Oversight
Title: Oversight
Pairing: Byunghun / Changhyun
Genre: Romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Changhyun didn't mean to do it
A/N: Underaged sexual situations, obviously.
Changhyun didn’t mean to do it. He didn’t mean to reach across Byunghun’s lap during the recording to grab at Chanhee’s hand, his forearm grazing lightly across the fly of Byunghun’s pants. It’s not intentional, the way that same arm drags across the tight denim, and the friction has Byunghun clearing his throat and shifting awkwardly between the other boys.
Changhyun pats his leg with a warm hand, fingers bending into the curve of his thigh and asks if he’s okay, and Byunghun really doesn’t know how to answer that.
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He’s just playing, Byunghun decides a week later, Changhyun leaning against him from behind, a pointed chin digging into his shoulder. His hands are playing at the hem of Byunghun’s shirt, fingering at the small stray threads there while going on about what Minsoo had done a moment ago.
Just playing, Byunghun repeats to himself when cold fingers graze an inch below his navel and his stomach retracts from the sting.
Playing.
The fingers trace abstract patterns against the skin, setting Byunghun’s nerves afire, his stomach turning in knots and there’s an unfamiliar heat pooling just below where Changhyun’s fingers are dancing.
“This shirt is trashed,” Changhyun states absentmindedly, looping a set of threads around his index finger, the nail of it tracing sharply against Byunghun’s hipbone.
“I like it.” The elder manages around something in his throat. He swallows hard when Changhyun laughs, his chest rumbling lightly against his back.
“Me too.” He says simply, hands leaving the tattered hem as he stands up, taking his warmth with him to go see what Niel is doing.
+
He’s just a kid.
Byunghun wakes up two nights later to the warm press of Changhyun’s body against his. His chest rises against Byunghun’s back and this is so far from okay, but Byunghun can’t bring himself to peel the sleeping boy from him. Changhyun’s managed to wedge himself between the cold wall and a warm-and incredibly frustrated-Byunghun without waking him up; which means either Changhyun is capable of being a lot quieter than he lets on, or the dream that left Byunghun’s mind spinning and his arousal tenting his pajama pants was enough to keep him under.
A kid, Byunghun’s mind spits at him when Changhyun shifts behind him and a soft sound resonates in the small space between them. His breath ghosts across the nape of Byunghun’s neck and his conscience is getting a littler quieter, his hands balling into fists as his resolve dissipates.
And then Changhyun’s thigh is rubbing against the back of Byunghun’s own and-
Oh.
It takes more effort than it should have to turn over and face the sleeping boy without moving the mattress enough to wake him up. Changhyun’s soft, his face less bright with lax cheeks, mouth set in a straight line as his shoulders bop up slightly with every breath he takes.
He lets his head fall back onto the pillow when Changhyun stirs again; his face scrunching up in an unattractive way that has Byunghun grinning wider than he thought he could.
He’s cute. Cuter than any dignified 15 year old boy has any right to be, but then again Changhyun isn't exactly imposing, and Byunghun finds himself staring longer than what could be considered even remotely acceptable-and then Changhyun’s eyes open slowly and half-way, little orbs reflecting the light from the window behind them, much too prettily.
Byunghun regrets it the second he does it. His body acts too fast for his mind to process it and his hands are gripping at Changhyun’s shoulders, and pulling him the 3 centimeter distance between them, lips meeting lips.
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They’re awkward. Awkward because neither of the boys have quite figured out the art of pressing their lips together without their nose poking gracelessly at the other’s. Awkward in the way Byunghun is palming at Changhyun’s arousal with a little too much force and the younger boy is wincing and writhing in response.
They’re so, so awkward, but it’s good.
Byunghun moves a little too suddenly against Changhyun, who responds with a heady groan at the hot friction between them. Byunghun’s own experience barely chalks up to a kiss or two behind the big oak tree in his backyard in California, and God knows Changhyun is anything but practiced or learned in even the simplest aspects of this. So Byunghun takes the role of leader and initiates the tentative kisses and shy touches that have them both wanting more.
Their movements hitch for just the moment it takes Byunghun to undo the double-knotted ties at Changhyun’s waistband, and then he’s pulling them down and his eyes are locking on Changhyun’s for the okay that doesn’t really need to be said.
The angle is all wrong, his wrist bent uncomfortably against Changhyun’s lower tummy as he wraps an unsure hand loosely around the boy’s arousal. But the contact is fiery and inconsistent and it leaves Changhyun just a bit breathless. He’s reaching for Byunghun’s pajama pants, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip to keep himself quiet and soon they’re wrapped up in each other, hands working at the other’s erections avidly.
There’s no time to second guess a move, weigh the options of what’s best, because Byunghun is twisting his wrist just so, and Changhyun is coming undone in the space between them, hand tightening around the elder’s arousal and bringing him over unexpectedly.
+
Byunghun props himself up on one elbow an hour later; maneuvering himself around Changhyun’s spent body, because something is screaming at the back of his mind that they really can't be seen like this. But then an arm is swinging around his shoulders and pulling him back down into the warm air surrounding the boy, and there are lips at his ear asking him not to leave, convincing him that everything is perfect, and Byunghun’s heart skips a beat or three and Changhyun definitely did that on purpose.
