[text: darling] i dont know why you use mine anyway its the wrong shade
[text] just come home soon please
[Text: Renny] ok just cuz u pasty
[Text] Okay honey i'm almost home
They go like this, periods of being okay are often over looked, and as much as he's trying to joke right now he can tell somethings wrong. They are both the best and the worst thing for each other, because Ren looks thinner every day, and Key can no longer hide the dark circles beneath his eyes, and he thought using Rens make up instead of his drug store bought brands would help, but it hadn't, years of being tired was hard to undo.
It takes him a while to find his key, mostly because his pants are so tight, but when he does he shoves it in the lock with a haste only his room mate can cause, because no one is more important than Choi Minki. "Hey." He announces, caution obvious in his voice.
Our very first Halloween event comes to a close. There quite a few interesting costumes (quite a few provocative ones as well, if I must say so myself). However, the results of our competition have been processed, and the winners of the best costume of the night are:
Drumroll please,
CHOI MINKI, KIM KIBUM, AND KIM MYUNGSOO as different versions of Lady Gaga.
my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
"Key?"
It’s a good guess, and it’s spot on, and Key feels slightly guilty at the way Ren’s voice wavers when cold fingers squeeze fabric over the bridge of his nose, covering his eyes and leaving him blind. How could he tell? Was he so used to the platonic touch of his fingertips at night that he recognized them in a heart beat? Or could he smell the alcohol on his breath and not put it past him to be doing something like this at two in the morning when he unceremoniously clambered onto their shared bed and covered the younger boys eyes before he could open them.
"No." His voice purposely comes out deeper, trying to mask that it’s him even though Ren can tell by the way the bed dips that it’s key. Blind folding him was necessary, if Ren was staring at him right now he’d be too freaked out, but all he can see is the way his pink lips part and his throat contracts as he swallows, uncertain, and he leans down to kiss him. He kisses him all the time, because no one is more important to him than Ren is.
His logic is fucked, with his veins full of vodka, and his lungs full of smoke, the double assault alters his thought path, and maybe, just maybe if Ren can’t see, he won’t mention this in the morning. He mewls against his lip and Key actually blinks, eyebrows furrowed. “Shh-” He urges, because Ren is assaulting him with too many questions, they hurt his head. He smooths his hands across the sheets, peeling them away, fumbling in the dark, painted nails blunt, dragging over his skin, leaving marks that will fade within seconds.
"I love you Minki ah." His voice is almost sad, often when he’s drunk he thinks about going home, to Ren, but he doesn’t want to burden him with his problems so he drowns them with alcohol and drugs that he can’t afford instead. "I don’t know how else to show you-" He explains, and his voice hitches, devious intentions clear by the way he tugs the younger boys boxers clear down to his ankles.
Ren is still half asleep, and the noise that leaves his lips as Keys pretty fingers connect with his cock is nothing but a rasp of surprise. Oh. He understood, the lack of one sense heightened all the others, and his hips moved, albeit involuntary at first, circling in tiny motions to buck up into his room mates hand.
Key is gone, Ren can only see the darkness, the leather tight around his head and he wants to reach up and remove it, but his hands bump against something warm, fingertips fluttering trying to identify Kibum in the dark, and he’s confused about how much the loss of his fingers wrapped around his length bothers him. Quivering thighs settle on either side of his waist, cold, and undeniably Kibum, and he’s seeking his hand more than anything else, but Key has other intentions.
The fingers against his scalp sets his nerves on fire, tugging softly enough in his locks to gain his intention, head rolling blindly in his direction. “Key.” He croons, weaker than he was aiming for. “Kibum.” He corrects, and he’s rewarded with a soft touch to the side of his face, and he relishes in the familiarity because Key is home, Key can never fix him, but the fact that he tries is good enough.
Key’s hands drift, spanning out over the surface of his ribs, touching, holding him steady. He’s almost scared, Ren is tiny, breakable, he’s spent so long trying to piece him back together, that he doesn’t what to shatter him entirely. He lowers himself down onto him, sinks down onto his cock at an established pace, loses himself in the way the boys lips part over and over again, the way his tiny hands twist into their sheets as he cums.
It fixes nothing, but it doesn’t change anything either. Key curls into his back, skin flushed, pushing the blindfold out of his eyes until it rests on his choppy brown hair, and his hands resume their rightful position around his waist.
Turning twenty three was no mean feat, Key was still half asleep, drooling into his pillow. He'd had twenty two other birthdays to get excited, and he wasn't about to wake up early for this one. He'd been out late all last night, Jäger bombs were his limit because he was too poor for anything else. His phone rings and he reaches out blindly for it, pressing it into the pillow as he answers.
"What?" He mumbles, expecting it to be Ren.
"Yah Kim Kibum that's no way to talk to your grandma." He breaks out into a smile, stretching as his favourite person wishes him a happy birthday. His eyes squint painfully towards his room mates bed, looking for his second favourite person, and he even shoves his glasses on to check if he's there or not. His bed is empty, and Key is a little disappointed.
Ren left without even waking him up to wish him a happy birthday. He hangs up on his grandma and rolls back over.
[text:roomie] okay
[text] i think imm okay
[text] ii dont kno wheed i am still
He swallows as he sends the text, pursing his chapped lips. It’s freezing outside, and he rubs his arms to keep warm, leaning against the street lamp to stop himself from swaying too much.
[text: RenRoomie] How am i suppose d to know where you are if ou dont even know yourself? when i was dropped on my head do you think i gained some sort of sat nav abilities?
[text] I'm coming to get you anyway
[text] stay where u r honey
Key had absolutely no clue where Ren was or why he hadn't come home yet, but he was dragging himself out of bed, somehow making it down to his bike. There were hardly any cards on the road and Key steered with one hand slowly whilst looking for Ren, the other balancing his phone between his thighs. He praised being a bottom sometimes because his thigh muscles were just about the only useful thing he had going for him right now.
