The Fight About Nothing, Chapter Eleven
Title: The Fight About Nothing
Author: aquariuslover
Pairing: KyuWook
Rating: R
Genre: Friendship, Love
Beta: unicornsinger
Summary: This is a completely fictional tale about the thin line between love and friendship, and how easily that line can become blurred.
TFAN Chapters
“I don’t know what it would have hurt if they took me out for one cigarette? I’m already dying from lung cancer,” Ryeowook’s grandmother complained as the nurse settled her back in bed and reconnected her oxygen.
“Grandmother,” Ryeowook said sadly as he stood next to her bedside, holding her hand.
“Well it’s the truth,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. “Denying it isn’t going to make it go away.”
“I know…but,” Ryeowook said, squeezing her hand gently.
“You have to excuse him. He thinks that not thinking or talking about something will make it automatically go away,” Kyuhyun explained.
“Denial never works. I heard from your mother that you are quite the drinker. If you get a big, old beer belly nobody is going to pay to watch you sing no matter how good you are.”
“I don’t drink that much. I haven’t had anything to drink in weeks.”
“Well, I don’t know why you would drink so much anyways…you were always such a happy boy.”
“I’m still happy, I promise.”
“Well, good, because I don’t want you to be one of those pathetic fools that hides away in alcohol. It never did anybody any good.”
“I haven’t had a drink in weeks.”
“Well, good, because you and this sweetheart here,” she said, motioning for Kyuhyun to take her other hand, “have such beautiful voices. I want you to go far.”
“We will. We always work hard,” Ryeowook reassured her.
“Well, that’s good,” she told them, clasping both of their hands.
“Grandmother, I hate to leave you, but we have a very long drive ahead of us.”
“I thought we were staying here tonight?” Kyuhyun spoke up, surprised.
“No, it’s best that we get back. There is always lots of work for us to do,” Ryeowook told his grandmother, letting go of her hand.
“Why don’t you stay with me at grandmother’s place? Didn’t you say you almost ran off the road on the way up here?” Junho asked. He had been standing in the corner, dwelling on the fact that even he had to acknowledge that Ryeowook had beaten him, and the combination of Ryeowook and Kyuhyun had wiped the memory of his performance from the mind of everyone there.
“Yes, we did. We almost died,” Kyuhyun said, letting go of the elderly lady’s hand and turning around to face Junho.
“Well then, you have to stay with Junho then,” the grandmother ordered them, giving Ryeowook a critical look.
“I’m well rested. It was Kyuhyun who drove up here, and I am the one driving back. Honestly, we are used to going without sleep,” Ryeowook said, trying to soothe his grandmother, but not willing to give in.
“You really look more tired than usual. I know I’m exhausted and couldn’t help you drive any. Are you sure it’s safe?” Kyuhyun asked with fake concern, ignoring all of Ryeowook’s glares.
“You are not going home tonight, young man. You are going to my house and staying with Junho. That’s the end of it. You can drive home in the morning.”
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Kyuhyun walked into the small purple room that was covered with paintings of flowers on the wall. There was one bed in the center of the room with a purple silk bedspread covering it. There was an old style radio on the dresser drawers, and Kyuhyun went over playing with it till he heard the familiar voices of the leader and Eunhyuk.
“I hope you enjoy the floor,” Ryeowook told him as he stormed into the room, shutting the door loudly behind him. He was extremely aggravated.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” Kyuhyun said as he plopped himself down on the bed, all smiles.
“Don’t even flatter yourself,” Ryeowook told him as he tossed his bag on the floor, and started going through it.
“What happened to rooming with Junho?”
“Get off the bed,” Ryeowook told him, and for once, Kyuhyun listened to him and jumped off the bed. Kyuhyun went and sat in a swivel chair that was placed in the corner of the room.
“Please tell me your excuse for not being able to resist me?” Kyuhyun asked as he twirled around in the chair.
Ryeowook gave him a look that tethered on the edge of nausea. “You know that rather large woman that was sitting in the front row that seemed very enthusiastic for Junho’s performance?”
“Yeah, why?” Kyuhyun asked him as he continued to twirl around in the chair.
“Well apparently they are an item, and she’s coming over here as soon as she can give her husband the slip. She will be serving as his sleepover buddy tonight,” Ryeowook said, while at the same time trying to vanquish the visual from his mind.
