Flipbook 3/3
Title: Flipbook
Pairing: Eunhae
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Genre: Fluff and other stuff
Summary: Having fun isn't hard when you've got a library card.
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Hyukjae lies in bed, Honeydew sprawled out on top of him. He grins and pets the moose's soft fur. He hasn't gotten much work done today. He'd slept in late, worked a little, and has just recently crawled back into bed for moose snuggles. As soon as a soft knock sounds at his door and Kyuhyun enters, he hides his grin, acting nonchalant.
“So...” Kyuhyun starts, eying the moose, “you went on a date with that librarian last night, right?”
Hyukjae looks over Kyuhyun curiously with narrowed eyes and then he sighs.
“Stop acting like you don't want to know the details and come sit down.”
Kyuhyun crosses his arms and hesitantly makes his way closer, eventually sitting on the edge of Hyukjae's bed and looking indifferent.
“So how'd it go?” he asks.
“Good,” Hyukjae answers. “We did some shopping and talking and we ate some food.”
“That's it?” Kyuhyun asks, bored with Hyukjae's response.
“And he bought me a moose. And he kissed me and asked me to go out with him again tonight. ”
“I didn't need to know that,” Kyuhyun grumbles as if he doesn't care. It's clear that he does care, though, when a few seconds later, he asks a question. “You're meeting him again, then?” He continues after Hyukjae nods. “Where are you going?”
“He texted me earlier saying it's a place where he can show me something special.”
“Does he mean his dick?”
“Kyuhyun!” Hyukjae reaches one of Honeydew's limbs out and smacks Kyuhyun with it.
“What? I just thought you'd finally be getting laid tonight.”
“No...” Hyukjae sighs, “I wish. But I think he wants to take things slow. I doubt he'll want to have sex with me since he told me he didn't want to kiss me when we were drunk because he wanted our first kiss to be sober.”
“Wow,” Kyuhyun says “that sounds really-”
“Adorable?”
“Lame.”
Hyukjae's shoulders slump as he frowns.
“Do you at least have condoms in case he really does mean his dick?” Kyuhyun asks.
Hyukjae blinks. He hadn't even thought about that. Sure, he'd been daydreaming about seeing what's below Donghae's delicious collar bones and more but he hadn't actually considered it a reality.
Seeing the look on Hyukjae's face, Kyuhyun sighs. He stands and leaves the room, coming back only a minute later to toss several condoms and a small bottle of lube on the bed. Hyukjae looks from the items to Kyuhyun's face and then he gives Kyuhyun the sweetest smile he can manage.
“Thank you, Kyuhyun,” he coos in a way that makes Kyuhyun cringe.
As soon as Kyuhyun leaves, Hyukjae begins looking through his closet, looking for any clothing with pockets that can conceal condoms and lube.
-
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Are you ready to go?”
Hyukjae nods, only managing to hide half of his enormous smile as he climbs into Donghae's car.
“Nice,” he remarks, referring to the interior of Donghae's car.
Donghae gives him a strange look.
“Really?” he asks. “It's not really anything special. Just a car.”
“A nice car.”
“You're just weird,” Donghae says playfully, making both of them smile.
They make small talk about their days as Donghae drives. Hyukjae admits that he hadn't done much work and Donghae says that his day had been boring... until now. Hyukjae finds Donghae cute in a way that makes him both punchable and huggable. As he's wondering if Donghae is a good hugger, the car begins to slow and he looks up to see the cafe that he had visited when he first moved here.
“I've been here before,” he says as Donghae parks.
“Really?” Donghae asks and Hyukjae nods. Donghae smiles. “Well, you haven't been here on a Friday night.”
Hyukjae isn't sure what that means but he doesn't have time to ask because Donghae is already out of the car. He follows curiously, realizing that the small parking lot they're walking through is practically full. The inside of the cafe is as well. A few people wave to Donghae or call his name as he and Hyukjae make their way across the room to sit at a small table against a wall.
“You're popular,” Hyukjae points out as they take off their coats and settle into their seats.
“I just come here a lot,” Donghae replies. “Want something to drink or eat?”
“Why don't you pick something for me since you're familiar with the place?”
Donghae seemingly accepts that challenge and stands to walk to the counter. Hyukjae blatantly ogles his ass as he does. Hyukjae decides that Donghae's thighs in tight black pants is the best thing he's ever seen in his life. Then he squirms and looks away as he remembers the small bottle of lube and the condoms in his pocket.
“Hope you like cream puffs.”
Hyukjae is a bit startled by the sudden voice and then stares disbelievingly as a cream puff and a cup of hot chocolate is placed in front of him.
“What's that look for?” Donghae asks curiously as he sits down again.
“Oh, it's nothing... I just ordered a cream puff when I came here before, so...”
“Did you like it?” Donghae asks, eyes widened slightly in alarm.
“Yeah,” Hyukjae assures quickly, trying not to laugh at Donghae's expression. It hadn't been the best cream puff in the world but it had definitely been a taste that Hyukjae wouldn't mind trying again. He starts to eat and takes a sip of his sweet drink when he notices that Donghae hadn't gotten anything for himself.
“Are you not eating?” he asks.
“Not yet.”
Hyukjae stares quizzically but doesn't get an answer in verbal form. He instead watches as Donghae stands and crosses the room to the corner filled with amplifiers. There's an acoustic guitar propped against the wall and Donghae picks it up before sitting on a stool in front of a microphone. Hyukjae watches in complete awe as Donghae's fingers begin strumming and the rest of the room slowly grows quiet. After several measures of chords, Donghae begins to sing. His voice isn't the most powerful or the most perfect but it's heartwarming to Hyukjae as he listens to the sweet melody that Donghae sings. Donghae's eyes alternate from closing to concentrate on raw emotion and opening to make direct eye contact with Hyukjae. Hyukjae wants to shy away and hide but he can only stare back, smiling like a complete fool because a gorgeous man is singing to him and he's probably more than a little crazy for said gorgeous man.
