LICK
TITLE: Lick
Author: ailaling1017
Genre: romance, crack-ish
Warnings: yaoi, language
Disclaimer: Sad to say, I do not own Super Junior. ;A;
Rating: PG-15 (to be safe)
Pairing: HanChul
Verse: expanded
Type/Status: One-shot; Complete; 1,500-ish W
Summary: Hankyung didn't have a thing for tongues. Heechul's tongue was a different story though.
A/N: Happy Birthday Ate Donna ~ ILY!
Prompt #015 from 100 Super Junior fics challenge. I do not intend to join it but I figured I’d use the prompt anyway.
Setting: 3 jib era
Unbeta’d so bear with the grammar errors and whatnot. T^T
~
Heechul was licking at a strawberry lollipop and Hankyung’s adams apple bobbed up and down as he shamelessly gaped at the man before him. There was just something about Heechul’s tongue that drives Hankyung insane. A fucking tease - that’s what it is.
Hankyung was almost sure that Heechul was doing it on purpose - and this wasn’t just his over active imagination fueled by teenage hormones that his 25 year-old body still seemed to be abundant of. No, not at all. Hankyung’s conclusion was anything but baseless. As a matter of fact, he has made a list of certain instances that may prove his point aptly named as: “The instances when Heechul is fxxkin’ with my mind.”
He’s currently at number four and waiting for number five to prove his point.
~
One
They were in another one of their regular beer drinking sessions - Hankyung didn’t like soju and Heechul was just about too willing to drink anything with the word “proof” on its label. Hankyung couldn’t help but ogle as Heechul ever so slowly brought the beer can to his lips - tilting it at a forty-five degree angle, in a manner that would make all those commercial models have a run for their money. He felt his brain go dry as a trail of beer escaped from where Heechul’s lips were latched onto the can and Heechul’s tongue darted out of nowhere to lick the spilt liquid off the can faster than it had fallen. Beer, after all, was expensive and Heechul insisted that he get his money’s worth as they were splitting the expenses 50-50.
Hankyung would’ve attributed the tingly feeling at the back of his neck as a sign of being drunk, except that he was as sober as Eunhyuk and that says a lot since Eunhyuk didn’t drink. Quite arguable though since a sober Eunhyuk acted more like a drunk man than a drunk Hankyung. It’s confusing, really.
Two
They were celebrating their first win for their third comeback album. It has been customary for Hankyung to sit across Heechul - their constant need to talk to each other about just anything making them do such. So, when Hankyung sat across Heechul that night, he didn’t see any harm in doing so - boy was he so wrong.
Just as they finished dinner - or more like after they wolfed down whatever food they could grab like starved animals, the manager signaled for the waiter to bring in three gallons of ice cream - ‘coz seriously, what’s a celebration without ice cream right!?
Hankyung felt his ears go a deep shade of scarlet as Heechul licked the ice cream melting off the cone, taking his long fingers in and out of his mouth one by one.
“Hannie, are you okay?” Heechul who seemed to have noticed Hankyung’s discomfort looked at him curiously as he popped his thumb out of his mouth - tongue showing ever-so-slightly.
God knows Hankyung wanted to reply but no words came out of his mouth. All he was able to do was run to the bathroom and lock himself in - ignoring the knocks on the door until Heechul threatened to leave him behind. Good thing the members bought his story about having a sensitivity reaction to Korean food - he was Chinese after all. Never mind that he had been living in Korea for who knows how long already and that he would’ve gotten used to it by now. Hankyung was more than glad not to point it out anyway.
Three
They were performing on Inkigayo and they may seem like the biggest dorks on the planet, but when Super Junior performs, they mean business. Thus, Hankyung mentally kicked himself as he let his guard down for no more than a few seconds and allowed himself to gaze towards Heechul’s general direction. As luck would have it, it was exactly the same moment Heechul, the son of a bitch, did his signature “tongue performance.”
