[fic] Back Seat
Title: Back Seat
Pairings: Yongguk x Himchan
Genre: romance
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Yongguk and Himchan just want to talk
A/N: ... No comment, again.
I.
Himchan didn’t even protest-hell, he wasn’t even startled by it-Yongguk stalked toward him, forcing him to walk backwards. He smirked, playful eyes boring into Yongguk’s so obviously lusting ones. Himchan’s sparkling black orbs were somewhat challenging, which made Yongguk continue forward with slow, menacing steps, fists clenched. Himchan had nowhere to go, even if he wanted to escape from the older.
They’d come outside to the dorm’s driveway, into the cool night time air to talk. That’s all it was supposed to be. They were the two oldest, and it was nice to get away from the kids every once in a while. Just them two, the oldest of the group. They should have seen this coming from the beginning, though. Whenever they were alone this happened. The sexual tension was just too great between the forbidden-lovers, which made every meeting all the more thrilling.
Himchan continued to edge backward with every challenging step Yongguk placed toward him, the smirk ever-present on his mouth. Himchan loved the posture of Yongguk’s shoulders, predatory and hunched, as his own pair of dark eyes burned right through Himchan’s. Soon, though, Himchan ran out of space to back up and only then did Yongguk smirk. He knew he had the younger trapped. Himchan jolted and looked down behind him, confused, when the back of his knees collided with the front bumper of the sleek, black car parked in their driveway; there for emergencies. The glossy hood of the car could have blended in with the night sky, it was so black. He looked back up to Yongguk’s eyes, his pretty mouth driving Yongguk insane as the smirk was replaced with a perfect, pink O.
“Trapped,” Yongguk almost spat in a whisper, inching the last few steps forward until he and Himchan were chest to chest, nose to nose, knee to knee. Both their skin tingled with the burning heat from the other as they fought not to squirm with how agonizing their proximity was, without actual skin-on-skin contact.
The way Yongguk stood just a little taller than Himchan, eyes downcast to stare at the younger provokingly, was almost menacing. If it wasn’t for the fact that the smirk on his supple mouth was growing, anyone looking on might’ve thought the two were fighting.
Himchan could feel Yongguk’s slow, even breath gush out through his nose and ghost against his cheeks and collarbones. The danger of their proximity without touching was beginning to grow too great for Himchan, he knew. Their breathing patterns differed greatly.
Finally, finally, Yongguk reached out with one hand over Himchan’s shoulder and neared him, his face coming alarmingly close to Himchan’s without actually touching him. Yongguk leaned forward with one arm outstretched until he was forcing Himchan back. The younger was still smirking with that shiny glint in his eyes when his shoulder blades and lower back and back of his head collided with the hood of the glossy car with a low ‘thud’. Yongguk planted his hand right beside Himchan’s head and carefully leaned ever closer into his face, knees skillfully planting themselves to the reflective hood of the cool steel; one between Himchan’s thighs that spread willingly, the other near his right hip.
Himchan tried to turn his head away to hide the blush that Yongguk was watching spread across the younger’s skin at how compromising this position was with hungry eyes, but Yongguk seized Himchan’s chin with his free hand and made the younger look at him with a dark smirk.
After a moment of just glancing between each other’s eyes, Himchan pouted and let out a small huff. “Are you going to kiss me? Or did you just pin me to the hood of a car for grins and giggles?”
Yongguk rolled his eyes playfully and leaned in slowly, teasing Himchan even more, but connected their lips in a deep kiss when Himchan squirmed in impatience. Himchan’s hands, that had been loosely resting on either side of his head, fingers curling and uncurling lazily, drifted over Yongguk’s plain, smooth white t-shirt and over rougher leather jacket until his spindly finger found their way into the older’s hair. He pulled Yongguk closer and their lips parted simultaneously as Himchan’s hips canted up into Yongguk’s, anxious for his touch.
II.
Yongguk’s mouth kissed down the center of Himchan’s throat as the younger let out a soft, breathy moan, Yongguk felt the buzz of his voice under his lips through Himchan’s throat and he couldn’t help but mark the skin, sucking and licking and biting and then immediately soothing angry, red skin with his tongue. Himchan mewled through the whole thing, unable to do anything except spread his legs wider, grinding into Yongguk’s massaging thigh.
Yongguk only stopped kissing and marking Himchan’s pale skin lower and lower when the suddenly very burdensome ribbed neck of the younger’s t-shirt hindered his advance. He curled his fingers into the hem of Himchan’s t-shirt and proceeded to hastily tug off the sleeves of his jacket so he could rid him of his shirt, when Himchan’s fingers locked around Yongguk’s wrist. “S-stop,” he whispered, glaring up into Yongguk’s stunned eyes.
Yongguk chuckled, but obeyed begrudgingly. “Why?”
Himchan scoffed and rolled his eyes. “We’re outside, if you haven’t noticed. You can’t just do me out here.”
Yongguk smirked, but leaned in toward Himchan’s ear, sucking on the soft lobe gently and he smiled in satisfaction as Himchan shuddered. “Wouldn’t that be hot, though?” His hand traced back up the front of Himchan’s shirt, swirling against the skin. “Sex, out here. In the open. Free for anyone’s prying eyes to see.Exposed…”
Himchan shuddered again and fought to not just give in to Yongguk’s words that were frankly turning him on even more. The idea was pretty enticing. But, right at that moment, a whole different variety of shiver ran down his spine. “It’s freezing you idiot, fuck me in the back seat…”