Junho/Nichkhun, come be my lady.
Title: come be my lady
Pairing: Junho/Nichkhun
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 550
Notes: This is completely lacking in substance.
“Just pretend I’m a girl.” Nichkhun said, his mouth hovering dangerously close and his hands clasped around Junho’s bony wrists, pinning them to his lap as if it prevent him from escaping. They had stayed hours after practice finished and three stolen bottles of soju were graciously passed around between eleven boys. Everyone else had filed out in a commotion with the intention of going out on the city, but they had found themselves staying behind to finish the last bottle.
Everything was okay, up until Nichkhun started looking at him out of the corner of his eye. It was really obvious, the way he was watching him intently, chewing on his lip. He isn’t sure when it started or why, but he can remember an incident a few weeks back where Nichkhun had silently forced him into a corner after a performance, hands shaking and silently bracing him against the wall. He had looked at him searchingly, as if needing some kind of permission, but Jaebum and Taekyeon barreled through before anything went further.
It was starting to get annoying.
“What?” Junho asked bluntly. His hands fumbled with one of the empty bottles and it rolled across the studio’s linoleum floor.
“You have something on your face.”
You really suck at lying Junho thinks when hesitant lips brushed his own, testing boundaries.
“What are you doing?” Junho slurred in drunken protest and sat back to accommodate Nichkhun when he slid onto his lap and straddled him.
“I don’t know, but don’t stop me.” Nichkhun replied in broken, stifled Korean.
“You’re completely messed up. Guys don’t do this kind of thing.” Contrary to his words, Junho couldn’t help running a hand down the small of his back, couldn’t stop his hands from spreading against the curve of Nichkhun’s ass, and curling into the belt’s loops so he could tug his hips closer.
“Just want to.” Nichkhun made a noise in the back of his throat and gripped Junho’s shoulders. The pads of his thumbs pressed white into Nichkhun’s forearm, and he could hear his breathe hitch when his hands slid cold into the back of Nichkhun’s jeans.
Junho realizes that he is far from feeling like a girl. Then again, as much as Junho hates to admit it, he hasn’t had that much experience with them anyways. There was that girl in high school, the shy one with the thick glasses and too short skirt who was an awkward first, but that was it. She doesn’t compare to Nichkhun. His shoulders are wide and his body isn’t soft or delicate like a girl’s, either. His mouth is slick and hot and Junho kisses him until he can’t taste soju anymore.
Alarms start flashing when Junho hears the clank of his belt being unfastened and Nichkhun’s tongue slides against his teeth.
“But you’re such a tease onstage.” Its English Junho can’t pick apart, but he can still understand the context behind them.
There is something incredibly hot about Nichkhun’s innocence, Junho’s thinks when he hears, “Don’t run away,” and he’s sliding down his body, pulling his pants along the way. Really, no one can compare, especially when his fingers slide seamlessly through Nichkhun’s hair and just hold to stop from quivering, to keep those lips and that tongue from ever stopping.
Pairing: Junho/Nichkhun
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 550
Notes: This is completely lacking in substance.
“Just pretend I’m a girl.” Nichkhun said, his mouth hovering dangerously close and his hands clasped around Junho’s bony wrists, pinning them to his lap as if it prevent him from escaping. They had stayed hours after practice finished and three stolen bottles of soju were graciously passed around between eleven boys. Everyone else had filed out in a commotion with the intention of going out on the city, but they had found themselves staying behind to finish the last bottle.
Everything was okay, up until Nichkhun started looking at him out of the corner of his eye. It was really obvious, the way he was watching him intently, chewing on his lip. He isn’t sure when it started or why, but he can remember an incident a few weeks back where Nichkhun had silently forced him into a corner after a performance, hands shaking and silently bracing him against the wall. He had looked at him searchingly, as if needing some kind of permission, but Jaebum and Taekyeon barreled through before anything went further.
It was starting to get annoying.
“What?” Junho asked bluntly. His hands fumbled with one of the empty bottles and it rolled across the studio’s linoleum floor.
“You have something on your face.”
You really suck at lying Junho thinks when hesitant lips brushed his own, testing boundaries.
“What are you doing?” Junho slurred in drunken protest and sat back to accommodate Nichkhun when he slid onto his lap and straddled him.
“I don’t know, but don’t stop me.” Nichkhun replied in broken, stifled Korean.
“You’re completely messed up. Guys don’t do this kind of thing.” Contrary to his words, Junho couldn’t help running a hand down the small of his back, couldn’t stop his hands from spreading against the curve of Nichkhun’s ass, and curling into the belt’s loops so he could tug his hips closer.
“Just want to.” Nichkhun made a noise in the back of his throat and gripped Junho’s shoulders. The pads of his thumbs pressed white into Nichkhun’s forearm, and he could hear his breathe hitch when his hands slid cold into the back of Nichkhun’s jeans.
Junho realizes that he is far from feeling like a girl. Then again, as much as Junho hates to admit it, he hasn’t had that much experience with them anyways. There was that girl in high school, the shy one with the thick glasses and too short skirt who was an awkward first, but that was it. She doesn’t compare to Nichkhun. His shoulders are wide and his body isn’t soft or delicate like a girl’s, either. His mouth is slick and hot and Junho kisses him until he can’t taste soju anymore.
Alarms start flashing when Junho hears the clank of his belt being unfastened and Nichkhun’s tongue slides against his teeth.
“But you’re such a tease onstage.” Its English Junho can’t pick apart, but he can still understand the context behind them.
There is something incredibly hot about Nichkhun’s innocence, Junho’s thinks when he hears, “Don’t run away,” and he’s sliding down his body, pulling his pants along the way. Really, no one can compare, especially when his fingers slide seamlessly through Nichkhun’s hair and just hold to stop from quivering, to keep those lips and that tongue from ever stopping.