Decent Bad Boy
Title: Decent Bad Boy
Pairing: OnTae
Rating: NC-17
Requested by: ellie_eunnie
Notes: Oh God OnTae. Taemin is my least favorite but this was the first one I started working on. x] Maybe because ellie_eunnie is just such a dedicated stalker, even if she 'spots' on my stories and forgets to come back and read them til a week later xD
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The air of the club was stagnant with sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and Jinki found himself suffocated by it all. A pretty girl had dragged him out to this "hot new night club!" and Jinki, being the pushover he was, couldn't say no to her pleading eyes and pouting lips. But, about ten minutes after entering the club, said girl, who Jinki couldn't even remember her name because of the drinks she had bought him, had disappeared into the crowd, and he could just barely see her in the throng between two random guys.
Sighing, Jinki pushed (stumbled) his way out of the club and into the cool night, gasping and sucking in air like he'd never breathed before. As of now, he couldn't remember where he parked his car, and it was probably a good thing, with how much alcohol he had consumed. He rubbed his face and leaned against the brick building, pushing the glasses up on his nose as he glanced around.
To his left, a kid - no, a teen - was approaching. If it weren't for the pretty, soft features, Jinki might have been slightly intimidated by the leathers, chains and studs. As it were, the kid looked like an overgrown kitten trying to be a tom cat.
It took just another long moment for Jinki to realize the kid had stopped in front of him, looking rather amused.
"Er..." Jinki mumbled awkwardly.
"Got a cig?" the strange boy asked, tilting his head in a manner Jinki almost thought to be cute.
"No, I don't smoke," Jinki managed to say without slurring his words too much.
"Shame," the boy said, before pulling a pack of slightly crumbled Marb Reds out of his pocket.
Jinki stared. "Why did you ask if I had one?" he asked, the situation too much for his hazed mind to handle.
The boy shrugged, "I'm running low." He flicked open a plain black zippo and placed a fag between his lips, lighting it expertly before pocketing both it and the cigarettes.
Jinki watched as plump lips encircled the filter, watched as that pale neck flexed on the inhale; he could almost see the nicotine working its way through the teen's veins, and as the youth exhaled, Jinki licked his lips idly.
"Wanna try?"
The man snapped back to reality - he was not thinking about how attractive this kid was - and stared at the cigarette dumbly. As he took the offered cancer stick, he made a note in the back of his mind never to drink again, for alcohol caused him to check out boys, MINOR boys, and smoke. Not good.
Bringing the lit stick to his lips - he didn't even know where this boy's mouth has been - he took a drag and inhaled. At first it was ok, and then his body suddenly rejected the poison in the form of a hacking cough and a headache.
The teen laughed and took the cigarette back, mischief dancing in his eyes as he reached out to gently pat Jinki's back. Said man tried to ignore the warmth that seeped through his shirt.
"Guess you really don't smoke," the kid said, obviously bemused as he took another drag.
"Lee Jinki!"
A screech from their right caused both boys to glance up, one slightly alarmed and the other with a widening, playful smile. Jinki's date was stomping towards him, and said man shrunk back into the building with guilt.
"How dare you just leave me in there!" she yelled, shoving Jinki's shoulder.
While Jinki recoiled, the stranger grabbed the girls' retreating wrist, and what was that Jinki had thought earlier about the kid being a kitten? He looked like an irritated lion, now.
"Yah, watch it. I'm sure he had a reason to leave your skanky ass."
The girls' eyes narrowed, and Jinki gulped as he looked between them. He all of a sudden wished that the almost annoying amused smile was back on the kid's lips.
"And who the fuck are you?" she spat, eyeing the teen with distaste. "An escort?"
The teen laughed outright and let go of her wrist, simultaneously pushing her back.
"I'm a better date than you are," the teen purred, reaching out to wrap a slender arm around Jinki's waist. "So go grind on strange dudes while I entertain this handsome man."
She was silent with anger for a moment, before she turned on her heel and disappeared back into the club.
After the fiasco, Jinki turned bewildered eyes on to the teen, not sure how to register the situation. After a long moment, he spoke.
"You think I'm handsome?"
The teen chuckled and pulled Jinki off towards the left, into the alleyway, where he pressed the bespectacled man against the wall.
