[Fanfic] Ulcers
Title: Ulcers
Pairing: Haehyuk, Yehyuk
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Slight crack, Smut
Length: One-shot, 2,086 words.
Summary: “Fuck my life, I miss Donghae.” He collapsed on the dining table and sobbed like a little brat who couldn’t even eat a meal right.
Windows left unclosed, the white and translucent curtains flew up when the breeze intruded the room with a faint piano melody wafted together with it. The lavenders and the flower petals of the blossom trees fluttered. The sunlight touched on the sleeping man’s face from time to time, as when the curtains let it in. He pressurised his eyes and turned to the other side only to know that the same thing would bound to happen again. He pulled the blanket that was pressed under his sleeping partner’s body and it caused him to fall onto the ground when the blanket got off the latter, with his head knocking against it. He cried in pain.
“Fuck my life.” He howled under the covers.
But not soon after, he fell back asleep again.
It was then his sleeping partner started kicking him, who was rolled in a ball-like shape, fully covered with a blanket.
“Get up,” He groaned. “You will catch a cold if you sleep on the floor without a cloth on your body.”
“I have a blanket on me.”
“Don’t belittle spring cold.”
“Jongwoon,” His sleeping partner squatted down upon hearing his name being voiced. “I miss Donghae.” The man then popped his head out of the blanket, pouting.
“Wow, what happened to your lips.”
“My lips?”
“Yeah, it’s bleeding… a lot.”
He stared at Jongwoon for a good five seconds and rushed into the bathroom not long after before he could scream ‘you kissed me too hard yesterday, didn’t you’ to the latter.
-
This was the nth time that the man reflected his face in the mirror. His fervid red hair went well with the morning sunlight that pierced through that relatively small window at the back. He positioned his face until he could see his nostrils and tilted his head to the side.
“Damn you, Jongwoon.” He cursed when he was in the midst of counting the hickeys around his neck and collarbones area. He then bit his lower lip and flinched.
“Fuck.” He covered his mouth and got his realisation of having a few ulcers and chapped and skin-torn lips back again.
“It’ll be good if you refrain from cursing every early in the morning.” Jongwoon expressed while stepping in the bathroom with a mug and a toothbrush.
“All faults lie on you, asshole.”
“You bit on your lips when you fell, didn’t you?” Jongwoon laughed and took a glimpse at the redhead from the mirror. “And the ulcers in your mouth were caused by the consecutive sleepless nights and getting unnecessary hangovers.
The latter snorted and was intending to leave.
“Hyukjae,” Jongwoon managed to pull his index finger gently. Hyukjae gulped. “You haven’t brush your teeth, yet.”
The couple spent a whole hour inside the bathroom washing themselves up. Hyukjae literally crawled out from the confined box and howled in pain. He gave up moving on and lied himself on the ground.
“I miss Donghae.” He complained. “I miss Donghae.” He repeated again, as if wanting to hear a response from Jongwoon.
“I’m leaving for class.” Jongwoon appeared in Hyukjae’s vision again, taking his shoulder bag on the couch, perfectly dressed - neat and charming.
“I miss Donghae.”
Hyukjae looked up with a pout.
“Bye.”
Jongwoon started walking towards the door.
“I miss Donghae”
Hyukjae’s eyes followed.
“Bye, I’ll miss you.”
Jongwoon smiled with a wink before shutting the door closed.
Hyukjae signed and grumbled again.
I miss Donghae.
Donghae was Hyukjae’s lover. He worked under the government and was assigned to fly overseas for work very frequently. During the days (or even months) when Donghae was not around, Hyukjae would go to Jongwoon.
-
Hyukjae tried to cook himself something easy to swallow and would most probably hurt his mouth the least. After the havoc he made in the kitchen, he finally came out with something decent and edible.
“Ouch.” Hyukjae cried when the spoon contacted one of his ulcers. “Fuck my life, I miss Donghae.” He collapsed on the dining table and sobbed like a little brat who couldn’t even eat a meal right.
On the other hand, Jongwoon was released from his first lecture and was planning to give a call to Hyukjae while walking towards the café to grab a bite.
“Have you eaten?”
“Yeah, just managed to finish something I cooked one-and-a-half hours ago…” Hyukjae voiced out restlessly.