As the song ends and the room fills with applause, Hyukjae wishes he had a cold drink that he could press against his burning cheeks. He claps as well before averting his eyes from Donghae, trying to compose himself as Donghae walks over and takes his seat across from Hyukjae again. Hyukjae glances up at him, noticing that he looks a little bit nervous to hear Hyukjae's reaction.
“You're amazing,” Hyukjae blurts out.
Donghae looks shocked at the sudden compliment but then gives a proud but slightly bashful smile.
“Thanks,” he says.
“Honestly,” Hyukjae continues, “you sounded really good. I always thought guitar players were impressive, especially when they sing and play at the same time. You're really talented.”
Donghae's smile turns a bit mischievous as he tilts his head, looking straight at Hyukjae.
“You're just saying that because you want to have sex with me.”
Hyukjae nearly chokes on his hot chocolate, staring at Donghae incredulously.
“What?” he wheezes.
Donghae reaches into his pocket and lifts his hand up to reveal a very familiar-looking condom. Hyukjae's body goes rigid as he pats his pocket, realizing that he's one condom short.
“You dropped it earlier,” Donghae says, concealing the condom again.
“Shit,” Hyukjae says with a sarcastic smile to hide his anxiety.
Donghae laughs. “Don't worry about it,” he says. “I can't really blame you for wanting the whole kinky librarian experience.”
Hyukjae's eyes narrow. Donghae is making fun of him.
“Well you totally brought me hear to show me you can play guitar and sing because you thought it would help you get into my pants.”
Donghae's smile falls at that. “What? No! I just wanted to share this place with you and I thought maybe you'd like to hear me sing.”
Hyukjae continues to stare at Donghae, crossing his arms.
“Okay,” Donghae continues, tapping his fingers on the table, “I'll admit that making you want to have sex with me is a great bonus effect.”
“I never said it makes me wanna have sex with you,” Hyukjae protests.
“Oh, right.” Donghae looks away at that, unsure what to say.
Hyukjae sighs, leaning his crossed arms on the table. “It definitely makes me want to kiss you,” he says. “A lot.”
Donghae looks at Hyukjae again, maintaining composure for only a split second before he breaks into a grin that Hyukjae mirrors immediately.
“Ever been in a closed library at night?” Donghae asks.
Hyukjae almost laughs at the question.
“No,” he says, “that's generally pretty illegal.”
Donghae laughs at that and then he stands, grabbing his coat.
“Let's get out of here.”
-
Hyukjae is a mix of nervousness and excitement as they pull up to the darkened library.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asks quietly although there's no one around to hear him.
“It's fine,” Donghae assures, stepping out of the car. “There's no one here but us.”
Hyukjae has the remainder of his hot chocolate in his hands, letting the warmth of the cup heat his hands as they approach the building. Donghae has his own cup as well that he happily sips on as he finds the key on his key chain that unlocks the front door. Hyukjae can't help staring at the way Donghae's throat bobs as he swallows.
The inside of the library is lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. It paints the gray carpet blue and Hyukjae marvels at how mysterious it makes the rows and rows of books seem.
“It's... kind of gorgeous in here,” Hyukjae nearly whispers, barely filling the silence with his voice. He walks slowly, his feet barely making a noise against the carpet. Donghae follows quietly behind, observing Hyukjae and letting him explore.
Hyukjae stops at a book shelf, running his fingers across the books. He finally turns around to face Donghae, smiling softly.
“I'm glad you brought me here,” he says.
Donghae takes a step forward, closing the distance between them.
“Me too,” he whispers before leaning in and gently pressing his lips against Hyukjae's.
Hyukjae kisses back, unable to control his smile because when Donghae's lips part he realizes that they both taste like chocolate. Remembering the hot chocolate in both of their hands, Hyukjae pulls away abruptly, causing Donghae to stare at him confusedly.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” Hyukjae says immediately. “It's just... the chocolate.” He holds up his cup and watches as understanding passes over Donghae's face.
Donghae takes both his cup and Hyukjae's and walks to a table, setting Hyukjae's down before taking a gulp of his own and setting it down as well. Hyukjae tilts his head slightly, wondering why Donghae is approaching him so quickly - and then he understands. Donghae's tongue is sweet, soft, wet, and hot as it slides into Hyukjae's mouth and it propels Hyukjae's desire to a point that has him curling his hands in Donghae's hair and silently begging for more.
Donghae's hands find Hyukjae's hips and he pulls their bodies closer together, grinding himself against Hyukjae who whimpers in response. Hyukjae leans back against the bookshelf and feels the books behind him shift. He breaks away from Donghae's mouth and turns to look at the shelf before turning back. He grins and leans forward, brushing his nose against Donghae's cheek before whispering in his ear.
“I want you to fuck me against this bookshelf.”
Although Donghae hadn't expected those words, he's quick to latch his mouth to Hyukjae's neck, sucking and biting while one of his hands reaches between them to rub Hyukjae through his pants. Hyukjae groans, gripping onto Donghae's jacket tightly and slowly sliding it from Donghae's arms, trying not to buckle under the pleasure of mouth and hand. When Donghae lets the jacket slide to the floor, Hyukjae notices that he's wearing the sweater he'd bought on their date. He's also wearing just the right amount of a delicious-smelling cologne that just makes Hyukjae want him more.
“Oh god hurry up,” Hyukjae groans, hastily reaching to unzip Donghae's pants.
“In a rush?” Donghae asks. He looks down, wondering how it's possible for someone to take another person's pants off that quickly.
“Yes,” Hyukjae states, pulling Donghae's tight jeans down to leave him in his boxers. “I've been wanting to get into these pants for so long.”
“I get that but...” Donghae starts and Hyukjae stops moving, “can we maybe slow down just a little?”
When Hyukjae realizes that he might be making Donghae uncomfortable by moving too fast, he panics.
“I'm sorry!” he says quickly, “I'm so, so sorry. Let me just... um.” He bends down and starts to pull Donghae's pants back up.
