// Day 7. Formal.//

                Onew hadn’t been planning on doing anything, but when he first met Jonghyun, he couldn’t help himself.  They were told by their manager that it would be good if they got to know each other.  They were the first out of their new group, SHINee, to meet.

                Like any friendly leader would, Onew invited Jonghyun over to his house for dinner.  It was supposed to be comfortable and laid-back.

                But it wasn’t.  Sometime before Jonghyun was due to arrive, Onew started thinking about how this would be the beginning to their relationship, one that should last for years.  He couldn’t mess up his first opportunity to start a strong friendship.  That alone was enough to make Onew nervous.

                It got worse.  An hour before Jonghyun was over, his parents got a call.  His grandma had been sent to the hospital, and his parents had to go right away.  Onew’s mother insisted he stay at home.  She understood just how important this meeting was for him.  His father apologized for not being able to be there for him.  Onew said he could just reschedule, but they would have none of it.

                So Onew watched the clock.  Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, while his mind was racing with all the possible things that could go wrong.

                A knock on the front door, and Onew sprung up to answer it.  He greeted Jonghyun friendlily, quickly explaining that they would be alone tonight.  Jonghyun, thankfully, said it was no problem.

                Unfortunately Onew had forgotten that his mother hadn’t made dinner for them, and he had no idea how to cook.  Jonghyun laughed and suggested they walk to town and get something.

                Once they were bundled up and trudging through the snow, it became apparent that they had to come up with something to say to each other.  Onew had nothing.  He glanced at Jonghyun and smiled.  Jonghyun smiled back.  Onew hated that he couldn’t even think of something to say.

                Things got a little better once they sat down.  They discussed the menu and decided to share something.  Kind of sweet, Onew thought.  A bonding experience.

                They ended up talking about the other three members, Kibum, Minho, and Taemin.  Onew said he wasn’t sure about his ability to take care of the younger members.  Jonghyun said that he’d be there for him, supporting him all the way, so he had nothing to worry about.  Jonghyun’s winning smile made Onew believe it.

                They’d taken a long time to eat as they’d found a lot to talk about after the initial silence.  Outside, it was cold and dark.  A light snowfall had begun.  Onew said he’d understand if Jonghyun wanted to call a cab and go home now, but secretly he wanted Jonghyun to come home with him so they could talk more.

                Jonghyun said no, he wanted to walk back with Onew, if it was okay.

 

                Onew offered water, coffee, and taking a look in the fridge, casually offered one of his father’s beers even though he didn’t really drink himself.  To his surprise, Jonghyun accepted the beer.  Unable to make Jonghyun drink alone, he got one for himself.

                They ended up playing buzzed racing games on Onew’s console, and tipsy racing games after Onew got them another beer each.  When he sat down again, their legs were touching.  Onew stared at that spot for a moment, taking in the pleasant warmth, before handing Jonghyun his beer.

                Jonghyun was touchy, even in the middle of a race.  If he was ahead, he’d bump their shoulders so that Onew didn’t catch up, and if he was behind he’d smack Onew’s thigh.  If he was far behind he’d drop his controller and tickle Onew until he’d fallen far enough behind that Jonghyun had a chance.

                Onew couldn’t help trying to win as much as possible.  He even considered switching to another game that he was better at, but Jonghyun was having fun playing this one, and besides, he wasn’t sure if Jonghyun would have the same reaction if he was losing at a different game.

                “Do you have to leave soon?” asked Onew.

                “Why, do you want me to?” countered Jonghyun, giving him a sidelong glance.

                “No, not really.”

                “Good, cause I want to stay,” Jonghyun said emphatically.  So it was done.  He was staying.

                Another race went by.

                “Good,” Onew said.  “Because there is one last part that we haven’t completed yet.”  He hoped this sounded okay, because he was making it up as he went along.  “There is a… formal initiation that you have to go through before you can be a part of the band.  Once you pass—if you pass—you’ll get to help me with initiation the others.”

                “Huh.  So, what do I have to do?” Jonghyun slurred.

                “Whatever I say.  This is part of the rules, so don’t mess up.”  Onew had to add that just to make sure.  He gave Jonghyun a hard stare, but Jonghyun just grinned.

                Onew took a few of his ties from his closet, turning off the tv as he passed it.

