Caught
Title: Caught
Author: Maxime (maxime260)
Pairing: KyuMin (Kyuhyun/Sungmin), HyukMin (Eunhyuk/Sungmin)
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Eunhyuk
Genre: Romance, angst
Rating: R
Summary: Sungmin didn't even know why he had agreed to this. But he had agreed, that's fact.
Caught
Usually, having sex in public is a taboo, something that shouldn't be practised, though it is known as a more exciting thing than the 'traditional', more innocent one. But under those circumstances, there was an even bigger taboo broken - having sex with someone else than with his boyfriend. This is a thing that's so much more immoral than the fact that it's public; one should be loyal to his partner and don't even think of doing inapropriate actions with another person.
Sungmin didn't even know why he had agreed to this. Yeah, maybe it was because his boyfriend hadn't given him what he wanted through the past few days, and yeah, it's always tempting to try out something new. It's not that sex with Kyuhyun had become a routine to him, no - every time they had done it, he had felt as if he made love with him for the very first time. Always as sweet, as passionate and as overwhelming, no matter if it had been their first, fifth or eleventh sex.
But he had agreed, that's fact. He hadn't said it out loud, they hadn't made a spoken agreement but he simply hadn't resisted when Hyukjae had started to pull down his jeans and pants, piece by piece. He hadn't tried to back off when the latter had pushed him to the wall and sucked at his neck and he obviously hadn't protested when the man had turned him around and holding his hands in a strong grip, began to thrust deep into him, deeper than he could even imagine.
There was only this one thing that he hadn't allowed Hyukjae to do to him - kiss him on the lips. Damn, how much he felt like a cheap whore, agreeing on being possessed by the other man but not letting him touch his mouth by even a millimetre; but he didn't care. It was the one thing that belonged only to his boyfriend, only to Kyuhyun. The one thing that reminded him of love, giving love, being loved and making love. And that thing that he did with Hyukjae at that moment was definitely not love. It was just simple sex, without any further meanings, being had because of sexual frustration and hell-knows-what-else. He still didn't know why he was doing it since he didn't even enjoy it at all and felt like a pathetic blown-up doll from a sex shop.
So he was standing there, in the corner of a random, empty dressing room, being literally fucked by his friend. Hyukjae seemed to like it, assuming from all those moans and gasping, and from how much efforts he was making to give Sungmin pleasure. The older one started to feel bad for the man, not seeing anything exciting in this at all, but he still just stood there, pressing his body firmly to the wall and experiencing nothing more but pain. Pain, in his body, there where Hyukjae was working so hard at that moment, but not only this kind of suffering, also pain in his heart, in his mind, in his soul. Yet, he did nothing, he didn't push his friend aside and didn't walk away, he let this thing happen and waited for it to end, with streams of tears falling down his face and praying for nobody to come in and catch them.
He felt how his body became more and more weak and how he started to long for some rest, for a nice place to relax, for a nice person to relax with. He imagined lying on a cosy couch, with Kyuhyun sitting next to him, he imagined putting his head on his boyfriend's lap and dozing lazily ahead, feeling how his lover holds him close and how he brushes his fingers through Sungmin's hair and carefully strokes the soft skin on his face. He wanted to whisper I love you, he needed a pure and delicate kiss, he tried to find safety and security in Hyukjae's presence; but he couldn't.
Where are you, Kyuhyun-ah?
Then the door got slammed open and a person walked in, making quick steps towards them and Sungmin cursed in his thoughts, he cursed because this was the last thing that he had wanted to happen, it was embarrassing and wrong to get caught by a witness. But then he heard it, the voice that he desired so much, Kyuhyun's voice.
"Fuck off, get the hell away from my boyfriend."
Sungmin was thankful, he was glad that this had finally come to an end, that his rescuer was there, his hero, his savior. He wanted to bury his face into the latter's chest, to feel his warmth, to hear his heartbeat. No matter if he cried out loud or started to shake like he was freezing, the only thing he needed was to know that everything's back to good, back to norm, and that he could feel the love again.
Hyukjae got harshly pushed away from Sungmin and the blonde man turned around, seeing how Kyuhyun, knowing no mercy for his victim, kicked and punched Hyukjae far away from his boyfriend. Sungmin felt guilty, he didn't want this to happen, didn't want to see the person he had been the last few minutes with being treaten in this way but it was Kyuhyun, it was him, he couldn't do anything against him. He quickly wanted to pull his pants and jeans back on but that was the moment when Kyuhyun stepped to him roughly and dressed his boyfriend by himself. After that he lifted Sungmin off the ground and holding his body in his arms, he carefully walked out of the room, carrying the shaking man to Super Junior's own dressing room.
