Insomnia (TaeKey, 2Min, JongTae; NC-17)
Title: Insomnia
Authors: ippeun_nuna & a_life_defiant
Pairing: Taemin/Key; Minho/Taemin; Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8051
Summary: Taemin can't sleep, and the fix isn't fast or easy. His hyungs will do anything to help him out....only they hadn't anticipated he would need this kind of help...
A/N: Written for the challenge at collabficfest . Also, neither of us claim to be medical professionals. I don't even know if such things are possible, but we had fun with the idea of it. After all, it is fiction - anything is possible ^^
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Key opened his eyes to the sound of a glass clinking against something; the sound coming from kitchen. He turned in his bed and looked at the clock on his nightstand.
“5AM? What the....” He sat up and, out of habit, fixed the hair on his forehead.
Then he spotted the bed near his, still neatly made up. He sighed. It was 5th night their magnae never made it to the bed. He stood up and looked at the third bed in their dorm. Minho was sprawled flat on his belly all across his bed; legs sticking out the sides. He shrugged. Was he the only one who was worried here? He quietly moved to the kitchen and found Taemin leaning against the kitchen counter, slouching his head. Key knew he shouldn't freak him out.
“Minnie?” He said softly, as he leaned against the door frame.
Taemin´s shoulders jerked a little, but he wasn´t startled too much. His eyes were small and bloodshot, though he forced out a smile for his worried hyung.
“Hyung.” He let out in broken voice.
“This is not normal. I think we really should tell to manager...” Taemin sighed but nodded.
Yesterday was the first time Key realized Taemin never went to sleep at night. He looked exhausted, so he asked him why he keeps staying up if he’s tired. Taemin admitted that he was tired - so much so that he could die on spot, but that it was the third night and he just can’t fall asleep. That made it 72 hours without sleep. Key didn't return to bed, and when other members woke up for the schedule they all agreed that Taemin should go see a doctor. Manager agreed too, after he met the young boy in such a condition. They all decided to go together. The plan being after they finished the hospital, they would move to shoot the last Hello performance. They all sat nervously in the waiting room for the blood test results. Taemin was curled in a ball, hiding under the strong arm of Minho who was holding him close to his side. Key was walking around, tapping his lips with the tip of his fingers. Jonghyun was texting, but he looked troubled too. Onew had his head leaned on Jonghyun´s shoulder, trying to catch some sleep. Their manager had the doctor signing up reticence. Then finally they called for Taemin to go in, Key hurried calling that he went inside too. In the end, Manager decided that everyone gets in. After all, they live together 24/7 and having to explain everything afterward would just be a waste of time.
Minho pushed dead-on-legs Taemin in front of him, holding his shoulders and gave him to Key who was waiting ,with hands opened on the sofa inside of the consulting room. The doctor started his explanation after asking if they are sure that it´s ok if all of them were present. This finished off the last of Key’s remaining patience and he went off on the doctor, telling him to hurry up. Their manager put his hand on Key´s shoulder to calm him down and quietly apologized for his behavior.
“Yeah sir, it´s really ok. This boys are like family. Right Taemin?” He called for a word of approval from the concerned boy. Taemin´s eyes were watery; hardly showing any connection to the surroundings.
“Oh yeah. I want them here.” He said and felt Minho´s hand on his shoulder as Key´s fingers twined with his to tighten for support.
The doctor chuckled a little but started.
“First I would like to assure you that it´s nothing serious. Taemin-gun is teenager, and I’ve had a lot of teenagers with the same problem as his lately many. Mmmm... it´s all a hormonal thing. Because you are singers, idols, I guess there are times when you push your bodies beyond it´s limits.” He looked at Taemin searching for approval.
“Oh?” Taemin blinked few times, not really catching what he was being asked for. Manager just took after.
“Yeah, that´s right. There are times when boys get only few hours of sleep, sometimes even just in a van. Especially lately with all the promotions and such.”
The doctor nodded and continued.
“Than there is no doubt. When the young body if it is pushed over it´s limit too far, it stops producing some hormones. We can fix it within a week. Taemin-gun, we´ll inject you today with one hormone - it will re-boot your system. Your insomnia might last three or five nights more and then other...side effects can come. I...” The doctor looked around at how all the 6 people hung on everything he said.
He sighed, not wanting to ask if the young boy really didn’t want some privacy.
“It will slightly heighten the levels of those hormones that are still present in your blood. Because you are very young and such, one of the strongest hormones in your body is.... well, It will increase your libido.” He finally let it out with a small chuckle.
Jonghyun´s eyebrows shot up and his chin dropped for a second. Onew looked like he was still processing what the doctor said, and Minho with Key looked like it was a totally normal thing to expect. Everything is ok if their baby gets better soon.
“Yah! Kim Jonghyun.” Key chewed out. Jonghyun closed his mouth and cleared his throat, ashamed once again of his reaction.
Taemin’s face turned crimson and he shut his eyes tight. Granted, everyone in the room was essentially family, even if not by blood; but he still wished they hadn’t just heard all that the doctor said. Jonghyun’s face alone made him want to crawl into a hole and die. When he thought that things couldn’t get any worse, suddenly a nurse walked in with a metal tray. A large, ominous-looking syringe lay on top of the sterile paper that was covering it. Taemin’s eyes grew as wide as saucers and he set his panicked gaze upon Key. The older boy moved closer to him and draped an arm around his waist.
“It’ll be ok Taeminnie, Umma’s here.” He ran a comforting hand up and down the dancer’s side.
“Holy shit.” Jonghyun interjected tactlessly. “Where are you going to stick that?”
The singer leaned closer to the syringe in morbid fascination; taking in the large-bore needle and the vast amount of liquid inside the syringe’s cylinder. Taemin let out a small whimper and buried his face in Key’s shoulder. He thrust an arm outward for the doctor to inject.
“Taemin…” the doctor hedged, “we won’t be injecting this into your arm.”
The dancer’s head shot up; eyes wide and even more panicked than before. Minho gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“W-w-where are you g-going to put it?” He inquired fearfully as he clawed at Key’s hand while also clutching at Minho’s shirt.
The diva winced at the sheer force of Taemin’s death-grip but made no move to extricate his hand. The doctor looked apprehensive and surveyed the room’s occupants before continuing.
“You’ll have to pull down your pants, Taemin, the shot has to go in your buttocks.”
Jonghyun giggled at the use of he word ‘buttocks’ and the everyone else’s faces just went pale. Taemin, however, looked like he was about to vomit.
“Do you want some privacy while we do this? Maybe just one or two people in here with you when we do it?” The doctor offered.
The magnae’s eyes darted around the room as he weighed the options in his head. Two sets of hands were patting his back gently and he already knew that his decision was made for him.
“I want Key-umma, and Minho.” Taemin’s voice was small, but his choices were clear.
Key and Minho both gave him reassuring side-hugs.
“HEY! I want to see it happen!” Jonghyun argued.
“Hwaiting, Taeminnie.” Onew called from across the room.
The older boy was already at the door waiting to be let out. He would respect his dongsaeng’s wishes. Well that, and he felt like he might actually faint if he had to see the needle puncturing the younger boy’s perfect skin. Their Manager looked like he was about to protest as well but a glare from Key silenced him. He gripped Jonghyun’s arm and pulled him out of the room with a nod.
The doctor turned back to Taemin after the door closed, waiting for the younger boy to move. Several stiff moments later he figured the boy needed some prodding.
“Taemin, your pants. Could you please lower them?” His tone was gentle, knowing that the boy was frightened.
Key and Minho moved to Taemin’s front as he undid his jeans with shaky hands. The doctor moved around to his rear, pulling on his gloves with a small snapping noise that made Taemin jump slightly.
“Why do you have to do it there?” Minho finally spoke.
The doctor looked over Taemin’s shoulder as he explained. “IM, or intra-muscle injections, give a better dispersal. They go into the blood stream slowly, helping the body adjust easier.”
The rapper bit at his lip and nodded.
“While we are trying to give his system a shock to reset it, we don’t want to overload him all at once. That could make things even worse.”
Taemin swallowed hard as he pulled his pants and boxers to just below the swell of his butt. The doctor ran an alcohol swab over the area to sterilize it. The liquid on the pad was cold and it made Taemin shiver slightly. He looked up at his hyungs with glassy eyes. Key and Minho immediately took one of Taemin’s hands in their own and started speaking soothing words to him.
“Just think, after this is all over you’ll be able to sleep again.” Key offered.
“Ne. I bet you’ll be even harder to wake up than I am.” Minho teased, attempting to lighten the oppressive mood in the room.
Taemin just nodded numbly. It wasn’t really the pain he feared, though he wished he didn’t have to get a shot at all, he was more afraid of the side effects. He was afraid of what was going to happen before it was all over; afraid of what he might do. Especially if the side effects were what the doctor said they’d be.
He felt a stinging pinch in his left butt cheek coupled with intense pressure. He shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth. Minho was rubbing soft circles over Taemin’s palm while Key stroked the boy’s arm with his free hand. After what felt like forever, but was really only twenty seconds, the dancer felt cotton being placed over the spot that the needle was in, followed by a bandage. His butt was throbbing and he felt slightly nauseous, but other than that he still felt the same. He took it as a sign of hope that maybe the effects wouldn’t be that bad after all.
“You can take the bandage off in about fifteen minutes, and don’t scrub that spot too hard when you shower. Other than that, you’re good to go.” The doctor explained as he patted Taemin on the shoulder.
Taemin pulled his pants up, wincing slightly at the tenderness in his rear. Key pulled him into a hug immediately after he’d buttoned his fly.
“My baby! You did so well. Want do you want for dinner tonight? Umma will make anything you want. Oh I’ll need to send someone shopping since we have a schedule…” Key babbled on as bowed quickly to the staff and made for the door.