“What are you...” Donghae laughs. “Hyukjae... Hyukjae stop.” Donghae keeps laughing as he holds Hyukjae's arms still at his side. “Just... relax. And maybe... let me kiss you again?”
Hyukjae stops panicking. He looks to Donghae's eyes and finds the nervousness between them slipping away. He smiles softly at that and then he breathes, calming himself as Donghae leans in to kiss him again. Hyukjae is glad to take this slowly, moving his hands just slightly under Donghae's shirt to feel hot skin and taut muscles. He lets out a soft, pleasured breath against Donghae's lips when Donghae pulls away slightly and begins slowly, very slowly, unzipping Hyukjae's pants.
“Does this mean I can take these off again?” Hyukjae asks with a smile, playing with Donghae's waistband.
Before responding, Donghae reaches into Hyukjae's pocket, removing the condoms and lube and setting them on the bookshelf. “Mine are only coming off if yours are, too.”
Hyukjae doesn't protest, letting his pants fall and stepping out of them. He kicks his shoes off in the process, leaving his bottom half entirely naked.
“No underwear?” Donghae asks, voice cracking as he tries not to look down.
“Easy access,” Hyukjae whispers against Donghae's mouth before sliding down to pull Donghae's pants and boxers off completely.
Donghae swallows nervously, breathing a little shaky as he leans against Hyukjae and rubs his bare thighs with his hands.
“Too fast?” Hyukjae whispers, kissing along Donghae's cheek gently.
Donghae's response is given rather forcefully as he slips his hands under Hyukjae's thighs and lifts him up, making him wrap his legs around Donghae's body. Hyukjae lets out a noise of surprise and clings to Donghae tightly, using the bookshelf as support behind him.
“You don't weigh anything,” Donghae says with wide eyes, “do you ever eat?”
“Only on Thursdays.”
Donghae's eyes widen further and Hyukjae frowns at him, reaching behind himself to pull a book off the shelf and smack Donghae on the head with it.
“I'm kidding,” Hyukjae groans. “Now can you put me down? I'm kind of... um... uncomfortable.”
Donghae looks down to see Hyukjae's erection pressed up against his shirt and he hurriedly lowers Hyukjae onto the floor again. When Hyukjae is back on his feet, he finally finds his embarrassment and bites his lip shyly, looking away from Donghae.
“We should... um...” Hyukjae starts but rather than finishing his sentence he turns around and bends down, exposing himself to Donghae.
“Right,” Donghae breathes. To break the slight tension and make both of them more comfortable, Donghae steps forward and slowly runs his hands along Hyukjae's thighs, running them up under Hyukjae's shirt and gently massaging his back. He lifts Hyukjae's shirt up slightly, leaning down to kiss across warm, smooth skin. His hands then roam lower, squeezing Hyukjae's ass and feeling him tense up in pleasure.
Donghae reaches for the lube, pouring just enough on his fingers before slowly pressing them inside of Hyukjae. He feels Hyukjae shiver slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, running his free hand along Hyukjae's thigh.
“It's just cold,” Hyukjae replies back, the little bit of humor in his voice making Donghae smile.
The second and third fingers are cold as well but Hyukjae doesn't mind as he grips the bookshelf in front of him and closes his eyes, relaxing his muscles easily under Donghae's touches. Soon, cold doesn't really register in his mind anymore and all he feels is hot. As soon as Donghae's fingers slide out of him, he turns around to pull Donghae close, kissing him once before pulling away. He reaches for a condom and the lube, staring at Donghae while he rips the condom open, barely glancing at what he's doing before sliding it onto Donghae's erection. Donghae moans, resting his head on Hyukjae's shoulder as Hyukjae coats his length with lube.
“Let's try this again,” Donghae says, a relaxed smile on his face. He slides his hands under Hyukjae's thighs again and lifts while Hyukjae reaches behind himself to hold onto the bookshelf. They adjust themselves easily, finding a comfortable position. Then, very slowly, Donghae uses his hand to guide his cock past Hyukjae's entrance.
Hyukjae groans softly, letting his head fall back against the shelf as he concentrates on the feeling of Donghae sliding into him. He tightens his whole body and then relaxes, breathing out as he looks at Donghae.
“Perfect,” Hyukjae breathes, leaning in and kissing Donghae slowly. He pulls away to brace himself against the shelf when he feels Donghae move experimentally, finding the right angle before thrusting. Hyukjae tenses and relaxes again, shifting himself down slightly so that when Donghae thrusts again, he goes deeper.
Although Donghae doesn't find their position ideal for pleasure, the sight of Hyukjae gripping onto the bookcase and the feeling of being inside Hyukjae is enough to keep him rooted in place, thrusting up as much as he can and listening to Hyukjae's shaky breathing.
“Go faster,” Hyukjae whines, tightening his body around Donghae who digs his fingers into Hyukjae's skin in response.
“Easier said than done,” Donghae grunts out, proving his point by trying to move his hips upward more quickly and nearly making Hyukjae fall.
“Fine,” Hyukjae groans. He grips onto the bookshelf as tight as he can and, using his upper body strength and the grip of his legs around Donghae's waist, lifts himself up and then down again. He does it again and again, shakily at first until he gradually finds a comfortable rhythm. Donghae meets that rhythm, holding onto Hyukjae and guiding his body up and down. When Hyukjae slides down, Donghae thrusts forward and up, making both of them moan.
A book falls off of the shelf but it goes unnoticed. As the shelf is shaken harder and harder, more books fall, flopping onto the floor. Hyukjae is too busy to pay attention. He's too busy concentrating on not letting his body tire out before he orgasms. Donghae is doing the same, trying to keep his shaky knees steady and biting his lip in concentration.
“I think I'm getting close,” Donghae pants, hoping he's getting close because he doesn't know how much more his legs can take.
“Lucky bastard,” Hyukjae grumbles, moaning when Donghae presses just at the right spot inside of him to barely brush his prostate.
