[FanFic] Change Clothes
Title: Change Clothes
Pairing(s): SJM + manager
Kink/Prompt: Inspired by this post and the comment by shieldkitten
Rating: R PWP
Summary: When SJM has extra time before a flight, surely they will rest, won't they?
Airport security leads them into what seems to be a private lounge. The room is spacious and painted a generic blue. The furniture simple yet serviceable. Exactly what you would expect in any company lounge, thinks Hankyung. Call him slow, but he did not think this was their plane. They turn to look questioningly at the woman that led them here. Their flight is scheduled to leave in thirty minutes. Shouldn’t they be boarding the plane?
“We’re sorry,” she apologizes, “the flight has been delayed, it should be at least an hour before departure, please make yourselves as comfortable as possible while you wait. We will make sure you are uninterrupted so that you might rest.” Professional smile fixed firmly in place, she gives them a slight bow and exits the room, security following closely at her heels to guard the doors.
The boys groan as they set their luggage down around the couches. They have a tight schedule awaiting them, the last thing they need is a delay.
Ryeowook lets his body go limp and throws himself at the nearest couch, ignoring the fact that he looks pathetic and that Henry is already laying there. Henry’s startled oomph is ignored by the exhausted boys as they all look for their own comfortable place to rest. Much to Siwon’s delight, Donghae decides that the most comfortable place in the room is Siwon’s lap.
Their manager is still standing by the door. He takes another look at his exhausted charges and decides that if they have an extra hour before departure, the least he can do is let them get some much deserved sleep in peace. He wrestles his laptop from between his own suitcase and the bag Henry carelessly threw on top of it. “Well, since I don’t have hundred of fan girls threatening to rape me if I go anywhere unescorted, I’m going to go find a quiet restaurant with a bar and work in peace while sipping a nice, cold, tropical drink.” He knows he’s going to be accosted as soon as he gets spotted, he’s been in enough airport pictures so that people recognize him as Super Junior M’s manager, but he knows it’s hard to relax when there’s someone with authority around. Hangeng shoots him a grateful look, he knows exactly why he’s leaving.
Less than five seconds after the door shuts behind him, six boys bolt upright, all signs of exhaustion gone from their tense faces as they glance at each other with anticipation. Henry glances around with anticipation from beneath Ryeowook. His current position of being pinned to the couch makes it hard to bolt upright, but he gives it his best anyways. His mom raised no quitter.
Five minutes later they’re still glancing at each other and Henry is tired of trying to shift Ryeowook’s weight so that he might bolt. Hankyung finally realizes that as leader, he has to take the initiative. “Well, what the hell are you all waiting for, someone lock the damn door,” and pounces on Zhoumi who is sitting beside him. Zhoumi, startled by the sudden, but by no means unwelcome, attack, is not able to support Hankyung’s weight and they crash to the ground in a tangle of legs, wandering hands, and fused lips.
Ryeowook shoots off Henry’s lap who is finally able to bolt upright only to be tackled by Kyuhyun. Henry would normally be affronted by such an attack on his person, but the hand tugging on his half hardened cock more than makes up for it.
Ryeowook turns back, his mission of locking the door accomplished. He takes a second to admire the sight before him.
Zhoumi’s pants and underwear have disappeared. His shirt is tangled above his head, covering his face as effectively as a blindfold, but he seems unable to pull it completely off. Hankyung has his lips wrapped around Zhoumi’s cock, he is stroking himself furiously because it doesn’t look like Zhoumi is going to win the battle with the shirt anytime soon to return the favor.
Siwon gave up on trying to find lube with one hand while shoving his tongue down Donghae’s throat and is now prepping him with what looks to be Ryeowook’s hair oil. He shoves two fingers in and out while Donghae mewls and rubs his aching erection against the couch trying to get some friction. Ryeowook watches as Siwon inserts yet another finger into Donghae and whimpers with want.
