SSS 2010: for deasyellow
For: deasyellow
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Your Sweet Six Six Six
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 7,281
Summary: Kibum, a 17 year-old high school student in Seoul is fan of a local rock band called 'Lost Generation'. He's really fond of their charismatic singer Jonghyun, a textbook example of a typical rock star. He visits every concert of them until one night changes everything…
The wild strumming of the guitar, the deep sound of the bass and the intensive beat of the drums went right through his body, making his fingers tingle in anticipation. He knew the intro by heart, had heard it live so often already. The club was vibrating and the sound of the music echoed from the dark-red painted walls. It was stuffy and hot, bodies sweating and moving in the audience. The club was designed for not more than 200 hundred people and he was happy, because it meant the concert would be more private, more intimate…more personal.
Kim Kibum was 17 and a high school student in one of Seoul’s boy’s boarding schools. He was born and raised in Daegu, the town with the best apples in Korea, but his parents, rich and prestigious had decided to transfer Kibum to a school in the capital when he was 13 due to education purposes. At first the teenager had had a hard time to get used to the new surroundings and the new people around him, but when he had got older and had been finally allowed to stay out of boy’s boarding school longer than 10PM on the weekends he had fallen in love with Seoul’s nightlife and with Seoul’s small rock scene. Every Friday and Saturday he went to a Club called ‘Blue Shell’ with some friends from high school to get drunk and enjoy the unbearable futility of being a teenager in the 21st century.
It wasn’t exaggerated to say that the club had changed his life immensely after he had seen a local band playing on the small stage of the house for the first time. The people around him had been loud and the music had been hard to hear over the noise everyone had produced, but for Kibum it hadn’t really mattered when his gaze had wandered over to the stage, his eyes immediately focussing on a figure standing in the middle, a white Les Paul hanging around his shoulders and hands tightly closed around a microphone stand.
The aura of this person had changed Kibum that night, even though it had taken him weeks to admit to it. It had been a month later that Kibum had found out that the person’s name was Kim Jonghyun and that he and his band called ‘Lost Generation’ had signed a deal with an independent label. From then on Kibum had been to every concert the band had played and had watched and adored the singer from a safe distance.
Kim Jonghyun, 23 whose stage name was known to be Angel because of the blond dyed hair and the clear voice became the centre of Kibum’s everyday life. The stage name was a contradiction in itself, because the singer might have looked angelic, but Kibum knew all the stories and rumours around him. From ‘I’ve heard he’s a beast in bed and can never be satisfied’ and ‘I’ve heard that he wanders around the graveyard at night and prays to Satan’ to ‘I’ve heard that he cuts his wrists to drink his own blood’. Kibum knew that most of the rumours were myths probably created by crazy fans or the mysterious singer himself, but it didn’t stop his fascination for him. Jonghyun was the reincarnation of everything Kibum wanted to be. He was free and independent, lived a life Kibum himself always had dreamed of.
In over a year Kibum hadn’t managed to approach Jonghyun and talk to him once, because he had been afraid that the image he had of the rebellious other would be destroyed afterwards. He always saw Jonghyun laughing and drinking with a bunch of girls and boys hanging off his arms like worms after their shows and he knew that he would take at least two of them to wherever he liked to fuck them. Kibum envied those people, because they got to touch and kiss this body he would love to feel under his fingers. All he lived for were those short moments during the concerts when Jonghyun’s eyes flirted with the audience while whispering sinful words into the microphone and those big, black outlined eyes would meet his and send him a wink. Kibum didn’t know if Jonghyun ever remembered him from previous concerts, but he liked to believe that he did. Kibum never stood directly in front of the stage, because he was afraid he would faint if Jonghyun would walk over to the edge of it, placing one foot on the monitors and leaning over to the audience to let people touch him wherever they wanted him to touch. Every normal person would probably have called Jonghyun a simple attention whore, but for Kibum Jonghyun was the most perfect rock star.
The audience screamed, howled and raised their hands to do the devil sign when Jonghyun entered the stage after the intro ended. Kibum always held his breath when the singer moved slowly to the microphone stand with his head lowered, his movements accompanied by the sound of church bells and organ music. The club was dark, just a single spot directed at the main figure on stage. It felt like a holy mass. The audience were the helpless lambs and Jonghyun was their saviour. When he reached the stand he leaned close to it, moaning and groaning into it while gradually opening his eyes, scanning the audience for the first time that night. The moans were the worst, because they always made Kibum’s skinny jeans feel extremely tight in his crotch area. Jonghyun knew exactly how to play with his lambs and wrap them around his finger within seconds and this evening it wasn’t any different, the girls in the first row already jumping in excitement, the low necklines of their tops revealing their bouncing boobs.
He looked stunning as always; wearing black, skin-tight jeans that were ripped in several places in front and back, a black wife beater showing off his nicely shaped arms, a red, plaid, opened vest above it, a dozen leather bracelets around his thin wrists, a belt with a silver buckle that spelled 'FUCK', black, heavy leather boots and his white guitar always hanging around his lanky frame. The kohl around his eyes and the black nail polish on his fingers made him look like an androgynous creature from a fairy tale. He was beautiful to look at.
Jonghyun was a true entertainer, always willing to animate the audience, holding the microphone to girls in the first row to let them sing the chorus of a song, and he wasn’t just a very good singer with a wide vocal range, he was also very skilled on his guitar, playing solos kneeling down on the ground from time to time. Kibum had wished to be treated like this guitar more than once.
When the concert ended and the band left the stage Kibum’s body was soggy and exhausted, his hair damp and dishevelled. His legs hurt from all the jumping and he was sure that there were bruises on his arms and stomach where people had pushed and danced around him in excitement. Kibum always felt empty and lonely when the concerts were over.
When the music played and he heard Jonghyun’s sensual voice ringing in his ears life was good and he didn’t worry about anything, but when the music ended and reality crashed over him again he felt like he had to bear the world’s weight on his narrow shoulders. Kibum brushed away some damp strands of his black hair and shook his shirt to loosen it from his sweaty skin. He felt squeezed between all the people who either wanted to get out of the club, to the bar, to the toilet, or to the door leading to the backstage area to wait for the band members to come out. The people who waited in front of the backstage door where always the same kind of people, young girls who wanted to get a picture, an autograph or a fuck with their idol, and groupies who fucked anyone who looked like a rock star.
He had always envied the latter group, because groupies always took everything so lightly and emitted so much self-confidence. With a sigh he made his way over to the bar, waiting there for almost 20 minutes to get a beer. He stayed at the bar, his eyes focussing on the backstage area. There was no need for him to wait, because he wouldn’t talk to Jonghyun anyway, but he loved to watch him interact with people who waited for him, liked to see how girls flung themselves into his arms, whispering dirty promises into his ears.
His back straightened when the door opened and the four member band walked out. ‘Lost Generation’ had become really popular in the local scene, but were far, far away from needing securities to take care of their safety, so they just walked out with beer bottles in their hands and cigarettes hanging from their mouths and enjoyed the little fame they received. All of them were very popular with the girls, but Kibum only had eyes for the pretty blond head that flashed every girl and boy that passed his way one of his seductive smiles.
~*~
It was probably Kibum’s luck that he went to the restroom an hour later that night to find Jonghyun leaning against the greasy and pasted up wall near the toilets, his hands tangled in long, black hair. Kibum’s eyes widened immediately at the sight in front of him and he already wanted to turn on his heels and leave the room when Jonghyun looked up and glanced at him. A cocky smirk appeared on his plush lips before he leaned his head back, moaning wantonly.
"Good girl," he breathed and Kibum swallowed, holding onto the door handle with sweaty hands.
"If you want to take a piss, go on …don’t mind us," Jonghyun called out, his hips bucking a bit forward and Kibum heard a chocking sound over the bass of the music echoing through the room from the dance floor. It took all of Kibum’s willpower to move over to the urinals and unzip his pants with shaky fingers, feeling the other’s gaze burning holes into his neck. It made him uncomfortable and vulnerable. Kibum tried to avoid the sight of Jonghyun getting head from one of his groupies when he was on his way to the sinks to wash his hands, but as hard as he tried he couldn’t hold back his curiosity and took a glimpse at the other through the reflection of the old, dirty mirror in front of him. His heart missed a beat when he saw Jonghyun staring at him all too bluntly; pupils blown up and filled with lust and something else…drugs maybe? He looked away then, swallowing hard as he turned off the water and dried his hands with a paper towel.
"You look kinda hot…want to join?"
The question was so simple and yet so bold and obscene that Kibum just blinked into the mirror again. He had heard that Jonghyun wasn’t a man of many words and that he rather fucked than talked, but that the other would be so direct…was nothing but thrilling and frightening at the same time.
