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Title: Push
Genre: romance
Pairing: Eric/Hyesung
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
He pushes Eric away, except when it matters most. When they’re alone, in their quit moments. Head in the others lap ~ usually Eric’s in his ~ and not even in ‘that’ way. But, yes, also sometimes in ‘that’ way.
It’s always him doing the pushing too. They planned it that way. Allowing only few intimate moments to slip through. But to keep up appearances, they are always talking about how ‘awkward’ they are together. Oil and Water.
And what a used-up word it is. Awkward. Hyesung can’t imagine anyone living together as friends or brothers, hell even merely co-workers, for this long and still be considered awkward. But it’s a diversion. Of course it is. Think one thing, say another, act… it’s all some kind of act. Everything is in one form or another. It’s their fixed personality. Chosen for them or sometimes grown into… and others abandoned. Then revisited.
His manager is right. He does think too much. It should be as natural as choosing someone to cry, or say something stupid….
The kissing is a bit much. What are they ~ girls?
But the fans love it. And isn’t that the point? More attention, more love, more money. Everyone wins with a few simple gestures. But he has to push Eric away. That’s what bugs him. Eric with his dark eyes and child-like smile. Almost reminiscent of a cute baby animal. A puppy perhaps.
“Hyesungah. Katchi kaja~” He calls. Running a few meters behind. “My bepu Hyesung.” It’s so unbelievably cute you want to turn around and cuddle him. But instead, you only half look-back to tell him to bring your jumper. You’ve watched this part a few times and can even remember the feeling of him holding your sleeve.
It used to be a code, so it’s almost an annoyance that he’s begun doing it everywhere now. Pinching the little bit of material just above the elbow of Hyesung’s sleeve. Now, coupled with his agyeo, makes Hyesung want to punch Eric right then and there, but he endures it. Uses the feeling to playfully rebuke Eric. The only times he’s ever comfortable doing it. He’ll deal with Eric later. But not much later. Because irritation isn’t the only thought it brings. The hint. The code. He suppresses those thoughts with images of dead things, old men in the sauna, anything. Since now, even more with the newest technology ~ready to capture some picture that perverted fan-girls really went for these days.
He’d deal with Eric.
It’s usually never at a concert, since they have to focus there, but everywhere else is fair game.
Eric will grab Hyesung’s shirt or a little bit of skin. Just above the elbow. In dark places. Behind other people. Subtly. It’s a code. It means: find us a place. Quickly. Sometimes Hyesung would blush or go hard. But usually it didn’t matter when no one was paying attention.
Then… they would be behind the nearest closed door. Closet, dressing room, in the van. Whatever worked. Eric pushed against the wall, or on his back. Hyesung writhing against him. Trying to get some friction happening, until pants were removed ~ sometimes shirts. And usually it was Hyesung on his knees first. Eager to get that big, sexy cock in his mouth. Feeling his lips stretch around. Listening to how he could make Eric moan. But sometimes it was Eric on all fours. Hand pressed against the wall or van door to keep from hitting his head. A task too difficult when getting a great fucking. Deep and fast.
But maybe there was just enough time for a mutual jerk-off, then a quick clean-up with the tissues they carried. And never any cuddling. That kind of shit they save for the fans. Then exit like it never happened. Even when it was obvious that it did. No judgement made. Every one of them did it. But this code was their own.
He shoves the grinning man against the dressing room door. Not rough but firmly. Just enough to mean business. The smile is no longer cute and dopey, but a very clear try for wry. He thinks he’s gotten the best of Hyesung. And he’s right.
“You can’t keep doing that.” Hyesung pounds a fist close to Eric’s head. He’s actually punched Eric in the face before, but the situation isn’t quite that dire. He’s just putting it out there.
“You’ve held that in too long.” It’s half-scolding/half-teasing. Coupled with the grin, it proves a point. Or is supposed to anyway. But Hyesung still wants to be angry.
“But why? You’re deliberately trying to piss me off.” His already small mouth is a tiny line, his nostrils flare.
Eric’s smile changes. it’s no longer mocking. “Kyo, it helped. Didn’t it? You have to keep pushing me away. We’re Oil and Water couple, you know.”
Hyesung breathed out a little laugh. And with it, all the stress and doubt he had carried those few weeks. He nodded.
“Good! So get your head in the game and I promise not to piss you off anymore.” Then with another smirk, “well… not as much.” He pulled Hyesung close. “So… they’ll let us have the room for a little while longer. They know what always happens after the two of us fight.”
He pressed his mouth against Hyesung’s, and Hyesung melted into him.
