[19] work it 'til you're totally blown | R | qmi
title: work it 'til you're totally blown
fandom: super junior m
pairing: everyone/kyuhyun, zhou mi/kyuhyun
rating: R
summary: kyuhyun is hottest thing around these days, badass in a way no one who knew him five years ago could have predicted.
notes: new experimental style in tribute to the new sjm.
kyuhyun is hottest thing around these days, badass in a way no one who knew him five years ago could have predicted. he's always been a phenomenal singer but now - boy's grown up. grown into those long, long legs and those smoldering dark eyes, that husky voice that can send shivers up and down spines. that mouth, clever and funny, cutting when careless and curled into a smirk.
boy is all grown up indeed, liquid hips moving to the beat as he conquers his body and makes it another weapon in his arsenal. sometimes siwon looks at him and can't remember the geeky, gawky boy he once knew, with feet too big for his body and an awkward air, like he didn't know how to fit into a this premade group. this kyuhyun carves his own space, makes the air bend around him until you can't look away. siwon gravitates towards him helplessly, hands all over him, holding him close and breathing him in and it's okay. siwon repeats this to himself when kyuhyun grins at him and something sharp tugs at siwon's insides. it's okay. nothing's different. just 'cause kyuhyun grew up doesn't mean things have changed.
*
ryeowook knows different. there's nothing about kyuhyun not to admire, everything ryeowook's privately wished he could be. he's grown up from the quiet unassuming thirteenth add-on with a decent voice to front-and-center rock star. the cool guy. he's all mindblowing voice and badass dancing, turning on his sexy stage presence with the blink of an eye and the curve of a dirty little smile, like he knows everything you're thinking you want to do to him. and tall. fuck. ryeowook's got this thing about height. he clenches and unclenches his fingers and lusts for kyuhyun, for who he is or what he has, ryeowook doesn't know. but it burns sometimes, sweet and hot under his skin, the desire.
*
henry. now henry, he's the one who thinks, if i did guys, because if he did, he would be on that in a hot new york second. blink of an eye and he'd fit his hips right there against kyuhyun's, fuck the height difference - he'd make it work somehow. he'd show the guy another way to move those hips, another rhythm to follow. his fingers would fit around kyuhyun's hipbones but they wouldn't cling, nothing more than a reminder touch to move this way, yeah, henry guiding. yeah. kyuhyun wanted to dance? henry'd show him how.
*
hyukjae doesn't think of guys that way, not even hypothetically, not consciously. but he wakes up sweaty from dreams he doesn't remember, itchy under his skin like his blood is rushing, whitewater rapids in his veins but hot and pulsing. he licks his lips and stares at the dark of the ceiling and can't quite look kyuhyun in the eye in the morning, uncomfortable with the way kyuhyun's hair falls tousled over his forehead, the pink of his lips as he eats slices of oranges and sucks the juice from his fingers. it's not right. to stare, he means. it's not right to touch either. give a boy his space. hyukjae is all about respecting personal space, that's all.
*
donghae doesn't give a fuck about personal space. donghae thinks the world could do with less of it. he's never needed an excuse to drape himself over kyuhyun, does it constantly, and no one bats an eye. and so if sometimes his fingers slip up under a shirt, skimming across bare skin - well. it's just donghae. whose mouth comes away heavy and wet from the underside of kyuhyun's jaw because he's just affectionate that way. it never means anything. so the thigh between his, riding up? that's just donghae moving around in his sleep, clutching at kyuhyun in the midst of some dream, harmless, meaningless, just donghae.
*
the only one who's gotten away with a kiss is sungmin, who drives himself crazy with remembering. because that was back with sweet kyuhyun, the one who hadn't yet hit his stride, with the powerful voice and the uncertainty of belonging. the one who needed a friend and a confidant, someone to reassure him he was wanted. and sungmin was nothing if not good at being that person, practically professionally. taking a hand, showing the ropes - it was natural to fall into each other. a kiss, sweet: kyuhyun's hand warm around the back of sungmin's neck, holding him close. and now sungmin stares too long and jerks his gaze away and jacks off fast and guilty in the shower, in his bed, in a public bathroom once, fuck, imagining what it'd be like now. now that kyuhyun's grown up and confident and sexual. he comes imagining being pinned down by that cocky son of a bitch - strong again, strong in a way they feared he never might be again - as kyuhyun taunts him and comes on his face.
