Impending Doom and How to Deal with It
Title: Impending Doom and How to Deal with It
Author:
pseudo_shigure
Pairing: highschool!Eunhae
Word Count: 4223
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: na-ah, not mine, not real, never happened.
Summary: Hyukjae will move out to live at university dorm and the two have the house for themselves the night before it.
Notes: Sorry, no WonKyu this time as I failed to lure bl4ckm4lice to the dark side. And it’s only my excuse to write EunHae smut anyway.
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“Mom, I’m leaving,” Hyukjae shouted to the general direction of the kitchen from the front door as he slipped on his shoes and put on his jacket.
He was going to go to Donghae’s house across the road because the other boy’s parents were visiting Donghwa-hyung in his university and Donghae needed a company. Well, it was more like his parents worried to leave him alone with the house and asked Hyukjae to accompany him for the weekend.
Of course their parents insisted that Donghae was the one who should stay at Hyukjae’s house, under the supervision of Hyukjae’s parents. But being teenagers, they outsmarted their parents and said that it was better for them to stay at Donghae’s house than to leave it unattended. Well, that was a good solid reason. But in all honesty, the two boys just wanted the house for themselves so they could do whatever they want. Making out would be a good example.
Hyukjae breathed in the night air. It was kind of cold, and Hyukjae slipped his hands into the pocket on his jacket before walking up to Donghae’s house.
He was going to move out to his dorm this Monday. He had things that he had to think about the past few days. But nothing bothered him the most than Donghae.
If his past experiences were any indication, Donghae should be a whiny cry baby by now, begging him to not moving school and stay in the same school with him although it was impossible. Donghae did that when Hyukjae had to enter grade school and middle school. When Hyukjae left Donghae for high school, the younger boy had slightly been mature and only sulked for a couple of days until Hyukjae took him to the aquarium and promised to walk him to and from school.
But this time, Donghae was just fine. It wasn’t right… right? And Donghae indifference, in turn, made Hyukjae restless. Without realizing it, he sulked to the other boy even though Donghae was his usual sunshiny self. Every time Donghae stopped by at his room, Hyukjae pretended to be busy packing up his stuff and just ignored his boyfriend until Donghae decided to leave. They still talked on the telephone every night; although Donghae ended up fill up the silence from Hyukjae even more than usual. And they still texted each other; even though the words were short and nothing more than the usually issued between lovers-“have u eaten?”, “yup. gonna sleep now. Night”, “g’night.”.
Tonight was going to be the first night they spent a long time together after a few days of one-sided cold war. And he sighed, thinking that he better be act nicer to Donghae than suffering the whole night with brooding.
“AAAAAH!!!”
He heard Donghae’s voice shouted from inside the house and he instinctively rushed to open the front door-which, as usual when Donghae was alone at the house, unlocked. Hyukjae saw smoke wafting from kitchen and Donghae was cursing from that room.
“Hae? You okay?”
“Yes.” Donghae’s head peeked out from the kitchen doorway, his mouth sucking on his right index finger. “Can you help me getting all this smoke out.”
“You’re not trying to burn down the house, are you?” asked Hyukjae when he reached the kitchen and saw the state of the room.
Cooking appliances were cluttered all over the island and smokes filled the room. Hyukjae tried to get the smokes out by opening all that windows and the backdoor while Donghae was fanning it out with an issue of a magazine. But Donghae was more focused on sucking on his finger and fanning out with his left hand actually looked more like he was flapping the magazine futilely.
Hyukjae sighed and wondered if it was really okay for him to leave Donghae to live at the dorm.
“What exactly happened?” Hyukjae took the magazine from Donghae’s hand and started to fan out the smoke himself.
“I was just trying to cook us dinner.” Donghae’s answer sounded too defensive on his own ears.
“Okay.” Hyukjae eyed him. “But then?”
Donghae averted his gaze from Hyukjae’s. “Then I heard on TV that they’re airing Wildlife Special - Smart Sharks: Swimming with Roboshark rerun,” he mumbled out his answer, didn’t even miss to mention the full title of one of his favorite documentary.
“So you watch it and forgot that you were actually cooking something until you smell something was burning.” Hyukjae finished the story since Donghae obviously reluctant to tell it.
“Well. Sort of.”
“Sort of.” Hyukjae’s voice was stern. And Donghae knew he wouldn’t let it pass easily.
He sighed dejectedly. “So, I didn’t even smell anything burning. I just saw a pasta commercial on TV that reminded me of what was I previously doing at the kitchen. And the room was already full of smokes.”