"What…what do you want me to do?" he heard himself ask, a bit flustered and nervous but all too willing to give Jonghyun all he had to offer when he wanted him to. It was the look in the older one’s eyes that made him weak in the knees and caused him to speak without wasting another thought about how absurd all this was. He was in a dirty restroom with his favourite singer and a groupie who was still busy with burying her head into Jonghyun’s crotch. Could life be any more perfect?
Kibum usually wasn’t the type for one-night-stands. He still liked to believe that someone should just have sex with the one they truly loved. And Jonghyun wasn’t the one he loved, Jonghyun was the one he was obsessed with, but in the end, wasn’t that almost the same?
Obsession and love; they both drove people insane.
"Come here," Jonghyun grinned almost devilishly, alluring him with a promising smile. Kibum didn’t move at first; his feet feeling like iron and his heart beating in an unhealthily rapid motion. It was when another soft, tempting moan left Jonghyun’s lips, mouth slightly ajar, veins in his neck standing out prominently that his body moved closer, pulled by an invisible rope. Why waste any time? He was young, independent and could do whatever he wanted to do. This was his opportunity and he wouldn’t let it go to waste just because he wanted to live up to his own morals and didn’t want to destroy his picture of Jonghyun being an unreachable rock star.
His mind spun when Jonghyun’s lips crashed onto his aggressively, mouth tasting like cigarettes, Jack Daniel’s and dirty promises. Kibum didn’t think, didn’t act reasonably anymore, his brain just worked on pure instinct as he pressed closer to the older, hands clawing into the elder’s vest. So this was the way a groupie must feel, he thought as Jonghyun worked his tongue into his mouth, tongue sliding so deliciously well around his own.
It felt fucking perfect. He wasn’t just a watcher; he was an active part of something he had dreamed of so often over the past year. This was Jonghyun’s dirty, little world…and he played a main role in it. The power he felt in this moment was nothing he could describe with words; it was something he hadn’t experienced before. It was sensual and without any taboos. It felt like watching porn for the first time…forbidden and tempting all at the same time.
A play of tongues and limbs so obscene that it almost made Kibum blush...but just almost.
"Not half bad," he heard Jonghyun whisper as hands squeezed his ass roughly, making the nerves in his lower region tingle in excitement. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, but he had never had the chance to come undone under such skilled fingers, fingers that seemed to know exactly where to touch and tease him.
It was too soon for Kibum that he felt Jonghyun’s body shudder under his fingertips, felt his hot breath wandering over his skin as the girl in front of him drove him to the edge with her tongue, Jonghyun’s fingertips burying themselves deep into his skin. He came so loud and explosive that Kibum felt his own arousal press uncomfortably against his tight pants. Kibum looked down, watching Jonghyun’s hips buck against the girl’s head who looked up at the singer with glazed eyes. He hadn’t even touched her apart from her head and still she looked as satisfied as him, white substance dripping down her red, swollen lips and chin.
Kibum thought it was over then, that he joined them too late when Jonghyun pulled the girl up by her chin, breathing heavily, giving her a deep, tantalising kiss with lots of tongue as Kibum could clearly see.
"Thanks, babe," he breathed against her lips with a smirk and Kibum saw her shudder, gazing up at Jonghyun like a love struck teenager.
"My pleasure, Angel," she chirped, biting her bottom lip with a childish grin. "I hope we can repeat that one day?"
"Sure, pretty lips are always welcome," Jonghyun smirked cockily, running his thumb over her bottom lip before clapping her firm backside. She purred in response, giving Jonghyun one last peck on his cheek before she turned around and walked out of the restroom in ridiculous high heels and a preposterous short skirt, swaying her hips from one side to the other.
When the door closed behind her, Kibum felt a lump building in his throat.
He was alone with him.
"Want to continue this fun somewhere else? You seem interesting," Jonghyun said after he zipped up his pants and lit a cigarette, offering it to Kibum with a questioning look, shrugged and took a drag when the younger shook his head no.
"Interesting? I haven’t said anything yet," Kibum hesitated, feeling insecurity rising in the pit of his stomach as Jonghyun started to laugh.
"That’s why. I’m bored of people who praise my voice and looks as soon as they see me. They don’t tell me anything I don’t know yet," Jonghyun joked, breathing thick smoke into Kibum’s face, causing the younger to choke. How much Kibum envied the elder for his confidence. He seemed to take life like a game.
Kibum was aware of the fact Jonghyun wasn’t the most handsome guy on this planet and he was sure Jonghyun knew this as well, but there was something about his charms, the way he acted so confidently and charismatically around others that caused a certain irresistible aura to hover around him.
"Come home with me," Jonghyun said, fingers playing with the hem of Kibum’s t-shirt.
"What?" Kibum blurted out, eyes wide in confusion. He had heard many things from people who Jonghyun had fucked, but not once had one of them mentioned that Jonghyun had taken them home. The chuckle he heard in response made him blush.
"How old are you?" Jonghyun tilted his head, fingers cradling Kibum’s chin in his hand.
"17," Kibum answered quietly, hands diving into his jeans’ pockets. He heard an agreeing grunt coming from Jonghyun’s direction before he felt the elder’s breath close to his ear.
"Illegal things are always so tempting to me. Virgin?"
The blush on Kibum’s face intensified when he shook his head no, his body heating up in the proximity of Jonghyun’s presence.
"Good."
~*~
Kibum didn’t know where to look when they entered Jonghyun’s tiny apartment half an hour later, posters of Western rock bands covering every patch of wall around them. Clothes and garbage, full ashtrays and empty beer bottles towered up on the floor and Kibum had problems to keep his balance and not trip over anything as Jonghyun manoeuvred him to an unmade king-sized bed with black sheets.
The blood in his veins boiled and his breathing was sluggish as Jonghyun pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He didn’t know if he was allowed to feel special that he was going to be fucked by Jonghyun in his flat and not in a dirty restroom, a dark alley or a hotel bed. His mind spun from all the new impressions and his breath hitched when Jonghyun pushed down on him, crotches pressing against each other. Jonghyun’s flat didn’t resemble anything of the things Kibum had imagined. He didn’t know why, but all those myths and rumours had caused him to think that Jonghyun would probably live like a traditional Anne Rice vampire; black walls, candles, ancient art, red and black silk and velvet. He had imagined it to be classic and mysterious and not…full of crap.
"You’re pretty silent," Jonghyun noted between unzipping Kibum’s pants and decorating his neck with bites.
"Sorry," Kibum murmured and arched his back a moment later, eyes falling shut as Jonghyun’s hand disappeared under his underwear, palm pressing against his length. The elder rubbed and touched, taking the hardening length into his hand to give it a few teasing strokes.
"You don’t have any diseases, do you?" he asked, leaning down to push Kibum’s shirt up to reveal his pale tummy. When Kibum shook his head Jonghyun laughed lowly, biting the skin beneath Kibum’s navel.
"Thought so and even if you had I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me, it would lessen the fun, wouldn’t it? No risk no fun, I guess," he smirked, shifting to get rid of Kibum’s shoes, socks, jeans and underwear.
Kibum felt utterly exposed as the elder let his gaze wander over him, seeming to scan every bit of flesh that he was offered. An agreeing grunt left his lips and his painted fingernails scratched along Kibum’s thighs and calves before he leaned down, licking a long wet trail from his left calf up to his hipbone, teeth nibbling on the thin skin spanning over the sharp bone.
"Your skin is as soft and smooth as a baby’s, it’s almost disgusting," Jonghyun commented with a grin as his lips roamed Kibum’s chest, his hands helping him to sit up to dispose of his t-shirt. He grinned and leaned forward when Kibum looked at him insecurely, teeth nibbling on his right ear. “Don’t worry. I love pretty and flawless skin. It’s such a turn on to violate it.”
Kibum shivered when Jonghyun’s breath and words reached him, his heart bumping frantically against his ribcage.
He moaned and tilted his head when Jonghyun bit down into his neck, sucking on his skin, the pain causing Kibum to frown and pull his bottom lip between his teeth.
It was a good pain, a pain that made him feel hot and dizzy, one that made him feel alive and wanted.
"Give me more of that," Jonghyun breathed against his skin, licking along his jaw up to Kibum’s mouth.
"Of what?"
"Your moans."
Jonghyun bit into his lip then, breaking the surface and tasting a drop of blood while Kibum had trouble to think coherently. His fingers clawed into the sheets beneath him and his whole body shuddered under Jonghyun’s ministration. When the elder invaded his mouth again Kibum instantly kissed back, tasting the metallic taste of his own blood on Jonghyun’s tongue. Jonghyun pushed him down, taking both his writs into a firm grip and pulling them above his head.
