SHINee On Wheels
SHINee On Wheels
Title: SHINee On Wheels
Author: ellie_eunnie and ponyatf
Pairing: JonghyunxKey, OnewxMinho, JongkeyxTwinkie (girl!taemin)
Genre: Biker-adventure (smut)
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: We neither own the boys, nor do we make any money with this story.
Summary: One city, two biker-gangs and a whole lot of smutty shit.
A/N: A collaboration-fic, a bit smutty, a bit crackish, and Minho has a moustache... Yeah, you heard me... A moustache...
Warning: Language, explicit porn, a devil-threesome, light SM
SHINee On Wheels
"Stop bothering me, it's getting on my nerves!" said the tall man and spat on the ground. He fished a small comb from the inside pocket of his black leather jacket and used it to restrain his mohawk. A shorter man at his side shuffled his feet nervously, sending every now and then a glance to the back door of the gloomy pub.
"I can't understand why we’re lurking around in the 'Night Rider'- area... If we get busted here, we’re dead!" Jonghyun whispered into the darkness. For a minute, there was just the rustling of the busy rats in the nearby trash cans audible, then the taller one spoke up: "And you call yourself 'The blinging son of hell'? Are you sure, you won't prefer 'Miss Pretty Pussy' from now on?"
Jonghyun gasped at the condemning defamation, which his best friend had thrown at him, and anger grew in him like a fungus in a fast- forward- speeded documentary.
"Shut your mouth! You might be the 'Almighty Rider', but you can't shit on me like that!", he hissed and grabbed the other by his collar. "And I don't want to stand here waiting any longer, either! Hell, you didn't even tell me, what we’re waiting for!"
But before the "Almighty Rider" could even respond and - pretty likely - hit him, the back door flung open and the shadow of a girl became visible in the dim lightened frame.
"Baby- girl!" Key purred in an unusual tone and he pushed his friend aside, as though he was rendered inexistent in the span of a second. The girl ran down the three steps into the dark alley and smashed herself into the leathern arms.
"Hey there, big boy~ I missed youuuuu!" Too much in shock, Jonghyun starred at the couple: The girl, who was eating Keys face like there would be no tomorrow, as she dug her fingers deep into the almighty butt- cheeks, was not unknown to him. In fact, she was the sister of their biggest rival, the head of the biker- gang "The Night- Riders", none other than the "Motor- master" Minho...
~~~
Minho entered his favorite pub with five of his biker- crew members and sat down at the bar counter. The man behind it greeted him with a small nod and turned around again to continue polishing the glasses. Within a few minutes, the members got their beers and whiskeys and scattered through the room; some played darts or pool, some just sat down at a table. Only their boss kept sitting at the bar, stroking his thumb and forefinger over his well- grown moustache as he leaned a bit forward to murmur something to the barman.
"Has my sister arrived yet?" The man turned around and lowered the kerchief and the glass in his hands and leaned in as well.
"Yes.", he answered. "But she went out again."
The boss nodded and took a big sip from his foamy ale. His glance was glued to the crotch of the bar keeper and after drooling for a bit, he ordered in a determined voice: "I have some business to talk to you about, Jinki. Let's go into your bureau, I want to talk…in private."
A grin hushed over the face of the bar man and he paused his work immediately to hurry into the back room. "Motor- Master" Minho put his glass down very slowly and snapped his fingers. All the heads in the bar turned to him, silence looming into the pub like fog and he announced: "Guys, you know the deal: I don't want to be disturbed from my important...business talk... Anyone bothering me will be knocked down to see his creator!" and he stood up, walking to the back room and vanished behind the closing door.
~~~
"Hey there, big boy~ I missed youuuuu!"
The words were still echoing through Jonghyun’s mind, pinning him in that spot, as he quietly watched the two practically eating each other’s faces off and he was starting to wonder, just how much these two people were capable of going on without breathing. He checked his watch: two minutes passed; when he looked back, he could see that they somehow unglued from each other and he frowned because there was still skinship nevertheless.
He watched him stare at her, touching her firm, skinny body all over, rubbing those pretty, doll-like cheeks, fumbling with the fire-red hair and tugging at it gently, making her grin mischievously as she reached in to nibble on Key’s lower lip.
