.014 100! Suju Fics Challenge *HOME*
Author: Ivelle
Pairing: Heechul/Donghae
Rating: R (second of sexualness.. and Heechul's sailor mouth)
Summary: Donghae gets homesick and Heechul f------ hates it.
Do enjoy this story that was also quite.. hard to write.
Donghae missed home. He hated those long spans of times he’d have to endure without seeing his family. That was the only thing he hated about being in an internationally known pop group. It was even harder too as his mother was also working hard, so the time to call her was very limited. He couldn’t help but let the sadness get to him at times.
Heechul hated Donghae. When he went through those spells of moping around at least. It was annoying to see someone acting so dejected. Those constant sighs of wistfulness as he huddled up on the couch, staring at the television blankly. Or those times at the table where he would poke aimlessly at his food. Heechul just wanted to slap him. But since he couldn’t resort to violence all the time, he just used his words.
“Yo, are your pants too tight? Take that look off your face,” he ordered from his chair at the table, staring directly at Donghae.
Donghae blinked and looked up, wondering who Heechul was talking to. Yet seeing the older one focused on him, he frowned more furrowing his eyebrows as he went back to swishing his spoon in his bowl.
“Aish,” Heechul shook his head. “Don’t just ignore me. I said stop looking like there’s no room in your shorts.”
“I’m not hungry,” Donghae said in response, standing up from the table. He left his bowl untouched, leaving the kitchen.
Eunhyuk immediately slid the neglected bowl of soup towards himself, deciding food should not be wasted.
Heechul scowled shaking his head. “What the hell is his problem?”
~*~*~
Shindong had surfed through all the channels. “Ah nothing’s on.” He tossed the remote on the couch, going to find something else to entertain him.
Donghae just sat there, not bothering to touch the remote. He just left it on some daytime talk show. It didn’t matter though as his mind was on other things. He wished he could see his mother. Months and months had passed since he had seen her face.
Heechul was heading for the kitchen when he spotted a familiar mess of hair. He changed his direction, flopping down on the couch next to Donghae. “What the hell is this?” He frowned in distaste picking up the remote and scrolling through the channels. He settled on some game show that looked decent enough.
Donghae sighed.
Heechul’s lips twitched in annoyance.
Donghae sighed again.
“Can you stop that? It’s getting on my nerves.”
“Stop what?”
Heechul sighed dramatically, then sighed again. “Stop that.”
Donghae bit his bottom lip, his eyes narrowing slightly, as he stood up from the couch. “I have to use the bathroom.”
Heechul watched from the corner of his eye as Donghae left the room. What a whimpering annoying little bitch, Heechul thought.
*~*~*
Donghae had just hung up his phone. He tried calling his house but no one had answered. He sank further under his bed covers. Maybe he could beg their manager to let him visit his family for just one day.
And what the hell was Heechul’s problem. He always had to say something with that unbearably large mouth of his. Didn’t he know when the fuck to shut up? Donghae swore the next time some snide comment came from his hyung he’d make him shut up.
Suddenly his phone began to ring and he perked up, sitting up frantically. “Umma!” he nearly shouted as he picked it up… however the voice on the other side was certainly not his real mother’s. It was Leeteuk’s reminding him not to forget he was supposed to appear on Sukira later that day.
As he was leaving the dorm, he saw Heechul walking past with a bowl of noodles. Before Heechul could say anything Donghae shot him a haughty glare before rushing past, slamming the front door shut.
Heechul stood there staring at the unfortunate door. The tiniest smile of amusement flickered on his lips, and he shook his head, shoving some noodles into his mouth going back to his room. Very interesting…
*~*~*
Donghae returned from the radio station. He was exhausted and wanted to do nothing but take a nap. But that was after he took a shower. There was no one in the bathroom thankfully so he bustled to his room, rummaging to get some comfy clothes. However when he went back to the bathroom he saw it was now occupied. Oh joy. He leaned against the opposite wall and waited for whoever to finish.
Ten minutes later…
He could hear a shower running by now and he only groaned in irritation. He knocked on the door to at least tell the person that he was waiting for the shower so they better hurry up. But no one fucking responded.
Donghae twisted the knob but it was locked. He then pounded on the door louder but could only hear the water continuing to run. In the midst of his anger, he launched himself at the door. Utterly not to his expectations, the door flew open and he stumbled to the floor on his knees. After the shock subsided, he gazed up, his eyes slowly spotting the pink cloth towel that was loosely hanging off slim hips. Further up a flat stomach adorned with translucent water droplets caused his eyes to widen more and he skipped all the way up to see that annoyed stare.