*
kyuhyun's a bit of a bastard. always had an edge to him, but the awkwardness kept him quiet. now that the confidence has bloomed, now that he's come into himself like some kind of strange belated form of puberty, he's ready to blow this town out of the water. leave a wake of dazed and denied behind him, yeah. he's gonna work it and he's gonna enjoy it because he never expected to end up here, but it's pretty damn nice. the geeky little computer boy with poor skin whose muttered comments always earned him dirty looks rather than laughs - that little boy is reveling in this limelight. lapping up the attention. licking his lips, knowing exactly what it does, and laughing about it.
he figures he's earned this. and if you can't enjoy it, what's the point? he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth; gonna take it by the reins instead and have a wild ride.
it's all meant to be lighthearted, a kind of game, even if he's the only one who really knows the rules. so what? more fun for everyone and no one's complaining.
but kyuhyun gets blindsided from one direction, a sort of yank-the-ground-out-from-under-you kind of deal.
see, zhou mi. zhou mi is no exception to the rule. he's as susceptible to kyuhyun as the rest of them and that's no big deal. kyuhyun would probably be a little offended if he weren't. but the thing is - kyuhyun's not supposed to get caught up in the way zhou mi stares at him, heavy-lidded, and feel the stare burn a path up his body. he's not supposed to get distracted by the angles of zhou mi's profile when he turns to ask a question or feel heat flare in his belly when zhou mi leans close to whisper a translation in his ear. lips grazing his ear, careless, because zhou mi gets as close as he can, of course. just like the rest of them. he does his best to get away with what he can, as much of kyuhyun as he can, laughs and hugs and a hand on his knee, on his thigh. kyuhyun's the one indulging him. kyuhyun shouldn't be gritting his teeth against an image of sliding into zhou mi's lap, thighs pressed tight against each other, rocking their groins together. finger-fucking his mouth maybe. zhou mi staring at him, wanting, wanting. quiet for once with his tongue sliding hot between kyuhyun's fingers.
kyuhyun thinks it's not fucking fair. not the way zhou mi's skintight jeans mold to his mile-long legs, lean and skinny and an eternity long. fuck, thinks kyuhyun, mouth going dry. legs. long, long fingers. flawless skin. stupid blinding smile. but really: legs. and that voice. it keeps kyuhyun up at nights.
*
he plays nice in public, friendly and harmless. yeah, that's kyuhyun, you get what you see - except for when he gets on stage and turns on the sex. the sexual energy that gets everyone a little hot, that makes zhou mi swallow hard, with a bob of his adam's apple. and then it's kyuhyun who can't tear his eyes away, who forgets how to be "just friends" as they bump into each other, shoulder and hip glancing, standing side-by-side as siwon jokes with the audience and donghae charms the female mc into his hotel bed.
and then it's kyuhyun biting his lip hard and burying his face in the pillow as he wraps his fingers around himself at night and pretends it's zhou mi there, between his thighs, touching him. zhou mi's voice purring in his ear - korean, chinese, it doesn't matter. kyuhyun's hips jerk as he imagines zhou mi sliding down, spreading him wider, mouth hot and maddeningly close to kyuhyun's cock. and then sucking him in, eyes mischievous but dark with want, all that sunniness replaced with an intensity that makes kyuhyun breathless. focused on working kyuhyun with his hands and tongue until kyuhyun arches off the bed with a muffled cry.
he lies on the bed later, catching his breath, and listens to donghae in the room to the left and sungmin in the room to the right. fucking their own hands. thinking of kyuhyun and the sounds he's just made.
and he listens to zhou mi, breathing carefully stifled, too obviously quiet, as he shifts and squirms on the bed two feet away. in the dark, kyuhyun thinks he can see zhou mi's knees bent, heels digging into the mattress beneath the thin sheet.
kyuhyun doesn't know who zhou mi thinks he's fooling.
kyuhyun's the hottest thing around these days.
it's just a matter of time.
but for now. kyuhyun slides his hand out from underneath his pajama pants and wipes them, carelessly, on the sheets. his head stays turned towards the figure that is zhou mi in the next bed. watches, teeth digging into his lower lip as zhou mi brings himself off into a shivery, panting mess.
