[changmin/yunho] shit, this isn't my toothbrush
title : shit, this isn't my toothbrush
pairing : changmin/yunho
rating : pg-13
words : 2,076
summary : changmin thinks it's gross to share toothbrushes and yunho thinks not.
a/n : a rather pointless thing that was meant to be a 15minute drabble, but since that turned into 671 words, i decided to flesh it out and now we have something that resembles a fic! partially inspired by this picture here . also in lapslock because again, it was meant to be a drabble. and, it's also unbeta'd :x
it starts with a very simple request.
“can i borrow your toothbrush?” yunho asks him late one night, long after the last bus has left.
“why don’t you just use the one i set out for you?” changmin mumbles, brushing back his bangs with the back of his hand. “there should be one in the cabinet.”
yunho watches changmin from the doorway, leaning against the wood in his boxers, “yeah, i know, but i wanted to use yours.”
“that’s kind of gross, hyung,” changmin says with a scrunch of his nose, “sharing toothbrushes is gross.”
yunho hardly ever presses changmin for things because he knows that if he pushes too hard, changmin will pull away, make an excuse like he always does and it’ll be hell to get changmin back where he wants him.
“we had the same stuff for dinner,” yunho points out as changmin finally tilts his head up to look at him, “and the only other thing i had since then was your come so-,”
changmin holds his hand up and cuts yunho off, going to the older man’s side so that he can open the cabinet door and pull out the extra toothbrush he’s already prepared for yunho to use. “or,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow, “you could use this one.” he hands it to yunho with a smile and turns back to flop into bed.
yunho glances at the brand new toothbrush in his hand and thanks changmin for it, closing the door so that he has some privacy. the new toothbrush is nice, it’s one of the expensive kind with good bristles and rubber that doesn’t smell cheap. the color doesn’t rub off onto yunho’s fingers as he runs it under the cool water and while he knows he could appreciate the effort changmin put into getting him a toothbrush, the fact of the matter is that changmin probably has more than one spare in his apartment to begin with.
they’ve been dating or whatever this “thing” is, for five months now. they rarely go out for dates, choosing to stay at home and watch movies before falling into bed together. it’s tiresome to yunho, this process of arguing over a rom com or a cheap horror flick to watch since they almost always end up pausing the movie halfway in favor of making out or trading sexual favors.
a blowjob by changmin will be followed by rimming from yunho or yunho will be the one to drop to his knees as changmin stretches himself open with flexible wrists that still surprise yunho so many months later.
it’s tiresome because yunho wants more and he’s not sure where he stands with changmin. they fuck around, they eat together, they call and text one another, but they don’t hold hands nor do they kiss just to kiss. yunho’s not a romantic, he’s been through this too many times to think of himself as one anymore, but he isn’t willing to put his heart through the wringer and start all over again if changmin’s only going to ever want him for a quickie on thursdays and some cock sucking on sundays. he knows he deserves better than that. everyone tells him so.
yunho drops the still unused toothbrush into the cup that changmin’s also prepared for him, choosing instead to rinse his mouth with some listerine. the point wasn’t that he needed to brush his teeth, it was that he needed changmin to share something besides his bed and a condom.
it’s stupid though, yunho thinks as he walks out to find changmin already asleep on his side of the bed, a space left for him to fit around. it’s stupid how yunho’s had his mouth around changmin’s cock only an hour ago and yet changmin thinks it’s gross that he can’t share his toothbrush with him.
“stupid,” yunho whispers, arm settling over changmin’s waist as he fits himself into the space that changmin’s left for him. “so stupid.”
- - -
they met at a bar a year ago. it was one of those nights where changmin had two papers due in the next week and three exams to study for but fuck it all, he just wanted to get laid or barring that, get drunk enough to pretend he got laid. admittedly, it’s not hard at all for changmin to get laid. he’s young and incredibly good-looking, and he always gets hit on about half an hour into any setting be it at a party or at a bar. he’s trying his luck tonight at a new bar across the street run by a not so nice man but a very attractive bartender.
“you again,” heechul says from behind the bar.
