Super Junior; Shihan; What Happens in China
Title: What Happens In China
Fandom: Super Junior (M)
Pairing: Implied Siwon/Han Geng/Heechul, Siwon/Han Geng
Word count: 2,616
Rating: R
Summary: “And one more thing: you can’t have sex in China.”
A/N: This seemed cute and funny at the time, and then I started writing it and it got away from me, and now it just seems weird and highly improbable. But this is fanfic, right?
And this is how I see Heechul reacting to them being in China. He would totally do something like this.
“Oh, and one more thing, while I remember.”
“What? You’re calling long distance, Heechul.”
“You can’t have sex while you’re there.”
“…What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
“Heechul, we’re going to be here for over a month or something.”
“So? I’m not going to be getting any either.”
“That’s - that’s unfair, Heechul.”
“You should have thought about that before you went away to China.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I don’t care. Promise me.”
“Heechul-”
“Promise me.”
“Fine! I can’t believe you sometimes, Heechul, you’re so-”
“I’m hanging up now, bye!”
“-self centered.”
Han Geng stared at the telephone which had hung up on him rather harshly, and then turned to stare at Siwon, who was looking at him curiously from the other hotel bed.
“Heechul says that we can’t have sex,” he told him.
“Oh,” said Siwon, and blinked at him. “Oh, okay.”
***
To begin with, they were perfectly willing to abstain, as it were, because Siwon has this policy in which he doesn’t lie or go against a promise, in the hope that it would counteract the sin that is built up every time he sleeps with Han Geng or Heechul, and Han Geng knows perfectly well that the only way to have an easy life now is to do exactly what Heechul says, and never do anything Donghae says. It’s not as though they can get away with going against the promise either, because someone will inevitably tell on them.
But the odds were stacked against them, and they knew that from the beginning; that was why Han Geng thought it was the stupidest thing they’d ever attempted to do. The management thought it would be a good idea for them to share a room, but that was okay as long as they both wore clothes to bed and slept in separate ones. They were sharing a bathroom, but that was okay as long as they took separate showers, and they got dressed in the bathroom. They were always put together at interviews and things, but that was okay too, as long as Siwon didn’t try too much skin ship, and Han Geng didn’t smile at him too much.
Han Geng has self-control. He knows that he does, and therefore the “sex ban” probably wasn’t going to be a major problem for him. That’s what he thought.
He lasted a week before the strain started to show.
***
“Hyung, do you know where my-”
“No,” said Han Geng, without even looking at Donghae, who turned to frown adorably at Kyuhyun, who shrugged and nudged Zhou Mi, and all three looked at Han Geng with strange expressions.
“Are you alright, gege?” Zhou Mi asked, putting out a tentative hand, as if to take hold of Han Geng’s shoulder, and then he thought better of it, and drew his hand back.
“I’m fine,” said Han Geng, watching Siwon as he hugged Henry, the two laughing about something that he couldn’t quite catch. “I’m absolutely fine, why shouldn’t I be?”
“You seem off,” said Kyuhyun bluntly.
“I’m not,” said Han Geng, equally as bluntly, and itched to kick the chair in front of him.
There was a burst of noise from the other side of the room, as Ryeowook stumbled into the back of Henry, who fell forward into Siwon, and the three tumbled to the floor in a jumble of legs and arms and laughter. Siwon sat up, pushing his hair from his face, smiling still, and for a second his eye met Han Geng’s, and Han Geng stood up quickly. Kyuhyun, Donghae and Zhou Mi stared at him.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said, and stormed out of the room.
***
What annoyed Han Geng was that Siwon didn’t seem to be suffering at all. Han Geng had pretty much decided that if anyone was going to feel the ban, then it was going to be Siwon (younger, liked skin ship, less self control), but the boy was exactly the same. He smiled and he sang and he danced, and he didn’t mind if Donghae hung all over him, and he didn’t mind that they were sleeping in separate beds, or that they were following orders from someone who wasn’t even there. Siwon had promised, kind of, and therefore Siwon was going to keep his promise. And that annoyed Han Geng. It shouldn’t have done and it was totally irrational, but it did and that was all there was to it.
