Off the Record (3/3)
Donghae had never really felt attracted to men. In a way, he thought, that made it so much easier living close together with them because that was one thing he’d never had to worry about. But now, once he had started noticing Kyuhyun in ways he had only ever noticed girls before, he just couldn’t seem to stop.
He caught himself watching the maknae, especially backstage when nothing else was there to demand his attention, noticing little things about him that had never really occurred to him before, like the way he touched his tongue to the roof of his mouth when he laughed. It distracted him and he would’ve felt like a creeper if not for the moments when Kyuhyun looked up to find him staring and only smiled brightly.
Despite the unexpected turn to the situation and Donghae’s new awareness, Kyuhyun didn’t seem to feel as if their friendship had changed at all, kiss or no kiss. Donghae was unsure whether he was bothered by that or grateful for it, but the hectic schedule the next day didn’t really leave him time to think.
He was pulling at the wire that went from his headset to the transmitter strapped to his hip, trying to get the whole thing to lie more comfortably and succeeding just as much as always, when Kyuhyun and Zhoumi stepped up to him, prepared for their stage appearance in a few minutes.
“Do you want some help with your wiring?” Zhoumi asked kindly, eyeing him as he fiddled.
“No, thanks,” Donghae grunted, trying to focus on restrapping the transmitter instead of Kyuhyun’s presence right next to him, radiating heat.
There was shuffling, and from the corner of his eye he could see that Zhoumi had crossed his arms and turned towards Kyuhyun. “Before I forget, “ he began, sounding ominous, “could you maybe not turn the wrong way and walk into me this time on stage, Kuixian? I don’t think it’s half as funny as you apparently do.”
When Kyuhyun spoke, it was with fake indignation. “Yeah, just make fun of my dancing and rub it in.”
Zhoumi sighed. “Could we be serious about this? I’m tired of bruises.”
“I know I’m not very good, but you don’t have to be mean about it, Mimi,” Kyuhyun replied, still pretending to be hurt.
“Whatever. Just cut the stupidity, Kyuhyun,” Zhoumi answered curtly, clearly out of patience with Kyuhyun’s obnoxious mood. Their manager called the minute warning and Zhoumi mumbled a “good luck” before he walked off to find the other members.
Donghae kept his eyes on the floor as he adjusted his headset once more. There was more rustling, then Kyuhyun’s feet came into view and the maknae pulled his hands away from his wiring. “Stop it, hyung, you’re going to fiddle with it anyways before you start your part.”
“It just feels uncomfortable,” Donghae mumbled, too aware of Kyuhyun’s warm hands on his wrists. He pulled his hands back and finally looked up, offering a weak grin. “We should probably get over to the others.”
“Right,” Kyuhyun said. “Break a leg, hyung.” He smiled, pulling him into a short hug, then planted a peck squarely on his mouth before he walked off, leaving Donghae a bit too hot. He tried not to think about it as they were called to go out on stage and instead immersed himself into the performance.
They blew the fans away, and it was exhilarating to be out there, performing for a crowd of screaming people, interacting with them as they sang and danced and made their fans happy. They performed two songs in a breathless rush, moving over the stage flawlessly, having fun as they played around without ever missing a break in their respective parts.
Donghae was sweaty and tired afterwards, but on a stage high that made him want to bounce off walls with happiness. He came off stage last, staying until the last minute to wave and smile at their fans, and backstage he jumped on Siwon’s back, laughing. Siwon almost stumbled into Ryeowook, but dutifully carried him for a few steps before shaking him off, and hiding behind Zhoumi’s back from any further attack.
It was then that Kyuhyun grabbed his wrist and held him back just before they rounded a corner, letting a few staff members pass them before he said “hyung,” took his face in his hands and kissed him.
