Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul, Siwon/Sungmin ; i'll eat you up (so yum yum)}
Title: i'll eat you up (so yum yum)
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !restaurant)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul, Siwon/Sungmin
Word count: 7,181
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their problem is that they facilitate each other, so when Sungmin points through the window of the grubby looking Chinese place, and says; "OH MY GOD HE IS SO GORGEOUS," Heechul says something about getting a closer look and they go in.
A/N: I said that if this got to be over 7000 words, I'd kill myself, so I'll be over here shooting myself in the head. Why does everything I write end up so long? I dream of writing something that is less than 3000 words, seriously. This is also known as stalker!au, according to dreamrainydays, but it's not as stalker-y as I thought it would be. stalker!au fits a Kyumin fic I've been writing for forever much better. Original idea given to me, as usual, by crazychickencow, who was eating when I asked what I should write. Probably the smuttiest smut I've ever written and I'm never doing it again.
i'll eat you up (so yum yum)
(aka THAT THING YEAHHHH)
Heechul and Sungmin don't come to the restaurant for food, so their reaction is pretty much oh you when Hankyung turns to them one day and say; "You know, the food we do here is kind of crap, you don't have to eat it. There's a much better place down the road." Because, after all, they aren't there for the food. Nice food would have been an added perk, but they never even entered the restaurant with the intention of eating anything. It's the sort of place that they usually would never be seen dead in, metal counter tops and tiled flooring and are we in the nineties, Heechul asked on first seeing it, so the food doesn't even come into why they go there every lunch when they're on their break.
Actually, Sungmin's reaction is oh you; Heechul's reaction is if that accent was a person, I'd hit that so hard.
Their problem is that they facilitate each other. If one of them spots a good looking guy, then the other will invariably encourage until either there is a restraining order or some sort of sexual intercourse has taken place (Heechul still thinks 'being straight' isn't a good excuse and that the boy from his hometown overreacted). So when Sungmin points through the window of the grubby looking Chinese place, and says; "OH MY GOD HE IS SO GORGEOUS," Heechul says something about getting a closer look and they go in.
Heechul guesses that the tall waiter who smiles at them with dimples in either cheek as they enter is kind of cute in a "I could lift you with one arm and you will like it" kind of a way, which is, actually, exactly Sungmin's type, so no surprises there, but he does nothing for Heechul, who prefers something a little more subtle, because what is the point of the other guy being gorgeous as well? It just takes attention away from Heechul. He prefers good looking in an unconventional way, something -- well, something like the waiter who has just come out of the back, carrying two plates of something with rice and thick black sauce. Heechul doesn't even notice that the food looks utterly unappetizing, he is too busy staring.
"This," he says, turning to Sungmin, who is watching the taller waiter's ass as he cleans a table a little way from them, "is the greatest restaurant on the planet."
That's probably not true. Well, it's completely not true. They learn very quickly on that almost nothing on the menu is actually edible, and so now stick to the two meals that are tried and tested; some rice dish that they have never managed to work out the name of, they just pointed to it one day and the taller waiter brought it for them, and some noodle dish that has a strange spicy sauce and chicken. The floor in the place is sticky. It always seems too hot. The air conditioning doesn't work. If it wasn't for the waiters, the place would have no sort of redeeming qualities.
It's not hard to strike up friendship with the waiters. The place is hardly packed out with customers, and Heechul and Sungmin are hardly shy. It takes them only a week to get the one that Sungmin thinks is adorable to sit down on the seat opposite them, and pull a name from his lips -- Siwon -- and soon he is chatting away happily. The other one comes over curiously, to see what Siwon is getting up to, and while it takes a little more time to get him to sit down with them, because he seems to think he has more important things to do than talk to Heechul and Sungmin, like working, eventually he too pulls up a chair, and Heechul really thinks that he falls in love.
Sungmin listens to Siwon talk, voice deep, hands animated as he gestures, and he can't help it, he imagines long fingers threaded through his or running through his hair, and he smiles at Siwon, who doesn't seem to notice the vague leer in it, and who continues talking like they're suddenly best friends.
Heechul, on the other hand, barely listens to a word Hankyung says, because he's too busy listening to his accent, which makes his head go a little light, and watching as his shoulders rise and fall as he laughs and he wonders how Hankyung would move during sex, and he just sort of stares, but it's okay, because Hankyung is equally as blind as Siwon.
Neither of the two waiters seem to realise that both Sungmin and Heechul kind of want into their pants; neither question why they keep coming into the restaurant, even after Hankyung admits that the food is actually complete garbage, they just keep taking their orders for that rice dish and the noodle dish and happily sit down and talk to them.
Siwon and Hankyung are roommates, it turns out, even though Hankyung is a few years older. For a day or so, Heechul and Sungmin harbour rather frightening thoughts of the two actually being together, but it soon becomes apparent that they are nothing more than best friends, and anyway, Heechul and Sungmin are roommates, and Heechul is older than Sungmin, but it's true that it's not by as many years as between Hankyung and Siwon. Siwon, it turns out, is still in university, in his second year of studying sports science. It does, as Sungmin points out, explain his physique. He actually points this out to Siwon, who just takes it as a compliment and thanks him, instead of taking it as the chat up line that Sungmin meant it as.
Hankyung moved to Korea four years earlier, after leaving China in order to further his career as a dancer. He was in between jobs, he tells them wryly, and so had to take this job in order to make some money, but he's been here for six months and has had dance jobs which he didn't give up his job in the Chinese restaurant for.
Both Siwon and Hankyung appear to love working where they do: the pay is terrible and it's not exactly hygienic, but it's run by an old Chinese couple who call the two men their sons and treat them almost as such. Hankyung and Siwon seem to adore them, and will do anything for them; sometimes Heechul and Sungmin come in to find that one of them are working for free.
Their job is very different to Heechul and Sungmin's, who both work at the same fashion magazine downtown. Heechul works as a graphics designer, Sungmin in the PR section, and together they sneak off whenever they can, because they love their jobs but hate the people that they work with. Their salaries are worth at least quadruple more Hankyung and Siwon's, and they live downtown too, in an apartment block with a doorman and sleek furniture and Egyptian cotton on their beds. But they find that they like being in the grubby restaurant with Siwon and Hankyung, with glasses of green tea that never seem to end and one day Siwon comes out with a platter of surprisingly nice pastries. "They're from the owners," he says with a grin. Apparently they have been adopted too.
"Well, I should think so," says Heechul that night when he's sitting at his laptop, Sungmin sitting with his legs curled underneath him on the chair next to him, waiting for a video they managed to find of Hankyung dancing to load. "The amount of money that we've paid them over the past month or so, they should be bowed at our feet."
Hankyung, as it turns out, is a very, very good dancer. They recognise that much from watching the performance, but the next day as they walk into work, someone from the stylist department overhears them and dissolves into a fangirly fit, asking them how they know him and if they can possibly organise a meeting for her. Heechul sort of half-stares, half-glares at her, and then slowly and firmly says "No," because Hankyung is his, damn it, he's not letting this girl with tomboy hair and stupid brown glasses anywhere near him. But the encounter is enough to let them know that Hankyung is at least well known in certain circles.
"If you're that well known," Heechul says to him that lunch time, "then how do you find time to work here?"
"I guess," says Hankyung, looking thoughtful as he takes off his apron from around his waist and bundles it onto the table as he sits down; Siwon is attending to the only other customers in the place. "Working here grounds me, it reminds me that no matter how many people know my name, I'm still capable of working hard at something not rewarding."
"Your morals astound me," says Heechul dryly.
"I'm sure they would," says Hankyung. "People without any tend to be awed by those who do."
"You think you're good, don't you?" says Heechul, smirking at him. Hankyung raises an eyebrow playfully.
"I do try my best," he says, and Heechul's mind is just sort of going fuck fuck fuck at him, because what the fuck, Hankyung is actually flirting with him. He approves of this. This is brilliant. This is --
There is a shout from the back of the restaurant, a shout of Chinese which means that it's the owners. Hankyung tips back on his seat and shouts back, also in Chinese. Heechul makes a noise in the back of this throat at the sound of the rapid-fire Mandarin, and grips hold of Sungmin's knee. Sungmin jumps and glares at him, and then sees the rather strange look on his face and laughs. "I have an idea," he says that night.
"Oh god," says Heechul. "Your ideas never work out, they always end up getting us into trouble."
"Listen," says Sungmin. "You'll like it, I promise."
"Remember the last time you said that?" Heechul glares at him. "We ended up in Japan, okay. We went around telling people that we were part of a boy band, just to see if they believed us."
"It was fun," argues Sungmin. "Don't deny it." Heechul just snorts.
"Go on, then," he says. "Tell me your brilliant idea."
