I Like the Way You Move, Part 1/4
Title: I Like the Way You Move, Part 1/4
Author: mimi_oly
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Onew/Kyuhyun/Eunhyuk
Word count: Part One: 1375. Total, 8000.
Genre: Friendship, Smut
Summary: Jinki asks Hyukjae for help with his dancing and gets more of an education than he bargained for. Set in April/May 2010.
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It took him a while, but Jinki finally admitted to himself that he had a little man-crush on Hyukjae. For years the older man had made Jinki’s insides quiver whenever they were together in the rehearsal rooms or on stage. Hyukjae was kind and talented and funny, and always had a warm smile for his hoobae. Now that they were sharing a DJ booth, Jinki tried, with limited success, to pull himself together.
In fact, Hyukjae had always been rather fond of the younger man. Hyukjae was often bullied by his younger band mates, but Jinki had always shown his sunbae the proper respect. Hyukjae could feel the genuine admiration radiating off the younger man, and it was sort of adorable and rather gratifying.
“Hyung is ready for the gun show,” Jinki joked nervously as he gingerly squeezed Hyukjae’s bared bicep. “I’ve been working out, too, you know,” he offered shyly.
The older DJ gripped Jinki’s flexed arm. “Whoa! Dubu’s packin’ heat!” he teased, graciously continuing Jinki’s lame joke before returning his attention to the computer screen displaying the producer’s instructions. This kid sure is good for my ego, he thought.
After the radio show, the two young men waited in a secluded hallway for the manager to bring the car around. Hyukjae yawned and stretched, giving Jinki another good look at the older man’s physique.
“Hyung must be tired, getting ready for the comeback,” Jinki commented quietly.
“It’s not so bad,” replied Hyukjae, bending over at the waist to touch his toes, his shirt falling toward his head. “It’s just really weird this time, you know…ten isn’t thirteen, or even twelve. The choreography feels different. Does that make sense?” He continued stretching, lunging on alternate legs.
“Of course,” Jinki answered quietly, mentally kicking himself for introducing a painful topic, and trying not to stare too obviously.
Hyukjae had already had months to mourn the departure of two more band mates, and pushed on. “It’s good though. I like the new dance. Have you seen it yet? It’s really powerful and masculine.” He demonstrated the main points of the dance, being careful to flex his bare arms to show off his muscles. “Oh yeah, and we moved Kyuhyun up to the dance line, did he tell you that?”
They seemed to be taking turns introducing uncomfortable topics. “Umm…I haven’t talked with Kyuhyun hyung for a while…so, no, I didn’t know,” Jinki mumbled and tried to force a smile. Hyukjae’s comment brought the puzzling estrangement between Kyuhyun and Jinki to the front of his mind. Suddenly he felt too warm in the stuffy hallway, so he hastily removed his bulky jacket, tangling his arms in his shirt and flashing his belly in the process.
“Did you have a photo shoot?” Hyukjae asked, seemingly out of nowhere. His face wore a mischievous grin.
“What?” Jinki was bewildered by the unexpected change of subject. Before Jinki knew what was happening, Hyukjae was lifting up Jinki’s shirt.
“No hair,” Hyukjae mused, pointing below Jinki’s navel. “Did you wax?”
Jinki could feel the blush spreading up his face and down his torso. “Nope. That’s just, um, natural,” he confessed. “It’s sort of embarrassing, actually.” Of all people to discover his secret, it had to be Hyukjae.
“Are you kidding? Do you know how much it hurts to wax? We have a photo shoot in two weeks and the members are already fighting with the stylists about how much skin to show and who has to wax or not.” At this revelation Hyukjae lifted his shirt to display a newly-minted six pack complete with a fuzzy happy trail leading from his navel down to his waistband and beyond. “It’s ridiculous. You don’t know how lucky you are,” Hyukjae shook his head in amusement.
“If you say so, hyung,” Jinki muttered, torn between feeling mortified by his baby-smooth nether regions and turned on by Hyukjae’s abs.
