[infinite] driving lessons
title: driving lessons
pairing(s): dongwoo/sungyeol
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 5400
summary: 3 times Sungyeol says "I'm fucked," and 1 time Dongwoo fucks him.
a/n: first inpiniteu fic! i love these kids, you have no idea. and i was watching ranking king, and aghhh i love dongwoo, and i love the fact that he's the only one with his license, and i FREAKING LOVE sungyeol and poor bby he failed his test. lol. well i came to a pretty sound conclusion: that dongwoo should teach sungyeol how to drive. and thus~ a crackship was born haha.
1.
"You're holding the wheel wrong," Dongwoo says, amused.
"I am not!" Sungyeol squawks defensively. His knuckles tighten around the wheel of his mother's navy blue station wagon. "This is right! Ten and two!"
"I mean," Dongwoo amends, "your hands are in the right place, but you steer funny. Keep a firm grip on it, don't let it slip through your fingers like that."
"My brother told me to do that," Sungyeol mumbles.
"He was probably talking about turns," Dongwoo says. "Also, it's sad that you defer to your little brother for driving advice."
"Right now I'm deferring to you for driving advice," Sungyeol points out. "Now that's sad."
"Hey now. I'm an awesome driver," Dongwoo asserts, flipping his hair.
"I should just get a real teacher."
"Why get a real teacher when you have me?" Dongwoo says, batting his eyelashes and grinning widely. "I'm a great teacher! Besides, a real teacher'd cost money, and I'm free."
"I'm really, legitimately worried."
"C'mon, you're gonna ace your test. I'll teach you everything I know. You'll be fine!"
"I'm totally fucked."
2.
Dongwoo actually is a pretty good teacher. Aside from the occasional screaming match, the two of them get along well, and Dongwoo manages to stay surprisingly calm in distressing situations.
"Holy fucking shit," Sungyeol gasps, his face going white as a sheet. "My mom's going to kill me. I can never go home. Oh god, I'm going to have to live as an outlaw from now on. I'm gonna die, I can't live on my own! Oh my god, hyung. I'm going to die."
"You're not going to die," Dongwoo says, his face contorting into a half-grimace as he fights to stifle his giggles. "You just drove up on the curb, that's all. Put it in reverse and back up, slowly."
"But I heard a clunk! I definitely heard something clunky. My mom actually told me that if I put a scratch on this car she would make me buy her another one." Sungyeol's eyes go wide. "Oh my god, I'm fucked. I can't afford to buy her a car."
"Yes, you can," Dongwoo says, rolling his eyes. "And you didn't scratch the fucking car, okay? Just get off the curb and everything will be fine."
"Okay, okay," Sungyeol mutters. He switches to reverse, stretches his right hand out behind Dongwoo's headrest, and cranes his neck to see out the back window. "Ugh, I hate driving in reverse."
"You're doing well," Dongwoo says encouragingly, eyeing Sungyeol's Adam's apple and licking his lips. "You're doing really well."
3a.
"I think," Sungyeol says, swallowing thickly, "that I'm completely fucked."
"How so?" Dongwoo asks carefully.
They are driving down the highway, but Sungyeol has refused to say where they are going, and Dongwoo is starting to be nervous because the station wagon is beginning to run low on gas.
"I just am," Sungyeol says.
"You say that a lot," Dongwoo notes.
"Do I?" Sungyeol says. "Well, it's true. My life is terrible."
"It's not that bad."
"I'm in love."
Dongwoo has to do a double take, because that statement came totally out of nowhere, and he pauses for a moment to calm his thudding heart. "In love?"
"I just fucking said that." Sungyeol stares straight ahead at the road, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed tightly together.
"With who?" Dongwoo says, his throat dry.
Sungyeol doesn't reply.
"Sungyeol, who are you in love with?"
Sungyeol continues to say nothing, driving on and pursing his lips tighter than ever.
Dongwoo sighs and settles back into his chair. They drive on like that for a while, with only the rumbling of the engine and the quiet hum of the radio to fill the void of silence between them. A couple of times, Dongwoo tries to get a conversation going ("Are we going back to Seoul?" "Are you hungry? We could stop and get lunch." "So, the weather's pretty nice today!") but Sungyeol remains unresponsive. Finally, Dongwoo takes to fiddling with the radio. His eyes light up when he comes upon the opening bars to Be Mine.
"Hey!" he cries gleefully. "We're on the radio!"
"Turn it off," Sungyeol says suddenly, his voice cracking a little from disuse.
"I've watched over you," Dongwoo croons, ignoring him, "your love, the long farewell - "
"I said, turn it off!" Sungyeol snaps, smacking Dongwoo's hand away from the console and wrenching the volume dial to zero.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dongwoo demands. "It's our song!"
"I don't want to listen to it," Sungyeol says stonily.
"Then will you at least tell me where we're going?"
"We're going to Seoul."
"Why?"
"There's just something I have to do."
"What?"
But Sungyeol reverts to silence once more, and Dongwoo, with his stiff legs and sore back and aching heart, decides he has spent far too long in this car. It's just not worth the pain - physical and otherwise. After this, he swears to himself, the lessons are off.
Because Sungyeol is in love, and Dongwoo is just wasting his time.
3b.
Sungyeol has memorized the way to Myungsoo's house. All of the members have been before, but Sungyeol is the first to drive here. He navigates the narrow street carefully, snagging a lucky parking spot right in front of his destination. Dongwoo doesn't recognize the neighborhood right away, but when he catches sight of Myungsoo's house his eyebrows shoot up skeptically.
"Isn't this - what are we doing here?" he asks.
"Wait here," Sungyeol says tersely. His hands are shaking as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door.
"Oh my god, Sungyeol, what are you doing?" Dongwoo says, his panicked voice a perfect reflection of Sungyeol's inner turmoil.
"Just wait here, I'll be right back."
As he climbs the steps to Myungsoo's door, he glances back at the car, where Dongwoo is returning his gaze with an unreadable expression. Quickly, Sungyeol turns away, steels his nerves, and rings the doorbell.
"Sungyeol?" Thankfully it's Myungsoo, not his mother, who answers, but he looks confused. "Why are you here?"
"I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop by," Sungyeol lies.
Myungsoo looks unimpressed, and it's clear that he sees through Sungyeol's feigned casualness right away. "Right. Sure. So what did you want?"
"I was wondering if we could talk," Sungyeol says, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
"You could have called," Myungsoo says, irked.
"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. I was just nearby, so I thought - "
"Is that your mom's car?" Myungsoo says abruptly, catching sight of the station wagon. "Is that Dongwoo? Why is Dongwoo sitting in your mom's car?"
"He was giving me driving lessons," Sungyeol croaks nervously. "Listen - "
"You drove all the way over here from your mom's house? Are you crazy?"
"A little bit," Sungyeol admits. "Yes, I am a little bit crazy. Can we just talk for a second? Can I come in?"
"Uh," Myungsoo says hesitantly. "This really isn't a good time. I'm taking my mom to a doctor's appointment. You should have called. Maybe we could hang out afterward, though. Can you come back in an hour?"
"No," Sungyeol says quickly, "no, it's okay. We don't have to hang out."
"If there's something you wanna talk about, though," Myungsoo starts, but Sungyeol is already backing away down from the door.
"No, really, it's fine," he says, stumbling a little on the way back to the car. "We don't have to talk. It's fine. I'll just go."
"Well, you could come in for like a minute," Myungsoo calls. "Invite Dongwoo in, too."
"No, we're just gonna go," Sungyeol says, arriving at the car. "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess," Myungsoo says, bemused, watching Sungyeol scramble into the driver's seat. "Bye."
3c.
They run out of gas five blocks from Myungsoo's house, but it's probably for the best because Sungyeol has started to cry. His chin is quivering and though he keeps his eyes resolutely on the road, there are tears streaking his cheeks and dripping into his lap.
"Pull over," Dongwoo says, stricken. "Oh my god, Sungyeol, pull over."