"I propose some sort of bet," says Sungmin, looking entirely too pleased with himself for Heechul's liking. "A bet on our seduction skills. "
"Our seduction skills are of the highest calibre," says Heechul, slightly offended that Sungmin would think that they even needed to prove that.
"Well, if that was true," says Sungmin, "why haven't we had them yet?"
Heechul pauses. "Good point," he says.
"So we try to seduce them," says Sungmin. "Whoever can't do it has to -- I don't know. What do they have to do?"
"God, I don't know," says Heechul. "The person who manages it gets bragging rights, or something, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that whoever manages it gets sex."
"See?" Sungmin looks even more pleased with himself. "I knew this was brilliant."
They don't wait long to try to put their plans into practise, mostly because they have never really known patience, and while before they were just having fun, now they have a point to their flirting, and so they waste no time. This is like an exam for them, and until their final, they study hard and by the next Monday, Heechul has managed to invite Hankyung over to his apartment for a drink that Thursday night. Siwon would be coming too except he is closing the restaurant that night and won't finish until after midnight. Sungmin is supposed to be going, but on finding out that it would just be Heechul and Hankyung, decides that he would rather sleep over at Eunhyuk's place that night, or so he tells Heechul.
What actually happens is that at 11.45, he walks into the restaurant, pretty much empty apart from Siwon clearing out the till, looking like he's getting ready to close up early for the night. He looks surprised, but not disappointed, to see him. "Hey, hyung," he says cheerfully. "I was just closing, do you need anything?"
"No," says Sungmin, equally as cheerful. "I just thought I'd come in and see if I could help you."
Siwon glances at the clock with an eyebrow raised, and then back at Sungmin. "At this time?" he asks. "I thought you were staying at your friend's house."
"Yeah," says Sungmin. "About that, see, Eunhyuk had his boyfriend staying over, so I was even more of a third wheel."
Siwon pauses for a moment and then says, too casually, as he moves the till contents to a safe, "Boyfriend?"
"Yeah," says Sungmin, slightly confused. "Tablo, he's a writer."
Siwon is quiet as he closes the safe, and he says, with his back to Sungmin; "Did you ever--"
"With Eunhyuk?" Sungmin is still confused, but just goes with it. "No, of course not. I knew him for too long."
"But you--" Siwon breaks off.
"Are you trying to ask if I'm gay?" Siwon turns around and looks at him like he's unsure. "Because I am."
Something changes in Siwon's face, but Sungmin doesn't know whether it's good or not. "Oh," he says, and he goes over to the windows to draw the blinds. Sungmin stands up, chair scraping slightly against the floor, and as Siwon turns around, stands directly in front of him. Siwon looks down at him, a little unsure.
"You know," Sungmin says softly, bringing a hand up to fiddle with the top button on Siwon's shirt. "The only reason I wanted to come into this restaurant in the first place was because of you?"
"Y - you did?" Siwon stutters a little as he looks down at Sungmin's fingers, completely at a loss as Sungmin unfastens the top one and starts on the second.
"I thought you were good-looking," continues Sungmin. "I wanted to get to know you a bit better, because that's what I do. Stalking the prey and all that."
"Prey?" Siwon's voice catches a little, and he finally seems to pull his wits together and he brings both hands up to try to pull Sungmin's hands away. Sungmin clings to his shirt. "Hyung, I don't think -- this isn't--"
"Siwon, I really like you," says Sungmin, quite sincerely.
Siwon stares at him for a moment or two and then says, desperate and weak, "Hyung, we -- I can't, hyung--"
Sungmin cuts him off by surging up on his tip-toes and kissing him, quite hard, and Siwon seems like he's going to push him away but instead grips his shoulders and kisses him back, and wow, Siwon is strangely good. Sungmin has had visions of it being awkward, of him taking Siwon's first kiss, but Siwon is clearly experienced: so experienced that when Sungmin breaks away, he's gasping a little, but Siwon just says; "Hyung, I really think we can't."
"You can't just kiss me like that," says Sungmin, slightly breathless, "and then tell me no more."
He pushes Siwon back against the window and presses his lips to the corner of Siwon's mouth; Siwon's fingers around his arms loosen a little. Sungmin's mouth trails down past Siwon's jaw to kiss softly at his throat. Siwon's breath is fluttery, uncertain. He runs one hand down Sungmin's side to rest against his hip, and slowly with his other hand he slides his hand under Sungmin's polo shirt. The skin on his fingers is rather calloused; Sungmin loves the friction.
Sungmin kisses him again, and this time, Siwon shows no hesitance when they break apart. He is smiling in a way that makes Sungmin swallow hard, and then their mouths meet, Sungmin's hands quickly unbuttoning Siwon's shirt and slipping it over his shoulders. It drops to the ground in a heap.
Siwon's lips find his ear lobe, brushes across sensitive skin. "Are we -- do you--"
"The floor is sticky," says Sungmin.
Siwon laughs, a little too loud for the silence of the room. "Is that relevant?"
"I am not having sex on a sticky floor," says Sungmin, nuzzling his nose against Siwon's collarbone. "I do have standards, despite what Heechul says."
"The counter tops are sticky too," says Siwon, voice catching a little as Sungmin's teeth drag a little over his skin. "What do you propose?"
Sungmin grins against his skin. "I say we go back to your place," he murmurs, and he trails his fingers up the inside of Siwon's trouser leg, comes to a rest against his crotch. Siwon shuts his eyes tightly and then opens them with uncertainty in his face again.
"Hyung, I'm just -- I'm not sure, I--"
Sungmin groans. "Oh my god, Siwon," he says. "You can't do this to me."
"No, it's just -- shouldn't I take you to dinner or something first? Because," and Siwon looks totally in earnest, "it just seems like it would be the right thing to do."
Sungmin stares at him for a good few moments. "You are the sweetest thing I have ever met," he says. "And I would very much like dinner with you, but right now, I'd rather have your hands down my pants."
"Oh," says Siwon.
"So are we going to your place?" Sungmin asks, and he bends down and picks up Siwon's shirt and dangles it from a finger. Siwon takes it, hesitatingly.
"We'd have to take the bus," he says.
"So we take the bus," Sungmin says.
There is no one around at the bus station when Siwon presses Sungmin against the plastic of the shelter and kisses him hard. By the time the bus arrives, they are both breathing heavily, and god only knows what the driver must think, but they pay him no heed as they head to the back and sit down, Sungmin curled up on the chair against Siwon's side. He draws things on Siwon's chest until Siwon takes his hand and presses his mouth to his finger tips. Sungmin sighs and wishes the bus would hurry up. A woman down at the front gives them a scandalized look.
Siwon pulls Sungmin off the bus and into the doorway of a grotty looking block of flats, where they climb the stairs to the third floor, and as Siwon tries to get the key into the lock, Sungmin clinks open his belt and slips his fingers under the waistband of his trousers, dipping in before he starts on the bottom buttons of Siwon's shirt. Siwon moans in anticipation. When he opens the door and pulls Sungmin through, Sungmin is already half-hard.
They kick their shoes off -- Sungmin's left leather boot hits the wall with a bang -- Siwon pulls his polo shirt over his head as they stumble backwards and drops it somewhere near the kitchen of the flat, but Sungmin goes one better and has Siwon out of his trousers in the hallway leading up to Siwon's bedroom. He grins in triumph and cups him through his underwear, rubbing his thumb idly. He notes that he's not the only one who is half-hard as Siwon moans again. Then Siwon practically lifts him up. Sungmin yelps, laughs breathlessly, and drapes his arms over Siwon's shoulders. "This looks ridiculous," he says.
Siwon just grins at him and drops him onto his single bed. Sungmin has had sex in smaller places, so he has nothing against the size. Siwon watches at the side of the bed; Sungmin runs a hand down his own chest and then slowly unfastens the top button on his jeans, pulls down the zipper, and slides his hand underneath both his jeans and his underwear. He strokes himself, lets his head tip back as he moans wantonly.
Siwon's mouth suddenly catches his own, kissing him in a desperate sort of way. Sungmin abandons what he was doing to thread the fingers on both hands through Siwon's hair, coming to a rest at the base of his neck and holding him that little bit closer. He wraps a leg around Siwon's waist and pulls his hips down as he pushes his own up, rubs himself against Siwon's thigh. Siwon makes a choked sound.
He kisses Sungmin's jaw, top of his throat, the hollow where his neck meets his chest, his collarbone. Sungmin shivers and then chokes on his own tongue as Siwon's tongue flicks against a nipple, and then he brushes his mouth down Sungmin stomach as his hands pull Sungmin's jeans over his hips. Sungmin kicks them off, and Siwon pushes them off to the side of the bed.
