[fanfiction] Daydreaming
Title: Daydreaming
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elison Kim/Alexander Lee
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Fetishes of all sorts, not quite kinky. No beta. Luu took care of that for me ♥
Summary: What's on Eli's mind when he just stares.
N/A: romantikyu asked for more on the stockings thing, I hope this is anything close to what you wanted. Also, based on choko-jun's emphatic obsession over Alexander's legs. You totally didn't hear that from me, though.
The air was impregnated with an accentually sweet smell.
Eli sat on a very large armchair, which had an odd imperial aspect to its patterned red fabric and golden details. He wore an impeccably ironed tuxedo, the darkest tone of black he’d ever seen - if that made sense at all -, very smooth against his skin. He put an elbow over one of the chair’s arms and tapped his lower lip lightly with a finger, expecting something he didn’t know what it was, and sunk further into the coziness of the furniture.
His eyes darted around the room, or the lack of it, since he couldn’t see a thing barely a meter away from his feet, being his surroundings entirely swallowed by deep darkness. Though he did spot, as if hanging on thin air, a crystal tray engraved with an eccentric flower pattern. Inside it there was what he judged to be chocolate ice cream, layers and more layers of it, equally flavored syrup adorning it abundantly.
After just a blink of eyes, a person materialized right before his eyes as in magic. On a calmer look, he noticed the person was Alexander, Alexander who appeared to be very much naked, with only a satin sheet loosely tied around his hips, beige cascades running down his legs and meeting the floor.
Alexander didn’t do much walking and straddled one of Eli’s legs, propping one of his own on the small space the chair offered and the other one between the other boy’s thighs, staring straight at him with round, adorably naïve eyes.
A very sharp voice told Eli exactly what he was supposed to do, so Eli took the silver spoon beside the tray and dived it into the desert, taking a generous amount and directing it to Alexander’s lips. He watched, mesmerized, as the boy parted those lips and licked at the spoon, letting the ice cream melt on his tongue gracefully. Alexander closed his eyes and hummed before swallowing and looking, once again, into Eli’s widened pupils with an impossible air of innocence.
For some reason, Alexander placed his hands on Eli’s shoulders and inched closer while the latter carried yet again the spoon right into his mouth. His eyes never left Eli as he sucked at the utensil for the very last drop of the frozen treat he could taste. Eli easily noticed the legs moving slightly, one of them teasing his inner thighs while the toes of the other one caressed his knee in a rather messy fashion.
On the third spoonful, Eli’s hand jerked involuntarily and the syrup fell all over Alexander - on the lips, on the chin, slipping down his chest invitingly. He let out a small “oh” as the chocolate ran down, almost reaching the stomach when Eli decided he had to do something about it.
Dropping the spoon to the floor, he let the boy’s torso lean onto his hands and firmly held his arching back as his mouth aimed to the syrup drop and he sucked it past his lips, tasting cocoa and Alexander, who had let his head fall back. He grazed his lower teeth against the skin, heading up and collecting the sticky substance inside his own mouth, leaving light red marks on the slightly tanned chest.
As his mouth moved up, Alexander’s body pressed right into his and Eli had him entirely under his hold when he reached the chin and nipped at it hungrily, letting his tongue slide against its tip. Alexander adjusted himself so he’d sit on Eli’s lap properly and moved his hips onto the crotch, hissing when he met the almost full erection.
Eli’s fingers caressed the small of his back and he tilted his head forward until they were kissing slow yet deeply, exploring, as much as they could, the confines of each other’s mouths. Eli drove his hand up one of Alexander’s legs, lifting the soft fabric up and revealing the silky skin that felt heavenly smooth under his fingers. Going further up, he confirmed that the boy was, indeed, nude when he palmed the buttocks and the hipbones.
Alexander lolled his head to the side as Eli’s hands possessively went around the back of his thighs and stroked the inner area of them. They teased by going down and up and down again, while Eli observed his every movement and the way he bit at his own lower lip when he got once again denied being touched.
“Just-” he tried and dug his nails into Eli’s shoulders. Eli was more than fascinated and stopped his ministrations just to hear, because that voice, husky and breathy, was more addicting than any music would ever be. “More,” Alexander demanded and the fingertips traveled up just so subtly.
“Like that?” his voice came out hoarse and anxious, which surprised him a little.
Alexander shook his head hurriedly and opened his legs further. “No,” he whimpered, so clearly frustrated, “it’s not enough, I,” he grasped Eli’s nape and made their eyes meet, “I want much more.”
Suddenly things got shaky and the whole scenario seemed like having vanished like smoke into air, including Alexander, who disintegrated in a matter of seconds. He opened his eyes urgently and looked with a shocked expression to a rather scared Dongho, who was currently squirming away from him.
“Eli, are you even listening?”
He focused his sight and saw Alexander in his usual training loose shirt and sweatpants and, looking down, he saw he was in his normal rehearsing clothing, just like everyone else. He blinked at Alexander, who just smiled childishly.
“I said I want more ice cream, can you get it, since you’re closer to it?” he said, pausing at each word and someone snickered behind him, making Eli throw a dirty look at the general direction of it. He took Alexander’s glass and proceeded to put more of the chocolate ice cream into it, also serving some for himself. He definitely needed something to cool off with.
