contest entry #5
Title: Foundation (Garments of Love)
Pairing: SiHan
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack, Romance
Summary: Halloween means trying new things.
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He was Choi, Geng Choi, disarming people with dimples and gestures by day, and...
Oh, he wasn't fooling anyone. He was still Han Geng, from China, and Siwon had that covered.
But he was dressed in Siwon's clothes. And even though that was obvious, he wasn't fooling anyone. A costume...but not.
Though it took an hour for Siwon to realize what he had done. And Hangeng had known when he had, because Siwon had never been so good at hiding his reactions. His head immediately cocked to the side, studying every individual piece of clothing as he went from Hangeng's booted feet to the cross around his neck. It wasn't that they didn't all wear crosses, but Siwon had to know the one currently warming against his skin was, well... Siwon's.
He smiled, avoiding Siwon's eyes as he pushed at the rolled sleeve of Siwon's shirt which had slipped over his elbow. It was kind of ridiculous to be dressed like that, but he had his motives... Most everyone was planning to go to this party or that one. But there was only really one special guest to the party he had planned. And as everyone trickled out, he didn't think they had fooled anyone. There were a few sharp eyes that had known they were together almost before they had.
He had always heard that it was hot for a man to see his significant other in his clothes... So that they were, to the outside world, friends and not significant others was sort of a trifling issue. He was just grateful that Siwon understood what his feelings were. But his surprise, that at least he could joke off as a trick if he had to.
So as their magnae buzzed out of the door with a wig on his head and a smile on his arm, he turned his attention back to Siwon, who had begged out of any and all activities, costumes, and otherwise untoward behavior. And stood close enough to touch.
"Ge... Is that my shirt?"
He inclined his head, no real answer to Siwon's question. But it wasn't exactly the place he wanted to have the conversation, either. "Follow me, I have a surprise," he said, and waited as Siwon fell into step with him. Upstairs. To his bedroom.
The empty apartments were exactly what he had wanted. Siwon's breathing was loud behind him as the door closed.
"Shiyuan, you know..." Perhaps he should've gotten a little drunk for this. A tiny little tippling that would have made it all go so much more smoothly. And his tongue five times as fumbling. It would go so much more smoothly if Siwon just magically understood and figured out what he was trying to show him.
"Are you "Siwon" for the night?" Siwon asked with a grin, fingers distractingly at the belt on Hangeng's hip.
His nervous chuckle. "Maybe..."
"Is that your surprise? Should I be Hangeng for the night? Dress up like you?"
They changed clothes enough, between all of them, that imagining Siwon in something of his own shouldn't have made him flush... But it did.
"No one would see but me..."
Siwon's hand slid up his side.
"Ge, do you want to see?"
He was so weak... He couldn't even meet Siwon's eyes. Every time Siwon did that, called him ge in that melting voice, he just...
"I...h-had something... S... To show you. A surprise." And it was Siwon's fault that he stumbled all over his words, definitely more than usual.
Siwon smiled, dazed him. "Tell me."
"I want... You and me... I think I..."
He could see Siwon's mind working. That they were alone. That Hangeng had a surprise for him. That the stupidness of his confession was clue more enough than a thousand shouted ones, that though he knew Siwon's feelings for him, there was a step they hadn't taken together. And it was one he was aching to take.
"In my heart, there's you," he finally stumbled out. And he had more want of the man in front of him than any person should, and it made it difficult... Physically. Emotionally. To deny it. But he had put it off so long, so late, that when Siwon touched his face, he expected that smile.
It was a kiss and nothing more than that. No part of Siwon was touching him but his mouth, and his hands... Hands that held his jaw as though it were made of glass, all the while he was kissed as though his mouth was the most luscious dessert and Siwon starved for it. Kisses should not be so, so that all he wanted was another taste, caught up, gratified, and longing.
He had stared at Siwon's mouth so long, he should have expected it. But everything with Siwon was like that. More than he ever imagined.
Their lips parted quietly, Siwon's thumb moving against his cheek as they considered each other.
"So that was the surprise?" Siwon asked. "You dressed up like me, and...?"
"Our own costume party," he replied, tilting his head back against the wall, prepared later to be gratified by Siwon's attention to the movement. "There's another surprise though. Only if you... If you want."