“Hyukjae, don’t you know today’s date?”
“Uh…” Hyukjae tried to drag a pause. “24th of January?” It was evidently referred from a calendar.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Never mind.” Jongwoon hung up when he opened the door to the café.
-
Minutes after Jongwoon’s second lecture had ended, his phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Jongwoon?”
“Uh yeah.”
“So did he know?”
“Nope.”
“How could he.”
“But he complained a lot that he misses you though.”
“I shall make him miss me more.” The other party laughed.
“Spare the poor boy. He’s in agony now.”
“You did him too hard?”
“Everytime.” Jongwoon remained calm. “But no, not about this.”
“Then?”
“Try to French kiss him when you meet him.”
“Huh?”
“Just do it, I have to go now. I need to see my lecturer.” Intending to hang up, Donghae halted him.
“Sorry Jongwoon, but in the future I think you won’t be called anymore.”
“Oh, so everything’s settled?”
Donghae laughed softly before hanging up the call.
-
Hyukjae cursed once again when he glared at the clock ticking its way to midnight.
“Where the heck is that asshole? His university ate him up?” He asked, to no one particular.
He threw himself back to the bed and bounced up a little. He carefully played his ulcers with his tongue and his eyes would be shut closed whenever he touched on the crucial spot of the wounds.
“Why do ulcers even exist…” He sighed and not long after, his apartment blacked out. “Jesus Christ, thank god I’m a nyctalopic, or not.” Hyukjae covered himself with the blanket and rolled to the middle of the bed. He breathed deeply.
The next moment, he realised that somebody was pulling the blanket off his body. He stood up and sat on the bed, looking at random directions.
“Kim Jongwoon, what the hell do you think you are doing? And what time do you think it is now?” Hyukjae ruffled his hair and yawned.
“Lee Hyukjae,” A voice spoke, but it wasn’t Jongwoon’s. “Have you forgotten me?” He then shifted Hyukjae’s head, apparently facing him. He pinched his cheeks and did a quick peck on his lips.
“H-hae?” Hyukjae tried to feel the upper part of Donghae, trying to assure himself twice that it was him.
“Missed me?” Donghae smiled.
“Yeah, more than you could imagine.” Donghae felt Hyukjae tears with his hands on his face.
“Three months,” Donghae hugged the redhead. “Three months and you’ve been cheating on me with Jongwoon.”
“We all knew it well, didn’t we?”
“Yeah.” Donghae smelt Hyukjae’s neck. “You have hickeys over here.”
“Shut up.”
Donghae sighed, “I wish I could have you all by myself from now onwards.”
“You wish…”
Donghae pulled away from Hyukjae and gave in a deep kiss. Hyukjae tightened his already closed eyes and squeezed Donghae’s arms tightly.
“Fuck,” Hyukjae’s lips parted away from Donghae’s and their saliva was dripping down to the mattress. Hyukjae wasn’t in time to swallow it. Donghae looked at Hyukjae dubiously. “I’m having ulcers in my mouth now.” Donghae cleaned the saliva around the latter’s mouth when he was trying to explain. “They hurt like fuck.”
Donghae said nothing and drew his face closer to Hyukjae. He sandwiched Hyukjae’s lower lip with his lips and pulled away again. He grinned.
“That’s what you get from cheating on me.”
“I-I,” Hyukjae stuttered. “I won’t cheat on you, if you don’t leave me… again.” Hyukjae pouted and looked down.
“Yeah, you won’t have the chance to cheat on me… again.” Donghae pushed Hyukjae down on the bed and planted a kiss on his forehead.
Hyukjae managed to grab Donghae’s hands and he held them tightly. Donghae continued to kiss his lover’s body and his fingers were playing with Hyukjae’s nipples. Hyukjae moaned and occasionally would howl when he accidentally bit his lower lip. Donghae went back up again and covered Hyukjae’s lips with his mouth. In the times when Hyukjae wanted to back away to ease the pain of his ulcers Donghae would lock his head and prevent him from getting away.
“Sorry baby, I know it hurts but…” Donghae panted. “Please endure?” Donghae looked at him with a pair of puppy eyes - even though he knew that Hyukjae couldn’t see them. “Just for tonight.” Donghae stuck out his tongue and took off Hyukjae’s sweat pants together with his underwear.