Donghae slows his thrusts and loops one arm around Hyukjae's waist tightly, using his free arm to reach between them and stroke Hyukjae who moans appreciatively in return. He speeds his thrusts again, grunting and moaning and ignoring the protests from his back and his legs.
Hyukjae's grip on the shelf behind him tightens and he moans louder as he feels himself grow closer to climaxing. He watches Donghae closely, noticing the desperation in his face and actions. He leans in just enough to kiss Donghae once, harshly, and then he pulls away as he feels Donghae tense before shivering, riding out his orgasm. Hyukjae whines, moving his own body enough to thrust into Donghae's hand. Donghae snaps back to life, stroking Hyukjae more quickly than before.
“Donghae,” Hyukjae whimpers, his head lolling to the side. He involuntarily thrusts against Donghae until he feels his body go practically numb and then he's coming, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open in pleasure.
They both sink to the ground, panting and recuperating but staying tightly wound up in each other.
“Is it just me,” Donghae pants, “or did that feel like a work out?”
Hyukjae laughs breathlessly, slumping completely against Donghae. “It was,” he says. “But the kinky librarian sex was totally worth it.”
Donghae laughs too, pressing a kiss to the side of Hyukjae's neck.
They clean up, dress themselves, and pick up the books from the floor, returning them to their rightful places. They throw away their now cold chocolate and then look at each other, neither of them knowing quite what to say.
“So...” Hyukjae starts, “you have work in the morning?”
“Yeah,” Donghae replies, looking around the library, “I get to read to the kids tomorrow.”
Hyukjae tries not to smile because Donghae says he “I get to” instead of “I have to” because Donghae likes reading to kids.
“You have to read to kids in a place you just had sex in... good luck with that.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” Donghae replies, hoping he won't get any awkward boners the next day.
“Wait,” Hyukjae says, suddenly curious, “do you... have sex in here... often?”
Donghae looks at Hyukjae confusedly before he smiles. “Nope,” he says. “Only once.”
Hyukjae is smiling as they walk out of the library together, completely disheveled. He likes being the only one that Donghae has ever brought into the library at night. He likes that Donghae seems to actually care about him. He likes that this relationship has the potential to be an actual relationship. Hyukjae frowns, however, when he realizes that perhaps Donghae doesn't want the kind of relationship Hyukjae wants. He still smiles and kisses Donghae eagerly when they part at Hyukjae's front door but once he's inside, he frowns once again, wondering if maybe tonight was just a one time thing.
-
Donghae had planned to surprise Hyukjae by using the remainder of his lunch break to show up at Hyukjae's house and maybe kiss him a little. He hadn't planned on Kyuhyun answering the door.
“You're the librarian,” Kyuhyun says, reaching to shake Donghae's hand.
“That's me,” Donghae replies with a nervous smile as he accepts the handshake, feeling as if he somehow has to impress Kyuhyun. “You must be Kyuhyun.”
“That's me,” Kyuhyun mimics. “Hyukjae went out for a while but he should be back soon. You can wait around if you want.”
“I actually have to get back to work soon but thanks for the offer.” Donghae is about to bid Kyuhyun goodbye but he doesn't get the chance.
“You know I thought getting laid would make Hyukjae happier but he didn't look that happy when he came home last night.”
Donghae entirely forgets about leaving. “What do you mean?” he asks, wondering if he'd somehow made Hyukjae unhappy.
Kyuhyun shrugs. “He just seemed like something was bothering him and he wouldn't tell me what happened. I just assume you guys had sex and it was either terrible or you did something to hurt him.”
Donghae is paralyzed momentarily by the realization that Kyuhyun is a protective friend to Hyukjae and not the irritating, nosy jerk Hyukjae had made him out to be. Well, Kyuhyun is obviously nosy but Donghae recognizes it as a way for Kyuhyun to know that Donghae isn't hurting Hyukjae.
“I didn't hurt him,” Donghae says. “If I did... it wasn't intentional, I swear. At the end of the night, he seemed perfectly fine to me.”
Kyuhyun still eyes Donghae suspiciously, arms crossed over his chest.
“You did something to him. Sex was supposed to loosen him up, not make him more depressed.”
Donghae's eyes widen slightly at that.
“Hyukjae is depressed?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun says as if he's annoyed, “he mopes around a lot and ignores me. And whenever he sees couples on TV or in real life, he gets all upset and glares or just frowns a lot. And he never realizes he does it. It's like he's stuck in a trance or something.”
Donghae is skeptical about Kyuhyun's description. He'd witnessed Hyukjae getting lost in books before and he imagines the “trance” Kyuhyun is describing as something similar. He forgets these thoughts when he realizes what Kyuhyun is trying to say.
“You thought he was depressed so you pressured him to have sex?”
Kyuhyun's face shifts into a thoughtful expression.
“Well, yeah, I mean... sex makes people happy, right?”
Donghae stares dumbly for several seconds before he takes a step back and prepares to leave.
“I think I need to call Hyukjae,” he says, pulling out his phone as he walks away, leaving a confused Kyuhyun behind.
-
“I'm so full,” Hyukjae groans quietly to himself, walking through the parking lot of a restaurant to reach his car. He'd decided to treat himself to a big lunch and possibly spend the rest of his day in bed upon returning home. As he climbs into his car, his full stomach and plans of more sleep fly out the window because suddenly Donghae is calling him. He picks up without hesitation, answering with a quick “hello” and then wishing he'd taken just a second to think before speaking.
“Hi, Hyukjae,” Donghae says, a smile evident in his voice, “I just dropped by to surprise you on my lunch break but you weren't there.”
“Oh...” Hyukjae looks down at his full stomach guiltily. “I'm sorry! You must have wasted your lunch break...”
“It's fine.” Donghae chuckles. “Besides, it wasn't really a waste... I met Kyuhyun.”
“Great.” Hyukjae rolls his eyes. “Now you know what a charmer he is.”
