Backstage
Title: Backstage.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin
Warnings: PWP, spectator Heechul.
Word count: 1387 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: avya7x.
A/N: My first and last fic written in present tense. And also: Yay! finally some Kyumin :3
It’s dark and way too hot as Heechul stumbles backstage, eyes barely seeing the back of Leeteuk who’s walking in front of him, further into the dark, in between the heavy, black curtains surrounding the stage. The screams from their fans rings in his ears as he passes a few of their sound techs, high fiving them all with a huge, tired grin before he moves on. Leeteuk and himself receive pats on their backs from various crewmembers as they head towards the dressing room, so ready to get the makeup and sweat off of their faces, out of their stage outfits and into something a little more comfortable as they head back to their destined hotel for the night.
They walk through another dark cove of black curtains and see the white door that leads to their dressing room tower up in front of their eyes. Heechul chuckles as Leeteuk sprints the last meters, launches himself at the door and pries it open, before he vanishes inside, leaving the door open for Heechul. The fluorescent lights from the dressing room bathes the surroundings in a pale, blue color, lighting up the small area. Heechul walks the few steps to the door, and just as he’s about to walk inside, following Leeteuk, the corner of his right eye catches a movement beside him. Curiously, Heechul turns his head, eyes squinting. There is something, someone, moving, talking further down the makeshift wall. Heechul can’t see, or hear, what the person is saying, because there’s a curtain separating them. With the grace of a feline Heechul creeps closer, careful so that he doesn’t step on any loose cables or wires as he reaches the thick, woolen curtain. He grabs the curtain with both his hands, and pulls it an inch to the left, barely making space for him to see. Heechul smirks.
Barely four inches away from his face, Kyuhyun is pushing someone up against the wall, his long, lean body pinning the other, rendering any movement from the other useless. Heechul doesn’t need to look twice to figure that it is Sungmin who’s up against the wall. Kyuhyun’s hands is holding both of Sungmin’s hands down at waist-height; Kyuhyun’s fingers clamping around Sungmin’s wrists so hard that Heechul knows there will be bruises in the morning. Kyuhyun has one leg positioned between Sungmin’s, rubbing his thigh against Sungmin’s crotch, which is probably why Sungmin’s making such weird noises in the back of his throat. Heechul can’t see their faces properly, as he’s standing almost behind Kyuhyun, so he carefully lets go of the curtain and tip toes to the wall, leaning his side against it as he pushes the curtain to the right, allowing his eyes to see the pair again.
“Kyuhyu-,” Heechul watches as Sungmin tries to speak, tries to breathe, but Kyuhyun doesn’t let him, effortlessly capturing Sungmin’s rosy lips with his own slightly chapped ones. Muffling the protests that are coming from Sungmin’s mouth by pushing him even harder into the wall. Kyuhyun’s fingers turn white. It’s something predatory of Kyuhyun, Heechul decides as he studies the way Kyuhyun towers over Sungmin, exploiting his height, making it look like he was more than the usual head taller than Sungmin, his entire body formed in a curve, as if he was some kind of snake, and Sungmin was his prey. Despite Kyuhyun being the taller of the two, Sungmin’s still the strongest, so it’s no surprise to Heechul when Sungmin tears his arms out of Kyuhyun’s death grip and pushes softly, yet firmly at Kyuhyun’s chest, shoving at Kyuhyun until he lets go of Sungmin’s lips. The same second as he does, Sungmin gulps down air, Heechul can see his lungs working in his chest and wonders just how long they had been kissing for Sungmin to be so out of breath.
“Kyuhyun,” Sungmin tries again, voice low, but strong. Kyuhyun’s looking at him, eyes darker than Heechul has ever seen them, but he doesn’t move. Sungmin slumps a little against the wall, further exaggerating the height difference between them, making him look even more docile, more fragile, more like a prey. Sungmin’s hands has moved from Kyuhyun’s chest to the back of his neck, where his nimble fingers strokes the fine hair in Kyuhyun’s neck, as if he’s trying to soothe him. Heechul doesn’t think it works, as the intense glow in Kyuhyun’s eyes remains.
Heechul knows why Kyuhyun is like this; the kiss he shared with Sungmin on the stage earlier.
