Hush, Boy: Chapter 2 [Hyukminwook]
Title: Hush, Boy
Chapter: 2
Pairings: Sungmin/Eunhyuk/Ryeowook.
Rating: R
Warnings: Hot sex, threesome.
Genre: Romance/Angst
Word Count: 1427
A/N: Ryeowook can't keep his emotions under control. Sungmin and Eunhyuk comfort him, and their efforts open the door to possibilities Ryeowook has only dreamed of.
Music: Scream, Touched, and Girls On Top by BoA
( CHAPTER ONE)
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"Ryeo?"
Ryeowook stayed absolutely still. He felt as though he'd been watching a doe in the woods, and had accidentally shifted his weight and broken a twig beneath his foot, and now she was poised to run, muscles tensed and rippling. If he could just breathe evenly and convince the two others in the room that he was asleep, maybe they could escape this potentially awkward moment- but he forgot himself and as he breathed in, it was nowhere near as quiet or serene as he had imagined. His throat was fairly raspy from holding back his tears, and as he practically growled out a breath, he felt his face burn in embarrassment, letting a sigh slip through as he pressed the comforter to his face and wished to drown in it.
There was a light squeak from Sungmin's bed and a thump as someone hit the carpet, and then the comforter was being pulled back gently from his grasp. The air that hit his face made the tracks of his tears cool against his jaw, and as his eyes adjusted to the dark room, a soft hand found his.
"Dongsaeng, what's wrong?" Sungmin whispered, and from the light at the window, Ryeowook could see his hyung's shining eyes leveled on his, concerned despite the fact that his face was flushed and his shirt halfway off, pulled off of one arm and pushed up to expose his shoulder and chest. Ryeo did his best to keep his eyes from straying to the white plane of the other boy's stomach. Though he wasn't exactly pulling, there was a gentle force in Sungmin's grasp and the magnae was sitting up before he knew what had happened. He couldn't quite meet the other boy's eyes, thoroughly embarrassed and distraught that he'd disturbed them.
"I- I just- it's been a long week, I guess." To his horror, the tears were back and coursing down his face with no warning, and he covered his face with his hands, wishing with every fiber of his being that he could melt through the floor and disappear. Sungmin's arm was around his waist, then, and he let himself be ushered out of his bed, shuffling across the carpet quietly, blindly as he tried his best to stop crying, to no avail. He managed to wrench his hands from his face just as they reached Sungmin's bed, the comforter in disarray, Eunhyuk sitting with his back against the wall, his hair disheveled and his expression mirroring Sungmin's, and the fact that he, too, didn't appear the least bit bothered by the interruption only made Ryeowook feel worse.
"No, no, hyung, I'm fine. I d-didn't mean to disturb you two." And yet Sungmin wordlessly pulled him down onto the bed anyway, pulling the magnae into his arms with a soft sigh, and Ryeowook could feel himself collapse inward as he instinctively buried his face in the older boy's shoulder. It was his exposed shoulder, and his skin was smooth and warm against the magnae's face; Min held no qualms about the tears sliding down his chest as he kneaded circles into his dongsaeng's back, whispering something Ryeowook couldn't quite make out, but that warmed him from the inside out, relaxing him and slowly sapping at his headache. There was a shift behind him as Eunhyuk whispered his name through the darkness and leaned against him, one hand sliding around him and resting warmly against his stomach, the other stroking reassuringly through his hair.
"Don't be afraid to talk to me," Sungmin whispered, his lips close to the younger boy's ear, so close that Ryeowook felt his breath catch in his chest in a most peculiar way. Eunhyuk's quiet, "To us," came from his other side, and the magnae forgot his worries about bothering them, about being able to face them in the morning; the warmth between the three of them was enveloping his loneliness. He regretted how easily he bottled up his problems, when he knew all too well that he had a family here, that he had 12 other boys so willing to comfort him. So many of the others had no trouble opening up to each other, and yet here was Ryeowook, months worth of emotion spilling out against Sungmin's shoulder as Hyuk's fingertips danced across the nape of his neck.
He felt so close to the two boys wrapped around him, knew they meant it, and remembered his days in the dark with Eeteuk, letting his thoughts flow freely and feeling the comfort of advice winding its way through the air back to him from the other bed. As he pulled his head away from Sungmin's shoulder, though, taking in a shaky breath, he knew the thought gathering at the back of his throat was a risk, but for honesty's sake (and the lovely thrill twisting is way up his spine), he let it spill out of his mouth as his dark eyes met his hyung's. "I'm done talking."
He knew he'd said the right thing as Sungmin's lips curled into a mischevious smile that sent a shiver through Ryeowook's entire body. He realized, as the older boy leaned toward him, that his heart was pounding thickly in his chest; a soft laugh from Eunhyuk tickled his ear, and the dancer pressed against him as Min's lips landed on his cheek, just to the right of his mouth. He barely had time to recover before they moved up his jaw, and he didn't notice that Hyuk had somehow managed to remove his lover's shirt entirely and send it sailing across the room, all while still snaked around Ryeowook, his long fingers hooking through the thin strap of the magnae's top and slowly moving it down his shoulder.
Suddenly he felt his own hands traveling up the smooth plane of Sungmin's chest, almost on their own, enjoying the expanse of warm skin there as the boy in question pulled back for a moment to catch his eye. Eunhyuk was panting in the most delicious manner at his ear now, and Ryeowook felt himself leaning back against the dancer (who had apparently liberated himself of his own thin pajama top, his chest taught and lean against the magnae) and struggling to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head as Sungmin's hands found his bare stomach and moved up, taking the bunching fabric with them, and the two older boys joined in a stunning display of teamwork to have Ryeowook's shirt joining the others on the floor.
Ryeo often felt awkward around the others with his skinny frame and almost non-existant muscles, but under Min's appraising gaze, he could only feel his heart skipping with longing as his eyes found the other's foxlike lips. He almost wondered if he had mistakenly spoken his wishes aloud, because Min wasted little time, running a fingertip along Ryeowook's jaw as he leaned in, letting his sinful smile hover just centimeters from the other's mouth. His eyes slid slightly to the right, just past the younger boy's gaze, and it seemed that in that moment he came to a silent, truly evil decision with Hyuk, whose mouth found the hollow of Ryeowook's collarbone just as Min closed the distance, the kiss sparking a flame in the pit of the magnae's stomach and spilling a moan into Sungmin's mouth.
It was almost embarrassing, how just the sweep of Min's tongue against his lower lip had him going to pieces, and how fast his blood was rushing south as Eunhyuk's hands danced shamelessly at his hips. As Min pressed close to him, Ryeowook didn't mind as Hyuk's graceful fingers found his jaw and tipped his head back, snaking around to capture his lover's lips and allowing Ryeowook the chance to breathe, though he found it difficult caught between the two, the friction absolutely maddening. He was pressing against Sungmin's thigh so hard it almost hurt, and he had to struggle to keep his composure. Just the older boy moving to caress Eunhyuk around him was driving him wild; the magnae knew he could have easily been brought to the edge like this, and yet he doubted they would let him go that quickly. They had apparently conspired somewhere in their kiss, because now Hyuk was winding his fingers into Ryeowook's hair and keeping his head tipped back at the same angle and Sungmin was- dear god, he was pressing his lips to the hollow at Ryeo's throat, dragging his tongue hotly upward, leaving a trail of smoldering skin, and the magnae could no longer breathe.
( CHAPTER THREE)