“He's delightful. What does he do for a living anyway? Because if he's in any career that involves teaching, I might cry.”
Hyukjae laughs and wonders what sort of idiocy Kyuhyun had displayed. “He's a composer. A really good one, actually.”
“I see,” Donghae says, a short silence following his words. “Can I come over tonight? I kind of want to talk to you about something.”
Hyukjae's full stomach sinks at those words because those words are never good.
“Sure,” he says but then groans. “Actually, can I come over to your place? Kyuhyun is gonna be home tonight and I'm sure he'll just bother us.”
“Okay,” Donghae agrees, “I get off of work at five so you can come by at around six?”
“Yeah,” Hyukjae says, nodding his head to himself, “I'll see you then.”
“Okay, bye.”
Hyukjae hangs up and then slumps in his seat. He briefly marvels at the fact that just a few seconds of talking to Donghae had made him feel warm and comfortable and forget about the fact that he was in his cold car. Donghae wanting to talk about something had made the cold real once again. Hyukjae sighs. He really likes Donghae. He likes Donghae's smile and eyes and the way Donghae smells. He likes the way Donghae plays guitar and sings and how everything he does is insanely charming. Hyukjae isn't sure if their relationship will become nothing, become nothing but sex, or maybe become sex and a little more. He can only hope that tonight he'll find the answer he's looking for.
-
It's two minutes before six when Hyukjae finds a parking spot on Donghae's street. He steps out of his car and looks around. He hadn't quite remembered the location of Donghae's house so Donghae had texted him the address earlier. He pulls out his phone and glances at the address just to be sure before he skips in the direction of Donghae's house. The street looks much nicer now than it did when Hyukjae was drunk and when he was practically running from Donghae's house in embarrassment. The sidewalk is cracked and the sparse trees along the road have no leaves but the charming brick buildings lining the streets are enough to warm the neighborhood.
Hyukjae takes a breath of fresh air before he walks up the steps to Donghae's door, deliberately letting his foot crunch a stray leaf. He stops and knocks, eagerly waiting to see Donghae again. He hears shuffling inside before footsteps reach the door and it swings open.
“Can I help you?” A tall, muscular man asks, standing in the doorway.
“Sorry,” Hyukjae apologizes immediately, “I must have the wrong-”
“Hyukjae?”
Donghae pushes past the man to face Hyukjae with wide eyes.
“Who is Hyukjae?” the man asks, confused by Hyukjae's presence.
Donghae looks back and forth between the man and Hyukjae, clearly distraught.
Hyukjae has no idea what is going on and he doesn't want to jump to any conclusions. He looks at the two men standing in front of him and clears his throat.
“Well,” he starts, taking a step back, “I think I'll just... go for a walk and come back later.”
“You don't have to-”
“Donghae,” Hyukjae cuts in, giving an understanding smile, “it's fine.”
Donghae returns Hyukjae's look with one of apology. He looks at the man still standing in the doorway before his eyes meet Hyukjae's again.
“Hurry back, okay?”
Hyukjae smiles, giving Donghae a nod before he turns to walk away. The door closes and Donghae lets out a distressed sigh.
“I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you already have a new boyfriend,” the man says.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Donghae snaps back.
“I'm not calling you promiscuous, if that's what you're thinking; I'm just saying you're a good-looking guy so it's not a shock that you've already got someone else.”
“The way that I look has nothing to do with my relationship status,” Donghae says. “And who I'm with shouldn't matter to you. You're the one who dumped me, remember?”
The man looks regretful but Donghae can't find it in himself to feel pity. Donghae had been dumped by this man, his ex-boyfriend, and he'd moved on long ago. His ex-boyfriend evidently had not.
“I don't know who this guy is but if you could just give me a second chance then maybe-”
“No,” Donghae cuts in. He sighs, giving the man in front of him a sympathetic look and a smile. “Look, after we broke up, it didn't take me long to realize we weren't really... compatible. We still aren't. And now... I've found someone that I really, really like. I can't even think about being with anyone else because I'm so excited to be with him. You could get on your knees and beg for days but... I promise you it won't do any good.”
The man's eyes dart between Donghae's and then he sighs. “Fine,” he says. “But if you have a change of heart, you have my number.”
“I deleted it.”
“What?”
“Can you please leave before he gets back? I'd like to spend some time with my... boyfriend.”
The man is quick to leave after that and Donghae is quick to become impatient. He'd just lied and referred to Hyukjae as his boyfriend and, while he wouldn't mind being Hyukjae's boyfriend, he has no idea how Hyukjae feels on the matter. He'd actually invited Hyukjae over to discuss their relationship and to make sure that Hyukjae is okay after the conversation he'd had with Kyuhyun earlier but before that, he knows he has to explain why another man had answered his door.
Donghae takes his glasses off to rub his face with his hands and then he sighs, shaking off the annoyance that lingers from the unexpected visit. He paces around his house, wiping away imaginary dust from tables and shelves. He thinks about everything he wants to say to Hyukjae and, just as he's becoming impatient, there's a knock on the front door. His running mind slows to a stop and he breathes to calm himself before he approaches the door and opens it.
“Hi,” Hyukjae says warmly with a little smile that has Donghae immediately ushering him inside.
“I'm really sorry about that,” Donghae apologizes immediately, helping Hyukjae remove his coat and shoes, “he wasn't supposed to be here.”
“Who was he?” Hyukjae asks, letting his sock-clad feet rest against the wooden floor beneath them.
“An ex-boyfriend,” Donghae answers honestly. “He was waiting for me here when I got off of work and he just sort of invited himself in.”
“Is everything okay?” Hyukjae asks, his neutral face showing concern.
“Everything is fine,” Donghae assures, “I'm just sorry you had to see him here.”
“You're cute when you're apologetic.”
Donghae blinks. “Huh?”
Hyukjae grins. “I kinda wanna make you apologize more because it's cute but there's nothing for you to apologize for. I mean... it's not like we're... you know, together.”