"Handsome," the boy repeated, his lips next to Jinki's ear, eliciting a shudder, "in an adorably awkward way." He licked the shell of Jinki's ear and let out a breathy chuckle, the scent of nicotine on his breath not bothering Jinki like the man thought it should have. "I wonder what else you've never tried before..."
Jinki couldn't swallow the lump that formed in his throat.
It's the alcohol that's making my head rush, alcohol alcohol alcohol!
He cracked open an eye - when did he close them? - only to find himself alone in the alley. His heart was pounding against his rib cage and his knees were weak; he pushed himself away from the grimy wall and glanced around, wondering if his drunken mind had just imagined that leather-clad lion. His hand reached up, fingers fiddling with the lobe of his ear, which still felt hot and slightly damp. There was a burn in his throat and his lungs, and he shook his head, feeling sobered up as he wandered out of the alley.
"No more alcohol," he mumbled, before his foot caught on his shoe lace and sent him face-first into the pavement.
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A week later, Jinki found himself at the same club, only this time he was by himself and sans alcohol. He didn't know why he was there. He had worked the past five days in a stuffy cubicle with his annoying, flamboyantly gay secretary (he had nothing against gays, but Kibum was ridiculous), along with his snarky, macho cubicle partner Jonghyun who wouldn't shut up about his latest conquests. The only person in the office that Jinki actually enjoyed the company of was Minho, Kibum's silent, devastatingly handsome boyfriend. Even Jinki would attest to that.
But between Kibum's endless stories about shoes, skinny jeans and how he should be in charge of the dress code to make "drab pant suits fab~", and Jonghyun's amazing ability to educate Jinki on the more "exotic flavors of night life" (and subsequently scarring Jinki for life), Jinki found himself wanting to lash out.
Only, due to his awkward and accommodating nature, Jinki had no idea how to lash out, to rebel and do something for himself.
So naturally, his mind drifted to that leather lion, and how carefree the kid seemed to be. On top of that, the kid seemed to be pretty sure and confident of himself. Unlike Jinki, who was clumsy, unsure, and couldn't even puff a cig or hold his alcohol. Perhaps it was the fact they were polar opposites that drew him in. Maybe it was the lingering whisper of forbidden territory the boy offered that made Jinki want to see him again.
"Peut-etre..." Jinki sang under his breath as he sat at the bar, nursing a lemonade.
"Oh, so you can speak French?"
Jinki turned to the seat next to him that had been unoccupied all night, shocked to see the lion cub sitting in it. The boy's auburn hair was tousled, like he couldn't keep his hands out of it, the fringe covering his mischievous eyes. His thin, shapely legs were clad in acid-wash grey denim skinny jeans, shiny black high tops on his feet. A black tee with bold white English lettering on it adorned his thin frame, stretching over the thin chest and narrow waist, making the boy seem even more harmless.
"Er," Jinki had heard the question, but forgot it as soon as he took in the boy's appearance.
"You could at least buy me a drink, you know," the teen pressed, not even phased by Jinki's awkward pause.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Jinki strung together a coherent sentence as he stared at the teen, who was swiveling slightly on the stool.
"No. But you'll still buy me one."
It was like Jinki was on auto-pilot, ordering a cranberry and vodka for the teen, who had managed to get into the club in the first place, so surely no one would wonder if he was old enough to drink. How he got in was a mystery, he barely looked seventeen, let alone the legal age of nineteen. The auburn-haired boy happily sipped on the drink like it was straight juice, and Jinki felt that fascination again.
"So, Lee Jinki."
Jinki was startled when the teen used his full name, but vaguely recalled that nameless girl from last week screeching it at the top of her lungs. After recovering from the slight shock, he waited for the boy to keep speaking. However, the teen merely took another slow, languid sip of his drink and studied Jinki's face.
On instinct, Jinki flushed; he wasn't used to people hawk-eyeing him, especially at such close proximity. Kibum often told him he was handsome and it should be illegal for him to be single, but Jinki just brushed it off as Kibum being... well, Kibum. But now, with someone he didn't even know checking him out, he felt... self-conscious? He had always been shy but this was different. And he had no clue why.
"Gonna ask me my name?"
"What's your name?" Jinki blurted it out before he could even think, before he bit his bottom lip and averted his eyes to his lemonade.
