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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kim_Jongin_|_Kai/Kim_Minseok_|_Xiumin
  Character:
      Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Kim_Minseok_|_Xiumin
  Additional Tags:
      Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-25 Words: 2453
****** room service ******
by unhinged_(anti60ne)
Summary
     minseok gets some room service he didn't order.
Notes
     this was a Line chat turned pwp turned
     whyisthereplotwhatishappeningwhat turned whyaretheresomanywords
     i didn't do this.
     for yuki aka evil enabler, for whom i kept the /your vixen face/
     because she wrote that because obviously i would never call minseok a
     vixen #pls
After a long day of hiking, Minseok checks into a quaint little inn off the
slopes of the mountain, one he would have missed if not for the tip given by a
local elderly man manning a food stall at a rest stop. The inn, he was told,
may be a little run-down, but has a small onsen in the back, and that is enough
for Minseok to check it out. His back and quads are sore from the hike, the
trails turned out more arduous than he had expected. So he drags his weary feet
to the inn, where he is greeted by a petite ahjumma dressed in pastel hanbok, a
cordial smile on her face. After due payment changes hands, the ahjumma reaches
out her hand, keys dangling from her fingers. She peers into Minseok's face
quietly as he takes the keys from her hand, as if she has something to say. She
says nothing, and Minseok heads toward his room, head tilted to the side in
mild bewilderment.
After a visit to the onsen where he nearly dozes off, Minseok returns to his
room, warm and relaxed. He plops on the bed and flips the channels till he
stumbles on porn. It's free, he's bored, why not. So he's jacking off and out
of nowhere his door pulls open and someone stumbles in. The intruder is
mumbling, eyes glazed in inebriation and his robe is half tugged loose. Minseok
scrambles to hide his half-hard cock to escort the intoxicated man out of his
room. 
He's seen him a couple of times but he was too shy to actually talk to him even
though he knew they were both Korean.
"Uhh, I-I... I believe you're in the wrong room?" Minseok manages to squeak
out, mouth dry because god damn that tummy is way too hot, this is unfair, the
lord if it exists is testing him.
But when he reaches to guide the young man out of his room, he's yanked aside
and roughly flung to the bed. Minseok winces because he will bet his arm, that
mattress is made of wood. He's distracted until the young man is climbing over
him.
"Wh-what... what are you doing?" Minseok tries to push him away but to no avail
because the next thing he knows, his hands are pinned over his head and he's
thrashing but he gasps when the young man puts his leg between Minseok's
thighs.
"Your vixen face..." the man murmurs as he caresses Minseok's jaw. "I can't get
it out of my head since I saw you at the onsen. And I believe I can help with
your problem." He presses his thigh into Minseok's crotch and proceeds to
invade his honey lips.
Minseok barely has time to register what's happening when his gasp is all but
sucked into the man's mouth. He moans as a wet, hot tongue claims his own and
he would slap himself across the face if he could stop his blood from returning
south, every muscle of his tensing and relaxing at the same time as two
restless hands roam his body.
"The name is Jongin," the man suddenly pulls free of Minseok's lips as he yanks
Minseok's robe wide open. "Figures you're gonna need a name to scream later." 
The name skates across the surface of Minseok's increasingly clouded mind. He
tries to commit it to memory out of reflexive courtesy but he doesnt even have
the strength to cling onto lucidity in the face of Jongin's relentless kisses,
his touch scalding hot on Minseok's skin. Minseok only realizes he is buck
naked, his robe shed and abandoned somewhere else when he feels Jongin's
fingers trail down his abdomen, wrap themselves around his throbbing cock. He
almost whimpers when Jongin gives it a slow tug, teasing as if he's punishing
Minseok. Jongin flicks dark eyes up at Minseok, sweat already beading across
his forehead. If Minseok was in his right mind, he would slap that infuriating
smirk off of Jongin's face. Maybe. 
But even if he really wanted to, it's too late because Jongin is leaning down
and it feels like the room is spinning with Jongin's full lips seal over and
around his dick. Minseok swears under his breath, fingers curling into the
sheets as Jongin takes his sweet time lowering his head and Minseok watches
through half-mast eyes his cock disappear into that sinful mouth. Jongin swirls
his tongue as he begins bobbing up and down, slow at first but picks up the
speed when Minseok's fingers find their way between Jongin's strands, still
damp from the  onsen. He tugs and for a very brief, inconspicuous moment he
worries if he's being too rough because he doesn't even know the guy but
reasoning of any sort evades him as Jongin sucks, hard and fast and too wet for
Minseok's sanity.
"I can't..." Minseok breathes, voice broken as Jonginsw tongue flicks over his
slit, circles around it painstakingly slow. Minseok is on the brink of coming
when Jongin suddenly sucks and then pulls up with a pop obscenely loud to
Minseok's ears. He doesn't straighten up but hovers, hands crawling forward
until they bracket Minseok's head.
