#05 [EXO, CHEN/SUHO]
Fandom: EXO
Title: Let Me Be The One [To Save You]
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s)/Focus: Chen/Suho
Length: 1652w
Summary: Jongdae just wants to help Joonmyun forget about the weight on his shoulders.
Remixee author: shanwens
Title of work you remixed: Steam
Link to work you remixed: http://shanwens.livejournal.com/1456.html
It's always cold.
The world has nearly destroyed itself in an effort to eradicate something it doesn't understand. Humans don't understand. It's the age of evolution and humanity is running scared, searching out the most devastating of ways to destroy - or control - the newest evolutionary stage of their species.
Everything lays in waste and ruin, buildings torn asunder and countries leveled to ash as the first fight escalated into a battle that climbed quickly into the ranks of war and no one - normal or advanced - could withstand the brute force of humanity’s hatred and fear.
It's always cold.
Nuclear winter has blanketed the planet and the survivors do their best to stay as hidden as they can in the fear that pockets of the pro-human militia will seek them out amidst the rubble and finish the job.
There are nearly a dozen of them surviving as best they can in the burnt shell of a parking deck, sandwiched between two levels that hold each other together. Jongdae sits amongst them, his breath coming out in steady, visible puffs even as the energy crackles through him anxiously. Joonmyun - their leader and Jongdae's . . . something (he's never been able to stick an accurate label on them) - is out scouting the area and foraging for anything useful to bring back. He's been out in the raging storm for hours and Jongdae's jittery - the electricity he normally has a tight leash on now webbing between his fingers, threatening to escape its restraints.
The rest of them are all huddled around Chanyeol, using him for warmth as his skin glows orange and sienna. He stays just hot enough to keep them defrosted while cool enough not to draw attention with the flicker of live flame. It's almost amusing to watch Minseok squirm ever closer to the heat, his lips a perpetual blue because the poor man had been gifted with the genetic advancement of ice.
(More often than not, they're all woken in the middle of the night by Chanyeol's shriek of surprise when Minseok slips into his makeshift bed just to steal his warmth.)
There's a soft 'pop' followed by an empty spot beside Chanyeol just before Jongin reappears beside Jongdae with a sheepish grin on his face. Jongdae holds out his hand because he knows what Jongin wants. An mp3 player is placed in Jongdae's open palm and he closes his fingers around it and controls the energy surging within him so that it's ideal for charging the device without burning out the circuitry.
This is what Jongdae has been reduced to - a human charger for everyone's electronics. It's not so bad when he figures that at least he can do this while Joonmyun worries about everything and everyone else. A natural born leader, that Joonmyun, but one day it's all going to come crashing down. No one can withstand the demands of their small group indefinitely and Jongdae can see it weighing down Joonmyun's shoulders a little more each day.
He tries to help, but Joonmyun turns him away with a soft smile and a lingering kiss on the corner of Jongdae’s mouth every time, assuring him that he has it all under control, that he’s the eldest so it’s his responsibility. Jongdae has kept silent about it, allowed Joonmyun to have his way because he knows Joonmyun needs it.
But his patience is waning.
Jongdae is the first one to notice the trickle of water snaking its way over to them and he elbows Jongin in the ribs to get his attention. It's the sign that Joonmyun is back and needs to be brought inside.
The only ways in and out of this place are a very narrow crawl-space near the top right corner of the debris, or Jongin popping out into the snow and ice to teleport Joonmyun inside along with his haul. It only takes moments before Jongin is gone from Jongdae's side and then him and Joonmyun materialize, standing near the group huddled around Chanyeol.
There's snow dusted across Joonmyun's shoulders and the tops of his boots, his gloves coated and soaking wet, but he's back and in one piece. Joonmyun's pack isn't very full - a disappointing sight - but he's still smiling when he slides it off and passes it to Yixing to go through. Jongdae is on his feet in an instant, gravitating toward Joonmyun until he's close enough to touch, close enough to kiss.
Joonmyun's lips are purpling and Jongdae feels them warm under his own. It's only the briefest of kisses, but a tiny zap of lightning keeps their lips connected for a second longer.
Worry instantly clouds Joonmyun's face. "Were you that worried? I was only gone a few hours."
"I always worry," Jongdae gripes, sliding his fingertips over Joonmyun's left shoulder to knock some of the snow away. It melts under his touch.
Joonmyun frowns and Jongdae places a hand over his mouth to keep from speaking.
"You worry about everything and everyone. For once, let someone worry about you without complaint."
