Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; 5 times Hanchul had cliche sex}
Title: 5 times Hanchul had cliche sex
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,516
Rating: R
Summary: 5 times Hanchul had sex in places that made Jeny scream "BACTERIA."
A/N: This was originally civilized_era's birthday fic but I was away when it was her birthday and this is now more than a month late, so this is basically just a fic for Jeny that I finished earlier tonight. I actually...really like some of the scenes in this. WHICH IS ODD. idk if that final gif actually took place at Inkigayo, I just think Inkigayo is fun to say.
5 times Hanchul had sex in places that made Jeny scream "BACTERIA."
1. swimming pool
Skinny dipping had certainly seemed like a good idea in the hotel bar when he was completely smashed off his face drunk and thought he was enough of a ninja to fool any of the security that may have been lurking about ("You're not a ninja," scoffed Heechul, and Hankyung had replied, "I know ballet," as if that was a requirement for a ninja). It turned out that at 2AM, the water in the hotel swimming pool was officially fucking freezing.
"Shit," said Heechul through chattering teeth. "This is fucking freezing."
Hankyung was very much not drunk right now. Jumping naked into water at minus three hundred degrees would do that to a person. Desperately, he surged forward for the shallow end and the stairs out, where he would have a much needed reunion with his clothes. Heechul caught up with him at the point where their feet met the floor and hung onto his arm.
"Heechul," whined Hankyung, shivering. "It's too cold in here. I want to go to bed."
"If it's too cold," said Heechul, and oh, Hankyung knew that look. "We'll just have to warm up."
Chlorine kisses were not the sort of thing that anyone would be writing verse about anytime soon, but the noise Heechul made when Hankyung pressed him into the corner of the tiles more than warmed him up.
("Ew," he said the next morning when Donghae jumped into the pool.
"They have filters for a reason," said Heechul calmly, sipping at his iced coffee.
"What," said Eeteuk flatly.)
2. the beach
Heechul had slipped on the rocks because he was being an idiot and jumping around on slippy surfaces and had possibly cut his foot. Hankyung had been forced to carry him on his back over said rocks back to the beach, where the sun was just beginning to set and Heechul was still going on about being a cripple and how this was worse than when he had broken his leg.
"Just put me down here," Heechul moaned into his ear. "I'm going to die of infection anyway, so you might as well just leave me to the elements."
Hankyung, true to instruction, dropped Heechul straight down onto the sand. His ass had barely hit the ground before he was shrieking indignantly. Hankyung silenced him by dropping down next to him and kissing him so hard that when he pulled away, Heechul was laying on his back on the sand, too breathless to even think about complaining about the way Hankyung had just dropped him flat on his backside.
"Let's head back," said Hankyung, as the sun slipped down over the horizon. "You need to get your foot looked at."
"It can wait," said Heechul, and he put his hand on the back of Hankyung's thigh, fingertips just against the seam of his swim shorts. Hankyung looked down and then at Heechul's smile.
"Yeah," he agreed, as he covered Heechul's body with his own again. "It can wait."
("I declare this beach to be Hanchul beach," announced Heechul the next morning, holding a towel over his head like a flag.
"The sand shall forever hold the memories," said Hankyung solemnly.
"What?" asked Eeteuk.)
3. the shower
It was only force of habit that made him pull the shower curtain a little more firmly across the shower when the door to the bathroom opened. Then he let it fall back as Heechul's voice said, "Why are you in Eeteuk's shower?"
"Mine fell off the wall this morning," said Hankyung over the spray of water hitting the bathtub. "I needed to use something."
"You could have used mine," said Heechul, voice a little closer now.
"And risked eternal damnation?" Using Heechul's shower without actually getting permission from Heechul -- and he hadn't been able to, because Heechul had been out doing fuck only knew what -- would have landed him in hot water. He'd have been sleeping on the sofa, metaphorically speaking, since they had their own separate beds. "Thanks, but no thanks."
He reached out to pick up his shampoo and met Heechul's hand instead. He pulled back, picked up the bottle and stepped aside as Heechul got in with him, hand coming up to rest at the spot where Hankyung's neck met his shoulder.
