Harlequin
Title: Harlequin.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Kyuhyun/Sungmin.
Warnings: PWP, AU.
Word count: 702 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: gamer-kyu13.
A/N: Written for sjpornathon's seventh challenge. The prompt was "Entertainment Industry AU". As LJ is being a douche, please click on the title to read the fic, not the link underneath.
Lee Sungmin is a fucking rockstar.
He is the guitarist, but plays more instruments than any other in his band. More than any other person he knows. Sungmin plays guitar like a God, looks like a fourteen year old, but has the hips of a porn star. Legendary. His fans tell him this every time they see him, so Sungmin has started to believe their words. The whispers of “I want you, Sungmin oppa,” ring through his ears every night after a concert, slides through his brain and stays. Sungmin believes. He can get anyone he wants.
So, Sungmin, the fucking rockstar who is the best thing since sliced cheese, wants the vocalist.
Cho Kyuhyun. Two years younger than Sungmin, with dark eyes, legs that go on forever and a voice angels and sinners alike envy him for. Sungmin wants him so bad it hurts like hell between his legs. Kyuhyun wants him too. Sungmin knows. Knows from the way Kyuhyun watches him behind black sunglasses, eyes rimmed with eyeliner, as Sungmin humps his guitar onstage, giving the fans a view of the hard outline of his cock, pressing against the fabric of his pants. They squeal; some of them even cry. Sungmin tells them that it is because of them. This is what you do to me.
Some days, Kyuhyun remains unfazed, even though Sungmin walks over to the middle of the stage where Kyuhyun's microphone stand is. Eyes hooded as he rubs himself against Kyuhyun's thighs. The fans scream. Kyuhyun turns him around and slams his hips against Sungmin's ass. A crude imitation of what Sungmin wants him to do. The fans scream more. A couple of girls faint. Sungmin hopes, waits. When Kyuhyun just prances past him backstage, Sungmin knows he has to try harder.
Other days, when Sungmin's hard work has paid off, are like this.
Sweat runs in small rivers down his back as he exits the stage. The concert had been crazy, the temperature rising every second. The fans had been the best: screaming and singing along to every song, pressuring the band to play their best. Sungmin throws his leather jacket at a coordi noona who fusses around him, offering him a towel and a bottle of water. Greedily, Sungmin chugs down mouthfuls of water. The coordi leads him to an empty dressing room, telling him strictly to shower before she runs over to Heechul, attacking him with a towel.
Sungmin chuckles at Heechul's yelps as he steps into the dressing room, eyes still on Heechul and not paying any attention. The back of his head slams into the wall behind him, causing Sungmin to bite down on the inside of his cheek, the sharp taste of iron quickly filling his mouth.
“You're a fucking tease,” Kyuhyun growls, eyes as dark as they come, smudged with eyeliner. He attacks Sungmin's mouth with his own, lips and teeth alternately sucking and biting on Sungmin's lips as Kyuhyun's fingers dig into the holes of Sungmin's wife beater, tearing the fabric to pieces. Kyuhyun is already shirtless; smooth, taut skin under Sungmin's fingers as he claws at Kyuhyun's chest and back.
When Kyuhyun pulls back to pull Sungmin's pants down his legs, Sungmin's cock pulses at the sight of Kyuhyun's swollen lips. The scarlet red combined with the black of the eyeliner made Kyuhyun's pale face look like a masterpiece. Kyuhyun's rough hands squeezes his thighs briefly before parting them, lifting Sungmin up, pressing him against the wall, using his own body as leverage. Kyuhyun's pants are only buttoned open, cock sticking out, angry red around the head; already wet with precum.
Kyuhyun makes fast work of prepping Sungmin, showing two fingers in straight away, fucking Sungmin with them immediately, not giving him any time to get used to the digits. Sungmin swears. His arms scramble to grab at Kyuhyun's bicep and shoulder, fingers pressing bruises into Kyuhyun's skin as Kyuhyun presses his cock into Sungmin. It's tight, hot and he's not at all open enough for Kyuhyun's huge cock but Sungmin loves it.
“Fuck, Kyuhyun,” Sungmin bites into Kyuhyun's neck.
Kyuhyun can't play any instruments, but that's okay. He plays Sungmin like a pro.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Kyuhyun/Sungmin.