"Remember my name?" Jongin whispers in Minseok's ear, breath hot and heavy
against the shell of his ear and Minseok almost shoots out his hand to get a
hold of his dick aching for release.
"J-Jongin," Minseok forces the words out, his raspy voice foreign to his own
ears. His blood roars and pounds the inside of his head and he can't think,
doesn't want to until the heat threatening to implode in his belly goes away.
It's as if Jongin can read his mind because he tucks away a satisfied smile and
pulls back, warm hands resting on Minseok's quivering thighs.
"Relax," Jongin says, too calm for the occasion.  He bends over the edge of the
bed and reaches into the pocket of his rumpled robe. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Minseok knew what Jongin was looking for but his eyes still grow wide when
Jongin brandishes a tiny bottle of lube. Travel size, perfect for the occasion
(al one-night stands on a solo trip out of town, perhaps).
Minseok lets out a shaky sigh as Jongin shifts and for the first time, he gets
a good look of Jongin's dick that lies flush against his toned stomach. He
gulps, thighs trembling in anticipation as Jongin drips a copious amount over
two fingers because he is monstrously big. But for some reason Minseok feels
his muscles go lax and his heartbeat slow, Jongin's hands gently kneading the
underside of his thighs as he pushes them up. He feels Jongin's lips on his
before the stretch in his hole when one slick finger slides in. He gasps into
Jongin's mouth at the cool sensation, but his attention is diverted when a
second digit is pushed in and he moans, louder than he thought capable as
Jongin starts scissoring.
Minseok learns that Jongin likes to take his sweet time, but Minseok tends to
be impatient, especially when his cock is pulsing painfully, precum already
pooling at the tip. He wants to touch himself so badly so he reaches down, but
Jongin grabs his hand and places it under Minseok's knee. 
"Hold yourself open for me," Jongin says in a low voice that's supposed to be
demanding but only makes Minseok's blood boil. "If you really want it." Minseok
holds back a whimper as Jongin's fingers speed up, three of them sliding in and
out of him easily. He bites hard on his lower lip and wedges his hands under
his knees, grip hard enough that his nails are digging in.
"P-please," Minseok says with a desperate groan as Jongin's fingers crook and
scrape right past his prostate. "Please what?" Jongin asks nonchalantly,
halting his fingers so he could press his thumb on the rim. Minseok doesn't
want to beg. Pleading - that's not something he does.
Yet words that string up a plea are tumbling off his lips, his whole body
unbelievably tense, aching for Jongin. "Please fuck me," Minseok caves, his
dignity crumbling into shreds that he'll remember to collect later, but not
now. Now he wants to be filled with Jongin's cock, so much so he lets go of his
knees and pulls forward.
Jongin widens his eyes in surprise when Minseok takes Jongin's dick in his
hands, hissing from the contact as he hasn't - didn't have to - touch himself
just yet. 
"Starved, aren't we?" Jongin says, lips upturned into a crooked smirk. He pulls
back and snatches Minseok's hand, then pins both hands over Minseok's head as
he hovers over him, sweat rolling from his sideburns to Minseok's trembling
chest. 
"Just fuck me already, goddammit." Minseok's snarl is quickly replaced by a
loud gasp as Jongin thrusts in without warning.
Minseok never knew he liked it rough until now, Jongin pounding into him with a
brutality that he quickly comes to crave. The urgency in the way Jongin moves,
snaps his hips against Minseok's thighs is so raw it steals Minseok's breath
away. Minseok shakes with each thrust, shallow breath shuddering along with
unrelenting grips around Jongin's toned biceps. He clings to Jongin as if he
would otherwise get flung away, lost in a corner without feeling, without life.
Minseok's eyes roll to the back of his head, back bent into a perfect arch as
Jongin hits his sweet spot - one, two, three and he comes undone, screaming
Jongins name as every fiber of his being unravels at Jongin's last
thrust. Boneless and spent, he watches through hooded eyes as Jongin pulls out
and fists himself in one, two, three quick successions before he spills white
over Minseok's abdomen with a carnal grunt. Jongin lets out a shaky breath as
the last of his load shoots over Minseok's still heaving chest. Instead of
falling on the bed as Minseok expects, Jongin gets up and reaches for the box
of tissues on the bedside table. Minseok widens his eyes when Jongin plucks out
a few plies and gently wipes him down. Then Jongin leans down and presses warm
lips into Minseok's sweat-steeped forehead. Minseok thinks his heart just
stopped. 
He forgets to blink when Jongin pulls back up, sitting in his naked glory
beside Minseok, and looks at him like he's Jongin's lover instead of an one-
night stand. Jongin opens his mouth to say something when a light knock comes
from the door.
