Minho stood and looked at the hallway just as Onew walked into the living room.
"Wha-what happened, hyung?" Minho asked unsure if Onew would answer him.
Onew's head hung down, his hair hiding his face, his tears. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of the sweater he wore. He looked at Minho. "He's been cheating on me." He laughed, trying to not let the tears return again. "That's why he's been acting so weird lately."
Minho's eyes widened in shock. "Wha-what!"
Onew nodded. "He cheated."
Minho shook his head. That was the last straw to him. He looked over Onew's shoulder, at the dark hallway.
"What are you thinking about?" Onew asked watching the expression on Minho's face change.
Minho didn't answer. He brushed pass the older man and went straight to Key's room.
"Minho, wait! Don't!" Onew yelled, following him.
The dark-haired boy ignored him and threw open the bedroom door.
Key standing by the door, waiting for Onew to return, yelled, covering his crotch with his hands. "What the hell!"
Minho went over to his bed and threw a blanket at him. "Hide your shame."
It hit Key in the chest and fell to the floor. He looked at it for the moment, in shock. He picked it up and wrapped it around his waist. "What do you want, Minho?"
"Why did you do it?" Minho practically yelled.
Key scowled. "Our relationship is none of your business. So butt out."
Minho narrowed his eyes at him. "'Our'? Who is that? You and Onew? Or you and Jjong?"
"Shut up."
"No, I won't. Because your 'relationship' is my business. You hurt my best friend." He paused. "Why did you do it?" he repeated.
Key looked straight into Minho's eyes. "It's none of your fucking business."
Onew watched in horror as the two men he loved, one as a brother and the other as a lover, argued.
Minho stood right in front of Key. "The hell it is. Quit being such an ignorant a-hole and just tell us why."
Key took a step forward, his chest practically touching Minho's. "Don't you raise your voice at me." He hissed. "You have no right to stick your nose into my shit."
Minho scoffed. "I can do whatever the hell I want." He yelled into Key's face. "Why. Did. You. Cheat. On. Onew?" He said each word carefully as if it might hurt himself and no one else.
"FUCK. YOU." Key growled.
Onew's eyes widened in shock. "Kibum." He had never heard the boy use such harsh words.
Key looked at Onew. "Butt out, Jinki."
"Don't talk to your hyung that way!" Minho pushed Key.
"I can talk to my boyfriend however the fuck I want to." Key pushed Minho back.
"Onew is not your boyfriend." He gave Key one final shove.
Key's foot stepped onto the blanket that dragged onto the floor behind him. He felt his feet slip from under him. He quickly grabbed onto Minho, the two boys falling to the carpet.
Onew gasped, frozen to the spot as they fought. Minho was on top of Key, trying to punch and hurt the older boy.
"Oh, what do I do? What do I do?" Onew mumbled to himself.
Key was on his back, covering his face with his arms, trying to protect himself from Minho's blows.
Somehow Key managed to cover his face with one arm and with his free hand, he smacked Minho across his face. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed around the room.
Silence.
Minho's hand slowly touched his stinging cheek. He stood up and looked down at Key. "You're pathetic." He spat.
Onew looked at Minho then at Key, no words able to come out of his open mouth.
Key sat up, bruises starting to appear on his chest and shoulders. "Get out of my room. NOW." He said, angrily and out of breath.
"Whatever." Minho mumbled, leaving the room.
Even though he knew he shouldn't, Onew felt sorry for Key. "Kibum, are you okay?" he asked, his hands wringing in front of his chest.
Key looked up at him. "Get out." He repeated, his eyes swelling with tears.
"Kibum…" Onew said, his eyebrows knitting together in concern.
"GET OUT!" Key screamed this time, his tears rushing down his face. "GET OUT!"
Onew nodded. He turned around and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
~x~x~x~x~x~
Minho was back on the couch, rubbing his bruised knuckles. "You can't take pity on him, hyung." He mumbled as Onew walked in.
Onew collapsed face down onto the other couch. "I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. Even though he hurt me, I still love him." He mumbled.
Minho sighed. "I don't want to see you hurt by some worthless tramp, Onew." He looked at the older man. "I'll tell him that he has a week to find somewhere else to stay."
"Is that really necessary?" Onew asked, his cheek squished against the cushion as he turned his head to look at Minho.
Minho scoffed. "Yeah, it is. Why would you want to see him everyday…when he comes home after seeing that guy?"
Onew turned his head back the other way. "I don't know. I don't think I can handle it either way."
Onew blamed himself. Maybe Key began to take him for granted after their relationship became so sexual. Only a month ago they barely had any intercourse. And after The Fight, they began having sex on a daily basis.