“Oh, God, it’s happened. Eli finally had his brain permanently damaged, everyone,” Kibum said, patting his shoulder in mock comfort, only to be shrugged off by an irritated Eli. Because, even though it was just a joke, he was pretty sure Kibum was right, he thought, glancing at Alexander’s lips sticky with chocolate.
*
This time, the ambient was much more illuminated. Sunlight bathed the old, small practice room through the cracks on the high windows. It was an antique dance studio, wooden floor and large, stained mirrors, with support bars Eli thought that were fit for the training of ballerinas.
He wandered around it for a few seconds, inspecting the dusty upright piano and caskets that seemed to have been pushed to the sides of it for more space. He ran his fingers across the piano’s keys, pushing them randomly, before sighing and going to the other part of the studio. He stared at his own reflection in boredom, before turning around and facing the mirror on the opposite wall, taking firm hold of the bar behind him and forcing his torso forward, feeling the muscles of his back stretching pleasantly.
He shut his eyes closed and let go, having put a foot forward to keep him from falling face first to the floor. He let his arms relax a bit before leaning back to the bar, only there was something - or someone, he realized without the faintest sign of surprise - keeping him from reaching it. Instead, he ended up leaning onto that person’s chest, opening his eyes and seeing his own figure resting against Alexander, who sat on the bar.
Alexander shifted a little so he’d hug him and parted his legs, making Eli more comfortable in the embrace. While the boy happily crossed his arms around his neck, Eli was still having difficulties with the general look he had on. The upper part was fine - a closed, black hoodie that only exposed his collarbones. But then his eyes lingered on Alexander’s legs, which were curling around his waist. Two long white ribbons on the ballet slippers he was wearing were intertwined around each one of them, crossing and curving on the skin, coming under a very long equally white tutu that could reach his ankles.
Eli looked down, entranced by the colliding spirals around the boy’s legs, and reached for them, sliding his fingertips along the knees and up to the slim thighs that were pressed to each side of his body. Alexander turned his face and touched the crook of Eli’s neck with the tip of his nose, taking in the smell of his suave cologne, making him let his head lean back.
Alexander’s legs started moving around Eli without much difficulty, one of the feet dropping to the region between his thighs, dangerously close to his groin, making circles on the sensitive area with his heel, while the other foot hung loosely before the hardening cock, almost touching it but not quite there and it was making Eli crazy.
He let out a small grunt of impatience and Alexander chuckled near his ear in delight, unfolding his arms and letting his hands explore Eli, alternating between stroking the skin under his shirt and just ghosting the fingertips around the navel.
As the heel finally met the underside of his crotch, he pushed Eli forward and took his shirt off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Eli’s nails scratched slightly the area bellow Alexander’s buttocks that was in-between the ribbons as the other ran a hand down his chest, finger stroking the line above the waistband of his sweatpants agonizingly.
“Alexander,” he called in an warning voice, looking at the boy through the mirror across the room and meeting a devious grin that adorned Alexander’s face as he batted his eyelashes and slowly started shoving his hand under the waistband and pushing his hips forward, making Eli feel exactly how hard he was.
“Yes?”
Eli blinked.
Kiseop was looking at him with a worried expression and Alexander looked down and at him, a fading smile on his lips as he frowned a bit.
“Yes, Eli?”
It took him five seconds to remember that Alexander had started playing around, imitating a ballerina and failing to even stand on the tips of his toes, let alone do anything else. While Soohyun was laughing his lungs out of his body, Alexander managed to fall to the ground while trying to pull a grand jeté. Obviously, Eli’s mind didn’t process the hilariousness of it and only could provide him visualizations of Alexander exposing his legs under a tutu.
He had also called out for him while on his musing. Now, he panicked, trying to come up with something to say. Anything.
“You’d make an awful ballerina, hyung,” he lied.
Alexander just stuck his tongue out at him.
*
He walked in with the help of the flashing dim lights of unusual colors and spotted the purple, cheap looking sofa before the long metallic pole. He sat on it, taking one of the small glasses beside it and downing it in one go. His face scrunched up when the vodka burned his throat and esophagus, the sensation only wearing off after some seconds. He took yet another glass with a differently colored liquid in it and was glad to realize the content was much smoother than his first shot. He made a mental note to only drink those.
There was some music on, just as hideous as the rest of the environment, but surprisingly helping to hold a certain feeling of anticipation. Because he knew what - who to expect, but he was getting eager to know how he’d have them. The moving lights danced on his loose dark jeans and he began feeling a little cold, since he was only wearing a black tank top with a matching hat over his - and he noticed vaguely - blonde hair.
The lousy song stopped abruptly. He looked up, only hearing loud thuds on the floor, steps of someone who approached him, taking their own time. He adjusted himself on the sofa, taking another shot to help him get over the sudden anxiety. When a shoe got into his vision field, he arched an eyebrow, debating on what kind of situation that was, after all. That couldn’t be who he had thought that would be because surely the person wouldn’t-
He choked.
