ointment [oneshot]
Title: ointment
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, humor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 864
Summary: kibum explains it to them as karma for leaving the party early. continuation of tide-to-go.
"When Dawn spread out her finger tips of rose, she painted everything with the faintest glow, and the blades of grass sparkled and knelt before her in her beauty, and in thanks."
Taemin looks up from his notebook and bats his eyelashes. "That's really pretty, hyung," he thinks aloud, and the brunet before him cocks his head to the right, sheepishly grins, then scratches his neck.
"Thanks, Taemin." Jinki smiles and closes his notebook.
They're sitting together on the bed--since the morning, when one of them had woken up and started scratching himself on the bedpost; guess who--with covers drawn close to them. Kibum had walked in several times throughout the few hours, and pushes the door open once more to interrupt their reading, his downward frown closely resembling the array of honeydew on the tray he holds.
"Look," he says to the two, "I know you guys have poison ivy--and you deserve it for leaving me with Jonghyun--but you've gotta get out of bed now to wash up."
"Too tired," Jinki grumbles and dives into the downy covers. Taemin grins into his pillow then follows suit, and giggling erupts in the form of slithering bodies and flailing arms.
"You should rest and--stop doing that, Taemin!" Kibum pushes Taemin's legs down to avoid getting kicked in the face.
"But I'm itchy."
"That's great," Kibum snaps. "It's your fault anyway."
"So cold, Kibum-ah." Kibum snorts, drops the tray on a desk and struts his way out of the room.
"I can't feel my feet anymore, hyung."
"That might be a problem."
Popping his head out for oxygen, Taemin chews his lips, clasps his hands together in thought, then brightens up so much that Jinki can see it from underneath the covers. "Let's go to the bathroom, hyung."
Jinki eyes the rather sly look on Taemin's face, a hesitant "But why?" resting on his tongue, but it soon disappears when Taemin chastely kisses him on the lips, the feeling so ethereal and fleeting, that Jinki can't help but want more. He watches Taemin wiggle his eyebrows ("There'll be more for you if you come with me") and clumsily rolls out of bed, a laughing Taemin just two steps before him.
"Whoa, wait!" Jonghyun hollers when he sees the two walking around in the hallway, and his fingers fly up to his face to form a crucifix. "I don't want to be getting that shit, man." Taemin sticks his tongue out and promptly tugs Jinki away so that they're a safe distance from the disgruntled singer.
"Baby," Taemin mutters under his breath before a shrill "I heard that!" echoes in the hallway; but the younger boy shrugs it off and pushes the door open with a foot, untainted by the fiery itches covering his arms and lower back.
Jinki struggles to pull out a few tubes of ointment, what with one hand constantly in his pants, scratching his leg, until he whines, "Taemin, I can't get it."
"Well, hyung," the boy jokes and bumps his hip with Jinki's, "if you weren't so busy trying to jerk yourself off with your right hand, you wouldn't be having all of this trouble. Impatient, much."
The brunet feigns offense before the shape of an o falls to a wide u, stepping aside to allow Taemin access to the cupboards. He reaches up with both hands and Jinki can't help but let his eyes trail down Taemin's back to the small expanse of tan--and pinkish--skin underneath his very white night shirt. A low groan resounds in the room and the auburn haired boy's eyes zip down to meet Jinki's.
"What?"
"I'm sorry," Jinki murmurs, a hand slowly slipping to his neck (and he scratches it in guilt and in thought, not because it was devastatingly itchy). "I--you--"
Taemin smiles a bit, chuckles, "Hyung, don't worry about it so much."
"But you have a test soon, and you can't study with that itch--"
"It's fine, hyung," Taemin sighs a bit loudly and he turns around to face Jinki with a tube in each hand. "Really, just forget about it. This will go away soon."
Jinki looks down at his feet and grumbles, "I'm really sorry, Taemin-ah."
"Just put this on my back." He shoves a tube into Jinki's chest with the smallest smirk and Jinki takes it, wraps a hand tightly around the cap.
"Yeah. All right."
Taemin beams, pushes up a bit on his toes and kisses Jinki on the forehead. "Let's use a little heat, why don't we?" Jinki doesn't quite protest, despite knowing how horrible his hands will smell after applying all of that ointment (though Taemin isn't even thinking about that, he's trying to unbutton his pants with an innocent grin on his face).
Kibum hesitates a bit to knock on the bathroom door ("Taemin, not there!" "Oh, quit being such a baby and man-up." "But Tae-Taemin--mm." "See?"), takes a step back and breathes in through his nose, "I don't want to know."
"Good call," Jonghyun hisses under his breath as he walks by with an ice pack still held to his head. "You just--you don't want to."
A raised eyebrow and, "Where--?"
"Taemin has a good arm."
--
a/n: (get ready for this radical chain of events). i was reading the odyssey for english class and came upon the line: "when Dawn spread out her finger tips of rose." i started with that, thinking it would be a poem. it then became jinki reading something he wrote, then jinki and taemin in bed together, and then--yes.
if you haven't realized, i like making taemin a bit, uh, sneaky and not so innocent and stuff :( it's just this...habit ha ha.
