awareness [choose your own adventure option 1]
Eunhyuk/Tablo (Super Junior/Epik High)
PG-13. For such an original title.
todefinebeauty says (11:33 PM):
awk confused makeouts @ㅂ@ i liiiieeeek
wobaozhewo says (11:42 PM):
kekekkee
wobaozhewo says (11:45 PM):
great
lol
i really want.
it.
now.
hm
dilemma.
...'cause I too easy. :3 sigh. A possible continuation of Awareness. Which I just posted. :| written in two hours and not reread so likely awkward flow etc. Also, it's perhaps been so long that I no longer know how making out works. Er, sorry. + not really very awkward or confused...
Eunhyuk made his way over to the fridge, pulling the door open and staring blankly at the bottles inside, tapping his fingers against the top of the open door and, like he'd been doing for the past couple of weeks, trying desperately to ignore Tablo's presence in the kitchen with him.
"What do you, uh, what would you like to have?" He cleared his throat. "Orange juice?"
What did rappers normally drink, anyway? What did Tablo normally order when they went out to eat? "Um. Beer?" He eyed Kangin's soju and thought about painful noogies. His eyes slid over to the bottled milk. "Milk?" He cringed at himself, before he heard the soft sounds of footfalls against the kitchen lino. Coming towards him. Tablo, coming towards him.
He spun around a little too rapidly, thrusting an elbow into the soda bottles lining the refrigerator door and knocking several of them over. As he scrambled to set them right, a hand reached down and landed on top of his.
Eunhyuk's eyes widened and his head shot up, hitting the freezer door.
"Shit - ow." He squinted up at Tablo, who was looking down at him in bemusement, and felt a little part of him die inside. Their hands were still touching. "Um. I'm okay. It's okay, I - they're okay."
"Right." Tablo withdrew his hand, and moved back to lean against the kitchen counter beside the fridge. Eunhyuk's gaze flickered to the casual cross of his legs and he swallowed, eyes back on the bottles, which were now perfectly in line. He straightened up, closing the fridge door, and turned to face Tablo again.
Tablo was looking at him - an action that in itself wasn't exactly strange - but there was something in his gaze that made Eunhyuk shift uncomfortably, straightening his shirt. He needed to do something with his hands. Like drink something. Shit, he was supposed to have gotten Tablo a drink.
"Shit, I was supposed to get you a drink - " He moved back towards the fridge, but Tablo waved a hand at him, grinning.
"S'okay. God knows what that fridge will do to you if you get too close to it again." Eunhyuk felt his stomach plummet to his toes. God, he was such a dork.
"Did you want anything else, then?"
That strange look came over Tablo's face again. It was something about his eyes, and the tilt of his smile. "Actually," he said, moving closer, "I was wondering something, Eunhyukkie."
Eunhyuk swallowed again, gaze flitting from Tablo's eyes to his mouth and skittering over the line of his shoulders in his jacket. "Yeah?"
Tablo seemed to hesitate, then, before the line of his mouth firmed and he reached out and lightly set a hand on Eunhyuk's shoulder. Eunhyuk immediately tensed, senses alert. Tablo was closer than he'd previously judged - Eunhyuk could hear him swallow - and he had a mild panic attack, considering the ways he could shake off his hand without offending him.
Before he could do anything, however, Tablo had moved, his other hand suddenly sliding against the back of head and into his hair and then -
His first thought was that the lights had gone off, but then he realized his eyes had slammed shut and Tablo was kissing him. Tablo was kissing him, and he didn't know where to put his hands. They were frozen at his sides. Should he put them around Tablo's neck? Was that too girly? Tablo was a bit shorter than him, too. Around his waist? Would Tablo feel demasculinized?
Tablo made a quiet, confused sort of noise, at which point Eunhyuk realized that his lips were probably doing an amazing imitation of a dead fish, and Tablo had his lips pressed against Eunhyuk's mouth and his body was definitely much closer than it had ever been before. A frisson of heat ran through his body and he responded eagerly, pressing himself closer, hands finally coming up to grip the front of Tablo's jacket.
Then Tablo opened his mouth, and he felt his tongue against his lips and a firm hand at the back of his thigh pulling him closer and half his brain shut down.
