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Oneshot // Mischievous Is My Middle Name // Onew x Taemin

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 08:27:07 GMT

Title: Mischievous Is My Middle Name
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Onew x Taemin
Length: 2,793 Words
Author's Note: Written for my friend seoulofdarkness <3 ilusm Chona

Of all possible text messages Jinki could have received from Taemin while taking a short break during practice, he had never expected "I'm so horny right now, Hyung! What do I do?" to be one of them, especially while Taemin was at school. He tried to quickly hide his rapidly flushing cheeks from Jonghyun sitting across the table from him as he tried even harder to NOT think of their youngest being "horny." He responded with a "Where are you?” trying to act as natural as he possibly could while typing it, though he knew full well where he was. It was just the first thing that came to mind. Shutting his phone he once again picked up the banana he'd been idly eating, only to find he wasn't really in the right mind to be eating that anymore. "Something wrong, Hyung?" Jonghyun spoke up as Jinki hesitantly placed the fruit back on the table.

"N-no, I'm just gonna go start practice again. I... I really need to get as much in as I can..." the older replied, all but glaring down at the banana as he stood from his seat, only to feel the pocket of his sweatpants vibrate once more.

"I'm in class right now! She won't let me out to go to the bathroom!" was Taemin's response now illuminated on Jinki's phone. With a sigh and a wave to Jonghyun, the leader took his leave from the room, pushing the reply button on his way out.

"It's your last class, right? Just hold on until you get out. Don't worry if you're a little late." Send. He was sure he could find someway to cover for him.

Little did Jinki know it was because of him that Taemin’s pants fit just a little too tight around his hips as he tried to cover the bulge in the front of his uniforms slacks. True, it was his last period, but wasn’t going to do anything about it. He would let Jinki take care of it when he got to the practice studio. A small smirk lifted the corners of his mouth, lowering his head towards the textbook in front of him.

Jinki's breath came heavy as he took a long drink of his water, leaning back against the wall of the studio, his legs burning from practicing the dance for Talk to You for the last hour. He was almost starting to get worried about Taemin, but before he could get too far deep into those thoughts, he noticed the magnae slowly, cautiously, opening the door. "Taemin-ah!" he exclaimed, a soft smile gracing his plush lips. "I was wondering if you-" but his words were cut short, his smile fading, as he noticed the way the younger boy slyly locked the door and turned around then slowly started to walk toward him. "T-Taemin?" Jinki stuttered, his grip tightening around the bottle in his hand. It was the way that the younger boy's lips turned into a mischievous smirk that made him glance over the magnae's body, then spotting the obvious erection tenting the boy's uniform. "Taemin, what are you doing?" he asked, though he wasn't stupid. It wasn't any secret around the dorm that he had a not-so-secret crush on the youngest member, and it was obvious Taemin was trying to take advantage of that.

Jinki couldn't move, though, his muscles seemingly frozen as he watched with wide eyes as Taemin reached out and rather than removing the bottle from his hand, he simply knocked his hand with the back of his own, the water spilling out of the bottle as it toppled the ground. Soon, Taemin's face was next to his, his body pressing the elder's against the wall as his slender fingers ran through Jinki's sweat drenched hair. "I want you to help me, Hyung. You know it's only proper that you help fix something that you helped create." His voice was low, slightly raspy, and not Taemin-like at all as his hot breath hit Jinki's cheek, sending a slight shiver down the leader’s spine. His breath was still coming in ragged from exercising, but as the magnae spoke, us breath caught in his throat.

"Taemin, I can't-" he managed out, but his resistance only served to make Taemin smirk further, his hips moving against Jinki's, his arousal pressing into the flesh of the older boy's abdomen.
"Then you don't have to," came the younger's breathy response as he shifted to catch Jinki's lips in his own. The older was a bit confused by the other's words at first, but as he felt Taemin's long, thin fingers pushing up the bottom of his shirt, he could feel his face and skin heating as he realized what exactly Taemin had meant. And as the magnae's hand pressed against his stomach, his mouth sliding hungrily over his jaw then down his neck, Jinki's conscience was the only thing left telling him no, telling him it was wrong. And even then that small voice was weak and very soft, his nerves taking control of his body. His stomach muscles tightened under the touch that he'd longed for for more than a year now.

"I think it's a little hot to be wearing this, don't you think?" Taemin whispered hotly against Jinki's skin. His lips brushing against the patch of skin near his collarbone he'd been sucking on, his teeth not-so-gently grazing his flesh. Pulling away, Taemin slid his hands up Jinki's chest, pushing the baggy sweatshirt up and over his head. It wasn't any sooner than the fabric hit the wood floor that Taemin's lips were connected to his chest, roaming over it as his hands moved down to grip his hips.

"Taemin, please, don't do this..." Jinki pleaded softly, though it was more just to appease his conscience, than an actual plea for him to stop.

Taemin smiled, lifting his head to take Jinki lips again. "You say that, but your body tells me otherwise, Jinki," he breathed out, one hand moving over to the front of the leader's pants, and the way he said his name like that made it even harder to tell him no. Damn where had this boy learned to seduce?

"But... but you're only sixteen," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady as the youngest's palm pressed against his forming erection.

"Does age really matter?" Taemin reasoned. "Everyone knows you like me," he said, once again leaning in close to Jinki's ear, teasing it lightly with a flick of his tongue. "Just no one knows I've always liked you, too."

Jinki stared at the younger boy, half in disbelief, half in shock as he kneeled in front of the leader, pressing his lips to the sharp curve of his hip above his waistband. Jinki opened his mouth several times to say something, but his voice had left him as his hips pushed into the other's light touches and he hoped to God that no one would ever find out about this.

"Taemin-" he started, his head lolling back against the wall, his fingers moving to thread through the younger's hair. "I've wanted you for so long," he whispered, pulling up lightly on the younger boy's maroon colored locks, his face flushed as he looked down at him, his gaze holding the other's. Pulling Taemin up to kiss him, Jinki moved his hands down the magnae's back, his fingers pushing past the waistband of his uniform pants.

"I want you, Hyung. I need you." Taemin's voice was raspy again as he pulled back from the kiss, slowly grinding his hips into Jinki's. That was pretty much all it took, those few words from the magnae's mouth and Jinki swiftly switched their positions, pushing Taemin against the wall, right where he'd been not moments before, kissing him hard as he held himself over the younger boy. He slid his hand over the front of Taemin's slacks, slowly dragging down the zipper and easily undoing the clasp.

Trailing kisses over Taemin's neck, Jinki quickly pushed the stiff fabric off the younger boy's thin hips, eliciting a soft groan from him as he was finally free from the restricting garment. Another small, slightly devious, smile formed on Jinki's lips as he slowly trailed kisses down Taemin's chest, over his stomach and abdomen, loving the way the younger's muscles reacted, loving how his heated skin felt beneath his lips.

Finally reaching the waistband of his briefs, Jinki sucked lightly on the protruding hipbone before pressing his tongue against the hot flesh of the teen's erection through the thin white fabric, tasting the bit of precum that had already started forming a wet spot on the underwear.
Pulling the elastic down just slightly, just over the tip of the arousal, the older boy slid his tongue over the head before bringing his lips around it, sucking lightly to draw a moan from Taemin, and not a real quiet one, either. Hearing that noise come from the younger boy, and knowing that he was the one who caused it, was so arousing, he could hardly stand to tease the other anymore. Moving to stand up, he ran his hands over the younger's thighs, but before he could stand completely, he lost his balance, falling back on his butt and pulling Taemin down over him.

A soft flush came over his cheeks as he caught the magnae's gaze, but Taemin hardly even missed a beat, almost immediately leaning over the leader, capturing his lips as he straddled him to the hardwood floor. "Taemin?" he breathed as the younger broke the kiss to trail them over his jaw once more.

"I love your sangtae, hyung," Taemin whispered, his teeth grazing the leader's earlobe as he spoke.

"You love my clumsiness?" he asked with a soft chuckle, his back arching slightly as Taemin moved his lips to his nipple, teasing it with his tongue. He gasped softly, his fingers moving to thread through Taemin's hair again. He was surely going to go to hell for this, but at the moment, he really couldn't bring himself to care.

"I love you," Taemin retorted, once again grinding his hips against Jinki's, the friction pulling a low groan from the older boy. Jinki pushed up into the other's touch, silently begging the magnae for the attention he'd desired from him for so long.

In response, yet another smirk spread across Taemin's lips as his hands slid over Jinki's still sweaty torso, his fingers hooking around the elastic of his sweatpants, pulling them down over his legs. "Commando, hyung?" the younger asked in disbelief as he revealed the leader's erection.

Flushing, Jinki shrugged. "All my underwear were dirty?" he explained, though it was more a question than anything. Taemin merely giggled and shook his head as he pushed his own briefs down and once again leaned over Jinki, purposely rubbing his arousal against the older boy's, pressing a few more heated kisses to the leader's chest as he continued to thrust against him, creating more and more friction. "Taemin-" Jinki gasped, wanting to be so much more intimate than this, wanting to be inside him. Lifting his hips to meet Taemin's, he let out a soft whimper.

"Not today, Hyung. We don't have the necessary... accessories," Taemin said against Jinki's skin, a slight hint of disappointment lacing his voice, though his words held promise of another time in them. As soon as he had finished speaking, he picked up with his kisses right where he left off, almost ravishing his lips across the leader's chest.

Though the teasing didn't last too much longer as the magnae pulled away, sitting back on Jinki's legs and taking both their erections in his hand, his long fingers curling about them both. "You know-" Jinki started, his hips thrusting up at the touch. "This isn't me helping you," he finished, running his hands tenderly over Taemin's thighs, as if trying to coax him to go faster. He wasn't really complaining as at was nice anyway, he was just saying.
"You are helping. Just being with you, I'm sure to get off faster than just thinking about you," he said, not bothering to keep his voice down now as his breathing obviously sped up, became more staggered, and Jinki's only mirrored that as well, his heart now pounding in his chest.

Jinki opened his mouth to respond to that, but once more his voice failed him and all that came out was a soft whimper as Taemin's finger ran over the tip of his arousal. It had never really dawned on him that anyone would get off to thoughts of him, much less that that person would be Taemin, but he didn't think too much about it as he watched Taemin's skilled fingers work over him, feeling the sensation bringing him close to his finish faster than any other time he'd done the exact same thing to himself. "T-Taemin," he breathed, lifting short thrusts into the magnae's hand. "You're gonna- you're gonna make me- make me cum-" he gasped, his breath hitching, his voice breaking as he spoke. Catching Taemin's gaze through half-lidded eyes, he noticed the mischievous smirk again tugging at the younger's lips and knew that was fully his intention. He felt Taemin let go of himself, his whole hand now making contact with the heated flesh of the leader’s erection.

Closing his eyes and resting his head back on the floor, he let himself go, feeling only the movements of Taemin's hand along his shaft, each stroke bringing him closer and closer to the edge. It didn't take too much longer before Jinki came hard in the magnae's hand, his fingers clenching tightly onto the boy's legs. As the tremors through his body subsided, he sat up, his fingers shaking slightly as he cupped Taemin's cheek, bringing him into a heated kiss as his other hand curled around the younger's erection, taking over where he'd left off as he slowly pushed Taemin back until he as laying on the ground. Moving his mouth to lick his own seed off the magnae's hand, he couldn't help but feel a bit... dirty doing it, but the action elicited another moan from his young lover, and that alone made him continue.

"I've wanted this for so long," he repeated against the younger boy's skin, trailing passionate kisses from his hand down his side before making his way over to where his hand was quickly working over Taemin's arousal. Soon, he had replaced his hand with his mouth, eager to taste the other again and give him as much pleasure as he could under the circumstances. Wrapping his lips around the head, he swirled his tongue about the sensitive flesh before pushing further down, taking in as much as he could, Taemin letting out a soft whimper as he did, the strain obvious in his hips as he tried not to thrust into Jinki's mouth. Ignoring this, Jinki pulled away, sucking lightly as he did, then went back down several times, quickly hastening his speed as he continued.

A minute later and Jinki could tell by the way Taemin's breath hitched that he was close to his peak. Teasingly, he slowed his pace, but just as he did, he heard a sharp rap at the door, followed by the sound of Jonghyun's voice. "Guys, com- why are you practicing with the door locked...?” he interrupted himself, but immediately continued. “Never mind that, we're leaving now, come on!" and then it went silent.

"Jinki- hurry up," Taemin gasped softly, not holding back anymore as he thrust lightly up into the leader's mouth. His heart raced even faster now, knowing they'd been that close to being caught and he sped up his pace once more, easily working Taemin to orgasm in just a few seconds. As the younger boy came, the hot salty fluid filling his mouth, he pulled away, milking the last of it with his hand as he swallowed. Damn that was going to leave an aftertaste. Nevertheless, he leaned up, catching Taemin's lips with his own once more as he pulled his hand completely away. "I guess we should go, huh?" he said softly, sitting up on his knees and looking around the room for his sweat towel.

"I suppose. We could always just unlock the door and wait for Jonghyun-hyung to come back~" Taemin said, deviousness playing in his voice and on his lips as Jinki snapped back to stare at him in disbelief. And that was all he could do. Stare, Taemin keeping that wide smirk on his lips as he moved toward the door.

Stare. Until a minute when later he heard the lead vocalist’s voice at the door once more.

Oneshot // Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy (Without The Bitchy) // Wonbin x Jonghoon

Mon, 04 May 2009 05:34:19 GMT

Title: Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy (Without The Bitchy)
Rating: R
Paring: Wonbin x Jonghoon
Length: 1,252 Words
Author's Note: Written for my cousin kuiper_belt

There were a lot of things Wonbin liked about Jonghoon. His strong personality, his dorkiness, his charm, and how he could go from being fail to sexy in the snap of a finger. But his favorite thing was something he would never be able to tell anyone else- how cute and embarrassed he got when Wonbin suggested dirty things to him on stage.

He knew it wasn’t smart to say things like that while in front of the audience, but they couldn’t hear him, and it was really the only way to get the proper rise out of the other. If he suggested them anywhere else he’d simply brush him off, or drag him to the bedroom, depending on where they were at the time. But on stage, Jonghoon became different- he was F.T. Island’s leader and as such he was supposed to keep his composure, but he never did, ever, and Wonbin simply liked to take advantage of that.

“I want you” Even words as simple as that whispered against the lead guitarist’s neck in a show of apparent fanservice had him flustered, yet it still brought a smile to his lips as he turned to face Wonbin, the younger simply returning the smile and turning back to the crowd with another whisper: "later."

It wasn’t too much later, though, when they were backstage, that Wonbin slipped behind the curtain of Jonghoon’s changing area, catching the other in the perfect state of undress- just his boxers- and without hesitation he had the older boy pressed against the wall, their mouths met in a hot kiss as his hands found their way along the other boy’s bare thighs. It was times like this that Wonbin was glad Jonghoon was quiet so no one would get suspicious, and on top of that it made the times he did make those sweet sounds even better.

Trailing passionate kisses across Jonghoon’s cheek and down over his jaw to his neck, teeth grazing lightly over the lead guitarist’s skin as he moved over his collarbone. Jonghoon’s hot breath came fast against Wonbin’s neck as he continued over the older boy’s chest and up the other side of his neck, stopping only a moment to lightly suck on a patch of skin on his shoulder. “Wonbin,” Jonghoon whimpered softly, his hand coming up to curl his fingers in the back of Wonbin’s hair.

Pulling away to look into his lover’s eyes, Wonbin’s breath came just as fast, his pulse racing, his heart pounding hard in his chest, his body wanting so much more than just these kisses. Stepping just a bit closer to the other, he pressed their bodies together, grinding his hips lightly against Jonghoon’s, an almost inaudible groan escaping him with the increased friction. Leaning back in to kiss him again, this time a bit harder, hungrier for his taste, his teeth catching at Jonghoon’s bottom lip as he pulled away, his tongue meeting the other’s in a sensation so hot that it set all his nerves on fire.

His fingers trembling, he managed to slip them under the older boy’s boxers just enough to wrap them around his quickly hardening erection, his fingers working over the heated flesh almost expertly with all the times he’d done it before. He always loved the way Jonghoon reacted to his touches, the gasps and moans so soft he could barely hear them, even from his spot right next to his lips. Moving his lips over to Jonghoon’s ear, he took the lobe between his teeth, wanting him to feel the same desire and need he did.

Sure enough it worked, just like Wonbin had hoped, Jonghoon pushing his hips up into his touch, a soft groan sounding once more. As he toyed with the other’s ear with his tongue just a bit more, his thumb running sensually over the head of his arousal, his grip tightening just a bit as he pushed his hand back down. “Wonbin, please,” Jonghoon breathed quietly, the fingers in Wonbin’s hair tightening their grip until it was almost painful. He knew Jonghoon was close, just a few… more… strokes. And the older boy’s hips lurched forward, his other hand gripping tightly to Wonbin’s arm, his nails digging into the flesh as he came into the younger boy’s hand.

Finishing him off, Wonbin moved to kiss him again, removing his hand and wiping it on the towel hanging from the wall next to them- the one Jonghoon had been using to wipe the sweat off his face after they got off stage. “I think they’re waiting for us, I’ll continue at home, yeah?” His words were more a promise than a question and soon he was heading out of the changing area toward the bathroom to hold himself off until later.

Wonbin’s breath caught in his throat as Jonghoon’s tongue moved deftly over his erection, his fingers burying themselves in the sheets of his bed underneath him, the sight of his lover kneeling in front of him enough to make him harder than anything else. His hips bucked up into the warmth of the other’s mouth as his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot, a whimper of Jonghoon’s name on his lips.

It seemed all too soon Jonghoon was pulling away, though, standing from his position on the floor to kneel instead over Wonbin’s legs, positioning himself over his arousal. Leaning forward to press a few kisses to Jonghoon’s stomach, Wonbin silently told him to continue when he was ready. As the older boy slowly lowered himself down, Wonbin had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. Once he was settled, Wonbin slowly let out his breath in a sigh as he kiss his lover’s stomach a few more times, hot open-mouthed kisses to his warm skin, trailing up to his chest where he flicked his tongue over the other’s nipple before pulling him down into a proper kiss. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he whispered against his lips. Jonghoon simply smirked and nodded.

The resounding sound of heated skin hitting skin echoed through the room in erratic rhythms as Wonbin neared his finish, Jonghoon having done so not too long previously. As he felt the heat quickly pooling low in his abdomen, he pulled out of the other, their positions having been switched during the course of their escapade, and quickly moved his hand over his erection. Jonghoon’s hand came up to caress the back of his thigh, his other moving to tease Wonbin’s nipple, the flesh especially sensitive now. The sensations were all so much, Wonbin’s nerves so excited now that it only took a couple more smooth strokes of his hand to successfully finish himself off over his lover’s stomach.

Practically collapsing next to Jonghoon, Wonbin closed his eyes, trying to calm his heart and breathing, a smile creeping onto his lips as he felt the other’s hand reach up to brush back the hair that was sticking to his face. His cheeks flushed, his chest still heaving from the encounter, he managed to move his own over to Jonghoon’s stomach, playfully rubbing the sticky liquid into the older boy’s pale skin. “Maybe we should go clean up?” he suggested, lifting himself tiredly up onto one arm to kiss his lover again. “I’ve heard the shower can be fun, too” Turns out on stage isn’t the only place their precious leader got embarrassed, Wonbin noted with a smirk as the other’s cheeks flushed.

Oneshot // The Cure For Insomnia // Onew x Key

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:03:04 GMT

Title: The Cure For Insomnia
Rating: PG
Paring: Onew x Key
Length: 848 Words
Author's Note: Written because I had the cutest image of Key wearing footie pajams and I wanted to get it out. I imagined them looking like this x3 Also dedicated to je_sea_kah <3

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“Why are you still awake?” I heard the soft voice, which I had long since come to recognize as Kibum’s, come from behind me, followed by the soft padding of his footsteps across the wooden floor of our dining room. I didn’t turn to look at him, keeping my eyes on the mug of hot coco in front of me as I felt his arms come around my shoulders in an embrace.

“I just couldn’t sleep, you shouldn’t be awake either, though, love,” I said, reaching up to take his hand in mine, seeing the light pink fabric of his pajamas out the corner of my eye. “We do have to be up early tomorrow morning.”

And true enough, almost immediately after the words were from my mouth, I felt Kibum’s lips against my cheek as he made his way around my chair, pushing my mug further back on the table to sit on my lap, his mouth connecting to mine. “You know I can’t sleep when you’re out here being emo, Jinki,” he said quietly, his lips brushing against mine ever so softly as he spoke.

“Ah,” I chuckled, sliding my hands down the front of his colorful polka-dotted footie pajamas. I loved the way they fit him, just long enough, but big enough that he could probably fit Taemin in them with him, and they made him look so adorable and innocent. “You know I’m not emo, just an insomniac,” I leaned in for another kiss, my hands coming to rest on his thighs, my fingers curling into the soft fabric.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” Kibum offered, “You know we have chamomile tea you could have instead of this hot chocolate,” he said, glancing back at the table behind him before bringing one of his hands up to my cheek, stroking it softly with his thumb. As my eyes found his, I noticed just how tired he looked, the dark circles under his eyes and the creases of his eyelids much more prominent than usual. I reached up to move his hand down as I shook my head, lacing his fingers with mine.

“You know I don’t like tea,” I smiled, slipping my other hand over his cheek and back into his mussed hair to pull him in closer as I pressed a soft kiss to the freckle just under his eye –my favorite spot.

“Yes, but it might help you get some sleep before the sun comes up,” the concern in his voice was getting more and more obvious by the minute and now it was showing more on his face as well, his eyebrows knitting together, his beautiful lips turning down into a small frown as he held my hand tighter.

“I’m fi-” I started, but before I could say anything more, Kibum’s finger was against my lips, his head shaking almost violently as he opposed what I had been about to say.

“This is the fourth night you haven’t slept, that’s not okay. Look, I’m sure someone in this apartment has like, lavender or something, you can go take a soothing bath, or…” Maybe it was just me, but I swear I saw tears forming in my boyfriend’s eyes as he racked his exhausted brain for other ways to get me to sleep.

“Kibum… It’s fine, I’m fine,” I tried to reassure him, wiping my thumb gently over his eye to help comfort him. “Just go back to bed.”

“I can’t, I want you there with me,” he said, his voice quiet, just above a whisper as his gaze lowered to the front of my loose t-shirt. “Maybe if you wear yourself out? Like, go for a run or…” he trailed off again, his hand sliding down over my stomach and I knew what he was implying.