“Oh. My. God! If I have to hear whales mating tonight, and I can’t even get one little kiss, then my…” Kyuhyun stopped suddenly looking sick.
“Don’t you even start with that, if you even come near me with those lips, I swear to God…” Ryeowook stopped as he noticed the change in him. “You’re an idiot.”
“Be nice,” Kyuhyun said, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What am I going to do with you? You are like a five year old when it comes to those chairs,” Ryeowook grumbled as he walked up to him and ran a hand through his hair.
Kyuhyun immediately wrapped his arms around Ryeowook’s waist and dug his face into his belly.
“I can’t believe you would twirl around like that after having ear surgery,” Ryeowook told him as he continued to run his hand through Kyuhyun’s hair.
“You didn’t stop me.”
“I was too busy thinking how I was going maintain rule five,” Ryeowook answered honestly.
“How’s that working for you?” Kyuhyun asked as he continued to cling to him, as Ryeowook’s presence steadied his dizziness.
“Not looking good,” Ryeowook admitted as he ran a hand through the hair of the younger man, who had a death grip on him. “Can you make it to the bed?”
“No.”
“Can you try?”
“No, can we just stay like this and listen to Sukira?”
“I don’t want to stay like this. So let’s get moving.”
“No. I can’t,”
“Yes, you can. Stand up.”
“I can’t,” Kyuhyun pleaded, not moving.
“I guess I can get Junho to carry you back to bed,” Ryeowook offered, and in response Kyuhyun immediately stood up. Kyuhyun almost knocked Ryeowook over in the process as all his weight shifted to Ryeowook.
“It’s seriously like I have no legs,” Kyuhyun told him as they slowly made it to the bed.
“Just take baby steps.”
“If I vomit on you…will you still love me?” Kyuhyun asked as they made it to the bed.
“I don’t love you now, so it won’t matter,” Ryeowook said pushing Kyuhyun gently down to the bed. Kyuhyun did not release his hold on Ryeowook, so they both ended up in bed with Ryeowook on top and Kyuhyun still clinging to him. “Let go of me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“It wasn’t a request; let go.”
“No, do you remember how nice it was before you made stupid rules, and we slept like this?” Kyuhyun asked not releasing his grip, but unfortunately for Kyuhyun, it was Ryeowook who had been spending time at the gym, so he easily pushed himself off of Kyuhyun. Ryeowook ended up lying on his back beside Kyuhyun in bed but not touching him.
“We never used to sleep like that; you’re delusional.” Ryeowook informed him, while staring up at the ceiling.
“Well you weren’t on top, because Shindong said you weren’t the type,” Kyuhyun said, bringing up a memory that Ryeowook would have liked to have forgotten.
“Shut up, Kyuhyun.”
“When he said that, I thought Sungmin was going to kill him………but you never denied it. So did - do you - is it - ” Kyuhyun paused, not sure how he should continue with this line of questioning.
“What are you asking?”
“Well, since it didn’t seem to offend you… have you thought about…umm…do you think he was….umm…”
“Are you interviewing me for a position?” Ryeowook interrupted, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“No!” Kyuhyun denied.
Ryeowook just kept laughing. “God, I hate you.”
Kyuhyun slowly sat up as the dizziness had faded away. “Stop laughing, it was just a….”
“Very personal and inappropriate question. I guess I should be touched that you feel like you can say such things to me; oddly, I’m not.”
“I’m sorry,” Kyuhyun said, tracing his finger against the palm of Ryeowook hand, which lay stretched out on the bed between them.
“Oh, wow, you’re sorry. I should write this moment down. I thought I was the only who was ever sorry,” Ryeowook said, lying very still on the bed with his eyes closed. He didn’t jerk his hand away, so Kyuhyun traced his name on Ryeowook’s palm.
“Well you have switched from “I’m sorry, Kyuhyun” to “Shut up, Kyuhyun.” The latter pointed out looking down at Ryeowook.
“Aww, did I hurt your feelings?” Ryeowook asked, his voice full of fake pity, as he squeezed Kyuhyun’s hand.
“Please let me kiss you.”
“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook warned but didn’t open his eyes, move, or pull his hand away.
“Just once, and I will never ask you again. You don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to look at me.”