"I'm fine," Sungyeol says brokenly.
"No, you're not. Sungyeol, god, just pull over and let me drive," Dongwoo pleads.
At that moment the engine sputters and dies. Both of them freeze in disbelief for a second, and then Sungyeol lets his head fall forward on the steering wheel with an audible thud.
"I'm such an idiot," he sobs. "Why am I so fucking stupid?"
"Yeollie," Dongwoo says, tugging at the younger boy's elbow. "Sit up. Hey, come on, sit up. Look at me."
Reluctantly, Sungyeol sits up and turns to face Dongwoo, glaring balefully.
"You're not stupid," Dongwoo says soothingly. Sungyeol swipes roughly at his tears with the sleeve of his T-shirt. "You're amazing, okay?" He leans a little closer, close enough to make out the incredible fragility in Sungyeol's puffy eyes and trembling lower lip. "And if Myungsoo can't see that, he's the real idiot."
Sungyeol isn't really buying it, but Dongwoo keeps grinning and spouting nonsensical compliments until Sungyeol's lips curl into a wobbly grin, and then they roll the station wagon to the side of the road and set off for the nearest gas station. As they walk, Dongwoo reaches for Sungyeol's hand and intertwines their fingers tightly; when he squeezes, Sungyeol squeezes back, and Dongwoo's chest seems to constrict immediately in response.
"You should cheer up," he tells Sungyeol. "It's a beautiful day! Look at the sun! It's gorgeous, man. Don't be sad. Okay?"
"Okay, whatever," Sungyeol grumbles.
"Come on," Dongwoo nags, poking Sungyeol's cheek. "Smile!"
"No," Sungyeol snaps.
"You know you want to," Dongwoo says in a sing-song voice. He leers exaggeratedly, until his eyes squeeze shut, and promptly trips over an uneven patch of sidewalk. He manages not to fall over, but his stumble and the look on his face is apparently enough to put his companion in a better mood, because now Sungyeol is laughing and pointing at Dongwoo.
"Hyung, you're so dumb," he giggles.
"I did that on purpose," Dongwoo sniffs, and Sungyeol laughs again. Then he sighs.
"Thanks," he says softly.
"For what?" Dongwoo asks.
Sungyeol slings one gangly arm around Dongwoo's shoulders. "For everything."
Dongwoo gulps as heat rises to his cheeks. "Anytime," he says. And he means it. Literally any time he sees Sungyeol unhappy, he can't help but want to help him. Being the reason behind his dongsaeng's beautiful smile is reward enough for his troubles, and to actually be thanked makes him way happier than it should.
Shit, Dongwoo thinks. I'm the one who’s totally fucked.
Sungyeol says something and laughs, and Dongwoo’s heart flutters helplessly in his chest.
Utterly and completely fucked.
4.
"I can't believe I liked that weirdo," Sungyeol fumes. "God, what is wrong with me."
"At least you never actually confessed to him," Dongwoo points out.
"Big consolation," Sungyeol snaps. "I acted like such a retard."
"Well, it's in the past," Dongwoo says with a shrug. "For right now, you should probably concentrate on the road. Those are pedestrians."
Sungyeol brings the car to a stop at a crosswalk and they watch an elderly woman and her middle-aged daughter cross the street. It's been three weeks since the near-disastrous encounter with Myungsoo, and Sungyeol has slowly come to his senses about his unrequited love.
(Dongwoo has not.)
"I mean, I think I just let all that stupid fanservice shit get to me," Sungyeol continues. "I wanted to love somebody, and he was just right there..."
"Focus on the road," Dongwoo reminds him gently. "If you get distracted during the test tomorrow, you'll definitely fail."
"Maybe I wasn't really in love," Sungyeol muses. "I don't know. I thought I was, but I don't know anymore."
"Don't forget to signal when you change lanes," Dongwoo says, still trying (and failing) to deflect Sungyeol's attention from Myungsoo.
"I was definitely infatuated," Sungyeol concludes. "But I wasn't in love."
"Slow down," Dongwoo tells him. "You're going over the speed limit."
"Then again," Sungyeol says, "I've never been in love before. So maybe I did love him?"
"Let's practice parallel parking," Dongwoo suggests.
"I mean, I do love him like a brother. Like a friend. Like I love all of you guys," Sungyeol says, turning onto a small side street from the main drag of his hometown. "Maybe I confused that with love love. He's just so goddamn handsome."
"Stop talking about Myungsoo," Dongwoo commands, annoyed.
Sungyeol stops, giving Dongwoo a puzzled sidelong glance.
"Now park behind that red truck."
"Hyung," Sungyeol protests. "I can't fit there."
"Yes, you can."
"It's too tight," Sungyeol argues. "I'm really not that good at parallel parking. Not good enough to fit in there."
"I'll help you," Dongwoo says. "Now pull up next to the truck."
"I don't want to," Sungyeol says stubbornly.
"On the test," Dongwoo says, crossing his arms, "and in driving in general, you're gonna have to do things that maybe you don't want to, or that you've never done before. But it's good for you. You're capable of more than you think you are."
"Bullshit."
"Pull up next to the fucking truck, Sungyeol."
Pouting sullenly, Sungyeol does as he's told, and slowly, with Dongwoo feeding him directions, he manages to park the station wagon perfectly in the compact spot.
"Okay, turn the wheel to the left. Hard! Hard left! Okay, straighten it out, and... stop. Good." Dongwoo beams. "See? You did it! That was flawless."
"Huh," Sungyeol says, putting the car in park and leaning back in his seat. "Yeah."
"You did really well," Dongwoo says, patting Sungyeol on the shoulder. "You're gonna be great for the test."
"But the only reason I was able to park just now is because you're here in the car with me," Sungyeol says, frowning slightly.
"You'll be fine, I promise," Dongwoo says. "Okay, now. Can you get out by yourself?"
"No."
"Yes, you can," Dongwoo says, amused. "Do it. I won't say anything."
Sungyeol sighs and starts maneuvering jerkily out of the spot. It's tight, and it takes him a few tries, but he does manage it on his own. Dongwoo applauds enthusiastically.
"Good job! Now go down this street so we can find somewhere to practice driving in reverse."
But the car doesn't move. They remain stationary in the middle of the road, with Sungyeol's foot firmly on the brake and his eyes glued to the wheel.
"Uh, you can start driving now," Dongwoo prompts.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Sungyeol asks, turning to face the passenger seat.
"What do you mean?" Dongwoo says, taken aback.
"I mean, you keep saying all this shit about how I'm a great driver, and I'm going to do well on the test, and... I don't know. I'm not really a very good driver. You don't have to sugarcoat it."
"Do you want me to say that you suck?" Dongwoo says, perplexed. "I don't get why you have a problem with me praising you."
"I don't have a problem with it, I just don't understand it!" Sungyeol bursts out impatiently. "Anyone else would criticize me. You're just so nice all the time now, it's kind of creepy. I mean, you weren't always like this."
"I’m the nicest person ever," Dongwoo says defensively.
"No," Sungyeol shakes his head emphatically, "you can be a total asshole. But lately, to me... you haven't been. And just, you can be honest with me. You won't hurt my feelings by saying bad things about my driving."
"Well," Dongwoo says, scratching his head. "I don't have bad things to say."
"But why not?"
"Cause I love you, I guess," Dongwoo says without thinking. Sungyeol stares at him. "Not like that, you idiot. You're my dongsaeng, of course I love you."
"Okay," Sungyeol says slowly, "okay, sure, but there's also something else. You always listen to me."
"Do you want me to ignore you?" Dongwoo says. "I thought you liked attention."
"I do, but," Sungyeol wrinkles his nose, "you're the only one that listens to my weird rants. I can talk to you about my poop schedule, my belly button lint, my whatever, and you just sit there and listen, nodding and smiling like it's a normal conversation and it never is."
"I actually empathize with your poop schedule," Dongwoo says.