Minho turned toward the doctor and bowed low. “Thank you Doctor.”
Taemin bowed as well and let out a small thank you as well. Minho put an arm over Taemin’s shoulders and led him out of the room to join the rest of the group.
“Are you feeling ok?”
“Ne. My stomach feels a little funny, but I’m ok.” Taemin assured.
Minho nodded in approval. A small pause lapsed before Taemin spoke again.
“Thank you…for staying with me.”
“It was nothing. You know I’d do anything for you. Don’t’ you remember? We’re all each other has.” Minho ruffled his the younger boy’s hair while echoing a statement he’d made in a radio interview a while back.
“Ne.” Taemin smiled brightly and hugged Minho closer.
They met the rest of the group in the waiting room where their Manger quickly ushered them to the exit, but only after checking to make sure Taemin was in one piece.
Taemin´s stomach felt weird. Yeah, weird tension filled his guts on their way to the TV station. During the performance, Hello having been much easier to master than Lucifer, he didn´t have to think about his movements that much. Thus he was highly aware of the sweat coming down his temples. The weird stiffness in his shoulder area, like when you are scared of being caught out doing something forbidden.
When the performance ended he dropped down on his butt right behind the stage area.
“Taemin-ah!” Key rushed to squat next to him, his hand on the younger boy´s shoulder.
Taemin felt dizzy. He was sweating as if they’d just finished hours of rehearsing, not as if he just danced a routine for only four fucking minutes.
“I want to go home. I want to sleep.” He was catching his breath and fighting the frustration and tears. He was so tired.... Key took him around his shoulders and he saw the other members had finally rushed down the stage too. They all gathered around their magnae. Only Minho went to search for their manager. They needed to get Taemin him home now.
In the van, Taemin sat squished between Onew and Minho. Key and Jonghyun sat in the seats in front of them. Key was constantly turning around to check on him though. It was making him uncomfortable. You could cut the atmosphere with the knife, and the hand of the tall rapper affectionately thrown around his shoulders felt suffocating. The tension he felt in his stomach just twenty minutes ago on the stage had dropped down to his lower abdomen. It wasn´t making him sick anymore, but not exactly comfortable either.
“Remember what the doctor said. Just few days and everything will get back to normal.” Minho encouraged him.
His large palm rested on Taemin´s thigh, making him twitch. This simple touch sent lightning straight down to his underbelly. Taemin just nodded and turned his body more against Onew´s side, trying to hide his reaction. Please, please, manager hyung, get me to my room NOW!
The ride seemed never ending. To the magnae´s horror, he realized he was getting a hard-on. Oh, how grateful he was for the blanket that was over their laps. The real problem would come on the way up to the dorm.
He managed well. Everyone knew he was deadly tired and the weird walk and shape could easily be counted as a result of it.
“I´ll be in my room.” He cheeped right after they went through the main door. He lied on his belly, trying to relax, even though it was uncomfortable. Soon, Onew and Key came for their clothes before taking turns in shower. He pretended to read a magazine, lying on his back, his knee bent up from the bed. Was he hiding it well? Damn....if only the mag didn´t seem so heavy to his exhausted limbs.
Suddenly he heard the lock on the door click. They NEVER lock the door. It was something like rule, since they shared their clothes, books, magazines, games...almost everything. He turned his head and saw Key coming his way.
The older boy sat on the edge of Taemin´s bed, looking at him with comforting eyes.
“Uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
Taemin tried to play dumb.
“What?”
Key clicked his tongue. He thought the magnae would be more cooperative. He thought they were close enough.
“Tae. I lived for a whole year with granny who never gave a damn to knock before entering my room. I know everything about hiding a hard-on.”
Taemin blushed furiously and brought his knees even higher. As if it mattered now...
“I pity your future sons,” Taemin grumbled.
“There is no privacy around you.” Key sighed.
“My son will know there is nothing wrong about it. I´ll especially make sure he knows there is nothing wrong on DEALING with it on his own.” Key said and put his hand on Taemin´s knee.
Taemin peeped at Key´s hand and then avoided his look again for a few seconds; a dull sigh of frustration.
“I know there is nothing bad in jerking off, I just...I tried, but I have no energy.” He groaned and collapsed flatly into the sheets.
Lying on his back, the quilt a perfectly shaped tent. Key looked at the door and bit on his lip.
“Tae, you know.... you know your bro is bi, right?” He then turned on the magnae.
“Bi? What do you mean?”
“You know that I like girls but also boys, right?” Key explained.
“Oh, that. Yeah, I … kind of figured. Ever since Jonghyun-hyung and Minho-hyung started to work out, you’ve been kind of obvious.” Taemin joked weakly. What came next never occurred in his mind.
Key shifted a little closer to the younger one and leaned forward. His lips now just breath away from Taemin´s. He smiled as he laid his palm on Taemin´s shaft, giving it a tentative stroke through the material of the quilt.
“Aah...” Taemin´s shocked expression, that settled on his face when Key almost kissed him, changed with the touch. His eyes fell close and his lips parted in a sheer excitation.
Key smirked.
“Will you let me help?” Key asked to be sure.
He wasn´t attracted to the boy in any way. Taemin was like his younger brother. But he was an open-minded individual. Taemin was uncomfortable and he himself couldn´t do nothing about it. Why not help?
Instead of wording the answer the young boy just grabbed on his hyung´s writs tightly, halting him from stopping what he started.
Key hovered over Taemin and sunk his face down to whisper into Taemin´s ear. “You can imagine I am someone else.”
Taemin whimpered in weak protest but reneged his hold on the diva's wrist. Key ran his hand lightly over Taemin's throbbing length; the younger boy arching up against the friction. Key pulled the dancer's pants down, exposing his swollen cock to the cool air. Taemin keened lowly in the back of his throat as Key's fingers grasped around his hot, pulsing organ. He stroked it slowly at first, using his thumb to rub over the head and swirl the precum around. He didn't want to go too fast. He figured that the younger boy was already embarrassed and he wanted to make him feel at ease. Taemin was biting at his lips furiously, making them red and puffy.
"M-more..." Taemin groaned out; breathless and needy.
Key increased his pace and brought his other hand in to palm the dancer's balls. Taemin's legs spread wider on their own accord. He felt drunk off the sensations that Key was giving him. His hands began to move on their own volition as well, inching over to claw at his hyung's thigh. The diva brushed his hand away and leaned in to give the magnae a gentle kiss in an attempt to calm him. The effect of said kiss is quite opposite. Taemin suddenly growled and laced his fingers roughly in the other boy's hair; invading his mouth ferociously. Key gasped loudly at the sudden turn of domination and quickened his strokes. He hoped that as soon as Taemin came, he would be able to finally fall asleep. The diva allowed Taemin to intensify the kiss as his orgasm drew near. He could feel the younger boy trembling beneath him; the dancer's hips arching up to thrust into Key's hand. Taemin pulled harshly at Key's hair and cried loudly as he came. Thick, pearly ropes of white coated his bare thighs and Key's hand.
Taemin's hands clung to his hyung's shoulders as the aftershocks of his orgasm rocked through his body. He was quiet for a long moment after he stopped shaking.
Key heard a soft snuffling noise and pulled back to see a teary-eyed Taemin.
"Shh, it's ok. There's nothing shameful about it." Key whispered into the magnae's ear.
Taemin shook his head and dried his eyes. "That's not it."
The older boy tucked Taemin back into his pants gently and then began petting the dancer's hair soothingly.
"Then what? You can tell umma anything."
"I thought maybe if I- ......but I'm still not sleepy. I just feel so....hot. I feel really warm hyung."
"I'm sure it's just a side-effect of the shot. It will pass. Let's just cuddle for a bit, ne? Maybe you'll drift off in no time." Key gave the younger boy a reassuring squeeze as he gathered him in his arms.
Taemin nuzzled into Key's neck and shut his eyes, praying that the older boy was right.
They lay together for about ten minutes. Ten minutes that only served to fuel Taemin's arousal. On every inhale he smelled Key's cologne on his skin; sweet and slightly woody. The magnae could feel the warmth of the rappers blood pulsing through the veins in his neck, so warm and inviting. His mind was running rampant with thoughts of how Key would taste. He was so close. If he could just drag the tip of his tongue- -
"Taemin-ah, what are you doing?" Key shuddered as he felt the magnae's hot tongue running along the column of his neck.
The younger boy flushed a shade of bright pink and buried his head in the diva's shoulder.
"Mianhe, hyung. I just..." Taemin trailed off.
His eyes could only seem to focus on the older boy's lips. The next thing he knew he was leaning forward and capturing Key's mouth with his own. He sucked the diva's lower lip into his mouth and bit at it gently. Key gave a strangled moan as he began to kiss back fully. Their tongues tangled as Taemin became more forceful. The younger boy was practically raping the diva's mouth with his hungry kisses.
Key noted the boy's new erection poking viciously into his side; breaking the kiss to look at the magnae.
"I can't control it. No matter what I try to think about- my mind only wants to focus on one thing." The dancer sighed wearily. His kiss-bruised lips forming a frown.
"It's ok. The doctor did say this might happen." Key nodded as he pulled out of the embrace and began to lay Taemin back on the bed.
He hooked his fingers into the younger boy's pants and slowly inched them down. Taemin propped himself up on his elbows and looked at his hyung with half-lidded eyes. He bit at his lower lip hard, breath coming out in a hiss as Key began to stroke his cock. Key gazed up at the magnae, his expression of mixture of pity and mild arousal.
"Hyung..." It came out more of a plea than a warning. A desperate cry for release laced with a hint of embarrassment.
"Maybe if we try something a little different this time." Key explained before he took slow lick up Taemin's length.
