[fic] Let's Play Telephone
Title: Let's Play Telephone
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: NC17
Pairing: EunHaeBlo? HyukHaeBlo? Actually, it's more like Tablo/Eunhae. XD
Warnings(?): Uhmmm, smut?
Note: And this is totally for madelyn93 too, because... well, I don't know. She's just good like that. XD And because she wanted the pairing-thing. And it didn't turn out quite the way I wanted either. DD: //EDIT// I don't know what's going on with the caps stuff, really. Sorry. D:
A cell phone rings in the quiet darkness of Tablo's living room, but he doesn't notice. There's new songs on his fingertips, new lyrics on the tip of his tongue and he's on a roll. If he stops now, it'll all be dead and silent and he can't lose it.
---
Eunhyuk makes a small face and puts his phone in his pocket. He leans against the wall as the others change out of their performance clothes, his mind still on the way the other line rang and rang and rang. He knows that it was most likely because Tablo was writing or recording, because that's the only time Tablo never answers his phone. He answers during meetings, when he's out with his friends, he's even answered at three in the morning when Eunhyuk was drunk and trying to call Donghae to tell him that he loved him and would he please come get him because the ground looks like the sky and the sky looks like the ground and he's afraid to walk?
It's kind of childish, really, to be sulking just because Tablo doesn't answer his phone.
"It really is."
A voice breaks into his thoughts and he looks up to see Donghae in front of him, looking cozy and comfortable and soft in a worn t-shirt and old jeans and a beanie. He reaches out without thinking, pulls Donghae close to him. "Was I talking out loud? When did you get here?"
"Just now." Donghae lets himself be pulled into a hug, his fingers tight at Eunhyuk's waist. "And yes, you were. You've got such a crush on Tablo, really." His voice is full of laughter.
Eunhyuk frowns, pulls away just slightly. "I do not..."
Except that yes, he kind of does. But that's not something you tell your boyfriend. Eunhyuk knows he's slow on the uptake sometimes, but even he's not that slow. That's something Siwon and Hankyung and Heechul would do, because those three are just weird when it comes to relationships and sex and what is and what is not usually accepted in polite society.
"Hyuk?" Donghae touches his face, and there's a smile on his lips. "I was just kidding. You know." He brushes his mouth against Eunhyuk's, something soft and sweet and secret, and Eunhyuk doesn't think about Tablo because he can't when Donghae has that liquid look in his eyes.
---
Tablo's blinking his eyes and it feels like maybe he's just woken from a coma. The feeling sparks something in his mind and he feels words trying to form but they don't make it. He's surrounded by mountains of paper; he doesn't have much words left in him.
He doesn't quite remember when he started writing, but he does know that the sun is gone and his stomach grumbles and his phone is blinking on the desk across the room because he's missed calls. He takes the stack of papers in front of him, five pages of pure amazing poetry he's not afraid to praise himself for, jewels that came out five packets of loose leaf paper. He paper clips them and places them carefully on his desk, the desk he never uses to write with, and picks up his phone instead.
He heads to the kitchen as he checks his phone: missed calls from Mithra and Tukutz, one each, one from a friend in the States, one from Eunhyuk.
The kitchen is dark, the lights hurt his eyes when he flicks them on. Dinner is cereal, Fruit Loops, because he doesn't feel like anything else, and he stares at Eunhyuk's name on the screen of his cell.
He's really too old for his, isn't he? He's much too old for crushes on boy band members, but what can he do? Nothing really, except for deny it or accept it. And from there on, he can either try to make it happen or watch from far away.
It's taken weeks of introspection for Tablo to come to the conclusion that he can't stop thinking about Eunhyuk if he wants to or not, but that's as far as he can go because he morbidly likes the smiles Eunhyuk and Donghae give each other. Tablo may be a lot of things, some good some bad, but a homewrecker he is not.
So he sits in his empty kitchen and eats his cereal and pushes the button to call Eunhyuk back because he just can't stop himself.
---
"D-Donghae, ah- my phonemmmm-" Eunhyuk's fingers scramble at Donghae's shoulders, his eyes flicker back and forth from the blinking phone to the top of Donghae's dark head.
