[M] Chapter 2 (1/2)

A/N: This chapter contains some Lay/Kai action, so don't be too shocked (totally included that pairing in the list at the beginning though xD). But just so you know, I still consider this a TaeKai fic. ^^ Also, I may have accidentally made this way longer than the last chapter. Oops. Enjoy!

Jongin landed on the bed with a huff, the air knocked out of him, and before he could catch his breath, his lips were captured in a fervent kiss. Hands on his stomach wasted no time in removing the troublesome shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it off and cast it away with reckless enthusiasm, while Jongin's chest heaved and he trembled with anticipation and the rush of cool air on his bare skin. Yixing's eyes traveled over his tight body and angelic face, made even more tantalizing by the fact that he looked a little roughed-up, lips swollen, hair disheveled, eyes hazy and disoriented by the fierceness of their reunion. They could hear Sehun and Luhan catching up in the same way next door, and so Yixing sighed, getting off Jongin reluctantly and switching on his iPod, docking it and turning the speakers up, and then they were making out again to the beat of drums and heavy distortion.

Lips trailed down to Jongin's neck and he felt hands at his waist, yanking his belt open with a little more force than was necessary, opening his jeans and tugging them down over his hips. Yixing brought his mouth to his nipple for a brief moment before taking the pants off the rest of the way and tossing them somewhere near the shirt.

He drank in Jongin's naked form while he hastily undressed himself, and then he was between his legs again, having somehow retrieved that little bottle of clear liquid. It's not my favorite. It's not the strawberry. But it works just fine.

Yixing was not an unskilled lover, but today he had little patience for foreplay. It had been much too long since they'd done this, and on top of that, Jongin had teased him in the car on the way here, placing his hand on his thigh and slowly moving it upwards, settling much too high, unnoticed by anyone else only because Yixing fought hard to stay quiet. He'd seen Kai's smirk, though, and now Kai was going to learn what teasing got him.

He poured some lube onto Jongin's ass, spread some on his cock, and then he was inside him. The younger boy's mouth fell open with a cry, and his face crumpled in pain as he struggled to adjust when Yixing started thrusting hard right away. His hands grasped aimlessly, seeking a hold on reality while he was fucked into the mattress. Finally he let his arms rest across Yixing's back, closing his eyes, concentrating on breathing, on relaxing so he would enjoy it, on the feeling of the muscles moving under his fingertips. Holding onto him made sense.

Yixing's aggressiveness was understandable. The weeks had passed since their last time together in a frustrating blur. Exo was in full promotion mode, leaving them with little time off; at the same time Jongin's image was developing into something more and more sexual, and Yixing could only watch it all quietly, every shirtless photoshoot and fanservice expression and slow-motion pelvic thrust, with darkened eyes from the sidelines.

Far from being shaken by it, Jongin was clinging to him with the most blissful expression, because this was exactly what he needed. In truth, it had only been a few short days since he'd gotten a good, hard fuck. But because that afternoon was pretty much all he had been able to think about since then, he was reaching a point where he honestly worried for his mental health. He was obscenely, chokingly horny, and the blinding rage he felt when Taemin's phone rang and rang and went to voice mail (which could only mean he had important business today) had dissipated when Yixing invited him back to the Exo-M dorm after their own schedule, saying that Sehun was visiting too, and Jongin could catch a ride back with him later. He'd accepted a little too eagerly. He hated seeming desperate, but he was.

His desperation was slowly being undone, worked out of his tense body by the vigorous attention the older boy was paying to the unresolved and maddening ache he'd been tolerating for too long. Yixing straightened up, Jongin's arms leaving his back, and shifted to kneel in front of him. His hands reached under him and grabbed onto his upper thighs, pulling him into each thrust. Every impact was harder than the last and came a little closer to perfection, stunning him until he was only capable of breathing enough to keep moaning, long and low and open-mouthed. Yixing suddenly stopped his movements, and the stillness in itself was jarring to his buzzing nerves. He opened his eyes.

"Turn over," Yixing said, pulling out of him, and Jongin was motionless for a second before he registered the haste the older boy's tone implied, and scrambled to comply. The moment smacked of déjà vu and something else, and left Jongin feeling kind of weird, his cheek pressed into the pillow, with hands groping his ass.