“that’s right,” changmin says, “me, a paying customer. surprise!”
heechul throws the cloth he’s been holding right at changmin who dodges it and lets it hit the customer in the face right behind him. “this always happens,” changmin says with a sigh, nodding in greeeting at yunho down the other end of the bar, “you should just not do it next time.”
“or you could stop coming,” heechul says with a wave of his hand at the patron that demands to ask why he was hit in the face, “sorry sir,” heechul says, “i’ve got bad aim or your face didn’t register as important enough to spare a hit, take your pick of excuses.”
changmin’s given a beer the moment he sits, chin in hand as he ponders as to why heechul has any business at all given the way he treats his customers.
“they don’t come for me,” the other man tells him before he can even ask, gesturing at yunho, “he’s the one they line up for.”
“makes sense,” changmin mumbles, “he’s the looker and you’re the thinker? no, that doesn’t sound right, the....”
“owner,” heechul says dryly, “i’m just the owner. it’s only my name on the lease, no big deal.”
“i drug them,” yunho whispers as he walks past them to grab the liquor, “a few drops of this stuff and they’re bound to come back,” he says with a wink at changmin.
“he’s kidding,” heechul says when changmin looks at him, “i think.”
- - -
they’re a cliche through and through. the bartender and the drunk customer that gets clingy and just a little too handsy when intoxicated. yunho’s only trying to get changmin home after heechul pawned him off to him when changmin grabs him through his pants and palms him hard enough that it hurts.
“ouch, ouch, okay,” yunho says, gritting his teeth because this really isn’t the way he foresaw his night going, “changmin-ah, you’re going to need to let go of that so i can pee in the morning.”
“s’okay,” changmin says, words slurring as he grins widely at yunho, “s’okay because i like it. i like cock,” he says with a nod of his head, nuzzling into yunho’s neck, “c’mon over, we can like cock together.”
yunho rubs at his face with his free hand and somehow finds the key to changmin’s front door, half carrying and half dragging changmin to his bedroom where he deposits him like a sack of potatoes onto his bed. fuck it, yunho thinks as he walks away, he’s going to need to insist on a maximum drinks rule if this happens again.
“hyuuuuuung,” changmin whines from the bed.
yunho pauses and shakes his head, hand on the knob, “go to sleep, changmin,” he says, “i’m going home. i’ll see you in the morning.”
“hyuuuuuuuuuuuung,” changmin continues, the word slightly muffled now.
yunho grits his teeth, not exactly patient enough for this bullshit, “good night,” he says. he’s halfway out the bedroom door when something soft and warm hits his back. he knows he shouldn’t, but he turns to look and when he finds a pair of black boxer briefs, he can’t say he’s surprised.
“hyung,” changmin says, feet planted on the bed, naked from head to toe, “i’m not really that drunk.”
- - -
it takes a lot of persuading for changmin to meet yunho’s sister. he doesn’t do family members well, hell, he can barely handle his own parents nagging at him, but yunho loves his sister and changmin’s fond enough of yunho that he doesn’t want to piss the older man off. especially not after yunho asks for the fifth time in a week.
jihye’s nice. she’s tall and pretty, looks like a carbon copy of yunho and it freaks changmin out because that’s when he realizes that he not only likes yunho enough to meet his family, he likes yunho enough that he’s not even mildly attracted to jihye and her long legs and ample bosom.
well, shit.
- - -
changmin wakes with yunho’s chest warm against his back and the older man’s lips pressed against his ear. it doesn’t bother him the way it used to, he’s gotten over being claustrophobic in his own bed at about the same time he realized that his bed for one was actually more suited for two.
he can tell that yunho’s drooling again because changmin’s arm is a bit wet and he finds that gross, but it doesn’t bother him nearly enough to get out of bed to wipe it off.
yunho’s arm is heavy around his waist, but changmin likes the way the older man’s palm is pressed flat against his tummy, yunho’s leg nudged between his own so that changmin can feel that yunho’s not wearing underwear again.
he likes these sort of mornings the best. ones in which he wakes before yunho because the older man hardly ever sleeps past 8. there’s no class for him today and yunho’s off as well. it gives them a whole day of freedom and when changmin wakes yunho up with his hand steady and slick on yunho’s cock, he can’t help smiling into the sleepy kiss that yunho gives him, realizing yet again that shit, he really likes this man.