Hyukjae bites his tongue because that isn't what he'd wanted to say and Donghae gapes because he doesn't know what to say.
“I guess you're right,” Donghae finally forces out with a smile.
“You said you wanted to talk to me about something?” Hyukjae questions, careful not to leave any gaps for an awkward silence.
“Uh, yeah,” Donghae says, composing his thoughts as he makes his way to the couch and sits down. As Hyukjae sits next to him, he tries not to get too distracted thinking about the last time Hyukjae had been on this couch. “I wanted to talk to you about something Kyuhyun said.”
Hyukjae's eyebrows scrunch both curiously and in disdain. “You know that he's a massive moron, right? And he would gladly say things just to mess with you.”
“I know.” Donghae laughs a little. “It's just that... he mentioned that you were... depressed.”
Hyukjae's eyebrows rise at that and then he sighs as if he's exhausted and leans comfortably into the couch.
“Kyuhyun is actually a smart guy,” he says. “He's great at math and science and music... but he has a terrible vocabulary.” Hyukjae sits up fully again and looks at Donghae. “Donghae, I don't think Kyuhyun knows what depression is. He was probably just referring to... well, sadness.”
Hyukjae's eyes shift down after that because he'd just admitted to being sad and Donghae had definitely understood.
“Then... what are you sad about?” Donghae asks softly. Hyukjae looks up at him again, staring into curious eyes.
“I...” Hyukjae stops there. He's frozen, wondering how much he can say before he'll scare Donghae away. Then he sighs and decides to spill everything he's thinking because he doesn't feel like being frozen anymore. “I just want... someone. Not just a friend, I want more than that. I want someone I can kiss and hold and curl up with at night. I always seem to get stuck in one-sided messes instead of relationships and I don't want that anymore. I'm sick of guys who just want sex and once they get it, they're gone for the night. That's all I ever seem to attract and I... I just really, really want someone who wants to spend the night with me.”
Donghae's eyes are sad as Hyukjae speaks and Hyukjae is happy to see that Donghae isn't running away.
“Wait,” Donghae says, remembering what Kyuhyun had said earlier, “so that's why you came home looking sad last night? Did you think I was one of those guys?”
Hyukjae is hesitant to answer, not wanting to hurt Donghae's feelings.
“I guess I did,” he says. “I'm so used to things working out that way... I'm sorry.”
“You don't have to apologize. I understand. But I'm really not one of those guys, I promise.”
“Then what kind of guy are you?”
Donghae smiles at that, unable to control his grin as he comes up with the perfect answer.
“The kind of guy that you can kiss and hold and curl up with at night,” he says, watching Hyukjae cringe and then laugh at the sound of his own words being repeated.
“Did I sound that cheesy when I said it?” Hyukjae asks, trying to control his embarrassed smile.
“You sounded even cheesier,” Donghae jokes. Hyukjae rolls his eyes and averts his gaze while Donghae scoots closer to him. “Look, Hyukjae, I'm really sorry I didn't spend last night with you but I promise that it wasn't because I didn't want to. In fact... I think you should spend tonight here so that I can make it up to you.”
Hyukjae's eyes widen slightly but then he smiles. “I think that's a great idea,” he says.
They stand with unsure legs that gradually become confident as they decide to rummage around Donghae's kitchen to find dinner. It isn't long before they're standing side by side in front of Donghae's stove, cooking together. Donghae is frying seasoned chicken cutlets while Hyukjae is frying diced potatoes with green and red peppers. They playfully (and safely) nudge each other every once in a while to distract one another. Just as Hyukjae is wondering if it would be too much if he pinched Donghae's butt, his chin is suddenly turned and Donghae is kissing him. It only takes one simple kiss for Hyukjae to become blissfully flustered and forget all about pinching Donghae's butt because kissing Donghae's mouth is much, much better.
It's dark outside while they sit at Donghae's dining table and eat their dinner. They exchange cooking disaster stories which lead to stories about the grossest foods they've eaten. Even if their appetites are shaken after their conversation, they still laugh and continue to eat every single bite.
“I'm really, really full,” Hyukjae sort of complains as he stands next to Donghae in front of the sink. Donghae is washing each dish before he hands them to Hyukjae to be dried.
“Mm,” Donghae hums in agreement. He's distracted, glancing at Hyukjae and wondering. “So,” he says, handing Hyukjae the final dish to be dried, “are you still... sore from last night?”
“I guess my back is a little sore from the bookshelf digging into it.” Hyukjae dries the plate in his hand and pretends that the subject of last night isn't embarrassing at all. “Why?”
“Well... I thought maybe I could... give you a massage, or something.” Donghae sort of mumbles the last part and looks away just as Hyukjae turns to face him.
“If you're offering me a free massage, there's no way I'm turning it down.”
As they make their way to Donghae's bedroom, the only thing Hyukjae can think about is how much better a massage will be when it's coming from a gorgeous man that Hyukjae is insanely attracted to. Hyukjae sits cross-legged on Donghae's bed, takes his shirt off, and then leans back, grinning.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
Although Donghae can think of a great number of ways he would like to answer that question, he decides to keep it clean. “On your stomach so I can work out any kinks in your back.”
“There's no way you can work out all of my kinks,” Hyukjae says, flopping onto his stomach and happily nestling himself into Donghae's fluffy comforter.
“Is that a challenge?” Donghae straddles Hyukjae who grins beneath him.
“Maybe.” Hyukjae sighs, letting his eyes close as Donghae's hands start to rub his back and shoulders.
“You have a really nice back,” Donghae comments, admiring every inch of Hyukjae's smooth skin with his eyes and hands.
Hyukjae only smiles at the compliment and continues to enjoy the massage. When gentle, wandering hands turn into wet, soft lips, Hyukjae has to bite back a groan.
“What's this massage technique called?” Hyukjae asks.
Donghae presses kisses below Hyukjae's shoulder as he thinks. “Seduction,” he answers. “Do you like it?”
