[Super Junior] Patience's Reward, R, Romance, EunHae
One of the last few Change!fics I have in mind. It's not that I'm running out of ideas, just that I want to write about other things now too--too much YT has influenced me! There is a lot of gratuitous sex and whatnot in all these Change!fics (except the first one which was angsty and KangTeuk because--idek why, I'm retarded), and this one doesn't really break from that tradition. Hey, maybe I am running out of ideas. Um, anyway, this one's for emeraldcrystal (♥) because I've been promising her I'd write EunHae forever and that one drabble didn't count because she requested it.
(By the way, the title is impossible to say. I just thought I'd point that out because, lol, I suck at titles, obvs.)
Patience's Reward
Super Junior, EunHae, R, 1830 words
Four times Donghae catches Eunhyuk jerking off.
Patience's Reward
by meitachi
The first time Donghae walked in on Eunhyuk masturbating, it wasn’t an accident. The second time, however, was. The third time, they were almost caught on camera. And the fourth time-well, the fourth time hadn’t happened yet, but Donghae was on a mission to change that.
(1)
Everyone called Donghae innocent, but there was a big difference between being innocent and being unaware. Donghae wasn’t unaware of the way his body became hypersensitive to Eunhyuk’s, the way he could get too warm too fast, with little warning. He wasn’t unaware of his dreams or his passing urges to put his mouth to Eunhyuk’s throat and see how it tasted. Donghae wasn’t stupid.
Donghae was, however, determined. He’d set his mind on a goal (Eunhyuk) and he knew how to work towards it in the single-minded manner of most children. He bided his time for two weeks, watching everyone with sleepy eyes until he learned everyone’s general morning and evening routine and had been offered coffee on four separate occasions.
“Welcome back,” he said to Sungmin on the last night of the two weeks when the older member returned from Chunji and headed directly to Donghae and Shindong’s room. Sungmin gave him a smile, fraying with exhaustion around the edges, and Donghae removed himself from the room as Sungmin began spilling his day’s problems to Shindong. It was time to act.
Donghae could hear the shower running as he passed the bathroom. Leeteuk. That meant Eunhyuk was back, too.
Five minutes later, Donghae had let himself into the dorm downstairs. He held his toothbrush and towel, his excuse and sheepish smile ready when he passed Yesung in the hallway. “Teukie-hyung’s taking a really long shower,” he said as Yesung nodded in recognition, letting Donghae pass into the bathroom without comment.
Steam filled the room, enveloping Donghae as he shut the door behind him, carefully quiet. The rush of water was loud, swallowing the sounds of his movement as he set down his toothbrush and towel and edged towards the shower. Eunhyuk was in there, Donghae knew, his heart speeding up in response. He could hear the slippery-wet sounds of a body moving under the spray and-he tilted his head, ears pricked-the soft, hitched breaths Donghae had imagined often enough to recognize.
His hand stretched forward and caught the edge of the shower curtain. He pulled it back.
Eunhyuk gasped, jerking back, and Donghae let his eyes drink in the sight before him. Red mouth, dark eyes, hand between his legs and dripping, dripping everywhere. He followed the water droplets racing down Eunhyuk’s skin, flushed red from the heat, sliding from dark hair past the curve of a cheek, past a mouth pulled back in horror, and trailing down the bump of a collarbone.
Donghae only made it past the rise of Eunhyuk’s left hip, time flitting by in a matter of seconds, before Eunhyuk choked out a mortified, “Donghae!”
“Oh my God,” Donghae remembered to exclaim, prompted. “Oops.” He pulled the shower curtain back and listened to Eunhyuk approach hysterics from behind the barrier. He paid only absentminded attention, mind on the clench of Eunhyuk’s thighs and the brief glimpse he’d gotten of the head of Eunhyuk’s cock, peeking out from his hand. He squirmed in his clothes, flustered, and scrubbed at his face with his hands.
He was one step closer, he thought. Just a little more.
“It’s okay, Hyukkie,” he said out loud to Eunhyuk, who was loudly slapping his soap around, announcing how he just had to rinse his shampoo and then he was done. “It’s okay,” Donghae repeated.
(3)
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Eunhyuk said nervously.
“Do it,” Donghae said contradictorily from his position next to Eunhyuk on the bed.
