My Light (for prompt 134)
Prompt: #134
Author: ANONYMOUS until reveals
Title: My Light
Rating: R
Other pairings involved: Lu Han/Chen
Length: 2,100 words
Summary: Joonmyun takes his boyfriend on a vacation, and then forgets to have fun. Jongin is happy to remind him.
Warnings: non-explicit lovemaking
Notes: Dear prompter, I hope this is fluffy and domestic enough <333
The red pen dies out on him as he makes a note on the right-hand corner of page fifty. Joonmyun shakes the pen and tries again, getting out just a little bit of red ink before it dies again. He sighs.
Setting the thick pack of pages on the stone-slab coffee table, Joonmyun gets up and stretches. How long has he been sitting? He checks the time on his cellphone. Three hours. A stab of guilt hits him in the chest.
“Jongin?” he calls out, but the answering silence of the lake house is proof his boyfriend is not inside.
Joonmyun moves around the couch and takes a peek out the window. On the lawn outside, Jongin is running around like a maniac with a watergun in his hands, teleporting all over the place as Luhan and Chen return fire. Now that he focuses, their laughter reaches all the way inside the house in muted bursts. He smiles.
The couple had agreed to come on vacation to the lake when Joonmyun had offered. It was a nice retreat from the hectic atmosphere and extreme summer heat in the city, plus it was secluded enough for them to let free reign on their powers without fear of being discovered. This is what they were doing just now.
Luhan is almost untouchable with his telekinesis, swatting the squirts of water away or outright diverting their trajectory back to Jongin. He even gathers splashing water into one big ball and sends it flying back to Jongin who vanishes with a squeal. Jongin reappears some paces away laughing.
Badly hidden behind a nearby tree, Jongdae keeps a tight rein on his electric field to keep the current from connecting through the flying droplets and zapping the others. It’s a good thing he’s ridiculously fast thanks to this accelerated rhythm-a side effect of the electricity in his body-and can pretty much keep up with Jongin.
Joonmyun should be outside with them. That’s why they’d come to the lake, to relax and have fun. Yet here he was, inside making notes on his latest manuscript draft when he still had a full two months before he had to hand it in to his editor. Jongin had pouted at him earlier, begging him to leave it for later if need be, but to “please, come outside and breathe in some fresh air with me.”
However, the writing muse had been riding him hard since he’d woken up that morning and ignoring her would only make him cranky later on. So, he’d promised Jongin to do an hour of revisions before joining him. Jongin had sighed and kissed him really quick, before leaving him to it.
Three hours since then.
Joonmyun shakes his head. He is the worst boyfriend ever.
Outside, the boys keep their water war going. Joonmyun feels it all, every position of every drop of water in the air, the liquid absorbed in their clothes, the water that has fallen and now seeps into the ground, the heaviness of the lake. With a playful grin, he pulls on what he can reach from inside the house and starts collecting it above their playing field. His friends are too focused on their game to notice, so when Joonmyun lets go of it, they all scream as the torrent of water falls upon them.
A wet pop and Jongin is beside him. “Hyung! Not fair!”
Joonmyun laughs. His boyfriend is soaking wet, faded-pink hair sticking to his tanned face and white shirt plastered over his lean torso. “It was a sneak attack. Totally fair.”
Jongin beams. “Does it mean you’re done?”
The stack of paper is still on the coffee table, waiting for him to find another pen and finish writing that note. But this time, Joonmyun ignores his muse and nods. “I’m done. I’m sorry,” he says. “I promised you a nice escape and change of pace, yet the first thing I do is sit to edit, just like any other day back home.”
“It’s fine, hyung,” Jongin says, shaking the water out of his hair with one hand and spraying him.
“Hey, stop that! You’re getting me wet!”
Jongin stops, but the mischievous glint in his eyes has Joonmyun backing some paces until he hits the window behind.
“Don’t you dare-”
Joonmyun screams when Jongin rushes him, capturing him in a bear hug and then popping them into that dark void his boyfriend uses when teleporting. The next thing he knows, they’re splashing into the cold water of the lake outside. They sink quickly, letting the cool darkness embrace them and it should be scary, but for Joonmyun this is comfort.
Calling on his power, he creates an air bubble around Jongin’s nose and mouth. With his affinity for water, he doesn’t need one.
Jongin smiles, gives him two thumbs up, and then starts swimming away frog-style. He doesn’t get very far away. A couple of fishes swim by and Jongin jerks back, trying to get away. He pouts at him, waves his arms for Joonmyun to rescue him.
Joonmyun laughs, letting out a string of bubbles. His boyfriend is such a scaredy cat for anything that isn’t a puppy. It’s cute. Jongin is so cute.