It was exactly who he’d been expecting and that alone made it a whole lot difficult for him to even breathe normally. Because just a few inches away from him stood Alexander chewing some gum, in high heeled vinyl boots that went all the way up to the middle of his legs, a skirt that was too short for decency and a rather tight button-up shirt. Not to mention gloves fitting the boots. His hair was also different, tending to an auburn color, but Eli’s eyes got stuck on the skirt, so he didn’t quite register it.
Alexander smirked slyly at Eli and slid his - gloved - hand against the pole and before making a swift move and, suddenly, he was upside down, one leg hooked around it for support while the other was held close to it, his free hand keeping the skirt from gliding and revealing and Eli cursed under his breath. The boots made squeaky noises and the lights colored Alexander’s body in neon pinks and blues and purples that only added to the sensuality of the body waves he managed to produce.
When he finally left the damn pole and straightened his skirt with a few strokes, Eli unconsciously leaned forward, waiting, expecting, needing. Alexander snorted, still chewing his gum in a somehow obscene way and placed a foot on his chest, careful not to hurt him, and jerked him back onto the couch softy.
“Chill, big boy,” he whispered and kneeled between his legs, bending onto him with a small smile on his moving lips, jaw still moving. Eli gazed at his shady eyes, make up causing them to look sharp and piercing, hiding the usual happy, childish glint they had on them. Eli decided he liked the change for the moment, mainly when Alexander ran a finger leisurely down his chest and blew air into his gum, forming a pink bubble that popped after some seconds.
“Eager to play, aren’t you?” he commented when Eli jerked his hips into his chest. He caressed Eli’s hair, the vinyl sticking to it uncomfortably but it was not like either of them cared. Inching closer, Alexander laid his lips on Eli’s lazily, not doing anything but darting his tongue out and lick at the lower one, pulling back when the boy started to respond. “Got a napkin?” he asked and Eli hurriedly pulled a handkerchief he didn’t know he was carrying out of his pocket and handed it to Alexander, who spit his gum into it and cast it aside. “Oops,” he said mockingly, “I hope you didn’t plan on using that.”
Honestly, Eli didn’t give a damn. He’d rather have Alexander with an unoccupied mouth because that could mean so many things it made his head spin just imagining. He watched as Alexander reached for one of the glasses beside him and put it in his hand before yanking his shirt up, pouring sugar on the spot above his navel. “Serve me,” he instructed and licked the sugar from his skin and threw his had back, mouth open and Eli turned the glass and saw the drink fall right into his mouth, some running down the corner and onto his chin.
Alexander swallowed and hummed happily as he let his tongue collect the last bit of alcohol on his lips and Eli dried the missing drop from his jaw. With a leering smile, he leaned forward and distributed random kisses down his chest, flicking his tongue out, grazing his teeth and Eli only ran his fingers up and down his arms as the tension built up. His breathing got heavier as Alexander moved down and nipped at the lower part of his bellybutton.
Fingers working unceremoniously on the buttons of Eli’s jeans, he threw him a lusty glance and dived the fingers under the waist band of his underwear once the jeans’ zipper was down.
“Let’s see what you got for me,” it was awfully embarrassing when his cock practically jumped out of his boxers and almost bumped into Alexander’s chin, at the same time it was unbelievably hot how the boy bit at his lower lip with the sight. Alexander took his right hand glove off and slid his hands up Eli’s inner thighs before grabbing the shaft with the uncovered hand and inching his face closer.
Eli shifted his hips and waited, relieved when the glossy lips touched the head and glided down and up again. He was so close to losing it and Alexander noticed it, setting a hand to still his hips as the other guided the cock into his mouth and he breathed hot air against it before finally bumping his head up and down in a slow but satisfying motion.
Not caring about being subtle, Eli grunted and moaned, not sure of what was turning him on more, the moist hotness around him or Alexander’s general expressions and closed eyes and how his butt stuck out and it should look cheap but he made it look classy in a twisted way. Without realizing, he had begun thrusting into the other’s mouth without any caution, almost gagging the boy. Alexander pulled back and coughed a little before taking a deep, large breath and looking at Eli with a shaky laugh.
“You’re way too big to do that, so try not to, ok?” he demanded and Eli might have whimpered at how slutty that sounded, mainly because he was stroking him with his bare hand while speaking and Eli kept picturing his lips back on his cock, not paying much attention.
Alexander rolled his eyes and got back to his doings, sucking in such a delicious way Eli had to throw his head back and close his eyes as the head kept moving up and down and he was so close, it definitely wouldn’t last much longer.
There was a loud moan and he didn’t know where it came from. He opened his eyes and saw his laptop lying awkwardly on his lap and his earphones were pulled back slightly. He rubbed his eyes, realizing, for his immense relief, he was alone that time.
Watching porn in a room where Alexander’s pictures were everywhere would decidedly be off limits for quite a while.
*
Eli cleansed the small bits of foam that slipped from the razor while he shaved and dried his face off before smoothing after shave lotion on his cheeks and jaw, enjoying the fresh feeling it applied to his skin. His pajama pants were wet because he was that clumsy but he just shrugged and turned the bathroom lights off, going back to his hotel room.
