Fell Face Down in Love (With You)
Title: Fell Face Down in Love (With You)
Pairing: Minseok//Luhan
Rating: PG
Warnings: grossness. dumb love. xiuhan. you have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, written just for fun.
Summary: Minseok has a bad day. Luhan kisses it better.
A/N: (This is gross and self indulgent fluff >.<) Originally for shiritori.
The couch is Minseok's favorite spot to think. Whenever he has a rough day at the office (i.e., Baekhyun forgot his headphones (again) and still insisted on playing his SNSD at full blast from behind his flimsy cubicle walls) or he just feels a little blue or blah (i.e., it rains for three days straight, or the corner bakery is out of chocolate glazed doughnuts (again)) Luhan comes home to find him face down on their sofa, his fuzzy sock feet hanging off the armrest nearest the front door.
Today is no different. Luhan eases open the front door and the first thing in his line of vision is a pair of blue and purple striped slipper socks. The toes of the right one are twitching in time with the asymmetrical hum of their lopsided electric fan and Luhan resists the urge to bat at it with his fingers.
Uh oh, Luhan sighs to himself, his stomach’s hopes of a ready and waiting dinner vanishing into the sunset. This is the third time this week, and today's only Wednesday. He hopes that whatever's stressing Minseok is nothing terrible, or it might take half a bottle of chardonnay before he gets his boyfriend relaxed enough to open his mouth and spit his feelings out. Not that Luhan has a problem with drinking delicious grape flavored things with his favorite person, not at all, but they probably shouldn't borderline binge drink too many nights in a row...
"Hello, baby," Luhan says as he tries not to slam the front door. He is mostly successful, but his briefcase tips over as soon as he sets it down and it smacks into the cage of the fan with a loud clang. "Sorry!" Luhan whispers, flinching at Minseok's full body jerk in response to the disturbance.
"How was your day?" Luhan kicks off his dress shoes and sighs in relief when his bare toes sink into the cushy pile of the area rug. He wads up his stripped off socks and they soon follow his lace ups into the corner.
"Mmrph," Minseok groans, his voice muffled by the sofa cushions. He kicks his feet and wriggles his shoulders but makes no move to get up and kiss Luhan hello.
Uh oh.
"Can I get you anything?" Luhan crouches by the armrest of the sofa to slide a hand up the broad expanse of Minseok's back. As much as his fingers itch to sneak beneath the cotton of his boyfriend's clingy T-shirt Luhan is a gentleman and manages to keep his palm on the outside, smoothing the wrinkles from the fabric on the down stroke.
"Nah," Minseok exhales. He shifts just enough so that he's facing Luhan, his left cheek pillowed on the swell of the couch cushion. "Just you. I just want you."
"Ok," Luhan whispers. He leans in to nose along the span of Minseok's forehead before dropping a soft kiss at his temple.
"Thanks for coming home early when I texted you. Sorry for the short notice but--"
"Shh." Luhan slides the pad of his finger between Minseok's fine brows, smoothing the accordion fold of wrinkles starting to impress there. Minseok must be really stressed out if he's begging for attention and then apologizing for it. Luhan is intrigued, but mostly he's concerned. He just wants to help his boyfriend relax and feel better as soon as he can. "What's going on though? You should tell me. I mean, if you feel like it."
"Mm." Minseok's lashes flutter closed as his lips part in a sigh. "Maybe not now. Maybe after dinner?"
"Ok," Luhan says again, this time allowing his fingers to slide into the stiff silk of Minseok's dark hair. "No pressure, whatever you need tonight."
"Thanks, baby," Minseok says, and his smile is soft, weak edged in the flaring light of the setting sun streaming in through the window that outlines his features. "Thanks for taking care of me." He lifts his head into the weight of Luhan’s palm as he strokes along the curve of Minseok’s nape.
"Of course!" Luhan’s tiny smile widens into a grin. He leans in for another kiss, this one just as light as the first but pressed against the bow of Minseok's soft lips. Minseok's exhale is a breathy sigh that floods Luhan's lungs in flurries of affection that make him ache for more contact, the need to wrap Minseok’s slim shoulders in his arms--but Luhan holds his breath and holds his urge. It's Minseok's turn to be pampered tonight, and he won't take anything until Minseok asks for it.