He needn’t have worried, because after one week and three days, something seemed to snap inside of Siwon.
***
“Hey,” said Han Geng, placing a hand on Siwon’s shoulder, who jumped and knocked over the glass of water on the table in front of him. “Are you okay? You’ve been really quiet.”
“Fine,” said Siwon, jerking away slightly. “Fine, I’m fine.”
“Really?” Han Geng asked, talking the seat opposite Siwon and leaning forward to look at him. Siwon’s eyebrows rose, and he leant back in his own chair, and avoided Han Geng’s eyes.
“Donghae said that you snapped at him this morning,” explained Han Geng. This was good; he could deal with this. This was business, this was making sure that the family that had built up between them was not broken.
“That was because-” Siwon started, and then he trailed off as Han Geng bit his bottom lip and tried to imitate that look of apprehensive worrying that Eeteuk had managed to perfect. Siwon stared at him, eyes flicking down to his lips, and Han Geng realised what he was doing and stopped.
“He kept-” Siwon started again, and Han Geng leant forward in his chair to listen, and his shirt shifted slightly and the wide collar fell down over his shoulder. Siwon stopped, swallowed hard, and Han Geng casually pulled the offending piece of material back into place, and leant back again so their faces weren’t quite so close. He rather felt that the damage had been done.
“- stealing my -“
Han Geng moved his position, crossing his legs, and as he did so his bare foot brushed over Siwon’s. He jumped again, sat up straight against his chair, feet pushed right back, hands in his lap so they couldn’t do anything either.
“-drink when I had to go on stage.” Siwon finished, quite a few minutes after he had started.
“Oh,” said Han Geng in relief, because that was a perfectly normal thing and probably wouldn’t mean that he would have to do anything overly exertive to sort it out, unlike that thing that had arisen between Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun last week. Sometimes, he really felt for Eeteuk, because he was having enough trouble looking after six members, never mind twelve. The various arguments and troubles that popped up seemed to have taken over his life - and it wasn’t even as though Heechul was there to interfere and make things worse.
Speaking of Heechul, Siwon was looking at him with a slightly dazed expression, and Han Geng realised that he had been biting his lip again as he thought. Siwon shuddered, and their eyes met, for a brief moment, and Han Geng fought with the urge to jump Siwon right there and then. “Hyung,” said Siwon, and then reached out and took hold of Han Geng’s hand.
“Gege,” he said, and Han Geng took a deep, calming breath that did nothing whatsoever.
Luckily (or perhaps unluckily, it depended how you looked at it), Kyuhyun and Ryeowook tumbled through the door at that point, shocking Siwon into standing abruptly, face closed off. Han Geng slumped back into his chair.
“I’m going to take a shower,” said Siwon, and practically fled out of the room.
***
Han Geng tried to not let it be know that anything was up between the two, because that was likely to affect group relations, and they couldn’t afford that, but mostly he just knew that Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi would laugh at them, and Donghae would remain oblivious, and Ryeowook would be annoyingly sympathetic, and Henry simply wouldn’t understand, and Han Geng really didn’t want to explain to him what was going on.
He failed miserably, because after one week and five days, everyone had guessed that there was something going on.
***
“Hyung?” Ryeowook looked at him oddly as Siwon did his running-out-of-the-room act again, and Han Geng gave a little yell and kicked the chair in front of him. The movement was oddly relaxing. “Hyung, are you alright?”
“Yes,” said Han Geng forcefully. Ryeowook blinked at him.
“Did you have an argument with Siwon?” Zhou Mi asked in Chinese, and Han Geng shook his head, before burying it in his arms on the table in front of him.
“No,” he said, voice slightly muffled. “It’s something else.”
“Is this about Heechul?” Donghae asked, and Han Geng’s head shot up to stare at him in complete shock. “He told me about it a couple of nights ago. He wants me to make sure you keep your promise.”
“Fuck you, Heechul,” said Han Geng bitterly in Chinese, and Zhou Mi raised an eyebrow at him.
