Shinee fanfic: Of All the Mistakes in History
Title: Of All the Mistakes In History
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: angst covered by humor.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: strong language. more alcohol & sexual references (smut)
Summary: Key wakes up from another "mistake" -- the best one night stand -- with his best friend.
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: 4/4 (2932 words) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
He never felt better. Speaking for the day, that is.
Never felt as smart as he does now.
“Are you hungry?” Key softly closes the door, followed by the click of a lock (he doesn’t plan on leaving soon anyway.) Jonghyun gives a half-assed shrug, still focused on that notebook. Key simply strolls into the kitchen (because things will fall into place eventually).
Eventually.
When he pulls out the required cooking ware needed, Key’s rolling the plan over in his head. It has to work, but it requires some rather unknowing participation from a certain someone.
Soon he starts to wonder if this would actually work.
Hormones.
That’s how he knows it will.
“Hey, uh,” Jonghyun later turns up in the kitchen, a hand in his pocket; the other absentmindedly fiddling with his own earring. “I didn’t mean-- I’m… sorry about earlier.” It’s game on -- too bad Jonghyun doesn’t know that.
Key hums in response.
“We really should talk about this,” Jonghyun goes on.
Adds something to the contents of the pot as Jonghyun sets down at the table. “I tried that already,” the words slide off his tongue, before the now-silent laughter could catch to his voice.
“Seriously--”
“--I was serious too.”
Silence once again starts to pitch up a tent between them.
Wooden chair legs screech on white linoleum as Jonghyun rises. Key ignores him as he stands close to his side, neck craned around Key’s shoulder, brown eyes glaring. “Don’t fuck with me, Kibum.”
“Heh,” Key spares him a smug glance. “Did that too.”
Jonghyun uses a hand to turn Key halfway around, face-to-face, it clenching in the grey fabric of Key’s shirt. “Quit being a bitch.”
Everything is set. He just needs a greater spark of anger to fly.
Key looks at him through his bangs -- eyes screaming mischief -- the smirk he’d been holding back flitting across his face. “I wonder who‘s really the bitch,” he remarks, “because, if the hopeless, horny dog you were last ni--”
Before he could completely register exactly what happens, Key takes a set of knuckle to the cheek. When he does, Jonghyun -- intending to make that two -- forgets that although Key is taller than him, Key has the leaner, slightly smaller build, which allows him to dart out of the way and shove Jonghyun to the floor.
Jonghyun finds himself pinned. “Aw, ‘Hyunnie having a temper tantrum?” But he manages to wipe that arrogant look off Key’s face by freeing his hands, forcing Key off; sending him crashing into the table leg.
However, Key is ready for this. He basically planned this.
Already, he forgets about Key’s swiftness again, because there’s a kick to his chest and Key lands a blow of his own to Jonghyun’s nose, restraining him against the floor again. He succeeds in snagging his fingers in Key’s hair; basic intentions with that small victory become unsuccessful in an instant, though.
But, disregarding the small stream of blood starting to poke out of Jonghyun’s left nostril (and the trail dribbling down his own temple), Key grabs fistfuls of his hopeless, horny little puppy’s shirt and crushes his mouth to Jonghyun‘s.
Perhaps Jonghyun could have put up more of a resistance, but abruptly, the thrashing ceases and the fingers tangled in Key’s hair (probably to rip it from the scalp) relax.
And everything tastes like Jonghyun.
When he breaks the kiss, detangles Jonghyun’s hand from his tresses to stand, Key never expects Jonghyun to follow his movements. Key doesn’t even consider the possibility of Jonghyun’s hands wiping the blood from his temple, cradling either side of his face, lips on his in the most tender way of tender.
Gentle buzzing of his nerves set aside as a thumb brushes over a darkening cheek. He winces -- that fucking hurts -- and the pain soon becomes trivial as Key subconsciously allows himself to be tugged in the general direction of the bedroom (he‘s pushing that way, too). And he declares the plan is successful.