“No, you’re too tired, I won’t do that,” I said, lifting his chin up to lightly kiss him again. “But come on, I’ll go lay with you.” Gently pushing him off my lap with little protest on his part, I took his hand and lead him back to our shared bedroom. Once inside, I slowly shut the door again, making sure not to wake any of the others before quietly moving over to Kibum’s bed, crawling under the blankets behind him.

Wrapping my arms around his slim waist, I pulled him closer, our bodies flush against each other as he rested his arms over my own. I softly kissed the back of his neck as I laid my head down, whispering a soft “I love you,” along with it. He tightened his grip ever so slightly on my hand in response and I knew he was simply too tired to say anything. Even if I couldn’t get to sleep, the least I could do was help him, I thought, but as his breath evened out into a steady rhythm, I found my eyelids getting heavier as well. It was only about a half an hour later that they fell shut and I drifted off for the first time in four days.

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PS. I WILL WRITE YOUR WONKI FLUFF, LIZZI, I PROMISE <3

Oneshot // WonKiHyun // Wonbin x Hongki x Seunghyun

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 00:05:11 GMT

Title: WonKiHyun
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Wonbin x Hongki x Seunghyun
Length: 3,251 words
Author's Note: Written for the contest over at capslock_ftland. Also dedicated to o_frick and livelovespeak37

Seunghyun stirred restlessly in his sleep, an almost constant creaking coming from the room next to his. Voices had woken him up about an hour ago, letting him know that Jonghoon and Hongki were home from Wonbin’s birthday party, but even since then he hadn’t been able to get back to sleep for one reason or another and right now it was that creaking. Was Hongki just as restless as he was? He must have been tossing and turning in his bed for it to make that much noise! Lethargically, Seunghyun tossed his blankets off and sat up, rubbing his eyes a little to get the sleep out of them before attempting to navigate the dark room without waking Jonghoon up. How he’d managed to get to sleep so fast and stay asleep through all this was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to question it.

He quietly made his way out of the room and the few steps over to Hongki’s next to his and Jonghoon’s. He stopped a moment outside, listening inside to the muffled voices, Wonbin must have stayed over tonight, and thought he heard a moan. Maybe one of them was having a nightmare? Concern for his hyung grew inside his chest as he slowly pushed open the door, peeking his head inside the room. At first he didn’t see anyone in the room, which was strange since Hongki’s bed was right there and empty, so he pushed it open the rest of the way and took a step inside, looking over to the other bed –their manager’s bed.

What he saw wasn’t exactly either of them having a nightmare, although he might have nightmares about it. With Hongki perched upon Wonbin’s lap rocking back and forth, both of them naked… Seunghyun may have been innocent enough to believe Hongki was tossing and turning or having a bad dream, but he knew exactly what was going on now. “I-I’m sorry, Hyung,” he stuttered out as he turned around, ready to run for his life and try to find a way to burn that image out of his mind, his fifteen year old mind, but his body didn’t move. He simply stared at the door, willing it to move, but it wouldn’t. Before too long he felt an arm around his shoulders, Hongki’s arm by the feel of his height, and his bare chest flush against his back (so he slept without a shirt on?).

“Bin-ah, can he stay?” Hongki asked, his speech slightly slurred as he pressed his lips against Seunghyun’s shoulder and a shiver ran down his spine. Was he serious? He was obviously drunk. Why else would his hyung be currently… touching his nipple like this and… kissing his neck? He heard Wonbin’s voice respond, but he couldn’t make out what he said through the cloud over his senses. All he knew was now both of Hongki’s hands were around him, untying his sweatpants as he turned him around to face the room again. Seunghyun heard the door shut, but still couldn’t move.

“H-hyung,” he mumbled under his breath. His voice apparently didn’t want to work, either. Not that it would do any good now. Hongki was already slowly pushing his pants down over his hips, leaning up to cover his mouth with his. Yes, he was definitely drunk. Seunghyun could taste the alcohol on his lips.

“What’s wrong, Hyunnie? You don’t want to celebrate with us? It’s Binnie’s twentieth birthday you know~” Seunghyun barely made out what the other had said past the slurring, and was about to tell him he just wanted to sleep, but one glance over at Wonbin still sitting on the bed and his cheeks flushed. He’d always had a bit of a crush on him; he’d just always passed it off as admiration. His thoughts were soon interrupted again as Hongki’s hand slid around Seunghyun’s neck, pulling him down into a real, lingering kiss, the other hand rubbing over the front of his pants.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” Hongki whispered in his ear, his face flushing again as the older boy’s hand slid over his abdomen and his fingertips pushed past the boundary of his sweats. Hongki smiled up at him, almost child-like, as he pulled his hand away from Seunghyun’s waistband, taking the younger boy’s hand and settling for pulling him over to the bed instead. Seunghyun followed behind him, part of him wanting to cover his eyes, but the other part didn’t want to, couldn’t, look away from the beautiful body of the boy who was still laying on the mattress now in front of him. He watched as Hongki straddled him again, leaning down to kiss Wonbin before turning back to face Seunghyun.

“Seunghyun-ah,” Wonbin said softly reaching out to take his hand, holding his fingers softly as Hongki pulled down the magnae’s pants in one fluid motion that left Seunghyun all but frozen with surprise as the cool air hit his skin. Another moment and Hongki’s hand was around his cock, stroking him gently. He tightened his hand around Wonbin’s as Hongki teased him, his face contorting in confusion; now that he’d felt this, he didn’t want it to stop, but this was so wrong, so very wrong.

He figured Wonbin must have seen his confusion because soon he was pushing Hongki’s hand away and pulling him down by his hand into a kneeling position next to the bed, pressing their lips together. “It’s fine, Hyunnie~” Hongki voice came from above him, the older boy’s hand coming to rest on the top of his head, but he didn’t care to pull away from Wonbin long enough to acknowledge him. He enjoyed this far too much to stop now. He brought his hand up to rest on Wonbin’s chest as he shifted to deepen the kiss, but his hand was soon covered by Hongki’s as the other lifted his hand to his mouth to kiss his fingertips.

A soft moan escaped Seunghyun’s lips at the soft touch to his fingers, which was followed by total immersion of his digits into Hongki’s mouth as he started to suck on them. Just as another low moan threatened to escape him, Wonbin pulled away, his head falling back into the pillow as he groaned out loud. Seunghyun looked over to see Hongki had once more taken Wonbin’s erection in his hand and was slowly teasing him. As he returned his gaze to Wonbin’s face, he blushed again. It just looked like it felt so good and he wanted to give that to him, too! A small smirk lifted the corner of his lips Hongki dropped his hand from his mouth to lean down and place kisses to Wonbin’s stomach.

Seunghyun trailed his fingers up Wonbin’s torso, leaving tracks of Hongki’s saliva in their wake, stopping only when they reached the other boy’s nipple. He bit his lower lip, bringing it into his mouth as he teased him, slowly, almost unsurely, bringing his mouth down upon the other. He couldn’t help but smile when the other boy’s back arched into his touch as he hesitantly pressed his tongue against the hardening nub. Getting a little braver at the reaction, Seunghyun flicked his tongue across the sensitive flesh a few more times before grazing his teeth against it, the fingers of his hand teasing the other just as much as he rubbed it and pinched it, his smile growing even more.

Soon Seunghyun started to trail his lips down Wonbin’s side, unintentionally meeting Hongki in a kiss at Wonbin’s hip. This kiss was different than the one they’d shared back at the door, this one, obviously initiated by Hongki again, was rougher and more passionate, a stark contrast to the soft one meant to seduce. He stood up, dominating the kiss just like he’d done with Wonbin, his hand slipping behind Hongki’s neck. He felt Hongki take his hand yet again, this time he felt him place his palm against his arousal…Wonbin’s arousal? He didn’t bother pulling away to look, simply curled his fingers around the shaft lightly and pushed his hand down to the base.

He almost immediately figured out it was Wonbin by the reaction it pulled from him; a little different than the reaction he’d had with Hongki. Maybe because his touch was different, his hands were bigger, more calloused from his guitar, or maybe just because he was used to Hongki’s touch. Either way, it didn’t matter because he enjoyed this far more than he thought he should have. Soon Hongki had pulled away and he smiled at Seunghyun. A bright smile, his teeth almost glowing with the light from outside the window, his eyes squinting to form a crescent in the cutest way. He patted Seunghyun on the head, running his fingers lightly through his hair. “See, Hyunnie, it’s not bad!” he giggled as he moved away, up to kiss Wonbin.

Seunghyun couldn’t help the smile that now graced his own features as he turned, climbing up onto the bed to take Hongki’s spot straddling Wonbin’s legs. He watched the couple, sure they were having a tongue war of some sort although he could tell they really did love each other just by observing them together like this, and he could feel himself getting harder just watching them. He unconsciously licked his lips, and then a great idea struck him! A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, not that either of them knew it, and he shifted, scooting back a little then leaning down to wrap his lips lightly around Wonbin’s erection.

He obviously didn’t know what he was doing, had only seen it done once or twice in the few videos he’d watched, but he was sure it couldn’t be very hard, right? As long as he was gentle and careful not to get his teeth in the mix, as he imagined that wouldn’t feel too good at all, he should be fine. As soon as his lips touched Wonbin, though, he heard the other moan loudly and Seunghyun smiled again. He experimentally pressed his tongue to the head, running the tip along the slit and gathering the forming precum. He never knew what this tasted like, but he was sure if he could have guessed, this wouldn’t have been one of his guesses. It was salty more than anything, but other than that, he wasn’t sure how to describe it.

He pushed his mouth further down along the shaft, running his tongue along the underside as he did. He could hear Wonbin’s breath quickening as he pulled up, sucking in slightly to create a small vacuum, and then pushing back down. It was an amazing feel, knowing he was causing such pleasure in his hyung, but his efforts were soon halted as he felt Hongki’s hand in his hair, holding tightly to it as he pulled him up and into a rough kiss. Seunghyun let out a small moan at the action, only to have it stifled in Hongki’s mouth. He lifted his hand, running his fingertips over Hongki’s chest, pausing to tease the older boy’s nipple, feeling it peak under his touch.

Hongki’s breath caught at that touch and Seunghyun smiled. Hongki pulled away from him slightly, moving his lips to Seunghyun’s ear, kissing it lightly before taking a hold of his shoulders and moving behind him, his mouth still by his ear. “Bin-ah says he wants you, Hyunnie, but for that you need preparation!” his voice was light and playful as he forcefully pushed him down, his face now almost even with Wonbin’s. His face flushed as he felt Hongki run his hands over his backside, his breath catching a little as he squeezed it lightly.

“Seunghyun-ah,” he heard Wonbin’s soft voice say as the older boy’s hand lifted his chin into a brief kiss. “You’re doing fine,” he smiled and Seunghyun knew his face went completely red now. Wonbin’s smile was one of his greatest weaknesses and he knew it, but that was soon pushed to the back of his mind as Wonbin brought him into another kiss just as he felt Hongki’s hand on him once again, followed by one of his fingers being pressed into his entrance. He visibly tensed, a soft groan forming in his throat as he fisted his fingers into the sheet underneath him. “It’s okay, you’ll be fine~” Wonbin reassured him, his fingers running softly over Seunghyun’s cheek as he brought him into yet another kiss.

A few minutes later, Hongki proclaimed that he was done with a soft smack to Seunghyun’s butt and Seunghyun felt Wonbin’s lips turn up in a smirk against his lips. Wonbin’s hands lowered, his fingers curling around Seunghyun’s knees as he pulled him forward a little and Seunghyun’s eyebrows knitted together with worry as Hongki scooted up next to him, pushing his hips back and positioning Wonbin’s erection at his entrance. Hongki scooted away again, crawling up to kiss Wonbin once more and whisper something to him before they both looked to him. He nervously bit his lower lip again.

“It’s okay, Seunghyun-ah,” Wonbin said again, taking his hand once more in his own. “Hongki’s a pro at prep, even if he is drunk,” he laughed softly, rubbing his hand along the other boy’s bare thigh, his gaze catching Seunghyun’s and lingering there. With the comforting look in Wonbin’s eyes, Seunghyun found it in him to push himself down onto the older boy slowly, holding his breath and closing his eyes as he tried to overcome the odd sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure and the feeling of being filled in a way he’d obviously never felt before. His lips pursed, his fingers tightening around Wonbin’s and he was sure he was leaving some sort of marks on the back of his hand.

“You know it doesn’t help if you don’t breathe, Hyunnie~” Hongki said and Seunghyun felt the vocalist’s soft fingers on his cheek as he trailed them down over his jaw and neck, his other hand patting him softly on the stomach. He felt Hongki’s lips pressed gently against his own again and Seunghyun let out the breath he’d been holding to kiss him back. As he settled himself on Wonbin’s hips, he broke the kiss and opened his eyes to see Hongki straddling Wonbin’s stomach in front of him.

“He’s already hard, Bin-ah~” Hongki giggled again as his hand continued its path down his chest and stomach until it reached Seunghyun’s cock, his fingers wrapping ever so lightly around the younger boy’s erection as he leaned in for another kiss. Seunghyun felt his cock twitch in anticipation, the older boy’s touch not hardly satisfying enough. He let out a soft moan at the gentle touch, his voice mixing with Wonbin’s as he pushed his hips forward into Hongki’s hand, almost forgetting Wonbin was inside of him. “So sensitive, too~” Hongki smirked at him as he let out a loud cry, moving his free hand over Seunghyun’s cheek to push back a strand of hair, his other hand moving expertly along Seunghyun’s arousal, knowing just how to touch him, even as he looked behind him at Wonbin, a brilliant grin on his face.

Seunghyun lifted himself up this time, feeling Wonbin slide out of him and then back in as he sat back down. This feeling just kept getting more and more pleasurable as he went! He closed his eyes as he continued, leaning his head forward to rest on Hongki’s shoulder, the sound of skin on skin starting to resound through the room as Seunghyun moved faster and faster. His breaths came shorter and faster and heavier against Hongki’s skin and lips when the older boy leaned over to kiss him.

He took in a deep breath as he sat up again; shifting to move even faster and he felt Hongki’s hand move quicker as well when he did, causing the heat in his abdomen to grow that much faster. “W-Wonbin…” Seunghyun moaned softly as his hips jerked forward into Hongki’s hand, his fingernails digging into the older boy’s thighs as he sped up in sporadic thrusts. Eventually it was all too much and with another pump of Hongki’s hand, the tension was released, his seed spilling over his hyung’s hand.
As his body gave out, he felt Hongki’s hand on his chest as he came in for another kiss. Another soft one that Seunghyun lingered onto even as he lifted himself up and crawled over to Wonbin’s side, only breaking the kiss when Wonbin spoke then shifted. “Hongki,” was all he said, his voice breathy and rough, but somehow the other boy knew exactly what Wonbin was going to do. He shifted with Wonbin until he was on his knees kneeling over Seunghyun, Wonbin standing behind him. Seunghyun watched with interest as Wonbin pushed into Hongki, holding one hip, the other hand sliding around to take his erection in his hand.

As Seunghyun’s breath returned to him, he decided he wanted to give back to Hongki, too! He sat up on his knees, pushing the older boy up against Wonbin as the other continued to thrust into his boyfriend, watching Seunghyun knowingly. Wonbin wrapped his arm around Hongki’s chest, holding him against him as Seunghyun settled down in front of Hongki, taking his arousal in his hand then bring it to his lips. He couldn’t help but smile as Hongki gasped at the touch. He pushed his lips down the hardened shaft, pressing his tongue to the tip, just like he’d done to Wonbin not too much earlier.

It wasn’t too much longer before Hongki took a hold of Seunghyun’s hair again, pulling him away and dropping his own hand to his crotch, pumping himself a few times before he came, his body visibly tensing. “Fuck, Hongki…” Wonbin’s face contorted behind him as his head dropped to Hongki’s shoulder briefly before he pushed him back down over Seunghyun, his hand resting on his back as he thrust into him sporadically a few more times before pulling out and coming onto his back… which was probably the hottest thing Seunghyun had ever seen. Suddenly he felt Hongki press his lips to his again, only then realizing he’d been staring. He kissed him back briefly before he felt the bed dip next to him. He pulled away to see Wonbin collapsed on the mattress.

He smiled, crawling over to kiss him instead. “Thank you,” he said softly against the older boy’s lips, surprised as he felt Wonbin’s fingers curl around the back of his neck and pull him in again.

“No problem, just…don’t get used to it. Hongki’s very possessive when he’s not drunk,” Wonbin laughed, sitting up to kiss Hongki who was sitting on his legs again. “Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll invite you while he’s sober. He does think you’re really cute. He talks about you a lot when we’re together,” Wonbin said, turning back to face Seunghyun.

“Hyunnie~!” Came Hongki’s response, that huge smile still plastered on his face. “Let’s all go take a shower together! And then we can be…” it seemed his brain stalled a bit as he thought. “WonKiHyun,” he finished, combining their names together, a common thing fan girls did. Seunghyun laughed, reaching out to ruffle the drunken boy’s hair.

“I would love a shower,” he said then leaned in again, surprising Wonbin with a kiss on the cheek. “And happy birthday, hyung.”

Oneshot // Filming // SHINee OT5

Wed, 18 Feb 2009 01:54:00 GMT

Title: Filming
Rating: R-NC-17
Paring: OT5 (2Min, OnJongKey)
Length: 2,239 words
Author's Note: Written for the contest over at shineesmut . The prompt "Filming" with pairing "OT5". (except they haven't put me on the list of participants, yet Dx)

Also dedicated to my RP Heechul :3

When I told my mom I wanted to be a director, I never told her what kind…

Taemin is innocent. At least that’s what he wants everyone to think. He’s constantly smiling and with that high school-esque bowl cut of his that he refuses to change, we’re convinced he does it on purpose. He’ll look at you with his wide innocent eyes just to make you feel guilty for getting turned on by him. He’s the youngest of our small group of friends, having barely just graduated high school not a couple months ago at the new age of 18. When Minho brings him to us, all of us are taken by him and it’s a unanimous vote to let him into our little group. We’re kind of surprised that he accepts what we do on a normal basis so readily, wants to start right then even. All of us laugh, but who are we to deny this boy’s request?

I watch as Minho moves his lips across the pure milky, (seemingly virgin), skin of our magnae while Kibum keeps his mouth occupied with hot, open-mouthed kisses, his hand fingering the younger boy’s nipple, playing with it, teasing it, pinching it until it’s hard before reaching across to the other. Minho doesn’t waste any time in stripping the youngest of his pants and briefs and running his tongue along the underside of his cock before taking him in his hand, teasing him to hardness as he leans to the side to kiss Jonghyun in much the same way Kibum is kissing Taemin now.

Minho is our second youngest at a few months younger than Kibum, both of them currently 20. He’s tall, stoic and handsome, very host club type material. He enjoys a variety of things ranging from sports to music, but I think his favorite, surprisingly, would be having sex. Which is why he hangs out with us. You wouldn’t think it of him by looking at him, but he’s really quite the fiend in bed, polar opposite of how he is in public. He always enjoys teasing and foreplay, but especially loves orgasm denial. But he’s so great, you don’t even care that he’s doing it. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Taemin never wants to be with any of us after this.

I stifle a quiet laugh behind my camera at that thought and I continue to watch the scene playing out in front of me. Jonghyun’s already got his lube on his hand and is pressing a finger into Kibum who groans out loud despite having his mouth being covered by Taemin’s. Minho kisses Jonghyun once more, grazing his teeth across the older boy’s lip before leaning over and licking the bit of precum off the tip of Taemin’s now erect cock then taking it in his mouth slowly, causing a cry of similar caliber as I know Kibum’s to be. A beautiful sound if I do say so myself.

I’ve always thought Kibum was a beautiful person from the very first time Jonghyun introduced him to me. He has a beautiful smile and, as I came to find out, an even more beautiful personality. Arguably the gayest of us all, he enjoys all that is pink and can be quite the spaz at times, but we love him nonetheless, if not more because of it. He also makes the most beautiful noises I’ve heard in bed. Always filled with loud cries and low moans that would turn anyone on. I can feel my pants getting tighter even now as I watch from behind my camera lens as Jonghyun’s finger thrust into the younger boy, his other hand occupying itself with his erection, Taemin’s slender fingers teasing Kibum’s hardened nipple from beside him on the bed and I can’t help but be slightly jealous.

Minho and Jonghyun exchange kisses again and I’m not quite sure when Minho came up from Taemin’s crotch, but I see that he’s now stroking him with his hand again, Taemin’s free hand roaming his own body, avoiding the nipple that Kibum is playing with in the same way Taemin is playing with his. Jonghyun slides his hand around Minho’s neck, kissing him deeper as he thrust his fingers into Kibum faster and Minho reaches between them for the bottle of lube.

Jonghyun has been my friend for a long time, since we were both in middle school, actually. He’s younger than be by just a few months, both of us at 21 now. He was the first one to know about my passion for filming and what I’d decided I wanted to do with it and he was the first one I ever had sex with back when we were 16. It was a total spur of the moment kind of thing in the gym shower after school, but not once have I ever regretted it. Jonghyun… is one of those people who insists on having their way when they want it and he hates (despises) teasing and foreplay unless he’s the one doing it. Which makes it all the more interesting when him and someone like Minho get together.

Now Minho is thrusting a lubricated finger into Taemin whose cries fill the room, turning me on almost as much as Kibum’s, but they’re soon stifled as Minho presses his mouth hard to the magnae’s. Jonghyun picks up the abandoned lubricant again, pouring it over Kibum’s abdomen and chest and rubbing it into his skin, his hands sliding gracefully over him as he moves his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against Kibum’s, teasing and pinching his nipples (Taemin’s hands now being preoccupied on Minho’s chest) as he positions himself at the other’s entrance. Both of them let out low groans, Kibum’s much louder to be heard clearly over Taemin’s whimpers (that were no longer being caught by Minho) as Jonghyun slowly pushes in. Jonghyun doesn’t stop them, though, doesn’t do anything to quiet Kibum’s beautiful sounds, and I think it’s because he knows I like it.

I carefully, silently, undo my own pants and lower them to the floor along with my underwear and my shirt so I’m naked just like the rest of them. I take my own erection in my hand, moving along it carefully to a rhythm of my own, getting harder by anyone’s moans now. A deep groan catches my ear as I watch Taemin and Minho and I realize that it’s Minho’s groan, one I haven’t heard in a long time and I bite my lip to keep down a moan of my own. I watch as he pushes into Taemin, the youngest squirming underneath him as he does. Minho leans over him, whispering something inaudible to me, but it seems to comfort the other and he starts placing kisses over the youngest’s face and neck and I briefly wonder if they’re actually together.