His thigh was now wedged between Tablo's legs, and Tablo's - Tablo's tongue was in his mouth. It really - it really should've been gross but their tongues battling and the rough noise that Tablo made when Eunhyuk accidentally bit Tablo's bottom lip sent heat pulsating through his entire body. He pressed himself closer against Tablo's thigh, a tiny moan escaping him, and Tablo made a sudden noise of surprise.
Oh shit, Eunhyuk thought, and tore himself away, backing up towards the fridge. His brain felt muddled, his limbs tight with tension, and his skin was tingling from Tablo's hands wandering over the fabric of his shirt. Tablo himself was slumped against the counter, looking rumpled and well-kissed and entirely confused.
"Oh God, hyungnim, I'm so sorry - " He ran a trembling hand through his mussed hair and licked his lips. "I don't know what - I mean - "
He didn't get a chance to finish his apology before he felt himself being slammed against the fridge and heard a low, "I kissed you first." Tablo's hand came up to cradle Eunhyuk's face gently, a stark contrast to the manhandling, and his eyes were dark when their gazes connected. Eunhyuk's body was one tense line, muscles pulled taut with restraint, but as Tablo's hand slid to his jaw and curved against his ear, his expression softening as his eyes tracked across Eunhyuk's face, he sighed, letting the tension drain from his body.
Tablo smiled, teeth just showing, and he dipped his head to press kisses to Eunhyuk's jaw and neck. His lips pulled at the skin softly enough to not leave a bruise, and Eunhyuk groaned, hands roving over Tablo's back, tugging at his jacket and sliding under his worn t-shirt to come into contact with warm skin. Tablo made the same rough sound again, one that sounded as though it came from deep in his throat, and Eunhyuk felt the sharp press of teeth against his collarbone. He shivered, a smile touching his lips.
"Hyungnim, I - I don't think it's the fridge I have to worry about."
Tablo scraped his teeth up the column of Eunhyuk's neck, the action eliciting a moan, and Eunhyuk could feel the satisfied grin uncurling against the skin of his neck even as he slid his own hands up Tablo's back.
"Good," Tablo murmured, "because I'm feeling pretty fond of this fridge right now." He was grinning when he raised his head, and Eunhyuk found himself doing the same when both of their mouths met in a lazy, heated kiss.
PG-13. For such an original title.
todefinebeauty says (11:33 PM):
awk confused makeouts @ㅂ@ i liiiieeeek
wobaozhewo says (11:42 PM):
kekekkee
wobaozhewo says (11:45 PM):
great
lol
i really want.
it.
now.
hm
dilemma.
...'cause I too easy. :3 sigh. A possible continuation of Awareness. Which I just posted. :| written in two hours and not reread so likely awkward flow etc. Also, it's perhaps been so long that I no longer know how making out works. Er, sorry. + not really very awkward or confused...
Eunhyuk made his way over to the fridge, pulling the door open and staring blankly at the bottles inside, tapping his fingers against the top of the open door and, like he'd been doing for the past couple of weeks, trying desperately to ignore Tablo's presence in the kitchen with him.
"What do you, uh, what would you like to have?" He cleared his throat. "Orange juice?"
What did rappers normally drink, anyway? What did Tablo normally order when they went out to eat? "Um. Beer?" He eyed Kangin's soju and thought about painful noogies. His eyes slid over to the bottled milk. "Milk?" He cringed at himself, before he heard the soft sounds of footfalls against the kitchen lino. Coming towards him. Tablo, coming towards him.
He spun around a little too rapidly, thrusting an elbow into the soda bottles lining the refrigerator door and knocking several of them over. As he scrambled to set them right, a hand reached down and landed on top of his.
Eunhyuk's eyes widened and his head shot up, hitting the freezer door.
"Shit - ow." He squinted up at Tablo, who was looking down at him in bemusement, and felt a little part of him die inside. Their hands were still touching. "Um. I'm okay. It's okay, I - they're okay."
"Right." Tablo withdrew his hand, and moved back to lean against the kitchen counter beside the fridge. Eunhyuk's gaze flickered to the casual cross of his legs and he swallowed, eyes back on the bottles, which were now perfectly in line. He straightened up, closing the fridge door, and turned to face Tablo again.
Tablo was looking at him - an action that in itself wasn't exactly strange - but there was something in his gaze that made Eunhyuk shift uncomfortably, straightening his shirt. He needed to do something with his hands. Like drink something. Shit, he was supposed to have gotten Tablo a drink.