It was very much normal - he remembered having going off with his group on a trip and it had been a pleasant surprise that all of them had gotten individual rooms. He planned on playing anything on his PSP before going to sleep, since the other day would be long and exhausting, making these his last few hours of rest.
However, his plans were disturbed when he noticed something was not right. There was someone on his bed, taking his very precious space and he was about to snap at the person when he got a closer look.
“Hyung?” he tried when he saw Alexander’s face sticking out of the sheets. It was covered by a rather feminine sleeping mask, all lacy and milky white, his hair strands falling cutely over it. He frowned and shook the boy when he didn’t reply.
Making a vague sound, Alexander shifted on the bed and the sheet rolled over and away from him, letting Eli see what he was wearing. In the back of his head, Eli noticed what was going on way too well, but now he - once again - was too busy leering to care. The mask had a matching white robe, which was tied around Alexander, ending on the middle of his thighs, exactly above where almost see-through stockings ended with details made of silk and lace.
Sitting beside the boy, Eli debated on whether he should or shouldn’t wake him. Trying to shake him once again without success, he took notice of how warm Alexander’s arm felt. So warm he didn’t see the harm he could cause by just stroking his arm, making the long silk sleeve scrunch a little. It surely wasn’t bad, he wasn’t doing anything wrong when the hand suddenly moved to the chest - he just wanted to feel the flowers knit to the fabric, absent-mindedly thinking it suited Alexander graciously.
The hand moved to his face, thumb tracing the slightly parted lips and he felt so tempted to pull the mask off because it was pretty but Alexander was easily prettier, but he decided to leave it untouched.
Sending ethics to hell, he let himself caress the long legs that were covered by the white nylon, the circles on his thighs tied by ribbons and he couldn’t help but go up, eyes glued to the skin between the stockings and the robe and it felt so smooth under his touch. He eyed Alexander’s face, trying to detect any signs of consciousness but only meeting the same unmoving features.
He was so far that stretching it a bit certainly wouldn’t hurt and he finally moved his hand under the robe and widened his eyes because there was nothing but warm skin. Tugging at the knot that kept the robe in place, he saw a practically naked, sleeping Alexander.
Eli took a sharp breath and touched because control was beyond capacity. It was just so easy to let his hands take their own course on Alexander’s torso and grab the hips, enjoying the way they felt when squeezed, so delicate and tempting. Eli was about to touch the groin but he paused, dangerously close to it.
A hand touched his and made it move. He looked up and saw Alexander’s face unchanged, but the insistent hand made him touch the sensitive area and a small grunt left the parted lips. Both Alexander’s hands now guided his own into stroking and moving and doing all the right things while Eli just watched, dumbfounded.
Alexander then sat up on his lap blindly, reaching for something under one of the pillows and placing it on Eli’s hand. He just lifted his hips when a slick finger searched for his entrance and slowly made its way in as Eli kissed his neck and collarbones, making the robe fall half way on his arms and Alexander grasped at his hair and made their mouths collide when a second finger was poked in.
Eli was a gentleman - he took it slow and nice and waited for Alexander to be comfortable enough to pull the fingers out and guide him onto his cock by the hips. After finally being all the way down on him, Alexander breathed out, the mask still over his eyes and he only felt Eli pull him closer and restart kissing his collarbones.
Barely a minute later, Alexander grinded his hips up and down in a crescendo rhythm and held onto the boy’s neck, happy to hear his grunt of approval. Eli’s hands moved to his waist and he breathed erratically onto his shoulder, trying to gulp down the choking sensation on his throat.
When Alexander let out a frustrated whimper, having tried to move just so he’d feel that spot on him be touched, Eli placed his hands on the back of his knees and pushed them both onto the bed, getting Alexander’s legs stuck between their bodies as he started thrusting into him.
After some blind shots, he finally hit it and Alexander screamed beautifully under him, taking his mask off with urgency and looking into Eli’s eyes, pulling him down for a messy kiss. Eli just slid their lips together, trying to keep hitting the spot and reaching for Alexander’s erection since he wouldn’t hold for too long.
“Um, Eli?”
No, he screamed somewhere, in the back of his head. It couldn’t end now, he thought with a fulminating wave of frustration taking over him as he opened his eyes and found himself on the bed back in U-Kiss’ dorm. No trip, no individual rooms, no sex but with a particularity - Alexander was there, very close to him.
To be exact, Eli had hugged him in his sleep and put their heads so close together it was a shame they weren’t kissing already. They were staring into each other’s eyes, Eli with a confused expression while Alexander was rather shocked.
“Are you planning on letting me go anytime soon?” he said playfully. Eli was about to drop his hands away when he realized he didn’t want to.
“No,” he thus answered. Alexander just raised his brows and expected something to happen, a bit disappointed when Eli did nothing but stay still. He shrugged and decided to close the distance between them and kiss at once. While Eli hadn’t been expecting him to make the move, he wasn’t complaining and just followed Alexander, holding his hips closer. Something, though, occured to him. “Wait, what about Kibum hyung and Kevin?”
Alexander looked to the side of the bed where Kevin curled up in Kibum’s side hug and smiled mischievously.
“They can live through the trauma,” he decided and Eli didn’t contest.