Soon they're both naked and Siwon sucks against Sungmin's inner thigh, and a bruise springs into life. Siwon's hair is silky against Sungmin's fingers. Siwon's mouth fits around the top of his cock and he runs his tongue against the head, tip of his tongue tracing against the slit. Sungmin's hold in his hair is probably painful now, but Siwon doesn't complain, and Sungmin is having trouble breathing, never mind noticing what he's doing with his hands.
"Oh my fucking god," he gasps, and Siwon moves his mouth down and presses his tongue flat against the underside of his cock and hums a little, and Sungmin's head tips back, his forehead just brushing against the wooden headboard of Siwon's bed, and his eyes roll back and then he realises, and he gasps; "Wait, wait," and he slings his hand over the edge of the bed and scrambles around for his jeans. He pulls his phone from his pocket. Siwon has come back up to stare at him.
"Clearly I'm doing something wrong," he says.
"Nothing wrong at all," says Sungmin, a little coyly. "I just have to let someone know where I am for the night."
Siwon grins and runs his tongue along the underside of Sungmin's cock and then flicks his tongue against the slit again, and Sungmin almost drops his phone. Siwon swirls his tongue and Sungmin quickly presses send and drops his phone over the side of the bed, where it clatters against Siwon's wooden flooring. It could be broken, but Sungmin can't bring himself to care, because five minutes later he's crying out as he comes, and through the white pleasure it registers that Siwon just swallowed. He really has done this before.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Sungmin asks, voice breathless and husky. Siwon laughs low in his throat, kisses back up his body, now covered with a slick layer of sweat, and murmurs into his ear.
"Church camp."
Sungmin thinks he might be in love right now, in love with the way Siwon's lips are curled into a smile against his jaw, and he guides Siwon's mouth to his own with his fingers and tastes himself, salty and bitter. Then he flips them over and brushes Siwon's hair from his eyes softly. "I never went to church camp," he says, lips brushing against the lobe of Siwon's ear. "But I do have a few tricks of my own."
He soon has Siwon calling his name.
***
Heechul stares at the text message across the screen of his mobile phone and throws himself down onto the sofa next to Hankyung. his mouth around your cock: twenty points, it reads.
"Fucking bitch," he says.
"Hmm?" Hankyung looks away from the television to look at him curiously. Finally, Heechul wants to shout. This night is not going anything like what Heechul imagined it to go like. The way he'd imagined it was x-rated and porn channel worthy and not Hankyung being so fascinated by Heechul's wide screen television that he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Heechul is loath to take up any of the precious time that Hankyung spends on him talking about Sungmin, but he says anyway; "I think my roommate is defiling your roommate."
"Are you sure it's not the other way around?" asks Hankyung, looking a little doubtful.
"You don't know my roommate," says Heechul, putting his phone down on the sofa next to him. He can't believe Sungmin managed it before him.
"And you don't know mine," says Hankyung. "There's a jar of lube by the side of Siwon's bed, okay, I know what he gets up to."
"Oh my god, you are kidding me!" Heechul stares at him, beyond shocked. "Siwon is -- wow. Wow."
"Probably the best boyfriend in the world, though," says Hankyung. "Or, you know, so I've observed."
"I don't want to talk about Sungmin," says Heechul. "Why are you so obsessed with my television?"
"I don't have one in my own flat," says Hankyung. "And the sound quality on this one is kind of amazing."
"Why don't you have one?" Heechul asks. "You're such a freak."
"I send my money home to my parents," says Hankyung. "I only really live on the wage I get for working at the restaurant." Oh, he's too nice for Heechul, who practically wants to tear his clothes off, but can't, because Hankyung is showing no interest whatsoever.
"I'm so depressed," mutters Heechul, and sighs heavily. Hankyung turns back to the television. Heechul is going to get rid of it as soon as Hankyung leaves, he hates the sight of the thing. He'll tell Sungmin that it kills your brain cells. Sungmin should fall for it. He sighs again, and Hankyung stands up and leaves the room. Heechul is beginning to think that Hankyung would only notice him if he himself is on the screen, and he stares miserably at it, cursing its very existence.
Hankyung comes back through with two cold bottles of beer from Heechul's fridge, and a DVD that Heechul has never seen before in his hand. He hands Heechul one of the beer bottles and motions to the DVD. "I brought this over," he said. "I thought we could watch it."
"What is it?" Heechul takes it from him and looks it over. It's some Chinese mafia film, and god, it's even subtitled, that's kind of adorable. He sighs for the third time and passes it back. "Fine," he says. "Whatever."
Hankyung grins at him and Heechul struggles against smiling back, and then goes and puts the disc in the player. He sits down, and after picking up the remote, Heechul thinks fuck it, and curls up against his side, and Hankyung shifts a little so Heechul's head is under his shoulder and his arm is around Heechul's shoulder. He reaches up with his other hand and switches the light off. Heechul wishes they had a blanket over them, it would have made this scene completely corny. Also, he feels stupidly happy that Hankyung just accepted their positions without any sort of protest. It makes him think he might be onto something.
He falls asleep at some point, and wakes the next morning to find that he's been moved from the living room to his bedroom, and although Hankyung hasn't undressed him, he's removed his socks and taken off the tie he was wearing last night and all of his jewellery, and even taken his hair from the bun he'd piled it in. He runs his hands through the red as he gets sleepily to his feet and pads out into the hallway, where he suddenly perks up because he can smell cooking. He goes into the kitchen to find Hankyung cooking breakfast. He thinks it's so fucking depressing that he's being so domestic and yet not even getting sex out of it.
As he leaves the apartment with Hankyung later in the morning, a woman across the way, who has always disapproved of Heechul and Sungmin because they are younger and prettier and have better social lives than her, gives him a scathing look, clearly adding two and two and getting Heechul-shi is a whore. He's being thought of as a whore without even having sex. He wants to throw himself -- no, scratch that, he wants to throw Hankyung down the elevator shaft, but he can't, because he also wants to tap that.
He gets into work and makes himself a cup of coffee, very strong, and sits at his desk, flicking through his e-mails with no aim in mind. He hates everyone. A couple of girls over in the corner, the girls who keep wanting to make everything pink, and Heechul can't get them to understand the basic concept of colour coordinating and that good graphics have more than just shades of pink and honestly, he loves pink but these girls make him want to give up wearing it, those girls are chattering and giggling about some boyfriend or something. Oh fuck, he thinks the one with the stupid hair got engaged last night. He wants to slap them all. He checks his phone. He draws a picture of Hankyung's face and then stabs his pencil through it. Then he smooths it back out and wishes that he hadn't. Then he writes I hate my life over and over. Then he checks his phone again. And then, Sungmin finally waltzes into the room.
He's wearing one of Siwon's white work shirts with one of Siwon's belts over last night's jeans and appears to be making some sort of statement, judging by the way he comes up to Heechul's desk and stands with a hip cocked and grins at him. Visible above the white shirt, just below the tips of his honey-blond hair (he dyed it the same time as Heechul, they had a day off and were bored) is a love bite, and Sungmin has done nothing to hide it, it's glaringly obvious. Heechul jumps up and grabs his coat.
"I need to get out of here," he says.
They end up at a coffee shop on the corner of the street where their office is. Heechul gives up on something strong and decides to just drown his sorrows in something stupidly sweet. As they sit down, he catches sight of Sungmin's happy, soppy grin and rolls his eyes. "Come on then," he says, and takes a sip of his coffee. "Spill."
"Oh my god," says Sungmin, practically gushing. "Remember when -- remember when we graduated, and I got off with that American guy, who took me to his penthouse for the night, and I said that it was the greatest night of my life? Oh my god, I was so wrong."
"I'm still trying to reconcile the image I have of Siwon with the image you gave me last night," remarks Heechul. "I mean, this is Siwon we're talking about. He's like, twelve, or something."
"Twenty," says Sungmin. "But he has the experience of someone much, much older." His eyes have gone misty. Heechul snorts.
"How on earth does Siwon have experience?" he asks. "I mean, really."
"Two words for you," says Sungmin, taking a drink and then putting his cup back down. "Church camp."
Heechul chokes on his drink.
"And you know?" Sungmin continues, and he smiles in this way that, if it were anyone else, Heechul would want to punch his lights out. "He even walked me to work today. He said that he lived in a bad area and that he didn't want me to get hurt, so he came with me."
"Did you tell him that you used to teach martial arts?" Heechul asks, amused.
"Of course not," says Sungmin. "He wanted to be a gentleman, I wasn't going to compromise that." He grins. "I was late this morning, Shinae saw me walk up to the front doors with him, she wouldn't shut up about him. She thought he was my cousin."
"Stupid bitch," says Heechul, in a comradely fashion.
"So how did last night go for you?" Sungmin probably already knows how it went by the way that Heechul is not immediately rushing to tell him, but he likes being awkward and asks anyway. Heechul glares at his coffee.
"The stupid idiot barely noticed anything past our television," says Heechul. "Which we're getting rid of, by the way."
