Coping Mechanism (Chapter 4 Donghae)
Title: Coping Mechanism (Chapter 4 Donghae)
Pairing: Main=Eunhyuk/Donghae, Also has=Donghae/Taemin, Eunhyuk/Kyuhyun, Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We both want to fool around with EunHae, but since we don't own them and can't bend them to our sexual whims, we wrote a EunHae fic instead.
Summary: Donghae and Eunhyuk have been school rivals all through high school. Donghae is a punk, dealing with a painful past. Eunhyuk is popular, a soccer star, and a friend of everyone. When Eunhyuk's life starts to spiral out of control, the two of them realize how much they both have in common.
A/N: This fic is co-written by me, and by my sexy lover friend Te (his journal is tetenanii and you'll recognize him as one of the co-authors of Yeoubi). Each Chapter has two parts, one from Donghae's POV and one from Eunhyuk's. We really hope you like it. We've worked really hard on it together. Eunhyuk's parts will be on tetenanii so make sure you follow Te's journal so you don't miss an update!
A/N 2: This fic is dedicated to my other sexy lover friend Yu!!! shounenaidesu. We ♥♥♥ you!
poster fic made by me and approved by shounenaidesu.
Chapter 4:
DONGHAE
For the first time in three years, Donghae was enjoying school. Taemin blushed every time their eyes met, and Eunhyuk was absent. Nothing could make this day bad. Junsu and the rest of Eunhyuk’s entourage whispered and talked about him, but even their not-so-discrete insults didn’t mar his mood.
And Taemin being on his knees again helped.
Donghae tightened his grip, fingers curling around the top of the wall. He leaned back against the door. Taemin was a quick learner. His lips worked up and down Donghae’s cock in long passes, his tongue pressing up against the vein, pushing a moan from Donghae’s throat. Donghae kept one eye open, watching his length disappear and reappear. His hips moved in slow undulations, knuckles white on the top of the stall’s wall.
One of Taemin’s hands was resting on his thigh while the other was wrapped around his base, the soft fingers stroking him, driving him crazy.
“Look at me,” Donghae commanded softly.
Taemin looked up at him, cheeks flushed with a healthy pink color, nose matching, eyes wide and hopeful, eager to please. Donghae slid one hand down, mussing Taemin’s hair and holding it back, out of his face. Donghae exhaled a long breath he’d been holding in and groaned when Taemin whimpered around him, covering up those sweet, timid sucking sounds. It was then that Donghae realized Taemin’s other hand was gone.
He looked back down and groaned again, louder this time, as he watched Taemin rub at his own crotch. Donghae’s head hit the door and his hips moved faster, with more purpose, wanting to get off with the image of the pretty little boy on his knees before him in his brain, burned into his eyelids forever.
Coming in the younger one’s mouth before hadn’t proved as satisfactory as he would have liked, so he changed it up this time. When he felt that tingle starting in his groin and pulsing throughout him, he pulled away, jerking on Taemin’s hair a little to get the younger one’s face at a better angle.
He wrapped his hand around himself and pumped his cock, mouth closed and face contorted in pleasure as his breathing intensified, hitched, went sporadic. He closed his eyes and let his mouth hang open in desperate pants as his hips twitched and his thighs tensed, streaks of white landing across Taemin’s lips and cheeks and trailing down his neck.
Donghae stroked himself until he felt he was completely drained. He looked down at the come-covered face and sighed, rubbing the head of his cock through the white on Taemin’s lips.
“That was much better than last time.” He smirked and motioned down with his head. “You better hurry up and take care of that before your next class starts.”
Donghae unlocked the stall and after a quick clean up, headed for the door. A muffled moan made him stop. He listened to Taemin’s breath gasp, and soft thump of a hand stroking a cock. It didn’t take much longer until Taemin’s breath changed again and he moaned. Donghae smirked and left quickly before he got another hard on.
He almost ran into Yoochun right outside the door.