The dancer let out a soft moan as his hands tangled in the sheets. Key took this as agreement and proceeded to engulf Taemin's cock. He bobbed his head up and down on the younger boy's length, pulling back every so often to drag his tongue along the slit. Taemin's eyes were screwed tight, cheeks flush, and little rivulets of sweat pooling along his collarbones. The diva rolled Taemin's balls in his hand as he deep-throated him. Gasps and low keening noises were spilling out of the dancer's mouth as Key brought him to the brink; stopping just before.
Taemin growled in frustration, sitting up to glare at Key. The older boy smirked at him with mischievous eyes.
"Please....don't - don't stop." The younger boy ground out pitifully.
"Don't worry. I'm making it better. Trust hyung, ne?"
The dancer nodded mutely and continued to stare at the diva. Key paused for another beat and then swirled his tongue around Taemin's dick like a lollipop. The younger boy's hands flew to the sides of Key's head, grasping wantonly at his hair. The diva hummed in approval as he took all of Taemin's cock back into his mouth. He let the throbbing organ hit the back of his throat; swallowing around it.
The magnae arched off the bed, his back forming a perfect arc as he shot his heavy load down Key's throat. He felt the world go dark and his eyes fluttered closed. The diva swallowed it all, using his tongue to clean Taemin's softening member.
He pulled Taemin's pants up and tucked the younger boy's dick back in gently. He crawled up the bed and stared at the magnae's peaceful face. He looked like he was sleeping. Slow puffs of air were coming out of his half-open mouth and his eyes were fully closed. Key stared in wonderment. He honestly didn't think a postponed orgasm would knock the boy out, but it seemed to have done the trick. After a couple minutes he brushed some of the stray hairs away from Taemin's face, but the younger boy's eyes suddenly flew open.
"What happened?" The dancer asked; blinking sleepily.
"Well...I thought....I mean, I think you fell asleep for a couple minutes." Key explained slowly.
Taemin gave him a curious look. "Really?!"
The diva just gave a reassuring smile.
"Hyung, do you think this means I'm getting better?"
"I do."
Taemin lunged forward and hugged the older boy tightly.
"Key-hyung, will you stay up with me?"
The rapper tucked a lock of Taemin's hair behind his ear. "Ne. How about we play cards or something? It will be morning soon anyway."
The magnae smiled brightly and hopped up to retrieve the deck of cards from his desk.
***
They played poker, war, and spades until the sun came up. The golden light filtered through the windows illuminating the slap-happy pair of card sharks. Key got up and stretched languidly, a sliver of milky flesh showing under his shirt. The sight made Taemin feel a nervous fluttering in his stomach.
"I think I'll go make some breakfast for everyone, how about you clean up in here and then go wake everyone up?"
Taemin squeaked out a quick yes before gathering up the mess of cards before him. He needed to occupy himself so he wouldn't dwell on the semi-hardness in his pants.
Minho was woken up by Taemin, which was pretty much the only thing that fit the term “ordinary”. Other than that everything was out of ordinary that day.
Taemin woke him up, looking bit more energized than the days before; judging form the way he was smiling. But his face and lanky, slow motions show his true state better. The young one still didn´t get a full night of rest.
When Minho saw Key by the stove, he could also guess that the older one didn´t get much sleep either. They ate together, the three of them. Taemin apologized that he actually tried to wake up Onew and Jonghyun, but failed horribly. Ok, so two things were ordinary.
Their manager called off the one photoshoot they had, and the rest of the rehearsals too. Which meant a free day, at least for most of them. Key and Onew had to go do a radio show in the evening.
“Kibum-ah, I … think you should get some sleep too.” Minho pointed out when he saw that his friend was literally dozing off; leaning his head against his hands on the table.
Key winced, as his eyes flew open.
“Oh....yeah.” He replied, though stayed and watched Taemin disappear into the bathroom.
Key lowered his voice and talked to Minho slowly and just above a whisper.
“Look, he got maybe 2 minutes of sleep, if you could call it that. I guess the doctor's prognosis was right. He might not sleep for hours more- maybe not tonight either.” Minho looked at the bathroom door with compassion.
“And....... he's hard.” Key added hesitantly.
Minho´s eyes grew, if possible, bigger and the piece of a pancake he was eating got stuck in his throat. He started to cough violently.
Key waited for Minho to catch his breath, his tired face remained unchanged though.
“Finished?” He asked when Minho just stared at him.
“Hard as in...?”
“Yeah, it´s not like his arm got petrified, dumbass. The doctor predicted it, remember? Libido stuff...”
“Oh.” Was Minho´s reaction.
“But he´s too drained to do SOMETHING about it so while watching over him tonight, if you could...”
“Oh.”
“So, I´ll be going to catch some sleep.” Key stretched; cat-like before leaving his seat.
“WAIT! Finish your sentence, if I could what?!” Minho asked urgently. Though he knew very well what the talk was about. Seriously...
“Just leave your ego out of the room, that should do it. The room is too small for both his hormones and your ego.” Key than shuffled to his room, trying not to wake up the two older boys that were still soundly asleep in their beds.
Minho frowned. Was that an insult?
The day was good. Taemin, Minho and Jonghyun watched two movies in the living room, seeing off both of their friends when they left for the studio.
It was around 6PM when Jonghyun left the dormitory too, saying he wanted take advantage of the free day to get a song done.
They were watching the third movie that day and it was getting dark outside.
“Can I turn on the lights?” Taemin suddenly asked.
Minho, munching down the popcorn, looked at him surprised. They never had lights on while watching TV; it was strange request.
“Well...sure, why not.” Minho agreed after seeing worry in the younger one´s eyes.
The lights went on and Minho couldn´t stop worrying.
“Are you ok?”
Taemin nodded and brought his knees up on the couch; holding them up against his chest. After a while, Minho found himself peeking on his friend again.
“Tae, c´mon, tell me what´s wrong. You look pale.” Minho asked, worry still lacing his tone.
Taemin inhaled through his nostrils and turned to his older friend,
“I didn´t sleep for days, you know that hyung. Still need to ask?”
Minho put his hand on Taemin´s shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze..
“You look all stiff, I was just...” stiff. When that word left his mouth, he instantly remembered the talk he had with Kibum that morning. Too late to cover...
“Kibum told you?” Taemin asked, taken aback a little.
Minho fought the urge to take his hand back from Taemin´s shoulder. Instantly he felt he was sweating. Their magnae was now boosted with all different types of hormones and taking his hand off him now, as if he was touching a hot stove, probably wouldn´t help his shaky confidence.
“Yeah, I mean...I don´t think it´s strange or anything, don´t worry.” He tried to save the day.
“Ehm...I think...” Taemin broke the eye contact and the older boy could see how disturbed their magnae was right now. The blond boy stood up from the couch and without even looking at the other one announced that he´ll be in his room. Alone.
Minho massaged the bridge of his nose, he´s troubled. How did he messup like this again?
After good ten minutes, he knew he need to talk to the other one. From all people around him, Taemin is one of the handful Minho can´t stand to be at odds with.
“Tae?” He knocked the door.
An uncertain answer came from inside the room.
Minho opened the door and found Taemin lying in his bed, flat on his belly, facing the window. Minho lied next to him and playfully tapped Taemin´s shoulder to call for his attention.
“Hey there. How can I make you feel better?” He asked and smiled when Taemin turned to show him his pouty face.
“Make me sleep.” Taemin sighed. Minho bit on his lower lip for a second because he suddenly gave in the wondering... how would it be to kiss their magnae? They were always so close, much closer then Taemin and Kibum ever were, they´ve done things only couples do, but he never realized it.
He leaned forward and kissed the young boy. He rested his lips against the other one´s and let them be there; eyes closed, tasting the moment.
Taemin pushed Minho away a little.
“Hyung, this is not right. I don´t expect this from you, and you are not obligated to do anything Kibum told you to do.”
Minho frowned. His heart felt like he’d run a sprint. If someone told him he’d want Taemin like this only ten minutes ago, he wouldn´t have believed them. Now that he was there though...damn, you can bet he wanted more of it. It felt new. It felt exciting. But above all, it felt daring. And he was a man who liked daring things.
“What if...what if I want?” Minho answered in a husky whisper.
“You don´t want to.” Taemin insisted tiredly.
“Just like Kibum, you have no say in what I want, you know that right?” Minho smirked confidently and run his fingers into Taemin´s blond hair, bringing his lips back on his own.
This time he kissed full mouthed. Sucking on their magnae´s lips waiting for him to give in. Taemin didn´t object. First he just returned the kiss lazily, but when he felt Minho getting more and more into it, the desire for touch overcame the exhaustion. His fingers soon were grasping tightly to Minho´s nape in effort to make the kiss even deeper.
The older boy didn´t know when exactly he started to feel extremely turned on. Was it the moment Taemin bit on his lower lip and stretched it before claiming his full lips again? Or was it the way Taemin´s body started to press fully against his? When most of the blood that could answer his questions had taken a trip south, he realized that it didn’t really matter. He was there, hard as stone, with an equally greedy counterpart.
Taemin was moving his body in waves, rubbing his hardness into Minho´s thigh.
“Tae...” Minho moaned and broke the kiss for a while.
He was catching a breath for a bit, looking into Taemin´s eyes. The younger was blushing and his lips were swollen from all the abuse; his eyes showing clear fright.
“Hyung...don´t stop, not now...” He pleaded in a whisper after he caught upon his own breath too.
Minho kept the younger boy in a piercing gaze before he sunk his face into the arc of his neck, sucking on the delicious milky skin. His fingers started hastily working on Taemin's pants and then his own. Taemin bit on his lip. This was something unexpected. He decided not to panic over the fact, that everything was exciting; he could be scared later. Now he just couldn´t help but close his eyes and let out a long moan when Minho´s teeth sunk delicately into his shoulder. An electrifying energy, one he wasn't exactly expecting to feel after such a long time of lack of sleep, ran down his spine when he felt Minho's hardness against his; the rapper’s large hand around their both shafts. He realized that getting a hand job was entirely different different when rubbed against other hard member.