"Lu?" Minseok blinks and Luhan's eyes can't keep up with the subtle shifts of light playing across his irises as the glow of sunlight fades through the room in a procession of jewel facet reflections, liquid flames blooming and dying on the blank canvas of the living room walls.
"Hm?" Luhan can't catch his breath, the way it slips up in his throat like it's trying to escape him and attach itself somewhere in the depths of Minseok's beauty.
"Can you kiss me already?" Minseok doesn't sound sleepy but his eyes are half-lidded and his breaths are shallow and even.
"Oh! Well! In that case, sure." Luhan's grin is 3% surprise and 97% elation. He lays his own head on the edge of the sofa cushion so they're nose to nose, scooting a little closer to ghost his lips over the curve of Minseok's warm mouth. Luhan is still starving, but Minseok is definitely delicious.
"I didn't know if you just wanted a back rub, or..." Luhan shrugs, his shoulders bunching against the cushion beneath them.
"Silly," Minseok tsks, but his voice is softened with too much affection and fatigue to be a real scoff. "Why do you think I called you? To sit across from me holding your breath through dinner, or to sit next to me and give me some love?"
"Or!" Luhan suggests, scrambling to his knees to boost himself onto the couch. Minseok gives a soft oof as Luhan settles above him, knees forked on either side of his waist and hips stilled in the air at a tantalizing height. "I could just sit on you!"
"Oh, you." Minseok shakes his head and his hair makes a swishy sound against the cool leather. "There's always a third option with you isn't there. I should have known."
"Oh, but you like it!" Luhan purrs, lowering himself to blanket Minseok's thin frame. He leans in but Minseok is the one who seals their lips together, lifting his head to claim Luhan's mouth with a soft growl vibrating against Luhan's lips.
"I guess I do," he mutters when he drops his head back to the cushion, still panting for breath. "But mostly, I just love you."
Pairing: Minseok//Luhan
Rating: PG
Warnings: grossness. dumb love. xiuhan. you have been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, written just for fun.
Summary: Minseok has a bad day. Luhan kisses it better.
A/N: (This is gross and self indulgent fluff >.<) Originally for shiritori.
The couch is Minseok's favorite spot to think. Whenever he has a rough day at the office (i.e., Baekhyun forgot his headphones (again) and still insisted on playing his SNSD at full blast from behind his flimsy cubicle walls) or he just feels a little blue or blah (i.e., it rains for three days straight, or the corner bakery is out of chocolate glazed doughnuts (again)) Luhan comes home to find him face down on their sofa, his fuzzy sock feet hanging off the armrest nearest the front door.
Today is no different. Luhan eases open the front door and the first thing in his line of vision is a pair of blue and purple striped slipper socks. The toes of the right one are twitching in time with the asymmetrical hum of their lopsided electric fan and Luhan resists the urge to bat at it with his fingers.
Uh oh, Luhan sighs to himself, his stomach’s hopes of a ready and waiting dinner vanishing into the sunset. This is the third time this week, and today's only Wednesday. He hopes that whatever's stressing Minseok is nothing terrible, or it might take half a bottle of chardonnay before he gets his boyfriend relaxed enough to open his mouth and spit his feelings out. Not that Luhan has a problem with drinking delicious grape flavored things with his favorite person, not at all, but they probably shouldn't borderline binge drink too many nights in a row...
"Hello, baby," Luhan says as he tries not to slam the front door. He is mostly successful, but his briefcase tips over as soon as he sets it down and it smacks into the cage of the fan with a loud clang. "Sorry!" Luhan whispers, flinching at Minseok's full body jerk in response to the disturbance.
"How was your day?" Luhan kicks off his dress shoes and sighs in relief when his bare toes sink into the cushy pile of the area rug. He wads up his stripped off socks and they soon follow his lace ups into the corner.
