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No Homo
Author: jongmalai
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: PG-16? Vague sexual activity.
Warnings: Sort of crackish and smuttish. Just some JongKey at 1 AM because I'm ridiculous.
Key giggled, which was not right because - Key. Key didn’t giggle. He smirked, he snorted in derision, he rolled his eyes and communicated your level of sheer stupidity through less than three words, but on principle Key didn’t giggle.
Jonghyun resisted the urge to burst out in laughter himself, Key’s fingers scrambling lightly over his lips in an effort to shut him up. “Shhh, shh,” He slurred, more giggles slipping from his mouth.
“Key, Key, Keykey,” And it was starting to lose its meaning, more of a syllable than anything as it rolled off his tongue.
“What, oh my god, what, Jjong, do you see that rabbit over there I swear to fucking god it smiled at me,”
Jonghyun snorted, laughter slipping from his tight lips. “No, Key, no, there’s no rabbit, we’re inside, what rabbit-“
“I swear to god Jonghyun, I swear to god, or maybe it was Onew oh shit what if Onew’s here,”
“Calm down-“
“We’re not supposed to have alcohol, Jjong, we’re gonna get bitched out and I’m going to have to sleep in Minho’s room again and do you know what he looks like in the morning, do you know what he smells like after Dream Team I don’t think I can take that-“
Jonghyun can’t help it, he’s laughing too hard and it isn’t his fault if his abs aren’t necessarily on par with Joon’s yet, can’t stand up to a night of drinking and laughing and barhopping. They’re not drinking or barhopping anymore, though, so he doesn’t know why his stomach hurts so much when they’re sprawled on the living room floor in fits of giggles, rolling over each other, skinny jeans a little too tight around the waist.
“Onew’s not coming, he has shooting tonight, remember?” And Key sighs in relief, thunking his head back, relaxing as Jonghyun crawls on top of him and plays with the lapels of his jacket. There’s flakes of ice embedded in the cloth, like little shocks of cold as he plants his face into the fabric.
Key’s head jerks up again, eyes wide, “But Minho, that fucker, he’ll barge right in here with his no-knocking ways, and his tallness, and his weird eyes,”
Jonghyun shoves Key’s face down with his palm, “God, Key, one more word out of you and I’m gonna throw up on your shoes tomorrow,”
Key erupts into another fit of giggles, “Or- or, what if Taemin comes in, we could confuse him,”
Jonghyun tilts his head up at this, huffing, body lolling to the side until he’s on his back next to Key. “Like how is he not confused already, he wears leopard print skinny jeans.”
Key frowns at him, holds up a finger in his face, “Jjong-“ And he’s about to say something about style, fashion, shock value.
Jonghyun leans in close, until he can smell the alcohol on Key’s lips, until he feels that he seems sufficiently threatening and looms at least half as well as Minho does. “Leopard. Print.” He wants to bite out, but he only gets halfway through print before he’s howling in laughter again and his head is resting on Key’s chest, bouncing up and down with the gales of laughter that blow through the other man. “We wear that too, you know,” Key says, and Jonghyun hums in agreement.
“But Taeminnie’s a good kid, you know,” Key continues, “We need to make sure not to mess him up,”
Jonghyun eyes him warily, still playing with his coat, “Mess him up how?”
Key shrugs, gestures between the two of them. “Like this, you know,”
Jonghyun lifts an eyebrow, snuggling deeper into the coat and undoing the belt slowly. Key was warm, like a little heater underneath the jacket still giving off cold air from their short excursion into the unknown.
“Like what,” He deadpans, and he’s half-joking but there’s the edge of danger in his voice that makes Key pull at his hands warily, dragging them away from his belt.
“Like, us, like, we act so gay together.” Jonghyun’s hands freeze on his belt, and Key’s done it, finally, brought it out into the open and he feels like it’s liberating and suicidal all at once.
Jonghyun stares at Key.
Key stares at Jonghyun.
Jonghyun stares more, and bursts into peals of laughter. “Oh god, Key, Key,” and Key is once more syllables rolling off his tongue, easy and sharp and fun.