When Minho shook and Taemin felt his hand getting slicker with his cum it didn't take long, and he came into his hyung´s hand too.
Minho´s eyes were closed, and he rolled down from the younger one, breathing deeply. His shaking hand, dripping from mix of both their fluids, was safely kept up from the sheets. Minho didn´t seem to be able to do anything but tremble and attempt to catch his breath. Taemin was in a similar state, minus the obvious sleepiness.
He smiled and cleaned their bellies, taking the tissues from Minho’s hand.
“Thanks.” Minho breathed out with a satiated smile.
Taemin searched for a while for the right words to say.
“Hyung, why did you...”
When Minho turned his on his side, his mouth slightly open and his breath steady, Taemin realized he missed a chance to ask. Minho had fallen asleep like a baby so quickly.
***
Taemin stared at the ceiling for what seemed like eons. Minho's deep breathing was comforting, and under normal circumstances it would've lulled him right to sleep. Now it was just mocking him. He studied the rapper's face, so serene and blissful. It was cruel to see his hyung so comfortably situated in dreamland. After another moment he got up to leave, too frustrated to lie still any longer.
He trudged into the living room to find a half naked Jonghyun bent over the couch, searching for something. Taemin gulped hard at the sight.
"Hyung, w-what are you doing???"
Jonghyun popped up from his position with a sullen pout.
"Onew lost the remote somewhere inside the couch again."
"Jonghyun-hyung, it's 4am. Don't you think that could've waited until morning?" Taemin hedged as he tried to look everywhere but the older boy's defined shoulders and abs.
"Taemin-ah, are you alright? You look a little flushed. I don't remember the doctor saying anything about a fever..." Jonghyun trailed off as he moved closer.
He pulled Taemin down and laid a kiss on his forehead, checking for a raised temperature. The magnae quickly pushed him away. Jonghyun shot an annoyed look and moved to check again, this time pinning the dancer between himself and the couch.
Taemin wriggled, trying to escape, but Jonghyun held him firmly in place. The magnae tried to ignore the heat from his hyung's lips, even though it felt like it was searing through to his brain. Jonghyun leaned back, still pinning the younger boy, and caressed his face.
"It seems normal. Are you feeling any better yet? Hyung worries for you."
"I'm ok. Still not sleeping, but hey - I'm alive." Taemin attempted to joke.
He was trying everything he could think of to distract himself from the fresh, slightly woody scent that was emanating off of the singer. He never felt like a bigger ball of fail than he did right now. His traitorous dick was twitching in his sweats and would be poking into Jonghyun's leg at any moment.
"Maybe if you- - uh.....Taeminnie? Is that what I think it is?" The older boy gestured to the tenting in Taemin's pants.
The younger boy slumped forward and covered his face with his hands.
"Yes." He mumbled through his fingers.
"Oh."
There was a long pregnant pause in which no one moved, breathed, or said a word. Then finally Jonghyun spoke.
"I, uh, have some DVDs. You know....if you need to go and....uh....yeah."
Taemin laughed bitterly.
"Thanks hyung, but no thanks. I'm too tired to do anything but sit and stare at them. Plus Key-umma would kill you if he found out."
"Well you can't just leave it like that." Jonghyun argued.
"Bad things can happen. I swear I read it somewhere once. Things get backed up and I'm pretty sure you can DIE." He finished with wide eyes and a horrified expression.
Taemin chuckled loudly. "You can read?"
Jonghyun gave him a stern look, but didn't comment on it.
"Ok. Come lay down on the couch." The older boy instructed.
"What? Why????" Taemin protested.
"Hyung is going to take care of you. First no sleep and now this? I don't want you to die. So lay down and I'll do all the work." He explained.
Taemin gulped loudly.
"Listen. I don't know what Key tol-"
"Yah! We'll deal with Key later. Right now you have a problem and we're going to handle it. Arraso?"
The magnae nodded mutely and allowed himself to be laid down on the couch. He wasn't sure what Jonghyun's version of 'handling the problem' would be, but it made his heart race and his palms sweat.
The older boy climbed on top of the dancer and began to grind his ass into Taemin's member sinuously. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"Tell hyung what you like."
His voice was breathy, yet thick with sex and it rendered Taemin completely speechless. All he could manage to do was make little strangled moaning noises in the back of his throat.
"Mmm, cat got your tongue?" Jonghyun purred while looking at the younger boy lustfully.
Taemin nodded again and Jonghyun swooped down to connect their mouths. Their tongues met in a beautiful symphony of ebb and flow; taking and giving. Jonghyun pulled at the hem of Taemin's shirt, slowly working it off and over his head. His hands stroked delicately at the planes of Taemin's chest and stomach, almost reverently. The dancer's body was thrumming, the desire for sex overwhelming. It was like things had finally reached a fever pitch.
Jonghyun lifted up briefly to remove his boxers and Taemin's sweats; their erections throbbing and standing tall. The older boy stuck two fingers in his mouth, coating them generously with saliva. He then moved the slick digits between the magnae's legs. Jonghyun locked eyes with Taemin as his fingers circled the dancer's entrance.
"I'll go slow, ok? I promise not to hurt you."
Taemin's hips canted downward; his body desperate for something he couldn't quote vocalize. Jonghyun slid the first finger in with little resistance. The dancer bit at his lower lip as the second joined it. The stretch was....interesting. Not that it really hurt, it just felt sort of awkward. Jonghyun scissored his fingers, taking his time before adding a third finger. Taemin hissed for that one, three was even more awkward than two and it did burn a bit. That was, until, Jonghyun's fingers hit something inside that made stars flash behind Taemin's eyes. He looked at the older boy in wonderment, and Jonghyun's response was to repeat the action. The magnae felt dizzy and drunk with lust. He'd never been touched quite like this before, but he realized that this was what he'd been craving for all along.
Jonghyun removed his fingers, eliciting a frustrated growl from Taemin.
"Just wait." Jonghyun scolded playfully.
The next thing Taemin knew, he felt the blunt head of Jonghyun's cock at his hole; pushing forward slowly. In fact, a little too slowly for Taemin's liking. He flung his arms around Jonghyun's back and brought him forward swiftly. The fullness he felt, coupled with that delicious pressure to his sweet spot, made Taemin cry out in pleasure.
"Wow. I don't remember being this gung-ho about it my first time." Jonghyun teased.
Taemin shot him a dark stare. "Hyung? Just move already."
Jonghyun 'tsked' and mumbled something about 'bossy bottom' but began to move his hips. He started a moderate pace that had Taemin clawing at his back and begging for more.
With every push and pull of the older boy's hips, Taemin could feel himself nearing the edge of something he couldn't put a name to. Jonghyun had switched his angle and was now pounding Taemin's prostate relentlessly. With one particularly hard thrust, Taemin felt a searing heat course through his system as he came; dick untouched through the whole ordeal. Jonghyun followed after quickly, the spasming of Taemin's walls sending him over the edge.
They both lay there, glued to each other with sweat and Taemin's cum.
"Thank you, hyung." Taemin whispered as he laid kisses along the column of Jonghyun's throat.
The older boy gave the magnae a soft kiss on the lips before getting up to get a towel. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing one of the lesser used towels, then made his way back to the living room. He was about to ask Taemin if he was hungry, but he quickly stopped himself. The dancer's eyes were closed and his breath was steady.
"Taeminnie....are you...?"
A small snore escaped from the younger boy halting any of Jonghyun's further speech. The older boy quickly, and gingerly, cleaned the magnae up and redressed him. At first he was worried about waking Taemin up, but he then realized that the boy was dead to the world. After he cleaned up all the evidence of what they had done, he ran into everyone's room and woke them up.
Three very sleepy boys and a grinning Jonghyun were gathered around the sleeping boy on the couch.
"Not that I'm not happy about Taeminnie finally sleeping - but could you explain why you had to wake us up??" Onew grumbled as he rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah, now we're going to be sleep deprived too." Key frowned.
"Why are his clothes like that?" Minho frowned, calling attention to the garments that were askew.
So maybe Jonghyun wasn't as good at getting clothes back on people as he was taking them off. Taemin's sweat were bunched oddly at his legs, and in different places. While his shirt rode up the back if his torso in an awkward fashion.
Key's eyes were darting back and forth between Taemin and Jonghyun, his mind clearly putting the pieces together.
"Kim Jonghyun! Did you take my baby's virginity???!? I said help him, not RAPE him!!!" Came the scandalized scream.
Onew swiftly clamped a hand over the diva's mouth, and Minho turned to Jonghyun.
"Run." The rapper chuckled while rushing over to hold Key back.
Jonghyun was pretty sure he'd never run faster in his entire life.
***
Taemin slept for two days straight. When he woke up, it was like coming out of a thick fog, however there was one thing that was very clear - he had to pee. Badly. He tumbled into the bathroom and flung open the lid on the toilet, moaning loudly in appreciation as he relieved himself. He barely had time to dry his hands on a towel when he was pulled from the bathroom and hugged tightly. The dancer was quickly ushered into the kitchen where the rest of SHINee had gathered. It was a whirlwind of congratulations and hair ruffling as Key set about making breakfast.
"So, did you have some really long, epic dream of cinematic proportions?" Jonghyun inquired.
"Actually I don't remember dreaming at all." Taemin lied.
His mind drifted off as his hyung's filled him in on the days he missed. He had no intention of ever telling them that he had dreamed, at length, about all of them - in various sexual situations. He was already too embarrassed by what happened, and he didn't know if he would ever live it down. He also didn't know that, in the future, they would refer to this incident as 'The Boner Days'.