"Except there's one thing you won't listen to," Sungyeol continues over him, "and that's Myungsoo. Whenever I try to talk about him you change the subject. But you're the only one I can talk to about this, because you were there that day, and you cheered me up so I thought... I don't know, I thought you'd help me through this. But you act like you want to erase that day out of your memory." Sungyeol sighs. "Why?"
"Well, it's uncomfortable," Dongwoo says, fidgeting. "To hear you talk about Myungsoo like that is like... imagine if I suddenly started professing my love for Woohyun. You'd be uncomfortable, too, right?"
Sungyeol thinks about this for a moment, his eyes wide with bewilderment. He stares at Dongwoo and says, "Why Woohyun?"
"That was just an example," Dongwoo says quickly. "Look, you're just thinking too much. Right now, you need to work on your parallel parking. Let's go practice that, okay?"
"I'm not thinking too much," Sungyeol mutters, but he complies and starts driving down the block in search of a good place to practice.
The further they drive, the fewer people they see walking around. They seem to be the only car out on these streets today. Dongwoo thinks this is probably a good thing. He also thinks that Sungyeol has finally, finally caught onto him, and he prays that he passes his test the next day because Dongwoo will not be able to survive any more driving lessons.
"Here, here," he says at last, pointing to a spot in the shade of a large oak tree. They've arrived at a neighborhood that consists mostly of shade and trees, actually; distanced from the sidewalk by protective hedges and fancy gardens and long driveways and winding staircases, most of the houses here are completely out of sight, so Sungyeol will be able to practice in relative seclusion. "Okay, I'm not helping you at all. Do it all by yourself."
Sungyeol sticks his tongue out childishly, but doesn't argue. He starts backing into the spot, and Dongwoo has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying anything because he can tell right away that Sungyeol hasn't turned the wheel far enough.
"Shit," Sungyeol says.
"Try again," Dongwoo suggests.
After four more tries, it's clear that Sungyeol is not going to make it. Each successive attempt frustrates and flusters him, and he gets worse and worse. Finally, Dongwoo takes pity.
"I'll do it once and demonstrate," he says, "and then you can try."
"Fine," Sungyeol mumbles, embarrassed.
They get out of the car and switch seats, Dongwoo walking around the front of the car and Sungyeol walking around the back. Dongwoo considers himself a master of parallel parking, and not without reason: he nails it on the first try.
"It's all about practice," he tells Sungyeol as he expertly pulls back out of the spot. "Okay. Your turn."
This time when they get out of the car to switch places, Sungyeol meets Dongwoo at the front of the car. He grabs the older boy's arm roughly.
"Just be honest with me," he hisses, and Dongwoo is suddenly struck by the height difference between them. Sungyeol is towering over him and leaning forward so that their faces are nearly touching and his eyes are burning with annoyance and anger and maybe something else. To be honest, it's kind of turning Dongwoo on.
"What?" he squeaks, his heart slamming thunderously against his ribcage.
"You like Myungsoo, don't you?"
For a long moment, Dongwoo is so dumbstruck he can't even open his mouth to speak. "What?"
"That's why you don't want me to talk about him," Sungyeol says accusingly, "and why you're so nice to me. Because you feel guilty, since I liked him, too."
"I - " Dongwoo sputters.
"Admit it, hyung," Sungyeol says venomously. "You like him, don't you?"
"No, I - you're - I - " Dongwoo stammers.
"Don't be this stupid, hyung," Sungyeol whispers. "Just forget him. It can't end well."
"No shit," Dongwoo says, wrenching himself from Sungyeol's grip. "Wow, talk about stupid. Have you gone out of your fucking mind? I don't like Myungsoo. You fucking idiot."
Sungyeol takes a step back, stung. "Then what - why - ?"
"You haven't gone out of your mind," Dongwoo goes on loudly. "You were never sane to begin with! How could you not notice? I mean, how could you not see? I didn't just start giving you driving lessons out of the goodness of my heart, Sungyeol. I don't listen to your weird rants because I care about your belly button lint. And I don't want to hear you talk about Myungsoo because it's you, Sungyeol, it's you that I want, I want to spend my time with you, and I don't want him to be there too, ruining everything."
"Um. Um, so. So you're saying that you," Sungyeol pauses and licks his lips nervously, "you like me?"
"Yes, you dipshit," Dongwoo sighs. "I like you a lot."
"Well, fuck," Sungyeol whispers.
"Yeah."
There's a prolonged, awkward silence, and as Sungyeol slowly gets redder and redder, Dongwoo watches his helpless expression and thinks, Screw it.
"You're an idiot," Dongwoo says softly, moving close enough to feel the heat emanating from Sungyeol's face, "and unless you get in the car and drive away right this second, I'm going to kiss you."
The look in Sungyeol's eyes is at once frightened and yielding, and Dongwoo has approximately half a heartbeat to rethink what he's doing, but then Sungyeol closes his eyes and parts his lips just a fraction of an inch, and every last bit of doubt is erased from Dongwoo's mind. He tilts his head up and brings his hands to either side of Sungyeol's face, and then he's pressing his lips to Sungyeol's. It's a long kiss, but not a particularly hard one. Sungyeol remains completely frozen the whole time, and Dongwoo is unsure of how far to take it. When he draws back, Sungyeol is giving him a half-lidded gaze filled with something remarkably akin to lust.
So Dongwoo kisses him again, and this time he runs one hand back through Sungyeol's hair, fisting it at the back of his neck and crushing their mouths together. Sungyeol gives a faint whimper at that, but then his hands come up to rest warmly, tentatively on Dongwoo's shoulders, and the kiss deepens.
For a while, Dongwoo is lost in the heady rush of Sungyeol's hands framing his face, of Sungyeol's chest heaving beneath his touch, of Sungyeol pinning him down on the hood of the car.
"Whoa," Dongwoo says, smirking up at a panting Sungyeol. "Easy, boy."
"What the fuck am I doing," Sungyeol whispers, equal parts horror and curiosity.
"You mean what the fuck are we doing," Dongwoo corrects. Because although Sungyeol has trapped Dongwoo by holding both of the older boy's wrists in a death grip behind his head, Dongwoo is the one who's letting him do so.
"What the fuck are we doing?"
"Whatever it is," Dongwoo says, "how about we continue inside the car? Don't wanna risk denting the hood."
Sungyeol releases him and walks to the side of the station wagon. "We were never gonna dent the hood like that."
"You never know," Dongwoo says, wiggling his eyebrows devilishly. Sungyeol laughs, and Dongwoo likes that. He likes that even through this whole mess of hormones and heartbreak and messy teenage emotions, Sungyeol can still laugh at the little things. It's promising, Dongwoo thinks.
“Shit," Sungyeol says suddenly, pausing next to the driver's door. "We should park the car.” He frowns at its position in the middle of the road.
“You do it,” Dongwoo says.
“I can’t.”
“Do it.”
“I’m gonna mess up.”
“Sungyeol,” Dongwoo says imploringly. “Just try.”
So Sungyeol gets into the driver’s seat, takes a deep breath, and puts the car in reverse. To his amazement, he executes the parallel parking job perfectly. He gives Dongwoo a look of incredulity, but Dongwoo just smiles.
“I told you you could do it,” he says proudly.
When they situate themselves in the back of the car, it's a tight fit to say the least. Dongwoo is stretched across the seat, his head propped at an awkward angle against the door and his legs scrunched and bent. Sungyeol is directly above him, straddling his thighs and curling forward to capture Dongwoo's lips in a quick, almost questioning kiss, to which Dongwoo quickly responds by tugging Sungyeol down and thrusting his hips up in a slow grind so that Sungyeol moans into his open mouth and the cramped position is forgotten.
"Wow, fuck," Sungyeol gasps, and Dongwoo nips lightly at his lower lip. "Fuck."
They kiss like that for a while, until Dongwoo's hands are up Sungyeol's shirt and his lips are next to Sungyeol's earlobe and he whispers, "So you're hard right now."
"Am not," Sungyeol protests, flushing.