But instead of giving Jinki his name, the boy set down his empty glass (was he even buzzed?), and grabbed Jinki's hand to pull him onto the dance floor. Jinki could dance, sure, he just preferred not to -- oh.
Oh.
With the teen's arms around his neck and their chests pressed together, Jinki suddenly forgot about his preferences. His mind went blank for a split second, before it kicked into high gear.
Oh God this kid is a minor I just supplied him alcohol he's a minor he's touching me--
"You can earn the right to know my name."
Jinki's knees almost went weak.
For being such a thin kid, the lion was an amazing dancer. He could roll his hips and snap them back around like nobody's business, and he was a lot better to look at than any girl Jinki had dated before. People on the dance floor were staring at them openly, but Jinki couldn't find himself to care as his hands found purchase on the teen's hips and kept him close.
Suddenly the teen's ass was pressing against Jinki's groin - the man's hands instantly tightened their grip on thin hips as the svelte boy ground into him. Girls had done the same thing in the past, but for some unexplainable reason, this time it sparked a fire deep within Jinki's belly. The teen was unyielding, reaching his arms up and behind him to thread his fingers in Jinki's hair, his back bowing as his ass ground into Jinki's crotch. His head dropped onto Jinki's shoulder and the man's hands pulled the teen back every time his hips rolled away, needing to feel more contact of this lion.
What possessed him to do any of this, he didn't know. Jinki felt like he had no control of his hands, which were wandering up and down and all over the teen's chest. He had no control over his hips, which were rolling and grinding in time with the teen's, and he most certainly had no control over his lips, which were laying butterfly kisses over every inch of the boy's neck that was exposed.
But when the teen abruptly turned around and smashed his lips against Jinki's, the awkward, fumbling, shy man knew that he had lost complete control of the situation.
Jinki had been doing well the majority of the night, only tripping once when he entered the club and not spilling any of his drink (but he choked on an ice cube). It was an A+ night, for his standards, but as the teen started to push him backwards, he lost his footing and nearly fell over; lean but surprisingly strong arms kept him upright, and Jinki had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason he was still upright was because the kid's lips were like a vacuum on his own as their tongues battled. The next thing he knew, he was pushing the teen into the first available room, opening the door and pinning the thin teen to the wall.
It was fine for about .5 seconds, and then the sound of giggling girls reached Jinki's ears as he tore his lips away from the teen.
Ah... the women's restroom.
The girls smiled and giggled and ushered themselves out of the bathroom, Jinki's face flushed in embarrassment as they made a few cat calls upon their leave. As soon as the door swung shut, the teen reached out and dead bolted it, before grabbing Jinki's face and drawing him back down for a sloppy, needy kiss. Once again coherent thought left Jinki's mind as he felt the teen's tongue slide against his own, and he threw caution to the wind as he pushed his knee between slender, powerful thighs. The teen arched his back, letting out a moan as he rocked against Jinki's leg, and Jinki broke their lips with a low gasp as he felt the others' fingers deftly undoing his belt buckle and fastenings of his pants. Slender, hot fingers wrapped around his hardening shaft and Jinki sucked in a breath, his lips moving to the boy's neck as he nibbled and licked and sucked, surging his hips forward into the tantalizing touch.
The teen whined and arched his body needily against Jinki’s and really this should be illegal - hell it was illegal - to feel this good and to have this boy pinned against the door like Jinki owned him or something. The lion was tamed as Jinki hastily undid the two belts that adorned his hips (seriously, what was with kids’ fashion nowadays) and only tripped his thumb on the buckles a couple of times, pushing the denim down slender thighs as the jeans pooled at the teen’s ankles and the teen easily kicked him off without a second thought.
They were in a club, they were in a grimy bathroom that Jinki was sure carried Hepatitis A but he couldn’t think about anything other than the way their dicks slid together, and how it was like nothing Jinki had ever felt in his entire life. Soft curves and supple skin was gone replaced by quivering abs and a hard cock and Jinki wrapped his fingers around both shafts as they moved together, his hand getting slick with pre-cum as he jerked them off, and the teen was making noises that could rival a woman’s and blow them out of the water. It helped, though, that his partner was a male - he knew this anatomy much better and his head couldn’t take any more hits for not finding the g-spot on the first try.
