Super Junior; Shihanchul; Voyeurism, Or Something Remarkably Like It
Title: Voyeurism, Or Something Remarkably Like It.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,184
Rating: R
Summary: Hankyung picked a hell of a day to try to study. After all, Heechul had 'plans'.
A/N: Inspiration is like buses. You stand in the middle of the road waiting for one, and the second you give up and go stand on the pavement, five smash into you all at once.
I need to write something with a plot. Like, really.
"You're too loud!" Hankyung yelled at the wall that separated his room from Heechul's. "And I can't believe you're having sex without me."
"I can!" Heechul yelled, and went back to licking Siwon on the neck.
"Sorry!" Siwon yelled, and his apology morphed into a moan as Heechul's hand slipped under the undone waistband of his jeans.
To be fair, he had blown off Heechul for the day (no pun intended), because he honestly needed to study, and although Heechul had whined about him ruining his 'plans', he severely doubted that a hand running up his leg and another undoing the buttons on his shirt could be called 'plans', no matter what language you spoke. And fair enough, he was being boring. And fair enough, he should have realised that something was up when Siwon appeared at the door, saying Heechul invited me over with an innocent smile, and Heechul dragged him off because 'Hankyung needs to study'. And fair enough, he'd told Heechul 'no', and that was something you just didn't do.
But to be fair, it wasn't fair.
"Could you at least be quiet?" Hankyung yelled.
"No!" Heechul yelled back. "You're the one who won't join in, put some headphones in."
But Hankyung knew that if Heechul was even suggesting such a thing, then he'd taken the headphones off Hankyung's MP3 player, and every set of headphones in the dorm, just so Hankyung couldn't block out the noise. Heechul might be overdramatic, and cared slightly too much about his hair, but he wasn't stupid, and he planned things to the last little point. This probably meant that the laptop was hidden too, just so Hankyung couldn’t play music on that, either. Heechul intended to be heard.
"Shut up!" He yelled.
"You shut up, spoilsport!" Heechul yelled back, and Siwon audibly gasped and Heechul made a noise between a giggle and a smug humph.
Hankyung bent over his text book with his hands pressed firmly over his ears, and murmured to himself, reading the list of verbs over and over again, out loud and inside his head, until they were all he could hear and nothing going on in the other room was making its way into his consciousness.
(Except he could hear Siwon moaning under his breath, and the slight noises that Heechul always made when Siwon brushed his fingertips across his jaw.)
He groaned, and kicked the leg of the desk, which succeeded in creating a bit of noise as everything that had been piled up fell off, but it also really hurt his foot. He hopped around the room for a minute. The distraction caused by picking everything up was also short, and marred by the loud bang from the other room, that could possibly have been the head board hitting the wall, but he was trying not to think about that.
(But he could almost see it, Siwon kissing the side of his neck as he ran his hands through Heechul's hair, who smirked at him, and said I've won.)
Hankyung threw a book across the room, and it hit the opposite wall with a loud thump. "Stop it," yelled Heechul. "We're trying to have sex here."
"You're the one who's always telling me to study Korean more!" Hankyung shouted desperately.
"You need to learn the meaning of 'timing'!" Heechul retorted.
"Oh shit-" said Siwon, before he was cut off.
(By Hankyung's lips, Siwon's hips grinding into his own, desperate for more, for friction, while Heechul's hands slipped his jeans off and fiddled with the elastic on his shorts.)
Hankyung calmly picked up the text book and walked over to the desk; set it down, opened it to the page he'd been on previously, and continued with his studying, all the while trying to think of things that would work in lieu of a cold shower. That television show he'd watched where they did the open heart surgery worked well enough, as did the memory of that boy eating a worm when they'd been in nursery. Even the memory of that time he'd walked in on Kangin and Eeteuk worked.
To come said his textbook, and Hankyung threw it across the room again and decided to try some writing.
(Because he could see Heechul, his eyes closed, mouth open, practically begging in his want, but never actually begging, his hands tangled in Hankyung's hair, and the noises that he managed to draw from that mouth were getting louder and needy, and Siwon was touching his hip.)
