » Jinki looked for his clothes, but a strong hand fixed his wrists to the wardrobe.
« I'm not letting you go this time. »
Jonghyun's breath hit his cheeks. Jinki could see the latter was agog, his chest heaved frenetically and his abs stretched and relaxed the same way he inhaled and exhaled.
Jinki was scared, he couldn't move and some pain in his chest said he didn't know what to do. He liked Jonghyun, but that wasn't his Jonghyun; the one he stared in the library every friday, the one who borrowed his favourite book, the one Jinki saw one day at the park with his earphones on, the one he saw arguing with a motorist for having soaked a poor dog with muddy puddle water. That wasn't the Jonghyun he fallen for.
Water drops began to fall from his eyes as he realized he loved someone that didn't exist. His idea of Jonghyun was wrong and he loved a person he created in his mind.
« Jinki why.. » Jonghyun loosened his hold as soon as Jinki's tears became water strips along his cheeks. He felt Jinki's wrists moving away from his palms and a sensation of emptiness filled his heart, his lungs.
That was the second time he saw Jinki's back while the latter were running away.
That was the first time Jonghyun thought he was really so scary.
---
The next two months were a real hell for Jinki. Jonghyun teased him in every possible way and, even though Jinki made everything to avoid him, Jonghyun was always around. When he remembered the night of the party he couldn't think of how Jonghyun had been so petty.
After that morning Jonghyun began to make strange sounds when Jinki passed next to him, began to mimic a dick in his mouth with his tongue pressed against the inner walls of his cheeks when Jinki looked at him in the library and one day he gave a open-mouthed kiss to a freshman in font of Jinki's eyes while he was walking in the corridors. Jinki didn't know what to do, he was having hard times with his classes too, he couldn't concentrate. He just wanted to study and forget. Kibum never knew anything, he attended different classes and when Jinki came back to his room, he could pretend everything was okay. But Kibum was smart and Jinki couldn't avoid his bestfriend's questions when they found a dick painted on their apartment door.
« You are madly obsessed. » Taemin said. His mouth full of food. « Why do you behave like this? »
« This is how a prude person is supposed to be treated. » Jonghyun answered proudly. He didn't know why a person like Jinki couldn't enjoy sex like everyone did; why he had to avoid Jonghyun only because they had sex one night. It wasn't a big deal. Jinki's behaviour made him feel uncomfortable.
« What the hell he did to you? »
« Do you remember that boy that cried after having sex with me? Well, it's him. He's so pathetic I can't stand.»
« Are you sure you found him pathetic or..? maybe you feel.. »
« What are you saying, man? » Jonghyun laughed nervously, Taemin noticed but didn't cared too much.
« By the way, it doesn't make any sense. Why do you behave as a dick? You look like a little stupid kid. »
Taemin's opinions were always precious to Jonghyun, he was his almost-brother friend but he also knew Taemin would have always supported him.
« Tae, do you want to do me a favor? » His devilish smile caught his friend's attention.
« What now? »
« Would you lend me one of your bitches? »
Taemin rolled his eyes.
Jinki found a paper under his apartment door. He already knew who was the sender.
Jinki.. I think I owe you some apologies.
Please, come to the roof tomorrow at 11 am.
Jinki reached the roof. His difficulties were near to a end, he felt relived.
He stood here for a bit. After ten minutes he thought Jonghyun would have left him in the lurch.
Then he heared a muffled curse: Jinki turned around to see if someone was there and in a corner he saw that deep brown hair he know so well.
Jonghyun had his mouth wrapped around a pink slender cock, he was sucking and licking. He was kneeling in front of a boy Jinki had never seen and the latter stood there: his jaw tensed, his eyes confused. The boy gasped when he saw Jinki.
Jinki realized Jonghyun did it on purpose because the brown haired cockslut turned his gaze on him immediately. His lips stretched, his cheeks full of tension as he sucked hard; some saliva escaped his mouth. Jinki sweared he was smirking around that dick, crossing Jinki's lost eyes with his shimmering irises. When Jinki was about to move, Jonghyun pulled back taking the shaft between his hands and pumping, but when he began to talk, Jinki was already gone.
He abandoned the boy saying it would have been better for him to think about his little problem all by himself. He looked for Jinki for the entire day, he couldn't wait to see Jinki's incredulous face and tease him.
But Jinki was nowhere to be found.
Three weeks passed and Jonghyun didn't saw Jinki around. He didn't know if the fact pissed him off or he didn't care at all, but how taemin pointed out, if he really didn't mind why he knew there were exactly 24 days Jinki wasn't around?
« I only miss my toy. » he justified.
Toys. He tought about that word. He thought about toys when he was excited and in the last days it had become increasingly difficult not to be horny. He jerked off himself everynight in his bed, when his room was locked and his roommate watched tv in the other room. He fucked his hand hard, creating a sweet friction between his slit and his thumb, rubbing the tip spasmously.
He always ended with four fingers buried in his ass, whimpering inaudibly as he bited the pillow and fucked his entrance with the first things he found around: a bottle, a eggplant, a pink transparent dildo. When some guy pushed him on his bed after one of the parties Jonghyun came to, he always tried to fulfill his strange kinks because a big vibrating dick in his ass began to be not enough anymore.
He came whispering Jinki's name. Every time.
---
Then one day he saw Jinki near the men's bathroom.
« Hey bitch! » Jinki lifted his head, his lips parted in a sour pout. His fists were evident where they held the bag. Jonghyun rested his left palm on the wall near Jinki's head. « Long time no see. »
He hadn't enough time to be cocky because Jinki pushed him through the door. Jonghyun's back touched an icy wall, Jinki was few centimeters away from his nose.
« It's better for you to stop. » the latter shouted.
« Someone is becoming aggressive.. » Jonghyun joked.
Jinki looked in those defiant eyes that made him happy and angry at the same time and the grip on Jonghyun's shirt, he was tightening just few minutes ago, faded.
« Why are you like that? »
« Like what? »
« Like you are superior. For you sex his free, light.. I understand but you can't think people are worse than you only because they don't think the same as you. You're an idiot bully. »
« You really think I'm teasing you because you don't have sex with everyone, Jinki? Am I so stupid? »
« Do I really have to answer? »
« Don't provoke me, Jinki. »
« I don't fear you, dumbass. »
« Really? » Jonghyun smashed Jinki's cheeks against one of the doors. « You know I can fuck you right now, bitch? Ouh, maybe you'll start to cry again.. »
Jinki looked straight into Jonghyun eyes. The latter frowned.
« Your popularity in this university says you never fuck a person twice. You've already wasted a chance. »
« Yeah, I have. » Jonghyun murmured. « Or maybe not. What if we hadn't had sex? »
Jonghyun could see Jinki's eyes wide and the troat smasm.
« What if you only sucked my dick? » said running his thumb on the reddish bangs.
A “what?” appeared on Jinki's lips and floated in the room. He punched Jonghyun hard on his nose he felt every bone break ruinously. The latter got up furious when red lines covered his lower face.
« Are you crazy? »
« You told me we had sex! Why did you lie, bastard?! »
« Why are you angry? It's not a big deal, stupid ass. »
They shouted from the opposite corners of the room.
But Jinki's voice soon lowered when he said the words Jonghyun've never expected to hear from him.
« I hate you. I r-really hate you. Please, leave. »
« I don't understand why you have to be so pathetic. »
« Jonghyun, I said leave! Go away! »
« No. »
« Good.. » Jinki chew his lips. « I'll leave. »
Jonghyun grabbed Jinki's arms and turned him just when the guy was going to reach the door. Jinki's shock was evident, he began to cry again. Something inside of him, something he had bottled up was ready to spill out, but he couldn't foresee that something would be out so soon.