Swimming closer, Joonmyun grabs onto Jongin’s waist and pulls him close. Jongin clings to him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. Joonmyun laughs again as he uses his power to move them forward chasing the fish Jongin points out to him.
They haven’t had this much fun in a long while, what with Jongin and his veterinary classes and Joonmyun’s manuscript deadlines and book promo tours. Their lives-and even their personalities-don’t always match, but together they somehow make this work.
Jongin presses his mouth against Joonmyun’s cheek and blows air, making bubbles plop around.
Joonmyun retaliates by kissing him breathless, licking into his eager mouth and smiling as Jongin’s hands pull at his floating clothes to keep him steady. But the struggle is too much.
Never known for his patience, it’s not long before Jongin sweeps him away into another jump through the void. This time Jongin lowers him gently onto the wooden boards of the small floating dock and hovers over him. “I love you.”
The words make Joonmyun’s heart burst with happiness and he can’t help the giddy chuckle that escapes his lips. “I love you, too.”
Jongin presses his face against Joonmyun’s neck, rubbing his cold nose there and making him shiver. “Hyung.”
Joonmyun runs his hands down his boyfriend’s back, taking the water soaking the shirt and pulling it out of the fabric, leaving it dry. He’s trying to do the same to the rest of their clothes, but it’s a bit hard to concentrate when Jongin continues licking and sucking at Joonmyun’s neck, no doubt leaving faint rosy marks behind.
A small whimper builds up in the back of his throat. “Jongin, we shouldn’t…we can’t stay here.”
Jongin pulls back momentarily. “Afraid someone will see us?” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice.
Joonmyun chuckles. “More like I don’t want to give Jongdae and Luhan material to blackmail us with.”
“They’re probably inside already doing it. You know they like to fuck like bunnies.”
“Jongin,” he says, slightly scandalized, slightly turned on. It’s not often his boyfriend uses crude language.
Jongin kisses him again, heated and fast, as if saying he doesn’t care, but he still teleports them away. After years of practice, the transition is effortless, and Jongin doesn’t tire as easily after a few jumps with another.
The tiles of the lake house’s bathroom are cold against Joonmyun’s back. They’re inside the shower. “I thought you wouldn’t like it if we left puddles everywhere,” Jongin says.
Joonmyun presses closer to Jongin, arching into his warmth. “You know me so well.” He collects the rest of water on their clothes and sends it down the shower drain.
Jongin starts undressing them both, easier with the now-dry clothes. They make it to the bedroom, where Jongin flings him onto the bed and falls on top of him. Jongin laughs against Joonmyun’s neck. “If you’re focused enough to dry us both, then I’m not doing this right.”
“You think you can make me lose control?”
“Hyung.” Jongin grabs Joonmyun’s cock, thumb underneath the head, and strokes deliciously, torturously slow. “You know I can.”
Jongin tears Joonmyun’s control apart slowly, touch by touch, reverently along his body until Joonmyun is delirious with pleasure and begging for Jongin to fill him up. Their lovemaking is unhurried. They have all the time in the world to whisper sweet nothings as they look into each other’s eyes, to touch and kiss as their bodies rock them closer to climax.
Joonmyun’s cry is swallowed by Jongin’s mouth as he orgasms, his body shivering in the most delicious bliss as Jongin continues thrusting, drawing it out, until he too reaches completion.
~
It’s full dark when he wakes up, only the silvery light of the moon casting a veil over the bed and their sleeping forms. For a second he worries about what Jongdae and Luhan did for dinner, but the thought is quickly set aside. Those two could run a country by themselves with all their deviousness and resourcefulness.
Joonmyun focuses instead on the arm wrapped around his chest, securing him back into the warmth of Jongin’s body. He turns over, so he’s facing the man who makes his days brighter and his nights less lonely.
Jongin lets out a pleased huff as Joonmyun nuzzles the underside of his sharp jaw. “This is exactly what I had in mind when I invited you to the lake,” Joonmyun says and his boyfriend hums in agreement. “I’m sorry about this afternoon.”
“It’s okay, hyung,” Jongin says, voice scratchy with sleep.
“You should’ve just taken my pen away or something.”
Jongin opens his eyes wide. “And risk you biting my head off?”
“I don’t-”
“I know you, hyung. I know your likes and dislikes, your moods, your writing schedules,” Jongin smiles, “I don’t expect you to change any of that for me.”
Joonmyun’s breath stutters. “You’re too good to me.”
“Love you.” Jongin pecks his lips.
Joonmyun presses his lips against Jongin’s chin, where Jongin is ticklish. “Love you, more.”