I don’t think too much on it as I look back to the other two. I see Jonghyun pull out of Kibum, whose legs fall to the mattress and he subsequently rolls over to land a kiss on Taemin’s chest where Minho just left, taking the magnae’s nipple in his mouth. I’m too caught up in stroking myself, watching the others on the bed that I don’t notice Jonghyun approach me until he’s got his lube-covered hand on my abdomen, his lips against my collarbone, silently asking for permission to take over what my hand is doing. I wrap my arm around him, pulling his body closer to mine as a silent yes and, making sure my camera’s going to be okay, follow him back to the bed where he pushes me into a seated position, his hand still working over my erection. I lean back, letting him kiss me, also being mindful of the camera’s position, trying not to block its view of the others.

I can hear the moans and whimpers clearer now and my hips buck up into Jonghyun’s hand, begging him to move faster. But he doesn’t, which I really should expect out of him. Instead he removes his hand completely, moving to land a kiss on Kibum’s upper back, his hands snaking their way around the younger boy’s waist. I pout my lower lip, standing up again to move to the head of the bed on the other side of Kibum, where I sit down again. As soon as I do, Kibum’s hand is on my cock and he’s positioning himself above me as though this has been planned all along. I’ve never actually done it with Kibum before, always just watched and admired, almost afraid that if I did have sex with him, I wouldn’t want to let anyone else have him again.

He lowers himself slowly onto my arousal with a smile, his hands placing my own on his hips as he leans forward to place a light kiss to the side of my mouth, whispering “Are you ready?” in my ear. Before I have time to even nod, I moan out loud, not having to quiet myself behind the camera this time, as Kibum’s tightness and warmth surrounds me. I see him take Jonghyun’s cock in his hand as the older boy comes to stand next to us, but my vision is temporarily overtaken by the fact that Kibum is riding me and it’s just as beautiful as I’d ever imagined. I glance over to the other side of the bed to see Minho thrusting into Taemin faster than before which would explain the movement of the bed and the ever increasing whimpers and moans of the newcomer. Next thing I know, though, Kibum’s hand is on my cheek, cupping my face and turning my attention back to him as he lifts himself and drops himself down hard on my lap, eliciting a cry from my throat as his action buries me deep inside of him. “Ah, Kibum-ah…” I moan out, my hips bucking up into his as he lifts himself up again. He smirks and slams down on me again, moving the hand holding Jonghyun toward me and brushing the tip of the other’s cock against my lips.

I understand and press my mouth to his erection, my tongue licking the precum out of slit before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking lightly. I try to move my hand to hold his arousal, but Kibum holds my hands in place whispering in my ear something about wanting to see the other fuck my mouth. So I hold my hands where they are, resting on the slight curve of Kibum’s hips as he continues to move up and down and back and forth against my cock, Jonghyun thrusting into my mouth faster and faster as Taemin’s whimpers next to me continue to grow louder and faster along with Minho’s thrusts.

It seems that all too soon I hear Minho come then finish Taemin off as well, but much to my dismay, my eyes are closed so I don’t get to see how hot it is. No big deal, I’ll see later when I edit the video. I can feel Jonghyun reaching climax as well and I pull my head back slightly as I hear his warning, my mouth soon filling with his warm seed. I swallow it, restraining myself from cringing at the taste as he leans down to kiss me, licking the remainder out of my mouth and off my lips. I know I’m close too, and I try to warn Kibum, but Jonghyun keeps his mouth attached to mine and I simply hope that Kibum can tell by the way my hips thrust up into his sporadically and harder than they have been. He merely smirks at me, nipping at my earlobe as he moves his hips forward again, all but telling me to come inside him.

So I do. And I’m pretty sure he enjoys it from the way he moans my name into my neck and finishes himself off onto my stomach as he milks my orgasm from me. From out of my periphery I see him pull Taemin into a kiss as the last of his cum spills from him, his fingers threading through the magnae’s hair as he pulls him close. I close my eyes again, doing the same to Jonghyun as I deepen the kiss and think that this is definitely going to be one of my favorite videos.

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Later that day I sit on my computer, my arm wrapped around Jonghyun’s waist as we watch the film together, looking for places to edit it and places we need to cut it. He points and tells me his favorite part is “the one coming up” which I soon find out is the part where he comes to get me and I smile and kiss him briefly. As I watch Taemin and Minho and I can tell from their mannerisms and the way they just look like they’ve done it before, that there’s definitely something going on between those two, but that’s okay, as long as none of us mind (and as long as neither of them mind sharing).

As the video finishes (and the part I missed with Taemin and Minho? Excellent.) I smile again, wider this time as I bring Jonghyun in for another lingering kiss because I know that it’s definitely going to be one of my favorites.

Oneshot // Best Valentine's Day, Ever // Jonghyun x Onew

Sun, 15 Feb 2009 00:07:24 GMT

Title: Best Valentine's Day, Ever
Rating: G
Paring: Jonghyun x Onew
Length: 937 words
Author's Note: Wrote this for an RP friend of mine, Alexis. I hope she loves it and feel better soooooon <33 Happy Valentine's Day~!

Lee Jinki always enjoyed watching the object of his affection during class, his expressions in particular. This boy had the best facial expressions, especially when he was confused. He loved watching him look around the classroom every morning as he found the notes on his desk while Jinki acted as innocent as he could. Of course, Jinki knew he was no actor (and there was good reason for that) and he wouldn’t be surprised if everyone already knew it was him leaving those little notes. He’d been doing it since the start of February, always leaving the smallest of vague hints as to whom he was (such as signing “the guy with short hair” when all the guys had short hair, or “the guy behind you” when the other sat at the front of class right in front of a girl). Today was the last day before Valentines, though, so today would be the day he finally had to (got to) reveal who he was. And hopefully the other would feel the same.

Kim Jonghyun always (though he would never admit it aloud) looked forward to the little love confessions he’d been finding on his desk every morning recently. It really made his day to read that he had a secret admirer, made him smile to read all the little things they bothered to notice about him. He really wanted to know who it was though, he was known for being impatient so of course he tried to figure out who it was by the little hints the other gave him (the other boy was ridiculously vague; saying things like “the boy in the blue” when more than half the class was in their blue uniforms) and today was no different. “Jonghyun-ah, today’s the day, are you excited?” He read on the note before glancing around the room to see if maybe the boy would show himself this time, but no luck. He was tempted to just stand in front of class and ask for whomever it was to stand up, but secretly he was scared that it wouldn’t be the person he hoped it was.
See, Jonghyun had been kind of looking at one boy who always sat at the back of the classroom. He was a quiet kid (and kind of clumsy as he always, without fail, tripped over something on his way to the front of the class to turn in homework), with light brown hair and the cutest smile that made his eyes practically disappear. But the chances of him actually being the one who was leaving these notes was slim to none with his luck. So he supposed he’d just have to wait.

Jinki smiled to himself secretly as he exited his last class of the day. He was so excited to meet Jonghyun where he knew he stayed in the library after school until he went home that he could feel his heart racing in his chest, beating so hard against his ribs he thought it might just break them. He could hear his pulse in his ears, but drowned it out with thoughts of him rehearsing lines over and over and over until he knew them better than he knew what day it was. As he finally reached the library he peeked in to see that the other boy was, in fact, in there, sitting at the same table he always sat at. He smiled again and had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself before going in so he wouldn’t trip and make a fool out of himself.
“Jonghyun-sshi,” he called the other’s attention as he neared his table, one last note in his hand behind him. As Jonghyun turned to face him, Jinki could feel his face turn bright red. He really was going to do this. “I wanted to give this to you,” he said, his voice almost failing him as he held out the note in front of him. He thought his heart was going to go just like this voice, especially when Jonghyun smiled as he took the note. In it was written almost a complete love confession, including how long he’d liked him and all about himself, but Jonghyun didn’t read it. He simply opened it, glanced down at the bottom then suddenly Jinki found himself in the other’s tight embrace.

Jonghyun was ecstatic when he turned around and found Jinki behind him, but had to contain himself in case the other was just delivering the note and it wasn’t actually from him. So when Jinki handed him the note, Jonghyun watched as the other's cheeks flushed, then, not bothering to read the note, he looked to the bottom to see who’d signed it. “Love, the boy standing in front of you, Lee Jinki” it said and (even if it was slightly odd and out of character for him to do) he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the other boy. He’d been looking forward to this all day, hoping that, for once, Lady Luck wouldn’t hate him and would instead bring him and Jinki together. He noticed how the other stood stiff, though so he backed away slightly, seeing that Jinki’s face was still completely bright red. He looked back down at the note and, seeing the words “would you be my valentine” scribbled in Jinki’s handwriting just above his signature, he smiled again at the slightly taller boy and took his hand in his own. “Of course I will, Jinki,” and with those words, the older boy smiled.

Smiled just for him.

This would be the best Valentines…no, the best day ever.

Oneshot // Hard Song, Gentle Words // Jonghyun x Onew

Sun, 14 Dec 2008 02:24:41 GMT

Title: Hard Song, Gentle Words
Rating: G
Paring: Jonghyun x Onew
Length: 200 words
Author's Note: Written for the 200 member contest over at jongyu using the prompt "Brown-Eyed Soul's 정말 사랑했을까 (Did We Really Love?) @ 080730 Shim Shim Tapa"

Jonghyun slammed his fist against the wall of the practice room. He’d messed up and bad. Why couldn’t he hit those notes like he’d practiced? He leaned his head against the wall with a loud sigh, but soon felt someone’s hand on his shoulder and a familiar voice behind him.

“Jonghyun, are you okay?” He shook his head, but refused to face Onew. He’d screwed up in front of him. The one person he cared about impressing and he’d screwed up. “It’s okay. I messed up too. It’s a hard song to do.” Jonghyun knew Onew had missed a couple notes, but that wasn’t so bad. He’d failed to hit the note much less hold it out like he was supposed to. He loved that song to death and he failed miserably to do it any justice.

“Jonghyun…”

“Hyung, stop.” Jonghyun attempted to push Onew’s hand away, but Onew caught Jonghyun’s wrist and turned him around to face him.

“Jonghyun…it’s a hard song. It’s okay.” His voice was soft despite his words as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the younger boy’s lips. “Everyone makes mistakes and honestly, it makes me love you more when you do.”

Oneshot // There's a First Time for Everything // Jonghun x Minhwan

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 09:53:29 GMT

Title: There's a First Time for Everything
Rating: R
Paring: Jonghun x Minhwan
Length: 1,831 words
Warnings: Slight bondage
Author's Note: Written for Kuiper_Belt :) Happy Birthday mi amiga! "아미고!~" I hope you enjoy it!

Minhwan strained against the cloth restraints on his wrists as he felt his lover’s hand move up over his inner thigh. The long fingers reached his hip and held it tight in their grip and he felt a raspy groan escape his throat, Jonghun’s other hand continuing to slowly draw erotic circles on his chest. He took in a sharp gasp of air as the older boy’s thumb hit his nipple, but was soon comforted by Jonghun’s lips against his own. When he’d told his boyfriend he could take him anyway he wanted on his eighteenth birthday, he really hadn’t expecting this, although he really didn’t feel the need to complain right now. As long as the blindfold came off before any actual penetration, he was good. He enjoyed the heightened sensations of just his other senses feeling Jonghun’s body against his and feeling the things he was doing to him, the way he was doing things to him. Jonghun’s touch was soft and gentle most of the time, but there were times already, although they’d just started, where he’d felt just the use of Jonghun’s muscles – such as the grip on his hip that he was sure was going to leave a mark of some sort – and he was sure that was just the beginning of what he could actually do.

He felt Jonghun’s lips trail kisses along his upper arm, his tongue pressing against his flexed muscle as he lightly sucked on his skin. He felt the older boy’s long hair moving against his chest in synch with every time his mouth moved to a different spot on his arm and Minhwan was sure it was hotter than it should have been. “Hyung…” he moaned out softly, the scent of Jonghun’s hair creating an image of the slick black strands flowing down over the broad, bare shoulder’s of the older boy and through his own fingers down onto his chest. “I wish I could hold your hair in my fingers.” The words came out before he really knew what he was saying, but apparently that was a good enough reason to complain. He felt Jonghun’s lips turn up into what he assumed was a smirk against his arm and a quiet laugh followed shortly after along with warm breath against his ear in sensual words that Minhwan only barely heard through the cloth over his eyes. “Hyung…” he moaned again, pressing his head back into the mattress as Jonghun’s thumb started to gently rub his thigh once again and he could feel himself getting harder and his briefs getting tighter with every of Jonghun’s breaths against his heating skin.

Jonghun’s mouth pressed against Minhwan’s lips, taking him by surprise, but he kissed back with much fervor and passion as he could, still imagining his hands were on the back of the older boy’s head, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling him down closer to him, deeper into the kiss. There was something about this kiss though…something different that he couldn’t pinpoint right now, but he liked it. Liked how it felt more amazing than any other time he’d kissed Jonghun, more amazing than any other time he’d felt the older boy’s tongue against his own and the gentle sucking of his bottom lip that Jonghun always did as he pulled away just briefly enough to let Minhwan catch a breath of air. Jonghun trailed his kisses away from Minhwan’s lips to his other arm and Minhwan couldn’t help but let out a small whimper for him to come back. Jonghun didn’t though, much to Minhwan’s displeasure, but that was soon forgotten as one of Jonghun’s hands moved to Minhwan’s abdomen, the other continuing to hold his hips in place. He pulled against the cloth again, harder this time, as Jonghun’s fingers lightly brushed over the bulge of his underwear, intentionally or not, Minhwan wasn’t sure, but the cloth didn’t give. Minhwan didn’t even want to think how tight Jonghun must have tied it for him to not be able to break free. He squirmed slightly under Jonghun’s light touches, pushing his body up into them, but Jonghun just pulled away more, always leaving just the tips of his fingers in contact with Minhwan’s body.

“Hyung, please…” Minhwan nearly whimpered again as Jonghun slid his fingertips over Minhwan’s crotch and his toes curled into the sheets underneath him as he pushed against the hand on his hip again.

“Please, what Minhwannie?” Minhwan heard Jonghun’s voice whisper seductively in his ear although Minhwan was pretty sure he knew exactly what he wanted and this was all just part of his plan. Especially considering the fact that Jonghun kept…doing…it. Kept running his fingers ever so lightly along his quickly hardening erection and it was driving him crazy.

“You kno-” Minhwan’s word was cut short when he felt Jonghun’s breath over his lips as the older boy took them again in a kiss, catching Minhwan’s cries as he felt Jonghun’s agile fingers push past his waist band, freeing him from the strained cloth and wrapping his hand around him. The physical contact felt amazing and Minhwan really couldn’t stop himself as he pushed his hips up into the touch, his arms pulling on the restraints of his wrists once again as he squirmed under the touch, even as he continued the kiss with Jonghun. He soon felt the other boy climb over him, removing his hand and sitting lightly on his abdomen.

Minhwan felt Jonghun trail his kisses over to his ear, and felt him lift the blindfold ever so slightly to kiss it and whisper, “It’s okay, baby. Don’t get too impatient,” before putting it back down and pressing their lips together again. He willingly took the kiss, parting his lips for the older boy and sucking lightly on his tongue and his lip when he tried to pull away. All too soon again though, Minhwan was left disappointed as Jonghun left his mouth and moved the kisses down his chin, over his collarbone and chest, lingering at his nipple a little, swirling his tongue around it a few times before continuing down…down…Minhwan had a very bad feeling about this…

Soon he felt Jonghun’s breath on his erection and his toes curled again as his leg muscles tightened with the urge to thrust up again that became even harder to control as Jonghun slowly took him in his mouth. A small cry escaped him, though, before he managed to clench his teeth, but his fear that Jonghun would stop didn’t happen. Thank God. The warmth was almost more than his virgin body could take and he felt the heat quickly pooling in his abdomen. He knew he should stop him, knew he should allow himself to thrust into the warm mouth surrounding him to make him stop before he actually came, but he didn’t…want…to…it just felt so damn amazing. Another cry, louder this time as he pushed his head back into the pillow and he knew he was close. Jonghun pulled back, the tip of his tongue swirling around the head and Minhwan could hold back no more. “Hyung…” He moaned out in a wannabe warning as his hips jerked up several times, every time coming into Jonghun’s mouth and he could feel the older boy licking the tip clean.

Jonghun’s mouth was back on his in a matter of minutes, but this time with an obviously distinct salty taste. “Hyung,” Minhwan tried to get out between kisses. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be,” Jonghun said, landing another kiss on his bottom lip before taking a hold of the blindfold and lifting it up a little to rest on Minhwan’s forehead. “It’s normal, it being your first time and all.”

Minhwan squeezed his eyes shut then blinked them open again. “I still feel bad…” He said partly under his breath as he looked up to see Jonghun’s smile above him, his long black hair slightly disheveled, but just as he’d imagined it earlier. An embarrassed smile made it’s way across Minhwan’s lips as Jonghun took them again in a long string of kisses.

“You don’t have to.” Jonghun whispered. “It’s fine. I was expecting it.” He continued to encourage Minhwan between kisses, but it really did nothing to help him, especially the last one. Minhwan smirked a little against Jonghun’s lips as he lifted his legs around Jonghun’s waist and grinded his hips against his. It was Jonghun’s turn to let out a soft moan at the action. He pulled away from Minhwan just enough to look down in his eyes and Minhwan was sure Jonghun must have caught a glimpse of mischievousness there because he shook his head, a similar smirk appearing on his lips.

“I want you to continue.” Minhwan said, raising himself up as much as possible toward Jonghun’s ear as he whispered, “I want you to take me, Hyung.”

About forty-five minutes later Jonghun all but collapsed on top of Minhwan as he pulled out of him. They lay on the bed for a few moments while their breathing calmed down and Jonghun mindlessly rubbed circles on Minhwan’s chest, whispering things in his ear that Minhwan was barely comprehending. He was sore and sweaty and felt like he needed to take a shower more now than ever before in his life, but he could honestly say that had been the best experience of his life. Just the way that their bodies had fit together so well, had worked together and just the thought that now him and Jonghun has reached the last stage in their three year relationship and right now he felt as though nothing could go wrong. “I love you, Minhwannie.” He heard Jonghun say before kissing him on the cheek and reaching up to untie the cloth from around the younger boy’s wrists.

Minhwan smiled and attempted to lift his hands to Jonghun’s hair to bring him down in a kiss, but his arms wouldn’t move. He pouted his lower lip and Jonghun merely laughed, leaning down to kiss him, at the same time moving his arms manually down to his sides. “I love you, too Hyung. Thank you.” Jonghun laid down next to Minhwan, resting his head on his shoulder as he wrapped his other around his waist. Minhwan took in a deep breath and leaned his head against the top of Jonghun’s with a smile still plastered on his face. Yes, that had definitely been the most amazing experience to date, but he was sure he’d enjoy it more once he could move and… the thought that maybe he could top crossed his mind, but Minhwan simply laughed it away. He’d leave to topping to Jonghun for now. Someday, maybe, but right now he didn’t want to think about it. All he really wanted to do was sleep, so he closed his eyes and tried to even out his breathing and was sure that he’d have some amazing dreams that night.

Oneshot // You Make a Pretty Girl // Wonbin x Hongki

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 03:42:10 GMT

Title: You Make a Pretty Girl
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Wonbin x Hongki
Length: 935 words
Author's Note: Um...I got the prompt from the Suju prompt generator. and the dress was based on this picture :3

“You make such a pretty girl.”

I twirl in a circle in front of the full-length mirror that is propped up against my bedroom wall. The pink and white ruffles of my skirt brush my fingertips as the air lifts it a few inches. I stop, smiling as I adjust the cat-ear headband and the pink and white bow tie around my neck. I tug a little on the pinafore and pull up my thigh-high socks. I twirl again, only to stop part way to see you standing it the doorway, an obviously unhappy expression on your face. Sadly, I know exactly why, too. “Why are you wearing that dress?”

I allow a smirk to tug up the corner of my lips. “I was getting ready for you, love.” I say sweetly, taking a hold of your collar and pulling you down into a light kiss.

“But I asked you not to wear it anymore…”

Your voice is soft and loving as your hands push a few strands of hair behind my ear, removing the headband at the same time. I pout, but I know it won’t have any effect on you. “You just don’t like it because it turns you on and I know it.” I turn away from you, but you catch my face with your other hand, bringing me back to face you and landing another kiss on my mouth.

“That doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”

Your breath flows softly over my lips as you speak and I can’t help but feel the guilt creep up, the guilt I haven’t felt for three years, since the first time I met you. Your fingers lift the edge of the dress as your hand slides up my thigh over the white cotton stockings and you take my lips with your again.

“You make such a pretty girl.”

You told me that several times the first few times we were together, when you only saw me dressed as a girl. Sometimes I miss those days, miss the times when I was restricted by my own mind, yet free to do whatever I pleased. I only dressed in women’s clothes back then and most people never even knew I was a boy, but I liked it like that. I wore make up and dresses, stockings and high heels, but you…you noticed me for more than just the free spirit most did. You saw me as Lee Hongki, as a young boy trapped within his determination to be rebellious and different. You saw me for who I really was.

I never think I can thank you enough for what you’ve done for me, for my life, even now as you gently slide the pink fabric down over my shoulders, lips following closely after your fingers. The dress rustles as it hits the ground and you lift my arms around your neck and kiss me again, slowly pushing me back onto the bed. My lipstick is all but gone at this point and I know what’s coming next even before you reach for the towel. The rough fabric rubs over my face, taking the rest of the make-up off. It kind of hurts, but, being used to it, I don’t complain. “You know I hate when you wear make-up,” you say, but I know it’s just a front you put up because it reminds you of when I wasn’t yours alone.

“Don’t worry, Wonbin. I love you.” A smile crosses my face and is almost immediately mirrored on yours as you kiss me once again, your fingers winding through my hair, pulling it out of it’s hairspray.

“I know. I’m not worried about that.” So you say, but I see the way you watch me whenever I go out alone and I noticed the way your voice sounds when you call me when I’ve been out for too long. I leave it alone, though. I don’t want to start anything so I just nod and kiss you again before you trail your lips down over my collarbone to my chest. You push down the stockings, leaving your kisses to take them off and you look me over with another smile. I know this is your favorite way to see me, completely naked and vulnerable, no make-up or hair spray, nothing but air between us. This is my favorite way to be with you as well. Not because of the reasons most people would think, but because I was like this when you first told me you wanted to be with me for more than just a night, more than what you could pay. You wanted to be with me forever.