He licked Hyukjae’s erection and kissed the tip of it. He held on it gently and started to lick his inner thighs until he reached the bridge of his crotch. Hyukjae continued to moan throughout the foreplay and he randomly grabbed onto Donghae’s hair and pulled them up.
“Baby, you’re so rough.”
Hyukjae panted, “Kiss… kiss me.”
“Nope,” Donghae beamed. “Lick me.” He showed his tongue - again, even though he knew that Hyukjae couldn’t see. “Here,” he shove Hyukjae head to his erection.
Hyukjae stuck out his tongue and tried to lick whatever he could. He wasn’t sure which part he was licking but when he felt that he had licked the tip of it, Donghae immediately pushed his head down.
“Revenge.”
“Ee huckingn hurrs!”
“Huh?” Donghae looked down to the Hyukjae who was struggling to get away from the thing inside his mouth. Hyukjae let his saliva trailed down on Donghae’s dick.
“Le mei gaa!” Hyukjae slapped Donghae’s waist.
Donghae released Hyukjae and Hyukjae gulped down the remaining saliva in tears.
“It hurts.” Hyukjae howled.
“Sorry.” Donghae wiped off the tears on Hyukjae. “I’ll be gentle.” He then kissed on Hyukjae’s pouting lips to seek for forgiveness.
Hyukjae was lying on the bed, Donghae brought the redhead’s legs up and rested them on his shoulders. He pulled Hyukjae closer and lifted up his hips, spreading out his fundament towards the outside. He positioned the tip of his erection to Hyukjae’s entrance and then he started to perforate into it.
Hyukjae moaned in pleasure.
Donghae continued to jab his erection and Hyukjae held Donghae’s arms tightly. His toes were squeezed together and his legs were wrapping around Donghae’s neck, unconsciously pulling Donghae closer.
Donghae lifted Hyukjae’s upper body up and they hugged while Donghae continued with the thrusting. Hyukjae turned for a wet kiss and Donghae went with it.
“I could feel your ulcers.” Donghae uttered breathlessly. “And I’m coming.”
“Don’t mess with them.” Hyukjae whispered into Donghae’s ears while resting his head on the elder’s shoulder. “Me… too.”
Seconds after Donghae ate Hyukjae’s lips again, he came inside Hyukjae and playfully bit on one of Hyukjae’s ulcers. Hyukjae then came unwillingly while hugging his lover tightly in pain, tears in his eyes.
“Did it feel good?” Donghae smirked while he pulled his thing out of Hyukjae. Semen was overflowing in Hyukjae’s hole.
Hyukjae couldn’t speak a word. He tried to glare at Donghae (a space where he thought Donghae would be at) and resided inside the covers.
“Sorry baby.” Donghae slipped his head into the covers. “I love you.” He then planted yet another kiss on Hyukjae’s swollen lips.
-
The next morning was marked with the same breeze carrying the same scent and the same piano melody into the house again. Everything remained the same except for the man’s sleeping partner. They lied beside each other with the blanket covered the lower part of their bodies only. When the redhead had his eyes opened, the first thing that came into his vision was his lover.
“Good morning.” Donghae smiled and rubbed the latter’s cheek.
Hyukjae ignored and turned to the other side, cheeks puffed.
“Hyu -”
“Hyukjae-ah,” The intended name was called, but in a different person’s voice.
“Jongwoon?” Hyukjae sat up, red hair disheveled.
“I bought you cream.” Jongwoon showed him a plastic bag, apparently had different kinds of medical cream inside. He then ran through his own lips with his index finger, trying to show that they were for his mouth.
“Jongwoon-ah,” Hyukjae was close to tears.
“Yah, you bastard why are you here!” Donghae then threw a pillow at Jongwoon.
“I changed my mind,” Jongwoon smiled while stepping closer to the redhead. “I still want to be needed…” He coiled his arms around Hyukjae’s neck. “By him.”
Wet kisses.
A/n: My ulcers and chapped lips are almost healing already ;~; Somehow I needed somebody to share the same agony with me haha. Yeah, I'm still at work =w= Comments are highly appreciated \O/
Pairing: Haehyuk, Yehyuk
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Slight crack, Smut
Length: One-shot, 2,086 words.
