Jealousy

 

            Taemin loved the feeling of the warm stage lights, the adrenaline pulsing through his body as he danced to Lucifer for the crowd. He felt the joy seeping through his bones like a drug. He got an idea that he knew the fan girls would like, turning towards Key for one part of the dance, teasingly moved himself really close, so it looked to the crowd like they were going to kiss. A wide playful smile spread across his lips, and he laughed at Key’s expression while the crowd went wild. Taemin wasn’t usually this lighthearted on stage, and Key smiled back after a moment, glad that the younger boy was so happy. However, what both of them didn’t notice was Jinki in the background, shooting envious looks at Key, and contemplating murder. He knew that Taemin wasn’t being serious with Kibum, he was just playing around, he thought of the older man like an umma for goodness sake (even called him that sometimes), but he could still feel jealousy sliding down his body like an ugly snake. After a few seconds of grumbling to himself, he realized he was a second behind in the dance steps and he quickly resynchronized himself with the rest of his band. Taemin shot him a questioning look, guessing maybe it was what their fans had dubbed his ‘Onew sangtae’ at work again. Jinki just glared back at his boyfriend. Did the other boy reallynot know what was bothering him? The maknae looked confused for a moment, but a look of realization crossed his face almost immediately, followed by a satisfied smile. What the hell? Onew thought, his glare intensifying slightly at the cocky expression on Taemin’s face. Taemin dropped him a slow, sexy wink that set butterflies fluttering in his stomach, the warm, knowing eyes raking his body caused his cock to twitch and his breath to catch. Taemin let a faint smirk cross his lips when he saw how he affected his hyung, and then forced himself to turn his focus back onto his dancing. There would be time for more of that later.

 

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            Backstage later on, after their performance, Taemin was tiredly searching the back rooms for Jinki. He didn’t have to look long though, he found the older man standing in a corner by himself, with a brooding expression on his pretty face. He threw himself happily into Jinki’s warm arms, and the other boy let out a startled noise.

            “Hyung!” He crooned softly, nuzzling his face into the leader’s warm chest. It wasn’t as easy to do anymore; he had gone through a growth spurt recently and was only a few centimeters shorter than Jinki now. He shifted so that his head was snuggled into Jinki’s neck, which was much more comfortable. “We did good today, didn’t we?” Jinki’s arms came up to hug the younger boy automatically, but he didn’t squeeze, or sway them back and forth like he usually did. He was still feeling a little bit sulky; his possessiveness over the younger boy was really getting a little bit out of hand. Taemin pulled back from the loose embrace, to frown disapprovingly at him for being so unenthusiastic. He searched his boyfriend’s dark eyes intently, noting the tension in his face and the stiffness in his limbs. After a few more moments of analyzing, he leaned forward slowly to press his lips softly against Jinki’s. The two of them had started dating only a few weeks before, but they had always been very touchy feely with each other, so the hugging wasn’t a new development. However, the kissing was, and every time Taemin’s full lips touched him, Jinki’s mind blanked and he couldn’t think of anything else except the delicious warmth of the other boy’s body pressed against his, the sweet taste, manly of his warm mouth. This time wasn’t any different, and he responded eagerly, if not somewhat forcefully, to the maknae. When they pulled apart a minute later, Taemin smiled at him shyly, and Jinki suddenly felt his ridiculous jealousy come crashing back with a vengeance. He pushed his bottom lip out in a slight pout, and he looked away. He was tired, so he wasn’t even trying to hide his juvenile behavior from Taemin.

            “Jinki hyung, what’s wrong?” Taemin asked, concern coloring his gentle voice, as he twisted his body around in the other boy’s arms, trying to get Jinki to look at him.

            “Nothing.” He said innocently, but still wouldn’t look at the younger boy, letting his eyes wander the dimly lit room. He felt childish, he was the older one, the leader for goodness sake, but somehow he couldn’t stop himself from acting this way. After a few seconds of thick silence, he heard a quiet giggle. He quickly turned his eyes back to the maknae’s beautiful, smiling face, and scowled darkly when he saw the boy was laughing at him. “What?” He asked sharply, letting him go and stepping back, away from the warmth. Taemin just smiled impishly and stepped with him.

