CHALLENGE 7 (7 entries)
ENTRY # 1
Harlequin
Kyuhyun/Sungmin
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 goes 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 want 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, 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, 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 precome.
Kyuhyun makes fast work of prepping Sungmin, showing two wet 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.
ENTRY #2
Voice
Siwon/Kyuhyun
It doesn't matter how long he's been in this industry, Kyuhyun still feels like a fan sometimes. At least, he still feels like a fan when it comes to a supermodel named Choi Siwon. It had been a simple crush started by a smile Kyuhyun had seen in a magazine but it had quickly turned into a series of nightly fantasies that couldn't be helped.
Kyuhyun had always dreamed of being a singer but swerved his career path to be a musical actor after discovering that his gorgeous crush was a fan of musicals. Kyuhyun was still able to live his dream of being a singer but was also given the chance to meet Siwon. As a man with a stoic image, Kyuhyun hid his elation when he first came in contact with Siwon.
“Your voice is really amazing,” Siwon had said while shaking Kyuhyun's hand backstage after a show. “It's really... smooth. I enjoyed it.”
Siwon had been just as gentlemanly and courteous as Kyuhyun had expected. He had also been even more good-looking than expected. And Kyuhyun was more turned on by a tiny touch than he could have imagined.
“Thanks,” he'd replied calmly, brushing his fingers across Siwon's palm as their hands parted.
There was a brief moment of eye contact before Siwon smiled politely and left the room. But he was back the next night and every night of the musical after that, talking to every actor except Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun was fine with this, however, because Siwon's eyes said just enough.
Now, Kyuhyun is sighing in relaxed pleasure, splayed out against silk sheets in a bedroom illuminated by moonlight as teeth gently graze his clavicle before a tongue slides along his neck.
As it turns out, Siwon enjoys Kyuhyun's voice even more in closed quarters and will do anything to hear it. Anything.
Kyuhyun enjoys having the object of his affections wound so tightly around his finger. He also enjoys having his hands tightly wound in Siwon's hair as Siwon's lips slide so easily around his cock. He moans just a little as a test, a tease, and feels the hands gripping his thighs tighten. Siwon's head lowers and Kyuhyun's volume increases. Kyuhyun would be grinning smugly if he weren't so turned on and suddenly ready to cry for relief.
While Kyuhyun pushes and teases for his own excitement, Siwon pulls Kyuhyun closer and closer to the edge until the tables turn and Kyuhyun is submitting and begging for release.
“Siwon,” Kyuhyun whines exactly the way Siwon likes it. “Siwon, please.”
Siwon lifts his head, sliding his hands along Kyuhyun's thighs slowly.
“Louder,” he says softly, darting his tongue out to tease the head of Kyuhyun's cock.
Kyuhyun lets out a muffled noise and tugs on Siwon's hair.
“Make me,” he grunts back.
He releases Siwon's hair and fists his hands in the sheets instead when he feels himself at the back of Siwon's throat. He moans loudly to fuel his lover, mewling his name over and over. Siwon's head bobs until Kyuhyun screams out his release in a way that he knows will drive Siwon crazy.
Kyuhyun knows he's done just that when Siwon curses before sliding up to ravage his mouth. Kyuhyun finally lets his smug grin free as he feels the control he has over Siwon, a person he'd once silently worshiped. His grin grows as he remembers that he has a musical performance tomorrow night. Sex with Siwon after a night of teasing from the stage is Kyuhyun's favorite.
ENTRY #3
Tabloid Scandal
Kibum/Yesung
"This is so stupid..." Kibum huffed, plopping down into the cavas chair behind the director. He stared at his onscreen partner, Yesung, annoyed to no end that he was reduced to allowing a singer to leech off his acting. He accepted a bottle of water from one of the staff members, waving her away while his eyes never left the singer who was trying to expand his horizons. He snorted and gulped down half of the water in anger before standing and going back on the set.
The movie they were working on was about two brothers who had to work together to bring back their other siblings before their sickly mother died. It was a drama movie, one of Kibum's favorites to work on, but it was exhausting having to stop every few minutes because Yesung kept fucking up his lines. They'd been working on this one scene for the entire day when Kibum by himself would've finished in just one or two takes.
"Cut!" The director called, snapping Kibum out of his thoughts. "Yesung-sshi, that was a wonderful cut - very good with the tears," The director smiled proudly and then turned to everyone else. "I think that's a wrap for today - return to your trailers, we'll continue early tomorrow morning." With that, everyone began wrapping things up.