Leeteuk flashed them both a mischievous smile and turned to Hankyung, who was reclining on the other bed. He grinned and shrugged and Leeteuk said, “Okay, okay, here, let me show you-”
They gathered around Leeteuk and his photobook, feeling young and daring, excitement darting in their veins. Donghae leaned over Leeteuk’s left shoulder as Eunhyuk peered over his right. Hankyung crowded them from the other direction, all of their heads bent in tacit alliance over the book in Leeteuk’s lap.
They laughed, at first, giggling over themselves: acting like delinquent junior high students giddy at their first glimpse of a woman’s breasts. But the laughter died out as they flipped pages, their eyes lingering over the smooth curve of the woman’s shoulder and back, down to her bare backside, teasingly concealed with a drape of fabric. Their breaths grew slower, heavier, as Leeteuk’s fingers skimmed over the glossy pages, over the heavy-lidded gaze of the woman on the page.
Donghae felt himself grow aroused looking the picture of the woman with her head tilted back, her mouth parted invitingly as she cupped her breasts. He swallowed a sound of surprise when Eunhyuk shifted next to him and their shoulders came in contact. Donghae’s eyes flitted to Eunhyuk’s face, expression divided between discomfort and desire, fingers of one hand clenching nervously on the bedspread, the other hand rubbing achingly slowly at his fly.
Leeteuk flipped a page and Hankyung let out a low breath. Donghae reached up a hand and let it brush over Eunhyuk’s chest, grazing a nipple through his shirt.
Eunhyuk stiffened, eyes darting to Donghae in shock, then widening even more when Donghae returned the stare and licked his lips.
Almost, thought Donghae, as something like awareness shadowed Eunhyuk’s eyes. Almost. But not yet-wait.
He let his hand fall as the door burst open and the Change crew spilled into the room in a raucous explosion of chatter and noise.
(2)
It was a matter of not knocking before he barged into Eunhyuk’s room, something Donghae had done countless times before. He hadn’t expected to find Eunhyuk on the bed with his pants around his knees, his head tossed back, panting, as he jerked his hand up and down his dick. But who ever expected things like that?
Oh, Donghae mouthed silently, pulling up short in the doorway.
Eunhyuk didn’t see him because his eyes were squeezed shut, mind focused solely on whatever fantasy he had conjured up in his mind.
Donghae gripped the doorknob in his hand, cool metal under his fingers, and let his eyes linger. He took in Eunhyuk’s jeans, bunched low on his calves, and the stuffed rabbit and pillow that had fallen to the floor. Then he let his eyes follow the edge of the tangled pale blue sheets that spilled over the side of the bed and came to a rest on Eunhyuk’s toes, curled into the mattress.
A smile curved Donghae’s lips because he, if no one else, expected things like this. His mind took the image before him-a bare strip of stomach, panting breaths, jerky movements, tense calves limned in predawn light-and drew comparisons. Donghae remembered Eunhyuk wet, red mouth, dark eyes, hand between his legs and dripping, dripping everywhere.
A flush of heat spread through Donghae’s body and he thought, wait. Not now. He bit his lip and turned his head, averting his gaze. “Hyukjae,” he coughed, smothering an inappropriate snicker when Eunhyuk let out a surprised wheeze. He carefully kept his gaze directed at the floor as Eunhyuk scrambled for cover, sputtering unfinished sentences and shock.
“Knock next time,” Eunhyuk finally shouted desperately, clutching a pillow to his crotch.
Donghae only turned to grin at him, unrepentant. “Lock the door next time,” he suggested.
(4)
The fourth time was more fortuitous than planned. Donghae had hoped to corner Eunhyuk but for the past week, his best friend had proved elusive. It only made Donghae more stubborn than ever, determined to pin him down and act on the realization Donghae knew Eunhyuk had come to. I want you, Donghae thought at Eunhyuk for the past few days, wondering if the intensity of his thoughts would convey it better. If it had, Eunhyuk had managed to ignore them, and it wasn’t until tonight, with Kangin drunk, that Donghae had stumbled across his chance.
Kangin was a horny drunk. The last time Donghae had seen him drunk, he’d been trying to pull Leeteuk’s clothes off as they stumbled down the street, much to their manager’s amusement. Tonight, he was talking loudly about how it had been so long since the last time he’d fucked a girl and, god, he missed the way they smelled and felt and whimpered into his mouth.
Leeteuk looked like he was going to hit him. Donghae bet he was glad they were in the privacy of their dorms, and felt a moment’s sympathy for their leader for having to deal with the inevitable belligerence, but then he was distracted when Kangin moaned, “And they always pant and sigh my name and it’s like the sweetest fucking sound on earth.”