If Donghae hadn’t been full of adrenaline, he might have pushed him off, but his heart slammed painfully and his blood was rushing and he really wanted this, and so he pushed Kyuhyun against the wall and kissed back fiercely. There was no awkwardness in this anymore, just a heady rush of lust as he pressed against Kyuhyun, heat all around him, and the other’s sweaty skin under his hands. Kyuhyun made a low sound and buried his fingers in his hair and then Donghae’s hands brushed over his stomach and he could feel Kyuhyun’s muscles jumping and his heaving breaths.
Donghae could feel himself hardening, could feel the lust coiling, and even though he’d never thought about it, all he knew at that moment was that he wanted Kyuhyun, wanted him so badly.
He had forgotten that they were backstage, in a hallway, until someone incredulously said “hyung?” right next to them. Donghae jumped involuntarily, taking an instinctive step back from Kyuhyun who was breathing just as heavily as he was. Turning his head, he saw Henry staring at them, looking shocked and disbelieving. Henry cursed in English before he caught himself.
“What the fuck, hyung? What’re you doing? In a hallway?” he groaned, apparently more appalled at their indiscretion than at the fact that he had caught them kissing.
Donghae didn’t really know what to say to that and his thoughts still felt hazy and slow. So he just stared back at Henry, waiting for something, anything.
“Fuck, I think I should better tell Siwon-hyung about this,” Henry said, still looking too wide-eyed.
“What?!” Donghae choked, at the same time that Kyuhyun managed a horrified groan. Siwon wouldn’t take the discovery as well as Henry obviously did.
Henry eyed them disapprovingly. “Since you two are apparently unable to think straight, someone has to make sure that you’re not ruining the group.”
Kyuhyun cursed, but Donghae grabbed Henry’s arm. “God, Henry, please. We never even did anything, really!”
He must have looked desperate or very truthful because Henry stopped rubbing his nose, glancing over at Kyuhyun. “Is that true?”
The singer was still slumped against the wall as he shrugged. “Nothing more than kissing. It’s not like we’ve been hiding a relationship or something.”
Henry stared as if to assess how truthful Kyuhyun was being, then he looked back at Donghae, chewing on his bottom lip. “Fine. But the next time I see so much as a peck in public, Siwon-hyung will hear about this.” He trailed off and frowned. “I can’t believe I’m really letting you guys off. If you’re shitting me with this, you’re so gonna get it, I swear.” Still scowling, he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to point to the dressing room. “Let’s go.”
Donghae sighed soundlessly, letting his shoulders slump in relief. When he looked over to Kyuhyun, the singer was looking at him, lips curled into a slight smirk that hooked Donghae’s eyes to them. Only when Kyuhyun pushed off the wall and said “come on, hyung,” did he look back to Henry and set into motion.
They trotted back to the dressing room in silence. Kyuhyun’s hand kept brushing against Donghae’s as they walked side by side, and while the touch was too light and innocent to cause any physical reaction, it reminded him of the burning heat from only a few moments before and he began to wonder if he had lost his mind. A few weeks ago he wouldn’t have spared Kyuhyun a second thought in that aspect and now he pushed him against a wall in public to have his way with him.
But the thing was that he had started sparing him more than just second thoughts and now he was in so deep that there was no way back. And the most ironic thing was that it was all his own doing.
Glancing at Kyuhyun’s calm face from the corner of his eye, Donghae decided that it was fortunate then that he’d always been someone to take things in stride and keep an optimistic outlook. If things couldn’t be changed, he’d just make do as good as possible with what was there, and it looked as if trying to go back to an uncomplicated friendship was futile.
He still had no idea what exactly he had gotten himself into, but he felt calmer once he had accepted that he couldn’t get out of it. The smile for the other members when they entered the dressing room came easily and no one really bothered to ask where they had been.
Henry gave them one last warning glance before shuffling over to talk to Ryeowook, and Donghae decided to be good and went over to Siwon instead of staying at Kyuhyun’s side, but he didn’t go without deviously trailing his fingers over the other’s abdomen as he passed him, grinning at the shiver that ran through Kyuhyun.
With the help of the bustling staff, everyone had been stuffed into their street wear and divested of accessories within an hour, and they were back in their van and on the way to the dormitory without any hassle. Henry had decided to take the seat beside Kyuhyun in the corner, watching suspiciously as the singer and Donghae exchanged a smile before Donghae went to sit next to Ryeowook.