Was he inexistent? He sure felt like was disappearing from the whole scenario and becoming a featured part, the voyeur, and he didn’t like it. He hated it. Their friendship was always based on their undivided attention for each other. They were a dream team since childhood and in their early teens, they discovered that fucking was also something they could share. Jonghyun knew it was nothing exclusive but Key had never made him LOOK at it before...
So he shifted in his spot, coming as close behind them as possible, still a bit out of the shaved-boy’s range, just in case the other decided to high- kick him and he coughed, refusing to look at them. But he saw them shift out of the corner of his eyes and he could almost feel Key’s gaze burning holes into him, as the girl leaned back from the other and drew a bit closer to Jonghyun.
At first he just felt the touch and he winced, taking a step back, but then the girl drew in even more and soon she was up-close to him; her hand was brushing against his cheek, flat against the skin and she leaned in, whispering seductively into his ear: “You’re kind of cute, all jealous like that!”
Maybe he’d have objected immediately, but the fact that the girl was so close that he could breathe in her perfume, all sweet and innocent and he could almost taste her cherry body-lotion, delayed his reaction quite a bit. So all that Jonghyun could do was ogle stupidly at the girl for a few moments, letting her words sink in.
When he eventually did realize their meaning he stumbled back, bringing his hand to…slap hers away? Did he really do that? But he didn’t care how stupid his impulsive reaction or how nasty the look Key gave him was. She was the enemy and Key must have not been in his right mind to imagine he’d allow this - not to mention - approve of it!
In anger, the short man brushed against the girl, making sure to graze against her arm not-so-gently; he flew past Key too and grabbed his hand as he did so, pulling him away, forcing him on the bike and leaving the alley at high- speed. Luckily, he couldn't see Key throwing an air- kiss to the girl as a farewell, which she received with a giggle. That would have give him the rest.
~~~
Key wasn’t happy with Jonghyun’s reaction, even though he understood him; hell, he had even predicted it, which is probably why Key allowed Jonghyun to drag him away without doing more than hissing comments and showering him with scowls.
So, of course, when Jonghyun did finally pull the bike onto a side-alley, back in the area of the "Shining Wheels", the look on Key’s face was not pretty. Still, he managed to elegantly get off of the bike, hands unwrapping themselves from Jonghyun’s waist. And somehow Key continued to be elegant, as Jonghyun turned around roughly, a huge hand grabbing Key’s small wrist, pulling him back between his spread legs.
Jonghyun fucking hated Key right now, he wished he could rip that smug grin right off of his face, that stupid grin he flashed at that dumb girl and maybe it didn’t really do much to undo, what has been done, but digging his fingers deep into Key’s arms helped for the moment and that was all he could think off. As white flashed into the corners of his eyes, Jonghyun pulled the other nearer, pressing his small frame flush against his crotch, webbing his fingers into his hair, tightening his grip and pulling on it.
Key let out a moan, body turning soft in the other’s hands and he was a purring kitty, a whimpering, moaning kitten in Jonghyun’s arms; however, he still had claws and bare fangs and he had to show that to the other. So he didn’t fight it, he let Jonghyun pull him near, he let him yank his head back and attack his neck.
So to showed his claws and brought himself closer, so near that their crotches were rubbing against each other, making the other moan in turn. And when Jonghyun's fingers loosened in his hair, Key jumped in for the kill, burying his own fingers in the short mans crotch and yanking at the zipper. He sneaked into the confines of Jonghyun’s boxers, pulling that hardening length out, kneeling lower and he knew he had the upper hand now, because Jonghyun’s fingers were again tugging at his hair. This was Key’s game, as always.
Except that this time things didn’t really seem to go his way. Jonghyun could tell what the other’s intentions were and perhaps on any other circumstances he would have let it be Key’s show but today he was pissed. He was fuming and he didn’t feel like letting the boy win, not with that stupid grin pulsing in the back of his mind, driving him even crazier.
So instead of pushing the boy’s head down as the other probably expected, Jonghyun’s fingers slid down the other’s temples and over his shoulders, wrapping under Key’s underarms and yanking him up violently.
