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Summary: Taemin needs a hand on his homework so he asks his best friend/hyung, Jonghyun to help him.
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Jonghyun frowned as he heard all the banging and clanging of pots coming from the kitchen. What was Taemin doing in there? Trying to wake the whole neighbourhood, Jonghyun thought to himself as he looked into the kitchen again. From the couch he could see Taemin pacing around the kitchen, a pot in one hand and sheets of paper in the other hand. Jonghyun turned back to the television, and then, with one last sigh at his program, he got up slowly. He'd missed most of what was happening with all the noise anyway, but Jonghyun couldn't understand why Taemin had insisted on coming over to Jonghyun's house to his homework, since it didn't seem like he was getting any of it done. If it had been any one other than Taemin, Jonghyun would be throwing them out the door, but there was no way he could throw Taemin out.
"Taemin-ah, what's up? Do you need a hand?" The way Taemin straightened up, his whole body stiffening, his eyes widening as he met Jonghyun's gaze, made Jonghyun blink in surprise. From where he leaned against the doorframe, Jonghyun could see that Taemin's hands were trembling a little, which made no sense at all. They had been friends since primary school. Jonghyun could still remember proudly holding Taemin's little hand when they walked to school together and the way Taemin would smile up at him, completely trusting Jonghyun. They didn't hold hands anymore (sadly), but Jonghyun still saw that same trust in Taemin's eyes when he looked at him. Jonghyun thought they told each other their deepest, darkest secrets, and Jonghyun had been confident (up until now) that he knew everything there was to know about Taemin. Jonghyun felt himself tensing as he eyed those trembling hands; it felt like a kick to the guts to see Taemin like this around him. Wasn't Jonghyun meant to be the one person Taemin always felt comfortable with?
"Hyung, you, uh, scared me." Taemin quickly tried to smile, but to Jonghyun it screamed fake, the way Taemin's eyes avoided his, and his lips were stretched too wide, so it looked more like a grimace than a smile. It made Jonghyun worry that maybe somehow Taemin had found out about his feelings, and that was why he was acting so weirdly. Studying Taemin's eyes, Jonghyun tried to tell himself he was being silly, Taemin's awkwardness wasn't related to his crush, it couldn't be.
"Yeah, I do need a hand, but it's kind of awkward." Taemin's voice got slower as he spoke, and Jonghyun found himself stepping forward unconsciously to hear what his friend had to say.
"What is it?" Jonghyun peered down at the papers curiously, scanning them to try and spot anything that would help him understand why his friend was so damn uncomfortable. It was making him feel awkward, and Jonghyun did not like that feeling at all. It was making him worry again that somehow Taemin had found out that Jonghyun's feelings towards him were changing. What if it was really obvious and he was somehow scaring Taemin away?
"A, um, science project. Well, um, I need to write a report," Taemin mumbled, nodding his head with a few quick jerks. Science had never been Taemin's strong point, and seeing the way Taemin grinned across at him, his fingers tangled in his hair, Jonghyun realised he was worrying too much. Jonghyun would much rather have Taemin as his friend than scare him off with a confession.
"On what?" Jonghyun prompted Taemin, leaning forward eagerly; this was going to be fun. Jonghyun coughed behind his hand, just managing to keep a straight face. It was obvious that Taemin's project was about sex from the way he was acting. Jonghyun could still remember how fidgety Taemin was when he went through puberty, the way he blushed as soon as anyone mentioned sex, how he would let out these breathy giggles when he was embarrassed. (Jonghyun would never admit it, but he found those breathy giggles kind of hot.) Oh, it would be glorious to see Taemin messing around with someone; Jonghyun was sure he'd blush for that too, and it would be so damn entertaining (and possibly very hot too, provided he didn't get jealous).
"Uh, chocolate, hyung?" Jonghyun's brows knitted together, and he frowned at Taemin. Had he heard correctly? Chocolate? If the project was about chocolate, why was Taemin getting all flustered like it was about sex? Jonghyun peered into his friend's face. Was he serious?
"We have to see at what temperature chocolate melts." Jonghyun nodded his head, trying not to frown as he stood there wondering what Taemin was asking of him. It sounded like something more suitable for Jinki-hyung, though Jinki-hyung would probably suggest something strange or eat the chocolate.
"Oh." Jonghyun tried to sound neutral, but after seeing Taemin all nervous this felt like a huge letdown. "Okay, shall I use one of these pots then?" Jonghyun turned to look at Taemin again, his jaw dropping open when he saw that Taemin's cheeks were dusted with a light shade of pink and his hands were trembling again. Maybe Taemin was still going through puberty? Jonghyun shut his mouth, standing there patiently as he eyed Taemin.