Onew suddenly felt disgusted. Sex was supposed to be something intimate only between him and Key. It disgusted him that someone else had stuck their privates where his had first been. He wondered how many times had Key had sex with that other guy and then come home to him or vice versa.
Minho stared at Onew. He felt bad for his clumsy hyung. He felt bad that he had longed to have a relationship that was like Onew and Key's.
He stood up and looked at Onew. "I'll be back. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."
Onew raised up his arm and waved Minho off. "Don't worry. I won't."
Minho nodded and went to the foyer where he pulled his shoes on.
~x~x~x~x~x~
Minho left the apartment and started down the hall towards the elevator. He pushed the grey up button. Taemin fortunately lived on the floor above him. Taemin was a high school senior living with his parents who happened to be out of town at the moment. Minho rocked back and worth on his heels as he waited for the elevator doors to open.
~x~x~x~x~x~
The doors dinged open and he stepped inside just as a shorter man with dark spiked hair stepped out. Minho stared at the man who turned and walked the way that he had just came from. Jjong.
But he could be wrong. There were plenty of other people who lived in the complex that he had never seen.
~x~x~x~x~x~
The elevator stopped on the floor above and Minho stepped out. Taemin's apartment was right down the hall. He sprinted down the hall, just wanting to see the boy.
"Hello there." Taemin said when he answered the door. He was wearing red sweatpants that hung loosely on his fair hips and a black hoodie left open to reveal his chest and abdomen.
Taemin smiled and Minho smiled back. "Hey there."
Taemin held Minho's hand and pulled him inside, slamming the door close. The boy hugged him. "You seem bothered by something. What's wrong?" he looked closely at Minho's face, noticing the bruise that finally appeared on his cheek.
"Hyung, who did this to you!" Taemin exclaimed.
"Key and I got into a fight." Minho sighed, walking over to the recliner. He sat down, sluggishly.
Taemin gasped. "What! Why?"
Minho shrugged. "He just made me so mad. He cheated on Onew."
Taemin shook his head and went into the kitchen, straight to the fridge. He opened it and pulled out an ice pack. He went back into the living room. "Here." He sat on Minho's lap and gently pressed the freezing cold ice pack against the older boy's check.
Minho flinched slightly. "I don't know why what he did made me so mad."
Taemin smiled. "It's because you care about your friends. You're a sweet and wonderful person, Minho."
The other smiled and chuckled lightly. "Don't exaggerate now."
Taemin leaned in close to the older boy, their foreheads touching. "I don't lie."
Minho's hand went to Taemin's wrist that held the ice pack. He slowly pulled his hand away.
They stared into each others eyes.
"I love you." Taemin whispered, his eyes searching for any hidden motives in Minho's.
"I love you, too." Minho echoed, his voice low and husky, full of lust. His heart was beating fast in his chest, his body growing as the boy's soft ass pressed into his lap.
Taemin angled his head and kissed the athletic boy on his full lips. "Let's go to my room."
Minho nodded and picked up Taemin bridal style, the ice pack forgotten as it fell to the floor.
~x~x~x~x~x~
In Taemin's room, the boys undressed each other, their movements fluid and quick.
Minho sat back on the bed, his arm covering his closed eyes as Taemin climbed onto the bed, straddling Minho's stomach with his legs. Minho moaned, the soft ass pressed against him once again.
Taemin's long fingers wrapped around Minho's inflated cock, the muscle squirming in his hand. The dark haired-boy began groaning. It had been too long since someone else besides himself had touched it.
Minho never asked for much. Whatever Taemin did, he didn't question or stop the boy. He would just take a mental note of how he would pay him back. A romantic dinner, a date at an amusement park, the cinema, a gift, or even the same gesture in return.
Minho groaned as Taemin's hands worked his length. The boy's hands were expert at finding the right speed and roughness that Minho needed. Taemin's body relaxed and his ass pressed harder into Minho's abdomen. Minho could feel Taemin's soft balls rubbing on his stomach as the younger boy moved his body in a stimulating way.
Minho moved his arm, peeking at the boy. He watched as Taemin leaned forward, his head dipping down into his crotch, taking the organ into his mouth. A sound escaped from his lips that could be mistaken for a growl.
Taemin's tongue moved and swirled around it, not letting the organ shrink. His fingers were at the base, pressing into the soft skin.
Minho groaned and gasped, an electricity running through his body. His hips slowly began moving, letting his whole dick enter Taemin's mouth. The boy coughed, the head hitting the back of his throat. He pulled back and looked at Minho. The older boy shuddered, his cock moistened in saliva.
"Hyu…hyung." Taemin gasped, sitting beside the other.
"Yes, Taemin?" Minho asked, his cock still raised in anticipation.
"Do you…do you think…we're ready?" Taemin whispered, his eyes big and full of innocence that should have been lost long ago.