“Ngh, Jinki, please…” the other panted, rolling his hips and lifting his leg over Jinki’s hip, drawing him even closer. “Please, fuck me, right now Jinki…” His eyes were glazed over with lust and desire when they met Jinki’s and fuck, that look shot straight to his cock as he spit into his hand and coated his erection, and then paused.
“We need-“
“Jinki.”
The teen’s voice was low and feral and Jinki should have been irked that he wasn’t using honorifics, but instead he was frozen to the spot as the other gripped onto his hair with long fingers and tugged.
“Fuck. Me.”
Alright, Jinki may be dense but he could take a hint as he shifted the kids’ thigh on his hip and aligned his cock with the other’s entrance, feeling it dip and quiver against the tip of his erection and God, this bathroom had Hepititis A and he was going to fuck this kid without a condom and really Jinki wouldn’t be surprised if he was dead come morning from a flesh-eating disease or at least a disease that rotted the brain until it turned to mush and leaked out the ears.
But even with those thoughts Jinki still pushed into that tight heat, that encompassing warmth that made his head lighter and spin faster than any pussy he had ever fucked (and his count wasn’t too high, on that one), and the way the teen wrapped his arms around his body and buried his face in his neck, breathing harshly as his body shifted and flexed around Jinki’s dick, God it was almost too much.
Apparently he was going too slow, because the teen bit rather harshly at his neck and jerked his body, forcing the rest of Jinki’s arousal into his entrance and damn, how could anyone stand the abuse? Just what was this kid’s history, what was he really like to be able to drag a stranger into the bathroom of a club and coerce him into a fuck?
Whatever he was he was good at it and Jinki hissed through his teeth, glasses slipping down his nose with the sweat accumulating on his skin, and the kid bucked and Jinki lost it, driving his cock deeper into that tight body, making the kid mewl and wrap his other leg around Jinki’s waist and rock with him.
Jinki’s previous escapades had all involved a bed, or a couch, or a cushy, horizontal surface for his partner but this was completely different. He had never fucked against a wall, a door, in a public place, and he had never used the term ‘fucked someone into -insert surface here-‘ but right now all of those things were applicable as he drove the teen into the door with such force that the hinges were groaning.
If Jinki had been in his right mind he would have worried about the door breaking with his movements; but as it were, his cock was wrapped in the most delicious vice that he had ever stuck it in, better than a woman’s, better than his right hand, better than just about everything on the entire planet and when the teen’s lips sought his out once again, the kiss sloppy and desperate as Jinki wrapped his clumsy fingers around the other’s arousal. He knew what made him feel good, would it work on this young lion? He swiped his thumb around the tip, he pressed it on the underside of the base, his fingers toyed with the teen’s balls and soon the other was convulsing, making choked sounds of pleasure and then all of a sudden his body grew impossibly tight and Jinki’s breath was sucked out of him as the boy released and he quickly followed after, vaguely registering that he should have pulled out but then decided he couldn’t get the boy pregnant.
Pulling away from each other, the teen slumped against the door to catch his breath, and Jinki caught sight of the soiled end of his shirt and the cum dripping down his legs; Jinki immediately stuttered and apologized as he grabbed some towels to clean up the evidence carefully, mumbling apologies and how he had never done that before and how he shouldn’t have or he should have at least been more gentle about it - the teen laughed and pulled Jinki up, kissing his lips sweetly, making the older just fall silent and enjoy those soft lips.
“Taemin,” the teen breathed against his lips, and Jinki registered it as the teen’s name and he felt elated that he had earned the right to know it, though really it should have been the other way around or maybe not.
Jinki smiled and pressed another sweet kiss to Taemin’s lips, and pulled back to see an amused expression on the younger’s face.
“So, Lee Jinki,” Taemin said conversationally as he pushed away from the door. “You’ve never smoked, you’ve never had sex in public, you’ve never had sex with a man. You did those three things in pretty much one go.” He ran a hand through his hair, his smile softening but the playful expression multiplying tenfold. “Have you ever been in love?”
“Have you?” Jinki shot back almost immediately, but just as quickly wished he hadn’t.
But Taemin merely smiled, and shrugged. “Maybe that’s something you can show me.”
