[M] The Sequel (1/1)

Hey guys, here's the part 2 I was talking about. It didn't come out as good as I'd hoped. Honestly, I rushed through it because I have this idea in my head of the next story I want to write, and I rushed through this sequel to get done so I can start on this awesome Sehun idea I have. I'm sorry for rushing, you guys deserve only to read the best, which is why I ask the next question. Please please answer if you have the time. Would you guys rather read an exo cat au with bottom Sehun, a cat au with bottom Kris, or just a Sehun one-shot? All smut of course. I'm becoming very obsessed with Sehun...and Krish and Jongin... I feel bad, too, because Taemin brought me onto K-pop and I totally feel like I'm abandoning him but what can ya do?I'm so happy for your comments, upvotes, and subscriptions! Truly, thank you guys! That's a very warm welcoming. Well, as I said, please do answer if you have the time, and if you don't like those feel free to just comment whatever pairing you do wish to read about. I always intend to write it as guy/girl but come on, I'd rather write about two exo members instead of one. Am I right?As I've said, I never proof read so pardon any mistakes.I'll shut the fuck up now. Enjoy the story! Or don't. Totally up to you. Good day (: Two weeks.Two long weeks it's been since the incident in the bathroom before the concert. Taemin hasn't stopped thinking about it for a moment and that irritates him like other things.For example, Minho acts like it never happened. He treats Taemin as he always has, the same way he treats everyone else. Taemin gets no special attention, just the same amount of affection he's always received from him. Never even catches Minho staring at him, but Minho has caught Taemin many times. That irks the hell out of him...The fact that they haven't talked about it also angers him. He needs to know how Minho feels about it- about him. At the very least, he wants to ensure their friendship is actually surviving the event and it isn't all just an act for the others. He wonders just how much Minho actually liked it for him to be acting so unaffected, and makes him curious as hell as to whether or not he'll ever do it again. Not that he wants to...or anything...He wonders this because Taemin wants those big hands on him again, he can't even lie to himself anymore. He wants to rock his hips into Choi's strong grip until Minho makes him cum again. This time, however, he wants the opportunity to see Minho touch himself, since he was too blinded by it all the first time. Taemin even wants to touch Minho where he's never touched anyone but himself before, never even come close to it. Minho is already the furthest he's gone with anyone, why not up the wager just a bit? Or something like that.It's infuriating that he can't tell Minho this. When the two actually have a little time alone, Minho acts so normal that he's terrified to bring it up and ruin the comfortable aura around them, he's scared to disturb it and then it'll never go back to normal. He's walking a thin rope, he knows it, the situation can spiral downward at any given moment. So he gave up that thought for a while and just hoped that Minho would approach him and initiate that awkward but necessary talk. He has to know where they stand with each other. He'll sleep so much better if he does...Minho ignores Taemin's stare, his shyness around him, and even ignores the sexual tension in the air. It's as if he wants it to have never happened, which Taemin has a hard time fathoming because of the fact that Minho initiated it, and Taemin's whole 'he-must-have-wanted-to-do-something-for-a-while' theory. Nonetheless, the thought that Minho regrets it still scares him. He feels quite the opposite. He enjoyed it so very much. And to think, Taemin thought he'd be the one to hate what happened between them a few days later. It's quite ironic, if you have the sense of humor to spot the irony of the situation out.In fact, he enjoyed it so much that he's hard now remembering it, and attempting to tuck the back part of his shirt in and leave the front out so maybe it'll conceal his growing erection. Lee Taemin is seated on the toilet in a fancy bathroom while all the member of SHINee and all his managers and people that work at the label are on the other side of the door. It's a giant dinner party they all gather for once a year close to New Years. It's always a fun time, except Taemin isn't having any fun at all this year. Stupid him, had to start daydreaming in the middle of a toast about Minho and his stupid abs and his stupid hands and he ended up with a stupid freaking boner. He tried, he really did, to hide it under the table for as long as possible, but he couldn't do it. He just couldn't sit there and look his friends and acquaintances in the face while under the table his cock was throbbing and twitching to be touched, to the point where he couldn't even have a conversation