Intoxicated
Title: Intoxicated (drabble)
Genre: Romance?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Taecyeon/Wooyoung
Summary: Wooyoung is worried about Taecyeon after a night out.
Author's Notes: --
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
“Ah yes... Right there, don't stop!”
“Fuck yes!”
“Yes yes yes!”
Taecyeon bolts upright in bed, panting heavily and sweating profusely. He feels a drop of sweat drip down from his forehead, passed his eye, over his cheek and finally dripping off his chin. He tries to calm his erratic breathing as he suddenly remembers where he is. Taecyeon is in his bed, alone, still tucked neatly under the blankets, which is a surprise because he thought he would've been moving around wildly from his dream. A dream that suddenly put his stomach in knots, mixing both nerves and a sickly feeling that feels unpleasant.
He lets out a large breath before falling back on the bed. He wipes his forehead, trying to rid himself of the easy to reach sweat as he closes his eyes once again but they fly open. Images flash in his head the split second that his vision darkness. It's Wooyoung on his back, his hand between his legs and Taecyeon does disgustingly inappropriate things to the smaller group mate. But it is really disgusting? Taecyeon seems to be enjoying it because he's on top, obviously doing it out of his own free will. It's Wooyoung who is moaning, panting his name and calling out for more.
Taecyeon feels the sweat start to form on his brow again and he has to get out of bed as he feels the bile at the end of his throat. He quickly runs to the first floor bathroom, making sure to close the door tightly before hovering over the toilet. Knowing from experience, Taecyeon forces it out. He knows that it's a waste of sleeping hours to sit in the bathroom and wait for it to come. Better out than in, right?
After flushing the toilet, Taecyeon falls back against the wall, feeling the cool surface against his bare shoulder blades. He has a moment to let his stomach settle before there is a knock at the door and the most unlikely person to walk in, does so.
“Are you okay hyung?” Wooyoung asked, a worried look in his eyes.
Taecyeon feels it again and he just has enough time to lean over the bowl. He coughs and chokes, spitting into the toilet as Wooyoung comes to rub his back. He admits to himself that the gesture is soothing until he remembers who is doing it. Taecyeon shrugs the hand off and chokes again.
“You went over your limit, huh?” the younger boy whispers, trying not to upset Taecyeon's stomach even more. “You don't normally drink that much.”
He doesn't know whether to lean against the wall or press his cheek against the cold porcelain of the toilet seat but he sticks with the latter, seeing as how it's closer and he doesn't have to move. Taecyeon feels the younger boy gently caressing his head before his hand falls to his cheek.
“Do you want me to get you some water or ice?” Wooyoung asked as he feels the tall boy's burning forehead.
Taecyeon nods, “Water please,” his voice is hoarse and his throat is raw.
He watches Wooyoung get up quickly and disappear and he closes his eyes, trying to will away the scene from his dream. 'I was not fucking Wooyoung,' he tells himself. 'I don't want to have sex with him either. Dreams are stupid and aren't meant to make sense.' Taecyeon feels his stomach twist and turn as his brain tries to work, two things that obviously don't mix. He leans over and heaves just as Wooyoung steps into the room. That comforting hand is back, stroking his muscle shirt against his skin but is even more alarming when Wooyoung's cold fingers graze his exposed skin.
Taecyeon shivers, suddenly feeling vulnerable all at once. He feels embarrassed for showing himself in such a way from the over use of alcohol rather than an annoying flu bug that wiggled into his tummy. He apologizes to Wooyoung for causing such a scene and being a bother but the younger boy just shrugs it off.
“It's not like you do this all the time, in fact I think it's the first.”
He assures Wooyoung that it'll be the last too. Taecyeon doesn't want to think of the massive headache he is going to receive when he wakes up but he thinks that if he gets rid of all the alcohol in his stomach, maybe he won't have one. He heaves once more but it's clear that the contents of his stomach are completely gone and that there is nothing left to bring up.
