loving you is akin to walking two miles on needles
loving you is akin to walking two miles on needles
heechul/hankyung, pg-13, crack, ~560 words
heechul is to blame for everything.
a/n: because giving up hope doesn't mean you have to give up your sense of humor!
Hankyung was shaking his head no. “No. No. No! I’m not doing that-do you know-can you begin to comprehend-the CONSEQUENCES? Because there would be-oh my God, we’d both be fired-we’ll never live it down!”
But Heechul was adamant. He thought of the sad puppies he’d google imaged recently and twisted up his face into a poor imitation of what he supposed they looked like. “But I’m bored! Do it for the African children.”
There would be no African children for Hankyung after this. But this was Heechul, and he’d never been good at taking no for an answer.
Two mornings later Heechul woke up to fifty-five emails and he knew Hankyung had carried out the plan exactly as he’d been told. He sat back, touched his fingertips together, and grinned.
Then he frowned. He was forgetting something.
He clicked open a new tab and changed the background of his cyworld to an appropriately solemn black. There, that ought to do the trick. All he had to do now was wait.
They came slowly at first, and then in waves.
“Hankyung said he was only looking out for his own interest. Heechul turned his head in disbelief and bit down on his lip. Even though Hankyung was no longer supposed to look at the other man, whom he had betrayed, he couldn’t resist this sexy gesture that he knew too well. ‘Oh, Heechul-kins,’ Hankyung murmured, ‘Take me now! One last time before I return to the motherland.- “
“WHAT? ‘TAKE ME-‘ Does that mean-am I--?” Hankyung screeched from behind Heechul’s head, which was too busy bobbing up and down in delight, clicking away at the computer with a vicious sort of glee.
“Yes, it’s Heekyung now. Your glory days are over,” Heechul cackled as he scrolled down the main page of this community-“HeechulxHankyung Fanfiction *~Not for Kiddies~*”
“Oh! Oh, oh, I like this one, listen: Heechul knew he should be mad but for some reason he wasn’t. if anything he was hornier because the fact that Hankyung finally stood up to the company showed that his cock must have increased in size since the last time they* met. Heechul wanted immediately to confirm this and demanded an intimate Skype session at once. He locked his door and- “ Heechul paused. “Author’s note: ‘they’ refers to Heechul and Hankyung’s cock. Sorry for the confusion. God, I love our fans.”
Hankyung scrunched up his face into the angriest expression he’d ever remembered making. “And I hate you. Did you read what Kyuhyun wrote on his blog? Even if this ever dies down, he’ll never forget it. This is the death of SJ-M, Heechul. You’ve killed us.”
Heechul turned his swivel chair around and looked at Hankyung scornfully with an upturned mouth. “I haven’t killed anything. If anything, I’d say you,” he reached over to give Hankyung a squeeze right where it hurt, “are very much alive, Hankyung.”
(It’s only later, when Hankyung collapses onto a breathless Heechul under the sheets, completely and utterly spent, that Heechul whispers thank you into his ear for satisfying his craving for Hanchul porn.
Tomorrow, Hankyung will have to face the world and explain this elaborate hoax, but tonight, he decides, he doesn’t care. He nuzzles his nose against Heechul’s cheek. “You’re welcome, baby.”)
heechul/hankyung, pg-13, crack, ~560 words
heechul is to blame for everything.
a/n: because giving up hope doesn't mean you have to give up your sense of humor!
Hankyung was shaking his head no. “No. No. No! I’m not doing that-do you know-can you begin to comprehend-the CONSEQUENCES? Because there would be-oh my God, we’d both be fired-we’ll never live it down!”
But Heechul was adamant. He thought of the sad puppies he’d google imaged recently and twisted up his face into a poor imitation of what he supposed they looked like. “But I’m bored! Do it for the African children.”
There would be no African children for Hankyung after this. But this was Heechul, and he’d never been good at taking no for an answer.
Two mornings later Heechul woke up to fifty-five emails and he knew Hankyung had carried out the plan exactly as he’d been told. He sat back, touched his fingertips together, and grinned.
Then he frowned. He was forgetting something.
He clicked open a new tab and changed the background of his cyworld to an appropriately solemn black. There, that ought to do the trick. All he had to do now was wait.
They came slowly at first, and then in waves.
“Hankyung said he was only looking out for his own interest. Heechul turned his head in disbelief and bit down on his lip. Even though Hankyung was no longer supposed to look at the other man, whom he had betrayed, he couldn’t resist this sexy gesture that he knew too well. ‘Oh, Heechul-kins,’ Hankyung murmured, ‘Take me now! One last time before I return to the motherland.- “
“WHAT? ‘TAKE ME-‘ Does that mean-am I--?” Hankyung screeched from behind Heechul’s head, which was too busy bobbing up and down in delight, clicking away at the computer with a vicious sort of glee.
“Yes, it’s Heekyung now. Your glory days are over,” Heechul cackled as he scrolled down the main page of this community-“HeechulxHankyung Fanfiction *~Not for Kiddies~*”
“Oh! Oh, oh, I like this one, listen: Heechul knew he should be mad but for some reason he wasn’t. if anything he was hornier because the fact that Hankyung finally stood up to the company showed that his cock must have increased in size since the last time they* met. Heechul wanted immediately to confirm this and demanded an intimate Skype session at once. He locked his door and- “ Heechul paused. “Author’s note: ‘they’ refers to Heechul and Hankyung’s cock. Sorry for the confusion. God, I love our fans.”
Hankyung scrunched up his face into the angriest expression he’d ever remembered making. “And I hate you. Did you read what Kyuhyun wrote on his blog? Even if this ever dies down, he’ll never forget it. This is the death of SJ-M, Heechul. You’ve killed us.”
Heechul turned his swivel chair around and looked at Hankyung scornfully with an upturned mouth. “I haven’t killed anything. If anything, I’d say you,” he reached over to give Hankyung a squeeze right where it hurt, “are very much alive, Hankyung.”
(It’s only later, when Hankyung collapses onto a breathless Heechul under the sheets, completely and utterly spent, that Heechul whispers thank you into his ear for satisfying his craving for Hanchul porn.
Tomorrow, Hankyung will have to face the world and explain this elaborate hoax, but tonight, he decides, he doesn’t care. He nuzzles his nose against Heechul’s cheek. “You’re welcome, baby.”)