END
Authors: ippeun_nuna & a_life_defiant
Pairing: Taemin/Key; Minho/Taemin; Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8051
Summary: Taemin can't sleep, and the fix isn't fast or easy. His hyungs will do anything to help him out....only they hadn't anticipated he would need this kind of help...
A/N: Written for the challenge at collabficfest . Also, neither of us claim to be medical professionals. I don't even know if such things are possible, but we had fun with the idea of it. After all, it is fiction - anything is possible ^^
***
Key opened his eyes to the sound of a glass clinking against something; the sound coming from kitchen. He turned in his bed and looked at the clock on his nightstand.
“5AM? What the....” He sat up and, out of habit, fixed the hair on his forehead.
Then he spotted the bed near his, still neatly made up. He sighed. It was 5th night their magnae never made it to the bed. He stood up and looked at the third bed in their dorm. Minho was sprawled flat on his belly all across his bed; legs sticking out the sides. He shrugged. Was he the only one who was worried here? He quietly moved to the kitchen and found Taemin leaning against the kitchen counter, slouching his head. Key knew he shouldn't freak him out.
“Minnie?” He said softly, as he leaned against the door frame.
Taemin´s shoulders jerked a little, but he wasn´t startled too much. His eyes were small and bloodshot, though he forced out a smile for his worried hyung.
“Hyung.” He let out in broken voice.
“This is not normal. I think we really should tell to manager...” Taemin sighed but nodded.
Yesterday was the first time Key realized Taemin never went to sleep at night. He looked exhausted, so he asked him why he keeps staying up if he’s tired. Taemin admitted that he was tired - so much so that he could die on spot, but that it was the third night and he just can’t fall asleep. That made it 72 hours without sleep. Key didn't return to bed, and when other members woke up for the schedule they all agreed that Taemin should go see a doctor. Manager agreed too, after he met the young boy in such a condition. They all decided to go together. The plan being after they finished the hospital, they would move to shoot the last Hello performance. They all sat nervously in the waiting room for the blood test results. Taemin was curled in a ball, hiding under the strong arm of Minho who was holding him close to his side. Key was walking around, tapping his lips with the tip of his fingers. Jonghyun was texting, but he looked troubled too. Onew had his head leaned on Jonghyun´s shoulder, trying to catch some sleep. Their manager had the doctor signing up reticence. Then finally they called for Taemin to go in, Key hurried calling that he went inside too. In the end, Manager decided that everyone gets in. After all, they live together 24/7 and having to explain everything afterward would just be a waste of time.
Minho pushed dead-on-legs Taemin in front of him, holding his shoulders and gave him to Key who was waiting ,with hands opened on the sofa inside of the consulting room. The doctor started his explanation after asking if they are sure that it´s ok if all of them were present. This finished off the last of Key’s remaining patience and he went off on the doctor, telling him to hurry up. Their manager put his hand on Key´s shoulder to calm him down and quietly apologized for his behavior.
“Yeah sir, it´s really ok. This boys are like family. Right Taemin?” He called for a word of approval from the concerned boy. Taemin´s eyes were watery; hardly showing any connection to the surroundings.
“Oh yeah. I want them here.” He said and felt Minho´s hand on his shoulder as Key´s fingers twined with his to tighten for support.
The doctor chuckled a little but started.
“First I would like to assure you that it´s nothing serious. Taemin-gun is teenager, and I’ve had a lot of teenagers with the same problem as his lately many. Mmmm... it´s all a hormonal thing. Because you are singers, idols, I guess there are times when you push your bodies beyond it´s limits.” He looked at Taemin searching for approval.
“Oh?” Taemin blinked few times, not really catching what he was being asked for. Manager just took after.
“Yeah, that´s right. There are times when boys get only few hours of sleep, sometimes even just in a van. Especially lately with all the promotions and such.”
The doctor nodded and continued.
“Than there is no doubt. When the young body if it is pushed over it´s limit too far, it stops producing some hormones. We can fix it within a week. Taemin-gun, we´ll inject you today with one hormone - it will re-boot your system. Your insomnia might last three or five nights more and then other...side effects can come. I...” The doctor looked around at how all the 6 people hung on everything he said.
He sighed, not wanting to ask if the young boy really didn’t want some privacy.
“It will slightly heighten the levels of those hormones that are still present in your blood. Because you are very young and such, one of the strongest hormones in your body is.... well, It will increase your libido.” He finally let it out with a small chuckle.
Jonghyun´s eyebrows shot up and his chin dropped for a second. Onew looked like he was still processing what the doctor said, and Minho with Key looked like it was a totally normal thing to expect. Everything is ok if their baby gets better soon.
“Yah! Kim Jonghyun.” Key chewed out. Jonghyun closed his mouth and cleared his throat, ashamed once again of his reaction.
Taemin’s face turned crimson and he shut his eyes tight. Granted, everyone in the room was essentially family, even if not by blood; but he still wished they hadn’t just heard all that the doctor said. Jonghyun’s face alone made him want to crawl into a hole and die. When he thought that things couldn’t get any worse, suddenly a nurse walked in with a metal tray. A large, ominous-looking syringe lay on top of the sterile paper that was covering it. Taemin’s eyes grew as wide as saucers and he set his panicked gaze upon Key. The older boy moved closer to him and draped an arm around his waist.
“It’ll be ok Taeminnie, Umma’s here.” He ran a comforting hand up and down the dancer’s side.
“Holy shit.” Jonghyun interjected tactlessly. “Where are you going to stick that?”
The singer leaned closer to the syringe in morbid fascination; taking in the large-bore needle and the vast amount of liquid inside the syringe’s cylinder. Taemin let out a small whimper and buried his face in Key’s shoulder. He thrust an arm outward for the doctor to inject.
“Taemin…” the doctor hedged, “we won’t be injecting this into your arm.”
The dancer’s head shot up; eyes wide and even more panicked than before. Minho gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“W-w-where are you g-going to put it?” He inquired fearfully as he clawed at Key’s hand while also clutching at Minho’s shirt.
The diva winced at the sheer force of Taemin’s death-grip but made no move to extricate his hand. The doctor looked apprehensive and surveyed the room’s occupants before continuing.
“You’ll have to pull down your pants, Taemin, the shot has to go in your buttocks.”
Jonghyun giggled at the use of he word ‘buttocks’ and the everyone else’s faces just went pale. Taemin, however, looked like he was about to vomit.
“Do you want some privacy while we do this? Maybe just one or two people in here with you when we do it?” The doctor offered.
The magnae’s eyes darted around the room as he weighed the options in his head. Two sets of hands were patting his back gently and he already knew that his decision was made for him.
“I want Key-umma, and Minho.” Taemin’s voice was small, but his choices were clear.
Key and Minho both gave him reassuring side-hugs.
“HEY! I want to see it happen!” Jonghyun argued.
“Hwaiting, Taeminnie.” Onew called from across the room.
The older boy was already at the door waiting to be let out. He would respect his dongsaeng’s wishes. Well that, and he felt like he might actually faint if he had to see the needle puncturing the younger boy’s perfect skin. Their Manager looked like he was about to protest as well but a glare from Key silenced him. He gripped Jonghyun’s arm and pulled him out of the room with a nod.
The doctor turned back to Taemin after the door closed, waiting for the younger boy to move. Several stiff moments later he figured the boy needed some prodding.
“Taemin, your pants. Could you please lower them?” His tone was gentle, knowing that the boy was frightened.
Key and Minho moved to Taemin’s front as he undid his jeans with shaky hands. The doctor moved around to his rear, pulling on his gloves with a small snapping noise that made Taemin jump slightly.
“Why do you have to do it there?” Minho finally spoke.
The doctor looked over Taemin’s shoulder as he explained. “IM, or intra-muscle injections, give a better dispersal. They go into the blood stream slowly, helping the body adjust easier.”
The rapper bit at his lip and nodded.
“While we are trying to give his system a shock to reset it, we don’t want to overload him all at once. That could make things even worse.”
Taemin swallowed hard as he pulled his pants and boxers to just below the swell of his butt. The doctor ran an alcohol swab over the area to sterilize it. The liquid on the pad was cold and it made Taemin shiver slightly. He looked up at his hyungs with glassy eyes. Key and Minho immediately took one of Taemin’s hands in their own and started speaking soothing words to him.
“Just think, after this is all over you’ll be able to sleep again.” Key offered.
“Ne. I bet you’ll be even harder to wake up than I am.” Minho teased, attempting to lighten the oppressive mood in the room.
Taemin just nodded numbly. It wasn’t really the pain he feared, though he wished he didn’t have to get a shot at all, he was more afraid of the side effects. He was afraid of what was going to happen before it was all over; afraid of what he might do. Especially if the side effects were what the doctor said they’d be.
He felt a stinging pinch in his left butt cheek coupled with intense pressure. He shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth. Minho was rubbing soft circles over Taemin’s palm while Key stroked the boy’s arm with his free hand. After what felt like forever, but was really only twenty seconds, the dancer felt cotton being placed over the spot that the needle was in, followed by a bandage. His butt was throbbing and he felt slightly nauseous, but other than that he still felt the same. He took it as a sign of hope that maybe the effects wouldn’t be that bad after all.
“You can take the bandage off in about fifteen minutes, and don’t scrub that spot too hard when you shower. Other than that, you’re good to go.” The doctor explained as he patted Taemin on the shoulder.
Taemin pulled his pants up, wincing slightly at the tenderness in his rear. Key pulled him into a hug immediately after he’d buttoned his fly.
“My baby! You did so well. Want do you want for dinner tonight? Umma will make anything you want. Oh I’ll need to send someone shopping since we have a schedule…” Key babbled on as bowed quickly to the staff and made for the door.