He was entered again in one swift stroke, and let out a wail. That was why Yixing had wanted this, because he was so full, invaded so deep his eyes squeezed shut and he had to will himself to relax. He thrust into him hard again, and Jongin felt strong hands at his hips, pushing them down a little, his legs spreading more on their own. Yixing picked up the pace, knowing the angle was perfect by the way Jongin's voice suddenly burst into life, a symphony of the dirtiest, most expressive moans that would make anyone blush to hear.

Jongin shifted his weight onto one side as the other hand reached between his legs and wrapped around his cock, and he almost cried when he started jerking himself, because he was already overwhelmed by sensation. The sweet pain inside him became too much and he burst all over the sheets below him, his tightness bringing Yixing along for the ride. He groaned and his thrusts became quick and violent, taking full advantage of the fact that Jongin was still coming hard around him and this wouldn't go unappreciated. He smiled at the way his voice soared while he filled him with his release, and Jongin's arm gave out underneath him, but Yixing's grip kept him in place until he slowed and finally stopped, pulling out of him with a gush of warmth. Jongin's hips fell, unsupported, and he rolled onto his side to gather his strength and come back down to Earth.

When he finally turned to look at Yixing he was grabbing a couple towels and looking back at him expectantly, and so Jongin sat up, moving in slow motion without meaning to, and standing on legs that didn't seem all that stable as he followed him to the bathroom.

After the shower, they didn't bother getting dressed before heading back to Yixing's room. The only others home right now were snoring quietly in the next room, and in a much more compromising position, Jongin would be willing to bet. They dried off and while Yixing opened drawers and pulled out a pair of boxers and a clean t-shirt, Jongin simply got back into bed, stretching his limbs comfortably under the warm blanket. He'd get dressed later; there was no rush. The car wasn't coming to get them for a while, and he liked the feeling of being naked and cozy in someone's bed who admired his nakedness so nicely.

It was while he was lying there, watching Lay dress, focusing on the flex of the smooth muscles in his arms and back that he felt something stirring in his stomach, a strange combination that made him a little uneasy. He was turned on by him, and at the same time something about him reminded him of Taemin, and how much Taemin turned him on, and suddenly, irrationally, he felt a little guilty for even being in this bed. He sat up, taking a deep breath and swallowing before he spoke, slightly regretting it even as the words fell from his lips.

"I fucked Taemin," he confessed quietly, drawing the blankets closer to his chest out of childish habit, a need for reassurance. Yixing paused for a second, but didn't turn around. He looked down at the shirt in his hands, ducking his head through and shrugging into it.

"So," he said dully, and Jongin felt stupid for holding his breath. He didn't really care how Yixing felt about it, because it shouldn't make any difference to him what Jongin chose to do on his own time. "You see him a lot more than you see me these days," he finished, and Kai breathed, trying to decipher the meaning in his tone, but he couldn't.

"Yeah, I guess I do," he said carefully. He and Yixing were band mates, technically, but they seemed to be doing more promotions seperately than together lately, and with different dorms they rarely saw each other outside of work. Taemin, however, went out of his way to squeeze Jongin into his own busy schedule. He would come over or invite him out to eat, even if he only had an hour or two, and it was rare for a week to go by without them doing something together. It had been several weeks since he had spent so much time alone with Lay, since they'd been this intimate. Maybe that's why I jumped Taemin the other day. For a second he let himself slip back into those moments in his mind, and saw the way Taemin had been looking at him, and felt his mouth start to water as his cock twitched under the blanket. Partly why.

The older boy turned around, fastening the buckle on his belt. "We can still do this when you come see me, right?" He wasn't smiling, but there was no hardness in his eyes, and Jongin finally relaxed.

"Well, yeah," he said, grinning. What a stupid question. Why would we need to stop? We're friends, and we fuck. Same with Taemin. Not like it's any different, just because he's my best friend...

"Okay then," Yixing said, looking for the towel again, draping it over his hair and mussing it some more. Drying it, or maybe trying to avoid Jongin's searching gaze, or maybe he was just imagining that. Maybe he was just thinking too much.