Kibum stood from his seat and sighed heavily, stretching his arms over his head. He turned when he heard his name called only to roll his eyes and turn back around when he found out it was Yesung.
"Yah, Kibum, want to come back to my trailer for drinks?" Yesung offered kindly, smiling at him. Kibum scoffed disbelievingly, placing his hands on his hips before turning to the other.
"Look... we're not friends, we're together to do a film - you're leeching off all my hard work. As soon as this movie is done, we'll never see each other again, unless it's at award shows and press conferences, got it? I've already told you this several times - stop making me repeat myself." Kibum raised an eyebrow when Yesung frowned at him, recognizing that the singer was getting aggravated.
"Hey, you know, I didn't exactly ask to work with you either, yeah? I'll be more than happy to return to my singing when this whole thing is over with. My manager is the one who suggested it - it's his fault that I'm even paired with you, so if you want to be pissed off, talk to him," Yesung scoffed, shoving past Kibum, leaving the actor in shock that he'd finally stood up to him.
--
Kibum was stretched out on the small cot in his trailer, a tabloid magazine in his hands, reading an article about him and Yesung in a couple-like embrace. There was a knock on his door and he stood up, folding the magazine over one of his fingers to keep the place while he walked over to see who it was. He smirked upon opening the door.
"You know you shouldn't be reading that shit," Yesung spoke softly, quickly stepping up and closing the door behind him. He eyed the tabloid and chuckled, "Do you think they'll fall for that fight today?"
Kibum snorted and tossed the magazine to the side, "I doubt it..."
"Maybe it's time we came out then - you know everyone's going to eventually put two and two together, especially since you've been wearing your ring more lately..." Yesung hummed as he stretched out on Kibum's cot, a smile on his lips.
"Our careers will be down the drain, you know that right?" Kibum laid down next to him, twining their fingers together.
"There's always the U.S...." Yesung shifted and straddled Kibum's hips, lifting his lover's shirt slowly, "There's more time for serious stuff later - seeing you pissed made me hot, so do something about it. Now."
Kibum laughed at Yesung and turned off his light, yanking his fiesty lover down for a kiss. "So saucy," Kibum cooed teasingly as they began stripping, fingers and lips touching wherever there was bare skin.
"I'll show you saucy if you don't hurry and get in me," Yesung retorted, letting out a soft gasp when Kibum flipped positions with him and kissed him hard on the lips.
"Shut up Yesung and let me fuck you in peace," Kibum huffed.
They both laughed at each other; moans and sighs of pleasure soon filled the trailer, neither of them giving any thought to someone being awake.
ENTRY #4
n/a
Heechul/Kyuhyun
Heechul had standards. Which was why he was fucking the little newbie in the back room, after shooting, after nearly everyone had left.
"God... and to think that you hated me," said Kyuhyun, grinning up at him. Heechul gripped onto Kyuhyun's ass cheeks and slammed into him and Kyuhyun let out a gasp.
"Fucker, I still hate you," said Heechul, gritting his teeth. Holding onto Kyuhyun even tighter. Kyuhyun threw his head back to let out a moan and Heechul devoured at his neck, biting and licking and thrusting into Kyuhyun, again and again. Kyuhyun was tight and hot and wet around his cock and Heechul said, "Yeah, you like me in you?"
"God, you fill me up so much, hyung," said Kyuhyun, still with that smirk. And it was unfair because fuck that turned Heechul on even more and he wasn't sure if he was holding on Kyuhyun's ass anymore, or his waist to keep them both up, as he slammed Kyuhyun against the mirror and Kyuhyun's knuckles hit the glass.
"Hyung, god, your cock, I love your cock," Kyuhyun breathed against his ear, and Heechul came, and Kyuhyun chuckled against him and came as well.
*
"Guest starring in another episode too?" said Kyuhyun, blinking at Heechul's manager.
The manager nodded. "Well the ratings for the last one were so high and we got a lot of viewers," he said, and then smiled. "Apparently the audience likes the shy new evil kid."
"Or maybe it's 'cause he's a pop star too, that they liked it," said Heechul. His arms were crossed, and a scowl was drawn on his face. He was supposed to be the main character of this show--the attention should be focused on him.
"Yeah, well, higher ratings, higher salaries," said the manager, and chuckled.