But Henry couldn’t do anything to keep them separated when they got to their hotel and everyone vanished into their respective rooms. There was a heavy silence between them, indicating that neither of them really knew what to say, which would have been comforting to Donghae if not for the pervading awkwardness that came with it. He knew he wasn’t the smoothest talker and this moment made him even more aware of that fact than usual.
He pulled off his shoes and went to put his phone on the bedside table. When he glanced up, Kyuhyun was looking at him, perched on the edge of his bed, uncomfortably curling his fingers into the sheets. Swallowing as he struggled for words, Donghae finally settled with, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Kyuhyun only nodded mutely and continued to watch him and Donghae wondered where all the heat and the ease from before had gone. He made his way to the bathroom door and had half stepped inside when Kyuhyun said, “Hyung.”
When Donghae turned around, Kyuhyun had gotten up from the bed and stepped towards him hesitantly. Donghae mutely watched him approach as his heart missed a beat at the look on the maknae’s face. Time seemed to stretch, and then Kyuhyun was in front of him and they just stared at each other for a second.
Then Donghae swallowed and pushed the door open wider, and Kyuhyun closed the gap between them and kissed him fiercely, hands buried in his hair. The tingles in his stomach exploded and sent searing heat spreading through his body that made him press closer and wrap his arms around the maknae’s middle.
He felt like his world had been reduced to the sensations suddenly flooding his brain, and he tilted his head, opening his mouth to suck and nip at Kyuhyun’s bottom lip, their mouths moving urgently over each other. Desperate for the feeling of skin, he bunched the fabric of Kyuhyun’s shirt up and slid his hands up the other’s warm back and around to the front, his fingers brushing over the bumps of his rips and the hardened nipples. When his thumb rubbed over one of the nubs, Kyuhyun groaned into his mouth.
Donghae moved his thumb again, and this time Kyuhyun shuddered, fingers digging into his scalp. The pain made him hiss, but then Kyuhyun’s tongue was brushing against his and his teeth were dragging over Donghae’s bottom lip and everything was pure, burning pleasure again.
Blindly looking for something to prop them up, Donghae pushed the maknae deeper into the bathroom. They stumbled and almost crashed unto the hard tile floor, but Kyuhyun managed to get a hold of the countertop at the last second while Donghae fell into him, pushing him against it. Kyuhyun grunted at the impact and Donghae laughed breathlessly at their clumsiness, his lips still half molded against Kyuhyun’s, his fingers still tangled in his shirt.
He pulled Kyuhyun’s shirt over the other’s head, throwing it aside before tangling his hands in his hair to drag him into another hard kiss. Kyuhyun raked his hands down his back until they closed around his butt and jerked him closer. The sudden jolt of white-hot pleasure as his erection was pressed against Kyuhyun’s groin made Donghae groan as he buried his face into the other’s neck. Kyuhyun’s hips bucked against his and he ground back against the friction. “Fuck,” he whispered hoarsely into the sweaty skin. “Fuck, Kyuhyun.”
Kyuhyun’s only answer was a drawn-out moan as he pushed up against him again and again, his fingers sliding up Donghae’s front to brush a thumb over his nipples, forcing a choked moan out of the dancer. He was tugging his shirt up over his head, and Donghae hazily raised his arms in compliance, his thoughts fogged from the constant friction against his erection. He leaned forward to press kisses against Kyuhyun’s jaw, licking his way up to the ear before he gently bit into the earlobe.
Kyuhyun’s hips jerked violently and he cursed in a choked voice, even as his fingers went to the front of Donghae’s jeans to fumblingly open the button. When the fly was pulled down and the material slid down his hips, Donghae hissed in pleasure as Kyuhyun pulled him down against his erection.