All of a sudden, Key's stomach was biting into the bike’s cushion, kept there by Jonghyun, who was pressed over him, hands palming every centimeter of Key. He felt the fingers of his best friend skim over the waistband of his pants and curl inside, tugging them down roughly, dragging the boxers along with them and he gasped when he felt the other’s dick flush against his ass, hard and hot, making him shudder.
Usually they prepped; usually they kissed and took their time, caressing and whispering loving words, Jonghyun would kiss him on the mouth slowly, right before he would slid in.
But usually they weren’t this pissed, usually there wasn’t so much tension between them. So Jonghyun was now standing behind a bend-over the motorcycle Key, who was trying his best to grab onto something, the metal on the bike painfully biting into his thighs as Jonghyun pushed in without warning, making him gasp for air as he hunched down harder, burying his face in his arms.
Jonghyun pushed in hard, fast, until he was all the way in and both were panting, spooned into each-other, fighting to regain their breaths. Jonghyun paused, regret suddenly biting into his heart as he heard Key whimper under him, face hidden. He leaned in, pressing a kiss on the other’s nape and it made Key turn his face to meet Jonghyun’s and their mouths caught each-other, sliding into a slow, drunken kiss, only broken apart by the need for air.
After breathing in deeply, Key’s eyelashes fluttered, cheeks burned with fluster as he hissed a “fucking move, Bling!” to which the other grinned. He pulled back out, pounding in just as brutally as before, except that now Key met him with a lustful moan, head tilting back and tickling Jonghyun’s chest with his hair. They kept the pace steady, Jonghyun slamming in and out harder and harder each time and Key's ass pushed back to counter the short man's pounds, but soon the rhythm broke and Key let out a sigh, shaking uncontrollably as he let himself go, spraying his release all over the motorbike.
Jonghyun wasn't quite spent yet, although the enclosing walls inside of Key were milking him, so he continued his rammaging of the others hole. It seemed to go on forever, as if Jonghyun was running on Duracell. Enough is enough, Key turned around, hissing: "Come on!"
Brushing off the annoyed glance Key gave him, he came hard into the boy, sinking his teeth in the other’s shoulder to keep from screaming - because, fuck, they were in public after all - but Key was so fucking tight, it drove him insane.
This wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t sweet but it sure did work and Jonghyun pulled out of Key, leaning in to place a kiss on the boy’s cheek, whispering an “I love you baby, don’t fucking forget,” before pulling back and yanking the keys out off the still vibrating motor, leaving the tall boy there, whimpering and still struggling to catch his breath.
Key fixed his clothes and followed the other soon after, now a huge grin painted on his features.
Yes, this worked just fine.
~~~
The picture of that Twinkie girl seducing Key had been burned into his eyes. Jonghyun couldn't stop thinking about it and a barbarous feeling seethed in him, making him see the world in red shades and his hands shake. 'That bitch needs to be taken down!' he thought and started his machine, a Harley VRSCDX Night Rod Special and rode to the other side of the city, leaving the protection of his own gang- area.
Even though Key had shown him that he had no intentions to stop fucking him every now and then, there was still a little doubt left in Jonghyun that this girl could be a possible competitor in the race for the almighty’s attention. He may not hurt her, because that would ignite a bloody war between the two biker- crews but he might scare her a little to keep her away from his possessions: Key's body was born in and therefore belongs to his side of the city!
It took him an hour and twenty bucks, to get her real name and the location where she works and another thirty minutes to stand in front of her tattoo- shop. He had parked his bike in a side-alley, so it wouldn't be too noticeable that a "Shinee Wheel" had arrived in this neighborhood. With a grim face, he opened the door and entered.
~~~
Minho light up the cigarette with a match, which he stroke over the wooden floor. With eyes full of admiration, the bar man in his arms glanced at him, turning his head as much as possible in the other's embrace. "Was it good? You feel relieved now? Yes?", he asked, while nudging with every question in the "Motor-Master"s nipple.
"Stop this.", was the impassive answer. Jinki sighed, his secret lover was always so short-cut with his words, but damn, he could last long in other areas of life! Disappointed, he turned his face, settling into a more comfortable position, snuggling his outstretched feet closer to the other's legs.
"Why don't you like the cuddling after?" he tried to get into a conversation with the uncommunicative man.