"Shit, I was supposed to get you a drink - " He moved back towards the fridge, but Tablo waved a hand at him, grinning.
"S'okay. God knows what that fridge will do to you if you get too close to it again." Eunhyuk felt his stomach plummet to his toes. God, he was such a dork.
"Did you want anything else, then?"
That strange look came over Tablo's face again. It was something about his eyes, and the tilt of his smile. "Actually," he said, moving closer, "I was wondering something, Eunhyukkie."
Eunhyuk swallowed again, gaze flitting from Tablo's eyes to his mouth and skittering over the line of his shoulders in his jacket. "Yeah?"
Tablo seemed to hesitate, then, before the line of his mouth firmed and he reached out and lightly set a hand on Eunhyuk's shoulder. Eunhyuk immediately tensed, senses alert. Tablo was closer than he'd previously judged - Eunhyuk could hear him swallow - and he had a mild panic attack, considering the ways he could shake off his hand without offending him.
Before he could do anything, however, Tablo had moved, his other hand suddenly sliding against the back of head and into his hair and then -
His first thought was that the lights had gone off, but then he realized his eyes had slammed shut and Tablo was kissing him. Tablo was kissing him, and he didn't know where to put his hands. They were frozen at his sides. Should he put them around Tablo's neck? Was that too girly? Tablo was a bit shorter than him, too. Around his waist? Would Tablo feel demasculinized?
Tablo made a quiet, confused sort of noise, at which point Eunhyuk realized that his lips were probably doing an amazing imitation of a dead fish, and Tablo had his lips pressed against Eunhyuk's mouth and his body was definitely much closer than it had ever been before. A frisson of heat ran through his body and he responded eagerly, pressing himself closer, hands finally coming up to grip the front of Tablo's jacket.
Then Tablo opened his mouth, and he felt his tongue against his lips and a firm hand at the back of his thigh pulling him closer and half his brain shut down.
His thigh was now wedged between Tablo's legs, and Tablo's - Tablo's tongue was in his mouth. It really - it really should've been gross but their tongues battling and the rough noise that Tablo made when Eunhyuk accidentally bit Tablo's bottom lip sent heat pulsating through his entire body. He pressed himself closer against Tablo's thigh, a tiny moan escaping him, and Tablo made a sudden noise of surprise.
Oh shit, Eunhyuk thought, and tore himself away, backing up towards the fridge. His brain felt muddled, his limbs tight with tension, and his skin was tingling from Tablo's hands wandering over the fabric of his shirt. Tablo himself was slumped against the counter, looking rumpled and well-kissed and entirely confused.
"Oh God, hyungnim, I'm so sorry - " He ran a trembling hand through his mussed hair and licked his lips. "I don't know what - I mean - "
He didn't get a chance to finish his apology before he felt himself being slammed against the fridge and heard a low, "I kissed you first." Tablo's hand came up to cradle Eunhyuk's face gently, a stark contrast to the manhandling, and his eyes were dark when their gazes connected. Eunhyuk's body was one tense line, muscles pulled taut with restraint, but as Tablo's hand slid to his jaw and curved against his ear, his expression softening as his eyes tracked across Eunhyuk's face, he sighed, letting the tension drain from his body.
Tablo smiled, teeth just showing, and he dipped his head to press kisses to Eunhyuk's jaw and neck. His lips pulled at the skin softly enough to not leave a bruise, and Eunhyuk groaned, hands roving over Tablo's back, tugging at his jacket and sliding under his worn t-shirt to come into contact with warm skin. Tablo made the same rough sound again, one that sounded as though it came from deep in his throat, and Eunhyuk felt the sharp press of teeth against his collarbone. He shivered, a smile touching his lips.
"Hyungnim, I - I don't think it's the fridge I have to worry about."
Tablo scraped his teeth up the column of Eunhyuk's neck, the action eliciting a moan, and Eunhyuk could feel the satisfied grin uncurling against the skin of his neck even as he slid his own hands up Tablo's back.
"Good," Tablo murmured, "because I'm feeling pretty fond of this fridge right now." He was grinning when he raised his head, and Eunhyuk found himself doing the same when both of their mouths met in a lazy, heated kiss.