"I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of rumours about me, haven’t you?" Jonghyun whispered seductively, placing kisses and teasing licks along the pit of Kibum’s arm and over his biceps. "Believe me, none of them are true…well, except for one maybe," he added with a grin and Kibum heard a click, his eyes immediately shooting open to discover a pair of metal handcuffs connecting him to the frame of Jonghyun’s bed. "I really do like to play dirty."
Kibum swallowed, lots of thoughts racing in his mind. As much as this submissive position turned him on, he wasn’t completely sure if he was the right match for someone like Jonghyun. He wanted to believe that he was able to give Jonghyun the pleasure he wanted, the pleasure he needed, but being immobile like he was made things a little more difficult.
He looked up to see Jonghyun’s smiling figure sitting enthroned above him, fingertips drawing lines and circles on his wrists and underarms.
"I will be good to you, though. Don’t want to scare something presumably nice away," he then said with a tiny smirk, eyes roaming over Kibum’s naked chest, fingers sliding across the other’s cheek. The younger shuddered under the gaze and felt himself getting hard again just by the mere sound of Jonghyun’s words. How was it possible for someone to have this kind of effect on him? He didn’t know Jonghyun, he just knew what people had told him, he just knew what he had seen on stage and still the impact he had on him was immense.
When Jonghyun kissed him again, his hands holding on to his face, Kibum arched into the touch in a desperate search for frictions, hips pressing against the singer’s build, fingers clawing into the handcuffs, a muffled moan escaping his lips.
"Do you know what I like most about silent, young and pretty boys like you?" Jonghyun whispered gently, hands pressing Kibum’s hips down. Jonghyun didn’t even wait for a reaction; instead one of his hands glided between Kibum’s legs, nails teasingly scratching along the underside of the other one’s half-hard cock. "They get so easily excited."
~*~
To witness Jonghyun taking off his clothes was something that burnt itself right into Kibum’s memory. His hands felt itchy, because he wanted to touch him as he slowly took off his vest and pulled the wife beater over his head to throw it aside. He wanted to sink his teeth into the shiny, little piercing in Jonghyun’s left nipple, wanted to lick over the words ‘Je ne regrette rien’ which were tattooed in convoluted letters into the skin along his hip, but he couldn’t, because the metal along his wrists kept him in place and it made him frantic. He knew the way Jonghyun wiggled his way out of his tight pants was to tease him and his cock twitched as the singer sat down on his tummy; butt naked except for the leather wristbands around his arms and the single long necklace dangling down his chest. It had a small silver pendant in the shape of a cross. Kibum had to snort secretly. Why did he wear a religious symbol around his neck when the things he did to him were far away from saintly?
"I don’t even know your name, pretty boy," Jonghyun noted as he scratched along Kibum’s sides like a cat, the younger one’s body automatically pressing into the touch.
"It’s Kibum," he uttered, tensed, his chest heaving erratically as Jonghyun’s pelvis rocked above him, his crotch brushing along the singer’s butt.
"A pretty name for a pretty boy, I see." Jonghyun grinned and shifted down, lips hovering over Kibum’s erection with a cocky grin on his lips while his eyes were focussed on the younger one’s face. Kibum’s breath hitched as a pink tongue darted out between plush lips, teasing his tip and he couldn’t control his body as he bucked his hips up, wanting the other to suck him. But all Jonghyun did was laugh before he withdrew his head, hands stroking Kibum’s thighs.
"Kibum, Kibum, don’t you think it should be your turn first?" he laughed and crawled closer again, sitting up and taking his limp penis into his hand. Even though Kibum knew what Jonghyun had in mind he hesitated at first, looking up at the elder with big eyes, his arms already hurting from the odd position they were in.
"Don’t be shy," Jonghyun smirked, his free hand stroking Kibum’s hair before he pulled slightly at the strands. Kibum complied then, wetting his lips before he was faced with Jonghyun’s dick.
~*~
Hearing Jonghyun’s grunts made him intensify his suction as Jonghyun leaned over him, one hand still stroking Kibum’s hair and the other placed against the wall behind the bed for support. Kibum had problems not to choke, because he couldn’t use his hands to hold the older in place, saliva dripping down his mouth as Jonghyun pushed into him. He was sure he still tasted the dry spit of the girl in the restroom on Jonghyun, but he tried to push this thought away, looking up at him, following the movement of the cross on the other’s necklace that swung in the air.
"For a 17-year-old you kind of know already how to use that pretty mouth of yours," Jonghyun panted between moans, fingertips clawing violently into Kibum’s hair. Kibum wasn’t sure if he should feel flattered for getting such a compliment by a man like Jonghyun, the only thing he knew was that the erection between his own legs started to get painful.
Jonghyun pulled away under a wet sound a few minutes later, his erection glistening with Kibum’s spit as he leaned back on his heels, little drops of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"Good job," he grinned and pinched Kibum’s nipple with his fingers, causing the younger to howl in pain. Kibum eyes followed the other curiously when Jonghyun stood up from the bed and walked around in the room in search of something. It was sex for the eyes when Kibum’s gaze wandered over Jonghyun’s naked form, body muscular but not bulky, hipbones forming a promising V-line to his crotch and his round, little butt literally screaming to get touched and squeezed.
"Like what you see?" Jonghyun asked when he came back just moments later with a box in his hands, settling down next to Kibum on the bed. The younger blushed slightly, preferring to look at the carton in Jonghyun’s hands instead of at the elder. His eyes widened as he saw the various sex toys in it. He didn’t say anything, though. He just stared at the box, his thighs unconsciously closing. When Jonghyun pulled out a single, purple egg with a cord and a remote control on it, he swallowed.
"This will be fun."
That said Jonghyun crawled down Kibum’s body, spreading his legs again with not much force to move between them. Kibum felt his face reddening as Jonghyun pushed his legs up and to the side, exposing the little, twitching hole between his butt cheeks.
"Don’t worry, that little vibrator isn’t meant for you," Jonghyun grinned, both hands holding Kibum’s thighs as he started to kiss his buttocks, tongue gliding between the crack to play with the wrinkly skin around the younger one’s entrance. The sensation was so enormous that Kibum forgot about Jonghyun’s comment and he moaned loudly as the tongue played with this sensitive area, his fingers clinging into the metal around his arms, making the chains of the handcuffs rustle. The thought that Kim Jonghyun of all people had his tongue in such a private place of his body made Kibum dizzy and he wriggled under the intimate ministration, giving Jonghyun what he wanted to hear…his moans.
As Jonghyun started to massage his balls and his erection with one hand, fingers moving so skilfully around him, Kibum thought he would come right on the spot, his body twitching and shivering under Jonghyun’s touches. This was definitely better than any wet dream he had had of Jonghyun over the past months and he wanted his hands to be free so he could claw his fingertips into the elder’s blond hair and pull at it.
Unfortunately the tongue was gone again all too soon and so was this glorious hand that had made the blood boil in his veins, leaving Kibum in a mess of sensations, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He watched with hooded eyes as Jonghyun took a bottle of lube and generously lubricated the egg with it, his cock pulsating as Jonghyun spread his legs widely in front of him, the egg slowly disappearing between his buttocks as he pushed it inside with his fingers. Kibum couldn’t stop staring as a low buzzing sound was heard a little later and a satisfied moan left Jonghyun’s lips, his head thrown back, Adam’s apple and veins sticking out under the tanned skin of his neck.
"You know, it feels so fucking incredible when that egg vibrates in your ass while you’re fucking someone," he smirked and smoothly slid onto Kibum’s body, erections brushing against each other on the way. Kibum moaned and arched his back to meet Jonghyun’s chest, his lips parting as the singer searched them for another kiss.
"Unfasten me," he breathed between licks and bites and moved his hips against Jonghyun’s to create more body contact. He heard the other chuckle against his mouth and hissed as Jonghyun bit into his bottom lip yet again, pulling at his skin with a growl.
"Why should I?"
There were more bites spread on his neck and collarbones, every single one of them making sure to leave red marks on his body. Kibum liked that, because the marks would remind him for the next few days that he had really been naked in Jonghyun’s bed and that the pleasure he felt wasn’t his imagination but reality.
"I want to touch you."
He knew that he sounded desperate, but he wasn’t sure if he ever got the chance to have sex with Jonghyun again, so he wanted to be certain to get as much out of his current situation as possible.
"I’m not sure if I want you to touch me. Actually, I’m really intrigued by the fact that you’re lying beneath me so helplessly with your pretty face and your lanky body," Jonghyun whispered into his ear, licking the shell afterwards, his hands stroking the other’s arms. Kibum’s body shook as Jonghyun pressed harder down on him, showing him how hard both of them were.
"Please."
"Oh, do we start to beg?"
Jonghyun caressed Kibum’s face with one hand as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck with a victorious smile.
"Please, let me touch you," Kibum repeated silently, voice hoarse from the lack of usage.