Hankyung couldn’t do so much other than clench his jaw as he restrained the urge to join the screaming fan girls in squealing for Heechul with every nerve of his being. He was pretty sure that had they not practiced the choreography so much to the point wherein Hankyung could dance it in his sleep, he would’ve lost his grip and gone all spazzy on them. Objectively speaking, a tongue shouldn’t really affect him that much but logic seemed futile in times like these. It was Kim fucking Heechul’s tongue we were talking about, after all. I mean, look at it! Look at that tongue. It looked so soft and pink and wet and…
Suddenly, it was Hankyung’s turn to sing and he had to push the matter at the back of his head for the mean time.
Four
Heechul had his tongue out and was complaining as it got scalded by hot ramen soup. What made him drink the soup off the pot that was still on top of the burning stove was beyond anyone ‘coz seriously, you do not do that - normal people don’t anyway.
“Han-ung-pl-ease-pas-e-ice.” Heechul said with his tongue still sticking out.
Hankyung stood frozen on the spot near the refrigerator - having just gotten in the kitchen.
“Ya!” Heechul strode across the room and stopped in front of Hankyung - snapping his fingers in front of the Chinese man’s face.
Hankyung was so flustered as he found himself staring at Heechul’s face which was just a few inches away from his and he couldn’t help but take a step back. Now, when he thinks about it, it might have been due to the fact that he wasn’t quite ready to see the tongue which had fueled a lot of his rather inappropriate dreams in such close proximity. He ended up scrambling out of the kitchen - ignoring Heechul’s angry yells and curses about how disrespectful dongsaengs can be these days. Hankyung couldn’t even be bothered with keeping his image as mister-goody-two-shoes - not when all he wanted was to make Heechul feel even a fraction of the heat he was feeling at that moment - a different kind than that of the result of hot soup, that is.
~
Number five was still blank because as of the moment, Heechul was sitting beside Hankyung on the living room couch - licking his way around the strawberry lollipop a fan gave him to “improve his mood” after being particularly sulky on Youngstreet that night.
They were watching an English film. Heechul seemed to be so fond of them and Hankyung knew better than to question him if he actually understood what was being said - Korean subtitles needed time to be released and Heechul was never one to be patient in waiting so he watched the latest un-subbed movies anyway.
Contrary to popular belief, Hankyung actually loved his life and he didn’t want to die an early death if he does so much as challenge his hyung’s rather questionable English skills. He would’ve imagined Heechul rolling his eyeballs at him anyway. “I took up English as a major in university, thank you very much.” Heechul would probably say to him while beating him with whatever object was within arm’s reach at any given time Hankyung chooses to do so.
A particularly racy scene was now playing on the television screen and Hankyung became more distracted than ever as the two male leads - yes, two male leads (Hankyung found out later that the movie was entitled “Brokeback Mountain” and it actually came out years prior. Heechul just chose to watch the un-subbed version for who knows what reason) - started to get it on in a tent, of all places.
Hankyung knew better than to react so he glued his eyes onto the screen instead. At least, there were less chances of him jumping a monitor than a certain someone who was making the heat on his collar unbearable.
Heechul wasn’t talking either and that was rare.
The tension in the air was so thick that it was almost palpable. Hankyung allowed himself a peak at the man beside him and found himself at wit’s end when he saw that Heechul was staring back at him - the eye contact sending shivers down his spine.
Everything was a blur as Hankyung found himself being pinned on the sofa as Heechul jumped him - crashing their lips together. Hankyung thought Heechul tasted like strawberries - or maybe that was the lollipop. Never mind that now.
“Took you long enough.” Heechul taunted as soon as they broke away from each other for the need to breathe - mischievous glint never leaving his eyes as he spoke.
“What? How did you?” Hankyung stuttered - utterly dumbfounded at how Heechul knew of his dirty little secret.
“I am Kim Heechul.” Heechul replied, as if that explained everything - shrugging as he leaned in closer to bring their lips together once again.
Hankyung smiled into the kiss. Damn was he so right. Heechul’s tongue was definitely talented - in more ways than one.