“Donghae…” Hyukjae couldn’t help but to wail desperately at his boyfriend’s story. “What are you? Seven? Do you have to cook under supervision?”
“Wh- I just forgot, okay!”
“Yeah, but you can burned down the house! Or even worse, kill yourself! What if you only remembered until it was too late?”
Seeing the logic and the reasons behind Hyukjae’s words, Donghae could only lower his head. “Sorry,” he said softly. And he really was, for making his boyfriend so worried about him, again. Just as usual.
“I’m not always going to be around you, to watch over you, you know.”
Donghae didn’t say anything. So, Hyukjae could only let out a frustrated sigh.
“How’s your finger?” he asked, obviously couldn’t mad too long at Donghae. Especially not when he looked like a sad kicked puppy. Besides, his intention was actually good, trying to cook them dinner.
Hyukjae inspected Donghae’s finger. A small blister was starting to appear.
“I touched the hot pan when I panicked and tried to pick it up from the stove,” explained the younger one. He pulled his finger away from Hyukjae’s hold and walked up to the sink to put it under the cool water. “I just need to cool it down I guess.”
“Okay.” Then for the umpteenth times that night, he sighed again. “Chinese it is.”
***
The two had finished their Chinese take outs and were watching some action movie that Hyukjae chose-because if it was up to Donghae he would want to watch Titanic, again. Donghae sat next to Hyukjae on the couch. His legs stretched out on Hyukjae’s lap so he was sitting sideway.
Hyukjae was too absorbed into the movie that he didn’t realize Donghae was moving closer to him until the other’s lips grazed his cheek. It was soft, but enough to make Hyukjae turned his head slightly to other boy who was currently nuzzling his cheek and down to his neck. Hyukjae caught Donghae’s face and brought him up. He knew a make out invitation when he saw one. He was a horny teenager after all.
Donghae let his lips being devoured by Hyukjae’s. He lowered himself on the couch so Hyukjae could lie on top of him. But just as Donghae slipped his hand inside Hyukjae’s shirt, the older one stopped him.
“No, wait.”
“Hyuk~~,” whined Donghae, still stretching out his hands for his boyfriend to hold him again.
“Donghae, I’m actually…” Hyukjae sat up. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t the one who usually initiate to talk, especially not the important ones. But he just couldn’t bring himself to make out with Donghae as if nothing was bothering him.
Donghae watched Hyukjae expectantly.
“We have to talk about something,” Hyukjae finally said.
Donghae groaned. “Why?”
“Because you’re weird.”
“What?” Donghae frowned.
“Donghae, this might sounds crazy,” Hyukjae turned slightly to see his boyfriend. “But I’m actually expecting you to be all clingy and whiny at me by now.” He watched Donghae averted his gaze. “You’re acting like everything is fine. Do you realize that I’d be knocking at your door on Monday to say goodbye to you.”
Neither of them said anything. Hyukjae was waiting for Donghae to explain himself while the other boy looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but in that room with Hyukjae.
“Can we just… making out?” asked the younger one, obviously hoping his boyfriend to let him go easily.
“No. It worries me okay! Is it really means nothing to you that I’d be leaving the day after tomorrow?”
“I need to,” Donghae hurriedly arranged their take out boxes into a stack, “clean this up.” He stood up.
“It can wait.” The older caught Donghae’s arm and pulled him back to the couch.
As Hyukjae waited for Donghae to talk, the younger boy just sat there quietly, staring at his lap as if it was the most interesting thing. But that was before tear drops falling from his eyes to the tip of his nose and dripping down to his laps. Donghae was starting to sob and his breath became erratic. And Hyukjae didn’t have the heart to not pull him closer and hold him.
Donghae rested his chin on Hyukjae shoulder with Hyukjae’s arm running up and down his back to calm him down. But Donghae’s cry got harder instead. Hyukjae knew he didn’t have other option but to wait Donghae to feel better and ready to talk about it.
“I thought,” Donghae finally started after a while, “if I act like nothing happens, nothing will really happen.”
Hyukjae chuckled. “This is not like Blu, you imaginary pet dog that disappeared after you ignored him for a week.”
“I know,” Donghae wailed. “It’s stupid. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I just… upset that you’re not worry that I’ll be leaving,” murmured Hyukjae against Donghae’s neck.
“Now, that’s stupid.”
“I know. But I guess I’m so used to have a clingy boyfriend that it’s weird when you’re all unaffected by it.”
The younger boy nuzzled his nose against the crook of Hyukjae’s neck. And he felt Hyukjae’s fingers ran through his hair, calming him down.