Summary: “Fuck my life, I miss Donghae.” He collapsed on the dining table and sobbed like a little brat who couldn’t even eat a meal right.
Windows left unclosed, the white and translucent curtains flew up when the breeze intruded the room with a faint piano melody wafted together with it. The lavenders and the flower petals of the blossom trees fluttered. The sunlight touched on the sleeping man’s face from time to time, as when the curtains let it in. He pressurised his eyes and turned to the other side only to know that the same thing would bound to happen again. He pulled the blanket that was pressed under his sleeping partner’s body and it caused him to fall onto the ground when the blanket got off the latter, with his head knocking against it. He cried in pain.
“Fuck my life.” He howled under the covers.
But not soon after, he fell back asleep again.
It was then his sleeping partner started kicking him, who was rolled in a ball-like shape, fully covered with a blanket.
“Get up,” He groaned. “You will catch a cold if you sleep on the floor without a cloth on your body.”
“I have a blanket on me.”
“Don’t belittle spring cold.”
“Jongwoon,” His sleeping partner squatted down upon hearing his name being voiced. “I miss Donghae.” The man then popped his head out of the blanket, pouting.
“Wow, what happened to your lips.”
“My lips?”
“Yeah, it’s bleeding… a lot.”
He stared at Jongwoon for a good five seconds and rushed into the bathroom not long after before he could scream ‘you kissed me too hard yesterday, didn’t you’ to the latter.
-
This was the nth time that the man reflected his face in the mirror. His fervid red hair went well with the morning sunlight that pierced through that relatively small window at the back. He positioned his face until he could see his nostrils and tilted his head to the side.
“Damn you, Jongwoon.” He cursed when he was in the midst of counting the hickeys around his neck and collarbones area. He then bit his lower lip and flinched.
“Fuck.” He covered his mouth and got his realisation of having a few ulcers and chapped and skin-torn lips back again.
“It’ll be good if you refrain from cursing every early in the morning.” Jongwoon expressed while stepping in the bathroom with a mug and a toothbrush.
“All faults lie on you, asshole.”
“You bit on your lips when you fell, didn’t you?” Jongwoon laughed and took a glimpse at the redhead from the mirror. “And the ulcers in your mouth were caused by the consecutive sleepless nights and getting unnecessary hangovers.
The latter snorted and was intending to leave.
“Hyukjae,” Jongwoon managed to pull his index finger gently. Hyukjae gulped. “You haven’t brush your teeth, yet.”
The couple spent a whole hour inside the bathroom washing themselves up. Hyukjae literally crawled out from the confined box and howled in pain. He gave up moving on and lied himself on the ground.
“I miss Donghae.” He complained. “I miss Donghae.” He repeated again, as if wanting to hear a response from Jongwoon.
“I’m leaving for class.” Jongwoon appeared in Hyukjae’s vision again, taking his shoulder bag on the couch, perfectly dressed - neat and charming.
“I miss Donghae.”
Hyukjae looked up with a pout.
“Bye.”
Jongwoon started walking towards the door.
“I miss Donghae”
Hyukjae’s eyes followed.
“Bye, I’ll miss you.”
Jongwoon smiled with a wink before shutting the door closed.
Hyukjae signed and grumbled again.
I miss Donghae.
Donghae was Hyukjae’s lover. He worked under the government and was assigned to fly overseas for work very frequently. During the days (or even months) when Donghae was not around, Hyukjae would go to Jongwoon.
-
Hyukjae tried to cook himself something easy to swallow and would most probably hurt his mouth the least. After the havoc he made in the kitchen, he finally came out with something decent and edible.
“Ouch.” Hyukjae cried when the spoon contacted one of his ulcers. “Fuck my life, I miss Donghae.” He collapsed on the dining table and sobbed like a little brat who couldn’t even eat a meal right.
On the other hand, Jongwoon was released from his first lecture and was planning to give a call to Hyukjae while walking towards the café to grab a bite.
“Have you eaten?”
“Yeah, just managed to finish something I cooked one-and-a-half hours ago…” Hyukjae voiced out restlessly.