-END-
P.S. Happy Birthday Ate! You did say you ship HanChul so here goes nothing. xD
P.S.S. I miss HanChul SFM ;AAAAAAA;
P.S.S.S. COMMENTS ARE LOVED!\o/
Author: ailaling1017
Genre: romance, crack-ish
Warnings: yaoi, language
Disclaimer: Sad to say, I do not own Super Junior. ;A;
Rating: PG-15 (to be safe)
Pairing: HanChul
Verse: expanded
Type/Status: One-shot; Complete; 1,500-ish W
Summary: Hankyung didn't have a thing for tongues. Heechul's tongue was a different story though.
A/N: Happy Birthday Ate Donna ~ ILY!
Prompt #015 from 100 Super Junior fics challenge. I do not intend to join it but I figured I’d use the prompt anyway.
Setting: 3 jib era
Unbeta’d so bear with the grammar errors and whatnot. T^T
~
Heechul was licking at a strawberry lollipop and Hankyung’s adams apple bobbed up and down as he shamelessly gaped at the man before him. There was just something about Heechul’s tongue that drives Hankyung insane. A fucking tease - that’s what it is.
Hankyung was almost sure that Heechul was doing it on purpose - and this wasn’t just his over active imagination fueled by teenage hormones that his 25 year-old body still seemed to be abundant of. No, not at all. Hankyung’s conclusion was anything but baseless. As a matter of fact, he has made a list of certain instances that may prove his point aptly named as: “The instances when Heechul is fxxkin’ with my mind.”
He’s currently at number four and waiting for number five to prove his point.
~
One
They were in another one of their regular beer drinking sessions - Hankyung didn’t like soju and Heechul was just about too willing to drink anything with the word “proof” on its label. Hankyung couldn’t help but ogle as Heechul ever so slowly brought the beer can to his lips - tilting it at a forty-five degree angle, in a manner that would make all those commercial models have a run for their money. He felt his brain go dry as a trail of beer escaped from where Heechul’s lips were latched onto the can and Heechul’s tongue darted out of nowhere to lick the spilt liquid off the can faster than it had fallen. Beer, after all, was expensive and Heechul insisted that he get his money’s worth as they were splitting the expenses 50-50.
Hankyung would’ve attributed the tingly feeling at the back of his neck as a sign of being drunk, except that he was as sober as Eunhyuk and that says a lot since Eunhyuk didn’t drink. Quite arguable though since a sober Eunhyuk acted more like a drunk man than a drunk Hankyung. It’s confusing, really.
Two
They were celebrating their first win for their third comeback album. It has been customary for Hankyung to sit across Heechul - their constant need to talk to each other about just anything making them do such. So, when Hankyung sat across Heechul that night, he didn’t see any harm in doing so - boy was he so wrong.
Just as they finished dinner - or more like after they wolfed down whatever food they could grab like starved animals, the manager signaled for the waiter to bring in three gallons of ice cream - ‘coz seriously, what’s a celebration without ice cream right!?
Hankyung felt his ears go a deep shade of scarlet as Heechul licked the ice cream melting off the cone, taking his long fingers in and out of his mouth one by one.
“Hannie, are you okay?” Heechul who seemed to have noticed Hankyung’s discomfort looked at him curiously as he popped his thumb out of his mouth - tongue showing ever-so-slightly.
God knows Hankyung wanted to reply but no words came out of his mouth. All he was able to do was run to the bathroom and lock himself in - ignoring the knocks on the door until Heechul threatened to leave him behind. Good thing the members bought his story about having a sensitivity reaction to Korean food - he was Chinese after all. Never mind that he had been living in Korea for who knows how long already and that he would’ve gotten used to it by now. Hankyung was more than glad not to point it out anyway.
Three
They were performing on Inkigayo and they may seem like the biggest dorks on the planet, but when Super Junior performs, they mean business. Thus, Hankyung mentally kicked himself as he let his guard down for no more than a few seconds and allowed himself to gaze towards Heechul’s general direction. As luck would have it, it was exactly the same moment Heechul, the son of a bitch, did his signature “tongue performance.”
