Electric Heart
Title: Electric Heart
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Yeah… took me a while to get to this I keep hitting walls :| Anyway I got sick right as I was writing up the end so it might seem a bit disjointed… seems I’ve gotten sick right after goyangi OOPS.
Blah blah might be typos/errors skip past it and enjoy. :)
Second installment of my 'write a fic for each new song on the new album' thing that I gave... to myself... ORZ
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Key was unattainable.
Even Jonghyun, Key’s best friend, couldn’t capture Key, couldn’t stabilize him or keep him in one place for too long.
Even Taemin, Key’s perfect precious adorable amazing infallible son, couldn’t keep ahold of him.
Even Minho, the complete quiet stoic yin to Key’s loud and boisterous yang, couldn’t mellow him out.
But Jinki was a neutralizer; Key would calm down whenever they were together, Key would get smiley and slightly snarky, that wit would never leave his sharp tongue, and Key would actually be a pleasant person.
Not that he had a shitty personality, there was just something about Jinki that nullified Key’s bitchy attitude, made him act a bit more like the young man he really was rather than a high-class diva.
No one knew how Jinki did it - couldn’t figure out how.
Because all Key did when they were together was either complain about the fact that Jinki was a complete idiot, or maybe that he ate too much at breakfast and Key didn’t make enough to feed SHINee plus Jinki’s three cow-stomachs, or perhaps Key would even just give Jinki a blank stare whenever he made a joke that no one understood, only to reach out and punch the leader in the thigh and give him a Charlie horse.
So when Key came home and Jonghyun and Taemin had wrecked the living room so they could make a fort for Minho to be a King of with his gimp leg, pillows and couch cushions everywhere along with strewn blankets and even crumbs for whatever they had snacked on, everyone scattered, but Jinki? Jinki had come home with Key and took in the living room with a small smile on his face and, almost as if he couldn’t sense the absolute rage spilling from every one of Key’s pores, he put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and puffed his chest out a bit.
“It’s good to see them taking care of Minho like that and making sure he’s not bored while he rests.”
Where Key should have screamed and kicked and dragged both Jonghyun and Taemin by the ear and forced them to clean every inch of his pristine wood floors with their tongues and then hand wash all of the blankets, the rapper merely let a ripple of anger flow through his body like a jolt of electricity before he turned on his heel and stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Jinki was oblivious as the other three members blinked at him with admiration, as he took off his jacket and hung it up on the rack in the hallway and then ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the long locks.
“Have you eaten?” the leader asked as he moved into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a juice box, unwrapping the straw and poking it into the designated hole, his fat lips circling around the thin white straw.
The three members shook their heads dumbly, and Jinki shrugged, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, as he sucked down the apple juice and tossed the carton away, headed towards the bathroom.
“Hyung, Key is in there,” Jonghyun protested immediately, looking like he was about to bolt from his position underneath a precarious tower of cushions.
Jinki turned and blinked, “… So?”
Jonghyun shut his mouth with a click and shook his head, waving his hands and turning around to get further into the fort. Shrugging, the leader knocked on the door once before letting himself in, shutting it behind him as muffled conversation started behind the closed door.
The three in the living room all tilted their heads to the side, and once the bathroom didn’t explode in a fiery inferno of rage and shouts about ‘invading my personal time!!’, they went back to Sir Taemin slaying the Jjong Dragon and King Minho cheering from the sidelines.
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Key didn’t know why or when it had started but as they sat at the table in their kitchen, just umma and appa in the early morning, Key found himself watching Jinki. The leader was reading the morning paper, glasses low on his nose as he sipped the strong java that Key made every morning, and with his crinkled shirt and loose pj pants he almost looked like… like a forty year old man trapped in a twenty year old’s body. It was cute, it was dorky and it was Jinki, as he shifted and squinted at one of the passages, his eyes straying over the lines before focusing again.
Key watched as those fat lips hit the brim of the porcelain mug, parting to sip carefully on the hot liquid, watched as the prominent adam’s apple bobbed as Jinki swallowed. Key was leaning his chin in his hand, elbow propped up on the table as his other hand occasionally brought his own coffee - one sugar and probably one-third milk - to his lips to sip on.
Their mornings were usually spent like this, the rapper and the singer at the kitchen table before everyone else woke up, getting their day started earlier. For Key it was a matter of preparing breakfast and making sure that he could drag all of the members out of bed but for Jinki it was… what was it? He was always up before Key, slumped in his chair, face buried in his arms on the kitchen table. Key would come in, brew that perfect java and Jinki would come back to life as soon as that mug hit the table, sending a sleepy but warm smile to Key as he unfolded the paper that he had laying haphazardly on the table and started reading.
But Jinki never did anything. Like double-check the schedule or make sure the members knew what their roles for the day were, he didn’t call the manager and he didn’t check ahead to make sure that they had transportation everywhere. Leader things, right?
He just dozed until Key brewed him a strong cup of coffee and then caught up on the news.
The whole situation itself was entirely domestic and sometimes it offset Key; it was almost like he was the wife and Jinki was the husband and they were sharing their peaceful morning before the children woke up.
It wasn’t entirely far from the truth but… why was Jinki up so early if all he did was eat and read the paper and drink coffee? They rarely talked, maybe a ‘can I get you more coffee?’ here and a ‘thank you, it’s delicious’ there.