“Kyuhyun, wait.” Ryeowook’s eyes flew open as he felt Kyuhyun climb on top of him. Ryeowook immediately turned his head away and told the younger man, “I didn’t agree to this.”
“I know,” said Kyuhyun, who held himself up with both his arms looking down at the other man, ”but will you? It will be over then. I won’t ask you again. I promise. I will follow all the rules.”
“Kyuhyun, this isn’t smart. Just get off,” Ryeowook ordered, still refusing to make eye contact, but he made no attempt to move, and one hand remained firmly clasped in Kyuhyun’s.
“Please,” Kyuhyun begged in such a tone that Ryeowook couldn’t help but look up at the man hovering above him.
They both stared at each other in silence for several minutes before Ryeowook swallowed and spoke, “If we do this you can’t be weird afterwards. Do you promise?”
“I promise!” Kyuhyun answered too eagerly as he stared down with such intensity that Ryeowook trembled.
“I am not going to respond to you…just know that. Then it will be over. You have to follow all the rules afterwards. Okay?” Ryeowook asked nervously as he pulled his hand away from Kyuhyun, and clenched both his fists firmly to his side.
“Okay, I will follow all your rules after this.” Kyuhyun’s gaze was unflinching as he agreed to all of Ryeowook’s terms. “There isn’t any reason to be afraid. We are doing this for the sake of our friendship.”
“Okay,” Ryeowook accepted, while taking a deep breath.
“It will be okay.” Kyuhyun whispered as he leaned his head down and touched his lips against Ryeowook’s. Whatever Kyuhyun had been expecting, it wasn’t this, he found Ryeowook’s mouth clamped shut not responding at all. Kyuhyun pulled his head up, disappointed at his total failure.
Ryeowook turned his head to the side, refusing to look at Kyuhyun. “Okay that’s done, you can get off now.” Ryeowook was about to push Kyuhyun off when his whole body was rocked when Kyuhyun enveloped his earlobe into his mouth and started suckling on it. Ryeowook jerked his head around, dislodging his ear from Kyuhyun’s mouth. He didn’t even have time to protest before Kyuhyun found Ryeowook’s open mouth with his own, and slipped his tongue inside.
There was no feigning disinterest now for Ryeowook, as he was caught off guard by Kyuhyun’s passionate kiss that set his mind on fire and caused him to match Kyuhyun’s passion with his own. The hot glide of tongues tasting one another made the young men moan out in pleasure. Hands that had been firmly clenched to his side earlier were now digging into Kyuhyun’s waist in a desperate need to pull him closer. Kyuhyun never broke from kissing as he crashed into Ryeowook, as arms that had been holding him up gave way to their mutual desire. Ryeowook’s hands found their way underneath Kyuhyun’s clothing moving up and down his back and sliding under his jeans to touch the soft skin underneath.
Ryeowook felt himself cry out in protest as Kyuhyun stopped kissing him long enough to tear Ryeowook shirt open and then he devoured Ryeowook’s neck and chest with kisses as if the taste of Ryeowook’s skin was the sweetest thing he had ever known.
Without thought Ryeowook’s knee came up and grazed Kyuhyun’s groin causing the younger man to let out a moan of pleasure that had Ryeowook undoing Kyuhyun’s belt buckle quickly and instinctively. Kyuhyun had found Ryeowook’s mouth again after leaving red marks up and down his chest and neck. Ryeowook hands were busily undoing Kyuhyun’s pants to release his hardness when he stopped suddenly.
Kyuhyun moaned, “No” into Ryeowook’s mouth as he pulled himself up breaking the kiss and looking down at Ryeowook. Kyuhyun eyes were mesmerized by soft, plump, red lips, “I got…” Kyuhyun said in a husky voice as he reached down to free himself of his clothing.
“Shh..listen,” Ryeowook whispered as he grabbed Kyuhyun’s hand as it began to reach inside his underwear to release his cock. “Listen, please listen,” Ryeowook pleaded as he held onto Kyuhyun’s hand, preventing him from exposing himself.
Kyuhyun was about to protest when he became aware of Leeteuk and Eunhyuk talking. Kyuhyun jumped off Ryeowook so fast that his equilibrium was lost and his world went spinning again. Kyuhyun tumbled off the bed landing on the floor.