Jinki figured that he might just be up to that challenge.
Pairing: OnTae
Rating: NC-17
Requested by: ellie_eunnie
Notes: Oh God OnTae. Taemin is my least favorite but this was the first one I started working on. x] Maybe because ellie_eunnie is just such a dedicated stalker, even if she 'spots' on my stories and forgets to come back and read them til a week later xD
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The air of the club was stagnant with sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and Jinki found himself suffocated by it all. A pretty girl had dragged him out to this "hot new night club!" and Jinki, being the pushover he was, couldn't say no to her pleading eyes and pouting lips. But, about ten minutes after entering the club, said girl, who Jinki couldn't even remember her name because of the drinks she had bought him, had disappeared into the crowd, and he could just barely see her in the throng between two random guys.
Sighing, Jinki pushed (stumbled) his way out of the club and into the cool night, gasping and sucking in air like he'd never breathed before. As of now, he couldn't remember where he parked his car, and it was probably a good thing, with how much alcohol he had consumed. He rubbed his face and leaned against the brick building, pushing the glasses up on his nose as he glanced around.
To his left, a kid - no, a teen - was approaching. If it weren't for the pretty, soft features, Jinki might have been slightly intimidated by the leathers, chains and studs. As it were, the kid looked like an overgrown kitten trying to be a tom cat.
It took just another long moment for Jinki to realize the kid had stopped in front of him, looking rather amused.
"Er..." Jinki mumbled awkwardly.
"Got a cig?" the strange boy asked, tilting his head in a manner Jinki almost thought to be cute.
"No, I don't smoke," Jinki managed to say without slurring his words too much.
"Shame," the boy said, before pulling a pack of slightly crumbled Marb Reds out of his pocket.
Jinki stared. "Why did you ask if I had one?" he asked, the situation too much for his hazed mind to handle.
The boy shrugged, "I'm running low." He flicked open a plain black zippo and placed a fag between his lips, lighting it expertly before pocketing both it and the cigarettes.
Jinki watched as plump lips encircled the filter, watched as that pale neck flexed on the inhale; he could almost see the nicotine working its way through the teen's veins, and as the youth exhaled, Jinki licked his lips idly.
"Wanna try?"
The man snapped back to reality - he was not thinking about how attractive this kid was - and stared at the cigarette dumbly. As he took the offered cancer stick, he made a note in the back of his mind never to drink again, for alcohol caused him to check out boys, MINOR boys, and smoke. Not good.
Bringing the lit stick to his lips - he didn't even know where this boy's mouth has been - he took a drag and inhaled. At first it was ok, and then his body suddenly rejected the poison in the form of a hacking cough and a headache.
The teen laughed and took the cigarette back, mischief dancing in his eyes as he reached out to gently pat Jinki's back. Said man tried to ignore the warmth that seeped through his shirt.
"Guess you really don't smoke," the kid said, obviously bemused as he took another drag.
"Lee Jinki!"
A screech from their right caused both boys to glance up, one slightly alarmed and the other with a widening, playful smile. Jinki's date was stomping towards him, and said man shrunk back into the building with guilt.
"How dare you just leave me in there!" she yelled, shoving Jinki's shoulder.
While Jinki recoiled, the stranger grabbed the girls' retreating wrist, and what was that Jinki had thought earlier about the kid being a kitten? He looked like an irritated lion, now.
"Yah, watch it. I'm sure he had a reason to leave your skanky ass."
The girls' eyes narrowed, and Jinki gulped as he looked between them. He all of a sudden wished that the almost annoying amused smile was back on the kid's lips.
"And who the fuck are you?" she spat, eyeing the teen with distaste. "An escort?"
The teen laughed outright and let go of her wrist, simultaneously pushing her back.
"I'm a better date than you are," the teen purred, reaching out to wrap a slender arm around Jinki's waist. "So go grind on strange dudes while I entertain this handsome man."
She was silent with anger for a moment, before she turned on her heel and disappeared back into the club.
After the fiasco, Jinki turned bewildered eyes on to the teen, not sure how to register the situation. After a long moment, he spoke.
"You think I'm handsome?"
The teen chuckled and pulled Jinki off towards the left, into the alleyway, where he pressed the bespectacled man against the wall.