Minho took a draft, exhaled the white smoke slowly and answered: "I don't like you poking me." Jinki sighed again - it was impossible, to get more than a sentence out of him. "But I would like it, if you would rub my belly..."
Jinki grinned at the sudden confession; his eyes squinted to half- moons: "Ahhh... You like this?", and he stroke over Minho’s stomach in circles, mixing their sweat on his skin.
"Mhmmm", was the deep sound coming out of the moustache man’s throat. He had closed his eyes in comfort, and who knows? Maybe, there would have been a second round, if not...
A loud banging on the door made the two men jump in the air. "Boss! I know, we’re not allowed to interrupt and all that, but one of our members saw a bike from the 'Shining Wheels' next to your sister’s shop...We thought you should know..."
Minho stared at the closed door for a second, then stood up and clothed himself in a hurry. "I need to leave", he murmured. Jinki sat on the floor, naked and, unable to move, he watched with an open mouth as his lover got dressed. The boss of "The Night Riders" let his glance wander over the room one last time, then he said: "You better clean that shit up..." and without another word, he left.
~~~
Twinkie sat on a chair next to the counter of her shop, one foot on the floor, the other leg rested on top of that counter, which was all in all a very provocative pose; she practically showed him, how flexible she was and where his dick needed to be pointed, if he would have the intention to do so.
"Well, hello there, sunshine!" she lilted and fished a big, red fruit out of a bag. With a smacking noise, she let the strawberry vanish between her full lips and Jonghyun knew, she wanted him to look at her as she licked them slowly, sucking in her lower lip and pouting, showing off the new, wet gloss. He hated that bitch.
"Okay, girl, look... I'm not here to play any mind games, all right!? I just came to inform you that I can't tolerate your relationship with the 'Almighty Rider'", he snarled. The girl looked kind of unimpressed. She stood up, putting the bag carelessly aside and walked closer until she stood directly in front of him. She used a purple hair band to tie up her red-ish hair and Jonghyun couldn't help himself - cursing his shortness - but to look at her perky cleavage.
Her raised arms virtually pushed her breasts into his face and even though they were covered by a latex- jumpsuit, her clothing was so tight that he could spot her aroused nipples without any problems.
"Let's talk about this in the other room", she offered, finally lowering her hands and she grabbed the collar of his leather vest and pulled him, hip- swinging and still facing him, to the back of the shop.
Jonghyun marveled at himself: how come, he hadn't considered, even for a second, that this could be a trap? All he knew was that her glance kept him captured, something in the way she moved made him will-less.
Twinkie had dragged him to the chair where she usually worked on her clients and she pushed him down to sit on it with a force that told him she wouldn't let him refuse. "If you don't want me to play with Key any more, than you should make me an equal counter offer", she grinned and whilst gently stroking over his thigh, she bend down to him, enclosing him with her cherry- fragrance and whispered in his ear: "because 'The Almighty Rider' is until now the only one who could fuck my brain out!"
He felt her breath at his earlope and her lips brushed slightly over his cheek as she straightened herself again. He didn't know where that impulse came from but his hand didn't obey his mind anymore, it reached out on its own and rested on her breast. For a second, both of them didn't move, Jonghyun stared dumb- founded on his suddenly heterosexual hand, Twinkie did the same. Then he groped a bit - It actually felt nice.
She seemed to have had enough of this particular gender’s inexperienced attempts of going straight for the booby-grab, because she pushed his hand away; not to end their little fun but rather so that she could take the lead. And hell, she was a good leader!
The girl kneeled down and Jonghyun had images of her lips surrounding his cock; however she ignored his lap and she used her teeth to remove his shirt, meanwhile tugging on his vest with her hands, her eyes always fixed on his. He felt jinxed and turned on by not having her fingers instantly crawl inside his pants.
Her hands wandered over his chest, his shoulders and he was surprised that he felt a softness, which, even though sometimes Key was very tender when they fucked , he had never felt before; it must be the general difference between a man's and a woman’s touch.
Before he could react, the cool metal snapped around his right hand, chaining him to the tattoo- chair. "What the...?" he gasped.