"We are?" Sungmin looks surprised. "Why?"
"It kills your brain cells," says Heechul ominously.
"It can't have been that bad."
"Oh, it was," assures Heechul. Then he pauses. "Well. Then we watched a film. And it was nice, I guess. And he put me to bed when I fell asleep, and he took my hair out of the bun. My star clip was lying on the dresser when I work up."
"That's so cute," Sungmin practically squeals.
"I know, right?" Heechul is smiling now, remembering the way Hankyung had laughed at something Heechul had said during the movie and the way Heechul had been able to feel it against his ear. Then he stopped, and stared at Sungmin. "Oh my god, what has happened to us?"
Sungmin has apparently had the same, sobering thought. "I know," he says. "We used to laugh at people who got like this."
They stare at each other for a long moment, and then Heechul says; "Please tell me you're at least going on a date."
"Tomorrow," says Sungmin with a happy sigh. "We're going for a meal."
"You'd think you'd get sick of seeing each other in restaurants," says Heechul, and he really would like to be sick when they walk into the Chinese place and Sungmin's greeting is quite coy and Siwon grins and pulls him close to kiss. Heechul glances at Hankyung, at Hankyung's stupid, gorgeous face, and feels the disappointment of last night all the more. He throws himself down into a chair and Hankyung cheerfully stands next to him and asks what he would like to eat. He doesn't even need to write anything down because he and Sungmin always eat the same things. Heechul glares at him. "I don't want anything to eat," he says. "The food here is making me fat."
Hankyung blinks at him. "Okay," he says. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No," says Heechul. "I'm only here to that Sungmin can be desperately cute with lover boy over there." He motions to where Sungmin is sitting on one side of the counter, Siwon cleaning glasses on the other. Sungmin is leaning forward to say something softly, and Siwon's eyes are kind of focused on one spot and Heechul has no doubt that it's on the love bite.
"You're not fat, by the way," says Hankyung, smiling at him, and god, Heechul thinks he's going mad. He needs to get out of here before he does something stupid and tells Hankyung that he thinks his smile is the most attractive thing he's ever seen.
He yells in frustration, and stands up. "Oh my god, I hate you so much," he tells Hankyung, poking him in the chest. "Why are you like this, I just want to--" He yells again, and turns around and storms over to the door, where he wrenches it open and informs Sungmin that he'll see him at work, before he slams the door shut after him. Sungmin, who has hold of Siwon's arm, sighs in an amused sort of way and Siwon looks from the door to Hankyung, who looks a little shocked.
"Smooth, hyung," says Siwon, and Sungmin smothers a laugh in Siwon's arm.
"What on earth did I do?" Hankyung asks, staring at the door. Sungmin laughs again, and Siwon looks at him curiously. Sungmin motions like he'll tell him later. Hankyung groans and throws himself down in the chair that Heechul just vacated and buries his head in his arms on the table.
Heechul almost chokes on his tongue when Sungmin comes back in after lunch with Siwon in tow. "What is he doing here?" he says, gasping a little for breath. Sungmin is clinging to Siwon's arm. All the girls in the room are practically drooling; Siwon looks somewhat self-conscious.
"I thought I'd show him to the girls in casting," says Sungmin cheerfully.
"You mean, see if they'll give him some work?" Heechul looks skeptically at Siwon. "Did you even agree to this?"
"Hyung said it would be a good idea," says Siwon. Heechul rolls his eyes, because Siwon would clearly trust Sungmin to the world and back. Actually, he thinks that, but then Siwon adds; "And Hankyung-hyung thought it would a good way of earning some extra money. What do you think?"
"Me?" Heechul is rather surprised at the question. "I think--" He sees Sungmin glaring at him, as if daring him to tell Siwon that it's a bad idea. Heechul desperately wants to just to see Sungmin's reaction, but instead he sighs and says, "I think you'd be perfect."
Sungmin beams and pulls Siwon out of the room, Siwon looking pleased in a nervous sort of way, and Heechul sighs and slumps down. Then he straightens back up, because that's going to be terrible for his posture. He is immediately accosted by the girls in his department who want to know who Siwon is. The moment he mentions that he's Sungmin's new boyfriend, the pandemonium dies down a little: they know they have no chance against Sungmin.
Sungmin texts him to let him know that the girls in casting loved Siwon and that he's going with him on some sort of amateur fashion shoot. Heechul doesn't want to go home by himself after work finishes and so finds himself pushing the door to the Chinese restaurant open and going inside. Hankyung looks up from cleaning a table and smiles, looking actually pleased to see him. "Hey," he says.
"Hi," says Heechul, and he sits down on one of the chairs around the counter where the till is, and Hankyung stops what he's doing to come over and take his order. He gets a cup of tea and then another and then another and sits there for over four hours, just talking to Hankyung, watching him whenever he jumps up to greet customers or to take orders or to get orders. It's strangely nice. He watches Hankyung's arms as he carries trays, watches the tips of his black hair brush against the base of his neck as he turns his head, watches the line of his throat as he drinks.
"You know," he says, when it's close to closing time and the restaurant is empty apart from the two of them and the cup of tea he hold in his hands is lukewarm at best. "I can't blame you for being dense." He stares at the tea in his cup.
"Hmm?" says Hankyung from somewhere behind him.
"Last night you didn't have a clue what I was trying to do," says Heechul. "But maybe I like the fact that you're a bit of an idiot."
"Nice to know you hold me so highly," says Hankyung, and Heechul can hear him moving something behind him, possibly a chair.
"Don't cry," says Heechul absently in Hankyung's accent. Hankyung has always just laughed whenever Heechul imitates his accent, but the one time Sungmin tried it, Hankyung had practically pushed him off his chair. Heechul sighs and turns around and suddenly Hankyung is pressing him against the counter top and kissing him.
Heechul clutches at Hankyung's shoulders as he kisses back, mouth opening to let Hankyung in with an almost reckless abandon. There's no acting hard to get in this situation. Hankyung pulls him a little closer by the hips and Heechul accidently knocks a plate off the counter, and it falls down the other side. It smashes as they both sink to the floor, Heechul slipping off his stool and onto Hankyung, Hankyung's hands on his waist. It's desperate and fast; Heechul is practically tearing Hankyung's clothes.
Then Hankyung turns them over and holds Heechul's hands above his head and kisses him long, slow and languid. Heechul moans. Hankyung lets go of one of his wrists to pull the band from his hair and threads his fingers through, and Heechul puts the palm of his free hand against Hankyung's cheek. He wants this so much. He can't even bring himself to care that he's about to have sex on the sticky floor of a Chinese restaurant that hasn't even closed for the night yet. All he cares about is unbuttoning Hankyung's work trousers and slipping his hand underneath and the way Hankyung gasps out his name against his ear.
It hurts a little when Hankyung slips a finger inside of him, and he says, slightly hoarse, fingernails digging into Hankyung's shoulders, "Don't you have anything we can use?"
"Butter," says Hankyung, deadpan, as he pulls his hand away.
"Fine," says Heechul. "Fine," and he flips them over, crawls down Hankyung's body and takes him in his mouth in one quick movement. Hankyung lets out a long stream of Chinese, head tipped back so that it cracks off the tiles, and then there's more Chinese, probably swearing, and Heechul thinks it is the single hottest thing he has ever experienced. He runs his tongue against the vein along the underside and then smirks at Hankyung, who has his eyes half-shut and is breathing heavily.
"Come on then," he says, pulling Hankyung back on top of him and wrapping a leg around his waist. "Let's see how you can move those hips, dancer boy."
They end up back at Heechul's apartment, fingers threaded together as Heechul pulls him through the front entrance to the lift, ignoring the look that the doorman gives him. Hankyung presses him against the buttons in the lift, and they end up two floors above where they need to be until Heechul pulls himself together and punches in the right floor number. His plan is to get Hankyung into his bedroom and have another go there, but once through the door of the flat, he notices that the television is on, and when he goes into the main room, it's to find Sungmin sitting in Siwon's lap, legs curled up. Sungmin takes one look at him and goes, "Oh my god."
"Shut up, whore," says Heechul.
"I cannot believe you," says Sungmin. "Even I didn't do it on that floor."
"Hear that, Siwon?" Heechul grins at Siwon, too happy to bitch in any sort of way with conviction. "He doesn't even love you enough to get dirty for you."
"My life is so hard," says Siwon dryly.
Hankyung's mouth presses against his neck softly and Heechul brings one hand up to touch the back of Hankyung's head, and then he takes his hand and pulls him down onto the other chair, sort of on top each other but he likes it anyway. Hankyung murmurs something in Chinese, sounding happy and more than a little soppy. Sometimes, Heechul thinks he's got the greatest life in the universe, and that it really couldn't get better than this.
And then Hankyung touched his thigh, and it did.