As Key watched Jinki over the top of his newspaper, watched those brows furrow as he still tried to wake himself up because honestly the leader was just not a morning person, the rapper felt his heart soften a bit. This was their time, it was their peaceful alone time together without Jonghyun getting all jealous and ‘he’s my best friend not yours’, without Taemin clinging onto Jinki and asking him to do a puzzle, without Minho… well actually Minho didn’t really obstruct anyone except for Jonghyun whenever the older man wanted something and that was just plain amusing.
“Jinki,” Key said, and he really didn’t use honorifics when talking to Jonghyun and Jinki just because of how close they three specifically were. When Jinki glanced up from his paper and blinked slowly a few times, looking slightly confused as to why Key was speaking to him during their peaceful alone time, Key smiled a bit. “Good morning.”
Jinki’s lips curved up, cupid’s bow stretching as his eyes glittered with warmth and he nodded. “It is.”
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There was something about the way that Jinki moved. He wasn’t the best dancer, but he had charisma and was eager to make sure he did things right - or that they at least looked right. During rehearsal for the recording of the music video he was constantly dancing, constantly practicing because if people thought Jonghyun was insecure about his dancing then they should sit down with Jinki and listen to him bawl and ramble about the fact that even the midget didn’t have two left feet.
It was endearing though because Jinki tried so so very hard to make sure he got everything down, make sure he got it perfect. And even when he didn’t get it perfect, if he didn’t fall on his face or smack someone in the arm or move the left foot instead of the right he was still proud of himself, his smile was still radiant and bright and right now underneath the multi-colored lights of their solo shots, with his eyeliner and navy blue eye shadow, Jinki looked… stunning.
Key couldn’t get the image of Jinki’s pleased face out of his minds’ eye, every time he blinked he saw unnaturally catty eyes, saw the glint in them from the various light props, saw that smooth skin and those toned arms, that silky hair and the small smirk.
It was unsettling but it was under Key’s skin, flowing through his veins and whenever Jinki was near it reminded Key constantly just how good looking their leader was. He covered it up with dorky glasses or weird hats and even sometimes dressed like a retard but it was undeniable that with their new concept, his manliness increased… tenfold? And that shouldn’t have been possible.
With each morning that passed by Key would stare a bit longer, his gaze would linger over the older man’s features, wondering how those puffy cheeks suddenly got so defined, wondering when those eyes got a bit more charismatic and sultry, wondering when Jinki’s arms started to look so good whenever he wore a sleeveless tee.
Yawning, Key ran a hand over his naked face, void of any make-up and his hair free of any product. He was still fresh from his shower the previous night, his hair sticking up in a few random places but nothing too unmanageable. He stared down at his coffee cup, watching the cream mix in with the java, creating soft swirls and patterns even as his spoon left the mug and he lifted it to his lips to take a sip.
“Kibummie.”
Jinki’s voice was low and Key shuddered involuntarily, his body stiffening a bit as the treble ran through his limbs and made his eyes raise, chin tilting up a bit as he looked across the table at Jinki, newspaper folded still, coffee cup untouched.
“Hm?” Key asked, a bit put off that Jinki was out of their normal routine.
This morning along with his coffee Jinki had managed to find a chocolate, chocolate chip muffin, his fingers picking at the treat and bringing it to his lips, some chocolate smearing on his finger tips and on his lips. Key’s eyes flickered down to Jinki’s lips and he wondered if along with this newfound charisma, did Jinki… what? Did Jinki hit on people now? That Star King episode was a disaster, Jinki was way too awkward when it came to seduction but maybe…
“Want some?” Jinki held out a piece of the muffin towards Key.
Maybe Jinki would be the seducer.
Key nodded and he should have just lifted his hand to take the offered food, grabbed it with his fingers but he leaned forward in his seat, elbows on the table as his lips parted and he took the chocolate muffin into his mouth, his lips dragging a bit over the tips of Jinki’s fingers as he sat back and chewed slowly, licking the chocolate from his lips as he sat back in his chair and watched Jinki’s reaction carefully; the leader’s adam’s apple bobbed and his cheeks flushed slightly but other than that there was no sign of sangtae.
At least, he hadn’t fallen out of his chair in shock and that was good, right?
Key lifted a finger to his lips and collected some of the chocolate from his flesh, sucking on the tip of his finger idly as he grabbed the paper and dragged it to his side of the table, flipping it open and letting his eyes scan over the news. He wasn’t actually reading - he couldn’t make out the tiny font without his glasses - but the nonchalant effect was working because he heard a chair scrape on the floor and then the one next to him scraped as well, and he felt Jinki’s presence right next to him.
The leader leaned close to Key, his own air rather nonplussed as he chewed on that muffin, and the sound of his tongue pushing it around in his mouth reached Key’s ears and normally the rapper would have smacked Jinki and told him to get some manners and not to chew in his ear like that but for some reason all he could think of was Jinki’s tongue and how it was working in his mouth, shifting the melting chocolate around, his white teeth getting stained by the dark substance.
Feeling a bit hot under the collar (or lack thereof, seeing as how he was wearing a simple tank top and pj pants), Key shifted slightly away from Jinki to try and calm his nerves. But the leader leaned even closer, his head turning so his nose could brush against Key’s bare shoulder. Key’s skin sang with the contact and his vision definitely was blurry now, nothing making sense and was that a man or a woman in that bus ad? Jinki’s lips followed his nose and they were brushing so lightly over Key’s skin that the rapper would have been sure he was imagining it had he not glanced out of the corner of his eye, watching those plump lips slide over his skin.
“Jinki…” Key breathed out, trying to keep his voice under control. It was so hard though, since he had been noticing the man he spent so much time with more and more, noticing him in ways that he probably shouldn’t have noticed him. “What are you doing?”