A playful sigh left Jonghyun’s lips then and soon Kibum felt the weight of his arms as they fell slack and heavy on the mattress next to him.
"What a shame. I will never be able to resist a begging ‘Please’ coming from such pouty lips. In the end I’m softer than I look," he explained with a mischievous grin, sitting up as Kibum patted his hurting wrists, eyes fixed on Jonghyun.
He didn’t know if a groupie acted that way he did or if a ‘rock star’ acted the way Jonghyun did. He wasn’t even sure if he could call himself a groupie at all or if he was just a fling, a random one night stand. He once had read a book by Pamela Des Barres who had been a groupie of Frank Zappa during the peak of his career and as far as he knew Zappa had never spent such a big amount of time with playing around. He wasn’t sure why Jonghyun hadn’t fucked him by now. Weren’t intercourse and the urge to satisfy the needs of a celebrity what the role of a groupie was all about?
"Now at least put your hands to good use."
Jonghyun’s comment brought him back to reality and he wished that he wasn’t the typical groupie, that he was indeed something special and not just a fuck when he saw the playful gleam in the other’s eyes.
~*~
Kibum buried the nails of one hand into Jonghyun’s back as the older thrust into him, the other holding the remote control that regulated the intensity of vibration of the egg. He liked to have this kind of power, to control the volume of Jonghyun’s moans with a simple switch of his thumb, making the other shudder above him as he rocked into him.
The intrusion strained at first, because Kibum didn’t have sex that often, but he got used to Jonghyun’s size pretty quickly, moving against him, his breathy moans swallowed by the elder’s lips.
Jonghyun felt so good inside him and he held tightly to the elder’s back as he pressed against him in a fast and hard rhythm. The singer held his thighs, almost pushing them completely down next to Kibum’s body on the mattress. It was uncomfortable and arousing at the same time, even though the position made it harder for him to breathe.
The pendant of Jonghyun’s necklace brushed over his heated skin and the silver felt cool against his chest, creating goose bumps on his body. Kibum’s hand roamed the other’s back, memorising every muscle, ever patch of skin on its way. He stroked along the spine down to his butt, grabbing and kneading it.
It felt so perfectly round in his hand.
When Jonghyun suddenly turned them over and he found himself lying on the singer he stiffened, hands supporting his weight on Jonghyun’s shoulders.
"Come on, ride me."
The way Jonghyun pronounced those simple words so obscenely made Kibum’s already flushed face blush even further and he sat up a little, testing the waters as he started to move his hips slowly, Jonghyun’s cock hitting him in a different angle than before.
Jonghyun held his hips tightly, looking up at him with a smirk when Kibum got a hang of the motion and started to bounce up and down in the other’s lap. The remote still securely placed in his hands, Kibum changed the vibration of the egg, causing Jonghyun to buck his hips up with a startled moan.
"Tease," Jonghyun hissed between clenched teeth, but couldn’t suppress a grin as Kibum batted his lashes at him and leaned down to press his nose against Jonghyun’s.
"That’s rich, coming from you," he breathed, lips wandering to Jonghyun’s neck to taste and smell him. He loved the musky scent of Jonghyun’s skin which was enriched with the intriguing essence of fresh sweat. His tongue darted out to take a few licks, slowly gliding over to Jonghyun’s pierced nipple, playing with the little silvery balls on each side of the brown, little hard nub. The metal clinked against his teeth as he engulfed it with his lips, sucking on it and making Jonghyun arch his back into the touch.
He felt connected to Jonghyun in this moment, not just physically but mentally and it made his heart painfully clench to know that in the end he would be just one of many fucks for Jonghyun. Maybe Jonghyun was a mere obsession of his, a nice thought he could jerk off to when he was stressed from school, but he couldn’t suppress the thought that the singer could become so much more…if just…
Kibum got distracted as Jonghyun started to thrust into him from beneath, his arms giving in and his body falling slack on the other with a load moan.
"Get up," Jonghyun whispered suddenly and stopped his movements. Kibum looked at him with a frown, back and chest slick with sweat. He licked his dry lips as Jonghyun looked at him with that cocky, almost arrogant looking smirk of his.
"I want to fuck you on your knees."
~*~
Being fucked from behind felt incredible and Jonghyun made the feeling even better when he dragged Kibum up by his elbows, pulling him against his chest, the younger one’s body quivering as Jonghyun pushed into him with all he got.
“I have to admit you’re really something, Kibum," Jonghyun muttered into his ear, his voice shaking from the effort of holding the younger into place with his hands settled on his thighs, fucking him. Kibum turned his head then, facing the other with glazed eyes as he searched his lips for another kiss. It felt right to kiss Jonghyun. It sounded strange to feel that way with a person he just knew from a far distance, but he couldn’t change it. It felt right…like it was supposed to be that way.
When Jonghyun pushed him forward on his arms again Kibum gasped, turning the switch on the remote to the highest level as one of Jonghyun’s hands moved around his waist and started to jerk him off.
The pleasure that rushed through his veins as Kibum’s orgasm washed over him was something that he hadn’t experienced before and he sunk down on his elbows, mouth ajar, his muscles spasming as Jonghyun milked him with his fingers, using the right amount of pressure to make the feeling of his climax last as long as possible.
His body fell limp afterwards, his breathing faltering. He didn’t struggle when Jonghyun turned him over onto his back with ease and pulled one of his legs up to place it over his shoulder, entering him with one swift push of his hips. Kibum closed his eyes and he let out a hiss, being oversensitive after his orgasm. The remote fell from his hands as he clawed his fingertips into the sheets under him to distract him from the uncomfortable feeling, his body shifting on the mattress as Jonghyun pounded almost frantically into him to reach his own peak.
It didn’t take long and Kibum moaned when Jonghyun came with a low grunt, his last thrusts hard and slow as he rode out his orgasm, his hand holding tightly onto Kibum’s legs. When he pulled out of Kibum’s body a little later the younger made a dissatisfied sound, his eyes following Jonghyun as the elder got rid off the condom into which he made a knot before he threw it into a bin in the near of his bed. With a low hum he then slowly pulled out the still vibrating egg out of his body to turn it off and to place it onto the ground,
When Jonghyun lay down beside him a minute later and lit a cigarette Kibum felt very naked and awkward all of a sudden. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. Should he stand up and leave silently like a good groupie would do after their job was done? He nibbled insecurely on his bottom lip, slowly sliding over to the edge of the bed to scan the room for his clothes when the tone of a warm, husky voice held him back.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
"Uhm…home?" Kibum answered timidly, eyes finding his underwear on a pile of CDs.
"Stay."
There wasn’t any sign of insecurity or hesitation in Jonghyun’s voice and the commanding tone made Kibum’s heart immediately beat faster. He had hoped to hear that word. He had hoped that Jonghyun would ask him to stay even though it posed new questions.
"Why? The whole rock star fucks groupie thing is supposed to be limited to sex, isn’t it?"
As he heard Jonghyun laugh he turned his head, seeing the older leaning relaxed against the headboard of his bed with a smile on his lips, the cigarette securely placed between his fingers.
"Groupie? So, the pretty 17-year-old boy named Kibum is a groupie?"
There was hint of sarcasm ringing in Jonghyun’s voice but Kibum ignored that and turned his head back to face the wall in front of him. Apparently they both knew that Kibum wasn’t a groupie, even if he wanted to be one.
"You know… I usually don’t take groupies home with me."
"Then why did you take me home?"
"Because I thought till now that you aren’t one of them."
Kibum huffed, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation. Was he really having this conversation after having awesome sex with his long-term sexual fantasy?
"What’s wrong with being a groupie? You never look unhappy with all the girls and boys hanging off your arms and do as you please."
"Nothing is wrong with them. But they just want to fuck me, because I’m the singer of a band, because I get free booze and free entry to cool parties and not because I am me, Kim Jonghyun."
Even though Kibum could still clearly hear the pure essence of confidence seeping from Jonghyun’s words he raised an eyebrow sceptically, not really sure what to say in response. He knew that behind the cocky attitude there was still a person with feelings, but the way Jonghyun always acted made it hard to believe that he didn’t enjoy the attention he got from everyone around him. Maybe there was still a part left in that rock star act that craved normality, a normal relationship with someone who cared for him and not for the person he was on stage.
"I also don’t know who you are," he said silently after a moment of resignation, his heart hurting from the realisation. It was true. He didn’t know more of Jonghyun than all the others. The only thing he knew was that Jonghyun was a cocky bastard with amazing skills on stage and in bed. But he was sure plenty of groupies had witnessed that too. He wanted to stand up then and grab his underwear when he suddenly heard the rustling of sheets behind him and found himself embraced tightly by a pair of strong arms seconds later.
