Fic; SuJu; Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Title: Dreaming Isn't Enough Anymore
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yehsung/Ryeowook; past Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Word count: 1,254
Rating: R
Summary: It's a fairly good start to a day that Yehsung isn't really looking forward to.
A/N: I think, at this point, I can basically just say "My OT3s: they're showing." Also, I'm really happy with this!
When he wakes up, it's still dark, and therefore too early to be awake in Yehsung's book, and so he closes his eyes again and ignores the person shaking him awake. The person shakes him harder, which is just annoying, if you ask him, because it's early (he thinks) and it's hurting. He mumbles something that might be swearing but he won't admit to that, and waves a hand around. It hits whoever is assaulting him in his sleep. Good, he thinks, and turns back over.
The bed dips as whoever it is slips in beside him. Yehsung doesn't really mind, because it's suddenly a lot warmer and very nice indeed - perfect sleeping conditions, he thinks, and attempts to do just that. But then the body is pulling at his arm and whispering in his ear. "Hyung," it says, "hyung."
Yehsung opens his eyes slightly, and through the gloom of the night he can just make out what he thinks might be Ryeowook - who else could it be, no one else would be sneaking into my room. "Oh," he says, "it's you," and he rolls over and closes his eyes again, arms open in an invitation that Ryeowook takes. His fingers slip between Yehsung's, and his head rests on Yehsung's chest, and Yehsung thinks that he’ll be able to go to sleep now, goodnight.
"I couldn't sleep," Ryeowook says, by way of explanation.
"That's nice," says Yehsung. "I was, shut up."
Ryeowook doesn't take offence, but then he never really does when it's just the two of them, when it's Ryeowook that Yehsung is insulting. If he'd told Kyuhyun to shut up, Ryeowook would have looked at him as though he'd just punched a newborn baby or something, and Yehsung would have known that that was a night he certainly wasn’t getting any.
"He comes back today," Ryeowook says softly, his fingertips playing with the hair that falls into Yehsung's eyes. Yehsung reluctantly cranks open one eye to glance at the digital clock on the table near the bed, whose numbers suddenly seem obnoxiously bright in the black of the night. It's 12.05 am, and Ryeowook is right, it is already tomorrow.
He tries not to think about Kyuhyun, because he knows why he's being kept awake right now, and why Ryeowook is in his bed.
"Do you think he's awake now?" Ryeowook asks, his voice loud in the silence of the bedroom, his free hand curling into the hair at the base of Yehsung's neck. Yehsung stays quiet because he doesn't really like to think about Kyuhyun at times like this, because he thinks that he might know the answer (yes, he probably is, because how can he make himself sleep without you?) and Ryeowook knows the answer already. He likes to ask it sometimes when it's quiet and he can't sleep and Yehsung can't find it in himself to be annoyed anymore.
He had to get used to it, didn't he, when Ryeowook looked over at the newest arrival, a tall, slim boy with black hair and a lopsided smile, and fell completely in love. Had to get used to it when Ryeowook began to talk to Kyuhyun more and more, and had to squash down any jealous feelings, because Ryeowook would have laughed at him. But he'd had cause to worry, because he'd had to get used to watching Ryeowook flirt with Kyuhyun, kiss with Kyuhyun, and eventually had to get used to Kyuhyun being involved in their late night encounters, where there's no talking or anything other than hands and mouth and teeth. Had to get used to it, because how can he give up Ryeowook?
He did get used to it, legitimately, because he likes Kyuhyun, he honestly does, likes the way his mouth opens wide when he laughs, likes the way he sings with all his heart, likes the way his face looks when he's gasping and writhing under Yehsung's hands. Kyuhyun is young, and is eager to please Yehsung - hyung, like this, hyung? - and Yehsung is used to it. But underneath everything there's still something a little like irrational anger, because now he has to share, and Yehsung doesn’t share.
"I miss him," whispers Ryeowook into his neck, because he does miss him.
"I know," says Yehsung, because he does know.
There's silence now, as Ryeowook's breath becomes hot on his shoulder, and Yehsung's eyes become heavy and begin to close. He tightens his grip on Ryeowook's waist, as if to say mine, and lets his head fall to the side and for a moment or two there's no sound apart from the steady breathing and the cars driving past outside.