"This is Eeteuk's shower," he said neutrally, as Heechul slid his knee between his thighs.
"Well, if he'd just let us share a room in the first place, we wouldn't have to resort to such methods," said Heechul, and licked at a water drop on Hankyung's shoulder.
"Ah, revenge sex," said Hankyung, turning Heechul around and hitching him up. Heechul wrapped his legs around his waist, arms draped lazily across his shoulders, lips quirked upwards, eyes closed. Hankyung kissed his eyelids.
("I think we used too much hot water," said Hankyung blandly, coming out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through Heechul's hair.
"Eeteuk had a shower this morning," said Heechul.
"What," said Eeteuk, "were you both doing in my bathroom?")
4. an airplane
Management separated them on the plane, mainly because if they sat Donghae next to Heechul, there' would be some semblance of sanity; Donghae's boisterous chatter usually calmed down by Heechul patting him once on the head and saying, "Hmm," in reply to everything. Hankyung was sat next to Ryeowook, who, immediately after the seat belt signs went off, went scrambling a couple of seats back to talk to Henry.
Eventually Heechul managed to get Donghae engrossed in the in-flight movie, some children's thing that no one else would even want to watch, never mind laugh along like Donghae. He unbuckled and got up to go to the bathroom. He lay his hand on Hankyung's shoulder for a second as he went past.
Hankyung knocked on the door and after there was no reply, went in. To any of the flight attendants, it no doubt looked like he'd just entered an empty room. Heechul was waiting for him, practically falling into the sink.
"You kept me waiting long enough," he complained, as Hankyung came to stand between his legs.
"I didn't want to raise suspicion," said Hankyung, and moved Heechul's collar to kiss his throat, lightly. "You know you can get arrested for this?"
"Too pretty for prison," decided Heechul, hooking one leg around his waist. "Lock the door."
Hankyung did so. This had to be quick, because people would begin to question what was going on. That was why he unhooked Heechul's legs and knelt down. "Five minutes at the least," said Heechul.
"Nah," said Hankyung. "Three minutes at most."
"Two hundred won," said Heechul, head tipping back with what sounded like a painful crack off the mirror.
("You owe me two hundred won," said Hankyung quietly, walking down the aisle down to Heechul's seat half an hour later.
"No one likes a smug winner," said Heechul, staring out of the window and not at him.
"What," said Eeteuk, "have you been doing?")
5. a toilet cubicle
There were a lot of places backstage at Inkigayo that they could be doing this in. For example, a broom cupboard. There were lots of broom cupboards backstage at Inkigayo, possibly because there were a lot of people who wanted to do exactly what they were doing. The thing was, Heechul didn't like following the crowd, so Hankyung wasn't getting a quickfire blowjob in a broom cupboard backstage at Inkigayo, Hankyung was getting a quickfire blowjob in a toilet cubicle backstage at Inkigayo.
"Holy Jesus fucking Christ," he hissed through gritted teeth, and gripped the sides of the toilet to stop himself from twisting his hands into Heechul's hair. He could feel Heechul's smugness radiating off him, and Hankyung desperately thought unsexy thoughts -- his parents having sex, Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi making out, Kangin's hairy belly-button -- because he needed to last longer than three fucking minutes or else he would never be able to claim superiority over Heechul.
Except then Heechul hummed in the back of his throat, and Hankyung tipped his head back and spat out curse after curse in Chinese, finally letting his fingers run through Heechul's hair and hold him down, fingers pressed to the base of his neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hissed, because Heechul was so damn good at this and so damn beautiful on his knees with his head between Hankyung's thighs, and; "fuck fuck fuckingfuck--"
"That was more than three minutes," he managed to say, as Heechul sucked a bruise into being on his thigh, like his own special calling card. He put his hand down to try to move him away, and Heechul let his tongue curl around his fingers. Hankyung choked on his own tongue and moved them away quickly.
"We've got ten minutes until we have to be on stage," said Heechul, standing back up and slipping on his lap, legs either side of his waist. "I think you're going to need to hurry up."
(" Poke poke poke poke," said Hankyung, as he poked Heechul in the side with his microphone.
"You did earlier," said Heechul, and leant over him to tell Eeteuk something.