"J-just a minute!" Minseok squeaks out once he finds his voice and manages to
drag himself out of the depths in Jongin's eyes.
"You're gonna tell me to leave," Jongin says under his breath, a statement
rather than a question. Minseok hesitates, but says nothing as he grabs his
robe and throws it on. He wants to say something - wait here, don't move - but
another knock comes, louder and more insistent this time. Minseok hurriedly
pulls the sash around his robe tighter than necessary and gets up. He pulls the
door open - it's a small ahjumma. He recognizes her from the front desk; she
had admitted him into the inn and given him the keys to his room.
"Oh, hi. Can I help you?"
The woman peers into his face with dark, unreadable eyes.
"I should ask you the same question," she murmurs. Minseok looks at her,
confused. She continues, shifting her weight from one foot to another. "You
pressed the service bell."
"Did I?" Minseok wonders out loud. He didn't even know there was a service
bell. The ahjumma spoke again before he could think of an excuse.
"Looks like you no longer need assistance. I will be off then. Good night."
Minseok stares as she lends a small bow and turns around. He could've sworn he
saw a minute curve in her lips as she steps away and leaves.
Scratching the back of his head, Minseok closes the door and turns around. His
bed is empty. Jongin is gone.
Panic fires through his veins, seizes him with an unknown ache as he clambers
onto his bed. He ransacks over and under the sheets as if Jongin had
transformed into a bug that crawled into the cracks. But really it's more like
Jongin had fused into the air, morphed into a ghost like the vestiges of his
touch on Minseok's skin.
Then he finds it - a note tucked into his pillow peeking out of the pillowcase.
Minseok chuckles weakly as he pulls it out with caution. Rushed scribbles
bounce off the paper and into Minseok's anxious eyes: "That was fun. We should
do it again - you didn't scream my name loud enough. - 27B"
Minseok doesn't even have to try to remember the room number - it's seared into
his mind the instant his eyes drink it in, chills running up his spine as if
Jongin was whispering right against his ears. He balls up the note, makes to
toss it into the bin but changes his mind. He unfolds and smooths it over, then
puts it down on the desk.
Suddenly he remembers what the old lady had said to him. He searches along the
walls, near and behind the bed - nothing. There is no service bell. 
Stumped, Minseok shakes away the bizarre encounter with the ahjumma and pulls
the unclosed window wide open, breathing in summer as he airs out remnant
scents of Jongin. His eyes catch a figure across his side of the building -
tall and lean and broad shoulders, it's Jongin, unmistakable. There is another,
much smaller form beside him. In between vacillating shadows, Minseok sees who
Jongin is speaking to, and his eyes grow large as it hits him.
It's like Jongin could sense him because he sees Jongin turn and lift his eyes
to Minseok. Their eyes might have met for a split second - Minseok couldn't be
sure because he's whipping around, pulling the curtains closed with his heart
ramming against his ribcage. As much as he wants to deny it, he's pretty sure
right before he turned Jongin had shot him a smug smile, barely discernible in
the dark but conspicuous enough to shake Minseok.
He thinks back to the ahjumma's words again - she had said "you no longer
need", not "you don't need". As if she knew his "needs" had already been
attended to. 
His gaze drifts to the note on the desk and the 27B. He wonders if he fell
under Jongin's standard procedure for "room service", or if he was an exception
to Jongin's rule. Tracing a finger over the words scream my name, Minseok could
almost hear Jongin's murmur burning the shell of his ear - I guess you'll just
have to find out.
 
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gged at Jim's hand. "Come on, man. I
really want to do this."
Stunned at the directness, Jim followed the young man to the bed. Blair sat on
the edge and stared up at him. "You've got a great body, Jim. Let me see it."
"You're sure about this?"
Smiling suggestively, Blair leaned back on his elbows and motioned his head
toward his own crotch, the bulge obvious. "I've been hard ever since I saw you
when you checked in. Yeah, man, I'm serious."
"But you don't even know me."
"I go by my instincts. You want this as much as I do and you're not going to
hurt me."
"You don't know that."
Tilting his head, Blair's voice softened. "Don't be scared, Jim. It's okay. If
you don't want to do it, we can just make out a little bit. That's cool, too."
"I'm not afraid."
"Then prove it."
Fighting down his own panic, Jim swallowed hard and then stripped off his T-
shirt and toed off his shoes. He unzipped and rolled down his jeans so that he
stood there in his boxers, his body hard all over.
"Oh, man, you're buff."
"Thanks, but I'm feeling a little exposed here. Want to join me or just watch?"
"I thought you might want to do it for me." The honey call of his voice brought
Jim to stand between Blair's legs. He peeled off the white golf shirt, his long
dark curls pouring down free on bare shoulders. A soft spray of chest hair
covered his nipples, the round nubs suddenly stiff and eager. The younger man
lifted his hips and Jim yanked off both the shorts and the briefs in one pull.
