Le Bon Temps Roulez 2/2
For two days after Siwon bounced around the kitchen, smiling wide at his second chance, Hankyung and Heechul can be found huddled in corners, shifty-eyed and whispering, voices low. Two days after that, and Siwon goes on his date, sent off (and styled by) Sungmin. Two minutes after he leaves, Hankyung drags the armchair around so it faces the door and sits, back rigid, arms crossed, expressionless. Waiting. There is an exchanging of significant glances, and everyone gives him a wide berth until about midnight, when Eeteuk approaches, cautious.
“Uh. Hankyung-ah. You know…Siwon probably won’t be coming back here. He has his own place, remember?” Hankyung doesn’t shift his gaze from the door, and his face doesn’t change.
“I’m not waiting for Siwon,” he says scornfully. Eeteuk blinks, taken aback by the usually rather mild mannered Hankyung.
“Oh. Um, okay.” He hovers, at a loss, and finally looks to Kibum for help. Kibum makes a beeline for the door, mumbling about acting lessons. Eeteuk turns to Donghae, who beams and kisses Hankyung on the cheek with aloud ‘smack’, before bouncing off.
“Sihanchul hwaiting!” He trills. Hankyung blinks. Eeteuk rolls his eyes and goes to bed, secure in the knowledge that things will work out eventually and that he probably doesn’t want to be there when they do. Hankyung remains in the chair for another half hour, then the door swings open and Heechul comes through. Hankyung slides to the front of the seat, face breaking into a smile, and unfolds his arms. Heechul catches sight of him and grins wide.
“Aww,” he coos, “you waited up for me. How prection.” He shrugs off his jacket and lets it drop to the floor, kicks his shoes off in two different directions, tosses his keys in the general direction of the counter. Hankyung’s smile widens.
“I missed you,” he murmurs, soppy. Then Heechul’s words sink in. “Don’t let Kangin hear you say that,” he adds. Heechul turns, face half-lit by the street lamps outside.
“Yeah?” he asks, acknowledging the first bit of what Hankyung said and ignoring the second, “You did?” He pads over to the chair and swings one leg up and over to straddle Hankyung, propping his elbows on the backrest and looking down at Hankyung through his bangs. Hankyung steadies him with one hand on his hip, thumb dipping below Heechul’s waistband.
“Did you miss me?” he asks playfully. “Really and truly?” he bats his eyelashes exaggeratedly and pitches his voice painfully high. Hankyung pokes his ribs with his free hand, smiling when Heechul squirms.
“Maybe,” he says, oofing as Heechul elbows him in retaliation. “Did you miss me?” Heechul slides his fingers into Hankyung’s hair and massages his scalp, long fingers moving languidly. Hankyung tilts his head to give Heechul better access.
“Maybe,” Heechul mocks, and pushes a little harder. Hankyung purrs, closing his eyes. Heechul adds his other hand and Hankyung wiggles in happiness. Heechul laughs lightly and dips his head so his lips brush the shell of Hankyung’s ear.
“Should I show you how much?” he asks lowly, and his hands leave Hankyung’s hair. Hankyung opens his eyes and pouts, until Heechul starts to slide down his body. Eager, he opens his legs wider in invitation. Heechul kneels and looks up at Hankyung from between his legs. Hankyung tips his head back and closes his eyes. Heechul makes quick work of Hankyung’s belt and soon Hankyung is choking on Heechul’s name, hands gently cradling Heechul’s head. Heechul is especially thorough this time, pulling out all the stops and using every trick he knows to derive Hankyung of the ability to think, to function. Towards the end, Heechul begins to murmur softly. Hankyung gasps helplessly, unable to speak, to answer. will you love me more than him? Hankyung makes a rough choking noise deep in his throat, muscles clenching as he comes. Heechul hums gently as he nurses him through it, then licks him clean and rests his head on Hankyung’s upper thigh and sings as Hankyung catches his breath, twitching, slumped low in the chair. will you love me less?
~
Later, when Hankyung has Heechul pressed into their bed with his body, lying on top of him, he pulls away from Heechul’s throat and looks down at him. When they’d first started this, he’d hated being in bed like this, afraid of crushing the other man, but Heechul is stronger than he looks and he seems to like Hankyung’s weight on him. Heechul runs his toes down Hankyung’s calf, smiling with his eyes, completely relaxed, happy. Hankyung feels emotion swell up from his chest and haze the edges of his vision. He feels like making promises he can’t keep, so he swallows them back down and smiles back, letting his head drop, kissing Heechul’s collarbone before resting his nose in the hollow of Heechul’s throat. Heechul drags his fingernails lightly over Hankyung’s shoulder blade and makes a questioning noise in his throat. Hankyung snuffles, and turns his head to speak properly.