“I do say so. Lucky little bastard,” he joked affectionately. He emphasized his point by grabbing Jinki’s shirt again, and then dancing his fingers across Jinki’s flat, soft belly. “Nice,” Hyukjae nodded. “You make me sick, you twerp.” The fond look on his face belied his insulting words.
Jinki was no stranger to skinship, but never had he felt another man’s hands deliberately, tenderly petting him…there. He had just enough self-control to choke back the whimper he felt rising in his throat and paste a hyung-pleasing grin on his face.
The manager popped his head through the door to the parking garage and motioned that their car was ready. Hyukjae led the way out to the awaiting car.
Once they were underway, Hyukjae got out his hand phone. Not wanting to interrupt, and trying desperately to distract his thoughts from the pressure in his pants, Jinki simply stared out the window, and was soon lulled to sleep by the monotony of the passing buildings.
Jinki felt himself being gently shaken awake. “Uri Onew...Jinki-yah, you’re home,” Hyukjae called out sweetly.
“Okay,” Jinki acknowledged with a yawn. Before he could get his bearings, he realized his sunbae was grinning at him, barely containing a giggle.
“How does a punk with no hair have such a huge boner,” Hyukjae blurted out, covering his grin with his hand. Hyukjae could be forward, but he was still easily embarrassed.
“Oh gawd, not again,” Jinki gulped, pulling his shirt over his lap.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hyukjae laughed, not wanting his innocent hoobae to feel too bad. “It’s normal when you’re sleepy.”
“You don’t understand,” Jinki retorted miserably. “It’s a huge problem.”
Hyukjae snorted at the unintentional double entendre.
“Seriously,” Jinki implored him. “I don’t know what to do. It happens all the time. I’ve tried ignoring it, I’ve tried taking care of things before I go out,” he confessed, “but it just pops up at the least convenient times. I don’t even know it’s happening half the time, or I’ll forget to check, but then I’ll see shots from a photo shoot or a public appearance and wonder why nobody said anything. It’s humiliating.”
“It could be worse,” Hyukjae commiserated. “It’s not like you crap your pants on stage or something weird like that. Besides, the noonas probably like it. You know how dirty they can be,” he smirked.
Jinki just made a distressed grunt.
“Come on, I’ll walk you up.”
Jinki exited the car and awkwardly bowed to the driver. Hyukjae threw his arm around Jinki’s shoulder and the two young men rode the elevator up to Jinki’s floor in silence. The way Hyukjae rhythmically caressed Jinki’s shoulder did nothing to calm him -- quite the opposite.
“You did great today,” Hyukjae mentioned as they approached Jinki’s apartment. “It was a good show.”
Jinki gently pulled away from Hyukjae and bowed deeply. “Hyung, thank you for allowing me to work with you.” Jinki was always so earnest and formal in situations like this, which was only one of the many reasons he was so popular with his elders.
Hyukjae couldn’t resist such a sweet kid. He pulled the younger man into a quick hug and then ruffled his hair.
“I’ll see you soon, kiddo,” he waved, walking back to the elevator.
“Goodnight, hyung,” Jinki called out from his doorway, bowing again.
The embrace from his newly-muscled hyung did nothing to calm the storm brewing in his pants, and the news that Kyuhyun had been promoted to the dance line had filled Jinki’s brain with unexpected, uninvited visions of swaying hips and sultry eyes. As he kicked off his shoes, he sent up a silent prayer for some undisturbed private time in the bathroom.
Before he could check if the coast was clear, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
From: Prince Kyu To: Dubu
Jinki-yah, it’s been too long. I miss you.
Hyukjae hyung is pretty perceptive…, thought Jinki.
From: Dubu To: Prince Kyu
Me too, hyung. I hope we can meet soon.
From: Prince Kyu To: Dubu
Hyukkie hyung took care of that already. See you at Sukira. Sleep well.
…and he works fast, too.
Jinki could almost hear Kyuhyun’s smooth, deep voice in his ear: Sleep well. He really needed that “alone time” now and invited the visions in his head into the bathroom with him.