"No, uh, we're meant to try unconventional methods. I, um, wanted to see if you could melt chocolate." Jonghyun felt his eyebrows rising again. This wasn't turning out to be much fun at all. It was disappointing, and Jonghyun kept staring out towards the television, he'd actually given up a night of TV-watching for this?
"Uh, that's why I was grabbing the pot." Jonghyun waved the pot under Taemin's nose, feeling irritated as Taemin quickly shook his head.
"No, uh, hyung, I was thinking like if we put chocolate on our..." Jonghyun waited, trying to be patient, as Taemin paused, glancing down at the table, his eyes flickering around as he avoided Jonghyun's gaze. Jonghyun wanted to growl and shake Taemin.
"...bodies, would it, uh, melt?" Taemin looked right into Jonghyun's eyes, surprising him with both his words and the fact he was meeting his gaze. Jonghyun looked down to see Taemin biting his lip, hands wrapped tightly around a rolled sheet of paper. Gently, Jonghyun leaned across and touched Taemin's hands, unwrapping his fingers from around the paper before Taemin ripped it in two.
"Okay." Jonghyun shrugged. He still couldn't understand why Taemin was getting all fidgety over this. They had been naked around each other before, so why was this upsetting Taemin so much?
"Sure, why not? Where is the chocolate?"
Taemin seemed to deflate before his eyes, slumping down and blinking his eyes rapidly. Jonghyun blinked in surprise. He couldn't understand why Taemin was acting the way he was. Grabbing the cake of chocolate, Jonghyun pointed out at the couch simply because it would be more comfortable, and Taemin nodded his head and walked out of the kitchen letting Jonghyun follow him.
"Hyung, I want you to... uh... take your shirt off."
"Okay? I thought you wanted to try melting chocolate?" Jonghyun began to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped half way. "You know, maybe you should take your shirt off too." Jonghyun couldn't help but grin when he saw Taemin flush again; his cute little Taemin was getting all flustered.
"No, but, uh, I have to write the report," Taemin squeaked, his voice going all high-pitched. Jonghyun wanted to laugh, wondering how on Earth Taemin was going to do that when even talking about this was making him blush. Admittedly it was kind of cute, seeing Taemin like this again, and Jonghyun struggled to remember why he had been annoyed earlier.
"No, Taemin-ah, trust your hyung, okay?" Jonghyun could see this wasn't going to work with Taemin in this state. Something clearly was upsetting his friend, and Jonghyun told himself it must be something at home. Surely it wasn't related to him.
"Don't worry, I'll note everything down. Your teacher will never know." Jonghyun winked at Taemin, who suddenly looked away as if unable to meet his eye.
"Okay." Taemin slid his shirt off his skinny body, and then he sat on the couch. "This is really weird, isn't it?" Taemin breathed out heavily, and Jonghyun swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at Taemin's face. Jonghyun reached for the block of chocolate. He had to concentrate; this wasn't some game, it was homework (even if it was the weirdest homework Jonghyun had ever heard of). He snapped a piece of chocolate off, turning back to face Taemin, who was now lying down on the couch. Jonghyun breathed in deeply. It was strange -- his palms felt hot and sweaty, but it wasn't even a hot day. Maybe Taemin's nervousness was catching?
Biting his lip, Jonghyun placed the piece of chocolate on Taemin's stomach, and then he sat back to wait. Jonghyun watched the chocolate and Taemin intently, noticing the way his chest rose with each breath. It was only after a few minutes that Jonghyun realised he could hear every breath, Taemin was breathing so heavily. Still, he kept staring at Taemin's stomach, trying to focus on the piece of chocolate, but every so often Jonghyun's eyes would wander down past his belly button to his jutting hip bones that up sharply from his pale skin and the pale hairless valley between his hips. Taemin was so beautiful; Jonghyun couldn't help but think his skin looked soft like velvet. He wondered what it would feel like to slide his fingers across the smooth skin of Taemin's stomach.
Jonghyun blinked, jerking his gaze away from Taemin's lower stomach when he realised he had seen a tiny trail of hair that made him want to look further. The urge to touch Taemin's skin grew even stronger. Biting his lip, Jonghyun forced himself to look up at Taemin's face. He felt so hot that Jonghyun was sure if he stuck a piece of chocolate on himself, it would melt instantly. This was insanity. Jonghyun swallowed and reached for the piece of paper and pen.
"Okay, so it doesn't melt." Jonghyun was proud that his voice came out so steadily, "on your skin. I guess outside body temperature is too cold." Jonghyun nodded his head, avoiding looking at Taemin as he began to write it down.
"Hyung, are you sure?"
Jonghyun glanced up, swallowing when he saw Taemin pressing his finger down against the piece of chocolate, and to his surprise, it had melted a little bit but kept its shape. Taemin grinned at him as he lifted his finger, the brown smear of chocolate proof that Jonghyun was wrong. Jonghyun couldn't stop staring as Taemin brought his finger up to his mouth, those pink, soft-looking lips parting and his tongue sliding out to stroke the chocolate off his finger.