“Sharing my chocolate,” Jinki said simply, his voice vibrating through his lips and resonating on Key’s skin, sending tremors and goosebumps in its wake. He pulled back and lifted up another piece of the muffin and Key didn’t even think twice before his lips parted and Jinki pushed the treat between his lips. Key chewed and swallowed but Jinki’s finger trailed over his fleshy lower lip and Key’s eyes flickered unsurely before Jinki’s finger pushed past the barrier and into Key’s mouth.
Really what the hell was Jinki thinking, sticking his finger in Key’s mouth? Well that should have been what Key was thinking but instead his lips were wrapping around that finger and his tongue was laving over it, his body turning to face Jinki as a hand lifted to wrap slender fingers around that strong wrist, holding it in place as suddenly Key’s body was activated, his mind thrown out the window as these suppressed feelings surfaced. He heard Jinki’s breath stutter a bit and his eyes slid shut; Jinki’s other hand moved up to run his fingers over the shaved part of Key’s head, pads running over the fine blond hairs lightly.
Key’s eyes fluttered, the vision of Jinki’s bed head searing into his brain, his hair sticking out in random places and once they got to their schedule it wouldn’t be tamed any different. But Jinki’s eyes, they were hooded and would almost sleepy looking if it weren’t for the fact that they had a burning glaze in them, a hidden fire that was making Key’s own body heat up.
Jinki pulled his finger away from Key’s mouth and Key kept his grip on the leaders’ wrist - they stared at each other for a few seconds, lips parted and chests heaving before they both simultaneously moved forward, lips crashing clumsily yet perfectly together.
Nerves ablaze, Key melted into the kiss and they were standing, they were moving together as their lips meshed and their teeth clanked and tongues tangled and Jinki’s strong hands grabbed onto Key’s hips and lifted him onto the table, jarring the furniture and making their coffee mugs tremble a bit, threatening to tip over and spill. They were ignored in favor of Key wrapping his long legs around Jinki’s slender waist and their groins aligned and all of a sudden their quiet, peaceful alone time was now muffled, frenzied together time.
Jinki leaned forward, his hands on the table and his arms pinning Key in place, not that the rapper was thinking about moving, and a hand moved to grip onto Key’s hip and pull him to the edge of the table. The pj pants the younger was wearing slid easily on the surface and Jinki rolled his hips and this man… this man was absent of sangtae, he wasn’t fumbling and he wasn’t clumsy. He was sure in his movements, he knew exactly what he was doing and he was in complete control and damn he had everyone fooled.
But not Key.
“Jinki,” Key breathed out, hands fluttering over Jinki’s strong, bare biceps before he dropped them and fumbled with the draw string on the older man’s pants, untying it and palming the other’s hardness through the material. Biting his lip, Key knew that he shouldn’t have expected otherwise but the surprised sound that left his lips as he felt up Jinki’s dick just couldn’t be covered and the man chuckled above him, moving his mouth to kiss along Key’s jaw.
“Hm?”
Jinki was teasing and Key hated it, he hated that he loved it as he arched into those touches and continued to roughly palm the others’ cock through his pants. His fingers slipped past the waist band and dipped inside, pleased to find that Jinki wasn’t wearing any underwear; he pulled the pants down a bit more as his finger tips slid over the skin and felt it greedily. Jinki’s lips were occupied on his neck but the olders’ fingers were at Key’s lips and again Key opened without hesitation, the fingers tasting of melted chocolate as they pushed into his mouth, three this time.
He took them all and his own fingers wrapped around Jinki’s dick and they moved in tandem; Jinki would thrust his fingers into Key’s mouth and Key would slide his down onto the older man’s swollen dick. It was a good tempo until Key broke away from the fingers with a whine, need wracking his bones as he leaned back on his hand and wriggled his hips - Jinki got the hint and helped Key get out of his pants and underwear, and the look that raked over the rappers’ body made Key shiver and drop onto his elbows.
“You’re…” Jinki seemed to be lost for words and Key rolled his eyes, the sangtae apparently not completely gone as he spread his legs and his hard cock bounced, Jinki’s eyes zooming in on it. “So beautiful, Kibum…”
Satisfied with those words, Key grabbed the wrist of the hand that was attached to the fingers he had just coated with his spit, guiding it between his legs and lifting a leg to rest his foot on a chair. Jinki followed through with the motion and started to prod gently at Key’s entrance - any thought of discomfort was washed away when Jinki’s lips wrapped around the head of Key’s cock and fuck that was amazing, Jinki was definitely completely in control as his thick lips thinned around the girth and his fingers pushed inside with little discomfort.
Keening, Key’s head dropped back against the table and he let out a soft sigh, the sensation of Jinki’s fat lips sucking his dick into his vacuous throat coupled with the stretch of his muscles making his head swim and his vision blur. Well he hadn’t been wearing his glasses or contacts his morning so seeing clear was sort of a stretch anyhow but now it was worse, or maybe better? Whatever, he didn’t need to see.
His eyes slid shut for the briefest of seconds and Jinki’s mouth trailed lower, the rapper feeling a warm, slick wetness sliding down his shaft and over his balls and towards his entrance where Jinki’s fingers were pressing and prodding and the thought that he literally had Jinki salivating at the mouth was just perfect and almost too much to handle. He had never had sex before, and this had been his first kiss (he didn’t count that one time Jonghyun snuck into his bed and was being a jackass when he greeted him the following morning) and his first experience ever really but he was glad it was with Jinki.