He heard his phone vibrate after a minute and leaned off the side of the bed to retrieve it from his backpack. His heart fluttered when he saw the message indicator, and he groaned quietly when he opened it even though he already had a feeling who it was from.

Hey. You called? I had a thing. Home now.

Jongin closed his eyes with a sigh. He pushed away the bitterness and typed his response. I'm out right now. Call you when I'm home. Maybe we can chill later?

Yixing didn't seem to be paying attention to him, tidying up around the room, but Jongin tucked the phone under a fold of the blanket anyway while he waited for Taemin to write him back. It only took a minute.

Sounds good. ^^

Jongin stashed the phone away, then leaned back against the pillows again, unable to stop the giddy smile tickling his lips. I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow. Somehow that didn't bother him at all.

He texted Taemin the moment they got in the car. On the way home, be there in 5. He started kicking himself for it right away. Talk about sounding desperate. Or maybe not. Maybe Taemin would appreciate a heads-up. Maybe he'd been looking forward to seeing Jongin just as much. Stop worrying. You're being neurotic.

By the time they approached the dorm, he'd managed to calm himself, and was watching the city roll by with a serene expression. When the car stopped, though, he felt the nerves in his stomach again, and silently cursed whatever silliness had taken him over today.

Once inside, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag, hurrying to change into fresh clothes, barely registering Sehun's sleepy farewells as he retreated to his room. He smoothed his hair and ran to the bathroom, brushing his teeth as fast as he could, but the buzzer came even sooner than he expected, and Taemin was left waiting outside for a minute while he rinsed his mouth.

Jongin rushed to press the button to let him into the building. The knock came a minute later, and when he opened the door and saw him standing there, he sighed with relief, wrapping his arms around him tightly. Taemin returned the hug after a split-second of surprise. When Jongin pulled back, he felt his cheeks tinting a little until he saw Taemin's smile, which told him there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Hey," he said warmly, following Jongin into the living room, shutting and locking the door behind him. "How you been?"

"Okay," Jongin answered vaguely, sitting on the couch, but then he realized he should clarify so Taemin wouldn't worry. "Pretty good," he said as the older boy sat beside him. "Busy." His answers almost made him roll his eyes at how lame he was being, so he went on. "Too busy to think about how horny I am."

Taemin's eyebrows raised just slightly for a moment, just enough to say, Oh, so this is how things are gonna go. It was clear he'd been trying to keep it casual, in case Jongin wasn't feeling like discussing or doing anything else about that elephant in the room called their now mutually-acknowledged sexual tension. But upon the younger boy's words, he could see the shadow of a knowing smile playing at the edges of Taemin's lips.

"Yeah, I'm familiar with the feeling," he said in a low voice. Jongin saw him glance briefly in the direction of his room, and he knew what he was thinking.

"Right, we can't go in there this time," he conceded with a sigh. His roommates were already in bed, and Jongin wasn't willing to make bets on how deeply they could sleep, or how quiet he could be. "But it's late, nobody will be out of bed at this hour. If we just turn the lights off..."

Taemin caught on. "What, here?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"Mmhmm," Jongin murmured, a mischievous smile creeping across his face. "I just have to go get my lube."

Taemin was clearly amazed by the mere concept, nervous because they might get caught, but most importantly, Jongin could see that he was massively turned on by it, just like he was. He didn't even have to say anything for Jongin to know the answer. He grinned at him as he stood and moved to turn the lights out, one by one. "Be right back, hyung," he whispered, and went to his door, opening it quietly.

No one stirred at his arrival, and he knew by now how to find the bottle by touch alone. He returned with it in no time, shutting the door silently and coming to sit beside Taemin again.

It wasn't completely dark in the living room, thanks to the omnipresent street lights filtering through the curtains. They could still sort of see each other, but it was dark enough that they might lie low, unnoticed, if someone should suddenly appear, stumbling to the bathroom and back. They both knew there was no real danger in being discovered, and that the worst that might happen is someone would get slightly annoyed at being confronted with the sight while very tired and unprepared for such things. Still, there was a definite crackle of electricity in the air at the illusion of that danger. It just felt so naughty - screwing in plain view of anyone who happened through the living room, just like Jongin had suggested the other day. He smiled. Didn't think it would actually happen...