MinHo
Title: It's Just Desire
Author: Gimmick gimmick_
Rating: R
Pairing: MinHo [o_O imagine that...]
Genre: Drama
Summary: YunHo wants something he knows he can't have but he's just a masochist that way.
Comments: My first MinHo. Inspired by an rp plot and the song "I Like the Way" by Darren Hayes in which the italicized lyrics below came from.
This physicality
Shifting me chemically
Such power over me
It's just desire
I know it's treachery (shifting me chemically)
I know it's just skin deep (such power over me)
I know I should resist
I'm just too tired
Too tired
Heat rising ten, fifteen, maybe even twenty degrees from the original temperature made it easier from the perspiration slicked flesh to glide easily, smoothly against the flesh below it. The only real sound in the room that was lit dimly by a street lamp just outside the window were the heavy pants of labored breathing and the soft whimpering moans from the youth pressed heavily against the mattress. A tangle of legs and arms shifted as the two bodies atop the mattress seemingly melded together, making them one as opposed to two. Though like so many nights before…this was only temporary.
The moans and mewls crescendo as the two bodies tense simultaneously and a small grunt of pain escapes the older of the two boys as sharp, perfect nails bite mercilessly into the flesh of his shoulder blades. He’d once been told that his lover found them to be irresistibly sexy and how he loved to run his hands over the broad bones of the very same spot he’d just clawed so maliciously. There was a hitching of breath and, another deep thrust, before the body below him arched beautifully and a warm liquid spilled over his stomach, and domino affected his own release of tension deep inside his lover.
When it was all over, he rolled onto his side, sitting up on the edge of the bed and wrapping the sheet around his waist. Reaching for the cigarettes on the night stand he lit one and took a generous drag from the filter. His eyes rested on the window where that sliver of light filtered through and pooled on the floor only inches from the bed. It seemed almost symbolic the way it was constantly steady, much like the thoughts and emotions that churned in his stomach.
“Do you still love him?” He asked softly.
“You know I do, YunHo.” The younger boy answered. “You ask me every time and still I give you the same answer.”
He knew this was true. He knew that it was true three months ago when his lover had snuck into his room that first night, purring and pressing against him like a cat in heat. He’d given in, defeated by the mass of beauty in front of him and his own foolish beliefs that something stronger would grow from the animalistic pleasure.
“Why do you still come to me then?” He asked with a heavy sigh.
He felt the bed move beneath him with the shifting weight of his lover but he didn’t turn to look at him as the youth sat next to him.
“Didn’t I explain this to you? I love JunSu…but he lacks…something. The one thing I can’t find in him I find in you.” The younger boy answered almost nonchalantly.
A snort from the smoking boy and he sneered faintly. “You mean he doesn’t sexually gratify you and yet you still claim that you love him more then life. Doesn’t make a lot of fucking sense to me, Min.”
The weight next to him slipped off the bed and his eyes snapped up to see the naked form in front of him. The beautiful curve of his waist, the long legs, tanned skin. It overwhelmed him and for a moment he had to wonder if he was no worse then the boy that wound him so tightly. Wasn’t it just attraction, just the desire of two young men that strived to satisfy the inner demon within them? He wasn’t sure anymore.
Putting out the cigarette in an ashtray on the night stand, he stood, the sheet around his waist and took hold of his lover’s chin in an almost harsh motion. His eyes penetrated the dark orbs that widened as he held tightly to the chin.
“No more games. I can’t take your shit anymore. Are you a friend or are you a lover. Pick one.” He growled.
A small smirk crossed the younger boy’s face and he yanked his chin away from the hand that held him.
“Are you giving me an ultimatum?”
“You’re damn straight, Min.”
Another grin and the younger boy bent to gather his clothes, throwing them on carelessly. “I’m going to shower and then sleep. I’m sure you’ll look forward to the next time.”
With that he sauntered out of the room, leaving the older boy in a state of numbness that he hadn’t truly felt before. He knew that his lover would never completely be his and yet he acted the charade, played the game because deep down in his heart he knew that he loved him. That it wasn’t just a fabrication that his overactive imagination had created.
