SHINee Fic Mix 2011 - hongjinri
Title: Enjoy the show
Author: hongjinri
Pairing: Taemin/Key, hinted!Jonghyun/Onew/Minho
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: I hope this was okay orz. Not sure if it turned out like you imagine it to be orz.
Original Work: Shameless by wishunew
Many people think Onew is more than meets the eye and most of the time he really is. But sometimes he’s just that innocent and naïve leader who likes to see the best in people. Key is fully aware of that and likes to take advantage of Onew’s naivety.
For example, Onew often tends to forget that Key’s mind doesn’t function like most people out there, but once in a blue moon reality hits him hard in the face and then it leaves him all dumbstruck and simply horrified. Unfortunately, ambiguous words and dubious meanings are like a second language to Key. This is also the case when Onew finds himself in some kind of dingy clothing store filled with strange objects and anime like dresses and costumes - the ones you find in Shibuya and Harajuku.
“Why are we here again?” Onew asks, feeling the fabric of one of the lacy dresses. He quickly lets go of the dress as Key nears, lips curled ambiguously. Ignoring Onew’s question, Key lets his fingers travel slowly from Onew’s collar across his chest and stops at the hem of his shirt. Instead of backing away, the leader simply swallows a couple of times and wills himself to ignore that strange and eerie feeling in his stomach.
Again, Onew also tends to forget that Key has mastered the art of seduction with ease and the way the younger boy is observing him with those feline eyes makes him more than uncomfortable. The prolonged silence and Key’s nails softly scraping through the cotton fabric of his shirt makes even more unbearable. Key notices how Onew’s chest rises and falls through his thin shirt, how he tends to lick his lips in a nervous motion, and how he’s fiddling with his fingers. If anything, the whole thing is amusing Key rather than making him pity their leader.
“Shopping, hyung,” Key simply offers in the end, smirking and turning his attention back to the rack of clothing, and Onew can’t help but raise his brows.
“Shopping for what?”
“Jonghyun hyung asked me to buy something nice for you.”
Kibum doesn’t even look at Onew. Instead, he grabs an obscenely short skirt with frilly details and suddenly it hits Onew like a ton of bricks. His mouths opens and closes like a fish on dry land, and he isn’t sure if he’s supposed to panic or question Jonghyun’s devious motives or both. The awkward tension in the store hits another level when Key grabs a black and white dress, complete with satin and lacy pieces and a maid’s hat, and asks the sales girl for a bigger size.
“That’s a dress,” Onew whispers and Key arches a trimmed brow, a “yeah, so?” expression gracing his features. “I’m a boy,” Onew tries again but once again he’s met with that bored expression Key has mastered perfectly. It annoys and terrifies him at the same time.
Key simply grins, the tip of his tongue slightly darting from between his parted lips, and he simply answers, “It’ll match those lacy panties we’re going to buy later on.”
Onew also tends to forget that he’s a pushover because otherwise how would one explain why he’s standing in a lingerie store looking at lacy thongs. It only gets worse when Key asks one of sales girl to help him to pick a present for his so-called girlfriend Junghee. Unlike Onew, Key isn’t the shy or prude - or moral, for that matter - type and he asks the sales girl for something hot and sexy. Everything seems surreal and the whole situation is just akin to madness, Onew thinks as the girl pulls out the tiniest pair of black underwear ever.
Jonghyun’s in the shower when the two of them come home with Onew’s newly acquired treat. They hear how Jonghyun is humming something vaguely familiar and Key figures that he still has ten minutes or so to calm down their leader and make him somewhat willing. Jonghyun would help Onew get dressed later on.
“I’ll get you some tea,” Key offers smilingly after dropping their bags in their shared bedroom. “Just relax on the couch.”
They hear how the sound of running water dies down as Key hands Onew a steaming cup of white tea. It tastes rather peculiar and somewhat bitter but Onew doesn’t think much of it and chugs down the entire mug to stop this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. And it works marvelously, he thinks as he feels how his tense body relaxes - he didn’t even know he was this tense - and how every worry seems to disappear into nothing.