"WHAT," said Eeteuk, before he could say anything else.)
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,516
Rating: R
Summary: 5 times Hanchul had sex in places that made Jeny scream "BACTERIA."
A/N: This was originally civilized_era's birthday fic but I was away when it was her birthday and this is now more than a month late, so this is basically just a fic for Jeny that I finished earlier tonight. I actually...really like some of the scenes in this. WHICH IS ODD. idk if that final gif actually took place at Inkigayo, I just think Inkigayo is fun to say.
5 times Hanchul had sex in places that made Jeny scream "BACTERIA."
1. swimming pool
Skinny dipping had certainly seemed like a good idea in the hotel bar when he was completely smashed off his face drunk and thought he was enough of a ninja to fool any of the security that may have been lurking about ("You're not a ninja," scoffed Heechul, and Hankyung had replied, "I know ballet," as if that was a requirement for a ninja). It turned out that at 2AM, the water in the hotel swimming pool was officially fucking freezing.
"Shit," said Heechul through chattering teeth. "This is fucking freezing."
Hankyung was very much not drunk right now. Jumping naked into water at minus three hundred degrees would do that to a person. Desperately, he surged forward for the shallow end and the stairs out, where he would have a much needed reunion with his clothes. Heechul caught up with him at the point where their feet met the floor and hung onto his arm.
"Heechul," whined Hankyung, shivering. "It's too cold in here. I want to go to bed."
"If it's too cold," said Heechul, and oh, Hankyung knew that look. "We'll just have to warm up."
Chlorine kisses were not the sort of thing that anyone would be writing verse about anytime soon, but the noise Heechul made when Hankyung pressed him into the corner of the tiles more than warmed him up.
("Ew," he said the next morning when Donghae jumped into the pool.
"They have filters for a reason," said Heechul calmly, sipping at his iced coffee.
"What," said Eeteuk flatly.)
2. the beach
Heechul had slipped on the rocks because he was being an idiot and jumping around on slippy surfaces and had possibly cut his foot. Hankyung had been forced to carry him on his back over said rocks back to the beach, where the sun was just beginning to set and Heechul was still going on about being a cripple and how this was worse than when he had broken his leg.
"Just put me down here," Heechul moaned into his ear. "I'm going to die of infection anyway, so you might as well just leave me to the elements."
Hankyung, true to instruction, dropped Heechul straight down onto the sand. His ass had barely hit the ground before he was shrieking indignantly. Hankyung silenced him by dropping down next to him and kissing him so hard that when he pulled away, Heechul was laying on his back on the sand, too breathless to even think about complaining about the way Hankyung had just dropped him flat on his backside.
"Let's head back," said Hankyung, as the sun slipped down over the horizon. "You need to get your foot looked at."
"It can wait," said Heechul, and he put his hand on the back of Hankyung's thigh, fingertips just against the seam of his swim shorts. Hankyung looked down and then at Heechul's smile.
"Yeah," he agreed, as he covered Heechul's body with his own again. "It can wait."
("I declare this beach to be Hanchul beach," announced Heechul the next morning, holding a towel over his head like a flag.
"The sand shall forever hold the memories," said Hankyung solemnly.
"What?" asked Eeteuk.)
3. the shower
It was only force of habit that made him pull the shower curtain a little more firmly across the shower when the door to the bathroom opened. Then he let it fall back as Heechul's voice said, "Why are you in Eeteuk's shower?"
"Mine fell off the wall this morning," said Hankyung over the spray of water hitting the bathtub. "I needed to use something."
"You could have used mine," said Heechul, voice a little closer now.
"And risked eternal damnation?" Using Heechul's shower without actually getting permission from Heechul -- and he hadn't been able to, because Heechul had been out doing fuck only knew what -- would have landed him in hot water. He'd have been sleeping on the sofa, metaphorically speaking, since they had their own separate beds. "Thanks, but no thanks."
He reached out to pick up his shampoo and met Heechul's hand instead. He pulled back, picked up the bottle and stepped aside as Heechul got in with him, hand coming up to rest at the spot where Hankyung's neck met his shoulder.
"This is Eeteuk's shower," he said neutrally, as Heechul slid his knee between his thighs.
