Things that Go Bump in the Night [3/5]
Title: Things that Go Bump in the Night [3/5]
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey, OnTae
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Disclaimer: SME owns pretty boys and I own words. Talk about unfairness.
Summary: "Take me places!" Taemin moans from his spot on the couch, eyes closing in complaint and mouth set on a constant pout.
A/N: yay I'm late ._. I had written this quite some time ago, but felt iffy about posting it. Sorry, and I hope you enjoy ♥
"Take me places!" Taemin moans from his spot on the couch, eyes closing in complaint and mouth set on a constant pout.
"You have shot down every possible idea I had," Kibum rolls his eyes at his brother, mug of coffee on his hands.
The boy huffs. "That's because every single one of them was linked to shopping," he justifies and props himself up, small pillow supporting his elbow as he lays on the cushions.
Seriously, it's not that bad, he thinks and crosses his legs (he shouldn't have bought this armchair, it's uncomfortable). He just watches the boy, waiting for an elaboration. And shouldn't he be studying, anyway?
"By 'places', I clearly mean bars. At night. With alcohol," he explains, emphasising all the crucial words, and Kibum emits a mock-scandalised gasp.
"What all that is considered illegal?" he asks, hand on his chest in disbelief.
"Not when you know people," he smiles with a glint in his eyes.
"Corrupted at such a young age," Kibum shakes his head. "I'm so proud of you," he adds, his pointer following the trail of a sole invisible tear on his cheek.
"Of course you are," Taemin chuckles in response, eyes lazily gluing to the TV screen in from of him. "So," he trails off and feels Kibum's cautious stare on him. Everybody knows that this tone combined with this word is dangerous when it comes to Taemin. "This house."
"What about it?"
"Anything interesting?" he cuts to the chase, and understands the other gets him, when Kibum's knee twitches faintly. Normally, it would go unnoticed, but this is Taemin we're talking about.
Kibum pushes down the need to scratch the back of his head. "I wouldn't say so."
Awkward pause.
"Is there any guy you've glassed?" the younger boy rephrases, absent-mindedly switching channels.
"Maybe," he replies, deciding this is going to be over sooner if he just cooperates.
"Is he blond?"
"Well, partiall-"
"Is he witty?"
"True."
"Does he anger you beyond belief?"
"God, yes."
"Does he have a hot body?"
"...Well, he's a bit of a midget, but-"
"Go for it," Taemin's voice is definite, leaving no room for conversation. Kibum feels drained, but then his brother speaks again.
"So, tell me about that belt you got."
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"My God, Taemin, what have I done to you," Kibum exhales, eyes wide as he stares at the exterior of the club. Who on earth names a gay bar Genie? "Are you even allowed to go in?"
His brother rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, pulling him towards the entrance. "I'm allowed to do anything I want, but I wouldn't say the same about those older than me," he replies with a wink and Kibum is caught between feeling proud or truly ashamed to be his brother.
The buff guy standing outside of the building nods at Taemin the moment he spots him. That fact alone is supposed to freak Kibum out, shock is replaced by awe and excitement the moment his brother pushes the doors open. Heavy bass and steady beats fill his ears even seconds before he really gets inside, and the only thought that comes to his mind is 'dance'.
He's still being tugged at by Taemin, who seems to be fluent in navigating through the place. They go by a sea of dancing bodies before finally reaching what must be their destination.
"Hey, kiddo," a man behind the counter shouts over the music, and Kibum thinks it was directed towards him, until Taemin lets go, only to have his hair softly ruffled by the guy.
"Hey, yourself," the boy says but smiles, head nuzzling that other's palm for the tiniest of moments, and Kibum can only watch. "I brought my brother along," he says once most of the physical connection is lost, and his eyes direct the man towards Kibum, just two steps away.
"Kibum, right? I've heard about you!" the bubbly guy offers a grin a tad too bright and extends his hand over the bar. "I'm J-"
"Just how old are you?" Kibum cuts him off sharply, when he's close enough.