Jonghyun felt heat rising up his spine, and he stared wordlessly at Taemin. He couldn't even think straight. How had Taemin gone from a blushing and fidgeting child to this mysterious creature who sat there staring intently at Jonghyun as he licked his finger clean. Taemin's eyes seemed half-lidded, and Jonghyun wanted to lean up and just press his lips to Taemin's. Where had his innocent, blushing friend gone? Taemin's lips closed around his finger, and Jonghyun could hear him sucking on it. The sound sent heat slipping through his limbs and heading straight for his groin.
As if realising the desire he radiated, Taemin let out a breathy giggle, and Jonghyun watched, mesmerised, as Taemin pulled his finger out of his mouth so quickly that Jonghyun almost doubted that it had ever been there. Jonghyun watched as red slid down Taemin's cheeks until his entire torso seemed flaming red. The chocolate began to melt more rapidly on Taemin's stomach, but neither Taemin nor Jonghyun even noticed. Taemin hid behind his hands, and Jonghyun wanted to shout at him. He wanted to see that seductive Taemin again.
"Uh, sorry, hyung," Taemin mumbled through his hands. "I don't... know what came over me." Enough was enough. Jonghyun frowned, leaning over Taemin's body and tugging Taemin's hands away. No, Jonghyun wasn't going to ignore this; he wasn't going to suppress it anymore. Taemin was trembling slightly, but his eyes were wide and locked on Jonghyun as he leaned in closer. Swallowing, Jonghyun brushed his lips against Taemin's, letting his hands settle around his face lightly.
Jonghyun let his eyes slide shut as he kissed Taemin softly, his friend's lips pushing almost desperately against his. It felt as if every emotion was flooding into Jonghyun's body as he kissed Taemin gently. He didn't know how long he had wanted this, but now that it was happening, it seemed as though he'd waited for ages for it. He felt adrenaline surging almost violently through his limbs, urging him for more. Tugging Taemin closer, Jonghyun opened his mouth a little, hoping that Taemin would do the same. With his hands tangling in Taemin's hair, Jonghyun pulled Taemin's lower lip in between his, sucking lightly on it. Taemin's lips were so soft that the feel of them made Jonghyun's knees weak and shaky; he didn't think he could support himself if he stood. Jonghyun wanted to open his eyes, to see Taemin up that close, and so he did, taking in Taemin's soft lashes and how they fluttered slightly. Taemin was so beautiful, and he was all that Jonghyun could think about.
Jonghyun slid his tongue across Taemin's lip with the tiniest of brushes, sending shivers racing up and down his body. He couldn't believe he was actually kissing Taemin; it made him feel almost feverish. Taemin opened his mouth a little, letting their tongues brush delicately, each touch sending tingles all through Jonghyun's body. It felt like a sudden burst of air after holding your breath, intoxicating and dizzying at the same time. The way Taemin moved shyly against him made Jonghyun want to grin with happiness. Finally, he was kissing Taemin.
"Taemin-ah," Jonghyun panted when Taemin pulled away gently. His cheeks were stained red and he breathed in deeply. "Taemin-ah, that ... that was okay, right?" Jonghyun whispered, watching his friend carefully, his hand settling on Taemin's shoulder. Jonghyun grinned as Taemin looked down and then glanced up at him for a second, nodding his head before he looked down again.
"Can we... can we do it again?" Taemin asked from behind his hands, and Jonghyun grinned. Taemin was so cute when he acted like that. Nodding his head, Jonghyun suddenly remembered the chocolate, and he smirked to see the pool of chocolate on Taemin's stomach. Funny how the chocolate had melted after they'd started kissing, but Jonghyun supposed he did feel warmer, so maybe Taemin did to?
Jonghyun reached for Taemin's hand, holding it lightly as he reached for another piece of chocolate. He slipped the piece of chocolate into his mouth and learned forward to kiss Taemin again. Jonghyun felt giddy as Taemin kissed him back, and they shared the chocolate between their mouths. It melted rapidly between their lips. All Jonghyun could think about was kissing Taemin until the world ended. What was life outside of kissing Taemin?
Carefully, Jonghyun let one of his hands slide up Taemin's body, stroking the smooth skin under his fingertips until Jonghyun thought he would burst. Taemin's soft moans floated into his ears and mouth, making Jonghyun's head spin. He wanted to hear more moans like that. Slowly, Jonghyun traced his hands down Taemin's chest and stomach, mapping the soft contours of his body under his fingers. When they stopped kissing to breathe, Jonghyun slid his own shirt, panting softly as he eyed the little pool of chocolate nestled in between Taemin's hips. Jonghyun's mouth felt dry as he realised the chocolate was sliding south, and Taemin shifted on the couch, still looking shy and, to Jonghyun, damn hot.
