Rules
Rules
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Xiuhan
Genre; Romance
Summary; Minseok doesn't like to break rules but every rule has an exception.
Word count; 2513
Notes; Written upon request. Note to my readers, sincere apologies for my lack of updates lately, and for how long this request took to fill.
Minseok's life had a lot of rules. When he joined SM Entertainment he got a whole list of them in black and white to sign. When he joined friends on the soccer field, there were more. When he went home, he had his own set of rules, of what went where and how he could act. Minseok liked his life full of rules and neat lines and boxes. He eliminated anything crooked to the best of his ability.
Which was probably why he almost abandoned his fledgling friendship with Luhan as soon as it began.
Luhan was a walking disaster zone in Minseok's eyes. He didn't feel the need to get into the shower as soon as he stepped off the soccer field like Minseok did. Sometimes he showed up for things late, or even a little too early. Minseok swore he would never go to Luhan's place or have Luhan over to his, because he was sure he wouldn't be able to handle seeing how he lived. But more than that, Luhan was messy on a deeper level. His feelings for the people around him seemed all over the place, given easily, changing constantly. And Minseok felt messy, too, when he dealt with Luhan, like he didn't know if this guy was his new best friend or someone he'd rather never come into contact with again. He hated the ambiguity. Without clearly defined emotions, there were no clearly defined rules.
Minseok tried very, very hard to ignore Luhan and push him away. Luhan, it turned out, was exhaustingly persistent. No matter how many times he brushed Luhan off, he was always there the next day with a new offer. He smiled too much when Minseok was too cold. He continued to reach for something Minseok wasn't offering, and Minseok wondered if he was oblivious intentionally or accidentally. Minseok realized the answer was neither after their next soccer game together. In fact, he was a lot smarter and more aware than Minseok ever gave him credit for.
I don't know what you want from me, was grumbled into Minseok's gym bag as he packed his things away to head home, tired but clean, and the smell of sweat and grass invaded him as Luhan moved closer and replied, Just to be your friend, and the look he gave him, something between hurt, determined, and challenging, made a weight sink in Minseok's stomach, full of guilt. Minseok wished Luhan would take a shower but there were worse things than smelling like soccer, and one of those things was being as cold and heartless as Minseok had been to Luhan over some fairly petty things. Then Luhan left to head for the shower room and Minseok was left feeling like he was the dirty one.
Minseok waited for Luhan to be done in the shower, then invited him back to his place.
~~~~~
Minseok knew, deep down, that it was his fault this whirlwind of chaos was in his life. He knew if he'd stayed the course and blocked Luhan from becoming close to him that he could have avoided this. Luhan didn't know all the rules, didn't know that after you washed a dish you had to dry it and put it away exactly where you got it in the first place, for instance. Or that the pillows on the couch weren't actually there to be used as pillows and should be placed back where they came from if they ever had to be moved.
Minseok thought every now and then of a Luhan-free life. Of what it would have been like to have gone back to that first time he invited Luhan over and ignore his attack of morals, go home without Luhan, never let him into his home.
Minseok imagined no muddy shoe prints on his floors, no random spills of food or drinks on his counters, everything exactly as neat and clean and organized as he'd left it. He imagined not having to deal with finding Luhan asleep on his sofa, the blanket dragged off the back of the couch to cover him as he got some much needed sleep.
He imagined no wide-open-mouthed laughter at his stories, and no big smiles with bright eyes when he made Luhan happy. No backhugs or front hugs, hands on his arm or back, never sitting in front of the couch while Luhan was sleeping and laying his head down near Luhan's and dozing off with him only to wake up a little while later to the sight of Luhan blinking sleep from his eyes. He imagined never feeling that racing of his heart as he became Luhan's whole world for the brief time between his sleeping and waking.
Minseok didn't think taking care of a few dishes and spills was an unreasonable sacrifice, in the end.
~~~~~
One of the rules Minseok had signed his name to upon entering the company was about not dating, and there was even a special sub-section of the rule about not dating within the company.
Minseok was a rule-follower. And at the time of signing, he'd been certain he'd have no love interests while his focus was on work. He'd hoped to make friends, and been very successful, but if anyone had tried to tell him at that time that he'd make one very close friend and then fall for him and find himself daydreaming about breaking that one rule, he would have thought that person was crazy.
Luhan made Minseok feel like his heart and head were a complete mess. He wasn't going to try anything with Luhan, ever, for the sake of both of their careers and because he didn't think he could handle the rejection from his friend if it turned out he didn't feel the same. He didn't think he could handle the mess he'd become whether his feelings were reciprocated or not.