“What’s hyung done?” Kyuhyun asked, looking at Han Geng curiously.
“Sex ban,” muttered Han Geng under his breath.
“What?” Han Geng couldn’t work out if Henry hadn’t heard him or hadn’t understood what he’d said - judging by the looks on everyone else’s face, it was the former.
“He said,” he said slowly, repeating it in both Chinese and Korean, “that we can’t have sex without him. And he’s checking up on us to make sure that we don’t.”
Zhou Mi was the first to start laughing, with Kyuhyun following him soon after, the two clutching at each other as the fits became too much. Donghae nodded solemnly, but even he seemed to have a twitch to the corner of his lips. Ryeowook gave him a hug, and didn’t seem to be laughing or smiling, just sympathetic. Henry cocked his head to the side and looked adorably confused about the whole thing.
The only good thing that Han Geng was able to get out of the incident was a sense of satisfaction that, at least, he seemed to know his band mates incredibly well.
***
And yet, after that, everything seemed to get better. Han Geng found that he could deal with it fairly well, without resorting to long, cold showers (Siwon spent an alarming amount of time in the bathroom), and there was something calming about the whole thing after a while. He found that he liked spending time with Siwon, just talking and playing, and not overly touching. He liked to pretend that this was what he would have had without the something extra, but he was aware that they already had this, and that something extra was annoyingly obvious in its lacking. Still, he was dealing with it. He was managing, he was calm, he was Zen.
After three weeks, they cracked.
***
“Hyung,” said a voice, and Han Geng opened his eyes.
His thoughts were not exactly coherent, it being sometime between late night and early morning but they were structured along the lines of oh, this is nice, very nice and warm, we should do this more - OH MY FUCKING GOD SIWON WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED.
Not exactly coherent, as has been said, but potent nevertheless.
“Siwon,” he said, calmly and quietly, his heart racing as he noticed that Siwon’s hand was far too close to his thigh for comfort. “Why are you in my bed?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” mumbled Siwon sleepily, his hand curling around Han Geng’s hip as he seemed to drift back off to sleep.
“And so you thought you’d get into bed with me,” said Han Geng. “Worst idea you’ve ever had, Siwon,” but he was soon asleep too. It was too comfortable for his weary body to handle.
Morning brought both of them back down to earth with a bump, as Han Geng opened his eyes to find that Siwon had buried his head in his neck at some point, breath hot and moist on his shoulder, as his arm lay slung over Han Geng’s waist, casually, in a way that made the muscles in Han Geng’s lower stomach clench uncomfortably.
“Siwon,” he said, and poked him in the side. “Siwon, wake up.”
Siwon woke up slowly, opening and closing his eyes lazily, his eyelashes brushing over the skin on Han Geng’s shoulder, his breath ghosting over his jaw line as Siwon lifted his head up slowly and stared at him in dismay.
“Worst idea you’ve ever had,” repeated Han Geng. Siwon blinked at him, and then he seemed to smirk somewhat, a horribly familiar look that never graced this face, usually a different one that was hundreds of miles away, and he left his hand trail lazily over Han Geng’s chest and lower still, as he lay his head back down, lips soft against the suddenly burning skin of Han Geng’s shoulder.
“No,” said Han Geng, struggling with the little piece of self control he had after three weeks of absolute nothing, the sudden body contact making him react quickly, so that when Siwon’s hand began to play with the waistband of his bottoms, his heart was already racing with the anticipation of what was yet to come, but with the little bit of blood that had remained in his head, he managed to work out the thought processes he needed to say, as firmly as he could with a breathless voice, “No, we promised.”
Siwon raised his head to look at him, eyes dark despite the steady stream of early morning sunlight that filtered through the light curtains of their hotel room. There was something like mania in his eyes, something that made Han Geng fall silent, before he gasped loudly as Siwon’s hand moved quickly under the fabric and began to torture him with long, slow strokes.