"Then stay and get to know the real me, Kibum."
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Your Sweet Six Six Six
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 7,281
Summary: Kibum, a 17 year-old high school student in Seoul is fan of a local rock band called 'Lost Generation'. He's really fond of their charismatic singer Jonghyun, a textbook example of a typical rock star. He visits every concert of them until one night changes everything…
The wild strumming of the guitar, the deep sound of the bass and the intensive beat of the drums went right through his body, making his fingers tingle in anticipation. He knew the intro by heart, had heard it live so often already. The club was vibrating and the sound of the music echoed from the dark-red painted walls. It was stuffy and hot, bodies sweating and moving in the audience. The club was designed for not more than 200 hundred people and he was happy, because it meant the concert would be more private, more intimate…more personal.
Kim Kibum was 17 and a high school student in one of Seoul’s boy’s boarding schools. He was born and raised in Daegu, the town with the best apples in Korea, but his parents, rich and prestigious had decided to transfer Kibum to a school in the capital when he was 13 due to education purposes. At first the teenager had had a hard time to get used to the new surroundings and the new people around him, but when he had got older and had been finally allowed to stay out of boy’s boarding school longer than 10PM on the weekends he had fallen in love with Seoul’s nightlife and with Seoul’s small rock scene. Every Friday and Saturday he went to a Club called ‘Blue Shell’ with some friends from high school to get drunk and enjoy the unbearable futility of being a teenager in the 21st century.
It wasn’t exaggerated to say that the club had changed his life immensely after he had seen a local band playing on the small stage of the house for the first time. The people around him had been loud and the music had been hard to hear over the noise everyone had produced, but for Kibum it hadn’t really mattered when his gaze had wandered over to the stage, his eyes immediately focussing on a figure standing in the middle, a white Les Paul hanging around his shoulders and hands tightly closed around a microphone stand.
The aura of this person had changed Kibum that night, even though it had taken him weeks to admit to it. It had been a month later that Kibum had found out that the person’s name was Kim Jonghyun and that he and his band called ‘Lost Generation’ had signed a deal with an independent label. From then on Kibum had been to every concert the band had played and had watched and adored the singer from a safe distance.
Kim Jonghyun, 23 whose stage name was known to be Angel because of the blond dyed hair and the clear voice became the centre of Kibum’s everyday life. The stage name was a contradiction in itself, because the singer might have looked angelic, but Kibum knew all the stories and rumours around him. From ‘I’ve heard he’s a beast in bed and can never be satisfied’ and ‘I’ve heard that he wanders around the graveyard at night and prays to Satan’ to ‘I’ve heard that he cuts his wrists to drink his own blood’. Kibum knew that most of the rumours were myths probably created by crazy fans or the mysterious singer himself, but it didn’t stop his fascination for him. Jonghyun was the reincarnation of everything Kibum wanted to be. He was free and independent, lived a life Kibum himself always had dreamed of.
In over a year Kibum hadn’t managed to approach Jonghyun and talk to him once, because he had been afraid that the image he had of the rebellious other would be destroyed afterwards. He always saw Jonghyun laughing and drinking with a bunch of girls and boys hanging off his arms like worms after their shows and he knew that he would take at least two of them to wherever he liked to fuck them. Kibum envied those people, because they got to touch and kiss this body he would love to feel under his fingers. All he lived for were those short moments during the concerts when Jonghyun’s eyes flirted with the audience while whispering sinful words into the microphone and those big, black outlined eyes would meet his and send him a wink. Kibum didn’t know if Jonghyun ever remembered him from previous concerts, but he liked to believe that he did. Kibum never stood directly in front of the stage, because he was afraid he would faint if Jonghyun would walk over to the edge of it, placing one foot on the monitors and leaning over to the audience to let people touch him wherever they wanted him to touch. Every normal person would probably have called Jonghyun a simple attention whore, but for Kibum Jonghyun was the most perfect rock star.
The audience screamed, howled and raised their hands to do the devil sign when Jonghyun entered the stage after the intro ended. Kibum always held his breath when the singer moved slowly to the microphone stand with his head lowered, his movements accompanied by the sound of church bells and organ music. The club was dark, just a single spot directed at the main figure on stage. It felt like a holy mass. The audience were the helpless lambs and Jonghyun was their saviour. When he reached the stand he leaned close to it, moaning and groaning into it while gradually opening his eyes, scanning the audience for the first time that night. The moans were the worst, because they always made Kibum’s skinny jeans feel extremely tight in his crotch area. Jonghyun knew exactly how to play with his lambs and wrap them around his finger within seconds and this evening it wasn’t any different, the girls in the first row already jumping in excitement, the low necklines of their tops revealing their bouncing boobs.
He looked stunning as always; wearing black, skin-tight jeans that were ripped in several places in front and back, a black wife beater showing off his nicely shaped arms, a red, plaid, opened vest above it, a dozen leather bracelets around his thin wrists, a belt with a silver buckle that spelled 'FUCK', black, heavy leather boots and his white guitar always hanging around his lanky frame. The kohl around his eyes and the black nail polish on his fingers made him look like an androgynous creature from a fairy tale. He was beautiful to look at.
Jonghyun was a true entertainer, always willing to animate the audience, holding the microphone to girls in the first row to let them sing the chorus of a song, and he wasn’t just a very good singer with a wide vocal range, he was also very skilled on his guitar, playing solos kneeling down on the ground from time to time. Kibum had wished to be treated like this guitar more than once.
When the concert ended and the band left the stage Kibum’s body was soggy and exhausted, his hair damp and dishevelled. His legs hurt from all the jumping and he was sure that there were bruises on his arms and stomach where people had pushed and danced around him in excitement. Kibum always felt empty and lonely when the concerts were over.
When the music played and he heard Jonghyun’s sensual voice ringing in his ears life was good and he didn’t worry about anything, but when the music ended and reality crashed over him again he felt like he had to bear the world’s weight on his narrow shoulders. Kibum brushed away some damp strands of his black hair and shook his shirt to loosen it from his sweaty skin. He felt squeezed between all the people who either wanted to get out of the club, to the bar, to the toilet, or to the door leading to the backstage area to wait for the band members to come out. The people who waited in front of the backstage door where always the same kind of people, young girls who wanted to get a picture, an autograph or a fuck with their idol, and groupies who fucked anyone who looked like a rock star.
He had always envied the latter group, because groupies always took everything so lightly and emitted so much self-confidence. With a sigh he made his way over to the bar, waiting there for almost 20 minutes to get a beer. He stayed at the bar, his eyes focussing on the backstage area. There was no need for him to wait, because he wouldn’t talk to Jonghyun anyway, but he loved to watch him interact with people who waited for him, liked to see how girls flung themselves into his arms, whispering dirty promises into his ears.
His back straightened when the door opened and the four member band walked out. ‘Lost Generation’ had become really popular in the local scene, but were far, far away from needing securities to take care of their safety, so they just walked out with beer bottles in their hands and cigarettes hanging from their mouths and enjoyed the little fame they received. All of them were very popular with the girls, but Kibum only had eyes for the pretty blond head that flashed every girl and boy that passed his way one of his seductive smiles.
~*~
It was probably Kibum’s luck that he went to the restroom an hour later that night to find Jonghyun leaning against the greasy and pasted up wall near the toilets, his hands tangled in long, black hair. Kibum’s eyes widened immediately at the sight in front of him and he already wanted to turn on his heels and leave the room when Jonghyun looked up and glanced at him. A cocky smirk appeared on his plush lips before he leaned his head back, moaning wantonly.
"Good girl," he breathed and Kibum swallowed, holding onto the door handle with sweaty hands.
"If you want to take a piss, go on …don’t mind us," Jonghyun called out, his hips bucking a bit forward and Kibum heard a chocking sound over the bass of the music echoing through the room from the dance floor. It took all of Kibum’s willpower to move over to the urinals and unzip his pants with shaky fingers, feeling the other’s gaze burning holes into his neck. It made him uncomfortable and vulnerable. Kibum tried to avoid the sight of Jonghyun getting head from one of his groupies when he was on his way to the sinks to wash his hands, but as hard as he tried he couldn’t hold back his curiosity and took a glimpse at the other through the reflection of the old, dirty mirror in front of him. His heart missed a beat when he saw Jonghyun staring at him all too bluntly; pupils blown up and filled with lust and something else…drugs maybe? He looked away then, swallowing hard as he turned off the water and dried his hands with a paper towel.
"You look kinda hot…want to join?"
The question was so simple and yet so bold and obscene that Kibum just blinked into the mirror again. He had heard that Jonghyun wasn’t a man of many words and that he rather fucked than talked, but that the other would be so direct…was nothing but thrilling and frightening at the same time.