Yehsung's eyes are drooping closed when the breath on his shoulder is suddenly on his neck, kisses being pressed up his jaw line to his ear. He struggles slightly - I'm tired, damn it, let me sleep - but Ryeowook is practically on top of him and Ryeowook's hand is sliding down his chest and Ryeowook is whispering things in his ear, things that he can barely hear, things that cause his blood to run hot. Kyuhyun, Ryeowook says, Kyuhyun.
"Stop it," Yehsung finds the self control to say. "I won't be your pity fuck."
Ryeowook laughs against his ear and kisses the corner of his lips. Yehsung smiles and tips his head to the side to catch Ryeowook's mouth with his own, and it's fast and hard and as he kisses Ryeowook, he can see Kyuhyun smiling at him; Kyuhyun's eyelashes as he comes closer; Kyuhyun in the too big white bed that swamps him and the machines he's hooked up to, hard, metal things that shouldn't be there. He kisses Ryeowook harder: pushes him into the bed with an insistence that leaves the both of them breathless, Ryeowook's hands coming up to push his hair from his face as though he knows what Yehsung's thinking about, knows what it is that leaves him shaking. As if he knows.
The tiny sliver of light is all that Yehsung can see by, coming through the small gap in the curtains and falling onto the bed. Yehsung can make out the arch of Ryeowook's nose, the sharp edge of his jaw line, his hands reaching out to cup around Yehsung's face and pull him down, further into the waking black dream that he's found himself in. He kisses his way down Ryeowook's chest, fumbles with the tie of his jogging bottoms, anything to forget for just a moment, to forget those two faces that cloud his mind.
It's him, he thinks, that makes Ryeowook moan; arch his back and moan as Yehsung works on him with his mouth and fingers. It's him who leaves him sobbing (more, more), as he pushes Ryeowook's hips down and brushes his lips over his navel and his collarbone and his neck until he's pressing his lips to an open mouth that is almost indecent in it's fervent pleads for more, more. Yehsung turns him over and grips Ryeowook's hips with his fingers, hard enough to bruise, and presses his mouth to the spot on his neck where his hair parts and exposes the skin.
More, more, Ryeowook gasps.
Ryeowook curls up on his chest like a cat afterwards, drops off to sleep like he really is one, and breathes heavily into Yehsung's shoulder again. Yehsung lies awake, and thinks about Ryeowook and Kyuhyun and strokes the skin on Ryeowook's side softly and pulls at the covers and tries to not think.
More, more.
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yehsung/Ryeowook; past Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Word count: 1,254
Rating: R
Summary: It's a fairly good start to a day that Yehsung isn't really looking forward to.
A/N: I think, at this point, I can basically just say "My OT3s: they're showing." Also, I'm really happy with this!
When he wakes up, it's still dark, and therefore too early to be awake in Yehsung's book, and so he closes his eyes again and ignores the person shaking him awake. The person shakes him harder, which is just annoying, if you ask him, because it's early (he thinks) and it's hurting. He mumbles something that might be swearing but he won't admit to that, and waves a hand around. It hits whoever is assaulting him in his sleep. Good, he thinks, and turns back over.
The bed dips as whoever it is slips in beside him. Yehsung doesn't really mind, because it's suddenly a lot warmer and very nice indeed - perfect sleeping conditions, he thinks, and attempts to do just that. But then the body is pulling at his arm and whispering in his ear. "Hyung," it says, "hyung."
Yehsung opens his eyes slightly, and through the gloom of the night he can just make out what he thinks might be Ryeowook - who else could it be, no one else would be sneaking into my room. "Oh," he says, "it's you," and he rolls over and closes his eyes again, arms open in an invitation that Ryeowook takes. His fingers slip between Yehsung's, and his head rests on Yehsung's chest, and Yehsung thinks that he’ll be able to go to sleep now, goodnight.
"I couldn't sleep," Ryeowook says, by way of explanation.
"That's nice," says Yehsung. "I was, shut up."
Ryeowook doesn't take offence, but then he never really does when it's just the two of them, when it's Ryeowook that Yehsung is insulting. If he'd told Kyuhyun to shut up, Ryeowook would have looked at him as though he'd just punched a newborn baby or something, and Yehsung would have known that that was a night he certainly wasn’t getting any.
"He comes back today," Ryeowook says softly, his fingertips playing with the hair that falls into Yehsung's eyes. Yehsung reluctantly cranks open one eye to glance at the digital clock on the table near the bed, whose numbers suddenly seem obnoxiously bright in the black of the night. It's 12.05 am, and Ryeowook is right, it is already tomorrow.
He tries not to think about Kyuhyun, because he knows why he's being kept awake right now, and why Ryeowook is in his bed.
