Cyan Blue
Title: Cyan Blue
Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Word count: 1581
Summary: Sehun decided that he doesn't like cyan blue underwear.
He didn’t normally get angry very easily although he often did look it. He didn’t often get jealous either, which is good considering the fact that his boyfriend was probably one of the most touchy-feely, let-me-invade-your-personal-space-and-whisper-into-your-ear-even-if-we’re-only-talking-about-what-we’re-having-for-dinner person he has ever met.
But there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed.
It had been a gift from a photoshoot- one of twelve complementary undergarments from Calvin Klein’s new line. Kai had come home yelling for everyone to take one so he didn’t have to lug the box around and Lu Han had taken one randomly because he was happy to receive anything given to him and was much too polite to turn anyone down, which explained why he was always one of the last to return to the van heading home, carrying gifts fans had thrust in his direction that were about to fall out of his slim arms despite the harsh admonishment of their managers sure to follow afterwards. Sehun didn’t really think anything of it; even though Lu Han happily accepted everything, he didn’t always use it. (Such was the case with a frilly plaid dress shirt Yixing insisted was Japanese style that he had given as a birthday present. It still remained, in its wrapping, in the very back of Lu Han’s dresser. It didn’t matter though because Yixing had probably long since forgotten its existence.)
Sehun nearly forgot about it until breakfast a few days later. He was slumped against the table, waiting for Kyungsoo to fix breakfast when Lu Han shuffled in, looking adorable in his half-conscious state. The older man smiled at him sleepily and yawned, stretching his arms upwards to release the tension in his muscles and causing his shirt to ride up, revealing a hint of bright blue against the alabaster of his smooth abdomen.
Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have bothered him because, hey- free stuff! But he had seen Kai choose the same cyan-coloured garment from the box, because there were only so many colours available in the selection, and the fact that his boyfriend and his best friend shared identical clothes, especially something as intimate as underpants, just bothered him.
Lu Han sat down next to him and imitated his posture, head turned towards Sehun as it nested on arms crossed on the tabletop. “Morning.”
“Good morning.” They exchanged smiles and Lu Han buried his head into his arms, eager to revisit dreamland in the few minutes before breakfast began and the kitchen became crowded with hungry young men. Sehun watched him snooze peacefully then frowned when he once again caught a glimpse of the offending blue garment where the shirt rode up due to his posture.
“Hyung…” Sehun inched his seat closer, keeping an eye on Kyungsoo’s back to make sure that the other wasn’t watching. Lu Han grunted sleepily, unmoving on the table surface. Sehun persisted, planting his head close to Lu Han’s, chin resting on the tabletop as his hand traced a line from Lu Han’s knee to the very edge of the blue fabric. “Hyung.” Lu Han squirmed.
The older male tilted his head just enough to peek over his arm to stare at Sehun, eyes suddenly wide open in alarm. “What are you doing?” He hissed, breath hitching when Sehun grazed the boundary of his underwear with a fingernail, slowly and deliberately.
“Why,” Sehun enunciated, fingering the elastic band almost absentmindedly, “are you wearing this?”
His boyfriend’s eyes narrowed questioningly. It wasn’t like the younger man to interrogate him for his choice of clothes much less undergarments. And, really, why would he care when clothes were often considered obstructions in the younger’s eyes during their time alone together? But today, Kyungsoo was very much within hearing and seeing range and the way the younger man was playing with the garter of his underwear, making Lu Han’s mind wander to inappropriate territory with every brush of his fingers against his skin, was just really unfair. “Is there something wrong with it?” Lu Han mentally rebuked himself for the breathy quality of his voice.
Sehun leaned into his ear, breath tickling his ear and his hormones, and whispered firmly, “don’t wear it anymore. Or else.” He drew his hand away so that the elastic snapped against his skin and caused him to squeak.
Before Lu Han could utter a word, Sehun pulled away, assuming his former position, facial expression depicting boredom though the ghost of a smirk played on his lips, as if the redness of the other’s face had not been caused by him, and the rest of their band mates trickled into the room, lured in by the smell of breakfast.
-
Weeks passed and the incident faded into a blurry memory. Sehun had been quite happy of late due to EXO-M’s return and a measly piece of blue underclothing wasn’t going to dampen his spirits.
Or so he thought until photos and videos from the day’s activity, namely a fansign event for EXO-M, flooded the internet, draining his happy feelings with a click of a button.
