two drabbles
title: untitled #01
pairing: chen/suho
rating: r
length: 723 words
They're both totally drunk off their asses, legs swinging back and forth from where they’re perched on the kitchen counter, thighs pressed a little too close.
“I think Chanyeol passed out in the back yard,” Jongdae whispers in Joonmyun’s ear. His lips linger there a little longer than necessary and Joonmyun knows how handsy Jongdae can be when he's wasted but if he’s honest, that touchiness is the reason he’d called Jongdae out to this party in the first place. “Mmm,” Joonmyun concedes, noting the silence. “Everyone else too.”
Jongdae tilts his beer bottle towards the ceiling, draining it. “Need another,” he says and stumbles over to the fridge but all that’s left is the sticky sweet drinks Chanyeol has stashed in the back because he likes to pretend no one knows he can’t stomach the taste of hard liquor. He pulls the hem of his shirt up and uses it to twist the cap off and Joonmyun doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes follow the trail of hair that dips into the waist of his pants.
"Wanna taste?” Jongdae says as he slides back up onto the counter. Joonmyun doesn’t react when Jongdae’s hand slides down his thigh, instead reaches for the bottle but Jongdae pulls it out of his reach before he can grab it. “Nope.”
Jongdae takes a big sip and opens his mouth, tilting his head back to make sure none spills out. He points at Joonmyun and then back at his own mouth and it's pretty hard to mistake what that means but Joonmyun looks down and shakes his head for the sake of coyness. Jongdae swallows the liquid and Joonmyun follows the movement of his throat out of the corner of his eye.
"Don't be a little bitch," Jongdae says, cocking an eyebrow. "Just do it.” He takes another sip.
It’s been a long, long, time since he and Jongdae have fooled around but Joonmyun needs this right now, needs Jongdae because he always knows exactly what Joonmyun needs, knows how to push his buttons just right. Joonmyun gives in and locks his fingers around Jongdae’s jaw, tilting his head to the left. The smell of vodka and Jongdae's expensive cologne fill his nose and it's intoxicating, probably even more so than the five whiskeys he'd knocked back in less than an hour.
A drop of alcohol escapes from the corner of Jongdae’s mouth and Joonmyun leans forward and drags the flat of his tongue right below Jongdae’s bottom lip before licking into Jongdae's mouth, letting the liquid coat his tongue and slide down his throat. “’S good,” he slurs out when he finally finds his voice a minute later.
“My turn,” Jongdae says, guiding the bottle to Joonmyun’s lips. He cups the back of his head, pulling it down as Joonmyun takes a long pull at the drink. There's barely any in his mouth before it’s gone and all he can taste is Jongdae, Jongdae, Jongdae. There’s a moan in the air and he’s not sure if it’s his own because his head is clouded and his body is on fire and all he and think about about at the moment is how amazing and plush and warm Jongdae’s mouth feels.
“Fuck this,” Jongdae says as he sweeps a long arm out to clear the counter, angling Joonmyun and crawling into his lap. Joonmyun can feel Jongdae’s hardness as he rolls his hips forward and pushes Joonmyun down onto the counter, pinning him down. The cold marble does little to alleviate the fire coursing through his body.
"Please," Joonmyun whines and he's not entirely sure what he wants, just that he wants more of it. His hips buck up to meet Jongdae’s and each slide of their clothed cocks together is a little closer to relief. It's not long before he reaches that high and a warm stickiness pools in his pants. Jongdae comes soon after, collapsing on Joonmyun, his labored breathing ticking Joonmyun's sensitive neck. He bites his lip and tries his hardest not to giggle. "Get the fuck off me," he says and Jongdae rolls over, landing with a thump beside Joonmyun and curling their pinkies together.
"How cute," Chanyeol coos from his spot in the doorway, capping the lens on his camera.
Jongdae lunges at him but Chanyeol is faster.
title: untitled #02
pairing: chanyeol/kyungsoo
rating: pg
length: 958 words
Kyungsoo is a very busy man.
Which is why he’d rather stay late nights at the office than go home to Chanyeol’s shenanigans and try to accomplish anything there. Not that he doesn’t love Chanyeol, because he does. And of course, Chanyeol didn’t mean to set that business proposal on fire last year but Kyungsoo would rather not take any chances.
"You should go home more," Yixing tells him for the umpteenth time since Kyungsoo’s hired him. He could have sworn the job description had said ‘personal assistant,’ not 'nagging mother’.
"I have things to do," Kyungsoo says, not looking up from the papers spread out in front of him.
"You're never not going to have things to do. You're the head of the department." Yixing slides some of the papers on Kyungsoo's desk aside and sits on the free space. Kyungsoo tries not to flinch.