“You still mad?” Sungmin breaks the silence that has been around for a couple of minutes, eyes shining with hope as he connects his gaze with Kyuhyun’s. Kyuhyun’s hands move to the waistline of Sungmin’s pants, his index, and middle fingers hooks at the belt loops in the pants, pulling Sungmin’s crotch further up his thigh. Sungmin’s body shakes, Heechul doesn’t know if it’s from the friction from Kyuhyun’s thigh on his crotch, or if it is from the very uncomfortable position he’s in, but Kyuhyun notices it too, and lets his fingers release the belt loop and slides his left arm around Sungmin’s back and pulls him up, and shoves him roughly against the wall. A moan erupts from Sungmin’s lips, and it’s loud, too loud. Heechul and Kyuhyun smirks.
Kyuhyun lowers his head to nip on Sungmin’s neck, drawing moans from Sungmin that makes the air feel like it weighs a thousand tons. Heechul shivers. He eyes Kyuhyun’s right hand, barely visible between their bodies, as it, too, releases the belt loop it was clutching onto and grabs Sungmin’s crotch unceremoniously, kneading the hell out of Sungmin’s cock. Sungmin keens, mewls and fucking screams and it takes every slight ounce of willpower Heechul has in his body (which is not that much to be completely honest) to stay glued to his spot and not tear down the curtain and punch Sungmin, because somebody certainly heard them. However, it doesn’t take Kyuhyun long to think in the same paths as Heechul and after a second or two with Sungmin screaming bloody murder, Kyuhyun glues their lips together, swallowing Sungmin’s moans easily, probing his tongue into Sungmin’s mouth.
“Kyu-,” Sungmin whines against Kyuhyun’s lips, Kyuhyun’s tongue barely out of his mouth; their lips still pressed together. To Heechul’s ears, the protest sounds halfhearted, and he doesn’t know why Sungmin is protesting, because it looks like he has a hell of a good time. Kyuhyun’s hands has, without Heechul seeing it, popped up the button of Sungmin’s pants, and has somehow managed to pull the clothing down Sungmin’s lean legs, as he’s now clutching Sungmin’s cock, without the pants to interfere. Heechul get glimpses of Kyuhyun’s thumb rubbing at Sungmin’s slit, making little squelching noises that barely can be heard over their fans’ screaming, but the noise is there and fuck it turns Heechul on; his own cock starting to strain against his leather pants.
Well, not as much as it turns Sungmin on, obviously, because he’s shaking, his thighs trembling, and his face smeared against Kyuhyun’s cheek as he no longer has any oxygen left in his lungs to keep on kissing. Heechul watches as Kyuhyun smirks, like a predator, before he lets his tongue run against Sungmin’s cheek, to his ear, swirling around the shell, licking little kitten licks just behind the earlobe, where Sungmin obviously has a weak spot because the noises he makes is out of this world. Kyuhyun chuckles at the string of non-coherent words that escapes Sungmin’s mouth as he trails his lips away from behind the earlobe, down to Sungmin’s collarbone where he nips roughly at the bone before trailing up, up and,
oh.
Kyuhyun bites into the skin underneath Sungmin’s jaw, where Sungmin’s pulse is currently running like a wild herd of antelopes. He lets his teeth sink into the flesh; not hard, enough to draw blood, but just barely. Kyuhyun’s eyes get a gleam Heechul never has seen him sport before, before he sucks. Sungmin cries out in pure ecstasy, his fists clenched in front of Kyuhyun’s shirt, and Heechul can hear the fabric ripping like paper. Kyuhyun’s name is the only coherent word Heechul can hear escape from Sungmin’s lips, and Sungmin comes. Heechul sees Sungmin’s come running through the cracks of Kyuhyun’s fingers as he keeps his fist tightly locked around the head of Sungmin’s cock, creating a vacuum there that sucks the sensitive head in.
“’Min,” Kyuhyun’s voice is soft, and it’s the first time Heechul has heard him speak during their escapades. It feels like pure velvet against Heechul’s ears, and it’s so sore, like a wound, and yet filled with the most delicious honey in the world at the same time. Apologies, lust, fondness and yes, love, laced in the one word he says. Heechul watches as Kyuhyun tucks Sungmin back into his pants and plucks him off the wall and collect him in his arms. Sungmin’s legs does not look like they want to cooperate soon, but Kyuhyun has enough strength to hold them both up. Their gazes meet, and for the first time that night, Heechul feels like he’s invading their privacy, shame creeping up his neck. Guilt resting at the tip of his tongue. He throws one last gaze at the pair, eyes catching the tenderness in Kyuhyun’s eyes as he kisses Sungmin’s forehead, before he turns quietly on his heel, heading towards the dressing room. He needs to find a certain Chinese man to help him with a delicate problem that has risen in his pants.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin
Warnings: PWP, spectator Heechul.