“Play nicely,” Key purrs into his ear, fingers brushing across his jawbone. “I have a schedule unfortunately.”
Onew doesn’t fail to notice the subtle emphasis on ‘unfortunately’. He feels how Key’s warm breath ghosts across his cheek before he disappears from the living room.
The door falls shut and clicks into the automatic lock as Jonghyun walks out of the bathroom, an oversized white shirt clinging to his muscular torso - he didn’t even bother to dry himself properly, Onew thinks. Not sure if it’s the relaxation tea or if he’s just turned on by a half wet Jonghyun, he suddenly notices how well defined the curves of Jonghyun’s arms and chests are, how that little stripe of hair is half hidden by the waistband of his sweats, and how the little drops of water slides down his bangs onto his sun kissed skin and into that little dip between his collarbones. It gets even worse when he notices how dark Jonghyun’s eyes are and how the corners of his mouth are curling subtly. Everything is suddenly in high definition and it just makes Jonghyun more fuckable than he already is and Onew lets out a breath of air which sounds suspiciously a lot like a needy moan.
Jonghyun simply chuckles and moves his hips with more vigor than he usually would. “Like what you see?” he purrs, voice somewhat dark and surprisingly deep.
A strange shiver travels down Onew’s spine and he can’t help but be turned on by that dark chocolate voice. Four simple words, and he knows that he’s done for.
• • •
Minho isn’t the type to be overwhelmed by emotions; he tends to be stoic most of the times. A smirk graces Key’s features as he notices how Minho is dicking around with Taemin in the elevator of their dorm. Glancing at his watch, Key notices that it has been an hour and half since he’d left Onew behind with Jonghyun. Unconsciously, he licks his lips at the thought of Onew coming undone under Jonghyun’s touches and yet another time, he thinks how unfortunate it is that he can’t join their little game. Key catches how Minho looks him in the eye through the mirror of the elevator, and he can’t help it but grin at the rapper.
Even before entering the dorm, Key can already hear Jonghyun and Onew’s ragged and husky moans. Arching a brow, he sees how Jonghyun languidly rolls his hips over Onew’s groin - he even notices how strained Onew’s dick look in those tiny black panties he’d picked out earlier. Taemin’s squeak brings him back to reality and trying his best to compose himself, Key stalks off to his bedroom and grabs his messenger bag. After forcing a black wig into Taemin’s hand, he tells the others that he’s heading out. Minho doesn’t even react but just stares unceremoniously at how Jonghyun presses Onew into the couch with his hips.
The sky is already darkening when Key and Taemin walk through the front entrance of their apartment. Taemin quickly readjusts his wig in the shiny surface of the door, running his fingers through the cascading curls as he turns towards Key.
“Where are we going, hyung?” Taemin asks, complete with a girly and high-pitched voice. He flashes Key a toothy smile, amused.
“You’re so pretty,” Key whispers, ignorning Taemin’s questions as he runs a finger along his jaw, just like he did with Onew. “Do you want to play a game, baby?”
Chewing his bottom lip, Taemin nervously fiddles with the curls of his wig but he nods in the end.
“Let’s go back upstairs.”
“But Minho hyung is-”
Smirking, Key places a finger on Taemin’s lips. “It’ll be our secret.”
The front door opens with a soft thud as Key turns the doorknob and enters into their dark hallway, Taemin following suit. Fortunately, the other three are too engrossed into their little game. Key hears how their low moans fill the living room and how their bodies writhe on top of the leather couch. He feels how his dick is throbbing in his skinny jeans as he hears how a string of pleads is falling from Jonghyun’s lips. It gets even worse when he feels how Taemin is rubbing his crotch against his ass.
Quietly, Taemin forces Key’s back against the wall of the hallway, hands pinning his wrists down. He feels how the maknae is lapping at his neck and collarbones, tongue moving painfully slow. Squeezing his eyes shut, Key lets out an inaudible moan, hips bucking forward to meet Taemin’s clothed erection. Taemin’s grip tightens around his wrists.