And then Kyuhyun’s hands tugged at his boxers, making his pants pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them to kick them away, but Kyuhyun’s fingers around his member almost made him stumble. He groaned loudly and let his forehead slump against the maknae’s sweaty shoulder. Kyuhyun gave him a firm stroke that made his knees buckle and all rational thought evaporate.
Donghae bit his lip, shuddering from the intense sensations as the maknae dragged his hand up his shaft over and over again, whispering curses into his ear. He could hear the noises he made, grunts and breathless moans, could hear them muted as if from afar and he was so hot, so damn hot, and he was panting heavily, feeling as if there wasn’t enough air to fill his lungs.
And then Kyuhyun pulled his hand away and everything became a bit clearer again as Donghae drew in shuddering breaths, his slamming heart echoing in his ears. He vaguely registered Kyuhyun’s fingers fumbling between them and when he blinked open his eyes, the other was pushing his own pants over his hips with a grunt, stepping out of them.
Donghae wrapped his fingers around Kyuhyun’s leaking erection, but he hadn’t given him more than three strokes when the maknae dragged his hand away and instead pulled him close, his chest brushing against Donghae’s with every heaving breath. “Fuck me, Donghae-hyung,” he murmured into his ear, his voice hoarse and low.
And God, Donghae wanted to, so badly. But he wasn’t entirely gone yet and sucked in a breath to help him clear his head a bit, to ignore the throbbing between his legs for just another minute. “Condoms,” he bit out, pressing his hands against the cool countertop to refrain from touching Kyuhyun.
The singer cursed and twisted around to open one of the cabinets, rummaging through his bathroom bag. It seemed to take forever and Donghae stared at the way the muscles in Kyuhyun’s neck shifted when he moved his arm, thinking about leaning down and dragging his tongue over the sinews, licking up the sweat drops over his pulse, but then Kyuhyun pushed something into his hands and was rolling a condom over Donghae’s erection.
Donghae was spreading the lubricant Kyuhyun had given him over his fingers and his erection, when the maknae bucked his hips again, making him hiss. “Hurry.”
Donghae glared, - “so fucking impatient” - but threw the little bottle in the direction of the cabinet before he forcefully turned Kyuhyun around and pushed him down over the countertop with a hand on his back. Kyuhyun gave a startled grunt that turned into a groan when Donghae wrapped his hand back around the others erection while he slowly pushed a finger into him.
When he added a second finger, Kyuhyun made a choked sound and Donghae bent forward to kiss and lick at his back when he pushed in a third. He could hear Kyuhyun stringing curses together, and a pained shiver wracked his whole body when Donghae spread his fingers to stretch him. He tried to give him time to get used to the feeling, jerking him off with quick, firm strokes all the while, and he only pulled out when Kyuhyun moaned.
“Do it quickly,” the maknae grunted when Donghae positioned himself. He hesitated with a look at how Kyuhyun was pressing his forehead against the counter, bracing himself, but when the other moaned again after a harsh tug at his erection, Donghae decided to just get over with it and entered him with a sharp thrust.
Kyuhyun’s half-choked groan was almost lost to him when the sensations from the heat and the friction washed over him, rolling his eyes back into his head. He tightly gripped Kyuhyun’s hip with his free hand and struggled to keep the other moving to help the maknae overcome the pain and keep himself still even if he wanted to thrust deeper because it just felt so, so good, so heavenly, so perfect.
Donghae bit his lip, and then Kyuhyun was suddenly pushing back against him, forcing a grunt out of him, and he thrust, again and again, shallow against the resistance at first, but then deeper and sharper and the pleasure stole his breath away and made his body arch and his fingers dig into soft flesh.
He felt Kyuhyun’s body under him suddenly stretch up when he hit particularly deeply, and the singer’s face in the mirror was frozen in wordless pleasure. When he hit the spot again, Kyuhyun loudly groaned his name and it sounded so dirty and perfect that Donghae bent forward and told him to say it again and again as his thrusts became faster and sharper, and he could feel himself winding tighter, breathlessly seeking more friction and heat and tightness and Kyuhyun.