“You make such a pretty girl, Hongki, but you make a much prettier boy.”

It was also at that time when you first told me that and that phrase has brought me through so many things, so many phases where I’ve wanted to go back to being a girl, back to being on the streets. But I always remember your voice and your words and when I do, it makes me smile and I always grab my jeans and head back into the bathroom to change. “Thank you, Wonbin,” I whisper against your lips, but you don’t say anything, just take them again as your hand caresses my thigh again, this time without the hindrance of the fabric. I raise my own hand to the back of your head and pull you down deeper into the kiss as you make me feel like a boy again. A boy that we both love.

“You make a much prettier boy.”

Oneshot // Ignorance is Bliss // Wonbin x Jaejin

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 03:44:54 GMT

Title: Ignorance is Bliss
Rating: PG
Paring: Wonbin x Jaejin
Length: 848 words
Author's Note: Just a little thing I threw together because Krystal wrote a story for Lizzi and I. I've never written Jaebin before so this was an experience. I'm now trying to successfully write one of every FTI pairing 8D

Whenever I saw the way your fingers glided along the strings of your bass as you practiced, it made me want to take those fingers in my own, hold them tight and press sweet kisses to them. Call it stalker-ish, call it weird, call it what you want, but I still can’t ever get over how free and amazing you are when you play. I always wish I could be like that. Wish I could play just because I want to, play because it was my passion; play with the intensity and the love for the game like you do. I wish it were a game for me. When I play, though…I’ve always been forced to play my guitar. My father was a guitarist and forced me to learn from a young age. It’s all I really know how to do, but I…I don’t hate it, but I don’t like it. I’ve always wanted to be a singer. My father always discouraged me from singing because ‘singers don’t make enough money. If you go on gigs with more than one artist, imagine all the money you could rake in.’ But I find the same passion when I sing that I see in you when you play. And if I were to sing with you playing, I believed we could make beautiful music together.

I eventually approached you to see if maybe you’d want to join me in a talent contest. With your bass and my vocals together, we could make the world see how talented and passionate we were. You told me that you’d join me on one condition but refuse to tell me what it is beforehand. Desperate, I told you yes and even to this day I’ve never regretted it. I found out later that you actually had more than one, but the first one you gave me was that you’re friend Jonghun had to play guitar for us. I reluctantly allowed it, but only because I want to keep you around. Jonghun was almost as amazing a player as you were and I knew for a fact that he was much better on guitar than I was so I played back up guitar and sang. I was fine with that.

We practiced and practiced and practiced for hours on end and for days in a row, only taking breaks on the weekends. We practiced every lunch period and every day after school for the next two months, anticipation for the big day building and building until there were some days where I couldn’t take it anymore. Finally the day came and the three of us stood on the stage in front of the audience that filled the auditorium. My heart raced and I swallowed hard. It’ll be fine, Wonbin. Everything is fine. I had to tell myself more than once even before the song started. I heard you and Jonghun talking about something behind me, but at that point I couldn’t care less. As the cue started and you two started playing the tune I knew so well a huge smile crossed my face. I sang as best I could and as the song ended, I knew it had been better than any practice we’d done yet.

The blood rushed through my head and my heart beat so fast I could barely hear what was going on out on the stage after we left, but it was enough to know that the group right after us was pretty good as well and I knew we’d have competition. But I was confident. Confident in our skills and our performance and the confidence was not to waste. Only an hour later they announced the winner and when I heard our group name called I was so excited I had to hold back the tears. I felt you take my hand as we ascended the stairs to the stage. Whether you knew how I would react to seeing the other group on the stage as well or not, I don’t know, but when I saw them, my breath caught in my throat and I just about froze. Your hand in mine, though, made me keep going. Your fingers laced through mine…I lost track of what happened then and the next thing I remember is backstage again when I was pressing your fingertips to my lips just like I’d imagined so often. I don’t remember accepting the award or the cheers from the fans or the surprise contract offer that was made for us to combine with the other group to form one new band or even thanking everybody for liking our music, although I’m sure I did all that.

I remember the first time your lips touched mine with an encouraging ‘I knew you could do it’ on them and the subsequent kisses. This, I found out, had been your other unspoken condition. I still don’t know how you would have gotten me in that position if I hadn’t fallen for you on my own, but I don’t bother to ask. As they say, ignorance is bliss, right?

Oneshot // Sing For Me // Hongki x Wonbin, Wonbin x Minhwan

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 04:20:05 GMT

Title: Sing for Me
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Hongki/Wonbin, Wonbin/Minhwan
Length: 3,947
Warnings: Character Death
Author's Note: This story is kind of depressing and pretty much angst with a little bit of fluff thrown in. I don't know why I was in such an angsty mood T_____T I hope you enjoy anyway!

Hongki’s breath is surprisingly cold against Wonbin’s hot, sweat-covered skin as both of them struggle to breathe and their breaths are coming fast in desperate attempts to calm their heavily beating hearts. They lay on the bed in the aftermath of their first night together, Wonbin’s head resting in the crook of Hongki’s neck. Hongki’s fingers gently rub the younger boy’s back as he runs the fingers of his other hand through Wonbin’s wet hair and kisses his cheek softly, whispering “I love you” quietly, truthfully, in his ear. Despite this, Wonbin only feels the few tears that slip down his cheek.

“Wonbin-ah, are you okay?” Hongki’s words are soft and gentle and they catch Wonbin slightly off guard. He swallows hard, not realizing Hongki can see the tears, and nods. “Why are you crying?” Wonbin knows it was eventually going to come to this, but he doesn’t know if he’s quite ready to explain. He knows he has to now or never, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready.

“It…it’s hard to explain,” he says, doing his best to wipe his tears on the pillow before pulling back just enough to look into Hongki’s eyes and presses his lips against Hongki’s, an apology he can’t voice lingering on them, and he hopes Hongki understands the message. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

Hongki’s fingers continue their gentle massage as Wonbin moves down to comfortably rest his head on his lover’s chest, listening to the still rapid beating of his heart, and takes in a deep breath. The older boy hasn’t said anything, but Wonbin didn’t miss the concerned look in his eyes when he’d kissed him, and he knows that Hongki is simply waiting for Wonbin to find the right words to say. Just start from the beginning. He takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, letting it carry away his reserves.

“When…when I was younger, like way younger, probably eight or so,” he begins and he feels Hongki take a hold of his hand. “My parents and I moved into a new apartment. It was quite a long way from where I had lived until then and, being an only child and having to leave all my friends behind, I got lonely really fast. So my parents went and talked to one of the neighbors and it turned out they had a son too. They arranged a quote-unquote ‘play-date’ and although their son, Minhwan, was almost three years younger than me, we got along really well.” Wonbin brings his hand up to brush away a strand of hair from his face, but Hongki stops him, instead pushing it behind his ear and brushing his fingers against Wonbin’s cheek to wipe away a few lingering tears.

“We continued to hang out and play together and since he was the only other child in our area, we grew really close and by the time I turned twelve we were near inseparable. We went everywhere together, well, as everywhere as we could go together.” Wonbin quickly adds at the end, realizing Hongki might not even want to hear this and that he’s just babbling. “His school was right next to mine so we would walk to school together and after school, I got out before him so I’d wait for him to get out to walk home with him as well.” He pauses again, knowing that if Hongki doesn’t want to hear this he’ll stop him. Instead Hongki’s thumb caresses the top of his hand as a sign to continue talking.

“We used to…go out grocery shopping for our parents and, on occasion, with our parents whenever they were in the mood to accompany us. And there was hardly ever a night we didn’t spend at each other’s house.” Wonbin swallows hard as he remembers the times he’s describing, he’s recalling, after so long of trying not to think about them. He remembers how he and Minhwan got scolded one time for holding hands, his mom telling them not to do it because it made them look gay and how they would sneak away from the adults every time after that, making sure to always stay at least two aisles over until they were leaving. They even stayed later sometimes just to walk around and look at stuff and have a good time before walking home. And then there were the times they would be with Minhwan’s father who hated them walking home alone so he’d always come looking for them when he was getting ready to leave. Of course neither of them wanted to go home, so they’d hide amongst the wine or the magazines where they knew his dad wouldn’t look for a while.

Wonbin feels the tears well up in his eyes again and he closes his eyes tightly to try and hold them back, but it doesn’t work and they overflow straight onto Hongki’s bare chest. He doesn’t even try to wipe them away this time, allowing Hongki to clear them with his thumb. It’s still a gentle touch that tells him he’s still listening, but it does nothing to help his tears. He feels a sudden urge to apologize. Apologize for being so emotional, for bringing Minhwan up at this time and not before, for being so stupid and not letting go of his past like he knows he should. “Hongki-ah…” he says through his tears and feels the other place a small kiss on the top of his head as the grip on his hand became tighter. Wonbin takes in another deep breath to try again to calm himself before continuing.

“The…The kids at school used to tease me and call me weird for hanging out with a primary school kid, but I always told them that we weren’t actually ‘hanging out,’ it was per his parents request that I walked home with him. Looking back on it now, I see that they actually realized before I did what I felt for Minhwan, but I didn’t really think to make it not obvious, even as I got older and entered high school. I only ever hung out with my school friends during school and the half an hour after while I waited for Minhwan to get out of his classes. I never invited them over to my house or went over to theirs and I never went to anyone’s birthday parties, even if I was invited. Some of them called me anti-social, but…- Have you ever…felt something so strong toward someone that you…you want to spend all your time with them? That any minute you spend without them is wasted and you don’t want to waste your time on other people?” He leaves the question open, wondering if anyone but him has ever felt that way before and briefly wondering if Minhwan had felt the same back then. He pushes the thought to the back of his mind, not wanting to bring that possibility to light. He doesn’t expect Hongki to answer him at all but to his surprise he feels the hand that, just a moment ago, was rubbing his back, now embracing him tightly and Wonbin somehow understands. Hongki feels the same way about him.

A sad, slightly guilty smile crosses his lips at this newfound knowledge. “The day he turned twelve, I set up an entire birthday party for him, I even invited some his friends from school that he’d introduced me to previously. It was really a blast, we had noraebang and some other games and in general it was just a great time. At the end of it, when I was walking him home…he couldn’t stop thanking me and…and I remember that was the first time he told me that he really liked my singing voice. Until then I’d secretly wanted to be a singer, only mentioned it once or twice, but I’d never had the nerve to sing in front of other people, so it made me really happy to hear that from him.” Minhwan’s words began running through Wonbin’s head as he remembered that night and the memory of the young boy’s voice is almost enough to cause tears in Wonbin’s eyes again, but he holds them back properly this time as he lifts his head to turn on his other side, pressing a kiss to Hongki’s chest in the process.

“There was this park next to our complex that we used to frequent and that night…I was pushing him on the swing and he had asked me to sing for him so I was singing whatever came to my head because it was his birthday and I felt bad denying him. I sang to him for…hours, probably, before we finally decided to head home. But…” a small laugh escapes Wonbin at the next memory. “I remember he told me to close my eyes because he wanted to play a little game, so I did, to indulge him, y’know. He caught me off guard with the kiss he gave me then. He told me it was something he saw in a movie and his mom had told him it was something you do with people you like. I’m still not sure if he truly understood what kissing meant at that time, but I told him we could continue to do it as long as our parents didn’t ever find out.” Wonbin feels Hongki’s fingers move from his back to his hair, gently pulling their way through the drying locks. He kind of wishes he would say something so he doesn’t think he sounds so idiotic saying these things, but he knows Hongki’s not a mind reader.

Wonbin hesitates, trying to think of where to go next when he feels Hongki lift his hand to his lips, kissing his fingers encouragingly. Wonbin smiles at the action, gripping his lover’s hand tighter, closing his eyes to listen to Hongki’s now calm heartbeat in his ear and it’s strangely comforting. “Although we never really said it, I guess we both just knew we were kinda, sorta together. We would sneak each other little kisses whenever we could, be it in a store with no one around or when we were alone out in the park or one of our rooms. There was one time about eight or nine months later when we were together in his room that we almost got to carried away. It really wasn’t until we were both naked that I forced myself to stop us. I wanted it to mean more than just a spur of the moment thing and on top of that neither of us knew what we were doing. We both agreed to wait until he was eighteen and we knew it was a long to wait, but we vowed to make it.” Wonbin bites the inside of his lip, feeling slightly uncomfortable talking about this with Hongki, but continued, knowing he couldn’t stop now.

“A…about a year later Minhwan got really sick and was out of school for about two weeks. He had a high fever and was really tired all the time, so it just seemed like the flu or a cold. It was really odd for him to be sick for that long, seeing as he usually recovered really quickly from illness, even the flu. I was really worried about him, but I knew he would get better, he always did. What really frightened me was when I went by his house one day and they weren’t there. My parents told me he’d been taken to the hospital, but I couldn’t go see him yet. I’ve never been as scared as I was at that point in time. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt that way, but I loved him. I sometimes believe I loved him more than I loved myself. I didn’t want to admit there was something so wrong with him that I couldn’t see him. I barely drug myself to school for the next week and the first day I didn’t even make it. I stopped when I got to the corner outside the complex and sat on the ground crying. I was a sixteen-year-old boy sitting against a planter on the corner of a major intersection, crying.” Wonbin feels the pain in his heart start to grow as he recalls just what it felt like that day. What it felt like to not know whether he was ever going to see Minhwan again and if he did what condition he’d be, would he even want to see him? He feels Hongki kiss his fingers again before holding them against his cheek, but he was still as silent as ever.

“When I finally was able to see him the next week, he looked so pale and was hooked up to all sorts of IVs. He looked more scared than I felt although I hadn’t thought that possible. I asked him what was wrong and he told me the doctors hadn’t even told him yet. I stayed the rest of the day with him, holding his hand and just talking with him and watching him sleep when he was too tired to do anything else. Later that evening the doctor came into the room and asked me to leave. My heart raced, but Minhwan told him that I had to stay with him for whatever news he had to give. I held tight to his hand and even tighter when the doctor told us that Minhwan had a rare case of Leukemia. Neither of us…really believed him at first, and surprisingly or not, Minhwan was the first one to talk. What he asked the doctor though…I’ll never forget the way his voice just stayed so calm and…well…accepting. ‘How long do I have left to live’? When I heard those words…especially coming from his mouth…it was like a huge blow to my chest.” A shiver makes it way through Wonbin’s body as a cold breeze blows through the slightly open window. He brings his arms in closer to Hongki’s body underneath him as the older boy grabs the blanket from beside them and pulls it over their bodies, holding it close and tight around them.

Wonbin lifts his head to look in Hongki’s eyes, silently thanking him with a kiss before shifting slightly and laying his head down on his shoulder. “Over the next month or so, they put him through chemotherapy, and Hongki, it might have scared me more than it scared him. He always went in for treatment looking so…so brave, so ready to face whatever he had to. I…Hongki, I was more in denial than he was. I couldn’t accept that his time here was limited, that he wouldn’t be able to spend the rest of his life with me, and he just…” He takes in a deep, unsteady breath. “He just knew he didn’t have the time to screw around and waste his time. They told him he would live at least another five or six years, but I always insisted that he’d be around another ten or twenty, continue to be there with me my whole life. I always played it off as a joke…” His next breath came more struggled than the last as he blinked the tears out of his eyes. “Early the next year, after he’d gone through therapy after therapy and they had even been going to try a bone marrow transplant, but couldn’t find anyone that matched well enough to perform it and he kept relapsing over and over again, he came to me and told me in all seriousness that he wanted to…he wanted…me. I told him that we’d vowed not to until he was eighteen. And everyone said he would live that long, it wasn’t just me being hopeful that time. He said that he really wanted to do it then, that it just felt right.” The memories of the tears that had filled Minhwan’s eyes and the way the young boy’s voice had cracked as he had tried to explain to Wonbin how much he’d felt that it was right that night brought the tears back to his eyes. “That night was the first time…the first time he actually said he loved me, but it was also our first real fight. I was stupid, Hongki, stupid for denying him. He knew better than anyone that he wouldn’t make it and I was too far in denial to believe him.”

The tears come freely now and Hongki once again massages Wonbin’s lower back gently, the other hand rubbing his shoulder as Wonbin buries his face in the blanket around his neck, trying to stop the tears enough to speak again. He vividly remembers the way Minhwan’s then bald head had felt under his fingers and the lingering taste of the medication on his lips when they’d kissed. The way he’d always start to look so healthy, but would just relapse again and go back to being pale and sickly. Wonbin hadn’t cared, though. He’d loved him the whole way, but he just wished he’d given him what he wanted while he still could have. “Later that year…” Wonbin starts, keeping his head down toward the blanket and trying his hardest to keep his voice steady. “He developed anemia because of his cancer and had to start taking pills for that as well. He received blood transfusions and I even donated as much as I could to him…he was okay for a while, but it steadily got worse and he was starting to have to be hospitalized more often. I remember…it got really, really cold that year…and with his immune system in the horrible shape it was and him insisting on being at his house with me rather than the hospital where he was uncomfortable and alone more than not, he…he developed pneumonia on top of everything else…” Wonbin remembers the strained sound of Minhwan’s coughs and his shallow breathing accompanied by the pained expression on his face. The reluctance Minhwan had had to go back to the hospital…the feeling that Wonbin constantly had in the back of his mind that all of this had been his fault…

“They…they wouldn’t let me in to seem him for the longest time because he was contagious and I could only watch him from outside his bedroom window…I don’t know if you can understand just how awful it was for me to watch him be in so much pain and not be able to be in the room with him to comfort him and…just…be with him. As stupid as this sounds, I used to bring my notebook with me and write messages to him then hold them up to the window to encourage him and let him know I was still there for him. It was the most beautiful thing to see him smile on those days…” A small smile crosses Wonbin’s lips, but quickly fades as he begins again. “He died two weeks later…they only let me go in and see him once before it happened and the first thing he asked was for me to sing to him. I sang him the same song I’d sung to him in the park that night on his twelfth birthday and…” Wonbin shuts his eyes tightly, thinking back to how they’d both cried that day as he’d sung to him and the sound of Minhwan’s strained voice as he tried to talk to him and tell him over and over how much he loved him. Wonbin had barely been able to gather his voice enough say the words back to him as the tears came and came and came. He also remembers the risk he’d taken just to give his love one last real kiss because, although he would have never admitted it aloud, he’d known in his heart that he’d never see his boyfriend again. “The doctors let me stay the night, but I was asleep when he actually died. I’d fallen asleep holding his hand and I was awakened by the…the flat line of his heart rate. That…that was the worst night…of my life…” He bites his lip to try and remain calm. He’s tired of crying, tired of this. It’s been three years and he’d decided earlier that night that he was moving on. He takes in a slow, deep breath, squeezing his eyes tight again and lets it out. He feels the gentle brush of Hongki’s fingers under his chin, lifting his mouth to his own and lightly kissing his lips through the dry tears, reminding him that he was still there for him.

“I fell into depression then and even considered dropping out of school. I just couldn’t concentrate anymore, but a couple weeks later his parents told me they would give me the money they had been saving for his college if I would complete school. I didn’t do it because of that, though. I did it because I knew Minhwan would have wanted me too. You were the first person I talked to besides my parents and his parents after he died…I just wanted to be distanced from everyone, but when you came and sat next to me that day and started talking to me…” Wonbin moves his arm to wrap around Hongki as best as he can, hugging him tightly. “You know Hongki…why I waited until today for us to do this…it’s stupid really, but…it would have been Minhwan’s eighteenth birthday…” Hongki’s silence is almost deafening, but Wonbin is still oddly comforted by his steadily beating heart and the fingers still mindlessly massaging the back of his neck. “Hongki…meeting you was the best thing that could have happened to me and you’ve helped me more than you know. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably still be the depressed mess I was when I met you that first week of class. And…tonight…at first it was about it being Minhwan’s eighteenth birthday, but…I realized recently that when this night came it would really be more…me finally getting over his death once and for all and moving on like he’d want me to.” Wonbin raises his head, catching Hongki’s gaze and faint smile. “I loved him with all my being, and I always will, but I love you now Hongki.”

Wonbin sits up to press his lips to the older boy’s again and Hongki’s fingers brush back a piece of hair from his face as he finally speaks. “Will you sing for me, Wonbin?” Wonbin’s eyes grow wide for a split second at the unexpected request, but he takes in a deep breath and smiles, nodding. “I haven’t sung since Minhwan died, so…I don’t know how good my voice is still…” He says, but the words from the song he’d sung to Minhwan come flooding vividly back to memory and he nods again for good measure then clears his throat.

“Even if the world is hard to bear, when I see you
I can feel the breeze upon my heart
Is this living or is this happiness?
Whatever it is, I'm feeling it now.

Even if my whole day has been gloomy, when I see you
I can feel the sunlight on my hair
Is this surprising feeling love?
There are perks to waiting”

The smile on Hongki’s lips as Wonbin finishes makes him smile as well and he leans down once more to kiss the older boy. As he pulls away he feels Hongki’s warm breath on his lips as he speaks again. “You really do have a beautiful voice, Wonbin.” Their lips meet again in a longer kiss, Hongki’s hand slipping behind Wonbin’s neck. “I love you, too.”

Oneshot // Where he belongs // Shindong x Yesung

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 10:48:03 GMT

Title: Where he belongs
Rating: R
Pairing: Yesung x Shindong
Length: 2958 words
Author's Note: Written off a prompt given by stevenghost .
"Twelve years in the future" from this story.

Yesung felt the familiar pressure build up in his abdomen, a pressure so beautiful yet so betraying at the same time. The warm water sprayed down onto his body from above and more than steam fogged his mind. These thoughts were the same that so often led him back to many years ago. Back to years he’d still not forgotten, filled with memories he wished were still reality. Memories he more often than not recalled at times most people would deem inappropriate.

The pressure released and Yesung relaxed back against the edge of the tub as he felt the water immediately wash all those memories down the drain once again and slowly bring him back to reality. He took in a deep breath and sighed as he opened his eyes to the bright bathroom light reflecting off the white ceiling just in time to hear the doorbell ring.