Lauren, if you don't get that last line, I will disown you.
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !restaurant)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul, Siwon/Sungmin
Word count: 7,181
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their problem is that they facilitate each other, so when Sungmin points through the window of the grubby looking Chinese place, and says; "OH MY GOD HE IS SO GORGEOUS," Heechul says something about getting a closer look and they go in.
A/N: I said that if this got to be over 7000 words, I'd kill myself, so I'll be over here shooting myself in the head. Why does everything I write end up so long? I dream of writing something that is less than 3000 words, seriously. This is also known as stalker!au, according to dreamrainydays, but it's not as stalker-y as I thought it would be. stalker!au fits a Kyumin fic I've been writing for forever much better. Original idea given to me, as usual, by crazychickencow, who was eating when I asked what I should write. Probably the smuttiest smut I've ever written and I'm never doing it again.
i'll eat you up (so yum yum)
(aka THAT THING YEAHHHH)
Heechul and Sungmin don't come to the restaurant for food, so their reaction is pretty much oh you when Hankyung turns to them one day and say; "You know, the food we do here is kind of crap, you don't have to eat it. There's a much better place down the road." Because, after all, they aren't there for the food. Nice food would have been an added perk, but they never even entered the restaurant with the intention of eating anything. It's the sort of place that they usually would never be seen dead in, metal counter tops and tiled flooring and are we in the nineties, Heechul asked on first seeing it, so the food doesn't even come into why they go there every lunch when they're on their break.
Actually, Sungmin's reaction is oh you; Heechul's reaction is if that accent was a person, I'd hit that so hard.
Their problem is that they facilitate each other. If one of them spots a good looking guy, then the other will invariably encourage until either there is a restraining order or some sort of sexual intercourse has taken place (Heechul still thinks 'being straight' isn't a good excuse and that the boy from his hometown overreacted). So when Sungmin points through the window of the grubby looking Chinese place, and says; "OH MY GOD HE IS SO GORGEOUS," Heechul says something about getting a closer look and they go in.
Heechul guesses that the tall waiter who smiles at them with dimples in either cheek as they enter is kind of cute in a "I could lift you with one arm and you will like it" kind of a way, which is, actually, exactly Sungmin's type, so no surprises there, but he does nothing for Heechul, who prefers something a little more subtle, because what is the point of the other guy being gorgeous as well? It just takes attention away from Heechul. He prefers good looking in an unconventional way, something -- well, something like the waiter who has just come out of the back, carrying two plates of something with rice and thick black sauce. Heechul doesn't even notice that the food looks utterly unappetizing, he is too busy staring.
"This," he says, turning to Sungmin, who is watching the taller waiter's ass as he cleans a table a little way from them, "is the greatest restaurant on the planet."
That's probably not true. Well, it's completely not true. They learn very quickly on that almost nothing on the menu is actually edible, and so now stick to the two meals that are tried and tested; some rice dish that they have never managed to work out the name of, they just pointed to it one day and the taller waiter brought it for them, and some noodle dish that has a strange spicy sauce and chicken. The floor in the place is sticky. It always seems too hot. The air conditioning doesn't work. If it wasn't for the waiters, the place would have no sort of redeeming qualities.
It's not hard to strike up friendship with the waiters. The place is hardly packed out with customers, and Heechul and Sungmin are hardly shy. It takes them only a week to get the one that Sungmin thinks is adorable to sit down on the seat opposite them, and pull a name from his lips -- Siwon -- and soon he is chatting away happily. The other one comes over curiously, to see what Siwon is getting up to, and while it takes a little more time to get him to sit down with them, because he seems to think he has more important things to do than talk to Heechul and Sungmin, like working, eventually he too pulls up a chair, and Heechul really thinks that he falls in love.
Sungmin listens to Siwon talk, voice deep, hands animated as he gestures, and he can't help it, he imagines long fingers threaded through his or running through his hair, and he smiles at Siwon, who doesn't seem to notice the vague leer in it, and who continues talking like they're suddenly best friends.
Heechul, on the other hand, barely listens to a word Hankyung says, because he's too busy listening to his accent, which makes his head go a little light, and watching as his shoulders rise and fall as he laughs and he wonders how Hankyung would move during sex, and he just sort of stares, but it's okay, because Hankyung is equally as blind as Siwon.
Neither of the two waiters seem to realise that both Sungmin and Heechul kind of want into their pants; neither question why they keep coming into the restaurant, even after Hankyung admits that the food is actually complete garbage, they just keep taking their orders for that rice dish and the noodle dish and happily sit down and talk to them.
Siwon and Hankyung are roommates, it turns out, even though Hankyung is a few years older. For a day or so, Heechul and Sungmin harbour rather frightening thoughts of the two actually being together, but it soon becomes apparent that they are nothing more than best friends, and anyway, Heechul and Sungmin are roommates, and Heechul is older than Sungmin, but it's true that it's not by as many years as between Hankyung and Siwon. Siwon, it turns out, is still in university, in his second year of studying sports science. It does, as Sungmin points out, explain his physique. He actually points this out to Siwon, who just takes it as a compliment and thanks him, instead of taking it as the chat up line that Sungmin meant it as.
Hankyung moved to Korea four years earlier, after leaving China in order to further his career as a dancer. He was in between jobs, he tells them wryly, and so had to take this job in order to make some money, but he's been here for six months and has had dance jobs which he didn't give up his job in the Chinese restaurant for.
Both Siwon and Hankyung appear to love working where they do: the pay is terrible and it's not exactly hygienic, but it's run by an old Chinese couple who call the two men their sons and treat them almost as such. Hankyung and Siwon seem to adore them, and will do anything for them; sometimes Heechul and Sungmin come in to find that one of them are working for free.
Their job is very different to Heechul and Sungmin's, who both work at the same fashion magazine downtown. Heechul works as a graphics designer, Sungmin in the PR section, and together they sneak off whenever they can, because they love their jobs but hate the people that they work with. Their salaries are worth at least quadruple more Hankyung and Siwon's, and they live downtown too, in an apartment block with a doorman and sleek furniture and Egyptian cotton on their beds. But they find that they like being in the grubby restaurant with Siwon and Hankyung, with glasses of green tea that never seem to end and one day Siwon comes out with a platter of surprisingly nice pastries. "They're from the owners," he says with a grin. Apparently they have been adopted too.
"Well, I should think so," says Heechul that night when he's sitting at his laptop, Sungmin sitting with his legs curled underneath him on the chair next to him, waiting for a video they managed to find of Hankyung dancing to load. "The amount of money that we've paid them over the past month or so, they should be bowed at our feet."
Hankyung, as it turns out, is a very, very good dancer. They recognise that much from watching the performance, but the next day as they walk into work, someone from the stylist department overhears them and dissolves into a fangirly fit, asking them how they know him and if they can possibly organise a meeting for her. Heechul sort of half-stares, half-glares at her, and then slowly and firmly says "No," because Hankyung is his, damn it, he's not letting this girl with tomboy hair and stupid brown glasses anywhere near him. But the encounter is enough to let them know that Hankyung is at least well known in certain circles.
"If you're that well known," Heechul says to him that lunch time, "then how do you find time to work here?"
"I guess," says Hankyung, looking thoughtful as he takes off his apron from around his waist and bundles it onto the table as he sits down; Siwon is attending to the only other customers in the place. "Working here grounds me, it reminds me that no matter how many people know my name, I'm still capable of working hard at something not rewarding."
"Your morals astound me," says Heechul dryly.
"I'm sure they would," says Hankyung. "People without any tend to be awed by those who do."
"You think you're good, don't you?" says Heechul, smirking at him. Hankyung raises an eyebrow playfully.
"I do try my best," he says, and Heechul's mind is just sort of going fuck fuck fuck at him, because what the fuck, Hankyung is actually flirting with him. He approves of this. This is brilliant. This is --
There is a shout from the back of the restaurant, a shout of Chinese which means that it's the owners. Hankyung tips back on his seat and shouts back, also in Chinese. Heechul makes a noise in the back of this throat at the sound of the rapid-fire Mandarin, and grips hold of Sungmin's knee. Sungmin jumps and glares at him, and then sees the rather strange look on his face and laughs. "I have an idea," he says that night.
"Oh god," says Heechul. "Your ideas never work out, they always end up getting us into trouble."
"Listen," says Sungmin. "You'll like it, I promise."
"Remember the last time you said that?" Heechul glares at him. "We ended up in Japan, okay. We went around telling people that we were part of a boy band, just to see if they believed us."
"It was fun," argues Sungmin. "Don't deny it." Heechul just snorts.
"Go on, then," he says. "Tell me your brilliant idea."
"I propose some sort of bet," says Sungmin, looking entirely too pleased with himself for Heechul's liking. "A bet on our seduction skills. "
"Our seduction skills are of the highest calibre," says Heechul, slightly offended that Sungmin would think that they even needed to prove that.