Eunhyuk looked uncomfortable, staring down at his glass of soju as if it held the answers to life, or at least the answer to whether or not it would be rude to get up and walk away when Kangin had an arm slung over his shoulder.
Donghae drew in a sharp breath and stood up. Almost. He crossed the room and gave Leeteuk a bright smile as he sat down on the floor next to Eunhyuk and helped himself to his soju.
“Help,” Eunhyuk mouthed at him, his desperation to escape the situation evidently outweighing his need to avoid Donghae.
Donghae leaned closer and put a hand on Eunhyuk’s thigh. “What?” he mouthed back.
He felt muscle jump under his touch. “I hate my life,” Eunhyuk moaned under his breath, letting his head fall forward. “Donghae,” he whined quietly. “Help.”
Donghae’s heart leaped in excitement. Now.
“Okay,” he said, and moved his hand so he was cupping Eunhyuk through his jeans. He smiled cheekily when Eunhyuk jumped, and let the smile melt into something darker as Eunhyuk continued to stare at him with wide eyes.
Donghae moved his thumb, stroking lightly. You’re already hard, he said with his eyes.
Time seemed to hang in the balance of their gaze, shaky and fragile. The background faded, sounds muted, and they stared at each other, unmoving for a brief eternity. Donghae could hear his heartbeat in his ears, repeating yes, now, now, finally. He waited, his hand still. “N-not here,” Eunhyuk said at last, voice unsteady as he broke the last thread of their old relationship and reached out tentatively for something new.
Donghae broke out into a wide grin. He grabbed Eunhyuk’s hand and pulled him to his feet, heading for the bedroom. So the fourth time he hadn’t actually caught Eunhyuk masturbating, he thought fleetingly as Eunhyuk shut the door and gave him a nervous look. But that was okay. Donghae gave Eunhyuk a friendly squeeze between the legs. He would help Eunhyuk with that little task.
No more waiting.
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Started: 03.10.08
Finished: 03.13.08
Notes: I'm not sure how happy I am with this fic (I suck at EunHae, god!). Sorry there was not more BFF retardery. Um, yeah. Vague ideas for more fics, probably one last Change!fic and then...other stuff.
Oh and btw, random pimping: a compilation of Super Junior subbed video links at YT (for stuff like SJFH, EHB, Mini-Drama, etc.). HELP. ;_;
(By the way, the title is impossible to say. I just thought I'd point that out because, lol, I suck at titles, obvs.)
Patience's Reward
Super Junior, EunHae, R, 1830 words
Four times Donghae catches Eunhyuk jerking off.
Patience's Reward
by meitachi
The first time Donghae walked in on Eunhyuk masturbating, it wasn’t an accident. The second time, however, was. The third time, they were almost caught on camera. And the fourth time-well, the fourth time hadn’t happened yet, but Donghae was on a mission to change that.
(1)
Everyone called Donghae innocent, but there was a big difference between being innocent and being unaware. Donghae wasn’t unaware of the way his body became hypersensitive to Eunhyuk’s, the way he could get too warm too fast, with little warning. He wasn’t unaware of his dreams or his passing urges to put his mouth to Eunhyuk’s throat and see how it tasted. Donghae wasn’t stupid.
Donghae was, however, determined. He’d set his mind on a goal (Eunhyuk) and he knew how to work towards it in the single-minded manner of most children. He bided his time for two weeks, watching everyone with sleepy eyes until he learned everyone’s general morning and evening routine and had been offered coffee on four separate occasions.
“Welcome back,” he said to Sungmin on the last night of the two weeks when the older member returned from Chunji and headed directly to Donghae and Shindong’s room. Sungmin gave him a smile, fraying with exhaustion around the edges, and Donghae removed himself from the room as Sungmin began spilling his day’s problems to Shindong. It was time to act.
Donghae could hear the shower running as he passed the bathroom. Leeteuk. That meant Eunhyuk was back, too.
Five minutes later, Donghae had let himself into the dorm downstairs. He held his toothbrush and towel, his excuse and sheepish smile ready when he passed Yesung in the hallway. “Teukie-hyung’s taking a really long shower,” he said as Yesung nodded in recognition, letting Donghae pass into the bathroom without comment.