Yoochun smirked. “You were in there for a long time.”
“Yes, well, Taemin isn’t quite advanced enough for the five minute blow jobs.”
“You lie. You still haven’t given me proof that--”
The door opened and Taemin exited. His eyes went wide and he stammered a polite, “Excuse me.” He tried to move past them, but Donghae grabbed his arm. He pulled Taemin close. Taemin squeaked out a panicked, “Hyung.”
Donghae licked up a drop of come at the edge of his jaw. “You missed a spot.”
Taemin’s blush deepened. Donghae let him go and he escaped. Yoochun turned to watch him leave, and then met Donghae’s eyes.
“Well?” Donghae said.
“Let me have a turn.”
“Whatever. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend. I need a cigarette.”
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After noting Eunhyuk’s absence for the third day in a row, Donghae cornered Junsu in an empty classroom. Okay, so he grabbed the guy while he was alone in the hall and threw him into the classroom.
Junsu jerked his arm up and knocked Donghae’s arm away. Donghae immediately took two steps back as Junsu went into a defensive stance.
“Where’s Hyukjae?” Donghae asked.
“What the fuck do you care?”
“Where is he?”
“Sick.”
“No, he’s not. The last time he was sick, all of his fangirls started a fund to pay for his doctor bills. Where is he?”
“Why do you care?”
Donghae opened his mouth to say he didn’t care and then he shut it. “Where is he?”
“Fuck off.”
Donghae didn’t try to stop him as he left. He vented his frustration to Yoochun later that day, and Yoochun smiled widely.
“Hae baby, you just have to know what buttons to push with Junsu. He doesn’t have a temper like Eunhyuk does. You have to persuade him.”
“And how do I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t think you could, but I’m pretty sure I can.”
Donghae looked at him closely. “What do you mean?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Meet me on the roof in ... oh, I’d say three hours.”
“Okay.”
Donghae had no idea what Yoochun had planned, but he decided he wouldn’t wait for him either. He asked Kyuhyun next, but Kyuhyun turned red and stammered something and hurried away. He asked some of the girls, but they all hated him as much as Junsu did and sniffed at him and flipped their hair. Even Taemin didn’t know where Eunhyuk was, and even though the kid gave him one of the best blow jobs yet, it wasn’t enough to take his mind off Eunhyuk.
Three hours later, he headed to the roof. Yoochun was already there, smoking a cigarette.
Donghae sat next to him and demanded, “Well?”
Yoochun grinned. “Junsu so wants me.”
Donghae lit a cigarette. “He’s straight. Where’s Eunhyuk?”
Yoochun looked at him carefully. “Junsu wants to know why you want to know so badly. I said something about you missing your favorite target, but it’s more than that. You like him.”
“I do not. It’s just not like him to miss school like this.”
After another long look, Yoochun said, “Junsu says that Eunhyuk’s father had a stroke and he’s dying. Eunhyuk’s been with his family.”
Donghae stopped with the cigarette halfway to his mouth. His father was --
“Are you sure?” Donghae asked.
“That’s what Junsu said right before his tongue was in my throat.”
Donghae sat, stunned. Eunhyuk’s father was dying. A sudden pain twisted in his chest, but it wasn’t the normal, depressed pain he felt when he thought of his father’s death. It was empathy, pity. Compassion.
Yoochun’s hand waved in his face. “Hello! Did you not hear what I said about kissing Junsu?”
Donghae slapped his hand away. “Fuck off. His ...”
“God, why are you so fucking concerned about Eunhyuk? I thought you hated him.”
“I do, I ... I ...”
Yoochun shook his head.
Donghae ignored him. Eunhyuk’s father wasn’t dead yet, but a stroke, that was serious. Donghae tried to remember from health class, and all he remembered was something about blood in the brain.
