Desperate Love
Title: Desperate Love
Author: xxqod
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: PG-15
A/N: Happy Birthday to night_serenade ! :D Hope you'll like it :) I wasn't sure about the pairing(s), but I kind of scanned through your journal to reassure me. XD
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He hadn't been around much lately, their schedules always separating them, making them miss each other by a few minutes. Seriously, Jonghyun had enough. He wanted to sleep again without worries about Minho being a bit too friendly with Taemin. He didn't have to worry about Key and Onew going after his boyfriend, those two couldn't even bare to be separate for a second.
It became something he didn't want but every time one of the hyungdeul, be it Super Junior or 2PM, became touchy with his Taemin on air ("and even more behind the scenes" Jonghyun thought bitterly), his nostrils flared and his fists balled. He couldn't do anything as he himself prepared for another show, only being able to catch glimpses of his lover at the screen which broadcasted what Jonghyun wanted: Taemin.
After two weeks Jonghyun had a day off and he welcomed it greatly, seeing how he was constantly forced to smile when the camera landed on him (and that was quite a few times), show his charisma by singing or just give his puppy eyes, making the audience swoon.
His feet on the table in front of him, bowl of popcorn at his side and the remote control in his hand, he was torn between deciding to watch the whole collection of 'Sex and the City' or 'Desperate Housewives', gifts the fans gave Key. "Probably because he's such a girl," Jonghyun added mentally.
He closed his eyes and took the DVD of 'Desperate Housewives'. He sighed, feigning he was not happy with his choice. Like he didn't know that one lay on his right side. Then realization hit him, he had to get up to put the DVD in, just when he made himself comfortable.
Groaning he put his feet down and dragged them to the player, inserting the disc. Luckily it didn't give out on him, he couldn't need that right now. He walked back settling on his spot when he noticed he had to get himself something to drink.
Standing up again he looked inside the refrigerator, seeing nothing but healthy juice, courtesy of Kibum, who didn't want them to drink junk. Jonghyun knew where Kibum hid his stash of lemonade, the bubbly one. He wondered why he didn't get the 'Almighty' nick name, as he took two bottles, this time having everything needed. The blanket and pillows were always on the couch. As the intro began, Jonghyun wrapped himself in the blanket and built a wall of colourful pillows around him.
Fifteen minutes into the first episode and he had no idea what it was about, the pillows had his attention all the time. The door to the dorm opened and Jonghyun looked at the direction of the hallway, waiting for whoever it was that came home, showed themselves. Taemin's head became visible and Jonghyun's eyes widened and he jumped off the couch, his carefully built pillow igloo breaking apart. He was finally able to touch his Taemin again.
Jonghyun didn't expect Taemin to freeze in his hold. His confusion was not everlasting when he heard what Taemin heard the first time. A loud moan and banging. His head snapped back to the offending piece of electronics, seeing the woman being fucked by what looked like the gardener. It sounded desperate. "Desperate Housewife alright."
Taemin pulled away, but his eyes were still glued to the screen. "Was that a blush on the magnae's cheeks?" Jonghyun smirked. The boy must be as sex-deprived as he was those two weeks long.
"What are you watching?" Taemin dropped the use of 'hyung' a long time ago, mostly referring to Jonghyun by only his name. But Jonghyun still had some memorable memories about special occasions where Taemin would still call him 'hyung', with a delicious stretch to it. Jonghyun moistened his lips at the thoughts clouding his mind, but snapped back when Taemin shook his shoulder.
"I asked, 'What are you watching'?" It sounded more annoyed now and Jonghyun shrugged.
"What does it look like to you?" Taemin couldn't answer when those fingers brushed against the skin of his cheeks, going down to his neck and lingered there. Jonghyun smirked again and leaned in, while Taemin shut his eyes. Lips touched the shell of his left ear and the breath abusing it made him shudder.
Jonghyun trained his eyes on the television, taking in everything he sees. He reached for the remote control, bending Taemin backwards, their bodies sliding against each others'. After turning the volume up he threw the remote on the couch. He felt Taemin tense when the moans echoed louder through the room and Jonghyun took that as the cue to whisper in Taemin's ear.
"I'm watching a woman being fucked by a man on the dinner table." He released his breath and Taemin kind of lost the strength in his legs.
"You want to know how she spread her legs for a guy she doesn't even know? Very willingly. I wonder if you do the same for your hyungdeul you've been with on the shootings." Jonghyun's hands slid down Taemin's neck and he tucked them into the other's back pockets, slightly kneading the flesh there while his left leg pushed forward. His thigh connected with the front of Taemin's jeans. Taemin moaned when he felt the pressure, it made him lightheaded.
"I'm sure you want to spread your legs for me just as bad, don't you? Taemin?" Taemin subconsciously tightened his hold on the back of Jonghyun's button-up shirt, when he heard Jonghyun speak with a much lower voice than he did normally. He didn't know when he had clung onto Jonghyun, but he had missed the close contact they had.
Cold palms pressed against his back and Taemin pushed himself away from them, resulting in him pressing up against Jonghyun. Then Jonghyun latched his lips onto his neck, sucking a bit before biting down. Taemin arched his back beautifully and his head fell to the side, giving Jonghyun more access to abuse the skin there.
His teeth scraped across skin, and he felt nails dug into his back, tearing the shirt. Finally he moved his mouth up, kissing Taemin's jaw and cheeks before leaning in to touch their lips together in a soft and loving kiss. He sighed in contentment when he pulled away only to have a hand on the back of his neck bringing him back forward. This time for a needy and hungry kiss. When they parted both struggled for air to fill their lungs with.
"I missed you." Taemin said sincerely, giving Jonghyun a hug. The older one smiled and brought his arms around the smaller frame, holding him tight.
"Me too. Me too." Taemin tugged him to the couch and they laid down. Jonghyun on top of Taemin, his ear at the magnae's chest, he listened to the steady heartbeat. The series and his urge to devour Taemin were forgotten and Jonghyun closed his eyes when Taemin began to stroke his hair, tracing the features of his face with light fingertips.
It was soothing and Jonghyun tried not to fall asleep since he could spend this precious time much better, but when Taemin began to hum a love song, something Jonghyun had written himself for Taemin's birthday, he was lost in a world of dreams.
Taemin smiled and kept softly singing the song while he dug the remote from underneath his body, turning the television off. He shifted a bit to get the blanket and pillows, almost scared when Jonghyun grunted but held tighter onto his waist. He wrapped the blanket around them and fell asleep himself.
Later that night an extra blanket was covering them and Taemin knew it was Kibum's doing, the umma could never let his son freeze to death, even with Jonghyun's body warmth surrounding him. He brought his hand up to brush the bangs out of his eyes, but noticed he couldn't. He looked down and a smile tugged at his lips when he saw Jonghyun had somehow interlaced their fingers together in his sleep, palms pressing against each others'.
He turned his head to see Jonghyun's hair blocking his sight. He still lay the way he did when they went to sleep. His other arm still underneath Taemin's small frame, but it would be numb in the morning nonetheless.
"He surely sleeps like a log." Taemin thought and barely missed the whisper coming from Jonghyun's lips.
"I love you Taeminnie, I love you." He almost laughed when Jonghyun scrunched up his nose a second after, tremors surging through his body to keep it in. Typical Jonghyun to make a romantic moment a comical one. Taemin pressed a kiss to his hyung's forehead and whispered against the skin,
"I love you too, Jonghyun. I love you too."
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A/N: I don’t care for 'Sex and the City' and 'Desperate Housewives', didn't even watch it. I just needed some girly series I can totally picture Key watching and Jonghyun secretly likes it too. *is convinced of this*