Steam filled the room, enveloping Donghae as he shut the door behind him, carefully quiet. The rush of water was loud, swallowing the sounds of his movement as he set down his toothbrush and towel and edged towards the shower. Eunhyuk was in there, Donghae knew, his heart speeding up in response. He could hear the slippery-wet sounds of a body moving under the spray and-he tilted his head, ears pricked-the soft, hitched breaths Donghae had imagined often enough to recognize.
His hand stretched forward and caught the edge of the shower curtain. He pulled it back.
Eunhyuk gasped, jerking back, and Donghae let his eyes drink in the sight before him. Red mouth, dark eyes, hand between his legs and dripping, dripping everywhere. He followed the water droplets racing down Eunhyuk’s skin, flushed red from the heat, sliding from dark hair past the curve of a cheek, past a mouth pulled back in horror, and trailing down the bump of a collarbone.
Donghae only made it past the rise of Eunhyuk’s left hip, time flitting by in a matter of seconds, before Eunhyuk choked out a mortified, “Donghae!”
“Oh my God,” Donghae remembered to exclaim, prompted. “Oops.” He pulled the shower curtain back and listened to Eunhyuk approach hysterics from behind the barrier. He paid only absentminded attention, mind on the clench of Eunhyuk’s thighs and the brief glimpse he’d gotten of the head of Eunhyuk’s cock, peeking out from his hand. He squirmed in his clothes, flustered, and scrubbed at his face with his hands.
He was one step closer, he thought. Just a little more.
“It’s okay, Hyukkie,” he said out loud to Eunhyuk, who was loudly slapping his soap around, announcing how he just had to rinse his shampoo and then he was done. “It’s okay,” Donghae repeated.
(3)
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Eunhyuk said nervously.
“Do it,” Donghae said contradictorily from his position next to Eunhyuk on the bed.
Leeteuk flashed them both a mischievous smile and turned to Hankyung, who was reclining on the other bed. He grinned and shrugged and Leeteuk said, “Okay, okay, here, let me show you-”
They gathered around Leeteuk and his photobook, feeling young and daring, excitement darting in their veins. Donghae leaned over Leeteuk’s left shoulder as Eunhyuk peered over his right. Hankyung crowded them from the other direction, all of their heads bent in tacit alliance over the book in Leeteuk’s lap.
They laughed, at first, giggling over themselves: acting like delinquent junior high students giddy at their first glimpse of a woman’s breasts. But the laughter died out as they flipped pages, their eyes lingering over the smooth curve of the woman’s shoulder and back, down to her bare backside, teasingly concealed with a drape of fabric. Their breaths grew slower, heavier, as Leeteuk’s fingers skimmed over the glossy pages, over the heavy-lidded gaze of the woman on the page.
Donghae felt himself grow aroused looking the picture of the woman with her head tilted back, her mouth parted invitingly as she cupped her breasts. He swallowed a sound of surprise when Eunhyuk shifted next to him and their shoulders came in contact. Donghae’s eyes flitted to Eunhyuk’s face, expression divided between discomfort and desire, fingers of one hand clenching nervously on the bedspread, the other hand rubbing achingly slowly at his fly.
Leeteuk flipped a page and Hankyung let out a low breath. Donghae reached up a hand and let it brush over Eunhyuk’s chest, grazing a nipple through his shirt.
Eunhyuk stiffened, eyes darting to Donghae in shock, then widening even more when Donghae returned the stare and licked his lips.
Almost, thought Donghae, as something like awareness shadowed Eunhyuk’s eyes. Almost. But not yet-wait.
He let his hand fall as the door burst open and the Change crew spilled into the room in a raucous explosion of chatter and noise.
(2)
It was a matter of not knocking before he barged into Eunhyuk’s room, something Donghae had done countless times before. He hadn’t expected to find Eunhyuk on the bed with his pants around his knees, his head tossed back, panting, as he jerked his hand up and down his dick. But who ever expected things like that?
Oh, Donghae mouthed silently, pulling up short in the doorway.
Eunhyuk didn’t see him because his eyes were squeezed shut, mind focused solely on whatever fantasy he had conjured up in his mind.
Donghae gripped the doorknob in his hand, cool metal under his fingers, and let his eyes linger. He took in Eunhyuk’s jeans, bunched low on his calves, and the stuffed rabbit and pillow that had fallen to the floor. Then he let his eyes follow the edge of the tangled pale blue sheets that spilled over the side of the bed and came to a rest on Eunhyuk’s toes, curled into the mattress.