His own father had lived for three months after Donghae learned that he had cancer. Three months of anxiety and fear and guilt. He wondered how Eunhyuk felt? How he was dealing with it? He wondered if Eunhyuk had the same close relationship with his father that Donghae had had with his. His father had been close to both Donghae and Donghae’s older brother.
But Donghwa hadn’t dealt with the death well. Donghae had woken up one morning and his brother was gone. He’d been pissed and angry then, cursing his brother for leaving, because Donghae wanted to leave too, but someone had to take care of their mother. And now he had no idea where his brother was.
Did Eunhyuk have siblings? Donghae didn’t know. Donghae didn’t know anything about Eunhyuk. Nothing past his own biases anyway.
Yoochun slapped him on the back of the head. “Yah, Hae. What the hell?”
“Fuck off,” Donghae said. He stood up and left the roof with a new resolve that the next time he saw Eunhyuk he would tell him he understood. And he’d leave the guy alone for a week or two.
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Unfortunately, the next time he saw Eunhyuk, he wasn’t really in a position to offer any words of encouragement. Donghae was in his favorite bathroom again, and having decided he wanted more than blow jobs from Taemin, he had the young kid sitting on the edge of a sink, his legs wrapped around Donghae’s waist while Donghae left hickys on his neck and the exposed part of his chest. One hand continued to undo the buttons on his school shirt, and the other was in Taemin’s pants, stroking his cock.
He still wanted Taemin on his knees, but he wanted him on his hands and knees. Something like that was going to take a bit of persuasion.
“Hy-hyung,” Taemin gasped, head thunking against the mirror.
“Feel good?”
Taemin nodded quickly. “Yeah. I-I’m going to come.”
“Good. When you come--” Donghae leaned forward and licked his lower lip, pulling a gasp from him. “--I want you to think of me fucking you.”
Taemin moaned. His eyes shut and he thrust up into Donghae’s hand. Donghae hurried to unbutton his pants. His cock was hard, and damn as soon as Taemin finished, his cock was going to be in that kid’s mouth.
Taemin’s legs tightened around his waist, his hands gripped his shoulders and his body shook. He cried out as he came, splashing white all over his school shirt and jacket.
There was a gasp behind him. Donghae looked up, into the mirror, and met Eunhyuk’s startled eyes. Donghae masked his surprise quickly and instead of being nice, and being understanding, and not being an ass like he had planned, his mouth opened and he said, “Hey, Hyukjae. Wanna join us?”
Eunhyuk’s cheeks went red, and he left the bathroom quickly.
Donghae smiled for a moment and then frowned, cursing himself. Oh well. He could still do the thing about leaving Eunhyuk alone for awhile. Irritated, he grabbed Taemin behind the neck and forced him to his knees to the floor.
“Suck on me, cockslut. And while you do it, I’m going to think about fucking your ass instead.”
His orgasm wasn’t nearly as fulfilling or satisfying as it should have been.
Donghae left school after. He didn’t have the heart to see Eunhyuk, because past the surprise and then disbelief on his face, Donghae had seen his pain. His swollen and red eyes. His unkempt uniform. His perfect hair was flat. And if Eunhyuk already looked like shit, and felt like shit, then there was nothing Donghae could say to make him feel better. He had friends to do that.
For the first time in his life, Donghae wished he was Eunhyuk’s friend.
He walked around thinking about Eunhyuk and his dad and Eunhyuk’s dad. He didn’t want to go home. Being at home while the pain from his father’s death was so raw was not an option. He walked for hours, until the sun set and the moon shone over everything. He went through a neon lit city block and decided he wanted peace, so he headed into a neighborhood. A few blocks later, he came to a park. He started walking along the path, but only a few feet in, he saw someone laying on the ground. He sighed. Of course, his sanctuary was already taken. He thought of continuing, and then said fuck it and turned around and headed home.