The leader was familiar, he was comfortable, he was charming and sweet and a gentleman and the type of guy that you’d bring home to your parents. He was that kind of guy and Key liked that kind of guy… He liked Jinki.
Key liked Jinki - Key probably had more emotion than that for the leader, but it’s best to move these things slow - and he used a leg to hitch it on the man’s hip and bring him closer. Jinki’s foot caught on the chair and he stumbled, Key smirking lightly as he reached up to drag the older man down for a kiss, sliding their lips together slowly, chapped flesh catching on hydrated flesh and creating a wonderful friction.
“Please, Jinki…” Key breathed out against the older man’s lips.
In the mornings Key took care of Jinki; he brought him his newspaper, fixed his coffee, generally helped the leader to get up in the morning. During performances or schedules Key would dab at his sweat, make sure to give him a sweater if it rained or got cold. It seemed sometimes that Key was the leader and Jinki was the dongsaeng but in this moment, this moment when their eyes locked and swirled together, molten lava and raw emotion filtering through the dark chocolate hues, Key was reminded just who was leader, who was responsible for everyone, who really had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Feeling his heart swell and clench and flutter in his chest Key smashed their lips together again, needing this beautiful man in him, against, him, touching him in every way possible. Jinki rocked forward and the tip of his thick, angry arousal bumped against Key’s clumsily prepared entrance; Key whined and pushed back and wanted more of that heat that was starting to make his body go on overdrive.
“Please…”
Now their roles were reversed. Key was craving Jinki’s attention, his touch, his everything and Jinki visibly crumbled, his body shuddering as he guided his dick to Key’s hole and started to push slowly. Strong arms wrapped around Key’s delicate frame and lifted him up some, their clothed chests sliding together and later they could do this right, later Key could feel all of Jinki’s chiseled body against his own, but for now he just needed this man to claim him and give him a million new reasons to wake up before him in the mornings.
A million new reasons to take care of him.
A million new reasons to love him.
Tears welled in Key’s eyes and he buried his face in Jinki’s neck, a mixture of strong emotions and intense pain prickling at his senses as his body opened and caved, stretched and contracted with the thick girth forcing its way into his body. His back arched and the pain was almost unbearable - almost, if it weren’t for Jinki peppering kisses over his face, if it weren’t for Jinki running his hands over Key’s back in a reassuring manner, if it weren’t for the fact that Jinki was mumbling soft I’m sorrys into his ear. Those all made everything that much easier and once Jinki was seated completely they paused, a collective sigh being shared as their lips barely brushed, breath mingling together.
“Kibum…” Jinki whispered against Key’s lips and another switch was flipped; the younger rolled his hips and Jinki sunk in deeper and that was perfect perfect absolutely perfect, both of them shuddering as Jinki pulled out and started up a sweet, tantalizing rhythm of gently rocking Key into the surface of the kitchen table.
But no matter how gentle Jinki or Key thought they were being, no matter the fact that Jinki’s thrusts were measured and slow the table was still jarring, the feet scraping on the linoleum floor and their coffee tipped over then, the mugs shook so violently with one particularly hard thrust, the hot liquid spilling off of the side of the table and thankfully not getting on either of them. Jinki’s hips lost rhythm after a few thrusts, right about the time when Key arched so gracefully, so beautifully into him that the rapper saw stars in his eyes, both legs wrapping around Jinki’s body to keep him deep, to keep him close even on the outward stroke.
Key’s vision was blurry but Jinki’s face above him was clear, his cheeks flushed and his thick lips parted and his eyes glazed over, brows furrowed together as he searched Key’s face, seemingly searching for something, looking for some secret that neither of them new the details of, only knew of its existence. Jinki’s face was sharp and crisp and everything was so pronounced, Key’s body feeling like it was hyper-aware of the man’s presence, of the sensation of Jinki being inside of him and filling him.
They made love like that on the kitchen table, coffee spilled on the surface and dripping off the sides, newspaper forever destroyed and unreadable due to the brown liquid staining the pages. Jinki’s hips snapped at an excruciating pace and clumsy fingers wrapped around Key’s dick, stroking him to completion at nearly the same time he had came and Key’s vision whitened, then blackened, and he closed his eyes as he let out a soft cry of Jinki’s name and slumped back against the table.
Jinki followed suit and lay over the rapper, kissing his collar bone, his neck, his shoulders and anywhere he could reach where his shirt wasn’t covering. Key’s hands ran up and down Jinki’s back, feeling the muscle through the shirt and they stayed like that for quite a few moments; until Key glanced over and saw the mess they had made, grunting and nudging Jinki in the side with his knee.
“We need to clean that up,” Key said, and Jinki glanced over sleepily, before he whined and hauled Key up, dislodging his cock from the rapper’s ass but keeping his grip on him, picking him up right off of the table.
Key yelped and wrapped his limbs around Jinki’s body and blushed darkly as he realized how ridiculous and disgusting they looked, extremities exposed, faces flushed and hair mussed. But Jinki didn’t seem to care as he turned around and started heading towards the bathroom, Key looking forlornly at the messy table and drenched floor.
“I need to clean that up…”
“We’ll clean up first, then we’ll worry about that,” Jinki said, sleepiness gone completely from his voice.
Key let a smile curl his lips and he held on that much tighter to Jinki, turning to kiss his ear gently.
“Good morning.”
Jinki merely chuckled as they got into the bathroom, flipping on the light and setting Key down on the ground, leaning forward to catch his lips.