A smile curved Donghae’s lips because he, if no one else, expected things like this. His mind took the image before him-a bare strip of stomach, panting breaths, jerky movements, tense calves limned in predawn light-and drew comparisons. Donghae remembered Eunhyuk wet, red mouth, dark eyes, hand between his legs and dripping, dripping everywhere.
A flush of heat spread through Donghae’s body and he thought, wait. Not now. He bit his lip and turned his head, averting his gaze. “Hyukjae,” he coughed, smothering an inappropriate snicker when Eunhyuk let out a surprised wheeze. He carefully kept his gaze directed at the floor as Eunhyuk scrambled for cover, sputtering unfinished sentences and shock.
“Knock next time,” Eunhyuk finally shouted desperately, clutching a pillow to his crotch.
Donghae only turned to grin at him, unrepentant. “Lock the door next time,” he suggested.
(4)
The fourth time was more fortuitous than planned. Donghae had hoped to corner Eunhyuk but for the past week, his best friend had proved elusive. It only made Donghae more stubborn than ever, determined to pin him down and act on the realization Donghae knew Eunhyuk had come to. I want you, Donghae thought at Eunhyuk for the past few days, wondering if the intensity of his thoughts would convey it better. If it had, Eunhyuk had managed to ignore them, and it wasn’t until tonight, with Kangin drunk, that Donghae had stumbled across his chance.
Kangin was a horny drunk. The last time Donghae had seen him drunk, he’d been trying to pull Leeteuk’s clothes off as they stumbled down the street, much to their manager’s amusement. Tonight, he was talking loudly about how it had been so long since the last time he’d fucked a girl and, god, he missed the way they smelled and felt and whimpered into his mouth.
Leeteuk looked like he was going to hit him. Donghae bet he was glad they were in the privacy of their dorms, and felt a moment’s sympathy for their leader for having to deal with the inevitable belligerence, but then he was distracted when Kangin moaned, “And they always pant and sigh my name and it’s like the sweetest fucking sound on earth.”
Eunhyuk looked uncomfortable, staring down at his glass of soju as if it held the answers to life, or at least the answer to whether or not it would be rude to get up and walk away when Kangin had an arm slung over his shoulder.
Donghae drew in a sharp breath and stood up. Almost. He crossed the room and gave Leeteuk a bright smile as he sat down on the floor next to Eunhyuk and helped himself to his soju.
“Help,” Eunhyuk mouthed at him, his desperation to escape the situation evidently outweighing his need to avoid Donghae.
Donghae leaned closer and put a hand on Eunhyuk’s thigh. “What?” he mouthed back.
He felt muscle jump under his touch. “I hate my life,” Eunhyuk moaned under his breath, letting his head fall forward. “Donghae,” he whined quietly. “Help.”
Donghae’s heart leaped in excitement. Now.
“Okay,” he said, and moved his hand so he was cupping Eunhyuk through his jeans. He smiled cheekily when Eunhyuk jumped, and let the smile melt into something darker as Eunhyuk continued to stare at him with wide eyes.
Donghae moved his thumb, stroking lightly. You’re already hard, he said with his eyes.
Time seemed to hang in the balance of their gaze, shaky and fragile. The background faded, sounds muted, and they stared at each other, unmoving for a brief eternity. Donghae could hear his heartbeat in his ears, repeating yes, now, now, finally. He waited, his hand still. “N-not here,” Eunhyuk said at last, voice unsteady as he broke the last thread of their old relationship and reached out tentatively for something new.
Donghae broke out into a wide grin. He grabbed Eunhyuk’s hand and pulled him to his feet, heading for the bedroom. So the fourth time he hadn’t actually caught Eunhyuk masturbating, he thought fleetingly as Eunhyuk shut the door and gave him a nervous look. But that was okay. Donghae gave Eunhyuk a friendly squeeze between the legs. He would help Eunhyuk with that little task.
No more waiting.
--
Started: 03.10.08
Finished: 03.13.08
Notes: I'm not sure how happy I am with this fic (I suck at EunHae, god!). Sorry there was not more BFF retardery. Um, yeah. Vague ideas for more fics, probably one last Change!fic and then...other stuff.
Oh and btw, random pimping: a compilation of Super Junior subbed video links at YT (for stuff like SJFH, EHB, Mini-Drama, etc.). HELP. ;_;