                “Close your eyes,” ordered Onew, “I’m going to blindfold you.  Good, now take off your shirt, mm, and unbutton your pants.”  He tied Jonghyun’s wrists together and made him lay back.  He arranged his pillow so that Jonghyun would be comfortable.

                Onew pulled at Jonghyun’s knees so that he could kneel between his legs.  He rubbed his palms over Jonghyun’s shoulders and up his neck, then down his chest and stomach.  He grabbed at his hips, pressed, felt how the skin stretched and the muscles gave.  Jonghyun shivered but didn’t say anything.  His lips were open.

                Feeling bold, Onew whispered, “just a part of initiation,” before continuing.  He ran his hands over Jonghyun’s shoulders and chest again, then moved down to his legs, hands smoothing over the outside and inside of his thighs.

                Onew could see Jonghyun getting hard, and it struck him as odd that Jonghyun would be wearing such thin jeans in the snow.  Onew leaned over him and kissed his navel, then kissed the band of his boxers.  He was about to move lower, but he felt wrong, not even having kissed Jonghyun on the lips yet.

                So he held himself over Jonghyun.  Their lips met.  When he pulled away, Jonghyun spoke.

                “I don’t believe this is a part of an initiation ceremony.  I know you were bullshitting.”

                “Then are you going to stop me?  Do you like it?”

                “I don’t know,” said Jonghyun.  “I might start struggling later.”

                Onew kissed him again, pushing his tongue into his mouth this time to test Jonghyun’s boundaries.  The boy responded beneath him, pushing back.

                “You don’t have to pretend you don’t like it.  You can just go with it,” said Onew.

                “Okay.”

                Onew kissed him on the cheek, then went back to the boxers.  He rubbed his face onto the place when the zipper was open, felt Jonghyun twitch beneath him.  He blew a hot breath onto Jonghyun’s dick, then kissed it open mouthed through the fabric.

                When Onew tried pulling the jeans and boxers off Jonghyun lifted his hips to help.  Jonghyun was completely engorged.  It curved to the right.

                Onew repeated the same process he’d taken before, kissing Jonghyun on the lips before moving down.  He knew he was making the boy impatient.  He took Jonghyun’s dick in one hand and steadied himself on Jonghyun’s thigh with the other.  He gulped as much of his dick as he could and swallowed around it before coming back up.  His lips dragged unpleasantly; Jonghyun’s dick was too dry.

                Onew licked from base to tip a few times to make it wet.  Jonghyun tried to pull his blindfold off, but Onew tugged it back down.

                “That counts as struggling, you know.”

                “I told you I might.”

                That wasn’t allowed, so Onew tied Jonghyun’s hands to the headboard.  For good measure, he took one of his studded leather belts and wrapped it just above Jonghyun’s knees.  He continued giving head, felt gratified when Jonghyun jerked unwittingly against the restraints.

                His cum was just salty, not sweet at all.

                “Okay, untie me.”

                “I’m not done yet.”

                Onew raised Jonghyun’s knees to his chest so that his ass was exposed.  He put Jonghyun’s ankles over one of his shoulders so that he didn’t have to hold them, then spread his ass cheeks.  Jonghyun frowned.

                Onew sucked on his pointer finger.  He rubbed it back and forth over Jonghyun’s asshole, feeling the little pucker and the way Jonghyun clenched.  Onew held his breath and pushed in, finger dragging like his lips had, but he didn’t want to lick his finger again.

                “I don’t like this.”

                “It’s the last part.”

                Onew pumped a few more times and pulled his finger out.  He wiped it on the bedspread and took off the belt, then the wrist restraints.  Jonghyun lay still, and Onew lay beside him and watched his face closely as he took the blindfold off.

                Jonghyun rolled to his side to face Onew.

                “You want me to do you now?”

                Onew thought for a moment.  “No, it was just initiation.  Next time we can do the others together.”

                Jonghyun smiled.  His gaze flickered to Onew’s lips, then back up to his eyes before he got up and opened up Onew’s closet like it was his own.  He chose a shirt and climbed into Onew’s bed, pulling the covers over himself.  Onew just watched.

                Jonghyun grabbed the remote and the controller, started up the game again.

                “It’s a sleepover.  This should be a SHINee tradition.”

                Onew agreed.