"Handsome," the boy repeated, his lips next to Jinki's ear, eliciting a shudder, "in an adorably awkward way." He licked the shell of Jinki's ear and let out a breathy chuckle, the scent of nicotine on his breath not bothering Jinki like the man thought it should have. "I wonder what else you've never tried before..."
Jinki couldn't swallow the lump that formed in his throat.
It's the alcohol that's making my head rush, alcohol alcohol alcohol!
He cracked open an eye - when did he close them? - only to find himself alone in the alley. His heart was pounding against his rib cage and his knees were weak; he pushed himself away from the grimy wall and glanced around, wondering if his drunken mind had just imagined that leather-clad lion. His hand reached up, fingers fiddling with the lobe of his ear, which still felt hot and slightly damp. There was a burn in his throat and his lungs, and he shook his head, feeling sobered up as he wandered out of the alley.
"No more alcohol," he mumbled, before his foot caught on his shoe lace and sent him face-first into the pavement.
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A week later, Jinki found himself at the same club, only this time he was by himself and sans alcohol. He didn't know why he was there. He had worked the past five days in a stuffy cubicle with his annoying, flamboyantly gay secretary (he had nothing against gays, but Kibum was ridiculous), along with his snarky, macho cubicle partner Jonghyun who wouldn't shut up about his latest conquests. The only person in the office that Jinki actually enjoyed the company of was Minho, Kibum's silent, devastatingly handsome boyfriend. Even Jinki would attest to that.
But between Kibum's endless stories about shoes, skinny jeans and how he should be in charge of the dress code to make "drab pant suits fab~", and Jonghyun's amazing ability to educate Jinki on the more "exotic flavors of night life" (and subsequently scarring Jinki for life), Jinki found himself wanting to lash out.
Only, due to his awkward and accommodating nature, Jinki had no idea how to lash out, to rebel and do something for himself.
So naturally, his mind drifted to that leather lion, and how carefree the kid seemed to be. On top of that, the kid seemed to be pretty sure and confident of himself. Unlike Jinki, who was clumsy, unsure, and couldn't even puff a cig or hold his alcohol. Perhaps it was the fact they were polar opposites that drew him in. Maybe it was the lingering whisper of forbidden territory the boy offered that made Jinki want to see him again.
"Peut-etre..." Jinki sang under his breath as he sat at the bar, nursing a lemonade.
"Oh, so you can speak French?"
Jinki turned to the seat next to him that had been unoccupied all night, shocked to see the lion cub sitting in it. The boy's auburn hair was tousled, like he couldn't keep his hands out of it, the fringe covering his mischievous eyes. His thin, shapely legs were clad in acid-wash grey denim skinny jeans, shiny black high tops on his feet. A black tee with bold white English lettering on it adorned his thin frame, stretching over the thin chest and narrow waist, making the boy seem even more harmless.
"Er," Jinki had heard the question, but forgot it as soon as he took in the boy's appearance.
"You could at least buy me a drink, you know," the teen pressed, not even phased by Jinki's awkward pause.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Jinki strung together a coherent sentence as he stared at the teen, who was swiveling slightly on the stool.
"No. But you'll still buy me one."
It was like Jinki was on auto-pilot, ordering a cranberry and vodka for the teen, who had managed to get into the club in the first place, so surely no one would wonder if he was old enough to drink. How he got in was a mystery, he barely looked seventeen, let alone the legal age of nineteen. The auburn-haired boy happily sipped on the drink like it was straight juice, and Jinki felt that fascination again.
"So, Lee Jinki."
Jinki was startled when the teen used his full name, but vaguely recalled that nameless girl from last week screeching it at the top of her lungs. After recovering from the slight shock, he waited for the boy to keep speaking. However, the teen merely took another slow, languid sip of his drink and studied Jinki's face.
On instinct, Jinki flushed; he wasn't used to people hawk-eyeing him, especially at such close proximity. Kibum often told him he was handsome and it should be illegal for him to be single, but Jinki just brushed it off as Kibum being... well, Kibum. But now, with someone he didn't even know checking him out, he felt... self-conscious? He had always been shy but this was different. And he had no clue why.
"Gonna ask me my name?"
"What's your name?" Jinki blurted it out before he could even think, before he bit his bottom lip and averted his eyes to his lemonade.