anyways because he couldn't focus on the words long enough to absorb them. So he succumbed to his erection and ran off, hands covering his stomach and groin, scampering to the bathroom and hoping everyone thought he was just going to get sick...that or they just didn't see him at all. The latter would be preferred.So here he sits now, in yet another shitty situation. At least this time he had a reason for it, and it's not simply just because should masturbate more. It's because he should have Minho touch him more. Yes, it's all Minho's fault. He should take care of it, that stubborn Minho, instead of walking around acting like he wasn't drooling over just Taemin's cock in his hand less than a month ago. Oh God, where has his mind gone? What is he thinking and what the hell is he becoming?He shakes his head and slams the stall door closed and spins around to face the open toilet, then proceeds to yank of his belt and unzip his fly. Too hard to use to hole, he pushes his pants down to the middle of his thighs, then his boxers shortly after and his hard length bobs free and twitches in excitement. It knows what's coming next.There's no time to be fancy, so he wraps his dry hand around the shaft, about a quarter way from the base of the head, and pumps himself not fast but his fist is so hard that his head lolls back anyways. His hips lazily jerk to meet the flicks of his wrist and he groans lightly, knowing that anyone could walk in that door at any moment, and he has to be quiet and attentive in case he does not hear them.It feels good, so good, but all he can think about is how much better Minho feels. So instead he imagines it's the muscular man in the next room somewhere doing it to him. An idea occurs that has him scrambling through his pockets, and then the gallery of his phone, and after a minute he finds the picture he'd been looking for. It's Minho, naturally, and he's on stage with that hideous shirt and pants with the awful print ripped open to show case those beautiful wash board abs of his. He looks so manly and he doesn't even have to try like Taemin does. He's always envied that about Minho, now it just makes his dick harder.It feels better this way when Taemin strokes himself again to the picture, so much better that his breathing becomes deeper as his hand moves faster. He wants to touch his balls so badly but can't bring himself to put down the phone and stop looking at the picture. Though he could, but the toilet is not the cleanest place to prop his phone up on.He increases his pace when the knot forms, rushing towards the release he so badly desires. He feels his balls tighten and holds his breath in anticipation.“Tae...”His hands stop movement, the phone drops and clatters to the floor below his feet, still intact and narrowly having missed going into the toilet, and his hands move to cover his groin. He jerks around to see Minho standing directly behind the couch, having been there for God knows how long. He could have been there since Taemin pulled his pants down for all he knows.Taemin turns away, yanks up his shorts, grabs his phone and stands up. He looks up at Minho and Taemin wants to cry. He takes in Minho's frozen, shocked stature and he can barely stand the shame, humiliation, regret in so many ways, sadness, and even anger that floods through him. So he does the only thing he can bring himself to do at the moment.He runs away.He runs out of the bathrooms and down the long hallway that they're not supposed to be in, according to a sign he runs directly past. It's dark, not lit up, probably to divert anyone going for an adventure. It's creepy and completely empty, just more fancy looking brick walls with white marble floors, so he keeps running down the long hallway until he comes to a set of brown, wooden french doors. They're open. So much for not wanting anybody sneaking around.Through the doors is the weirdest room he's ever seen in his life. He knows they host parties here are the time and they have a V.I.P section, but if is that, he does not want to know what goes on here. Why are there bed in here? The assortment of couches and mini-bars is understandable, yes. But why is one side of the enormous room sectioned off with black beds that have racks with fancy red lace curtains hanging down so they can be closed for privacy? Why are they needed? And yet Korea wants to say Americans are too sexual...He closes the curtains on two other beds before he crawls into another one, ignoring just how comfortable it is, and closes the curtain. He thinks that maybe if Minho does decide to pursue him, he won't see him or even think to look in the beds because it shouldn't cause suspicion. Though he didn't look to see if there was another route or if this room was the only place he could hide. If so, Minho will find him.Then his cheeks heat. He hopes Minho doesn't look for him. What then? If there's no other doors, Minho will find him here. Even if