Kyuhyun just laid there on the floor listening to Leeteuk and Eunhyuk talk of the group and how much they had overcome this last year. Leeteuk talked about how proud he was of all his members and how much he was going to miss Kangin. Eunhyuk spoke of the group and how much they depended on each other and how they all worked together to make all their dreams come true.
Kyuhyun slowly realized he was listening to the radio. He had forgotten he had even turned it on. The shock of those voices had served as a brutal reality check.
“This is what I tried so hard to prevent. If anybody ever found out the scandal would destroy us, our families, and most importantly it would destroy Super Junior. It would do what Hangeng leaving, and Kangin’s disasters couldn’t. We would destroy the group and all our member’s dreams,” Ryeowook said despondently, as he slid to the floor on the opposite side of the bed of Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun shook his head in agreement knowing that Ryeowook couldn’t see him. He fought to catch his breath and control his racing heart. “I know, but I don’t think I can stop now. I don’t think I’m that strong…it would be too hard.”
“It’s always been hard,” Ryeowook sighed as he propped himself up against the bed.
“We almost - ”
“I know; just don’t think about it.”
“How can I not think about it? I am pretty sure it’s all I am going to be thinking about till we - ”
“Stop, we can’t ever go any further. We have to think about the group.”
“We don’t have to tell them…it can be our secret.”
“Don’t tempt me, just stop. You don’t have to convince me. I want to, but I am just trying to think beyond my own needs.” Ryeowook tried to explain to him as he tried to get his shirt back on, but Kyuhyun had managed to rip almost all the buttons off of it.
“Think about my needs then because I really need - ” Kyuhyun said has he began to get up and go to Ryeowook, but was stopped when the door opened and Junho walked in.
“Hey, her old man is on to her tonight so she can’t come over, so if you still want to do that family bonding thing, I’m free. Hey, why are you two on the floor?”
Ryeowook jumped up and grabbed his bag. “We were fighting over who got the bed, and both of us lost.”
“Well he’s bigger then you, but he doesn’t have any muscles. A little puny isn’t he?” Junho said, giving Kyuhyun an appraising look. Kyuhyun had an urge to crawl under the bed and die. If Ryeowook hadn’t stopped them…Junho would have walked in on them.
“Well he’s sick a lot.” Ryeowook said, as he walked out of the bedroom without giving Kyuhyun a backward glance.
Author: aquariuslover
Pairing: KyuWook
Rating: R
Genre: Friendship, Love
Beta: unicornsinger
Summary: This is a completely fictional tale about the thin line between love and friendship, and how easily that line can become blurred.
TFAN Chapters
“I don’t know what it would have hurt if they took me out for one cigarette? I’m already dying from lung cancer,” Ryeowook’s grandmother complained as the nurse settled her back in bed and reconnected her oxygen.
“Grandmother,” Ryeowook said sadly as he stood next to her bedside, holding her hand.
“Well it’s the truth,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. “Denying it isn’t going to make it go away.”
“I know…but,” Ryeowook said, squeezing her hand gently.
“You have to excuse him. He thinks that not thinking or talking about something will make it automatically go away,” Kyuhyun explained.
“Denial never works. I heard from your mother that you are quite the drinker. If you get a big, old beer belly nobody is going to pay to watch you sing no matter how good you are.”
“I don’t drink that much. I haven’t had anything to drink in weeks.”
“Well, I don’t know why you would drink so much anyways…you were always such a happy boy.”
“I’m still happy, I promise.”
“Well, good, because I don’t want you to be one of those pathetic fools that hides away in alcohol. It never did anybody any good.”
“I haven’t had a drink in weeks.”
“Well, good, because you and this sweetheart here,” she said, motioning for Kyuhyun to take her other hand, “have such beautiful voices. I want you to go far.”
“We will. We always work hard,” Ryeowook reassured her.
“Well, that’s good,” she told them, clasping both of their hands.
“Grandmother, I hate to leave you, but we have a very long drive ahead of us.”
“I thought we were staying here tonight?” Kyuhyun spoke up, surprised.
“No, it’s best that we get back. There is always lots of work for us to do,” Ryeowook told his grandmother, letting go of her hand.
“Why don’t you stay with me at grandmother’s place? Didn’t you say you almost ran off the road on the way up here?” Junho asked. He had been standing in the corner, dwelling on the fact that even he had to acknowledge that Ryeowook had beaten him, and the combination of Ryeowook and Kyuhyun had wiped the memory of his performance from the mind of everyone there.