Chanyeol ambles over and presses a mug of hot watery soup into Joonmyun's hand and he's too preoccupied to protest. Jongdae helps shed the outer layers of Joonmyun's clothing as he slowly sips and the color fills his cheeks again. Jongdae wraps a blanket around his shoulders when he's done and pushes Joonmyun a little in Chanyeol's direction to join the crowd.
“So earlier today was new,” Joonmyun comments in a whisper, his lips nearly brushing Jongdae’s ear.
They’re all tucked in for the night, lights doused and bodies hidden under endless bundles of blankets. (Except for where Baekhyun lays. Jongdae can see the pretty spheres of light dancing beneath his covers from where he’s playing around - probably with Sehun.) Joonmyun and Jongdae have their own pile off to themselves and even if Jongdae can’t see the way Joonmyun is staring at him, he can feel the weight of his gaze.
“What do you mean?” Jongdae questions after failing to stifle a yawn.
“You,” Joonmyun clarifies.
Jongdae grins. “Me.” He’s been wondering when Joonmyun would get around to asking. He’s been dancing around the subject all night. Jongdae rolls onto his side, tiptoeing his fingers over to Joonmyun’s waist to rest as he wiggles closer. It's easy to slip his leg between Joonmyun's thighs, run it up high enough to hear the hitch in Joonmyun's breath.
"Jongdae," Joonmyun breathes.
It's obvious Joonmyun is about to start in on a lecture - a very delicate string of words meant to put Jongdae at ease - so Jongdae cuts him off with a kiss. "Shut up," Jongdae whispers against Joonmyun's mouth before pushing their lips together again.
Joonmyun melts easily under Jongdae's touch, taken by surprise because Jongdae's never been this brazen before. They've been together for years now, facing the worst with only each other to rely on and Jongdae has always let Joonmyun take that first step. Jongdae has let Joonmyun instruct him, guide him, lead him and now it's Jongdae's turn to show Joonmyun the other side of the coin.
"What are you doing?" Joonmyun asks, voice cracking as Jongdae rolls on top of him, the warmth of his lips leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and to the top of his shirt. A soft moan slips through when Jongdae moves up again, nipping gently just beneath Joonmyun's jaw.
This time, when they kiss, Jongdae licks into Joonmyun's open mouth. He feels Joonmyun's hands on his back, twisting and bunching the fabric of his shirt in his fingers before slipping lower and underneath to run up bare skin. A shudder runs all the way to Jongdae's toes and he lifts his leg just enough so he can hear the low noise in Joonmyun's throat as he reacts to the pressure.
It's different; Joonmyun can raze Jongdae to the ground with his kisses and rebuild him with steady, firm hands but now it's Jongdae's turn. Joonmyun is putty in his hold, allowing Jongdae to mold him how he wants.
Jongdae sucks Joonmyun's tongue into his mouth, releasing it when he feels the speeding of Joonmyun's breath on his face. It quickly grows hot under their blankets, but it's too cold to push them aside. Jongdae compromises by dragging Joonmyun's shirt off over his head and then discarding his own, pushing them toward their feet.
Joonmyun's hands are everywhere, that usual ease of control he possesses lost in the depths of Jongdae's kisses. It's enticing and addicting and Jongdae wants to take and take until Joonmyun can't think of anything but the pleasure, the blissful silence that comes with Jongdae's touch.
It's easy to slot himself between Joonmyun's legs, hips together so Joonmyun has more to push down on than just Jongdae's thigh. A strong hand curls in Jongdae's hair, Joonmyun's head tipping back and mouth open in a silent moan as he rolls his hips up.
Fingers fumble hastily with buttons and zippers, trying to get their pants out of the way and it leaves Jongdae fuzzy and elated that he's the one who's thrown Joonmyun off so much.
Their actions halt the moment an ear-piercing shriek cuts sharp into the darkness. It's followed by several unhappy groans and Minseok's soft apology because he's just crawled in with Chanyeol again. Jongdae hears the remnants of Chanyeol complaining about Minseok's feet and nearly lets out a huff of laughter in frustration.
When he looks down, he can make out the features of Joonmyun's face, that look of a leader back in place. The moment is lost and Jongdae slumps on top of Joonmyun, defeated. Joonmyun grunts, shoving his hands between their bodies to push Jongdae to the side so he can breathe. "Sleep," Joonmyun commands.
"You just wait until I get you alone," Jongdae promises. He's pleased to feel Joonmyun shift further into his arms, head tucked under Jongdae's chin.