"Don't try to get away with that," Dongwoo snorts, pulling back to catch Sungyeol's eye with a grin. "Your boner is stabbing me in the hip."
"Yeah, well yours is stabbing me in the thigh," Sungyeol retorts.
"So we're both hard right now," Dongwoo says. "I think we should have sex."
Sungyeol's eyes go wide and his blush deepens and he calls Dongwoo crazy but he doesn't say no.
"It'll be fun," Dongwoo continues cajolingly. "And I promise I'll make you feel good."
"Wait a second," Sungyeol says, sitting up and hitting his head on the ceiling. "Are you saying that you want to fuck me? Like, your dick up my ass?"
"Was that not clear?"
"Um, no motherfucking way in hell!" Sungyeol cries. "If we're gonna have sex, and I never said we were, then I'll be the one doing the fucking."
"You'd be a terrible top," Dongwoo scoffs.
"Like you'd be better!"
"Rock paper scissors."
Sungyeol loses in one round.
"Best two out of three," he insists.
He loses again.
"Three out of five?"
"Sorry," Dongwoo says smugly. "I'll be gentle, I swear."
"I hate you," Sungyeol says, crossing his arms petulantly.
"Yeah, yeah," Dongwoo says. "Now get on your back."
With much difficulty, they switch positions, and Dongwoo tells Sungyeol to raise his legs in the air.
"Why?" Sungyeol asks, hoisting them up. "We're not doing that porn thing, are we? Where the girl's feet go on the guy's shoulders? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm not flexible enough for that."
"No, you dumbass," Dongwoo says. "I have to take off your pants."
"Oh. Right."
Dongwoo pulls Sungyeol's jeans and boxers from slender, shimmying hips, and takes a moment to appreciate the creamy, pale thighs spread before him. As he feasts his eyes, Sungyeol kicks him in the head.
"Stop looking at me," he orders. "This is embarrassing."
"I like your legs," Dongwoo tells him, leaning down to kiss the inside of one thigh. Sungyeol tenses, quivering. "I like your ass. And I like your cock." He lowers his mouth over the head of Sungyeol's erection, and Sungyeol bites down on his fist to stifle the cry that bubbles up at the wet heat enveloping him. Bucking his hips and trembling with pleasure, he closes his eyes as Dongwoo begins to suck in earnest.
"Ngh," Sungyeol whimpers. "Hyung... I'm close..."
At that, Dongwoo pulls back, his swollen lips sliding off Sungyeol's cock with a pop.
"Why are you stopping?" Sungyeol sputters.
"You're gonna come when I fuck you," Dongwoo says matter-of-factly, "and not before."
"You suck," Sungyeol says.
"Literally," Dongwoo snickers, and Sungyeol smacks him in response. "Now if only we had some lube..."
"My mom keeps moisturizing lotion in the glove compartment," Sungyeol offers.
"Does she also keep condoms in there, by chance?" Dongwoo asks as he crawls to the front seat.
"No," Sungyeol says, "but I have some in my wallet."
"You do?" Dongwoo says, surprised.
"Yeah."
"I won't even ask why."
"Gotta be prepared," Sungyeol says. "Don't know when a player's gonna get some game."
Dongwoo throws back his head and laughs. "Fair enough," he says as he retrieves Sungyeol's wallets from his pants, discarded on the floor.
"Hey," Sungyeol says anxiously, watching with apprehension as Dongwoo coats two fingers with pearly white lotion. "If it hurts too much, you'll stop, right?"
"Sure," Dongwoo says easily. "But can you trust me?"
"I guess so."
"Then you don't have to worry."
"I - OW!" Sungyeol yelps as Dongwoo inserts the tip of one finger without warning.
"Shh," Dongwoo says soothingly, and starts massaging the lotion in around the entrance.
"That doesn't feel good," Sungyeol complains. "What if I had to take a shit right now? We wouldn't be able to do this, right?"
"No, we wouldn't."
"Then I have to take a shit right now."
"No, you don't," Dongwoo says calmly. "I know your poop schedule, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Fuck."
Dongwoo continues to prepare him until the small tube of lotion is almost completely empty. He's managed to get three fingers inside, and as he wiggles them experimentally, Sungyeol inhales suddenly, his half-flaccid cock giving a twitch.
"I think we're ready," Dongwoo murmurs. He pulls down his pants to reveal his own cock, and Sungyeol swallows hard.
"I don't know," he says dubiously.
"Just trust me," Dongwoo tells him, and he rolls the condom on quickly. "It's going to be good."
He slathers the remainder of the lotion onto himself, and positions his cock at Sungyeol's entrance. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slides in, clenching his teeth at the sheer heat and unbelievable tightness. It feels amazing, but one glance down at Sungyeol tells him that the other boy doesn't share the feeling.
"Why am I letting you do this?" Sungyeol says, his face screwed up in pain. A single tear slides down the side of his face and into his hair. "Hyung, it doesn't feel good. It hurts."
"I'm sorry," Dongwoo whispers. He leans forward to kiss Sungyeol's cheek, the action shifting their bodies and making the younger boy shudder and wince. "But I'll make it better."
He begins to thrust at an unhurried pace, at the same time reaching down to stroke Sungyeol's neglected cock. Sungyeol groans, and Dongwoo wonders if it's a noise of pain or pleasure, but then he adjusts the alignment of his hips to Sungyeol's ass and is rewarded with a drawn-out, needy cry.
"You like that?" Dongwoo asks softly, speeding his pace. "That feel good?"
"Y - yeah," Sungyeol pants. "Oh, fuck - "
The car is filled with the sound of pounding flesh, and Dongwoo can feel the frame of the vehicle shaking with the force of his thrusts as he fills Sungyeol with his cock. His hands gripping the door behind Sungyeol's head, Dongwoo is finding it hard to keep himself from coming, because the heat surrounding him is driving him over the edge with ecstasy, clouding his mind with rapture. But then Sungyeol, who's been stroking himself hurriedly, sloppily, gives a long, keening yell.
"Fuck," he cries. "Hyung, I'm gonna - "
And then he comes, his seed spurting in thick ropes over his stomach and his ass clenching hard around Dongwoo's cock, and Dongwoo gives in and comes too, his legs going weak with the explosion of pleasure that floods his veins. Spent, he collapses onto Sungyeol, who complains at first that he's sweaty and heavy, but then wraps both arms around the older boy’s torso and rests his cheek against Dongwoo's hair. They stay like that for a while, calming their heartbeats and letting their breathing slow, until finally Dongwoo suggests that maybe they should clean up and get going.
"Am I going to regret this tomorrow?" Sungyeol asks as he pulls his pants back on.
"I really hope not," Dongwoo says truthfully.
"Are you?" Sungyeol says, studying Dongwoo's face carefully.
"No," Dongwoo replies, smiling. "Never."
epilogue
Sungyeol storms into the shared bedroom, where Dongwoo is sprawled on his bed watching cat videos and Myungsoo is sitting on the floor taking selcas.
"I hate you!" he screeches at Dongwoo.
"No, you don't," Dongwoo says, smiling absently.
"You made me fail my driving test!" he continues. "It's all your fault!"
Myungsoo snickers.
"You can always take it again," Dongwoo says.
"Obviously I'm gonna have to!" Sungyeol cries, agitated. "God, hyung!" He flops face-first onto his own bed, grumbling angrily into his pillow. Dongwoo sets down his laptop and goes to comfort his dongsaeng.
"You know what this means, don't you?" he says quietly, seating himself on the edge of the mattress and rubbing calming circles into Sungyeol's back.
"What," Sungyeol says, his voice muffled and upset.
