{10.} KyuHyun & ChangMin
Pairing: ChangKyu
Rating: eh… around R-ish
Genre: Romance / Slice of Life
Word Count: 1.910 (officially, this is a mini-oneshot)
Notes: Desire by Y&Y got stuck in my head and I just had to do something with it.
Someone Should Tell (Me)
KyuHyun’s favorite thing about ChangMin is that he is so easy.
Wait, no. That came out wrong.
What KyuHyun means is that being with ChangMin, their friendship, their whatever it is that they have, which might or might not transcend into brotherhood but that’s also really fucked up if you think about it—their life together… well, next to each other at least, is easy.
From the start, everything sort of occurred, naturally. Just a few buzzed kisses on ChangMin’s first ever individual room at his group’s dorm, no strings attached, no pressure, whatever. They kissed because it felt good, and they never really stopped because there was never a time when it didn’t.
It was also convenient. Why go through the hassle of meeting someone you know won’t stick when your buddy is waiting for you in the apartment round the corner?
Don’t get him wrong; there have been girls. Both have dated; beautiful ladies they meet at parties, at work, through friends, through family. They have liked them, even fallen for one or another, and they would keep everything platonic between them during. So there you go.
It’s just that none of the women ever stuck. And after a break up, well. What better way of getting over your ex than hooking up with someone you know so well and trust will always make you feel better? With ChangMin, KyuHyun can’t ever lose.
The feeling is mutual.
And that is the other thing: they have so much goddamn chemistry.
It’s not only the before, the after, so domestic and laid back, which seals the deal—it’s the actual mind-blowing sex they have almost every. single. time.
Although KyuHyun doesn’t mind about ChangMin’s obviously male settings, he doesn’t exactly consider it a perk either. He is not particularly attracted to men, doesn’t think of fucking or kissing them at all. Yet compared to ChangMin, he’s not that crazy about women either.
Mostly… KyuHyun just thinks ChangMin is hella hot.
It helps a lot that he is also smart and witty and sassy and is the only one can truly keep up. In a way, KyuHyun thinks it’s incredibly fortunate they should have met in this crazy-ass industry, unlikely as it was that such intelligent kids would go into singing and dancing for a living. It is in part the ‘friends first’ deal, the fact that they know each other so well, but it’s mostly how from the beginning they have never intended to take it further than what it is. No awkward conversations or silly insecurities standing in the middle of their practical arrangement.
Again, easy.
It feels so natural, pushing a naked ChangMin against a wall and kissing his neck, his shoulders, his back, a whole teasing trail down the tanned skin of his back to that perfect little ass of his, while ChangMin pants and moans, twisting his soft pretty voice into something deliciously filthy.
It’s so easy to submit, letting ChangMin take charge as he fucks KyuHyun’s brains out, bites everywhere he can, leaves angry stinging scratches all over his chest, his sides. It’s easy to start playing something completely unsexy and serious on one of their consoles and end up making out on the carpet, one on top of the other, rubbing their crotches together through their jeans like hormone-driven teenagers.
KyuHyun has never taken any of it for granted, by the way; in his head this is all clearly temporary, a way of passing the time until Love of Life makes her appearance.
Yet there are times, fleeting and scarce but oh-so-there, when they will hold hands in a van ride, or steal some kisses backstage, or shamelessly flirt at a special event, when it it will feel like the blooming of something more.
Like today. ChangMin was supposed to entertain the sister of a friend of a colleague but they hadn’t hit it off at all, and know he’s chatting with HeeChul and SunKyu, and KyuHyun can’t help but admire his nice form wrapped up in a gray suit that’s so flattering it should be illegal.
He joins the group and waits a decent amount of time to borrow ChangMin and take him into one of the many corners of this oddly designed celebrity apartment. The gathering is small, something neither of them would have attended hadn’t it been for the colleague’s friend’s sister, and KyuHyun tagged along just in case the setup went astray (as it did) to entertain ChangMin.
“Hey” he says, smirking. ChangMin’s cheeks sport an alluring blush due to all that champagne, but he is definitely still sober. He smiles back.
“Hey yourself.”
ChangMin bites his lip, looking away and finishing off his glass. He must know, doesn’t he?, how fucking sexy he looks when he plays coy.
“Want to get out of here? My apartment is officially ready for inhabitance.” ChangMin laughs softly, no small amount of affection tinting his chuckles.
Times like this, those are weird. Electricity buzzes between them, like strangers crossing gazes across the bar. Except, KyuHyun already knows how ChangMin’s mouth tastes, how he arches his back when he wants you to move faster, how unbearably hot it feels being inside him. It’s like skipping ten months forward after a third date, but also boiling with desire to discover the body under all that expensively tailored fabric.
And KyuHyun wonders, for perhaps the hundredth time, if this could not possibly be love. If it wouldn’t be easier if it was. He thinks of other celebrity same-sex couples he knows (wait, no, not other. Changmin and him are most certainly not a couple), and although it’s hard he’s seen them manage. Hanging out in group and disguising outings and having secret hideouts where they can go and be themselves. Could ChangMin and him be like that?