"I’m looking forward to it."
Title: Let Me Be The One [To Save You]
Rating: PG13
Pairing(s)/Focus: Chen/Suho
Length: 1652w
Summary: Jongdae just wants to help Joonmyun forget about the weight on his shoulders.
Remixee author: shanwens
Title of work you remixed: Steam
Link to work you remixed: http://shanwens.livejournal.com/1456.html
It's always cold.
The world has nearly destroyed itself in an effort to eradicate something it doesn't understand. Humans don't understand. It's the age of evolution and humanity is running scared, searching out the most devastating of ways to destroy - or control - the newest evolutionary stage of their species.
Everything lays in waste and ruin, buildings torn asunder and countries leveled to ash as the first fight escalated into a battle that climbed quickly into the ranks of war and no one - normal or advanced - could withstand the brute force of humanity’s hatred and fear.
It's always cold.
Nuclear winter has blanketed the planet and the survivors do their best to stay as hidden as they can in the fear that pockets of the pro-human militia will seek them out amidst the rubble and finish the job.
There are nearly a dozen of them surviving as best they can in the burnt shell of a parking deck, sandwiched between two levels that hold each other together. Jongdae sits amongst them, his breath coming out in steady, visible puffs even as the energy crackles through him anxiously. Joonmyun - their leader and Jongdae's . . . something (he's never been able to stick an accurate label on them) - is out scouting the area and foraging for anything useful to bring back. He's been out in the raging storm for hours and Jongdae's jittery - the electricity he normally has a tight leash on now webbing between his fingers, threatening to escape its restraints.
The rest of them are all huddled around Chanyeol, using him for warmth as his skin glows orange and sienna. He stays just hot enough to keep them defrosted while cool enough not to draw attention with the flicker of live flame. It's almost amusing to watch Minseok squirm ever closer to the heat, his lips a perpetual blue because the poor man had been gifted with the genetic advancement of ice.
(More often than not, they're all woken in the middle of the night by Chanyeol's shriek of surprise when Minseok slips into his makeshift bed just to steal his warmth.)
There's a soft 'pop' followed by an empty spot beside Chanyeol just before Jongin reappears beside Jongdae with a sheepish grin on his face. Jongdae holds out his hand because he knows what Jongin wants. An mp3 player is placed in Jongdae's open palm and he closes his fingers around it and controls the energy surging within him so that it's ideal for charging the device without burning out the circuitry.
This is what Jongdae has been reduced to - a human charger for everyone's electronics. It's not so bad when he figures that at least he can do this while Joonmyun worries about everything and everyone else. A natural born leader, that Joonmyun, but one day it's all going to come crashing down. No one can withstand the demands of their small group indefinitely and Jongdae can see it weighing down Joonmyun's shoulders a little more each day.
He tries to help, but Joonmyun turns him away with a soft smile and a lingering kiss on the corner of Jongdae’s mouth every time, assuring him that he has it all under control, that he’s the eldest so it’s his responsibility. Jongdae has kept silent about it, allowed Joonmyun to have his way because he knows Joonmyun needs it.
But his patience is waning.
Jongdae is the first one to notice the trickle of water snaking its way over to them and he elbows Jongin in the ribs to get his attention. It's the sign that Joonmyun is back and needs to be brought inside.
The only ways in and out of this place are a very narrow crawl-space near the top right corner of the debris, or Jongin popping out into the snow and ice to teleport Joonmyun inside along with his haul. It only takes moments before Jongin is gone from Jongdae's side and then him and Joonmyun materialize, standing near the group huddled around Chanyeol.
There's snow dusted across Joonmyun's shoulders and the tops of his boots, his gloves coated and soaking wet, but he's back and in one piece. Joonmyun's pack isn't very full - a disappointing sight - but he's still smiling when he slides it off and passes it to Yixing to go through. Jongdae is on his feet in an instant, gravitating toward Joonmyun until he's close enough to touch, close enough to kiss.
Joonmyun's lips are purpling and Jongdae feels them warm under his own. It's only the briefest of kisses, but a tiny zap of lightning keeps their lips connected for a second longer.
Worry instantly clouds Joonmyun's face. "Were you that worried? I was only gone a few hours."
"I always worry," Jongdae gripes, sliding his fingertips over Joonmyun's left shoulder to knock some of the snow away. It melts under his touch.
Joonmyun frowns and Jongdae places a hand over his mouth to keep from speaking.
"You worry about everything and everyone. For once, let someone worry about you without complaint."
