Now Boarding .3
Title: Now Boarding
Rating: R
Pairing: Kiseung, Hyunwoon (or whatever it’s called xD)
Genre: AU! Pilots.
Word Count: 2,392
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: Inspired by the “Let It Snow” teaser, Hyunseung and Kikwang are busy airline pilots caught in the loneliness of being unable to make long lasting connections.
Author’s Note: This took entirely too long but quite honestly I lost the motivation for it. My writing became a bit awkward to me too but I really want to get this done so picking it up again.
Hyunseung grunts as he drives his body forward once more, watching how it pushes Dongwoon up on the bed. All the blond hair already damp falling forward as the younger male drops his head. Resting his forehead on his arms folded over the pillow, his shoulder blades shifting with each push into his body.
Dongwoon is taller than Kikwang, built differently. While he still has a good amount of definition to his body Hyunseung can only describe him as lean. He feels completely different under his hands from the solid form of Kikwang. Not as firm under his finger tips, not as smooth.
His fingers glide along the hairs crawling down from Dongwoon’s belly button as he snaps his hips back and forth. They’re coarse and rough between his fingers. Lower he moves his hand to feel more. Kikwang’s body isn’t like this either, hair is scarce.
Hyunseung’s long fingers wrap around Dongwoon’s erection, even that is different. Of course he expects that, each man is built differently. Dongwoon is just as hot in his hand, throbbing with the need for Hyunseung to do more than just rest his hand there. He whines, a low sound in his throat that is more of a growl than anything else.
Hyunseung pumps him to the rhythm of his thrusts, hard and fast even though they have all the time in the world. That’s the biggest difference there, he doesn’t have to rush. He wants to. Dongwoon is not Kikwang. He feels nothing like him, tastes nothing like him and yet when Hyunseung’s balls tighten and that impending release comes he calls out Kikwang’s name.
Panting against the back of Dongwoon’s neck with that name still on the tip of his tongue. Dongwoon doesn’t make him move, doesn’t even attempt to speak in his shock. He lays there spent with Hyunseung on his back and presses his eyes shut. Even after a month he’s still just a temporary shell for Kikwang’s image.
Hyunseung moved himself slowly off Dongwoon shortly after the other male had fallen asleep. Picking his pants out from the two pairs on the floor. He didn’t even bother to properly close them as he moved towards the window. Though an interesting scenery lay before him all he could think of was Kikwang.
Dongwoon was gorgeous in an awkward way. All long limbs and nervous smiles combining with dazzling eyes and a husky voice. Had he met him before Kikwang he would never have compared their smiles or the way their eyes became lines when they were excited. He wouldn’t have tried to hear the softer tone of Kikwang’s voice through the deep moans Dongwoon made when he rubbed against him.
He would have just enjoyed all of that for what it was. Hyunseung knew about Dongwoon. Dongwoon had an older brother, a mother and a father he looked nothing like. Hyunseung had seen pictures and asked right away if Dongwoon was adopted. The other had to point out his mother’s eyes in himself and his father’s smile. Still Hyunseung didn’t buy it.
Dongwoon liked to eat but was a poor cook. Hyunseung sighed as he pulled a cigarette from the pack at his back pocket. The lighter from the side pocket and moved out onto the hotel balcony, ignoring the chill of the night as he lit up the cigarette. Taking a long drag as he looked down to see how high they were.
It was a definite break your neck distance. The smoke came out as a ring, he stared at it as it spread further and further apart. Opening up before his eyes like Dongwoon had moments ago. He grinned and shook his head, pushing back the fringe on his forehead. His hair damp enough that it clumped together and stayed in place as he moved his hand back.
Kikwang really ruined his life. Hyunseung wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him all the time. Wondering what he was doing right now. He grit his teeth as a bitter thought popped up. Who he was doing now.
Hyunseung flicked the cigarette over the balcony rail, watching it disappear into the night. Sucked up by the darkness long before he could imagine what it would look like hitting the cement below. He sighed as he felt arms wrap around his waist. Leaning back into Dongwoon.