Jongin nudges his nose against him. “Love you always.”
“Love you forever,” Joonmyun says and licks Jongin’s lower lip.
Instead of the answering grin he’d expected from Jongin, his boyfriend’s brows dip into a focused frown. This usually happens when Jongin wants something and doesn’t know how to ask for it.
So, Joonmyun reaches out and cradles Jongin’s cheek in his hand. “What is it?”
“I...I want to...hold on.” Jongin pops out of bed, leaving him blinking in confusion for a few seconds, before he’s back. Jongin straddles him, sitting on his thighs, hands clasped in front of him and shivering slightly.
Joonmyun sits up. He doesn’t know if the shivers are because of the cool air coming from the window or nervousness, but Joonmyun still drapes the sheets over them both, creating a nice cocoon. His boyfriend sends him a grateful smile, but doesn’t speak.
“Jongin,” he says. “You know you can tell me whatever it is that’s bothering you.” A dark twinge in his gut, makes his breath stutter. Did this have something to do with his attitude earlier, about ignoring their first free time in months to work on his writing? Though Jongin had just said it was alright. Maybe he was upset about something else? “Jongin?”
Jongin grabs one of Joonmyun’s hands and presses something small and hard into it. Opening his fingers reveals a smooth silver band in the middle of his palm. There are words engraved on the outside, words Jongin had said to him the day he confessed and asked Joonmyun to be his boyfriend. My light in the dark.
“What is...this?” he asks, throat gone completely dry. Is his heart still beating? It might’ve stopped.
Jongin picks up the ring. Joonmyun spies a similar one already adorning his boyfriend’s left hand. It has the same engraving, but with a single word change. My light in the deep-the words Joonmyun had replied to Jongin’s confession.
Jongin chuckles. “Don’t freak out, hyung. I’m not proposing. Not yet. This is a promise. No matter what happens, this is what we are to each other, and this is why I’ll hold on to you forever.”
With such a tight control on his power over water, it’s not often that Joonmyun cries. But when he does, it’s almost always because of happiness. Jongin’s figure grows blurry before him and he wipes his eyes as he nods quickly. “I love,” he tries to say, but the word ends in a hiccup. “Love you forever, Jongin.”
The promise ring fits his finger-just like their lives fit together-imperfectly, but with all the love in the world.
Author: ANONYMOUS until reveals
Title: My Light
Rating: R
Other pairings involved: Lu Han/Chen
Length: 2,100 words
Summary: Joonmyun takes his boyfriend on a vacation, and then forgets to have fun. Jongin is happy to remind him.
Warnings: non-explicit lovemaking
Notes: Dear prompter, I hope this is fluffy and domestic enough <333
The red pen dies out on him as he makes a note on the right-hand corner of page fifty. Joonmyun shakes the pen and tries again, getting out just a little bit of red ink before it dies again. He sighs.
Setting the thick pack of pages on the stone-slab coffee table, Joonmyun gets up and stretches. How long has he been sitting? He checks the time on his cellphone. Three hours. A stab of guilt hits him in the chest.
“Jongin?” he calls out, but the answering silence of the lake house is proof his boyfriend is not inside.
Joonmyun moves around the couch and takes a peek out the window. On the lawn outside, Jongin is running around like a maniac with a watergun in his hands, teleporting all over the place as Luhan and Chen return fire. Now that he focuses, their laughter reaches all the way inside the house in muted bursts. He smiles.
The couple had agreed to come on vacation to the lake when Joonmyun had offered. It was a nice retreat from the hectic atmosphere and extreme summer heat in the city, plus it was secluded enough for them to let free reign on their powers without fear of being discovered. This is what they were doing just now.
Luhan is almost untouchable with his telekinesis, swatting the squirts of water away or outright diverting their trajectory back to Jongin. He even gathers splashing water into one big ball and sends it flying back to Jongin who vanishes with a squeal. Jongin reappears some paces away laughing.
Badly hidden behind a nearby tree, Jongdae keeps a tight rein on his electric field to keep the current from connecting through the flying droplets and zapping the others. It’s a good thing he’s ridiculously fast thanks to this accelerated rhythm-a side effect of the electricity in his body-and can pretty much keep up with Jongin.
Joonmyun should be outside with them. That’s why they’d come to the lake, to relax and have fun. Yet here he was, inside making notes on his latest manuscript draft when he still had a full two months before he had to hand it in to his editor. Jongin had pouted at him earlier, begging him to leave it for later if need be, but to “please, come outside and breathe in some fresh air with me.”