Minho turned toward the doctor and bowed low. “Thank you Doctor.”
Taemin bowed as well and let out a small thank you as well. Minho put an arm over Taemin’s shoulders and led him out of the room to join the rest of the group.
“Are you feeling ok?”
“Ne. My stomach feels a little funny, but I’m ok.” Taemin assured.
Minho nodded in approval. A small pause lapsed before Taemin spoke again.
“Thank you…for staying with me.”
“It was nothing. You know I’d do anything for you. Don’t’ you remember? We’re all each other has.” Minho ruffled his the younger boy’s hair while echoing a statement he’d made in a radio interview a while back.
“Ne.” Taemin smiled brightly and hugged Minho closer.
They met the rest of the group in the waiting room where their Manger quickly ushered them to the exit, but only after checking to make sure Taemin was in one piece.
Taemin´s stomach felt weird. Yeah, weird tension filled his guts on their way to the TV station. During the performance, Hello having been much easier to master than Lucifer, he didn´t have to think about his movements that much. Thus he was highly aware of the sweat coming down his temples. The weird stiffness in his shoulder area, like when you are scared of being caught out doing something forbidden.
When the performance ended he dropped down on his butt right behind the stage area.
“Taemin-ah!” Key rushed to squat next to him, his hand on the younger boy´s shoulder.
Taemin felt dizzy. He was sweating as if they’d just finished hours of rehearsing, not as if he just danced a routine for only four fucking minutes.
“I want to go home. I want to sleep.” He was catching his breath and fighting the frustration and tears. He was so tired.... Key took him around his shoulders and he saw the other members had finally rushed down the stage too. They all gathered around their magnae. Only Minho went to search for their manager. They needed to get Taemin him home now.
In the van, Taemin sat squished between Onew and Minho. Key and Jonghyun sat in the seats in front of them. Key was constantly turning around to check on him though. It was making him uncomfortable. You could cut the atmosphere with the knife, and the hand of the tall rapper affectionately thrown around his shoulders felt suffocating. The tension he felt in his stomach just twenty minutes ago on the stage had dropped down to his lower abdomen. It wasn´t making him sick anymore, but not exactly comfortable either.
“Remember what the doctor said. Just few days and everything will get back to normal.” Minho encouraged him.
His large palm rested on Taemin´s thigh, making him twitch. This simple touch sent lightning straight down to his underbelly. Taemin just nodded and turned his body more against Onew´s side, trying to hide his reaction. Please, please, manager hyung, get me to my room NOW!
The ride seemed never ending. To the magnae´s horror, he realized he was getting a hard-on. Oh, how grateful he was for the blanket that was over their laps. The real problem would come on the way up to the dorm.
He managed well. Everyone knew he was deadly tired and the weird walk and shape could easily be counted as a result of it.
“I´ll be in my room.” He cheeped right after they went through the main door. He lied on his belly, trying to relax, even though it was uncomfortable. Soon, Onew and Key came for their clothes before taking turns in shower. He pretended to read a magazine, lying on his back, his knee bent up from the bed. Was he hiding it well? Damn....if only the mag didn´t seem so heavy to his exhausted limbs.
Suddenly he heard the lock on the door click. They NEVER lock the door. It was something like rule, since they shared their clothes, books, magazines, games...almost everything. He turned his head and saw Key coming his way.
The older boy sat on the edge of Taemin´s bed, looking at him with comforting eyes.
“Uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
Taemin tried to play dumb.
“What?”
Key clicked his tongue. He thought the magnae would be more cooperative. He thought they were close enough.
“Tae. I lived for a whole year with granny who never gave a damn to knock before entering my room. I know everything about hiding a hard-on.”
Taemin blushed furiously and brought his knees even higher. As if it mattered now...
“I pity your future sons,” Taemin grumbled.
“There is no privacy around you.” Key sighed.
“My son will know there is nothing wrong about it. I´ll especially make sure he knows there is nothing wrong on DEALING with it on his own.” Key said and put his hand on Taemin´s knee.
Taemin peeped at Key´s hand and then avoided his look again for a few seconds; a dull sigh of frustration.
“I know there is nothing bad in jerking off, I just...I tried, but I have no energy.” He groaned and collapsed flatly into the sheets.
Lying on his back, the quilt a perfectly shaped tent. Key looked at the door and bit on his lip.
“Tae, you know.... you know your bro is bi, right?” He then turned on the magnae.
“Bi? What do you mean?”
“You know that I like girls but also boys, right?” Key explained.
“Oh, that. Yeah, I … kind of figured. Ever since Jonghyun-hyung and Minho-hyung started to work out, you’ve been kind of obvious.” Taemin joked weakly. What came next never occurred in his mind.
Key shifted a little closer to the younger one and leaned forward. His lips now just breath away from Taemin´s. He smiled as he laid his palm on Taemin´s shaft, giving it a tentative stroke through the material of the quilt.
“Aah...” Taemin´s shocked expression, that settled on his face when Key almost kissed him, changed with the touch. His eyes fell close and his lips parted in a sheer excitation.
Key smirked.
“Will you let me help?” Key asked to be sure.
He wasn´t attracted to the boy in any way. Taemin was like his younger brother. But he was an open-minded individual. Taemin was uncomfortable and he himself couldn´t do nothing about it. Why not help?
Instead of wording the answer the young boy just grabbed on his hyung´s writs tightly, halting him from stopping what he started.
Key hovered over Taemin and sunk his face down to whisper into Taemin´s ear. “You can imagine I am someone else.”
Taemin whimpered in weak protest but reneged his hold on the diva's wrist. Key ran his hand lightly over Taemin's throbbing length; the younger boy arching up against the friction. Key pulled the dancer's pants down, exposing his swollen cock to the cool air. Taemin keened lowly in the back of his throat as Key's fingers grasped around his hot, pulsing organ. He stroked it slowly at first, using his thumb to rub over the head and swirl the precum around. He didn't want to go too fast. He figured that the younger boy was already embarrassed and he wanted to make him feel at ease. Taemin was biting at his lips furiously, making them red and puffy.
"M-more..." Taemin groaned out; breathless and needy.
Key increased his pace and brought his other hand in to palm the dancer's balls. Taemin's legs spread wider on their own accord. He felt drunk off the sensations that Key was giving him. His hands began to move on their own volition as well, inching over to claw at his hyung's thigh. The diva brushed his hand away and leaned in to give the magnae a gentle kiss in an attempt to calm him. The effect of said kiss is quite opposite. Taemin suddenly growled and laced his fingers roughly in the other boy's hair; invading his mouth ferociously. Key gasped loudly at the sudden turn of domination and quickened his strokes. He hoped that as soon as Taemin came, he would be able to finally fall asleep. The diva allowed Taemin to intensify the kiss as his orgasm drew near. He could feel the younger boy trembling beneath him; the dancer's hips arching up to thrust into Key's hand. Taemin pulled harshly at Key's hair and cried loudly as he came. Thick, pearly ropes of white coated his bare thighs and Key's hand.
Taemin's hands clung to his hyung's shoulders as the aftershocks of his orgasm rocked through his body. He was quiet for a long moment after he stopped shaking.
Key heard a soft snuffling noise and pulled back to see a teary-eyed Taemin.
"Shh, it's ok. There's nothing shameful about it." Key whispered into the magnae's ear.
Taemin shook his head and dried his eyes. "That's not it."
The older boy tucked Taemin back into his pants gently and then began petting the dancer's hair soothingly.
"Then what? You can tell umma anything."
"I thought maybe if I- ......but I'm still not sleepy. I just feel so....hot. I feel really warm hyung."
"I'm sure it's just a side-effect of the shot. It will pass. Let's just cuddle for a bit, ne? Maybe you'll drift off in no time." Key gave the younger boy a reassuring squeeze as he gathered him in his arms.
Taemin nuzzled into Key's neck and shut his eyes, praying that the older boy was right.
They lay together for about ten minutes. Ten minutes that only served to fuel Taemin's arousal. On every inhale he smelled Key's cologne on his skin; sweet and slightly woody. The magnae could feel the warmth of the rappers blood pulsing through the veins in his neck, so warm and inviting. His mind was running rampant with thoughts of how Key would taste. He was so close. If he could just drag the tip of his tongue- -
"Taemin-ah, what are you doing?" Key shuddered as he felt the magnae's hot tongue running along the column of his neck.
The younger boy flushed a shade of bright pink and buried his head in the diva's shoulder.
"Mianhe, hyung. I just..." Taemin trailed off.
His eyes could only seem to focus on the older boy's lips. The next thing he knew he was leaning forward and capturing Key's mouth with his own. He sucked the diva's lower lip into his mouth and bit at it gently. Key gave a strangled moan as he began to kiss back fully. Their tongues tangled as Taemin became more forceful. The younger boy was practically raping the diva's mouth with his hungry kisses.
Key noted the boy's new erection poking viciously into his side; breaking the kiss to look at the magnae.
"I can't control it. No matter what I try to think about- my mind only wants to focus on one thing." The dancer sighed wearily. His kiss-bruised lips forming a frown.
"It's ok. The doctor did say this might happen." Key nodded as he pulled out of the embrace and began to lay Taemin back on the bed.
He hooked his fingers into the younger boy's pants and slowly inched them down. Taemin propped himself up on his elbows and looked at his hyung with half-lidded eyes. He bit at his lower lip hard, breath coming out in a hiss as Key began to stroke his cock. Key gazed up at the magnae, his expression of mixture of pity and mild arousal.
"Hyung..." It came out more of a plea than a warning. A desperate cry for release laced with a hint of embarrassment.
"Maybe if we try something a little different this time." Key explained before he took slow lick up Taemin's length.