"Well, if that was true," says Sungmin, "why haven't we had them yet?"
Heechul pauses. "Good point," he says.
"So we try to seduce them," says Sungmin. "Whoever can't do it has to -- I don't know. What do they have to do?"
"God, I don't know," says Heechul. "The person who manages it gets bragging rights, or something, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that whoever manages it gets sex."
"See?" Sungmin looks even more pleased with himself. "I knew this was brilliant."
They don't wait long to try to put their plans into practise, mostly because they have never really known patience, and while before they were just having fun, now they have a point to their flirting, and so they waste no time. This is like an exam for them, and until their final, they study hard and by the next Monday, Heechul has managed to invite Hankyung over to his apartment for a drink that Thursday night. Siwon would be coming too except he is closing the restaurant that night and won't finish until after midnight. Sungmin is supposed to be going, but on finding out that it would just be Heechul and Hankyung, decides that he would rather sleep over at Eunhyuk's place that night, or so he tells Heechul.
What actually happens is that at 11.45, he walks into the restaurant, pretty much empty apart from Siwon clearing out the till, looking like he's getting ready to close up early for the night. He looks surprised, but not disappointed, to see him. "Hey, hyung," he says cheerfully. "I was just closing, do you need anything?"
"No," says Sungmin, equally as cheerful. "I just thought I'd come in and see if I could help you."
Siwon glances at the clock with an eyebrow raised, and then back at Sungmin. "At this time?" he asks. "I thought you were staying at your friend's house."
"Yeah," says Sungmin. "About that, see, Eunhyuk had his boyfriend staying over, so I was even more of a third wheel."
Siwon pauses for a moment and then says, too casually, as he moves the till contents to a safe, "Boyfriend?"
"Yeah," says Sungmin, slightly confused. "Tablo, he's a writer."
Siwon is quiet as he closes the safe, and he says, with his back to Sungmin; "Did you ever--"
"With Eunhyuk?" Sungmin is still confused, but just goes with it. "No, of course not. I knew him for too long."
"But you--" Siwon breaks off.
"Are you trying to ask if I'm gay?" Siwon turns around and looks at him like he's unsure. "Because I am."
Something changes in Siwon's face, but Sungmin doesn't know whether it's good or not. "Oh," he says, and he goes over to the windows to draw the blinds. Sungmin stands up, chair scraping slightly against the floor, and as Siwon turns around, stands directly in front of him. Siwon looks down at him, a little unsure.
"You know," Sungmin says softly, bringing a hand up to fiddle with the top button on Siwon's shirt. "The only reason I wanted to come into this restaurant in the first place was because of you?"
"Y - you did?" Siwon stutters a little as he looks down at Sungmin's fingers, completely at a loss as Sungmin unfastens the top one and starts on the second.
"I thought you were good-looking," continues Sungmin. "I wanted to get to know you a bit better, because that's what I do. Stalking the prey and all that."
"Prey?" Siwon's voice catches a little, and he finally seems to pull his wits together and he brings both hands up to try to pull Sungmin's hands away. Sungmin clings to his shirt. "Hyung, I don't think -- this isn't--"
"Siwon, I really like you," says Sungmin, quite sincerely.
Siwon stares at him for a moment or two and then says, desperate and weak, "Hyung, we -- I can't, hyung--"
Sungmin cuts him off by surging up on his tip-toes and kissing him, quite hard, and Siwon seems like he's going to push him away but instead grips his shoulders and kisses him back, and wow, Siwon is strangely good. Sungmin has had visions of it being awkward, of him taking Siwon's first kiss, but Siwon is clearly experienced: so experienced that when Sungmin breaks away, he's gasping a little, but Siwon just says; "Hyung, I really think we can't."
"You can't just kiss me like that," says Sungmin, slightly breathless, "and then tell me no more."
He pushes Siwon back against the window and presses his lips to the corner of Siwon's mouth; Siwon's fingers around his arms loosen a little. Sungmin's mouth trails down past Siwon's jaw to kiss softly at his throat. Siwon's breath is fluttery, uncertain. He runs one hand down Sungmin's side to rest against his hip, and slowly with his other hand he slides his hand under Sungmin's polo shirt. The skin on his fingers is rather calloused; Sungmin loves the friction.
Sungmin kisses him again, and this time, Siwon shows no hesitance when they break apart. He is smiling in a way that makes Sungmin swallow hard, and then their mouths meet, Sungmin's hands quickly unbuttoning Siwon's shirt and slipping it over his shoulders. It drops to the ground in a heap.
Siwon's lips find his ear lobe, brushes across sensitive skin. "Are we -- do you--"
"The floor is sticky," says Sungmin.
Siwon laughs, a little too loud for the silence of the room. "Is that relevant?"
"I am not having sex on a sticky floor," says Sungmin, nuzzling his nose against Siwon's collarbone. "I do have standards, despite what Heechul says."
"The counter tops are sticky too," says Siwon, voice catching a little as Sungmin's teeth drag a little over his skin. "What do you propose?"
Sungmin grins against his skin. "I say we go back to your place," he murmurs, and he trails his fingers up the inside of Siwon's trouser leg, comes to a rest against his crotch. Siwon shuts his eyes tightly and then opens them with uncertainty in his face again.
"Hyung, I'm just -- I'm not sure, I--"
Sungmin groans. "Oh my god, Siwon," he says. "You can't do this to me."
"No, it's just -- shouldn't I take you to dinner or something first? Because," and Siwon looks totally in earnest, "it just seems like it would be the right thing to do."
Sungmin stares at him for a good few moments. "You are the sweetest thing I have ever met," he says. "And I would very much like dinner with you, but right now, I'd rather have your hands down my pants."
"Oh," says Siwon.
"So are we going to your place?" Sungmin asks, and he bends down and picks up Siwon's shirt and dangles it from a finger. Siwon takes it, hesitatingly.
"We'd have to take the bus," he says.
"So we take the bus," Sungmin says.
There is no one around at the bus station when Siwon presses Sungmin against the plastic of the shelter and kisses him hard. By the time the bus arrives, they are both breathing heavily, and god only knows what the driver must think, but they pay him no heed as they head to the back and sit down, Sungmin curled up on the chair against Siwon's side. He draws things on Siwon's chest until Siwon takes his hand and presses his mouth to his finger tips. Sungmin sighs and wishes the bus would hurry up. A woman down at the front gives them a scandalized look.
Siwon pulls Sungmin off the bus and into the doorway of a grotty looking block of flats, where they climb the stairs to the third floor, and as Siwon tries to get the key into the lock, Sungmin clinks open his belt and slips his fingers under the waistband of his trousers, dipping in before he starts on the bottom buttons of Siwon's shirt. Siwon moans in anticipation. When he opens the door and pulls Sungmin through, Sungmin is already half-hard.
They kick their shoes off -- Sungmin's left leather boot hits the wall with a bang -- Siwon pulls his polo shirt over his head as they stumble backwards and drops it somewhere near the kitchen of the flat, but Sungmin goes one better and has Siwon out of his trousers in the hallway leading up to Siwon's bedroom. He grins in triumph and cups him through his underwear, rubbing his thumb idly. He notes that he's not the only one who is half-hard as Siwon moans again. Then Siwon practically lifts him up. Sungmin yelps, laughs breathlessly, and drapes his arms over Siwon's shoulders. "This looks ridiculous," he says.
Siwon just grins at him and drops him onto his single bed. Sungmin has had sex in smaller places, so he has nothing against the size. Siwon watches at the side of the bed; Sungmin runs a hand down his own chest and then slowly unfastens the top button on his jeans, pulls down the zipper, and slides his hand underneath both his jeans and his underwear. He strokes himself, lets his head tip back as he moans wantonly.
Siwon's mouth suddenly catches his own, kissing him in a desperate sort of way. Sungmin abandons what he was doing to thread the fingers on both hands through Siwon's hair, coming to a rest at the base of his neck and holding him that little bit closer. He wraps a leg around Siwon's waist and pulls his hips down as he pushes his own up, rubs himself against Siwon's thigh. Siwon makes a choked sound.
He kisses Sungmin's jaw, top of his throat, the hollow where his neck meets his chest, his collarbone. Sungmin shivers and then chokes on his own tongue as Siwon's tongue flicks against a nipple, and then he brushes his mouth down Sungmin stomach as his hands pull Sungmin's jeans over his hips. Sungmin kicks them off, and Siwon pushes them off to the side of the bed.
Soon they're both naked and Siwon sucks against Sungmin's inner thigh, and a bruise springs into life. Siwon's hair is silky against Sungmin's fingers. Siwon's mouth fits around the top of his cock and he runs his tongue against the head, tip of his tongue tracing against the slit. Sungmin's hold in his hair is probably painful now, but Siwon doesn't complain, and Sungmin is having trouble breathing, never mind noticing what he's doing with his hands.