He feels rather than hears the door shut, and when his back is pressed against the cool surface, his mind runs rampant and nerve endings all but sizzle as Jonghyun’s lips meet the smooth skin of his neck. Nips and more kisses, that cursed mouth travels to the shell of his ear and Key briefly loses his self control, moaning outright. Almost drowning, and this time, it’s not the alcohol.
“Slut,” Jonghyun chuckles, pressing closer to him; the rumbling of his chest rewarding him with a low groan from Key. “A pretty little slut.” Who’s been wanting this all along.
“Mm,” Key’s hands disappear under Jonghyun’s shirt, nimble fingers earning a gasp from him. He flips their positions -- Jonghyun’s back is on the door now, Key’s knee between his legs, pressing closer to his crotch. Sharp canines are biting at his collarbone, tongue flicking out to lick the minute wounds, square-cut nails raking down his chest. More gasps. Key knows he likes the wild side of him.
Key’s mouth retreats from his collarbone, a hand following to yank at the tail of his shirt. Jonghyun -- lost in the moment, all to happy to oblige -- lifts his arms up, allowing Key to pull the piece of clothing over his head. His mouth goes right back to work; licking and biting, gradually heading downward -- hovering over a nipple, breath teasing, tongue swirling around the pebbled skin. Further -- his tongue slowly tracing the gentle contours of Jonghyun’s stomach muscles.
He stops as he reaches the hem of Jonghyun‘s pants, unhurriedly sinking to his knees, slips the button from the hole in the jeans and pinches the golden colored zipper with his teeth. Being as careful and as sexy he can be (that isn‘t difficult), begins to slide it open. Jonghyun looks down at him, watching with excitement -- even if Key was prolonging it.
Key’s fingers gently press against Jonghyun through the boxers, enjoying the sounds that fall from Jonghyun’s lips. “Eager, are we?” He mutters, tugs down the boxers, and takes the head of his length into his mouth. His tongue dabbling at the slit, swirling about the head. Jonghyun is moaning and writhing as Key starts to bob his head, flicking and running the tip of his tongue along the length of his shaft.
“Nnn… K-Kibum,” Jonghyun moans, slides his hand through Key’s hair, fingers lightly pulling at the strands. Key hums in response; the vibrations on his shaft causing Jonghyun to further lose himself in delight.
But he’s rapidly reeled back into reality when Key pulls away, looking up at Jonghyun almost innocently -- the smoldering eyes and a pink tongue darting out to lick his upper lip perfectly contradicting that, though.
Pulling his boxers up, and Key to stand, Jonghyun roughly slams him against the closest wall, pinning him with his body. “You’re a tease,” and silently relishes in the shaky sigh that escapes Key when his lips trace along his jaw line. Then Jonghyun pulls back to glare at him.
A glare that Key finds ridiculously adorable on Jonghyun’s face.
Key starts to laugh but lips pounce on his own, tongue sliding against his and there’s a hand slipping underneath his shirt, fingertips pressing hard against his abdomen. He feels like he’s on fire, upwards, two fingers tweaking, taunting, and teasing a nipple. He’s also doing his best to hold back the moan developing in his throat; but that’s hard to do because another hand is grabbing a hefty fistful of his shirt and Key just about squeals with excitement when he feels himself being forcefully yanked from the wall.
Somehow he manages to lose his shirt before his back collides with the bed. A predatory-looking Jonghyun hovering above him, and judging from the look in his eyes Key is expecting another fierce kiss -- but a mouth comes down on his delicately and Key’s willing to accept that too. He’s on fire and Jonghyun is the firefighter and he’s willing to accept everything.
When hips roll into his, Key fails to choke back a moan. The hands traveling from his forearms to his shoulders forcing that effort out the window. So close, when they exhale, their chests touch and Key wraps a leg around Jonghyun’s waist; preventing the moment when one inhales and that delicious friction is lost. He feels those enchanted (or were they cursed?) hands then proceeding to make their agonizingly slow way down his chest, fingers ghosting, skin whispering over taut nipples, Jonghyun breaking the kiss to nibble at his earlobe.
