paripassi

Title: Kitchen Duty
Rating: NC-17 Author: Pari Passi
Length: One-shot, 1,383 words
Pairing: Jongho
Summary: It’s Minho’s turn for dish duty (again) and somehow Jonghyun ends up picking up the slack but isn’t happy about it. Minho is very very good at making him forget how angry he is though. ;)
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Another one for Hyugie oyasumihachi, who has a brilliant mind and feeds me the most amazing plot ideas. Like this one! :) Basically we are each other’s fic-bitches.

And hey! I think I'm starting to get this smut stuff down!

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Jonghyun is angry, no not angry, fuming. He is elbow deep in dirty dish water and it’s not even his night to take care of the dishes. Of course it just happens to be jajangmyun night and there is black sauce everywhere.

Fucking Minho, it’s his night but at the end of supper he gets up, puts his dishes by the sink saying he’ll be right back and the next thing Jonghyun knows he’s the last one in the kitchen after everyone has made some sort of excuse to leave the dorm completely and Kibum is saying something about how he cooked so there’s no way in hell he’s washing up on top of it plus he has some sort of date.

“We’re not even allowed to date!” Jonghyun is screaming over his shoulder when Kibum slams the door. “Fuck all of you!” He throws a dish into the sink and ends up splashing his whole front with water which only adds to his frustration.

Jonghyun curses his problem with messes and wishes he could just leave the piles stacked high but listening to Kibum bitch about it in the morning isn’t worth it, even if it should be Minho who gets his ass chewed out. Jonghyun knows from experience that won’t be the case

With the dorm quiet Jonghyun lets out a sigh and resolves himself to scrub at black sauce that is already starting to dry to the bowls stacked high next to him, he pulls at his gloves and makes quick work of what he has left. That’s when Minho decides to make an appearance.

“Oh hey Hyung, you’re not done yet?” Minho or course has decided to turn up again conveniently when Jonghyun only has one bowl and a pan left to finish.

“Don’t you ‘Hey Hyung’ me.” Jonghyun throws his nose in the air, an indigent look on his face as his upper lip curls and he moves to give Minho the cold shoulder. “It’s your night to do dishes again and for some reason I’m the one with pruny fingers over here.” He really wants to chuck the sponge in his hand at Minho, he really, really does.

“And you’re such a good boyfriend that you don’t mind doing them for me.” Jonghyun doesn’t like Minho’s tone at all. “How did I get so lucky?” Minho abandons his quest to locate a packet of hot chocolate in the pantry and slides behind Jonghyun, wrapping long arms around his middle and nuzzling his nose into the crook of the singer’s neck.

“I’m not falling for it Minho.” Jonghyun jerks and rolls his shoulder in a feeble attempt to rid himself of a parasitic Choi Minho.

“I mean it Hyung.” Minho coos against his ear, nipping softly at a pierced lobe.

“So do I Minho, suck my dick. Off!” Jonghyun voice clips and he bites down on his lip after to suppress the moan that naturally wants to slip past when Minho bites down on the sensitive part of his ear and then starts pressing kisses to his neck with those stupid frog lips. He wants to be mad so badly, but Minho has his ways of making it damn near impossible.

“Will that make you feel better?” Minho synchs his arms tighter around Jonghyun’s middle, pressing his body into the curve of Jonghyun’s back.

Jonghyun doesn’t even get a chance to answer. Minho is already dropping to his knees and wedging himself between the kitchen cabinets and Jonghyun’s body.

“Minho…” Jonghyun’s chin drops to his chest and he stares down at the younger boy who’s already smiling that stupid knowing smirk up at him. Minho has his number and Jonghyun gets why exactly he’s done Minho’s dish duty the past three times. Choi Minho is a fucking manipulative weasel…but he’s Jonghyun’s fucking manipulative weasel and this is a pretty good deal, so he guesses he’ll let him get away with it one more time.

“Finish the dishes, that’s the deal, right?” Minho looks up at him through his lashes and a million and one dirty thoughts run through Jonghyun’s head and fuck dishes, he just wants to fuck Minho’s perfect mouth so he just dumbly nods and goes back to scrubbing, socked feet sliding his legs apart a little to accommodate the downstairs company.

It starts with a warm hand against his sweats palming his half hard dick and leads to Minho mouthing at him through the thin material then nosing at him as he curls fingers in the waist of sweat pants to pull them down around Jonghyun’s solid thighs. His cock springs up and down, hitting Minho in the face in the process because he’s crammed against the kitchen cabinets. Jonghyun smirks a little because he sort of thinks Minho deserved that.

Without a word hands curl around his backside, large palms cupping his ass as Minho leans up to lick up the bottom side of Jonghyun’s dick with the flat of his tongue. Jonghyun lets out a loud appreciative groan and lurches forward catching himself with his elbows on the edge of the sink, dirty dish in one hand, wet sponge in the other. Minho buries his nose in soft dark curls at the base of his dick, breathing his musk in with an approving moan and then takes the head of Jonghyun’s cock into his mouth, tongue flicking at an already weepy slit.

Minho loves Jonghyun’s cock, he’s a whore for it, a loud messy bitch with a mouth that can do things Jonghyun didn’t even know was possible. Like right now, his lips curl around the stiff ridge of Jonghyun’s hard-on as his cheeks hollow out to apply just the right amount of suction that has Jonghyun seeing stars. He uses his teeth lightly because he knows Jonghyun likes the feel of it and then he takes him fully in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down the ridged length humming around it. Minho’s fingers squeeze into Jonghyun’s backside, drawing him forward as he swallows him into the back of his throat.

Jonghyun is glad that everyone abandoned the dorm, because the sounds Minho’s making would be embarrassing if anyone was in earshot (even if there is a little bit of voyeurism buried deep in Jonghyun. He’s in the middle of a shared kitchen with his ass and his dick out for crying out loud).

What Minho does next has Jonghyun squeezing just about every drip of dish water out of the sponge in his hand and like hell he’s in any condition to hold glassware under the running faucet in front of him. Instead he holds onto the sponge with rubber gloved hands like there’s no tomorrow and rocks forward into Minho’s more than willing mouth.

He doesn’t even give Minho the usual warning that he’s coming because he’s still sort of mad at him and the sound of Minho choking on his come sort of undoes him to the point that he thinks he could probably shoot off another load. He looks down the length of his body and feels warmth spread in his lower belly, Minho’s grinning up at him like a Cheshire cat, tongue slinking out of a velvety mouth slower than it should to lick at the corners of his mouth.

“Finish up your dishes while I clean up down here, Hyung.” There’s power in Minho’s voice, like he’s the one in control even though it’s Jonghyun who’s had his dick in him. Jonghyun can only dumbly nod and follow direction biting down into his bottom lip and sucking in air when he feels Minho begin his comprehensive cleaning job.

“I expect things to be spotless, Minho-ah.” Jonghyun breaths, finding his voice.

“I’m always thorough, Hyung.” Minho gives him another long lick and Jonghyun is pretty sure things are going to get very messy again.

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