Smokescreen
Smokescreen
Genre: Angst
Pairing: B-Bomb/U-Kwon
Warnings: MalexMale, Hinted sex and prostitution
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys... Not even a little bit...
Summary: Minhyuk wants too much, and Yukwon doesn't want enough.
A/N: This is what my mind comes up with at 2 in the morning... I'm high on Blocktober feels, so it was only a matter of time before my inner BBC came out.
Cross posted at my Tumblr here.
Smokescreen
Yukwon lets himself fall back onto the bed, breathing harsh against the sound of the steady rainfall outside. The mattress dips beside him, the other person radiating just enough heat to make him feel uncomfortable under the sheen of sticky sweat on his skin. It’s alright; he can’t afford to get too comfortable anyway.
He gives himself a couple minutes-a couple more minutes than he should-to let his breathing even out. He ignores the soreness in his muscles in favor of swinging his legs over the side of the bed and pulling his body up. An ache settles around his lower back, but Yukwon welcomes it. It’s a sign that his business is done here, a sign that he’ll find a nice check in his bank account tomorrow morning. Maybe he’ll catch a few hours of decent sleep before meeting his next client…
An arm slinks around his waist, pulling him backwards and jarring him from his thoughts. Irritation seeps into his veins, freezing his blood and making it run cold. This is the part of his job he hates the most: the constant reminder that no matter what he does, there will always be strings attached.
Yukwon hates strings. He’s been jerked around by them far too often to allow himself to be tied down again.
“Are you really going to do this right now?” Yukwon asks, annoyance leaking into his tone. The arm tightens around him, tugging insistently.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if you would just stay.”
“I don’t do mornings. I told you that.”
“A favor then.“
“I don’t do favors either.”
“But you willingly get into bed with strangers.”
Yukwon lolls his head backwards.
“I don’t have to sleep with you, Minhyuk. You’re the one who needs me, not the other way around,” Yukwon says, looking at him through half lidded eyes.
Minhyuk smirks. “Do you ever retract those claws?”
“I make an exception for you.” Yukwon turns away, but doesn’t move. He feels Minhyuk shuffle around behind him before he feels the other’s broad chest pressed against his back. Lips skim the shell of his ear.
“Just for tonight.”
“You’re a clingy bastard.” Yukwon rolls his eyes.
“You love me.” Minhyuk smirks against his temple. Yukwon snorts.
“Now you’re just delusional.”
Another arm snakes around his waist to join the first and cocoon him tighter.
“You won’t let me live in my delusions?” Minhyuk asks.
“Even I’m not that cruel.” Yukwon laughs. It sounds odd, like he’s not quite sane, but who knows? Yukwon doesn’t remember the last time he felt like he wasn’t struggling to hold himself together.
“Then be cruel.”
Yukwon shakes his head in exasperation. “You’re going to regret it.”
“Are you sure this is entirely about me?” Minhyuk whispers tauntingly.
“It’s always been about you, remember? That’s what I’m here for.”
“And you’re so completely robotic that you feel absolutely nothing.”
Yukwon sits a bit straighter and turns in Minhyuk’s grip to face him.
“I’ve learned to feel nothing. I don’t like messy things,” Yukwon says.
“Then if you feel nothing, staying shouldn’t be a problem.” Minhyuk tilts his lips in a mockery of a smile.
“I told you-“
“I know. But indulge me this once. Consider it… attending to a client. It should be nothing to the great Kim Yukwon.” Minhyuk angles his head towards the bed.
“You’re trying to bait me.” Yukwon lets a grin crawl onto his face at the notion.
Minhyuk brings his face close enough so their lips nearly brush. “Is it working?”
Yukwon pushes him down onto the mattress, crawling on top of him. Minhyuk’s hands automatically find his thighs, teasing a line along the sensitive inner skin. Their lips meet in a fierce kiss, fingertips exploring toned abs and tingles exploding where their bodies touch. Yukwon grinds down viciously, almost desperately, but not quite. He lets Mihyuk play with him, lets him travel the planes of his body and the angles in his hips to drag along the dip of his spine. When he finally feels fingers circling his entrance, a smirk touches his lips, and for a second Yukwon allows Minhyuk to think he’s won.
But it ends quickly, leaves Minhyuk bare, and Yukwon smiling. By the time Minhyuk realizes he’s been tricked, Yukwon is already halfway into his boxers and working on finding his pants. Minhyuk watches him dress, and Yukwon feels his eyes sliding up and down his body.
Yukwon doesn’t feel the least bit bad about his little prank because he knows, despite what Minhyuk says, that it excites him. Creeping around each other, trying to back the other against a wall… It’s all part of a scripted dance to which only they know the steps. Besides, Yukwon has no intention of letting Minhyuk beat him so easily. Minhyuk will call him again, that much Yukwon knows; Minhyuk wants badly to see Yukwon give in to him, break beneath his fingers, and admit that he wants him, needs him. But Yukwon doesn’t, and he’ll keep playing with Minhyuk because it’s fun, and because Minhyuk isn’t interested in things that come easy.
After all, that’s the thrill of the chase.