Shindong smiled as he casually walked up to the front door of the house he had known to be Yesung’s and knocked hoping he still lived here. He gripped the box of chocolates tightly in his hands behind his back and his heart sped with the thought of seeing his boyfriend again. He hoped that Yesung would be just as excited as he was for them to see each other again after so long although he had no doubt in his mind that he would. A million things for them to do together now that he was back ran through his mind, the most pleasing of which included going back to his hotel room and spending the day romping together in the feathery bed, but all of them came to an abrupt halt as the door slowly opened. He could only imagine the look on his face when he saw a woman with a small child on her hip standing in front of him. He would have immediately assumed that he’d gotten the wrong house, that Yesung had moved in the time they’d been apart, if it weren’t for the fact the child she held looked exactly like his old lover, black poof of hair, wide eyes, beautiful smile, baby-cheeks and all. “I-is Yesung here?”

The look on the woman’s face told Shindong that she recognized him from somewhere yet couldn’t quite place him, a photo maybe? “My name is Shindong, I’m an old friend of his.” The look turned to understanding and he vaguely wondered if she could possibly know about their past relationship although he was almost positive Yesung wouldn’t have told her if for nothing else other than to spare his relationship with her from the tension that it might cause.

“Oh yeah, he’s shown me pictures of you two together. I’m Soojung, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She smiled and her smile was one of the sweetest and most sincere Shindong had ever seen. So she didn’t know, which was a good thing for everyone. “You can come on in and sit down, I believe he just finished his shower so I’ll go tell him you’re here.” She entered the house and set the child down on the ground, unknowingly mimicking Shindong’s action as he placed the chocolates against the wall outside the house.

There was a short period between the time Soojung left and when Yesung came out into the living room where Shindong was seated, but it was too long for Shindong’s comfort. The whole feel of this house seemed uneasy to him and as he watched the young child crawl around and play with his toys there was an emotion present in his mind that he’d never experienced before. It felt a little like jealousy but he knew what that felt like and it felt as though there was something else. Something kind of like…understanding. He supposed it had been quite selfish of him to expect Yesung to wait for him for nine years, huh? A soft smile crossed his lips and the thought of just leaving right now crossed his mind, but left almost immediately as Yesung turned the corner and their eyes met.

Shindong immediately stood up and bowed, Yesung doing the same thing.

“A-ah, Shindong,” Yesung stuttered, eyes barely meeting those of his old lover’s.

“Yesung.” He licked his lips, unsure of how to begin, where to start, what to say. They hadn’t seen each other for nine years, and he came back to Yesung’s wife and child. What could he say? “Ah, he’s adorable,” he said after a few moments of awkward silence, motioning towards the child on the floor who was now chewing on the corner of an oversized block.

“Th-thanks. He’s a great kid.” He idly kicked the floor, pressing his toe into the carpet. “I-”

“Can-”

They both stopped and laughed, each of them motioning for the other to talk first. “Go on,” Yesung said softly, smiling.

“Can we…talk?” It was a basic sentence, but Yesung knew what he was asking – could they talk alone where his wife couldn’t hear.

“Sure.” He called back to Soojung, telling her they were going to talk outside for a bit, before leading him out the front door and onto the porch. “Shindong, I know it’s-”

“Don’t even worry about it, Yesung.” He ran his hand through his hair and tried not to look the older boy in the eyes, hoped that all the feelings he’d had for Yesung weren’t obvious, knowing that Yesung had always been too good at reading him. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry, Shindong, I really am.” Shindong could hear the honest sincerity in his hyung’s voice and he shook his head, waving his hand dismissively as he reached down to grab the chocolates he’d abandoned before.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Yesung. I shouldn’t have expected you to wait that long for me. I should have known you would move on with your life.” He could hear the tears he was trying to suppress and hoped to god that Yesung couldn’t hear them too. He turned back around to face Yesung, only to be engulfed in the older man’s embrace before he could give him the present he’d brought. Yesung’s breath was slightly staggered as it hit his neck; Shindong dropped his shoulders comfortingly, wrapping his arms around him and lightly resting his head on his.

“I’ve missed you.”

The words were whispered quietly into his shoulder and Shindong wasn’t even sure if he’d heard them right, but he figured he had when he felt Yesung’s fingers tightly grip the back of his shirt. “I missed you, too” he replied, tightening his embrace and he could feel warm tears start to wet the shoulder of his shirt.

The silence that fell over them was an unexpectedly comfortable one, the rhythmic beating of Shindong’s heart contrasting Yesung’s own rapid one. This had been such a surprise to him that he barely had time to control his emotions, which would explain why the tears wouldn’t stop coming. He kept a tight hold on the fabric of Shindong’s shirt as the younger man whispered back to him that he had also missed him and that he still loved him. Yesung couldn’t believe this was all happening and silently hoped to God that his wife wouldn’t come outside right now.

He felt stupid for thinking that this man would never come back to him and as he held him in his arms after so long he honestly never want to let him go again. Sure he had moved on with his life and they’d both changed a lot, Shindong, he noted, had lost quite a bit of weight, but it was just so wonderful to have him back again. It was amazing to feel him in his arms again, remember his scent and his voice neither of which had changed much but both of which brought all the memories that had started fading back, flooding his mind with images that he wanted to be present in his life again, he wanted them as a couple to be present in his life again. But he knew Shindong too well to think he would ever allow that now that he knew he had a wife and child with one on the way, although he was sure Shindong hadn’t noticed that.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else?” Yesung heard Shindong’s low voice suggest, interrupting his thoughts, and he knew that was probably the best idea. He dropped his arms to his sides, letting go of his ex-lover, and nodded his head as he rubbed his eyes, attempting to dry the tears as best he could.

“Yeah.” He looked up to meet Shindong’s eyes, seeking approval to make sure his eyes were dry and when the younger boy nodded, he smiled and turned back toward the door.

When he entered, he noticed his wife sitting on the couch with their son, Changhee, watching something on TV. He didn’t bother to look to see what program it was, instead just kissing the top of Soojung’s head. “Shindong and I are going to go to the bar downtown to catch up, I won’t be home until later tonight alright? Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be sure to get home safe, I promise.” She nodded and leaned her head to kiss him properly as he ruffled the hair of the young boy on her lap. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby” she responded, smiling. “Have fun.”

“Alright, let’s go” he tilted his head toward Shindong’s car parked on the curb, taking the younger boy’s hand in his own and letting out a sigh of relief, but he was quickly stopped when Shindong didn’t move. “What’s wrong?” He turned to see his ex-lover holding out a small box of chocolates.

“Do you remember that valentines day twelve years ago?” Yesung swallowed hard. Shindong hadn’t expected him to move on. His eyes darted from the box to the eyes of the man holding it and back again as he slowly nodded. How could he have forgotten? He had tried his hardest this whole time not to forget anything from the times they were together, even though he should have been forgetting them to focus on his current life, for those had been the best times of his life. He had tried to hold on to everything as best he could – every kiss, every touch, every long night they spent together; every bored afternoon they spent playing video games, so many of their dates. It had been nine years, but he hadn’t moved on. Yes, he loved his wife and son and he devoted his life to taking care of them, but that didn’t stop him from remembering and loving every moment he’d ever had with Shindong. Especially that day so many long years ago that had been the last valentines they’d spent actually spent physically together.

He took a hold of the box and lowered his head in thanks. “Maybe…we should go now.”

The way to the bar took longer than Yesung had remembered it taking and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad. Either way though, by the time they arrived neither of them was very up for even getting out of the car. A touch of a hand had led to a brush of hair and a small kiss had led to Yesung climbing over the center console as soon as the car had been placed in park, his mouth pressed against the other’s in a hungry urge of want and need. It had been so long he’d really forgotten just how much he loved this man and every little thing about him, from the way his lips readily parted to the way his hands still knew the perfect ways to touch Yesung to have him making soft noises in the back of his throat.

It felt too right to have him back, too good to be able to hold and kiss him as if it was only yesterday they saw each other last. They still fit perfectly in each other’s arms. “Shindong,” he said softly, pulling away as the younger man’s lips trailed down to his neck, loving every touch, every kiss left in their wake. “Shindong…”

The drinks never happened, though they both knew it probably wouldn’t have anyway. They didn’t even get out of the car. As soon as Shindong’s hands attempted to slide down the front of Yesung’s jeans, they both knew – they needed a hotel more than anything. They had quickly checked in, barely able to keep their eyes, much less their hands, off each other in the elevator on the way up, and there was little Shindong could do to not push Yesung against the wall and pick up where they’d left off in the car.

But they did eventually make it to the room. Clothes were torn off in a frenzy, though Yesung’s shirt was still hanging on by a sleeve, frantic kisses were placed on any inch of skin they could get to, and Yesung was straddling Shindong to the bed quicker than either of them could comprehend. It didn’t take long for them to finish, longer before they could go again, and the second time went too fast for their liking. Yesung’s fingers tangled in Shindong’s hair, pressing his nose against the sweaty strands as he came over the younger boy’s hand, a strangled moan escaping his throat. Shindong raised his head to take Yesung’s mouth in a passionate kiss that continued through Shindong’s orgasm as well, stopping only briefly when Yesung rolled over onto the bed, but was restarted as Shindong followed him.

“I love you.” Yesung whispered against Shindong’s lower lip, but before he could initiate another kiss, Shindong turned away slightly.

“You have a wife, Yesung.” Yesung should have seen this coming. “How can you say that knowing she and your son are waiting for you at home?”

“That didn’t bother you so much a moment ago, Shindong.” The spite in his voice was completely unintentional. “I want to stay with you, Shindong. I love you. I miss you. I never wanted us to end. I married her because she’s liked me since high school and I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Shindong sat up on the bed beside the older boy, his face downcast. “I understand that. I love you too, Yesung. I love you and miss you and it hurts that you thought I wouldn’t come back, but if you’d only been married to her it would be a completely different scenario. I would have gladly been all for it, been right there asking you to divorce her and come back with me, but you have a son Yesung. And he needs a father. I won’t let you leave that. Besides, don’t you love your wife? I know you, Yesung. I know you wouldn’t marry someone just because they loved you.”

Yesung hesitated before also sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. If he had known one simple phrase would have been blown so out of proportion, he would have tried to refrain from saying it, but there was no way he could stop it now. “I…I do. But I love y-”

“Yesung listen to me. You may love me more, but” Shindong reached his arms around Yesung’s arms and rested his chin on the older boy’s shoulder, whispering lightly in his ear. “But what about your son? Surely you love him.”

Yesung leaned his head against Shindong’s and nodded, defeated. “With all my heart.” Both of them. But now didn’t seem like an appropriate time to say that. “I know I have to go back to them, but can I at least spend the night with you?”

A smile crossed Shindong’s lips as he tilted his head and gently nipped at Yesung’s ear. “You think I can deny that? I’ll take you home in the morning, but…” he landed a kiss in the crook of the older boy’s neck “are you sure Soojung won’t mind?”

Yesung met Shindong’s lips once again with his own. “It’ll be fine. I’ll just tell her we got too drunk to drive home.”

The next morning Yesung stood outside Shindong’s car in front of his house as he gave him one last kiss. “I’ll miss you. Don’t get too lonely without me,” he laughed, his arms embracing the younger man tightly, savoring the feel of it so he’d have something to remember in the many, many years to come.

“Can we still meet up and talk and be friends?” The words hit Yesung’s heart like a knife and he shook his head as he let go of his ex-lover.

“I…I don’t think so. Talk, yes, but I don’t know if I’d be able to restrain myself if we ever saw each other again.” Another sad smile and Yesung took several steps back to watch Shindong climb back in his car.

“I love you.” The words were mouthed, not spoken, but Yesung knew the weight carried on them. The heaviest three words anyone could ever say. He waved as Shindong drove away, watching the younger man’s car until it was out of sight before heading back up to the house.

He opened the door to be greeted by Changhee and Soojung, who both wore smiles on at the sight of him. Placing one hand over his wife’s stomach and ruffling his son’s hair with the other, he gently placed a kiss on her lips and told her just how much he did love her - the heaviest words - and upon hearing them repeated back at him and seeing the genuine smile on both their faces, he knew this was where he belonged.

Oneshot // Sea (Do You Remember) // Shiwon x Sungmin

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 23:44:14 GMT

Title: Sea (Do You Remember?)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shiwon x Sungmin
Length: 649 words
Author's Note: #29 for the 100 fic challenge. Archive found here :)

“Do you remember when we used to run along the shore and make sand castles when we were younger, Shiwon?” Sungmin asks the younger boy sitting next to him as the cold ocean tide comes in close and hits his toes. He curls them in the cool sand, tightening the embrace around his knees and leaning his head against Shiwon’s shoulder padded by his jacket.

“Of course I do.” Shiwon smiles, placing a kiss on the top of Sungmin’s blonde hair then resting his cheek against it as he wraps his arm around the smaller boy and holds him close. “Do you miss those times?”

“Of course I do.” Sungmin answers quietly and, dropping one hand to the ground, he starts to draw mindless designs in the sand. They sit in silence for a bit, the cool ocean breeze continuing to hit both of them lightly. Shiwon thinks back to the years when he and Sungmin and their parents lived in an apartment together. He was eight at the time, Sungmin just a few months older than he and their parents were business partners who owned a little smoothie shop along the shore. He really misses those days as well, the days when neither of them had anything but themselves to worry about, free to do whatever they wanted as long as their parents approved.

“Sungmin-hyung.” Shiwon says suddenly and quietly as he comes out of his reminiscent reverie to get the attention of the older boy. Sungmin glances up at him, his eyes wide with curiosity along with the adoration that was always there when they were together. Shiwon takes a hold of the older boy’s hand as he stands up from his seat.

“Where’re we-” Sungmin tries to ask, but his words are cut off as Shiwon runs a straight line into the incoming tide, pulling Sungmin along after him and throwing aside all worries they may have had of whether their clothes would get wet or how they might possibly get sick or someone would find them out here together this late at night. Shiwon stops abruptly and turns, scooping up a handful of water and before Sungmin could completely catch up to his lover, the younger boy tossed the cold sea water onto Sungmin’s face catching him completely off guard.

Shiwon can’t help but laugh out loud at the look of surprise on his boyfriend’s face before running a few feet away as the surprise turns to a smirk and soon both of them are chasing the other with water and sand and a certain happiness neither of them have felt for a long time. Suddenly Shiwon’s foot hits a rock and he trips, falling into Sungmin in front of him and they both laugh it off as they move up the shore out of the water once again. “Are you alright?” Sungmin asks, slight concern lacing his voice as he crawls up in front of the younger boy, but Shiwon just nods his head and knows he’ll be fine. A smile crosses his lips as he sees Sungmin sitting in front of him on all fours and he leans forward to give the older boy a small peck on the lips before laying back on the sand, his arms and legs spread. Sungmin gives him a knowing smile and whispers a quiet “sand angels” as he scoots up to straddle Shiwon’s torso and Shiwon nods slightly.

Sungmin leans down to gently press his lips against Shiwon’s and the younger boy knows that both of them will remember this night long into the month, even when they are both back at work or dealing with whatever problems will be nagging them then. But for now he lets himself go with a sigh, letting Sungmin’s taste intoxicate him as his body melts under the touches of the older boy’s finger tips against his chest.

Oneshot // The Night // Hankyung x Eeteuk

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:45:00 GMT

Title: The Night
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Hankyung x Eeteuk
Length: 2,168
Author's Note: This was written a while ago (probably last Nov.) and I haven't read it in a while, but it's pure loving smut for one of my first Suju OTPs :) I hope it's as good as I remember it being when I wrote it ^^;

Hankyung leaned down over his hyung, leaving light, butterfly kisses on his lips as he brushed away the hair that had fallen in Leeteuk’s face when he’d hit the bed not moments before. As he gently placed one more kiss on Leeteuk’s upper lip the older man put his hands on the back of his dongsaeng’s head, drawing him deeper into the kiss before he could pull away again. Leeteuk’s familiar taste of mint filled Hankyung’s mouth and it was still enough to almost set him off. He felt the chills shoot down his spine as he allowed his hyung to explore his mouth. No matter how many times they did this he always loved the way it felt to have Leeteuk’s tongue against his own, and to hold his smaller body against his, knowing he was his to have and his alone. He slid his hands up Leeteuk’s shirt, feeling his soft skin under his fingertips and parted their kiss to bring his mouth to his hyung’s abdomen. He felt the older man’s muscles tense slightly and saw Leeteuk take hold of the sheet next to him.

As Hankyung led his kisses up Leeteuk’s body the older man let out a small whimper at nearly every touch of his dongsaeng’s lips as the slightest lick of his skin always followed. As he reached higher on his hyung’s chest, he felt Leeteuk briefly let go of the blanket and raised his arms to allow his shirt to be pulled off, but replaced them soon afterward when Hankyung brought his mouth back down to tease the older man’s right nipple, licking it and sucking on it softly. Leeteuk’s back arched slightly into his lover as he gently bit down on the sensitive flesh and Hankyung smiled, but continued over to his other nipple to do the same before beginning his trail upwards again, planting kisses on Leeteuk’s shoulders, neck and up to his ear then eventually making it back to his mouth.

As he reached Leeteuk’s lips again Hankyung whispered an “I love you”, his warm breath flowing over the older man’s mouth and sending a small shiver down his spine. Hankyung faintly brushed his bottom lip against Leeteuk’s top one before landing another small kiss on the skin just under his eye.

“I love you, too, Hangeng.” Leeteuk whispered back followed quickly by a gasp as Hankyung softly caressed his fingers against his side then up to his chest. He brought his hands up to briefly meet Hankyung’s before sliding them up his dongsaeng’s shirt, feeling every toned muscle in the Chinese man’s torso. Hankyung allowed him to pull the fabric over his head and Leeteuk threw it to the ground to join his own. Leeteuk put his arms around the younger man’s waist, pulling his hips down to meet his own and took his dongsaeng’s mouth yet again and pulled his knees up behind his lover’s legs, he pushed him up into a sitting position. Hankyung wrapped his legs around Leeteuk, pulling himself closer to the older man.

“This won’t last long, you know.” Hankyung said as Leeteuk started kissing the younger man’s torso, starting at his neck and shoulder then moving downward. Hankyung gasped slightly as his hyung lingered at his nipple, the same as he’d earlier done to the older man. He ran his hands through Leeteuk’s hair as he continued to tease the second nipple then continued down his body.

Hankyung let out another, louder gasp and a soft moan as Leeteuk bit down gently on the area right below his navel. Leeteuk smirked at the reaction, but continued to suck the spot, feeling the muscles tighten under his mouth. After a few minutes Leeteuk backed away, licking the spot as he did then smiled at it and ran his thumb over it. Hankyung lifted his hyung’s chin to look him in the eyes. His beautiful light brown eyes that showed nothing but love and devotion. He caressed the soft skin of the older man’s lower lip with his thumb then slowly took his mouth once more with his own, but he could feel Leeteuk take control of the kiss as he slid his tongue into the younger man’s mouth. He moved his hands down to the waistband of Leeteuk’s pants, undoing the button and sliding his hand down.

Leeteuk took in a deep breath at the soft touch of his lover’s fingertips on his manhood, his back arching into the younger man’s body. Hankyung smirked, pushing his lover back onto the bed. He trailed kisses down his body again, this time continuing down to his thigh, pulling his pants and boxers off in the process. Leeteuk’s hips pushed forward eager for his lover’s touch as Hankyung’s hand grazed the inside of his thigh.

Hankyung placed his hands on Leeteuk’s hips and leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his lover’s erection, just as he had taught him to do so many times before.

“Aaah~ Hankyungie…” Leeteuk gasped and he felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten as he resisted the urge to thrust past the hands holding him straight into his dongsaeng’s mouth.

Hankyung took just the tip in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the rim then down one side and back up the other, never taking in its entirety. Leeteuk grabbed hold of the younger man’s hair, holding tight as his breathing became slightly staggered. The younger man pulled up, leaving one last kiss on the top and brought his mouth once more to Leeteuk’s, gently biting his bottom lip as he pulled away ever so slightly.

“Hankyungie…” Leeteuk whispered against his lover’s lips, “I hate when you tease me like this…” He more moaned the last word than anything as his dongsaeng once again brush his fingertips against his manhood and he thrust his hips into Hankyung’s hand, wanting more.

Hankyung trailed small, light kisses along his hyung’s bottom lip before taking his mouth fully into his. “You know you enjoy it, gege. You’re the one who told me to do it before, don’t you remember?”

Leeteuk nodded reluctantly, despite the use of the mandarin word for older brother. “Yes, but…” He smirked up at his dongsaeng and lightly ran his hand over the younger man’s cheek then his forefinger over his lips. “You know I still do it better, right?”

“Of course.” Hankyung smiled, letting out a small laugh as Leeteuk pushed him over onto the bed to switch places with him temporarily and quickly got to work undoing his lover’s pants, but made sure to pull them off slowly, lightly brushing his fingers over Hankyung’s skin on the way down. He then came back up to do the same thing with his boxers, leaving small kisses on the younger man’s hardened manhood as he did. Soon the underwear was with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Leeteuk smiled cutely at his lover and kissed the mark below his navel before taking Hankyung fully in his mouth and his mouth felt like heaven to Hankyung as he felt the warm saliva over his erection. He let out a low moan as the older man’s tongue swiftly ran over the tip and around the rim before he pulled up, sucking in slightly, then went back down. Leeteuk let out a small moan of his own, the vibration’s of his voice eliciting a whimper from Hankyung as Leeteuk felt him getting harder against his tongue.

Hankyung couldn’t help himself from calling out Leeteuk’s name as the older man repeated his motions, up then down, up then down, every time adding something else into the mix. Hankyung knew he had to stop him before he ended up coming in his hyung’s mouth, but it just felt so good. Leeteuk pulled up once more and Hankyung thrust forward into his mouth. He felt his hyung’s lips form a smile and his tongue run up as he slowly removed his mouth from him. He crawled over him, sitting down on his waist and leaned down to press their lips together again before kissing Hankyung’s ear and softly whispering in it.

“I love you, Hangeng. Now I want you to take me.”

Hankyung didn’t need to be told twice and soon he was back on top in between the older man’s legs. He brought his arms under his hyung’s knees, bringing his hips to meet with his own. “I love you too, Jungsu.” He said, not bothering to whisper now as he delicately ran his finger over Leeteuk’s entrance then into it. He could feel the older man’s muscles tighten around his fingers which would have made him harder than he already was if that could have been physically possible.

He moved his fingers inside of his hyung which caused the older man to let out a loud whimper of Hankyung’s name and he smirked once again as he pulled his hand out and placed the other one on Leeteuk’s hip, using the first to position himself at the entrance he’d just been teasing.

