Jonghyun/Taemin; >n<; PG
31-Day Summer Challenge: Day 5 - Too Hot to Sleep (aka thats totes a title fuk u)
That's what Jonghyun is thinking to himself as he scrolls through pictures and pictures of dogs on his laptop. Dogs being happy to see people, dogs being weird, puppies waddling around on their cute little legs--just all kind of dogs, because dogs are perfect. He’s laughing quietly to himself at a particularly cute gif of a group of golden lab puppies walking all over each other and copying the link to post it to twitter when he feels movement near his hip.
Looking down, he finds a sleeping Taemin nuzzling his thigh and smiles softly. He carefully turns his laptop away from Taemin’s face so the light won’t wake him up at--he checks the time on the display--three twenty-seven in the morning. He’s been up longer than he’d thought. Oh well. At least it was time well spent. He posts the gif of the puppies to twitter and smiles at it, watching it replay a few more times before returning to his search for more dogs.
A tired arm curls around his leg and he grins, enjoying Taemin’s clinginess in his sleep. Taemin’s fingers curl into his skin for a moment before he wiggles, making a disgruntled noise and letting go. He rolls over onto his other side and Jonghyun pouts a little bit, sad to see him turning away. It doesn’t last long, though, because after a moment, Taemin curls up into a little ball, groans unhappily, and rolls onto his back, flopping his limbs out over the bed. His arm spills over Jonghyun’s lap and he whines, wiggling it away and laying it over his head. Jonghyun tilts his head and gently runs his fingers through Taemin’s mussed hair, certain that he’s awake now.
“You okay, sweetie?” he asks softly, brushing Taemin’s bangs out of his face. Taemin whines in the back of his throat and scrunches up his face, shaking his head weakly.
“I feel gross,” he mumbles, cracking one eye open to peer blearily at Jonghyun in the dark. “Hot and gross and sweaty and--ugh.” Jonghyun smiles sympathetically and pets Taemin’s poor head. He hasn’t noticed the heat; he’s been perfectly positioned in the breeze of their ceiling fan all night. It’s been nice. Taemin frowns and weakly paps Jonghyun’s hand away from his head, then lurches himself into a sitting position. “Come shower with me,” he says.
“Now?” Jonghyun asks, raising an eyebrow even though he’s not sure Taemin can really see in the dim lighting of the room. “It’s like, three in the morning.” He doesn’t really have a problem with the idea; he just thinks it’s cute how Taemin wants to go to through the effort to get up and take a shower when he’s struggling to lift Jonghyun’s wrist and tug on it.
“Yeah, and I feel gross and sweaty,” Taemin says again, tugging weakly on Jonghyun’s finger now. “Come on,” he whines, and he poor boy looks and sounds so pathetic that Jonghyun can’t refuse him.
“Okay, I’ll shower with you,” he says, closing his laptop and putting it on the bedside table. He takes Taemin’s hands and hauls him to his feet, chuckling when Taemin stumbles clumsily into his chest before righting himself and linking their fingers, wobbling towards the bathroom like he’s not falling asleep on his feet. He tails after him and flicks the bathroom light on, smothering a laugh in his hand when Taemin flinches away from the brightness and whines. “Come on,” he says, tugging at Taemin’s shirt and moving to turn the water on.
He makes sure that it’s warm, but not hot (and he’ll probably turn it colder once they’re in so Taemin can get used to the temperature easily), then turns back to see flushed cheeks and sweaty skin emerging from a tangle of shirt. He gets himself undressed as well, gladly lifting his shirt over his head because now that he’s out of the breeze from the fan he’s starting to feel the heat of the night.
It’s not really much of a shower, when they finally get in; Taemin leans on the shower wall and smiles weakly at the coolness of the water as it cascades over his skin. Jonghyun fumbles for Taemin’s strawberry-scented bodywash and gently rubs the soap over Taemin’s front, his arms and his waist, tugging him closer to wash sweat off of his back. When he’s done with that, he reaches lower, never one to miss a chance to cop a feel of his favorite ass, and smirks when Taemin makes a little noise. He figures it’d be too much work to wash off Taemin’s legs so he gives Taemin a wet kiss and turns the water off then, helping him get out and sitting him down on the rim of the tub while he dries himself off.
He dries Taemin off next, again spending more probably more time making sure his ass is completely dry than he should, but it’s not like Taemin is complaining. Wrapping his love up nice and snug in the towel, he tugs him back into the bedroom, where he switches the fan up to medium speed and fishes through their dresser for new clothes. Taemin shuffles over to him and flops a tired hand in the shirt drawer to pull out the black tank top he always tries to get Jonghyun to wear, so Jonghyun snorts and obliges, pulling it over his head and finding a pair of black gym shorts to match.
“Do I get to pick your outfit, then?” he asks, and Taemin just smiles and leans more against the dresser, so Jonghyun takes that as a yes. He pulls out Taemin’s favorite pair of mint green boyshorts, the ones that make his ass look amazing, and one of his own big t-shirts because he loves how Taemin looks swamped in them. Taemin puts them on happily, pulling the collar of Jonghyun’s shirt up over his nose for a not-so-secretive sniff. That makes Jonghyun smile as he takes Taemin’s hands and leads him back to the bed to settle back down to sleep again.
“Do you still feel gross?” he asks, and the broad, sleepy smile on Taemin’s face is answer enough as he flips his pillow over to the cold side and lies down with a happy sigh. Jonghyun copies him, lying down on his side and letting Taemin hold his forearm like a pillow.
“Sleep with me,” Taemin mumbles into his fingers, pressing little kisses to his fingertips, eyes already closed. Jonghyun smiles softly and nods. He wasn’t even thinking about going back to his dog pictures tonight.
“Okay,” he agrees, kissing Taemin’s forehead just to see the way his face scrunches up in sleepy distaste. As Taemin wipes his kiss off onto the pillows, he finds himself relaxing into the coolness of the room, the comfort of Taemin being near, and the sleep he’d been skipping slowly creeping up on him. He closes his eyes and drifts off easily as Taemin nuzzles into his palm.