He all but loses himself when there’s a kiss pressed to the hollow of his neck, teeth lightly grazing his Adam’s apple. “What a way to get into my pants,” he hears Jonghyun whisper against his skin, feels two fingers tugging at a single belt loop.
A seductive grin flits across Key‘s face. “S-stop being so corny.”
In response, Jonghyun cups and palms the growing bulge in the front of Key’s (his) pants, a grin appearing on his face too when Key slightly arches off the bed. He enjoys the gasp that comes from that pretty mouth of Key’s when he sharply jerks the pants off, resumes palming him through the material of his boxers.
The long, breathy moan that escapes from his throat when Jonghyun reaches into his boxers and wraps his fingers around Key’s member causes Jonghyun’s smirk to widen. His hand starts pumping languidly, thumb smearing precum, kissing down the median of Key’s chest, growing harder at the sounds coming from the back of his throat. Sweat glistening on nearly every part of Key’s body, causing his bangs to stick to his forehead, eyes half-lidded and darkened with want -- nothing short of a gorgeous sight. All that and more as Jonghyun tugs down his boxers (manages to wiggle out of his own pants and boxers too), his breath and mouth encasing the head of Key. The mangled cry that tumbles out of his mouth is just the icing on the cake.
Pleasing Key -- the moans, mewls, incoherent sentences blatantly showing his appreciation. Once Jonghyun’s name falls from his lips, that’s when he decides to stop and lets Key slip from his mouth and feels and kisses his way back up Key’s body (because he knows how to be a tease too). There’s a snarl and the protesting begins -- a couple fingers held up to Key’s lips to stop that. And when Key does realize what exactly Jonghyun is--
“Hell no,” and swats his hand away.
Jonghyun frowns, forehead creasing. “You don’t want--?”
“--I’m not doing this with spit!”
He reaches under the bed, rummages a bit, then pulls out some brand of lotion. Turning back to Jonghyun he smirks one of those I-know-I’m-a-Sex-God-smirks. “Am I that hot?” Jonghyun gives him a look between a yes and a huh, leaning into the touch of Key massaging his scalp. “Your nose is bleeding again,” Key offers as an explanation and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the thin stream away.
Pushing himself further onto the bed, until his back touches a group of pillows -- he relishes in the heavy scent in the air (indescribable, it’s all them). His eyes savor the way Jonghyun crawls towards him, slowly, sexy, confident. It reminds him of predator-and-prey; Jonghyun is the predator but Key isn’t the prey -- he’s the prize.
A kiss defies the looks once more, lips on his again in another show of gentle affection and a lotion covered finger touching his entrance. It enters, quickly followed by a second and the scissoring motion leaves him groaning in discomfort. He’s moaning -- there’s a tongue traveling from his bellybutton, teeth grazing over a nipple, to his shoulder, feels the fingers withdrawing, Jonghyun starting to settle between his legs. Key’s anticipating.
Key feels the lubricated tip probing at his entrance, the head swiftly pushing past the ring of muscle and soon a burning trail of pain is shooting through his veins as Jonghyun sinks deeper. He’s on the verge of screaming. It hurts.
Jonghyun stills when he realizes that the reactions from Key are negative and he pulls back just enough to see that Key is perspiring loads and his breathing is irregular. And, he’s in pain. “Kibum-- I--” Jonghyun traces Key’s jaw line with his fingertips, placing feathery soft kisses along his neck. “I’m sorry.”
There’s a piercing glare, “I-- I’m going to k-kill you,” Key hisses through clenched teeth. Jonghyun winces as fingernails dig into the flesh of his forearm. Wiggles his hips in response, lips curling into a smirk when Key lets loose a deep moan.
“You like that?” He pulls out a bit and releases a small moan of his own as silken walls draw him back in.
The pain etched in Key’s face slowly smoothes away, Jonghyun burying his face in the crook of Key’s neck, licking at the collected sweat on his skin, an unhurried rhythm being set. The thrusts deepen and grow in pace -- fingernails once threatening to draw blood relaxing as their sounds of bliss fill the room. Pretty soon Key’s mind has flown somewhere; up above the clouds, past heaven as Jonghyun strikes his sweet spot again. Key is completely gone, out of this world, Jonghyun close behind him, kissing and licking at the exposed skin of his chest. Nothing short of lost in this sea of delight (and again, it’s not the alcohol this time.)