“Yeah, it is.”
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Yeah… took me a while to get to this I keep hitting walls :| Anyway I got sick right as I was writing up the end so it might seem a bit disjointed… seems I’ve gotten sick right after goyangi OOPS.
Blah blah might be typos/errors skip past it and enjoy. :)
Second installment of my 'write a fic for each new song on the new album' thing that I gave... to myself... ORZ
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Key was unattainable.
Even Jonghyun, Key’s best friend, couldn’t capture Key, couldn’t stabilize him or keep him in one place for too long.
Even Taemin, Key’s perfect precious adorable amazing infallible son, couldn’t keep ahold of him.
Even Minho, the complete quiet stoic yin to Key’s loud and boisterous yang, couldn’t mellow him out.
But Jinki was a neutralizer; Key would calm down whenever they were together, Key would get smiley and slightly snarky, that wit would never leave his sharp tongue, and Key would actually be a pleasant person.
Not that he had a shitty personality, there was just something about Jinki that nullified Key’s bitchy attitude, made him act a bit more like the young man he really was rather than a high-class diva.
No one knew how Jinki did it - couldn’t figure out how.
Because all Key did when they were together was either complain about the fact that Jinki was a complete idiot, or maybe that he ate too much at breakfast and Key didn’t make enough to feed SHINee plus Jinki’s three cow-stomachs, or perhaps Key would even just give Jinki a blank stare whenever he made a joke that no one understood, only to reach out and punch the leader in the thigh and give him a Charlie horse.
So when Key came home and Jonghyun and Taemin had wrecked the living room so they could make a fort for Minho to be a King of with his gimp leg, pillows and couch cushions everywhere along with strewn blankets and even crumbs for whatever they had snacked on, everyone scattered, but Jinki? Jinki had come home with Key and took in the living room with a small smile on his face and, almost as if he couldn’t sense the absolute rage spilling from every one of Key’s pores, he put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and puffed his chest out a bit.
“It’s good to see them taking care of Minho like that and making sure he’s not bored while he rests.”
Where Key should have screamed and kicked and dragged both Jonghyun and Taemin by the ear and forced them to clean every inch of his pristine wood floors with their tongues and then hand wash all of the blankets, the rapper merely let a ripple of anger flow through his body like a jolt of electricity before he turned on his heel and stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Jinki was oblivious as the other three members blinked at him with admiration, as he took off his jacket and hung it up on the rack in the hallway and then ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the long locks.
“Have you eaten?” the leader asked as he moved into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a juice box, unwrapping the straw and poking it into the designated hole, his fat lips circling around the thin white straw.
The three members shook their heads dumbly, and Jinki shrugged, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, as he sucked down the apple juice and tossed the carton away, headed towards the bathroom.
“Hyung, Key is in there,” Jonghyun protested immediately, looking like he was about to bolt from his position underneath a precarious tower of cushions.
Jinki turned and blinked, “… So?”
Jonghyun shut his mouth with a click and shook his head, waving his hands and turning around to get further into the fort. Shrugging, the leader knocked on the door once before letting himself in, shutting it behind him as muffled conversation started behind the closed door.
The three in the living room all tilted their heads to the side, and once the bathroom didn’t explode in a fiery inferno of rage and shouts about ‘invading my personal time!!’, they went back to Sir Taemin slaying the Jjong Dragon and King Minho cheering from the sidelines.
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Key didn’t know why or when it had started but as they sat at the table in their kitchen, just umma and appa in the early morning, Key found himself watching Jinki. The leader was reading the morning paper, glasses low on his nose as he sipped the strong java that Key made every morning, and with his crinkled shirt and loose pj pants he almost looked like… like a forty year old man trapped in a twenty year old’s body. It was cute, it was dorky and it was Jinki, as he shifted and squinted at one of the passages, his eyes straying over the lines before focusing again.
Key watched as those fat lips hit the brim of the porcelain mug, parting to sip carefully on the hot liquid, watched as the prominent adam’s apple bobbed as Jinki swallowed. Key was leaning his chin in his hand, elbow propped up on the table as his other hand occasionally brought his own coffee - one sugar and probably one-third milk - to his lips to sip on.
Their mornings were usually spent like this, the rapper and the singer at the kitchen table before everyone else woke up, getting their day started earlier. For Key it was a matter of preparing breakfast and making sure that he could drag all of the members out of bed but for Jinki it was… what was it? He was always up before Key, slumped in his chair, face buried in his arms on the kitchen table. Key would come in, brew that perfect java and Jinki would come back to life as soon as that mug hit the table, sending a sleepy but warm smile to Key as he unfolded the paper that he had laying haphazardly on the table and started reading.
But Jinki never did anything. Like double-check the schedule or make sure the members knew what their roles for the day were, he didn’t call the manager and he didn’t check ahead to make sure that they had transportation everywhere. Leader things, right?
He just dozed until Key brewed him a strong cup of coffee and then caught up on the news.
The whole situation itself was entirely domestic and sometimes it offset Key; it was almost like he was the wife and Jinki was the husband and they were sharing their peaceful morning before the children woke up.
It wasn’t entirely far from the truth but… why was Jinki up so early if all he did was eat and read the paper and drink coffee? They rarely talked, maybe a ‘can I get you more coffee?’ here and a ‘thank you, it’s delicious’ there.