"Taemin-ah," Jonghyun mumbled in between pants, "the chocolate." He smiled before lowering his fingers into the liquid chocolate. Jonghyun drank in Taemin's reaction, watching the way his lips trembled, and he shuddered slightly as Jonghyun slid his finger up Taemin's body, leaving a glistening delicious trail behind.
Jonghyun slid his fingers around Taemin's nipple, licking his lips as Taemin let out a soft moan, which Jonghyun felt deep down in his groin. No, Jonghyun couldn't bear it, and breathing out heavily, he leaned forward and lowered his mouth to Taemin's nipple, licking up the sweet chocolate and then tasting Taemin's skin, the slight tang of salt and something unidentifiable, almost musky but completely Taemin.
Jonghyun shuddered and sucked on Taemin's nipple; he loved the way Taemin wriggled under him, moaning louder as Jonghyun flicked his tongue against him. Jonghyun wanted to spread Taemin out and just taste him everywhere; he wanted to hear those soft, gorgeous moans all day. Jonghyun swallowed and then licked his way down from Taemin's nipple. Never had he imagined that he would get to act out his dreams with Taemin.
"Jonghyun-hyung," Taemin whimpered softly, and Jonghyun lifted his mouth from Taemin's stomach, fingers itching to explore more. Taemin looked a hot mess -- his hair was mussed up, and his eyes were glazed over and half-shut. Jonghyun grinned as he saw that Taemin was still a little pink, and it was cute how he wouldn't quite meet Jonghyun's gaze. Taemin fidgeted slightly, his body lifting, and Jonghyun watched as Taemin looked lower, his cheeks starting to turn redder. Jonghyun couldn't hide his grin as he saw the front of Taemin's jeans bulging up towards him, jutting a little higher than his hip bones.
Jonghyun's mouth went dry. He hoped Taemin was asking for what he wanted. Licking his lips, Jonghyun pressed his hand to the top of Taemin's jeans. He could feel his heart pounding as he watched Taemin's face. At a slight nod from Taemin, he began to lower his zipper and then his jeans. But then Taemin was hiding behind his hands again, muttering something to himself.
"Taemin-ah, look at me." Jonghyun reached for Taemin's hand, squeezing it lightly. "I'm not going to hurt you or embarrass you," Jonghyun promised when Taemin peered through his fingers at him. It reminded Jonghyun how young Taemin really was or, rather, how inexperienced he was. Holding back a sigh, Jonghyun decided not to push Taemin too far. Instead of tugging his boxers down, Jonghyun wrapped his hand around Taemin's length, thrusting his hand up and down until he could hear the hitch in Taemin's breath. He could feel his own erection, but he watched Taemin's face, watched how his eyelids fluttered shut and his head rolled back as moans spilled from his mouth. It didn't take long before Jonghyun felt Taemin's hips jerking up harder into his hand, and then Taemin was groaning, his whole body trembling as he came.
Jonghyun was still staring up at Taemin when he opened his eyes and shyly looked down at Jonghyun. His own erection was throbbing painfully, but Jonghyun was ignoring it in favour of staring at Taemin. They had shared so many moments, but Jonghyun didn't think anything felt better than this. Jonghyun felt giddy and delirious as he looked up at Taemin. Taemin's wet fingers brushed against his lips, and Jonghyun was pulled from his thoughts as Taemin pressed a chocolate-coated finger into his mouth. Even though he knew Taemin looked the same as he always had, Jonghyun thought he had become even more attractive, those clear eyes looking right into his.
"Hyung, I'm sorry," Taemin whispered when he pulled his finger out of Jonghyun's mouth. "I shouldn't have... lied to you." Jonghyun swallowed and wiped at his lips, glancing curiously at Taemin.
"The science project, I, um, made it up," Taemin admitted, looking away from Jonghyun. "I'm sorry, hyung, it was wrong of me." Jonghyun wanted to laugh, and he reached up for Taemin's hand, gripping it tightly. It made Jonghyun feel light, as if he was floating up to the ceiling, when he realised exactly what Taemin meant.
It made him feel so happy when he realised exactly what Taemin meant.
"Yeah, it was wrong of you." Jonghyun nodded his head slowly, his eyes darting down to look at Taemin's hips again. "I guess as a punishment we'll have to experiment with melting chocolate again." Jonghyun shrugged, trying to seem angry or annoyed. Taemin bit his lip, looking guilty as he nodded his head, making Jonghyun want to laugh. He squeezed Taemin's hand, glancing up at him hungrily. Oh yes, Jonghyun definitely wanted to experiment with melting more chocolate on Taemin's body. He couldn't wait for the next "science project," and judging from the way Taemin shyly smiled at him and squeezed his hand, neither could he.