“Please…Hankyungie…do it now….” Leeteuk begged. He felt his dongsaeng oblige and push his way into him, already lubricated by his saliva, and the wave of ecstasy that always came with it took over his body and he let out a loud moan as he anchored his feet on either side of Hankyung, his knees raised and his toes digging into the fabric under them.

Hankyung pulled out and thrust in a few times slowly although he knew his hyung’s body didn’t really need the time to adjust anymore, he just took pleasure in teasing the older man. Leeteuk’s fingers scrunched the sheet underneath them as he pleaded for his lover to go faster and Hankyung picked up the pace, but it was gradual and slow. He watched as Leeteuk closed his eyes, and with each thrust let out a sharp breath.

Hankyung fell forward onto his hands over Leeteuk as he went faster and he soon felt Leeteuk’s legs around his waist, trying to push him in further. Leeteuk hands moved from the sheet to Hankyung’s arms as the thrusts got harder and faster and every thrust now elicited a small sound from Leeteuk’s throat. A sound that Hankyung loved hearing, that always made him want more. The younger man could now feel the sweat running down his arms and face and body, leaving his lover very little grip.

Hankyung lowered himself down slightly to land a kiss on Leeteuk’s shoulder, trying his best not bite down too hard as he slowed his pace, but pushed in harder every time. Leeteuk brought his hand up the best he could to brush the hair off his dongsaeng’s face. He kissed his cheek, still letting out sharp gasps and sounds, now mixed with small whispers of encouragement.

Hankyung let out a low groan as his rhythm became erratic and he felt himself nearing his climax and Leeteuk pushed his head back against the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth to keep from crying out loud as his lover took hold of him again and pumped his hand on his erection in time with his next few thrusts. Soon Leeteuk’s body shuddered under Hankyung’s, his hips thrusting hard into Hankyung, spilling his seed over the younger man’s hand and both their chests. One last hard thrust and Hankyung reached finish as well, coming inside his hyung. As his dongsaeng pulled out of him and collapsed on top of him and Leeteuk felt the warm liquid fill him then run down onto the bed he pressed his hips one last time into his lover’s body, eliciting a small whimper from the younger man.

Hankyung rested his head on Leeteuk’s shoulder, struggling to calm his breathing. Leeteuk’s breath slowed a bit faster so, managing to catch his breath long enough, he whispered “Wo ai ni…Hangeng.”

Hankyung smiled and kissed his cheek, softly licking off some of the remaining sweat as his hyung’s hand ran through his hair. He loved hearing those words from Leeteuk, the man he’d loved since they’d met and only by chance had underneath him right now. Sometimes he wished his hyung would tell him who had dared him to give him that first kiss so he could thank them. He also sometimes wished that others could feel his feelings to know just how much he loved the man lying underneath him right now, although he was pretty sure others would want to channel his feelings on nights like tonight. He reached his hand up to Leeteuk’s face, gently rubbing his thumb on his cheek. Leeteuk also pulled his hand up, resting it on his dongsaeng’s and interlacing their fingers. Without thinking, mostly because he was too exhausted to think right now, Hankyung finally responded back to his hyung, though in Chinese where he would have usually used Korean as was their ritual. “Wo ai ni” Hankyung whispered once more, but Leeteuk didn’t mind.

Oneshot // The Clothing Game // Zhoumi x Henry

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 04:27:10 GMT

Title: The Clothing Game
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zhoumi and Henry
Length: 664 words
Author's note: Written for the Smuff anon-meme. Prompt: "henry loves stealing zhoumi's clothes and wears them and it drives zhoumi insane because he likes it."

Sometimes Henry likes to play a game with himself. This game includes trying to see how long he can wear Zhoumi’s clothing before the elder finds out and makes him take them off. He plays because he loves the feel of the baggy clothes against his skin and enjoys the smell Zhoumi leaves in them. It also includes trying to see how increasingly annoyed Zhoumi gets that Henry keeps wearing his clothes.

The first time Henry pulls on a pair of white pants and tightens the belt around his hips, then slips on the black shirt to accompany it. The neck comes down slightly too far and almost hangs off both his shoulders, but he just smiles in the mirror of the hotel bathroom as he parts his hair to the side and smoothes it out. He nods again and takes a step backwards, accidentally stepping on the hem of the pant leg and falls backward. He is caught by someone he doesn’t even know was there. Looking up at the person behind him he sees Zhoumi and feels a flush grow over his face as the older boy helps him to stand up. “S-sorry, Zhoumi-ge.” Henry apologizes softly, as he starts to strip again when Zhoumi asks why he’s wearing his clothes.

The second time Henry tries something different. He sneaks into the dressing room earlier than the rest before one of their interviews and, skipping over the outfit he knew to be his (and even if he didn’t, it had his name pinned to it), goes straight to the last one of the rack. He stares at the black leather jacket and the striped shirt for only a moment before taking the small piece of paper with the name Zhoumi scribbled on it off and throwing it to the ground as he takes the outfit into the nearest changing room to carefully put it on.

As he hoists the jacket over his shoulders and fingers the chain hanging from his waist he smiles again, the wide grin that was only present on his face at moments like this. “Henli?” Zhoumi’s voice rang through the backstage room and he quickly gets up on the seat so his feet aren’t showing out the bottom of the stall door. “Henli, I know you’re in here. I need my clothes.” How did he know? And now he was stopped right outside the door. Henry glanced down only to see his own clothes still on the floor where he’d left them.

The third time Henry is determined to get it right. He finishes buttoning up the blue satin pajama top and steps out of the bathroom with care not to trip into the bedroom he shares with his gege, that smile plastered on his face once again. He looks around and sees that Zhoumi is, in fact, not in the room and his grin widens if at all possible as he runs and jumps on the bed, the loose clothing flying in the air and getting tangled around him as he lands. He laughs a little at himself as he fixes the outfit and lays down on his back, his arms under his head and he closes his eyes, thinking about how annoyed Zhoumi will be to find him sleeping in his clothes.

It seems he is finally going to get what he wants as a few minutes later he feels Zhoumi sit down on the bed next to him and clear his throat. A smirk forms on Henry’s lips as he shakes his head indicating he’s not taking them off this time and that Zhoumi can go find a different pair of pajamas, but what happens next definitely takes Henry by surprise. He feels Zhoumi’s lips against his followed by a whispered “It’s okay, I’ll just take them from you the fun way” as the older boy’s hand slips up under the soft fabric of the shirt.

Henry still isn’t sure if he won or not.

Oneshot // Chocolate (Life Couldn't Get Better) // Shindong x Yesung

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:57:47 GMT

Title: Chocolate (Life Couldn't Get Better)
Rating: R
Pairing: Shindong x Yesung
Length: 812 words
Author's Note: Dedicated to stevenghost because I love her and she's writing me Kyuteuk and she wanted YeDong fluff :D
Number 004/100: Archive found here. Completed: 3/100.

“There are so many kinds…” Yesung sighed as he glanced down at his watch. He’d been in here for thirty minutes and he still couldn’t decide which of these damn chocolates he was going to buy for his boyfriend! Shindong would be home in and hour and he needed to be home and ready before then, but…all these different types. Dark and milk and white and ones with nuts and ones without and which ones would he like the best?! He never thought buying a Valentines Day gift would be so difficult, well he never thought he would be buying a valentines gift, but that wasn’t the point. Today was his and Shindong’s first anniversary so he wanted to do something ultra special to surprise him.

“Sir, do you need some help?” Yesung heard a lady’s voice behind him and he just shook his head, without turning to face her. He didn’t wasn’t her to see just how distraught he was over a stupid bag of chocolates. So, giving up his internal argument, he took a deep breath and turned.

“I just want a quarter pound of all of them.”

Shindong could have powered a solar car with the way he was grinning the whole way home. Today had been an awesome day. There’d been next to no traffic and he’d gotten a free breakfast burrito on the way to work, someone in the office had made him brownies anonymously, his boss had given him the next two days off and the thought of seeing his boyfriend again after the two months he’d been away was too appealing to even express in words. He felt as though his day couldn’t possibly get any better. He pulled into his driveway to see Yesung’s car already parked there and he practically jumped out of his car and skipped to the door he was so excited.

What he saw when he entered the house, he admits, was not at all what he’d expected, but he was not unpleasantly surprised. Who could be when their boyfriend was sitting on their couch shirtless licking chocolate sauce of his fingers? Shindong slowly removed his suit jacket and placed it haphazardly on the coat rack next to the door as he walked forward a few more steps before clearing his throat. “Yesung~” He said, the huge smile still on his lips. The older boy looked up at him, his first finger half-way to his mouth and he too smiled as he held the chocolate covered digit up to Shindong.

“Come join me?” And how was Shindong to resist?

A few hours later found the couple together in the shower where they had said they were going to clean the chocolate off. As it turns out that didn’t hardly happen at all. Yesung’s back was now against the wall as Shindong’s large hands roamed places of his body he was sure neither soap nor water had ever been before. Yesung’s legs tightened around his head as the younger man took Yesung’s cock in his mouth and a small moan escaped the elder’s throat. The mouth was soon replaced with a hand as Shindong’s lips found Yesung’s again and their tongues met in a battle of dominance. “You know…” Shindong started, his hand slowly speeding up it’s pace along the elder’s hardened erection and Yesung only made a questioning sound in response. “This is much better than what I had planned.”

Yesung’s fingers tightened their grip in Shindong’s wet hair as he pulled him in for another kiss, his hips thrusting up slightly into his boyfriend’s hand. “I do still have…another present for you.” He moaned out before kissing Shindong’s cheeks and jaw then moving back to his lips as he pushed into the younger man’s hand again.

“Happy one-year, love.” Yesung greeted as he came into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, the red and purple hickeys brightly contrasting against the pale flesh of his chest. Shindong watched him walked toward the bed from where he was seated against the headrest and smiled at his lover and the box in his hand.

“I didn’t get you anything, though, Yesung.” Shindong said apologetically, taking the box from his hyung’s hands and kissing him briefly.

“That’s okay, you’ve given me enough of a present already, I promise.” Yesung assured as he sat down on the bed, straddling Shindong’s legs and watching the younger man open the box. Shindong peered into the present warily as he pulled away the wrapping and, seeing the bags of chocolate, he was sure he’d never smiled this big ever before in his life. He was also sure that this day had definitely been better than what he had imagined, even if it wasn’t what he’d planned. And hey, he did have the next two days off and two months to make up for.

Oneshot // Flirt // Yesung x Kibum

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 02:27:26 GMT

Title: Flirt
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yesung x Kibum
Length: 877 words
Authors Note: Prequel to Don't Worry. Archive found here :) Dedicated to nongttaengi ♥

Kibum groaned as he felt the morning sunlight hit his skin and pulled the covers higher up over his bare shoulders. What time was it and why was someone opening his curtain to let the ever dreaded natural light into his room? He decided to just shrug it off as he got comfortable again under his covers, but that didn’t last long as he felt someone, probably the same someone who’d opened the curtain, lay on top of him and pull the covers down to his chin. Yesung. Of course it was Yesung. “Kibummie~” He heard the older man’s deep voice whisper quietly in his ear before lips pressed gently to it. Kibum groaned again, attempting to hide from his lover, but it was no use. “Kibummie, wake up~” He heard again, this time with a small poke to the nose.

Kibum shook his head in defiance. He didn’t want to wake up. It was too early, he was sure. “Hyung…” He spoke quietly, his voice still scratchy and sleepy. “What time is it?” He swore if this boy told him it was seven in the morning he would-

“It’s almost ten.” Kibum sat up on the bed faster than he thought was possible especially with the weight of his lover on top of him. He opened his eyes carefully to avoid hurting them too badly with the blinding sun, and saw Yesung sitting in front of him on his legs, his smile wide enough to house a small army.

“What’s so funny?” Kibum asked groggily as he attempted to make his hair look semi decent, but the attempt was foiled as Yesung just reached out and just ruffled it again, shaking his head.

“Nothing.” The smile was still there though, the smile that told Kibum something was definitely up and he wanted to know what it was. Before he could ask again, though, he felt Yesung’s lips against his own and who was he to deny his boyfriend’s soft lips a kiss? He kissed him back, the familiar taste of coffee pervading his senses as he did so and he smiled. He always hated the taste of coffee, but there was something about the coffee taste that came from kissing Yesung in the morning that he absolutely loved. Soft fingers traveled up Kibum’s bare chest, teasing his dark nipples as they did so and Kibum arched his back into the touch that he loved so much.

“Yesung?” Kibum heard the older boy’s name called from outside their door and, much to Kibum’s disdain, Yesung broke their kiss to answer back. “Your coffee is ready!” Eeteuk called through the door in response. But Yesung had already had his coffee, Kibum thought. He could taste it. But Yesung just climbed off the bed and smiled and Kibum thought he knew why.

“Damn flirt is going to get more coffee…” Kibum mumbled to himself, slightly annoyed that his boyfriend had left him alone after turning him on like this. He slowly climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants over his naked hips as he yawned and thought how weird it was that he still be this tired this late in the morning.

He exited the room not long after, making sure there were none of Yesung’s “love marks”, as he called them, left on his chest from the night before, before going out shirtless. In the kitchen he found Yesung sipping on another cup of coffee at the table across from Eeteuk who was nibbling on a bagel. He sat down next to his lover, rubbing his eyes slightly to get the tired out of them, and laid his head down on the surface.

“You’re up early, Kibum.” Eeteuk said, looking at his watch and Kibum looked up at the two of them, that same smile still on Yesung’s lips as he gently rubbed the younger boy’s back.

“What are you talking about? It’s already-” He cut himself short as he glanced up at the kitchen clock that read 7:30 then glared at the man beside him. “I hate you right now.” Yesung just continued to smile then leaned down to kiss Kibum lightly on the cheek, his hand sneaking softly across his thigh.

“You know you love me.”

“Okay let me rephrase that. You hate me, don’t you?”

“If I hated you, would I do this?” His mouth was against Kibum’s in a matter of seconds as his hand slid smoothly down the front of the olive green pants.

“You might…” Kibum whispered, but their next kiss was interrupted by Eeteuk clearing his throat in their direction.

“Guys…?” Yesung almost immediately pulled away altogether, leaving Kibum harder and more turned on than he had been before.

“Sorry, Hyung.” Kibum sighed and stood up, placing his hand on Yesung’s shoulder as he did and whispering a soft “you’re such a damn flirt sometimes…” before starting to head for the bathroom to take care of you little problem by himself. “Oh, Kibummie! Hankyung-hyung needs something so Eeteuk-hyung is taking us to the mall today! We’ll probably leave once you’re out, okay?”

Kibum sighed again as he made an ‘okay’ sign with his hand toward the other two. He could tell this could really only end in disaster.

Oneshot // Keep Your Rivals Closer // Henry x Jaejin

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 06:59:13 GMT

Title: Keep Your Rivals Closer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Henry (Super Junior) x Jaejin (FT Island)
Length: 2,449 words
Author's Note: Smut. Smut with a bit of fluff at the end. Also it's AU. Henry and Jaejin are rival Pimps 8D

Henry tugged sharply on the edge of Jaejin’s layered shirt, pulling it up over the younger boy’s head as his own hit the cement ground. He ran his hands roughly down the other’s back, his fingers pressing hard into the tan flesh, their tongues ferociously fighting for dominance against each other. His breath was heavy, the same as the hot, humid air of the dark alleyway, even in the shadows they were concealed in. Jaejin’s lips pressed hard against Henry’s, capturing them in another hungry kiss, their staggered breathing obviously out of synch as the younger boy pressed his body flush against the young Chinese male’s bare chest and into the wall behind him, the kisses moving to Henry’s neck and collarbones eliciting a low moan from the older boy. Henry’s hands found their way to the edge of his lover’s black slacks as Jaejin sucked on a patch of skin just under Henry’s left shoulder, quickly undoing the belt and pushing the restricting fabric down off Jaejin’s already sweat-covered hips. The slightly taller boy thrust his hips forward at the touch, a moan now escaping his lips as his fingers intertwined with Henry’s hair.

“It’s been too long, Henry.” Jaejin groaned out as the elder’s soft hands slid smoothly down the back of his thighs, taking the pants with them, a soft thud sounding as the belt buckle hit the ground.

“It really has been.” Henry whispered, his warm breath flowing over the younger boy’s erection that was now even with his lips, his fingers moving around to the front of Jaejin’s body to caress the slick, tantalizing skin of his hips and thighs. “But that’s what we get for being rivals, right?”

Jaejin’s breath audibly increased as Henry’s lips pressed lightly to the tip of his member, the muscles in his legs tightening as his toes curled in his shoes, fighting to keep himself standing upright. “You knew…you knew this was going to happen…when you left to open your business.” Jaejin managed to get out, his fingers tightening in Henry’s hair as he now fought to keep himself from forcing the older boy to quicken his pace.

Henry moaned slightly at the new pressure on his head and pulled away, licking the fluid from the tip of his lover, a smirk crossing his lips. “You’re not going to come already, are you?” He asked as he ran a couple fingers along the underside then across his sac, gently taking them in his hand as he watched Jaejin grit his teeth together and squeeze his eyes shut.

“O-of course not.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I do…this…” Henry said as he moved his hand back, pushing his middle finger gently into Jaejin’s entrance at the same time moving his mouth back over the head of the younger boy’s erection. Jaejin let out a loud cry, his hips pressing forward into Henry’s mouth with the pressure from behind.

“You know I hate it when you…tease me like this…” Henry shook his head slightly and smirked around the other’s manhood, reaching his free hand up. Jaejin knowingly took a hold of his wrist, bringing the small fingers to his mouth and sucking lightly on them, rubbing his tongue against and around them, telling Henry exactly what he wanted done.

Experience of being with Jaejin told Henry that he was, in fact, going to finish soon so after only a moment, a shorter moment than Henry would have liked, he pulled his hand down, releasing the younger boy and stood back up to press his lips against Jaejin’s. “I may have known this was going to happen, but how could I not open my own business when you were making so much money?” He wrapped his arms around Jaejin’s neck, his stomach muscles stretching just they way he knew his younger lover liked it. “It’s just a shame I’ve got more…employees…than you now…”

Jaejin quickly slid his hands down over Henry’s pale skin, pushing the older boy’s pants off his hips and letting them fall to the ground as he grabbed tightly onto his waist, roughly grinding their hips together. He leaned in, placing a kiss on the older boy’s ear. “You may have more than me, but it’s always quality over quantity and I still make more money.” He could see the smirk that had crossed Henry’s face even as he turned him around to face the wall. Henry placed his hands on the brick to steady himself as he waited for Jaejin’s welcome intrusion, but it didn’t come. Instead, he soon saw the younger boy underneath him, taking his lips in his own as the hands Henry loved so much moved down to wrap around his already throbbing member.

Henry tried to stop himself from cry out, but only succeeded in turning it into a loud moan as Jaejin’s tongue caressed his own, his teeth gently biting down on his lower lip every now and then when he’d pull away for split seconds at a time, all the while stroking him ever so lightly and teasingly slow. “Jaejin…Jaejin, what…” Henry’s words were cut short as another moan escaped his throat, this time elicited by Jaejin’s mouth trailing small kisses down the older boy’s chest and stomach, sucking lightly at the barely visible muscles.

“We don’t all get what we want when we want it, Henry.” Jaejin whispered against the skin next to his lover’s naval, kissing it right afterward, his hand running the length of Henry’s manhood to circle the tip then go back down, rubbing the pre-cum over the erection and watching it then glisten under the street lamp. Unexpectedly he felt the older boy’s hand in his hair much like his own had been in Henry’s earlier. Henry pulled his head back slightly to look up at him and Jaejin watched as the elder pushed himself away from the wall to stand up straight.

“No, but I do.” He said with a smirk on his lips as he pressed the head of his member against Jaejin’s lips giving him little choice but to take him in his mouth. Which was honestly what he’d been planning, Henry had just sped it up a bit. He groaned as Henry’s grip on his hair tightened and he pulled slightly, trying to control Jaejin’s actions. But Jaejin still had one advantage. He lifted his hand and Henry mimicked his own earlier his actions, taking the younger boy’s fingers in his mouth and sucking on the digits roughly, his teeth grazing the tips of them every now and then. Jaejin copied these motions as the older boy did them, being careful not to be too hard with the unfamiliar ministrations.

It wasn’t long before Jaejin pulled his hand back down, quickly sliding it back to insert one of his fingers into his lover. Henry’s back arched slightly at the much-anticipated insertion, causing him to thrust deeper into Jaejin’s mouth to which Jaejin responded with a low moan as he gagged slightly before adjusting to the unexpected deep-throating of his older lover. This elicited yet another moan from Henry followed closely by a cry of pleasure as Jaejin slipped in a second finger. “Jae-Jaejin…” Henry managed through his ragged breaths and Jaejin smirked, pulling away from his hyung to lick the tip of his member, gathering the newly secreted pre-cum on his tongue before retracting his hand and standing up to kiss his lover, his tongue smearing the fluid along his soft pink lips before pressing its way through. “Jaejin-ah…When did you get so good?” The older boy asked through the plethora of kisses to his lips and face.

“I only learn from the best, Love.” Jaejin responded, not knowing if Henry even recognized that he had only been recreating the moves that had been done to him earlier. He maneuvered back around behind Henry, caressing his hand along his pale, smooth butt before taking a hold of his hips and placing himself at Henry’s entrance. As he pushed in, the older boy made a stifled cry, leaning his head down as his fingers attempted to grab onto something that obviously wasn’t there. He leaned down to place a few small kisses on the back of Henry’s neck, running his hand around to the older boy’s chest to lightly finger his nipples, already hard from the cooling night air. “I love you, Henry.” He whispered seductively as he ran his tongue along the outside of his ear.

Jaejin felt Henry’s hand on the back of his thigh for a brief minute as the older boy rolled his hips against Jaejin’s. “Just get on with it, Jaejinnie, please.”

Jaejin placed one last soft, lingering kiss on Henry’s cheek. “You know I love it when you beg. Maybe you should do it more often; it might help your business a little.” He laughed as he stood back up and slowly started moving in and out of the older, submissive boy. Henry moved his hips against Jaejin’s in time with the thrusts that were steadily getting faster.

The sweat was quickly forming a thick layer on both of the young boy’s bodies as the pace quickened and Jaejin grabbed Henry’s shoulder to keep his rhythm and his balance. “Jaejin-ah…” Henry cried out as Jaejin’s free hand took the elder’s manhood once again in his hand. “Oh god… Jaejin-ah, please… harder, please.” Henry pleaded, but Jaejin, being the evil, teasing lover that he was, changed his pace, but not the way Henry had intended. Instead, he pulled completely out of his hyung, leave him wanting more and he knew it.