"What…what do you want me to do?" he heard himself ask, a bit flustered and nervous but all too willing to give Jonghyun all he had to offer when he wanted him to. It was the look in the older one’s eyes that made him weak in the knees and caused him to speak without wasting another thought about how absurd all this was. He was in a dirty restroom with his favourite singer and a groupie who was still busy with burying her head into Jonghyun’s crotch. Could life be any more perfect?
Kibum usually wasn’t the type for one-night-stands. He still liked to believe that someone should just have sex with the one they truly loved. And Jonghyun wasn’t the one he loved, Jonghyun was the one he was obsessed with, but in the end, wasn’t that almost the same?
Obsession and love; they both drove people insane.
"Come here," Jonghyun grinned almost devilishly, alluring him with a promising smile. Kibum didn’t move at first; his feet feeling like iron and his heart beating in an unhealthily rapid motion. It was when another soft, tempting moan left Jonghyun’s lips, mouth slightly ajar, veins in his neck standing out prominently that his body moved closer, pulled by an invisible rope. Why waste any time? He was young, independent and could do whatever he wanted to do. This was his opportunity and he wouldn’t let it go to waste just because he wanted to live up to his own morals and didn’t want to destroy his picture of Jonghyun being an unreachable rock star.
His mind spun when Jonghyun’s lips crashed onto his aggressively, mouth tasting like cigarettes, Jack Daniel’s and dirty promises. Kibum didn’t think, didn’t act reasonably anymore, his brain just worked on pure instinct as he pressed closer to the older, hands clawing into the elder’s vest. So this was the way a groupie must feel, he thought as Jonghyun worked his tongue into his mouth, tongue sliding so deliciously well around his own.
It felt fucking perfect. He wasn’t just a watcher; he was an active part of something he had dreamed of so often over the past year. This was Jonghyun’s dirty, little world…and he played a main role in it. The power he felt in this moment was nothing he could describe with words; it was something he hadn’t experienced before. It was sensual and without any taboos. It felt like watching porn for the first time…forbidden and tempting all at the same time.
A play of tongues and limbs so obscene that it almost made Kibum blush...but just almost.
"Not half bad," he heard Jonghyun whisper as hands squeezed his ass roughly, making the nerves in his lower region tingle in excitement. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, but he had never had the chance to come undone under such skilled fingers, fingers that seemed to know exactly where to touch and tease him.
It was too soon for Kibum that he felt Jonghyun’s body shudder under his fingertips, felt his hot breath wandering over his skin as the girl in front of him drove him to the edge with her tongue, Jonghyun’s fingertips burying themselves deep into his skin. He came so loud and explosive that Kibum felt his own arousal press uncomfortably against his tight pants. Kibum looked down, watching Jonghyun’s hips buck against the girl’s head who looked up at the singer with glazed eyes. He hadn’t even touched her apart from her head and still she looked as satisfied as him, white substance dripping down her red, swollen lips and chin.
Kibum thought it was over then, that he joined them too late when Jonghyun pulled the girl up by her chin, breathing heavily, giving her a deep, tantalising kiss with lots of tongue as Kibum could clearly see.
"Thanks, babe," he breathed against her lips with a smirk and Kibum saw her shudder, gazing up at Jonghyun like a love struck teenager.
"My pleasure, Angel," she chirped, biting her bottom lip with a childish grin. "I hope we can repeat that one day?"
"Sure, pretty lips are always welcome," Jonghyun smirked cockily, running his thumb over her bottom lip before clapping her firm backside. She purred in response, giving Jonghyun one last peck on his cheek before she turned around and walked out of the restroom in ridiculous high heels and a preposterous short skirt, swaying her hips from one side to the other.
When the door closed behind her, Kibum felt a lump building in his throat.
He was alone with him.
"Want to continue this fun somewhere else? You seem interesting," Jonghyun said after he zipped up his pants and lit a cigarette, offering it to Kibum with a questioning look, shrugged and took a drag when the younger shook his head no.
"Interesting? I haven’t said anything yet," Kibum hesitated, feeling insecurity rising in the pit of his stomach as Jonghyun started to laugh.
"That’s why. I’m bored of people who praise my voice and looks as soon as they see me. They don’t tell me anything I don’t know yet," Jonghyun joked, breathing thick smoke into Kibum’s face, causing the younger to choke. How much Kibum envied the elder for his confidence. He seemed to take life like a game.
Kibum was aware of the fact Jonghyun wasn’t the most handsome guy on this planet and he was sure Jonghyun knew this as well, but there was something about his charms, the way he acted so confidently and charismatically around others that caused a certain irresistible aura to hover around him.
"Come home with me," Jonghyun said, fingers playing with the hem of Kibum’s t-shirt.
"What?" Kibum blurted out, eyes wide in confusion. He had heard many things from people who Jonghyun had fucked, but not once had one of them mentioned that Jonghyun had taken them home. The chuckle he heard in response made him blush.
"How old are you?" Jonghyun tilted his head, fingers cradling Kibum’s chin in his hand.
"17," Kibum answered quietly, hands diving into his jeans’ pockets. He heard an agreeing grunt coming from Jonghyun’s direction before he felt the elder’s breath close to his ear.
"Illegal things are always so tempting to me. Virgin?"
The blush on Kibum’s face intensified when he shook his head no, his body heating up in the proximity of Jonghyun’s presence.
"Good."
~*~
Kibum didn’t know where to look when they entered Jonghyun’s tiny apartment half an hour later, posters of Western rock bands covering every patch of wall around them. Clothes and garbage, full ashtrays and empty beer bottles towered up on the floor and Kibum had problems to keep his balance and not trip over anything as Jonghyun manoeuvred him to an unmade king-sized bed with black sheets.
The blood in his veins boiled and his breathing was sluggish as Jonghyun pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He didn’t know if he was allowed to feel special that he was going to be fucked by Jonghyun in his flat and not in a dirty restroom, a dark alley or a hotel bed. His mind spun from all the new impressions and his breath hitched when Jonghyun pushed down on him, crotches pressing against each other. Jonghyun’s flat didn’t resemble anything of the things Kibum had imagined. He didn’t know why, but all those myths and rumours had caused him to think that Jonghyun would probably live like a traditional Anne Rice vampire; black walls, candles, ancient art, red and black silk and velvet. He had imagined it to be classic and mysterious and not…full of crap.
"You’re pretty silent," Jonghyun noted between unzipping Kibum’s pants and decorating his neck with bites.
"Sorry," Kibum murmured and arched his back a moment later, eyes falling shut as Jonghyun’s hand disappeared under his underwear, palm pressing against his length. The elder rubbed and touched, taking the hardening length into his hand to give it a few teasing strokes.
"You don’t have any diseases, do you?" he asked, leaning down to push Kibum’s shirt up to reveal his pale tummy. When Kibum shook his head Jonghyun laughed lowly, biting the skin beneath Kibum’s navel.
"Thought so and even if you had I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me, it would lessen the fun, wouldn’t it? No risk no fun, I guess," he smirked, shifting to get rid of Kibum’s shoes, socks, jeans and underwear.
Kibum felt utterly exposed as the elder let his gaze wander over him, seeming to scan every bit of flesh that he was offered. An agreeing grunt left his lips and his painted fingernails scratched along Kibum’s thighs and calves before he leaned down, licking a long wet trail from his left calf up to his hipbone, teeth nibbling on the thin skin spanning over the sharp bone.
"Your skin is as soft and smooth as a baby’s, it’s almost disgusting," Jonghyun commented with a grin as his lips roamed Kibum’s chest, his hands helping him to sit up to dispose of his t-shirt. He grinned and leaned forward when Kibum looked at him insecurely, teeth nibbling on his right ear. “Don’t worry. I love pretty and flawless skin. It’s such a turn on to violate it.”
Kibum shivered when Jonghyun’s breath and words reached him, his heart bumping frantically against his ribcage.
He moaned and tilted his head when Jonghyun bit down into his neck, sucking on his skin, the pain causing Kibum to frown and pull his bottom lip between his teeth.
It was a good pain, a pain that made him feel hot and dizzy, one that made him feel alive and wanted.
"Give me more of that," Jonghyun breathed against his skin, licking along his jaw up to Kibum’s mouth.
"Of what?"
"Your moans."
Jonghyun bit into his lip then, breaking the surface and tasting a drop of blood while Kibum had trouble to think coherently. His fingers clawed into the sheets beneath him and his whole body shuddered under Jonghyun’s ministration. When the elder invaded his mouth again Kibum instantly kissed back, tasting the metallic taste of his own blood on Jonghyun’s tongue. Jonghyun pushed him down, taking both his writs into a firm grip and pulling them above his head.