Genre: Angst
Pairing: B-Bomb/U-Kwon
Warnings: MalexMale, Hinted sex and prostitution
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys... Not even a little bit...
Summary: Minhyuk wants too much, and Yukwon doesn't want enough.
A/N: This is what my mind comes up with at 2 in the morning... I'm high on Blocktober feels, so it was only a matter of time before my inner BBC came out.
Cross posted at my Tumblr here.
Smokescreen
Yukwon lets himself fall back onto the bed, breathing harsh against the sound of the steady rainfall outside. The mattress dips beside him, the other person radiating just enough heat to make him feel uncomfortable under the sheen of sticky sweat on his skin. It’s alright; he can’t afford to get too comfortable anyway.
He gives himself a couple minutes-a couple more minutes than he should-to let his breathing even out. He ignores the soreness in his muscles in favor of swinging his legs over the side of the bed and pulling his body up. An ache settles around his lower back, but Yukwon welcomes it. It’s a sign that his business is done here, a sign that he’ll find a nice check in his bank account tomorrow morning. Maybe he’ll catch a few hours of decent sleep before meeting his next client…
An arm slinks around his waist, pulling him backwards and jarring him from his thoughts. Irritation seeps into his veins, freezing his blood and making it run cold. This is the part of his job he hates the most: the constant reminder that no matter what he does, there will always be strings attached.
Yukwon hates strings. He’s been jerked around by them far too often to allow himself to be tied down again.
“Are you really going to do this right now?” Yukwon asks, annoyance leaking into his tone. The arm tightens around him, tugging insistently.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if you would just stay.”
“I don’t do mornings. I told you that.”
“A favor then.“
“I don’t do favors either.”
“But you willingly get into bed with strangers.”
Yukwon lolls his head backwards.
“I don’t have to sleep with you, Minhyuk. You’re the one who needs me, not the other way around,” Yukwon says, looking at him through half lidded eyes.
Minhyuk smirks. “Do you ever retract those claws?”
“I make an exception for you.” Yukwon turns away, but doesn’t move. He feels Minhyuk shuffle around behind him before he feels the other’s broad chest pressed against his back. Lips skim the shell of his ear.
“Just for tonight.”
“You’re a clingy bastard.” Yukwon rolls his eyes.
“You love me.” Minhyuk smirks against his temple. Yukwon snorts.
“Now you’re just delusional.”
Another arm snakes around his waist to join the first and cocoon him tighter.
“You won’t let me live in my delusions?” Minhyuk asks.
“Even I’m not that cruel.” Yukwon laughs. It sounds odd, like he’s not quite sane, but who knows? Yukwon doesn’t remember the last time he felt like he wasn’t struggling to hold himself together.
“Then be cruel.”
Yukwon shakes his head in exasperation. “You’re going to regret it.”
“Are you sure this is entirely about me?” Minhyuk whispers tauntingly.
“It’s always been about you, remember? That’s what I’m here for.”
“And you’re so completely robotic that you feel absolutely nothing.”
Yukwon sits a bit straighter and turns in Minhyuk’s grip to face him.
“I’ve learned to feel nothing. I don’t like messy things,” Yukwon says.
“Then if you feel nothing, staying shouldn’t be a problem.” Minhyuk tilts his lips in a mockery of a smile.
“I told you-“
“I know. But indulge me this once. Consider it… attending to a client. It should be nothing to the great Kim Yukwon.” Minhyuk angles his head towards the bed.
“You’re trying to bait me.” Yukwon lets a grin crawl onto his face at the notion.
Minhyuk brings his face close enough so their lips nearly brush. “Is it working?”
Yukwon pushes him down onto the mattress, crawling on top of him. Minhyuk’s hands automatically find his thighs, teasing a line along the sensitive inner skin. Their lips meet in a fierce kiss, fingertips exploring toned abs and tingles exploding where their bodies touch. Yukwon grinds down viciously, almost desperately, but not quite. He lets Mihyuk play with him, lets him travel the planes of his body and the angles in his hips to drag along the dip of his spine. When he finally feels fingers circling his entrance, a smirk touches his lips, and for a second Yukwon allows Minhyuk to think he’s won.
But it ends quickly, leaves Minhyuk bare, and Yukwon smiling. By the time Minhyuk realizes he’s been tricked, Yukwon is already halfway into his boxers and working on finding his pants. Minhyuk watches him dress, and Yukwon feels his eyes sliding up and down his body.
Yukwon doesn’t feel the least bit bad about his little prank because he knows, despite what Minhyuk says, that it excites him. Creeping around each other, trying to back the other against a wall… It’s all part of a scripted dance to which only they know the steps. Besides, Yukwon has no intention of letting Minhyuk beat him so easily. Minhyuk will call him again, that much Yukwon knows; Minhyuk wants badly to see Yukwon give in to him, break beneath his fingers, and admit that he wants him, needs him. But Yukwon doesn’t, and he’ll keep playing with Minhyuk because it’s fun, and because Minhyuk isn’t interested in things that come easy.
After all, that’s the thrill of the chase.