But, oh, did Luhan make resistance difficult sometimes. Sometimes he would lean in and whisper a translation into Minseok's ear when one of the foreign trainees spoke in Chinese and Minseok would barely hear the words over the rushing in his head. Other times he would put on his eye smiles as he called Minseok his little Baozi, pinching at his cheeks, and Minseok would brush those hands away because people weren't allowed to touch his face, thank you very much, but his cheeks would still be burning from the words and the touch even much later, and he would avoid letting Luhan see his face for as long as it took for the blush to die down. There were times when Luhan would kiss Minseok, nothing Earth shattering, no fireworks erupting, more of a dry nudge of lips against lips that barely passed as a kiss but would leave Minseok wondering about how young men in China were being raised to treat their friends as Luhan always acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary, though Minseok did notice that he could never get the opinions of the other Chinese trainees on that particular subject because somehow, coincidentally, he and Luhan were always alone when these kisses took place, and Minseok felt too awkward about the topic to actually bring it up with the other guys.
Minseok felt like he was the eye of the storm that was Luhan sometimes. That they were so vastly different, an eccentric and noticed ball of chaos beside a speck of calm blurring into the background, but now so many years into their friendship he couldn't imagine them parting ways, couldn't picture one without the other. Wished that they could be more than practically inseparable friends. Knew that was all he could have, and that he would have to settle for what he'd been given, for what he'd signed up for.
Luhan had signed the same style of contract Minseok had. Of course, Minseok didn't know all the details, but he knew that all of their contracts contained the clause about relationships. Minseok was a man with his feet firmly on the ground, so he knew it wouldn't do to dwell on dreams of Luhan somehow not only seeing him as more than a friend but also being willing to go against his contract for something as ultimately worthless as some kind of relationship with Minseok. They shared meals, they practiced, they played soccer, they talked, and at the end of each night they parted ways, and Minseok figured all was as it should have been. He could long for things that would never be if he wanted to spend his time on that, but the facts were the facts and frankly Minseok liked living with facts. As he scrubbed another new mud stain from his carpet, he let himself imagine briefly what it would be like to be the kind of guy who could dwell on dreams.
~~~~~
Luhan was the kind of guy who dwelled on dreams. So maybe Minseok should have seen this coming.
Their game had run later than expected, and neither Luhan nor Minseok had had time to shower before they'd had to catch their ride back. Minseok's place was closer, and he let Luhan up under the condition that they both immediately jump into the shower because he didn't want Luhan on any of his furniture in his current state. Still, the adrenaline from the game was coursing through both of them, the rush of victory leaving them feeling high, and when the living room door shut, they started whooping about it again the way they'd done on the field. Minseok stripped his sweaty shirt off just before Luhan managed to reach out for him, pulling him close, spinning him until they were both dizzy.
The way you hit that shot, Luhan recounted excitedly, twirling away long enough to kick his leg out and approximate Minseok's game-winning goal.
Couldn't have got that far without your pass, Minseok insisted as he was spun around again. Luhan's arms were around him, his smell still the same as it had been those years ago in the locker room when he'd finally decided to give in to this friendship. Minseok didn't mind it the way he had then.
So humble, Luhan seemed to purr as he finally stopped their spinning, but Minseok wasn't getting any less dizzy because very suddenly lips were pressing against his own, not nudging or brushing the way they always had but pressing, asking, and Minseok was too high to turn them away. Luhan had never been one to follow rules. Minseok was learning that sometimes breaking rules wasn't all that bad. He kissed back hungrily, years of pent up emotions and confusion draining away through their lips as Minseok realized he didn't need to put a neat little label on everything and maybe this wasn't anything, maybe they were still just friends, maybe they were going to grow old together, maybe it really didn't matter all that much at the moment because Luhan's tongue had snuck its way into his mouth and really Minseok didn't need to be thinking of anything that wasn't directly about that.
When Luhan tugged him along until he sank to the couch, Minseok didn't fight. He didn't care about the sweat soaking into his furniture, didn't care about how much he'd have to clean later. He cared about Luhan's mouth, about sliding onto Luhan's lap and rolling gently against him, then much harder as Luhan pulled their bodies together. And he cared very much about the way Luhan moaned into his mouth and how he wanted to make him make more of those sounds.
Minseok's tired body found a new burst of energy as he rutted desperately against Luhan, as much for Luhan's pleasure as his own. He turned his head to kiss at Luhan's neck and received lungfuls of that sweat and grass smell, and that was okay, because Minseok knew he smelled the same, and that Luhan wasn't like him, didn't need to be perfectly pristine at all times, that he could enjoy this one part of his life being a complete mess because it was more than worth it, a point fully emphasized when a pair of hand slipped down the back of his shorts to squeeze at his skin and pull him closer, harder.
