Title: Not Just An Act
Genre: Twinky boysex, gay shit, half-naked key, slutmin, AU of sorts
Summary: "Next up, the Almighty Key, and our resident youngest, Taemin." The voice was loud, but not as loud as the applause and the beat that started soon after.
Cold air from the streets outside offered some quick relief from the hot, recycled oxygen in the cramped dressing room, and Taemin could feel his hair at the nape of his slender neck curling with sweat.
"The waist band is too fucking tight." Kibum growled to no one in particular, fingers sliding under the band of his jean shorts, pulling it away from his sharp hip bones. The fabric left indentions.
"Maybe the shorts are too small." Taemin quirked a grin at his reflection in the mirror, leaning over the counter to use a small, white sponge to reapply glitter to his sharp collar bones. Glitter was always so messy.
Overhead light and the small bulbs that framed the mirror made the light bounce around and against the glitter on his skin. He knew that the colored lights of the stage would make it look better.
"Or maybe you've gained weight." He quipped again, this time casting a glance over his shoulder, even though he could see Kibum sneer in the mirror.
Nose crinkled in said expression, "Your skirt makes you look like a hooker."
Taemin just responded with a roll of his perfectly outlined, almond-shaped eyes and a snort of, "Good thing I'm not."
"It's up too high." The older boy murmured, and he went to his knees to tug it down for him, the pink, sequined material stretching slightly as Kibum pulled on it.
"I was kidding." Taemin told him, wetting his lips and sucking them swollen. "About the weight thing."
"I wasn't kidding about the hooker thing." Kibum smirked then, and went back to flicking and spraying his shaved and asymmetrical hair into place, fixing it with his precise fingers.
Heavy knuckles sounded off against the door, and the stage manager poked his head into the room, expression going a little panicked when he saw that the next act wasn't ready at all.
"How are you two still getting dressed? You go on in two minutes." He snapped, muscles in his jaw popping as he gritted his teeth.
"All we have to do is—" Kibum started, eyes wide and top lip pulled back in a sort of expression to say we've been doing this longer than you've worked here, we know what we're doing, but was cut off.
"Just, get ready and get out there—"
Taemin interrupted this time, "When the music starts, right? That's when we go out?" He feigned innocence, and Kibum barely held back a snort.
"Just, get out there." The manager snapped again, slamming the door behind him, but the sound wouldn't even register above the throbbing bass on the stage.
Already across the small space, Kibum was pushing his arms into a small, rib-cage length denim vest to match the shorts that cut off on his upper thigh, when Taemin asked him to fix his hair.
"Just, can you tie it up for me? I never do it right." He handed back a small hair tie that would blend in with the coppery color of his hair. "Just the small section, you know?"
"Yeah, I know." Kibum laughed with his straight teeth and pink lips and high cheekbones, long fingers twisting the hair before he tied the section back, leaving the rest down to fall down his rounded shoulders.
"Can I stay at your place tonight, too?" He asked, this time a little quieter because it was a little embarrassing that he lived at home and he hated coming home every night late as sin, smelling like booze and makeup, dressed in drag and looking like he'd just been fucked every which possible.
As always, Kibum agreed, because he couldn't let Taemin go home like that.
After the younger tied the cloth straps of the backless white halter, they brought themselves out on the stage.
The lights were off, shrouding the stage in momentary darkness, and Taemin took his pose in stride. Head tipped back, angled up towards the rafters, eyes closed against the lights he knew were going to shine down any second. His back was arched, the line of his spine so defined, ass pushed out against the cool metal of the pole that he could feel through his skirt.
Taemin knew that Kibum was pressed against the same pole, but his posture differed. His hand was stuck mid-card through his hair that he spent so many minutes trying to perfect, back arched in just the same way, his free hand smoothing up his thigh, fingers digging into the soft skin so hard that he would leave marks.
"Next up, the Almighty Key, and our resident youngest, Taemin." The voice was loud, but not as loud as the applause and the beat that started soon after.
Colored lights flared and burst before Taemin's eyes and the music hit his ears at the same moment, and as the lights hit his body, he kept his eyes closed and rolled his body off the pole, just as he knew Kibum was doing at his back.
They had the routine down to a fucking art; all of their movements mirrored each other at the beginning, when the music was slow and downright sensual.
But once the beat sped up, Taemin dropped down and starting at his slender ankle, ran his nails—painted a loud pink—up his calf, and then his thigh and he slipped his fingers into the garter that was so snug against his skin and moved again, flush against the pole for a second time.
Barely hearing the sound from the crowd above the blood pounding in his ears, the younger turned his lithe body and gripped the pole tight, rolling back against it while Kibum met him there, hands smoothing down his sides and his hips swiveled with the beat.
Face to face and nose to nose now, they laced their fingers together and shared a knowing sort of smile and Taemin pressed his thigh up between Kibum's. His skirt was riding up and he could feel the denim against his bare skin and he gave a rough push into him, lips barely touching, breath mixing in the meager space.
Feeling Kibum's fingers at the base of his neck, untying the small knot he had made not even five minutes ago, the white, backless halter dropped to the floor, useless at their bare feet.
Taemin felt the air hit his skin, a light sheen of sweat already covering him and he could feel the beads slip down his shoulder blades.