ChangMin drives because KyuHyun rode with HeeChul and GunHee, and as Seoul traffic lights fly past them, KyuHyun takes in ChangMin’s calm features, his easy posture behind the wheel. He’s so sexy, so casually elegant. The way his knuckles touch his lips when they stop for red lights, how he runs a hand through his hair in the most nonchalant way possible. His heart quickens but doesn’t pound wildly against his ribcage—what is this sensation he can’t quite place?
There is want, yes, but is there something else? KyuHyun thinks his heart (or perhaps his stomach) should feel a tug or something, when he looks at ChangMin. He should feel some butterflies, some pounding, some nervousness that indicates that love is effectively there, making him act like an idiot (is he, though, acting like an idiot?). Nothing. Although his blood does still boil with the prospect of this late night. It’s like the part of him that loves his best friend and the one that wants to have sex with Shim ChangMin all the fucking time cannot quite connect.
He thinks ahead, pieces the remainder of their night together inside his mind.
As soon as they enter the apartment, he will get ChangMin out of his jacket, ravish his mouth. He will hold his face, bury his fingers in ChangMin’s hair, command the kiss, guide him to submit. They will stumble to bed, removing their clothing, touching all over—KyuHyun will push ChangMin down, not too harsh, just enough so he really feels the mattress beneath him, the softness of the coverlet, the heat and firmness coming from KyuHyun on top of him.
They will kiss so damn much; KyuHyun doesn’t want to stop kissing him, yet he will have to trade mouth for body as he goes down on him. He will suck him off, not to completion—just enough to set the mood right. Then he will open ChangMin up with his mouth, because the power rush of having him writhing on his mattress, slowly going out of his fucking mind, is too good to pass up. They will fuck, hard and fast and intense. ChangMin will look over his shoulder, that haughty look in his eyes as he moans and asks for more. His back is so taught, so perfect—KyuHyun cannot get enough of it. He will bite and kiss and rest his forehead between ChangMin’s shoulder blades as he thrusts with real intent, listening for that subtle breath hitch that will tell him he’s doing the job right. The way ChangMin will try to kiss him in spite of the neck strain will be his other clue.
So good, always.
They will fall asleep next to each other, after, legs intertwined, breaths mingling. That most beautiful sight of a sleepy post-coital ChangMin will be the last thing KyuHyun will see before he surrenders to a dreamless slumber. Perfect.
In the morning, however, ChangMin will probably wake up first and shower, and then try to piece a decent breakfast together from the wasteland that is KyuHyun’s refrigerator. They will talk about work, their new projects, perhaps watch the news or some show rerun. They will joke and then, a little before lunch, ChangMin will say goodbye and go on with his day.
Where does ‘lovers’ really fit into that description? For the life of him, KyuHyun cannot imagine walking hand in hand, pecking in front of friends, going on real dates and celebrating a six month anniversary. So where does that leave them?
“Hey, you’ve been so quiet. I’m getting scared, are you gonna tell me you’re pregnant? Because if that’s the case, dude I think we’re in trouble.” ChangMin turns off the ignition and unbuckles his seatbelt.
“Ha, you wish you’d be having my babies.”
More laughter.
Easy.
They refrain from tarnishing elevator mirrors and behave until they are behind the safety of a closed stalker-proofed door, and there, just as KyuHyun takes his jacket off to place it on the back of a chair, ChangMin embraces him from behind. His arms feel solid and grounding; KyuHyun realizes he fits rather well against ChangMin’s chest. Is it a surprise, at this point?
“Hey” ChangMin repeats, his voice soft but a bit rougher than before, sharp with the promise of sex. KyuHyun shudders slightly. ChangMin’s hands sneak under his shirt, warm against his hotter skin. Fingers squeeze softly, they graze his nipples, and it’s just enough an incentive to give up all his preplanned evening and let ChangMin take charge.
He wonders if ChangMin knows. Is it really possible he doesn’t? Has he noticed, how KyuHyun will sometimes stop to stare, to think? Has he felt anything of the sort? Is he, at times of silence, assaulted by the same structural concerns as KyuHyun is? Should they discuss it? Perhaps it’s better not to know the answers. Part of what makes them great is their worry-free dynamic. And so much of it comes precisely from not overthinking things. Yet… is KyuHyun postponing a talk they should have had already, them being over thirty and all?
“Come, I’m guessing your new mattress needs some softening” ChangMin’s teasing voice really does feel like a touch, just as inviting. It tugs KyuHyun towards the bedroom as tangibly as does ChangMin’s hand on his wrist.
KyuHyun hums, delighted.
Meh, it’s not like they absolutely have to figure out this right now, anyways.
Future KyuHyun might have his work cut out, but present KyuHyun is going to enjoy the now like it’s the last now they will ever encounter together.
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