« Maybe for you to have sex with everyone is an hobby, Jonghyun. Maybe it's your way to love, your way to punish you or to gift something to your soul, I don't want to know. But for me sex is something you can have with who you really love and it's not a quick search of pleasure that ends up in bed with a stranger at your side. I.. You can do what you want, but you can't treat people as objects if they don't want you to! And for you I was.. I am only another toy to break, to test... »
The tears continued to fall and Jonghyun remained still. He had never seen Jinki's eyes so swollen and red, his lips becoming humid because of the salty water along his cheeks.
« Why are you not punching me, uh? Why are you not talking? You make me feel more miserable than I was some days ago, when I saw you with that boy.. why you make me feel so weak, so hurt and don't care about how many deep wounds you are leaving? Why are you like this, so selfish.. so different from the boy I loved months ago. Why Jonghyun? Why you are such a heartless bastard that prefers to share his body but not his hidden lost emotions? Even though I had my first true sex with the worst person in the world, it was okay because you were the man I loved. And now-»
Jinki's removed some water from his eyes, gasping for air. Those words hurted. How had he arrived at that point? How did his own speech wound his soul like that?
« I d-don't know if I'm hurt because you lied to me, because you turned my life in a pure hell or because you are not anymore the person I loved. But I know I'm disappointed with myself because I fallen in love with someone like you. »
« You.. » Jonghyun was able to say only little whispered words. That confession had hollowed a black hole in the center of his body. Heavy, deep.
« I can't love you anymore, Jonghyun. »
Jinki moved slowly, his heart shattered in pieces because of the confession and the awareness to be lonelier that before. His eyes filled with tears looked Jonghyun for the last time and he faced the door to leave.
« Jinki wait! You can't go away! »
« It's too late. You are.. too late. »
« Jinki what are you saying? »
« It's too late, Jonghyun. »
« But.. »
Jonghyun didn't received a glance, an answer or a sigh. The guy with watery eyes left the bathroom with slow movements, but Jonghyun didn't have the strenght to stop him. How miserable he was with his gaze completely lost and his eyebrows arched in discomfort. A big heavy rock of emotions fell in his chest, right next to the heart. He gripped the point his chest hurted with his hand but he didn't relieve any pain. He wasn't sure it was pain, but it seemed like if a hand of a ghost had passed though his skin and had stolen his lungs. He put his hands on his forehead damning himself and sitting on the dirty floor. What had he just done?
Some weeks later, Jonghyun found out Jinki left the country in order to continue his studies in America.
Even Taemin managed to calm him down, without results.
One year later Jinki was graduating. He bought a little house near the sea that shared with a friend. He didn't work yet, so he didn't have got enough money to buy a big house all to himself. However, that wasn't a bad idea because he found in his friend what Jinki missed the most about Kibum.
They had an argument before Jinki left one year ago and since then they hadn't even called each other. He was sad and Jinki could bet Kibum was sad too, but none of them tried to contact each other. He didn't want Jinki to leave, but the latter couldn't give up an opportunity so unique.
After the last look at his thesis, he closed his laptop and decided to go home. It would be the last time he entered the library so perfumed of books and knowledge, he was sorry. He sighed loudly as he walked away from the building and just at that moment a drop of rain fell on his nose.
The rain came down like a waterfall and Jinki hurried to reach his house, but it was far enough from the university and when he found himself at the door of his apartment, he was completely soaked. His friend opened the door, motioning to dry his hair as soon as possible before handing him the first towel he had found in the bathroom.
« Why do you hate umbrellas so much? » the guy asked.
« I don't hate umbrellas! I lost mine somewhere.. »
« Yeah, who knows where. »
« Are you mocking me, idiot? »
His friend smiled amused.
« I'm going clubbing and this is an umbrella because I'm smart. » said pointing at his hand.
« Shut up. » Jinki snorted.
The guy opened the door to exit. Then, as if a light had been turned in his head, he looked at Jinki seriously.
« Jinki, one of your friends came some hours ago. I told him I'd tell you he was looking for you and that you could have called him later but he has just wanted to wait and.. »
« Friend? Where is he? »
« In your room, I tried to tell him.. »
« Don't worry, thank you. It's Kibum. Bye, have a good time. »
« Bye man! » He giggled.
Jinki entered his room with his hair still wet.
« Bummie! You came. » he rejoiced.
He saw a silver white shape in the dark of his room.
---
Jinki found Jonghyun staring at some vynils in his bedroom and the latter, although had heard Jinki's footsteps, didn't turn back. He continued facing the disc case on the wall, his hands were rested on the desk surface.
« What are you doing here? » Jinki's voice sounded incredibly sweet and low, but he didn't exactly want to sound like that.
Jonghyun didn't look at him, he took a disc of Eric Clapton between his hands and spoke.
« I didn't know you had such good tastes in music. »
« Jong- jonghyun why are you here? » This time Jinki's voice was desperate and tired, he didn't recognize Jonghyun at first with his new silver hair and when he realized he was really him, his heart beated faster and faster. His body was near Jonghyun's back when he stopped walking.
Jonghyun sighed knowing he should have spoken again.
« Jinki.. I.. I.. »
After some minutes, Jonghyun could only listen to Jinki's dim breathing - but Jonghyun couldn't turn back to see the expression he feared the most, the expression that would have said Jinki hated him a lot. He turned his gaze to the nearest glass settled in the corner of the room. He could see the man behind him without him noticing. He could see Jinki wasn't changed much, his bangs were longer and his soacked clothes showed off the curves of his body.
Jinki was about to put his hand on the blonde's shoulder, but when he was about to touch the blue t-shirt Jonghyun wore, his hand drew back. His eyes were staring at the floor, his back was curved and his hands rested on his chest: Jinki looked like a boxer ready to take a punch in the stomach and Jonghyun knew that that punch was his.
« I'm here for you. »
« I..- Jonghyun why.. »
« I've been looking for you for eleven months. None know about you, even Kibum. I don't know how to find you, I come to America to find you, but America is so big and I didn't know anyone.. Some days ago I found an article on the newspaper and.. my god, probably you hate me now.. » Jonghyun talked fast without breathing.
Jinki had participated to a national competition of new technologies and had won the second place. His picture was finished on the twentieth page of the New York Times.
« Do you come here to find me? » Jinki interrupted.
« Yeah. Listen, I know I'm.. » the blonde turned back facing Jinki.
He wasn't precisely the Jonghyun he remembered. He was the same, but his expression wasn't his. Dejection didn't suit him: his lips pressed, his eyebrows curved in a pleading expression, his eyes glossy and tired.
« He's your boyfriend, isn't he? » Jonghyun smiled but his eyes began to loose their light.
Jinki already knew whom Jonghyun was talking about but nothing exited his mouth.
« I love you Jinki, I always have. From that party, I-I'm sorry Jinki, I'm too late. I'm always too late, I'm a mess. I-I.. sorry, it's better I leave.. now. »
The man in front of him began to move, his hands in his hair. He looked at Jinki with a lot pain on his face and hided his face from the other turning , ready to go away.
A tight hug stopped him.
Jinki was there, behind his back, completely soacking his shoulder with hot tears. His trembling hands entwined on his chest, the pressure of his strong arms against Jonghyun's sides.
« J-Jinki. »
« Please, d-don't go. »
« Jinki.. »
« He's not my boyfriend, I loved only you. I love you. P-please, don't leave. »
Jonghyun bited his lower lip and turned around. He cupped Jinki's face with both hands, wetting them when some tears continued to fall. « Don't cry. » he said against Jinki's rosey mouth.
A passionate kiss began, a wet slow kiss in which Jonghyun tasted Jinki's mouth again, after so much time. He used all the time to bite around his lips, to push his tongue against Jinki's chink, to savoring the salt and the raindrops on Jinki's cheeckbones. He was very slow and sweet, he entered that wet mouth with his strong and hot tongue, explored every place of it and Jinki moaned, his eyes closed at the feeling. Jonghyun pushed Jinki on his mouth harder, his fingers pressed on the soft neck as he deepened the kiss changing the angle.
« Jinki.. » he breathed out between french kisses.