"I..." the man trails off nervously, eyes barely two curved lines as he smiles awkwardly. "Twenty, I'm twenty," he replies, and Kibum is about to start a preach about morals and laws, when Taemin's fingers encircle his wrist, demanding his attention.
"Out of the two of us," Taemin begins, pointing between him and that pedophile. "Who is your brother?" he asks and Kibum confused, actually wondering if he misheard (which, hey, wouldn't be that impossible).
"...You," he finally yells loud enough to be heard and the younger seems pleased with the answer.
"Based on that fact alone," he starts again, pausing only to accept a glass of some pink liquid, right off the bartender's hands. "Who do you think did the seducing here?" he asks before bringing the drink to Kibum's lips.
Kibums downs a brave sip (it tastes good, actually, all fruits-of-passion-ish), and takes a minute to watch the two. His stare falls on Taemin's coy one, and then flies towards the other's sheepish eyes. "Point taken, baby boy," he exclaims before chuckling a bit on his own. It's never too early to be happily buzzed.
"There, there," Taemin says with a smile. "Now, why don't you go dazzle some people while Jinki and I talk?" he offers before gently pushing Kibum towards the general direction of the dancefloor.
"Good idea," he replies without second thought and seems to be on his way before suddenly turning around, pointing a finger at Jinki. He's not audible, not a chance, but his lips are readable. "You're still 20, though, so I'll be watching you," he threatens before getting lost in the crowd and dim lighting.
"Do you always mentally manhandle people?" the bartender asks with a fond smile and Taemin smirks as he leans over the counter, significantly decreasing the distance between them.
He whispers, this time. "It's only to preserve physical energy needed elsewhere."
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Kibum has no idea how long he's been doing this for, but he feels like he'd dance the whole week away, if he could.
The music blasting off the speakers is loud and dirty, probably the way it sounds to someone who hasn't spent the last nights at anywhere but his cave, and Kibum sympathises.
The fingers on his ass get more intense as he's getting pulled into a body, but his own hands come to land on the other's chest. Kibum smirks in a way that's either saying Not yet or Honey, I have some standards, but it's most probably the latter, judging by the other's face. Well, it's not like he's ugly or anything, but he's definitely not his type; his lips are thin, his eyes just don't have that thing about them, and his cheekbones are all wrong.
He's pretty insistent, though (Rightfully, Kibum brags to himself), as he doesn't stop pulling. His fingers grab harder, in a way that may leave bruises for him to remember, and Kibum is mostly stuck onto him, when two entwined hands come into his periphery from behind. They appear from the top of his line of vision, and start rolling down, past his eyes and chin, slicing the air between Kibum and the pushy guy, until they rest on Kibum's hips.
He can see the other glaring past his shoulder in a way that could only be described as 'defining my territory', but whoever is behind Kibum is clearly winning, judging by the guy's eventual retreat.
The song changes, obviously heavier than the previous one, and Kibum is about to turn around to see who rightfully 'won' him, when this voice comes from right next to his ear, all too wet and familiar.
"Do you usually let strangers hump the living daylights out of you?"
Kibum doesn't feel the need to check, anymore. Instead, he just shouts his reply out, knowing it will be heard by the right person. "Do you usually go to gay bars when you're not knocking up chicks?"
The other laughs, the vibration roaring through his chest and reaching Kibum's spine. "You didn't answer my question," he says into his ear after a second, his fingers brushing by the skin of Kibum's hips, underneath his shirt. Kibum doesn't even spend a second wondering how the other got there, anyway.
He eventually turns his head around, only to face just the right shades of blond hair sticking out, the exact kind of curves framing two black eyes, the most perfect smirk. "I'm very picky," he says eventually, lips ghosting by lips. He's not sure when or why he stopped dancing, but he decides to resume, starting with a slow thrust backwards. So what if he's asking for it.
"Does that mean I qualify?" Jonghyun asks, not even pretending to not be ogling the hell out of Kibum's mouth, returning the action.
"I'll let you live with that illusion, for now," he smiles and turns his head around just the right second, avoiding a mush of lips.