“It could use a little more teeth,” Hyukjae critiques and then he lets out his suppressed groan when Donghae gently bites the base of his neck.
“Good to know you like biting,” Donghae murmurs, his lips vibrating against Hyukjae's skin.
As soon as Hyukjae lifts himself up and flips his body around, Donghae's lips are against his and he pulls Donghae against him, craving warmth. Donghae's shirt is easily removed and Hyukjae happily accepts the feeling of Donghae's bare skin against his own.
“Beds are so much better than bookshelves,” Donghae breathes, letting his mouth explore Hyukjae's neck, collarbones, and chest.
Hyukjae wordlessly agrees, tugging on Donghae's hair. He hooks his legs around Donghae's hips and grinds their bodies together. Donghae grinds back as he bites and sucks a mark onto Hyukjae's neck.
Impatience kicks in quickly and it isn't long before both of them are naked and pressed against each other. Donghae's erection is pressed against Hyukjae's thigh and Hyukjae pulls away from Donghae to speak.
“Shall we?” Hyukjae says, widening his legs to accompany Donghae between them.
“Like this?” Donghae asks and Hyukjae nods. “Oh... I thought maybe you'd want to be on top this time.”
Hyukjae lets out a small, playful whine. “This is my massage,” he says, “I refuse to do any of the work.”
Donghae grins and happily continues the massage by pressing three lubed fingers inside of Hyukjae and slipping his mouth around Hyukjae's cock.
Hyukjae moans and closes his eyes. Donghae's mouth is teasing and slow, making him harder by the second. He already feels perfectly prepared but he doesn't tell Donghae that; he simply continues to enjoy his massage.
Donghae pulls away from Hyukjae and sits up. “Ready?” he asks but Hyukjae is too busy staring at Donghae's naked body to answer. Donghae smirks and leans down to hover over Hyukjae and whispers in his ear. “I'm asking you if you're ready to be fucked. Aren't you going to answer me?”
“Ohgodyes,” Hyukjae slurs, intoxicated by Donghae's lustful words.
Donghae responds by sliding a condom onto his length and positioning himself at Hyukjae's entrance. Hyukjae is relaxed and ready and can only moan in pleasure as Donghae slides into him. When Donghae is fully inside of him, he pulls Donghae into a kiss. Donghae kisses back eagerly, rolling his hips in shallow, slow thrusts.
“Faster,” Hyukjae whimpers, tugging on Donghae's hair.
“You're so bossy,” Donghae mumbles but obliges, gradually making his thrusts faster and harder.
Hyukjae is too turned on to retort and instead reaches a hand down to stroke himself. He looks up at Donghae and their eyes meet just as Hyukjae's mouth opens in a silent moan from the combined pleasure of touching himself and Donghae's cock brushing his prostate.
Donghae loses himself in the look on Hyukjae's face and feels his body twitch. He buries his face in Hyukjae's neck and thrusts even faster, listening to Hyukjae's heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Donghae,” Hyukjae moans out the name, pressing his lips against Donghae's ear, “Donghae, make me come.”
It sounds like a desperate plea and the hot breath against Donghae's ear nearly pushes him over the edge. He groans, gripping Hyukjae's hips and pounding into tight heat. He hears Hyukjae's breath stutter and he knows that they're both close. When he can't possibly hold on for another second, he latches his mouth onto Hyukjae's shoulder, biting down and shivering as he orgasms. He feels Hyukjae spasm beneath him and feels a warm splatter of come against his abdomen.
Donghae slumps against Hyukjae as they both catch their breath. Donghae starts to lick the red mark he'd left on Hyukjae's shoulder and Hyukjae laughs breathlessly.
“You're like a puppy,” he says, patting Donghae's hair.
“It's just so red,” Donghae replies, pulling back to look at the mark and then at Hyukjae. “It doesn't hurt, does it?”
Hyukjae smiles and shakes his head. They stare at each other for a while and Hyukjae's hand goes from patting to affectionately brushing the hair out of Donghae's face. Donghae can't help leaning in and stealing a kiss.
“I'll be right back,” Donghae says. He reluctantly pulls away from Hyukjae and Hyukjae whines in protest, watching him leave. Hyukjae looks around the room, admiring Donghae's décor. He stops and grins when he finds something interesting on the bedside table. When Donghae returns from the bathroom with a wet towel, he finds a wide-eyed, wide-mouthed Hyukjae wearing his glasses.
“Whoa,” Hyukjae says, “these aren't fake. You really are blind.”
“Thanks,” Donghae mumbles, feigning hurt as he sits beside Hyukjae and cleans his body.
“Sorry,” Hyukjae says sheepishly, removing the glasses and putting them back where he found them. “But at least your eyes are really cute even if they suck.”
“Thanks,” Donghae says again, unable to stop his laughter. He crawls into bed with Hyukjae once they're both clean and sighs in content.
Hyukjae snuggles close, kissing Donghae's cheek and running a hand down his chest. They stay curled up together, cuddling and kissing and murmuring just loud enough for each other to hear. When exhaustion starts to take over, both of them quickly submit, curling up together without another word and falling asleep.
-
When Hyukjae wakes up, he's completely disoriented. He takes several seconds to remember where he is and then attempts to blink the sleep out of his eyes. When he can see properly, he looks up to see a fully-dressed Donghae approaching him and kneeling next to the bed.
“Hey,” Donghae says softly with a smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Hyukjae says sleepily, reaching a hand out to cup Donghae's cheek. “Are you going somewhere?”
“I have to go into work for a couple of hours,” Donghae explains. “But I'll be right back so you can stay here and keep the bed warm for me.”
“Okay,” Hyukjae agrees happily, accepting the kiss Donghae gives him before he closes his eyes again.
Donghae doesn't want to leave but he also doesn't want to get fired. He had been asked to come in and cover his superior's shift for an hour and he couldn't say no, even if he had a beautiful naked man in his bed. He sighs and slowly makes his way to the library, hoping that maybe he'll get a call telling him he doesn't have to come in after all.