As Key watched Jinki over the top of his newspaper, watched those brows furrow as he still tried to wake himself up because honestly the leader was just not a morning person, the rapper felt his heart soften a bit. This was their time, it was their peaceful alone time together without Jonghyun getting all jealous and ‘he’s my best friend not yours’, without Taemin clinging onto Jinki and asking him to do a puzzle, without Minho… well actually Minho didn’t really obstruct anyone except for Jonghyun whenever the older man wanted something and that was just plain amusing.
“Jinki,” Key said, and he really didn’t use honorifics when talking to Jonghyun and Jinki just because of how close they three specifically were. When Jinki glanced up from his paper and blinked slowly a few times, looking slightly confused as to why Key was speaking to him during their peaceful alone time, Key smiled a bit. “Good morning.”
Jinki’s lips curved up, cupid’s bow stretching as his eyes glittered with warmth and he nodded. “It is.”
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There was something about the way that Jinki moved. He wasn’t the best dancer, but he had charisma and was eager to make sure he did things right - or that they at least looked right. During rehearsal for the recording of the music video he was constantly dancing, constantly practicing because if people thought Jonghyun was insecure about his dancing then they should sit down with Jinki and listen to him bawl and ramble about the fact that even the midget didn’t have two left feet.
It was endearing though because Jinki tried so so very hard to make sure he got everything down, make sure he got it perfect. And even when he didn’t get it perfect, if he didn’t fall on his face or smack someone in the arm or move the left foot instead of the right he was still proud of himself, his smile was still radiant and bright and right now underneath the multi-colored lights of their solo shots, with his eyeliner and navy blue eye shadow, Jinki looked… stunning.
Key couldn’t get the image of Jinki’s pleased face out of his minds’ eye, every time he blinked he saw unnaturally catty eyes, saw the glint in them from the various light props, saw that smooth skin and those toned arms, that silky hair and the small smirk.
It was unsettling but it was under Key’s skin, flowing through his veins and whenever Jinki was near it reminded Key constantly just how good looking their leader was. He covered it up with dorky glasses or weird hats and even sometimes dressed like a retard but it was undeniable that with their new concept, his manliness increased… tenfold? And that shouldn’t have been possible.
With each morning that passed by Key would stare a bit longer, his gaze would linger over the older man’s features, wondering how those puffy cheeks suddenly got so defined, wondering when those eyes got a bit more charismatic and sultry, wondering when Jinki’s arms started to look so good whenever he wore a sleeveless tee.
Yawning, Key ran a hand over his naked face, void of any make-up and his hair free of any product. He was still fresh from his shower the previous night, his hair sticking up in a few random places but nothing too unmanageable. He stared down at his coffee cup, watching the cream mix in with the java, creating soft swirls and patterns even as his spoon left the mug and he lifted it to his lips to take a sip.
“Kibummie.”
Jinki’s voice was low and Key shuddered involuntarily, his body stiffening a bit as the treble ran through his limbs and made his eyes raise, chin tilting up a bit as he looked across the table at Jinki, newspaper folded still, coffee cup untouched.
“Hm?” Key asked, a bit put off that Jinki was out of their normal routine.
This morning along with his coffee Jinki had managed to find a chocolate, chocolate chip muffin, his fingers picking at the treat and bringing it to his lips, some chocolate smearing on his finger tips and on his lips. Key’s eyes flickered down to Jinki’s lips and he wondered if along with this newfound charisma, did Jinki… what? Did Jinki hit on people now? That Star King episode was a disaster, Jinki was way too awkward when it came to seduction but maybe…
“Want some?” Jinki held out a piece of the muffin towards Key.
Maybe Jinki would be the seducer.
Key nodded and he should have just lifted his hand to take the offered food, grabbed it with his fingers but he leaned forward in his seat, elbows on the table as his lips parted and he took the chocolate muffin into his mouth, his lips dragging a bit over the tips of Jinki’s fingers as he sat back and chewed slowly, licking the chocolate from his lips as he sat back in his chair and watched Jinki’s reaction carefully; the leader’s adam’s apple bobbed and his cheeks flushed slightly but other than that there was no sign of sangtae.
At least, he hadn’t fallen out of his chair in shock and that was good, right?
Key lifted a finger to his lips and collected some of the chocolate from his flesh, sucking on the tip of his finger idly as he grabbed the paper and dragged it to his side of the table, flipping it open and letting his eyes scan over the news. He wasn’t actually reading - he couldn’t make out the tiny font without his glasses - but the nonchalant effect was working because he heard a chair scrape on the floor and then the one next to him scraped as well, and he felt Jinki’s presence right next to him.
The leader leaned close to Key, his own air rather nonplussed as he chewed on that muffin, and the sound of his tongue pushing it around in his mouth reached Key’s ears and normally the rapper would have smacked Jinki and told him to get some manners and not to chew in his ear like that but for some reason all he could think of was Jinki’s tongue and how it was working in his mouth, shifting the melting chocolate around, his white teeth getting stained by the dark substance.
Feeling a bit hot under the collar (or lack thereof, seeing as how he was wearing a simple tank top and pj pants), Key shifted slightly away from Jinki to try and calm his nerves. But the leader leaned even closer, his head turning so his nose could brush against Key’s bare shoulder. Key’s skin sang with the contact and his vision definitely was blurry now, nothing making sense and was that a man or a woman in that bus ad? Jinki’s lips followed his nose and they were brushing so lightly over Key’s skin that the rapper would have been sure he was imagining it had he not glanced out of the corner of his eye, watching those plump lips slide over his skin.
“Jinki…” Key breathed out, trying to keep his voice under control. It was so hard though, since he had been noticing the man he spent so much time with more and more, noticing him in ways that he probably shouldn’t have noticed him. “What are you doing?”