            “You’re pouting? You can’t be jealous of my fanservice with Key.” His grin widened when Jinki’s eyes flicked away guiltily, but when he didn’t say anything, shifted even closer. Jinki’s breath caught when he felt Taemin’s hips press forward, in just the right way, the younger’s mischievous grin making him think all sorts of dirty things. “Are you?”

            “O-of course not.” Jinki stuttered, stumbling back again and almost tripping, trying to maintain a little distance from his boyfriend so that he could still think clearly. Curse that stutter of his, he always sounded so unsure of himself when he did that. Taemin moved with him again, the brush of Taemin’s hips against his still spreading fiery desire through his limbs, and he tried desperately to move farther back but found that he was already up against the cold wall. The younger boy plastered the rest of his hot, slim body against him, so that there wasn’t a millimeter between them. His fingers traced patterns on Jinki’s chest, and he shivered, looking down uncertainly at him.

            “You know I love only you.” Taemin murmured in a low voice, the intense smoldering look in those beautiful brown eyes causing Jinki’s cheeks to turn pink. The older man felt his anger slipping away as his face warmed.

            “I-I know that.” He swallowed audibly, trying to sound confident when really he was a lust filled mess on the inside. “It’s just… I can’t help it. You… you were being all cozy with Kibum onstage!” He threw the accusation childishly at the other boy, his frustration at the situation as the scene played through his head again winning out over his desire to act like he didn’t care. Taemin’s smile turned wicked once more, and there was a definite naughty glint in his eyes as he tilted his head a little to the side.

            “Do you need me to showyou how much I love you, baby?” Taemin purred, leaning forward at a leisurely pace that made Jinki almost choke with impatience, so that their lips were only millimeters apart. He paused there, fighting the temptation to just ravish those plump lips right now, but instead waited for Jinki to make the final move. The older man stuttered a bit as he tried to formulate an answer, but the warm, sweet breath on his mouth distracted him, and he gave up with a frustrated noise. Jinki closed the space between their lips with a feral hunger, and his arms squeezed the maknae, tugging that sexy body tight against his. He needed to feel the heat between them, Taemin’s lightly muscled body pressed against him, driving him insane with the many lust filled fantasies playing through his mind all at once. Like every other time, he tried to be dominating at first, but it just didn’t work out that way. When Taemin’s slick tongue slid inside his mouth and twined with his own, Jinki lost his control almost instantly. He wasn’t complaining though, he welcomed the other boy’s hot touch, shivering as waves of desire rolled over his body when Taemin’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling gently and turning the kiss into something less gentle and more passionate. Taemin decided to take it a step farther than usual this time, and pushed his leg in between Jinki’s tempting thighs. The slight change in position changed the mood of the kiss immediately, pulling a low moan from the leader’s lips, and Taemin swallowed the sexy noise eagerly. Taemin’s kisses became more demanding, harsh, teeth scraping his bottom lip and fingers jerking his hair harder. Jinki whimpered low in his throat, and being the kinky boy that he is, felt himself starting to get hard.

            “W-wait T-Taeminnie - ” He suddenly pulled away from the ardent kiss, trying to cool things down a bit, but Taemin’s hot mouth just scorched a tingling path down his throat, silky tongue flitting out occasionally to taste the salty skin. “T-taemin… d-don’t, I’m g-getting…I mean…” Taemin knew exactly what he was doing to the other man, and didn’t stop; he instead pressed his thigh higher in between the other man’s legs, where he knew his boyfriend was aching for him most. Jinki’s head fell back against the wall with a soft thud and his eyes fluttered shut. He let out a low, strangled moan when Taemin rubbed his leg against him and that sinful tongue continued to tease him mercilessly, attempts to keep quiet were forgotten quickly.