Warnings: PWP, AU.
Word count: 702 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: gamer-kyu13.
A/N: Written for sjpornathon's seventh challenge. The prompt was "Entertainment Industry AU". As LJ is being a douche, please click on the title to read the fic, not the link underneath.
Lee Sungmin is a fucking rockstar.
He is the guitarist, but plays more instruments than any other in his band. More than any other person he knows. Sungmin plays guitar like a God, looks like a fourteen year old, but has the hips of a porn star. Legendary. His fans tell him this every time they see him, so Sungmin has started to believe their words. The whispers of “I want you, Sungmin oppa,” ring through his ears every night after a concert, slides through his brain and stays. Sungmin believes. He can get anyone he wants.
So, Sungmin, the fucking rockstar who is the best thing since sliced cheese, wants the vocalist.
Cho Kyuhyun. Two years younger than Sungmin, with dark eyes, legs that go on forever and a voice angels and sinners alike envy him for. Sungmin wants him so bad it hurts like hell between his legs. Kyuhyun wants him too. Sungmin knows. Knows from the way Kyuhyun watches him behind black sunglasses, eyes rimmed with eyeliner, as Sungmin humps his guitar onstage, giving the fans a view of the hard outline of his cock, pressing against the fabric of his pants. They squeal; some of them even cry. Sungmin tells them that it is because of them. This is what you do to me.
Some days, Kyuhyun remains unfazed, even though Sungmin walks over to the middle of the stage where Kyuhyun's microphone stand is. Eyes hooded as he rubs himself against Kyuhyun's thighs. The fans scream. Kyuhyun turns him around and slams his hips against Sungmin's ass. A crude imitation of what Sungmin wants him to do. The fans scream more. A couple of girls faint. Sungmin hopes, waits. When Kyuhyun just prances past him backstage, Sungmin knows he has to try harder.
Other days, when Sungmin's hard work has paid off, are like this.
Sweat runs in small rivers down his back as he exits the stage. The concert had been crazy, the temperature rising every second. The fans had been the best: screaming and singing along to every song, pressuring the band to play their best. Sungmin throws his leather jacket at a coordi noona who fusses around him, offering him a towel and a bottle of water. Greedily, Sungmin chugs down mouthfuls of water. The coordi leads him to an empty dressing room, telling him strictly to shower before she runs over to Heechul, attacking him with a towel.
Sungmin chuckles at Heechul's yelps as he steps into the dressing room, eyes still on Heechul and not paying any attention. The back of his head slams into the wall behind him, causing Sungmin to bite down on the inside of his cheek, the sharp taste of iron quickly filling his mouth.
“You're a fucking tease,” Kyuhyun growls, eyes as dark as they come, smudged with eyeliner. He attacks Sungmin's mouth with his own, lips and teeth alternately sucking and biting on Sungmin's lips as Kyuhyun's fingers dig into the holes of Sungmin's wife beater, tearing the fabric to pieces. Kyuhyun is already shirtless; smooth, taut skin under Sungmin's fingers as he claws at Kyuhyun's chest and back.
When Kyuhyun pulls back to pull Sungmin's pants down his legs, Sungmin's cock pulses at the sight of Kyuhyun's swollen lips. The scarlet red combined with the black of the eyeliner made Kyuhyun's pale face look like a masterpiece. Kyuhyun's rough hands squeezes his thighs briefly before parting them, lifting Sungmin up, pressing him against the wall, using his own body as leverage. Kyuhyun's pants are only buttoned open, cock sticking out, angry red around the head; already wet with precum.
Kyuhyun makes fast work of prepping Sungmin, showing two fingers in straight away, fucking Sungmin with them immediately, not giving him any time to get used to the digits. Sungmin swears. His arms scramble to grab at Kyuhyun's bicep and shoulder, fingers pressing bruises into Kyuhyun's skin as Kyuhyun presses his cock into Sungmin. It's tight, hot and he's not at all open enough for Kyuhyun's huge cock but Sungmin loves it.
“Fuck, Kyuhyun,” Sungmin bites into Kyuhyun's neck.
Kyuhyun can't play any instruments, but that's okay. He plays Sungmin like a pro.