Wanted this... for so long... Luhan was gasping out as his hips moved faster against Minseok's, and Minseok's pleasure was only heightened by his slightly faltering Korean and his accent. His hands gripped at Luhan's hair as he ground himself down against the Chinese man's willing body, nodding his agreement to the sentiment and sliding his lips back to Luhan's. Their kiss was teeth and tongues, brutal as their bodies hitting wildly together, sloppy in a way that should have been turning Minseok off but was only turning him on more, unpracticed to the point that Minseok knew they should have been trying this much, much sooner so that by this point he'd already know each line and curve of Luhan's mouth and exactly how hard to bite his lip to make him gasp in just the right way, though even without all the practice he was still doing a good job of making Luhan gasp and writhe so he wouldn't allow himself to get too hung up on that.
As his hips moved faster, Minseok let out sounds that were more whines than moans, and when the friction of their bodies brought him to release - far sooner than he would have liked, though perhaps Luhan would take the speed as a compliment - he cried out against Luhan's lips, his body shaking through the bursts of pleasure that softened into slow waves as they left his core to head out toward his extremities and fade gently from his toes and fingertips. Luhan's movements grew rougher after that as he murmured, God, Minseok, you're so hot when you come for me, and Minseok didn't slow down his movements either despite his oversensitivity and completely ignoring the tacky feeling in his shorts.
Perhaps it had been the adrenaline rushing them along, or maybe the newness of it all, but Luhan wasn't far behind Minseok at all and when he came, moaning Minseok's name, he went tense, clung hard, thrust up against Minseok's soft body until he'd finished, and then sank back against the couch. But while their bodies stopped moving, their lips remained active, pressing gently, assuring things beyond the moment that they could discuss when they both had the energy, though Minseok hoped the conversation would happen sooner rather than later. His kisses continued across Luhan's cheek and back down to his neck where he could take in Luhan's smell again, revel in the fact that for once he didn't mind it. And finally it was Luhan who muttered that they really needed to get started on that shower, but Minseok wasn't quite ready yet, and he found that breaking the rules this once would be just fine, if it meant he could have something so worth it.
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Xiuhan
Genre; Romance
Summary; Minseok doesn't like to break rules but every rule has an exception.
Word count; 2513
Notes; Written upon request. Note to my readers, sincere apologies for my lack of updates lately, and for how long this request took to fill.
Minseok's life had a lot of rules. When he joined SM Entertainment he got a whole list of them in black and white to sign. When he joined friends on the soccer field, there were more. When he went home, he had his own set of rules, of what went where and how he could act. Minseok liked his life full of rules and neat lines and boxes. He eliminated anything crooked to the best of his ability.
Which was probably why he almost abandoned his fledgling friendship with Luhan as soon as it began.
Luhan was a walking disaster zone in Minseok's eyes. He didn't feel the need to get into the shower as soon as he stepped off the soccer field like Minseok did. Sometimes he showed up for things late, or even a little too early. Minseok swore he would never go to Luhan's place or have Luhan over to his, because he was sure he wouldn't be able to handle seeing how he lived. But more than that, Luhan was messy on a deeper level. His feelings for the people around him seemed all over the place, given easily, changing constantly. And Minseok felt messy, too, when he dealt with Luhan, like he didn't know if this guy was his new best friend or someone he'd rather never come into contact with again. He hated the ambiguity. Without clearly defined emotions, there were no clearly defined rules.
Minseok tried very, very hard to ignore Luhan and push him away. Luhan, it turned out, was exhaustingly persistent. No matter how many times he brushed Luhan off, he was always there the next day with a new offer. He smiled too much when Minseok was too cold. He continued to reach for something Minseok wasn't offering, and Minseok wondered if he was oblivious intentionally or accidentally. Minseok realized the answer was neither after their next soccer game together. In fact, he was a lot smarter and more aware than Minseok ever gave him credit for.
I don't know what you want from me, was grumbled into Minseok's gym bag as he packed his things away to head home, tired but clean, and the smell of sweat and grass invaded him as Luhan moved closer and replied, Just to be your friend, and the look he gave him, something between hurt, determined, and challenging, made a weight sink in Minseok's stomach, full of guilt. Minseok wished Luhan would take a shower but there were worse things than smelling like soccer, and one of those things was being as cold and heartless as Minseok had been to Luhan over some fairly petty things. Then Luhan left to head for the shower room and Minseok was left feeling like he was the dirty one.