Siwon's eyebrows rose, as he thought and drew an obvious conclusion. "Sexy underwear?"
He chuckled. "Maybe..."
--
Maybe it had been in the process of wanting to prank Henry, laying in wait for the little thief on the day before laundry day. Trying to keep the two of them quiet in the best of circumstances was difficult... Siwon wanted to be involved with everything, all the time, whispering in his ear, laughing with him, so they had all but glued themselves together in a corner of Hangeng's room that was hidden from the door. When Siwon tickled him, and he had ended up half in Siwon's lap, it was something that had happened a hundred times before. But the rapid pulse against his fingertips, and Siwon's halted breathing, that was utterly new. Siwon's arm around his waist was an anchor, and he leaned into it, letting his head rest against Siwon's. He knew what they looked like. He knew what it felt like. But wondered if to Siwon, it was something painfully innocent. Still he found himself jerking awake against Siwon's side five minutes later, startled out of sleep by the sound of the door.
He felt Siwon's grin of triumph against his cheek.
Or maybe it had been the time Donghae had said something so hilarious that he had nearly inhaled his dinner, barely getting enough air to cough as he choked, as Siwon had seemed to leap the table he was so quick at his side. Pounding Hangeng's back, and looking like a pale marshmallow as he had breathed against Siwon's shoulder.
"Ge... Are you okay?"
He nodded, swallowing hard. Siwon had kicked whoever had been sitting next to him out of his seat, claiming he was too far to leap over and save Hangeng from choking. But they had all known he had wanted to be close. Of course it was concern. Of course it was...something else entirely. When they had finished, sitting, relaxing, joking in the easy atmosphere that belied what they were, friends...brothers, even... Siwon's fingers had wound tightly with his.
And their first kiss had come over underwear as well. Siwon racing for the laundry basket at the same time he did, his threat of stealing Siwon's clothes a fight the others wanted no part of. They rolled, howling, the whole basket dumping unceremoniously onto Hangeng's face, grasping at any cloth he could to breathe and get it away from Siwon at the same time. A whole mass of clothes had lifted into the air before dropping again, Siwon's laughter rocking both of them. And it was Siwon's head that blocked it all from falling onto Hangeng's face. Siwon's body that pinned him to the hard floor, held his wrists to keep him from searching. And his mouth, the soft, curling lips, that pressed to his. First, tentative, and then with fervor, hearts thundering together, and the taste of each other written earnestly to memory.
Siwon nuzzled close before letting him go.
"Give up?" Siwon asked.
"I give in," Hangeng replied, which was not at all the same thing Siwon asked for. But he could see Siwon's grin curve in the blocked light.
"Me too."
Maybe the others had thought nothing of it, when they had crawled out from under the mountain of clothes with rumpled hair and lips just a shade darker. It was kind of like everything else that they were, blatantly obvious perfectly discreet. Conclusions probably weren't drawn until someone had found Siwon passed out with his head in the small of Hangeng's back... About three days after the time he'd been sleeping in Siwon's bed, or the time when...
Siwon talked to him about "them," because Siwon talked about everything. And "they" had been...ever since.
--
So was he wearing sexy underwear in hopes of getting Siwon into his bed, in more ways than one? Well. Sort of. He hoped. If Siwon was turned off, then all the machinations that had led them here were all for nothing. But he knew the devilish side to himself as well as he knew the one in Siwon... And he suspected that he was right.
"You should see," he instructed and let his arms drop.
"If getting me out of these clothes was half as fun..." Siwon mused, as he undid the buttons of the shirt.
"So dirty..."
"Ge... Is that a surprise?"
He laughed, glad he had got it out when he did, as Siwon's hands slid steady up the skin of his chest.
"Shiyuan, I want you..." he whispered.
Siwon stripped the shirt from his arms with a sigh, eyes so dark. And Siwon's cheek rested against his, sweet, light, in contrast to the strong hands that gripped his hips.
"Ge... All this time... Me too..."
And with a swift kiss they sealed that confession, too eager to linger long.
His laughter bubbled in him, as Siwon worked the belt, Siwon's own belt, at his waist. And the catch of the pants that he had seen Siwon do up on his own hips more than once. Siwon's eyes flickered up at him, hearing the strangled sounds, looking for all the world like a puppy who wanted to know what he was missing.