Taecyeon drops back into the wall, closing his eyes to stop his head from spinning. He hears the tap running but ignores it until a cold towel is pressing against his forehead, then down his cheek before dabbing his mouth. He opens his eyes slowly, seeing Wooyoung carefully pressing the cloth against his hot skin before drawing his hand back to bring the cup of water to his lips. Taecyeon takes small sips, knowing that water could still bring him to heave.
He watches Wooyoung turn to set the cup on the counter before he is facing him once again.
“I thought if you were asleep, you wouldn't have this problem.”
Taecyeon raises a brow, thinking that the younger boy might have known something when he remembers. His mind goes back to when they got home, he stumbles in the door, his arms looped around Nichkhun's neck as the older boy is trying to keep him up. Taecyeon is talking loudly about something incoherent and everyone else seems to care less. Everyone but Wooyoung, who is looking at his hyung with concern. Taecyeon doesn't know it but the younger boy is asking himself if Taecyeon will be alright.
He mumbles and grumbles as he thrown onto his bed. He rolls onto his stomach, giving it a few humps from his hips before nuzzling his face into the pillow. It's then that the fictional dream starts and Taecyeon remembers everything from then. Something suddenly hits him.
“Were you awake this whole time?” Taecyeon whispers, realizing that Wooyoung had ran to him pretty quickly, meaning he had not been in his room upstairs.
The younger boy nods, “I was worried that you'd wake up feeling like this. I didn't know if you could make it to the bathroom. I was wondering if you were going to be okay.”
Taecyeon wonders why it's Wooyoung out of everyone else that seems concerned about him. It wasn't Junsu, Nichkhun or Junho that came running to make sure he was alright. What was the irony of dreaming of the younger boy and having him come to soothe his upset stomach? Taecyeon suddenly can't help himself and he doesn't even think what his mouth would probably taste like before he pressing his lips against Wooyoung's.
The younger boy is squirming under him, trying to get away as the taste of Taecyeon's reversed stomach contents enters his mouth. The taste is soon forgotten as the flavour of his own mouth mixes with the older boy's and Wooyoung suddenly isn't disgusted anymore. He relaxes, letting Taecyeon lean him against the floor and lay over him.
Wooyoung doesn't know why he's surrendering but he's doing it quickly. First he lets down his guard, then before he knows it, his lips are moving against Taecyeon's and then his tongue is begging to be between Wooyoung's lips and he willingly gives in. He parts his lips for less than a second and Taecyeon is already trying to explore his mouth with that hot muscle. Wooyoung tries to tell himself that Taecyeon is still a bit intoxicated and his is finally starting to kick in. He knew he didn't feel the buzz right away but three hours later seems a bit too late.
He ignored whatever reasoning was trying to bubble up into his mind and his concentrated is lost when Taecyeon rubs his tongue against his own. Wooyoung lets out a soft moan, his fingers moving up the older boy's arm to his shoulders to squeeze them tight. He can feel the sleepy effect of the alcohol kicking in now but he wants to push it away. Wooyoung jolts as he feels the older boy shifting between his legs. “Hyung,” he pants, shoving him away gently.
Taecyeon pauses, half from shock and the other half from disappointment. He wants to know why Wooyoung pushed him away but he's also glad he did.
“I'm really tired,” the younger boy says, his eyes getting smaller with every blink.
Taecyeon is on his feet before he can watch the small boy blink again. He pulls Wooyoung up, holding him in his arms as he guides the both of them back to his room. He closes the door and almost trips of his own as well as Wooyoung's feet. Taecyeon drops them onto the bed and he groans as Wooyoung pushes him off. He's not surprised to find that sleep is taking over his mind and body as well. He feels Wooyoung cuddle against him before his mind blackens.
“Ah hyung...”
“Hurts but... Don't stop...”
“Hyung! I'm coming!”
Taecyeon gasps as he sits up in bed, his heart pounding against his ribs in panic. He knows it's not a continuation of the previous dream because things were different. They were in his bed this time and their clothing were similar to real life. It's not until Taecyeon looks down under the covers that he realizes that he is only in his boxers and Wooyoung... Is completely naked.