            “Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat made Jinki’s eyes snap back open hastily, and he saw Jonghyun standing there grinning at them. His face turned hot, and he quickly tried to push Taemin’s limber body away from him. Taemin gave him an annoyed, slightly possessive look, and refused to move back; he just turned his head to see who had interrupted them.

            “We’re busy.” Taemin stated bluntly, giving Jonghyun a pointed look, and Jonghyun just gave a knowing laugh.

            “Don’t get Jinki hyung too excited yet,” Jinki made an indignant noise when he heard the comment, but Jonghyun continued as if he hadn’t noticed anything. “We still have a meeting in a few minutes. Actually, I came to get you. The manager said you’d better get your butts over there, because you aren’t skipping out this time.” Taemin sighed, debating on whether or not they should obey their manager this time, while Jinki just tried to not think about the leg that was still in between his, still pressed against his cock. In the end Taemin decided that he valued his life more than getting it on with Jinki right now. He couldn’t seduce his boyfriend if he was dead, after all.

            “Alright, we’ll be right there.” He sighed mournfully. Jonghyun turned to leave, but gave him a skeptical glance. “I promise.” Taemin said solemnly, and Jonghyun nodded, and left them to it. Taemin turned his attention back to Jinki, who had been trying to work up a malicious glare the entire time the other two had been talking, but failed since he was too distracted by the delicious body molded to his. Taemin smirked; enjoying the power he had over his boyfriend for a moment, and planted one last rough kiss on his lips, before reluctantly stepping back a bit. Jinki moved away from the wall slowly and unsteadily, noting how extremelyuncomfortable his tight skinny jeans were right at that moment. Taemin laughed at him, eyes lingering on the very obvious bulge in the front of his boyfriend’s form fitting pants.

            “This is your fault!” Jinki retorted angrily, taking another awkward step, this time managing to shoot a successfully reproachful glower at the younger man. Taemin smiled at him deviously, not remorseful in the least.

            “Damn right it is.” His voice dipped down into a low, sexy tone Jinki hadn’t heard before, the sound sending blood rushing to his lower body once more. Taemin sauntered closer again, his fingers skimming lightly down Jinki’s arm, causing him to shiver and a small, appreciative noise escaped his lips against his will. “And I’ll take care of it later.” He promised. He almost giggled at Jinki’s shocked, wide, yet lustful eyes, his flushed face, and winked.

            “W-what’s that supposed to mean?!?” Jinki stammered, nervously shifting, but the other boy just gave him a smile filled with promises, and walked past him out of the room, beckoning with one finger for the older man to follow. His dark eyes flashed with an intense emotion that send sparks of anticipation zipping around Jinki’s body, and he held out his hand.

            “We have a meeting now, you know.” Taemin calls to him, waiting at the doorway. Jinki quickly lurched after him, willing his feet to work properly, grabbed his hand and tried to think un-sexy thoughts. When they reached the door to the meeting room, he suddenly stopped, and Taemin looked up at him with curious eyes.

            “I can’t go in there like this!” He hissed, staring resentfully at the cause of his problem. Taemin laughed at him, and hugged him tightly. This warm contact was not helping his case.

            “Of course you can. I’m sure no one will notice.” The boy actually looked quite proud of himself for a moment. ‘Little brat.’ Jinki thought half-heartedly, but really couldn’t stay upset with the cute maknae smiling so innocently at him like that. Taemin tugged on his hand encouragingly, and Jinki gave him another grudging look before stepping inside the meeting room with his boyfriend.

 

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            Jinki flopped back onto the bed that he and Taemin used to share, and groaned in embarrassment, staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. Before they had started dating, Taemin had always insisted on sleeping with Jinki, because he was ‘cold’. Now Jinki knew better. However, they had decided to have separate rooms after they started dating, for obvious reasons. Rather, Jinki had insisted Taemin sleep in his own room because he knew exactly what would happen if he didn’t. Actually, he was surprised that hadn’t already happened, considering how high the sexual tension was between them all the time. Especially today, he thought, swallowing hard. Taemin wandered into the bedroom after him, reminding him of his embarrassment once more.