Key breathes a sigh of relief, eyebrows furrowed, smile quirking his lips as Jonghyun slides fingers into his jacket. “No, Key, no, I’m straight.”
Key raises his eyebrow, ceiling swimming a little in front of his eyes as he swivels his gaze down to the man snuggling into his chest.
“Really.”
“Really really,” Jonghyun nods, tickling Key with his cold nose, freezing fingers seeping awareness through Key’s thin shirt.
“And how do you figure that. You’re undressing me.” Key’s point-blank as always, fingers finding their way to tangle with Jonghyun’s, body jerking and folding in on itself as Jonghyun mouths his stomach teasingly.
“If I was gay,” Jonghyun murmurs into Key’s stomach, eyes catching Key’s from beneath his hair, brown tips dusting the vision of Key’s eyes staring into his own. He’s a little glazed from the alcohol, but a lot clearer in the head than when he stumbled through the door draped over Jonghyun’s smaller frame.
“I would touch you,” He crawls up and drapes himself over Key, chin resting on his shoulder, arms worming underneath his back.
He huffs in frustration, sitting up to take his own coat off and weighing Key down again before he can get up.
“But you already do,”
“I mean different places, you know,”
“What are you, twelve?”
Key sighs dramatically, patting Jonghyun on the back as he stumbles over his words,
“I mean, you know these places,” and he’s shoving his hips forward without finesse, without the prowess a dancer would have, without the coordination that Key has when he pushes back the slightest bit. He bites his bottom lip, holding his hips down with his own sheer willpower, feeling Jonghyun slide cold fingers up his shirt.
“L-like that?”
“Yeah,” He breathes, breath warm and puffy against Key’s collarbones, “Like that, only I’d probably do it a little more, just to get you into it,” He punctuates his words with movements of his hips, and his fingers now feel like they’re trailing liquid heat rather than ice over Key’s abdomen.
“J-Jonghyun,” Key stutters out, applying pressure on Jonghyun’s shoulders, wincing when he remains steadfast, breath catching when he turns his face to meet Key’s. He was right; Key really is getting more into it.
“I might, you know,” He’s close enough to touch, close enough to breathe the same air and taste the same tension in the atmosphere. “Do something stupid, like undress you,”
Key stares at him, blinking blankly. “But you’re not gay.”
Jonghyun nods, fingers catching on the neckline of Key’s shirt as he pulls back, “Yeah,” and Key doesn’t want him to pull away, finds that it’s much too cold without his own little furnace huddled next to him.
“But you are stupid.” He finds himself saying, tentatively reaching for Jonghyun’s hair, running his fingers through it lightly, mouth quirking between a smirk and a smile when Jonghyun stares back at him half-annoyed. “But you’re stupid, so what other things,” He licks his dry lips. “What other stupid things would you do?” he reaches for Jonghyun’s wrist, hesitates when Jonghyun starts moving again.
His hips rock back and forth slowly, a little painful but a lot perfect, hands splayed on Key’s chest. The coat is blown open, Key’s shirt hiked up over his belly button, cheeks holding the slightest rosy tinge like the aftermath of a hot cup of chocolate. He’s kind of beautiful, Jonghyun notes with wonder. It dawns on him with the slightest bit of awe that yeah, Key’s chocolatey hair splayed every which way, his sharp eyes, they’re beautiful in the way that kind of creeps up on you and hits you in the head with a mallet. No homo, He reminds himself in the back of his mind, apparently mutters it aloud as he circles his hips in lazier motions, no problem that Key was getting more and more attractive by the second, more and more irresistible with every breath that warms the air.
Key chuckles underneath him, hands rising to hang on his hips, pushing and pulling and molding Jonghyun’s body to his own like he’s teaching him to dance for the first time. “No homo, right,” He echoes haltingly, speech broken as Jonghyun’s hands map out his body.
“Not unless balls are touching,” Jonghyun chokes out, heavy pants devolving into broken laughter, Key giving a little yelp as Jonghyun leans down and buries his nose deep into Key’s collarbone and inhales.