Minseok waited for Luhan to be done in the shower, then invited him back to his place.
~~~~~
Minseok knew, deep down, that it was his fault this whirlwind of chaos was in his life. He knew if he'd stayed the course and blocked Luhan from becoming close to him that he could have avoided this. Luhan didn't know all the rules, didn't know that after you washed a dish you had to dry it and put it away exactly where you got it in the first place, for instance. Or that the pillows on the couch weren't actually there to be used as pillows and should be placed back where they came from if they ever had to be moved.
Minseok thought every now and then of a Luhan-free life. Of what it would have been like to have gone back to that first time he invited Luhan over and ignore his attack of morals, go home without Luhan, never let him into his home.
Minseok imagined no muddy shoe prints on his floors, no random spills of food or drinks on his counters, everything exactly as neat and clean and organized as he'd left it. He imagined not having to deal with finding Luhan asleep on his sofa, the blanket dragged off the back of the couch to cover him as he got some much needed sleep.
He imagined no wide-open-mouthed laughter at his stories, and no big smiles with bright eyes when he made Luhan happy. No backhugs or front hugs, hands on his arm or back, never sitting in front of the couch while Luhan was sleeping and laying his head down near Luhan's and dozing off with him only to wake up a little while later to the sight of Luhan blinking sleep from his eyes. He imagined never feeling that racing of his heart as he became Luhan's whole world for the brief time between his sleeping and waking.
Minseok didn't think taking care of a few dishes and spills was an unreasonable sacrifice, in the end.
~~~~~
One of the rules Minseok had signed his name to upon entering the company was about not dating, and there was even a special sub-section of the rule about not dating within the company.
Minseok was a rule-follower. And at the time of signing, he'd been certain he'd have no love interests while his focus was on work. He'd hoped to make friends, and been very successful, but if anyone had tried to tell him at that time that he'd make one very close friend and then fall for him and find himself daydreaming about breaking that one rule, he would have thought that person was crazy.
Luhan made Minseok feel like his heart and head were a complete mess. He wasn't going to try anything with Luhan, ever, for the sake of both of their careers and because he didn't think he could handle the rejection from his friend if it turned out he didn't feel the same. He didn't think he could handle the mess he'd become whether his feelings were reciprocated or not.
But, oh, did Luhan make resistance difficult sometimes. Sometimes he would lean in and whisper a translation into Minseok's ear when one of the foreign trainees spoke in Chinese and Minseok would barely hear the words over the rushing in his head. Other times he would put on his eye smiles as he called Minseok his little Baozi, pinching at his cheeks, and Minseok would brush those hands away because people weren't allowed to touch his face, thank you very much, but his cheeks would still be burning from the words and the touch even much later, and he would avoid letting Luhan see his face for as long as it took for the blush to die down. There were times when Luhan would kiss Minseok, nothing Earth shattering, no fireworks erupting, more of a dry nudge of lips against lips that barely passed as a kiss but would leave Minseok wondering about how young men in China were being raised to treat their friends as Luhan always acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary, though Minseok did notice that he could never get the opinions of the other Chinese trainees on that particular subject because somehow, coincidentally, he and Luhan were always alone when these kisses took place, and Minseok felt too awkward about the topic to actually bring it up with the other guys.
Minseok felt like he was the eye of the storm that was Luhan sometimes. That they were so vastly different, an eccentric and noticed ball of chaos beside a speck of calm blurring into the background, but now so many years into their friendship he couldn't imagine them parting ways, couldn't picture one without the other. Wished that they could be more than practically inseparable friends. Knew that was all he could have, and that he would have to settle for what he'd been given, for what he'd signed up for.
Luhan had signed the same style of contract Minseok had. Of course, Minseok didn't know all the details, but he knew that all of their contracts contained the clause about relationships. Minseok was a man with his feet firmly on the ground, so he knew it wouldn't do to dwell on dreams of Luhan somehow not only seeing him as more than a friend but also being willing to go against his contract for something as ultimately worthless as some kind of relationship with Minseok. They shared meals, they practiced, they played soccer, they talked, and at the end of each night they parted ways, and Minseok figured all was as it should have been. He could long for things that would never be if he wanted to spend his time on that, but the facts were the facts and frankly Minseok liked living with facts. As he scrubbed another new mud stain from his carpet, he let himself imagine briefly what it would be like to be the kind of guy who could dwell on dreams.
~~~~~
Luhan was the kind of guy who dwelled on dreams. So maybe Minseok should have seen this coming.