he doesn't, Taemin has to go home eventually. Actually, nobody will even leave until they've found him. He sighs. There's really no point in even hiding but he cannot summon the courage to stand and emerge back to the party, just act like it never happened.He sighs. Why does he have to be so childish about the situation? Minho gave him his first hand-job and his first orgasm by another person. It's not like he took his virginity or anything. Taemin wishes he could just get over it and stop acting like a girl but his mind always seems to betray him when it comes to that man. He finds himself thinking about him even when he's trying not to. Constantly telling himself not to think about him so he doesn't think about him, but does that really solve anything? It's just one big contradiction. The whole things is really, if you think about it. God, how did he end up in this freaking mess of a life?Light pours into the dim room as the doors are opened and a figure steps into the room. Though he can't make out any features due to the light shining behind him, but he can see enough of his posture and stature to know that Minho really has followed him, and he instantly bites his lip. Looks like they're going to have that talk after all.“Taeminnie, can I just talk to you for just a sec, please? Please just talk to me?”Taemin sniffs because his nose starts to run, and apparently it's too loud because Minho starts to move in his direction, and the closer his gets is the better he can see him, especially after the door closes and the rods and cones in his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, and suddenly he can make out the features of Minho's face on the other side of the lace. So much for hiding. He'd have found him anyway if he looked hard enough.“Taemin,” Minho breathes.Lee Taemin isn't sure about the tone of Minho's voice so he stays silent, listening. He doesn't dare say a word, and through the tears he grows angry. This is all Choi freaking Minho's fault. He's to blame for making Taemin this way. Everything would be normal, just like any other regular day before the bathroom incident, if Minho could have just kept his hands to himself.Taemin lays back on the bed and smothers his face with the closest pillow. The bed shifts and dips and something brushes his thigh. Minho must have just joined him. A weight settles on top of Taemin's knees, effectively pinning him down, and only then is he aware that he's still painfully hard and aching to be stimulated.Minho sighs. “Please don't be upset with me,” he pleads.Taemin feels a hand rest over his crotch. “Don't!” he yells but is slightly muffled by the pillow, and Minho jerks his hand away like he's been burned. “Don't...” he whimpers.It's silent. Silent for so long that Taemin worries he's really, really hurt Minho's feelings. Of course he knew the rejection would hurt him, but he knew Minho wasn't expecting such a...averse reaction, so he's sure he hurt him more than he intended. Hurt or not, however, Minho still has Taemin's legs pinned under him. Without any legs to walk with, Taemin isn't going anywhere.In a split second his pants are ripped down and off his body, so hard that it actually slides Taemin's body down the bed by a few inches, and he curses himself for not wearing a belt tonight. In his surprise Lee releases the pillow and it's immediately yanked away. But Taemin is stubborn, hard-headed, when he puts his mind to something, it gets done. And right now, he doesn't want to look into Minho's eyes simply because that's what Minho wants him to do. So he opts for clenching his eyes closed as hard as he can without giving himself a headache.He can hear and feel Minho moving, he even frees Taemin's legs. He contemplates running for a moment, even tenses in preparation to bolt for the door, but then he realizes he can't. Where will he run to with his bottom half naked? The taller man would catch him anyways and drag him back just because he can and he knows that it pisses Taemin off to no ends to be handled like a child. So he lies so still that he could appear to be sleeping. If Minho won't get off of him, he'll do everything he can to make this as unappealing as possible, to just kill Minho's boner. Just kill it.Cool air grazes the protruding length and Taemin finds it uncomfortable in contrast with how hot his body is, especially the part of him that aches to be caressed. He tilts his head all the way to the right, hopefully in the other direction of Minho, and tries to block out every ounce of lust and thought in him. Maybe he'll just pretend to be a log until it's over. Just a random, lifeless log that somehow winded up on a bed under SHINee's Choi Minho.But he can't. He wants this. Has wanted it since he walked out of that dressing room bathroom that one concert night. Now that he has Minho on top of him, seconds away from touch him- hopefully, he doesn't want to ruin what may be their last time ever