And when his mind’s altitude lowers a bit to allow his sense to tell him that he’s close to the edge, that he’s falling over of the edge, Key is at his climax and before he can even fully register it he’s moaning his release.
Jonghyun is right there with him.
Much later, after they’re cleaned up and tucked underneath the sheets for bed, there’s silence once more and loose ends are still not tied correctly.
While laying on his back, Key contemplates letting sleep takeover and setting everything to be resolved the next day. But Key’s mind is going through a thousand processes a second and his chest feels heavy with the burdens of everything he wants to say and sleep just can’t seem to come. Something needs to happen now.
“Jonghyun,” and he feels it’s a replay from last night. The arm that lazily drapes around his waist tells Key that he’s listening -- that maybe he even understands the topic at hand too. “You’ve loved me since forever, huh?” Then he feels Jonghyun’s body stiffen.
Key knows that it’s a question more than a reaction. “I was awake,” he says and laces his fingers with those of the hand of the arm halfway around his waist. “We’re both guys and I don’t know--”
“I never said I was gay. But it’s just… different when I’m around you.” Jonghyun sharply interrupts.
“I know,” Key says (even though he really doesn’t know), “I know. It’s just that…”
“What?”
“It’s just that,” he drifts off, sighing in frustration. “Jonghyun, I just don’t think love exists.” Or that he just doesn’t deserve it -- but Key doesn’t say that.
Then there’s that goddamn silence again. It sits between them in the middle of comfortable and uneasy this time.
After about eternity and a half -- when Key feels Jonghyun give his hand a slight squeeze -- he has to swallow the lump in his throat and find his voice again. “I know it sounds heartless,” he realizes his voice sounds distant and pathetic, “but I don’t know if I can accept it. I said it before, I want to be friends and all but what happens if--?”
He’s cut off when Jonghyun moves to rest his head on his chest -- an ear placed right above Key’s heart (it skips a beat.) “Kibum,” Key hears him whisper. “Who does your heart beat for?”
He opens his mouth to answer…
Me.
My mother.
Any person who supports me.
You.
And auto-pilot kicks in. “… I don’t know.”
By the next morning Key is nursing a bruised cheek (and some smaller bruises… the acquisition of such proved to be quite pleasant) and there’s some sort of American-brand band-aid plastered to the side of his head.
He manages to live through the laments of Jonghyun the earlier half of the morning (something about how his nose was slightly crooked and he would lose popularity with the noonas.) But Key convinces himself he had it coming -- and that’s half true, anyway. And his thoughts drift back to the previous night, and quite honestly -- in all truth -- Key’s expecting everything to further drift down the wrong way.
Hours later, when they’re joined in the living room by guests and forced to explain the bruise on his face and Jonghyun’s slightly crooked nose, does Key really get to think.
Taemin notices the various markings layering Jonghyun’s collarbone and neck, and repeatedly pesters Jonghyun about them (lots of things like “Hyung, what’s this?” and “But Jonghyun-hyung, you never answered.”) With the glares from Jonghyun shot his way and Minho and Onew starting to get suspicious, Key seriously starts to consider this overly successful.
Who the hell was he kidding? This was probably the best one night stand, the best mistake of his life. That in itself was a lot to say, but ignoring the truth can get pretty hard too.
Alright, bullshitting aside -- so he’s starting to think love just might exist.
Then he counters another of Jonghyun’s glares with a smirk.
Maybe.
A/N: a little late, i know, but we've been getting storm warnings all week and I got this new badass camera and i've been taking pictures of the storms (yes, when it's pouring rain, thundering and lightning, 40 mph winds, but i'm crazy anyway so don't fret). BUT, here's jongkey smut/happy-ish ending dedicated to all you jongkey fans out there. <3 you have no excuse to kill me now. ;D
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: angst covered by humor.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: strong language. more alcohol & sexual references (smut)
Summary: Key wakes up from another "mistake" -- the best one night stand -- with his best friend.