Key rolls them over, little aftershocks of chuckles rippling through his frame, fingers playing at Jonghyun’s zipper. “But if we were, you know, gay,”
He pulls down the zipper slowly, agonizing, tooth by tooth, giggling as Jonghyun groans and arches against him. “If we were, then I think it’d be about time for me to do some gay things,”
Jonghyun laughs lightly, breathy, pushing his hands through Key’s hair and lightly circling his hips upward into the heat just out of reach. “Like what gay things,”
“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re one that brought it up.”
“But I wouldn’t know seeing as I’m not -mmph,” Jonghyun bites down on the inside of his thumb and forefinger, face falling slack in sheer pleasure as Key engulfs him in tight, wet, slick heavenly heat.
It’s new to him, it really is, he’s not gay he swears on the life of his - still alive - mother, it’s just that Key really is beautiful. His lips are a flushed red, his breath coming short and fast, hands working at whatever skin his mouth can’t reach. It’s messy; there’s saliva everywhere, on his skin and clothes and even a touch on the floor where Key’s fingers drag it down to the cold surface. Jonghyun’s mind really isn’t in the right place, not with this kind of beauty sitting in front of him and licking up and down his skin gladly, and he can’t really hold on for longer than what seems like a minute of sheer bliss.
The alcohol loosens him like a wrench to a bolt, Key’s mouth jerking him open and a torrent of heat washing through his veins. It sloshes in his bones, curls his toes, hand sliding from Key’s hair to cover his eyes and rub at them languidly, jerking upward as Key bites down on the inside of his thigh to stifle his own orgasm.
Key looks at him in mild distaste, wiping his tongue with his coat furiously. “You are really fucking hairy you know, it’s gross.” Sounds a lot less threatening through a mouthful of wool.
Jonghyun nods, yawning into his palm. “If we were gay, we’d be used to it,”
Key pauses in his tongue-wiping, contemplation flitting across his features. “Yeah, let’s not.”
uh. sorry it's weird lmfao oh god i couldn't find a good place to end it /hides self.
Author: jongmalai
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: PG-16? Vague sexual activity.
Warnings: Sort of crackish and smuttish. Just some JongKey at 1 AM because I'm ridiculous.
Key giggled, which was not right because - Key. Key didn’t giggle. He smirked, he snorted in derision, he rolled his eyes and communicated your level of sheer stupidity through less than three words, but on principle Key didn’t giggle.
Jonghyun resisted the urge to burst out in laughter himself, Key’s fingers scrambling lightly over his lips in an effort to shut him up. “Shhh, shh,” He slurred, more giggles slipping from his mouth.
“Key, Key, Keykey,” And it was starting to lose its meaning, more of a syllable than anything as it rolled off his tongue.
“What, oh my god, what, Jjong, do you see that rabbit over there I swear to fucking god it smiled at me,”
Jonghyun snorted, laughter slipping from his tight lips. “No, Key, no, there’s no rabbit, we’re inside, what rabbit-“
“I swear to god Jonghyun, I swear to god, or maybe it was Onew oh shit what if Onew’s here,”
“Calm down-“
“We’re not supposed to have alcohol, Jjong, we’re gonna get bitched out and I’m going to have to sleep in Minho’s room again and do you know what he looks like in the morning, do you know what he smells like after Dream Team I don’t think I can take that-“
Jonghyun can’t help it, he’s laughing too hard and it isn’t his fault if his abs aren’t necessarily on par with Joon’s yet, can’t stand up to a night of drinking and laughing and barhopping. They’re not drinking or barhopping anymore, though, so he doesn’t know why his stomach hurts so much when they’re sprawled on the living room floor in fits of giggles, rolling over each other, skinny jeans a little too tight around the waist.
“Onew’s not coming, he has shooting tonight, remember?” And Key sighs in relief, thunking his head back, relaxing as Jonghyun crawls on top of him and plays with the lapels of his jacket. There’s flakes of ice embedded in the cloth, like little shocks of cold as he plants his face into the fabric.