It was almost as if he was tuning out the music completely and he paid attention to Kibum and the way his fingers curled in his long hair and pulled hard, yanking his head back to expose his neck, the lights bouncing off the glitter that stuck to his skin.
The performance was rather like watching foreplay, but to a bass heavy song that thudded in ribcages and helped hearts beat and pulses speed, because when Kibum’s pretty pink mouth connected with the skin of his pale neck and he sucked a dark bruise against his thumping pulse, it seemed intimate.
But that was what the crowd paid for. A series of sexually charged dance moves and small, intimate moments that hinted that something else could happen on that stage.
Especially when Taemin’s hips rolled into the beat again, into it, with it, against it.
And Taemin knew that when his fingers pushed off the denim vest Kibum was wearing and dropped it to the floor, the crowd was just getting eager for more.
His hands smoothed down Kibum’s long arms, and then up his white tank top, feeling his flat stomach and the cold metal of the piercing that looped through his naval, and he dropped down again.
It was quick and effortless and fluid like liquid as Taemin parted his lips and panted against his waistband and pressed his thumbs against the juncture of his thighs and Kibum’s groin.
The skin of his hips was warm with his breath when Kibum canted his hips against him, into his mouth that pressed against the zipper.
His fingers made quick work of unfastening the small button on the jean shorts, and Taemin pressed a wet mouthed kiss to the now exposed skin before sliding back up his body and locking his hands around the back of his neck.
More clothes needed to be shed, and as he swayed his hips and let his fingers play at the edge of his shorts, fingering the hem and pressing against Key’s inner thigh, the older kissed him.
It was a messy kiss, with too much teeth and lips and tongue for both of their liking, but their mouths clashed and opened and they panted at the sheer heat of it all, fingers clutching at each other's skin.
Taemin could feel the bass in his bones, and it thudded loud in his ears as Key pulled him away from his bow-lipped mouth, wet with spit. The yank of hair was rough, and his neck was exposed to the crowd again, glitter shining in the light.
The same glitter that would cling to Kibum's perfect, pink mouth after he pressed a kiss to a tendon and dragged his tongue down his skin, tasting of sweat.
Both of the boys could hear the audience's reaction, which was the fun part, they both thought.
Hearing the oohs and appreciative and almost shocked sounds as they soaked in the performance that was put on that pedestal, displayed for everyone to see and watch and lust after.
The act was displaying that Taemin loved to be treated rough, tightly gripped. Kibum turned him to face the crowd, back pressed against the cold metal of the pole again, and the dark haired boy dropped down with his hands in his own hair, tugging with white-knuckles.
His pert ass was facing the crowd, and he lifted one of Taemin's smooth, slender legs and ran the tip of his sharp nose up to his thigh, smiling up at him as his fingers pushed up his skirt, and perfect white teeth closed around the white garter that circled his thigh.
And as planned, as everything was, the music quieted and as Kibum dragged the garter down his leg and his fingers disappeared up his skirt, to only god knows where; Taemin parted his swollen lips and arched his back, and let out a loud moan, wanton and so fuckable.
Just what he wanted to be.
Torso twisted, Kibum faced the crowd but decided to crawl over to the edge of the stag, where he dropped the garter into a man's lap. His blunt teeth bit down on his bottom lip, because his hands were between his splayed thighs, and he grinned at the man.
"Like what you see?" Key purred, just loud enough to be heard over the music.
Back at the pole, Taemin rolled his hips again, fingers pushing into his coppery hair and then slid down his body, displaying himself with his hand like a feast ready to be eaten.
As the taller boy stood, Taemin came up behind him, and his fingers slid up under his white tank top, feeling his light-warmed skin and he lifted the shirt off of his body and tossed it to the same boy.
Fingers mapped out Key's body, and the older just grinded and gyrated his hips against Taemin's pelvis.
From Key's flat stomach, the younger's hands moved down and down and down until his fingertips were pushing into his shorts, and Key tipped his head back and the music stopped and he let out his own moan, eyebrows drawn upwards.
Turning the long haired boy to the audience now, Key dipped down behind him, and his fingers pulled at the pink skirt until it was down his thighs and down his calves and around his ankles.
Slipping his fingers into the thin band of his underwear, he revealed sharp hips and perfectly rounded thighs and the perfectly pale space below his own pierced naval. Taemin stepped out of the skirt on the floor and with one hand pushed up to keep his bangs from his face, he dropped down, thighs spread and he slid up from the floor and back down, again and again.
When he stopped, he was on his knees, head tipped back and he was so very nearly touching himself when Kibum bent at the waist and kissed his mouth, still sloppy and rough and the lights cut off.
They were in darkness and the beat and bass and throb of the song faded away, and sweat wet their bodies.
Their kiss ended right when the applause started, and in the dark, Kibum helped Taemin to his feet and they gathered the clothes they were strewn about the stage, and exited.
"Give it up for the Almighty Key, and our baby Taemin!" The loud voice over the speakers boomed, just as they were getting back to the dressing room.
A/N: HEY okay, just wanna put this out there. I don' t really ship taekey in anyway romantically? I just. Don't. But yeah. Watch out for mikssi new fic, too. It's a follow-up to this one, but it's heavy jongtae. c: For reasons. She'll post that tomorrow.