"I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of rumours about me, haven’t you?" Jonghyun whispered seductively, placing kisses and teasing licks along the pit of Kibum’s arm and over his biceps. "Believe me, none of them are true…well, except for one maybe," he added with a grin and Kibum heard a click, his eyes immediately shooting open to discover a pair of metal handcuffs connecting him to the frame of Jonghyun’s bed. "I really do like to play dirty."
Kibum swallowed, lots of thoughts racing in his mind. As much as this submissive position turned him on, he wasn’t completely sure if he was the right match for someone like Jonghyun. He wanted to believe that he was able to give Jonghyun the pleasure he wanted, the pleasure he needed, but being immobile like he was made things a little more difficult.
He looked up to see Jonghyun’s smiling figure sitting enthroned above him, fingertips drawing lines and circles on his wrists and underarms.
"I will be good to you, though. Don’t want to scare something presumably nice away," he then said with a tiny smirk, eyes roaming over Kibum’s naked chest, fingers sliding across the other’s cheek. The younger shuddered under the gaze and felt himself getting hard again just by the mere sound of Jonghyun’s words. How was it possible for someone to have this kind of effect on him? He didn’t know Jonghyun, he just knew what people had told him, he just knew what he had seen on stage and still the impact he had on him was immense.
When Jonghyun kissed him again, his hands holding on to his face, Kibum arched into the touch in a desperate search for frictions, hips pressing against the singer’s build, fingers clawing into the handcuffs, a muffled moan escaping his lips.
"Do you know what I like most about silent, young and pretty boys like you?" Jonghyun whispered gently, hands pressing Kibum’s hips down. Jonghyun didn’t even wait for a reaction; instead one of his hands glided between Kibum’s legs, nails teasingly scratching along the underside of the other one’s half-hard cock. "They get so easily excited."
~*~
To witness Jonghyun taking off his clothes was something that burnt itself right into Kibum’s memory. His hands felt itchy, because he wanted to touch him as he slowly took off his vest and pulled the wife beater over his head to throw it aside. He wanted to sink his teeth into the shiny, little piercing in Jonghyun’s left nipple, wanted to lick over the words ‘Je ne regrette rien’ which were tattooed in convoluted letters into the skin along his hip, but he couldn’t, because the metal along his wrists kept him in place and it made him frantic. He knew the way Jonghyun wiggled his way out of his tight pants was to tease him and his cock twitched as the singer sat down on his tummy; butt naked except for the leather wristbands around his arms and the single long necklace dangling down his chest. It had a small silver pendant in the shape of a cross. Kibum had to snort secretly. Why did he wear a religious symbol around his neck when the things he did to him were far away from saintly?
"I don’t even know your name, pretty boy," Jonghyun noted as he scratched along Kibum’s sides like a cat, the younger one’s body automatically pressing into the touch.
"It’s Kibum," he uttered, tensed, his chest heaving erratically as Jonghyun’s pelvis rocked above him, his crotch brushing along the singer’s butt.
"A pretty name for a pretty boy, I see." Jonghyun grinned and shifted down, lips hovering over Kibum’s erection with a cocky grin on his lips while his eyes were focussed on the younger one’s face. Kibum’s breath hitched as a pink tongue darted out between plush lips, teasing his tip and he couldn’t control his body as he bucked his hips up, wanting the other to suck him. But all Jonghyun did was laugh before he withdrew his head, hands stroking Kibum’s thighs.
"Kibum, Kibum, don’t you think it should be your turn first?" he laughed and crawled closer again, sitting up and taking his limp penis into his hand. Even though Kibum knew what Jonghyun had in mind he hesitated at first, looking up at the elder with big eyes, his arms already hurting from the odd position they were in.
"Don’t be shy," Jonghyun smirked, his free hand stroking Kibum’s hair before he pulled slightly at the strands. Kibum complied then, wetting his lips before he was faced with Jonghyun’s dick.
~*~
Hearing Jonghyun’s grunts made him intensify his suction as Jonghyun leaned over him, one hand still stroking Kibum’s hair and the other placed against the wall behind the bed for support. Kibum had problems not to choke, because he couldn’t use his hands to hold the older in place, saliva dripping down his mouth as Jonghyun pushed into him. He was sure he still tasted the dry spit of the girl in the restroom on Jonghyun, but he tried to push this thought away, looking up at him, following the movement of the cross on the other’s necklace that swung in the air.
"For a 17-year-old you kind of know already how to use that pretty mouth of yours," Jonghyun panted between moans, fingertips clawing violently into Kibum’s hair. Kibum wasn’t sure if he should feel flattered for getting such a compliment by a man like Jonghyun, the only thing he knew was that the erection between his own legs started to get painful.
Jonghyun pulled away under a wet sound a few minutes later, his erection glistening with Kibum’s spit as he leaned back on his heels, little drops of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"Good job," he grinned and pinched Kibum’s nipple with his fingers, causing the younger to howl in pain. Kibum eyes followed the other curiously when Jonghyun stood up from the bed and walked around in the room in search of something. It was sex for the eyes when Kibum’s gaze wandered over Jonghyun’s naked form, body muscular but not bulky, hipbones forming a promising V-line to his crotch and his round, little butt literally screaming to get touched and squeezed.
"Like what you see?" Jonghyun asked when he came back just moments later with a box in his hands, settling down next to Kibum on the bed. The younger blushed slightly, preferring to look at the carton in Jonghyun’s hands instead of at the elder. His eyes widened as he saw the various sex toys in it. He didn’t say anything, though. He just stared at the box, his thighs unconsciously closing. When Jonghyun pulled out a single, purple egg with a cord and a remote control on it, he swallowed.
"This will be fun."
That said Jonghyun crawled down Kibum’s body, spreading his legs again with not much force to move between them. Kibum felt his face reddening as Jonghyun pushed his legs up and to the side, exposing the little, twitching hole between his butt cheeks.
"Don’t worry, that little vibrator isn’t meant for you," Jonghyun grinned, both hands holding Kibum’s thighs as he started to kiss his buttocks, tongue gliding between the crack to play with the wrinkly skin around the younger one’s entrance. The sensation was so enormous that Kibum forgot about Jonghyun’s comment and he moaned loudly as the tongue played with this sensitive area, his fingers clinging into the metal around his arms, making the chains of the handcuffs rustle. The thought that Kim Jonghyun of all people had his tongue in such a private place of his body made Kibum dizzy and he wriggled under the intimate ministration, giving Jonghyun what he wanted to hear…his moans.
As Jonghyun started to massage his balls and his erection with one hand, fingers moving so skilfully around him, Kibum thought he would come right on the spot, his body twitching and shivering under Jonghyun’s touches. This was definitely better than any wet dream he had had of Jonghyun over the past months and he wanted his hands to be free so he could claw his fingertips into the elder’s blond hair and pull at it.
Unfortunately the tongue was gone again all too soon and so was this glorious hand that had made the blood boil in his veins, leaving Kibum in a mess of sensations, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He watched with hooded eyes as Jonghyun took a bottle of lube and generously lubricated the egg with it, his cock pulsating as Jonghyun spread his legs widely in front of him, the egg slowly disappearing between his buttocks as he pushed it inside with his fingers. Kibum couldn’t stop staring as a low buzzing sound was heard a little later and a satisfied moan left Jonghyun’s lips, his head thrown back, Adam’s apple and veins sticking out under the tanned skin of his neck.
"You know, it feels so fucking incredible when that egg vibrates in your ass while you’re fucking someone," he smirked and smoothly slid onto Kibum’s body, erections brushing against each other on the way. Kibum moaned and arched his back to meet Jonghyun’s chest, his lips parting as the singer searched them for another kiss.
"Unfasten me," he breathed between licks and bites and moved his hips against Jonghyun’s to create more body contact. He heard the other chuckle against his mouth and hissed as Jonghyun bit into his bottom lip yet again, pulling at his skin with a growl.
"Why should I?"
There were more bites spread on his neck and collarbones, every single one of them making sure to leave red marks on his body. Kibum liked that, because the marks would remind him for the next few days that he had really been naked in Jonghyun’s bed and that the pleasure he felt wasn’t his imagination but reality.
"I want to touch you."
He knew that he sounded desperate, but he wasn’t sure if he ever got the chance to have sex with Jonghyun again, so he wanted to be certain to get as much out of his current situation as possible.
"I’m not sure if I want you to touch me. Actually, I’m really intrigued by the fact that you’re lying beneath me so helplessly with your pretty face and your lanky body," Jonghyun whispered into his ear, licking the shell afterwards, his hands stroking the other’s arms. Kibum’s body shook as Jonghyun pressed harder down on him, showing him how hard both of them were.
"Please."
"Oh, do we start to beg?"
Jonghyun caressed Kibum’s face with one hand as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck with a victorious smile.
"Please, let me touch you," Kibum repeated silently, voice hoarse from the lack of usage.