fandom: super junior m
pairing: everyone/kyuhyun, zhou mi/kyuhyun
rating: R
summary: kyuhyun is hottest thing around these days, badass in a way no one who knew him five years ago could have predicted.
notes: new experimental style in tribute to the new sjm.
kyuhyun is hottest thing around these days, badass in a way no one who knew him five years ago could have predicted. he's always been a phenomenal singer but now - boy's grown up. grown into those long, long legs and those smoldering dark eyes, that husky voice that can send shivers up and down spines. that mouth, clever and funny, cutting when careless and curled into a smirk.
boy is all grown up indeed, liquid hips moving to the beat as he conquers his body and makes it another weapon in his arsenal. sometimes siwon looks at him and can't remember the geeky, gawky boy he once knew, with feet too big for his body and an awkward air, like he didn't know how to fit into a this premade group. this kyuhyun carves his own space, makes the air bend around him until you can't look away. siwon gravitates towards him helplessly, hands all over him, holding him close and breathing him in and it's okay. siwon repeats this to himself when kyuhyun grins at him and something sharp tugs at siwon's insides. it's okay. nothing's different. just 'cause kyuhyun grew up doesn't mean things have changed.
*
ryeowook knows different. there's nothing about kyuhyun not to admire, everything ryeowook's privately wished he could be. he's grown up from the quiet unassuming thirteenth add-on with a decent voice to front-and-center rock star. the cool guy. he's all mindblowing voice and badass dancing, turning on his sexy stage presence with the blink of an eye and the curve of a dirty little smile, like he knows everything you're thinking you want to do to him. and tall. fuck. ryeowook's got this thing about height. he clenches and unclenches his fingers and lusts for kyuhyun, for who he is or what he has, ryeowook doesn't know. but it burns sometimes, sweet and hot under his skin, the desire.
*
henry. now henry, he's the one who thinks, if i did guys, because if he did, he would be on that in a hot new york second. blink of an eye and he'd fit his hips right there against kyuhyun's, fuck the height difference - he'd make it work somehow. he'd show the guy another way to move those hips, another rhythm to follow. his fingers would fit around kyuhyun's hipbones but they wouldn't cling, nothing more than a reminder touch to move this way, yeah, henry guiding. yeah. kyuhyun wanted to dance? henry'd show him how.
*
hyukjae doesn't think of guys that way, not even hypothetically, not consciously. but he wakes up sweaty from dreams he doesn't remember, itchy under his skin like his blood is rushing, whitewater rapids in his veins but hot and pulsing. he licks his lips and stares at the dark of the ceiling and can't quite look kyuhyun in the eye in the morning, uncomfortable with the way kyuhyun's hair falls tousled over his forehead, the pink of his lips as he eats slices of oranges and sucks the juice from his fingers. it's not right. to stare, he means. it's not right to touch either. give a boy his space. hyukjae is all about respecting personal space, that's all.
*
donghae doesn't give a fuck about personal space. donghae thinks the world could do with less of it. he's never needed an excuse to drape himself over kyuhyun, does it constantly, and no one bats an eye. and so if sometimes his fingers slip up under a shirt, skimming across bare skin - well. it's just donghae. whose mouth comes away heavy and wet from the underside of kyuhyun's jaw because he's just affectionate that way. it never means anything. so the thigh between his, riding up? that's just donghae moving around in his sleep, clutching at kyuhyun in the midst of some dream, harmless, meaningless, just donghae.
*
the only one who's gotten away with a kiss is sungmin, who drives himself crazy with remembering. because that was back with sweet kyuhyun, the one who hadn't yet hit his stride, with the powerful voice and the uncertainty of belonging. the one who needed a friend and a confidant, someone to reassure him he was wanted. and sungmin was nothing if not good at being that person, practically professionally. taking a hand, showing the ropes - it was natural to fall into each other. a kiss, sweet: kyuhyun's hand warm around the back of sungmin's neck, holding him close. and now sungmin stares too long and jerks his gaze away and jacks off fast and guilty in the shower, in his bed, in a public bathroom once, fuck, imagining what it'd be like now. now that kyuhyun's grown up and confident and sexual. he comes imagining being pinned down by that cocky son of a bitch - strong again, strong in a way they feared he never might be again - as kyuhyun taunts him and comes on his face.