Jinki was pushed to his bed. The blonde kissed his jaw without missing a spot, his voice sounded in Jinki's earshell when he whispered sweet nothings and bited a little part of skin where some wet hair rested. Jinki sighed when Jonghyun's bulge rocked against his inner tighs, his arms embraced the man above him to get more friction.
They removed their shirts, Jonghyun looked down at how glorious Jinki's body was. He wanted to taste it so bad right then, his lips settled around one of Jinki's sensitive nipples, teasing the moaning man with his teeth and his tongue. Jinki rubbed his fingers on Jonghyun's shoulder, savoring those strong muscles that tensed when the latter whimpered.
For a long time Jonghyun looked Jinki's eyes while he caressed the man's sides and licked some of the sweat on Jinki's nose. The gaze never broke when the muscular blonde began to unbuckle his jeans, his hand already working on an triumphant erection when Jinki kissed him on the cheeks.
« You are so beautiful. » Jinki's voice was already husky and that turned Jonghyun on.
He took one of Jinki's hand and put it on his erection that was standing hard between his jeans zip. Jinki didn't complain when rubbed that lenght with excitement, feeling every veins pumping against his touch. Jonghyun breathed hard, cold air exited his nose as Jinki sped up the pace.
Jinki's cock, narrowed in cold wet pants, hard and covered in precum, was pushing against the fabric and he almost shouted when Jonghyun freed his horny angry red dick.
« I owe you a blowjob.. » Jonghyun smirked, lowering his head enough to look up at Jinki in a perverted way.
His tongue began to tease the purple tip moistening the slit with saliva - Jinki's eyes were glued on Jonghyun's mouth, on how the latter sucked him dry with his tensed throat. He bucked up many times, but Jonghyun didn't seem to care because everytime Jinki's cock slided deeper and deeper in his tight troat, his cheeks perfectly hollowed as a pro's.
Whispered curses and hidden moans made Jonghyun understand Jinki was close and he helped his mouth with a hand around the large base, engulfing the big cock inch by inch and pulling back in time to relax. Jinki's hands pushed his head on the dick faster and the slurping sound he heard made his cock spill out sticky cum in Jonghyun's deep troat.
« I'm sorry.. » he hurried to say, but Jonghyun had already swallowed his seed.
Jinki removed completely his pants and Jonghyun was already on him, with his hard shaft pointing at his belly.
« Do you have lube? » he whispered one more time into Jinki's hear, but Jinki didn't have any. « I guess we have to use another.. »
Jonghyun put two fingers in his own mouth sucking avidly at the whole digits. Jinki stared as the man moved to rest on his stomach with his head between Jinki's legs, his ass in the air and his balls that touched Jinki's chest.
The view was the best, Jinki could see Jonghyun's ass clench around his own digits while some twinkle adorned the rim of the perfect and pinky hole. He parted Jonghyun's ass cheeks to look better, he felt their softness and strength and he soon discovered his cock was again so hard, ready for attention. Jonghyun began sucking him again while his swollen ass was facing Jinki. His hole vibrated everytime Jinki's cock was inside his mouth and he coaxed the entire member with his hot spit.
« Jonghyun, please.. » Jinki's plea came unexpectedly sexy. Jonghyun's ass twitched in anticipation, knowing something even bigger than his fingers was going to fill him.
He turned facing Jinki again. « I love you. » he said while sitting.
He spread again his spit along Jinki's dick and positioned on the shaft. The tip began to enter and Jinki felt something blooming through his spine. Jonghyun engulfed Jinki like his ass was butter and the man could only feel a tight grip forming around his entire penis.
« Fuck, fuck, fuck.. » Jonghyun repeated as a mantra while Jinki filled him up more and more.
« Jong- » Jinki menaged to say, but when Jonghyun took his hands and put them on his hips suggesting Jinki to guide his ass along Jinki's cock, he wasn't able to finish.
He pushed Jonghyun on his shaft mantaining a fast pace, changing the angle evry time Jonghyun moaned unceremoniously dirty words and nonsense.
« There, Jinki, right there.. » the latter said rolling his eyes in pleasure, while Jinki hit his sweet spot with every thrust, with more strenght.
Jinki moved fast hitting that spot deep inside his lover that made him tense like a cat. Jonghyun abs moved with Jinki's bumps and his arms rested behind his back, his hands on Jinki's legs, lifting himself a bit every time Jinki was ready to pound again into him.
« Fuck Jong.. »
Jonghyun laid down again on Jinki. His sweat fell from his mouth to spread on Jinki's collarbones. His arms at Jinki's sides in order to meet his lover's thrusts halfway.
The pace increased time by time until Jinki didn't feel the heat around his cock tighten. He knew Jonghyun was so close by his breathing and he slammed again two times when Jonghyun's seed was all over his abdomen.
« Oh my fucking god.. »
Jonghyun was so sensitive now and that convinced Jinki to fuck that tightness even more, pushing hard while his dick brushed against Jonghyun's hinner walls. He felt a knot in his stomac and an istant pleasure leaving his scrotum. He filled up Jonghyun's ass with his hot cum until some white drops passed between his cock and the red abused rim and fell on the sheets.
Jonghyun could feel Jinki's hot seed in his stomach. He slumped on Jinki that exausted was catching his breath. After their hearts had reached a regular beating, Jinki pulled back his flabby cock from Jonghyun's relaxed entrance. They stared at each other.
« It was great. » Jonghyun said still catching his breath.
« Yeah. »
« I love you. »
« I love you too. » They kissed and Jinki tasted himself in Jonghyun's mouth. They cuddle each other for two hours whispering sweet nothings and laughing before they fell asleep, one's head on the other's collarbone.
---
Jonghyun woke up. A wonderful smell tickled his nose.
He looked at his side but Jinki wasn't there. He panicked until a brightly man opened the door carrying a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.
« Good morning. » Jinki hummed.
« Oh, uhm thank you.. » Jonghyun took the cup of coffee and smiled weakly.
« What's wrong? » Jinki sat on the bed next to his boyfriend. He frowned a little.
« Nothing.. » Jonghyun sat better to drink. « My butt hurts.. a lot. »
« Ow. Uhm, I'm sorry uhm do you want a pillow to..? »
They stared at each other confused, a sudden silence haunted the room.
After a long sip to his coffee, Jonghyun began to laugh hard, almost spilling his gulp on Jinki's face.
« Nice to see you haven't changed. »
Jonghyun kissed Jinki's forehead, then his lips and he relaxed instantly.
« Idiot.. »
« Jonghyun, can I ask you a question? »
« Sure baby. »
« Why haven't we had sex that night? »
« Oh. This is a funny story.. »
« Really? Tell me. »
« Well.. you were so drunk that night. I carried you to my room in my arms. »
« So? »
« You were so drunk.. you fell asleep while we.. you.. was sucking my dick. »
« Whoa! A-a-are you serious? »
the end.
genre: au, porn with a nonsense plot, romance? stereotypes.
lenght: 8308 words.
rating: nc17.
warnings: dub-con, shit ending because the author is shit.
a/n: who said a bottom can't be a bully? /spazz.
this fic is unbetaed and english is not my native language, forgive me.
© newofolio
buts
« It's too late, Jonghyun. »
« But... »
---
Jinki attended the Seoul National University, he was the best in his degree course. Kind, intelligent and capable were the first words that everyone used to describe him, but he was also the naivest person on the whole planet. Maybe his naivety was due to his constant obsession for his studies and his future projects; he hadn't lived many life experiences. He didn't know how people worked, he could create a complicate computer programm but not understand his brother's thoughts or look straight into the eyes of a handsome guy. He didn't know which experiences had missed, he didn't mind because his ambitions were more important than some stupid dinner with friends or some sugary love story, but he unconsciously wanted to understand more about the human beings: perhaps he would feel less weird. He was exponentially shy, however in high school he experienced some carnal stuff with Kibum, his best friend, but he never found his true love and he didn't know if love would have ever hit a type like him. However, it was something he didn't care at all or maybe he didn't want to care, who knows. He wasn't virgin, sure, but his heart was.
