SHINee Fic Mix 2011 - caitlinonkey
Title: Inside; looking out
Author: caitlinonkey
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-graphic sex scene
Author's Notes: A snippet from Key’s point of view of the wonderful original written by voltagequeen. Go read hers.
Original Work: View From The Outside by voltagequeen
I find his face across the hall; he’s slumped against the wall while he takes off his shoes with the weight of the day in his eyes and sweat clinging to the top of his shirt and peeking out from his underarms. I admire the stretch and clench of the defined muscles in his arms as he finishes this small task, then leans his head back and smoothes strong fingers through damp hair, eyes glancing up to meet mine. His gaze tingles as it brushes over my collarbones and down my chest spreading warm flames wherever it goes and shivers tracing up my spine and my arms, then he looks back to my eyes and for a second I’m naked and completely at his mercy while the other three bustle around in the background.
He’s looking down with a grin only just visible as he ducks his head. I wonder does he quite know what he’s doing, is he aware of how my heart’s hammering against my ribcage desperate for him to look again, look straight into my eyes and make me feel the electricity just one more time.
Aware that there are still people needing to wash before bed, I step out of the shower onto the cold wet tiles taking relief in the moist air against my heated skin. I wrap a soft towel around my midriff and another across my shoulders and make my way into the shared bedroom. There’s no-one there so I drop the towels to the floor and slip my boxers on leisurely and then his voice calls to me from the doorway; “oh hey Kibum, just checking you were out the shower”.
I whip around and find him leaning against the doorframe appraising me quietly with a knowing smile playing around his mouth. My heart seems to swell as his eyes travel over my still damp body, I stop breathing for a second, and the intense attraction to everything that is Jonghyun overwhelms my senses. Taemin walks into the bedroom and glances between us saying; “Are you showering first hyung?” to which Jonghyun grins easily at him, and tells the younger boy he’ll be out quickly. He comes over and picks up the towels from the floor by my feet, making a show of drying off the damp spots on my leg, stomach, chest, shoulders, then rubs his palms down my back while he enjoys my blush. I notice his plump lower lip is caught between his teeth in an effort to control himself while he fucks me with his eyes.
“I’ll put these in the laundry then” he murmurs, holding up the towels, as he drags his fingers lightly over the small of my back in an innocent gesture that tingles slightly as we smile at each other, conspirators in a plot that I don’t quite understand. He leaves, and I meet Taemin’s eyes awkwardly for a second, before he looks away, placing the book he’d been borrowing down on Minho’s bed.
I become aware of him before he’s even touched me, maybe it’s his smell, maybe the way his footsteps sound padding up to the side of my bed, careful and quiet in the morning, we wouldn’t want to wake up Minho, would we?
I stir now, but the feeling of contentment I have whilst lying in bed in the moment between sleep and wakefulness is not disturbed by his warm breath against my neck. Rather, I curve into his body like it’s the most natural thing in the world; to feel his hands pressing against my belly, dancing just over the band of material that rests below my hipbones is nothing short of blissful. He’s warm and solid against me, whispering in my ear; “Kibum… Kibum wake up, it’s morning”. No, not morning, not just yet, I think as I scrunch up my eyes, muzzling my face into his neck, away from the faint blue dawn-time light seeping through the blinds.
“Jonghyun…” I whimper, realising somewhat that him being in my bed isn’t exactly against the rules per se, but if we get caught then they’ll try to stop us being alone together. “Why are you here?” I imagine disgusted looks, meanings implied; unnatural they’d call us. Gay.
“It was cold next door, and I missed your Kibum smell” he mutters. Grinning despite my dark thoughts, I shuffle up onto my elbows and roll my eyes, “You can have my smell in a bit…” I whine. He presses his lips together tightly and raises an eyebrow that says he can have it if he damn well wants it, and he’s right, he can have anything I’ve got to give. He draws one finger down my bare chest, we both watch as goosebumps break out across the skin wherever he touches.
“We never get to be alone like this, Kibum” he speaks quietly.
“We’re not alone, Minho’s two metres away.” I whisper, turning to look at the boy in the bed across the room. Minho’s face is scrunched up in a frown against the light streaming in patches across his pillow, a small dark circle on the fabric pokes out just below his mouth where he’s been drooling lightly. He still looks gorgeous like that, we all do when sleeping. Perfect preened Gods.