“I’m afraid.”
“About?”
“That you’ll meet some sexy dancer and forget about me.”
“Hae…” said Hyukjae in a sigh.
“I know! I know you won’t. But that place indeed is full of sexy dancers and they have the same interest as you have and I can’t help but thinking about it this whole time.” Donghae pulled himself away slightly from Hyukjae’s embrace and looked up at the older boy with a pout. “I promise I won’t think like that again after tonight. But until this night ends just let me mull over it.”
“Fine.” Hyukjae gave Donghae’s lips a soft peck. “Then until the night is over I’ll keep convincing you that I won’t.” When he kissed his boyfriend once again, he felt a smile against his lips.
Hyukjae kissed Donghae slowly. His hands were cupping Donghae’s face and he let his thumbs stroked his lover’s cheeks. He felt a warm breath washed over him as Donghae sighed contentedly. Hyukjae nibbled Donghae’s lower lip before nudging him gently, signing him to lie down on the couch.
Donghae did as he was told and pulled Hyukjae along with him. He straddled Hyukjae so the older boy lay on top of him, between his legs. Hyukjae’s fingers were still stroking his face gently, but his kiss was getting persistent as he licked Donghae’s lips to gain entrance. The second Donghae parted his lips, his tongue slid inside and tasted every inch of his mouth. And Donghae ran his hands from Hyukjae’s chest up along his neck and through his hair.
Donghae’s shirt was riding up slightly. And on the sliver of skin that was shown, he could felt Hyukjae’s warm palm brushed against it. But it just stayed there, motionless. And Donghae wanted to feel it running up and down his body instead. So he reached the offending hand and guided it to slip inside shirt.
Once inside, Hyukjae couldn’t help himself but to slide up Donghae’s shirt even more so he could attacking every bit of skin on Donghae’s body. His kiss slowly traveled down from Donghae’s lips to just under his ear, along his jaw, ghosting down his neck before latching his lips on Donghae’s pink nub. And he loved the way the younger boy reacting to it. Donghae was breathing out his name, gripping hard on his hair, and arching up his body, creating a delicious friction as their groin met. The two boys groaned in pleasure.
Hyukjae started to rub their clothed erection together to get more friction. Donghae tilted his head back as Hyukjae quickened the pace, giving the chance for the older boy to sent string of nips along Donghae’s neck. He watched as Hyukjae’s face reddened and his breaths got even more ragged. And he knew Hyukjae was close, just as he was.
“Stop,” Donghae abruptly said, “Hyuk, stop. Please.” He gripped Hyukjae’s shoulder to get his attention.
Hyukjae groaned. He really hated keep getting interrupted whenever they were making out.
“Hyuk.” Hyukjae only answered him with a weak whimper against his throat. “I’m… You know, let’s…”
“What, Hae?” asked Hyukjae, annoyed. He still leaned his forehead against Donghae’s neck, trying to calm himself down, while the other boy working out whatever complexity he was having at that moment.
He felt Donghae shifted under him. And then a small tube was placed on his hand. It was a lube.
Hyukjae eyed his boyfriend questioningly. “You carry around a tube of lube on your back pocket?”
“No. But I thought,” he shrugged, “I don’t know, that I’d be ready to do it sometime soon. So…” he let his words trailed off.
“You sure this time?”
“Yeah,” Donghae answered with a nod.
But Hyukjae still didn’t move, seemed to be still unsure about it. So, Donghae took the initiative and started to unbutton his own jeans instead.
“Wait!” Hyukjae stopped Donghae’s hand before he got the chance to unzip himself, making Donghae to raise an eyebrow. “Condom. We need one.”
“Oh.” Donghae shifted his gaze. “But I thought, since I can’t get pregnant and we’ve never have sex with anyone else before, I thought it would feel better if you don’t wear one.” When he once again glanced at Hyukjae’s, Donghae’s face was beet red. “Don’t you think so, Hyukkie?”
Donghae was basically asking Hyukjae to take him raw. And Hyukjae was trying so hard to not just come right there and then from hearing those words.
“Yeah. Sure. Definitely. Yeah. Hae, take off your pants,” said Hyukjae before he could say another ‘yeah’.
Hyukjae pour a liberate amount of lube to his hand and coated his fingers with the cool substance while Donghae freed himself from his jeans. He knew it would hurt Donghae no matter how gentle he tried to be and he wondered if would be good enough so that Donghae would at least enjoy it.
“Hyuk,” called Donghae softly, bringing Hyukjae back from his reverie.