Buts. There's always a “but” in everyone's life and Jinki's but was Kim Jonghyun.
Jinki found out that a certain Kim Jonghyun always borrowed the books that he was supposed to read. He took them before Jinki could only think about consulting them. He didn't do it on purpose, but Jinki had to delay all his researches waiting for that the certain Kim Jonghyun returned his books. Jinki was pissed off, he couldn't wait fifteen days for a damned book.
The fourteenth day of waiting, he asked the librarian when one of the books he was looking for was supposed to be returned. He felt like a stalker, but none could hinder his plans. He was a bit furious, if there's one thing he hated the most was to wait. Jinki was slightly obsessed and he could have killed someone, but his rage quickly dissipated when he saw that famous, hated, certain Kim Jonghyun with his own eyes. His tapered hands, his contagious laugh, his kindness.. Jinki didn't know what to think, he suddenly wasn't angry anymore. He was in love, but he didn't admitted - maybe he didn't even know it.
Jonghyun was an ambiguous student. None could explain why he attended the university. He was smart, he had an immeasurable interest in reading but he didn't like academical duties.. and he was a party animal. He had a lot of friends and whenever there was a party in the campus, he was there with some glass of beer held tightly in his right hand and a confident smirk painted on his mouth. None was sure about his true sexual orientation but it wasn't difficult to guess when he seduced the first guy he could entertain a decent conversation with and disappeared no one knows where with his loot. He was the typical easy guy, but he at least fucked intelligent people. None of his flirts had never shown to be more than one-night stand.
---
They met at a party.
Kibum dragged Jinki out of their apartment and forced him to dress like a man that didn't shout “hey there, i'm a nerd, please mock me”: this meant that his beloved blue shirt was replaced by a black v-neck and his large and prude khaki pants by tight and lustful skinny jeans.
Jinki didn't complain about the outfit and the party, he always brought a book with him and as soon as Kibum was distracted, interested by a sophisticated trendy boy, Jinki would have chosen a seat and would have read it. Kibum didn't know how Jinki could read in such a noisy context, but he did and every time Kibum found out a Jinki sitting on a armchair with his nose completely engulfed by his big book, he couldn't do anything else that cross his arms and turn his eyes. But Jinki's book wasn't interesting enough that night and he moved his gaze from page 237 to an unexpected meaty and beautiful mouth.
The troubles began when that big, sexy and juicy mouth wore a dangerous smirk and Jinki hadn't enough time to react when it was exactly in front of his eyes.
« Hi. » that mouth said.
Jinki couldn't look up. He knew that he would inevitably met a curious gaze and he couldn't handle it.
« Hi. »
« I swear this is the first time I see someone reading a book during a party. » that mouth moved again and Jinki could see a smile forming from the corners to the center.
« Uhm, yea- » Jinki was about to say, but a finger under his chin lifted his head and he found himself looking at the owner of those beautiful lips straight in the eyes. Jinki's heart skipped a beat.. maybe two.
« Hey, your eyes are more beautiful than the top of your head. » the boy said smiling in a comforting way and Jinki gulped aware that he was sweating. He had never looked into someone's eyes for so long and for the first time Jinki was wondering why. He was staring at those brown chocolate irises and his grip on the book vanished. He felt his cheeks burning and a shiver of shame forming in his chest.
His eyes widened istinctively. The guy frowned. « Am I so scary? » he asked jokingly.
While Jinki was staring at some deep brown hair fallen on that percect forehead and was thinking of why the hell a guy like that attracted him so much, the boy's mouth changed his shape and Jinki realized he hadn't answered yet.
« No. » Jinki said quickly and turned his face to get rid of that finger under his chin. « S-sorry, I have to go. »
Jinki grabbed his book and leaved so fast that the boy in front of him remained still. A little smile rested on his lips, but his expression was confused. Was he really so scary?
Jonghyun spent the following two hours looking for that scared guy at the party, but he didn't find him. He didn't know who he was, he had never seen him around, but his expression was something that he couldn't remove from his mind. That guy broke something, something that Jonghyun called charm, but that someone with less confidence would have called pride. None had never refused to flirt with him, how could a guy be so cold towards Kim Jonghyun? He was smart, handsome... he thought that maybe his gay-radar failed, but he was never wrong about people's tastes. And those eyes had spoken to him.
When he was about to give up, he saw the reddish brown-haired guy with a book in his arms and a blonde boy with the head rested on his shoulder. Maybe that guy had already a boyfriend, that explained the weird behaviour. For some unknown reason Jonghyun felt a bit of jealousy rose through his veins. He couldn't forget those eyes and that light blush on those two puffy cheeks. That guy had been his prey, he had wanted him up to two hours before. Why Jonghyun hadn't got him yet?
He didn't know why but he was staring at the couple without reacting. He didn't like to make trouble in other couple's lives, but he couldn't look down. He pouted, annoyed, and turned his gaze to pick a glass of beer, but when his eyes returned on the two of them, the blonde was kissing a shamefully tall boy.
In a few minutes Jonghyun found himself walking towards the guy whose eyes fixed the clock on the wall.
« So.. he's not your boyfriend. »
« Wh-ha!? » Jinki gasped in surprise.
« He's not your boyfriend so why don't you like me? » said Jonghyun pointing at the blonde.
« Uh- » Jinki didn't know what to say.
« Ah, I get it. It's a strategy. »
« Sorry, what do you mean? » Jinki said with a confused look.
« Yeah, okay, you don't wanna show me your game, uh? »
« Please, can you- »
« Wait, there's something on.. » Jonghyun wiped away an eyelash from Jinki's cheek.
Well, Jonghyun could be very kind sometimes, but he always had second intentions when it came to fuck. Jinki had no time to react. He was pinned to the nearest wall and Jonghyun was completely glued on him.
« Now you can have what you want. » he whispered against Jinki's mouth.
Jinki could feel hot breath against his lower lip and it was overwhelming. Jonghyun kissed him gently, his lips pushing lightly against Jinki's and for a moment Jinki forgot where he was and with who. He waited for that moment for so long, he dreamed it at so many nights. His hands rested on the handsome guy's chest, pressing gently while a hot wet tongue hounted his mouth with insistent ardor. Jonghyun tasted those glorious lips chewing on them sweetly and pushing his tongue against the other's wet muscle sensually.
When Jinki opened his eyes, previously shut at the sensation of a hand rubbing his thigh, he saw Kibum's eyes widening at the sight. He istinctively pushed the guy away.
Kibum's lips mimicked a “what the fuck?” through a little smile.
« Hyung, there's something you wanna tell me? » Kibum asked amused.
« No, uhm- it's not what it seems.. uhm.. »
While Jinki's cheeks were outrageously red, his explainations died in the room because Kibum was already befriending with his.. kisser.
« Kibum. Kim Jonghyun from second year, right? »
« Yeah, nice to meet you. »
« Jonghyun. » Jinki repeated softly savoring the name.
Now that his friend had seen what had just happened, he would have begun a novel based on Jinki's crush that inevitably would ended with a stupid song with dicks and dildos in it. Kibum was that type of guy: the one that mocks his bestfriend with dirty talks.
« How do you know him? » Jinki asked with too much emphasis, masking his thoughts.
« Who doesn't know him? » Kibum smiled and Jonghyun smirked turning his gaze on Jinki.
« Uhm, well.. » Jinki whispered.
He thought if Jonghyun was really so famous: he didn't even know his name until that day in the library.
« How do you know Jinki-hyung? He's such a bookworm, a boring man.. »
« Hey! »
« Hyung, it's true. » and laughed.