“Yes, we did. We almost died,” Kyuhyun said, letting go of the elderly lady’s hand and turning around to face Junho.
“Well then, you have to stay with Junho then,” the grandmother ordered them, giving Ryeowook a critical look.
“I’m well rested. It was Kyuhyun who drove up here, and I am the one driving back. Honestly, we are used to going without sleep,” Ryeowook said, trying to soothe his grandmother, but not willing to give in.
“You really look more tired than usual. I know I’m exhausted and couldn’t help you drive any. Are you sure it’s safe?” Kyuhyun asked with fake concern, ignoring all of Ryeowook’s glares.
“You are not going home tonight, young man. You are going to my house and staying with Junho. That’s the end of it. You can drive home in the morning.”
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Kyuhyun walked into the small purple room that was covered with paintings of flowers on the wall. There was one bed in the center of the room with a purple silk bedspread covering it. There was an old style radio on the dresser drawers, and Kyuhyun went over playing with it till he heard the familiar voices of the leader and Eunhyuk.
“I hope you enjoy the floor,” Ryeowook told him as he stormed into the room, shutting the door loudly behind him. He was extremely aggravated.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” Kyuhyun said as he plopped himself down on the bed, all smiles.
“Don’t even flatter yourself,” Ryeowook told him as he tossed his bag on the floor, and started going through it.
“What happened to rooming with Junho?”
“Get off the bed,” Ryeowook told him, and for once, Kyuhyun listened to him and jumped off the bed. Kyuhyun went and sat in a swivel chair that was placed in the corner of the room.
“Please tell me your excuse for not being able to resist me?” Kyuhyun asked as he twirled around in the chair.
Ryeowook gave him a look that tethered on the edge of nausea. “You know that rather large woman that was sitting in the front row that seemed very enthusiastic for Junho’s performance?”
“Yeah, why?” Kyuhyun asked him as he continued to twirl around in the chair.
“Well apparently they are an item, and she’s coming over here as soon as she can give her husband the slip. She will be serving as his sleepover buddy tonight,” Ryeowook said, while at the same time trying to vanquish the visual from his mind.
“Oh. My. God! If I have to hear whales mating tonight, and I can’t even get one little kiss, then my…” Kyuhyun stopped suddenly looking sick.
“Don’t you even start with that, if you even come near me with those lips, I swear to God…” Ryeowook stopped as he noticed the change in him. “You’re an idiot.”
“Be nice,” Kyuhyun said, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What am I going to do with you? You are like a five year old when it comes to those chairs,” Ryeowook grumbled as he walked up to him and ran a hand through his hair.
Kyuhyun immediately wrapped his arms around Ryeowook’s waist and dug his face into his belly.
“I can’t believe you would twirl around like that after having ear surgery,” Ryeowook told him as he continued to run his hand through Kyuhyun’s hair.
“You didn’t stop me.”
“I was too busy thinking how I was going maintain rule five,” Ryeowook answered honestly.
“How’s that working for you?” Kyuhyun asked as he continued to cling to him, as Ryeowook’s presence steadied his dizziness.
“Not looking good,” Ryeowook admitted as he ran a hand through the hair of the younger man, who had a death grip on him. “Can you make it to the bed?”
“No.”
“Can you try?”
“No, can we just stay like this and listen to Sukira?”
“I don’t want to stay like this. So let’s get moving.”
“No. I can’t,”
“Yes, you can. Stand up.”
“I can’t,” Kyuhyun pleaded, not moving.
“I guess I can get Junho to carry you back to bed,” Ryeowook offered, and in response Kyuhyun immediately stood up. Kyuhyun almost knocked Ryeowook over in the process as all his weight shifted to Ryeowook.
“It’s seriously like I have no legs,” Kyuhyun told him as they slowly made it to the bed.
“Just take baby steps.”
“If I vomit on you…will you still love me?” Kyuhyun asked as they made it to the bed.
“I don’t love you now, so it won’t matter,” Ryeowook said pushing Kyuhyun gently down to the bed. Kyuhyun did not release his hold on Ryeowook, so they both ended up in bed with Ryeowook on top and Kyuhyun still clinging to him. “Let go of me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“It wasn’t a request; let go.”