The writing was going fine, but that was only because the room next door had become suspiciously quiet, which was probably on purpose, and probably meant that Heechul had his hand over Siwon's mouth to keep him quiet. It was all part of his plan, he told himself. Heechul is trying to break you, because you told him 'no', and he needs to learn that you can't always get what you want. He's been given that far too much. Also, you need to establish some rules in this relationship, because otherwise you're going to end up at Heechul's beck and call, and while a large amount of sex was good, it probably wasn't healthy and probably explained a lot about Heechul and -
"Just so you know," called Heechul cheerfully, "the reason it's gone so quiet is because I've got my hand over Siwon's mouth. He'd be screaming otherwise."
Hankyung swallowed hard.
(Siwon biting down on his hand as he brought him to the brink, Heechul's hands sliding over his shoulders and Heechul's mouth kissing his back and his neck and round to his mouth, where Hankyung can grip his hips so hard that they bruise and mark him.)
"Open heart surgery," said Hankyung under his breath. "Open heart surgery." And he opened the window in the hope that cold air would work as well as cold water.
(Heechul's mouth on his stomach and travelling lower, Siwon's mouth on his collarbone and biting.)
My name is Hankyung, he wrote, and then rubbed it out.
(Siwon holding him by the waist and Heechul laughing.)
I am an idiot, he wrote, and then rubbed that out.
(Heechul's mouth pressed to his lips, stealing the noises he makes as Siwon's hand trails over his thigh.)
"Oh god," said Siwon, moaned, and then was silent, while Heechul laughed happily, and Hankyung's resolve snapped like the pencil he'd been holding, the top half of which flew out the open window and probably hit someone on the head.
"I hate you," said Hankyung as he walked into Heechul's room. Siwon lay on the bed with his eyes closed and he was breathing heavily, his jeans unzipped and shirt on the other side of the room. Hankyung stepped over it. Heechul turned to look at him with dark eyes and smiled softly. "I really, really hate you," he said, and pushed Heechul onto his back and pushed his hands under the waistband of Heechul's trousers (already undone, waiting for him to arrive).
"Mmm," murmured Heechul against his lips. "Blow me off and I might forgive you for blowing me off."
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,184
Rating: R
Summary: Hankyung picked a hell of a day to try to study. After all, Heechul had 'plans'.
A/N: Inspiration is like buses. You stand in the middle of the road waiting for one, and the second you give up and go stand on the pavement, five smash into you all at once.
I need to write something with a plot. Like, really.
"You're too loud!" Hankyung yelled at the wall that separated his room from Heechul's. "And I can't believe you're having sex without me."
"I can!" Heechul yelled, and went back to licking Siwon on the neck.
"Sorry!" Siwon yelled, and his apology morphed into a moan as Heechul's hand slipped under the undone waistband of his jeans.
To be fair, he had blown off Heechul for the day (no pun intended), because he honestly needed to study, and although Heechul had whined about him ruining his 'plans', he severely doubted that a hand running up his leg and another undoing the buttons on his shirt could be called 'plans', no matter what language you spoke. And fair enough, he was being boring. And fair enough, he should have realised that something was up when Siwon appeared at the door, saying Heechul invited me over with an innocent smile, and Heechul dragged him off because 'Hankyung needs to study'. And fair enough, he'd told Heechul 'no', and that was something you just didn't do.
But to be fair, it wasn't fair.
"Could you at least be quiet?" Hankyung yelled.
"No!" Heechul yelled back. "You're the one who won't join in, put some headphones in."
But Hankyung knew that if Heechul was even suggesting such a thing, then he'd taken the headphones off Hankyung's MP3 player, and every set of headphones in the dorm, just so Hankyung couldn't block out the noise. Heechul might be overdramatic, and cared slightly too much about his hair, but he wasn't stupid, and he planned things to the last little point. This probably meant that the laptop was hidden too, just so Hankyung couldn’t play music on that, either. Heechul intended to be heard.
"Shut up!" He yelled.
"You shut up, spoilsport!" Heechul yelled back, and Siwon audibly gasped and Heechul made a noise between a giggle and a smug humph.