While Kibum's chatter went on, Jonghyun glued his eyes on Jinki. Bookworms weren't exactly his type: he liked to read, he never liked who read because he had his own interpretations of books and they always ended for disappointing someone. But Jinki seemed different, he didn't seem someone whom arguing with. And if Jinki really was a bookworm, that explained why Jonghyun has missed a delicious piece of meat like that.
« We are friends. » Jonghyun said.
« Friends kiss each other with such a fervor? » Kibum laughed. Jonghyun too.
« Kibum, we were not kis- »
« Yeah yeah hyung, whatever, so you can stay with Jonghyun.. right? Minho wants to go home.. » he crooned, smiling at the boy next to him.
« What the hell, Kib- »
« Yeah, don't worry, Jinki and I'll find something to do. » Jonghyun hurried to say cutting Jinki's words.
Jinki didn't look at Jonghyun. He didn't want to know what his expression looked like. He could imagine how “something to do” could be misunderstood.
Jinki watched the whole scene with dismay. He looked at Kibum and his new friend run towards the exit and waited. What he waited he didn't even know, but when a strong hand rested on his shoulder he remembered why he hadn't abandoned yet his frown for all the time.
« It doesn't make any sense. » he told himself.
« Hey, we have enough time for ourself. »
Jinki glued his eyes on that cocky and confident guy. His indecipherable expression took Jonghyun by surprise and the latter found himself thinking how beautiful Jinki was, with his fixed eyes and his lips slightly parted, his chest heaving a little while his hands turned into fists.
« Are you crazy? » Jinki asked. « I don't wanna spend a only minute with you. »
Jinki liked Jonghyun, but he didn't know why he didn't wanted to stay alone with him. There was a part of Jonghyun that pissed Jinki off. How a beautiful guy like him could be so obnoxious? But.. Kibum leaved him at a party with his crush and took his car, what he was supposed to do? He needed to leave, he couldn't stay with this awesome guy all alone, he didn't know what to do. Damn Kim Kibum.
« Why not? » Jonghyun smirked.
« You kissed me! »
« So? »
« So.. I don't even know you! »
« But you enjoyed my kiss. »
« You don't even- »
« I saw your closed eyes, you can't lie. »
Jinki was desperate. Jonghyun could see it from the eyebrows curved on his forehead, but it didn't impress him - he was rather proud. He could see Jinki's eyes pointing at the floor and he remembered that for all the time, Jinki hadn't look into his eyes.
He approached Jinki and lifted his head. He wanted to see in those beautiful eyes.
Jinki found himself with his gaze in those brown irises again.
« Don't touch me, p-pervert. » and slapped Jonghyun's hand.
« Pervert? » Jonghyun laughed hard. « And you are the poor victim? C'mon, come here. »
« What's your problem? » Jinki asked.
Jonghyun didn't know why but teasing Jinki was the funniest thing that he had ever done. For the first time in his life, Jonghyun felt the strange istinct to hug someone tightly. Jinki seemed cute, innocent and strangely bipolar. He was funny and weird, how only a guy that enjoys your kisses and calls you pervert, that joins a party with a book and wears jeans so tight with a bulge so big between his thighs could be. Yeah, Jonghyun noticed Jinki beautiful body although he could see a mile away that Jinki was not at ease in that outfit.
Jinki was taller than him, his thighs were so meaty he would bite them without mercy. Through the v-neck he couldn't see much, but his imagination were still too far. And his ass, that beautiful ass that Jonghyun had seen when the guy leaved some hours before; he could only imagine. He only tasted Jinki's mouth and he was about to come right then.
« Okay, listen.. I'm sorry. » he said when Jinki put a hand in his face in despair, after the umpteenth time trying to call Kibum. « But why are you so desperate? Just enjoy the party and when I leave, I can bring you home, 'kay? »
« Would you really bring me home? » Jinki's question came so pure Jonghyun thought only a child could sound more sinless.
« Sure. You can consider it as an attempt to apologize for my... actions. »
Jonghyun saw Jinki staring at the phone, but in few seconds his eyes smiled brightly, almost disappearing.
« Good then. I'll wait for you here. » the guy said opening his book and sitting on a bench near the entance.
From how things had gone, the evening predicted Jonghyun would remain without a partner to fuck, but his resources were anything but questionable and, having experienced that Jinki could be malleable enough, he was able to convince him to drink a shocking amount of beer. It wasn't difficult after all, he acted like a caring friend and Jinki took the bait. Jonghyun knew that everyone had a weakness, Jinki's was the trust he reposed in people.
Jonghyun liked to be dominated in bed, but he couldn't expect it in that situation, the only thing that could have surprised him was a rough drunken Jinki. It wasn't that case, Jonghyun knew, but it didn't matter because he wanted to fuck Jinki so hard he could have topped too.
He always wanted that a perfect unknown fucked him senseless and leaved him the following morning with nothing else than a cock-shaped asshole. It was his way to live, every man he fucked was an empty body with no story to tell and he didn't care. He didn't want to know what people felt or thought and that was why he had never been attached to someone for more than a moan in his bed sheets. He shared his hidest emotions with only one person and he received a huge wall of prejudices. That person was his father and Jonghyun was so hurt that he unconsciously closed his soul in a box, convincing himself that none on the earth would have never appreciated him.
---
They found themselves in a bed. Jinki was so drunk he couldn't even remember his own name, how could only imagine whom's dick was sucking right then?
« Yes, just like that... » Jonghyun whispered among wet moans. His forehead was covered in sweat.
Jinki was between his naked thighs, licking the hard shaft that lied below Jonghyun's navel. His tongue drew a line of saliva along the main vein and savored that salty taste through sloppy kisses. Jinki was slow, his teeth jokingly teased the angry and mushroom shaped head, but Jonghyun couldn't wait: his position from lying down changed into a sitting one, his cock stood hard and red in front of Jinki swollen lips, waiting.
« Suck it. » he added, palming himself a bit.
Jinki opened slowly his mouth without opposing, but the guy didn't waited for Jinki to open more when he pushed the whole lenght through those soft lips. Jinki could feel the tip of Jonghyun's cock in his throat and for a time that seemed endless, he didn't breathe. Some air slipped through his nostrils when Jonghyun pulled away, but he pushed hard again too early and Jinki almost chocked. With watery eyes he looked up at the guy with a sinful chocolate gaze and, with his hands gripped on two beautiful milky thighs, he sucked hard moaning around the red-hot tip. When Jinki's uvula touched a too much sensitive slit, Jonghyun groaned in pleasure cursing like a bitch and pushed so hard that he had to catch Jinki's hair to stop the boy's head from moving too much.
« Stay still.. » Jonghyun said and moved Jinki's head how he liked. Jinki found himself tasting precum and nuzzling Jonghyun's pubic hair. Tears fell from his eyes while his throat widened dramatically welcoming a vibrating hot dick. He could feel how hard Jonghyun was and how the friction between his teeth and the shaft turned him on more and more. The adrenaline pumped in Jonghyun's veins while he abused Jinki's throat merciless, but suddenly he felt Jinki's tongue curl and looked down at the latter questioningly.
Jinki's eyes were closed and Jonghyun found his cock buried into a sleepy face.
« What the fuck, Jinki? » cried in displeasure, knowing that a release had been so fucking near.
Jinki woke up in a bed that smelled of bvlgari and musk. The walls were studded with pictures of guitars, a little ray of sunshine passed through a window next a keyboard covered by sheets and dust. He stroked his eyes with both hands and realized that wasn't his room.
The real evidence it wasn't a dream or one of his abuse-of-chicken allucinations was an arm wrapped around his chest and a hard stone planted behind his lower back. His eyes widened in shock and tried to free himself, but the grip on his stomach increased.
« You woke up, sleepyhead. »
« Jo-jonghyun? » he swallowed loudly. « Wha-at..? Y-you?! »
« You thrill me so much. Do you feel my c.. »
« Holy shit! » Jinki got up completely dazed, Jonghyun smiled looking at him freaking out.