However, the writing muse had been riding him hard since he’d woken up that morning and ignoring her would only make him cranky later on. So, he’d promised Jongin to do an hour of revisions before joining him. Jongin had sighed and kissed him really quick, before leaving him to it.
Three hours since then.
Joonmyun shakes his head. He is the worst boyfriend ever.
Outside, the boys keep their water war going. Joonmyun feels it all, every position of every drop of water in the air, the liquid absorbed in their clothes, the water that has fallen and now seeps into the ground, the heaviness of the lake. With a playful grin, he pulls on what he can reach from inside the house and starts collecting it above their playing field. His friends are too focused on their game to notice, so when Joonmyun lets go of it, they all scream as the torrent of water falls upon them.
A wet pop and Jongin is beside him. “Hyung! Not fair!”
Joonmyun laughs. His boyfriend is soaking wet, faded-pink hair sticking to his tanned face and white shirt plastered over his lean torso. “It was a sneak attack. Totally fair.”
Jongin beams. “Does it mean you’re done?”
The stack of paper is still on the coffee table, waiting for him to find another pen and finish writing that note. But this time, Joonmyun ignores his muse and nods. “I’m done. I’m sorry,” he says. “I promised you a nice escape and change of pace, yet the first thing I do is sit to edit, just like any other day back home.”
“It’s fine, hyung,” Jongin says, shaking the water out of his hair with one hand and spraying him.
“Hey, stop that! You’re getting me wet!”
Jongin stops, but the mischievous glint in his eyes has Joonmyun backing some paces until he hits the window behind.
“Don’t you dare-”
Joonmyun screams when Jongin rushes him, capturing him in a bear hug and then popping them into that dark void his boyfriend uses when teleporting. The next thing he knows, they’re splashing into the cold water of the lake outside. They sink quickly, letting the cool darkness embrace them and it should be scary, but for Joonmyun this is comfort.
Calling on his power, he creates an air bubble around Jongin’s nose and mouth. With his affinity for water, he doesn’t need one.
Jongin smiles, gives him two thumbs up, and then starts swimming away frog-style. He doesn’t get very far away. A couple of fishes swim by and Jongin jerks back, trying to get away. He pouts at him, waves his arms for Joonmyun to rescue him.
Joonmyun laughs, letting out a string of bubbles. His boyfriend is such a scaredy cat for anything that isn’t a puppy. It’s cute. Jongin is so cute.
Swimming closer, Joonmyun grabs onto Jongin’s waist and pulls him close. Jongin clings to him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. Joonmyun laughs again as he uses his power to move them forward chasing the fish Jongin points out to him.
They haven’t had this much fun in a long while, what with Jongin and his veterinary classes and Joonmyun’s manuscript deadlines and book promo tours. Their lives-and even their personalities-don’t always match, but together they somehow make this work.
Jongin presses his mouth against Joonmyun’s cheek and blows air, making bubbles plop around.
Joonmyun retaliates by kissing him breathless, licking into his eager mouth and smiling as Jongin’s hands pull at his floating clothes to keep him steady. But the struggle is too much.
Never known for his patience, it’s not long before Jongin sweeps him away into another jump through the void. This time Jongin lowers him gently onto the wooden boards of the small floating dock and hovers over him. “I love you.”
The words make Joonmyun’s heart burst with happiness and he can’t help the giddy chuckle that escapes his lips. “I love you, too.”
Jongin presses his face against Joonmyun’s neck, rubbing his cold nose there and making him shiver. “Hyung.”
Joonmyun runs his hands down his boyfriend’s back, taking the water soaking the shirt and pulling it out of the fabric, leaving it dry. He’s trying to do the same to the rest of their clothes, but it’s a bit hard to concentrate when Jongin continues licking and sucking at Joonmyun’s neck, no doubt leaving faint rosy marks behind.
A small whimper builds up in the back of his throat. “Jongin, we shouldn’t…we can’t stay here.”
Jongin pulls back momentarily. “Afraid someone will see us?” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice.
Joonmyun chuckles. “More like I don’t want to give Jongdae and Luhan material to blackmail us with.”
“They’re probably inside already doing it. You know they like to fuck like bunnies.”
“Jongin,” he says, slightly scandalized, slightly turned on. It’s not often his boyfriend uses crude language.
Jongin kisses him again, heated and fast, as if saying he doesn’t care, but he still teleports them away. After years of practice, the transition is effortless, and Jongin doesn’t tire as easily after a few jumps with another.
The tiles of the lake house’s bathroom are cold against Joonmyun’s back. They’re inside the shower. “I thought you wouldn’t like it if we left puddles everywhere,” Jongin says.