His chest was longer than Kikwang’s but not as wide, still Hyunseung fit comfortably against it. Dongwoon’s fingers were longer than Kikwang’s. Hyunseung sighed as they moved down the length of his body, ducking into his pants. He hadn’t bothered with underwear, it’d become pointless after the first two days sharing a room with Dongwoon.
It hadn’t taken long to get the other into bed. He’d been so hesitant the first night. All it took was one drink to bring up his courage and have him writhing under Hyunseung. Now they couldn’t go more than a few hours without having hands and mouths all over one another.
Hyunseung was well aware what he was doing was wrong. Dongwoon had been a virgin but now at least he’d go to the next person with some experience. A little heart break went a long way in life. He wouldn’t be as stupid to fall for a Kikwang with the lesson Hyunseung was leaving him with, don’t trust the pretty ones.
Don’t fall for lips that kiss tears away and smiles that make clouds fade. Hyunseung tilted his head back to meet Dongwoon’s lips, muffling his moans as fingers stroked him just right. Dongwoon was a fast learner.
Hyunseung hisses at the feeling of the cold rail against his ribs as Dongwoon nudges him forward. Mindful of how high up they are but not caring about the fact that they’re outside. Only a helicopter would be able to see them now and both doubt their timing could be that bad.
Dongwoon is not like Kikwang at all. Hyunseung lets him do things that he would never allow Kikwang. He didn’t even question it the first time Dongwoon started moving kisses a little too low on his body. Like he doesn’t question it now when Dongwoon shoves his pants down and the younger male’s tongue trails along his ass.
It feels good to lose control to someone. Maybe that’s why Kikwang allowed him to do it for so long until it became obvious Hyunseung was the one losing to him. Too desperate for the embrace of Kikwang’s body and wanting more than that. Kikwang has had everyone. Hyunseung won’t forget his face as he was bent over much the way Dongwoon has him now.
He cries out as Dongwoon pushes into his body, the pressure felt all the way up his spine. It burns going in, gliding along places that weren’t accustomed to the idea. Dongwoon is usually the one on his back, on his stomach upon a desk or an all fours where ever they are.
This is only the second time Hyunseung has allowed more than his tongue into him. His chest heaves and his breath comes in quick bursts as he feels Dongwoon pulling back. Shaking his head for an instant. Saliva was not as good a lubricant as Kikwang’s echoes of rapture against tiled walls made it seem.
Hyunseung can let it go, this will be the last time Dongwoon sees him so might as well make it a good memory. Still he bites on his lip as Dongwoon drives his cock as deep into him as he can make it go. Hyunseung’s legs trembling from the force as he grips the rail.
Staring at the world below them as Dongwoon’s skin slaps against his own. It aches in a way that makes his pelvis feel smaller than it actually is. Like it’s tightening up and ready to turn into nothing. Just when he thinks it’s never going to be more than pain Dongwoon shifts his hips. The angle leaves him pressing against a point that makes Hyunseung gasp.
“There, don’t stop.” He manages to rasp out the words as Dongwoon tightly grips his hips. The pain is still there mixing in with the pleasure creeping up on him. Hyunseung is sure it only hurts because it’s not Kikwang. Dongwoon picks up speed again and for a moment he forgets all about Kikwang.
All he can focus is on the way his insides quiver around Dongwoon’s dick. The way it spears his body and he like some puppet moves back onto it each time. Grunting and groaning as he claws at the metal rail. Dongwoon’s labored breath above him barely audible with the wind that picks up.
The sweat on his skin is cold but Dongwoon’s body is hot. Hyunseung whimpers in discomfort that’s quickly forgotten at another press deep into his body. His eyes open just in time to wash the gushes of his own orgasm leave a mess the maids won’t want explained.