Donghae looks up at him and Eunhyuk can tell by the way his eyes crinkle that he's smiling. Donghae raises his eyebrows at him, then slowly oh my god slowly, he lets Eunhyuk's cock slip out of his mouth with a soft wet noise. Eunhyuk shudders, his fingers jerk.
"Answer it." Donghae grins at him, runs his tongue over the head of Eunhyuk's cock. "It'll be fun."
Eunhyuk wants to protest, but Donghae's not looking at him or talking anymore because his mouth is filled -how's he supposed to think like this?- and Eunhyuk's hand hits the nightstand as he grabs the phone.
"H-Hello?" His voice is breathless, and he has to bite down hard on his lips because Donghae looks up at him then takes him all the way down his throat.
"Eunhyuk?"
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
Donghae looks down for a second, focuses, sucks and licks and grips with fingers. Then he looks up at Eunhyuk, runs his fingers just across Eunhyuk’s entrance.
"Taaaaaablo-hyung?" Tablo's name ends as a squeak. He wants to ask what's up but Donghae's sucking hard and Eunhyuk's knees have started to shake.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I missed your call- are okay? You sound out of breath."
"Y-Yes, I'm fine, I was just- shit!" Eunhyuk stays down at Donghae with wide eyes because Donghae's slipped a couple of fingers into him and it burns and feels like heaven at the same time. Donghae's still sucking on his cock, using his tongue to do something- Eunhyuk can't concentrate and God- Donghae's looking up at him with dark dark eyes that promise everything and Eunhyuk can't do this anymore.
He grips the phone in his hand, thinks maybe Tablo's calling his name, but all he can do is rush out "Hyung, I'm in the middle of something right now, can I -God!- call you back? Okay, thanks" and throws the phone across the room. He's just in time, because Donghae chooses then to twist his fingers and press up and suck down and Eunhyuk's cussing and letting out small cries as he cums.
---
Tablo stares at his cereal because what else is there to stare at? and he thinks that he should hang up the phone, because Eunhyuk's forgotten to.
He hears Eunhyuk's breathless, rushed last words, then a thud, and now he's listening to heavy breathing before there's a sudden stream of cusses and moans and "DonghaeDonghaeDonghae" in his ear.
Tablo's knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the table. He's never gotten this hard this quick, and this is seriously fucking wrong, and Daniel, hang up the phone.
But his fingers don't move, not even as he imagines his ninth grade math teacher with the mole on her cheek that had a single hair curling from it and smelled like cat piss. All he can hear are the gasps of air on the other side of the line, and they match the pounding of his heart.
There's voices again, soft and tinny.
"Does this count as phone sex?" Donghae's voice.
"I don't think so?" Eunhyuk is panting slightly, sentences longer than usual. "I think the person on the other line... needs to know... what's going on and I can't believe... you made me answer the phone..."
Donghae laughs. "Its okay~"
"It is not... What if he knew? Oh God, I'm never going to be able to look at Tablo again..." Eunhyuk's voice has that tone that Tablo knows, and he can imagine the flush of his cheeks as he hides his face in his hands.
Donghae just laughs again. "Don't be paranoid. Go to sleep, you have to wake up early tomorrow."
Eunhyuk sighs. "God, okay."
There's silence for a moment. "Donghae? Love you..." Eunhyuk's voice is soft and sleepy and conjures up images of warm cotton sheets and half-lidded eyes.
"Love you too..." Donghae's voice is just as soft, sweet.
Tablo thinks that maybe this is enough to go to hell for. His heart is beating faster and faster but he's not hard anymore because listening to Eunhyuk and Donghae being sweet and loving makes his heart clench in a way he doesn't like to think about.
There's only silence, and Tablo's finally about to hang up when there's talking again.
"Tablo-hyung? Still there? Did you hear him?" Soft laughter. "I was hoping he didn't hang up when he threw the phone... He sounds really good when he cums, hmmm? Next time, you should come over... Sweet dreams." Laughter again, and the line goes finally and totally dead.