Hankyung bent over his text book with his hands pressed firmly over his ears, and murmured to himself, reading the list of verbs over and over again, out loud and inside his head, until they were all he could hear and nothing going on in the other room was making its way into his consciousness.
(Except he could hear Siwon moaning under his breath, and the slight noises that Heechul always made when Siwon brushed his fingertips across his jaw.)
He groaned, and kicked the leg of the desk, which succeeded in creating a bit of noise as everything that had been piled up fell off, but it also really hurt his foot. He hopped around the room for a minute. The distraction caused by picking everything up was also short, and marred by the loud bang from the other room, that could possibly have been the head board hitting the wall, but he was trying not to think about that.
(But he could almost see it, Siwon kissing the side of his neck as he ran his hands through Heechul's hair, who smirked at him, and said I've won.)
Hankyung threw a book across the room, and it hit the opposite wall with a loud thump. "Stop it," yelled Heechul. "We're trying to have sex here."
"You're the one who's always telling me to study Korean more!" Hankyung shouted desperately.
"You need to learn the meaning of 'timing'!" Heechul retorted.
"Oh shit-" said Siwon, before he was cut off.
(By Hankyung's lips, Siwon's hips grinding into his own, desperate for more, for friction, while Heechul's hands slipped his jeans off and fiddled with the elastic on his shorts.)
Hankyung calmly picked up the text book and walked over to the desk; set it down, opened it to the page he'd been on previously, and continued with his studying, all the while trying to think of things that would work in lieu of a cold shower. That television show he'd watched where they did the open heart surgery worked well enough, as did the memory of that boy eating a worm when they'd been in nursery. Even the memory of that time he'd walked in on Kangin and Eeteuk worked.
To come said his textbook, and Hankyung threw it across the room again and decided to try some writing.
(Because he could see Heechul, his eyes closed, mouth open, practically begging in his want, but never actually begging, his hands tangled in Hankyung's hair, and the noises that he managed to draw from that mouth were getting louder and needy, and Siwon was touching his hip.)
The writing was going fine, but that was only because the room next door had become suspiciously quiet, which was probably on purpose, and probably meant that Heechul had his hand over Siwon's mouth to keep him quiet. It was all part of his plan, he told himself. Heechul is trying to break you, because you told him 'no', and he needs to learn that you can't always get what you want. He's been given that far too much. Also, you need to establish some rules in this relationship, because otherwise you're going to end up at Heechul's beck and call, and while a large amount of sex was good, it probably wasn't healthy and probably explained a lot about Heechul and -
"Just so you know," called Heechul cheerfully, "the reason it's gone so quiet is because I've got my hand over Siwon's mouth. He'd be screaming otherwise."
Hankyung swallowed hard.
(Siwon biting down on his hand as he brought him to the brink, Heechul's hands sliding over his shoulders and Heechul's mouth kissing his back and his neck and round to his mouth, where Hankyung can grip his hips so hard that they bruise and mark him.)
"Open heart surgery," said Hankyung under his breath. "Open heart surgery." And he opened the window in the hope that cold air would work as well as cold water.
(Heechul's mouth on his stomach and travelling lower, Siwon's mouth on his collarbone and biting.)
My name is Hankyung, he wrote, and then rubbed it out.
(Siwon holding him by the waist and Heechul laughing.)
I am an idiot, he wrote, and then rubbed that out.
(Heechul's mouth pressed to his lips, stealing the noises he makes as Siwon's hand trails over his thigh.)
"Oh god," said Siwon, moaned, and then was silent, while Heechul laughed happily, and Hankyung's resolve snapped like the pencil he'd been holding, the top half of which flew out the open window and probably hit someone on the head.
"I hate you," said Hankyung as he walked into Heechul's room. Siwon lay on the bed with his eyes closed and he was breathing heavily, his jeans unzipped and shirt on the other side of the room. Hankyung stepped over it. Heechul turned to look at him with dark eyes and smiled softly. "I really, really hate you," he said, and pushed Heechul onto his back and pushed his hands under the waistband of Heechul's trousers (already undone, waiting for him to arrive).
"Mmm," murmured Heechul against his lips. "Blow me off and I might forgive you for blowing me off."