"I'll show you now, how a true biker- girl rides!" she cooed and brought another hand- cuff from behind her, treating his left hand the same way; the cuffs were in turn attached to a long chain that stretched down to the chair, pinning his hands down on it. Fuck the softness, that bitch was the devil in person!
Unable to protect himself now, Jonghyun watched her removing his pants with a demonic smile on her face. Somewhat, this meeting wasn't proceeding as he had it intended to but as she slipped out of that tight jumpsuit, uncovering her gorgeous small body bit by bit, peeling the layers off, he forgot to raise an objection yet again.
Like a cat, she crawled over him, sliding her tongue into his mouth and he could taste the scent of strawberries lingering in that kiss. His hands clenched into fists as she grabbed his cock, guiding it with determination towards her crotch and with no warning, Jonghyun felt something warm and wet engulf his length, the sudden tightness making him shiver and hiss, tilting his head back.
Shivers ran through his body making him twitch, that soggy feeling was new to him. The rest of the blood in his head rushed into his lap as she lowered herself to the hilt. Sweet mother of ... The way in which she was moving her hips, first calmly, sliding forward so that her tightness would push entirely over his rock hard length, but not slip out and then pushing it back again, squeezing it inside her. It felt like her body was sucking his dick in, eating it, inhaling it with the might of a hungry monster.
Then she rolled her hips and her stomach curved, moving in little waves and he felt like she was making him develop these crazy strong powers that almost allowed him to rip his arms free in greed, to destroy that metal but all he could do was flesh that cold, sharp metal deeper into his wrists and he grunted.
She leaned in, pressing a kiss on his lips and he could feel the grip loosening. He was able to move his hands a bit further, chain loosened enough so that he could grab her hard by the waist and pin her there; he watched with longing eyes, watched how her tummy extended and shrunk again, back and forth, faster and faster. Kneeling on top of him, she threw her head back and all he could see now from her face was her chin, her weight only supported by his hands, which had now moved to her ass, burying his fingers deep into the once relaxed, once tensed muscle.
He could feel the growing tension in his loins, he started to move with her, crashing his cock into her, wanting to fill her up with his cum, he was nearly there, just a little bit more, just a little bit, just one more move...
But before he could shoot inside her, the door opened and a tall man entered the room.
~~~
With his knees still on the floor, Jinki cleaned the remainings of his and Minhos daily playtime but his thoughts have followed the silent man onto the streets. He had never actually seen the boss of the "Night Riders"- gang driving the vehicle, nevertheless, in his fantasy, the 'Motor- Master' looked awesome, hair and moustache moving in the wind.
Jinki wished to sit one day behind him, arms around his manly waist; he wished they wouldn't have to care for the rest of the gang so much. Of course, Jinki would never admit that to Minho, mainly because of the others totally shitty attitude. Like seriously, everytime he brought up the subject, the other would brush him off rudely and just get up and leave as though Jinki had just said the most idiotic thing possible.
And what's up with that one time, when Jinki had almost said the 'three words' after making love but Minho fell asleep?! Seriously, what's up with that shit? I mean really, snoring even? Minho could be such a bitch.
However, Jinki couldn't help think about it every now and then 'cause they've been together for over three years and even though Minho subtly hid their relationship, let's be honest - everyone knew. The sad part was, Minho had no idea whatsoever.
But Jinki did and he wished so bad they would come clean, because he wanted nothing more but to hold Minho's hand in public or peck him on the cheek or... For fuck's sake, tell him how much he loves him.
Jinki blushed at the ridiculous idea of actually walking over to Minho and telling him he loves him. Somehow though, that idea was becoming more and more appealing to Jinki. Just the image of Minho, blushing as Jinki whispered 'I love you's in his ears... Well, what did he have to loose anyways?
So with this, he pushed himself up and made a bee-line for the door, taking one last look at the room, smiling as his eyes fell on their usual playground, where they had just made love.
Yeah... It was a great idea and it was only getting better and better as Jinki walked into the street, catching the taller boy just as he got on his bike.
However, as Jinki helped himself to a seat behind Minho, using his hands as a seatbelt around the other's - if he may say so - pretty neat abs, Jinki slowly started to feel, that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
It could have been the nasty look that Minho shot him or maybe the 'Get the fuck off my bike, Jinks, I don't have time to fool around,' but Jinks was keen on doing things his way for once.