He feels the other exhale violently and registers receiving a hard yank at his hips, the sensation of something warmer, before most of what's to come consists of a blur.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey, OnTae
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Disclaimer: SME owns pretty boys and I own words. Talk about unfairness.
Summary: "Take me places!" Taemin moans from his spot on the couch, eyes closing in complaint and mouth set on a constant pout.
A/N: yay I'm late ._. I had written this quite some time ago, but felt iffy about posting it. Sorry, and I hope you enjoy ♥
"Take me places!" Taemin moans from his spot on the couch, eyes closing in complaint and mouth set on a constant pout.
"You have shot down every possible idea I had," Kibum rolls his eyes at his brother, mug of coffee on his hands.
The boy huffs. "That's because every single one of them was linked to shopping," he justifies and props himself up, small pillow supporting his elbow as he lays on the cushions.
Seriously, it's not that bad, he thinks and crosses his legs (he shouldn't have bought this armchair, it's uncomfortable). He just watches the boy, waiting for an elaboration. And shouldn't he be studying, anyway?
"By 'places', I clearly mean bars. At night. With alcohol," he explains, emphasising all the crucial words, and Kibum emits a mock-scandalised gasp.
"What all that is considered illegal?" he asks, hand on his chest in disbelief.
"Not when you know people," he smiles with a glint in his eyes.
"Corrupted at such a young age," Kibum shakes his head. "I'm so proud of you," he adds, his pointer following the trail of a sole invisible tear on his cheek.
"Of course you are," Taemin chuckles in response, eyes lazily gluing to the TV screen in from of him. "So," he trails off and feels Kibum's cautious stare on him. Everybody knows that this tone combined with this word is dangerous when it comes to Taemin. "This house."
"What about it?"
"Anything interesting?" he cuts to the chase, and understands the other gets him, when Kibum's knee twitches faintly. Normally, it would go unnoticed, but this is Taemin we're talking about.
Kibum pushes down the need to scratch the back of his head. "I wouldn't say so."
Awkward pause.
"Is there any guy you've glassed?" the younger boy rephrases, absent-mindedly switching channels.
"Maybe," he replies, deciding this is going to be over sooner if he just cooperates.
"Is he blond?"
"Well, partiall-"
"Is he witty?"
"True."
"Does he anger you beyond belief?"
"God, yes."
"Does he have a hot body?"
"...Well, he's a bit of a midget, but-"
"Go for it," Taemin's voice is definite, leaving no room for conversation. Kibum feels drained, but then his brother speaks again.
"So, tell me about that belt you got."
------
"My God, Taemin, what have I done to you," Kibum exhales, eyes wide as he stares at the exterior of the club. Who on earth names a gay bar Genie? "Are you even allowed to go in?"
His brother rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, pulling him towards the entrance. "I'm allowed to do anything I want, but I wouldn't say the same about those older than me," he replies with a wink and Kibum is caught between feeling proud or truly ashamed to be his brother.
The buff guy standing outside of the building nods at Taemin the moment he spots him. That fact alone is supposed to freak Kibum out, shock is replaced by awe and excitement the moment his brother pushes the doors open. Heavy bass and steady beats fill his ears even seconds before he really gets inside, and the only thought that comes to his mind is 'dance'.
He's still being tugged at by Taemin, who seems to be fluent in navigating through the place. They go by a sea of dancing bodies before finally reaching what must be their destination.
"Hey, kiddo," a man behind the counter shouts over the music, and Kibum thinks it was directed towards him, until Taemin lets go, only to have his hair softly ruffled by the guy.
"Hey, yourself," the boy says but smiles, head nuzzling that other's palm for the tiniest of moments, and Kibum can only watch. "I brought my brother along," he says once most of the physical connection is lost, and his eyes direct the man towards Kibum, just two steps away.
"Kibum, right? I've heard about you!" the bubbly guy offers a grin a tad too bright and extends his hand over the bar. "I'm J-"
"Just how old are you?" Kibum cuts him off sharply, when he's close enough.
"I..." the man trails off nervously, eyes barely two curved lines as he smiles awkwardly. "Twenty, I'm twenty," he replies, and Kibum is about to start a preach about morals and laws, when Taemin's fingers encircle his wrist, demanding his attention.