Disclaimer: the guys belong to SM.
Length: 4/4 (2932 words) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
He never felt better. Speaking for the day, that is.
Never felt as smart as he does now.
“Are you hungry?” Key softly closes the door, followed by the click of a lock (he doesn’t plan on leaving soon anyway.) Jonghyun gives a half-assed shrug, still focused on that notebook. Key simply strolls into the kitchen (because things will fall into place eventually).
Eventually.
When he pulls out the required cooking ware needed, Key’s rolling the plan over in his head. It has to work, but it requires some rather unknowing participation from a certain someone.
Soon he starts to wonder if this would actually work.
Hormones.
That’s how he knows it will.
“Hey, uh,” Jonghyun later turns up in the kitchen, a hand in his pocket; the other absentmindedly fiddling with his own earring. “I didn’t mean-- I’m… sorry about earlier.” It’s game on -- too bad Jonghyun doesn’t know that.
Key hums in response.
“We really should talk about this,” Jonghyun goes on.
Adds something to the contents of the pot as Jonghyun sets down at the table. “I tried that already,” the words slide off his tongue, before the now-silent laughter could catch to his voice.
“Seriously--”
“--I was serious too.”
Silence once again starts to pitch up a tent between them.
Wooden chair legs screech on white linoleum as Jonghyun rises. Key ignores him as he stands close to his side, neck craned around Key’s shoulder, brown eyes glaring. “Don’t fuck with me, Kibum.”
“Heh,” Key spares him a smug glance. “Did that too.”
Jonghyun uses a hand to turn Key halfway around, face-to-face, it clenching in the grey fabric of Key’s shirt. “Quit being a bitch.”
Everything is set. He just needs a greater spark of anger to fly.
Key looks at him through his bangs -- eyes screaming mischief -- the smirk he’d been holding back flitting across his face. “I wonder who‘s really the bitch,” he remarks, “because, if the hopeless, horny dog you were last ni--”
Before he could completely register exactly what happens, Key takes a set of knuckle to the cheek. When he does, Jonghyun -- intending to make that two -- forgets that although Key is taller than him, Key has the leaner, slightly smaller build, which allows him to dart out of the way and shove Jonghyun to the floor.
Jonghyun finds himself pinned. “Aw, ‘Hyunnie having a temper tantrum?” But he manages to wipe that arrogant look off Key’s face by freeing his hands, forcing Key off; sending him crashing into the table leg.
However, Key is ready for this. He basically planned this.
Already, he forgets about Key’s swiftness again, because there’s a kick to his chest and Key lands a blow of his own to Jonghyun’s nose, restraining him against the floor again. He succeeds in snagging his fingers in Key’s hair; basic intentions with that small victory become unsuccessful in an instant, though.
But, disregarding the small stream of blood starting to poke out of Jonghyun’s left nostril (and the trail dribbling down his own temple), Key grabs fistfuls of his hopeless, horny little puppy’s shirt and crushes his mouth to Jonghyun‘s.
Perhaps Jonghyun could have put up more of a resistance, but abruptly, the thrashing ceases and the fingers tangled in Key’s hair (probably to rip it from the scalp) relax.
And everything tastes like Jonghyun.
When he breaks the kiss, detangles Jonghyun’s hand from his tresses to stand, Key never expects Jonghyun to follow his movements. Key doesn’t even consider the possibility of Jonghyun’s hands wiping the blood from his temple, cradling either side of his face, lips on his in the most tender way of tender.
Gentle buzzing of his nerves set aside as a thumb brushes over a darkening cheek. He winces -- that fucking hurts -- and the pain soon becomes trivial as Key subconsciously allows himself to be tugged in the general direction of the bedroom (he‘s pushing that way, too). And he declares the plan is successful.