"Mmrph," Minseok groans, his voice muffled by the sofa cushions. He kicks his feet and wriggles his shoulders but makes no move to get up and kiss Luhan hello.
Uh oh.
"Can I get you anything?" Luhan crouches by the armrest of the sofa to slide a hand up the broad expanse of Minseok's back. As much as his fingers itch to sneak beneath the cotton of his boyfriend's clingy T-shirt Luhan is a gentleman and manages to keep his palm on the outside, smoothing the wrinkles from the fabric on the down stroke.
"Nah," Minseok exhales. He shifts just enough so that he's facing Luhan, his left cheek pillowed on the swell of the couch cushion. "Just you. I just want you."
"Ok," Luhan whispers. He leans in to nose along the span of Minseok's forehead before dropping a soft kiss at his temple.
"Thanks for coming home early when I texted you. Sorry for the short notice but--"
"Shh." Luhan slides the pad of his finger between Minseok's fine brows, smoothing the accordion fold of wrinkles starting to impress there. Minseok must be really stressed out if he's begging for attention and then apologizing for it. Luhan is intrigued, but mostly he's concerned. He just wants to help his boyfriend relax and feel better as soon as he can. "What's going on though? You should tell me. I mean, if you feel like it."
"Mm." Minseok's lashes flutter closed as his lips part in a sigh. "Maybe not now. Maybe after dinner?"
"Ok," Luhan says again, this time allowing his fingers to slide into the stiff silk of Minseok's dark hair. "No pressure, whatever you need tonight."
"Thanks, baby," Minseok says, and his smile is soft, weak edged in the flaring light of the setting sun streaming in through the window that outlines his features. "Thanks for taking care of me." He lifts his head into the weight of Luhan’s palm as he strokes along the curve of Minseok’s nape.
"Of course!" Luhan’s tiny smile widens into a grin. He leans in for another kiss, this one just as light as the first but pressed against the bow of Minseok's soft lips. Minseok's exhale is a breathy sigh that floods Luhan's lungs in flurries of affection that make him ache for more contact, the need to wrap Minseok’s slim shoulders in his arms--but Luhan holds his breath and holds his urge. It's Minseok's turn to be pampered tonight, and he won't take anything until Minseok asks for it.
"Lu?" Minseok blinks and Luhan's eyes can't keep up with the subtle shifts of light playing across his irises as the glow of sunlight fades through the room in a procession of jewel facet reflections, liquid flames blooming and dying on the blank canvas of the living room walls.
"Hm?" Luhan can't catch his breath, the way it slips up in his throat like it's trying to escape him and attach itself somewhere in the depths of Minseok's beauty.
"Can you kiss me already?" Minseok doesn't sound sleepy but his eyes are half-lidded and his breaths are shallow and even.
"Oh! Well! In that case, sure." Luhan's grin is 3% surprise and 97% elation. He lays his own head on the edge of the sofa cushion so they're nose to nose, scooting a little closer to ghost his lips over the curve of Minseok's warm mouth. Luhan is still starving, but Minseok is definitely delicious.
"I didn't know if you just wanted a back rub, or..." Luhan shrugs, his shoulders bunching against the cushion beneath them.
"Silly," Minseok tsks, but his voice is softened with too much affection and fatigue to be a real scoff. "Why do you think I called you? To sit across from me holding your breath through dinner, or to sit next to me and give me some love?"
"Or!" Luhan suggests, scrambling to his knees to boost himself onto the couch. Minseok gives a soft oof as Luhan settles above him, knees forked on either side of his waist and hips stilled in the air at a tantalizing height. "I could just sit on you!"
"Oh, you." Minseok shakes his head and his hair makes a swishy sound against the cool leather. "There's always a third option with you isn't there. I should have known."
"Oh, but you like it!" Luhan purrs, lowering himself to blanket Minseok's thin frame. He leans in but Minseok is the one who seals their lips together, lifting his head to claim Luhan's mouth with a soft growl vibrating against Luhan's lips.
"I guess I do," he mutters when he drops his head back to the cushion, still panting for breath. "But mostly, I just love you."