“Can’t I take a shower in peace? What the fuck do you want? A peep show?” he was leering down at Donghae who was still in that position of what Heechul would hysterically call ‘submission’.
Donghae’s eyes narrowed at Heechul’s ridiculous inquiries. “I’m tired as hell and just want a shower. So could you please hurry hyung.” He stood up grabbing his clothes he had dropped and hastily left the bathroom, actually quite embarassed.
Heechul peeked out the doorway, watching Donghae’s form. He should have just suggested that Donghae take a shower with him.
*~*~*
Days had passed since the bathroom episode.
Donghae had asked the manager if he could see his family, and was almost immediately denied. He was more depressed than usual now, refusing to even leave his room.
Heechul was utterly sick of it. It made him even more mad when none of the other members bothered to drag the damn boy out. He supposed it was up to him.
Heechul went to open the door to Donghae’s room but of course it was locked. After knocking on the door several times with no audible replies, he began to yell, “Open the door Donghae! Stop acting like some sad little shit.”
In mid-knock, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Donghae, looking especially distressed. Donghae did not want to deal with this shit anymore. “What do you want?” Donghae meakly asked, getting ready to slam the door shut if necessary.
“Wipe that fucking frown off your face,” Heechul hissed out in a rough command, suddenly shoving Donghae hard against the wall.
Donghae briefly cried out as his head slammed back, but it was quickly muffled as his mouth was enveloped into a searing, demanding kiss. His hands immediately shot up to grip into Heechul’s shoulders trying to push him away, but a hot tongue was licking at his lips, pressing for entry.
Heechul was not letting the other escape. He had always found Donghae undeniably attractive, but he never had the desire to actually fuck the other until recently. Those random flashes of anger in the other’s eyes and especially that incident where he had fallen into the bathroom. Heechul just wanted to know if that incensed anger would reveal itself in Donghae’s sexual antics.
Donghae felt slender hands dip down to his lower back where they stealthily slid underneath the fabric. He finally parted his lips though as those hands wandering over him only sent pleasant shivers. He had no idea why the hell Heechul was doing this, but this was the best he had felt in a long time. As soon as Heechul’s tongue probed at his in a hard caress, Donghae heard a moan rush from his throat. His own hands had began to work on undoing those increasingly annoying buttons. He would just rip open the shirt if he knew Heechul wouldn’t flip out.
Heechul abruptly interrupted Donghae’s nagging task, yanking the other off the wall. Without care, he pushed Donghae backwards onto the bed, a grin widening as he saw the other tumble on the mattress. “Let me do this,” Heechul shook his head at his barely undone garment.
Donghae recovered, and his eyes lit up with an ardent anticipation, observing how Heechul’s hands swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. In the excitement, Donghae hurriedly discarded his own shirt, and his hands slightly shook as he fumbled with his pants. When he got them open he rapidly kicked them off to the floor.
Heechul softly laughed at the scene. Seriously, it was as if Donghae was more excited than he was. “Slow down.. do you want this over in two minutes?”
Donghae returned Heechul’s remark with a smirk. “It’ll only be over that soon if you’re old self can’t last.”
Yes. That was the fucking Donghae he wanted.
*~*~*
“Oh-uhn!” Donghae sputtered out from the surmounting pleasure as his third orgasm massively invaded his body. It had been well over two minutes. In fact he would estimate almost two hours. His body was slicked with hot, well earned sweat.
Heechul’s whole body was heaving as he finally felt the full drain of awesome sex. He’s had two orgasms before in one round, but never three. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto Donghae who grunted, but was too weak and lazy now to push Heechul off.
“That was… amazing,” Donghae barely breathed out.
Heechul lifted his head to gaze at Donghae’s face. He saw a thriving smile on the younger male’s face, as damp hair twisted in all directions and even stuck to his forehead.
A small smile had risen on Heechul’s face too. “See now you’re smiling. No more fucking frowns.”
Donghae peered at Heechul with a very mischevious smirk. “Or else what?”
“Or else we’ll have to do this again.”
Donghae frowned.
THE END.
Er.. I actually was going to have a big smut scene… but I decided to save the smut for another couple. Hope you still enjoyed it even if I really had no idea how to approach this theme without being TOOO cheesy. But pepperjack cheese is good.