Author: salted_taiyaki
Pairing(s): Onew x Taemin
Genre: Romance, humor
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 864
Summary: kibum explains it to them as karma for leaving the party early. continuation of tide-to-go.
"When Dawn spread out her finger tips of rose, she painted everything with the faintest glow, and the blades of grass sparkled and knelt before her in her beauty, and in thanks."
Taemin looks up from his notebook and bats his eyelashes. "That's really pretty, hyung," he thinks aloud, and the brunet before him cocks his head to the right, sheepishly grins, then scratches his neck.
"Thanks, Taemin." Jinki smiles and closes his notebook.
They're sitting together on the bed--since the morning, when one of them had woken up and started scratching himself on the bedpost; guess who--with covers drawn close to them. Kibum had walked in several times throughout the few hours, and pushes the door open once more to interrupt their reading, his downward frown closely resembling the array of honeydew on the tray he holds.
"Look," he says to the two, "I know you guys have poison ivy--and you deserve it for leaving me with Jonghyun--but you've gotta get out of bed now to wash up."
"Too tired," Jinki grumbles and dives into the downy covers. Taemin grins into his pillow then follows suit, and giggling erupts in the form of slithering bodies and flailing arms.
"You should rest and--stop doing that, Taemin!" Kibum pushes Taemin's legs down to avoid getting kicked in the face.
"But I'm itchy."
"That's great," Kibum snaps. "It's your fault anyway."
"So cold, Kibum-ah." Kibum snorts, drops the tray on a desk and struts his way out of the room.
"I can't feel my feet anymore, hyung."
"That might be a problem."
Popping his head out for oxygen, Taemin chews his lips, clasps his hands together in thought, then brightens up so much that Jinki can see it from underneath the covers. "Let's go to the bathroom, hyung."
Jinki eyes the rather sly look on Taemin's face, a hesitant "But why?" resting on his tongue, but it soon disappears when Taemin chastely kisses him on the lips, the feeling so ethereal and fleeting, that Jinki can't help but want more. He watches Taemin wiggle his eyebrows ("There'll be more for you if you come with me") and clumsily rolls out of bed, a laughing Taemin just two steps before him.
"Whoa, wait!" Jonghyun hollers when he sees the two walking around in the hallway, and his fingers fly up to his face to form a crucifix. "I don't want to be getting that shit, man." Taemin sticks his tongue out and promptly tugs Jinki away so that they're a safe distance from the disgruntled singer.
"Baby," Taemin mutters under his breath before a shrill "I heard that!" echoes in the hallway; but the younger boy shrugs it off and pushes the door open with a foot, untainted by the fiery itches covering his arms and lower back.
Jinki struggles to pull out a few tubes of ointment, what with one hand constantly in his pants, scratching his leg, until he whines, "Taemin, I can't get it."
"Well, hyung," the boy jokes and bumps his hip with Jinki's, "if you weren't so busy trying to jerk yourself off with your right hand, you wouldn't be having all of this trouble. Impatient, much."
The brunet feigns offense before the shape of an o falls to a wide u, stepping aside to allow Taemin access to the cupboards. He reaches up with both hands and Jinki can't help but let his eyes trail down Taemin's back to the small expanse of tan--and pinkish--skin underneath his very white night shirt. A low groan resounds in the room and the auburn haired boy's eyes zip down to meet Jinki's.
"What?"
"I'm sorry," Jinki murmurs, a hand slowly slipping to his neck (and he scratches it in guilt and in thought, not because it was devastatingly itchy). "I--you--"
Taemin smiles a bit, chuckles, "Hyung, don't worry about it so much."
"But you have a test soon, and you can't study with that itch--"
"It's fine, hyung," Taemin sighs a bit loudly and he turns around to face Jinki with a tube in each hand. "Really, just forget about it. This will go away soon."
Jinki looks down at his feet and grumbles, "I'm really sorry, Taemin-ah."
"Just put this on my back." He shoves a tube into Jinki's chest with the smallest smirk and Jinki takes it, wraps a hand tightly around the cap.
"Yeah. All right."
Taemin beams, pushes up a bit on his toes and kisses Jinki on the forehead. "Let's use a little heat, why don't we?" Jinki doesn't quite protest, despite knowing how horrible his hands will smell after applying all of that ointment (though Taemin isn't even thinking about that, he's trying to unbutton his pants with an innocent grin on his face).
Kibum hesitates a bit to knock on the bathroom door ("Taemin, not there!" "Oh, quit being such a baby and man-up." "But Tae-Taemin--mm." "See?"), takes a step back and breathes in through his nose, "I don't want to know."
"Good call," Jonghyun hisses under his breath as he walks by with an ice pack still held to his head. "You just--you don't want to."
A raised eyebrow and, "Where--?"
"Taemin has a good arm."
--
a/n: (get ready for this radical chain of events). i was reading the odyssey for english class and came upon the line: "when Dawn spread out her finger tips of rose." i started with that, thinking it would be a poem. it then became jinki reading something he wrote, then jinki and taemin in bed together, and then--yes.
if you haven't realized, i like making taemin a bit, uh, sneaky and not so innocent and stuff :( it's just this...habit ha ha.