« We..? We.. »
« Fucked? Yes. »
« Oh Jesus, help me. » Jinki looked up palming his forehead.
« Are you talking with youself? » the guy laughed hard in the bed, his white teeth shined in the room but Jinki was so pissed and panicked he hated that confidently grin with all his heart.
« I don't remember anything! »
« That's strange. I remember every dirty shit you screamed- »
« Stop it! »
« Are you sure you don't remember? Don't you remember how my cock- »
« Please Jonghyun shut up! »
« Why? » Jonghyun moved so fast Jinki didn't notice the latter was just a few inches away. « You don't want to know what I did to your cockslut ass or you don't want to admit you are such a needy dirty slut? »
Jinki panicked one more time, but his lips were already glued on Jonghyun's. He didn't move and the mouth his lips were touching seemed disappointed.
Jinki broke that kiss, that would have been wonderful if he hadn't been half-naked, in a room with a boy he fucked with but that he didn't want to fuck or at least he would have wanted to remember better.
« C'mon Jinki, let's go to bed.. »
« N-no. Sorry I have to go. » Jinki looked for his clothes, but a strong hand fixed his wrists to the wardrobe.
« I'm not letting you go this time. »
Jonghyun's breath hit his cheeks. Jinki could see the latter was agog, his chest heaved frenetically and his abs stretched and relaxed the same way he inhaled and exhaled.
Jinki was scared, he couldn't move and some pain in his chest said he didn't know what to do. He liked Jonghyun, but that wasn't his Jonghyun; the one he stared in the library every friday, the one who borrowed his favourite book, the one Jinki saw one day at the park with his earphones on, the one he saw arguing with a motorist for having soaked a poor dog with muddy puddle water. That wasn't the Jonghyun he fallen for.
Water drops began to fall from his eyes as he realized he loved someone that didn't exist. His idea of Jonghyun was wrong and he loved a person he created in his mind.
« Jinki why.. » Jonghyun loosened his hold as soon as Jinki's tears became water strips along his cheeks. He felt Jinki's wrists moving away from his palms and a sensation of emptiness filled his heart, his lungs.
That was the second time he saw Jinki's back while the latter were running away.
That was the first time Jonghyun thought he was really so scary.
---
The next two months were a real hell for Jinki. Jonghyun teased him in every possible way and, even though Jinki made everything to avoid him, Jonghyun was always around. When he remembered the night of the party he couldn't think of how Jonghyun had been so petty.
After that morning Jonghyun began to make strange sounds when Jinki passed next to him, began to mimic a dick in his mouth with his tongue pressed against the inner walls of his cheeks when Jinki looked at him in the library and one day he gave a open-mouthed kiss to a freshman in font of Jinki's eyes while he was walking in the corridors. Jinki didn't know what to do, he was having hard times with his classes too, he couldn't concentrate. He just wanted to study and forget. Kibum never knew anything, he attended different classes and when Jinki came back to his room, he could pretend everything was okay. But Kibum was smart and Jinki couldn't avoid his bestfriend's questions when they found a dick painted on their apartment door.
« You are madly obsessed. » Taemin said. His mouth full of food. « Why do you behave like this? »
« This is how a prude person is supposed to be treated. » Jonghyun answered proudly. He didn't know why a person like Jinki couldn't enjoy sex like everyone did; why he had to avoid Jonghyun only because they had sex one night. It wasn't a big deal. Jinki's behaviour made him feel uncomfortable.
« What the hell he did to you? »
« Do you remember that boy that cried after having sex with me? Well, it's him. He's so pathetic I can't stand.»
« Are you sure you found him pathetic or..? maybe you feel.. »
« What are you saying, man? » Jonghyun laughed nervously, Taemin noticed but didn't cared too much.
« By the way, it doesn't make any sense. Why do you behave as a dick? You look like a little stupid kid. »
Taemin's opinions were always precious to Jonghyun, he was his almost-brother friend but he also knew Taemin would have always supported him.
« Tae, do you want to do me a favor? » His devilish smile caught his friend's attention.
« What now? »
« Would you lend me one of your bitches? »
Taemin rolled his eyes.
Jinki found a paper under his apartment door. He already knew who was the sender.
Jinki.. I think I owe you some apologies.
Please, come to the roof tomorrow at 11 am.
Jinki reached the roof. His difficulties were near to a end, he felt relived.
He stood here for a bit. After ten minutes he thought Jonghyun would have left him in the lurch.
Then he heared a muffled curse: Jinki turned around to see if someone was there and in a corner he saw that deep brown hair he know so well.
Jonghyun had his mouth wrapped around a pink slender cock, he was sucking and licking. He was kneeling in front of a boy Jinki had never seen and the latter stood there: his jaw tensed, his eyes confused. The boy gasped when he saw Jinki.
Jinki realized Jonghyun did it on purpose because the brown haired cockslut turned his gaze on him immediately. His lips stretched, his cheeks full of tension as he sucked hard; some saliva escaped his mouth. Jinki sweared he was smirking around that dick, crossing Jinki's lost eyes with his shimmering irises. When Jinki was about to move, Jonghyun pulled back taking the shaft between his hands and pumping, but when he began to talk, Jinki was already gone.
He abandoned the boy saying it would have been better for him to think about his little problem all by himself. He looked for Jinki for the entire day, he couldn't wait to see Jinki's incredulous face and tease him.
But Jinki was nowhere to be found.
Three weeks passed and Jonghyun didn't saw Jinki around. He didn't know if the fact pissed him off or he didn't care at all, but how taemin pointed out, if he really didn't mind why he knew there were exactly 24 days Jinki wasn't around?
« I only miss my toy. » he justified.
Toys. He tought about that word. He thought about toys when he was excited and in the last days it had become increasingly difficult not to be horny. He jerked off himself everynight in his bed, when his room was locked and his roommate watched tv in the other room. He fucked his hand hard, creating a sweet friction between his slit and his thumb, rubbing the tip spasmously.
He always ended with four fingers buried in his ass, whimpering inaudibly as he bited the pillow and fucked his entrance with the first things he found around: a bottle, a eggplant, a pink transparent dildo. When some guy pushed him on his bed after one of the parties Jonghyun came to, he always tried to fulfill his strange kinks because a big vibrating dick in his ass began to be not enough anymore.
He came whispering Jinki's name. Every time.
---
Then one day he saw Jinki near the men's bathroom.
« Hey bitch! » Jinki lifted his head, his lips parted in a sour pout. His fists were evident where they held the bag. Jonghyun rested his left palm on the wall near Jinki's head. « Long time no see. »
He hadn't enough time to be cocky because Jinki pushed him through the door. Jonghyun's back touched an icy wall, Jinki was few centimeters away from his nose.
« It's better for you to stop. » the latter shouted.
« Someone is becoming aggressive.. » Jonghyun joked.
Jinki looked in those defiant eyes that made him happy and angry at the same time and the grip on Jonghyun's shirt, he was tightening just few minutes ago, faded.
« Why are you like that? »
« Like what? »
« Like you are superior. For you sex his free, light.. I understand but you can't think people are worse than you only because they don't think the same as you. You're an idiot bully. »
« You really think I'm teasing you because you don't have sex with everyone, Jinki? Am I so stupid? »
« Do I really have to answer? »
« Don't provoke me, Jinki. »
« I don't fear you, dumbass. »
« Really? » Jonghyun smashed Jinki's cheeks against one of the doors. « You know I can fuck you right now, bitch? Ouh, maybe you'll start to cry again.. »
Jinki looked straight into Jonghyun eyes. The latter frowned.
« Your popularity in this university says you never fuck a person twice. You've already wasted a chance. »
« Yeah, I have. » Jonghyun murmured. « Or maybe not. What if we hadn't had sex? »
Jonghyun could see Jinki's eyes wide and the troat smasm.
« What if you only sucked my dick? » said running his thumb on the reddish bangs.
