key club dance

Torque

Pairing: Taekey
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 8300+ 
Content warnings: Breathplay, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol.
Synopsis: Key is the hot DJ playing at the local club and Taemin is the fan who wants to get in his pants. Smut with a bit of plot, and perhaps a dash of angst. 

Taemin didn’t hear Jonghyun when he entered the room behind him, didn’t notice the older student until he leaned over Taemin’s desk and snapped his fingers in front of the junior’s eyes to get his attention.

“Jesus!” Taemin snapped, his reflexes shooting his rolling chair back, narrowly missing Jonghyun’s toes as he ripped off his headphones. “Warn a guy!”

“How am I supposed to warn you when you won’t answer your phone and you’re playing–” Jonghyun grabbed one side of the headphones and bent down to listen for a second “–Lady Gaga at approximately one million decibels?”

Taemin sighed. “What is it?”

“What is what?”

“What do you want, Jonghyun?” Taemin had no time for this. He just wanted Jonghyun to get to the point.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’m gonna go to Velocity tonight and I want you to come with.” Jonghyun picked up a translucent lime green pen from Taemin’s desk and rolled it between his fingers. Taemin slapped it out of his hand and rolled his chair back to his desk. “I don’t have time,” he said, and put his headphones back on.

Jonghyun pulled the headphone jack out of his laptop. Donatella blared into the dorm room, and Taemin frantically muted the song.

“What the fuck?” he said, turning in his chair to face the senior.

“Why don’t you have time?” Jonghyun folded his arms across his chest.

“Because I have this physics exam!” Taemin gestured at the open textbook on his desk, all the pages dogeared from his constant stimming with the corners as he studied.

“Dude, it’s in like three days,” Jonghyun shrugged.

“Hence the studying!” Taemin jabbed at the textbook with one emphatic forefinger.

“No, hence you have plenty of time and hence you need to come to the club with me and dance your stress away.” Jonghyun slammed the textbook shut, almost pinching Taemin’s finger as the younger student jerked it away.

“That sentence doesn’t even make grammatical sense,” Taemin grumbled. “And I’m not coming.”

“Whyyyyyyyyy,” Jonghyun whined.

“Because I’m too old to be club trash,” Taemin said.

“Please.” Jonghyun rolled his eyes. “You turned 21 like three months ago. If you’re too old, what am I?”

“Embarrassing?” Taemin ducked to avoid Jonghyun’s swat.

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Slow Dance

pairing: Tsukishima Kei / Yamaguchi Tadashi

prompt:  ♦ - slow dancing

request made by anon | kind of a prequel to Like Stars

It’s a relief to Yamaguchi that the wedding is finally over.

He may not have had a part to play, but Tsukishima did and that had made him nervous for some reason. He sits at one of the reception tables, looking out at the dancing couples, waiting for Tsukishima to return with some food.

“Here.” A small plate with a slice of strawberry shortcake is placed in front of Yamaguchi.

“Thank you Tsukki” Yamaguchi says, head turned up to watch Tsukishima take a seat next to him. Tsukishima hums in response, eyes scanning the room to find his brother - the groom.

With small measured bites, Yamaguchi begins to eat the cake, his eyes returning to the dancing duos. After a while of feeling Tsukishima’s stare on him, Yamaguchi turns his head to match Tsukishima’s look with his own innocent gaze.

“Do you want some Tsukki?”

“No.”

Yamaguchi is at a loss when Tsukishima gives his curt reply. He looks back down at his cake, Tsukishima still staring, and contemplates the meaning of Tsukishima’s stare and answer.

What could Tsukishima want?

An idea comes to mind and Yamaguchi immediately flushes atnit. His eyes travel to the dance floor, to his cake, to Tsukishima, and back to his cake again, fingers and feet already fidgeting.

Tsukishima raises an eyebrow - he knows Yamaguchi’s figured it out.

“T-tsukki? D-do you, w-would you l-like to dance?” Yamaguchi stutters out, unsure which answer he’s hoping for.

Tsukishima grabs hold of Yamaguchi’s arm without giving a reply and Yamaguchi dutifully follows as Tsukishima drags him onto the dance floor.

The small boy feels embarrassed and self-conscious right away. Tsukishima places his left hand on the small of Yamaguchi’s back and clasps Yamaguchi’s right hand in his own. As Yamaguchi places his left hand on Tsukishima’s shoulder, he can’t help himself from fidgeting some more, eyes looking nervously at the other couples.

“Tadashi” Tsukishima says, body moving slowly in time with the music, name grabbing Yamaguchi’s attention instantly. Brown eyes travel up and meet golden brown.

“Sorry Tsukki” he mutters, head turning down to look at their feet.

He hears Tsukishima sigh above him and bites his lip, desperate to be back at the table and off the dance floor. He can practically hear the whispers.

“Relax Yamaguchi” Tsukishima whispers quietly into Yamaguchi’s ear. His head snaps up, eyes widening when he sees just how close Tsukishima is. 

“I’m here with you” Tsukishima adds, lips meeting Yamaguchi’s for a second before he draws back and begins to sway, feet taking occasional steps. Yamaguchi, whose red face is hidden in Tsukishima’s shoulder, follows Tsukishima’s lead.

It’s a wedding reception for his best-friend’s brother, he’s going to let himself enjoy a slow dance with his boyfriend, whisperers be damned.