Chapter 4: Eunhyuk
Chapter 3: Donghae | Eunhyuk
Chapter 2: Donghae | Eunhyuk
Chapter 1: Donghae | Eunhyuk
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Pairing: Main=Eunhyuk/Donghae, Also has=Donghae/Taemin, Eunhyuk/Kyuhyun, Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We both want to fool around with EunHae, but since we don't own them and can't bend them to our sexual whims, we wrote a EunHae fic instead.
Summary: Donghae and Eunhyuk have been school rivals all through high school. Donghae is a punk, dealing with a painful past. Eunhyuk is popular, a soccer star, and a friend of everyone. When Eunhyuk's life starts to spiral out of control, the two of them realize how much they both have in common.
A/N: This fic is co-written by me, and by my sexy lover friend Te (his journal is tetenanii and you'll recognize him as one of the co-authors of Yeoubi). Each Chapter has two parts, one from Donghae's POV and one from Eunhyuk's. We really hope you like it. We've worked really hard on it together. Eunhyuk's parts will be on tetenanii so make sure you follow Te's journal so you don't miss an update!
A/N 2: This fic is dedicated to my other sexy lover friend Yu!!! shounenaidesu. We ♥♥♥ you!
poster fic made by me and approved by shounenaidesu.
Chapter 4:
DONGHAE
For the first time in three years, Donghae was enjoying school. Taemin blushed every time their eyes met, and Eunhyuk was absent. Nothing could make this day bad. Junsu and the rest of Eunhyuk’s entourage whispered and talked about him, but even their not-so-discrete insults didn’t mar his mood.
And Taemin being on his knees again helped.
Donghae tightened his grip, fingers curling around the top of the wall. He leaned back against the door. Taemin was a quick learner. His lips worked up and down Donghae’s cock in long passes, his tongue pressing up against the vein, pushing a moan from Donghae’s throat. Donghae kept one eye open, watching his length disappear and reappear. His hips moved in slow undulations, knuckles white on the top of the stall’s wall.
One of Taemin’s hands was resting on his thigh while the other was wrapped around his base, the soft fingers stroking him, driving him crazy.
“Look at me,” Donghae commanded softly.
Taemin looked up at him, cheeks flushed with a healthy pink color, nose matching, eyes wide and hopeful, eager to please. Donghae slid one hand down, mussing Taemin’s hair and holding it back, out of his face. Donghae exhaled a long breath he’d been holding in and groaned when Taemin whimpered around him, covering up those sweet, timid sucking sounds. It was then that Donghae realized Taemin’s other hand was gone.
He looked back down and groaned again, louder this time, as he watched Taemin rub at his own crotch. Donghae’s head hit the door and his hips moved faster, with more purpose, wanting to get off with the image of the pretty little boy on his knees before him in his brain, burned into his eyelids forever.
Coming in the younger one’s mouth before hadn’t proved as satisfactory as he would have liked, so he changed it up this time. When he felt that tingle starting in his groin and pulsing throughout him, he pulled away, jerking on Taemin’s hair a little to get the younger one’s face at a better angle.
He wrapped his hand around himself and pumped his cock, mouth closed and face contorted in pleasure as his breathing intensified, hitched, went sporadic. He closed his eyes and let his mouth hang open in desperate pants as his hips twitched and his thighs tensed, streaks of white landing across Taemin’s lips and cheeks and trailing down his neck.
Donghae stroked himself until he felt he was completely drained. He looked down at the come-covered face and sighed, rubbing the head of his cock through the white on Taemin’s lips.
“That was much better than last time.” He smirked and motioned down with his head. “You better hurry up and take care of that before your next class starts.”
Donghae unlocked the stall and after a quick clean up, headed for the door. A muffled moan made him stop. He listened to Taemin’s breath gasp, and soft thump of a hand stroking a cock. It didn’t take much longer until Taemin’s breath changed again and he moaned. Donghae smirked and left quickly before he got another hard on.
He almost ran into Yoochun right outside the door.
Yoochun smirked. “You were in there for a long time.”