Pairing: Heechul/Donghae
Rating: R (second of sexualness.. and Heechul's sailor mouth)
Summary: Donghae gets homesick and Heechul f------ hates it.
Do enjoy this story that was also quite.. hard to write.
Donghae missed home. He hated those long spans of times he’d have to endure without seeing his family. That was the only thing he hated about being in an internationally known pop group. It was even harder too as his mother was also working hard, so the time to call her was very limited. He couldn’t help but let the sadness get to him at times.
Heechul hated Donghae. When he went through those spells of moping around at least. It was annoying to see someone acting so dejected. Those constant sighs of wistfulness as he huddled up on the couch, staring at the television blankly. Or those times at the table where he would poke aimlessly at his food. Heechul just wanted to slap him. But since he couldn’t resort to violence all the time, he just used his words.
“Yo, are your pants too tight? Take that look off your face,” he ordered from his chair at the table, staring directly at Donghae.
Donghae blinked and looked up, wondering who Heechul was talking to. Yet seeing the older one focused on him, he frowned more furrowing his eyebrows as he went back to swishing his spoon in his bowl.
“Aish,” Heechul shook his head. “Don’t just ignore me. I said stop looking like there’s no room in your shorts.”
“I’m not hungry,” Donghae said in response, standing up from the table. He left his bowl untouched, leaving the kitchen.
Eunhyuk immediately slid the neglected bowl of soup towards himself, deciding food should not be wasted.
Heechul scowled shaking his head. “What the hell is his problem?”
~*~*~
Shindong had surfed through all the channels. “Ah nothing’s on.” He tossed the remote on the couch, going to find something else to entertain him.
Donghae just sat there, not bothering to touch the remote. He just left it on some daytime talk show. It didn’t matter though as his mind was on other things. He wished he could see his mother. Months and months had passed since he had seen her face.
Heechul was heading for the kitchen when he spotted a familiar mess of hair. He changed his direction, flopping down on the couch next to Donghae. “What the hell is this?” He frowned in distaste picking up the remote and scrolling through the channels. He settled on some game show that looked decent enough.
Donghae sighed.
Heechul’s lips twitched in annoyance.
Donghae sighed again.
“Can you stop that? It’s getting on my nerves.”
“Stop what?”
Heechul sighed dramatically, then sighed again. “Stop that.”
Donghae bit his bottom lip, his eyes narrowing slightly, as he stood up from the couch. “I have to use the bathroom.”
Heechul watched from the corner of his eye as Donghae left the room. What a whimpering annoying little bitch, Heechul thought.
*~*~*
Donghae had just hung up his phone. He tried calling his house but no one had answered. He sank further under his bed covers. Maybe he could beg their manager to let him visit his family for just one day.
And what the hell was Heechul’s problem. He always had to say something with that unbearably large mouth of his. Didn’t he know when the fuck to shut up? Donghae swore the next time some snide comment came from his hyung he’d make him shut up.
Suddenly his phone began to ring and he perked up, sitting up frantically. “Umma!” he nearly shouted as he picked it up… however the voice on the other side was certainly not his real mother’s. It was Leeteuk’s reminding him not to forget he was supposed to appear on Sukira later that day.
As he was leaving the dorm, he saw Heechul walking past with a bowl of noodles. Before Heechul could say anything Donghae shot him a haughty glare before rushing past, slamming the front door shut.
Heechul stood there staring at the unfortunate door. The tiniest smile of amusement flickered on his lips, and he shook his head, shoving some noodles into his mouth going back to his room. Very interesting…
*~*~*
Donghae returned from the radio station. He was exhausted and wanted to do nothing but take a nap. But that was after he took a shower. There was no one in the bathroom thankfully so he bustled to his room, rummaging to get some comfy clothes. However when he went back to the bathroom he saw it was now occupied. Oh joy. He leaned against the opposite wall and waited for whoever to finish.
Ten minutes later…
He could hear a shower running by now and he only groaned in irritation. He knocked on the door to at least tell the person that he was waiting for the shower so they better hurry up. But no one fucking responded.
Donghae twisted the knob but it was locked. He then pounded on the door louder but could only hear the water continuing to run. In the midst of his anger, he launched himself at the door. Utterly not to his expectations, the door flew open and he stumbled to the floor on his knees. After the shock subsided, he gazed up, his eyes slowly spotting the pink cloth towel that was loosely hanging off slim hips. Further up a flat stomach adorned with translucent water droplets caused his eyes to widen more and he skipped all the way up to see that annoyed stare.