“Sharing my chocolate,” Jinki said simply, his voice vibrating through his lips and resonating on Key’s skin, sending tremors and goosebumps in its wake. He pulled back and lifted up another piece of the muffin and Key didn’t even think twice before his lips parted and Jinki pushed the treat between his lips. Key chewed and swallowed but Jinki’s finger trailed over his fleshy lower lip and Key’s eyes flickered unsurely before Jinki’s finger pushed past the barrier and into Key’s mouth.
Really what the hell was Jinki thinking, sticking his finger in Key’s mouth? Well that should have been what Key was thinking but instead his lips were wrapping around that finger and his tongue was laving over it, his body turning to face Jinki as a hand lifted to wrap slender fingers around that strong wrist, holding it in place as suddenly Key’s body was activated, his mind thrown out the window as these suppressed feelings surfaced. He heard Jinki’s breath stutter a bit and his eyes slid shut; Jinki’s other hand moved up to run his fingers over the shaved part of Key’s head, pads running over the fine blond hairs lightly.
Key’s eyes fluttered, the vision of Jinki’s bed head searing into his brain, his hair sticking out in random places and once they got to their schedule it wouldn’t be tamed any different. But Jinki’s eyes, they were hooded and would almost sleepy looking if it weren’t for the fact that they had a burning glaze in them, a hidden fire that was making Key’s own body heat up.
Jinki pulled his finger away from Key’s mouth and Key kept his grip on the leaders’ wrist - they stared at each other for a few seconds, lips parted and chests heaving before they both simultaneously moved forward, lips crashing clumsily yet perfectly together.
Nerves ablaze, Key melted into the kiss and they were standing, they were moving together as their lips meshed and their teeth clanked and tongues tangled and Jinki’s strong hands grabbed onto Key’s hips and lifted him onto the table, jarring the furniture and making their coffee mugs tremble a bit, threatening to tip over and spill. They were ignored in favor of Key wrapping his long legs around Jinki’s slender waist and their groins aligned and all of a sudden their quiet, peaceful alone time was now muffled, frenzied together time.
Jinki leaned forward, his hands on the table and his arms pinning Key in place, not that the rapper was thinking about moving, and a hand moved to grip onto Key’s hip and pull him to the edge of the table. The pj pants the younger was wearing slid easily on the surface and Jinki rolled his hips and this man… this man was absent of sangtae, he wasn’t fumbling and he wasn’t clumsy. He was sure in his movements, he knew exactly what he was doing and he was in complete control and damn he had everyone fooled.
But not Key.
“Jinki,” Key breathed out, hands fluttering over Jinki’s strong, bare biceps before he dropped them and fumbled with the draw string on the older man’s pants, untying it and palming the other’s hardness through the material. Biting his lip, Key knew that he shouldn’t have expected otherwise but the surprised sound that left his lips as he felt up Jinki’s dick just couldn’t be covered and the man chuckled above him, moving his mouth to kiss along Key’s jaw.
“Hm?”
Jinki was teasing and Key hated it, he hated that he loved it as he arched into those touches and continued to roughly palm the others’ cock through his pants. His fingers slipped past the waist band and dipped inside, pleased to find that Jinki wasn’t wearing any underwear; he pulled the pants down a bit more as his finger tips slid over the skin and felt it greedily. Jinki’s lips were occupied on his neck but the olders’ fingers were at Key’s lips and again Key opened without hesitation, the fingers tasting of melted chocolate as they pushed into his mouth, three this time.
He took them all and his own fingers wrapped around Jinki’s dick and they moved in tandem; Jinki would thrust his fingers into Key’s mouth and Key would slide his down onto the older man’s swollen dick. It was a good tempo until Key broke away from the fingers with a whine, need wracking his bones as he leaned back on his hand and wriggled his hips - Jinki got the hint and helped Key get out of his pants and underwear, and the look that raked over the rappers’ body made Key shiver and drop onto his elbows.
“You’re…” Jinki seemed to be lost for words and Key rolled his eyes, the sangtae apparently not completely gone as he spread his legs and his hard cock bounced, Jinki’s eyes zooming in on it. “So beautiful, Kibum…”
Satisfied with those words, Key grabbed the wrist of the hand that was attached to the fingers he had just coated with his spit, guiding it between his legs and lifting a leg to rest his foot on a chair. Jinki followed through with the motion and started to prod gently at Key’s entrance - any thought of discomfort was washed away when Jinki’s lips wrapped around the head of Key’s cock and fuck that was amazing, Jinki was definitely completely in control as his thick lips thinned around the girth and his fingers pushed inside with little discomfort.
Keening, Key’s head dropped back against the table and he let out a soft sigh, the sensation of Jinki’s fat lips sucking his dick into his vacuous throat coupled with the stretch of his muscles making his head swim and his vision blur. Well he hadn’t been wearing his glasses or contacts his morning so seeing clear was sort of a stretch anyhow but now it was worse, or maybe better? Whatever, he didn’t need to see.
His eyes slid shut for the briefest of seconds and Jinki’s mouth trailed lower, the rapper feeling a warm, slick wetness sliding down his shaft and over his balls and towards his entrance where Jinki’s fingers were pressing and prodding and the thought that he literally had Jinki salivating at the mouth was just perfect and almost too much to handle. He had never had sex before, and this had been his first kiss (he didn’t count that one time Jonghyun snuck into his bed and was being a jackass when he greeted him the following morning) and his first experience ever really but he was glad it was with Jinki.