He feels rather than hears the door shut, and when his back is pressed against the cool surface, his mind runs rampant and nerve endings all but sizzle as Jonghyun’s lips meet the smooth skin of his neck. Nips and more kisses, that cursed mouth travels to the shell of his ear and Key briefly loses his self control, moaning outright. Almost drowning, and this time, it’s not the alcohol.
“Slut,” Jonghyun chuckles, pressing closer to him; the rumbling of his chest rewarding him with a low groan from Key. “A pretty little slut.” Who’s been wanting this all along.
“Mm,” Key’s hands disappear under Jonghyun’s shirt, nimble fingers earning a gasp from him. He flips their positions -- Jonghyun’s back is on the door now, Key’s knee between his legs, pressing closer to his crotch. Sharp canines are biting at his collarbone, tongue flicking out to lick the minute wounds, square-cut nails raking down his chest. More gasps. Key knows he likes the wild side of him.
Key’s mouth retreats from his collarbone, a hand following to yank at the tail of his shirt. Jonghyun -- lost in the moment, all to happy to oblige -- lifts his arms up, allowing Key to pull the piece of clothing over his head. His mouth goes right back to work; licking and biting, gradually heading downward -- hovering over a nipple, breath teasing, tongue swirling around the pebbled skin. Further -- his tongue slowly tracing the gentle contours of Jonghyun’s stomach muscles.
He stops as he reaches the hem of Jonghyun‘s pants, unhurriedly sinking to his knees, slips the button from the hole in the jeans and pinches the golden colored zipper with his teeth. Being as careful and as sexy he can be (that isn‘t difficult), begins to slide it open. Jonghyun looks down at him, watching with excitement -- even if Key was prolonging it.
Key’s fingers gently press against Jonghyun through the boxers, enjoying the sounds that fall from Jonghyun’s lips. “Eager, are we?” He mutters, tugs down the boxers, and takes the head of his length into his mouth. His tongue dabbling at the slit, swirling about the head. Jonghyun is moaning and writhing as Key starts to bob his head, flicking and running the tip of his tongue along the length of his shaft.
“Nnn… K-Kibum,” Jonghyun moans, slides his hand through Key’s hair, fingers lightly pulling at the strands. Key hums in response; the vibrations on his shaft causing Jonghyun to further lose himself in delight.
But he’s rapidly reeled back into reality when Key pulls away, looking up at Jonghyun almost innocently -- the smoldering eyes and a pink tongue darting out to lick his upper lip perfectly contradicting that, though.
Pulling his boxers up, and Key to stand, Jonghyun roughly slams him against the closest wall, pinning him with his body. “You’re a tease,” and silently relishes in the shaky sigh that escapes Key when his lips trace along his jaw line. Then Jonghyun pulls back to glare at him.
A glare that Key finds ridiculously adorable on Jonghyun’s face.
Key starts to laugh but lips pounce on his own, tongue sliding against his and there’s a hand slipping underneath his shirt, fingertips pressing hard against his abdomen. He feels like he’s on fire, upwards, two fingers tweaking, taunting, and teasing a nipple. He’s also doing his best to hold back the moan developing in his throat; but that’s hard to do because another hand is grabbing a hefty fistful of his shirt and Key just about squeals with excitement when he feels himself being forcefully yanked from the wall.
Somehow he manages to lose his shirt before his back collides with the bed. A predatory-looking Jonghyun hovering above him, and judging from the look in his eyes Key is expecting another fierce kiss -- but a mouth comes down on his delicately and Key’s willing to accept that too. He’s on fire and Jonghyun is the firefighter and he’s willing to accept everything.
When hips roll into his, Key fails to choke back a moan. The hands traveling from his forearms to his shoulders forcing that effort out the window. So close, when they exhale, their chests touch and Key wraps a leg around Jonghyun’s waist; preventing the moment when one inhales and that delicious friction is lost. He feels those enchanted (or were they cursed?) hands then proceeding to make their agonizingly slow way down his chest, fingers ghosting, skin whispering over taut nipples, Jonghyun breaking the kiss to nibble at his earlobe.