“I don’t care, gege,” said Siwon, and Han Geng decided that he really didn’t care either, and he reached up to wrap a hand around Siwon’s neck to pull him down and kiss him roughly, teeth and lip and released tension, and fuck, that felt good.
“We’re complete idiots,” decided Han Geng afterwards. “I can’t believe we went through that just because of Heechul.”
“Yeah,” agreed Siwon.
Both privately agreed that they wouldn’t tell Heechul.
***
It took four weeks for Heechul to find out.
***
“Yes?”
“Stay away from the Chinese boy.”
“What? Heechul, is that you?”
“Stay away from the Chinese boy.”
“Heechul, it’s two o’clock in the morning.”
“So what? It’s not my fault you’re lazy.”
“That’s not - what do you want?”
“I’ve already told you twice. Stay away from the Chinese boy.”
“Zhou Mi? What’s he got to do with anything?”
“He’s too friendly with you. Make him stop touching you.”
“You get jealous over the weirdest things.”
“Whatever. Just promise me.”
“I’m not promising that. That’s as stupid as promising that I wouldn’t have sex with Siwon.”
“Promise - what do you mean, stupid?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you have sex with Siwon?”
“What?”
“Have you had sex with Siwon?”
“Heechul, sorry, I don’t - what?”
“Don’t you dare pretend you don’t understand me, you Chinese bastard, you know perfectly well what the words “sex with Siwon” mean!”
“Be quiet, you’ll wake Siwon up.”
“Oh, so you’re in the same bed right now, is that it?”
“Heechul, I-”
“You are so dead. Both of you. Dead.”
“Don’t you think that you’re overreacting? I mean, it was pretty dumb to begin with.”
“Oh, I’ll be sure to tell you that next time you come to my room. I can’t believe you sometimes, you can be so self-”
“I’m hanging up now, bye!”
“-centered-”
Han Geng quickly pushed the button which would cut Heechul’s angry voice off, and stared at the phone as Siwon stirred beside him, his hand trailing up Han Geng’s side.
“Heechul says that he’s going to kill us,” Han Geng told him.
“Oh,” said Siwon, and blinked at him. “Oh, okay.”
Fandom: Super Junior (M)
Pairing: Implied Siwon/Han Geng/Heechul, Siwon/Han Geng
Word count: 2,616
Rating: R
Summary: “And one more thing: you can’t have sex in China.”
A/N: This seemed cute and funny at the time, and then I started writing it and it got away from me, and now it just seems weird and highly improbable. But this is fanfic, right?
And this is how I see Heechul reacting to them being in China. He would totally do something like this.
“Oh, and one more thing, while I remember.”
“What? You’re calling long distance, Heechul.”
“You can’t have sex while you’re there.”
“…What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
“Heechul, we’re going to be here for over a month or something.”
“So? I’m not going to be getting any either.”
“That’s - that’s unfair, Heechul.”
“You should have thought about that before you went away to China.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I don’t care. Promise me.”
“Heechul-”
“Promise me.”
“Fine! I can’t believe you sometimes, Heechul, you’re so-”
“I’m hanging up now, bye!”
“-self centered.”
Han Geng stared at the telephone which had hung up on him rather harshly, and then turned to stare at Siwon, who was looking at him curiously from the other hotel bed.
“Heechul says that we can’t have sex,” he told him.
“Oh,” said Siwon, and blinked at him. “Oh, okay.”
***
To begin with, they were perfectly willing to abstain, as it were, because Siwon has this policy in which he doesn’t lie or go against a promise, in the hope that it would counteract the sin that is built up every time he sleeps with Han Geng or Heechul, and Han Geng knows perfectly well that the only way to have an easy life now is to do exactly what Heechul says, and never do anything Donghae says. It’s not as though they can get away with going against the promise either, because someone will inevitably tell on them.
But the odds were stacked against them, and they knew that from the beginning; that was why Han Geng thought it was the stupidest thing they’d ever attempted to do. The management thought it would be a good idea for them to share a room, but that was okay as long as they both wore clothes to bed and slept in separate ones. They were sharing a bathroom, but that was okay as long as they took separate showers, and they got dressed in the bathroom. They were always put together at interviews and things, but that was okay too, as long as Siwon didn’t try too much skin ship, and Han Geng didn’t smile at him too much.