And all thoughts and worries were evaporating from Hyukjae’s mind the second he saw Donghae lay there naked next to him. He always knew that Donghae was hot. But the image was surpassing all the wet dream he ever had about the other boy. And the fact that he could do things to him made Hyukjae stunned.
“Hyuk.” This time Hyukjae forced himself to look at Donghae in the eye, instead of the lower part of his body. “You do know that you can actually fuck me, instead of eye-fucking me like you’re doing right now, right?”
“Damn.” And Hyukjae couldn’t help but to kiss Donghae since he had a sudden rush of love for those two pink delicious lips for saying all the naughty things the whole night.
Donghae moaned into Hyukjae’s mouth as he felt Hyukjae’s index finger circling his opening teasingly. Hyukjae pecked his lips in assurance before he finally slipped his finger inside. He watched Donghae hissed and shut his eyes closed. Tears were forming on the corner of his eyes from the blunt pain he was feeling.
Hyukjae kept whispering ‘sorry’ against Donghae’s skin in attempt to calm Donghae down. Once he felt Donghae’s muscles relax around him, Hyukjae slipped another finger and started the scissoring motion. Donghae was whimpering and biting his lower lip hard to divert the pain. But Hyukjae inserted the third finger and probed deeper into his boyfriend. And there was this one spot that he accidentally hit that made Donghae let out a wanton cry and shot his eyes open.
Donghae’s widened in disbelieve. He clamped his mouth with his palm and thought that there was no way he just made that sound.
“It looks like I’ve just found your spot,” said Hyukjae, grinning from ear to ear.
From the on, it was easier. Donghae was much more relaxed and he even begged Hyukjae to keep hitting that bundle of nerves inside him over and over again. But Donghae’s moans and pleas only turned Hyukjae even on. And he couldn’t wait any longer.
He slipped his fingers out from Donghae and started to undo his pants while Donghae watched him, all flushed and disheveled. Hyukjae hurried himself to slick himself with lube. He lined himself with Donghae’s awaiting opening and saw the other boy nodded his head.
Hyukjae pushed in slowly. He watched Donghae once again hiss in pain. This time louder and he dug his nails on Hyukjae’s shoulder. But all Hyukjae could think of was how hot and tight Donghae was and that he had to focus hard to not just moving and slamming hard into his lover.
“Hae,” he breathed out, asking for permission.
“Wait,” answered Donghae after a beat or two.
So he waited, gripping hard on the back of the couch, for what felt like an eternity.
“Move,” Donghae finally whispered.
And he did. Slow and shallow at firsts. But it was never enough. So he thrust faster and deeper. And he probably hurt Donghae in the process, but half the way he couldn’t even control himself anymore.
At one point, Donghae shifted. And there, Hyukjae hit that spot inside him again, harder this time. Donghae’s toes were half tiptoeing and half curling into the couch. And he was fucking mewling. He watched Hyukjae watching him through their half-lidded eyes and his speed and aim didn’t falter as he reached over to claim Donghae’s lips with his.
Hyukjae’s hand sneaked down to grasp Donghae’s leaking member with his hand. And they started to move in sync. Donghae’s hip met his thrust half way and he pumped Donghae each time he hit that spot that made Donghae scratched his back and tugged on his hair.
It was their first time and they were teenagers, Hyukjae tried to excuse himself as he so easily came hard into Donghae just seconds after Donghae came just as hard into his hand and his walls clamped tightly around Hyukjae. He rode their orgasm until he was sure that was nothing left inside him before he collapsed on top of his boyfriend.
When Hyukjae finally pulled out from Donghae, the latter shifted so he could snuggle better against Hyukjae sweaty body. Hyukjae wanted to protest that it wasn’t comfortable and they probably should clean themselves up, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it once he saw Donghae’s blissful face.
“Hyuk,” Donghae mumbled against his skin.
“Hmm?”
He felt Donghae threw his arms and legs around his body possessively.
“Now that you know how good it feels, don’t go and cheat on me with the first fine piece of ass you see, okay.”
Hyukjae rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Okay, maybe he had to say it after all.
“Donghae, close your eyes.” The younger one looked up at him with a frown. “Just close it, okay.” And Hyukjae covered Donghae’s eyes with his own hand before he could protest about it.
Donghae tried to pull the hand away and objection was on the tip of his tongue when he felt Hyukjae’s lips against his ear. And he froze up.
“I love you, okay.” He heard Hyukjae’s deep intense voice whispered into his ear. “I love you.”
And after a moment or two, Donghae sighed. He nodded. “Okay.”