And then Kyuhyun was shuddering under him, his walls contracting sharply around Donghae’s member and Donghae felt the pleasure explode and the world fall away in mindblowing, white-hot perfection.
He was panting heavily when it was over, and as he opened his eyes, Kyuhyun was bonelessly draped over the countertop. It took all of Donghae’s strength to straighten and stumble back a bit. He got rid of the spoiled condom on wobbling legs, before he grabbed Kyuhyun around the middle and pulled him upright, turning them around so that his own hips were pushed against the marble.
Donghae had no idea what to say - what do you say to your band member after you had fucked him over the bathroom counter? - and absently pressed his mouth against Kyuhyun’s shoulder while he was mentally fumbling for words. His brain still felt mushy, as if it had been shut down and needed time to start working again, making thinking almost impossible.
Kyuhyun’s fingertips brushed over his knuckles. “Well,” he said, sounding breathless, “we probably shouldn’t tell Henry about this.”
Donghae smiled into his shoulder. “Or Siwon.”
“Maybe anyone really,” Kyuhyun snorted. “So, hyung, feeling less lonely now?”
“God, yes.” Donghae laughed, squeezing the maknae for good measure. He felt boneless and sated and entirely comfortable and never wanted to get up again. It’d be nice to stay like that, just pressed together in the afterglow.
“So,” Kyuhyun said again, but it sounded a lot more hesitant, “will this…” He faltered for a moment, drawing meaningless doodles on the back of Donghae’s hand with his fingertip. “Do you want to keep this a one-time thing?”
“Oh.” Donghae really hadn’t thought about that. Rather, he hadn’t thought about them in this way at all, so he never had the chance to contemplate the consequences and suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Of course sleeping with the guy who was also your band mate would have some consequences in whatever way.
He could feel the tension in Kyuhyun’s shoulders as he pressed another thoughtful kiss to the skin, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he had indeed just had sex with another guy, and that there was no way he could just walk out the door and pretend it had never happened, and that he actually didn’t want to do exactly that because this was surprisingly nice. And he wanted to just stay and lazily hold Kyuhyun.
“Well,” he said finally, clearing his throat sheepishly, “if you’d rather keep this a one-time thing…”
“Are you stupid, hyung?” Kyuhyun said, and for just a moment Donghae was relieved he was still rude and snarky and just the same. “Of course not.”
“Oh,” Donghae repeated. “Well, then…” He had no idea what to say in such a situation.
But apparently, Kyuhyun didn’t need him to be articulate about it. “Good. How about a shower then? I feel disgusting.”
Grinning to himself, Donghae licked at his shoulder. “True, Kyuhyun. You better hurry. You stink, too.”
When Kyuhyun straightened, Donghae could see him rolling his eyes. Unfazed, though, the smirking maknae grabbed his hand to pull him up. “Come on. I wasn’t the one who had body parts up my ass just a minute ago.”
Donghae only managed a choked, scandalized sound before Kyuhyun kissed him soundly and then pulled him towards the shower.
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[Bonus Crack Ending]
The next morning, Henry eyed them suspiciously as they met at the van, very probably looking entirely too happy and smiling for his taste. When Kyuhyun innocently slid his hands around Donghae from behind, Henry just sighed in resignation. “Okay. Whatever. I don’t even want to know. Just behave in public or I’ll tell Siwon-hyung, alright?”
“Tell me what?” Siwon, who was just arriving, asked brightly.
“Oh, nothing,” Donghae answered with a grin, covering Kyuhyun’s hands with his own. “We were just wondering if we should tone down on the fanservice maybe?”
Siwon gave them a narrow-eyed look. “If that was your ridiculous idea, Kyuhyun, I’ll make sure you get the most embarrassing task in the next variety show. Keep the Kyuhae up.”
“Alright, alright,” Kyuhyun said complacently, but Donghae could feel him shaking with suppressed laughter at the horrified look on Henry’s face.
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A/N: The end. :) I hope I lived up to people's expectations after being called a tease multiple times, keke. Happy New Year, everyone! I love you!