This time he says no name but he can hear Dongwoon moan his with his face buried in Hyunseung’s hair. Nose pushing at the strands as he pants softly and whines out a hyung. Hyunseung hears the alarm go off behind them and nudges Dongwoon off his back. Not even giving the younger male a moment to revel in the afterglow. There is none for him, this isn’t Kikwang.
“My…” Hyunseung stops at hearing how breathless his own voice is. A lazy smile draws across Dongwoon’s face, it’s so handsome that Hyunseung almost humors the idea of ignoring the alarm. Only almost.
Hyunseung shoves Dongwoon back into the room and slides the balcony door shut. Moving past the bed closest to the window, that had been used only to lay their luggage on, to look for his shirt. He fixes his pants as he leans down to pick it up from near the bathroom.
Dongwoon’s hands are on him again but he turns away. Wiping himself down with a damp hand towel. He tilts his head to the side as Dongwoon’s lips start to leave their mark there. Fastening his belt and snapping his head to the side as he feels Dongwoon mark the skin.
Hyunseung glares at Dongwoon’s reflection in the mirror as he can see a red mark on the skin. Dongwoon shrinks away, only coming close now to take the damp cloth from Hyunseung’s hand. He cleans himself quietly while Hyunseung finishes dressing up.
“I have a flight to catch.” Dongwoon nods, he’s been dreading this day since the first time Hyunseung held him. He takes a step forward as Hyunseung is putting the remainder of his things into the one suitcase he brought along with him.
“Hyung.” Hyunseung doesn’t even look at him but Dongwoon isn’t one to be ignored. He catches Hyunseung’s hands in the middle of folding an undershirt. Dongwoon tugs him against him and kisses him with all the passion his body holds, pretending he doesn’t notice the lack of response.
Hyunseung’s hands go right back to folding as soon as he lets them go. He says nothing to Dongwoon even when he’s sliding his feet into his shoes. He turns back to look at Dongwoon sat on the bed avoiding the wet spots and staring up at him like some abandoned puppy.
“You’ll be a good pilot one day.” Dongwoon visibly slumps at the words. Giving a slow nod as he turns his gaze to the floor. Hyunseung knows exactly what he’s done but he doesn’t give in to that little part of him that screams for him to apologize. He just slides through the small opening of the door dragging his suitcase along.
Dongwoon was just something to enjoy for a month and help him forget. Something that didn’t work and just left him stepping back into South Korea with a heart even heavier than when he left. Hyunseung wasn’t even able to sleep on the flight over.
Just leaning against the window staring at everything he was leaving behind. Wondering who would be holding Kikwang when he landed. No one would be waiting for him, that’s how he expected it to be. Yet he hears his name as soon as he comes out of the gate. Turning his head to the smile and cheerful eyes he couldn’t stop thinking about.
“Seungie!” Kikwang throws an arm around him and presses himself against his side. Hyunseung looks away as he sees the way Kikwang’s nose wrinkles. He hadn’t bothered to bathe and his shirt is not enough to cover the teeth imprinted on his neck. Kikwang’s smile fades a bit then comes back as bright as before.
“How was the Philippines?” There’s no anger. Kikwang really doesn’t care what he does. Hyunseung wanted some reaction, maybe Kikwang crying a little not that megawatt smile. He sighs as he drags his suitcase.
“Ecstatic.” No matter how fast he walks Kikwang stays at his side, clinging to him like he’s the only thing the laws of gravity apply to. Hyunseung doesn’t even notice Kikwang is the one leading the way until he suddenly hears the sound of flushing.
He blinks and looks around, watching Yoseob raise a brow at them as he moves past. Hyunseung watches him go then turns his head towards Kikwang. There’s no warning before a hand connects with his cheek. It stings and by instinct he brings it up to the burning flesh.
“Wha…” Hyunseung’s cut off by a hand connecting with the other cheek. Kikwang stomps away leaving him behind too stunned to speak or move. He turns to look at his reflection. Kikwang’s hands leave his cheeks bright pink but it’s still not as bright as the mark on his neck. He touches it lightly and lets out an exasperated sigh. Hyunseung wanted a reaction and he most definitely got one.