So, to soften Minhos stubborn resistance and his attempt to squirm out of Jinkis clasps, Jinki pressed his lips against the taller boys neck, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.
"I love you."
And there it was, sounding so awkward and needy, that Jinki wished he could just crawl into a hole and die there.
Somehow though the silence that followed was building up his hopes and as he felt the bike starting to hum under him, his face split into such a huge grin that he feared his cheeks would burst open. Luckily, Minho couldn't see him.
Just like that, the bike rode off.
"Honey- pie..."
"Jinki, don't call me that!"
"But honeeeey- pie..."
Jinki hated it, that the only time he could call Minho byhis pet-name was when they were making love.
But since he could always go for another round, he might as well get Minho in the mood too, 'cause he was definately starting to feel it.
With his hands on the others delicious abs and the motor purring oh-so-sweetly under him, Jinki couldn't hide the fact that he was so turned on now. So he didn't bother hiding it; instead he pulled himself a little closer, pressing his nose against the other's neck. God, he smelled good.
Minho had the habit of always using cologne, but rubbing a little bit on his nape; that just drove Jinki insane, and Minho knew it. That bitch.
Jinki leaned in more, running his tongue along the others ear and licking a long trail on the lobe; the low grunt the other made just shot straight into his crotch.
Which was good. With the low vibrations from the motor, Jinki could feel himself getting more and more aroused and getting it alone was just plain selfish, which is why his hands made it into the other's pants so quickly that he swore he'd never need a map to navigate in them.
He let his fingers trace the other's dick, running the tips over the pulsing veins and he had to admit it, he loved Minho's dick.
He loved the feel of it fitting into his palm so perfectly, the musky smell, how his fingers wrapped around it so well and he fucking adored seeing Minho trashing under him like that, throwing his head back and panting like a dog in heat.
Jinki had to admit, he loved the surge he got from being in control, from knowing how a simple flick of the wrist could have Minho whimpering like that. It was the closest thing he could get, almost as good as having Minho on his knees, hands tied behind his back and mouth busying itself with Jinkis fat cock. But this wasn't really going to happen and we all know beggers can't be choosers.
Jinki wasn't really complaining. Not with Minho moaning like that and not with the way the bike jolted, making both their breaths hitch in their throat.
~~~
Jonghyun’s breath hitched in his throat and his eyes shrunk to slits and when he realized who the person standing there was, fear pooled into his eyes and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to squirm free from under the girl.
But she had him pinned down good as her palms came to push flush against his chest, sliding along his arms and before he knew it, the chain was pulled back and his arms were fixed down again. He grunted in frustration, eyes still focused on the figure that paused in the door-frame, eye-brows furrowed-up and mouth in a straight line as he made towards the chair in slow, calculated steps.
Jonghyun didn’t know exactly what he was expecting but when he saw a smirk creep onto Key’s features he realized: Of all the things, the boy was supposed to do, smirking was not one of them. As he got up close, Jonghyun could tell he was holding something in his hand, something, that looked metallic.
And when Key looked at the girl, Jonghyun could see the grin growing on his lips, turning the corners upwards and he swallowed hard, because something was hanging low in the air and he didn’t like it. The half- shaved man leaned in, grabbing the girl’s chin and pressed his lips against hers, making her moan as he rolled her hips swiftly, in turn making Jonghyun moan because he was still deep inside her and the movement was making him crazy.
He was still completely hard inside the girl, when she pulled away, leaving him whimpering there on the chair as he felt cold air flow onto his leaking length. Twinkie got off of him and he hissed at the sudden loss of contact because - ohh god, he needed to come so badly. He watched her crawl off the chair and move towards the other, and Key’s hands brushed hungrily against her thighs, pulling her in closer.
He watched with frenzied eyes as the girl got off of him and jumped into the other’s arms, wrapping her small, slender hands around Key’s middle and sliding them down his ass, making Key grin and turn to look at Jonghyun. He just let her kiss him, not doing anything about it and it seemed like Key actually enjoyed forcing Jonghyun to watch.