“Before,” he mumbles, “what you said…” Heechul’s hand stills. Hankyung kisses Heechul’s chest in reassurance, and Heechul’s hand starts up again as he relaxes. Hankyung nuzzles his head back into Heechul’s body, searching for words.
“You are more precious to me than salt,” he says into Heechul’s skin. There’s a pause, and then Heechul laughs, breaking the somber mood.
“And he more than pepper? You read too much,” he says, and rolls them over so he can curl into Hankyung’s side, legs tangled. Hankyung has never felt so content, and suddenly knows it can (it will) only get better, plus one. “Why is he fighting this?” he grumbles, mostly to himself.
“Cos he’s dumb. So’re you, Chinaman,” mumbles Heechul fondly. “You’re both lucky you have my awesomeness to light the way. Now shuddup, I’m sleeping.”
~
They’re still wrapped up in each other, awake but unwilling to get out of bed, at noon the next day, when Siwon bursts into the room, waving two identical looking ties.
“Hankyung-hyung, you have to help me…” he trails off, gaping. Sungmin comes flying in behind him.
“Siwon, don’t-” he falls abruptly silent.
Hankyung had shot up at the door opening, shirtless but clutching the sheets around his waist, and Heechul has sprawled at the foot of the bed, swallowed up in an old shirt that was two sizes too big for Hankyung. Heechul cracks on eye open and surveys the interruption.
“Yes, Siwonnie?” he drawls lazily, “What can we help you with?” From the looks of things, Siwon has yet to regain his ability to speak, so Sungmin reaches over and hold up the two ties helpfully.
Hankyung, recovered from his shock, flops on his side and rests his head on Heechul’s hip.
“Where are you going, Siyuan?” he asks, thickening his accent purposefully. His sheet slides down. Heechul smirks. Siwon squeaks.
“I’m going on a date,” Siwon says, slightly dazed. Heechul slides his fingers into Hankyung’s hair, and Hankyung purrs deep in his throat, eyes fluttering. “Hmmwhat?”
“I’m…going out?” Siwon tries. Hankyung dips his head and licks Heechul’s bellybutton. Heechul hisses, quivering faintly, and he tugs lightly at Hankyung’s hair in response. Hankyung growls. Siwon drops the ties and takes a step towards the bed.
“Jesus Christ,” says Sungmin, making sure to close the door behind him, “why me?”
~
When the three of them finally emerge, some days later, they pile onto one end of the couch. Heechul dares Ryeowook to rival Hankyung’s cooking, then proceeds to see how many shades of red he can make Siwon and Hankyung turn, murmuring low into their ears. Hankyung is mostly unbothered, being rather used to this, so Heechul recruits him, and they soon have Siwon rivaling a fire engine. Sungmin glares, Donghae beams, Kibum doesn’t care. Eeteuk tries to remember if any of this was mentioned in his contract.
“You know,” he tells Kangin, as Heechul blatantly gropes Siwon, who squeaks and flails while Hankyung giggles, “this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I thought it would all work out.” Heechul sniffs arrogantly.
“You doubted me?” he asks haughtily. “I’m disappointed Jungsoo, you should know better by now.” He then ruins his highbrow image by doing a ridiculous high five ritual with Donghae. Kangin joins Eeteuk in rolling his eyes.
“What about Siwon’s girlfriend,” he asks, as he flops down in the armchair, “did you ever think about her?” Siwon looks stricken. Heechul and Hankyung fix Kangin with identical blistering glares.
“I’m just saying,” Kangin amends hastily, sensing danger, “it wasn’t exactly fair to her, was it?” Heechul’s glare intensifies. Hankyung murmurs something in his ear, leering faintly, and suddenly Heechul is smiling broadly. Kangin looks apprehensive. Eeteuk covers his ears.
“And I’m just saying,” says Heechul, smirk widening as he turns back to seeing if it’s possible to sit on both Hankyung and Siwon’s laps simultaneously, “I’d wash that armchair before I sat in it.”
A/N: Okay, so life ate my brain, my soccer coach decided to do six am practices, I have the swine flu, actually my internet has been out, which actually drives me insane because I have no friends or a life, so. My bad.