A playful sigh left Jonghyun’s lips then and soon Kibum felt the weight of his arms as they fell slack and heavy on the mattress next to him.
"What a shame. I will never be able to resist a begging ‘Please’ coming from such pouty lips. In the end I’m softer than I look," he explained with a mischievous grin, sitting up as Kibum patted his hurting wrists, eyes fixed on Jonghyun.
He didn’t know if a groupie acted that way he did or if a ‘rock star’ acted the way Jonghyun did. He wasn’t even sure if he could call himself a groupie at all or if he was just a fling, a random one night stand. He once had read a book by Pamela Des Barres who had been a groupie of Frank Zappa during the peak of his career and as far as he knew Zappa had never spent such a big amount of time with playing around. He wasn’t sure why Jonghyun hadn’t fucked him by now. Weren’t intercourse and the urge to satisfy the needs of a celebrity what the role of a groupie was all about?
"Now at least put your hands to good use."
Jonghyun’s comment brought him back to reality and he wished that he wasn’t the typical groupie, that he was indeed something special and not just a fuck when he saw the playful gleam in the other’s eyes.
~*~
Kibum buried the nails of one hand into Jonghyun’s back as the older thrust into him, the other holding the remote control that regulated the intensity of vibration of the egg. He liked to have this kind of power, to control the volume of Jonghyun’s moans with a simple switch of his thumb, making the other shudder above him as he rocked into him.
The intrusion strained at first, because Kibum didn’t have sex that often, but he got used to Jonghyun’s size pretty quickly, moving against him, his breathy moans swallowed by the elder’s lips.
Jonghyun felt so good inside him and he held tightly to the elder’s back as he pressed against him in a fast and hard rhythm. The singer held his thighs, almost pushing them completely down next to Kibum’s body on the mattress. It was uncomfortable and arousing at the same time, even though the position made it harder for him to breathe.
The pendant of Jonghyun’s necklace brushed over his heated skin and the silver felt cool against his chest, creating goose bumps on his body. Kibum’s hand roamed the other’s back, memorising every muscle, ever patch of skin on its way. He stroked along the spine down to his butt, grabbing and kneading it.
It felt so perfectly round in his hand.
When Jonghyun suddenly turned them over and he found himself lying on the singer he stiffened, hands supporting his weight on Jonghyun’s shoulders.
"Come on, ride me."
The way Jonghyun pronounced those simple words so obscenely made Kibum’s already flushed face blush even further and he sat up a little, testing the waters as he started to move his hips slowly, Jonghyun’s cock hitting him in a different angle than before.
Jonghyun held his hips tightly, looking up at him with a smirk when Kibum got a hang of the motion and started to bounce up and down in the other’s lap. The remote still securely placed in his hands, Kibum changed the vibration of the egg, causing Jonghyun to buck his hips up with a startled moan.
"Tease," Jonghyun hissed between clenched teeth, but couldn’t suppress a grin as Kibum batted his lashes at him and leaned down to press his nose against Jonghyun’s.
"That’s rich, coming from you," he breathed, lips wandering to Jonghyun’s neck to taste and smell him. He loved the musky scent of Jonghyun’s skin which was enriched with the intriguing essence of fresh sweat. His tongue darted out to take a few licks, slowly gliding over to Jonghyun’s pierced nipple, playing with the little silvery balls on each side of the brown, little hard nub. The metal clinked against his teeth as he engulfed it with his lips, sucking on it and making Jonghyun arch his back into the touch.
He felt connected to Jonghyun in this moment, not just physically but mentally and it made his heart painfully clench to know that in the end he would be just one of many fucks for Jonghyun. Maybe Jonghyun was a mere obsession of his, a nice thought he could jerk off to when he was stressed from school, but he couldn’t suppress the thought that the singer could become so much more…if just…
Kibum got distracted as Jonghyun started to thrust into him from beneath, his arms giving in and his body falling slack on the other with a load moan.
"Get up," Jonghyun whispered suddenly and stopped his movements. Kibum looked at him with a frown, back and chest slick with sweat. He licked his dry lips as Jonghyun looked at him with that cocky, almost arrogant looking smirk of his.
"I want to fuck you on your knees."
~*~
Being fucked from behind felt incredible and Jonghyun made the feeling even better when he dragged Kibum up by his elbows, pulling him against his chest, the younger one’s body quivering as Jonghyun pushed into him with all he got.
“I have to admit you’re really something, Kibum," Jonghyun muttered into his ear, his voice shaking from the effort of holding the younger into place with his hands settled on his thighs, fucking him. Kibum turned his head then, facing the other with glazed eyes as he searched his lips for another kiss. It felt right to kiss Jonghyun. It sounded strange to feel that way with a person he just knew from a far distance, but he couldn’t change it. It felt right…like it was supposed to be that way.
When Jonghyun pushed him forward on his arms again Kibum gasped, turning the switch on the remote to the highest level as one of Jonghyun’s hands moved around his waist and started to jerk him off.
The pleasure that rushed through his veins as Kibum’s orgasm washed over him was something that he hadn’t experienced before and he sunk down on his elbows, mouth ajar, his muscles spasming as Jonghyun milked him with his fingers, using the right amount of pressure to make the feeling of his climax last as long as possible.
His body fell limp afterwards, his breathing faltering. He didn’t struggle when Jonghyun turned him over onto his back with ease and pulled one of his legs up to place it over his shoulder, entering him with one swift push of his hips. Kibum closed his eyes and he let out a hiss, being oversensitive after his orgasm. The remote fell from his hands as he clawed his fingertips into the sheets under him to distract him from the uncomfortable feeling, his body shifting on the mattress as Jonghyun pounded almost frantically into him to reach his own peak.
It didn’t take long and Kibum moaned when Jonghyun came with a low grunt, his last thrusts hard and slow as he rode out his orgasm, his hand holding tightly onto Kibum’s legs. When he pulled out of Kibum’s body a little later the younger made a dissatisfied sound, his eyes following Jonghyun as the elder got rid off the condom into which he made a knot before he threw it into a bin in the near of his bed. With a low hum he then slowly pulled out the still vibrating egg out of his body to turn it off and to place it onto the ground,
When Jonghyun lay down beside him a minute later and lit a cigarette Kibum felt very naked and awkward all of a sudden. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. Should he stand up and leave silently like a good groupie would do after their job was done? He nibbled insecurely on his bottom lip, slowly sliding over to the edge of the bed to scan the room for his clothes when the tone of a warm, husky voice held him back.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
"Uhm…home?" Kibum answered timidly, eyes finding his underwear on a pile of CDs.
"Stay."
There wasn’t any sign of insecurity or hesitation in Jonghyun’s voice and the commanding tone made Kibum’s heart immediately beat faster. He had hoped to hear that word. He had hoped that Jonghyun would ask him to stay even though it posed new questions.
"Why? The whole rock star fucks groupie thing is supposed to be limited to sex, isn’t it?"
As he heard Jonghyun laugh he turned his head, seeing the older leaning relaxed against the headboard of his bed with a smile on his lips, the cigarette securely placed between his fingers.
"Groupie? So, the pretty 17-year-old boy named Kibum is a groupie?"
There was hint of sarcasm ringing in Jonghyun’s voice but Kibum ignored that and turned his head back to face the wall in front of him. Apparently they both knew that Kibum wasn’t a groupie, even if he wanted to be one.
"You know… I usually don’t take groupies home with me."
"Then why did you take me home?"
"Because I thought till now that you aren’t one of them."
Kibum huffed, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation. Was he really having this conversation after having awesome sex with his long-term sexual fantasy?
"What’s wrong with being a groupie? You never look unhappy with all the girls and boys hanging off your arms and do as you please."
"Nothing is wrong with them. But they just want to fuck me, because I’m the singer of a band, because I get free booze and free entry to cool parties and not because I am me, Kim Jonghyun."
Even though Kibum could still clearly hear the pure essence of confidence seeping from Jonghyun’s words he raised an eyebrow sceptically, not really sure what to say in response. He knew that behind the cocky attitude there was still a person with feelings, but the way Jonghyun always acted made it hard to believe that he didn’t enjoy the attention he got from everyone around him. Maybe there was still a part left in that rock star act that craved normality, a normal relationship with someone who cared for him and not for the person he was on stage.
"I also don’t know who you are," he said silently after a moment of resignation, his heart hurting from the realisation. It was true. He didn’t know more of Jonghyun than all the others. The only thing he knew was that Jonghyun was a cocky bastard with amazing skills on stage and in bed. But he was sure plenty of groupies had witnessed that too. He wanted to stand up then and grab his underwear when he suddenly heard the rustling of sheets behind him and found himself embraced tightly by a pair of strong arms seconds later.
"Then stay and get to know the real me, Kibum."