Taemin’s face is barely visible in the darkness; Key just feels how his breath travels across his face and how lips are bruising his skin. He feels how Taemin pushes his tongue into his mouth, teeth slightly clattering. Fingers press into the alabaster skin of Key’s hips; Taemin presses even harder as the both of them hear the muffled scream of Jonghyun and the slapping of skin on skin. Key hears how Minho pushes into Jonghyun, how Onew shifts on the couch, and he can almost feel Minho’s dominance radiating into the hallway.
Key gets pulled back into reality as Taemin unbuckles his pants, fingers working swiftly around the button and his zipper. Taemin pushes Key’s pants down and kisses him roughly on the lips, swallowing a muffled moan. Warm fingers slide into Key’s skintight boxers and he feels how Taemin curls his hand around his cock, squeezing and twisting and pulling it just the right way. Key presses his nails into Taemin’s skin, fingers clutching the curls of his wig.
Taemin slides down and roughly pulls the boxers down Key’s legs, forcing Key to spread his legs. Another silent moan falls from his lips as he feels Taemin’s tongue licking the precum from his cock, tongue lapping eagerly at the tip. The feeling only gets better as he feels how the length of his dick slowly slides into Taemin’s tiny mouth, and he forces himself not to buck into that wet, warm cavern.
“Fuck,” Key breaths, running his fingers through Taemin’s curls. “Oh my fucking God.”
Taemin slowly moves his head a couple of times, tongue brushing along the length and head, and then he stops to wet his fingers. Key hears how his tongue is lapping eagerly at his fingers and suddenly he feels a finger circling around his entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” Key swears as Taemin pushes a finger inside of him, not even letting him adjust to the new feeling before pushing another one in, slowly moving in and out.
Key hisses through gritted teeth but the pain quickly gets replaced by something mind-blowing as Taemin once again wraps his lips around his cock. The maknae licks and blows and sucks at all the right places and at the perfect tempo, and sometimes he deliberately misses the right spot; it makes Key wonder where and from whom he’d learned such dirty tricks. The experience is a thousand times better when Taemin simultaneously moves his fingers and thrusts in and out of his tight hole while bobbing his head.
A warm and tingling feeling starts to coil in Key’s abdomen and his muscles are starting to contract with every swipe of Taemin’s tongue. Key feels how his mind is starting to lose touch with reality, and he bucks deeper into Taemin’s throat, holding the younger boy’s head between his both hands. Taemin slightly chokes but manages to keep his head moving. His uneven breathing is filling the dark hallway, and just as Key hears Onew wantonly mewl Jonghyun oppa and Minho oppa, he comes into Taemin’s mouth, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and a breathless moan escaping his mouth.
Slouching down the wall, Key takes a moment to catch up with his breath as his chest rises and falls in erratic motions. Key still hears how the three others are panting and moaning like crazy. Lazily, he leans closer to Taemin and places a kiss on the corner of his mouth, slightly tasting his own cum.
“Good?” Taemin smiles against Key’s mouth, arrogantly. Key simply pushes his tongue into Taemin’s mouth and laps at the maknae’s cum stained lips.
It doesn’t take long for the others to climax too, and Key and Taemin hear how the slapping of skin on skin gets louder and how wanton moans escape their mouth. Then every sound dies down and all they can hear is their silent breathing filling the living room. Key and Taemin stay still until they hear the water in the bathroom running, and Taemin opens and closes the front door, announcing that they’re back. Minho’s in the living room, holding something clear and plastic as he walks into the bathroom.
“We’re going to bed,” Taemin says and Minho simply nods.
Key doesn’t even have enough strength to say something and merely plops down into his bed without removing his clothes. He doesn’t even realize how quickly or how long he has fallen asleep until he feels his bed dip a couple of hours later and a familiar husky voice whispering in his ear ‘did you enjoy the show?’ Warm fingers caress his cheek and he feels how lips are being pressed against the shell of his ear.
Without opening his eyes, Key simply smiles. “Goodnight, Jjong,” he mouths. He hears how Jonghyun chuckles, pulls the blanket closer to his face and whispers goodnight before everything fades to black.