Rating: R
Pairing: Kiseung, Hyunwoon (or whatever it’s called xD)
Genre: AU! Pilots.
Word Count: 2,392
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: Inspired by the “Let It Snow” teaser, Hyunseung and Kikwang are busy airline pilots caught in the loneliness of being unable to make long lasting connections.
Author’s Note: This took entirely too long but quite honestly I lost the motivation for it. My writing became a bit awkward to me too but I really want to get this done so picking it up again.
Hyunseung grunts as he drives his body forward once more, watching how it pushes Dongwoon up on the bed. All the blond hair already damp falling forward as the younger male drops his head. Resting his forehead on his arms folded over the pillow, his shoulder blades shifting with each push into his body.
Dongwoon is taller than Kikwang, built differently. While he still has a good amount of definition to his body Hyunseung can only describe him as lean. He feels completely different under his hands from the solid form of Kikwang. Not as firm under his finger tips, not as smooth.
His fingers glide along the hairs crawling down from Dongwoon’s belly button as he snaps his hips back and forth. They’re coarse and rough between his fingers. Lower he moves his hand to feel more. Kikwang’s body isn’t like this either, hair is scarce.
Hyunseung’s long fingers wrap around Dongwoon’s erection, even that is different. Of course he expects that, each man is built differently. Dongwoon is just as hot in his hand, throbbing with the need for Hyunseung to do more than just rest his hand there. He whines, a low sound in his throat that is more of a growl than anything else.
Hyunseung pumps him to the rhythm of his thrusts, hard and fast even though they have all the time in the world. That’s the biggest difference there, he doesn’t have to rush. He wants to. Dongwoon is not Kikwang. He feels nothing like him, tastes nothing like him and yet when Hyunseung’s balls tighten and that impending release comes he calls out Kikwang’s name.
Panting against the back of Dongwoon’s neck with that name still on the tip of his tongue. Dongwoon doesn’t make him move, doesn’t even attempt to speak in his shock. He lays there spent with Hyunseung on his back and presses his eyes shut. Even after a month he’s still just a temporary shell for Kikwang’s image.
Hyunseung moved himself slowly off Dongwoon shortly after the other male had fallen asleep. Picking his pants out from the two pairs on the floor. He didn’t even bother to properly close them as he moved towards the window. Though an interesting scenery lay before him all he could think of was Kikwang.
Dongwoon was gorgeous in an awkward way. All long limbs and nervous smiles combining with dazzling eyes and a husky voice. Had he met him before Kikwang he would never have compared their smiles or the way their eyes became lines when they were excited. He wouldn’t have tried to hear the softer tone of Kikwang’s voice through the deep moans Dongwoon made when he rubbed against him.
He would have just enjoyed all of that for what it was. Hyunseung knew about Dongwoon. Dongwoon had an older brother, a mother and a father he looked nothing like. Hyunseung had seen pictures and asked right away if Dongwoon was adopted. The other had to point out his mother’s eyes in himself and his father’s smile. Still Hyunseung didn’t buy it.
Dongwoon liked to eat but was a poor cook. Hyunseung sighed as he pulled a cigarette from the pack at his back pocket. The lighter from the side pocket and moved out onto the hotel balcony, ignoring the chill of the night as he lit up the cigarette. Taking a long drag as he looked down to see how high they were.
It was a definite break your neck distance. The smoke came out as a ring, he stared at it as it spread further and further apart. Opening up before his eyes like Dongwoon had moments ago. He grinned and shook his head, pushing back the fringe on his forehead. His hair damp enough that it clumped together and stayed in place as he moved his hand back.
Kikwang really ruined his life. Hyunseung wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him all the time. Wondering what he was doing right now. He grit his teeth as a bitter thought popped up. Who he was doing now.
Hyunseung flicked the cigarette over the balcony rail, watching it disappear into the night. Sucked up by the darkness long before he could imagine what it would look like hitting the cement below. He sighed as he felt arms wrap around his waist. Leaning back into Dongwoon.
