[fic] #97 Glasses - KangTeuk
Title: 097. Glasses
Rating: R for language and some soft smut
Pairing: WC - KangTeuk
Archive: 018/100
Notes: In which Kangin finds a hole in the camera's lens. A bit of a stretch for the challenge, but I was thinking about the prompt while writing it. actually, i was more thinking about Eeteuk with glasses, because, omgwth lafjasldjf HOT
They're at camp and it's so fucking HARD not to wrap his arms around Eeteuk's waist when they're in bed together. The cameras are rolling and they're supposed to be just Eeteuk and Kangin, the semi-straight boys of Super Junior. What they are, however, is just a bit more. They are lovers and it takes all of Kangin's self-restraint not to have his way with Eeteuk every night, despite Sungmin being right there in between them. The other boys, too, could walk right in, but it doesn't matter. They're all grown-ups anyway and god had he never felt so deprived.
"Don't even try, Kangin." Eeteuk warns sleepily from under blankets when he feels Kangin press insistently into his side. Kangin knows that Eeteuk's been feeling under the weather since they came here, but damn would he have to suffer for their stupid schedule?
It takes two days--the days when the children are there--to find all the cameras and the hole where he can slam Eeteuk up against the wall and have his way with him. And he does, four days into their sentence, practically sucking the breath out of the elder when all had gone to sleep and he'd made up the excuse that he's going to the bathroom and 'Eeteuk, you should go to the bathroom too.'
It's not the best story, but it buys them at least five minutes away from the scrutiny of the glass lens that follows them everywhere.
"Jungsu..." Kangin breaths against hot skin and he elicits a small gasp from the elder that is muffled against the back of a hand.
"Youngwoon..." is moaned back and Kangin is already slipping a hand under the fabric of Eeteuk's newspaper print pajamas. "Youngwo--Kangin!" Kangin growls into Eeteuk's skin, stilling the protesting hands by slamming them against the wall as he marks a piece of flesh he knows will be safely covered by Eeteuk's clothing come morning. It wouldn't be good if the camera saw because there were only boys in the house and it would be a dead give away. "Kangin, s-stop..." Kangin frowns but continues to suck on that spot until it becomes a blotchy red, moving to another sensitive area to continue his exploration. He hates when Eeteuk uses that name with him in private. It was like he was putting on the masks again. Masks where masks didn't belong. Not when he has Eeteuk in his arms and hands in his pants. "S-stop...W-wait. Stop!"
But Kangin doesn't hear him, only continues to map out Eeteuk's skin with the palm of his hand. It's been too long and too many schedules and he's really not in the mood to argue with Eeteuk. All he wants is to feel that pliable body against his in ways that isn't decent for the nightly viewers.
He remembers briefly, as he nips and sucks and draws out a melody of curses and gasps, an American movie about something like this. Private life made into a 24hr TV show. That is what his life is. A TV show.
But this--this isn't meant for TV. It isn't meant for the eyes of the audience. This is only meant for him.
"Youngwoon--" Eeteuk's voice hitches as Kangin slides so neatly into him, preparation by-passed as passion overtakes them; need coming before comfort. Eeteuk doesn't mind and is used to this pain and welcomes it as he welcomes Kangin into his arms, legs hitched up as he's pinned to the wall and taken roughly, biting moans into Kangin's shoulder.
They shudder through their release together, eyes close and breath ragged as Eeteuk falls back down onto shaky legs and wobbly knees. The wall is their pillar of strength as they take a moment to compose themselves.
"Youngwoon..." Eeteuk sighs, arms around the other's midsection. He winces when he realizes there is sticky things in places that aren't supposed to be sticky. "I need to get cleaned up."
"You do that." Kangin nods, but doesn't move from his place leaning on Eeteuk.
"Kangin." The masks are back up and Kangin groans as he moves, Eeteuk slipping into the bathroom and leaving Kangin and the wall alone.
Minutes later finds them back, snuggled in bed with Sungmin shifting in between them. "Feel better?" is the sleepy question and Kangin just squeezes Sungmin around the waist and mutters something about going back to sleep.