- - -
it ends with a simple request as well.
changmin’s busy packing for them, clothes in a duffle bag that he found from in his closet somewhere, the seams coming apart at the edges, but still useable. they’re off to gwangju for christmas, yunho’s parents have invited him and really, changmin doesn’t do family, but he couldn’t say no when yunho asked.
the older man’s been acting kind of weird lately, tense and smiling only when he thinks changmin’s looking. he says he’s just tired from work, but changmin knows that heechul wouldn’t work yunho hard enough to make him tired. heechul’s too protective for that. it’s something else that he’s not saying and it doesn’t worry changmin so much as it exasperates him.
“hyung?” he calls out, folding some briefs into the bag, “can you grab the ziplock bag from the bathroom?”
yunho does as he’s told, the bag packed and waiting on the sink. he pees while he’s at it, washing his hands and drying them on the spare towel before he takes the bag off the counter to pass off to changmin. it’s not until he’s out of the bathroom that he realizes the bag seems a bit less than it should. he counts two razors, some shaving cream, toothpaste and a single toothbrush.
“changmin-ah,” he says, holding the bag in the palm of his hand, “there’s only one here?”
“one what?” changmin replies, stuffing the bottle of wine into the bag as well, careful to wrap the towel around it so it doesn’t shatter, “one of what?”
“toothbrush,” yunho says after clearing his throat. he holds the bag up by the top, “you only packed yours.”
changmin gestures to the bag, “there’s no more room. we can share, can’t we?”
yunho looks at the duffel that’s already ready to burst, but he knows that if changmin wanted, he could stuff another pair of jeans and two more bottles of wine if he really wanted to. “oh,” he says, eyes on changmin’s fingers that are clenched into a fist, “oh, right, of course,” he says softly, walking right to changmin so that he can tip changmin’s chin up and kiss him hard and reassuring on the lips. “that’s gross though,” yunho says.
“yeah,” changmin replies, bag of toiletry in hand, “yeah, it is.”
“gross,” yunho repeats, kissing changmin until he falls backwards onto the floor, “so, so gross.”
pairing : changmin/yunho
rating : pg-13
words : 2,076
summary : changmin thinks it's gross to share toothbrushes and yunho thinks not.
a/n : a rather pointless thing that was meant to be a 15minute drabble, but since that turned into 671 words, i decided to flesh it out and now we have something that resembles a fic! partially inspired by this picture here . also in lapslock because again, it was meant to be a drabble. and, it's also unbeta'd :x
it starts with a very simple request.
“can i borrow your toothbrush?” yunho asks him late one night, long after the last bus has left.
“why don’t you just use the one i set out for you?” changmin mumbles, brushing back his bangs with the back of his hand. “there should be one in the cabinet.”
yunho watches changmin from the doorway, leaning against the wood in his boxers, “yeah, i know, but i wanted to use yours.”
“that’s kind of gross, hyung,” changmin says with a scrunch of his nose, “sharing toothbrushes is gross.”
yunho hardly ever presses changmin for things because he knows that if he pushes too hard, changmin will pull away, make an excuse like he always does and it’ll be hell to get changmin back where he wants him.
“we had the same stuff for dinner,” yunho points out as changmin finally tilts his head up to look at him, “and the only other thing i had since then was your come so-,”
changmin holds his hand up and cuts yunho off, going to the older man’s side so that he can open the cabinet door and pull out the extra toothbrush he’s already prepared for yunho to use. “or,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow, “you could use this one.” he hands it to yunho with a smile and turns back to flop into bed.
yunho glances at the brand new toothbrush in his hand and thanks changmin for it, closing the door so that he has some privacy. the new toothbrush is nice, it’s one of the expensive kind with good bristles and rubber that doesn’t smell cheap. the color doesn’t rub off onto yunho’s fingers as he runs it under the cool water and while he knows he could appreciate the effort changmin put into getting him a toothbrush, the fact of the matter is that changmin probably has more than one spare in his apartment to begin with.