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elison Kim/Alexander Lee
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Fetishes of all sorts, not quite kinky. No beta. Luu took care of that for me ♥
Summary: What's on Eli's mind when he just stares.
N/A: romantikyu asked for more on the stockings thing, I hope this is anything close to what you wanted. Also, based on choko-jun's emphatic obsession over Alexander's legs. You totally didn't hear that from me, though.
The air was impregnated with an accentually sweet smell.
Eli sat on a very large armchair, which had an odd imperial aspect to its patterned red fabric and golden details. He wore an impeccably ironed tuxedo, the darkest tone of black he’d ever seen - if that made sense at all -, very smooth against his skin. He put an elbow over one of the chair’s arms and tapped his lower lip lightly with a finger, expecting something he didn’t know what it was, and sunk further into the coziness of the furniture.
His eyes darted around the room, or the lack of it, since he couldn’t see a thing barely a meter away from his feet, being his surroundings entirely swallowed by deep darkness. Though he did spot, as if hanging on thin air, a crystal tray engraved with an eccentric flower pattern. Inside it there was what he judged to be chocolate ice cream, layers and more layers of it, equally flavored syrup adorning it abundantly.
After just a blink of eyes, a person materialized right before his eyes as in magic. On a calmer look, he noticed the person was Alexander, Alexander who appeared to be very much naked, with only a satin sheet loosely tied around his hips, beige cascades running down his legs and meeting the floor.
Alexander didn’t do much walking and straddled one of Eli’s legs, propping one of his own on the small space the chair offered and the other one between the other boy’s thighs, staring straight at him with round, adorably naïve eyes.
A very sharp voice told Eli exactly what he was supposed to do, so Eli took the silver spoon beside the tray and dived it into the desert, taking a generous amount and directing it to Alexander’s lips. He watched, mesmerized, as the boy parted those lips and licked at the spoon, letting the ice cream melt on his tongue gracefully. Alexander closed his eyes and hummed before swallowing and looking, once again, into Eli’s widened pupils with an impossible air of innocence.
For some reason, Alexander placed his hands on Eli’s shoulders and inched closer while the latter carried yet again the spoon right into his mouth. His eyes never left Eli as he sucked at the utensil for the very last drop of the frozen treat he could taste. Eli easily noticed the legs moving slightly, one of them teasing his inner thighs while the toes of the other one caressed his knee in a rather messy fashion.
On the third spoonful, Eli’s hand jerked involuntarily and the syrup fell all over Alexander - on the lips, on the chin, slipping down his chest invitingly. He let out a small “oh” as the chocolate ran down, almost reaching the stomach when Eli decided he had to do something about it.
Dropping the spoon to the floor, he let the boy’s torso lean onto his hands and firmly held his arching back as his mouth aimed to the syrup drop and he sucked it past his lips, tasting cocoa and Alexander, who had let his head fall back. He grazed his lower teeth against the skin, heading up and collecting the sticky substance inside his own mouth, leaving light red marks on the slightly tanned chest.
As his mouth moved up, Alexander’s body pressed right into his and Eli had him entirely under his hold when he reached the chin and nipped at it hungrily, letting his tongue slide against its tip. Alexander adjusted himself so he’d sit on Eli’s lap properly and moved his hips onto the crotch, hissing when he met the almost full erection.
Eli’s fingers caressed the small of his back and he tilted his head forward until they were kissing slow yet deeply, exploring, as much as they could, the confines of each other’s mouths. Eli drove his hand up one of Alexander’s legs, lifting the soft fabric up and revealing the silky skin that felt heavenly smooth under his fingers. Going further up, he confirmed that the boy was, indeed, nude when he palmed the buttocks and the hipbones.
Alexander lolled his head to the side as Eli’s hands possessively went around the back of his thighs and stroked the inner area of them. They teased by going down and up and down again, while Eli observed his every movement and the way he bit at his own lower lip when he got once again denied being touched.
“Just-” he tried and dug his nails into Eli’s shoulders. Eli was more than fascinated and stopped his ministrations just to hear, because that voice, husky and breathy, was more addicting than any music would ever be. “More,” Alexander demanded and the fingertips traveled up just so subtly.
“Like that?” his voice came out hoarse and anxious, which surprised him a little.
Alexander shook his head hurriedly and opened his legs further. “No,” he whimpered, so clearly frustrated, “it’s not enough, I,” he grasped Eli’s nape and made their eyes meet, “I want much more.”
Suddenly things got shaky and the whole scenario seemed like having vanished like smoke into air, including Alexander, who disintegrated in a matter of seconds. He opened his eyes urgently and looked with a shocked expression to a rather scared Dongho, who was currently squirming away from him.
“Eli, are you even listening?”
He focused his sight and saw Alexander in his usual training loose shirt and sweatpants and, looking down, he saw he was in his normal rehearsing clothing, just like everyone else. He blinked at Alexander, who just smiled childishly.
“I said I want more ice cream, can you get it, since you’re closer to it?” he said, pausing at each word and someone snickered behind him, making Eli throw a dirty look at the general direction of it. He took Alexander’s glass and proceeded to put more of the chocolate ice cream into it, also serving some for himself. He definitely needed something to cool off with.