Henry felt the loss and immediately a whimper formed in the back of his throat. Determined to do something about it, he pushed himself back onto the younger boy, glad to find Jaejin still positioned at his entrance. He stood up again, pressing his back flush against the other’s chest, reaching his hand back to thread his fingers in Jaejin’s hair. “I told you I always get what I want.” Henry whispered breathily against Jaejin’s lips before pull the younger boy forward, pressing their lips together in another bruising kiss as he moved his hips up and down Jaejin’s erection to get the younger boy going again.

A smirk grew on Jaejin’s lips as he pushed up against Henry’s hips, meeting them with a resounding slap of skin and catching the older boy off-guard. He took this time to push the other back against the other wall where he was and continue what he’d started before. He leaned on Henry’s back, running his tongue across the back of the older boy’s neck as he buried himself inside of him as far an he could then gently nipped at the lobe of his ear. “Why don’t you beg for it, Hyung?”

The younger boy’s breath flowed over Henry’s ear in a more sexy way then he ever thought would have been possible. Jaejin slowly ran his hand over the elder’s chest and down to his abdomen, bringing it to a halt right below his navel and he groaned softly, his muscles tightening at the touch. “Jaejin…Jaejin-ah…” The finger’s moved a little lower and Jaejin pressed his lips to the side of Henry’s neck, feeling Henry’s pulse underneath them and started to suck hard on the patch of skin. Henry gasped, reaching his hand up to Jaejin’s hair, gripping it tightly around his fingers. “Jaejin-ah, please.” Jaejin moved his hips, eliciting a small cry from the older boy.

“Please what, Henry?”

“Please just…Just fuck me now, Jaejin-ah.” He managed out through his ragged breaths and let out another loud moan as Jaejin did just that. Starting the rhythm he’d set earlier once again Jaejin took a tight hold on Henry’s hips and pulled out just to push back in hard, gradually picking up speed over time. He slid his hand over Henry’s sweat-slicked body once more before taking his erection in his hand and pumping it in time with his own thrusts even as they became more sporadic and out of synch with the pace he’d set.

He felt the heat pooling, knew it was almost there and because of that he pulled out of his lover once more, the hands still on his hips turning him round and pushing him back against the wall. He kissed him hard before the older boy could question what he was doing and took Henry’s member in his hand pumping it fast and hard like he’d been doing before as he played his tongue over his lover’s. “Jaejinnie…” Henry moaned out, breaking their kiss as his head fell back against the brick. Jaejin smiled and tightened his grip slightly, watching as Henry’s face contorted with pleasure, the veins in his neck growing as his blood rushed downward to release over Jaejin’s hand and Henry’s torso. He leaned down to kiss Henry again, grinding his hips against the front of Henry’s leg.

“I always love the look on your face when you come, love.” He whispered kissing the edge of Henry’s jaw and letting out a low groan as Henry’s hand moved to mimic the hand job he’d just given him.

“I love you, Jaejin-ah.” Henry said aloud as Jaejin bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out too loud at the ministrations. It wasn’t long before the touches of his lover were too much for him to handle and he thrust his hips into Henry’s hand, his fluid joining Henry’s on the older boy’s abdomen and stomach as he leaned forward against Henry on the wall.

“I love you too, Henry. Next time…we shouldn’t wait so long…” Jaejin breathed quietly into the crook on Henry’s neck.

“But then it wouldn’t be as good, Jaejinnie.” Jaejin took a deep breath and let it out slowly, knowing the elder was right. “But I’ll miss you until then.” Henry said reassuringly as he rubbed Jaejin’s back with one hand and grabbed his shirt off the ground with the other, wrapping it around Jaejin’s shoulders. “Keep it.”

Jaejin raised his head to look his lover in the eyes. “Are you sure?”

Henry nodded, leaning in to place another kiss on Jaejin’s lips, this one gentler than the others and more loving as well. “Positive. Keep it close here” he pressed his hand to Jaejin’s heart and smiled. “To always remind you of me.”

Jaejin smiled now too, taking a hold of the shirt’s collar and pulling it closer around him as a breeze blew down the alleyway. “I love how cheesy you are after sex, Henry.”

“And I love how you are all the time.” Jaejin could only sigh as the cheesiness continued…

Oneshot // Reason With It // Tablo x Eunhyuk

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 06:28:19 GMT

Title: Reason With It
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tablo x Eunhyuk
Length: 1,308 words
Author's Note: Dedicated to snape_freak and her drunken texting, Tablo for an early birthday and Eunhyuk as a belated birthday :). This is kind of...more cracky than it was meant to be, but I hope you still like it xD

Tablo practically jumped out of his seat as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, not remembering he had set it to vibrate the night before. A smile grew wide on his face as he looked away from computer to see it was his lover calling and answered it with a bright “Good morning, Hyukjae!” It was probably more bright and happy than usual, but he figured that it wouldn’t scare the younger boy too badly considering what today was and he was quickly proven right as Hyukjae responded with an equally light-hearted “Happy Birthday, Sunwoong-hyung!”

Tablo cringed slightly at the use of his real name, but let it slide because hearing Hyukjae’s voice made him happier than anything on this fine July morning. “Thank you! I am having a great day, but hearing you makes it even better.” He responded, speaking the cheesy sentence before he could stop himself.

“I have an idea that will make it even better!” Hyukjae’s voice rang through the phone in a still overly excited tone. Tablo squeezed his eyes shut, silently dreading what was going to come of this odd conversation.

“And what’s that?” Tablo asked quietly.

“I want to take you out for drinks tonight.” Hyukjae answered, the light playful tone in his voice replaced with just an obvious loving smile that Tablo could almost visualize on the boy and he wasn’t so afraid for his sanity anymore.

“That sounds wonderful.” He replied.

“Alright. I’ll pick you up at eight, then.” With a goodbye from both of them the conversation ended and Tablo felt this would probably be one of his better birthdays.

The place was unbelievably crowded for a Tuesday, but the two made it through the crowd to the bar to order their drinks and had were now watching the people dance out on the floor. Well, Tablo was watching them dance. Hyukjae was watching Tablo watch them dance, kind of wishing he could dance with Tablo. But he knew full well from being in a relationship for six months with the guy that he didn’t not dance. He did a lot of things, some of them more believable than others, but dancing was not one of them. Hyukjae on the other hand, danced a lot and loved it and he considered getting up and dancing for Tablo -a lap dance, perhaps- for half a second before shaking the thought from his mind. He didn’t think they had quite reached the point in their relationship where he could do that and not frighten the older man away.

So he settled on contentedly staring at his boyfriend while sipping slowly at his soju, watching the older boy’s eyes dart around the room, his head bobbing in time with the beat of the music as he mouthed the words to the songs he knew and simply enjoyed the ones he didn’t. Hyukjae hardly saw the man drink, but soon enough he could tell Tablo was getting at least a little tipsy by the red tinge on his cheeks. He smiled, a slight blush joining the alcohol-induced flush on his face when his hyung turned to look back at him and place his hand on Hyukjae’s knee, leaning forward to kiss him briefly. “Hyung…I’m gonna…go to the bathroom quick…” He said quietly as he stood up, taking a few moments to regain his balance before heading in the direction of the men’s bathroom.

Hyukjae sighed as he stood in front of the urinal, closing his eyes with how ridiculously amazing it felt to be relieving his bladder right now. He opened his eyes again as he finished only to see a huge roach sitting on the top of the urinal staring at him and watching him like he’d been so intently doing to Tablo earlier. Only this was different. He wasn’t an creepy insect with long antennas, nor was he watching Tablo pee. He continued to stare back at the roach as he zipped up his pants and flushed the urinal and backed away, not once losing eye contact with the bug.

He walked backward the entire way back to his seat next to Tablo at the bar; only turning his back to the bathroom once he was already seated. “Hyukjae is something wrong?” Tablo asked, his head lifting slightly from its resting spot on the counter. Hyukjae merely nodded, leaning in close to whisper to his boyfriend.

“There was a roach watching me pee in the bathroom.”

“And what did you tell it?” Tablo asked calmly.

“Tell it?! I didn’t tell it anything. What if it got mad and bit my dick off?” Hyukjae almost shouted, rather offended that Tablo would even suggest something as absurd as talking to it…

“Well you just have to reason with it, my love, not yell at it.” Tablo stated matter-of-factly, taking Hyukjae’s hand in his own and rubbing the top of it lightly with his thumb. “But how about we go home now? Just in case there’s more of them?” And that was the best thing Hyukjae had heard all day.

Tablo painfully opened his eyes to the blinding sunlight coming through the window and closed them again, turning over on the bed and opening them again. He still had a headache, but not quite as bad without the light. Something was off about his room though. Where did his stereo and keyboard go? And his computer? And why was his bed over here instead of against the wall? And why- he stopped, realizing he did recognize this house as one he’d been in before, just not his own. He was in Hyukjae’s apartment. They must have come back here after last night. He pushed himself up off the bed, the blankets falling off his bare back as he groped around the nightstand to find his glasses and, finally finding them and sliding them over his ears, he climbed slowly out of the bed, trying to be careful to not wake his boyfriend still sleeping on the other side.

He rubbed his eyes as he turned the light on in the bathroom if solely to see where he was aiming and as he zipped down his pants -he was still wearing the jeans he’d had on last night- and faced the wall all the memories from the night before at the bar came back. He remembered watching the people on the dance floor as he listened intently to the music, remembered how much he’d wished that Hyukjae would go out and dance for him because he was so hot when he moved his body like that, remembered innocently drinking the soju his boyfriend had bought for him. But then he remembered what had happened after Hyukjae had left for the bathroom. He had finished the rest of his soju -a bit too fast, causing him to get a slight headache- but also ordered a Strawberry daiquiri and finished that before the younger boy had returned.

But the next memory was what scared him the most. “You just have to reason with it, my love.” Had he seriously said that?! He sighed, zipping up his pants and heading back to the room to hopefully sleep away his hangover and the memories of his stupidity, hoping beyond all hope that Hyukjae wouldn’t remember.

He hit the bed harder than he’d meant to as he fell back down next to his dongsaeng and he soon felt Hyukjae’s arm wrap around his waist, and the younger boy’s lips pressed gently against the side of his neck. “So did you reason with the roach in the restroom?” Tablo merely groaned in response. He did remember, dammit. “You know I love you, Hyung.” Hyukjae reassured, brushing his mouth to Tablo’s cheek, but that didn’t stop Tablo from never living that down. Ever. He groaned again at the thought.

Oneshot // Open Your Eyes // Donghae x Ryeowook

Sun, 22 Jun 2008 07:08:14 GMT

Title: Open Your Eyes
Rating: R
Pairing: Donghae x Ryeowook
Length: 1,783 Words
Author's Note: Birthday fic I owe to yoomie, but it also turned into a birthday fic for Ryeowook as well. Happy birthday to both of you :)

Ps. I'm sorry it's so angsty D: That's all Ryeowook would let me write T____T

Soft hands touched me in a way so familiar, so comforting. Fingers trailing soft patterns against my skin in a way I hadn’t felt for so long and I missed it. I missed his touches and his kisses, oh, the kisses. The amazing kisses that he would always give to me were especially amazing whenever I would come home from work after a stressful day. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me as he held himself above me on his elbows. He pressed kiss after kiss to my lips for what felt like forever but they did not last long enough before he moved his kisses down my neck and to my chest. “I love you Donghae.” I whispered to the boy above me, my fingers slowly sliding up underneath his silky pajama shirt to feel the like-wise silky skin underneath. I softly fingered the unfamiliar scars marring his chest and felt him moan quietly into my collarbone at the touch and I quickly moved my hand down to gently rub my thumb over his nipple. “Does it still hurt?” He lifted his head slightly to show me the beautiful smile that I hadn’t seen in over a year.

“No, it’s just…sensitive.” I smiled back, taking his mouth in mine once again as my fingers continued to skillfully massage his chest just as they had done so many times before. His lips were so soft against mine, so soft and reminiscent of the time before his incident. His tongue played over mine the way I remembered so well before he pulled back, gently grazing his teeth against my bottom lip. I smiled again and took this time to remove his shirt, tossing it lightly to the floor so it didn’t make any sound. I watched silently as his chest rose and fell above me with every unsteady breath he took through his slightly parted and swollen lips. He swallowed and smiled at me yet again before leaning down to kiss me once more briefly.

“I’ve missed you, Hyung.” I vocalized aloud as his kisses trailed further down my chest, taking one nipple in his mouth, the other between the fingers of his other hand. He moaned softly in response, the vibrations resonating in my chest and my breath hitched slightly in my throat, my back arching a little into his light kisses. He continued his teasing as his hands made their way down to play with the elastic waistband of my pajama pants. “I love you.” I told him, running my hands through the back of his hair. His soft hair. I’d missed the feel of it between my fingers like this. He smiled yet again, pulling away from my chest to take my mouth once more.

“I love you, too Ryeowook.” He told me, pressing down on my mouth again; this time his tongue pushing past the barrier of my lips as his fingers did the same to my pants. I moaned louder than I had meant to at the unexpected touch on my abdomen and luckily he was there to swallow them so they wouldn’t reach anyone’s ears they weren’t meant for. Because my sounds were for Donghae and Donghae alone. I tightened my grip on his hair and deepened the kiss as his touches continued lower, his fingers brushing lightly against my erection. He always knew the perfect ways to touch me to drive me crazy, knew exactly what to do with his fingers to get my legs to tremble with want and need, knew just what to do with his mouth to keep me from crying out too loudly. It was intimate, the way he knew me, and I never wanted this with anyone else, just Donghae. It was only Donghae’s hands I wanted on me, running slowly up and down my erection, making me harder with every dancing touch of his fingers. It was only Donghae’s mouth I wanted on mine, licking the crease between our lips before sliding into my mouth. Only Donghae.

My hips jerked suddenly up into his hand, sooner than I remembered it taking, but probably because it’d just been so long and he was always so amazing. He smiled against my mouth as he removed his hand, sliding it up my torso as a soft sound of slight disappointment came from my throat. “It’s okay, love.” Donghae whispered, his warm breath flowing over my lips as he took them again in another gentle kiss. One that lasted longer this time and I moved my hands from his hair down over his back, kneading the muscles along his spine and eliciting a string of quiet moans from him followed by his hips rolling teasingly against mine. My fingertips brushed the edge of his pants, sliding slightly under them to what I knew to be the pale flesh underneath. A soft moan escaped from his parted lips as I slid his pants down over his hips and tossed them to the ground as well.

His lips met mine once more in a passionate kiss, and, although it was rough enough to bruise, it conveyed his feelings more than any words ever could: he missed me and loved me, wanting to never forget my taste. I kissed back just as hard, knowing the gentle phase of our comeback sex over. The next thing I knew he was inside of me, burying himself deep as my back arched up off the bed, my hips pushing further against his. It felt more amazing than anything to have him touching me and kissing me again as his thrusts grew ever harder and faster, just the way I remembered.

I slid my hands up his sweat-slicked body, over his torso, rubbing them over his nipples in encouragement, careful to avoid the lightly discolored scars as I bit my lip to keep from making any sound aloud. I squeezed my eyes shut as another twinge of pleasure shot through my body and I thought back to the first time we ever did it. It was about three years ago when I was still in high school on a night kind of like this, warm and beautiful with the full moon outside lighting the room. Neither of us had been too sure of ourselves, so we just went with the flow of it, letting our passion and love for each other guide us and we managed through it. It was one of the best nights of my life. I accidentally felt a cry slip from my throat as he hit that spot and I felt his mouth against mine in a kiss to quiet me. I once again moved my hands from his chest to his hair to pull him closer, deeper.

“Open your eyes, Ryeowookie.” He breathed softly against my lips, his breath staggered as he thrust into me yet again, hard and slow, pushing into me as much as he could before pulling out. “I like when you…look at me, love…” He spoke again, moving his lips over my cheek to my ear and I slowly did as he said to see his flushed red face, his slightly bruised and swollen lips, and his sweat sticking his hair to the sides of his face. It was beautiful and I couldn’t help but kiss his cheek, lightly licking the sweat off of it as he pushed into me again and his hand reached down between us to take me in his hand.

It wasn’t very long after that that I bucked into his hand, releasing the white hot heat over his fingers and both our bodies and he followed after just a few more thrusts as I reflexively clenched tightly around him. He managed only to hold himself up as he rode out the rest of his orgasm above me, his body moving in beautiful ways only a dancer of his caliber could before collapsing on top of me. We laid in silence a few moments, his breath flowing against the skin of my neck as it even out and he pressed a kiss to the side of my neck before he spoke. “Happy birthday, love” His voice was quiet, but it made me smile. I’d almost forgotten that the next day -today?- was my birthday.

“Thank you.” I said, lightly kissing the top of his head and I watched his eyes close as he drifted off into his dreamland.

Gentle kisses trailed along my cheek and I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid the faint trickle of sunlight coming in through the light blue curtain hanging over the window into mine and Donghae’s room. I moaned softly at the touch, raising my hand to brush a few hairs behind his ear, my thumb lightly stroking his cheek as I entwined my fingers in the back of his hair and returned the kiss, my eyes still shut tight. It had been so long since I’d woken up to this that I’d almost forgotten what it was like. I felt his hand sliding lightly up my bare chest and as the memories of the night before came flooding back into my head, I felt a single tear slip out of the corner of my eye. “I don’t want you to ever leave again, hyung.” I whispered quietly, so quietly I wasn’t sure if he even heard me over the chirping of the birds outside the window, but I soon felt a small kiss on my ear followed by a returned quiet whisper that showed he had.

“And you know I don’t want to, but…” His fingers moved nimbly back down the front of my chest as he landed another kiss on my bottom lip before maneuvering himself to lay on top of me. “We both know I have to.” Another kiss as I tried to form a response, but I did know. I just didn’t want to admit it.

“But, hyung…”

“Open your eyes, Ryeowookie.” I shook my head, closing them tighter and wrapping my arms around his chest to try and keep him there. “Open them.” He said again and slowly, reluctantly, I did. And he was gone again. I sighed and pulled the covers up around my shoulders as a cold breeze blew into the room, not taking any notice to the wet spot on the bed sheets. I closed my eyes again, as tight as I could, but it was no use. He was gone and wouldn’t come back. A few more tears slipped down my cheeks as I fell back into the quiet reverie I call sleep. The only place I might enjoy my birthday this year without my love.

Oneshot // Stay With Me Forever // Eeteuk x Kibum

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 07:14:27 GMT

Title: Stay With Me Forever (Cigarette)
Pairing: Eeteuk/Kibum
Rating: PG
Length: 978 Words
Author's Notes: 038. "I want you to stay forever." (archive found here) Dedicated to nongttaengi because she's love and she requested it :)

Kibum shuffled his feet quietly as he made his way out to the living room. He really should start trying to get better sleep, but what was he supposed to do? He was so stressed right now he felt as though if he slept he wouldn’t get everything done or he would miss something. Call him paranoid, but he just couldn’t help it. Not to mention that it had been two years since he had moved in with his boyfriend, Eeteuk, and recently he’d felt like there just wasn’t anything there anymore. Eeteuk always had work to do, being a school teacher, and on the rare chances that he didn’t, Kibum was always busy or tired from filming, being the upcoming actor that he was. Of course he knew Eeteuk still loved him and he still loved Eeteuk, but they hardly ever got to show it and it was getting ever more irritating by the day.

He opened the sliding door, the warm air a nice change in contrast to the sir conditioner of the house, he thought. He leaned lazily against the railing of the balcony, looking out over lights of Seoul and sighed. Maybe he and Eeteuk needed some time apart to do their own thing for a while. Conflicting schedules were never healthy in any relationship and Kibum felt as though this was getting just a bit too much for him to handle. Suddenly he felt a familiar hand on his back, accompanied by the small voice he knew so well and had missed. “Kibummie, are you okay?” A small nod, but he knew Eeteuk wouldn’t believe him. “Here, have a smoke. You look like you need it.” Eeteuk said next, rubbing his shoulder lovingly and holding out a pack of cigarettes.

Kibum shot a confused look back at the older boy and the soft smile on his face then down at the package in his hand. “I never knew you smoked, Hyung.” He said quietly, taking one out from the carton and placing it to his lips.

“Only when I’m really stressed.” Eeteuk explained, lightly kissing the skin right below Kibum’s ear before reaching out with the lighter.

“So you think I’m stressed?” Kibum asked, laughing a little as turned back around to face the city. Eeteuk’s fingers gently continued to rub his shoulder and his back followed by a few kisses trailed along the back of his neck as he took a long drag on the cigarette. It’d been a long, long time since he’d had one of these.

“I don’t think Kibummie. I know. I can tell. I mean, look at you.” Eeteuk rested his arm around Kibum’s shoulder, walking over to stand next to him against the railing. “You have dark circles under your eyes that tell me you obviously haven’t been sleeping well and you look like you haven’t brushed your hair in a week.” Eeteuk said in all seriousness despite the small smile that was on his face and he ruffled the younger boy’s hair even further then. “What were you thinking about?”

Kibum sighed again, flicking the ashes off the tip of the cigarette before placing it back between his lips and inhaling again. “I was thinking about…possibly going back to California to be an actor.”

“Kibum…what? Why?”

The younger boy shook his head. “I don’t know. It just seems as though we never see each other anymore. You’re always busy and I’m always busy and we haven’t been together for almost a month so I…I just thought…maybe we could use some time apart. So we could just focus on work for a while…”

“Kibum.” Eeteuk’s voice was stern, almost like he was scolding the younger boy.

“What?” Kibum turned to face his lover who took a hold of his wrist and leaned in to kiss him, their lips pressed harder together than Kibum remembered ever kissing him before.

Eeteuk’s teeth grazed his bottom lip as he pulled away just briefly enough to whisper in Kibum’s ear. “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” Eeteuk warm breath mixed with the warm summer night breeze and Kibum thought there might have been a faint taste of nicotine in Eeteuk’s mouth as he pressed against his again, but it was probably just his own breath. The older boy’s mouth slid across his own in a way he’d long since missed and Kibum raised his free hand to the back of Eeteuk’s head, keeping the cigarette between the first two fingers of the other resting on the railing.

“Hyung…” Kibum managed to voice as Eeteuk’s kisses moved over to the side of his mouth and his cheek. Eeteuk pressed a finger to Kibum’s mouth.