Han Geng has self-control. He knows that he does, and therefore the “sex ban” probably wasn’t going to be a major problem for him. That’s what he thought.
He lasted a week before the strain started to show.
***
“Hyung, do you know where my-”
“No,” said Han Geng, without even looking at Donghae, who turned to frown adorably at Kyuhyun, who shrugged and nudged Zhou Mi, and all three looked at Han Geng with strange expressions.
“Are you alright, gege?” Zhou Mi asked, putting out a tentative hand, as if to take hold of Han Geng’s shoulder, and then he thought better of it, and drew his hand back.
“I’m fine,” said Han Geng, watching Siwon as he hugged Henry, the two laughing about something that he couldn’t quite catch. “I’m absolutely fine, why shouldn’t I be?”
“You seem off,” said Kyuhyun bluntly.
“I’m not,” said Han Geng, equally as bluntly, and itched to kick the chair in front of him.
There was a burst of noise from the other side of the room, as Ryeowook stumbled into the back of Henry, who fell forward into Siwon, and the three tumbled to the floor in a jumble of legs and arms and laughter. Siwon sat up, pushing his hair from his face, smiling still, and for a second his eye met Han Geng’s, and Han Geng stood up quickly. Kyuhyun, Donghae and Zhou Mi stared at him.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said, and stormed out of the room.
***
What annoyed Han Geng was that Siwon didn’t seem to be suffering at all. Han Geng had pretty much decided that if anyone was going to feel the ban, then it was going to be Siwon (younger, liked skin ship, less self control), but the boy was exactly the same. He smiled and he sang and he danced, and he didn’t mind if Donghae hung all over him, and he didn’t mind that they were sleeping in separate beds, or that they were following orders from someone who wasn’t even there. Siwon had promised, kind of, and therefore Siwon was going to keep his promise. And that annoyed Han Geng. It shouldn’t have done and it was totally irrational, but it did and that was all there was to it.
He needn’t have worried, because after one week and three days, something seemed to snap inside of Siwon.
***
“Hey,” said Han Geng, placing a hand on Siwon’s shoulder, who jumped and knocked over the glass of water on the table in front of him. “Are you okay? You’ve been really quiet.”
“Fine,” said Siwon, jerking away slightly. “Fine, I’m fine.”
“Really?” Han Geng asked, talking the seat opposite Siwon and leaning forward to look at him. Siwon’s eyebrows rose, and he leant back in his own chair, and avoided Han Geng’s eyes.
“Donghae said that you snapped at him this morning,” explained Han Geng. This was good; he could deal with this. This was business, this was making sure that the family that had built up between them was not broken.
“That was because-” Siwon started, and then he trailed off as Han Geng bit his bottom lip and tried to imitate that look of apprehensive worrying that Eeteuk had managed to perfect. Siwon stared at him, eyes flicking down to his lips, and Han Geng realised what he was doing and stopped.
“He kept-” Siwon started again, and Han Geng leant forward in his chair to listen, and his shirt shifted slightly and the wide collar fell down over his shoulder. Siwon stopped, swallowed hard, and Han Geng casually pulled the offending piece of material back into place, and leant back again so their faces weren’t quite so close. He rather felt that the damage had been done.
“- stealing my -“
Han Geng moved his position, crossing his legs, and as he did so his bare foot brushed over Siwon’s. He jumped again, sat up straight against his chair, feet pushed right back, hands in his lap so they couldn’t do anything either.
“-drink when I had to go on stage.” Siwon finished, quite a few minutes after he had started.
“Oh,” said Han Geng in relief, because that was a perfectly normal thing and probably wouldn’t mean that he would have to do anything overly exertive to sort it out, unlike that thing that had arisen between Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun last week. Sometimes, he really felt for Eeteuk, because he was having enough trouble looking after six members, never mind twelve. The various arguments and troubles that popped up seemed to have taken over his life - and it wasn’t even as though Heechul was there to interfere and make things worse.