            “You said no one would notice!” Jinki accused balefully, lifting his head up to glare at the innocent looking maknae. Taemin just shrugged, placing a hand on his hip.

            “I lied.” An evil grin spread across the younger boy’s pretty features. “It was pretty obvious.” Jinki moaned again, and pressed a pillow against his face. He was so humiliated. He had believed the younger boy when he had said no one would notice, but they allhad noticed, and made little not-so-subtle jokes about it without actually saying anything to him.

            Taemin’s thoughts were on another, more pleasant track, however. He wanted to make his hyung moan for different reasons, to cry his name helplessly and writhe on the sheets underneath his body.

            “I hate you.” Jinki grumbled unhappily into the pillow. He flinched when he felt the other boy’s warm hands on his thighs, inching dangerously high.

            “No you don’t. You love me.” Taemin hummed. “And you love it when I touch you like this.” His fingers slid to his inner thigh, still moving higher, almost touching the already hardening bulge in his pants. Jinki felt his body respond immediately, and quickly scooted farther back onto the bed. He leaned back against the many pillows, glaring indecisively at is beaming boyfriend. He was obviously proud of his ability to turn Jinki on instantly with one well-placed touch.

            “S-stop it!” Jinki shouted spastically, he crossed his arms and rolled onto his side, facing away from Taemin. He felt his face warm when he realized how awkward he had made things, and sighed miserably. He was so confused about how to respond to all this! He felt the bed shift as Taemin sprawled across it horizontally, and propped his chin up on Jinki’s arm.

            “So grumpy.” He pouted, turning sad puppy dog eyes on him, and making the older man feel guilty. Jinki rolled onto his back, and Taemin immediately pulled himself up to snuggle against him. He rested his head on the older boy’s chest; Jinki smiled softly at the younger boy, and kissed his forehead. Taemin’s fingers drew patterns on his chest, causing shivers to run down his body once more.

            “Taeminnie,” Jinki said nervously.

            “Hm?” He murmured, fingers tracing father down, slowly moving down his stomach.

            “W-why have you all of a sudden turned like this?” Taemin looked at him questioningly, even though he knew exactly what he was talking about. He just wanted to hear how his boyfriend would phrase this. Frankly, the older man’s hesitation and jumpy reactions were turning him on.

            “What do you mean?”

            “W-well,” Jinki swallowed hard, and watched the fingers on his stomach continue on their way lower for a few moments. He turned his gaze back to Taemin’s face. He saw the wicked glint in his half-closed eyes was back, sending thrills into his stomach and making him stutter even more. “You’ve b-been acting so… s-sexy today...” A pleased grin spread across the younger boy’s face.

            “Well, why do you think that is?” He purred as his hand went lower, and his fingers slid just inside the waistband of Jinki’s underwear, teasing him with light strokes from one hipbone to the other.

            “Um,” He gulped, trying to think straight. These sudden shifts from cute and innocent maknae, to dominate and sexy man were making him dizzy. Taemin’s fingers suddenly pulled back, and he tried not to look too disappointed.

            “It means,” Taemin pulled himself up in that boneless way that sent Jinki’s mind straight into the gutter, and straddled Jinki’s hips. “I want you.” Jinki felt his heart beating faster, and the warm weight of Taemin on his hips, pressing down on him but not moving was almost unbearable. He couldn’t respond verbally but instead he pulled Taemin’s face down for a very lust filled kiss, filled with moaning and heat. Taemin rocked his hips, rubbing his hard erection against Jinki’s through their pants.

            “Oh god, Taemin.” Jinki moaned in a low voice, shaking hands moving to grip his boyfriend’s hips tightly, to move them again. He whimpered as Jinki rolled his hips forward, and pressed Taemin’s hips down at the same time, undulating in slow, firm waves. He leaned down sucked at the older boy’s neck, needing to do something with his mouth, and purposefully left marks with his teeth for his lover to find in the morning. “Taemin-ah…” Jinki murmured huskily, voice dripping with his desire.