Omo. I wrote ghei!sex. It's been a while >.< *cue 'Like a Virgin'*
Rating: R for language and some soft smut
Pairing: WC - KangTeuk
Archive: 018/100
Notes: In which Kangin finds a hole in the camera's lens. A bit of a stretch for the challenge, but I was thinking about the prompt while writing it. actually, i was more thinking about Eeteuk with glasses, because, omgwth lafjasldjf HOT
They're at camp and it's so fucking HARD not to wrap his arms around Eeteuk's waist when they're in bed together. The cameras are rolling and they're supposed to be just Eeteuk and Kangin, the semi-straight boys of Super Junior. What they are, however, is just a bit more. They are lovers and it takes all of Kangin's self-restraint not to have his way with Eeteuk every night, despite Sungmin being right there in between them. The other boys, too, could walk right in, but it doesn't matter. They're all grown-ups anyway and god had he never felt so deprived.
"Don't even try, Kangin." Eeteuk warns sleepily from under blankets when he feels Kangin press insistently into his side. Kangin knows that Eeteuk's been feeling under the weather since they came here, but damn would he have to suffer for their stupid schedule?
It takes two days--the days when the children are there--to find all the cameras and the hole where he can slam Eeteuk up against the wall and have his way with him. And he does, four days into their sentence, practically sucking the breath out of the elder when all had gone to sleep and he'd made up the excuse that he's going to the bathroom and 'Eeteuk, you should go to the bathroom too.'
It's not the best story, but it buys them at least five minutes away from the scrutiny of the glass lens that follows them everywhere.
"Jungsu..." Kangin breaths against hot skin and he elicits a small gasp from the elder that is muffled against the back of a hand.
"Youngwoon..." is moaned back and Kangin is already slipping a hand under the fabric of Eeteuk's newspaper print pajamas. "Youngwo--Kangin!" Kangin growls into Eeteuk's skin, stilling the protesting hands by slamming them against the wall as he marks a piece of flesh he knows will be safely covered by Eeteuk's clothing come morning. It wouldn't be good if the camera saw because there were only boys in the house and it would be a dead give away. "Kangin, s-stop..." Kangin frowns but continues to suck on that spot until it becomes a blotchy red, moving to another sensitive area to continue his exploration. He hates when Eeteuk uses that name with him in private. It was like he was putting on the masks again. Masks where masks didn't belong. Not when he has Eeteuk in his arms and hands in his pants. "S-stop...W-wait. Stop!"
But Kangin doesn't hear him, only continues to map out Eeteuk's skin with the palm of his hand. It's been too long and too many schedules and he's really not in the mood to argue with Eeteuk. All he wants is to feel that pliable body against his in ways that isn't decent for the nightly viewers.
He remembers briefly, as he nips and sucks and draws out a melody of curses and gasps, an American movie about something like this. Private life made into a 24hr TV show. That is what his life is. A TV show.
But this--this isn't meant for TV. It isn't meant for the eyes of the audience. This is only meant for him.
"Youngwoon--" Eeteuk's voice hitches as Kangin slides so neatly into him, preparation by-passed as passion overtakes them; need coming before comfort. Eeteuk doesn't mind and is used to this pain and welcomes it as he welcomes Kangin into his arms, legs hitched up as he's pinned to the wall and taken roughly, biting moans into Kangin's shoulder.
They shudder through their release together, eyes close and breath ragged as Eeteuk falls back down onto shaky legs and wobbly knees. The wall is their pillar of strength as they take a moment to compose themselves.
"Youngwoon..." Eeteuk sighs, arms around the other's midsection. He winces when he realizes there is sticky things in places that aren't supposed to be sticky. "I need to get cleaned up."
"You do that." Kangin nods, but doesn't move from his place leaning on Eeteuk.
"Kangin." The masks are back up and Kangin groans as he moves, Eeteuk slipping into the bathroom and leaving Kangin and the wall alone.
Minutes later finds them back, snuggled in bed with Sungmin shifting in between them. "Feel better?" is the sleepy question and Kangin just squeezes Sungmin around the waist and mutters something about going back to sleep.
Omo. I wrote ghei!sex. It's been a while >.< *cue 'Like a Virgin'*