Word count: 1387 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: avya7x.
A/N: My first and last fic written in present tense. And also: Yay! finally some Kyumin :3
It’s dark and way too hot as Heechul stumbles backstage, eyes barely seeing the back of Leeteuk who’s walking in front of him, further into the dark, in between the heavy, black curtains surrounding the stage. The screams from their fans rings in his ears as he passes a few of their sound techs, high fiving them all with a huge, tired grin before he moves on. Leeteuk and himself receive pats on their backs from various crewmembers as they head towards the dressing room, so ready to get the makeup and sweat off of their faces, out of their stage outfits and into something a little more comfortable as they head back to their destined hotel for the night.
They walk through another dark cove of black curtains and see the white door that leads to their dressing room tower up in front of their eyes. Heechul chuckles as Leeteuk sprints the last meters, launches himself at the door and pries it open, before he vanishes inside, leaving the door open for Heechul. The fluorescent lights from the dressing room bathes the surroundings in a pale, blue color, lighting up the small area. Heechul walks the few steps to the door, and just as he’s about to walk inside, following Leeteuk, the corner of his right eye catches a movement beside him. Curiously, Heechul turns his head, eyes squinting. There is something, someone, moving, talking further down the makeshift wall. Heechul can’t see, or hear, what the person is saying, because there’s a curtain separating them. With the grace of a feline Heechul creeps closer, careful so that he doesn’t step on any loose cables or wires as he reaches the thick, woolen curtain. He grabs the curtain with both his hands, and pulls it an inch to the left, barely making space for him to see. Heechul smirks.
Barely four inches away from his face, Kyuhyun is pushing someone up against the wall, his long, lean body pinning the other, rendering any movement from the other useless. Heechul doesn’t need to look twice to figure that it is Sungmin who’s up against the wall. Kyuhyun’s hands is holding both of Sungmin’s hands down at waist-height; Kyuhyun’s fingers clamping around Sungmin’s wrists so hard that Heechul knows there will be bruises in the morning. Kyuhyun has one leg positioned between Sungmin’s, rubbing his thigh against Sungmin’s crotch, which is probably why Sungmin’s making such weird noises in the back of his throat. Heechul can’t see their faces properly, as he’s standing almost behind Kyuhyun, so he carefully lets go of the curtain and tip toes to the wall, leaning his side against it as he pushes the curtain to the right, allowing his eyes to see the pair again.
“Kyuhyu-,” Heechul watches as Sungmin tries to speak, tries to breathe, but Kyuhyun doesn’t let him, effortlessly capturing Sungmin’s rosy lips with his own slightly chapped ones. Muffling the protests that are coming from Sungmin’s mouth by pushing him even harder into the wall. Kyuhyun’s fingers turn white. It’s something predatory of Kyuhyun, Heechul decides as he studies the way Kyuhyun towers over Sungmin, exploiting his height, making it look like he was more than the usual head taller than Sungmin, his entire body formed in a curve, as if he was some kind of snake, and Sungmin was his prey. Despite Kyuhyun being the taller of the two, Sungmin’s still the strongest, so it’s no surprise to Heechul when Sungmin tears his arms out of Kyuhyun’s death grip and pushes softly, yet firmly at Kyuhyun’s chest, shoving at Kyuhyun until he lets go of Sungmin’s lips. The same second as he does, Sungmin gulps down air, Heechul can see his lungs working in his chest and wonders just how long they had been kissing for Sungmin to be so out of breath.
“Kyuhyun,” Sungmin tries again, voice low, but strong. Kyuhyun’s looking at him, eyes darker than Heechul has ever seen them, but he doesn’t move. Sungmin slumps a little against the wall, further exaggerating the height difference between them, making him look even more docile, more fragile, more like a prey. Sungmin’s hands has moved from Kyuhyun’s chest to the back of his neck, where his nimble fingers strokes the fine hair in Kyuhyun’s neck, as if he’s trying to soothe him. Heechul doesn’t think it works, as the intense glow in Kyuhyun’s eyes remains.
Heechul knows why Kyuhyun is like this; the kiss he shared with Sungmin on the stage earlier.