Their game had run later than expected, and neither Luhan nor Minseok had had time to shower before they'd had to catch their ride back. Minseok's place was closer, and he let Luhan up under the condition that they both immediately jump into the shower because he didn't want Luhan on any of his furniture in his current state. Still, the adrenaline from the game was coursing through both of them, the rush of victory leaving them feeling high, and when the living room door shut, they started whooping about it again the way they'd done on the field. Minseok stripped his sweaty shirt off just before Luhan managed to reach out for him, pulling him close, spinning him until they were both dizzy.
The way you hit that shot, Luhan recounted excitedly, twirling away long enough to kick his leg out and approximate Minseok's game-winning goal.
Couldn't have got that far without your pass, Minseok insisted as he was spun around again. Luhan's arms were around him, his smell still the same as it had been those years ago in the locker room when he'd finally decided to give in to this friendship. Minseok didn't mind it the way he had then.
So humble, Luhan seemed to purr as he finally stopped their spinning, but Minseok wasn't getting any less dizzy because very suddenly lips were pressing against his own, not nudging or brushing the way they always had but pressing, asking, and Minseok was too high to turn them away. Luhan had never been one to follow rules. Minseok was learning that sometimes breaking rules wasn't all that bad. He kissed back hungrily, years of pent up emotions and confusion draining away through their lips as Minseok realized he didn't need to put a neat little label on everything and maybe this wasn't anything, maybe they were still just friends, maybe they were going to grow old together, maybe it really didn't matter all that much at the moment because Luhan's tongue had snuck its way into his mouth and really Minseok didn't need to be thinking of anything that wasn't directly about that.
When Luhan tugged him along until he sank to the couch, Minseok didn't fight. He didn't care about the sweat soaking into his furniture, didn't care about how much he'd have to clean later. He cared about Luhan's mouth, about sliding onto Luhan's lap and rolling gently against him, then much harder as Luhan pulled their bodies together. And he cared very much about the way Luhan moaned into his mouth and how he wanted to make him make more of those sounds.
Minseok's tired body found a new burst of energy as he rutted desperately against Luhan, as much for Luhan's pleasure as his own. He turned his head to kiss at Luhan's neck and received lungfuls of that sweat and grass smell, and that was okay, because Minseok knew he smelled the same, and that Luhan wasn't like him, didn't need to be perfectly pristine at all times, that he could enjoy this one part of his life being a complete mess because it was more than worth it, a point fully emphasized when a pair of hand slipped down the back of his shorts to squeeze at his skin and pull him closer, harder.
Wanted this... for so long... Luhan was gasping out as his hips moved faster against Minseok's, and Minseok's pleasure was only heightened by his slightly faltering Korean and his accent. His hands gripped at Luhan's hair as he ground himself down against the Chinese man's willing body, nodding his agreement to the sentiment and sliding his lips back to Luhan's. Their kiss was teeth and tongues, brutal as their bodies hitting wildly together, sloppy in a way that should have been turning Minseok off but was only turning him on more, unpracticed to the point that Minseok knew they should have been trying this much, much sooner so that by this point he'd already know each line and curve of Luhan's mouth and exactly how hard to bite his lip to make him gasp in just the right way, though even without all the practice he was still doing a good job of making Luhan gasp and writhe so he wouldn't allow himself to get too hung up on that.
As his hips moved faster, Minseok let out sounds that were more whines than moans, and when the friction of their bodies brought him to release - far sooner than he would have liked, though perhaps Luhan would take the speed as a compliment - he cried out against Luhan's lips, his body shaking through the bursts of pleasure that softened into slow waves as they left his core to head out toward his extremities and fade gently from his toes and fingertips. Luhan's movements grew rougher after that as he murmured, God, Minseok, you're so hot when you come for me, and Minseok didn't slow down his movements either despite his oversensitivity and completely ignoring the tacky feeling in his shorts.
Perhaps it had been the adrenaline rushing them along, or maybe the newness of it all, but Luhan wasn't far behind Minseok at all and when he came, moaning Minseok's name, he went tense, clung hard, thrust up against Minseok's soft body until he'd finished, and then sank back against the couch. But while their bodies stopped moving, their lips remained active, pressing gently, assuring things beyond the moment that they could discuss when they both had the energy, though Minseok hoped the conversation would happen sooner rather than later. His kisses continued across Luhan's cheek and back down to his neck where he could take in Luhan's smell again, revel in the fact that for once he didn't mind it. And finally it was Luhan who muttered that they really needed to get started on that shower, but Minseok wasn't quite ready yet, and he found that breaking the rules this once would be just fine, if it meant he could have something so worth it.