But instead of giving Jinki his name, the boy set down his empty glass (was he even buzzed?), and grabbed Jinki's hand to pull him onto the dance floor. Jinki could dance, sure, he just preferred not to -- oh.
Oh.
With the teen's arms around his neck and their chests pressed together, Jinki suddenly forgot about his preferences. His mind went blank for a split second, before it kicked into high gear.
Oh God this kid is a minor I just supplied him alcohol he's a minor he's touching me--
"You can earn the right to know my name."
Jinki's knees almost went weak.
For being such a thin kid, the lion was an amazing dancer. He could roll his hips and snap them back around like nobody's business, and he was a lot better to look at than any girl Jinki had dated before. People on the dance floor were staring at them openly, but Jinki couldn't find himself to care as his hands found purchase on the teen's hips and kept him close.
Suddenly the teen's ass was pressing against Jinki's groin - the man's hands instantly tightened their grip on thin hips as the svelte boy ground into him. Girls had done the same thing in the past, but for some unexplainable reason, this time it sparked a fire deep within Jinki's belly. The teen was unyielding, reaching his arms up and behind him to thread his fingers in Jinki's hair, his back bowing as his ass ground into Jinki's crotch. His head dropped onto Jinki's shoulder and the man's hands pulled the teen back every time his hips rolled away, needing to feel more contact of this lion.
What possessed him to do any of this, he didn't know. Jinki felt like he had no control of his hands, which were wandering up and down and all over the teen's chest. He had no control over his hips, which were rolling and grinding in time with the teen's, and he most certainly had no control over his lips, which were laying butterfly kisses over every inch of the boy's neck that was exposed.
But when the teen abruptly turned around and smashed his lips against Jinki's, the awkward, fumbling, shy man knew that he had lost complete control of the situation.
Jinki had been doing well the majority of the night, only tripping once when he entered the club and not spilling any of his drink (but he choked on an ice cube). It was an A+ night, for his standards, but as the teen started to push him backwards, he lost his footing and nearly fell over; lean but surprisingly strong arms kept him upright, and Jinki had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason he was still upright was because the kid's lips were like a vacuum on his own as their tongues battled. The next thing he knew, he was pushing the teen into the first available room, opening the door and pinning the thin teen to the wall.
It was fine for about .5 seconds, and then the sound of giggling girls reached Jinki's ears as he tore his lips away from the teen.
Ah... the women's restroom.
The girls smiled and giggled and ushered themselves out of the bathroom, Jinki's face flushed in embarrassment as they made a few cat calls upon their leave. As soon as the door swung shut, the teen reached out and dead bolted it, before grabbing Jinki's face and drawing him back down for a sloppy, needy kiss. Once again coherent thought left Jinki's mind as he felt the teen's tongue slide against his own, and he threw caution to the wind as he pushed his knee between slender, powerful thighs. The teen arched his back, letting out a moan as he rocked against Jinki's leg, and Jinki broke their lips with a low gasp as he felt the others' fingers deftly undoing his belt buckle and fastenings of his pants. Slender, hot fingers wrapped around his hardening shaft and Jinki sucked in a breath, his lips moving to the boy's neck as he nibbled and licked and sucked, surging his hips forward into the tantalizing touch.
The teen whined and arched his body needily against Jinki’s and really this should be illegal - hell it was illegal - to feel this good and to have this boy pinned against the door like Jinki owned him or something. The lion was tamed as Jinki hastily undid the two belts that adorned his hips (seriously, what was with kids’ fashion nowadays) and only tripped his thumb on the buckles a couple of times, pushing the denim down slender thighs as the jeans pooled at the teen’s ankles and the teen easily kicked him off without a second thought.
They were in a club, they were in a grimy bathroom that Jinki was sure carried Hepatitis A but he couldn’t think about anything other than the way their dicks slid together, and how it was like nothing Jinki had ever felt in his entire life. Soft curves and supple skin was gone replaced by quivering abs and a hard cock and Jinki wrapped his fingers around both shafts as they moved together, his hand getting slick with pre-cum as he jerked them off, and the teen was making noises that could rival a woman’s and blow them out of the water. It helped, though, that his partner was a male - he knew this anatomy much better and his head couldn’t take any more hits for not finding the g-spot on the first try.