“Hyukjae, don’t you know today’s date?”
“Uh…” Hyukjae tried to drag a pause. “24th of January?” It was evidently referred from a calendar.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Never mind.” Jongwoon hung up when he opened the door to the café.
-
Minutes after Jongwoon’s second lecture had ended, his phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Jongwoon?”
“Uh yeah.”
“So did he know?”
“Nope.”
“How could he.”
“But he complained a lot that he misses you though.”
“I shall make him miss me more.” The other party laughed.
“Spare the poor boy. He’s in agony now.”
“You did him too hard?”
“Everytime.” Jongwoon remained calm. “But no, not about this.”
“Then?”
“Try to French kiss him when you meet him.”
“Huh?”
“Just do it, I have to go now. I need to see my lecturer.” Intending to hang up, Donghae halted him.
“Sorry Jongwoon, but in the future I think you won’t be called anymore.”
“Oh, so everything’s settled?”
Donghae laughed softly before hanging up the call.
-
Hyukjae cursed once again when he glared at the clock ticking its way to midnight.
“Where the heck is that asshole? His university ate him up?” He asked, to no one particular.
He threw himself back to the bed and bounced up a little. He carefully played his ulcers with his tongue and his eyes would be shut closed whenever he touched on the crucial spot of the wounds.
“Why do ulcers even exist…” He sighed and not long after, his apartment blacked out. “Jesus Christ, thank god I’m a nyctalopic, or not.” Hyukjae covered himself with the blanket and rolled to the middle of the bed. He breathed deeply.
The next moment, he realised that somebody was pulling the blanket off his body. He stood up and sat on the bed, looking at random directions.
“Kim Jongwoon, what the hell do you think you are doing? And what time do you think it is now?” Hyukjae ruffled his hair and yawned.
“Lee Hyukjae,” A voice spoke, but it wasn’t Jongwoon’s. “Have you forgotten me?” He then shifted Hyukjae’s head, apparently facing him. He pinched his cheeks and did a quick peck on his lips.
“H-hae?” Hyukjae tried to feel the upper part of Donghae, trying to assure himself twice that it was him.
“Missed me?” Donghae smiled.
“Yeah, more than you could imagine.” Donghae felt Hyukjae tears with his hands on his face.
“Three months,” Donghae hugged the redhead. “Three months and you’ve been cheating on me with Jongwoon.”
“We all knew it well, didn’t we?”
“Yeah.” Donghae smelt Hyukjae’s neck. “You have hickeys over here.”
“Shut up.”
Donghae sighed, “I wish I could have you all by myself from now onwards.”
“You wish…”
Donghae pulled away from Hyukjae and gave in a deep kiss. Hyukjae tightened his already closed eyes and squeezed Donghae’s arms tightly.
“Fuck,” Hyukjae’s lips parted away from Donghae’s and their saliva was dripping down to the mattress. Hyukjae wasn’t in time to swallow it. Donghae looked at Hyukjae dubiously. “I’m having ulcers in my mouth now.” Donghae cleaned the saliva around the latter’s mouth when he was trying to explain. “They hurt like fuck.”
Donghae said nothing and drew his face closer to Hyukjae. He sandwiched Hyukjae’s lower lip with his lips and pulled away again. He grinned.
“That’s what you get from cheating on me.”
“I-I,” Hyukjae stuttered. “I won’t cheat on you, if you don’t leave me… again.” Hyukjae pouted and looked down.
“Yeah, you won’t have the chance to cheat on me… again.” Donghae pushed Hyukjae down on the bed and planted a kiss on his forehead.
Hyukjae managed to grab Donghae’s hands and he held them tightly. Donghae continued to kiss his lover’s body and his fingers were playing with Hyukjae’s nipples. Hyukjae moaned and occasionally would howl when he accidentally bit his lower lip. Donghae went back up again and covered Hyukjae’s lips with his mouth. In the times when Hyukjae wanted to back away to ease the pain of his ulcers Donghae would lock his head and prevent him from getting away.
“Sorry baby, I know it hurts but…” Donghae panted. “Please endure?” Donghae looked at him with a pair of puppy eyes - even though he knew that Hyukjae couldn’t see them. “Just for tonight.” Donghae stuck out his tongue and took off Hyukjae’s sweat pants together with his underwear.