“You still mad?” Sungmin breaks the silence that has been around for a couple of minutes, eyes shining with hope as he connects his gaze with Kyuhyun’s. Kyuhyun’s hands move to the waistline of Sungmin’s pants, his index, and middle fingers hooks at the belt loops in the pants, pulling Sungmin’s crotch further up his thigh. Sungmin’s body shakes, Heechul doesn’t know if it’s from the friction from Kyuhyun’s thigh on his crotch, or if it is from the very uncomfortable position he’s in, but Kyuhyun notices it too, and lets his fingers release the belt loop and slides his left arm around Sungmin’s back and pulls him up, and shoves him roughly against the wall. A moan erupts from Sungmin’s lips, and it’s loud, too loud. Heechul and Kyuhyun smirks.
Kyuhyun lowers his head to nip on Sungmin’s neck, drawing moans from Sungmin that makes the air feel like it weighs a thousand tons. Heechul shivers. He eyes Kyuhyun’s right hand, barely visible between their bodies, as it, too, releases the belt loop it was clutching onto and grabs Sungmin’s crotch unceremoniously, kneading the hell out of Sungmin’s cock. Sungmin keens, mewls and fucking screams and it takes every slight ounce of willpower Heechul has in his body (which is not that much to be completely honest) to stay glued to his spot and not tear down the curtain and punch Sungmin, because somebody certainly heard them. However, it doesn’t take Kyuhyun long to think in the same paths as Heechul and after a second or two with Sungmin screaming bloody murder, Kyuhyun glues their lips together, swallowing Sungmin’s moans easily, probing his tongue into Sungmin’s mouth.
“Kyu-,” Sungmin whines against Kyuhyun’s lips, Kyuhyun’s tongue barely out of his mouth; their lips still pressed together. To Heechul’s ears, the protest sounds halfhearted, and he doesn’t know why Sungmin is protesting, because it looks like he has a hell of a good time. Kyuhyun’s hands has, without Heechul seeing it, popped up the button of Sungmin’s pants, and has somehow managed to pull the clothing down Sungmin’s lean legs, as he’s now clutching Sungmin’s cock, without the pants to interfere. Heechul get glimpses of Kyuhyun’s thumb rubbing at Sungmin’s slit, making little squelching noises that barely can be heard over their fans’ screaming, but the noise is there and fuck it turns Heechul on; his own cock starting to strain against his leather pants.
Well, not as much as it turns Sungmin on, obviously, because he’s shaking, his thighs trembling, and his face smeared against Kyuhyun’s cheek as he no longer has any oxygen left in his lungs to keep on kissing. Heechul watches as Kyuhyun smirks, like a predator, before he lets his tongue run against Sungmin’s cheek, to his ear, swirling around the shell, licking little kitten licks just behind the earlobe, where Sungmin obviously has a weak spot because the noises he makes is out of this world. Kyuhyun chuckles at the string of non-coherent words that escapes Sungmin’s mouth as he trails his lips away from behind the earlobe, down to Sungmin’s collarbone where he nips roughly at the bone before trailing up, up and,
oh.
Kyuhyun bites into the skin underneath Sungmin’s jaw, where Sungmin’s pulse is currently running like a wild herd of antelopes. He lets his teeth sink into the flesh; not hard, enough to draw blood, but just barely. Kyuhyun’s eyes get a gleam Heechul never has seen him sport before, before he sucks. Sungmin cries out in pure ecstasy, his fists clenched in front of Kyuhyun’s shirt, and Heechul can hear the fabric ripping like paper. Kyuhyun’s name is the only coherent word Heechul can hear escape from Sungmin’s lips, and Sungmin comes. Heechul sees Sungmin’s come running through the cracks of Kyuhyun’s fingers as he keeps his fist tightly locked around the head of Sungmin’s cock, creating a vacuum there that sucks the sensitive head in.
“’Min,” Kyuhyun’s voice is soft, and it’s the first time Heechul has heard him speak during their escapades. It feels like pure velvet against Heechul’s ears, and it’s so sore, like a wound, and yet filled with the most delicious honey in the world at the same time. Apologies, lust, fondness and yes, love, laced in the one word he says. Heechul watches as Kyuhyun tucks Sungmin back into his pants and plucks him off the wall and collect him in his arms. Sungmin’s legs does not look like they want to cooperate soon, but Kyuhyun has enough strength to hold them both up. Their gazes meet, and for the first time that night, Heechul feels like he’s invading their privacy, shame creeping up his neck. Guilt resting at the tip of his tongue. He throws one last gaze at the pair, eyes catching the tenderness in Kyuhyun’s eyes as he kisses Sungmin’s forehead, before he turns quietly on his heel, heading towards the dressing room. He needs to find a certain Chinese man to help him with a delicate problem that has risen in his pants.