His chest was longer than Kikwang’s but not as wide, still Hyunseung fit comfortably against it. Dongwoon’s fingers were longer than Kikwang’s. Hyunseung sighed as they moved down the length of his body, ducking into his pants. He hadn’t bothered with underwear, it’d become pointless after the first two days sharing a room with Dongwoon.
It hadn’t taken long to get the other into bed. He’d been so hesitant the first night. All it took was one drink to bring up his courage and have him writhing under Hyunseung. Now they couldn’t go more than a few hours without having hands and mouths all over one another.
Hyunseung was well aware what he was doing was wrong. Dongwoon had been a virgin but now at least he’d go to the next person with some experience. A little heart break went a long way in life. He wouldn’t be as stupid to fall for a Kikwang with the lesson Hyunseung was leaving him with, don’t trust the pretty ones.
Don’t fall for lips that kiss tears away and smiles that make clouds fade. Hyunseung tilted his head back to meet Dongwoon’s lips, muffling his moans as fingers stroked him just right. Dongwoon was a fast learner.
Hyunseung hisses at the feeling of the cold rail against his ribs as Dongwoon nudges him forward. Mindful of how high up they are but not caring about the fact that they’re outside. Only a helicopter would be able to see them now and both doubt their timing could be that bad.
Dongwoon is not like Kikwang at all. Hyunseung lets him do things that he would never allow Kikwang. He didn’t even question it the first time Dongwoon started moving kisses a little too low on his body. Like he doesn’t question it now when Dongwoon shoves his pants down and the younger male’s tongue trails along his ass.
It feels good to lose control to someone. Maybe that’s why Kikwang allowed him to do it for so long until it became obvious Hyunseung was the one losing to him. Too desperate for the embrace of Kikwang’s body and wanting more than that. Kikwang has had everyone. Hyunseung won’t forget his face as he was bent over much the way Dongwoon has him now.
He cries out as Dongwoon pushes into his body, the pressure felt all the way up his spine. It burns going in, gliding along places that weren’t accustomed to the idea. Dongwoon is usually the one on his back, on his stomach upon a desk or an all fours where ever they are.
This is only the second time Hyunseung has allowed more than his tongue into him. His chest heaves and his breath comes in quick bursts as he feels Dongwoon pulling back. Shaking his head for an instant. Saliva was not as good a lubricant as Kikwang’s echoes of rapture against tiled walls made it seem.
Hyunseung can let it go, this will be the last time Dongwoon sees him so might as well make it a good memory. Still he bites on his lip as Dongwoon drives his cock as deep into him as he can make it go. Hyunseung’s legs trembling from the force as he grips the rail.
Staring at the world below them as Dongwoon’s skin slaps against his own. It aches in a way that makes his pelvis feel smaller than it actually is. Like it’s tightening up and ready to turn into nothing. Just when he thinks it’s never going to be more than pain Dongwoon shifts his hips. The angle leaves him pressing against a point that makes Hyunseung gasp.
“There, don’t stop.” He manages to rasp out the words as Dongwoon tightly grips his hips. The pain is still there mixing in with the pleasure creeping up on him. Hyunseung is sure it only hurts because it’s not Kikwang. Dongwoon picks up speed again and for a moment he forgets all about Kikwang.
All he can focus is on the way his insides quiver around Dongwoon’s dick. The way it spears his body and he like some puppet moves back onto it each time. Grunting and groaning as he claws at the metal rail. Dongwoon’s labored breath above him barely audible with the wind that picks up.
The sweat on his skin is cold but Dongwoon’s body is hot. Hyunseung whimpers in discomfort that’s quickly forgotten at another press deep into his body. His eyes open just in time to wash the gushes of his own orgasm leave a mess the maids won’t want explained.
This time he says no name but he can hear Dongwoon moan his with his face buried in Hyunseung’s hair. Nose pushing at the strands as he pants softly and whines out a hyung. Hyunseung hears the alarm go off behind them and nudges Dongwoon off his back. Not even giving the younger male a moment to revel in the afterglow. There is none for him, this isn’t Kikwang.