“Ngh, Jinki, please…” the other panted, rolling his hips and lifting his leg over Jinki’s hip, drawing him even closer. “Please, fuck me, right now Jinki…” His eyes were glazed over with lust and desire when they met Jinki’s and fuck, that look shot straight to his cock as he spit into his hand and coated his erection, and then paused.
“We need-“
“Jinki.”
The teen’s voice was low and feral and Jinki should have been irked that he wasn’t using honorifics, but instead he was frozen to the spot as the other gripped onto his hair with long fingers and tugged.
“Fuck. Me.”
Alright, Jinki may be dense but he could take a hint as he shifted the kids’ thigh on his hip and aligned his cock with the other’s entrance, feeling it dip and quiver against the tip of his erection and God, this bathroom had Hepititis A and he was going to fuck this kid without a condom and really Jinki wouldn’t be surprised if he was dead come morning from a flesh-eating disease or at least a disease that rotted the brain until it turned to mush and leaked out the ears.
But even with those thoughts Jinki still pushed into that tight heat, that encompassing warmth that made his head lighter and spin faster than any pussy he had ever fucked (and his count wasn’t too high, on that one), and the way the teen wrapped his arms around his body and buried his face in his neck, breathing harshly as his body shifted and flexed around Jinki’s dick, God it was almost too much.
Apparently he was going too slow, because the teen bit rather harshly at his neck and jerked his body, forcing the rest of Jinki’s arousal into his entrance and damn, how could anyone stand the abuse? Just what was this kid’s history, what was he really like to be able to drag a stranger into the bathroom of a club and coerce him into a fuck?
Whatever he was he was good at it and Jinki hissed through his teeth, glasses slipping down his nose with the sweat accumulating on his skin, and the kid bucked and Jinki lost it, driving his cock deeper into that tight body, making the kid mewl and wrap his other leg around Jinki’s waist and rock with him.
Jinki’s previous escapades had all involved a bed, or a couch, or a cushy, horizontal surface for his partner but this was completely different. He had never fucked against a wall, a door, in a public place, and he had never used the term ‘fucked someone into -insert surface here-‘ but right now all of those things were applicable as he drove the teen into the door with such force that the hinges were groaning.
If Jinki had been in his right mind he would have worried about the door breaking with his movements; but as it were, his cock was wrapped in the most delicious vice that he had ever stuck it in, better than a woman’s, better than his right hand, better than just about everything on the entire planet and when the teen’s lips sought his out once again, the kiss sloppy and desperate as Jinki wrapped his clumsy fingers around the other’s arousal. He knew what made him feel good, would it work on this young lion? He swiped his thumb around the tip, he pressed it on the underside of the base, his fingers toyed with the teen’s balls and soon the other was convulsing, making choked sounds of pleasure and then all of a sudden his body grew impossibly tight and Jinki’s breath was sucked out of him as the boy released and he quickly followed after, vaguely registering that he should have pulled out but then decided he couldn’t get the boy pregnant.
Pulling away from each other, the teen slumped against the door to catch his breath, and Jinki caught sight of the soiled end of his shirt and the cum dripping down his legs; Jinki immediately stuttered and apologized as he grabbed some towels to clean up the evidence carefully, mumbling apologies and how he had never done that before and how he shouldn’t have or he should have at least been more gentle about it - the teen laughed and pulled Jinki up, kissing his lips sweetly, making the older just fall silent and enjoy those soft lips.
“Taemin,” the teen breathed against his lips, and Jinki registered it as the teen’s name and he felt elated that he had earned the right to know it, though really it should have been the other way around or maybe not.
Jinki smiled and pressed another sweet kiss to Taemin’s lips, and pulled back to see an amused expression on the younger’s face.
“So, Lee Jinki,” Taemin said conversationally as he pushed away from the door. “You’ve never smoked, you’ve never had sex in public, you’ve never had sex with a man. You did those three things in pretty much one go.” He ran a hand through his hair, his smile softening but the playful expression multiplying tenfold. “Have you ever been in love?”
“Have you?” Jinki shot back almost immediately, but just as quickly wished he hadn’t.
But Taemin merely smiled, and shrugged. “Maybe that’s something you can show me.”
Jinki figured that he might just be up to that challenge.