A “what?” appeared on Jinki's lips and floated in the room. He punched Jonghyun hard on his nose he felt every bone break ruinously. The latter got up furious when red lines covered his lower face.
« Are you crazy? »
« You told me we had sex! Why did you lie, bastard?! »
« Why are you angry? It's not a big deal, stupid ass. »
They shouted from the opposite corners of the room.
But Jinki's voice soon lowered when he said the words Jonghyun've never expected to hear from him.
« I hate you. I r-really hate you. Please, leave. »
« I don't understand why you have to be so pathetic. »
« Jonghyun, I said leave! Go away! »
« No. »
« Good.. » Jinki chew his lips. « I'll leave. »
Jonghyun grabbed Jinki's arms and turned him just when the guy was going to reach the door. Jinki's shock was evident, he began to cry again. Something inside of him, something he had bottled up was ready to spill out, but he couldn't foresee that something would be out so soon.
« Maybe for you to have sex with everyone is an hobby, Jonghyun. Maybe it's your way to love, your way to punish you or to gift something to your soul, I don't want to know. But for me sex is something you can have with who you really love and it's not a quick search of pleasure that ends up in bed with a stranger at your side. I.. You can do what you want, but you can't treat people as objects if they don't want you to! And for you I was.. I am only another toy to break, to test... »
The tears continued to fall and Jonghyun remained still. He had never seen Jinki's eyes so swollen and red, his lips becoming humid because of the salty water along his cheeks.
« Why are you not punching me, uh? Why are you not talking? You make me feel more miserable than I was some days ago, when I saw you with that boy.. why you make me feel so weak, so hurt and don't care about how many deep wounds you are leaving? Why are you like this, so selfish.. so different from the boy I loved months ago. Why Jonghyun? Why you are such a heartless bastard that prefers to share his body but not his hidden lost emotions? Even though I had my first true sex with the worst person in the world, it was okay because you were the man I loved. And now-»
Jinki's removed some water from his eyes, gasping for air. Those words hurted. How had he arrived at that point? How did his own speech wound his soul like that?
« I d-don't know if I'm hurt because you lied to me, because you turned my life in a pure hell or because you are not anymore the person I loved. But I know I'm disappointed with myself because I fallen in love with someone like you. »
« You.. » Jonghyun was able to say only little whispered words. That confession had hollowed a black hole in the center of his body. Heavy, deep.
« I can't love you anymore, Jonghyun. »
Jinki moved slowly, his heart shattered in pieces because of the confession and the awareness to be lonelier that before. His eyes filled with tears looked Jonghyun for the last time and he faced the door to leave.
« Jinki wait! You can't go away! »
« It's too late. You are.. too late. »
« Jinki what are you saying? »
« It's too late, Jonghyun. »
« But.. »
Jonghyun didn't received a glance, an answer or a sigh. The guy with watery eyes left the bathroom with slow movements, but Jonghyun didn't have the strenght to stop him. How miserable he was with his gaze completely lost and his eyebrows arched in discomfort. A big heavy rock of emotions fell in his chest, right next to the heart. He gripped the point his chest hurted with his hand but he didn't relieve any pain. He wasn't sure it was pain, but it seemed like if a hand of a ghost had passed though his skin and had stolen his lungs. He put his hands on his forehead damning himself and sitting on the dirty floor. What had he just done?
Some weeks later, Jonghyun found out Jinki left the country in order to continue his studies in America.
Even Taemin managed to calm him down, without results.
One year later Jinki was graduating. He bought a little house near the sea that shared with a friend. He didn't work yet, so he didn't have got enough money to buy a big house all to himself. However, that wasn't a bad idea because he found in his friend what Jinki missed the most about Kibum.
They had an argument before Jinki left one year ago and since then they hadn't even called each other. He was sad and Jinki could bet Kibum was sad too, but none of them tried to contact each other. He didn't want Jinki to leave, but the latter couldn't give up an opportunity so unique.
After the last look at his thesis, he closed his laptop and decided to go home. It would be the last time he entered the library so perfumed of books and knowledge, he was sorry. He sighed loudly as he walked away from the building and just at that moment a drop of rain fell on his nose.
The rain came down like a waterfall and Jinki hurried to reach his house, but it was far enough from the university and when he found himself at the door of his apartment, he was completely soaked. His friend opened the door, motioning to dry his hair as soon as possible before handing him the first towel he had found in the bathroom.
« Why do you hate umbrellas so much? » the guy asked.
« I don't hate umbrellas! I lost mine somewhere.. »
« Yeah, who knows where. »
« Are you mocking me, idiot? »
His friend smiled amused.
« I'm going clubbing and this is an umbrella because I'm smart. » said pointing at his hand.
« Shut up. » Jinki snorted.
The guy opened the door to exit. Then, as if a light had been turned in his head, he looked at Jinki seriously.
« Jinki, one of your friends came some hours ago. I told him I'd tell you he was looking for you and that you could have called him later but he has just wanted to wait and.. »
« Friend? Where is he? »
« In your room, I tried to tell him.. »
« Don't worry, thank you. It's Kibum. Bye, have a good time. »
« Bye man! » He giggled.
Jinki entered his room with his hair still wet.
« Bummie! You came. » he rejoiced.
He saw a silver white shape in the dark of his room.
---
Jinki found Jonghyun staring at some vynils in his bedroom and the latter, although had heard Jinki's footsteps, didn't turn back. He continued facing the disc case on the wall, his hands were rested on the desk surface.
« What are you doing here? » Jinki's voice sounded incredibly sweet and low, but he didn't exactly want to sound like that.
Jonghyun didn't look at him, he took a disc of Eric Clapton between his hands and spoke.
« I didn't know you had such good tastes in music. »
« Jong- jonghyun why are you here? » This time Jinki's voice was desperate and tired, he didn't recognize Jonghyun at first with his new silver hair and when he realized he was really him, his heart beated faster and faster. His body was near Jonghyun's back when he stopped walking.
Jonghyun sighed knowing he should have spoken again.
« Jinki.. I.. I.. »
After some minutes, Jonghyun could only listen to Jinki's dim breathing - but Jonghyun couldn't turn back to see the expression he feared the most, the expression that would have said Jinki hated him a lot. He turned his gaze to the nearest glass settled in the corner of the room. He could see the man behind him without him noticing. He could see Jinki wasn't changed much, his bangs were longer and his soacked clothes showed off the curves of his body.
Jinki was about to put his hand on the blonde's shoulder, but when he was about to touch the blue t-shirt Jonghyun wore, his hand drew back. His eyes were staring at the floor, his back was curved and his hands rested on his chest: Jinki looked like a boxer ready to take a punch in the stomach and Jonghyun knew that that punch was his.
« I'm here for you. »
« I..- Jonghyun why.. »
« I've been looking for you for eleven months. None know about you, even Kibum. I don't know how to find you, I come to America to find you, but America is so big and I didn't know anyone.. Some days ago I found an article on the newspaper and.. my god, probably you hate me now.. » Jonghyun talked fast without breathing.
Jinki had participated to a national competition of new technologies and had won the second place. His picture was finished on the twentieth page of the New York Times.
« Do you come here to find me? » Jinki interrupted.
« Yeah. Listen, I know I'm.. » the blonde turned back facing Jinki.
He wasn't precisely the Jonghyun he remembered. He was the same, but his expression wasn't his. Dejection didn't suit him: his lips pressed, his eyebrows curved in a pleading expression, his eyes glossy and tired.
« He's your boyfriend, isn't he? » Jonghyun smiled but his eyes began to loose their light.
Jinki already knew whom Jonghyun was talking about but nothing exited his mouth.
« I love you Jinki, I always have. From that party, I-I'm sorry Jinki, I'm too late. I'm always too late, I'm a mess. I-I.. sorry, it's better I leave.. now. »
The man in front of him began to move, his hands in his hair. He looked at Jinki with a lot pain on his face and hided his face from the other turning , ready to go away.
A tight hug stopped him.