"It means," Dongwoo says, "that I'm gonna have to give you more driving lessons."
noooteesss
i kinda rushed to finish this, just to get it out of my system....and now it's out. phew. onto the next thing (ie 2min hahaha)
i'm trying to finish all my wips before i leave for college (WHICH IS IN LIKE 5 DAYS SO THAT'LL NEVER HAPPEN BUT STILL)
pairing(s): dongwoo/sungyeol
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 5400
summary: 3 times Sungyeol says "I'm fucked," and 1 time Dongwoo fucks him.
a/n: first inpiniteu fic! i love these kids, you have no idea. and i was watching ranking king, and aghhh i love dongwoo, and i love the fact that he's the only one with his license, and i FREAKING LOVE sungyeol and poor bby he failed his test. lol. well i came to a pretty sound conclusion: that dongwoo should teach sungyeol how to drive. and thus~ a crackship was born haha.
1.
"You're holding the wheel wrong," Dongwoo says, amused.
"I am not!" Sungyeol squawks defensively. His knuckles tighten around the wheel of his mother's navy blue station wagon. "This is right! Ten and two!"
"I mean," Dongwoo amends, "your hands are in the right place, but you steer funny. Keep a firm grip on it, don't let it slip through your fingers like that."
"My brother told me to do that," Sungyeol mumbles.
"He was probably talking about turns," Dongwoo says. "Also, it's sad that you defer to your little brother for driving advice."
"Right now I'm deferring to you for driving advice," Sungyeol points out. "Now that's sad."
"Hey now. I'm an awesome driver," Dongwoo asserts, flipping his hair.
"I should just get a real teacher."
"Why get a real teacher when you have me?" Dongwoo says, batting his eyelashes and grinning widely. "I'm a great teacher! Besides, a real teacher'd cost money, and I'm free."
"I'm really, legitimately worried."
"C'mon, you're gonna ace your test. I'll teach you everything I know. You'll be fine!"
"I'm totally fucked."
2.
Dongwoo actually is a pretty good teacher. Aside from the occasional screaming match, the two of them get along well, and Dongwoo manages to stay surprisingly calm in distressing situations.
"Holy fucking shit," Sungyeol gasps, his face going white as a sheet. "My mom's going to kill me. I can never go home. Oh god, I'm going to have to live as an outlaw from now on. I'm gonna die, I can't live on my own! Oh my god, hyung. I'm going to die."
"You're not going to die," Dongwoo says, his face contorting into a half-grimace as he fights to stifle his giggles. "You just drove up on the curb, that's all. Put it in reverse and back up, slowly."
"But I heard a clunk! I definitely heard something clunky. My mom actually told me that if I put a scratch on this car she would make me buy her another one." Sungyeol's eyes go wide. "Oh my god, I'm fucked. I can't afford to buy her a car."
"Yes, you can," Dongwoo says, rolling his eyes. "And you didn't scratch the fucking car, okay? Just get off the curb and everything will be fine."
"Okay, okay," Sungyeol mutters. He switches to reverse, stretches his right hand out behind Dongwoo's headrest, and cranes his neck to see out the back window. "Ugh, I hate driving in reverse."
"You're doing well," Dongwoo says encouragingly, eyeing Sungyeol's Adam's apple and licking his lips. "You're doing really well."
3a.
"I think," Sungyeol says, swallowing thickly, "that I'm completely fucked."
"How so?" Dongwoo asks carefully.
They are driving down the highway, but Sungyeol has refused to say where they are going, and Dongwoo is starting to be nervous because the station wagon is beginning to run low on gas.
"I just am," Sungyeol says.
"You say that a lot," Dongwoo notes.
"Do I?" Sungyeol says. "Well, it's true. My life is terrible."
"It's not that bad."
"I'm in love."
Dongwoo has to do a double take, because that statement came totally out of nowhere, and he pauses for a moment to calm his thudding heart. "In love?"
"I just fucking said that." Sungyeol stares straight ahead at the road, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed tightly together.
"With who?" Dongwoo says, his throat dry.
Sungyeol doesn't reply.
"Sungyeol, who are you in love with?"
Sungyeol continues to say nothing, driving on and pursing his lips tighter than ever.
Dongwoo sighs and settles back into his chair. They drive on like that for a while, with only the rumbling of the engine and the quiet hum of the radio to fill the void of silence between them. A couple of times, Dongwoo tries to get a conversation going ("Are we going back to Seoul?" "Are you hungry? We could stop and get lunch." "So, the weather's pretty nice today!") but Sungyeol remains unresponsive. Finally, Dongwoo takes to fiddling with the radio. His eyes light up when he comes upon the opening bars to Be Mine.
"Hey!" he cries gleefully. "We're on the radio!"
"Turn it off," Sungyeol says suddenly, his voice cracking a little from disuse.
"I've watched over you," Dongwoo croons, ignoring him, "your love, the long farewell - "
"I said, turn it off!" Sungyeol snaps, smacking Dongwoo's hand away from the console and wrenching the volume dial to zero.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dongwoo demands. "It's our song!"
"I don't want to listen to it," Sungyeol says stonily.
"Then will you at least tell me where we're going?"
"We're going to Seoul."
"Why?"
"There's just something I have to do."
"What?"
But Sungyeol reverts to silence once more, and Dongwoo, with his stiff legs and sore back and aching heart, decides he has spent far too long in this car. It's just not worth the pain - physical and otherwise. After this, he swears to himself, the lessons are off.
Because Sungyeol is in love, and Dongwoo is just wasting his time.
3b.
Sungyeol has memorized the way to Myungsoo's house. All of the members have been before, but Sungyeol is the first to drive here. He navigates the narrow street carefully, snagging a lucky parking spot right in front of his destination. Dongwoo doesn't recognize the neighborhood right away, but when he catches sight of Myungsoo's house his eyebrows shoot up skeptically.
"Isn't this - what are we doing here?" he asks.
"Wait here," Sungyeol says tersely. His hands are shaking as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door.
"Oh my god, Sungyeol, what are you doing?" Dongwoo says, his panicked voice a perfect reflection of Sungyeol's inner turmoil.
"Just wait here, I'll be right back."
As he climbs the steps to Myungsoo's door, he glances back at the car, where Dongwoo is returning his gaze with an unreadable expression. Quickly, Sungyeol turns away, steels his nerves, and rings the doorbell.
"Sungyeol?" Thankfully it's Myungsoo, not his mother, who answers, but he looks confused. "Why are you here?"
"I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop by," Sungyeol lies.
Myungsoo looks unimpressed, and it's clear that he sees through Sungyeol's feigned casualness right away. "Right. Sure. So what did you want?"
"I was wondering if we could talk," Sungyeol says, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
"You could have called," Myungsoo says, irked.
"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. I was just nearby, so I thought - "
"Is that your mom's car?" Myungsoo says abruptly, catching sight of the station wagon. "Is that Dongwoo? Why is Dongwoo sitting in your mom's car?"
"He was giving me driving lessons," Sungyeol croaks nervously. "Listen - "
"You drove all the way over here from your mom's house? Are you crazy?"
"A little bit," Sungyeol admits. "Yes, I am a little bit crazy. Can we just talk for a second? Can I come in?"
"Uh," Myungsoo says hesitantly. "This really isn't a good time. I'm taking my mom to a doctor's appointment. You should have called. Maybe we could hang out afterward, though. Can you come back in an hour?"
"No," Sungyeol says quickly, "no, it's okay. We don't have to hang out."
"If there's something you wanna talk about, though," Myungsoo starts, but Sungyeol is already backing away down from the door.
"No, really, it's fine," he says, stumbling a little on the way back to the car. "We don't have to talk. It's fine. I'll just go."
"Well, you could come in for like a minute," Myungsoo calls. "Invite Dongwoo in, too."
"No, we're just gonna go," Sungyeol says, arriving at the car. "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess," Myungsoo says, bemused, watching Sungyeol scramble into the driver's seat. "Bye."
3c.
They run out of gas five blocks from Myungsoo's house, but it's probably for the best because Sungyeol has started to cry. His chin is quivering and though he keeps his eyes resolutely on the road, there are tears streaking his cheeks and dripping into his lap.
"Pull over," Dongwoo says, stricken. "Oh my god, Sungyeol, pull over."