A moan coming from the other side of the room distracts Ryeowook and he turns to see Henry entering Kyuhyun. He finds Siwon’s missing lube next to them. Henry was not stingy about using it and that left Siwon with the need to purchase more lube and a stain on the carpet they would later have to explain. Kyuhyun moans again and Ryeowook’s cock jerks in response. He realizes that other than poor Zhoumi, he’s the only one in the room who still has clothes on. He quickly sheds his pants and layers of shirts as he heads for the closest pair of writhing boys. Siwon lets him take his position behind Donghae and moves to kneel behind him. Ryeowook slowly shoves into Donghae, relishing the exquisite heat that envelops him inch by inch. Donghae pushes back against him, he was never one for slowly relishing things. He wants to be fucked, fast and rough. Ryeowook smirks down at him as he gives him exactly what he wants. He's always had an accommodating nature. As he thrusts into Donghae, he feels Siwon’s slick fingers probing his own entrance.
Henry’s guttural moan lets them know that his first round is done, but Ryeowook knows that he's far from over. Kyuhyun's throat is good for more than singing.
As Siwon finds that spot within him, he can feel his own climax approaching. He thrusts faster into Donghae, the older boy pulling desperately at his erection.
They all freeze as they hear a heavy thud from the entrance. Their manager is leaning against the closed door with a look of shock frozen on his face. His laptop rests at his feet where it landed after falling from his limp fingers. A keycard is loosely held on his other hand. The thrill of being discovered is a punch of arousal to Ryeowook’s gut and he thrusts even faster into Donghae, sending both of them over the edge. The manager’s eyes go even wider as he watches Donghae come all over himself, his eyes tightly closed and his face twisted in pleasure. “What is going on?” he asks in a weak voice.
“We, we’re playing a prank…” stutters Zhoumi from the depths of his shirt. “Um, changing clothes to see if the... if the fan girls will notice, ha ha ha.” His nervous laughter hangs in the room filled with naked boys and they all turn to look at him incredulously.
“Hey Hyung,” calls Henry from the other side of the room, his smile wicked, his full cheeks flushed, his body sprawled indecently, and his cock still inside Kyuhyun’s mouth, “wanna play?”
The manager glances around at the boys before him. He returns Henry’s smile and walks toward Siwon.
Let it never be said that he doesn’t have a sense of humor.
Pairing(s): SJM + manager
Kink/Prompt: Inspired by this post and the comment by shieldkitten
Rating: R PWP
Summary: When SJM has extra time before a flight, surely they will rest, won't they?
Airport security leads them into what seems to be a private lounge. The room is spacious and painted a generic blue. The furniture simple yet serviceable. Exactly what you would expect in any company lounge, thinks Hankyung. Call him slow, but he did not think this was their plane. They turn to look questioningly at the woman that led them here. Their flight is scheduled to leave in thirty minutes. Shouldn’t they be boarding the plane?
“We’re sorry,” she apologizes, “the flight has been delayed, it should be at least an hour before departure, please make yourselves as comfortable as possible while you wait. We will make sure you are uninterrupted so that you might rest.” Professional smile fixed firmly in place, she gives them a slight bow and exits the room, security following closely at her heels to guard the doors.
The boys groan as they set their luggage down around the couches. They have a tight schedule awaiting them, the last thing they need is a delay.
Ryeowook lets his body go limp and throws himself at the nearest couch, ignoring the fact that he looks pathetic and that Henry is already laying there. Henry’s startled oomph is ignored by the exhausted boys as they all look for their own comfortable place to rest. Much to Siwon’s delight, Donghae decides that the most comfortable place in the room is Siwon’s lap.
Their manager is still standing by the door. He takes another look at his exhausted charges and decides that if they have an extra hour before departure, the least he can do is let them get some much deserved sleep in peace. He wrestles his laptop from between his own suitcase and the bag Henry carelessly threw on top of it. “Well, since I don’t have hundred of fan girls threatening to rape me if I go anywhere unescorted, I’m going to go find a quiet restaurant with a bar and work in peace while sipping a nice, cold, tropical drink.” He knows he’s going to be accosted as soon as he gets spotted, he’s been in enough airport pictures so that people recognize him as Super Junior M’s manager, but he knows it’s hard to relax when there’s someone with authority around. Hangeng shoots him a grateful look, he knows exactly why he’s leaving.