"Out of the two of us," Taemin begins, pointing between him and that pedophile. "Who is your brother?" he asks and Kibum confused, actually wondering if he misheard (which, hey, wouldn't be that impossible).
"...You," he finally yells loud enough to be heard and the younger seems pleased with the answer.
"Based on that fact alone," he starts again, pausing only to accept a glass of some pink liquid, right off the bartender's hands. "Who do you think did the seducing here?" he asks before bringing the drink to Kibum's lips.
Kibums downs a brave sip (it tastes good, actually, all fruits-of-passion-ish), and takes a minute to watch the two. His stare falls on Taemin's coy one, and then flies towards the other's sheepish eyes. "Point taken, baby boy," he exclaims before chuckling a bit on his own. It's never too early to be happily buzzed.
"There, there," Taemin says with a smile. "Now, why don't you go dazzle some people while Jinki and I talk?" he offers before gently pushing Kibum towards the general direction of the dancefloor.
"Good idea," he replies without second thought and seems to be on his way before suddenly turning around, pointing a finger at Jinki. He's not audible, not a chance, but his lips are readable. "You're still 20, though, so I'll be watching you," he threatens before getting lost in the crowd and dim lighting.
"Do you always mentally manhandle people?" the bartender asks with a fond smile and Taemin smirks as he leans over the counter, significantly decreasing the distance between them.
He whispers, this time. "It's only to preserve physical energy needed elsewhere."
-----
Kibum has no idea how long he's been doing this for, but he feels like he'd dance the whole week away, if he could.
The music blasting off the speakers is loud and dirty, probably the way it sounds to someone who hasn't spent the last nights at anywhere but his cave, and Kibum sympathises.
The fingers on his ass get more intense as he's getting pulled into a body, but his own hands come to land on the other's chest. Kibum smirks in a way that's either saying Not yet or Honey, I have some standards, but it's most probably the latter, judging by the other's face. Well, it's not like he's ugly or anything, but he's definitely not his type; his lips are thin, his eyes just don't have that thing about them, and his cheekbones are all wrong.
He's pretty insistent, though (Rightfully, Kibum brags to himself), as he doesn't stop pulling. His fingers grab harder, in a way that may leave bruises for him to remember, and Kibum is mostly stuck onto him, when two entwined hands come into his periphery from behind. They appear from the top of his line of vision, and start rolling down, past his eyes and chin, slicing the air between Kibum and the pushy guy, until they rest on Kibum's hips.
He can see the other glaring past his shoulder in a way that could only be described as 'defining my territory', but whoever is behind Kibum is clearly winning, judging by the guy's eventual retreat.
The song changes, obviously heavier than the previous one, and Kibum is about to turn around to see who rightfully 'won' him, when this voice comes from right next to his ear, all too wet and familiar.
"Do you usually let strangers hump the living daylights out of you?"
Kibum doesn't feel the need to check, anymore. Instead, he just shouts his reply out, knowing it will be heard by the right person. "Do you usually go to gay bars when you're not knocking up chicks?"
The other laughs, the vibration roaring through his chest and reaching Kibum's spine. "You didn't answer my question," he says into his ear after a second, his fingers brushing by the skin of Kibum's hips, underneath his shirt. Kibum doesn't even spend a second wondering how the other got there, anyway.
He eventually turns his head around, only to face just the right shades of blond hair sticking out, the exact kind of curves framing two black eyes, the most perfect smirk. "I'm very picky," he says eventually, lips ghosting by lips. He's not sure when or why he stopped dancing, but he decides to resume, starting with a slow thrust backwards. So what if he's asking for it.
"Does that mean I qualify?" Jonghyun asks, not even pretending to not be ogling the hell out of Kibum's mouth, returning the action.
"I'll let you live with that illusion, for now," he smiles and turns his head around just the right second, avoiding a mush of lips.
He feels the other exhale violently and registers receiving a hard yank at his hips, the sensation of something warmer, before most of what's to come consists of a blur.