“My…” Hyunseung stops at hearing how breathless his own voice is. A lazy smile draws across Dongwoon’s face, it’s so handsome that Hyunseung almost humors the idea of ignoring the alarm. Only almost.
Hyunseung shoves Dongwoon back into the room and slides the balcony door shut. Moving past the bed closest to the window, that had been used only to lay their luggage on, to look for his shirt. He fixes his pants as he leans down to pick it up from near the bathroom.
Dongwoon’s hands are on him again but he turns away. Wiping himself down with a damp hand towel. He tilts his head to the side as Dongwoon’s lips start to leave their mark there. Fastening his belt and snapping his head to the side as he feels Dongwoon mark the skin.
Hyunseung glares at Dongwoon’s reflection in the mirror as he can see a red mark on the skin. Dongwoon shrinks away, only coming close now to take the damp cloth from Hyunseung’s hand. He cleans himself quietly while Hyunseung finishes dressing up.
“I have a flight to catch.” Dongwoon nods, he’s been dreading this day since the first time Hyunseung held him. He takes a step forward as Hyunseung is putting the remainder of his things into the one suitcase he brought along with him.
“Hyung.” Hyunseung doesn’t even look at him but Dongwoon isn’t one to be ignored. He catches Hyunseung’s hands in the middle of folding an undershirt. Dongwoon tugs him against him and kisses him with all the passion his body holds, pretending he doesn’t notice the lack of response.
Hyunseung’s hands go right back to folding as soon as he lets them go. He says nothing to Dongwoon even when he’s sliding his feet into his shoes. He turns back to look at Dongwoon sat on the bed avoiding the wet spots and staring up at him like some abandoned puppy.
“You’ll be a good pilot one day.” Dongwoon visibly slumps at the words. Giving a slow nod as he turns his gaze to the floor. Hyunseung knows exactly what he’s done but he doesn’t give in to that little part of him that screams for him to apologize. He just slides through the small opening of the door dragging his suitcase along.
Dongwoon was just something to enjoy for a month and help him forget. Something that didn’t work and just left him stepping back into South Korea with a heart even heavier than when he left. Hyunseung wasn’t even able to sleep on the flight over.
Just leaning against the window staring at everything he was leaving behind. Wondering who would be holding Kikwang when he landed. No one would be waiting for him, that’s how he expected it to be. Yet he hears his name as soon as he comes out of the gate. Turning his head to the smile and cheerful eyes he couldn’t stop thinking about.
“Seungie!” Kikwang throws an arm around him and presses himself against his side. Hyunseung looks away as he sees the way Kikwang’s nose wrinkles. He hadn’t bothered to bathe and his shirt is not enough to cover the teeth imprinted on his neck. Kikwang’s smile fades a bit then comes back as bright as before.
“How was the Philippines?” There’s no anger. Kikwang really doesn’t care what he does. Hyunseung wanted some reaction, maybe Kikwang crying a little not that megawatt smile. He sighs as he drags his suitcase.
“Ecstatic.” No matter how fast he walks Kikwang stays at his side, clinging to him like he’s the only thing the laws of gravity apply to. Hyunseung doesn’t even notice Kikwang is the one leading the way until he suddenly hears the sound of flushing.
He blinks and looks around, watching Yoseob raise a brow at them as he moves past. Hyunseung watches him go then turns his head towards Kikwang. There’s no warning before a hand connects with his cheek. It stings and by instinct he brings it up to the burning flesh.
“Wha…” Hyunseung’s cut off by a hand connecting with the other cheek. Kikwang stomps away leaving him behind too stunned to speak or move. He turns to look at his reflection. Kikwang’s hands leave his cheeks bright pink but it’s still not as bright as the mark on his neck. He touches it lightly and lets out an exasperated sigh. Hyunseung wanted a reaction and he most definitely got one.