"I'm fine," Sungyeol says brokenly.
"No, you're not. Sungyeol, god, just pull over and let me drive," Dongwoo pleads.
At that moment the engine sputters and dies. Both of them freeze in disbelief for a second, and then Sungyeol lets his head fall forward on the steering wheel with an audible thud.
"I'm such an idiot," he sobs. "Why am I so fucking stupid?"
"Yeollie," Dongwoo says, tugging at the younger boy's elbow. "Sit up. Hey, come on, sit up. Look at me."
Reluctantly, Sungyeol sits up and turns to face Dongwoo, glaring balefully.
"You're not stupid," Dongwoo says soothingly. Sungyeol swipes roughly at his tears with the sleeve of his T-shirt. "You're amazing, okay?" He leans a little closer, close enough to make out the incredible fragility in Sungyeol's puffy eyes and trembling lower lip. "And if Myungsoo can't see that, he's the real idiot."
Sungyeol isn't really buying it, but Dongwoo keeps grinning and spouting nonsensical compliments until Sungyeol's lips curl into a wobbly grin, and then they roll the station wagon to the side of the road and set off for the nearest gas station. As they walk, Dongwoo reaches for Sungyeol's hand and intertwines their fingers tightly; when he squeezes, Sungyeol squeezes back, and Dongwoo's chest seems to constrict immediately in response.
"You should cheer up," he tells Sungyeol. "It's a beautiful day! Look at the sun! It's gorgeous, man. Don't be sad. Okay?"
"Okay, whatever," Sungyeol grumbles.
"Come on," Dongwoo nags, poking Sungyeol's cheek. "Smile!"
"No," Sungyeol snaps.
"You know you want to," Dongwoo says in a sing-song voice. He leers exaggeratedly, until his eyes squeeze shut, and promptly trips over an uneven patch of sidewalk. He manages not to fall over, but his stumble and the look on his face is apparently enough to put his companion in a better mood, because now Sungyeol is laughing and pointing at Dongwoo.
"Hyung, you're so dumb," he giggles.
"I did that on purpose," Dongwoo sniffs, and Sungyeol laughs again. Then he sighs.
"Thanks," he says softly.
"For what?" Dongwoo asks.
Sungyeol slings one gangly arm around Dongwoo's shoulders. "For everything."
Dongwoo gulps as heat rises to his cheeks. "Anytime," he says. And he means it. Literally any time he sees Sungyeol unhappy, he can't help but want to help him. Being the reason behind his dongsaeng's beautiful smile is reward enough for his troubles, and to actually be thanked makes him way happier than it should.
Shit, Dongwoo thinks. I'm the one who’s totally fucked.
Sungyeol says something and laughs, and Dongwoo’s heart flutters helplessly in his chest.
Utterly and completely fucked.
4.
"I can't believe I liked that weirdo," Sungyeol fumes. "God, what is wrong with me."
"At least you never actually confessed to him," Dongwoo points out.
"Big consolation," Sungyeol snaps. "I acted like such a retard."
"Well, it's in the past," Dongwoo says with a shrug. "For right now, you should probably concentrate on the road. Those are pedestrians."
Sungyeol brings the car to a stop at a crosswalk and they watch an elderly woman and her middle-aged daughter cross the street. It's been three weeks since the near-disastrous encounter with Myungsoo, and Sungyeol has slowly come to his senses about his unrequited love.
(Dongwoo has not.)
"I mean, I think I just let all that stupid fanservice shit get to me," Sungyeol continues. "I wanted to love somebody, and he was just right there..."
"Focus on the road," Dongwoo reminds him gently. "If you get distracted during the test tomorrow, you'll definitely fail."
"Maybe I wasn't really in love," Sungyeol muses. "I don't know. I thought I was, but I don't know anymore."
"Don't forget to signal when you change lanes," Dongwoo says, still trying (and failing) to deflect Sungyeol's attention from Myungsoo.
"I was definitely infatuated," Sungyeol concludes. "But I wasn't in love."
"Slow down," Dongwoo tells him. "You're going over the speed limit."
"Then again," Sungyeol says, "I've never been in love before. So maybe I did love him?"
"Let's practice parallel parking," Dongwoo suggests.
"I mean, I do love him like a brother. Like a friend. Like I love all of you guys," Sungyeol says, turning onto a small side street from the main drag of his hometown. "Maybe I confused that with love love. He's just so goddamn handsome."
"Stop talking about Myungsoo," Dongwoo commands, annoyed.
Sungyeol stops, giving Dongwoo a puzzled sidelong glance.
"Now park behind that red truck."
"Hyung," Sungyeol protests. "I can't fit there."
"Yes, you can."
"It's too tight," Sungyeol argues. "I'm really not that good at parallel parking. Not good enough to fit in there."
"I'll help you," Dongwoo says. "Now pull up next to the truck."
"I don't want to," Sungyeol says stubbornly.
"On the test," Dongwoo says, crossing his arms, "and in driving in general, you're gonna have to do things that maybe you don't want to, or that you've never done before. But it's good for you. You're capable of more than you think you are."
"Bullshit."
"Pull up next to the fucking truck, Sungyeol."
Pouting sullenly, Sungyeol does as he's told, and slowly, with Dongwoo feeding him directions, he manages to park the station wagon perfectly in the compact spot.
"Okay, turn the wheel to the left. Hard! Hard left! Okay, straighten it out, and... stop. Good." Dongwoo beams. "See? You did it! That was flawless."
"Huh," Sungyeol says, putting the car in park and leaning back in his seat. "Yeah."
"You did really well," Dongwoo says, patting Sungyeol on the shoulder. "You're gonna be great for the test."
"But the only reason I was able to park just now is because you're here in the car with me," Sungyeol says, frowning slightly.
"You'll be fine, I promise," Dongwoo says. "Okay, now. Can you get out by yourself?"
"No."
"Yes, you can," Dongwoo says, amused. "Do it. I won't say anything."
Sungyeol sighs and starts maneuvering jerkily out of the spot. It's tight, and it takes him a few tries, but he does manage it on his own. Dongwoo applauds enthusiastically.
"Good job! Now go down this street so we can find somewhere to practice driving in reverse."
But the car doesn't move. They remain stationary in the middle of the road, with Sungyeol's foot firmly on the brake and his eyes glued to the wheel.
"Uh, you can start driving now," Dongwoo prompts.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Sungyeol asks, turning to face the passenger seat.
"What do you mean?" Dongwoo says, taken aback.
"I mean, you keep saying all this shit about how I'm a great driver, and I'm going to do well on the test, and... I don't know. I'm not really a very good driver. You don't have to sugarcoat it."
"Do you want me to say that you suck?" Dongwoo says, perplexed. "I don't get why you have a problem with me praising you."
"I don't have a problem with it, I just don't understand it!" Sungyeol bursts out impatiently. "Anyone else would criticize me. You're just so nice all the time now, it's kind of creepy. I mean, you weren't always like this."
"I’m the nicest person ever," Dongwoo says defensively.
"No," Sungyeol shakes his head emphatically, "you can be a total asshole. But lately, to me... you haven't been. And just, you can be honest with me. You won't hurt my feelings by saying bad things about my driving."
"Well," Dongwoo says, scratching his head. "I don't have bad things to say."
"But why not?"
"Cause I love you, I guess," Dongwoo says without thinking. Sungyeol stares at him. "Not like that, you idiot. You're my dongsaeng, of course I love you."
"Okay," Sungyeol says slowly, "okay, sure, but there's also something else. You always listen to me."
"Do you want me to ignore you?" Dongwoo says. "I thought you liked attention."
"I do, but," Sungyeol wrinkles his nose, "you're the only one that listens to my weird rants. I can talk to you about my poop schedule, my belly button lint, my whatever, and you just sit there and listen, nodding and smiling like it's a normal conversation and it never is."
"I actually empathize with your poop schedule," Dongwoo says.