“Yes, well, Taemin isn’t quite advanced enough for the five minute blow jobs.”
“You lie. You still haven’t given me proof that--”
The door opened and Taemin exited. His eyes went wide and he stammered a polite, “Excuse me.” He tried to move past them, but Donghae grabbed his arm. He pulled Taemin close. Taemin squeaked out a panicked, “Hyung.”
Donghae licked up a drop of come at the edge of his jaw. “You missed a spot.”
Taemin’s blush deepened. Donghae let him go and he escaped. Yoochun turned to watch him leave, and then met Donghae’s eyes.
“Well?” Donghae said.
“Let me have a turn.”
“Whatever. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend. I need a cigarette.”
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After noting Eunhyuk’s absence for the third day in a row, Donghae cornered Junsu in an empty classroom. Okay, so he grabbed the guy while he was alone in the hall and threw him into the classroom.
Junsu jerked his arm up and knocked Donghae’s arm away. Donghae immediately took two steps back as Junsu went into a defensive stance.
“Where’s Hyukjae?” Donghae asked.
“What the fuck do you care?”
“Where is he?”
“Sick.”
“No, he’s not. The last time he was sick, all of his fangirls started a fund to pay for his doctor bills. Where is he?”
“Why do you care?”
Donghae opened his mouth to say he didn’t care and then he shut it. “Where is he?”
“Fuck off.”
Donghae didn’t try to stop him as he left. He vented his frustration to Yoochun later that day, and Yoochun smiled widely.
“Hae baby, you just have to know what buttons to push with Junsu. He doesn’t have a temper like Eunhyuk does. You have to persuade him.”
“And how do I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t think you could, but I’m pretty sure I can.”
Donghae looked at him closely. “What do you mean?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Meet me on the roof in ... oh, I’d say three hours.”
“Okay.”
Donghae had no idea what Yoochun had planned, but he decided he wouldn’t wait for him either. He asked Kyuhyun next, but Kyuhyun turned red and stammered something and hurried away. He asked some of the girls, but they all hated him as much as Junsu did and sniffed at him and flipped their hair. Even Taemin didn’t know where Eunhyuk was, and even though the kid gave him one of the best blow jobs yet, it wasn’t enough to take his mind off Eunhyuk.
Three hours later, he headed to the roof. Yoochun was already there, smoking a cigarette.
Donghae sat next to him and demanded, “Well?”
Yoochun grinned. “Junsu so wants me.”
Donghae lit a cigarette. “He’s straight. Where’s Eunhyuk?”
Yoochun looked at him carefully. “Junsu wants to know why you want to know so badly. I said something about you missing your favorite target, but it’s more than that. You like him.”
“I do not. It’s just not like him to miss school like this.”
After another long look, Yoochun said, “Junsu says that Eunhyuk’s father had a stroke and he’s dying. Eunhyuk’s been with his family.”
Donghae stopped with the cigarette halfway to his mouth. His father was --
“Are you sure?” Donghae asked.
“That’s what Junsu said right before his tongue was in my throat.”
Donghae sat, stunned. Eunhyuk’s father was dying. A sudden pain twisted in his chest, but it wasn’t the normal, depressed pain he felt when he thought of his father’s death. It was empathy, pity. Compassion.
Yoochun’s hand waved in his face. “Hello! Did you not hear what I said about kissing Junsu?”
Donghae slapped his hand away. “Fuck off. His ...”
“God, why are you so fucking concerned about Eunhyuk? I thought you hated him.”
“I do, I ... I ...”
Yoochun shook his head.
Donghae ignored him. Eunhyuk’s father wasn’t dead yet, but a stroke, that was serious. Donghae tried to remember from health class, and all he remembered was something about blood in the brain.
His own father had lived for three months after Donghae learned that he had cancer. Three months of anxiety and fear and guilt. He wondered how Eunhyuk felt? How he was dealing with it? He wondered if Eunhyuk had the same close relationship with his father that Donghae had had with his. His father had been close to both Donghae and Donghae’s older brother.