Staring at him from the screen of his laptop was that darned underwear, flashing its cyan blue glory for all to see as Lu Han stretched his arm above his head to create a stupid heart shape with Minseok. The belt resting low on Lu Han’s hips, refusing to hide the offensive garment from view, seemed to taunt him as the buckle glinted in the sunlight, mirroring the happy glow in Lu Han’s smiling face. To say that Sehun was displeased would be an understatement.
The moment the members of their Chinese counterpart returned home, tired but cheerful from the event’s success, Sehun pushed past the members, neglecting to greet the others as he reached for the honey-haired vocalist and dragged him to the nearest room, namely the kitchen, with everyone’s questioning gazes trailing behind them.
“What are you doing?” Lu Han hissed, alarmed at the younger’s sudden actions and all too aware of the rest of their group’s presence behind the closed door. The bite in his rebuke was drowned out, however, by a groan that was extracted from his throat when Sehun pushed him against the counter and ground their hips together.
“Teaching you a lesson.” Sehun replied as he gripped the other’s waist, tracing circles over his hipbone with his thumb, and pasted wet kisses along the smooth line of Lu Han’s neck, stopping only to dip his tongue on his clavicle.
Lu Han clung onto him weakly, unable to stop the sudden assault on his senses. “W-what are you talking about?”
“I thought I told you not to wear this anymore.” The younger male stated offhandedly, accentuating his speech by ghosting nimble fingers along the waistband. Lu Han shivered beneath his touch. “And who told you to get that friendly with Minseok-hyung?”
“Are you… jealous?”
Instead of replying, Sehun chose to bite down on the exposed flesh of the older man’s neck and slip his hands into his shirt to drag dull nails over silky, porcelain skin, making his lover whimper helplessly against his shoulder. Fingers traced over the arcs of his shoulder blades before gliding down his spine teasingly and slipping just into the band of blue to caress the warm flesh along his hips. Lu Han’s head snapped back at the sensation and moaned when their hips met again with a jolt of delicious friction.
“St-stop!” The older man whined desperately, feebly gripping the fabric of Sehun’s shirt though making no attempt to push the other away. Instead, half-lidded eyes and warm breaths against Sehun’s neck seemed to encourage the stimulation; the quiet whimpers escaping pink lips sounding as seductively tempting as a siren’s song.
His lover smirked at his handiwork before nuzzling the sensitive skin beneath the other’s ear. “No.” He silenced the oncoming protests by sucking on the heated skin, leaving Lu Han in a writhing mess and a visible mark of ownership that made Sehun grin with pride. He leaned back in to growl lowly into his boyfriend’s ear, “you are mine, don’t you ever forget that.”
Before the other could respond, the door swung open, revealing Kyungsoo on his way to prepare dinner. Upon seeing them, his eyes enlarged and his jaw fell open in flustered shock. “What are you doing?! I cook there!”
The intrusion seemed to return the strength in Lu Han’s limbs. He hastily pushed the younger man away from him despite the objection of his body and scrambled as far away from the other as possible. But, as he pushed past Sehun, a low whisper followed him, sending shivers down his spine.
“This isn’t over yet, hyung.”
-
Days later, Sehun was grinning unabashedly at crowds of screaming fans, eagerly waving his arms in the air at them which only served to increase their fervent cheers by a tenfold. When he looped his arm just a little possessively around the fair-haired man beside him, pulling him away from an oblivious baozi, their yells rose to deafening levels. The whole thing plus the faint rouge colouring Lu Han’s cheeks when his fingers crept along the other’s hips to hold him close to his frame, intentionally marking the path of his underwear hidden beneath the material of his clothes, made Sehun’s smile widen.
He leaned into the smaller man, eyes twinkling playfully as he whispered, “So hyung… I couldn’t find my gray boxers this morning... Care to tell me where they are?” The expression on Lu Han’s face was priceless.
AN:
It's been a while! My internet was being mean to me. /sobs
Anyway... this was... weird. I started writing it before Night and Day then I got distracted by that fic when the idea popped into my head so this one kind of lay unfinished for a while. Which is why it seems a bit... off? I don't really know... :/
(And, yeah, this is probably the closest I can get to NC-17. XD)
The next fic will probably be a bit different from what I've been writing so far. I'm not really sure what the end product will be but yay for challenging myself! (Don't get your expectations too high though.)
Pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Word count: 1581
Summary: Sehun decided that he doesn't like cyan blue underwear.
He didn’t normally get angry very easily although he often did look it. He didn’t often get jealous either, which is good considering the fact that his boyfriend was probably one of the most touchy-feely, let-me-invade-your-personal-space-and-whisper-into-your-ear-even-if-we’re-only-talking-about-what-we’re-having-for-dinner person he has ever met.
But there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed.
It had been a gift from a photoshoot- one of twelve complementary undergarments from Calvin Klein’s new line. Kai had come home yelling for everyone to take one so he didn’t have to lug the box around and Lu Han had taken one randomly because he was happy to receive anything given to him and was much too polite to turn anyone down, which explained why he was always one of the last to return to the van heading home, carrying gifts fans had thrust in his direction that were about to fall out of his slim arms despite the harsh admonishment of their managers sure to follow afterwards. Sehun didn’t really think anything of it; even though Lu Han happily accepted everything, he didn’t always use it. (Such was the case with a frilly plaid dress shirt Yixing insisted was Japanese style that he had given as a birthday present. It still remained, in its wrapping, in the very back of Lu Han’s dresser. It didn’t matter though because Yixing had probably long since forgotten its existence.)
Sehun nearly forgot about it until breakfast a few days later. He was slumped against the table, waiting for Kyungsoo to fix breakfast when Lu Han shuffled in, looking adorable in his half-conscious state. The older man smiled at him sleepily and yawned, stretching his arms upwards to release the tension in his muscles and causing his shirt to ride up, revealing a hint of bright blue against the alabaster of his smooth abdomen.
Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have bothered him because, hey- free stuff! But he had seen Kai choose the same cyan-coloured garment from the box, because there were only so many colours available in the selection, and the fact that his boyfriend and his best friend shared identical clothes, especially something as intimate as underpants, just bothered him.
Lu Han sat down next to him and imitated his posture, head turned towards Sehun as it nested on arms crossed on the tabletop. “Morning.”
“Good morning.” They exchanged smiles and Lu Han buried his head into his arms, eager to revisit dreamland in the few minutes before breakfast began and the kitchen became crowded with hungry young men. Sehun watched him snooze peacefully then frowned when he once again caught a glimpse of the offending blue garment where the shirt rode up due to his posture.
“Hyung…” Sehun inched his seat closer, keeping an eye on Kyungsoo’s back to make sure that the other wasn’t watching. Lu Han grunted sleepily, unmoving on the table surface. Sehun persisted, planting his head close to Lu Han’s, chin resting on the tabletop as his hand traced a line from Lu Han’s knee to the very edge of the blue fabric. “Hyung.” Lu Han squirmed.
The older male tilted his head just enough to peek over his arm to stare at Sehun, eyes suddenly wide open in alarm. “What are you doing?” He hissed, breath hitching when Sehun grazed the boundary of his underwear with a fingernail, slowly and deliberately.
“Why,” Sehun enunciated, fingering the elastic band almost absentmindedly, “are you wearing this?”
His boyfriend’s eyes narrowed questioningly. It wasn’t like the younger man to interrogate him for his choice of clothes much less undergarments. And, really, why would he care when clothes were often considered obstructions in the younger’s eyes during their time alone together? But today, Kyungsoo was very much within hearing and seeing range and the way the younger man was playing with the garter of his underwear, making Lu Han’s mind wander to inappropriate territory with every brush of his fingers against his skin, was just really unfair. “Is there something wrong with it?” Lu Han mentally rebuked himself for the breathy quality of his voice.
Sehun leaned into his ear, breath tickling his ear and his hormones, and whispered firmly, “don’t wear it anymore. Or else.” He drew his hand away so that the elastic snapped against his skin and caused him to squeak.
Before Lu Han could utter a word, Sehun pulled away, assuming his former position, facial expression depicting boredom though the ghost of a smirk played on his lips, as if the redness of the other’s face had not been caused by him, and the rest of their band mates trickled into the room, lured in by the smell of breakfast.
-
Weeks passed and the incident faded into a blurry memory. Sehun had been quite happy of late due to EXO-M’s return and a measly piece of blue underclothing wasn’t going to dampen his spirits.
Or so he thought until photos and videos from the day’s activity, namely a fansign event for EXO-M, flooded the internet, draining his happy feelings with a click of a button.