He licked Hyukjae’s erection and kissed the tip of it. He held on it gently and started to lick his inner thighs until he reached the bridge of his crotch. Hyukjae continued to moan throughout the foreplay and he randomly grabbed onto Donghae’s hair and pulled them up.
“Baby, you’re so rough.”
Hyukjae panted, “Kiss… kiss me.”
“Nope,” Donghae beamed. “Lick me.” He showed his tongue - again, even though he knew that Hyukjae couldn’t see. “Here,” he shove Hyukjae head to his erection.
Hyukjae stuck out his tongue and tried to lick whatever he could. He wasn’t sure which part he was licking but when he felt that he had licked the tip of it, Donghae immediately pushed his head down.
“Revenge.”
“Ee huckingn hurrs!”
“Huh?” Donghae looked down to the Hyukjae who was struggling to get away from the thing inside his mouth. Hyukjae let his saliva trailed down on Donghae’s dick.
“Le mei gaa!” Hyukjae slapped Donghae’s waist.
Donghae released Hyukjae and Hyukjae gulped down the remaining saliva in tears.
“It hurts.” Hyukjae howled.
“Sorry.” Donghae wiped off the tears on Hyukjae. “I’ll be gentle.” He then kissed on Hyukjae’s pouting lips to seek for forgiveness.
Hyukjae was lying on the bed, Donghae brought the redhead’s legs up and rested them on his shoulders. He pulled Hyukjae closer and lifted up his hips, spreading out his fundament towards the outside. He positioned the tip of his erection to Hyukjae’s entrance and then he started to perforate into it.
Hyukjae moaned in pleasure.
Donghae continued to jab his erection and Hyukjae held Donghae’s arms tightly. His toes were squeezed together and his legs were wrapping around Donghae’s neck, unconsciously pulling Donghae closer.
Donghae lifted Hyukjae’s upper body up and they hugged while Donghae continued with the thrusting. Hyukjae turned for a wet kiss and Donghae went with it.
“I could feel your ulcers.” Donghae uttered breathlessly. “And I’m coming.”
“Don’t mess with them.” Hyukjae whispered into Donghae’s ears while resting his head on the elder’s shoulder. “Me… too.”
Seconds after Donghae ate Hyukjae’s lips again, he came inside Hyukjae and playfully bit on one of Hyukjae’s ulcers. Hyukjae then came unwillingly while hugging his lover tightly in pain, tears in his eyes.
“Did it feel good?” Donghae smirked while he pulled his thing out of Hyukjae. Semen was overflowing in Hyukjae’s hole.
Hyukjae couldn’t speak a word. He tried to glare at Donghae (a space where he thought Donghae would be at) and resided inside the covers.
“Sorry baby.” Donghae slipped his head into the covers. “I love you.” He then planted yet another kiss on Hyukjae’s swollen lips.
-
The next morning was marked with the same breeze carrying the same scent and the same piano melody into the house again. Everything remained the same except for the man’s sleeping partner. They lied beside each other with the blanket covered the lower part of their bodies only. When the redhead had his eyes opened, the first thing that came into his vision was his lover.
“Good morning.” Donghae smiled and rubbed the latter’s cheek.
Hyukjae ignored and turned to the other side, cheeks puffed.
“Hyu -”
“Hyukjae-ah,” The intended name was called, but in a different person’s voice.
“Jongwoon?” Hyukjae sat up, red hair disheveled.
“I bought you cream.” Jongwoon showed him a plastic bag, apparently had different kinds of medical cream inside. He then ran through his own lips with his index finger, trying to show that they were for his mouth.
“Jongwoon-ah,” Hyukjae was close to tears.
“Yah, you bastard why are you here!” Donghae then threw a pillow at Jongwoon.
“I changed my mind,” Jongwoon smiled while stepping closer to the redhead. “I still want to be needed…” He coiled his arms around Hyukjae’s neck. “By him.”
Wet kisses.
A/n: My ulcers and chapped lips are almost healing already ;~; Somehow I needed somebody to share the same agony with me haha. Yeah, I'm still at work =w= Comments are highly appreciated \O/