coming clean (feeling dirty) (eunhyuk/siwon)

[warmboys]

Fandom: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Eunhyuk/Siwon
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and innuendo
Word Count: ~900
Summary: Boys pee in the bathroom with the door open.
A/N: college AU again. because these boys live out my life in a much more interesting fashion than i do.



coming clean (feeling dirty)

Living in a suite across the hallway from a bunch of jocks wasn’t exactly how Eunhyuk imagined spending his junior year at college. The bathroom mirror was always lined with deodorant and, less predictably, acne medication. He had no place to put a damn toothbrush, forced to carry all his toiletries in a little pink basket to the bathroom each time instead. Junsu made fun of the pink every time (“Off to see grandma, Little Red Riding Hood?” he cackled from the couch) but it was a hand-me-down from his sister. Even if it meant casting away his last shreds of masculinity, he was determined to uphold the family tradition of thrift.

On one such trip to the bathroom, clad in nothing but a white towel tied around his waist, he was about to unload his shower items into the stall when he heard a light trickling sound from behind him. Someone was taking a piss, and it definitely wasn’t Junsu. He knew all of Junsu’s sounds.

He looked over his shoulder to see a six-foot giant in one of the toilet cubicles, door open, his naked back towards Eunhyuk. The giant had a thick head of blue-black hair and a sea of rippling back muscles, glistening in droplets of sweat illuminated under the florescent lighting. He must’ve just come back from basketball practice or some other visceral testosterone-filled activity involving inserting objects into holes.

The giant finished, flushed, and turned around to meet Eunhyuk’s embarrassed gaze with a cool stare. “Hey,” he said smoothly.

“H-hey,” Eunhyuk croaked back. He was fully aware of his own, less unimpressive half-nakedness now, as well as the fact that the towel was becoming a bit constricting. In a moment of insanity, he looked down at himself to find it protruding in the front, like he had developed a cancerous lump on one of his inner thighs in the past two minutes.

The giant followed his line of vision and his eyes stopped where Eunhyuk’s hands were now daintily folded together, united in the act of covering. He broke into a slow smile, revealing a set of perfectly even teeth and two symmetrical dimples. Suddenly he was transformed from the nameless giant-jock to the giant-jock-he-wanted-to-do-nameless-things-to.

“You have pretty hands,” the giant said, running his own under the faucet. “Can I see them?”

Eunhyuk quickly unclasped his fingers and let them dangle below his hips. But that was too awkward, so he relocated them behind his back instead. “What?”

The giant turned off the water and wiped his hands on a towel previously swung over his ginormous hairless back. “I have this thing,” he explained, moving closer. “I love looking at them.”

Eunhyuk found himself backing into the shower stall. “Why don’t you, uh, look at your own?”

The giant laughed as he took another couple steps forward. “You’re funny.”

He hadn’t been joking. He desperately needed to take a shower. No one was supposed to know, but he had already missed two. Three consecutive days of not showering and Junsu was definitely going to notice. Not that he thought he really smelled or anything. Except he’d noticed girls silently inching away from him when he sat down in classrooms; some even changed their seats to sit at an unreasonable distance away. At first he wasn’t sure what was going on, but then Shindong came up to him after class and said, “You smell like fish soup gone bad in the fridge.” You knew when Shindong started making unflattering food metaphors.

But the giant was still approaching, and now Eunhyuk was looking straight into his neck, the bobbing protrusion of his adam’s apple as he swallowed and wetted his lips.

In a quick motion he grabbed Eunhyuk’s arm from behind his back and brought it above the shorter boy’s head. His fingers slid down the pale, goosebumped skin until they reached the wrist, at which point Siwon raised his other hand and held Eunhyuk’s in both of his own. He brought it close to his face and gently rubbed over the palm lines with his large thumbs. Eunhyuk worried that this hand examination would end with him losing all five digits and having to order a roboclaw on eBay. Roboclaws were expensive.

As if on cue: “It says here that you’ll have a prosperous life and make lots of money,” the giant said slowly, breathing his words into Eunhyuk’s face. Despite the open windows and the chill of mid-September weather, Eunhyuk was sweating bullets around the forehead and armpit areas. If the giant moved any closer, he would no longer be able to hide his erection. Speaking of which, he needed to resolve that right now.

Yet he was paralyzed in this precarious position, one foot inside the stall and one foot still slippered. The giant continued to trace lines over his palm with a pensive expression, wrinkles appearing on his forehead. “This one here says…” he leaned over to whisper in Eunhyuk’s ear, eyes twinkling.

“You need to develop new sanitary habits.”

With that he let go of Eunhyuk’s hand and swaggered out of the bathroom, the door slamming loudly behind him. Eunhyuk fell against the tiled wall and quickly stripped his towel. He turned on the water and let it run over his naked body, let his hands and mind wander.

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i've been meaning to write this for a while, and some of you might have an inkling why 8D