But Donghwa hadn’t dealt with the death well. Donghae had woken up one morning and his brother was gone. He’d been pissed and angry then, cursing his brother for leaving, because Donghae wanted to leave too, but someone had to take care of their mother. And now he had no idea where his brother was.
Did Eunhyuk have siblings? Donghae didn’t know. Donghae didn’t know anything about Eunhyuk. Nothing past his own biases anyway.
Yoochun slapped him on the back of the head. “Yah, Hae. What the hell?”
“Fuck off,” Donghae said. He stood up and left the roof with a new resolve that the next time he saw Eunhyuk he would tell him he understood. And he’d leave the guy alone for a week or two.
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Unfortunately, the next time he saw Eunhyuk, he wasn’t really in a position to offer any words of encouragement. Donghae was in his favorite bathroom again, and having decided he wanted more than blow jobs from Taemin, he had the young kid sitting on the edge of a sink, his legs wrapped around Donghae’s waist while Donghae left hickys on his neck and the exposed part of his chest. One hand continued to undo the buttons on his school shirt, and the other was in Taemin’s pants, stroking his cock.
He still wanted Taemin on his knees, but he wanted him on his hands and knees. Something like that was going to take a bit of persuasion.
“Hy-hyung,” Taemin gasped, head thunking against the mirror.
“Feel good?”
Taemin nodded quickly. “Yeah. I-I’m going to come.”
“Good. When you come--” Donghae leaned forward and licked his lower lip, pulling a gasp from him. “--I want you to think of me fucking you.”
Taemin moaned. His eyes shut and he thrust up into Donghae’s hand. Donghae hurried to unbutton his pants. His cock was hard, and damn as soon as Taemin finished, his cock was going to be in that kid’s mouth.
Taemin’s legs tightened around his waist, his hands gripped his shoulders and his body shook. He cried out as he came, splashing white all over his school shirt and jacket.
There was a gasp behind him. Donghae looked up, into the mirror, and met Eunhyuk’s startled eyes. Donghae masked his surprise quickly and instead of being nice, and being understanding, and not being an ass like he had planned, his mouth opened and he said, “Hey, Hyukjae. Wanna join us?”
Eunhyuk’s cheeks went red, and he left the bathroom quickly.
Donghae smiled for a moment and then frowned, cursing himself. Oh well. He could still do the thing about leaving Eunhyuk alone for awhile. Irritated, he grabbed Taemin behind the neck and forced him to his knees to the floor.
“Suck on me, cockslut. And while you do it, I’m going to think about fucking your ass instead.”
His orgasm wasn’t nearly as fulfilling or satisfying as it should have been.
Donghae left school after. He didn’t have the heart to see Eunhyuk, because past the surprise and then disbelief on his face, Donghae had seen his pain. His swollen and red eyes. His unkempt uniform. His perfect hair was flat. And if Eunhyuk already looked like shit, and felt like shit, then there was nothing Donghae could say to make him feel better. He had friends to do that.
For the first time in his life, Donghae wished he was Eunhyuk’s friend.
He walked around thinking about Eunhyuk and his dad and Eunhyuk’s dad. He didn’t want to go home. Being at home while the pain from his father’s death was so raw was not an option. He walked for hours, until the sun set and the moon shone over everything. He went through a neon lit city block and decided he wanted peace, so he headed into a neighborhood. A few blocks later, he came to a park. He started walking along the path, but only a few feet in, he saw someone laying on the ground. He sighed. Of course, his sanctuary was already taken. He thought of continuing, and then said fuck it and turned around and headed home.
Chapter 4: Eunhyuk
Chapter 3: Donghae | Eunhyuk
Chapter 2: Donghae | Eunhyuk
Chapter 1: Donghae | Eunhyuk
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