Addicted (15/16)
Chapter rating NC-17
Pairing: Onew-centric, eventual Onew/Minho.
Chapter word count: 3684
Genre: Angst, fluff, romance.
Summary: "Jinki has a pathological need to have someone, or multiple people between his legs, and generally inside of him." Fill fo this rompt in the OnHo fic meme.
Warnings: Rimming.
It feels like a dream, how much things have changed for him, and a small part of his mind sometimes expects to wake up in the morning and find that the past year and a half have all been just something he imagined so that he could cope. But then he gets a text message form Minho or finds his car keys still on his bedside table on Saturday morning and the tangible reminders that this happiness is real are too much.
His favorite time of the week is when he can lie on Key's couch, wrapped in a blanket and Minho's arms, and just be. They talk, watch a movie, sometimes both, sometimes neither, and he feels a kind of peace he thought only existed in fantasy or for other people. Nothing will hurt him here, not in this space he's carved out next to his boyfriend.
"I love you," he whispers without thinking, halfway to dreamland, and reaches up to play with a strand of Minho's hair, like a sleepy cat.
It takes a moment for him to process the words that have just come out of his mouth, the words that have been pushing their way forward for ages and now have finally broken free. He sits up and almost head-butts Minho, trying to take back what he's said, but the sentence is gone, and he once again wishes words were physical things so he could hide them before others can see.
"I—What I meant was... Goddammit."
Minho's just staring at him, completely shocked, and he descends even further into sheer panic, on the verge of running into the bathroom and locking himself there for the rest of the evening.
"I—Pardon?"
"Nothing," Jinki says miserably, burying his head in his hands. "Forget it."
Minho pulls a hand away from his face. "Hyung, can you tell me what you said again? Please?" And Minho's looking at him with that face, the closest he can get to a puppy face, and Jinki has no choice but to give in.
"I, um, I just... I said..." He looks down and rubs the blanket between his fingers. "I l-love...you," he finishes in a whisper. He looks up from under his eyelashes and sees Minho staring at him with that dumbstruck expression that Jinki's come to realize means Minho is over the moon. The older man blushes. "I..."
"I love you too." And Minho kisses him, sweetly, softly. "Thank you."
Jinki makes a face. "You don't need to say 'thank you' for everything."
Minho wiggles his eyebrows comically. "Then how should I express my gratitude?"
"I have an idea."
"Oh?"
The atmosphere intensifies as Jinki meets Minho's eyes and leans in. "Yeah," he breathes right against Minho's mouth. "I'll show you."
Their lips meet again, more insistently this time, and Jinki slips his tongue out, rewarded by the feel of Minho's mouth opening, welcoming.
But the younger man does nothing but sit there, accepting Jinki's advances but offering none of his own, and it's a little frustrating to say the least. He slides his hand up Minho's side and over his front, deliberately slowing and pressing down, dragging the material of the shirt as he digs in with his nails, eliciting a sharp inhale. Success. But then Minho's pushing him away, face flushed and breathing heavily.
"Uh, p-p-point taken, hy-hyung."
"Obviously not. I was doing all the work!"
Minho groans. "Hyung..."