Genre: Romance?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Taecyeon/Wooyoung
Summary: Wooyoung is worried about Taecyeon after a night out.
Author's Notes: --
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
“Ah yes... Right there, don't stop!”
“Fuck yes!”
“Yes yes yes!”
Taecyeon bolts upright in bed, panting heavily and sweating profusely. He feels a drop of sweat drip down from his forehead, passed his eye, over his cheek and finally dripping off his chin. He tries to calm his erratic breathing as he suddenly remembers where he is. Taecyeon is in his bed, alone, still tucked neatly under the blankets, which is a surprise because he thought he would've been moving around wildly from his dream. A dream that suddenly put his stomach in knots, mixing both nerves and a sickly feeling that feels unpleasant.
He lets out a large breath before falling back on the bed. He wipes his forehead, trying to rid himself of the easy to reach sweat as he closes his eyes once again but they fly open. Images flash in his head the split second that his vision darkness. It's Wooyoung on his back, his hand between his legs and Taecyeon does disgustingly inappropriate things to the smaller group mate. But it is really disgusting? Taecyeon seems to be enjoying it because he's on top, obviously doing it out of his own free will. It's Wooyoung who is moaning, panting his name and calling out for more.
Taecyeon feels the sweat start to form on his brow again and he has to get out of bed as he feels the bile at the end of his throat. He quickly runs to the first floor bathroom, making sure to close the door tightly before hovering over the toilet. Knowing from experience, Taecyeon forces it out. He knows that it's a waste of sleeping hours to sit in the bathroom and wait for it to come. Better out than in, right?
After flushing the toilet, Taecyeon falls back against the wall, feeling the cool surface against his bare shoulder blades. He has a moment to let his stomach settle before there is a knock at the door and the most unlikely person to walk in, does so.
“Are you okay hyung?” Wooyoung asked, a worried look in his eyes.
Taecyeon feels it again and he just has enough time to lean over the bowl. He coughs and chokes, spitting into the toilet as Wooyoung comes to rub his back. He admits to himself that the gesture is soothing until he remembers who is doing it. Taecyeon shrugs the hand off and chokes again.
“You went over your limit, huh?” the younger boy whispers, trying not to upset Taecyeon's stomach even more. “You don't normally drink that much.”
He doesn't know whether to lean against the wall or press his cheek against the cold porcelain of the toilet seat but he sticks with the latter, seeing as how it's closer and he doesn't have to move. Taecyeon feels the younger boy gently caressing his head before his hand falls to his cheek.
“Do you want me to get you some water or ice?” Wooyoung asked as he feels the tall boy's burning forehead.
Taecyeon nods, “Water please,” his voice is hoarse and his throat is raw.
He watches Wooyoung get up quickly and disappear and he closes his eyes, trying to will away the scene from his dream. 'I was not fucking Wooyoung,' he tells himself. 'I don't want to have sex with him either. Dreams are stupid and aren't meant to make sense.' Taecyeon feels his stomach twist and turn as his brain tries to work, two things that obviously don't mix. He leans over and heaves just as Wooyoung steps into the room. That comforting hand is back, stroking his muscle shirt against his skin but is even more alarming when Wooyoung's cold fingers graze his exposed skin.
Taecyeon shivers, suddenly feeling vulnerable all at once. He feels embarrassed for showing himself in such a way from the over use of alcohol rather than an annoying flu bug that wiggled into his tummy. He apologizes to Wooyoung for causing such a scene and being a bother but the younger boy just shrugs it off.
“It's not like you do this all the time, in fact I think it's the first.”
He assures Wooyoung that it'll be the last too. Taecyeon doesn't want to think of the massive headache he is going to receive when he wakes up but he thinks that if he gets rid of all the alcohol in his stomach, maybe he won't have one. He heaves once more but it's clear that the contents of his stomach are completely gone and that there is nothing left to bring up.