That call never comes. An hour later, Donghae is returning books to their proper places and checking his watch often just to remind himself how wasted every second is.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Donghae whirls around to find Hyukjae standing in front of him, wearing his clothes and looking entirely innocent. Suddenly Donghae's seconds aren't being wasted anymore.
“Can I help you?” Donghae asks.
“I hope so,” Hyukjae says, crossing his arms. “You see, I'm currently waiting for this really hot guy to get off of work so we can spend the day in bed together and I was wondering if maybe you had any books that could give me new sex positions to try.”
“I'm afraid we don't have books like that,” Donghae says, taking a step closer to Hyukjae. “However, I might be willing to share some of my secrets with you if you'd forget about him and spend the day in bed with me.”
“But how can I forget about him?” Hyukjae pouts playfully and wraps his arms around Donghae's neck. “He's so smart and handsome and adorably blind.”
Donghae laughs quietly at that and then Hyukjae tugs him closer and kisses him, pecking his lips a few times before nibbling on them.
“You're gonna get me fired,” Donghae complains but continues to return Hyukjae's kisses.
“Good,” Hyukjae responds, “then you can come work for me. You can sit and read to me while I work and I'll pay you in sex.”
Donghae pulls away abruptly and stares at Hyukjae. Hyukjae wonders if he's said something wrong.
“That's a good idea,” Donghae says.
“I- what? No it isn't. It's a terrible idea. It was a joke.”
“I mean the part about reading to you while you work,” Donghae clarifies, taking a moment to think. “You can sort of test out my stories.”
“Would it... be okay for me to hear them?” Hyukjae asks, wanting to know about the stories that Donghae writes.
“Of course. When do you want to start?”
Hyukjae grins and answers Donghae's question with another. “How soon can you get out of here?”
-
Hyukjae feels nervous about letting Donghae into his bedroom even though it's immaculate. He's hoping he won't seem too boring with a severe lack of personal items in his room. Still, he closes the door behind them as Donghae looks around.
“This is it,” he says. “Home sweet home, well, kind of. This is the only part of the house I can really consider my home since the rest is usually inhabited by Kyuhyun.”
Donghae takes a look around the simple, clean bedroom and smiles at the stuffed moose on the bed.
“It's nice,” he says. “But I expected Lisa Frank.”
Hyukjae laughs and walks over to his computer, turning it on and revealing an obnoxiously colorful desktop background.
“That's more like it.” Donghae laughs and sits on the edge of Hyukjae's bed while Hyukjae takes a seat in front of the computer.
“Colorful things inspire me.” Hyukjae clicks through some folders and Donghae watches closely.
“Is animating hard?” Donghae asks and Hyukjae turns to him.
“Sometimes. I mean, when I'm really into a project and I'm dying to work on it, it feels easy. But even then, there are days when I feel totally unmotivated and it feels impossible to get started. I can't really complain, though. I'm doing a job that I love even on the days that I don't love it.”
“I feel the same way about writing.” Donghae smiles. “Luckily writing isn't my job so I only have to do it on the days that I feel motivated.”
“Someday it will be your job,” Hyukjae says and turns back to his computer, “and then you can be as miserable as me.”
“Miserable, huh?” Donghae stands up and takes the two steps he needs to be standing next to Hyukjae's chair. “Are you sure you're miserable?” He leans down and kisses Hyukjae's cheek repeatedly until Hyukjae is laughing and pushing him away.
“I didn't mean it!” Hyukjae wipes his cheek with his sleeve. “You slobbered on me!”
“Sorry,” Donghae says in a way that's a bit sarcastic. He plants a proper kiss on Hyukjae's cheek and Hyukjae smiles at him. Just as Donghae is about to kiss Hyukjae's lips, Hyukjae pulls away.
“No,” Hyukjae says, pointing to his bed. “You sit over there and I'll sit over here or else I won't get any work done.”
“Fiiiiine.” Donghae sighs dramatically and flops onto Hyukjae's bed, patting Honeydew's fur. While Hyukjae is getting ready to work, Donghae pulls out a laptop from a bag he'd brought. He starts it up and finds the story he wants to read.
“Okay,” Hyukjae says, “read away.”
At first, it's easy for Hyukjae to balance listening to the story and focusing on his own work. He misses a word here and there when he gets distracted by a stubborn line that just doesn't flow with his animation. Gradually, he becomes less distracted by his work and more distracted by the sound of Donghae's voice. It becomes deep and husky when Donghae reads and Hyukjae is torn between being lulled to sleep and being turned on.
After only a few more minutes, Hyukjae gives up. He stops working and shuffles over to crawl into bed where he cuddles against Donghae's side and closes his eyes. Donghae smiles and continues reading, using one hand to play with Hyukjae's fluffy blond hair and the other to scroll through pages.
“Your voice is too soothing,” Hyukjae mumbles against Donghae's chest when Donghae takes a break from reading.
“Too soothing?” Donghae asks and Hyukjae nods. “Is there such a thing?”
“Yes,” Hyukjae sort of whines, “I'm so relaxed I'll probably never move again.”
Donghae chuckles and runs his fingers though Hyukjae's hair. “I guess I'll have to massage your muscles back into shape so you can move.”
Hyukjae perks up. “Massage, you say?”
Donghae barely has time to laugh before Hyukjae's grinning lips are pressed against his and they're kissing each other with uncontrollable smiles. Donghae's laptop is pushed aside and Hyukjae replaces it by sitting in Donghae's lap only Hyukjae is much better than a laptop because Hyukjae is kissing Donghae and eagerly running hands over his body.
“Are we going to have sex every day?” Donghae pants out. “Because I can totally live with that.”
As Hyukjae kisses Donghae again and feels warm arms pulling him closer, he decides that he can totally live with that too.
-
A/N:
The summary is from this because I thought it would be hilarious :'D
The title is Flipbook because a flipbook is a device that combines both books and animation :3