Tablo accidentally drops his phone in his cereal.
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: NC17
Pairing: EunHaeBlo? HyukHaeBlo? Actually, it's more like Tablo/Eunhae. XD
Warnings(?): Uhmmm, smut?
Note: And this is totally for madelyn93 too, because... well, I don't know. She's just good like that. XD And because she wanted the pairing-thing. And it didn't turn out quite the way I wanted either. DD: //EDIT// I don't know what's going on with the caps stuff, really. Sorry. D:
A cell phone rings in the quiet darkness of Tablo's living room, but he doesn't notice. There's new songs on his fingertips, new lyrics on the tip of his tongue and he's on a roll. If he stops now, it'll all be dead and silent and he can't lose it.
---
Eunhyuk makes a small face and puts his phone in his pocket. He leans against the wall as the others change out of their performance clothes, his mind still on the way the other line rang and rang and rang. He knows that it was most likely because Tablo was writing or recording, because that's the only time Tablo never answers his phone. He answers during meetings, when he's out with his friends, he's even answered at three in the morning when Eunhyuk was drunk and trying to call Donghae to tell him that he loved him and would he please come get him because the ground looks like the sky and the sky looks like the ground and he's afraid to walk?
It's kind of childish, really, to be sulking just because Tablo doesn't answer his phone.
"It really is."
A voice breaks into his thoughts and he looks up to see Donghae in front of him, looking cozy and comfortable and soft in a worn t-shirt and old jeans and a beanie. He reaches out without thinking, pulls Donghae close to him. "Was I talking out loud? When did you get here?"
"Just now." Donghae lets himself be pulled into a hug, his fingers tight at Eunhyuk's waist. "And yes, you were. You've got such a crush on Tablo, really." His voice is full of laughter.
Eunhyuk frowns, pulls away just slightly. "I do not..."
Except that yes, he kind of does. But that's not something you tell your boyfriend. Eunhyuk knows he's slow on the uptake sometimes, but even he's not that slow. That's something Siwon and Hankyung and Heechul would do, because those three are just weird when it comes to relationships and sex and what is and what is not usually accepted in polite society.
"Hyuk?" Donghae touches his face, and there's a smile on his lips. "I was just kidding. You know." He brushes his mouth against Eunhyuk's, something soft and sweet and secret, and Eunhyuk doesn't think about Tablo because he can't when Donghae has that liquid look in his eyes.
---
Tablo's blinking his eyes and it feels like maybe he's just woken from a coma. The feeling sparks something in his mind and he feels words trying to form but they don't make it. He's surrounded by mountains of paper; he doesn't have much words left in him.
He doesn't quite remember when he started writing, but he does know that the sun is gone and his stomach grumbles and his phone is blinking on the desk across the room because he's missed calls. He takes the stack of papers in front of him, five pages of pure amazing poetry he's not afraid to praise himself for, jewels that came out five packets of loose leaf paper. He paper clips them and places them carefully on his desk, the desk he never uses to write with, and picks up his phone instead.
He heads to the kitchen as he checks his phone: missed calls from Mithra and Tukutz, one each, one from a friend in the States, one from Eunhyuk.
The kitchen is dark, the lights hurt his eyes when he flicks them on. Dinner is cereal, Fruit Loops, because he doesn't feel like anything else, and he stares at Eunhyuk's name on the screen of his cell.
He's really too old for his, isn't he? He's much too old for crushes on boy band members, but what can he do? Nothing really, except for deny it or accept it. And from there on, he can either try to make it happen or watch from far away.
It's taken weeks of introspection for Tablo to come to the conclusion that he can't stop thinking about Eunhyuk if he wants to or not, but that's as far as he can go because he morbidly likes the smiles Eunhyuk and Donghae give each other. Tablo may be a lot of things, some good some bad, but a homewrecker he is not.
So he sits in his empty kitchen and eats his cereal and pushes the button to call Eunhyuk back because he just can't stop himself.
---
"D-Donghae, ah- my phonemmmm-" Eunhyuk's fingers scramble at Donghae's shoulders, his eyes flicker back and forth from the blinking phone to the top of Donghae's dark head.
