HOT ISSUE//HAEHYUK
Title: HOT ISSUE
Pairing: DONGHAE/EUNHYUK
Rating: PG-13
Summary: ...and when Eunhyuk tilts his head back and sinks to his knees, Donghae's legs threaten to buckle beneath him.
The room he walks into is hot and humid, shaking with loud, haughty female vocals. The walls reverberate with flashy synthesizer melodies, and the floor vibrates with twisting bass lines. Donghae can easily leave and find a nightclub, but the practice room has the same stifling, erotic charge to it. He drops his bag by the closed door and leans against it, grinning, drinking in the familiar sight.
Where there should be a crowd of grinding partiers is a thin man in dark grey sweats and a low-cut striped shirt, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth in concentration. A wave rocks his entire body, carrying him across the floor in a smooth glide. A knee pop stops his progression in the middle and leads him into a series of simultaneous popping in the legs and upper body as the main melody breaks down. The only distraction in his flawless performance is the hand that raises to wipe away the sweat at his hairline and to pull the beanie off his head. Donghae feels his mouth go dry.
Sweaty, messy hair frame the sharp angles of the dancer's face, and when Eunhyuk tilts his head back and sinks to his knees, Donghae's legs threaten to buckle beneath him. It reminds Donghae of sex and God, he swears he can see a bead of sweat makes its way down the other's throat. Suddenly the room is hotter; Donghae always did like Eunhyuk better when he was dirty, not holding back out on the floor and not caring what anyone else thought of him.
"Eunhyuk," he calls faintly. The other pauses and Donghae thinks his voice has been heard over the music, but two and a half beats later Eunhyuk snaps out of his freeze. Eunhyuk always did like cranking the stereo up until it blocked out all the other noise, always did like the way the bass course through his body and how his pops and slides simply slid into place with the breaks in the music.
When the rap winds back into the chorus, Eunhyuk closes his eyes and then he really starts to feel the music. There's a distinct change, Donghae notes in the back of his mind. His movements become powerful and fierce, leaving behind precise isolations in favor of raw, wide footwork that takes him all over the floor. It's not like Eunhyuk's normal style; it's like Donghae's. To think Eunhyuk can imitate even his dancing leaves Donghae hot and eyeing the other's hips as they twist along to the beat.
Donghae wants to feel those hips against his, those legs tangled with his, that back arching under his hands, their own special choreography. And when they're on the floor together, he wants them to forget about technique and focus on synchronization: up, down, in, out. So hot he thinks as he presses up behind Eunhyuk and slides a hand up his leg. Eunhyuk doesn't stop dancing (they've done this too many times); he sinks back into the heat and draws in a shaky breath. When he opens his eyes and sees Donghae staring back at him in the mirror, he realizes why everything seems to be burning up.
"Donghae," he says breathlessly, his eyes widening just a fraction in surprise. Donghae simply molds his body along Eunhyuk's body wave in response.
"New dance?" he questions, stepping away to give Eunhyuk space. To admire the skin that slowly reveals itself to him.
"Yeah," Eunhyuk breathes as he bends backwards in a move reminiscent of 2NE1.
"Teach me," Donghae demands, catching the other as he pops up and his footing slips. The music is still pounding around them, but Eunhyuk seems to have forgotten about it momentarily.
"You wouldn't be able to handle it," he chuckles, challenging.
"You're just afraid I'll be better at it," Donghae teases back.
Eunhyuk simply grins and tries to move out of Donghae's arms, but the hands on his hips are firm, burning against his skin under his shirt. Donghae leans in and presses his tongue to a bead of sweat on Eunhyuk's collarbone.
"Okay, guess I'll just teach you one of my dances." And he rolls his hips against Eunhyuk's, perfectly in time.
Pairing: DONGHAE/EUNHYUK
Rating: PG-13
Summary: ...and when Eunhyuk tilts his head back and sinks to his knees, Donghae's legs threaten to buckle beneath him.
The room he walks into is hot and humid, shaking with loud, haughty female vocals. The walls reverberate with flashy synthesizer melodies, and the floor vibrates with twisting bass lines. Donghae can easily leave and find a nightclub, but the practice room has the same stifling, erotic charge to it. He drops his bag by the closed door and leans against it, grinning, drinking in the familiar sight.
Where there should be a crowd of grinding partiers is a thin man in dark grey sweats and a low-cut striped shirt, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth in concentration. A wave rocks his entire body, carrying him across the floor in a smooth glide. A knee pop stops his progression in the middle and leads him into a series of simultaneous popping in the legs and upper body as the main melody breaks down. The only distraction in his flawless performance is the hand that raises to wipe away the sweat at his hairline and to pull the beanie off his head. Donghae feels his mouth go dry.
Sweaty, messy hair frame the sharp angles of the dancer's face, and when Eunhyuk tilts his head back and sinks to his knees, Donghae's legs threaten to buckle beneath him. It reminds Donghae of sex and God, he swears he can see a bead of sweat makes its way down the other's throat. Suddenly the room is hotter; Donghae always did like Eunhyuk better when he was dirty, not holding back out on the floor and not caring what anyone else thought of him.
"Eunhyuk," he calls faintly. The other pauses and Donghae thinks his voice has been heard over the music, but two and a half beats later Eunhyuk snaps out of his freeze. Eunhyuk always did like cranking the stereo up until it blocked out all the other noise, always did like the way the bass course through his body and how his pops and slides simply slid into place with the breaks in the music.
When the rap winds back into the chorus, Eunhyuk closes his eyes and then he really starts to feel the music. There's a distinct change, Donghae notes in the back of his mind. His movements become powerful and fierce, leaving behind precise isolations in favor of raw, wide footwork that takes him all over the floor. It's not like Eunhyuk's normal style; it's like Donghae's. To think Eunhyuk can imitate even his dancing leaves Donghae hot and eyeing the other's hips as they twist along to the beat.
Donghae wants to feel those hips against his, those legs tangled with his, that back arching under his hands, their own special choreography. And when they're on the floor together, he wants them to forget about technique and focus on synchronization: up, down, in, out. So hot he thinks as he presses up behind Eunhyuk and slides a hand up his leg. Eunhyuk doesn't stop dancing (they've done this too many times); he sinks back into the heat and draws in a shaky breath. When he opens his eyes and sees Donghae staring back at him in the mirror, he realizes why everything seems to be burning up.
"Donghae," he says breathlessly, his eyes widening just a fraction in surprise. Donghae simply molds his body along Eunhyuk's body wave in response.
"New dance?" he questions, stepping away to give Eunhyuk space. To admire the skin that slowly reveals itself to him.
"Yeah," Eunhyuk breathes as he bends backwards in a move reminiscent of 2NE1.
"Teach me," Donghae demands, catching the other as he pops up and his footing slips. The music is still pounding around them, but Eunhyuk seems to have forgotten about it momentarily.
"You wouldn't be able to handle it," he chuckles, challenging.
"You're just afraid I'll be better at it," Donghae teases back.
Eunhyuk simply grins and tries to move out of Donghae's arms, but the hands on his hips are firm, burning against his skin under his shirt. Donghae leans in and presses his tongue to a bead of sweat on Eunhyuk's collarbone.
"Okay, guess I'll just teach you one of my dances." And he rolls his hips against Eunhyuk's, perfectly in time.