“Oh, God, it’s happened. Eli finally had his brain permanently damaged, everyone,” Kibum said, patting his shoulder in mock comfort, only to be shrugged off by an irritated Eli. Because, even though it was just a joke, he was pretty sure Kibum was right, he thought, glancing at Alexander’s lips sticky with chocolate.
*
This time, the ambient was much more illuminated. Sunlight bathed the old, small practice room through the cracks on the high windows. It was an antique dance studio, wooden floor and large, stained mirrors, with support bars Eli thought that were fit for the training of ballerinas.
He wandered around it for a few seconds, inspecting the dusty upright piano and caskets that seemed to have been pushed to the sides of it for more space. He ran his fingers across the piano’s keys, pushing them randomly, before sighing and going to the other part of the studio. He stared at his own reflection in boredom, before turning around and facing the mirror on the opposite wall, taking firm hold of the bar behind him and forcing his torso forward, feeling the muscles of his back stretching pleasantly.
He shut his eyes closed and let go, having put a foot forward to keep him from falling face first to the floor. He let his arms relax a bit before leaning back to the bar, only there was something - or someone, he realized without the faintest sign of surprise - keeping him from reaching it. Instead, he ended up leaning onto that person’s chest, opening his eyes and seeing his own figure resting against Alexander, who sat on the bar.
Alexander shifted a little so he’d hug him and parted his legs, making Eli more comfortable in the embrace. While the boy happily crossed his arms around his neck, Eli was still having difficulties with the general look he had on. The upper part was fine - a closed, black hoodie that only exposed his collarbones. But then his eyes lingered on Alexander’s legs, which were curling around his waist. Two long white ribbons on the ballet slippers he was wearing were intertwined around each one of them, crossing and curving on the skin, coming under a very long equally white tutu that could reach his ankles.
Eli looked down, entranced by the colliding spirals around the boy’s legs, and reached for them, sliding his fingertips along the knees and up to the slim thighs that were pressed to each side of his body. Alexander turned his face and touched the crook of Eli’s neck with the tip of his nose, taking in the smell of his suave cologne, making him let his head lean back.
Alexander’s legs started moving around Eli without much difficulty, one of the feet dropping to the region between his thighs, dangerously close to his groin, making circles on the sensitive area with his heel, while the other foot hung loosely before the hardening cock, almost touching it but not quite there and it was making Eli crazy.
He let out a small grunt of impatience and Alexander chuckled near his ear in delight, unfolding his arms and letting his hands explore Eli, alternating between stroking the skin under his shirt and just ghosting the fingertips around the navel.
As the heel finally met the underside of his crotch, he pushed Eli forward and took his shirt off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Eli’s nails scratched slightly the area bellow Alexander’s buttocks that was in-between the ribbons as the other ran a hand down his chest, finger stroking the line above the waistband of his sweatpants agonizingly.
“Alexander,” he called in an warning voice, looking at the boy through the mirror across the room and meeting a devious grin that adorned Alexander’s face as he batted his eyelashes and slowly started shoving his hand under the waistband and pushing his hips forward, making Eli feel exactly how hard he was.
“Yes?”
Eli blinked.
Kiseop was looking at him with a worried expression and Alexander looked down and at him, a fading smile on his lips as he frowned a bit.
“Yes, Eli?”
It took him five seconds to remember that Alexander had started playing around, imitating a ballerina and failing to even stand on the tips of his toes, let alone do anything else. While Soohyun was laughing his lungs out of his body, Alexander managed to fall to the ground while trying to pull a grand jeté. Obviously, Eli’s mind didn’t process the hilariousness of it and only could provide him visualizations of Alexander exposing his legs under a tutu.
He had also called out for him while on his musing. Now, he panicked, trying to come up with something to say. Anything.
“You’d make an awful ballerina, hyung,” he lied.
Alexander just stuck his tongue out at him.
*
He walked in with the help of the flashing dim lights of unusual colors and spotted the purple, cheap looking sofa before the long metallic pole. He sat on it, taking one of the small glasses beside it and downing it in one go. His face scrunched up when the vodka burned his throat and esophagus, the sensation only wearing off after some seconds. He took yet another glass with a differently colored liquid in it and was glad to realize the content was much smoother than his first shot. He made a mental note to only drink those.
There was some music on, just as hideous as the rest of the environment, but surprisingly helping to hold a certain feeling of anticipation. Because he knew what - who to expect, but he was getting eager to know how he’d have them. The moving lights danced on his loose dark jeans and he began feeling a little cold, since he was only wearing a black tank top with a matching hat over his - and he noticed vaguely - blonde hair.
The lousy song stopped abruptly. He looked up, only hearing loud thuds on the floor, steps of someone who approached him, taking their own time. He adjusted himself on the sofa, taking another shot to help him get over the sudden anxiety. When a shoe got into his vision field, he arched an eyebrow, debating on what kind of situation that was, after all. That couldn’t be who he had thought that would be because surely the person wouldn’t-
He choked.