they’ve been dating or whatever this “thing” is, for five months now. they rarely go out for dates, choosing to stay at home and watch movies before falling into bed together. it’s tiresome to yunho, this process of arguing over a rom com or a cheap horror flick to watch since they almost always end up pausing the movie halfway in favor of making out or trading sexual favors.
a blowjob by changmin will be followed by rimming from yunho or yunho will be the one to drop to his knees as changmin stretches himself open with flexible wrists that still surprise yunho so many months later.
it’s tiresome because yunho wants more and he’s not sure where he stands with changmin. they fuck around, they eat together, they call and text one another, but they don’t hold hands nor do they kiss just to kiss. yunho’s not a romantic, he’s been through this too many times to think of himself as one anymore, but he isn’t willing to put his heart through the wringer and start all over again if changmin’s only going to ever want him for a quickie on thursdays and some cock sucking on sundays. he knows he deserves better than that. everyone tells him so.
yunho drops the still unused toothbrush into the cup that changmin’s also prepared for him, choosing instead to rinse his mouth with some listerine. the point wasn’t that he needed to brush his teeth, it was that he needed changmin to share something besides his bed and a condom.
it’s stupid though, yunho thinks as he walks out to find changmin already asleep on his side of the bed, a space left for him to fit around. it’s stupid how yunho’s had his mouth around changmin’s cock only an hour ago and yet changmin thinks it’s gross that he can’t share his toothbrush with him.
“stupid,” yunho whispers, arm settling over changmin’s waist as he fits himself into the space that changmin’s left for him. “so stupid.”
- - -
they met at a bar a year ago. it was one of those nights where changmin had two papers due in the next week and three exams to study for but fuck it all, he just wanted to get laid or barring that, get drunk enough to pretend he got laid. admittedly, it’s not hard at all for changmin to get laid. he’s young and incredibly good-looking, and he always gets hit on about half an hour into any setting be it at a party or at a bar. he’s trying his luck tonight at a new bar across the street run by a not so nice man but a very attractive bartender.
“you again,” heechul says from behind the bar.
“that’s right,” changmin says, “me, a paying customer. surprise!”
heechul throws the cloth he’s been holding right at changmin who dodges it and lets it hit the customer in the face right behind him. “this always happens,” changmin says with a sigh, nodding in greeeting at yunho down the other end of the bar, “you should just not do it next time.”
“or you could stop coming,” heechul says with a wave of his hand at the patron that demands to ask why he was hit in the face, “sorry sir,” heechul says, “i’ve got bad aim or your face didn’t register as important enough to spare a hit, take your pick of excuses.”
changmin’s given a beer the moment he sits, chin in hand as he ponders as to why heechul has any business at all given the way he treats his customers.
“they don’t come for me,” the other man tells him before he can even ask, gesturing at yunho, “he’s the one they line up for.”
“makes sense,” changmin mumbles, “he’s the looker and you’re the thinker? no, that doesn’t sound right, the....”
“owner,” heechul says dryly, “i’m just the owner. it’s only my name on the lease, no big deal.”
“i drug them,” yunho whispers as he walks past them to grab the liquor, “a few drops of this stuff and they’re bound to come back,” he says with a wink at changmin.
“he’s kidding,” heechul says when changmin looks at him, “i think.”
- - -
they’re a cliche through and through. the bartender and the drunk customer that gets clingy and just a little too handsy when intoxicated. yunho’s only trying to get changmin home after heechul pawned him off to him when changmin grabs him through his pants and palms him hard enough that it hurts.
“ouch, ouch, okay,” yunho says, gritting his teeth because this really isn’t the way he foresaw his night going, “changmin-ah, you’re going to need to let go of that so i can pee in the morning.”
“s’okay,” changmin says, words slurring as he grins widely at yunho, “s’okay because i like it. i like cock,” he says with a nod of his head, nuzzling into yunho’s neck, “c’mon over, we can like cock together.”
yunho rubs at his face with his free hand and somehow finds the key to changmin’s front door, half carrying and half dragging changmin to his bedroom where he deposits him like a sack of potatoes onto his bed. fuck it, yunho thinks as he walks away, he’s going to need to insist on a maximum drinks rule if this happens again.
