Of French Customs and Old Times. Part 12
Title: Of French Customs and Old Times.
Status: Part 12 of ?
Author: xxqod
Pairings: Jonghyun/Taemin/Minho, Jinki/Kibum
Rating: PG-15
A/N: For bopeep_achu who requested this, it takes place in France of the 18th Century. Incorrect use of the French language XD lol, I only had basic French. It's not historically correct and I used their Korean names, cause I can't bring myself to change them. (Don't bash me for it! >.< )
~There's a wordlist at the end of each part, stating the French words and their translation.~
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Kibum enters his own room he just left to show Jonghyun where he was supposed to be. His eyes glance around in search for the older boy who was sitting on his bed in a dazed confusion moments earlier, but now the bed was empty and Kibum doesn't see him anywhere. "Where could he have gone?"
Just as he wants to turn around to wander through the castle, thinking Jinki must have been hungry, he hears the door close behind him and two strong arms wrap around his waist. He looks down to find the arms bare and the chest that presses against his back is probably bare too, because he catches Jinki's vest and undershirt from the corner of his eyes, hanging over his desk chair. Kibum feels the sharp form of a chin dig into his shoulder and hair tickles the side of his face where Jinki's head rests.
"Why did you leave me so suddenly, Kibum?" And Kibum involuntarily shudders when those huskily whispered words register in his mind.
"Maybe I should punish you?" Jinki traces his hands down Kibum's stomach to lift the shirt he's wearing. Kibum grips at Jinki's arms when cold fingertips brush under his bellybutton further up his stomach and chest. His eyes flutter closed at the touch of a thumb against his nipples.
"Jinki…" The name slips from his lips easily, the feeling of safety and home make him weak against Jinki, turning him into a puddle of gibberish and all he can think about is Jinki and Jinki only. He barely notices Jinki unbuttoning his shirt and pull it off, throwing it somewhere where it isn't in the way.
There is wetness on his shoulder blade and Kibum looks behind him, seeing Jinki tracing a pattern over his back while giving wet and sloppy kisses on the skin. He sighs and blushes when Jinki turns him around to kiss his lips instead. Kibum loses himself in the kiss, hands grabbing fistful of hair, the other trailing down to his torso.
The teasing is killing Kibum and he stumbles back, almost trips over his own feet, but this time Jinki got him by the waist and touches their foreheads together, Kibum's arms around his neck and back arched over Jinki's arms. Jinki only presses him further and Kibum throws his head to the side when their hips connect. Kibum glances at his boyfriend and likes the brown orbs boring into his, how Jinki completely covers him and how flexible he himself is. Seriously, if he was like Jinki they would have been in a tangled mess of limbs on the ground. Jinki takes a step forward, Kibum's legs now trapped between his and Kibum moans at the friction.
"Jinki, please… S-stop it." Jinki grins before he stands straight, Kibum holding onto him for support, because he can't really trust his own legs anymore. He breathes in heavily and leans close to Jinki, eyes dark and lidded, lips pink and wet. He's shocked however when Jinki lets him go and sits on the bed instead.
"Quoi?" He's confused, stands there with bare upper body, but Jinki just smiles at him.
"You wanted me to stop." Jinki feigns innocence and gives his cutest smile ever to Kibum and Kibum doesn't really knows how he feels about that. What does he even want from Jinki? "Not stopping this." And he startles himself coming to that conclusion. He looks at the bed and Jinki who sits on the middle and he grins. Really, nobody can ignore him when he pulls out his secret weapon.
"Jinki~" He purrs and walks seductively to the edge of the bed, the eyes looking at him widen a bit when his hips sway and Kibum smirks inwardly. "Got you."
Kibum lowers himself onto his bed and crawls on all four to Jinki, who leans back, but finds himself moments later under a purring Kibum with cat-like eyes looking down at him. He lies down on top of Jinki and makes himself comfortable, but his hips move in small motions and his mouth and hands search for skin it didn't reach before. Jinki bites his bottom lip, trying to keep the noises in, but he becomes lightheaded when oxygen is lacking. He opens his mouth to breath just as Kibum makes a rough movement and he moans too.