Minho slowly sat up, his crotch aching for more attention. "What…Are you saying that you're ready?"
This time he would question the boy and his actions. He knew that sex would be painful for both of them. He wasn't sure he wanted to take that risk and hurt the boy in such a way.
But, were they ready? They've been together for almost three years now. Were they ready to take that next big step in their relationship?
He wanted to wait, but this moment. This moment was just right.
Taemin's body glistened with sweat, his long chestnut hair covering his face. Minho leaned forward and tucked the hair behind Taemin's ear. "I'm ready if you are." He kissed him softly on the lips.
Taemin held Minho's face, pulling him as he laid back. Minho wrapped his arms around Taemin's hips, his other hand cupping the boy's ass as he pulled his body closer to his. Their cocks pressed against the other's, Taemin's now equally as hard as Minho's.
Taemin's arms wrapped around Minho's neck, the older boy's fingers snaking down to the boy's crack, to his entrance.
"Wait…wait." Taemin gasped. "Wet...Your fingers need…to be wet."
"Oh, right." Miho mumbled. He brought his hand to Taemin's mouth, his index finger and thumb lining the boy's lips. Taemin slowly parted them, looking into Minho's eyes the whole time. His small pink tongue gingerly touched the fingers, swirling and moving around them just as it had done with Minho's cock. Minho slipped his hand back to Taemin's ass. The younger boy held his breath as Minho's fingers slid into him.
Minho bit his lip, slowly moving his fingers, scissoring them, the tight skin expanding for him.
Taemin groaned, a queasy yet thrilling feeling went through his body. He relaxed his muscles, Minho's fingers sinking deeper into him.
A concentrative look covered Minho's face. He wasn't sure of how deep he should go. He looked at Taemin and his bliss-filled face. He began moving his fingers; the boy's back arching in ecstasy.
Minho was remembering all those times Key had mentioned the candid moments that he had shared with Onew. The way he felt, tasted, what he did and how he did it.
Minho held back a moan as he moved his body lower on the bed, until he was sitting up again. He slowly removed his fingers.
Taemin groaned, a hollow feeling left in the pit of his stomach. He slowly turned and laid onto it, knowing what was coming next.
Minho moved behind Taemin, on his knees, his legs slightly open. He held onto Taemin's hips, pulling the boy's ass up. He leaned forward and kissed the fair, soft skin of Taemin's back. "I love you." He whispered again. Taemin nodded as the older boy thrust forward, entering him.
A mix of a gasp and groan escaped Taemin's lips. He bent his arms, holding his body up as Minho drove his cock further into him.
The tightness of Taemin's ass squeezed Minho's cock. The taller boy groaned, moving his hips forward as he slowly and teasingly fucked Taemin.
It was both their first times. And even with all the pain and discomfort, it was special. It was what they both had expected it to be—awkward and uncomfortable. But neither of them minded. They were happy. In love. It was what they both had been waiting for.
"Min...Minho." Taemin gasped. "Ahhhh…Please, faster. Oh, God…" He leaned his head down onto the mattress, his hands balled up into fists.
Minho nodded even though the boy could not see him. His grip tightened on him, but not too tight. He did not want to hurt him. His movements became faster, the boy's body tighter, stiffer.
Taemin was silently crying, his face hidden by his hair. Minho bit his lip. He was on the edge of coming. His hand went to Taemin's abandoned dick and his fingers gently touched the head, another moan coming from Taemin in return. He pinched and massaged it, knowing that the boy was crying.
He couldn't stop. He wanted to. He really did. He wanted to console Taemin and stop the pain that he was causing him. But he was so close. All he needed was just…one…more…push.
He yelled out, a spurt shooting into the boy.
Minho was exhausted, but his hand kept working Taemin's cock. His own member soft again. He was breathing hard, his sweat covered body slipping on the boy's.
Taemin was gasping, his head still down, his arms covering it as if he was in an earthquake thrill. Drop and cover.
"Min…Min…Min…Minho." He muttered. "Plea…please." He gasped. His whole body shook. He began hiccupping. He shivered and came, cum covering his abdomen. He felt his face turn red.
Minho stopped and looked at him. He laughed. "Okay then."
"Oh my…Oh my God." Taemin said, lowering his body onto the bed. He turned onto his back, covering his face with his hands. "I'm so sorry." He hiccupped again.
Minho laid down beside him. They looked at each other.
Another hiccup. "Oh, this is so embarrassing."
Minho smiled. "No, it's not. It's cute." He moved Taemin's hair out of his face. "It makes me love you even more."
Taemin smiled back and began to laugh, more hiccups coming out. His tears of pain became those of happiness. Minho laughed too.
They laid there, holding hands and laughing together. The room filled with the sound of their laughter and love.