It was exactly who he’d been expecting and that alone made it a whole lot difficult for him to even breathe normally. Because just a few inches away from him stood Alexander chewing some gum, in high heeled vinyl boots that went all the way up to the middle of his legs, a skirt that was too short for decency and a rather tight button-up shirt. Not to mention gloves fitting the boots. His hair was also different, tending to an auburn color, but Eli’s eyes got stuck on the skirt, so he didn’t quite register it.
Alexander smirked slyly at Eli and slid his - gloved - hand against the pole and before making a swift move and, suddenly, he was upside down, one leg hooked around it for support while the other was held close to it, his free hand keeping the skirt from gliding and revealing and Eli cursed under his breath. The boots made squeaky noises and the lights colored Alexander’s body in neon pinks and blues and purples that only added to the sensuality of the body waves he managed to produce.
When he finally left the damn pole and straightened his skirt with a few strokes, Eli unconsciously leaned forward, waiting, expecting, needing. Alexander snorted, still chewing his gum in a somehow obscene way and placed a foot on his chest, careful not to hurt him, and jerked him back onto the couch softy.
“Chill, big boy,” he whispered and kneeled between his legs, bending onto him with a small smile on his moving lips, jaw still moving. Eli gazed at his shady eyes, make up causing them to look sharp and piercing, hiding the usual happy, childish glint they had on them. Eli decided he liked the change for the moment, mainly when Alexander ran a finger leisurely down his chest and blew air into his gum, forming a pink bubble that popped after some seconds.
“Eager to play, aren’t you?” he commented when Eli jerked his hips into his chest. He caressed Eli’s hair, the vinyl sticking to it uncomfortably but it was not like either of them cared. Inching closer, Alexander laid his lips on Eli’s lazily, not doing anything but darting his tongue out and lick at the lower one, pulling back when the boy started to respond. “Got a napkin?” he asked and Eli hurriedly pulled a handkerchief he didn’t know he was carrying out of his pocket and handed it to Alexander, who spit his gum into it and cast it aside. “Oops,” he said mockingly, “I hope you didn’t plan on using that.”
Honestly, Eli didn’t give a damn. He’d rather have Alexander with an unoccupied mouth because that could mean so many things it made his head spin just imagining. He watched as Alexander reached for one of the glasses beside him and put it in his hand before yanking his shirt up, pouring sugar on the spot above his navel. “Serve me,” he instructed and licked the sugar from his skin and threw his had back, mouth open and Eli turned the glass and saw the drink fall right into his mouth, some running down the corner and onto his chin.
Alexander swallowed and hummed happily as he let his tongue collect the last bit of alcohol on his lips and Eli dried the missing drop from his jaw. With a leering smile, he leaned forward and distributed random kisses down his chest, flicking his tongue out, grazing his teeth and Eli only ran his fingers up and down his arms as the tension built up. His breathing got heavier as Alexander moved down and nipped at the lower part of his bellybutton.
Fingers working unceremoniously on the buttons of Eli’s jeans, he threw him a lusty glance and dived the fingers under the waist band of his underwear once the jeans’ zipper was down.
“Let’s see what you got for me,” it was awfully embarrassing when his cock practically jumped out of his boxers and almost bumped into Alexander’s chin, at the same time it was unbelievably hot how the boy bit at his lower lip with the sight. Alexander took his right hand glove off and slid his hands up Eli’s inner thighs before grabbing the shaft with the uncovered hand and inching his face closer.
Eli shifted his hips and waited, relieved when the glossy lips touched the head and glided down and up again. He was so close to losing it and Alexander noticed it, setting a hand to still his hips as the other guided the cock into his mouth and he breathed hot air against it before finally bumping his head up and down in a slow but satisfying motion.
Not caring about being subtle, Eli grunted and moaned, not sure of what was turning him on more, the moist hotness around him or Alexander’s general expressions and closed eyes and how his butt stuck out and it should look cheap but he made it look classy in a twisted way. Without realizing, he had begun thrusting into the other’s mouth without any caution, almost gagging the boy. Alexander pulled back and coughed a little before taking a deep, large breath and looking at Eli with a shaky laugh.
“You’re way too big to do that, so try not to, ok?” he demanded and Eli might have whimpered at how slutty that sounded, mainly because he was stroking him with his bare hand while speaking and Eli kept picturing his lips back on his cock, not paying much attention.
Alexander rolled his eyes and got back to his doings, sucking in such a delicious way Eli had to throw his head back and close his eyes as the head kept moving up and down and he was so close, it definitely wouldn’t last much longer.
There was a loud moan and he didn’t know where it came from. He opened his eyes and saw his laptop lying awkwardly on his lap and his earphones were pulled back slightly. He rubbed his eyes, realizing, for his immense relief, he was alone that time.
Watching porn in a room where Alexander’s pictures were everywhere would decidedly be off limits for quite a while.
*
Eli cleansed the small bits of foam that slipped from the razor while he shaved and dried his face off before smoothing after shave lotion on his cheeks and jaw, enjoying the fresh feeling it applied to his skin. His pajama pants were wet because he was that clumsy but he just shrugged and turned the bathroom lights off, going back to his hotel room.