Pairing: Byunghun / Changhyun
Genre: Romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Changhyun didn't mean to do it
A/N: Underaged sexual situations, obviously.
Changhyun didn’t mean to do it. He didn’t mean to reach across Byunghun’s lap during the recording to grab at Chanhee’s hand, his forearm grazing lightly across the fly of Byunghun’s pants. It’s not intentional, the way that same arm drags across the tight denim, and the friction has Byunghun clearing his throat and shifting awkwardly between the other boys.
Changhyun pats his leg with a warm hand, fingers bending into the curve of his thigh and asks if he’s okay, and Byunghun really doesn’t know how to answer that.
+
He’s just playing, Byunghun decides a week later, Changhyun leaning against him from behind, a pointed chin digging into his shoulder. His hands are playing at the hem of Byunghun’s shirt, fingering at the small stray threads there while going on about what Minsoo had done a moment ago.
Just playing, Byunghun repeats to himself when cold fingers graze an inch below his navel and his stomach retracts from the sting.
Playing.
The fingers trace abstract patterns against the skin, setting Byunghun’s nerves afire, his stomach turning in knots and there’s an unfamiliar heat pooling just below where Changhyun’s fingers are dancing.
“This shirt is trashed,” Changhyun states absentmindedly, looping a set of threads around his index finger, the nail of it tracing sharply against Byunghun’s hipbone.
“I like it.” The elder manages around something in his throat. He swallows hard when Changhyun laughs, his chest rumbling lightly against his back.
“Me too.” He says simply, hands leaving the tattered hem as he stands up, taking his warmth with him to go see what Niel is doing.
+
He’s just a kid.
Byunghun wakes up two nights later to the warm press of Changhyun’s body against his. His chest rises against Byunghun’s back and this is so far from okay, but Byunghun can’t bring himself to peel the sleeping boy from him. Changhyun’s managed to wedge himself between the cold wall and a warm-and incredibly frustrated-Byunghun without waking him up; which means either Changhyun is capable of being a lot quieter than he lets on, or the dream that left Byunghun’s mind spinning and his arousal tenting his pajama pants was enough to keep him under.
A kid, Byunghun’s mind spits at him when Changhyun shifts behind him and a soft sound resonates in the small space between them. His breath ghosts across the nape of Byunghun’s neck and his conscience is getting a littler quieter, his hands balling into fists as his resolve dissipates.
And then Changhyun’s thigh is rubbing against the back of Byunghun’s own and-
Oh.
It takes more effort than it should have to turn over and face the sleeping boy without moving the mattress enough to wake him up. Changhyun’s soft, his face less bright with lax cheeks, mouth set in a straight line as his shoulders bop up slightly with every breath he takes.
He lets his head fall back onto the pillow when Changhyun stirs again; his face scrunching up in an unattractive way that has Byunghun grinning wider than he thought he could.
He’s cute. Cuter than any dignified 15 year old boy has any right to be, but then again Changhyun isn't exactly imposing, and Byunghun finds himself staring longer than what could be considered even remotely acceptable-and then Changhyun’s eyes open slowly and half-way, little orbs reflecting the light from the window behind them, much too prettily.
Byunghun regrets it the second he does it. His body acts too fast for his mind to process it and his hands are gripping at Changhyun’s shoulders, and pulling him the 3 centimeter distance between them, lips meeting lips.
+
They’re awkward. Awkward because neither of the boys have quite figured out the art of pressing their lips together without their nose poking gracelessly at the other’s. Awkward in the way Byunghun is palming at Changhyun’s arousal with a little too much force and the younger boy is wincing and writhing in response.
They’re so, so awkward, but it’s good.
Byunghun moves a little too suddenly against Changhyun, who responds with a heady groan at the hot friction between them. Byunghun’s own experience barely chalks up to a kiss or two behind the big oak tree in his backyard in California, and God knows Changhyun is anything but practiced or learned in even the simplest aspects of this. So Byunghun takes the role of leader and initiates the tentative kisses and shy touches that have them both wanting more.
Their movements hitch for just the moment it takes Byunghun to undo the double-knotted ties at Changhyun’s waistband, and then he’s pulling them down and his eyes are locking on Changhyun’s for the okay that doesn’t really need to be said.
The angle is all wrong, his wrist bent uncomfortably against Changhyun’s lower tummy as he wraps an unsure hand loosely around the boy’s arousal. But the contact is fiery and inconsistent and it leaves Changhyun just a bit breathless. He’s reaching for Byunghun’s pajama pants, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip to keep himself quiet and soon they’re wrapped up in each other, hands working at the other’s erections avidly.
There’s no time to second guess a move, weigh the options of what’s best, because Byunghun is twisting his wrist just so, and Changhyun is coming undone in the space between them, hand tightening around the elder’s arousal and bringing him over unexpectedly.
+
Byunghun props himself up on one elbow an hour later; maneuvering himself around Changhyun’s spent body, because something is screaming at the back of his mind that they really can't be seen like this. But then an arm is swinging around his shoulders and pulling him back down into the warm air surrounding the boy, and there are lips at his ear asking him not to leave, convincing him that everything is perfect, and Byunghun’s heart skips a beat or three and Changhyun definitely did that on purpose.