Practice Makes Perfect
2PM fic, because Tori is a wonderful, adorable fic!whore, and because this gif deserves a back story.
Practice Makes Perfect
Pairing: Taekyeon/Chansung
"Harder," Chansung rebukes, brows furrowed in consternation.
Taekyeon barely succeeds in holding in his groan of frustration-they've been at this for fifteen minutes already. "Listen, I just don't think I can do this, alright? I told you, we don't do gay shit like this in the US, and-"
"It's only gay because you're making it fucking gay!" Chansung snaps, unjutting his ass, turning and leaning back against the wall he had been bracing himself against. "Just smack my fucking ass already and stop making it this thing."
"Are you listening to what you're saying?" Taekyeon says, and flails a bit, because really, is he listening to what he's saying? "How is one guy smacking another guy's ass not gay? I mean, really, how?"
Chansung mumbles something sullenly, something that better not have been what Taekyeon thinks it was.
"You wanna say that again, dongsaeng?"
"I said," Chansung growls, eyes flashing, "I guess it is gay when you're one of the guys, hyung."
After a second of careful consideration, Taekyeon decides he is going to beat the shit out of Chansung, because dongsaeng aren't supposed to talk to their hyungs like that, particularly not with that glare, and particularly not when they're this fucking tall. "What, you're calling me gay, now?" he says, stepping into Chansung's personal space.
Chansung stands his ground, and the two are facing off, chest to chest. "Well, if you can't get over your bullshit and just do this right, then yeah, maybe I am!"
Taekyeon shoves him. "I am going to kick your fucking ass."
Chansung shoves him back. "What makes you think you can kick my ass when you can't even slap it?"
"You little bitch!" Taekyeon roars, and slams Chansung into the wall, rears back and delivers a slap to his ass that echoes throughout the practice room.
Chansung looks over his shoulder at him and practically spits, "Pussy."
Taekyeon growls and brings his hand down even harder.
"Is that all you've fucking got?"
Taekyeon delivers a blow hard enough to make his own palm burn with pain.
"Harder!"
More this time.
"Harder!"
The room is filled with the sound of vicious slaps and yelling voices, and before Taekyeon knows it his face is inches away from Chansung's, pressed up against the wall, and he's yelling, "You fucking like that?" and Chansung is yelling back, "Fuck yeah, I like that!" and he's...he's rubbing Chansung's left ass cheek. It feels round and firm under his hand, and he-oh shit.
He freezes.
The two stay motionless for a moment, both breathing heavily and looking at each other awkwardly (there's really nowhere else to look with their faces this close together). Then Chansung smiles a little.
"I, uh, guess this is a little gay," he says, and Taekyeon has to give him credit for sounding slightly guilty.
"I told you," he says, trying his best to sound dignified and vindicated. His efforts are slightly undermined by the fact that his traitorous hand chooses this time to begin rubbing Chansung's ass again.
Chansung looks behind him at Taekyeon's hand, looks back again, and raises his eyebrows. "Harder?"
Taekyeon stares at him. Then he grins and begins slowly drawing back his hand.
Practice Makes Perfect
Pairing: Taekyeon/Chansung
"Harder," Chansung rebukes, brows furrowed in consternation.
Taekyeon barely succeeds in holding in his groan of frustration-they've been at this for fifteen minutes already. "Listen, I just don't think I can do this, alright? I told you, we don't do gay shit like this in the US, and-"
"It's only gay because you're making it fucking gay!" Chansung snaps, unjutting his ass, turning and leaning back against the wall he had been bracing himself against. "Just smack my fucking ass already and stop making it this thing."
"Are you listening to what you're saying?" Taekyeon says, and flails a bit, because really, is he listening to what he's saying? "How is one guy smacking another guy's ass not gay? I mean, really, how?"
Chansung mumbles something sullenly, something that better not have been what Taekyeon thinks it was.
"You wanna say that again, dongsaeng?"
"I said," Chansung growls, eyes flashing, "I guess it is gay when you're one of the guys, hyung."
After a second of careful consideration, Taekyeon decides he is going to beat the shit out of Chansung, because dongsaeng aren't supposed to talk to their hyungs like that, particularly not with that glare, and particularly not when they're this fucking tall. "What, you're calling me gay, now?" he says, stepping into Chansung's personal space.
Chansung stands his ground, and the two are facing off, chest to chest. "Well, if you can't get over your bullshit and just do this right, then yeah, maybe I am!"
Taekyeon shoves him. "I am going to kick your fucking ass."
Chansung shoves him back. "What makes you think you can kick my ass when you can't even slap it?"
"You little bitch!" Taekyeon roars, and slams Chansung into the wall, rears back and delivers a slap to his ass that echoes throughout the practice room.
Chansung looks over his shoulder at him and practically spits, "Pussy."
Taekyeon growls and brings his hand down even harder.
"Is that all you've fucking got?"
Taekyeon delivers a blow hard enough to make his own palm burn with pain.
"Harder!"
More this time.
"Harder!"
The room is filled with the sound of vicious slaps and yelling voices, and before Taekyeon knows it his face is inches away from Chansung's, pressed up against the wall, and he's yelling, "You fucking like that?" and Chansung is yelling back, "Fuck yeah, I like that!" and he's...he's rubbing Chansung's left ass cheek. It feels round and firm under his hand, and he-oh shit.
He freezes.
The two stay motionless for a moment, both breathing heavily and looking at each other awkwardly (there's really nowhere else to look with their faces this close together). Then Chansung smiles a little.
"I, uh, guess this is a little gay," he says, and Taekyeon has to give him credit for sounding slightly guilty.
"I told you," he says, trying his best to sound dignified and vindicated. His efforts are slightly undermined by the fact that his traitorous hand chooses this time to begin rubbing Chansung's ass again.
Chansung looks behind him at Taekyeon's hand, looks back again, and raises his eyebrows. "Harder?"
Taekyeon stares at him. Then he grins and begins slowly drawing back his hand.