Less than five seconds after the door shuts behind him, six boys bolt upright, all signs of exhaustion gone from their tense faces as they glance at each other with anticipation. Henry glances around with anticipation from beneath Ryeowook. His current position of being pinned to the couch makes it hard to bolt upright, but he gives it his best anyways. His mom raised no quitter.
Five minutes later they’re still glancing at each other and Henry is tired of trying to shift Ryeowook’s weight so that he might bolt. Hankyung finally realizes that as leader, he has to take the initiative. “Well, what the hell are you all waiting for, someone lock the damn door,” and pounces on Zhoumi who is sitting beside him. Zhoumi, startled by the sudden, but by no means unwelcome, attack, is not able to support Hankyung’s weight and they crash to the ground in a tangle of legs, wandering hands, and fused lips.
Ryeowook shoots off Henry’s lap who is finally able to bolt upright only to be tackled by Kyuhyun. Henry would normally be affronted by such an attack on his person, but the hand tugging on his half hardened cock more than makes up for it.
Ryeowook turns back, his mission of locking the door accomplished. He takes a second to admire the sight before him.
Zhoumi’s pants and underwear have disappeared. His shirt is tangled above his head, covering his face as effectively as a blindfold, but he seems unable to pull it completely off. Hankyung has his lips wrapped around Zhoumi’s cock, he is stroking himself furiously because it doesn’t look like Zhoumi is going to win the battle with the shirt anytime soon to return the favor.
Siwon gave up on trying to find lube with one hand while shoving his tongue down Donghae’s throat and is now prepping him with what looks to be Ryeowook’s hair oil. He shoves two fingers in and out while Donghae mewls and rubs his aching erection against the couch trying to get some friction. Ryeowook watches as Siwon inserts yet another finger into Donghae and whimpers with want.
A moan coming from the other side of the room distracts Ryeowook and he turns to see Henry entering Kyuhyun. He finds Siwon’s missing lube next to them. Henry was not stingy about using it and that left Siwon with the need to purchase more lube and a stain on the carpet they would later have to explain. Kyuhyun moans again and Ryeowook’s cock jerks in response. He realizes that other than poor Zhoumi, he’s the only one in the room who still has clothes on. He quickly sheds his pants and layers of shirts as he heads for the closest pair of writhing boys. Siwon lets him take his position behind Donghae and moves to kneel behind him. Ryeowook slowly shoves into Donghae, relishing the exquisite heat that envelops him inch by inch. Donghae pushes back against him, he was never one for slowly relishing things. He wants to be fucked, fast and rough. Ryeowook smirks down at him as he gives him exactly what he wants. He's always had an accommodating nature. As he thrusts into Donghae, he feels Siwon’s slick fingers probing his own entrance.
Henry’s guttural moan lets them know that his first round is done, but Ryeowook knows that he's far from over. Kyuhyun's throat is good for more than singing.
As Siwon finds that spot within him, he can feel his own climax approaching. He thrusts faster into Donghae, the older boy pulling desperately at his erection.
They all freeze as they hear a heavy thud from the entrance. Their manager is leaning against the closed door with a look of shock frozen on his face. His laptop rests at his feet where it landed after falling from his limp fingers. A keycard is loosely held on his other hand. The thrill of being discovered is a punch of arousal to Ryeowook’s gut and he thrusts even faster into Donghae, sending both of them over the edge. The manager’s eyes go even wider as he watches Donghae come all over himself, his eyes tightly closed and his face twisted in pleasure. “What is going on?” he asks in a weak voice.
“We, we’re playing a prank…” stutters Zhoumi from the depths of his shirt. “Um, changing clothes to see if the... if the fan girls will notice, ha ha ha.” His nervous laughter hangs in the room filled with naked boys and they all turn to look at him incredulously.
“Hey Hyung,” calls Henry from the other side of the room, his smile wicked, his full cheeks flushed, his body sprawled indecently, and his cock still inside Kyuhyun’s mouth, “wanna play?”
The manager glances around at the boys before him. He returns Henry’s smile and walks toward Siwon.
Let it never be said that he doesn’t have a sense of humor.