“Can’t I take a shower in peace? What the fuck do you want? A peep show?” he was leering down at Donghae who was still in that position of what Heechul would hysterically call ‘submission’.
Donghae’s eyes narrowed at Heechul’s ridiculous inquiries. “I’m tired as hell and just want a shower. So could you please hurry hyung.” He stood up grabbing his clothes he had dropped and hastily left the bathroom, actually quite embarassed.
Heechul peeked out the doorway, watching Donghae’s form. He should have just suggested that Donghae take a shower with him.
*~*~*
Days had passed since the bathroom episode.
Donghae had asked the manager if he could see his family, and was almost immediately denied. He was more depressed than usual now, refusing to even leave his room.
Heechul was utterly sick of it. It made him even more mad when none of the other members bothered to drag the damn boy out. He supposed it was up to him.
Heechul went to open the door to Donghae’s room but of course it was locked. After knocking on the door several times with no audible replies, he began to yell, “Open the door Donghae! Stop acting like some sad little shit.”
In mid-knock, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Donghae, looking especially distressed. Donghae did not want to deal with this shit anymore. “What do you want?” Donghae meakly asked, getting ready to slam the door shut if necessary.
“Wipe that fucking frown off your face,” Heechul hissed out in a rough command, suddenly shoving Donghae hard against the wall.
Donghae briefly cried out as his head slammed back, but it was quickly muffled as his mouth was enveloped into a searing, demanding kiss. His hands immediately shot up to grip into Heechul’s shoulders trying to push him away, but a hot tongue was licking at his lips, pressing for entry.
Heechul was not letting the other escape. He had always found Donghae undeniably attractive, but he never had the desire to actually fuck the other until recently. Those random flashes of anger in the other’s eyes and especially that incident where he had fallen into the bathroom. Heechul just wanted to know if that incensed anger would reveal itself in Donghae’s sexual antics.
Donghae felt slender hands dip down to his lower back where they stealthily slid underneath the fabric. He finally parted his lips though as those hands wandering over him only sent pleasant shivers. He had no idea why the hell Heechul was doing this, but this was the best he had felt in a long time. As soon as Heechul’s tongue probed at his in a hard caress, Donghae heard a moan rush from his throat. His own hands had began to work on undoing those increasingly annoying buttons. He would just rip open the shirt if he knew Heechul wouldn’t flip out.
Heechul abruptly interrupted Donghae’s nagging task, yanking the other off the wall. Without care, he pushed Donghae backwards onto the bed, a grin widening as he saw the other tumble on the mattress. “Let me do this,” Heechul shook his head at his barely undone garment.
Donghae recovered, and his eyes lit up with an ardent anticipation, observing how Heechul’s hands swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. In the excitement, Donghae hurriedly discarded his own shirt, and his hands slightly shook as he fumbled with his pants. When he got them open he rapidly kicked them off to the floor.
Heechul softly laughed at the scene. Seriously, it was as if Donghae was more excited than he was. “Slow down.. do you want this over in two minutes?”
Donghae returned Heechul’s remark with a smirk. “It’ll only be over that soon if you’re old self can’t last.”
Yes. That was the fucking Donghae he wanted.
*~*~*
“Oh-uhn!” Donghae sputtered out from the surmounting pleasure as his third orgasm massively invaded his body. It had been well over two minutes. In fact he would estimate almost two hours. His body was slicked with hot, well earned sweat.
Heechul’s whole body was heaving as he finally felt the full drain of awesome sex. He’s had two orgasms before in one round, but never three. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto Donghae who grunted, but was too weak and lazy now to push Heechul off.
“That was… amazing,” Donghae barely breathed out.
Heechul lifted his head to gaze at Donghae’s face. He saw a thriving smile on the younger male’s face, as damp hair twisted in all directions and even stuck to his forehead.
A small smile had risen on Heechul’s face too. “See now you’re smiling. No more fucking frowns.”
Donghae peered at Heechul with a very mischevious smirk. “Or else what?”
“Or else we’ll have to do this again.”
Donghae frowned.
THE END.
Er.. I actually was going to have a big smut scene… but I decided to save the smut for another couple. Hope you still enjoyed it even if I really had no idea how to approach this theme without being TOOO cheesy. But pepperjack cheese is good.