Jinki was there, behind his back, completely soacking his shoulder with hot tears. His trembling hands entwined on his chest, the pressure of his strong arms against Jonghyun's sides.
« J-Jinki. »
« Please, d-don't go. »
« Jinki.. »
« He's not my boyfriend, I loved only you. I love you. P-please, don't leave. »
Jonghyun bited his lower lip and turned around. He cupped Jinki's face with both hands, wetting them when some tears continued to fall. « Don't cry. » he said against Jinki's rosey mouth.
A passionate kiss began, a wet slow kiss in which Jonghyun tasted Jinki's mouth again, after so much time. He used all the time to bite around his lips, to push his tongue against Jinki's chink, to savoring the salt and the raindrops on Jinki's cheeckbones. He was very slow and sweet, he entered that wet mouth with his strong and hot tongue, explored every place of it and Jinki moaned, his eyes closed at the feeling. Jonghyun pushed Jinki on his mouth harder, his fingers pressed on the soft neck as he deepened the kiss changing the angle.
« Jinki.. » he breathed out between french kisses.
Jinki was pushed to his bed. The blonde kissed his jaw without missing a spot, his voice sounded in Jinki's earshell when he whispered sweet nothings and bited a little part of skin where some wet hair rested. Jinki sighed when Jonghyun's bulge rocked against his inner tighs, his arms embraced the man above him to get more friction.
They removed their shirts, Jonghyun looked down at how glorious Jinki's body was. He wanted to taste it so bad right then, his lips settled around one of Jinki's sensitive nipples, teasing the moaning man with his teeth and his tongue. Jinki rubbed his fingers on Jonghyun's shoulder, savoring those strong muscles that tensed when the latter whimpered.
For a long time Jonghyun looked Jinki's eyes while he caressed the man's sides and licked some of the sweat on Jinki's nose. The gaze never broke when the muscular blonde began to unbuckle his jeans, his hand already working on an triumphant erection when Jinki kissed him on the cheeks.
« You are so beautiful. » Jinki's voice was already husky and that turned Jonghyun on.
He took one of Jinki's hand and put it on his erection that was standing hard between his jeans zip. Jinki didn't complain when rubbed that lenght with excitement, feeling every veins pumping against his touch. Jonghyun breathed hard, cold air exited his nose as Jinki sped up the pace.
Jinki's cock, narrowed in cold wet pants, hard and covered in precum, was pushing against the fabric and he almost shouted when Jonghyun freed his horny angry red dick.
« I owe you a blowjob.. » Jonghyun smirked, lowering his head enough to look up at Jinki in a perverted way.
His tongue began to tease the purple tip moistening the slit with saliva - Jinki's eyes were glued on Jonghyun's mouth, on how the latter sucked him dry with his tensed throat. He bucked up many times, but Jonghyun didn't seem to care because everytime Jinki's cock slided deeper and deeper in his tight troat, his cheeks perfectly hollowed as a pro's.
Whispered curses and hidden moans made Jonghyun understand Jinki was close and he helped his mouth with a hand around the large base, engulfing the big cock inch by inch and pulling back in time to relax. Jinki's hands pushed his head on the dick faster and the slurping sound he heard made his cock spill out sticky cum in Jonghyun's deep troat.
« I'm sorry.. » he hurried to say, but Jonghyun had already swallowed his seed.
Jinki removed completely his pants and Jonghyun was already on him, with his hard shaft pointing at his belly.
« Do you have lube? » he whispered one more time into Jinki's hear, but Jinki didn't have any. « I guess we have to use another.. »
Jonghyun put two fingers in his own mouth sucking avidly at the whole digits. Jinki stared as the man moved to rest on his stomach with his head between Jinki's legs, his ass in the air and his balls that touched Jinki's chest.
The view was the best, Jinki could see Jonghyun's ass clench around his own digits while some twinkle adorned the rim of the perfect and pinky hole. He parted Jonghyun's ass cheeks to look better, he felt their softness and strength and he soon discovered his cock was again so hard, ready for attention. Jonghyun began sucking him again while his swollen ass was facing Jinki. His hole vibrated everytime Jinki's cock was inside his mouth and he coaxed the entire member with his hot spit.
« Jonghyun, please.. » Jinki's plea came unexpectedly sexy. Jonghyun's ass twitched in anticipation, knowing something even bigger than his fingers was going to fill him.
He turned facing Jinki again. « I love you. » he said while sitting.
He spread again his spit along Jinki's dick and positioned on the shaft. The tip began to enter and Jinki felt something blooming through his spine. Jonghyun engulfed Jinki like his ass was butter and the man could only feel a tight grip forming around his entire penis.
« Fuck, fuck, fuck.. » Jonghyun repeated as a mantra while Jinki filled him up more and more.
« Jong- » Jinki menaged to say, but when Jonghyun took his hands and put them on his hips suggesting Jinki to guide his ass along Jinki's cock, he wasn't able to finish.
He pushed Jonghyun on his shaft mantaining a fast pace, changing the angle evry time Jonghyun moaned unceremoniously dirty words and nonsense.
« There, Jinki, right there.. » the latter said rolling his eyes in pleasure, while Jinki hit his sweet spot with every thrust, with more strenght.
Jinki moved fast hitting that spot deep inside his lover that made him tense like a cat. Jonghyun abs moved with Jinki's bumps and his arms rested behind his back, his hands on Jinki's legs, lifting himself a bit every time Jinki was ready to pound again into him.
« Fuck Jong.. »
Jonghyun laid down again on Jinki. His sweat fell from his mouth to spread on Jinki's collarbones. His arms at Jinki's sides in order to meet his lover's thrusts halfway.
The pace increased time by time until Jinki didn't feel the heat around his cock tighten. He knew Jonghyun was so close by his breathing and he slammed again two times when Jonghyun's seed was all over his abdomen.
« Oh my fucking god.. »
Jonghyun was so sensitive now and that convinced Jinki to fuck that tightness even more, pushing hard while his dick brushed against Jonghyun's hinner walls. He felt a knot in his stomac and an istant pleasure leaving his scrotum. He filled up Jonghyun's ass with his hot cum until some white drops passed between his cock and the red abused rim and fell on the sheets.
Jonghyun could feel Jinki's hot seed in his stomach. He slumped on Jinki that exausted was catching his breath. After their hearts had reached a regular beating, Jinki pulled back his flabby cock from Jonghyun's relaxed entrance. They stared at each other.
« It was great. » Jonghyun said still catching his breath.
« Yeah. »
« I love you. »
« I love you too. » They kissed and Jinki tasted himself in Jonghyun's mouth. They cuddle each other for two hours whispering sweet nothings and laughing before they fell asleep, one's head on the other's collarbone.
---
Jonghyun woke up. A wonderful smell tickled his nose.
He looked at his side but Jinki wasn't there. He panicked until a brightly man opened the door carrying a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.
« Good morning. » Jinki hummed.
« Oh, uhm thank you.. » Jonghyun took the cup of coffee and smiled weakly.
« What's wrong? » Jinki sat on the bed next to his boyfriend. He frowned a little.
« Nothing.. » Jonghyun sat better to drink. « My butt hurts.. a lot. »
« Ow. Uhm, I'm sorry uhm do you want a pillow to..? »
They stared at each other confused, a sudden silence haunted the room.
After a long sip to his coffee, Jonghyun began to laugh hard, almost spilling his gulp on Jinki's face.
« Nice to see you haven't changed. »
Jonghyun kissed Jinki's forehead, then his lips and he relaxed instantly.
« Idiot.. »
« Jonghyun, can I ask you a question? »
« Sure baby. »
« Why haven't we had sex that night? »
« Oh. This is a funny story.. »
« Really? Tell me. »
« Well.. you were so drunk that night. I carried you to my room in my arms. »
« So? »
« You were so drunk.. you fell asleep while we.. you.. was sucking my dick. »
« Whoa! A-a-are you serious? »
the end.