"Oh my fucking god," he gasps, and Siwon moves his mouth down and presses his tongue flat against the underside of his cock and hums a little, and Sungmin's head tips back, his forehead just brushing against the wooden headboard of Siwon's bed, and his eyes roll back and then he realises, and he gasps; "Wait, wait," and he slings his hand over the edge of the bed and scrambles around for his jeans. He pulls his phone from his pocket. Siwon has come back up to stare at him.
"Clearly I'm doing something wrong," he says.
"Nothing wrong at all," says Sungmin, a little coyly. "I just have to let someone know where I am for the night."
Siwon grins and runs his tongue along the underside of Sungmin's cock and then flicks his tongue against the slit again, and Sungmin almost drops his phone. Siwon swirls his tongue and Sungmin quickly presses send and drops his phone over the side of the bed, where it clatters against Siwon's wooden flooring. It could be broken, but Sungmin can't bring himself to care, because five minutes later he's crying out as he comes, and through the white pleasure it registers that Siwon just swallowed. He really has done this before.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Sungmin asks, voice breathless and husky. Siwon laughs low in his throat, kisses back up his body, now covered with a slick layer of sweat, and murmurs into his ear.
"Church camp."
Sungmin thinks he might be in love right now, in love with the way Siwon's lips are curled into a smile against his jaw, and he guides Siwon's mouth to his own with his fingers and tastes himself, salty and bitter. Then he flips them over and brushes Siwon's hair from his eyes softly. "I never went to church camp," he says, lips brushing against the lobe of Siwon's ear. "But I do have a few tricks of my own."
He soon has Siwon calling his name.
***
Heechul stares at the text message across the screen of his mobile phone and throws himself down onto the sofa next to Hankyung. his mouth around your cock: twenty points, it reads.
"Fucking bitch," he says.
"Hmm?" Hankyung looks away from the television to look at him curiously. Finally, Heechul wants to shout. This night is not going anything like what Heechul imagined it to go like. The way he'd imagined it was x-rated and porn channel worthy and not Hankyung being so fascinated by Heechul's wide screen television that he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Heechul is loath to take up any of the precious time that Hankyung spends on him talking about Sungmin, but he says anyway; "I think my roommate is defiling your roommate."
"Are you sure it's not the other way around?" asks Hankyung, looking a little doubtful.
"You don't know my roommate," says Heechul, putting his phone down on the sofa next to him. He can't believe Sungmin managed it before him.
"And you don't know mine," says Hankyung. "There's a jar of lube by the side of Siwon's bed, okay, I know what he gets up to."
"Oh my god, you are kidding me!" Heechul stares at him, beyond shocked. "Siwon is -- wow. Wow."
"Probably the best boyfriend in the world, though," says Hankyung. "Or, you know, so I've observed."
"I don't want to talk about Sungmin," says Heechul. "Why are you so obsessed with my television?"
"I don't have one in my own flat," says Hankyung. "And the sound quality on this one is kind of amazing."
"Why don't you have one?" Heechul asks. "You're such a freak."
"I send my money home to my parents," says Hankyung. "I only really live on the wage I get for working at the restaurant." Oh, he's too nice for Heechul, who practically wants to tear his clothes off, but can't, because Hankyung is showing no interest whatsoever.
"I'm so depressed," mutters Heechul, and sighs heavily. Hankyung turns back to the television. Heechul is going to get rid of it as soon as Hankyung leaves, he hates the sight of the thing. He'll tell Sungmin that it kills your brain cells. Sungmin should fall for it. He sighs again, and Hankyung stands up and leaves the room. Heechul is beginning to think that Hankyung would only notice him if he himself is on the screen, and he stares miserably at it, cursing its very existence.
Hankyung comes back through with two cold bottles of beer from Heechul's fridge, and a DVD that Heechul has never seen before in his hand. He hands Heechul one of the beer bottles and motions to the DVD. "I brought this over," he said. "I thought we could watch it."
"What is it?" Heechul takes it from him and looks it over. It's some Chinese mafia film, and god, it's even subtitled, that's kind of adorable. He sighs for the third time and passes it back. "Fine," he says. "Whatever."
Hankyung grins at him and Heechul struggles against smiling back, and then goes and puts the disc in the player. He sits down, and after picking up the remote, Heechul thinks fuck it, and curls up against his side, and Hankyung shifts a little so Heechul's head is under his shoulder and his arm is around Heechul's shoulder. He reaches up with his other hand and switches the light off. Heechul wishes they had a blanket over them, it would have made this scene completely corny. Also, he feels stupidly happy that Hankyung just accepted their positions without any sort of protest. It makes him think he might be onto something.
He falls asleep at some point, and wakes the next morning to find that he's been moved from the living room to his bedroom, and although Hankyung hasn't undressed him, he's removed his socks and taken off the tie he was wearing last night and all of his jewellery, and even taken his hair from the bun he'd piled it in. He runs his hands through the red as he gets sleepily to his feet and pads out into the hallway, where he suddenly perks up because he can smell cooking. He goes into the kitchen to find Hankyung cooking breakfast. He thinks it's so fucking depressing that he's being so domestic and yet not even getting sex out of it.
As he leaves the apartment with Hankyung later in the morning, a woman across the way, who has always disapproved of Heechul and Sungmin because they are younger and prettier and have better social lives than her, gives him a scathing look, clearly adding two and two and getting Heechul-shi is a whore. He's being thought of as a whore without even having sex. He wants to throw himself -- no, scratch that, he wants to throw Hankyung down the elevator shaft, but he can't, because he also wants to tap that.
He gets into work and makes himself a cup of coffee, very strong, and sits at his desk, flicking through his e-mails with no aim in mind. He hates everyone. A couple of girls over in the corner, the girls who keep wanting to make everything pink, and Heechul can't get them to understand the basic concept of colour coordinating and that good graphics have more than just shades of pink and honestly, he loves pink but these girls make him want to give up wearing it, those girls are chattering and giggling about some boyfriend or something. Oh fuck, he thinks the one with the stupid hair got engaged last night. He wants to slap them all. He checks his phone. He draws a picture of Hankyung's face and then stabs his pencil through it. Then he smooths it back out and wishes that he hadn't. Then he writes I hate my life over and over. Then he checks his phone again. And then, Sungmin finally waltzes into the room.
He's wearing one of Siwon's white work shirts with one of Siwon's belts over last night's jeans and appears to be making some sort of statement, judging by the way he comes up to Heechul's desk and stands with a hip cocked and grins at him. Visible above the white shirt, just below the tips of his honey-blond hair (he dyed it the same time as Heechul, they had a day off and were bored) is a love bite, and Sungmin has done nothing to hide it, it's glaringly obvious. Heechul jumps up and grabs his coat.
"I need to get out of here," he says.
They end up at a coffee shop on the corner of the street where their office is. Heechul gives up on something strong and decides to just drown his sorrows in something stupidly sweet. As they sit down, he catches sight of Sungmin's happy, soppy grin and rolls his eyes. "Come on then," he says, and takes a sip of his coffee. "Spill."
"Oh my god," says Sungmin, practically gushing. "Remember when -- remember when we graduated, and I got off with that American guy, who took me to his penthouse for the night, and I said that it was the greatest night of my life? Oh my god, I was so wrong."
"I'm still trying to reconcile the image I have of Siwon with the image you gave me last night," remarks Heechul. "I mean, this is Siwon we're talking about. He's like, twelve, or something."
"Twenty," says Sungmin. "But he has the experience of someone much, much older." His eyes have gone misty. Heechul snorts.
"How on earth does Siwon have experience?" he asks. "I mean, really."
"Two words for you," says Sungmin, taking a drink and then putting his cup back down. "Church camp."
Heechul chokes on his drink.
"And you know?" Sungmin continues, and he smiles in this way that, if it were anyone else, Heechul would want to punch his lights out. "He even walked me to work today. He said that he lived in a bad area and that he didn't want me to get hurt, so he came with me."
"Did you tell him that you used to teach martial arts?" Heechul asks, amused.
"Of course not," says Sungmin. "He wanted to be a gentleman, I wasn't going to compromise that." He grins. "I was late this morning, Shinae saw me walk up to the front doors with him, she wouldn't shut up about him. She thought he was my cousin."
"Stupid bitch," says Heechul, in a comradely fashion.
"So how did last night go for you?" Sungmin probably already knows how it went by the way that Heechul is not immediately rushing to tell him, but he likes being awkward and asks anyway. Heechul glares at his coffee.
"The stupid idiot barely noticed anything past our television," says Heechul. "Which we're getting rid of, by the way."
"We are?" Sungmin looks surprised. "Why?"