Genre: romance
Pairing: Eric/Hyesung
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
He pushes Eric away, except when it matters most. When they’re alone, in their quit moments. Head in the others lap ~ usually Eric’s in his ~ and not even in ‘that’ way. But, yes, also sometimes in ‘that’ way.
It’s always him doing the pushing too. They planned it that way. Allowing only few intimate moments to slip through. But to keep up appearances, they are always talking about how ‘awkward’ they are together. Oil and Water.
And what a used-up word it is. Awkward. Hyesung can’t imagine anyone living together as friends or brothers, hell even merely co-workers, for this long and still be considered awkward. But it’s a diversion. Of course it is. Think one thing, say another, act… it’s all some kind of act. Everything is in one form or another. It’s their fixed personality. Chosen for them or sometimes grown into… and others abandoned. Then revisited.
His manager is right. He does think too much. It should be as natural as choosing someone to cry, or say something stupid….
The kissing is a bit much. What are they ~ girls?
But the fans love it. And isn’t that the point? More attention, more love, more money. Everyone wins with a few simple gestures. But he has to push Eric away. That’s what bugs him. Eric with his dark eyes and child-like smile. Almost reminiscent of a cute baby animal. A puppy perhaps.
“Hyesungah. Katchi kaja~” He calls. Running a few meters behind. “My bepu Hyesung.” It’s so unbelievably cute you want to turn around and cuddle him. But instead, you only half look-back to tell him to bring your jumper. You’ve watched this part a few times and can even remember the feeling of him holding your sleeve.
It used to be a code, so it’s almost an annoyance that he’s begun doing it everywhere now. Pinching the little bit of material just above the elbow of Hyesung’s sleeve. Now, coupled with his agyeo, makes Hyesung want to punch Eric right then and there, but he endures it. Uses the feeling to playfully rebuke Eric. The only times he’s ever comfortable doing it. He’ll deal with Eric later. But not much later. Because irritation isn’t the only thought it brings. The hint. The code. He suppresses those thoughts with images of dead things, old men in the sauna, anything. Since now, even more with the newest technology ~ready to capture some picture that perverted fan-girls really went for these days.
He’d deal with Eric.
It’s usually never at a concert, since they have to focus there, but everywhere else is fair game.
Eric will grab Hyesung’s shirt or a little bit of skin. Just above the elbow. In dark places. Behind other people. Subtly. It’s a code. It means: find us a place. Quickly. Sometimes Hyesung would blush or go hard. But usually it didn’t matter when no one was paying attention.
Then… they would be behind the nearest closed door. Closet, dressing room, in the van. Whatever worked. Eric pushed against the wall, or on his back. Hyesung writhing against him. Trying to get some friction happening, until pants were removed ~ sometimes shirts. And usually it was Hyesung on his knees first. Eager to get that big, sexy cock in his mouth. Feeling his lips stretch around. Listening to how he could make Eric moan. But sometimes it was Eric on all fours. Hand pressed against the wall or van door to keep from hitting his head. A task too difficult when getting a great fucking. Deep and fast.
But maybe there was just enough time for a mutual jerk-off, then a quick clean-up with the tissues they carried. And never any cuddling. That kind of shit they save for the fans. Then exit like it never happened. Even when it was obvious that it did. No judgement made. Every one of them did it. But this code was their own.
He shoves the grinning man against the dressing room door. Not rough but firmly. Just enough to mean business. The smile is no longer cute and dopey, but a very clear try for wry. He thinks he’s gotten the best of Hyesung. And he’s right.
“You can’t keep doing that.” Hyesung pounds a fist close to Eric’s head. He’s actually punched Eric in the face before, but the situation isn’t quite that dire. He’s just putting it out there.
“You’ve held that in too long.” It’s half-scolding/half-teasing. Coupled with the grin, it proves a point. Or is supposed to anyway. But Hyesung still wants to be angry.
“But why? You’re deliberately trying to piss me off.” His already small mouth is a tiny line, his nostrils flare.
Eric’s smile changes. it’s no longer mocking. “Kyo, it helped. Didn’t it? You have to keep pushing me away. We’re Oil and Water couple, you know.”
Hyesung breathed out a little laugh. And with it, all the stress and doubt he had carried those few weeks. He nodded.
“Good! So get your head in the game and I promise not to piss you off anymore.” Then with another smirk, “well… not as much.” He pulled Hyesung close. “So… they’ll let us have the room for a little while longer. They know what always happens after the two of us fight.”
He pressed his mouth against Hyesung’s, and Hyesung melted into him.