“Shh…”

The next morning Kibum woke up slowly, later than usual judging by the sunlight coming through the window, with the left over taste of the cigarette still lingering in his mouth. He sat up sleepily, pushing the blankets off his bare chest and kind of wondering why he’d slept so long. The thoughts about the previous night ran through his mind as he glanced over to Eeteuk’s empty spot on the bed. “Not tonight, Kibummie. I have work in the morning.” Kibum sighed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to check if anyone had called, but on top of his phone was placed a small piece of paper. Kibum picked it up, curious, and a wide smile crossed his lips along with a few tears that started to build in the back of his eyes as he read the words that were scribbled on it.

“Kibummie,

I love you and sorry about last night. I’ll make up the last month to you this weekend, I promise. Pinky promise even. I don’t want you to ever feel like leaving is the right thing. I want you to stay with me forever.

-Eeteuk.”

Oneshot // Nowhere Else to Go // Kyuhyun x Ryeowook

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 07:23:05 GMT

Title: Nowhere Else to Go
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kyuhyun x Ryeowook
Length: 1879 words
Authors Note: Angst Fluff for the win!

Ryeowook hated when things didn’t go his way. Not that he was spoiled, because he really wasn’t, but when he’d been having a bad day all week it just got slightly irritating. So here he was, sitting on a park bench by himself, all the stuff he could fit packed in a giant trash bag next to him on the ground and the tears in his eyes burned even as they slid down his cheeks because he just didn’t know what to do.

Monday:

Ryeowook sat up in his bed, stretching in the sunlight that wasn’t there then immediately pulling the comforter back up over his shoulders as a cold breeze blew in through the open window he hadn’t realized was open. Where was his morning sunlight to stretch in? It was the middle of May and it was dark and foggy and winter-y outside. He groaned in displeasure as he gazed out at the grey skies and watched as a few drops of rain hit began to fall. At least he had his warm tea to wake him up.

He made his way out to the kitchen, smiling and humming a giddy tune to himself despite what had happened this morning. He washed out a mug with nice warm water, filling it with the liquid before reaching up into the cupboard to pick out a tea bag that wasn’t there. He sent a death glare up at the empty box. He didn’t realize he had used the last one the previous morning. He sighed again, resorting to drinking the warm water to heat him up.

Fortunately he made it to work with no other problems other than a full parking structure, but that wasn’t too bad. So with another smile placed on his lips he got on the elevator to the 15^th floor of the office building he worked in. When the elevator stopped, Ryeowook was met with his boss who had a less than pleasant look on his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked innocently, not noticing the box of his cubicle stuff sitting on the floor next to the older man’s feet.

Tuesday:

Ryeowook made sure to shut the window this time, curling up under his covers, but when he woke up at 3 in the morning covered in sweat because it was so freaking hot in the room he decided that hadn’t been such a great idea. So he opened the window and reveled in the breeze, falling asleep again only to wake up three hours later, cold as an icicle. He just couldn’t win, could he? He pulled the blanket up over his head, remembering he didn’t have work anymore and there was still no tea in his apartment and fell back to sleep once more.

Later that day, when he finally pulled himself out of bed, he went down to the mail box to see if he’d gotten anything to cheer him up, but all that was in there were bills and a letter from his high school friend he hadn’t seen in years asking him to donate money for his daughter’s cancer fund. Great, depressing news on top of an already depressing week. Sorry, he didn’t have any money for frivolous spending right now…

Wednesday:

This morning Ryeowook woke up fine, the sun shining in just like he liked it, warm and delicious, but he still didn’t have any tea so he settled for drinking chocolate milk, but that wasn’t bad because he had been craving it for a few days now and wondered honestly why he hadn’t drunken it sooner. He let out a heavy breath as he finished the glass and decided he would go get more tea today since he had nothing better to do with his time.

The drive there wasn’t too bad, just a few more cars on the road than he would have liked, but when he got there they were out of his favorite flavor so he had to settle for one he didn’t like as much for now. It wasn’t too bad, though because he actually did like this one, just not as much. Plus it had some extra vitamins in it that would hopefully help give him the energy to look for another job. So, reluctantly he bought the tea for more than he thought a box of tea bags should ever be -it’s not his fault he likes the delicious imported stuff- and headed out of the store.

About half-way home he was stopped at a stop light and when he tried to go as the light turned green, his car stalled then stopped altogether. Great. He tried shutting the car off and starting it again, but it wouldn’t start. He leaned his head down on the steering wheel, attempting to think how he was going to get home now. At least he didn’t have a job to get to anymore. Two hours later he managed to push his car back to the apartment complex and into a space where it would just have to stay for now.

Thursday:

A pounding headache racked Ryeowook’s brain the next morning and he managed to roll out of bed, his only encouragement the cup of newly bought hot tea and a Tylenol that awaited him. He wasn’t disappointed. The tea tasted more amazing than he remembered this flavor to be, and the only Tylenol he could find was a prescription dose from about six months back.

He woke up again about seven that night, his headache gone and a smile on his face as he turned on his laptop to start his search for a new job even if was somewhere he didn’t want to work as long as it got him money to pay his rent.

Friday:

Ryeowook woke up to the sound of his phone blaring evil rings in his ear and he groaned as he answered tiredly. A few minutes later he hung up the phone more annoyed than he had been before as he got off his bed and pulled his pants on. He’d just been informed that he’d been complained about by the downstairs neighbor twice this week and they wanted him down in the office to talk about it. He didn’t have any idea what he’d done to make them mad so he was really going down there to plead his case. On second thought he should go down in his pajamas to show that’d any accusation they may have made this morning were wrong because he’d just woken up.

A few minutes later found him, in his pajamas, in the landlord’s office with a young man about his own age who was probably at least six feet tall, yet slightly lanky. He’d never seen this boy before, but he really didn’t look like someone who would complain just to be mean about it. “You could have at least gotten dressed.” The landlord said incredulously, but upon further inspection Ryeowook noticed the other boy still in his pajamas as well.

Turns out it was all a misunderstanding. The office had called him instead of his neighbor that the other boy, Kyuhyun, had been complaining about so Ryeowook laughed it off and decided to go get dressed and head to the park for some fresh air. He sat on the swing, thinking to himself for several hours about who knows what before going home to a message from his former boss. “Kim Ryeowook, we’d like to hire you back. Turns out the person who was going to take your place isn’t as good as we thought he would be. Meet me at the office tomorrow at ten.” But he didn’t have a car…

Saturday:

He woke up to the alarm at eight, quickly getting dressed and eating something before heading out to try and walk to the building to meet his ex-boss. Just his luck though, he got stuck behind a train and the building was actually further away than he thought so by the time he made it there it was ten-thirty and the man was nowhere to be found. It was also then that he realized he hadn’t put his last paycheck in the bank and therefore was late on his house payment that had been due yesterday. He called the apartment office, asking for the landlord to plead his case, but this guy always had the biggest stick up his ass and was never lenient on anything. Now there was a fifty dollar late fee for every day he was late and Ryeowook, unfortunately did not have that kind of money.

He caught a bus to the bank to put the check in his account before going home to send his car payment in, but he didn’t have the rent so the landlord told him flat out he had ten days to pay or move out before they repossessed everything in the apartment.

Monday:

He knew he wouldn’t have the payment in time so two days later Ryeowook had managed to pack everything he wanted into his car, leaving it to sit in the parking lot at least for now, while everything he needed was in a black garbage bag at his feet as he sat on the park bench again, the tears clouding his eyes. What was he going to do? He laid down on the bench, closing his eyes to the sun. This had all happened so fast. Just a week ago he’d been stressing over his lack of tea and now he had what was in his trash bag and that’s it. He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his phone out of his pocket to try and call his parents to see if maybe they would let him come back for a bit, only to find out his phone was dead and wouldn’t even turn on for one call. He gritted his teeth and threw the phone to the cement, breaking the battery out.

“Hey, you’re that guy I accidentally bugged the other day, right?” Ryeowook sat up, turning slowly to face the man now standing next to the bench and nodded, trying to keep the glare out of his eyes because he didn’t deserve it. “Well, what are you doing out here?”

Ryeowook sighed heavily. “Nothing.” He responded slightly sarcastic although it was kind of the truth.

“Well…I um…liked your pajamas.” Ryeowook did glare at him this time, not bothering to keep the anger out of his eyes.

“Thanks.”

“Look, I’m sorry for what I caused. I didn’t mean for them to upset you. I was really complaining about the guy next to you-”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Ryeowook responded with a wave of his hand.

“Well why don’t you come to my apartment and stay for a bit?” Ryeowook glanced up at him at the suggestion. Did he know what had happened?

“Why? I said it wasn’t that bad and I didn’t-”

Much to his annoyance, Kyuhyun cut him off mid-sentence, pointing down at the large plastic bag on the ground. “Because it looks as though you have no where else to go.” And it wasn’t the invitation nor the blatant use of common deduction, but the smile that appear on Kyuhyun’s lips afterward that really did him in.

Drabble // Pleasing The Fifteen-Year-Old // Wonbin x Minhwan

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 06:29:28 GMT

Title: Pleasing The Fifteen-Year-Old
Rating: PG (for potential, maybe-hints at innuendo)
Pairing: Wonbin x Minhwan and Hongki x Jonghoon. but only if you look really, really, REALLY, really, really hard.
Length: 436 Words
Author's Note: This was written off a conversation I had with nongttaengi about this icon I made (well, cropped xD)

“Minhwan, Why are you so smiley today?” Hongki asked the younger boy curiously, noticing the big grin on their magnae’s lips.

“When isn’t he smiley?” Jonghoon asked, butting in from across the room. This comment made Minhwan smile wider if that was at all possible as he glanced over at Wonbin who was currently in the middle of a photo shoot.

“Because Wonbin-hyung has a present waiting for me when we get home tonight.” Their eyes widening at the innuendo that had just spewed from the youngest’s mouth, Hongki and Jonghoon both turned to watch Wonbin in disbelief.

“Wonbin…we uh…heard you had a present for little Hwannie at home.” Jonghoon questioned the other boy once Minhwan was out of earshot.

Wonbin nodded, creasing his eyebrows in confusion. “Yeah, what about it?”

“How can you? He’s only fifteen.”

Now catching onto their concern, Wonbin smirked and shrugged, answering nonchalantly, “What can a say? I know how to please the boy” before walking to the edge of the set to watch his roommate’s photo shoot.

“What could they be doing in there?” Hongki’s voice was just above a whisper as he and Jonghoon tiptoed silently down the hall to Wonbin and Minhwan’s bedroom. There was noise resounding through the hallway of what sounded like giggling and talking but neither of them were sure until they pressed their ears to the door and then they were positive.

“No, not that way, Minhwan.” Wonbin’s voice came lightly through the door. “No, no you’re doing it wrong! Here, let me show you.” Hongki could hear a bit of frustration, but caring in his words and he looked to Jonghoon, still confused and not wanting to believe they were actually doing…that. But Jonghoon was no help as he just shrugged and stood up.

“Maybe we should look?” He suggested, placing his hand gently on the doorknob. Hongki shut his eyes tight as he too stood from his kneeling position and nodded. Jonghoon opened the door ever so slightly and peeked in only to see the two roommates sitting on the floor eating ice cream and playing Mario Kart. Hongki, who had been watching through his fingers sighed and pushed the door open the rest of the way.

“What are you doing?” Wonbin looked back after pausing the game, a spoon still in his mouth. “You said you were…”

Wonbin shook his head and, removing the spoon and setting it in his bowl, corrected Hongki. “I said I knew how to please him. And what pleases fifteen year old boys better than chocolate chip ice cream and a good round of video games?”

Oneshot // Normal Life // Kyuhyun x Henry

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 03:26:54 GMT

Title: Normal Life
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kyuhyun x Henry
Length: 819 words
Author's Note: Been wanting to write this for a while and finally got around to it :) I hope you enjoy it!

Kyuhyun yawned as the seven of them adjusted once again to the seats of their van as they head back to their hotel. It had been another long day of filming variety shows that wouldn’t be shown for another week and doing charity fan signings and everything to help the victims of the earthquake and really all he wanted to do was sleep. He rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes. It felt so good to have them shut after being in the bright light all day and he could feel his daily headache starting from trying to understand the Chinese all day. He’d have to take another Tylenol when they got back. Suddenly he felt a smaller hand in his and opened his eyes just in time to see Henry lean his head down on Kyuhyun’s shoulder. He smiled at the younger boy and rested his head gently against Henry’s hair, holding his fingers tightly in his own as he whispered a faint ‘I love you’ in English before closing his eyes again.

It was difficult being in a relationship, especially with someone who didn’t speak the same language in a country with a language neither of you spoke fluently, but Kyuhyun had grown to love this boy after being there for him through the Don’t Don promotion and the early days of SJ-M. They hadn’t been together very long, about two months now, but they hardly showed it in public. Henry was so afraid someone would find out about them that he hung around Ryeowook all the time, but that was okay because that let Kyuhyun get to know Zhoumi better. Little did Henry know that it didn’t matter who he was close to on TV, that’s who the fans would pair him with. But Kyuhyun didn’t mind. They were just fans and off camera Henry still loved only him.

It wasn’t long before they arrived to the hotel and Kyuhyun awoke with a start as soon as the car turned off, but when the manager opened the sliding door, Henry was still sleeping. “Henry…” Kyuhyun whispered, gently shaking his shoulder to wake the younger boy, but in vain. “Henry, wake up…” He shook him again, a little harder this time. Henry shifted slightly, but still didn’t open his eyes. Kyuhyun sighed, a smile still on his face as he slowly turned in his seat so Henry’s head was rested against his back and he lifted the younger boy’s arms around his shoulders to carry him up to the room they shared.

Kyuhyun waved to the others as best he could with his arms locked under Henry’s legs as he walked past them toward the last room on the floor. As they approached, his adjusted the younger boy on his back to reach in his pocket and carefully pull out the card key. Much to his surprise he felt Henry’s fingers clench the front of his shirt followed by a soft kiss on the back of his neck as he slid the card and jerked the door open. “Henry?”

“I love you, Gege.” Henry said quietly, mixing his English and Chinese. Kyuhyun smiled, setting Henry down lightly on the bed before turning around to catch the younger boy’s lips with his own in a brief kiss.

“I love you too.” He responded in Korean, his tired brain not able to crank it out in English again, but Henry got the point. The younger boy slid himself up to the head of the bed, curling up on top of the blankets, still in his clothes from the day. Kyuhyun glanced at the clock that read 1:30 and yawned again. He removed his shirt, throwing to the ground although he knew that would get him in trouble with the stylist tomorrow and slid his pants off his hips, allowing them to join the shirt on the carpet. He climbed onto the bed behind Henry, wrapping his arm around his waist and settling the younger boy’s head under his chin. “Henry?”

“Mm?” Kyuhyun got in response along with a hand moving to hold his own. A response not unlike one he had expected.

“Do you…ever wish you had…lived a normal life? Like…not become famous?” Kyuhyun asked in hesitated and accented Chinese. It was a random question and he knew it, but it had been poking at the back of his brain for some time now. Henry shook his head ‘no’ against Kyuhyun’s chest in response. “Why?”

It was a few moments before Henry answered and when he did his voice was low and obviously tired. “Because I love you,” He said in Korean. “and if I hadn’t joined SM…I wouldn’t have met you.” He continued in Chinese, but Kyuhyun understood. He smiled again, Henry’s words replaying over and over in his mind as he fell asleep happier than he’d been in a while, his headache suddenly gone.

Oneshot // Just for One Night // Heechul x Kyuhyun

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:24:03 GMT

Title: Just for One Night
Rating: R
Pairing: Heechul x Kyuhyun
Length: 1,586 Words
Author's Note: Written for nongttaengi because Kyuchul is her sencond OTP :)

Just for One Night

“Kyuhyun…” I whispered against the younger boy’s lips before placing another kiss on them as I gently started to massage his chest through the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. “Why do you do this?”

“Do what, hyung?” He asked innocently as his hands wound around my waist, pulling my body down closer to him and the bed until I was in a sitting position on his hips.

“Tease me like this. Aren’t you together with Ryeowook, anyway? Why do you come to me for this and then leave instead of just staying with him for the night?” I slid my hands down his torso and started to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. I knew full well that he had just gotten back from a date with his boyfriend by the way he was dressed in his white button up shirt and nice pants. They’d probably gone somewhere fancy with candlelight and champagne. And I also knew that although I was asking him this, I would still give him what he came to me so often for.

“Hyung…what Ryeowook and I have…” He sighed a little, but then smiled up at me as he guided his hands under my own shirt, lifting it off over my head. “Is purely emotional. When it comes to a physical relationship we’ve never done it together. He goes to Yesung or Sungmin or whoever, I don’t know, and I come to you. That’s how it is.” He explained as he moved his hands down over my chest, the fingers of his left hand lingering at my nipple while the other hand moved to the waistband of my pants.

We had been together several times before this, but I’d never questioned it. And really, I shouldn’t care now, but the more we do it, the more I think that my feelings for the boy are growing. That soon I might want more than just sex, I might want a relationship, to completely take Ryeowook’s spot in this boy’s life. I pulled Kyuhyun’s shirt open as I finished unbuttoning it, gently pushing it off his shoulders, and leaned down, pushing aside the hand that was attempting to get the button on my pants undone.

I ran my tongue along his lower lip before slowly sliding it into his mouth. He moaned slightly into our kiss as one of my hands ran down his side to his pants, quickly undoing them and moving down over the front of his boxers. I smirked and deepened the kiss as I felt his hips push up into my hand slightly, my light touches enticing him into hardness.

My kisses then trailed to his ear. “Do you enjoy that?” I asked him softly, my fingers tightening around him as my words left my lips.

“Heechul….” He let out a low voiced moan to let me know he enjoyed what I was doing and I felt his hand trying to find my waistband again. I felt my lips turn up in a smirk again as I kissed his ear.

“You want me that badly?” I asked sarcastically and as soon as I did he stopped. He knew that the more he tried, the less he was going to get. I moved my mouth back to his, sucking lightly on his lower lip then trailed down to his right nipple and I felt the muscles in his chest tighten under my touch as I ran my tongue over it again and again while my thumb played with the other one. After a few minutes I slid my hand down his stomach then took hold of the edge of his pants and followed those actions closely with a line of kisses.

I heard a small whimper escape him and I glanced up at him. He had his head back against the pillow and his eyes closed. He must be really sensitive tonight. I hadn’t even taken off his clothes and he already looked as though he were about to finish… I quickly removed his pants and boxers, leaving little kisses on his thigh, careful to avoid his hardness.

I went back up, placing a kiss on his lip to which he responded by bringing his hands up and interlacing his fingers in my hair to deepen the kiss. I felt him suck slightly on my tongue as I pulled it away to move it over to his ear. “You’re so hot, Kyuhyun…I love you.” I whispered as I lightly ran my hand across his abdomen then went down again to kiss to top of his erection. I always said things like this in the heat of the moment, so little did he know I actually meant it this time. If I said it when we were done, though, he might understand.

Before long, I was inside him. Because as fun as it is to tease, I’m not real big on foreplay. Especially when my partner is the only one getting pleasure out of it. I leaned down to kiss his chest as I quickened my pace then moved to his jaw line where I ran the tip of my tongue, licking the forming sweat off. He thrust his hips into mine as I thrust into him and I stopped my actions.

He moaned when I did and squirmed slightly beneath me, trying to get me to go again, but I didn’t. I stayed in him and continued to kiss his cheek, his nose, his eye then back to his mouth. I knew he was getting frustrated, though, because when I pulled away he bit my lip, but I just laughed “What…what is with you today…Heechul…You never…you never tease me like this…” He managed to get out softly through his staggered breaths and I couldn’t help but smirk as I led my hand back down to his pelvis, lightly brushing the tips of my fingers against his hardness and he let out a small cry.

“You know what’s funny? I was wondering the same thing about you. It’s never taken only this short of a time to get you this far. I’m afraid if I keep going you’re going to finish already and that’s no fun, now is it?” I told him between the small kisses I was planting on his face, neck and shoulder.

“Well you see…” He started, but his breath hitched and he pushed up into my hips again. “Ryeowook was acting…particularly flirty tonight…and I…ah, Heechul…” He cried again as I slowly started to pull out of him. I hated when he brought Ryeowook into the conversation.

“And you what, Kyuhyun?” I inquired, trying to keep the anger out of my voice as I slammed back into him as hard as I could without being too violent. I waited a few seconds as he steadied his breath again, my eyebrow raised with slight curiosity.

“I…I really…feel kind of jealous…of whoever he’s with tonight…” Enh! Wrong answer, Kyuhyun, wrong answer. I pushed myself back up onto my knees and held his legs in my arms as I started again. I started slow but hard and picked up speed with every thrust, watching as the pleasure and ecstasy visibly ran through his body. Do you feel this Kyuhyun? I’m the one giving you this pleasure. I wish I could tell you no, but every time you come to me I can’t help but love it. Why can’t you see that I want you, Kyuhyun? It always pains me to see you leave, to see you with…him…

It was only about half-an-hour later that Kyuhyun finished beneath me, his white liquid covering the hand he’d been using and his chest. I leaned over once more to lick it, mixed with the sweat, off his chest and a few thrusts later it was my turn to let out a cry of pleasure as I, too, hit my peak.

After my release my whole body gave way and I collapsed onto Kyuhyun, just like every other night. I felt him run his fingers through my hair as I concentrated on slowing my breathing. This time, I did something different though. I wrapped my arms around him instead up rolling off him like I usually do. I kissed his chest as his hand moved from my hair to my back. “Will you stay here tonight, Kyuhyun?”

His actions paused. “But hyung…” he said, his low voice reverberating in his chest. He was back to hyung now…I let go of him and pushed past the hand still on my back to lay on the bed.

“Just…go then…”

He brushed a few hairs back from my face. “It’s just that Ryeowook has a hard time getting to sleep without me there…”

I looked up at him in what I could feel was almost a glare although I didn’t mean it to be. “And what about me? Do you know that I have trouble getting to sleep, too, Kyuhyun?” He was silent. I knew I’d caught him off guard. “I hate that I can’t be with you all the time.” There, I said it. This was the first time I’d admitted it out loud. “I love you, Kyuhyun…”

I saw his features soften and I assumed it was because he could see the tears forming in the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t care the reason. His response was all that mattered. He ran his hand down my arm then kissed my forehead. “I suppose…I suppose I can stay for just this night.”