“No, do you remember how nice it was before you made stupid rules, and we slept like this?” Kyuhyun asked not releasing his grip, but unfortunately for Kyuhyun, it was Ryeowook who had been spending time at the gym, so he easily pushed himself off of Kyuhyun. Ryeowook ended up lying on his back beside Kyuhyun in bed but not touching him.
“We never used to sleep like that; you’re delusional.” Ryeowook informed him, while staring up at the ceiling.
“Well you weren’t on top, because Shindong said you weren’t the type,” Kyuhyun said, bringing up a memory that Ryeowook would have liked to have forgotten.
“Shut up, Kyuhyun.”
“When he said that, I thought Sungmin was going to kill him………but you never denied it. So did - do you - is it - ” Kyuhyun paused, not sure how he should continue with this line of questioning.
“What are you asking?”
“Well, since it didn’t seem to offend you… have you thought about…umm…do you think he was….umm…”
“Are you interviewing me for a position?” Ryeowook interrupted, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“No!” Kyuhyun denied.
Ryeowook just kept laughing. “God, I hate you.”
Kyuhyun slowly sat up as the dizziness had faded away. “Stop laughing, it was just a….”
“Very personal and inappropriate question. I guess I should be touched that you feel like you can say such things to me; oddly, I’m not.”
“I’m sorry,” Kyuhyun said, tracing his finger against the palm of Ryeowook hand, which lay stretched out on the bed between them.
“Oh, wow, you’re sorry. I should write this moment down. I thought I was the only who was ever sorry,” Ryeowook said, lying very still on the bed with his eyes closed. He didn’t jerk his hand away, so Kyuhyun traced his name on Ryeowook’s palm.
“Well you have switched from “I’m sorry, Kyuhyun” to “Shut up, Kyuhyun.” The latter pointed out looking down at Ryeowook.
“Aww, did I hurt your feelings?” Ryeowook asked, his voice full of fake pity, as he squeezed Kyuhyun’s hand.
“Please let me kiss you.”
“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook warned but didn’t open his eyes, move, or pull his hand away.
“Just once, and I will never ask you again. You don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to look at me.”
“Kyuhyun, wait.” Ryeowook’s eyes flew open as he felt Kyuhyun climb on top of him. Ryeowook immediately turned his head away and told the younger man, “I didn’t agree to this.”
“I know,” said Kyuhyun, who held himself up with both his arms looking down at the other man, ”but will you? It will be over then. I won’t ask you again. I promise. I will follow all the rules.”
“Kyuhyun, this isn’t smart. Just get off,” Ryeowook ordered, still refusing to make eye contact, but he made no attempt to move, and one hand remained firmly clasped in Kyuhyun’s.
“Please,” Kyuhyun begged in such a tone that Ryeowook couldn’t help but look up at the man hovering above him.
They both stared at each other in silence for several minutes before Ryeowook swallowed and spoke, “If we do this you can’t be weird afterwards. Do you promise?”
“I promise!” Kyuhyun answered too eagerly as he stared down with such intensity that Ryeowook trembled.
“I am not going to respond to you…just know that. Then it will be over. You have to follow all the rules afterwards. Okay?” Ryeowook asked nervously as he pulled his hand away from Kyuhyun, and clenched both his fists firmly to his side.
“Okay, I will follow all your rules after this.” Kyuhyun’s gaze was unflinching as he agreed to all of Ryeowook’s terms. “There isn’t any reason to be afraid. We are doing this for the sake of our friendship.”
“Okay,” Ryeowook accepted, while taking a deep breath.
“It will be okay.” Kyuhyun whispered as he leaned his head down and touched his lips against Ryeowook’s. Whatever Kyuhyun had been expecting, it wasn’t this, he found Ryeowook’s mouth clamped shut not responding at all. Kyuhyun pulled his head up, disappointed at his total failure.
Ryeowook turned his head to the side, refusing to look at Kyuhyun. “Okay that’s done, you can get off now.” Ryeowook was about to push Kyuhyun off when his whole body was rocked when Kyuhyun enveloped his earlobe into his mouth and started suckling on it. Ryeowook jerked his head around, dislodging his ear from Kyuhyun’s mouth. He didn’t even have time to protest before Kyuhyun found Ryeowook’s open mouth with his own, and slipped his tongue inside.