A glistening cock jutted out from the bed of brown curls covering the balls
beneath it. Just seeing it made Jim shudder, his skin flushed with desire, his
groin tingling.
Naked, Blair lay back and held out his hand. "Come on, man. I won't bite unless
you want me to."
Jim slipped off his boxers and then took the boy's hand, his mind reeling with
the buzz of disbelief. Kneeling between Blair's thighs, he took his hand and
then stretched out over him, their hard cocks lined up. A hand cupped his cheek
as Blair whispered, "You're so beautiful, man, and you don't even know it."
Unable to speak, Jim licked the side of Blair's neck, the salty rush like candy
to a starving man. He found ready lips eager to meet his, tongues going at it,
winding and pushing, thrusting as a hand slid down and wrapped his cock. Blair
captured his moans, the air distant and drawn away from his lungs as he thrust
to the rhythm controlled by the younger hand. His head reared back as he
gasped, but Blair released him and followed. His lover rolled him on his back,
climbing up and straddling him as he rubbed his ass across Jim's shaft, rocking
and keeping constant contact. Strong hands stroked his chest while a mouth
ravaged his nipples, his neck, and all over his face. Stubble burned his skin,
the sensitive flesh rarely touched much less adored by masculine kisses.
His whole body swelled with pleasure, the arousal whipping through him, the
storm controlling every sinew, every nerve sizzling with stimulation. Bucking
up, Blair pushed him down, the younger man's body compact, but powerful.
The world cracked around him, shattering all thoughts as he shook with coming.
Bright lights settled like filmy gold all over his skin, his raised thighs
shaking and suddenly too weak to do anything but collapse.
His young lover kissed him again, sucking his tongue into his own mouth,
holding it there and then pulling away to rise up. Both Blair's hands cupped
his face and he smiled above him with bruised and swollen lips, his wild curls
a shaded halo. Still panting for air, Jim groaned in pleased amazement as
Blair's ass settled against his dazed cock and wiggled. "Oh, man. Very cool.
That felt great."
"Felt good from here, too."
Smiling, Blair relaxed and settled over his torso, his knees between Jim's as
the older man held him. His head rested against Jim's chest over his heart
while his hair tickled his sweaty skin. "Hope I didn't hurt your leg."
"My leg?"
"Yeah. I saw the scar. You got shot, huh?"
"It's okay. Don't worry about it."
"It didn't hurt?"
Jim hugged him tighter and laughed as he kissed the top of his head. "I didn't
even remember I had a leg, Chief."
"Way to go, Jim."
After a few quiet moments, his heartbeat more settled, Jim whispered, "Thanks,
Blair. You're beautiful."
"You're welcome." He paused and then shifted to roll over and snuggle into
Jim's side. After a few moments, he spoke in a hush. "I've always dreamed it
would be like this."
"Dreamed?"
"Yeah. I've never done this with a guy before."
Jim frowned, but didn't pull away as he asked, "But you have done it with
someone before, right?"
"With a girl at school, Suzie, and, of course, Amy."
"Amy? Brad's Amy?"
"Yeah. She's a great lady."
"So people say."
Blair lifted his head and stared, his face no longer happy. "What do you mean
by that?"
"Nothing. It's just that she's a lot older than you."
"So? You are, too. What's the difference?"
Suddenly ashamed, Jim cupped Blair's face. "I'm sorry. I'm being an ass. You're
right."
Nodding, his lover accepted the apology and kissed him briefly before lying
back down in his arms. "I didn't mean to snap, man. It's just that Amy's a
really nice person. People call her a slut sometimes because she falls in love
so much. I figure, hey, I'm a slut, too, because I do the same thing."
Jim stiffened at the words. "You're not a slut, Chief."
"No, but I worked it pretty hard this weekend. I wanted you, Jim. I've never
wanted anybody so badly before." Cuddling in closer, he confessed. "I've jerked
off about a hundred times since I first saw you."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. I can't explain it, but I swear if you hadn't given in, I would've
hurt myself."
Jim laughed at the impassioned words and squeezed his lover, their naked flesh
pressed together, the sweat cooling slowly under the tiny currents of humid
air. "I don't want that to ever happen, Chief."
"It won't, man. Not now." He sighed and relaxed, his eyes closed, his face
peaceful. The words floated up, simple and true. "No matter what happens, we'll
always have this."
As his lover drifted off, Jim studied the man in his arms. Both alarmed and
relieved, he realized his life changed without a warning. His world filled with
Blair Sandburg gave him a spiritual push he didn't quite fathom, but that
ousted the despair that often mired and darkened his thinking. He wanted this
boy, and while reason called him crazy, his heart cheered and shouted hurrah,
finally.
*****The End
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