Hankyung couldn’t do so much other than clench his jaw as he restrained the urge to join the screaming fan girls in squealing for Heechul with every nerve of his being. He was pretty sure that had they not practiced the choreography so much to the point wherein Hankyung could dance it in his sleep, he would’ve lost his grip and gone all spazzy on them. Objectively speaking, a tongue shouldn’t really affect him that much but logic seemed futile in times like these. It was Kim fucking Heechul’s tongue we were talking about, after all. I mean, look at it! Look at that tongue. It looked so soft and pink and wet and…
Suddenly, it was Hankyung’s turn to sing and he had to push the matter at the back of his head for the mean time.
Four
Heechul had his tongue out and was complaining as it got scalded by hot ramen soup. What made him drink the soup off the pot that was still on top of the burning stove was beyond anyone ‘coz seriously, you do not do that - normal people don’t anyway.
“Han-ung-pl-ease-pas-e-ice.” Heechul said with his tongue still sticking out.
Hankyung stood frozen on the spot near the refrigerator - having just gotten in the kitchen.
“Ya!” Heechul strode across the room and stopped in front of Hankyung - snapping his fingers in front of the Chinese man’s face.
Hankyung was so flustered as he found himself staring at Heechul’s face which was just a few inches away from his and he couldn’t help but take a step back. Now, when he thinks about it, it might have been due to the fact that he wasn’t quite ready to see the tongue which had fueled a lot of his rather inappropriate dreams in such close proximity. He ended up scrambling out of the kitchen - ignoring Heechul’s angry yells and curses about how disrespectful dongsaengs can be these days. Hankyung couldn’t even be bothered with keeping his image as mister-goody-two-shoes - not when all he wanted was to make Heechul feel even a fraction of the heat he was feeling at that moment - a different kind than that of the result of hot soup, that is.
~
Number five was still blank because as of the moment, Heechul was sitting beside Hankyung on the living room couch - licking his way around the strawberry lollipop a fan gave him to “improve his mood” after being particularly sulky on Youngstreet that night.
They were watching an English film. Heechul seemed to be so fond of them and Hankyung knew better than to question him if he actually understood what was being said - Korean subtitles needed time to be released and Heechul was never one to be patient in waiting so he watched the latest un-subbed movies anyway.
Contrary to popular belief, Hankyung actually loved his life and he didn’t want to die an early death if he does so much as challenge his hyung’s rather questionable English skills. He would’ve imagined Heechul rolling his eyeballs at him anyway. “I took up English as a major in university, thank you very much.” Heechul would probably say to him while beating him with whatever object was within arm’s reach at any given time Hankyung chooses to do so.
A particularly racy scene was now playing on the television screen and Hankyung became more distracted than ever as the two male leads - yes, two male leads (Hankyung found out later that the movie was entitled “Brokeback Mountain” and it actually came out years prior. Heechul just chose to watch the un-subbed version for who knows what reason) - started to get it on in a tent, of all places.
Hankyung knew better than to react so he glued his eyes onto the screen instead. At least, there were less chances of him jumping a monitor than a certain someone who was making the heat on his collar unbearable.
Heechul wasn’t talking either and that was rare.
The tension in the air was so thick that it was almost palpable. Hankyung allowed himself a peak at the man beside him and found himself at wit’s end when he saw that Heechul was staring back at him - the eye contact sending shivers down his spine.
Everything was a blur as Hankyung found himself being pinned on the sofa as Heechul jumped him - crashing their lips together. Hankyung thought Heechul tasted like strawberries - or maybe that was the lollipop. Never mind that now.
“Took you long enough.” Heechul taunted as soon as they broke away from each other for the need to breathe - mischievous glint never leaving his eyes as he spoke.
“What? How did you?” Hankyung stuttered - utterly dumbfounded at how Heechul knew of his dirty little secret.
“I am Kim Heechul.” Heechul replied, as if that explained everything - shrugging as he leaned in closer to bring their lips together once again.
Hankyung smiled into the kiss. Damn was he so right. Heechul’s tongue was definitely talented - in more ways than one.
-END-
P.S. Happy Birthday Ate! You did say you ship HanChul so here goes nothing. xD
P.S.S. I miss HanChul SFM ;AAAAAAA;
P.S.S.S. COMMENTS ARE LOVED!\o/