Chanyeol ambles over and presses a mug of hot watery soup into Joonmyun's hand and he's too preoccupied to protest. Jongdae helps shed the outer layers of Joonmyun's clothing as he slowly sips and the color fills his cheeks again. Jongdae wraps a blanket around his shoulders when he's done and pushes Joonmyun a little in Chanyeol's direction to join the crowd.
“So earlier today was new,” Joonmyun comments in a whisper, his lips nearly brushing Jongdae’s ear.
They’re all tucked in for the night, lights doused and bodies hidden under endless bundles of blankets. (Except for where Baekhyun lays. Jongdae can see the pretty spheres of light dancing beneath his covers from where he’s playing around - probably with Sehun.) Joonmyun and Jongdae have their own pile off to themselves and even if Jongdae can’t see the way Joonmyun is staring at him, he can feel the weight of his gaze.
“What do you mean?” Jongdae questions after failing to stifle a yawn.
“You,” Joonmyun clarifies.
Jongdae grins. “Me.” He’s been wondering when Joonmyun would get around to asking. He’s been dancing around the subject all night. Jongdae rolls onto his side, tiptoeing his fingers over to Joonmyun’s waist to rest as he wiggles closer. It's easy to slip his leg between Joonmyun's thighs, run it up high enough to hear the hitch in Joonmyun's breath.
"Jongdae," Joonmyun breathes.
It's obvious Joonmyun is about to start in on a lecture - a very delicate string of words meant to put Jongdae at ease - so Jongdae cuts him off with a kiss. "Shut up," Jongdae whispers against Joonmyun's mouth before pushing their lips together again.
Joonmyun melts easily under Jongdae's touch, taken by surprise because Jongdae's never been this brazen before. They've been together for years now, facing the worst with only each other to rely on and Jongdae has always let Joonmyun take that first step. Jongdae has let Joonmyun instruct him, guide him, lead him and now it's Jongdae's turn to show Joonmyun the other side of the coin.
"What are you doing?" Joonmyun asks, voice cracking as Jongdae rolls on top of him, the warmth of his lips leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and to the top of his shirt. A soft moan slips through when Jongdae moves up again, nipping gently just beneath Joonmyun's jaw.
This time, when they kiss, Jongdae licks into Joonmyun's open mouth. He feels Joonmyun's hands on his back, twisting and bunching the fabric of his shirt in his fingers before slipping lower and underneath to run up bare skin. A shudder runs all the way to Jongdae's toes and he lifts his leg just enough so he can hear the low noise in Joonmyun's throat as he reacts to the pressure.
It's different; Joonmyun can raze Jongdae to the ground with his kisses and rebuild him with steady, firm hands but now it's Jongdae's turn. Joonmyun is putty in his hold, allowing Jongdae to mold him how he wants.
Jongdae sucks Joonmyun's tongue into his mouth, releasing it when he feels the speeding of Joonmyun's breath on his face. It quickly grows hot under their blankets, but it's too cold to push them aside. Jongdae compromises by dragging Joonmyun's shirt off over his head and then discarding his own, pushing them toward their feet.
Joonmyun's hands are everywhere, that usual ease of control he possesses lost in the depths of Jongdae's kisses. It's enticing and addicting and Jongdae wants to take and take until Joonmyun can't think of anything but the pleasure, the blissful silence that comes with Jongdae's touch.
It's easy to slot himself between Joonmyun's legs, hips together so Joonmyun has more to push down on than just Jongdae's thigh. A strong hand curls in Jongdae's hair, Joonmyun's head tipping back and mouth open in a silent moan as he rolls his hips up.
Fingers fumble hastily with buttons and zippers, trying to get their pants out of the way and it leaves Jongdae fuzzy and elated that he's the one who's thrown Joonmyun off so much.
Their actions halt the moment an ear-piercing shriek cuts sharp into the darkness. It's followed by several unhappy groans and Minseok's soft apology because he's just crawled in with Chanyeol again. Jongdae hears the remnants of Chanyeol complaining about Minseok's feet and nearly lets out a huff of laughter in frustration.
When he looks down, he can make out the features of Joonmyun's face, that look of a leader back in place. The moment is lost and Jongdae slumps on top of Joonmyun, defeated. Joonmyun grunts, shoving his hands between their bodies to push Jongdae to the side so he can breathe. "Sleep," Joonmyun commands.
"You just wait until I get you alone," Jongdae promises. He's pleased to feel Joonmyun shift further into his arms, head tucked under Jongdae's chin.
"I’m looking forward to it."