He would see... Oh yes. He would see.
The underwear was a cream color. And Siwon revealed them slowly, expecting something lavish and sexy, something inviting for their first time. So as he undid the zipper, inch by inch... Hangeng closed his eyes a moment to try and contain the snort of laughter, but focused on Siwon's face. The widening eyes. The parting lips. The almost widening of his face as he stared at Hangeng in disbelief.
Maybe not the expression he'd want in normal circumstances, but the one he was expecting in this one.
"Ge..." Siwon choked. "Do you have me on your..."
He knew what Siwon saw. Knew when he was putting them on. Siwon's name in scrolling hangeul.
The small cartoon representation of Siwon's face and body.
Siwon.
On his underwear.
He cleared his throat, hoping for sanity.
"So, the fangirls... Someone found these for me, and... It has your name on the back, too..."
He shouted in surprise as Siwon's shoulder met his stomach, sweeping him up into the air effortlessly.
"Siwon!"
That he hadn't expected, and definitely the undignified squawk as his pants were yanked down.
"It is on there. Ge!"
He could have laughed until he cried, but Siwon's hand spanking him once sharply, shocked him into a gasp.
"Ge, I can't believe..."
Another smack, and Siwon was in motion, two long strides, tapping solidly as he let Hangeng down to his feet. He felt the blood leaving his head in a rush, dizzy as Siwon's hips ground against him, mouth catching his.
"Trying to tell everyone who you belong to?" Siwon joked, fingers flirting with the edge of the cloth.
"Who else would see? Can you imagine a photo shoot... The stylists..."
Siwon's grin was impish. And evil. "We should try that..."
"You wouldn't punish me for this..."
Siwon's lips pressed against his jaw. "Never you, ge..."
Hangeng glanced down Siwon's body, eyes flirting back up. "Still want me?"
"Mmhmm," Siwon murmured. Siwon's knuckles trailed down the front of the brightly decorated underwear. And his lips were sweetly tilted. "But I'd rather have my real face there, wouldn't you?"
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Pairing: SiHan
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack, Romance
Summary: Halloween means trying new things.
--
He was Choi, Geng Choi, disarming people with dimples and gestures by day, and...
Oh, he wasn't fooling anyone. He was still Han Geng, from China, and Siwon had that covered.
But he was dressed in Siwon's clothes. And even though that was obvious, he wasn't fooling anyone. A costume...but not.
Though it took an hour for Siwon to realize what he had done. And Hangeng had known when he had, because Siwon had never been so good at hiding his reactions. His head immediately cocked to the side, studying every individual piece of clothing as he went from Hangeng's booted feet to the cross around his neck. It wasn't that they didn't all wear crosses, but Siwon had to know the one currently warming against his skin was, well... Siwon's.
He smiled, avoiding Siwon's eyes as he pushed at the rolled sleeve of Siwon's shirt which had slipped over his elbow. It was kind of ridiculous to be dressed like that, but he had his motives... Most everyone was planning to go to this party or that one. But there was only really one special guest to the party he had planned. And as everyone trickled out, he didn't think they had fooled anyone. There were a few sharp eyes that had known they were together almost before they had.
He had always heard that it was hot for a man to see his significant other in his clothes... So that they were, to the outside world, friends and not significant others was sort of a trifling issue. He was just grateful that Siwon understood what his feelings were. But his surprise, that at least he could joke off as a trick if he had to.
So as their magnae buzzed out of the door with a wig on his head and a smile on his arm, he turned his attention back to Siwon, who had begged out of any and all activities, costumes, and otherwise untoward behavior. And stood close enough to touch.
"Ge... Is that my shirt?"
He inclined his head, no real answer to Siwon's question. But it wasn't exactly the place he wanted to have the conversation, either. "Follow me, I have a surprise," he said, and waited as Siwon fell into step with him. Upstairs. To his bedroom.
The empty apartments were exactly what he had wanted. Siwon's breathing was loud behind him as the door closed.
"Shiyuan, you know..." Perhaps he should've gotten a little drunk for this. A tiny little tippling that would have made it all go so much more smoothly. And his tongue five times as fumbling. It would go so much more smoothly if Siwon just magically understood and figured out what he was trying to show him.
