Helping Out the Leader - Oneshot
Title: Helping Out the Leader
Author: SilkeKim
Pairing: Leeteuk/Zhoumi, implied Henwook, Qmi, Kyumin and Kyuminmi (LOL)
Summary: Zhoumi thinks Leeteuk looks troubled and decides to help him out
Genre: Smut
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 750
Park Jungsu was staring gloomily in front of him, not seeing the view from the window at all.
It felt like everyone was leaving him. Kibum was the first to leave, and then Hangeng and Kangin had left him.
Now Heechul as well.
If anyone had ever been there to support him it had been Kangin and Heechul. Hangeng too, since he had known the burdens of leadership from Super Junior M. But now.. Now he was on his own. With Yesung enlisting in the army this summer, Jungsu spent most of his time worrying how Super Junior would be able to go on.
Like most days he was worrying today as well, his mind too clouded from exhaustion and sleepless nights to notice the presence of someone else in his room until he felt long, slim arms encircle him from behind.
“Even from behind you look troubled, Leeteuk hyung,” an instantly recognizable Chinese accent.
“Zhoumi. What are you doing here?”
“We all have activities together, hyung.” Oh God, the way that word would flow from Zhoumi’s lips. Jungsu was suddenly grateful for the two of them not facing each other, because this hard on would have been awkward and difficult to explain.
“You should have noticed, being the leader and everything.” Zhoumi continued teasingly, hugging Jungsu closer and resting his chin on the elder’s shoulder.
“I thought Henry and you were supposed to stay at a hotel?” Jungsu’s voice was ice, slightly angered by the fact that no one had cared to tell him that all his current members were in the dorm now.
”It’s more fun here~ Li Xu is sharing his bed with Henry and Sungmin hyung is soon as happy to have me here as his little Kui Xian is.”
Jungsu sighed, spending energy he didn’t have on figuring out all of those Chinese names. It was easier guessing who was fucking who, really.
“Good. Good. I’m glad to know where you all are.” And he meant it, because it felt like his family was coming together, not splitting apart for once.
It come for him as a complete shock when he felt Zhoumi tucking at the wristband keeping Jungsu’s sweatpants up and grabbing his erection.
Jungsu wanted to turn around, to tell Zhoumi to fuck off, to have respect for his hyungs’ dicks. But Zhoumi held him firmly, keeping him from turning around, now sliding his hand up and down Jungsu’s shaft with a soft caressing touch.
“Zhoumi-ah, what do you think you’re doing?” Jungsu demanded, voice strained, trying not to let out a moan.
“What does it seem like I’m doing, hyung?” his voice sounded innocent, but Jungsu felt a wicked smile against his shoulder.
“I know what you’re doing. Why are you doing it?” Jungsu snapped back at him, because now the pace was speeding up and it was almost unbearable, everything was too hot and he felt sweatier and harder than he had ever since Heechul had left.
“You had that troubled look again. I thought I might help out~”
And Jungsu has to support himself by putting his hands against the cold window in from of him because fuck Zhoumi knew what he was doing. His finger were long and warm and Jungsu gets why Kyuhyun wanted him in their room and why Sungmin is suddenly starting to approve.
Zhoumi turns Jungsu around and the older is too overwhelmed by the sensation that is Zhoumi, with all of his drop-dead model-like gorgeousness, to do anything but follow his lead. His heart is racing and by now he is panting hard.
What really gets him over the edge though is when Zhoumi looks him in the eyes and smiles mysteriously with that beautiful mouth. Zhoumi leans in close and he kisses him and Jungsu comes hard, muffling the sound of his gasp in their kiss.
Jungsu can do nothing but just stand there and watch as Zhoumi retreats his hand from his pants, cleaning it with a tissue from the box of Kleenex Jungsu always keeps by his bed.
"Anytime, Leeteuk hyung.” The Chinese man said and Leeteuk almost got hard again just from hearing his name coming from that perfectly shaped mouth and involuntarily imagined it surrounding his burning dick.
“Simply look at me with that troubled look of yours and I'll be there." Zhoumi winked at him and left, giving Jungsu something else to ponder over all day instead of counting members.