"Well, if he'd just let us share a room in the first place, we wouldn't have to resort to such methods," said Heechul, and licked at a water drop on Hankyung's shoulder.
"Ah, revenge sex," said Hankyung, turning Heechul around and hitching him up. Heechul wrapped his legs around his waist, arms draped lazily across his shoulders, lips quirked upwards, eyes closed. Hankyung kissed his eyelids.
("I think we used too much hot water," said Hankyung blandly, coming out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through Heechul's hair.
"Eeteuk had a shower this morning," said Heechul.
"What," said Eeteuk, "were you both doing in my bathroom?")
4. an airplane
Management separated them on the plane, mainly because if they sat Donghae next to Heechul, there' would be some semblance of sanity; Donghae's boisterous chatter usually calmed down by Heechul patting him once on the head and saying, "Hmm," in reply to everything. Hankyung was sat next to Ryeowook, who, immediately after the seat belt signs went off, went scrambling a couple of seats back to talk to Henry.
Eventually Heechul managed to get Donghae engrossed in the in-flight movie, some children's thing that no one else would even want to watch, never mind laugh along like Donghae. He unbuckled and got up to go to the bathroom. He lay his hand on Hankyung's shoulder for a second as he went past.
Hankyung knocked on the door and after there was no reply, went in. To any of the flight attendants, it no doubt looked like he'd just entered an empty room. Heechul was waiting for him, practically falling into the sink.
"You kept me waiting long enough," he complained, as Hankyung came to stand between his legs.
"I didn't want to raise suspicion," said Hankyung, and moved Heechul's collar to kiss his throat, lightly. "You know you can get arrested for this?"
"Too pretty for prison," decided Heechul, hooking one leg around his waist. "Lock the door."
Hankyung did so. This had to be quick, because people would begin to question what was going on. That was why he unhooked Heechul's legs and knelt down. "Five minutes at the least," said Heechul.
"Nah," said Hankyung. "Three minutes at most."
"Two hundred won," said Heechul, head tipping back with what sounded like a painful crack off the mirror.
("You owe me two hundred won," said Hankyung quietly, walking down the aisle down to Heechul's seat half an hour later.
"No one likes a smug winner," said Heechul, staring out of the window and not at him.
"What," said Eeteuk, "have you been doing?")
5. a toilet cubicle
There were a lot of places backstage at Inkigayo that they could be doing this in. For example, a broom cupboard. There were lots of broom cupboards backstage at Inkigayo, possibly because there were a lot of people who wanted to do exactly what they were doing. The thing was, Heechul didn't like following the crowd, so Hankyung wasn't getting a quickfire blowjob in a broom cupboard backstage at Inkigayo, Hankyung was getting a quickfire blowjob in a toilet cubicle backstage at Inkigayo.
"Holy Jesus fucking Christ," he hissed through gritted teeth, and gripped the sides of the toilet to stop himself from twisting his hands into Heechul's hair. He could feel Heechul's smugness radiating off him, and Hankyung desperately thought unsexy thoughts -- his parents having sex, Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi making out, Kangin's hairy belly-button -- because he needed to last longer than three fucking minutes or else he would never be able to claim superiority over Heechul.
Except then Heechul hummed in the back of his throat, and Hankyung tipped his head back and spat out curse after curse in Chinese, finally letting his fingers run through Heechul's hair and hold him down, fingers pressed to the base of his neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hissed, because Heechul was so damn good at this and so damn beautiful on his knees with his head between Hankyung's thighs, and; "fuck fuck fuckingfuck--"
"That was more than three minutes," he managed to say, as Heechul sucked a bruise into being on his thigh, like his own special calling card. He put his hand down to try to move him away, and Heechul let his tongue curl around his fingers. Hankyung choked on his own tongue and moved them away quickly.
"We've got ten minutes until we have to be on stage," said Heechul, standing back up and slipping on his lap, legs either side of his waist. "I think you're going to need to hurry up."
(" Poke poke poke poke," said Hankyung, as he poked Heechul in the side with his microphone.
"You did earlier," said Heechul, and leant over him to tell Eeteuk something.
"WHAT," said Eeteuk, before he could say anything else.)