"Exactly. Which is why I can't afford to slack off.”
“Fine, but if you die before you’re forty, it won’t be because I wasn’t looking out for you,” Yixing says, doing that disgustingly cute wink thing he does.
--
Kyungsoo takes a short lunch break at his desk, downing half a sandwich in three bites. He's picking up the phone to make an important call when it happens.
Chanyeol is bursting through the door and shoving probably the largest, most colorful bouquet of flowers ever into Kyungsoo’s face.
“Why are you here?” Kyungsoo asks. There’s a wild glint in Chanyeol’s eye and Kyungsoo knows that look means nothing good. "Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo warns. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t.”
"Sorry, babe, but you’re coming home with me. I'm afraid this is for your own good.” He’s smiling and rolling Kyungsoo’s desk chair out.
Yixing is watching from his desk across the room, grinning from ear to ear like the smug bastard he is.
“Did you know about this?” Kyungsoo yells.
“No.” He shakes his head. “But I wouldn’t have told you even if I did.”
“You asshole.”
“Do you need me to take care of those?” Yixing asks, pointedly ignoring Kyungsoo and gesturing at the flowers in Chanyeol’s hand.
“Yes, please.” Chanyeol says, handing them over. Kyungsoo’s putting up a pretty good fight, if he does say so himself, but Chanyeol has always been stronger so it’s impossible easy for him to hoist Kyungsoo over his shoulder. Even Kyungsoo’s loud squawking and fists on his back don’t stop Chanyeol.
“Have fun, you two!” Yixing calls out, waving excitedly.
Kyungsoo makes a mental note to fire him tomorrow.
--
Chanyeol totes Kyungsoo over his shoulder the whole way home, minus the subway. "I know you'll go running right back to the office," he explains when Kyungsoo has calmed down enough, deciding it’s not worth it to cause a scene. Instead, he buries his face into Chanyeol's shoulder blade and prays no one recognizes them.
When they get home, Chanyeol deposits Kyungsoo gently on the couch, guiding Kyungsoo back down when he tries to get up.
"You're not going anywhere today. Except maybe to the bathroom.” Chanyeol smiles, probably proud of himself for thinking of that exception. "I'll let you go to the bathroom.” Kyungsoo really wants to punch those pretty teeth right out of his face.
Chanyeol brings out a pair of soft comfy clothes - they're his favorite, the clothes Kyungsoo likes to lounge around in when he has the rare day off. Chanyeol bends down, taking one shoe off Kyungsoo, then the other, along with his socks, rubbing the tension out of the soles of his feet for a short while before sitting on the couch beside Kyungsoo and pulling him into his lap. He undresses Kyungsoo, replacing his expensive suit with soft worn out cotton. Kyungsoo feels a little annoyed at being dressed like a baby but it's also undeniably sweet, even if he’ll never admit it out loud.
"I'll be right back," Chanyeol says and returns a minute later with a pile of blankets, swaddling Kyungsoo in them until he’s just a head sticking out of a mountain of fabric.
“I’ve already picked out all your favorite movies. Stay put. I'll make the popcorn while you watch the previews since those are your favorite. Extra salt, right?" Chanyeol is practically bouncing on his toes and Kyungsoo is reminded of how much pleasure Chanyeol gets out of taking care of other people, how much he needs to be needed. Kyungsoo buries his face in the blanket to hide his smile.
"Yeah, extra salt."
--
Kyungsoo falls asleep somewhere between the second and third movie, head lolling on Chanyeol’s broad shoulder. When he wakes up, the television is off and Chanyeol is tracing soft patterns on his cheek, his ear, his neck. He doesn't open his eyes just yet because he doesn't want it to stop but when he does Chanyeol is looking down at him with his big, dumb, gorgeous eyes.
"Ready to go to bed?" Chanyeol asks. Kyungsoo nods, letting out a shrill yelp when Chanyeol picks him up, cradling him to his chest and carrying him to the bedroom.
Kyungsoo lets Chanyeol spoon him and rub soft patterns into his belly. He's never admitted that he likes it, but Chanyeol knows his body so well that he's never had to tell him.
"Hey," Kyungsoo says, rolling over in Chanyeol's arms, scooting in closer until the tips of their noses are touching. "Thank you for this." Chanyeol makes more room by slotting their legs together and winding an arm around Kyungsoo’s waist. "For today."
"You know I love you right?" Chanyeol murmers, sleep clouding his voice. “Like a whole lot."