There was no feigning disinterest now for Ryeowook, as he was caught off guard by Kyuhyun’s passionate kiss that set his mind on fire and caused him to match Kyuhyun’s passion with his own. The hot glide of tongues tasting one another made the young men moan out in pleasure. Hands that had been firmly clenched to his side earlier were now digging into Kyuhyun’s waist in a desperate need to pull him closer. Kyuhyun never broke from kissing as he crashed into Ryeowook, as arms that had been holding him up gave way to their mutual desire. Ryeowook’s hands found their way underneath Kyuhyun’s clothing moving up and down his back and sliding under his jeans to touch the soft skin underneath.
Ryeowook felt himself cry out in protest as Kyuhyun stopped kissing him long enough to tear Ryeowook shirt open and then he devoured Ryeowook’s neck and chest with kisses as if the taste of Ryeowook’s skin was the sweetest thing he had ever known.
Without thought Ryeowook’s knee came up and grazed Kyuhyun’s groin causing the younger man to let out a moan of pleasure that had Ryeowook undoing Kyuhyun’s belt buckle quickly and instinctively. Kyuhyun had found Ryeowook’s mouth again after leaving red marks up and down his chest and neck. Ryeowook hands were busily undoing Kyuhyun’s pants to release his hardness when he stopped suddenly.
Kyuhyun moaned, “No” into Ryeowook’s mouth as he pulled himself up breaking the kiss and looking down at Ryeowook. Kyuhyun eyes were mesmerized by soft, plump, red lips, “I got…” Kyuhyun said in a husky voice as he reached down to free himself of his clothing.
“Shh..listen,” Ryeowook whispered as he grabbed Kyuhyun’s hand as it began to reach inside his underwear to release his cock. “Listen, please listen,” Ryeowook pleaded as he held onto Kyuhyun’s hand, preventing him from exposing himself.
Kyuhyun was about to protest when he became aware of Leeteuk and Eunhyuk talking. Kyuhyun jumped off Ryeowook so fast that his equilibrium was lost and his world went spinning again. Kyuhyun tumbled off the bed landing on the floor.
Kyuhyun just laid there on the floor listening to Leeteuk and Eunhyuk talk of the group and how much they had overcome this last year. Leeteuk talked about how proud he was of all his members and how much he was going to miss Kangin. Eunhyuk spoke of the group and how much they depended on each other and how they all worked together to make all their dreams come true.
Kyuhyun slowly realized he was listening to the radio. He had forgotten he had even turned it on. The shock of those voices had served as a brutal reality check.
“This is what I tried so hard to prevent. If anybody ever found out the scandal would destroy us, our families, and most importantly it would destroy Super Junior. It would do what Hangeng leaving, and Kangin’s disasters couldn’t. We would destroy the group and all our member’s dreams,” Ryeowook said despondently, as he slid to the floor on the opposite side of the bed of Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun shook his head in agreement knowing that Ryeowook couldn’t see him. He fought to catch his breath and control his racing heart. “I know, but I don’t think I can stop now. I don’t think I’m that strong…it would be too hard.”
“It’s always been hard,” Ryeowook sighed as he propped himself up against the bed.
“We almost - ”
“I know; just don’t think about it.”
“How can I not think about it? I am pretty sure it’s all I am going to be thinking about till we - ”
“Stop, we can’t ever go any further. We have to think about the group.”
“We don’t have to tell them…it can be our secret.”
“Don’t tempt me, just stop. You don’t have to convince me. I want to, but I am just trying to think beyond my own needs.” Ryeowook tried to explain to him as he tried to get his shirt back on, but Kyuhyun had managed to rip almost all the buttons off of it.
“Think about my needs then because I really need - ” Kyuhyun said has he began to get up and go to Ryeowook, but was stopped when the door opened and Junho walked in.
“Hey, her old man is on to her tonight so she can’t come over, so if you still want to do that family bonding thing, I’m free. Hey, why are you two on the floor?”
Ryeowook jumped up and grabbed his bag. “We were fighting over who got the bed, and both of us lost.”
“Well he’s bigger then you, but he doesn’t have any muscles. A little puny isn’t he?” Junho said, giving Kyuhyun an appraising look. Kyuhyun had an urge to crawl under the bed and die. If Ryeowook hadn’t stopped them…Junho would have walked in on them.
“Well he’s sick a lot.” Ryeowook said, as he walked out of the bedroom without giving Kyuhyun a backward glance.