doing...this. A situation like this won't happen again, and he knows Minho will go back to ignoring it tomorrow. And he can't keep hurting himself, lusting for something that just isn't going to happen because Minho doesn't seem to want it to, except in these rare moments where he changes completely, like now. So why not indulge once more while he has the chance. There's pros and cons to everything.A downside is also the exact opposite of the pro. A contradiction. He really should buck Minho right up and off of him- if he can. There's a feeling there...that he feels for Minho, that hadn't existed before this...started happening. Something's already changing for him...between them. He doesn't want to push the matter any further or even think about it too hard, he just knows that it's better to end it while there's a chance to walk away unscathed. It's already hard enough to focus on anything, have interest in anything else, without daydreaming about Minho touching him on one scenario or another. Whatever his sick, twisted, and entirely sinful mind conjured up that day.“Is that really what you want?” Minho says in this monotone voice, but Taemin can hear it in the background. He can hear the slight bit of hurt, rejection in his voice, even the tad bit of hurt underlying in his words.The bed shifts once again and the solidity of Minho's body moves further south. Just as he opens his mouth to deliver a profane lie, Minho kisses the head of Taemin's erection and suddenly Taemin can speak no longer.He's shocked, naturally. It felt so good that his eyes had drooped for just a second and the breath felt as if it had been knocked out of him. Hell, even his mind shut down for a moment. It sends a tingle up his spine and down his left leg and tingles at his big toe.This all has progressed so quickly. He's never touched anyone before, and Minho is only to have touched him in such a way. Taemin has never even touched him back. Perhaps he shall this time. Another first.The thought embarks him to dive deeper into his thoughts. Which is ironic. Taemin always thinks, 'You start swimming in your thoughts and you'll end up drowning.' Yet here he is, willing diving in when he knows this can only end with drowning. Is that what he wants, though? Because he didn't even bring his floaties.Really, what does he want to become of him and Minho? That's the big question, the end result, he needs to start looking at the bigger picture and he realizes this right in this moment. What does he want to happen in the end of it all? Them to become lovers? Not exactly. Not in the tell-the-parents sense of the word. Act like it never happened? Of course not; that's what's been killing him all these days. Surely he doesn't want to tell his buddies and make them help them hide it from the managers, give them space so they can have sexy time, and promise to keep everything they find out a secret from their bosses. No, he can't ask them to do that. So, what? Stay as fuck-buddies and act like nothing happens on the sidelines? Because it seems the only way, so he'll have to be that if he wants Minho at all. It's not like he wants Minho to be his boyfriend, right? So he should be okay with that, right? Right? So he'll be okay in the end.... Right?Does he want Minho to be his boyfriend?“Tae, what's going on in there?”Minho's voice startles Taemin back into the present, shocking him so much that he actually opens his eyes for a moment to stare up at Minho's glorious face. He just...looks so damn strong and manly, yet the Minho he knows is rather gentle. Gentle and naked.“What are you-” Taemin starts but shakes his head and stops himself. “The others will be coming to check on me soon.”Minho smiles. “No, I told them to give us a minute, that I'd handle it and call them if there were any trouble, if something was really wrong with you. We have plenty of time. I'm even willing to bet we have a good thirty minutes before anyone even notices how long we've been gone for. Thirty minutes is plenty of time and more for me to touch you.”The tips of Taemin's ears glow bright red and he knows Minho sees it. It's obvious. Especially when he wears such a smug grin while he looks in the general direction of Taemin's left ear. To gain a little control of the situation and help his pride recover from this embarrassing night, he rolls his eyes at Minho like he would at a stubborn child, refusing to eat their cheerios.“This is all your fault,”Taemin grumbles out.Immediately he assesses Minho's face to see the damage. He'd only meant to be smart-assed, but his statement didn't deliver correctly. He even sounded cold. And Minho's face does fall. He stares at Taemin for long moments, so long that Taemin begins to actually grow uncomfortable.