"Sunbae, at this point, I don't care about my salary," said Heechul. He'd been acting professionally for the past seven years and had been well-received by critics for nearly everything he did. Aside from a short film he'd done in college, in which he'd played a tree.
"Ah, Heechul, but I know you do, deep down inside," said his manager with a grin, and Heechul rolled his eyes. "Alright, well, you're staying with us for another two months!" he said to Kyuhyun. "I could probably write you in the script as a minor character. It won't be that hard."
"I guess we'll be playing friends again some more," Kyuhyun said to Heechul as the manager left.
Heechul huffed. "Great."
*
On the second week of the next episode's shooting, in which Kyuhyun (unfortunately) was guest starring again, Heechul caught him on the way to the men's bathroom and said, "Still want my cock?"
Kyuhyun blushed, but no one was around. "I'm in the middle of a shooting," he hissed.
"Yeah, and I think you could take a break," said Heechul. And then, with a smirk, "Or do some more work. With me. Alone."
Five minutes later found them in a stall in the men's bathroom, Heechul grinding against Kyuhyun roughly on the stall door. Kyuhyun breathed, "God, yeah, I miss your cock," and Heechul mouthed at his earlobe and whispered, "I know." Kyuhyun's breath staggered as Heechul rutted against him, could practically feel Kyuhyun's cock through their thin layers of fabric. Kyuhyun gasped as his hips stuttered against Heechul's and Heechul could feel his warmth spread all over him and Heechul warned, "I'm coming," groaned, and Kyuhyun captured Heechul's mouth with his own as Heechul released against him.
They grabbed toilet paper and wiped themselves off, and Heechul muttered, "Shit, my pants are gonna be stiff all day," and Kyuhyun said, "You shouldn't have brought us here and now to fuck, then."
"Can't resist you, though," said Heechul, cupping Kyuhyun's face with one hand. Kyuhyun smiled, and Heechul said, "And you can't resist me, either."
"You mean your cock. I can't resist that," said Kyuhyun.
Heechul laughed. "Yes, that's exactly what I meant," he said, and when they went outside, people asked them where they'd gone and Kyuhyun baldly said nothing and Heechul imagined, one day, that the tabloids would be filled with Kim Heechul and Cho Kyuhyun, spotted on a scandal or a tryst? or Kim Heechul and Cho Kyuhyun, happily ever after.
ENTRY #5
Working Relationships
Yesung/Ryewook
Ryeowook sighed as he opened the door of his Jaguar, stepping out and straightening his jacket as the paparazzi’s cameras flashed. His manager had promised that it would be a small, intimate party. Clearly their definitions of ‘small’ differed. His bodyguard, Kangin, stepped in front of him and bodily pushed his way through the crowd, Ryeowook following in his wake and skillfully tuning out their shouted questions.
The room was sparkling-chandeliers, jewelry, clothing all catching the light and threatening to give the small singer a headache. He moved through the crowd, smiling and bowing professionally as he searched for his manager or, barring that, the president of his agency. The first was nowhere to be found, but the second was standing off to the side with a man Ryeowook didn’t recognize.
“Ah, Ryeowook!” President Ahn said jovially, causing the man Ryeowook hadn’t recognized to turn around. Ryeowook’s steps faltered and his eyes widened slightly as he took in the man’s handsome features, but then he rallied, coming to a halt and bowing to the president. “This is a new recruit of ours,” President Ahn said, and Ryeowook bowed perfunctorily before fixing a small frown on the President.
“President, I was told this would be a small celebration.”
President Ahn smiled and took a sip of champagne. “Ah, but Ryeowook, you’re an idol! You should know better than that. Anyway, this is Kim Jongwoon. We’re debuting him as another solo artist and we’d like you two to do a series of duets together.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jongwoon said, bowing. His deep clear voice sent shivers down Ryeowook’s spine. He bowed hurriedly.
“I’m Kim Ryeowook. I look forward to working with you.” With a start, the picky singer realized that it was true.
-
Working with Kim Jongwoon was absolute torture. Not only did his voice make Ryeowook want to melt, but he was quiet and adorably clumsy in his interactions. Ryeowook could already see how he would be wildly popular.
And he really, really wanted to do him. Which kind of made the small singer want to punch something.