He all but loses himself when there’s a kiss pressed to the hollow of his neck, teeth lightly grazing his Adam’s apple. “What a way to get into my pants,” he hears Jonghyun whisper against his skin, feels two fingers tugging at a single belt loop.
A seductive grin flits across Key‘s face. “S-stop being so corny.”
In response, Jonghyun cups and palms the growing bulge in the front of Key’s (his) pants, a grin appearing on his face too when Key slightly arches off the bed. He enjoys the gasp that comes from that pretty mouth of Key’s when he sharply jerks the pants off, resumes palming him through the material of his boxers.
The long, breathy moan that escapes from his throat when Jonghyun reaches into his boxers and wraps his fingers around Key’s member causes Jonghyun’s smirk to widen. His hand starts pumping languidly, thumb smearing precum, kissing down the median of Key’s chest, growing harder at the sounds coming from the back of his throat. Sweat glistening on nearly every part of Key’s body, causing his bangs to stick to his forehead, eyes half-lidded and darkened with want -- nothing short of a gorgeous sight. All that and more as Jonghyun tugs down his boxers (manages to wiggle out of his own pants and boxers too), his breath and mouth encasing the head of Key. The mangled cry that tumbles out of his mouth is just the icing on the cake.
Pleasing Key -- the moans, mewls, incoherent sentences blatantly showing his appreciation. Once Jonghyun’s name falls from his lips, that’s when he decides to stop and lets Key slip from his mouth and feels and kisses his way back up Key’s body (because he knows how to be a tease too). There’s a snarl and the protesting begins -- a couple fingers held up to Key’s lips to stop that. And when Key does realize what exactly Jonghyun is--
“Hell no,” and swats his hand away.
Jonghyun frowns, forehead creasing. “You don’t want--?”
“--I’m not doing this with spit!”
He reaches under the bed, rummages a bit, then pulls out some brand of lotion. Turning back to Jonghyun he smirks one of those I-know-I’m-a-Sex-God-smirks. “Am I that hot?” Jonghyun gives him a look between a yes and a huh, leaning into the touch of Key massaging his scalp. “Your nose is bleeding again,” Key offers as an explanation and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe the thin stream away.
Pushing himself further onto the bed, until his back touches a group of pillows -- he relishes in the heavy scent in the air (indescribable, it’s all them). His eyes savor the way Jonghyun crawls towards him, slowly, sexy, confident. It reminds him of predator-and-prey; Jonghyun is the predator but Key isn’t the prey -- he’s the prize.
A kiss defies the looks once more, lips on his again in another show of gentle affection and a lotion covered finger touching his entrance. It enters, quickly followed by a second and the scissoring motion leaves him groaning in discomfort. He’s moaning -- there’s a tongue traveling from his bellybutton, teeth grazing over a nipple, to his shoulder, feels the fingers withdrawing, Jonghyun starting to settle between his legs. Key’s anticipating.
Key feels the lubricated tip probing at his entrance, the head swiftly pushing past the ring of muscle and soon a burning trail of pain is shooting through his veins as Jonghyun sinks deeper. He’s on the verge of screaming. It hurts.
Jonghyun stills when he realizes that the reactions from Key are negative and he pulls back just enough to see that Key is perspiring loads and his breathing is irregular. And, he’s in pain. “Kibum-- I--” Jonghyun traces Key’s jaw line with his fingertips, placing feathery soft kisses along his neck. “I’m sorry.”
There’s a piercing glare, “I-- I’m going to k-kill you,” Key hisses through clenched teeth. Jonghyun winces as fingernails dig into the flesh of his forearm. Wiggles his hips in response, lips curling into a smirk when Key lets loose a deep moan.
“You like that?” He pulls out a bit and releases a small moan of his own as silken walls draw him back in.
The pain etched in Key’s face slowly smoothes away, Jonghyun burying his face in the crook of Key’s neck, licking at the collected sweat on his skin, an unhurried rhythm being set. The thrusts deepen and grow in pace -- fingernails once threatening to draw blood relaxing as their sounds of bliss fill the room. Pretty soon Key’s mind has flown somewhere; up above the clouds, past heaven as Jonghyun strikes his sweet spot again. Key is completely gone, out of this world, Jonghyun close behind him, kissing and licking at the exposed skin of his chest. Nothing short of lost in this sea of delight (and again, it’s not the alcohol this time.)