And then just like that, Twinkie sneaked away, Key’s fingers sliding along her waist and pushing something into her hand before she made for the back of the room, where Jonghyun’s eyes couldn’t trail her and he was left alone with his best friend.
Jonghyun couldn’t get his mouth to work enough to mutter anything because as soon as you could say snap, Key’s lips were on his. He fumbled a little, feeling visibly uncomfortable because, fuck…Key was messing around with that girl and he was still tied down and…just what did he think he was doing? However, being tied up didn't give Jonghyun much choice but to sit there and take it like a little whore and moan into Key’s mouth when the other’s fingers curled into his hair, pulling his head back and Jonghyun finally got his mouth to work again and he hissed, feeling his hair ripped off his scalp.
Nevertheless, Key’s hand kept webbing into his hair, pulling his head back and soon enough the other's lips were latched onto Jonghyun’s neck, lapping and nibbling at the skin, before the slid downwards and Jonghyun felt a sharp pain in his collarbone. Key kept at his abuse, enjoying Jonghyun’s stubbornness to say anything. How long could he keep quiet though?
Jonghyun caught glimpse of the girl coming out from behind a curtain into the room and he could tell she was holding something, he couldn’t tell exactly what though. The idea that he would find out soon was giving him goose bumps and he strained to focus on Key, who was slowly crawling on top of him and he could feel his fingers fumbling with his own belt, yanking it out roughly before he went for the waistband, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding them off too until he was wearing nothing but his briefs and now Jonghyun could feel just how hard the feline man was.
Key leaned in, brushing his groin against Jonghyun’s rock-hard dick, and Jonghyun’s eyes grew wide as he noticed the girl lean in over Key and slip something into his hand. He didn’t have time to wonder because Key quickly took it and got down, nimble fingers working on his fat dick and sliding something on his length.
“Fuck…” it kind of hurt, not the painful kind of hurt, more like the uncomfortable kind and Jonghyun hissed, cursing in his head, because he couldn’t see anything, that bitch pulling his head back like that. Key crawled back up, gluing their chests together, and the girl released her clasp in Jonghyun’s hair, leaning in too, so that now Jonghyun had a perfect view of Key tongue fucking the girl’s mouth and fuck if that wasn’t getting him hard.
How could he do this?
Key knew Jonghyun was enjoying the show though and he knew he was incredibly aroused and pissed off at the same time, not just because he couldn’t move but also 'cause Key was kissing the girl and not him. Key knew all this and enjoyed it to the max and when he broke the kiss he made sure to catch the look on Jonghyun’s face, a sort of mixture of hurt puppy and beastly rage that just sent tingles into his groin. He pulled back, winking at the girl and she moved away, starting to fumble with something behind the tied biker, out of his range of view. And that was bad, because Jonghyun could hear metallic clicking and he could do nothing about it; that was worse however, because Key leaned in again, licking a long trail along Jonghyun’s neck and making him shudder before he leaned down and licked another trail on the boy’s stomach.
“Right about here…”
“Yup, I think that’s right. But you hve to hold him down for me, it hurts like shit on the stomach!”
When the words finally clicked, Jonghyun threw his head back, catching the girl standing next to him, tattoo needle in her hand, big grin splashed over her face.
“Bad-ass, baby!” Jonghyun heard the girl purr again before she leaned in to kiss Key, but instead he paused, looking down at Jonghyun, whose face was a mixture of different emotions. Grinning, Key drew in, catching Jonghyun’s bottom lip and biting on it softly and before he knew it, the girl was leaned in too, licking the corner of his mouth and it was strange and sloppy, but they were mingled in this strange kiss, hurried and needy and he allowed it. When the girl pulled away, Key deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue inside Jonghyun’s mouth and battling for domination, a battle that he won, because Jonghyun gasped when he felt something sharp cut into his stomach; he moaned but Key pressed into the kiss, bringing his hand up to caress Jonghyun’s cheek and he pulled away a bit, long enough to whisper an “hang in there baby, it is totally worth it!” and he kissed him again, this time soft and long, making Jonghyun melt under the kiss.