Speaking of Heechul, Siwon was looking at him with a slightly dazed expression, and Han Geng realised that he had been biting his lip again as he thought. Siwon shuddered, and their eyes met, for a brief moment, and Han Geng fought with the urge to jump Siwon right there and then. “Hyung,” said Siwon, and then reached out and took hold of Han Geng’s hand.
“Gege,” he said, and Han Geng took a deep, calming breath that did nothing whatsoever.
Luckily (or perhaps unluckily, it depended how you looked at it), Kyuhyun and Ryeowook tumbled through the door at that point, shocking Siwon into standing abruptly, face closed off. Han Geng slumped back into his chair.
“I’m going to take a shower,” said Siwon, and practically fled out of the room.
***
Han Geng tried to not let it be know that anything was up between the two, because that was likely to affect group relations, and they couldn’t afford that, but mostly he just knew that Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi would laugh at them, and Donghae would remain oblivious, and Ryeowook would be annoyingly sympathetic, and Henry simply wouldn’t understand, and Han Geng really didn’t want to explain to him what was going on.
He failed miserably, because after one week and five days, everyone had guessed that there was something going on.
***
“Hyung?” Ryeowook looked at him oddly as Siwon did his running-out-of-the-room act again, and Han Geng gave a little yell and kicked the chair in front of him. The movement was oddly relaxing. “Hyung, are you alright?”
“Yes,” said Han Geng forcefully. Ryeowook blinked at him.
“Did you have an argument with Siwon?” Zhou Mi asked in Chinese, and Han Geng shook his head, before burying it in his arms on the table in front of him.
“No,” he said, voice slightly muffled. “It’s something else.”
“Is this about Heechul?” Donghae asked, and Han Geng’s head shot up to stare at him in complete shock. “He told me about it a couple of nights ago. He wants me to make sure you keep your promise.”
“Fuck you, Heechul,” said Han Geng bitterly in Chinese, and Zhou Mi raised an eyebrow at him.
“What’s hyung done?” Kyuhyun asked, looking at Han Geng curiously.
“Sex ban,” muttered Han Geng under his breath.
“What?” Han Geng couldn’t work out if Henry hadn’t heard him or hadn’t understood what he’d said - judging by the looks on everyone else’s face, it was the former.
“He said,” he said slowly, repeating it in both Chinese and Korean, “that we can’t have sex without him. And he’s checking up on us to make sure that we don’t.”
Zhou Mi was the first to start laughing, with Kyuhyun following him soon after, the two clutching at each other as the fits became too much. Donghae nodded solemnly, but even he seemed to have a twitch to the corner of his lips. Ryeowook gave him a hug, and didn’t seem to be laughing or smiling, just sympathetic. Henry cocked his head to the side and looked adorably confused about the whole thing.
The only good thing that Han Geng was able to get out of the incident was a sense of satisfaction that, at least, he seemed to know his band mates incredibly well.
***
And yet, after that, everything seemed to get better. Han Geng found that he could deal with it fairly well, without resorting to long, cold showers (Siwon spent an alarming amount of time in the bathroom), and there was something calming about the whole thing after a while. He found that he liked spending time with Siwon, just talking and playing, and not overly touching. He liked to pretend that this was what he would have had without the something extra, but he was aware that they already had this, and that something extra was annoyingly obvious in its lacking. Still, he was dealing with it. He was managing, he was calm, he was Zen.
After three weeks, they cracked.
***
“Hyung,” said a voice, and Han Geng opened his eyes.
His thoughts were not exactly coherent, it being sometime between late night and early morning but they were structured along the lines of oh, this is nice, very nice and warm, we should do this more - OH MY FUCKING GOD SIWON WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED.
Not exactly coherent, as has been said, but potent nevertheless.
“Siwon,” he said, calmly and quietly, his heart racing as he noticed that Siwon’s hand was far too close to his thigh for comfort. “Why are you in my bed?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” mumbled Siwon sleepily, his hand curling around Han Geng’s hip as he seemed to drift back off to sleep.