"Kyuhyun-ah... Be careful... Your back... You shouldn't..."
Kyuhyun didn't say a thing though, he silently headed towards the destined place. Sungmin clinged his hands strongly around his boyfriend's neck, not wanting to let him go anymore and being scared that Kyuhyun could more or less accidentally let him fall down. He pressed his cheek against his body, making his tears soak into Kyuhyun's shirt, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm down by the nice feeling of being so close to the person he purely loved.
Finally, they reached the room and entered it, still being quiet. Kyuhyun went some steps across the room and stopped in front of a chair, where he slowly and cautiously placed his boyfriend on. Sungmin lifted his head and saw how the younger man searched for something in the room for a while and some seconds later came back to him, wrapping a blanket around him. He crouched next to him and looked up, watching Sungmin's face with accuracy. Then, he slowly neared his hand to it and started to gently wipe off the elder's tears with his fingertips, making the latter only cry more.
"Kyuhyun-ah..." Sungmin whispered but the maknae only bit his lower lip and continued his action, not showing any more feelings to his boyfriend. The blonde man totally didn't know what to think about this; was Kyuhyun mad or wasn't he? He was afraid of what might come next and only wanted to go back to his lover's arms. Feel the closeness again, just like he did a minute or two ago. When Kyuhyun was carrying him to the room, he felt it, he felt the love again. And now, with the younger one wiping off his tears... it bothered him, he couldn't understand the expression on the latter's face, he was scared, so scared.
"Let's break up." finally came from Kyuhyun's mouth while he was standing up and Sungmin needed some seconds to realize what the other one had said to him. When he did, Kyuhyun was back at the door already and the blonde wanted to shout, he wanted his boyfriend to come back, he wanted to scream right into his face and then kiss him, kiss him so hard that it would hurt, let all his desperation out, he wanted to know that this was just a dream and that he could turn this all back, back to normal.
But his throat was suddenly too dry to say even a single word and his arms too weak to reach out for his love. So he observed it, he observed how his love walked out of the room, just like it walked out of his life, out of his heart.
And his whole body froze, making him feel hopeless and oh-so-little, so little that he could fit into the tiny make up box that was standing on the make up table right in front of him.
Yet, he still didn't know why he had agreed to this all.
Author: Maxime (maxime260)
Pairing: KyuMin (Kyuhyun/Sungmin), HyukMin (Eunhyuk/Sungmin)
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Eunhyuk
Genre: Romance, angst
Rating: R
Summary: Sungmin didn't even know why he had agreed to this. But he had agreed, that's fact.
Caught
Usually, having sex in public is a taboo, something that shouldn't be practised, though it is known as a more exciting thing than the 'traditional', more innocent one. But under those circumstances, there was an even bigger taboo broken - having sex with someone else than with his boyfriend. This is a thing that's so much more immoral than the fact that it's public; one should be loyal to his partner and don't even think of doing inapropriate actions with another person.
Sungmin didn't even know why he had agreed to this. Yeah, maybe it was because his boyfriend hadn't given him what he wanted through the past few days, and yeah, it's always tempting to try out something new. It's not that sex with Kyuhyun had become a routine to him, no - every time they had done it, he had felt as if he made love with him for the very first time. Always as sweet, as passionate and as overwhelming, no matter if it had been their first, fifth or eleventh sex.
But he had agreed, that's fact. He hadn't said it out loud, they hadn't made a spoken agreement but he simply hadn't resisted when Hyukjae had started to pull down his jeans and pants, piece by piece. He hadn't tried to back off when the latter had pushed him to the wall and sucked at his neck and he obviously hadn't protested when the man had turned him around and holding his hands in a strong grip, began to thrust deep into him, deeper than he could even imagine.
There was only this one thing that he hadn't allowed Hyukjae to do to him - kiss him on the lips. Damn, how much he felt like a cheap whore, agreeing on being possessed by the other man but not letting him touch his mouth by even a millimetre; but he didn't care. It was the one thing that belonged only to his boyfriend, only to Kyuhyun. The one thing that reminded him of love, giving love, being loved and making love. And that thing that he did with Hyukjae at that moment was definitely not love. It was just simple sex, without any further meanings, being had because of sexual frustration and hell-knows-what-else. He still didn't know why he was doing it since he didn't even enjoy it at all and felt like a pathetic blown-up doll from a sex shop.