Staring at him from the screen of his laptop was that darned underwear, flashing its cyan blue glory for all to see as Lu Han stretched his arm above his head to create a stupid heart shape with Minseok. The belt resting low on Lu Han’s hips, refusing to hide the offensive garment from view, seemed to taunt him as the buckle glinted in the sunlight, mirroring the happy glow in Lu Han’s smiling face. To say that Sehun was displeased would be an understatement.
The moment the members of their Chinese counterpart returned home, tired but cheerful from the event’s success, Sehun pushed past the members, neglecting to greet the others as he reached for the honey-haired vocalist and dragged him to the nearest room, namely the kitchen, with everyone’s questioning gazes trailing behind them.
“What are you doing?” Lu Han hissed, alarmed at the younger’s sudden actions and all too aware of the rest of their group’s presence behind the closed door. The bite in his rebuke was drowned out, however, by a groan that was extracted from his throat when Sehun pushed him against the counter and ground their hips together.
“Teaching you a lesson.” Sehun replied as he gripped the other’s waist, tracing circles over his hipbone with his thumb, and pasted wet kisses along the smooth line of Lu Han’s neck, stopping only to dip his tongue on his clavicle.
Lu Han clung onto him weakly, unable to stop the sudden assault on his senses. “W-what are you talking about?”
“I thought I told you not to wear this anymore.” The younger male stated offhandedly, accentuating his speech by ghosting nimble fingers along the waistband. Lu Han shivered beneath his touch. “And who told you to get that friendly with Minseok-hyung?”
“Are you… jealous?”
Instead of replying, Sehun chose to bite down on the exposed flesh of the older man’s neck and slip his hands into his shirt to drag dull nails over silky, porcelain skin, making his lover whimper helplessly against his shoulder. Fingers traced over the arcs of his shoulder blades before gliding down his spine teasingly and slipping just into the band of blue to caress the warm flesh along his hips. Lu Han’s head snapped back at the sensation and moaned when their hips met again with a jolt of delicious friction.
“St-stop!” The older man whined desperately, feebly gripping the fabric of Sehun’s shirt though making no attempt to push the other away. Instead, half-lidded eyes and warm breaths against Sehun’s neck seemed to encourage the stimulation; the quiet whimpers escaping pink lips sounding as seductively tempting as a siren’s song.
His lover smirked at his handiwork before nuzzling the sensitive skin beneath the other’s ear. “No.” He silenced the oncoming protests by sucking on the heated skin, leaving Lu Han in a writhing mess and a visible mark of ownership that made Sehun grin with pride. He leaned back in to growl lowly into his boyfriend’s ear, “you are mine, don’t you ever forget that.”
Before the other could respond, the door swung open, revealing Kyungsoo on his way to prepare dinner. Upon seeing them, his eyes enlarged and his jaw fell open in flustered shock. “What are you doing?! I cook there!”
The intrusion seemed to return the strength in Lu Han’s limbs. He hastily pushed the younger man away from him despite the objection of his body and scrambled as far away from the other as possible. But, as he pushed past Sehun, a low whisper followed him, sending shivers down his spine.
“This isn’t over yet, hyung.”
-
Days later, Sehun was grinning unabashedly at crowds of screaming fans, eagerly waving his arms in the air at them which only served to increase their fervent cheers by a tenfold. When he looped his arm just a little possessively around the fair-haired man beside him, pulling him away from an oblivious baozi, their yells rose to deafening levels. The whole thing plus the faint rouge colouring Lu Han’s cheeks when his fingers crept along the other’s hips to hold him close to his frame, intentionally marking the path of his underwear hidden beneath the material of his clothes, made Sehun’s smile widen.
He leaned into the smaller man, eyes twinkling playfully as he whispered, “So hyung… I couldn’t find my gray boxers this morning... Care to tell me where they are?” The expression on Lu Han’s face was priceless.
AN:
It's been a while! My internet was being mean to me. /sobs
Anyway... this was... weird. I started writing it before Night and Day then I got distracted by that fic when the idea popped into my head so this one kind of lay unfinished for a while. Which is why it seems a bit... off? I don't really know... :/
(And, yeah, this is probably the closest I can get to NC-17. XD)
The next fic will probably be a bit different from what I've been writing so far. I'm not really sure what the end product will be but yay for challenging myself! (Don't get your expectations too high though.)