“He’s asleep, and you know how difficult he is to wake up…” Jonghyun says as he takes me by the chin and tilts my face towards him, recapturing my attention. “Kibum… You want me too, right, you want me as much as I want you…” he urges gently, his mouth hovering above mine, eyes burning into my lips. I move to gently press our foreheads together, noses brushing, breath mingling and murmur; “Yeah” into his mouth, of course, of course.
It’s a relief for both of us to finally kiss open-mouthed in the morning sunlight; his large firm mouth moulded around my smaller bow shaped one, pulling my lower lip gently into his mouth and running his tongue across it softly. I part my mouth open with a small barely stifled gasp as he bites down a little, then feel his tongue probing gently past my teeth, accompanied by hot puffs of sweet breath and quiet moans. His hand trails down my arm, rubbing circles with his thumb into the palm of my hand as the other cradles my cheek tenderly. The fluttering of his eyelashes against my cheek is innocent, loving even, as I slide my arms around his neck and our lips part, tongues still touching, gasping for air. He shifts, and his wet, wet mouth finds the juncture of my collarbone, where he presses fervid kisses against my neck and I sigh his name over and over, delicious.
Later, we break for breath and I lie cradled against him, my hands splayed out across his chest while he rubs his fingers over every knob of my spine, breathing out slow and rhythmic.
“Are you tired?” he yawns into my hair, and I can hear the slow, quiet intakes of breath through his nose that show he’s smelling me. I turn and gaze languidly at him, taking in his features glowing wonderfully in the morning light.
“No, I’m not tired, are you?” I murmur, as he blinks up at me, eyes soft with contentment, shaking his head in a short decline, then he grins, playing with a lock of my mussed up hair.
He leans up close to my mouth, staring into my eyes and then asks; “…make me some breakfast?” I chuckle a little, and he presses two fingers into my lips to keep me quiet, eyebrows rising, eyes comically darting towards Minho’s bed. Parting my lips, I give each finger a playful lick and I flick my gaze back up to his eyes, moving over to say into his ear; “… yes I’ll make you breakfast.” He’s satisfied, and rests his head back down on the pillow, returning to stroking my hair with his eyes closed.
“Should we wake them up?” he asks, without moving. Shaking my head I lean down and whisper my disagreement into his lips; “…not yet, maybe in a few minutes…”
There’s a scrape out in the hallway that barely registers in my mind, I’m too engrossed in him as we press ourselves together, my arms on either side of his head, then he hooks his hands underneath my arms, pulling me up so my crotch and thighs rub and drag against his taut stomach while we kiss. He trails his palm over my side as I straddle him, rocking my ass down again and again, hunched over to kiss his neck while he gasps muddled words into my skin, “God you’re pretty, you’re just so fucking pretty Kibum-”
I’m half hard now, so incredibly desperate to be touched as my cock strains against my underwear and it’s a lot faster than usual, like the arousal is concentrated down a million times while we grind together. Sometimes in the car Jonghyun would tell me we were just a couple of magnets; I know what he means now; we’re attracted together like magnets, like there’s an invisible cord joining me to his mouth and his hand and his cock. I won’t be satisfied until we’re completely together in every way possible.
His hand slides down inside of my underwear, weighing me in his hand, pulling the fabric away from my aching appendage. The look of concentration on his face almost makes me laugh aloud, but then his grip tightens, swivels up over the head of my penis, and my lips part in pleasurable agony as my entire body begins to follow the movement of the thrusts up into his palm.
We fuck quietly in my bed in the morning, hands pressed over one another’s mouths to stifle groans and whimpers, eyes rolling back into our heads in ecstasy and forbidden pleasure. I bite down into his palm as I orgasm, hips lifting and rocking against him, watching as his eyelids flutter when he comes.
There are snatched moments when the other members are around. Whispers in bed before the others wake up, a hand holding my own under the table at breakfast, the brush of a foot against mine in the car, a soft kiss pressed to my cheek when no-one’s watching. I live for the moments alone in the dorm when I can breathe nothing but Jonghyun, taste nothing but him. Afterwards there are periods when his scent lingers on my skin and I feel sated, but soon the need to conceal ourselves returns and I realise that what I can have in short bursts hidden away in a bedroom may never be mine to be proud of, to show the world.
Sometimes I think I’ve fallen too far, and I won’t possibly be able to contain this ache anymore. It kills me to pretend.