"It kills your brain cells," says Heechul ominously.
"It can't have been that bad."
"Oh, it was," assures Heechul. Then he pauses. "Well. Then we watched a film. And it was nice, I guess. And he put me to bed when I fell asleep, and he took my hair out of the bun. My star clip was lying on the dresser when I work up."
"That's so cute," Sungmin practically squeals.
"I know, right?" Heechul is smiling now, remembering the way Hankyung had laughed at something Heechul had said during the movie and the way Heechul had been able to feel it against his ear. Then he stopped, and stared at Sungmin. "Oh my god, what has happened to us?"
Sungmin has apparently had the same, sobering thought. "I know," he says. "We used to laugh at people who got like this."
They stare at each other for a long moment, and then Heechul says; "Please tell me you're at least going on a date."
"Tomorrow," says Sungmin with a happy sigh. "We're going for a meal."
"You'd think you'd get sick of seeing each other in restaurants," says Heechul, and he really would like to be sick when they walk into the Chinese place and Sungmin's greeting is quite coy and Siwon grins and pulls him close to kiss. Heechul glances at Hankyung, at Hankyung's stupid, gorgeous face, and feels the disappointment of last night all the more. He throws himself down into a chair and Hankyung cheerfully stands next to him and asks what he would like to eat. He doesn't even need to write anything down because he and Sungmin always eat the same things. Heechul glares at him. "I don't want anything to eat," he says. "The food here is making me fat."
Hankyung blinks at him. "Okay," he says. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No," says Heechul. "I'm only here to that Sungmin can be desperately cute with lover boy over there." He motions to where Sungmin is sitting on one side of the counter, Siwon cleaning glasses on the other. Sungmin is leaning forward to say something softly, and Siwon's eyes are kind of focused on one spot and Heechul has no doubt that it's on the love bite.
"You're not fat, by the way," says Hankyung, smiling at him, and god, Heechul thinks he's going mad. He needs to get out of here before he does something stupid and tells Hankyung that he thinks his smile is the most attractive thing he's ever seen.
He yells in frustration, and stands up. "Oh my god, I hate you so much," he tells Hankyung, poking him in the chest. "Why are you like this, I just want to--" He yells again, and turns around and storms over to the door, where he wrenches it open and informs Sungmin that he'll see him at work, before he slams the door shut after him. Sungmin, who has hold of Siwon's arm, sighs in an amused sort of way and Siwon looks from the door to Hankyung, who looks a little shocked.
"Smooth, hyung," says Siwon, and Sungmin smothers a laugh in Siwon's arm.
"What on earth did I do?" Hankyung asks, staring at the door. Sungmin laughs again, and Siwon looks at him curiously. Sungmin motions like he'll tell him later. Hankyung groans and throws himself down in the chair that Heechul just vacated and buries his head in his arms on the table.
Heechul almost chokes on his tongue when Sungmin comes back in after lunch with Siwon in tow. "What is he doing here?" he says, gasping a little for breath. Sungmin is clinging to Siwon's arm. All the girls in the room are practically drooling; Siwon looks somewhat self-conscious.
"I thought I'd show him to the girls in casting," says Sungmin cheerfully.
"You mean, see if they'll give him some work?" Heechul looks skeptically at Siwon. "Did you even agree to this?"
"Hyung said it would be a good idea," says Siwon. Heechul rolls his eyes, because Siwon would clearly trust Sungmin to the world and back. Actually, he thinks that, but then Siwon adds; "And Hankyung-hyung thought it would a good way of earning some extra money. What do you think?"
"Me?" Heechul is rather surprised at the question. "I think--" He sees Sungmin glaring at him, as if daring him to tell Siwon that it's a bad idea. Heechul desperately wants to just to see Sungmin's reaction, but instead he sighs and says, "I think you'd be perfect."
Sungmin beams and pulls Siwon out of the room, Siwon looking pleased in a nervous sort of way, and Heechul sighs and slumps down. Then he straightens back up, because that's going to be terrible for his posture. He is immediately accosted by the girls in his department who want to know who Siwon is. The moment he mentions that he's Sungmin's new boyfriend, the pandemonium dies down a little: they know they have no chance against Sungmin.
Sungmin texts him to let him know that the girls in casting loved Siwon and that he's going with him on some sort of amateur fashion shoot. Heechul doesn't want to go home by himself after work finishes and so finds himself pushing the door to the Chinese restaurant open and going inside. Hankyung looks up from cleaning a table and smiles, looking actually pleased to see him. "Hey," he says.
"Hi," says Heechul, and he sits down on one of the chairs around the counter where the till is, and Hankyung stops what he's doing to come over and take his order. He gets a cup of tea and then another and then another and sits there for over four hours, just talking to Hankyung, watching him whenever he jumps up to greet customers or to take orders or to get orders. It's strangely nice. He watches Hankyung's arms as he carries trays, watches the tips of his black hair brush against the base of his neck as he turns his head, watches the line of his throat as he drinks.
"You know," he says, when it's close to closing time and the restaurant is empty apart from the two of them and the cup of tea he hold in his hands is lukewarm at best. "I can't blame you for being dense." He stares at the tea in his cup.
"Hmm?" says Hankyung from somewhere behind him.
"Last night you didn't have a clue what I was trying to do," says Heechul. "But maybe I like the fact that you're a bit of an idiot."
"Nice to know you hold me so highly," says Hankyung, and Heechul can hear him moving something behind him, possibly a chair.
"Don't cry," says Heechul absently in Hankyung's accent. Hankyung has always just laughed whenever Heechul imitates his accent, but the one time Sungmin tried it, Hankyung had practically pushed him off his chair. Heechul sighs and turns around and suddenly Hankyung is pressing him against the counter top and kissing him.
Heechul clutches at Hankyung's shoulders as he kisses back, mouth opening to let Hankyung in with an almost reckless abandon. There's no acting hard to get in this situation. Hankyung pulls him a little closer by the hips and Heechul accidently knocks a plate off the counter, and it falls down the other side. It smashes as they both sink to the floor, Heechul slipping off his stool and onto Hankyung, Hankyung's hands on his waist. It's desperate and fast; Heechul is practically tearing Hankyung's clothes.
Then Hankyung turns them over and holds Heechul's hands above his head and kisses him long, slow and languid. Heechul moans. Hankyung lets go of one of his wrists to pull the band from his hair and threads his fingers through, and Heechul puts the palm of his free hand against Hankyung's cheek. He wants this so much. He can't even bring himself to care that he's about to have sex on the sticky floor of a Chinese restaurant that hasn't even closed for the night yet. All he cares about is unbuttoning Hankyung's work trousers and slipping his hand underneath and the way Hankyung gasps out his name against his ear.
It hurts a little when Hankyung slips a finger inside of him, and he says, slightly hoarse, fingernails digging into Hankyung's shoulders, "Don't you have anything we can use?"
"Butter," says Hankyung, deadpan, as he pulls his hand away.
"Fine," says Heechul. "Fine," and he flips them over, crawls down Hankyung's body and takes him in his mouth in one quick movement. Hankyung lets out a long stream of Chinese, head tipped back so that it cracks off the tiles, and then there's more Chinese, probably swearing, and Heechul thinks it is the single hottest thing he has ever experienced. He runs his tongue against the vein along the underside and then smirks at Hankyung, who has his eyes half-shut and is breathing heavily.
"Come on then," he says, pulling Hankyung back on top of him and wrapping a leg around his waist. "Let's see how you can move those hips, dancer boy."
They end up back at Heechul's apartment, fingers threaded together as Heechul pulls him through the front entrance to the lift, ignoring the look that the doorman gives him. Hankyung presses him against the buttons in the lift, and they end up two floors above where they need to be until Heechul pulls himself together and punches in the right floor number. His plan is to get Hankyung into his bedroom and have another go there, but once through the door of the flat, he notices that the television is on, and when he goes into the main room, it's to find Sungmin sitting in Siwon's lap, legs curled up. Sungmin takes one look at him and goes, "Oh my god."
"Shut up, whore," says Heechul.
"I cannot believe you," says Sungmin. "Even I didn't do it on that floor."
"Hear that, Siwon?" Heechul grins at Siwon, too happy to bitch in any sort of way with conviction. "He doesn't even love you enough to get dirty for you."
"My life is so hard," says Siwon dryly.
Hankyung's mouth presses against his neck softly and Heechul brings one hand up to touch the back of Hankyung's head, and then he takes his hand and pulls him down onto the other chair, sort of on top each other but he likes it anyway. Hankyung murmurs something in Chinese, sounding happy and more than a little soppy. Sometimes, Heechul thinks he's got the greatest life in the universe, and that it really couldn't get better than this.
And then Hankyung touched his thigh, and it did.
Lauren, if you don't get that last line, I will disown you.