It was very much normal - he remembered having going off with his group on a trip and it had been a pleasant surprise that all of them had gotten individual rooms. He planned on playing anything on his PSP before going to sleep, since the other day would be long and exhausting, making these his last few hours of rest.
However, his plans were disturbed when he noticed something was not right. There was someone on his bed, taking his very precious space and he was about to snap at the person when he got a closer look.
“Hyung?” he tried when he saw Alexander’s face sticking out of the sheets. It was covered by a rather feminine sleeping mask, all lacy and milky white, his hair strands falling cutely over it. He frowned and shook the boy when he didn’t reply.
Making a vague sound, Alexander shifted on the bed and the sheet rolled over and away from him, letting Eli see what he was wearing. In the back of his head, Eli noticed what was going on way too well, but now he - once again - was too busy leering to care. The mask had a matching white robe, which was tied around Alexander, ending on the middle of his thighs, exactly above where almost see-through stockings ended with details made of silk and lace.
Sitting beside the boy, Eli debated on whether he should or shouldn’t wake him. Trying to shake him once again without success, he took notice of how warm Alexander’s arm felt. So warm he didn’t see the harm he could cause by just stroking his arm, making the long silk sleeve scrunch a little. It surely wasn’t bad, he wasn’t doing anything wrong when the hand suddenly moved to the chest - he just wanted to feel the flowers knit to the fabric, absent-mindedly thinking it suited Alexander graciously.
The hand moved to his face, thumb tracing the slightly parted lips and he felt so tempted to pull the mask off because it was pretty but Alexander was easily prettier, but he decided to leave it untouched.
Sending ethics to hell, he let himself caress the long legs that were covered by the white nylon, the circles on his thighs tied by ribbons and he couldn’t help but go up, eyes glued to the skin between the stockings and the robe and it felt so smooth under his touch. He eyed Alexander’s face, trying to detect any signs of consciousness but only meeting the same unmoving features.
He was so far that stretching it a bit certainly wouldn’t hurt and he finally moved his hand under the robe and widened his eyes because there was nothing but warm skin. Tugging at the knot that kept the robe in place, he saw a practically naked, sleeping Alexander.
Eli took a sharp breath and touched because control was beyond capacity. It was just so easy to let his hands take their own course on Alexander’s torso and grab the hips, enjoying the way they felt when squeezed, so delicate and tempting. Eli was about to touch the groin but he paused, dangerously close to it.
A hand touched his and made it move. He looked up and saw Alexander’s face unchanged, but the insistent hand made him touch the sensitive area and a small grunt left the parted lips. Both Alexander’s hands now guided his own into stroking and moving and doing all the right things while Eli just watched, dumbfounded.
Alexander then sat up on his lap blindly, reaching for something under one of the pillows and placing it on Eli’s hand. He just lifted his hips when a slick finger searched for his entrance and slowly made its way in as Eli kissed his neck and collarbones, making the robe fall half way on his arms and Alexander grasped at his hair and made their mouths collide when a second finger was poked in.
Eli was a gentleman - he took it slow and nice and waited for Alexander to be comfortable enough to pull the fingers out and guide him onto his cock by the hips. After finally being all the way down on him, Alexander breathed out, the mask still over his eyes and he only felt Eli pull him closer and restart kissing his collarbones.
Barely a minute later, Alexander grinded his hips up and down in a crescendo rhythm and held onto the boy’s neck, happy to hear his grunt of approval. Eli’s hands moved to his waist and he breathed erratically onto his shoulder, trying to gulp down the choking sensation on his throat.
When Alexander let out a frustrated whimper, having tried to move just so he’d feel that spot on him be touched, Eli placed his hands on the back of his knees and pushed them both onto the bed, getting Alexander’s legs stuck between their bodies as he started thrusting into him.
After some blind shots, he finally hit it and Alexander screamed beautifully under him, taking his mask off with urgency and looking into Eli’s eyes, pulling him down for a messy kiss. Eli just slid their lips together, trying to keep hitting the spot and reaching for Alexander’s erection since he wouldn’t hold for too long.
“Um, Eli?”
No, he screamed somewhere, in the back of his head. It couldn’t end now, he thought with a fulminating wave of frustration taking over him as he opened his eyes and found himself on the bed back in U-Kiss’ dorm. No trip, no individual rooms, no sex but with a particularity - Alexander was there, very close to him.
To be exact, Eli had hugged him in his sleep and put their heads so close together it was a shame they weren’t kissing already. They were staring into each other’s eyes, Eli with a confused expression while Alexander was rather shocked.
“Are you planning on letting me go anytime soon?” he said playfully. Eli was about to drop his hands away when he realized he didn’t want to.
“No,” he thus answered. Alexander just raised his brows and expected something to happen, a bit disappointed when Eli did nothing but stay still. He shrugged and decided to close the distance between them and kiss at once. While Eli hadn’t been expecting him to make the move, he wasn’t complaining and just followed Alexander, holding his hips closer. Something, though, occured to him. “Wait, what about Kibum hyung and Kevin?”
Alexander looked to the side of the bed where Kevin curled up in Kibum’s side hug and smiled mischievously.
“They can live through the trauma,” he decided and Eli didn’t contest.