            “Your voice is so sexy, hyung.” Taemin whispered unsteadily, moving his hands down to lift Jinki’s shirt up and managed to wriggle it off with help from the other man. He let his fingers slowly skim the newly exposed skin, stopping to gently tweak his nipples. Taemin watched the pleasure cross Jinki’s face, his eyes fluttered shut when Jinki moaned again. When they opened again milliseconds later he was almost frantic with desire, the need to be buried deep inside his lover. He supported himself on all fours, reluctantly pulling his hips away from the warm friction. Jinki made a protesting noise, looking at him with desperate, needy eyes. Taemin held Jinki’s gaze as he pushed the older boy’s pants down, pushing them all the way off with his feet. His fingers moved back up, to slide his underwear off too. Jinki’s eyes darkened when he saw the intense longing in Taemin’s eyes, and a naughty idea comes to his mind. He was so dizzy with the desire to see Taemin’s supple body, without all the annoyed fabric in the way that he forgot to be anxious.

            “Strip, Taemin-ah.” He demands, propping himself up on his arms to look closer him. The younger man paused, and looked at him with shocked eyes.

            “W-what?” Taemin was surprised at how suddenly Jinki’s demeanor changed from shy to demanding. Jinki let a lazy grin spread across his lips, and he trailed his fingers up Taemin’s leg slowly. When his fingers reached the bulge straining at the crotch of his pants, he cupped it and squeezed gently.

            “You heard me.” He said in a low, rumbling tone. Taemin trembled and gasped when the hot sensation burned through his body, as Jinki palmed him through his pants. Jinki saw that as long as his hand was there, Taemin wasn’t going to be inclined to do as he said, so he reluctantly pulled his hand away from his warm, jean covered cock and waited with expectant eyes. Taemin re-gained control of himself, and did as his hyung asked. He pulled his shirt of swiftly, dropping it to the floor, while Jinki admired the boy’s toned stomach, muscles rippling as he removed the offending clothes. Taemin recovered his smug attitude when he saw Jinki’s eyes roaming hungrily over his naked torso, and he slowly undid the button on his pants, pausing when he heard a low moan resonate from deep in the other man’s throat. Jinki’s eyes were focused on Taemin’s fingers, desperately willing him to hurry up before he exploded. When the maknae stopped moving, his eyes flicked back up to Taemin’s face and he nearly came when he saw the arrogant, sexy grin slide across his features. Taemin’s eyes were burning into him, driving him insane as he resumed unzipping his pants at a leisurely pace, and he forgot to breath.

            “Taemin.” He gasped, panting as he tried to catch his breath, before he gave up and just fell back onto the pillows, throwing an arm over his face. “S-stop with the sex eyes. You’re making me crazy.” He found himself unable to help it though, he couldn’t bear the thought of missing the strip tease, and he turned his gaze back onto Taemin.

            “That’s the point, Jinki.” He said softly, as a defiant smirk crossed his full, kiss reddened lips. Jinki noticed right away when Taemin didn’t add ‘hyung’ to the end of his name; it made his cock to throb harder when the boy was so bold. His breath caught when he let out a shaky breath, turning it into a long whimpering groan. Taemin’s confident smile never wavered as he stood up smoothly on the bed to tower over Jinki as he let the pants sag low on his hips. Jinki unabashedly let his eyes roam the younger man’s body, lingering at the waistline of his pants, which were slowly sliding down on their own to reveal slender hipbones. Jinki growled and sat up, moving as if to pants the boy, but Taemin just chuckled.

            “Be patient, my love.” He teased, but moved his hands back to his jeans, slowly sliding them further down. The new position Jinki is in has his face very close to Taemin’s crotch, and the younger man takes advantage of that by shimmying his hips slowly from side to side, half to help him get the skin-tight denim off and half because he knows it will make Jinki wild. The slick movement eases the pants off his hips and he lets them drop to his feet.

            “Oh my god.” He whispered as he watched the jeans fall and reveal that, of course, Taemin is wearing any underwear. He can’t help but stare at Taemin’s hard length, it’s right in his face after all. He forces his eyes up to the other boy’s face, and just stares helplessly at his gorgeous fuckable smile. “You planned this!” He accused half-heartedly.