Author: Gimmick gimmick_
Rating: R
Pairing: MinHo [o_O imagine that...]
Genre: Drama
Summary: YunHo wants something he knows he can't have but he's just a masochist that way.
Comments: My first MinHo. Inspired by an rp plot and the song "I Like the Way" by Darren Hayes in which the italicized lyrics below came from.
This physicality
Shifting me chemically
Such power over me
It's just desire
I know it's treachery (shifting me chemically)
I know it's just skin deep (such power over me)
I know I should resist
I'm just too tired
Too tired
Heat rising ten, fifteen, maybe even twenty degrees from the original temperature made it easier from the perspiration slicked flesh to glide easily, smoothly against the flesh below it. The only real sound in the room that was lit dimly by a street lamp just outside the window were the heavy pants of labored breathing and the soft whimpering moans from the youth pressed heavily against the mattress. A tangle of legs and arms shifted as the two bodies atop the mattress seemingly melded together, making them one as opposed to two. Though like so many nights before…this was only temporary.
The moans and mewls crescendo as the two bodies tense simultaneously and a small grunt of pain escapes the older of the two boys as sharp, perfect nails bite mercilessly into the flesh of his shoulder blades. He’d once been told that his lover found them to be irresistibly sexy and how he loved to run his hands over the broad bones of the very same spot he’d just clawed so maliciously. There was a hitching of breath and, another deep thrust, before the body below him arched beautifully and a warm liquid spilled over his stomach, and domino affected his own release of tension deep inside his lover.
When it was all over, he rolled onto his side, sitting up on the edge of the bed and wrapping the sheet around his waist. Reaching for the cigarettes on the night stand he lit one and took a generous drag from the filter. His eyes rested on the window where that sliver of light filtered through and pooled on the floor only inches from the bed. It seemed almost symbolic the way it was constantly steady, much like the thoughts and emotions that churned in his stomach.
“Do you still love him?” He asked softly.
“You know I do, YunHo.” The younger boy answered. “You ask me every time and still I give you the same answer.”
He knew this was true. He knew that it was true three months ago when his lover had snuck into his room that first night, purring and pressing against him like a cat in heat. He’d given in, defeated by the mass of beauty in front of him and his own foolish beliefs that something stronger would grow from the animalistic pleasure.
“Why do you still come to me then?” He asked with a heavy sigh.
He felt the bed move beneath him with the shifting weight of his lover but he didn’t turn to look at him as the youth sat next to him.
“Didn’t I explain this to you? I love JunSu…but he lacks…something. The one thing I can’t find in him I find in you.” The younger boy answered almost nonchalantly.
A snort from the smoking boy and he sneered faintly. “You mean he doesn’t sexually gratify you and yet you still claim that you love him more then life. Doesn’t make a lot of fucking sense to me, Min.”
The weight next to him slipped off the bed and his eyes snapped up to see the naked form in front of him. The beautiful curve of his waist, the long legs, tanned skin. It overwhelmed him and for a moment he had to wonder if he was no worse then the boy that wound him so tightly. Wasn’t it just attraction, just the desire of two young men that strived to satisfy the inner demon within them? He wasn’t sure anymore.
Putting out the cigarette in an ashtray on the night stand, he stood, the sheet around his waist and took hold of his lover’s chin in an almost harsh motion. His eyes penetrated the dark orbs that widened as he held tightly to the chin.
“No more games. I can’t take your shit anymore. Are you a friend or are you a lover. Pick one.” He growled.
A small smirk crossed the younger boy’s face and he yanked his chin away from the hand that held him.
“Are you giving me an ultimatum?”
“You’re damn straight, Min.”
Another grin and the younger boy bent to gather his clothes, throwing them on carelessly. “I’m going to shower and then sleep. I’m sure you’ll look forward to the next time.”
With that he sauntered out of the room, leaving the older boy in a state of numbness that he hadn’t truly felt before. He knew that his lover would never completely be his and yet he acted the charade, played the game because deep down in his heart he knew that he loved him. That it wasn’t just a fabrication that his overactive imagination had created.