Key’s head jerks up again, eyes wide, “But Minho, that fucker, he’ll barge right in here with his no-knocking ways, and his tallness, and his weird eyes,”
Jonghyun shoves Key’s face down with his palm, “God, Key, one more word out of you and I’m gonna throw up on your shoes tomorrow,”
Key erupts into another fit of giggles, “Or- or, what if Taemin comes in, we could confuse him,”
Jonghyun tilts his head up at this, huffing, body lolling to the side until he’s on his back next to Key. “Like how is he not confused already, he wears leopard print skinny jeans.”
Key frowns at him, holds up a finger in his face, “Jjong-“ And he’s about to say something about style, fashion, shock value.
Jonghyun leans in close, until he can smell the alcohol on Key’s lips, until he feels that he seems sufficiently threatening and looms at least half as well as Minho does. “Leopard. Print.” He wants to bite out, but he only gets halfway through print before he’s howling in laughter again and his head is resting on Key’s chest, bouncing up and down with the gales of laughter that blow through the other man. “We wear that too, you know,” Key says, and Jonghyun hums in agreement.
“But Taeminnie’s a good kid, you know,” Key continues, “We need to make sure not to mess him up,”
Jonghyun eyes him warily, still playing with his coat, “Mess him up how?”
Key shrugs, gestures between the two of them. “Like this, you know,”
Jonghyun lifts an eyebrow, snuggling deeper into the coat and undoing the belt slowly. Key was warm, like a little heater underneath the jacket still giving off cold air from their short excursion into the unknown.
“Like what,” He deadpans, and he’s half-joking but there’s the edge of danger in his voice that makes Key pull at his hands warily, dragging them away from his belt.
“Like, us, like, we act so gay together.” Jonghyun’s hands freeze on his belt, and Key’s done it, finally, brought it out into the open and he feels like it’s liberating and suicidal all at once.
Jonghyun stares at Key.
Key stares at Jonghyun.
Jonghyun stares more, and bursts into peals of laughter. “Oh god, Key, Key,” and Key is once more syllables rolling off his tongue, easy and sharp and fun.
Key breathes a sigh of relief, eyebrows furrowed, smile quirking his lips as Jonghyun slides fingers into his jacket. “No, Key, no, I’m straight.”
Key raises his eyebrow, ceiling swimming a little in front of his eyes as he swivels his gaze down to the man snuggling into his chest.
“Really.”
“Really really,” Jonghyun nods, tickling Key with his cold nose, freezing fingers seeping awareness through Key’s thin shirt.
“And how do you figure that. You’re undressing me.” Key’s point-blank as always, fingers finding their way to tangle with Jonghyun’s, body jerking and folding in on itself as Jonghyun mouths his stomach teasingly.
“If I was gay,” Jonghyun murmurs into Key’s stomach, eyes catching Key’s from beneath his hair, brown tips dusting the vision of Key’s eyes staring into his own. He’s a little glazed from the alcohol, but a lot clearer in the head than when he stumbled through the door draped over Jonghyun’s smaller frame.
“I would touch you,” He crawls up and drapes himself over Key, chin resting on his shoulder, arms worming underneath his back.
He huffs in frustration, sitting up to take his own coat off and weighing Key down again before he can get up.
“But you already do,”
“I mean different places, you know,”
“What are you, twelve?”
Key sighs dramatically, patting Jonghyun on the back as he stumbles over his words,
“I mean, you know these places,” and he’s shoving his hips forward without finesse, without the prowess a dancer would have, without the coordination that Key has when he pushes back the slightest bit. He bites his bottom lip, holding his hips down with his own sheer willpower, feeling Jonghyun slide cold fingers up his shirt.
“L-like that?”
“Yeah,” He breathes, breath warm and puffy against Key’s collarbones, “Like that, only I’d probably do it a little more, just to get you into it,” He punctuates his words with movements of his hips, and his fingers now feel like they’re trailing liquid heat rather than ice over Key’s abdomen.
“J-Jonghyun,” Key stutters out, applying pressure on Jonghyun’s shoulders, wincing when he remains steadfast, breath catching when he turns his face to meet Key’s. He was right; Key really is getting more into it.