“Yeah, I know.” Kyungsoo brings Chanyeol's hand forward and kisses his palm, smiling into the rough skin. "I love you a whole lot too.”
pairing: chen/suho
rating: r
length: 723 words
They're both totally drunk off their asses, legs swinging back and forth from where they’re perched on the kitchen counter, thighs pressed a little too close.
“I think Chanyeol passed out in the back yard,” Jongdae whispers in Joonmyun’s ear. His lips linger there a little longer than necessary and Joonmyun knows how handsy Jongdae can be when he's wasted but if he’s honest, that touchiness is the reason he’d called Jongdae out to this party in the first place. “Mmm,” Joonmyun concedes, noting the silence. “Everyone else too.”
Jongdae tilts his beer bottle towards the ceiling, draining it. “Need another,” he says and stumbles over to the fridge but all that’s left is the sticky sweet drinks Chanyeol has stashed in the back because he likes to pretend no one knows he can’t stomach the taste of hard liquor. He pulls the hem of his shirt up and uses it to twist the cap off and Joonmyun doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes follow the trail of hair that dips into the waist of his pants.
"Wanna taste?” Jongdae says as he slides back up onto the counter. Joonmyun doesn’t react when Jongdae’s hand slides down his thigh, instead reaches for the bottle but Jongdae pulls it out of his reach before he can grab it. “Nope.”
Jongdae takes a big sip and opens his mouth, tilting his head back to make sure none spills out. He points at Joonmyun and then back at his own mouth and it's pretty hard to mistake what that means but Joonmyun looks down and shakes his head for the sake of coyness. Jongdae swallows the liquid and Joonmyun follows the movement of his throat out of the corner of his eye.
"Don't be a little bitch," Jongdae says, cocking an eyebrow. "Just do it.” He takes another sip.
It’s been a long, long, time since he and Jongdae have fooled around but Joonmyun needs this right now, needs Jongdae because he always knows exactly what Joonmyun needs, knows how to push his buttons just right. Joonmyun gives in and locks his fingers around Jongdae’s jaw, tilting his head to the left. The smell of vodka and Jongdae's expensive cologne fill his nose and it's intoxicating, probably even more so than the five whiskeys he'd knocked back in less than an hour.
A drop of alcohol escapes from the corner of Jongdae’s mouth and Joonmyun leans forward and drags the flat of his tongue right below Jongdae’s bottom lip before licking into Jongdae's mouth, letting the liquid coat his tongue and slide down his throat. “’S good,” he slurs out when he finally finds his voice a minute later.
“My turn,” Jongdae says, guiding the bottle to Joonmyun’s lips. He cups the back of his head, pulling it down as Joonmyun takes a long pull at the drink. There's barely any in his mouth before it’s gone and all he can taste is Jongdae, Jongdae, Jongdae. There’s a moan in the air and he’s not sure if it’s his own because his head is clouded and his body is on fire and all he and think about about at the moment is how amazing and plush and warm Jongdae’s mouth feels.
“Fuck this,” Jongdae says as he sweeps a long arm out to clear the counter, angling Joonmyun and crawling into his lap. Joonmyun can feel Jongdae’s hardness as he rolls his hips forward and pushes Joonmyun down onto the counter, pinning him down. The cold marble does little to alleviate the fire coursing through his body.
"Please," Joonmyun whines and he's not entirely sure what he wants, just that he wants more of it. His hips buck up to meet Jongdae’s and each slide of their clothed cocks together is a little closer to relief. It's not long before he reaches that high and a warm stickiness pools in his pants. Jongdae comes soon after, collapsing on Joonmyun, his labored breathing ticking Joonmyun's sensitive neck. He bites his lip and tries his hardest not to giggle. "Get the fuck off me," he says and Jongdae rolls over, landing with a thump beside Joonmyun and curling their pinkies together.
"How cute," Chanyeol coos from his spot in the doorway, capping the lens on his camera.
Jongdae lunges at him but Chanyeol is faster.
title: untitled #02
pairing: chanyeol/kyungsoo
rating: pg
length: 958 words
Kyungsoo is a very busy man.
Which is why he’d rather stay late nights at the office than go home to Chanyeol’s shenanigans and try to accomplish anything there. Not that he doesn’t love Chanyeol, because he does. And of course, Chanyeol didn’t mean to set that business proposal on fire last year but Kyungsoo would rather not take any chances.
"You should go home more," Yixing tells him for the umpteenth time since Kyungsoo’s hired him. He could have sworn the job description had said ‘personal assistant,’ not 'nagging mother’.
"I have things to do," Kyungsoo says, not looking up from the papers spread out in front of him.
"You're never not going to have things to do. You're the head of the department." Yixing slides some of the papers on Kyungsoo's desk aside and sits on the free space. Kyungsoo tries not to flinch.