“My fault?” Minho asks, like he's testing the taste of the words on the tip of his tongue. “Why? Because you fantasize about me now? Because you get aroused for me?” He doesn't look quite so hurt now, and he rests his weight on top of Taemin and grinds his length along the younger's and they both gasp. Boy, that really feels different without any clothes on. “Because if that's the case, I'm sorry but... I'm not sorry at all. I'm glad. At least I'm not the only one suffering.”Taemin narrows his eyes and, in a moment of pure bravery and slight aggression, he reaches down and between them to caress and fondle Minho's balls. “Then why didn't you do anything about it?”Minho sighs in pleasure as he stares down at Taemin's lips, eyes clouding over, almost like he's not focused on anything, like he's lost but Taemin knows it's the pleasure. Maybe he has been aching for Taemin just as much as Taemin has been aching for him. His balls are drawn up so tight, Taemin thinks Minho may release with only a few flicks of Taemin's wrist.“I didn't...want to scare you off,” Minho sighs. “I can handle not getting to touch you, I have for so long now that I don't even know how long it's been. I stopped keeping track after two years, so I guess that makes it about four now, I know because your hair was down to the middle of your back at that time.“I thought that if I moved to quickly, and came to you again, it would scare you away. I thought that...i myself would scare you after that, that our friendship would never be the same. Because like I said,” Minho states, hand skimming south across Taemin's clothed stomach, “I can handle not getting to touch you, but I can't handle losing you in my life completely. I don't want to not even be able to hug you, or hold you, and hold your hand. That's the last thing I want. And since I didn't know what you wanted, I stayed back.”Taemin reaches up to run a hand through Minho's dark hair. Though his lips pout, he feels better now knowing that Minho has still wanted him all this time, knowing that it has hurt Minho just as much to stay away but have the other cloud one's mind all day long. So it wasn't just him. They're in this boat together, so they'll paddle out together. Taemin is now firm in that decision. He won't abandon or hide from Minho again. They'll just have to figure it out together.“I thought that...” Taemin chuckles, mostly in embarrassment for his own self, and then he takes to lifting Minho's shirt over his head to distract him from asking those terrible words.“What were you going to say?” Minho asks, eyes opening wider. Why he does that, Taemin will never know, but Minho always opens his eyes wide when asking a question like the answer is about to tell him all the secrets that the universe has to offer. Such an interesting, funny man he is.Taemin blushes and shakes his head, though the corners of his mouth quirk up and he fights to keep composure. “I can't remember.”Minho stares at him like that for another second, two, and three before he breaks out into an ear splitting grin. “Yes, you do remember!” he accuses, and suddenly this has turned into a game for them. “Now tell me.”“No,” Taemin says, voice wobbly with tempted laughter.Minho accepts the silent challenge. “Why not?”“Because it'll cost you.”“I have money.”Another eye roll from Taemin to Minho. “Not money.”A fond stroke from cheekbone to jawline as Minho says, “Then what? Anything for you, Taeminnie.”Taemin bites his lip and closes his eyes, then turns his head away as he still feels utterly exposed. He awkward shifts under Minho's weight and it rubs their erections together again, he'd actually forgotten of his arousal for a moment, but it comes to the forefront of his current thoughts. He takes a deep breath and steadies his voice as much as he can.“A blow-job.”Minho stares down into Taemin's eyes, face unchanging, and for a minute Taemin contemplates repeating it because he isn't sure that Choi heard him the first time. But Minho's lips soon spread into another smile, and before his head moves down, and leans in and quickly pecks Taemin on the lips. Their first kiss. How sweet. Minho almost felt like he should do it, he'd wanted to anyways. But something about sucking somebody's dick without kissing them on the lips first just sounded too.... 'Pretty Woman' Julia Roberts-sy to him. He isn't a fucking prostitute after all.Breaking apart first, Minho stares at him and asks, “Will you tell me first? Besides, it won't take anywhere near as long as the blow-job will.”His ears go Rudolph once again, only this time he feels it in his cheeks. It's been so long since his cheeks have changed colors, not since he met Naeun. He frowns. It hurts thinking of the girl and damn it, he doesn't think that will ever change. He loved the girls- loves the girl because Taemin just can't find it in his heart to stop loving someone. Even if they change, he still loves the friend he once knew even though he doesn't talk to the new version anymore. It's just who he is. Who he'll always be. Minho understands that, too. Not that it matters...what Minho thinks. Right.Please Subscribe to read the full chapter