Joonmyun presses closer to Jongin, arching into his warmth. “You know me so well.” He collects the rest of water on their clothes and sends it down the shower drain.
Jongin starts undressing them both, easier with the now-dry clothes. They make it to the bedroom, where Jongin flings him onto the bed and falls on top of him. Jongin laughs against Joonmyun’s neck. “If you’re focused enough to dry us both, then I’m not doing this right.”
“You think you can make me lose control?”
“Hyung.” Jongin grabs Joonmyun’s cock, thumb underneath the head, and strokes deliciously, torturously slow. “You know I can.”
Jongin tears Joonmyun’s control apart slowly, touch by touch, reverently along his body until Joonmyun is delirious with pleasure and begging for Jongin to fill him up. Their lovemaking is unhurried. They have all the time in the world to whisper sweet nothings as they look into each other’s eyes, to touch and kiss as their bodies rock them closer to climax.
Joonmyun’s cry is swallowed by Jongin’s mouth as he orgasms, his body shivering in the most delicious bliss as Jongin continues thrusting, drawing it out, until he too reaches completion.
~
It’s full dark when he wakes up, only the silvery light of the moon casting a veil over the bed and their sleeping forms. For a second he worries about what Jongdae and Luhan did for dinner, but the thought is quickly set aside. Those two could run a country by themselves with all their deviousness and resourcefulness.
Joonmyun focuses instead on the arm wrapped around his chest, securing him back into the warmth of Jongin’s body. He turns over, so he’s facing the man who makes his days brighter and his nights less lonely.
Jongin lets out a pleased huff as Joonmyun nuzzles the underside of his sharp jaw. “This is exactly what I had in mind when I invited you to the lake,” Joonmyun says and his boyfriend hums in agreement. “I’m sorry about this afternoon.”
“It’s okay, hyung,” Jongin says, voice scratchy with sleep.
“You should’ve just taken my pen away or something.”
Jongin opens his eyes wide. “And risk you biting my head off?”
“I don’t-”
“I know you, hyung. I know your likes and dislikes, your moods, your writing schedules,” Jongin smiles, “I don’t expect you to change any of that for me.”
Joonmyun’s breath stutters. “You’re too good to me.”
“Love you.” Jongin pecks his lips.
Joonmyun presses his lips against Jongin’s chin, where Jongin is ticklish. “Love you, more.”
Jongin nudges his nose against him. “Love you always.”
“Love you forever,” Joonmyun says and licks Jongin’s lower lip.
Instead of the answering grin he’d expected from Jongin, his boyfriend’s brows dip into a focused frown. This usually happens when Jongin wants something and doesn’t know how to ask for it.
So, Joonmyun reaches out and cradles Jongin’s cheek in his hand. “What is it?”
“I...I want to...hold on.” Jongin pops out of bed, leaving him blinking in confusion for a few seconds, before he’s back. Jongin straddles him, sitting on his thighs, hands clasped in front of him and shivering slightly.
Joonmyun sits up. He doesn’t know if the shivers are because of the cool air coming from the window or nervousness, but Joonmyun still drapes the sheets over them both, creating a nice cocoon. His boyfriend sends him a grateful smile, but doesn’t speak.
“Jongin,” he says. “You know you can tell me whatever it is that’s bothering you.” A dark twinge in his gut, makes his breath stutter. Did this have something to do with his attitude earlier, about ignoring their first free time in months to work on his writing? Though Jongin had just said it was alright. Maybe he was upset about something else? “Jongin?”
Jongin grabs one of Joonmyun’s hands and presses something small and hard into it. Opening his fingers reveals a smooth silver band in the middle of his palm. There are words engraved on the outside, words Jongin had said to him the day he confessed and asked Joonmyun to be his boyfriend. My light in the dark.
“What is...this?” he asks, throat gone completely dry. Is his heart still beating? It might’ve stopped.
Jongin picks up the ring. Joonmyun spies a similar one already adorning his boyfriend’s left hand. It has the same engraving, but with a single word change. My light in the deep-the words Joonmyun had replied to Jongin’s confession.
Jongin chuckles. “Don’t freak out, hyung. I’m not proposing. Not yet. This is a promise. No matter what happens, this is what we are to each other, and this is why I’ll hold on to you forever.”
With such a tight control on his power over water, it’s not often that Joonmyun cries. But when he does, it’s almost always because of happiness. Jongin’s figure grows blurry before him and he wipes his eyes as he nods quickly. “I love,” he tries to say, but the word ends in a hiccup. “Love you forever, Jongin.”
The promise ring fits his finger-just like their lives fit together-imperfectly, but with all the love in the world.