"Except there's one thing you won't listen to," Sungyeol continues over him, "and that's Myungsoo. Whenever I try to talk about him you change the subject. But you're the only one I can talk to about this, because you were there that day, and you cheered me up so I thought... I don't know, I thought you'd help me through this. But you act like you want to erase that day out of your memory." Sungyeol sighs. "Why?"
"Well, it's uncomfortable," Dongwoo says, fidgeting. "To hear you talk about Myungsoo like that is like... imagine if I suddenly started professing my love for Woohyun. You'd be uncomfortable, too, right?"
Sungyeol thinks about this for a moment, his eyes wide with bewilderment. He stares at Dongwoo and says, "Why Woohyun?"
"That was just an example," Dongwoo says quickly. "Look, you're just thinking too much. Right now, you need to work on your parallel parking. Let's go practice that, okay?"
"I'm not thinking too much," Sungyeol mutters, but he complies and starts driving down the block in search of a good place to practice.
The further they drive, the fewer people they see walking around. They seem to be the only car out on these streets today. Dongwoo thinks this is probably a good thing. He also thinks that Sungyeol has finally, finally caught onto him, and he prays that he passes his test the next day because Dongwoo will not be able to survive any more driving lessons.
"Here, here," he says at last, pointing to a spot in the shade of a large oak tree. They've arrived at a neighborhood that consists mostly of shade and trees, actually; distanced from the sidewalk by protective hedges and fancy gardens and long driveways and winding staircases, most of the houses here are completely out of sight, so Sungyeol will be able to practice in relative seclusion. "Okay, I'm not helping you at all. Do it all by yourself."
Sungyeol sticks his tongue out childishly, but doesn't argue. He starts backing into the spot, and Dongwoo has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying anything because he can tell right away that Sungyeol hasn't turned the wheel far enough.
"Shit," Sungyeol says.
"Try again," Dongwoo suggests.
After four more tries, it's clear that Sungyeol is not going to make it. Each successive attempt frustrates and flusters him, and he gets worse and worse. Finally, Dongwoo takes pity.
"I'll do it once and demonstrate," he says, "and then you can try."
"Fine," Sungyeol mumbles, embarrassed.
They get out of the car and switch seats, Dongwoo walking around the front of the car and Sungyeol walking around the back. Dongwoo considers himself a master of parallel parking, and not without reason: he nails it on the first try.
"It's all about practice," he tells Sungyeol as he expertly pulls back out of the spot. "Okay. Your turn."
This time when they get out of the car to switch places, Sungyeol meets Dongwoo at the front of the car. He grabs the older boy's arm roughly.
"Just be honest with me," he hisses, and Dongwoo is suddenly struck by the height difference between them. Sungyeol is towering over him and leaning forward so that their faces are nearly touching and his eyes are burning with annoyance and anger and maybe something else. To be honest, it's kind of turning Dongwoo on.
"What?" he squeaks, his heart slamming thunderously against his ribcage.
"You like Myungsoo, don't you?"
For a long moment, Dongwoo is so dumbstruck he can't even open his mouth to speak. "What?"
"That's why you don't want me to talk about him," Sungyeol says accusingly, "and why you're so nice to me. Because you feel guilty, since I liked him, too."
"I - " Dongwoo sputters.
"Admit it, hyung," Sungyeol says venomously. "You like him, don't you?"
"No, I - you're - I - " Dongwoo stammers.
"Don't be this stupid, hyung," Sungyeol whispers. "Just forget him. It can't end well."
"No shit," Dongwoo says, wrenching himself from Sungyeol's grip. "Wow, talk about stupid. Have you gone out of your fucking mind? I don't like Myungsoo. You fucking idiot."
Sungyeol takes a step back, stung. "Then what - why - ?"
"You haven't gone out of your mind," Dongwoo goes on loudly. "You were never sane to begin with! How could you not notice? I mean, how could you not see? I didn't just start giving you driving lessons out of the goodness of my heart, Sungyeol. I don't listen to your weird rants because I care about your belly button lint. And I don't want to hear you talk about Myungsoo because it's you, Sungyeol, it's you that I want, I want to spend my time with you, and I don't want him to be there too, ruining everything."
"Um. Um, so. So you're saying that you," Sungyeol pauses and licks his lips nervously, "you like me?"
"Yes, you dipshit," Dongwoo sighs. "I like you a lot."
"Well, fuck," Sungyeol whispers.
"Yeah."
There's a prolonged, awkward silence, and as Sungyeol slowly gets redder and redder, Dongwoo watches his helpless expression and thinks, Screw it.
"You're an idiot," Dongwoo says softly, moving close enough to feel the heat emanating from Sungyeol's face, "and unless you get in the car and drive away right this second, I'm going to kiss you."
The look in Sungyeol's eyes is at once frightened and yielding, and Dongwoo has approximately half a heartbeat to rethink what he's doing, but then Sungyeol closes his eyes and parts his lips just a fraction of an inch, and every last bit of doubt is erased from Dongwoo's mind. He tilts his head up and brings his hands to either side of Sungyeol's face, and then he's pressing his lips to Sungyeol's. It's a long kiss, but not a particularly hard one. Sungyeol remains completely frozen the whole time, and Dongwoo is unsure of how far to take it. When he draws back, Sungyeol is giving him a half-lidded gaze filled with something remarkably akin to lust.
So Dongwoo kisses him again, and this time he runs one hand back through Sungyeol's hair, fisting it at the back of his neck and crushing their mouths together. Sungyeol gives a faint whimper at that, but then his hands come up to rest warmly, tentatively on Dongwoo's shoulders, and the kiss deepens.
For a while, Dongwoo is lost in the heady rush of Sungyeol's hands framing his face, of Sungyeol's chest heaving beneath his touch, of Sungyeol pinning him down on the hood of the car.
"Whoa," Dongwoo says, smirking up at a panting Sungyeol. "Easy, boy."
"What the fuck am I doing," Sungyeol whispers, equal parts horror and curiosity.
"You mean what the fuck are we doing," Dongwoo corrects. Because although Sungyeol has trapped Dongwoo by holding both of the older boy's wrists in a death grip behind his head, Dongwoo is the one who's letting him do so.
"What the fuck are we doing?"
"Whatever it is," Dongwoo says, "how about we continue inside the car? Don't wanna risk denting the hood."
Sungyeol releases him and walks to the side of the station wagon. "We were never gonna dent the hood like that."
"You never know," Dongwoo says, wiggling his eyebrows devilishly. Sungyeol laughs, and Dongwoo likes that. He likes that even through this whole mess of hormones and heartbreak and messy teenage emotions, Sungyeol can still laugh at the little things. It's promising, Dongwoo thinks.
“Shit," Sungyeol says suddenly, pausing next to the driver's door. "We should park the car.” He frowns at its position in the middle of the road.
“You do it,” Dongwoo says.
“I can’t.”
“Do it.”
“I’m gonna mess up.”
“Sungyeol,” Dongwoo says imploringly. “Just try.”
So Sungyeol gets into the driver’s seat, takes a deep breath, and puts the car in reverse. To his amazement, he executes the parallel parking job perfectly. He gives Dongwoo a look of incredulity, but Dongwoo just smiles.
“I told you you could do it,” he says proudly.
When they situate themselves in the back of the car, it's a tight fit to say the least. Dongwoo is stretched across the seat, his head propped at an awkward angle against the door and his legs scrunched and bent. Sungyeol is directly above him, straddling his thighs and curling forward to capture Dongwoo's lips in a quick, almost questioning kiss, to which Dongwoo quickly responds by tugging Sungyeol down and thrusting his hips up in a slow grind so that Sungyeol moans into his open mouth and the cramped position is forgotten.
"Wow, fuck," Sungyeol gasps, and Dongwoo nips lightly at his lower lip. "Fuck."
They kiss like that for a while, until Dongwoo's hands are up Sungyeol's shirt and his lips are next to Sungyeol's earlobe and he whispers, "So you're hard right now."
"Am not," Sungyeol protests, flushing.