It was only natural, he tried to console himself. They were together for hours at a time, rehearsing and arranging and recording-it had been decided that they would put out a full mini-album together. It was natural for there to be a little tension where there was no time for them to blow it off elsewhere. It was still extremely unprofessional, and Ryeowook hated it. He was never any less than his best, and Jongwoon with his dark intent eyes and velvet voice was making him feel something very close to off-balance.
When Ryeowook woke from four hours of sleep with sweat-sticky sheets and a persistent erection that refused to go away, he knew something had to be done. Nothing-nothing-got in the way of an idol and his sleep.
So on the last day of recording, after they had finished up and thanked the staff, Ryeowook dragged Jongwoon into an empty practice room and locked the door.
“Er…Ryeowook-sshi, what-?” Jongwoon asked, but was cut off as Ryeowook pressed up against him, kissing him wildly.
“Been wanting this for so long,” he moaned, frantically unbuttoning Jongwoon’s shirt. “God, you drive me crazy.”
Strong hands fastened themselves onto his hips, and Jongwoon pushed him back, back, until his back hit the wall. “Crazy, huh?” Jongwoon murmured, eyes like dark tunnels swallowing Ryeowook up. “I suppose it’s payback for all the trouble you’ve given me ever since you debuted.”
In moments he had his hand down the shorter singer’s pants, and Ryeowook gasped and bucked wildly, throwing his head back and moaning loudly. Thank god these rooms are soundproof, he thought dimly.
“Down,” Jongwoon rasped, pressing on Ryeowook’s shoulders. “Suck me off.”
Ryeowook was happy to oblige, sinking to his knees and pressing his face against Jongwoon’s heavy cock. It had been a long time since he’d done this, but Jongwoon didn’t seem to mind, if the cursing from above was any indication. Ryeowook closed his eyes and lost himself to the feel of a cock filling his mouth again.
Before he could come, Jongwoon yanked Ryeowook off of him and pulled him back up, pressing his face into the wall. Prep was hurried and insufficient, but Ryeowook didn’t care, almost screaming as Jongwoon pressed deep inside him.
This is going to be the best work relationship ever, he though dazedly as Jongwoon pounded deeper and deeper into his body. I can’t wait.
ENTRY #6
Improvising
Hyukjae/Sungmin
warning: A bit of cross dressing
Sungmin is pretty; the type that makes everyone imagine themselves as whoever has their hand in his hair and cock down his throat. He’s made his living begging for more and perfecting the bedroom eyes that has earned him the title of the most downloaded man five years running. Some people have a thing for his mouth, some for his eyes. Hyukjae has a thing for the curve of his back and words he whispers when the cameras have stopped rolling.
“You’ll catch flies like that,” Sungmin laughs as Hyukjae watches him pull the sheer black material up his legs, mouth gaping as if he’s never seen anything like it before. “What did you think something called ‘Personal Maid’ was going to involve?”
“I… Right. I suppose I’ve fucked you wearing stranger things before.” Hyukjae answers with a laugh, tying Sungmin’s apron behind him and taking a moment to appreciate the curve of the shorter man’s bare ass.
“I do recall you mentioning something about your penchant for lace panties at one point.” Sungmin practically purrs, flashing Hyukjae a devious grin and picking something up from the dressing table in front of them. Hyukjae has to will away the erection he isn’t supposed to have yet when he realizes it’s the same pair Sungmin was wearing when he had him bent over the back of his sofa on his birthday. It isn’t fair, really.
“You’re playing dirty.” Hyukjae manages to get out, turning away from the other man and taking a deep, steadying breath.
“You know I like getting you worked up, Hyukkie baby.” Sungmin breathes against the shell of his ear, arms slipping around his thin waist. “Make sure you’re nice and rough with me today. They’re giving you your pick of toys, and I know you won’t disappoint me.”
Hyukjae shivers when Sungmin’s heat leaves his body and spends his time gnawing his lower lip until the cameras start rolling and he’s got Sungmin bent over a polished mahogany desk.
“I- I’m sorry sir. I promise it won’t happen again.” Sungmin whimpers, perfect ass reddening and wiggling back and forth below Hyukjae’s hands. Even if it’s his job, Hyukjae knows the pleading, lustful look in his eyes isn’t just for show.