And when his mind’s altitude lowers a bit to allow his sense to tell him that he’s close to the edge, that he’s falling over of the edge, Key is at his climax and before he can even fully register it he’s moaning his release.
Jonghyun is right there with him.
Much later, after they’re cleaned up and tucked underneath the sheets for bed, there’s silence once more and loose ends are still not tied correctly.
While laying on his back, Key contemplates letting sleep takeover and setting everything to be resolved the next day. But Key’s mind is going through a thousand processes a second and his chest feels heavy with the burdens of everything he wants to say and sleep just can’t seem to come. Something needs to happen now.
“Jonghyun,” and he feels it’s a replay from last night. The arm that lazily drapes around his waist tells Key that he’s listening -- that maybe he even understands the topic at hand too. “You’ve loved me since forever, huh?” Then he feels Jonghyun’s body stiffen.
Key knows that it’s a question more than a reaction. “I was awake,” he says and laces his fingers with those of the hand of the arm halfway around his waist. “We’re both guys and I don’t know--”
“I never said I was gay. But it’s just… different when I’m around you.” Jonghyun sharply interrupts.
“I know,” Key says (even though he really doesn’t know), “I know. It’s just that…”
“What?”
“It’s just that,” he drifts off, sighing in frustration. “Jonghyun, I just don’t think love exists.” Or that he just doesn’t deserve it -- but Key doesn’t say that.
Then there’s that goddamn silence again. It sits between them in the middle of comfortable and uneasy this time.
After about eternity and a half -- when Key feels Jonghyun give his hand a slight squeeze -- he has to swallow the lump in his throat and find his voice again. “I know it sounds heartless,” he realizes his voice sounds distant and pathetic, “but I don’t know if I can accept it. I said it before, I want to be friends and all but what happens if--?”
He’s cut off when Jonghyun moves to rest his head on his chest -- an ear placed right above Key’s heart (it skips a beat.) “Kibum,” Key hears him whisper. “Who does your heart beat for?”
He opens his mouth to answer…
Me.
My mother.
Any person who supports me.
You.
And auto-pilot kicks in. “… I don’t know.”
By the next morning Key is nursing a bruised cheek (and some smaller bruises… the acquisition of such proved to be quite pleasant) and there’s some sort of American-brand band-aid plastered to the side of his head.
He manages to live through the laments of Jonghyun the earlier half of the morning (something about how his nose was slightly crooked and he would lose popularity with the noonas.) But Key convinces himself he had it coming -- and that’s half true, anyway. And his thoughts drift back to the previous night, and quite honestly -- in all truth -- Key’s expecting everything to further drift down the wrong way.
Hours later, when they’re joined in the living room by guests and forced to explain the bruise on his face and Jonghyun’s slightly crooked nose, does Key really get to think.
Taemin notices the various markings layering Jonghyun’s collarbone and neck, and repeatedly pesters Jonghyun about them (lots of things like “Hyung, what’s this?” and “But Jonghyun-hyung, you never answered.”) With the glares from Jonghyun shot his way and Minho and Onew starting to get suspicious, Key seriously starts to consider this overly successful.
Who the hell was he kidding? This was probably the best one night stand, the best mistake of his life. That in itself was a lot to say, but ignoring the truth can get pretty hard too.
Alright, bullshitting aside -- so he’s starting to think love just might exist.
Then he counters another of Jonghyun’s glares with a smirk.
Maybe.
A/N: a little late, i know, but we've been getting storm warnings all week and I got this new badass camera and i've been taking pictures of the storms (yes, when it's pouring rain, thundering and lightning, 40 mph winds, but i'm crazy anyway so don't fret). BUT, here's jongkey smut/happy-ish ending dedicated to all you jongkey fans out there. <3 you have no excuse to kill me now. ;D