Kibum kisses him and he doesn't close his eyes, because he wants to see everything Kibum has to offer him. He grips Kibum's waist to bring him up and he growls when Kibum tries to take over, break free.
Jinki licks the juncture of his neck and shoulder and bites him there with careful teeth, nibbling on his skin. Kibum feels warm in Jinki's embrace, but he wants more. His hands take hold of the material of Jinki's pants and the other stills his actions, anticipating what's going to happen. Slowly he tugs the garments down, waiting for Jinki to stop him, it doesn't happen. He swallows, proceeding with his eyes a little more closed when he feels Jinki mimics his actions by pulling at his own pants.
Kibum is exposed to the air and Jinki mere moments later and when nothing happens a blush creeps on his face from embarrassment.
"Tu es ravissant, Kibum." Jinki caresses his cheek and his hand slides down to Kibum's neck, sending chills down the younger's spine. Slowly Jinki kisses him and coaxes him to deepen the kiss. They fall back on the covers and soon their bodies are sweating and sounds fill the room. Kibum vaguely registers people walking past the room, but when Jinki moves so beautifully above him, he can't really think about anything. He cries out and reaches for something to hold onto. His left hand clutches the sheets while his right arm rests around Jinki's back. The pleasure is unbearable and Kibum goes rigid, toes curling and back arching. Jinki follows after, panting with little sweat drops running down his face and body.
When Jinki leans down to kiss him, they're still connected at the hips and Kibum's mind goes in a frenzy, his senses numbing from all the pleasure he receives. His breath hitches and he pushes at Jinki's chest, voice coming out too sexy and huskily for his own liking. He shivers.
"Jinki… ah…" His body still trembles and Kibum mewls, the feeling foreign to him. He hugs himself trying to catch his breath, Jinki running his fingers over his form. Kibum loses himself yet again in those feathery touches and makes a little sound of protest as his body reacts. He never knew he could be so sensitive. Finally Kibum calms down and Jinki can hug him to his chest.
"Am I too much man for you to take?" Jinki jokes, pressing a kiss to Kibum's cheek while the latter nudges him in the side. The door opens and this time it isn't Jonghyun, but Jonghyun and Taemin who gawk their eyes out at the sight before them.
"Bonté divine! I knew knocking would be a better idea!" Jonghyun shrieks, turning around and Taemin just stares and slowly gathers his mind enough to ask Kibum the question he wanted to ask all along.
"Kibum, are you going to make your famous dish for us?" He asks, bringing out his puppy eyes which are really very adorable, but not working on an immune Kibum.
"No, I'm staying here." Kibum says, his nails pressing a bit harder in his thighs then necessary and Taemin looks at him for a few moments, hoping Kibum made a joke, but when it doesn't seem like that his face turns into a frown and silently he turns around.
"Okay… I'll speak to you later I guess…" And the door closes. Jinki opens his mouth to comment on Kibum's behaviour, but the younger is quicker.
"Just don't." Kibum says and snuggles further into Jinki, the arms around him welcome. That's how he falls asleep, aware he just ignored Taemin and listened to his own heart for a change.
Kibum dreams of living a normal life, on a farm preferably where he grows his own vegetables and fruit, Jinki by his side. A life where he isn't a personal servant for a semi-queen and it appeals quite to him. Guilt only surfaces a few moments later when his dream changes and Taemin gets played by Minho, ending up killing himself because Kibum isn't there to support him. He thinks about how upset Jinki is with Jonghyun and he suddenly feels miserable for even wishing he lived another life. His heart clenches and tears slip from his eyes.
Jinki, who watches Kibum sleep, wipes the tears away and pecks Kibum on the lips, silently calming him down. He knows how it feels, but he can't quite understand how Kibum is so torn, while his life seems to be an relatively happy one. He rubs Kibum's back and whispers sweet nothings into his ear. He is lost in sleep when the last of Kibum's tears is a dried salty stain on his cheek.