*
kyuhyun's a bit of a bastard. always had an edge to him, but the awkwardness kept him quiet. now that the confidence has bloomed, now that he's come into himself like some kind of strange belated form of puberty, he's ready to blow this town out of the water. leave a wake of dazed and denied behind him, yeah. he's gonna work it and he's gonna enjoy it because he never expected to end up here, but it's pretty damn nice. the geeky little computer boy with poor skin whose muttered comments always earned him dirty looks rather than laughs - that little boy is reveling in this limelight. lapping up the attention. licking his lips, knowing exactly what it does, and laughing about it.
he figures he's earned this. and if you can't enjoy it, what's the point? he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth; gonna take it by the reins instead and have a wild ride.
it's all meant to be lighthearted, a kind of game, even if he's the only one who really knows the rules. so what? more fun for everyone and no one's complaining.
but kyuhyun gets blindsided from one direction, a sort of yank-the-ground-out-from-under-you kind of deal.
see, zhou mi. zhou mi is no exception to the rule. he's as susceptible to kyuhyun as the rest of them and that's no big deal. kyuhyun would probably be a little offended if he weren't. but the thing is - kyuhyun's not supposed to get caught up in the way zhou mi stares at him, heavy-lidded, and feel the stare burn a path up his body. he's not supposed to get distracted by the angles of zhou mi's profile when he turns to ask a question or feel heat flare in his belly when zhou mi leans close to whisper a translation in his ear. lips grazing his ear, careless, because zhou mi gets as close as he can, of course. just like the rest of them. he does his best to get away with what he can, as much of kyuhyun as he can, laughs and hugs and a hand on his knee, on his thigh. kyuhyun's the one indulging him. kyuhyun shouldn't be gritting his teeth against an image of sliding into zhou mi's lap, thighs pressed tight against each other, rocking their groins together. finger-fucking his mouth maybe. zhou mi staring at him, wanting, wanting. quiet for once with his tongue sliding hot between kyuhyun's fingers.
kyuhyun thinks it's not fucking fair. not the way zhou mi's skintight jeans mold to his mile-long legs, lean and skinny and an eternity long. fuck, thinks kyuhyun, mouth going dry. legs. long, long fingers. flawless skin. stupid blinding smile. but really: legs. and that voice. it keeps kyuhyun up at nights.
*
he plays nice in public, friendly and harmless. yeah, that's kyuhyun, you get what you see - except for when he gets on stage and turns on the sex. the sexual energy that gets everyone a little hot, that makes zhou mi swallow hard, with a bob of his adam's apple. and then it's kyuhyun who can't tear his eyes away, who forgets how to be "just friends" as they bump into each other, shoulder and hip glancing, standing side-by-side as siwon jokes with the audience and donghae charms the female mc into his hotel bed.
and then it's kyuhyun biting his lip hard and burying his face in the pillow as he wraps his fingers around himself at night and pretends it's zhou mi there, between his thighs, touching him. zhou mi's voice purring in his ear - korean, chinese, it doesn't matter. kyuhyun's hips jerk as he imagines zhou mi sliding down, spreading him wider, mouth hot and maddeningly close to kyuhyun's cock. and then sucking him in, eyes mischievous but dark with want, all that sunniness replaced with an intensity that makes kyuhyun breathless. focused on working kyuhyun with his hands and tongue until kyuhyun arches off the bed with a muffled cry.
he lies on the bed later, catching his breath, and listens to donghae in the room to the left and sungmin in the room to the right. fucking their own hands. thinking of kyuhyun and the sounds he's just made.
and he listens to zhou mi, breathing carefully stifled, too obviously quiet, as he shifts and squirms on the bed two feet away. in the dark, kyuhyun thinks he can see zhou mi's knees bent, heels digging into the mattress beneath the thin sheet.
kyuhyun doesn't know who zhou mi thinks he's fooling.
kyuhyun's the hottest thing around these days.
it's just a matter of time.
but for now. kyuhyun slides his hand out from underneath his pajama pants and wipes them, carelessly, on the sheets. his head stays turned towards the figure that is zhou mi in the next bed. watches, teeth digging into his lower lip as zhou mi brings himself off into a shivery, panting mess.