“I might, you know,” He’s close enough to touch, close enough to breathe the same air and taste the same tension in the atmosphere. “Do something stupid, like undress you,”
Key stares at him, blinking blankly. “But you’re not gay.”
Jonghyun nods, fingers catching on the neckline of Key’s shirt as he pulls back, “Yeah,” and Key doesn’t want him to pull away, finds that it’s much too cold without his own little furnace huddled next to him.
“But you are stupid.” He finds himself saying, tentatively reaching for Jonghyun’s hair, running his fingers through it lightly, mouth quirking between a smirk and a smile when Jonghyun stares back at him half-annoyed. “But you’re stupid, so what other things,” He licks his dry lips. “What other stupid things would you do?” he reaches for Jonghyun’s wrist, hesitates when Jonghyun starts moving again.
His hips rock back and forth slowly, a little painful but a lot perfect, hands splayed on Key’s chest. The coat is blown open, Key’s shirt hiked up over his belly button, cheeks holding the slightest rosy tinge like the aftermath of a hot cup of chocolate. He’s kind of beautiful, Jonghyun notes with wonder. It dawns on him with the slightest bit of awe that yeah, Key’s chocolatey hair splayed every which way, his sharp eyes, they’re beautiful in the way that kind of creeps up on you and hits you in the head with a mallet. No homo, He reminds himself in the back of his mind, apparently mutters it aloud as he circles his hips in lazier motions, no problem that Key was getting more and more attractive by the second, more and more irresistible with every breath that warms the air.
Key chuckles underneath him, hands rising to hang on his hips, pushing and pulling and molding Jonghyun’s body to his own like he’s teaching him to dance for the first time. “No homo, right,” He echoes haltingly, speech broken as Jonghyun’s hands map out his body.
“Not unless balls are touching,” Jonghyun chokes out, heavy pants devolving into broken laughter, Key giving a little yelp as Jonghyun leans down and buries his nose deep into Key’s collarbone and inhales.
Key rolls them over, little aftershocks of chuckles rippling through his frame, fingers playing at Jonghyun’s zipper. “But if we were, you know, gay,”
He pulls down the zipper slowly, agonizing, tooth by tooth, giggling as Jonghyun groans and arches against him. “If we were, then I think it’d be about time for me to do some gay things,”
Jonghyun laughs lightly, breathy, pushing his hands through Key’s hair and lightly circling his hips upward into the heat just out of reach. “Like what gay things,”
“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re one that brought it up.”
“But I wouldn’t know seeing as I’m not -mmph,” Jonghyun bites down on the inside of his thumb and forefinger, face falling slack in sheer pleasure as Key engulfs him in tight, wet, slick heavenly heat.
It’s new to him, it really is, he’s not gay he swears on the life of his - still alive - mother, it’s just that Key really is beautiful. His lips are a flushed red, his breath coming short and fast, hands working at whatever skin his mouth can’t reach. It’s messy; there’s saliva everywhere, on his skin and clothes and even a touch on the floor where Key’s fingers drag it down to the cold surface. Jonghyun’s mind really isn’t in the right place, not with this kind of beauty sitting in front of him and licking up and down his skin gladly, and he can’t really hold on for longer than what seems like a minute of sheer bliss.
The alcohol loosens him like a wrench to a bolt, Key’s mouth jerking him open and a torrent of heat washing through his veins. It sloshes in his bones, curls his toes, hand sliding from Key’s hair to cover his eyes and rub at them languidly, jerking upward as Key bites down on the inside of his thigh to stifle his own orgasm.
Key looks at him in mild distaste, wiping his tongue with his coat furiously. “You are really fucking hairy you know, it’s gross.” Sounds a lot less threatening through a mouthful of wool.
Jonghyun nods, yawning into his palm. “If we were gay, we’d be used to it,”
Key pauses in his tongue-wiping, contemplation flitting across his features. “Yeah, let’s not.”
uh. sorry it's weird lmfao oh god i couldn't find a good place to end it /hides self.