The pain wasn’t necessarily excruciating, but more like sharp and annoying and Jonghyun wouldn’t bear it if Key wasn’t there, pressing his hand into his and brushing his lips against Jonghyun’s pouty ones; he wouldn’t bear it because he shouldn’t have to, but having Key leaned over him, whispering “c’mon baby” and “I love you, baby” was helping tremendously and Jonghyun grid his teeth and took it in and before he knew it the pain was gone, numbness replacing it. He was bathed in sweat and that’s when he realized he was breathing hard but once it was over, he felt relieved because Key was leaning in to unlock his hands.
And when that didn’t happen, the puzzled look on Jonghyun’s face couldn’t really express just how little he understood. What was going on? She was done, wasn’t she?
Yeah, she was, because Jonghyun saw her put away all her tattooing tools. Then why wasn’t Key releasing him? Jonghyun stared at the boy’s face and decided he absolutely loathed that expression; it seemed to be foreboding and it made his skin crawl-in the wrong way.
And then Key crawled into his lap again, holding a mirror up to his face, he could finally see what the girl had been doing all along. Right above his belly-button was a tattoo of a lock and a key, fitting together perfectly he thought, and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked up at Key to see him smile back and it clicked.
This was perfect.
~~~
With much care, Key was placing a big Hello Kitty- plaster over Jonghyun's new body decoration. Twinkie stood, leaning one shoulder against the door frame, smirking at the couple in the front room, maybe with a little bit of contempt in the eyes.
"Thanks for the show, boys. Now pack your shit together and get the hell outta here", the girl snarled. Jonghyun looked up in disbelief at the woman, who had been all over him just minutes ago, however Key grinned amused, walked over and pinched her in the cheek.
"Twinkie- sweety, don't be such a bitch, will ya?" and with one last wink and a peck on her forhead, the half- shaved man turned around, leaving the shop, but not without glancing at Jonghyun before opening the door.
Twinkie hadn't moved a bit but now she was starring at the remaining biker. "You know that you are one lucky bastard, don't you? I wish I could keep him for myself but all that hot piece of ass can talk about is his 'friend' Jjongie", she said in a low voice. He realized that she had been joking before but this, this was serious talk.
Jonghyun blushed but tried to hide that by pretending to wipe his nose. He wasn't able to react with more than a farewell-nod in her direction and he hurried to catch up to the "Almighty Rider".
~~~
Key was waiting for him, totally engrossed in reading a text message on his mobile. Jonghyun signalized his arrival to the absent-minded man by mumbling a "Let's leave quickly and return to the 'SHINee Wheels'- area before we get busted" before nudging him to start moving.
"I parked my bike next to yours...", was Keys unfocused response.
As he put one of his leathern shoes onto the concrete of the street, his gaze still on his phone, a loudly howling machine came around the corner, seemingly uncontrolled and heading straight towards the distracted Key.
In the blink of an eye, Jonghyun recognized the danger coming from the "Motor-Master" and his busy pants, he gasped at the sight of their rival getting a hand-job on a running machine and thanks to his quick reflexes, he was able to pull his friend and lover - and after this day maybe more, who knows - back on the side walk.
Because of the rough movement, both men landed on their asses and the vehicle barely brushed past them, a closed-eyed and enjoying Minho in the front, a mischievious grinning bar keeper in the back.
"Fuck, they nearly killed us! Let's get the fuck out of here!", one of the crash-landed boys shrieked and Key helped the saucer-eyed Jonghyun up, both of them running off into the side street, where their bikes were parked.
They should have known, that there was no more to fear from the "Motor-Master", because right now, the only important thing in his mind was for Jinki to get him to that freakin' orgasm.
With the sound of a screaming-in-pleasure-under-Jinki's-skilled-hands Minho, Key and Jonghyun both got on their bikes, thankful for the pure stroke of luck.
Riding off really quickly, they both knew, they would never have to return to that place again. That is, Jonghyun thought so himself, unless Key was planning on 'getting another tattoo'.
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~ Oh my, I do not have a lot of words for this... I simply hope you enjoyed, kekeke. It was fun writing it together, because the last polish, we did, whilst ellie_eunnie was still staying at my place. Love u girl, hope u loved ur stay in Berlin as much as I enjoyed ur visit! (^3^)
Anyways, love to y'all, any bikerish or smutty comment? ~ ♥
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