100 SJ FICS: #095
095. Drowning, Donghae+Kibum
"Kibum-ah." Donghae's voice sounds strained over the phone. "Help me. There's water everywhere - on the floor, in my hair, dripping from the ceiling. All the faucets in my apartment are leaking, and there's water oozing from the bottom of my flower pot. It wants me. It's trying to get under my skin. It's - it's under my nails and stuff. I don't know what to do." His voice pushes at the border of hysterical.
On the other side of the line, Kibum rolls over in bed, away from his girlfriend. "Donghae..." He takes a look over his shoulder at his girlfriend, who rolls her eyes. 'Him again,' he knows she's thinking, 'Crazy, loopy Lee Donghae.'
He wants to tell Donghae to come over, but his girlfriend winks at him and stretches so that the sheets slip down and reveal creamy breasts topped with pert nipples of a dusky rose color. "Just... tell your landlord to turn off the water," he says instead. "Look, I gotta go. Call me again in the morning."
He clicks the phone off and drops it on the bedside table. His girlfriend smiles and reaches for him.
"Your mouth is amazing, baby," he tells her as she slinks down and takes him into her mouth. "And those pretty lips, they feel so good on my cock." He falls silent after that, letting his head sink back into the pillow and thrusting his hips forward.
His girlfriend is good at what she does, makes it easy for him to forget his best friend's pleading voice in his head. She makes it easy to forget to worry about Donghae and his ideas about water.
But then the phone rings again when he can just start to feel his orgasm sucking in his stomach muscles. In vibrate mode, his phone clatters on top of the wooden surface of his nightstand, and the harsh sound tumbles him back from the edge.
"Jesus," his girlfriend bitches, pulling away. "If that's Donghae again- "
"He's my friend, all right?" Kibum speaks harshly to her; but when he picks up the phone, he's short with Donghae as well. "What? What is it?"
"S-sorry," whispers Donghae.
The other man sounds shaken, and Kibum's not sure if it's because of the water or his ire. But then he hears a sound on the other end of the line, like the sound of a wave crashing against the tideline. He makes an involuntary noise of surprise.
"You can hear it, right? The water... It's- It's getting higher. Kibum-ah..."
"Well then leave! Come over here. You’re always welcome here."
“I can’t,” Donghae whispers, suffocating in his fear. “Help me, Kibum.”
A warm tongue on the head of his cock has Kibum arching up in surprise. “Oh fuck, baby,” he moans, barely remembering to pull the phone away from his head. And then his orgasm hits and he lets the phone drop from his fingers to the floor, Donghae’s pleas drowned by the rush inside his head.
"Kibum-ah." Donghae's voice sounds strained over the phone. "Help me. There's water everywhere - on the floor, in my hair, dripping from the ceiling. All the faucets in my apartment are leaking, and there's water oozing from the bottom of my flower pot. It wants me. It's trying to get under my skin. It's - it's under my nails and stuff. I don't know what to do." His voice pushes at the border of hysterical.
On the other side of the line, Kibum rolls over in bed, away from his girlfriend. "Donghae..." He takes a look over his shoulder at his girlfriend, who rolls her eyes. 'Him again,' he knows she's thinking, 'Crazy, loopy Lee Donghae.'
He wants to tell Donghae to come over, but his girlfriend winks at him and stretches so that the sheets slip down and reveal creamy breasts topped with pert nipples of a dusky rose color. "Just... tell your landlord to turn off the water," he says instead. "Look, I gotta go. Call me again in the morning."
He clicks the phone off and drops it on the bedside table. His girlfriend smiles and reaches for him.
"Your mouth is amazing, baby," he tells her as she slinks down and takes him into her mouth. "And those pretty lips, they feel so good on my cock." He falls silent after that, letting his head sink back into the pillow and thrusting his hips forward.
His girlfriend is good at what she does, makes it easy for him to forget his best friend's pleading voice in his head. She makes it easy to forget to worry about Donghae and his ideas about water.
But then the phone rings again when he can just start to feel his orgasm sucking in his stomach muscles. In vibrate mode, his phone clatters on top of the wooden surface of his nightstand, and the harsh sound tumbles him back from the edge.
"Jesus," his girlfriend bitches, pulling away. "If that's Donghae again- "
"He's my friend, all right?" Kibum speaks harshly to her; but when he picks up the phone, he's short with Donghae as well. "What? What is it?"
"S-sorry," whispers Donghae.
The other man sounds shaken, and Kibum's not sure if it's because of the water or his ire. But then he hears a sound on the other end of the line, like the sound of a wave crashing against the tideline. He makes an involuntary noise of surprise.
"You can hear it, right? The water... It's- It's getting higher. Kibum-ah..."
"Well then leave! Come over here. You’re always welcome here."
“I can’t,” Donghae whispers, suffocating in his fear. “Help me, Kibum.”
A warm tongue on the head of his cock has Kibum arching up in surprise. “Oh fuck, baby,” he moans, barely remembering to pull the phone away from his head. And then his orgasm hits and he lets the phone drop from his fingers to the floor, Donghae’s pleas drowned by the rush inside his head.