Donghae looks up at him and Eunhyuk can tell by the way his eyes crinkle that he's smiling. Donghae raises his eyebrows at him, then slowly oh my god slowly, he lets Eunhyuk's cock slip out of his mouth with a soft wet noise. Eunhyuk shudders, his fingers jerk.
"Answer it." Donghae grins at him, runs his tongue over the head of Eunhyuk's cock. "It'll be fun."
Eunhyuk wants to protest, but Donghae's not looking at him or talking anymore because his mouth is filled -how's he supposed to think like this?- and Eunhyuk's hand hits the nightstand as he grabs the phone.
"H-Hello?" His voice is breathless, and he has to bite down hard on his lips because Donghae looks up at him then takes him all the way down his throat.
"Eunhyuk?"
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
Donghae looks down for a second, focuses, sucks and licks and grips with fingers. Then he looks up at Eunhyuk, runs his fingers just across Eunhyuk’s entrance.
"Taaaaaablo-hyung?" Tablo's name ends as a squeak. He wants to ask what's up but Donghae's sucking hard and Eunhyuk's knees have started to shake.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I missed your call- are okay? You sound out of breath."
"Y-Yes, I'm fine, I was just- shit!" Eunhyuk stays down at Donghae with wide eyes because Donghae's slipped a couple of fingers into him and it burns and feels like heaven at the same time. Donghae's still sucking on his cock, using his tongue to do something- Eunhyuk can't concentrate and God- Donghae's looking up at him with dark dark eyes that promise everything and Eunhyuk can't do this anymore.
He grips the phone in his hand, thinks maybe Tablo's calling his name, but all he can do is rush out "Hyung, I'm in the middle of something right now, can I -God!- call you back? Okay, thanks" and throws the phone across the room. He's just in time, because Donghae chooses then to twist his fingers and press up and suck down and Eunhyuk's cussing and letting out small cries as he cums.
---
Tablo stares at his cereal because what else is there to stare at? and he thinks that he should hang up the phone, because Eunhyuk's forgotten to.
He hears Eunhyuk's breathless, rushed last words, then a thud, and now he's listening to heavy breathing before there's a sudden stream of cusses and moans and "DonghaeDonghaeDonghae" in his ear.
Tablo's knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the table. He's never gotten this hard this quick, and this is seriously fucking wrong, and Daniel, hang up the phone.
But his fingers don't move, not even as he imagines his ninth grade math teacher with the mole on her cheek that had a single hair curling from it and smelled like cat piss. All he can hear are the gasps of air on the other side of the line, and they match the pounding of his heart.
There's voices again, soft and tinny.
"Does this count as phone sex?" Donghae's voice.
"I don't think so?" Eunhyuk is panting slightly, sentences longer than usual. "I think the person on the other line... needs to know... what's going on and I can't believe... you made me answer the phone..."
Donghae laughs. "Its okay~"
"It is not... What if he knew? Oh God, I'm never going to be able to look at Tablo again..." Eunhyuk's voice has that tone that Tablo knows, and he can imagine the flush of his cheeks as he hides his face in his hands.
Donghae just laughs again. "Don't be paranoid. Go to sleep, you have to wake up early tomorrow."
Eunhyuk sighs. "God, okay."
There's silence for a moment. "Donghae? Love you..." Eunhyuk's voice is soft and sleepy and conjures up images of warm cotton sheets and half-lidded eyes.
"Love you too..." Donghae's voice is just as soft, sweet.
Tablo thinks that maybe this is enough to go to hell for. His heart is beating faster and faster but he's not hard anymore because listening to Eunhyuk and Donghae being sweet and loving makes his heart clench in a way he doesn't like to think about.
There's only silence, and Tablo's finally about to hang up when there's talking again.
"Tablo-hyung? Still there? Did you hear him?" Soft laughter. "I was hoping he didn't hang up when he threw the phone... He sounds really good when he cums, hmmm? Next time, you should come over... Sweet dreams." Laughter again, and the line goes finally and totally dead.
Tablo accidentally drops his phone in his cereal.