"Are you "Siwon" for the night?" Siwon asked with a grin, fingers distractingly at the belt on Hangeng's hip.
His nervous chuckle. "Maybe..."
"Is that your surprise? Should I be Hangeng for the night? Dress up like you?"
They changed clothes enough, between all of them, that imagining Siwon in something of his own shouldn't have made him flush... But it did.
"No one would see but me..."
Siwon's hand slid up his side.
"Ge, do you want to see?"
He was so weak... He couldn't even meet Siwon's eyes. Every time Siwon did that, called him ge in that melting voice, he just...
"I...h-had something... S... To show you. A surprise." And it was Siwon's fault that he stumbled all over his words, definitely more than usual.
Siwon smiled, dazed him. "Tell me."
"I want... You and me... I think I..."
He could see Siwon's mind working. That they were alone. That Hangeng had a surprise for him. That the stupidness of his confession was clue more enough than a thousand shouted ones, that though he knew Siwon's feelings for him, there was a step they hadn't taken together. And it was one he was aching to take.
"In my heart, there's you," he finally stumbled out. And he had more want of the man in front of him than any person should, and it made it difficult... Physically. Emotionally. To deny it. But he had put it off so long, so late, that when Siwon touched his face, he expected that smile.
It was a kiss and nothing more than that. No part of Siwon was touching him but his mouth, and his hands... Hands that held his jaw as though it were made of glass, all the while he was kissed as though his mouth was the most luscious dessert and Siwon starved for it. Kisses should not be so, so that all he wanted was another taste, caught up, gratified, and longing.
He had stared at Siwon's mouth so long, he should have expected it. But everything with Siwon was like that. More than he ever imagined.
Their lips parted quietly, Siwon's thumb moving against his cheek as they considered each other.
"So that was the surprise?" Siwon asked. "You dressed up like me, and...?"
"Our own costume party," he replied, tilting his head back against the wall, prepared later to be gratified by Siwon's attention to the movement. "There's another surprise though. Only if you... If you want."
Siwon's eyebrows rose, as he thought and drew an obvious conclusion. "Sexy underwear?"
He chuckled. "Maybe..."
--
Maybe it had been in the process of wanting to prank Henry, laying in wait for the little thief on the day before laundry day. Trying to keep the two of them quiet in the best of circumstances was difficult... Siwon wanted to be involved with everything, all the time, whispering in his ear, laughing with him, so they had all but glued themselves together in a corner of Hangeng's room that was hidden from the door. When Siwon tickled him, and he had ended up half in Siwon's lap, it was something that had happened a hundred times before. But the rapid pulse against his fingertips, and Siwon's halted breathing, that was utterly new. Siwon's arm around his waist was an anchor, and he leaned into it, letting his head rest against Siwon's. He knew what they looked like. He knew what it felt like. But wondered if to Siwon, it was something painfully innocent. Still he found himself jerking awake against Siwon's side five minutes later, startled out of sleep by the sound of the door.
He felt Siwon's grin of triumph against his cheek.
Or maybe it had been the time Donghae had said something so hilarious that he had nearly inhaled his dinner, barely getting enough air to cough as he choked, as Siwon had seemed to leap the table he was so quick at his side. Pounding Hangeng's back, and looking like a pale marshmallow as he had breathed against Siwon's shoulder.
"Ge... Are you okay?"
He nodded, swallowing hard. Siwon had kicked whoever had been sitting next to him out of his seat, claiming he was too far to leap over and save Hangeng from choking. But they had all known he had wanted to be close. Of course it was concern. Of course it was...something else entirely. When they had finished, sitting, relaxing, joking in the easy atmosphere that belied what they were, friends...brothers, even... Siwon's fingers had wound tightly with his.
And their first kiss had come over underwear as well. Siwon racing for the laundry basket at the same time he did, his threat of stealing Siwon's clothes a fight the others wanted no part of. They rolled, howling, the whole basket dumping unceremoniously onto Hangeng's face, grasping at any cloth he could to breathe and get it away from Siwon at the same time. A whole mass of clothes had lifted into the air before dropping again, Siwon's laughter rocking both of them. And it was Siwon's head that blocked it all from falling onto Hangeng's face. Siwon's body that pinned him to the hard floor, held his wrists to keep him from searching. And his mouth, the soft, curling lips, that pressed to his. First, tentative, and then with fervor, hearts thundering together, and the taste of each other written earnestly to memory.