"Exactly. Which is why I can't afford to slack off.”
“Fine, but if you die before you’re forty, it won’t be because I wasn’t looking out for you,” Yixing says, doing that disgustingly cute wink thing he does.
--
Kyungsoo takes a short lunch break at his desk, downing half a sandwich in three bites. He's picking up the phone to make an important call when it happens.
Chanyeol is bursting through the door and shoving probably the largest, most colorful bouquet of flowers ever into Kyungsoo’s face.
“Why are you here?” Kyungsoo asks. There’s a wild glint in Chanyeol’s eye and Kyungsoo knows that look means nothing good. "Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo warns. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t.”
"Sorry, babe, but you’re coming home with me. I'm afraid this is for your own good.” He’s smiling and rolling Kyungsoo’s desk chair out.
Yixing is watching from his desk across the room, grinning from ear to ear like the smug bastard he is.
“Did you know about this?” Kyungsoo yells.
“No.” He shakes his head. “But I wouldn’t have told you even if I did.”
“You asshole.”
“Do you need me to take care of those?” Yixing asks, pointedly ignoring Kyungsoo and gesturing at the flowers in Chanyeol’s hand.
“Yes, please.” Chanyeol says, handing them over. Kyungsoo’s putting up a pretty good fight, if he does say so himself, but Chanyeol has always been stronger so it’s impossible easy for him to hoist Kyungsoo over his shoulder. Even Kyungsoo’s loud squawking and fists on his back don’t stop Chanyeol.
“Have fun, you two!” Yixing calls out, waving excitedly.
Kyungsoo makes a mental note to fire him tomorrow.
--
Chanyeol totes Kyungsoo over his shoulder the whole way home, minus the subway. "I know you'll go running right back to the office," he explains when Kyungsoo has calmed down enough, deciding it’s not worth it to cause a scene. Instead, he buries his face into Chanyeol's shoulder blade and prays no one recognizes them.
When they get home, Chanyeol deposits Kyungsoo gently on the couch, guiding Kyungsoo back down when he tries to get up.
"You're not going anywhere today. Except maybe to the bathroom.” Chanyeol smiles, probably proud of himself for thinking of that exception. "I'll let you go to the bathroom.” Kyungsoo really wants to punch those pretty teeth right out of his face.
Chanyeol brings out a pair of soft comfy clothes - they're his favorite, the clothes Kyungsoo likes to lounge around in when he has the rare day off. Chanyeol bends down, taking one shoe off Kyungsoo, then the other, along with his socks, rubbing the tension out of the soles of his feet for a short while before sitting on the couch beside Kyungsoo and pulling him into his lap. He undresses Kyungsoo, replacing his expensive suit with soft worn out cotton. Kyungsoo feels a little annoyed at being dressed like a baby but it's also undeniably sweet, even if he’ll never admit it out loud.
"I'll be right back," Chanyeol says and returns a minute later with a pile of blankets, swaddling Kyungsoo in them until he’s just a head sticking out of a mountain of fabric.
“I’ve already picked out all your favorite movies. Stay put. I'll make the popcorn while you watch the previews since those are your favorite. Extra salt, right?" Chanyeol is practically bouncing on his toes and Kyungsoo is reminded of how much pleasure Chanyeol gets out of taking care of other people, how much he needs to be needed. Kyungsoo buries his face in the blanket to hide his smile.
"Yeah, extra salt."
--
Kyungsoo falls asleep somewhere between the second and third movie, head lolling on Chanyeol’s broad shoulder. When he wakes up, the television is off and Chanyeol is tracing soft patterns on his cheek, his ear, his neck. He doesn't open his eyes just yet because he doesn't want it to stop but when he does Chanyeol is looking down at him with his big, dumb, gorgeous eyes.
"Ready to go to bed?" Chanyeol asks. Kyungsoo nods, letting out a shrill yelp when Chanyeol picks him up, cradling him to his chest and carrying him to the bedroom.
Kyungsoo lets Chanyeol spoon him and rub soft patterns into his belly. He's never admitted that he likes it, but Chanyeol knows his body so well that he's never had to tell him.
"Hey," Kyungsoo says, rolling over in Chanyeol's arms, scooting in closer until the tips of their noses are touching. "Thank you for this." Chanyeol makes more room by slotting their legs together and winding an arm around Kyungsoo’s waist. "For today."
"You know I love you right?" Chanyeol murmers, sleep clouding his voice. “Like a whole lot."
“Yeah, I know.” Kyungsoo brings Chanyeol's hand forward and kisses his palm, smiling into the rough skin. "I love you a whole lot too.”