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much,” Hyukjae chuckles darkly, keeping the eye roll to himself from the clichéd dialogue. Another whine leaves Sungmin’s mouth and Hyukjae can’t help the aggressive streak that takes over as he yanks the lace panties down and exposes Sungmin completely before pushing two slick fingers into him. He knows he’s ignoring the script completely, but the hell he knows he’ll catch from the director later is going to be worth it. “This is what you wanted from the beginning, isn’t it? Kinky little bitch.”
Sungmin shudders at the tone Hyukjae’s voice has taken on and almost forgets the cameras surrounding them.
“You want me to fuck you? Make you scream until everyone knows how much you love my cock?” Hyukjae says just loud enough for the camera to catch it. “Or maybe I should put that pretty little mouth to good use, hmm?”
Sungmin doesn’t even have a chance to respond as Hyukjae pushes a small egg vibrator into him without warning and gets his other hand into Sungmin’s pretty blond hair, yanking his head back and sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of Sungmin’s neck. Hyukjae has always known exactly what he likes, and the tight grip he has on his hair as he turns him around and shoves him to his knees nearly has Sungmin coming on the spot.
Hyukjae’s silk robe falls from his slender frame and Sungmin licks his lips, salivating at the sight that meets him. He knows that working Hyukjae up always ends well for him, and the perfect curve of the other man’s cock bobbing against the flat pane of his stomach has Sungmin gripping Hyukjae’s hips and swallowing him whole before Hyukjae has a chance to tell him to. He almost looks startled, but a moan rumbles through him and his fingers grip Sungmin’s hair all over again, no hesitation in the way he starts to push himself between those perfect lips.
Some things are better without a script.
ENTRY #7
What kind of movie are you filming, actually ?
Hyukjae/Donghae
Warning: Teenagers (17-19 years old)
"Hey, you’re Eunhyuk right ?" Lee Donghae asked politely, while poking his head in my dressing room.
I nodded. Speechless by Donghae’s friendly side.
What I expected from a child actor, like Lee Donghae, is to meet a spoiled and pretentious brat.
"Good morning, I am Lee Donghae and we will be working together for the next 3 months." We were only two years apart but I could feel that even though I was supposed to be his hyung, he was my sunbae. He started acting when he was 10 and after seven years in the business, Donghae-sunbae knew what acting really meant.
On the contrary, I was only a dancer scouted in the streets few months ago for modeling ; and then, I ended here. I was only supposed to make a cameo in Donghae sunbae new movie but the director liked me so much that he decided to put me on the front.
"… I know who you are…" I said in a very low voice before covering my mouth. Urgh, I talked too fast. "Sorry… I didn’t mean to… hum,"
"It’s okay." Donghae laughed, not taking offense of my own rudeness. "You’re forgiven," he whispered before kissing me on the cheek.
Startled by stranger lips on my face, my brain stopped working for few seconds.
"You s-s-shouldn’t kiss strangers o-o-out of blue, like th-this." I told him awkwardly after pulling myself together.
"You’re not a stranger, you’re my co-actor and by the way," Donghae-sunbae stopped talking. His eyes were so shiny, I was wondering if he was going to cry. I couldn’t clearly distinguish the glint of sensuality until his hands sidled under my shirt. My heart started to beat faster while my blood rushed through my whole body, reddening my face and hardening my sensitive parts. "We’re going to do way more than an innocent kiss in this movie, so it’s okay, right?"
Donghae sunbae had to tiptoe a little to reach my lips. He kissed me for the second time today, except that this time, I wouldn’t let him go. My body was screaming and craving for something I hadn’t done for ages.
I moved my lips with his when his hands unzipped my pants and sneaked in my boxers. Breathing loudly in surprise, I felt my legs weakened from excitation. Donghae sunbae must have guessed I was on the edge of giving out because he pushed me on the sofa and forced me to sit down.
"Let me."
"Oh my god," I breathed between my teeth at the very moment when Donghae kneeled down and worked on my crotch as if he did it all his life… did he? His fingers were playing with my balls and my length while his mouth was dangerously close to my dick. He kissed it, making me whimper. He looked up and grinned at me with playful eyes.
Do not, I prayed. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. Stop.
Something wet was working around my dick and after only few seconds, I ca--…
"Ah!" Donghae sunbae suddenly raised up to pick up his phone vibrating in his pocket. "Yes? Oh yes Cho Kyuhyun-ssi! Yes, I’m on the set right now, thank you for the flo--" He disappeared after closing the door of the dressing room.
"This asshole…" I swore before dashing out in the bathroom, thinking of future punishment.