So he was standing there, in the corner of a random, empty dressing room, being literally fucked by his friend. Hyukjae seemed to like it, assuming from all those moans and gasping, and from how much efforts he was making to give Sungmin pleasure. The older one started to feel bad for the man, not seeing anything exciting in this at all, but he still just stood there, pressing his body firmly to the wall and experiencing nothing more but pain. Pain, in his body, there where Hyukjae was working so hard at that moment, but not only this kind of suffering, also pain in his heart, in his mind, in his soul. Yet, he did nothing, he didn't push his friend aside and didn't walk away, he let this thing happen and waited for it to end, with streams of tears falling down his face and praying for nobody to come in and catch them.
He felt how his body became more and more weak and how he started to long for some rest, for a nice place to relax, for a nice person to relax with. He imagined lying on a cosy couch, with Kyuhyun sitting next to him, he imagined putting his head on his boyfriend's lap and dozing lazily ahead, feeling how his lover holds him close and how he brushes his fingers through Sungmin's hair and carefully strokes the soft skin on his face. He wanted to whisper I love you, he needed a pure and delicate kiss, he tried to find safety and security in Hyukjae's presence; but he couldn't.
Where are you, Kyuhyun-ah?
Then the door got slammed open and a person walked in, making quick steps towards them and Sungmin cursed in his thoughts, he cursed because this was the last thing that he had wanted to happen, it was embarrassing and wrong to get caught by a witness. But then he heard it, the voice that he desired so much, Kyuhyun's voice.
"Fuck off, get the hell away from my boyfriend."
Sungmin was thankful, he was glad that this had finally come to an end, that his rescuer was there, his hero, his savior. He wanted to bury his face into the latter's chest, to feel his warmth, to hear his heartbeat. No matter if he cried out loud or started to shake like he was freezing, the only thing he needed was to know that everything's back to good, back to norm, and that he could feel the love again.
Hyukjae got harshly pushed away from Sungmin and the blonde man turned around, seeing how Kyuhyun, knowing no mercy for his victim, kicked and punched Hyukjae far away from his boyfriend. Sungmin felt guilty, he didn't want this to happen, didn't want to see the person he had been the last few minutes with being treaten in this way but it was Kyuhyun, it was him, he couldn't do anything against him. He quickly wanted to pull his pants and jeans back on but that was the moment when Kyuhyun stepped to him roughly and dressed his boyfriend by himself. After that he lifted Sungmin off the ground and holding his body in his arms, he carefully walked out of the room, carrying the shaking man to Super Junior's own dressing room.
"Kyuhyun-ah... Be careful... Your back... You shouldn't..."
Kyuhyun didn't say a thing though, he silently headed towards the destined place. Sungmin clinged his hands strongly around his boyfriend's neck, not wanting to let him go anymore and being scared that Kyuhyun could more or less accidentally let him fall down. He pressed his cheek against his body, making his tears soak into Kyuhyun's shirt, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm down by the nice feeling of being so close to the person he purely loved.
Finally, they reached the room and entered it, still being quiet. Kyuhyun went some steps across the room and stopped in front of a chair, where he slowly and cautiously placed his boyfriend on. Sungmin lifted his head and saw how the younger man searched for something in the room for a while and some seconds later came back to him, wrapping a blanket around him. He crouched next to him and looked up, watching Sungmin's face with accuracy. Then, he slowly neared his hand to it and started to gently wipe off the elder's tears with his fingertips, making the latter only cry more.
"Kyuhyun-ah..." Sungmin whispered but the maknae only bit his lower lip and continued his action, not showing any more feelings to his boyfriend. The blonde man totally didn't know what to think about this; was Kyuhyun mad or wasn't he? He was afraid of what might come next and only wanted to go back to his lover's arms. Feel the closeness again, just like he did a minute or two ago. When Kyuhyun was carrying him to the room, he felt it, he felt the love again. And now, with the younger one wiping off his tears... it bothered him, he couldn't understand the expression on the latter's face, he was scared, so scared.
"Let's break up." finally came from Kyuhyun's mouth while he was standing up and Sungmin needed some seconds to realize what the other one had said to him. When he did, Kyuhyun was back at the door already and the blonde wanted to shout, he wanted his boyfriend to come back, he wanted to scream right into his face and then kiss him, kiss him so hard that it would hurt, let all his desperation out, he wanted to know that this was just a dream and that he could turn this all back, back to normal.
But his throat was suddenly too dry to say even a single word and his arms too weak to reach out for his love. So he observed it, he observed how his love walked out of the room, just like it walked out of his life, out of his heart.
And his whole body froze, making him feel hopeless and oh-so-little, so little that he could fit into the tiny make up box that was standing on the make up table right in front of him.
Yet, he still didn't know why he had agreed to this all.