“And so you thought you’d get into bed with me,” said Han Geng. “Worst idea you’ve ever had, Siwon,” but he was soon asleep too. It was too comfortable for his weary body to handle.
Morning brought both of them back down to earth with a bump, as Han Geng opened his eyes to find that Siwon had buried his head in his neck at some point, breath hot and moist on his shoulder, as his arm lay slung over Han Geng’s waist, casually, in a way that made the muscles in Han Geng’s lower stomach clench uncomfortably.
“Siwon,” he said, and poked him in the side. “Siwon, wake up.”
Siwon woke up slowly, opening and closing his eyes lazily, his eyelashes brushing over the skin on Han Geng’s shoulder, his breath ghosting over his jaw line as Siwon lifted his head up slowly and stared at him in dismay.
“Worst idea you’ve ever had,” repeated Han Geng. Siwon blinked at him, and then he seemed to smirk somewhat, a horribly familiar look that never graced this face, usually a different one that was hundreds of miles away, and he left his hand trail lazily over Han Geng’s chest and lower still, as he lay his head back down, lips soft against the suddenly burning skin of Han Geng’s shoulder.
“No,” said Han Geng, struggling with the little piece of self control he had after three weeks of absolute nothing, the sudden body contact making him react quickly, so that when Siwon’s hand began to play with the waistband of his bottoms, his heart was already racing with the anticipation of what was yet to come, but with the little bit of blood that had remained in his head, he managed to work out the thought processes he needed to say, as firmly as he could with a breathless voice, “No, we promised.”
Siwon raised his head to look at him, eyes dark despite the steady stream of early morning sunlight that filtered through the light curtains of their hotel room. There was something like mania in his eyes, something that made Han Geng fall silent, before he gasped loudly as Siwon’s hand moved quickly under the fabric and began to torture him with long, slow strokes.
“I don’t care, gege,” said Siwon, and Han Geng decided that he really didn’t care either, and he reached up to wrap a hand around Siwon’s neck to pull him down and kiss him roughly, teeth and lip and released tension, and fuck, that felt good.
“We’re complete idiots,” decided Han Geng afterwards. “I can’t believe we went through that just because of Heechul.”
“Yeah,” agreed Siwon.
Both privately agreed that they wouldn’t tell Heechul.
***
It took four weeks for Heechul to find out.
***
“Yes?”
“Stay away from the Chinese boy.”
“What? Heechul, is that you?”
“Stay away from the Chinese boy.”
“Heechul, it’s two o’clock in the morning.”
“So what? It’s not my fault you’re lazy.”
“That’s not - what do you want?”
“I’ve already told you twice. Stay away from the Chinese boy.”
“Zhou Mi? What’s he got to do with anything?”
“He’s too friendly with you. Make him stop touching you.”
“You get jealous over the weirdest things.”
“Whatever. Just promise me.”
“I’m not promising that. That’s as stupid as promising that I wouldn’t have sex with Siwon.”
“Promise - what do you mean, stupid?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you have sex with Siwon?”
“What?”
“Have you had sex with Siwon?”
“Heechul, sorry, I don’t - what?”
“Don’t you dare pretend you don’t understand me, you Chinese bastard, you know perfectly well what the words “sex with Siwon” mean!”
“Be quiet, you’ll wake Siwon up.”
“Oh, so you’re in the same bed right now, is that it?”
“Heechul, I-”
“You are so dead. Both of you. Dead.”
“Don’t you think that you’re overreacting? I mean, it was pretty dumb to begin with.”
“Oh, I’ll be sure to tell you that next time you come to my room. I can’t believe you sometimes, you can be so self-”
“I’m hanging up now, bye!”
“-centered-”
Han Geng quickly pushed the button which would cut Heechul’s angry voice off, and stared at the phone as Siwon stirred beside him, his hand trailing up Han Geng’s side.
“Heechul says that he’s going to kill us,” Han Geng told him.
“Oh,” said Siwon, and blinked at him. “Oh, okay.”