Part Two.
Author: mimi_oly
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Onew/Kyuhyun/Eunhyuk
Word count: Part One: 1375. Total, 8000.
Genre: Friendship, Smut
Summary: Jinki asks Hyukjae for help with his dancing and gets more of an education than he bargained for. Set in April/May 2010.
Clicky here for the epic pic spam.
It took him a while, but Jinki finally admitted to himself that he had a little man-crush on Hyukjae. For years the older man had made Jinki’s insides quiver whenever they were together in the rehearsal rooms or on stage. Hyukjae was kind and talented and funny, and always had a warm smile for his hoobae. Now that they were sharing a DJ booth, Jinki tried, with limited success, to pull himself together.
In fact, Hyukjae had always been rather fond of the younger man. Hyukjae was often bullied by his younger band mates, but Jinki had always shown his sunbae the proper respect. Hyukjae could feel the genuine admiration radiating off the younger man, and it was sort of adorable and rather gratifying.
“Hyung is ready for the gun show,” Jinki joked nervously as he gingerly squeezed Hyukjae’s bared bicep. “I’ve been working out, too, you know,” he offered shyly.
The older DJ gripped Jinki’s flexed arm. “Whoa! Dubu’s packin’ heat!” he teased, graciously continuing Jinki’s lame joke before returning his attention to the computer screen displaying the producer’s instructions. This kid sure is good for my ego, he thought.
After the radio show, the two young men waited in a secluded hallway for the manager to bring the car around. Hyukjae yawned and stretched, giving Jinki another good look at the older man’s physique.
“Hyung must be tired, getting ready for the comeback,” Jinki commented quietly.
“It’s not so bad,” replied Hyukjae, bending over at the waist to touch his toes, his shirt falling toward his head. “It’s just really weird this time, you know…ten isn’t thirteen, or even twelve. The choreography feels different. Does that make sense?” He continued stretching, lunging on alternate legs.
“Of course,” Jinki answered quietly, mentally kicking himself for introducing a painful topic, and trying not to stare too obviously.
Hyukjae had already had months to mourn the departure of two more band mates, and pushed on. “It’s good though. I like the new dance. Have you seen it yet? It’s really powerful and masculine.” He demonstrated the main points of the dance, being careful to flex his bare arms to show off his muscles. “Oh yeah, and we moved Kyuhyun up to the dance line, did he tell you that?”
They seemed to be taking turns introducing uncomfortable topics. “Umm…I haven’t talked with Kyuhyun hyung for a while…so, no, I didn’t know,” Jinki mumbled and tried to force a smile. Hyukjae’s comment brought the puzzling estrangement between Kyuhyun and Jinki to the front of his mind. Suddenly he felt too warm in the stuffy hallway, so he hastily removed his bulky jacket, tangling his arms in his shirt and flashing his belly in the process.
“Did you have a photo shoot?” Hyukjae asked, seemingly out of nowhere. His face wore a mischievous grin.
“What?” Jinki was bewildered by the unexpected change of subject. Before Jinki knew what was happening, Hyukjae was lifting up Jinki’s shirt.
“No hair,” Hyukjae mused, pointing below Jinki’s navel. “Did you wax?”
Jinki could feel the blush spreading up his face and down his torso. “Nope. That’s just, um, natural,” he confessed. “It’s sort of embarrassing, actually.” Of all people to discover his secret, it had to be Hyukjae.
“Are you kidding? Do you know how much it hurts to wax? We have a photo shoot in two weeks and the members are already fighting with the stylists about how much skin to show and who has to wax or not.” At this revelation Hyukjae lifted his shirt to display a newly-minted six pack complete with a fuzzy happy trail leading from his navel down to his waistband and beyond. “It’s ridiculous. You don’t know how lucky you are,” Hyukjae shook his head in amusement.
“If you say so, hyung,” Jinki muttered, torn between feeling mortified by his baby-smooth nether regions and turned on by Hyukjae’s abs.