Jonghyun slings his arm around Taemin's shoulder and skips a bit, before he's reminded Taemin wears a dress and his eyes glance quickly over Taemin's form. He knows a blush is forming on his cheeks, because Taemin is too cute really and that dress is so pretty, even his favourite colours. Jonghyun wonders if Taemin knew.
"Jonghyun, you’re spacing out." Taemin presses his lips to Jonghyun's cheek and it works like a magic spell, Jonghyun murmurs a bit before giving Taemin his undivided attention. Taemin wants to say something more, but a loud grumbling noise interrupts him and this time Jonghyun is so embarrassed he hides behind one of the suits of armour decorating the hallway.
"You should just say you're hungry." Taemin laughs while he wipes the tears from his eyes. He tugs at Jonghyun's sleeve and takes a few steps, before he turns around and walks the other way, tightly holding onto Jonghyun's hand.
"Here." And Taemin shoves Jonghyun into the kitchen, sneaking in after him making sure nobody sees them. He closes the doors and Jonghyun stands there, not knowing what to do, but almost drooling over the freshly prepared fruit dishes and he suddenly smirks when he sees tangerines, strawberries, grapes and bananas. He takes a strawberry and eats it, the sweetness really a treat to his taste buds.
"Try this." Jonghyun holds out a strawberry for Taemin, but just as his lips touch it, Jonghyun pulls it away and eats it himself instead. Taemin pouts and pounces onto Jonghyun, sucking his lips and tongue. He grins satisfied at Jonghyun's shocked face and picks up another strawberry, biting on one half and tilts his head a bit, mesmerizing Jonghyun.
Jonghyun is fast enough to secure Taemin in his arms and leans in to bite in the fruit, grazing his teeth and lips over Taemin's and the juice drips down the younger's chin. Jonghyun follows the trail of the droplets down Taemin's chin. Some fall, but Jonghyun wipes them from Taemin's collarbone before they can stain the dress. He licks his fingers and sucks them clean and he smirk around his fingers when he hears Taemin's breath hitch.
"Let's eat something?" Jonghyun suggests, because it doesn't seem like Taemin thinks on his own for the next couple of minutes.
"Hm." Jonghyun looks around, but nothing grabs his interest, so he just picks up the large plate with fruit and takes Taemin's hand in his own. Left and right, no one and it's safe to walk back to the bedroom, this time the right one, however, he doubts Jinki and Kibum are doing anything now.
Taemin sits down on his bed, Jonghyun puts the plate on a small table and places it close to the bed, so they can reach it when they're sitting there. The mattress dips next to Taemin and he looks up into Jonghyun's brown eyes.
"Care to tell me what's wrong?" Taemin shrugs when Jonghyun feeds him some grapes. He chews slowly and Jonghyun takes some himself.
"I feel sad." Taemin clasps his hands together and rocks his body a bit, eyes focused on his lap. Jonghyun scoots a little closer and hugs the light form.
"You know. I can understand Kibum needs more space. But really, we never were apart before and I always had Kibum to count on, always being there for me. And now he refused me for the first time. I'm glad he met someone like Jinki, he needs more people to hang out with, more free time. I'm just selfish…" Taemin smiles at Jonghyun, who thinks this is the perfect opportunity to tell Taemin about his idea of Jinki and Kibum living somewhere else, that they're not personal servants anymore.
"But Taemin… Can't we… You know… Give them their freedom back?" Jonghyun asks it more than that he suggests it. But Taemin fixes him a stern look, retorting.
"What freedom Jonghyun? Do you know where Jinki lived before he came in the castle? Do you even know anything about him?" Taemin sounds angry and Jonghyun just doesn't understand why.
"But… Taemin…" He fails at voicing his words and his hands resign to fiddling with his thumbs, releasing the younger from his hug.
"You don't get it, Jonghyun." And déjà vu hits Jonghyun hard, because those are the same words Jinki said to him not that much earlier. He breathes in a nice amount of oxygen, while his eyes widen to the size of teacups.
"H-how?" He stammers and never finishes his whole question, Taemin too eager to tell him.