The leader was familiar, he was comfortable, he was charming and sweet and a gentleman and the type of guy that you’d bring home to your parents. He was that kind of guy and Key liked that kind of guy… He liked Jinki.
Key liked Jinki - Key probably had more emotion than that for the leader, but it’s best to move these things slow - and he used a leg to hitch it on the man’s hip and bring him closer. Jinki’s foot caught on the chair and he stumbled, Key smirking lightly as he reached up to drag the older man down for a kiss, sliding their lips together slowly, chapped flesh catching on hydrated flesh and creating a wonderful friction.
“Please, Jinki…” Key breathed out against the older man’s lips.
In the mornings Key took care of Jinki; he brought him his newspaper, fixed his coffee, generally helped the leader to get up in the morning. During performances or schedules Key would dab at his sweat, make sure to give him a sweater if it rained or got cold. It seemed sometimes that Key was the leader and Jinki was the dongsaeng but in this moment, this moment when their eyes locked and swirled together, molten lava and raw emotion filtering through the dark chocolate hues, Key was reminded just who was leader, who was responsible for everyone, who really had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Feeling his heart swell and clench and flutter in his chest Key smashed their lips together again, needing this beautiful man in him, against, him, touching him in every way possible. Jinki rocked forward and the tip of his thick, angry arousal bumped against Key’s clumsily prepared entrance; Key whined and pushed back and wanted more of that heat that was starting to make his body go on overdrive.
“Please…”
Now their roles were reversed. Key was craving Jinki’s attention, his touch, his everything and Jinki visibly crumbled, his body shuddering as he guided his dick to Key’s hole and started to push slowly. Strong arms wrapped around Key’s delicate frame and lifted him up some, their clothed chests sliding together and later they could do this right, later Key could feel all of Jinki’s chiseled body against his own, but for now he just needed this man to claim him and give him a million new reasons to wake up before him in the mornings.
A million new reasons to take care of him.
A million new reasons to love him.
Tears welled in Key’s eyes and he buried his face in Jinki’s neck, a mixture of strong emotions and intense pain prickling at his senses as his body opened and caved, stretched and contracted with the thick girth forcing its way into his body. His back arched and the pain was almost unbearable - almost, if it weren’t for Jinki peppering kisses over his face, if it weren’t for Jinki running his hands over Key’s back in a reassuring manner, if it weren’t for the fact that Jinki was mumbling soft I’m sorrys into his ear. Those all made everything that much easier and once Jinki was seated completely they paused, a collective sigh being shared as their lips barely brushed, breath mingling together.
“Kibum…” Jinki whispered against Key’s lips and another switch was flipped; the younger rolled his hips and Jinki sunk in deeper and that was perfect perfect absolutely perfect, both of them shuddering as Jinki pulled out and started up a sweet, tantalizing rhythm of gently rocking Key into the surface of the kitchen table.
But no matter how gentle Jinki or Key thought they were being, no matter the fact that Jinki’s thrusts were measured and slow the table was still jarring, the feet scraping on the linoleum floor and their coffee tipped over then, the mugs shook so violently with one particularly hard thrust, the hot liquid spilling off of the side of the table and thankfully not getting on either of them. Jinki’s hips lost rhythm after a few thrusts, right about the time when Key arched so gracefully, so beautifully into him that the rapper saw stars in his eyes, both legs wrapping around Jinki’s body to keep him deep, to keep him close even on the outward stroke.
Key’s vision was blurry but Jinki’s face above him was clear, his cheeks flushed and his thick lips parted and his eyes glazed over, brows furrowed together as he searched Key’s face, seemingly searching for something, looking for some secret that neither of them new the details of, only knew of its existence. Jinki’s face was sharp and crisp and everything was so pronounced, Key’s body feeling like it was hyper-aware of the man’s presence, of the sensation of Jinki being inside of him and filling him.
They made love like that on the kitchen table, coffee spilled on the surface and dripping off the sides, newspaper forever destroyed and unreadable due to the brown liquid staining the pages. Jinki’s hips snapped at an excruciating pace and clumsy fingers wrapped around Key’s dick, stroking him to completion at nearly the same time he had came and Key’s vision whitened, then blackened, and he closed his eyes as he let out a soft cry of Jinki’s name and slumped back against the table.
Jinki followed suit and lay over the rapper, kissing his collar bone, his neck, his shoulders and anywhere he could reach where his shirt wasn’t covering. Key’s hands ran up and down Jinki’s back, feeling the muscle through the shirt and they stayed like that for quite a few moments; until Key glanced over and saw the mess they had made, grunting and nudging Jinki in the side with his knee.
“We need to clean that up,” Key said, and Jinki glanced over sleepily, before he whined and hauled Key up, dislodging his cock from the rapper’s ass but keeping his grip on him, picking him up right off of the table.
Key yelped and wrapped his limbs around Jinki’s body and blushed darkly as he realized how ridiculous and disgusting they looked, extremities exposed, faces flushed and hair mussed. But Jinki didn’t seem to care as he turned around and started heading towards the bathroom, Key looking forlornly at the messy table and drenched floor.
“I need to clean that up…”
“We’ll clean up first, then we’ll worry about that,” Jinki said, sleepiness gone completely from his voice.
Key let a smile curl his lips and he held on that much tighter to Jinki, turning to kiss his ear gently.
“Good morning.”
Jinki merely chuckled as they got into the bathroom, flipping on the light and setting Key down on the ground, leaning forward to catch his lips.
“Yeah, it is.”