Taecyeon drops back into the wall, closing his eyes to stop his head from spinning. He hears the tap running but ignores it until a cold towel is pressing against his forehead, then down his cheek before dabbing his mouth. He opens his eyes slowly, seeing Wooyoung carefully pressing the cloth against his hot skin before drawing his hand back to bring the cup of water to his lips. Taecyeon takes small sips, knowing that water could still bring him to heave.
He watches Wooyoung turn to set the cup on the counter before he is facing him once again.
“I thought if you were asleep, you wouldn't have this problem.”
Taecyeon raises a brow, thinking that the younger boy might have known something when he remembers. His mind goes back to when they got home, he stumbles in the door, his arms looped around Nichkhun's neck as the older boy is trying to keep him up. Taecyeon is talking loudly about something incoherent and everyone else seems to care less. Everyone but Wooyoung, who is looking at his hyung with concern. Taecyeon doesn't know it but the younger boy is asking himself if Taecyeon will be alright.
He mumbles and grumbles as he thrown onto his bed. He rolls onto his stomach, giving it a few humps from his hips before nuzzling his face into the pillow. It's then that the fictional dream starts and Taecyeon remembers everything from then. Something suddenly hits him.
“Were you awake this whole time?” Taecyeon whispers, realizing that Wooyoung had ran to him pretty quickly, meaning he had not been in his room upstairs.
The younger boy nods, “I was worried that you'd wake up feeling like this. I didn't know if you could make it to the bathroom. I was wondering if you were going to be okay.”
Taecyeon wonders why it's Wooyoung out of everyone else that seems concerned about him. It wasn't Junsu, Nichkhun or Junho that came running to make sure he was alright. What was the irony of dreaming of the younger boy and having him come to soothe his upset stomach? Taecyeon suddenly can't help himself and he doesn't even think what his mouth would probably taste like before he pressing his lips against Wooyoung's.
The younger boy is squirming under him, trying to get away as the taste of Taecyeon's reversed stomach contents enters his mouth. The taste is soon forgotten as the flavour of his own mouth mixes with the older boy's and Wooyoung suddenly isn't disgusted anymore. He relaxes, letting Taecyeon lean him against the floor and lay over him.
Wooyoung doesn't know why he's surrendering but he's doing it quickly. First he lets down his guard, then before he knows it, his lips are moving against Taecyeon's and then his tongue is begging to be between Wooyoung's lips and he willingly gives in. He parts his lips for less than a second and Taecyeon is already trying to explore his mouth with that hot muscle. Wooyoung tries to tell himself that Taecyeon is still a bit intoxicated and his is finally starting to kick in. He knew he didn't feel the buzz right away but three hours later seems a bit too late.
He ignored whatever reasoning was trying to bubble up into his mind and his concentrated is lost when Taecyeon rubs his tongue against his own. Wooyoung lets out a soft moan, his fingers moving up the older boy's arm to his shoulders to squeeze them tight. He can feel the sleepy effect of the alcohol kicking in now but he wants to push it away. Wooyoung jolts as he feels the older boy shifting between his legs. “Hyung,” he pants, shoving him away gently.
Taecyeon pauses, half from shock and the other half from disappointment. He wants to know why Wooyoung pushed him away but he's also glad he did.
“I'm really tired,” the younger boy says, his eyes getting smaller with every blink.
Taecyeon is on his feet before he can watch the small boy blink again. He pulls Wooyoung up, holding him in his arms as he guides the both of them back to his room. He closes the door and almost trips of his own as well as Wooyoung's feet. Taecyeon drops them onto the bed and he groans as Wooyoung pushes him off. He's not surprised to find that sleep is taking over his mind and body as well. He feels Wooyoung cuddle against him before his mind blackens.
“Ah hyung...”
“Hurts but... Don't stop...”
“Hyung! I'm coming!”
Taecyeon gasps as he sits up in bed, his heart pounding against his ribs in panic. He knows it's not a continuation of the previous dream because things were different. They were in his bed this time and their clothing were similar to real life. It's not until Taecyeon looks down under the covers that he realizes that he is only in his boxers and Wooyoung... Is completely naked.