"Do you think he's awake now?" Ryeowook asks, his voice loud in the silence of the bedroom, his free hand curling into the hair at the base of Yehsung's neck. Yehsung stays quiet because he doesn't really like to think about Kyuhyun at times like this, because he thinks that he might know the answer (yes, he probably is, because how can he make himself sleep without you?) and Ryeowook knows the answer already. He likes to ask it sometimes when it's quiet and he can't sleep and Yehsung can't find it in himself to be annoyed anymore.
He had to get used to it, didn't he, when Ryeowook looked over at the newest arrival, a tall, slim boy with black hair and a lopsided smile, and fell completely in love. Had to get used to it when Ryeowook began to talk to Kyuhyun more and more, and had to squash down any jealous feelings, because Ryeowook would have laughed at him. But he'd had cause to worry, because he'd had to get used to watching Ryeowook flirt with Kyuhyun, kiss with Kyuhyun, and eventually had to get used to Kyuhyun being involved in their late night encounters, where there's no talking or anything other than hands and mouth and teeth. Had to get used to it, because how can he give up Ryeowook?
He did get used to it, legitimately, because he likes Kyuhyun, he honestly does, likes the way his mouth opens wide when he laughs, likes the way he sings with all his heart, likes the way his face looks when he's gasping and writhing under Yehsung's hands. Kyuhyun is young, and is eager to please Yehsung - hyung, like this, hyung? - and Yehsung is used to it. But underneath everything there's still something a little like irrational anger, because now he has to share, and Yehsung doesn’t share.
"I miss him," whispers Ryeowook into his neck, because he does miss him.
"I know," says Yehsung, because he does know.
There's silence now, as Ryeowook's breath becomes hot on his shoulder, and Yehsung's eyes become heavy and begin to close. He tightens his grip on Ryeowook's waist, as if to say mine, and lets his head fall to the side and for a moment or two there's no sound apart from the steady breathing and the cars driving past outside.
Yehsung's eyes are drooping closed when the breath on his shoulder is suddenly on his neck, kisses being pressed up his jaw line to his ear. He struggles slightly - I'm tired, damn it, let me sleep - but Ryeowook is practically on top of him and Ryeowook's hand is sliding down his chest and Ryeowook is whispering things in his ear, things that he can barely hear, things that cause his blood to run hot. Kyuhyun, Ryeowook says, Kyuhyun.
"Stop it," Yehsung finds the self control to say. "I won't be your pity fuck."
Ryeowook laughs against his ear and kisses the corner of his lips. Yehsung smiles and tips his head to the side to catch Ryeowook's mouth with his own, and it's fast and hard and as he kisses Ryeowook, he can see Kyuhyun smiling at him; Kyuhyun's eyelashes as he comes closer; Kyuhyun in the too big white bed that swamps him and the machines he's hooked up to, hard, metal things that shouldn't be there. He kisses Ryeowook harder: pushes him into the bed with an insistence that leaves the both of them breathless, Ryeowook's hands coming up to push his hair from his face as though he knows what Yehsung's thinking about, knows what it is that leaves him shaking. As if he knows.
The tiny sliver of light is all that Yehsung can see by, coming through the small gap in the curtains and falling onto the bed. Yehsung can make out the arch of Ryeowook's nose, the sharp edge of his jaw line, his hands reaching out to cup around Yehsung's face and pull him down, further into the waking black dream that he's found himself in. He kisses his way down Ryeowook's chest, fumbles with the tie of his jogging bottoms, anything to forget for just a moment, to forget those two faces that cloud his mind.
It's him, he thinks, that makes Ryeowook moan; arch his back and moan as Yehsung works on him with his mouth and fingers. It's him who leaves him sobbing (more, more), as he pushes Ryeowook's hips down and brushes his lips over his navel and his collarbone and his neck until he's pressing his lips to an open mouth that is almost indecent in it's fervent pleads for more, more. Yehsung turns him over and grips Ryeowook's hips with his fingers, hard enough to bruise, and presses his mouth to the spot on his neck where his hair parts and exposes the skin.
More, more, Ryeowook gasps.
Ryeowook curls up on his chest like a cat afterwards, drops off to sleep like he really is one, and breathes heavily into Yehsung's shoulder again. Yehsung lies awake, and thinks about Ryeowook and Kyuhyun and strokes the skin on Ryeowook's side softly and pulls at the covers and tries to not think.
More, more.