            “Of course.” Taemin says this as if it’s obvious. He dropped back onto his knees, pushing Jinki back until he lies down again.

            Taemin lowered himself all the way back down, he moaned at the sensation of skin against skin, cock against cock. Jinki whimpered, rolling his hips up into the erotic heat, and Taemin’s eyes flicker closed as he tries not to come right there.

            “Damn it, Taemin-ah!” He whined, past worrying about pride at this point. “Why aren’t you moving?” Taemin turned his eyes back onto him, and Jinki can only stare weakly once more, his pupils dilating under that unbearably arousing gaze. He practically attacked Jinki, kissing him harshly, and grinding his hips down against Jinki’s. The younger man forced himself to pull back from the grind after a few heart-stopping minutes, so that he can close his hand around his lover’s cock, and he slowly started to move it up and down. Jinki cried out hoarsely, tears of desire coming to his eyes when Taemin’s thumb pressed into the slit at the head of his cock. “T-taemin, please.” He begged in a low almost incoherent voice, his hips snapping forward into his lover’s hand, the pleasure was almost unbearable.

            “Suck.” Taemin ordered, pushing three fingers from his free hand into Jinki’s mouth. He responded obediently, swirling his tongue around, wetting them thoroughly. Taemin pulled them back out, and Jinki released them with a wet pop. Taemin’s hand stopped moving on his cock much to the older man’s dismay, and he pushed Jinki’s legs apart. He ran his finger lightly around Jinki’s rim a few times, shuddering as the low, disjointed mewling noises coming from his lover’s mouth went straight to his groin. He pushed one finger in, moving it in and out a few times, then added the second. Jinki almost sobbed from the pleasure as a third finger was added, scissoring and plunging in and out quickly.

            “Ah- that’s g-good enough.” He gasped, looking at Taemin with slightly frantic eyes. Taemin didn’t question him; he pulled his fingers out and settled himself in between Jinki’s legs, pressing the tip of his cock against his entrance.

            “Ready, hyung?” He asked in a low voice, place his hands on Jinki’s thighs. Jinki could only nod eagerly, and make encouraging noises in response to the touch. Taemin slowly pushed himself inside, gasping as pleasure nearly blinded him. He forced himself to stop moving when he was fully buried in heat, to let Jinki’s body get used to him. The warmth surrounding his cock was so good, and he nearly came when Jinki’s muscles clenched around him. The burning in Jinki’s lower body was far out shadowed by the pleasure at this point, even without lube to make things slicker. He had to admit, the extra pain and friction wasn’t a bad thing.

            “Taemin, move. Please please please, move!”  Jinki begged, wiggling his hips around to try to get his lover to start. Taemin didn’t need to be told again, he pulled himself almost all the way out, then thrust back in hard. They both moaned together, and he angled himself just so, trying to hit that spot… He knew he had it when Jinki cried out, clenching tightly around him. He kept hitting that spot every time after, Jinki’s moans becoming louder and more constant with every thrust.

            “Ooooh, J-Jinki.” He groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he felt himself getting close. He had known they wouldn’t last long as soon as he was inside his lover’s tight ass.

            “Tae…min!” Jinki panted, rolling his hips to meet every stroke. “I’m – I’m going to…” His eyes squeezed shut, and he moaned loudly. Taemin thrust hard again, slamming against that spot at just the right angle, and Jinki came hard, half moaning half yelling Taemin’s name as pleasure crashed over him in blinding waves. The throbbing tightness around his cock as Jinki came was too much for Taemin, and he released too, Jinki’s name on his lips as his vision blacked out from the intense sensation. They lay there in each other’s arms for a few moments after, catching their breath and occasionally gasping at the after shocks of pleasure.

            “I love you.” Jinki murmured, pressing his lips against Taemin’s hair.

            “I love you too, hyung.” Taemin whispered, snuggling against him. He suddenly pulled back with a perky grin. “Let’s do it again!”