"How can you wish for your best friend to live another life?" Taemin whispers into Jonghyun's shoulder and this time Jonghyun understands why Jinki is so upset with him.
"Merde." He curses under his breath and promptly receives a whack against his arm.
"No cussing."
"I thought you didn’t mind the first time I did it, some six, seven years ago?" The mood turns sour with his comment and Jonghyun is ready to shoot himself, or insert himself onto his sword, because really, how can he just bring Minho so easily into this conversation?
Jonghyun takes a tangerine and begins peeling it, pointedly ignoring Taemin, who looks at him like he has grown a third head. ("Just skip the second head, I'm weird enough for that too.") Taemin silently follows his lead and takes an apple from the tray, biting in the firm flesh of the fruit. Not a word is spoken while they're finishing their healthy meal. Jonghyun proposes to clean up, so he leaves the room after receiving a nod from Taemin.
Taemin lies back on the bed, the dress sprawled out around him, fabric too high up his thighs but he could care less. It's not like Jonghyun is one to get his way with him on the first night. "Is that even true?" All those times where they had the chance to go further, Taemin wasn't the one who broke off the contact, it was always Jonghyun. Just like this afternoon, where Jonghyun went farther, but suddenly tugged his dress back up and tied it again, leaving Taemin a bit stunned and confused about his actions.
The shadows on the wall stretch, indicating it's already nearing night time, the sun high in the sky so the evening is lighter than in the winter. The small light dots are dancing on the walls and ceiling and have a sort hypnotizing effect on Taemin. His eyes droop when he gets tired from watching the light specks. His breath evens out and soon he's sleeping, dreaming of fluffy stuff and Jonghyun.
The kitchen is empty and Jonghyun places the plate back where it belonged, only covered in a few rinds and peels. The situation is clear to him and he feels stupid for even thinking about pushing Jinki away from him. "How blind have I been?" He thinks about apologizing to Jinki for being such a bad friend, but he decides against it. "Maybe tomorrow is a better time." He washes his hands and absentmindedly wipes them on his pants, quickly sneaking out of the kitchen and walking down the hallway to Taemin's quarters.
Slowly he opens the door to see Taemin lying on the bed, hands tugged under the side of his face, but his stare automatically fixes onto the boy's exposed legs where the dress is bunched up around his thighs and Jonghyun feels his mouth dry at the alluring sight. The sunset is visible through the window and Jonghyun marvels Taemin's beauty, the way his hair reflects the light rays, giving his hair that tiny bit of extra sparkles.
Jonghyun walks closer and traces one of his hands from Taemin's ankle to his knee, maybe a bit further up his leg, his skin is smooth and Jonghyun feels again. He's sure Taemin did everything to look his prettiest, he had even done his legs. Jonghyun smiled. "Taemin, what did you think we would be doing?"
It's obvious Kibum played a role, because Jonghyun isn't retarded. Of course he notices everything are his favourite colours and all the clothes in his luggage are those colours, so Jinki must be part of the plot too. But when his eyes fall upon Taemin again and the serene expression he has on his face, Jonghyun is glad he has those two in his life. They make it so much more worth living for.
Silently as to not wake Taemin, he lies down beside him. He just watches him breath softly through his mouth, lips parted slightly and eyelids closed lightly. Taemin turns a bit and his hand lands on Jonghyun's torso where it grabs onto the fabric of the shirt. A smile slips onto Jonghyun's face and he keeps watching the younger one till it's too dark to see clearly anymore, make out the lines of Taemin's face.
So he lifts his left hand and carefully places it onto a cheek, from there Jonghyun maps every feature of Taemin's face, taking everything in with his fingertips and he knows he's never going to forget this touch.
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A/N: I'm getting sappy in writing love scenes. =.= Somebody shoot me. Hehe. We're rolling from one smexy into the other. XD (Tries to break loose from it.) Next part gets some (lots of) HyunMin loving <3
List of French words with translation:
- Quoi? - What?
- Tu es ravissant - You are gorgeous
- Bonté divine! - good grace!
- merde - damn / shit