The dancer let out a soft moan as his hands tangled in the sheets. Key took this as agreement and proceeded to engulf Taemin's cock. He bobbed his head up and down on the younger boy's length, pulling back every so often to drag his tongue along the slit. Taemin's eyes were screwed tight, cheeks flush, and little rivulets of sweat pooling along his collarbones. The diva rolled Taemin's balls in his hand as he deep-throated him. Gasps and low keening noises were spilling out of the dancer's mouth as Key brought him to the brink; stopping just before.
Taemin growled in frustration, sitting up to glare at Key. The older boy smirked at him with mischievous eyes.
"Please....don't - don't stop." The younger boy ground out pitifully.
"Don't worry. I'm making it better. Trust hyung, ne?"
The dancer nodded mutely and continued to stare at the diva. Key paused for another beat and then swirled his tongue around Taemin's dick like a lollipop. The younger boy's hands flew to the sides of Key's head, grasping wantonly at his hair. The diva hummed in approval as he took all of Taemin's cock back into his mouth. He let the throbbing organ hit the back of his throat; swallowing around it.
The magnae arched off the bed, his back forming a perfect arc as he shot his heavy load down Key's throat. He felt the world go dark and his eyes fluttered closed. The diva swallowed it all, using his tongue to clean Taemin's softening member.
He pulled Taemin's pants up and tucked the younger boy's dick back in gently. He crawled up the bed and stared at the magnae's peaceful face. He looked like he was sleeping. Slow puffs of air were coming out of his half-open mouth and his eyes were fully closed. Key stared in wonderment. He honestly didn't think a postponed orgasm would knock the boy out, but it seemed to have done the trick. After a couple minutes he brushed some of the stray hairs away from Taemin's face, but the younger boy's eyes suddenly flew open.
"What happened?" The dancer asked; blinking sleepily.
"Well...I thought....I mean, I think you fell asleep for a couple minutes." Key explained slowly.
Taemin gave him a curious look. "Really?!"
The diva just gave a reassuring smile.
"Hyung, do you think this means I'm getting better?"
"I do."
Taemin lunged forward and hugged the older boy tightly.
"Key-hyung, will you stay up with me?"
The rapper tucked a lock of Taemin's hair behind his ear. "Ne. How about we play cards or something? It will be morning soon anyway."
The magnae smiled brightly and hopped up to retrieve the deck of cards from his desk.
***
They played poker, war, and spades until the sun came up. The golden light filtered through the windows illuminating the slap-happy pair of card sharks. Key got up and stretched languidly, a sliver of milky flesh showing under his shirt. The sight made Taemin feel a nervous fluttering in his stomach.
"I think I'll go make some breakfast for everyone, how about you clean up in here and then go wake everyone up?"
Taemin squeaked out a quick yes before gathering up the mess of cards before him. He needed to occupy himself so he wouldn't dwell on the semi-hardness in his pants.
Minho was woken up by Taemin, which was pretty much the only thing that fit the term “ordinary”. Other than that everything was out of ordinary that day.
Taemin woke him up, looking bit more energized than the days before; judging form the way he was smiling. But his face and lanky, slow motions show his true state better. The young one still didn´t get a full night of rest.
When Minho saw Key by the stove, he could also guess that the older one didn´t get much sleep either. They ate together, the three of them. Taemin apologized that he actually tried to wake up Onew and Jonghyun, but failed horribly. Ok, so two things were ordinary.
Their manager called off the one photoshoot they had, and the rest of the rehearsals too. Which meant a free day, at least for most of them. Key and Onew had to go do a radio show in the evening.
“Kibum-ah, I … think you should get some sleep too.” Minho pointed out when he saw that his friend was literally dozing off; leaning his head against his hands on the table.
Key winced, as his eyes flew open.
“Oh....yeah.” He replied, though stayed and watched Taemin disappear into the bathroom.
Key lowered his voice and talked to Minho slowly and just above a whisper.
“Look, he got maybe 2 minutes of sleep, if you could call it that. I guess the doctor's prognosis was right. He might not sleep for hours more- maybe not tonight either.” Minho looked at the bathroom door with compassion.
“And....... he's hard.” Key added hesitantly.
Minho´s eyes grew, if possible, bigger and the piece of a pancake he was eating got stuck in his throat. He started to cough violently.
Key waited for Minho to catch his breath, his tired face remained unchanged though.
“Finished?” He asked when Minho just stared at him.
“Hard as in...?”
“Yeah, it´s not like his arm got petrified, dumbass. The doctor predicted it, remember? Libido stuff...”
“Oh.” Was Minho´s reaction.
“But he´s too drained to do SOMETHING about it so while watching over him tonight, if you could...”
“Oh.”
“So, I´ll be going to catch some sleep.” Key stretched; cat-like before leaving his seat.
“WAIT! Finish your sentence, if I could what?!” Minho asked urgently. Though he knew very well what the talk was about. Seriously...
“Just leave your ego out of the room, that should do it. The room is too small for both his hormones and your ego.” Key than shuffled to his room, trying not to wake up the two older boys that were still soundly asleep in their beds.
Minho frowned. Was that an insult?
The day was good. Taemin, Minho and Jonghyun watched two movies in the living room, seeing off both of their friends when they left for the studio.
It was around 6PM when Jonghyun left the dormitory too, saying he wanted take advantage of the free day to get a song done.
They were watching the third movie that day and it was getting dark outside.
“Can I turn on the lights?” Taemin suddenly asked.
Minho, munching down the popcorn, looked at him surprised. They never had lights on while watching TV; it was strange request.
“Well...sure, why not.” Minho agreed after seeing worry in the younger one´s eyes.
The lights went on and Minho couldn´t stop worrying.
“Are you ok?”
Taemin nodded and brought his knees up on the couch; holding them up against his chest. After a while, Minho found himself peeking on his friend again.
“Tae, c´mon, tell me what´s wrong. You look pale.” Minho asked, worry still lacing his tone.
Taemin inhaled through his nostrils and turned to his older friend,
“I didn´t sleep for days, you know that hyung. Still need to ask?”
Minho put his hand on Taemin´s shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze..
“You look all stiff, I was just...” stiff. When that word left his mouth, he instantly remembered the talk he had with Kibum that morning. Too late to cover...
“Kibum told you?” Taemin asked, taken aback a little.
Minho fought the urge to take his hand back from Taemin´s shoulder. Instantly he felt he was sweating. Their magnae was now boosted with all different types of hormones and taking his hand off him now, as if he was touching a hot stove, probably wouldn´t help his shaky confidence.
“Yeah, I mean...I don´t think it´s strange or anything, don´t worry.” He tried to save the day.
“Ehm...I think...” Taemin broke the eye contact and the older boy could see how disturbed their magnae was right now. The blond boy stood up from the couch and without even looking at the other one announced that he´ll be in his room. Alone.
Minho massaged the bridge of his nose, he´s troubled. How did he messup like this again?
After good ten minutes, he knew he need to talk to the other one. From all people around him, Taemin is one of the handful Minho can´t stand to be at odds with.
“Tae?” He knocked the door.
An uncertain answer came from inside the room.
Minho opened the door and found Taemin lying in his bed, flat on his belly, facing the window. Minho lied next to him and playfully tapped Taemin´s shoulder to call for his attention.
“Hey there. How can I make you feel better?” He asked and smiled when Taemin turned to show him his pouty face.
“Make me sleep.” Taemin sighed. Minho bit on his lower lip for a second because he suddenly gave in the wondering... how would it be to kiss their magnae? They were always so close, much closer then Taemin and Kibum ever were, they´ve done things only couples do, but he never realized it.
He leaned forward and kissed the young boy. He rested his lips against the other one´s and let them be there; eyes closed, tasting the moment.
Taemin pushed Minho away a little.
“Hyung, this is not right. I don´t expect this from you, and you are not obligated to do anything Kibum told you to do.”
Minho frowned. His heart felt like he’d run a sprint. If someone told him he’d want Taemin like this only ten minutes ago, he wouldn´t have believed them. Now that he was there though...damn, you can bet he wanted more of it. It felt new. It felt exciting. But above all, it felt daring. And he was a man who liked daring things.
“What if...what if I want?” Minho answered in a husky whisper.
“You don´t want to.” Taemin insisted tiredly.
“Just like Kibum, you have no say in what I want, you know that right?” Minho smirked confidently and run his fingers into Taemin´s blond hair, bringing his lips back on his own.
This time he kissed full mouthed. Sucking on their magnae´s lips waiting for him to give in. Taemin didn´t object. First he just returned the kiss lazily, but when he felt Minho getting more and more into it, the desire for touch overcame the exhaustion. His fingers soon were grasping tightly to Minho´s nape in effort to make the kiss even deeper.
The older boy didn´t know when exactly he started to feel extremely turned on. Was it the moment Taemin bit on his lower lip and stretched it before claiming his full lips again? Or was it the way Taemin´s body started to press fully against his? When most of the blood that could answer his questions had taken a trip south, he realized that it didn’t really matter. He was there, hard as stone, with an equally greedy counterpart.
Taemin was moving his body in waves, rubbing his hardness into Minho´s thigh.
“Tae...” Minho moaned and broke the kiss for a while.
He was catching a breath for a bit, looking into Taemin´s eyes. The younger was blushing and his lips were swollen from all the abuse; his eyes showing clear fright.
“Hyung...don´t stop, not now...” He pleaded in a whisper after he caught upon his own breath too.
Minho kept the younger boy in a piercing gaze before he sunk his face into the arc of his neck, sucking on the delicious milky skin. His fingers started hastily working on Taemin's pants and then his own. Taemin bit on his lip. This was something unexpected. He decided not to panic over the fact, that everything was exciting; he could be scared later. Now he just couldn´t help but close his eyes and let out a long moan when Minho´s teeth sunk delicately into his shoulder. An electrifying energy, one he wasn't exactly expecting to feel after such a long time of lack of sleep, ran down his spine when he felt Minho's hardness against his; the rapper’s large hand around their both shafts. He realized that getting a hand job was entirely different different when rubbed against other hard member.