***
The cruel ring from his cellphone startled Hyukjae to wake up the morning after. He reached around the floor for his jeans. He knew on instinct that he put his phone there. Hyukjae cracked his eyes open once his hand met the cold surface of his phone and only half remembered how he ended up in Donghae’s room. He eyed the caller ID and answered the call in irritation.
“It’s so early, Noona,” he grumbled.
“You two better be wearing something ‘cause umma is coming over right now!” Sora rushed out the words with such urgency.
“Fuck!” Hyukjae tossed his phone into one corner of the room. “Donghae! Wake up!”
“Mhhmm…tired, Hyukkie,”
“Umma’s coming over!” And he saw Donghae’s eyes snapped open comically.
Hyukjae threw a pair of boxers to Donghae while putting one on himself without even knowing which one which. He pulled on his shirt and in the middle of an important decision making about whether wearing a jeans so early in the morning was too obvious or not when he realized. They hadn’t clean up the kitchen counter after what they did there in the middle of the night when they tried to tidy up the room after the commotion of what Donghae called cooking and ended up raiding up the fridge instead, that led to a food war and Hyukjae fucking Donghae against the counter.
So yeah, wearing jeans must be obvious. He opted with a fresh pair of sweatpants from Donghae’s closet instead. He also remembered about what happened in the bathroom when they cleaned each other up. But he doubted his mom would need to use the bathroom on her, hopefully, short visit. So that could wait.
“I need to clean up the kitchen,” Hyukjae said once he fully clothed and left the room without waiting for Donghae.
Hyukjae tidied up the room as best as he can in that short amount of time. He just made sure there was no white substance around the kitchen counter and would blame Donghae’s fail attempt at cooking for the rest of chaos that happened in that room.
His mom rang the bell in time with the last tissue paper he threw into the ever growing trash bin. After he opened the door, she and Sora walked in, each carrying two Tupperwares of some things that Hyukjae couldn’t care enough to identify as he saw Donghae limping down the stair.
“Morning, Umma! Morning, Sora-noona!” The younger boy greeted Hyukjae’s mother with his usual cheerful smile.
“Morning, Hae.” But then Hyukjae’s mom’s face looked shocked. “What happened to you, honey?” She rushed to hug Donghae after he struggled to reach the last step.
“I fell at the bathroom last night,” answered Donghae with an innocent childish pout.
And Sora had to bit his lips to stop herself from giggling. Especially after he saw how Hyukjae was just standing there awkwardly. Probably wondering how could his boyfriend act like an angel after what they did last night.
“Poor, Donghae.” Hyukjae’s mother ruffled the brunette’s hair. “Did Hyukjae take care of you well last night?”
“Of course he did, Umma.” Donghae grinned genuinely.
“And this?” she pointed out the red marks on Donghae’s neck. “What are these?”
“Huh?” Donghae covered the hickeys that he didn’t even realize were there and his face looked blank
“Must be the mosquito bites,” Hyukjae mumbled from their side. And when all eyes turned on him, he felt like he had to explain further. “We fell asleep on the living room. And somehow there were a lot of them.”
His mom raised an eyebrow. “Really, Hyukjae?”
“Yes, Umma!” Donghae was the one who answered her to drive her attention back to him since he was sure Hyukjae’s mom would believe him more than she believed Hyukjae. “And it’s itchy too.”
“Maybe you should put something for it, Hae.”
“Yeah, I guess so, Umma. Uh, is that breakfast?” he eyed the Tupperwares excitedly and led Hyukjae’s mom to the kitchen where they usually having their breakfast.
Hyukjae couldn’t help to let out a relieved sigh as he watched the two of them moving to another room. He rubbed his chest to calm himself down.
“So, ’fell at the bathroom’ and ‘mosquito bites’. Is that what you kids call it nowadays?” teased Sora who purposely stayed behind with his baby brother.
“Shut up, Noona.” Hyukjae glared at her. But of course she ignored it.
“Oh I’m so going to tell Heechul and Donghwa about this.”
“Noona!!”
***
“Umma, Hyukjae will never grow up if you keep feeding him like that,” said Sora on their walk back to their house. Hyukjae was still staying with Donghae until the younger boys’ parents get home. “He’ll live at dorm by himself starting tomorrow, don’t you think he should at least know how to prepare his own breakfast.”
“Sora,” her mother brushed her hair as she speaks, “I know Hyukjae can take care of himself.”
“Oh? So why do you…” Then realization dawned on her. “Don’t tell me…”
“I’m just glad that Donghae can’t get pregnant.”
And Sora couldn’t contain her laughter any longer.