“I do say so. Lucky little bastard,” he joked affectionately. He emphasized his point by grabbing Jinki’s shirt again, and then dancing his fingers across Jinki’s flat, soft belly. “Nice,” Hyukjae nodded. “You make me sick, you twerp.” The fond look on his face belied his insulting words.
Jinki was no stranger to skinship, but never had he felt another man’s hands deliberately, tenderly petting him…there. He had just enough self-control to choke back the whimper he felt rising in his throat and paste a hyung-pleasing grin on his face.
The manager popped his head through the door to the parking garage and motioned that their car was ready. Hyukjae led the way out to the awaiting car.
Once they were underway, Hyukjae got out his hand phone. Not wanting to interrupt, and trying desperately to distract his thoughts from the pressure in his pants, Jinki simply stared out the window, and was soon lulled to sleep by the monotony of the passing buildings.
Jinki felt himself being gently shaken awake. “Uri Onew...Jinki-yah, you’re home,” Hyukjae called out sweetly.
“Okay,” Jinki acknowledged with a yawn. Before he could get his bearings, he realized his sunbae was grinning at him, barely containing a giggle.
“How does a punk with no hair have such a huge boner,” Hyukjae blurted out, covering his grin with his hand. Hyukjae could be forward, but he was still easily embarrassed.
“Oh gawd, not again,” Jinki gulped, pulling his shirt over his lap.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hyukjae laughed, not wanting his innocent hoobae to feel too bad. “It’s normal when you’re sleepy.”
“You don’t understand,” Jinki retorted miserably. “It’s a huge problem.”
Hyukjae snorted at the unintentional double entendre.
“Seriously,” Jinki implored him. “I don’t know what to do. It happens all the time. I’ve tried ignoring it, I’ve tried taking care of things before I go out,” he confessed, “but it just pops up at the least convenient times. I don’t even know it’s happening half the time, or I’ll forget to check, but then I’ll see shots from a photo shoot or a public appearance and wonder why nobody said anything. It’s humiliating.”
“It could be worse,” Hyukjae commiserated. “It’s not like you crap your pants on stage or something weird like that. Besides, the noonas probably like it. You know how dirty they can be,” he smirked.
Jinki just made a distressed grunt.
“Come on, I’ll walk you up.”
Jinki exited the car and awkwardly bowed to the driver. Hyukjae threw his arm around Jinki’s shoulder and the two young men rode the elevator up to Jinki’s floor in silence. The way Hyukjae rhythmically caressed Jinki’s shoulder did nothing to calm him -- quite the opposite.
“You did great today,” Hyukjae mentioned as they approached Jinki’s apartment. “It was a good show.”
Jinki gently pulled away from Hyukjae and bowed deeply. “Hyung, thank you for allowing me to work with you.” Jinki was always so earnest and formal in situations like this, which was only one of the many reasons he was so popular with his elders.
Hyukjae couldn’t resist such a sweet kid. He pulled the younger man into a quick hug and then ruffled his hair.
“I’ll see you soon, kiddo,” he waved, walking back to the elevator.
“Goodnight, hyung,” Jinki called out from his doorway, bowing again.
The embrace from his newly-muscled hyung did nothing to calm the storm brewing in his pants, and the news that Kyuhyun had been promoted to the dance line had filled Jinki’s brain with unexpected, uninvited visions of swaying hips and sultry eyes. As he kicked off his shoes, he sent up a silent prayer for some undisturbed private time in the bathroom.
Before he could check if the coast was clear, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
From: Prince Kyu To: Dubu
Jinki-yah, it’s been too long. I miss you.
Hyukjae hyung is pretty perceptive…, thought Jinki.
From: Dubu To: Prince Kyu
Me too, hyung. I hope we can meet soon.
From: Prince Kyu To: Dubu
Hyukkie hyung took care of that already. See you at Sukira. Sleep well.
…and he works fast, too.
Jinki could almost hear Kyuhyun’s smooth, deep voice in his ear: Sleep well. He really needed that “alone time” now and invited the visions in his head into the bathroom with him.
Part Two.