“hyuuuuuung,” changmin whines from the bed.
yunho pauses and shakes his head, hand on the knob, “go to sleep, changmin,” he says, “i’m going home. i’ll see you in the morning.”
“hyuuuuuuuuuuuung,” changmin continues, the word slightly muffled now.
yunho grits his teeth, not exactly patient enough for this bullshit, “good night,” he says. he’s halfway out the bedroom door when something soft and warm hits his back. he knows he shouldn’t, but he turns to look and when he finds a pair of black boxer briefs, he can’t say he’s surprised.
“hyung,” changmin says, feet planted on the bed, naked from head to toe, “i’m not really that drunk.”
- - -
it takes a lot of persuading for changmin to meet yunho’s sister. he doesn’t do family members well, hell, he can barely handle his own parents nagging at him, but yunho loves his sister and changmin’s fond enough of yunho that he doesn’t want to piss the older man off. especially not after yunho asks for the fifth time in a week.
jihye’s nice. she’s tall and pretty, looks like a carbon copy of yunho and it freaks changmin out because that’s when he realizes that he not only likes yunho enough to meet his family, he likes yunho enough that he’s not even mildly attracted to jihye and her long legs and ample bosom.
well, shit.
- - -
changmin wakes with yunho’s chest warm against his back and the older man’s lips pressed against his ear. it doesn’t bother him the way it used to, he’s gotten over being claustrophobic in his own bed at about the same time he realized that his bed for one was actually more suited for two.
he can tell that yunho’s drooling again because changmin’s arm is a bit wet and he finds that gross, but it doesn’t bother him nearly enough to get out of bed to wipe it off.
yunho’s arm is heavy around his waist, but changmin likes the way the older man’s palm is pressed flat against his tummy, yunho’s leg nudged between his own so that changmin can feel that yunho’s not wearing underwear again.
he likes these sort of mornings the best. ones in which he wakes before yunho because the older man hardly ever sleeps past 8. there’s no class for him today and yunho’s off as well. it gives them a whole day of freedom and when changmin wakes yunho up with his hand steady and slick on yunho’s cock, he can’t help smiling into the sleepy kiss that yunho gives him, realizing yet again that shit, he really likes this man.
- - -
it ends with a simple request as well.
changmin’s busy packing for them, clothes in a duffle bag that he found from in his closet somewhere, the seams coming apart at the edges, but still useable. they’re off to gwangju for christmas, yunho’s parents have invited him and really, changmin doesn’t do family, but he couldn’t say no when yunho asked.
the older man’s been acting kind of weird lately, tense and smiling only when he thinks changmin’s looking. he says he’s just tired from work, but changmin knows that heechul wouldn’t work yunho hard enough to make him tired. heechul’s too protective for that. it’s something else that he’s not saying and it doesn’t worry changmin so much as it exasperates him.
“hyung?” he calls out, folding some briefs into the bag, “can you grab the ziplock bag from the bathroom?”
yunho does as he’s told, the bag packed and waiting on the sink. he pees while he’s at it, washing his hands and drying them on the spare towel before he takes the bag off the counter to pass off to changmin. it’s not until he’s out of the bathroom that he realizes the bag seems a bit less than it should. he counts two razors, some shaving cream, toothpaste and a single toothbrush.
“changmin-ah,” he says, holding the bag in the palm of his hand, “there’s only one here?”
“one what?” changmin replies, stuffing the bottle of wine into the bag as well, careful to wrap the towel around it so it doesn’t shatter, “one of what?”
“toothbrush,” yunho says after clearing his throat. he holds the bag up by the top, “you only packed yours.”
changmin gestures to the bag, “there’s no more room. we can share, can’t we?”
yunho looks at the duffel that’s already ready to burst, but he knows that if changmin wanted, he could stuff another pair of jeans and two more bottles of wine if he really wanted to. “oh,” he says, eyes on changmin’s fingers that are clenched into a fist, “oh, right, of course,” he says softly, walking right to changmin so that he can tip changmin’s chin up and kiss him hard and reassuring on the lips. “that’s gross though,” yunho says.
“yeah,” changmin replies, bag of toiletry in hand, “yeah, it is.”
“gross,” yunho repeats, kissing changmin until he falls backwards onto the floor, “so, so gross.”