When Minho shook and Taemin felt his hand getting slicker with his cum it didn't take long, and he came into his hyung´s hand too.
Minho´s eyes were closed, and he rolled down from the younger one, breathing deeply. His shaking hand, dripping from mix of both their fluids, was safely kept up from the sheets. Minho didn´t seem to be able to do anything but tremble and attempt to catch his breath. Taemin was in a similar state, minus the obvious sleepiness.
He smiled and cleaned their bellies, taking the tissues from Minho’s hand.
“Thanks.” Minho breathed out with a satiated smile.
Taemin searched for a while for the right words to say.
“Hyung, why did you...”
When Minho turned his on his side, his mouth slightly open and his breath steady, Taemin realized he missed a chance to ask. Minho had fallen asleep like a baby so quickly.
***
Taemin stared at the ceiling for what seemed like eons. Minho's deep breathing was comforting, and under normal circumstances it would've lulled him right to sleep. Now it was just mocking him. He studied the rapper's face, so serene and blissful. It was cruel to see his hyung so comfortably situated in dreamland. After another moment he got up to leave, too frustrated to lie still any longer.
He trudged into the living room to find a half naked Jonghyun bent over the couch, searching for something. Taemin gulped hard at the sight.
"Hyung, w-what are you doing???"
Jonghyun popped up from his position with a sullen pout.
"Onew lost the remote somewhere inside the couch again."
"Jonghyun-hyung, it's 4am. Don't you think that could've waited until morning?" Taemin hedged as he tried to look everywhere but the older boy's defined shoulders and abs.
"Taemin-ah, are you alright? You look a little flushed. I don't remember the doctor saying anything about a fever..." Jonghyun trailed off as he moved closer.
He pulled Taemin down and laid a kiss on his forehead, checking for a raised temperature. The magnae quickly pushed him away. Jonghyun shot an annoyed look and moved to check again, this time pinning the dancer between himself and the couch.
Taemin wriggled, trying to escape, but Jonghyun held him firmly in place. The magnae tried to ignore the heat from his hyung's lips, even though it felt like it was searing through to his brain. Jonghyun leaned back, still pinning the younger boy, and caressed his face.
"It seems normal. Are you feeling any better yet? Hyung worries for you."
"I'm ok. Still not sleeping, but hey - I'm alive." Taemin attempted to joke.
He was trying everything he could think of to distract himself from the fresh, slightly woody scent that was emanating off of the singer. He never felt like a bigger ball of fail than he did right now. His traitorous dick was twitching in his sweats and would be poking into Jonghyun's leg at any moment.
"Maybe if you- - uh.....Taeminnie? Is that what I think it is?" The older boy gestured to the tenting in Taemin's pants.
The younger boy slumped forward and covered his face with his hands.
"Yes." He mumbled through his fingers.
"Oh."
There was a long pregnant pause in which no one moved, breathed, or said a word. Then finally Jonghyun spoke.
"I, uh, have some DVDs. You know....if you need to go and....uh....yeah."
Taemin laughed bitterly.
"Thanks hyung, but no thanks. I'm too tired to do anything but sit and stare at them. Plus Key-umma would kill you if he found out."
"Well you can't just leave it like that." Jonghyun argued.
"Bad things can happen. I swear I read it somewhere once. Things get backed up and I'm pretty sure you can DIE." He finished with wide eyes and a horrified expression.
Taemin chuckled loudly. "You can read?"
Jonghyun gave him a stern look, but didn't comment on it.
"Ok. Come lay down on the couch." The older boy instructed.
"What? Why????" Taemin protested.
"Hyung is going to take care of you. First no sleep and now this? I don't want you to die. So lay down and I'll do all the work." He explained.
Taemin gulped loudly.
"Listen. I don't know what Key tol-"
"Yah! We'll deal with Key later. Right now you have a problem and we're going to handle it. Arraso?"
The magnae nodded mutely and allowed himself to be laid down on the couch. He wasn't sure what Jonghyun's version of 'handling the problem' would be, but it made his heart race and his palms sweat.
The older boy climbed on top of the dancer and began to grind his ass into Taemin's member sinuously. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"Tell hyung what you like."
His voice was breathy, yet thick with sex and it rendered Taemin completely speechless. All he could manage to do was make little strangled moaning noises in the back of his throat.
"Mmm, cat got your tongue?" Jonghyun purred while looking at the younger boy lustfully.
Taemin nodded again and Jonghyun swooped down to connect their mouths. Their tongues met in a beautiful symphony of ebb and flow; taking and giving. Jonghyun pulled at the hem of Taemin's shirt, slowly working it off and over his head. His hands stroked delicately at the planes of Taemin's chest and stomach, almost reverently. The dancer's body was thrumming, the desire for sex overwhelming. It was like things had finally reached a fever pitch.
Jonghyun lifted up briefly to remove his boxers and Taemin's sweats; their erections throbbing and standing tall. The older boy stuck two fingers in his mouth, coating them generously with saliva. He then moved the slick digits between the magnae's legs. Jonghyun locked eyes with Taemin as his fingers circled the dancer's entrance.
"I'll go slow, ok? I promise not to hurt you."
Taemin's hips canted downward; his body desperate for something he couldn't quote vocalize. Jonghyun slid the first finger in with little resistance. The dancer bit at his lower lip as the second joined it. The stretch was....interesting. Not that it really hurt, it just felt sort of awkward. Jonghyun scissored his fingers, taking his time before adding a third finger. Taemin hissed for that one, three was even more awkward than two and it did burn a bit. That was, until, Jonghyun's fingers hit something inside that made stars flash behind Taemin's eyes. He looked at the older boy in wonderment, and Jonghyun's response was to repeat the action. The magnae felt dizzy and drunk with lust. He'd never been touched quite like this before, but he realized that this was what he'd been craving for all along.
Jonghyun removed his fingers, eliciting a frustrated growl from Taemin.
"Just wait." Jonghyun scolded playfully.
The next thing Taemin knew, he felt the blunt head of Jonghyun's cock at his hole; pushing forward slowly. In fact, a little too slowly for Taemin's liking. He flung his arms around Jonghyun's back and brought him forward swiftly. The fullness he felt, coupled with that delicious pressure to his sweet spot, made Taemin cry out in pleasure.
"Wow. I don't remember being this gung-ho about it my first time." Jonghyun teased.
Taemin shot him a dark stare. "Hyung? Just move already."
Jonghyun 'tsked' and mumbled something about 'bossy bottom' but began to move his hips. He started a moderate pace that had Taemin clawing at his back and begging for more.
With every push and pull of the older boy's hips, Taemin could feel himself nearing the edge of something he couldn't put a name to. Jonghyun had switched his angle and was now pounding Taemin's prostate relentlessly. With one particularly hard thrust, Taemin felt a searing heat course through his system as he came; dick untouched through the whole ordeal. Jonghyun followed after quickly, the spasming of Taemin's walls sending him over the edge.
They both lay there, glued to each other with sweat and Taemin's cum.
"Thank you, hyung." Taemin whispered as he laid kisses along the column of Jonghyun's throat.
The older boy gave the magnae a soft kiss on the lips before getting up to get a towel. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing one of the lesser used towels, then made his way back to the living room. He was about to ask Taemin if he was hungry, but he quickly stopped himself. The dancer's eyes were closed and his breath was steady.
"Taeminnie....are you...?"
A small snore escaped from the younger boy halting any of Jonghyun's further speech. The older boy quickly, and gingerly, cleaned the magnae up and redressed him. At first he was worried about waking Taemin up, but he then realized that the boy was dead to the world. After he cleaned up all the evidence of what they had done, he ran into everyone's room and woke them up.
Three very sleepy boys and a grinning Jonghyun were gathered around the sleeping boy on the couch.
"Not that I'm not happy about Taeminnie finally sleeping - but could you explain why you had to wake us up??" Onew grumbled as he rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah, now we're going to be sleep deprived too." Key frowned.
"Why are his clothes like that?" Minho frowned, calling attention to the garments that were askew.
So maybe Jonghyun wasn't as good at getting clothes back on people as he was taking them off. Taemin's sweat were bunched oddly at his legs, and in different places. While his shirt rode up the back if his torso in an awkward fashion.
Key's eyes were darting back and forth between Taemin and Jonghyun, his mind clearly putting the pieces together.
"Kim Jonghyun! Did you take my baby's virginity???!? I said help him, not RAPE him!!!" Came the scandalized scream.
Onew swiftly clamped a hand over the diva's mouth, and Minho turned to Jonghyun.
"Run." The rapper chuckled while rushing over to hold Key back.
Jonghyun was pretty sure he'd never run faster in his entire life.
***
Taemin slept for two days straight. When he woke up, it was like coming out of a thick fog, however there was one thing that was very clear - he had to pee. Badly. He tumbled into the bathroom and flung open the lid on the toilet, moaning loudly in appreciation as he relieved himself. He barely had time to dry his hands on a towel when he was pulled from the bathroom and hugged tightly. The dancer was quickly ushered into the kitchen where the rest of SHINee had gathered. It was a whirlwind of congratulations and hair ruffling as Key set about making breakfast.
"So, did you have some really long, epic dream of cinematic proportions?" Jonghyun inquired.
"Actually I don't remember dreaming at all." Taemin lied.
His mind drifted off as his hyung's filled him in on the days he missed. He had no intention of ever telling them that he had dreamed, at length, about all of them - in various sexual situations. He was already too embarrassed by what happened, and he didn't know if he would ever live it down. He also didn't know that, in the future, they would refer to this incident as 'The Boner Days'.
END