Siwon nuzzled close before letting him go.
"Give up?" Siwon asked.
"I give in," Hangeng replied, which was not at all the same thing Siwon asked for. But he could see Siwon's grin curve in the blocked light.
"Me too."
Maybe the others had thought nothing of it, when they had crawled out from under the mountain of clothes with rumpled hair and lips just a shade darker. It was kind of like everything else that they were, blatantly obvious perfectly discreet. Conclusions probably weren't drawn until someone had found Siwon passed out with his head in the small of Hangeng's back... About three days after the time he'd been sleeping in Siwon's bed, or the time when...
Siwon talked to him about "them," because Siwon talked about everything. And "they" had been...ever since.
--
So was he wearing sexy underwear in hopes of getting Siwon into his bed, in more ways than one? Well. Sort of. He hoped. If Siwon was turned off, then all the machinations that had led them here were all for nothing. But he knew the devilish side to himself as well as he knew the one in Siwon... And he suspected that he was right.
"You should see," he instructed and let his arms drop.
"If getting me out of these clothes was half as fun..." Siwon mused, as he undid the buttons of the shirt.
"So dirty..."
"Ge... Is that a surprise?"
He laughed, glad he had got it out when he did, as Siwon's hands slid steady up the skin of his chest.
"Shiyuan, I want you..." he whispered.
Siwon stripped the shirt from his arms with a sigh, eyes so dark. And Siwon's cheek rested against his, sweet, light, in contrast to the strong hands that gripped his hips.
"Ge... All this time... Me too..."
And with a swift kiss they sealed that confession, too eager to linger long.
His laughter bubbled in him, as Siwon worked the belt, Siwon's own belt, at his waist. And the catch of the pants that he had seen Siwon do up on his own hips more than once. Siwon's eyes flickered up at him, hearing the strangled sounds, looking for all the world like a puppy who wanted to know what he was missing.
He would see... Oh yes. He would see.
The underwear was a cream color. And Siwon revealed them slowly, expecting something lavish and sexy, something inviting for their first time. So as he undid the zipper, inch by inch... Hangeng closed his eyes a moment to try and contain the snort of laughter, but focused on Siwon's face. The widening eyes. The parting lips. The almost widening of his face as he stared at Hangeng in disbelief.
Maybe not the expression he'd want in normal circumstances, but the one he was expecting in this one.
"Ge..." Siwon choked. "Do you have me on your..."
He knew what Siwon saw. Knew when he was putting them on. Siwon's name in scrolling hangeul.
The small cartoon representation of Siwon's face and body.
Siwon.
On his underwear.
He cleared his throat, hoping for sanity.
"So, the fangirls... Someone found these for me, and... It has your name on the back, too..."
He shouted in surprise as Siwon's shoulder met his stomach, sweeping him up into the air effortlessly.
"Siwon!"
That he hadn't expected, and definitely the undignified squawk as his pants were yanked down.
"It is on there. Ge!"
He could have laughed until he cried, but Siwon's hand spanking him once sharply, shocked him into a gasp.
"Ge, I can't believe..."
Another smack, and Siwon was in motion, two long strides, tapping solidly as he let Hangeng down to his feet. He felt the blood leaving his head in a rush, dizzy as Siwon's hips ground against him, mouth catching his.
"Trying to tell everyone who you belong to?" Siwon joked, fingers flirting with the edge of the cloth.
"Who else would see? Can you imagine a photo shoot... The stylists..."
Siwon's grin was impish. And evil. "We should try that..."
"You wouldn't punish me for this..."
Siwon's lips pressed against his jaw. "Never you, ge..."
Hangeng glanced down Siwon's body, eyes flirting back up. "Still want me?"
"Mmhmm," Siwon murmured. Siwon's knuckles trailed down the front of the brightly decorated underwear. And his lips were sweetly tilted. "But I'd rather have my real face there, wouldn't you?"
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