"Don't try to get away with that," Dongwoo snorts, pulling back to catch Sungyeol's eye with a grin. "Your boner is stabbing me in the hip."
"Yeah, well yours is stabbing me in the thigh," Sungyeol retorts.
"So we're both hard right now," Dongwoo says. "I think we should have sex."
Sungyeol's eyes go wide and his blush deepens and he calls Dongwoo crazy but he doesn't say no.
"It'll be fun," Dongwoo continues cajolingly. "And I promise I'll make you feel good."
"Wait a second," Sungyeol says, sitting up and hitting his head on the ceiling. "Are you saying that you want to fuck me? Like, your dick up my ass?"
"Was that not clear?"
"Um, no motherfucking way in hell!" Sungyeol cries. "If we're gonna have sex, and I never said we were, then I'll be the one doing the fucking."
"You'd be a terrible top," Dongwoo scoffs.
"Like you'd be better!"
"Rock paper scissors."
Sungyeol loses in one round.
"Best two out of three," he insists.
He loses again.
"Three out of five?"
"Sorry," Dongwoo says smugly. "I'll be gentle, I swear."
"I hate you," Sungyeol says, crossing his arms petulantly.
"Yeah, yeah," Dongwoo says. "Now get on your back."
With much difficulty, they switch positions, and Dongwoo tells Sungyeol to raise his legs in the air.
"Why?" Sungyeol asks, hoisting them up. "We're not doing that porn thing, are we? Where the girl's feet go on the guy's shoulders? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm not flexible enough for that."
"No, you dumbass," Dongwoo says. "I have to take off your pants."
"Oh. Right."
Dongwoo pulls Sungyeol's jeans and boxers from slender, shimmying hips, and takes a moment to appreciate the creamy, pale thighs spread before him. As he feasts his eyes, Sungyeol kicks him in the head.
"Stop looking at me," he orders. "This is embarrassing."
"I like your legs," Dongwoo tells him, leaning down to kiss the inside of one thigh. Sungyeol tenses, quivering. "I like your ass. And I like your cock." He lowers his mouth over the head of Sungyeol's erection, and Sungyeol bites down on his fist to stifle the cry that bubbles up at the wet heat enveloping him. Bucking his hips and trembling with pleasure, he closes his eyes as Dongwoo begins to suck in earnest.
"Ngh," Sungyeol whimpers. "Hyung... I'm close..."
At that, Dongwoo pulls back, his swollen lips sliding off Sungyeol's cock with a pop.
"Why are you stopping?" Sungyeol sputters.
"You're gonna come when I fuck you," Dongwoo says matter-of-factly, "and not before."
"You suck," Sungyeol says.
"Literally," Dongwoo snickers, and Sungyeol smacks him in response. "Now if only we had some lube..."
"My mom keeps moisturizing lotion in the glove compartment," Sungyeol offers.
"Does she also keep condoms in there, by chance?" Dongwoo asks as he crawls to the front seat.
"No," Sungyeol says, "but I have some in my wallet."
"You do?" Dongwoo says, surprised.
"Yeah."
"I won't even ask why."
"Gotta be prepared," Sungyeol says. "Don't know when a player's gonna get some game."
Dongwoo throws back his head and laughs. "Fair enough," he says as he retrieves Sungyeol's wallets from his pants, discarded on the floor.
"Hey," Sungyeol says anxiously, watching with apprehension as Dongwoo coats two fingers with pearly white lotion. "If it hurts too much, you'll stop, right?"
"Sure," Dongwoo says easily. "But can you trust me?"
"I guess so."
"Then you don't have to worry."
"I - OW!" Sungyeol yelps as Dongwoo inserts the tip of one finger without warning.
"Shh," Dongwoo says soothingly, and starts massaging the lotion in around the entrance.
"That doesn't feel good," Sungyeol complains. "What if I had to take a shit right now? We wouldn't be able to do this, right?"
"No, we wouldn't."
"Then I have to take a shit right now."
"No, you don't," Dongwoo says calmly. "I know your poop schedule, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Fuck."
Dongwoo continues to prepare him until the small tube of lotion is almost completely empty. He's managed to get three fingers inside, and as he wiggles them experimentally, Sungyeol inhales suddenly, his half-flaccid cock giving a twitch.
"I think we're ready," Dongwoo murmurs. He pulls down his pants to reveal his own cock, and Sungyeol swallows hard.
"I don't know," he says dubiously.
"Just trust me," Dongwoo tells him, and he rolls the condom on quickly. "It's going to be good."
He slathers the remainder of the lotion onto himself, and positions his cock at Sungyeol's entrance. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slides in, clenching his teeth at the sheer heat and unbelievable tightness. It feels amazing, but one glance down at Sungyeol tells him that the other boy doesn't share the feeling.
"Why am I letting you do this?" Sungyeol says, his face screwed up in pain. A single tear slides down the side of his face and into his hair. "Hyung, it doesn't feel good. It hurts."
"I'm sorry," Dongwoo whispers. He leans forward to kiss Sungyeol's cheek, the action shifting their bodies and making the younger boy shudder and wince. "But I'll make it better."
He begins to thrust at an unhurried pace, at the same time reaching down to stroke Sungyeol's neglected cock. Sungyeol groans, and Dongwoo wonders if it's a noise of pain or pleasure, but then he adjusts the alignment of his hips to Sungyeol's ass and is rewarded with a drawn-out, needy cry.
"You like that?" Dongwoo asks softly, speeding his pace. "That feel good?"
"Y - yeah," Sungyeol pants. "Oh, fuck - "
The car is filled with the sound of pounding flesh, and Dongwoo can feel the frame of the vehicle shaking with the force of his thrusts as he fills Sungyeol with his cock. His hands gripping the door behind Sungyeol's head, Dongwoo is finding it hard to keep himself from coming, because the heat surrounding him is driving him over the edge with ecstasy, clouding his mind with rapture. But then Sungyeol, who's been stroking himself hurriedly, sloppily, gives a long, keening yell.
"Fuck," he cries. "Hyung, I'm gonna - "
And then he comes, his seed spurting in thick ropes over his stomach and his ass clenching hard around Dongwoo's cock, and Dongwoo gives in and comes too, his legs going weak with the explosion of pleasure that floods his veins. Spent, he collapses onto Sungyeol, who complains at first that he's sweaty and heavy, but then wraps both arms around the older boy’s torso and rests his cheek against Dongwoo's hair. They stay like that for a while, calming their heartbeats and letting their breathing slow, until finally Dongwoo suggests that maybe they should clean up and get going.
"Am I going to regret this tomorrow?" Sungyeol asks as he pulls his pants back on.
"I really hope not," Dongwoo says truthfully.
"Are you?" Sungyeol says, studying Dongwoo's face carefully.
"No," Dongwoo replies, smiling. "Never."
epilogue
Sungyeol storms into the shared bedroom, where Dongwoo is sprawled on his bed watching cat videos and Myungsoo is sitting on the floor taking selcas.
"I hate you!" he screeches at Dongwoo.
"No, you don't," Dongwoo says, smiling absently.
"You made me fail my driving test!" he continues. "It's all your fault!"
Myungsoo snickers.
"You can always take it again," Dongwoo says.
"Obviously I'm gonna have to!" Sungyeol cries, agitated. "God, hyung!" He flops face-first onto his own bed, grumbling angrily into his pillow. Dongwoo sets down his laptop and goes to comfort his dongsaeng.
"You know what this means, don't you?" he says quietly, seating himself on the edge of the mattress and rubbing calming circles into Sungyeol's back.
"What," Sungyeol says, his voice muffled and upset.
"It means," Dongwoo says, "that I'm gonna have to give you more driving lessons."
noooteesss
i kinda rushed to finish this, just to get it out of my system....and now it's out. phew. onto the next thing (ie 2min hahaha)
i'm trying to finish all my wips before i leave for college (WHICH IS IN LIKE 5 DAYS SO THAT'LL NEVER HAPPEN BUT STILL)