casual touch
Title: casual touch
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: KyuHae
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the people used in this fic! Uh.
Summary: SuJu M is in China, Donghae is extremely bored, and Kyuhyun isn't quite sure what's going on. And he's not all that happy about it.
Notes: For my dear bb beyateriz ♥ I said I'd write her QHae fluff, and lo and behold, I actually did. So, there is no angst in this fic. I know, what?
Donghae groans loudly, falls, rather dramatically, to the floor of the hotel room they both share. Covers his face with his arm. He groans again, louder, shaking his head from side to side, flinging his free arm over his head. Kyuhyun, sitting backwards in a chair a few feet away, raises an eyebrow at him.
“Hey! Hyung! What’s wrong with you now?” Donghae peeks out from under his arm for just a second and pretends to have a seizure on the floor, arms and legs spasming every-which-way, head rocking back and forth, gurgling far back in his throat. Kyuhyun can’t help but laugh, almost tips his chair over when he leans forward too quickly. “Seriously, though, you’re being even weirder than usual. I’d thought it was impossible, but here you are, proving me wrong. Come closer so I can kick you.” Donghae stills, continues lying on the floor and sticks his tongue out at Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun, I’m bored!” And he stretches the syllables as far as they’ll go, almost to the breaking point. Kyuhyun winces dramatically and sighs, over-emphasizing what he would’ve done anyway.
“And what do you want me to do about it?” he asks, glancing down as Donghae rolls closer to him. He kicks with his left foot, hitting Donghae in the side with the toe of his shoe.
“Ow! I didn’t think you were going to actually kick me!” Donghae whines and grabs at Kyuhyun’s leg, trying to pull him off the chair. “Kyuhyun-ah, entertain me!” More stretched syllables, and kyuhyun almost wants to give in just to make them stop. Well, that, and because Donghae is hard to get rid of when he’s like this, anyway. He clings to whoever he thinks will give him what he wants, and when Super Junior M are doing activities in China, that tends to be Kyuhyun. It’s not his fault he has a lower Donghae-tolerance than everyone else!
Donghae pulls at his leg again, and Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, looks down at the pleading look on Donghae’s face, large eyes and pouting lips. Sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. Damn, damn, damn. This isn’t going to be something he wants to do, he can already tell. That intense a puppy-face always means he’s in for some trouble. Not that it stops Kyuhyun from going along anyway. He’s such a sucker sometimes. For Donghae, especially.
“What, exactly, did you have in mind, Hyung?” He tries to keep in voice serious, tries to make it sound like he hasn’t given in quite yet, but from the expression of triumph that spreads across Donghae’s face, it looks like he’s failed. Miserably. Donghae sits up, finally, and a rests his arm of the top of Kyuhyun’s thigh, propping his head in his hand, legs curled under him. Kyuhyun wants to ruffle his already messy hair, but resists. He’s still holding out for the possibility that he can weasel his way out of whatever-this-is, and ruffling Donghae’s hair would not help his cause. It might give Donghae ideas, which has been proven to be a Very Bad Thing. Instead, he watches as Donghae smirks up at him, and can’t help but raise his eyebrows as well in response, shake stray hairs out of his face. He thinks he sees a twinge of innuendo in Donghae’s smirk, but that can’t be right, because it’s Donghae after all, innocent, pure Donghae, and Kyuhyun is definitely not thinking about it.
“You know, we have about an hour and a half until rehearsal really starts. We should go for a walk! I want to find a playground,” Donghae says, grin in his voice perfectly clear. “Ooh! Swingset! C’mon Kyuhyun, please?” Kyuhyun doesn’t know how anyone can resist that pleading voice, but apparently it’s just him, and he shakes his head, tries to argue.
“We’d get in so much trouble if we were late, Hyung, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Please, Kyuhyun? I’m bored, and there’s nothing to do in here! I promise we won’t take long. I just have to get out of this room.” Donghae sits up on his knees, rests both his arms on Kyuhyun’s leg. Kyuhyun glances at his thigh, Donghae’s arms, looks away, tries again.
“If we go outside we’ll probably be recognized, and who wants a million teenage girls running after them. I mean, yeah, young adolescent here, but seriously, death is not worth all that attention. I don’t know about you - “
“Kyuhyun.”
“But I don’t really want to have my eardrums pierced again this week. Once a month is enough for me -“
“Kyuhyun.”
“I’m just glad we can’t hear them during shows so well and - “
“Kyuhyun!” Kyuhyun cuts off in the middle of the sentence, realizing far, far too late that he’s been babbling, words spewing out faster and faster until a fair torrent is pouring directly from his brain out of his mouth with no filter whatsoever. He covers his mouth with his hand, and feels his eyes widen. Looks down at Donghae, whose grin has spread to almost Cheshire-like proportions. Like he’s a cat looking through the open door to the birdcage, and Kyuhyun’s the bird. Kyuhyun feels suddenly uncomfortable with this whole situation, with Donghae’s proximity, and opens his mouth to say something before Donghae cuts him off.
“There’s a park around the corner, I promise I won’t let the girls stab you or anything.”
“Hyung…” he starts, stops, realizes he’s not going to win. “Fine. Let’s go.”
“Yay! Thanks, Kyuhyun!” And Donghae’s launching himself up to his feet, all bouncy-like, grabbing Kyuhyun’s head in his hands and pressing their lips firmly together, just a second before he’s disengaging, pulling away with a smile. Kyuhyun doesn’t even have time to think about it before Donghae’s tugging him upright and then grasping his wrist as he pulls Kyuhyun out of the room. Kyuhyun’s glad for the distraction. He thinks that he’d probably be freaking out without it. He can still feel Donghae’s fingers in his hair and Donghae’s lips pressed to his own.
It’s cool outside, the beginning of autumn, and Kyuhyun regrets leaving the building in just his t-shirt. Not that he really had a choice, mind you. Pulling away from Donghae would mean thinking, and that’s not something he’s looking forward to doing anytime soon. So he rubs his arms with the palms of his hands and tries to will away the goose bumps, shivering slightly. Donghae’s skipped ahead a bit, literally, skipped, and Kyuhyun wants to know where he gets all his energy from. Probably drugs. Maybe cocaine. Probably cocaine.
He’s startled, a few minutes later, when he almost walks into Donghae, who’s stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. He’s looking over a black iron fence, about waist high, and some bushes to a small playground on the other side, obviously private property of the attached apartment building. Donghae turns to him, grins, raises his eyebrows.
“Donghae, no, that’s private property!”
“Aww, Kyuhyun, we can easily just jump the fence, no one will know. Come on!” Donghae throws him the puppy face again, and Kyuhyun looks away, shivers slightly. Is surprised when concern flashes over Donghae’s face, and he rubs at Kyuhyun’s arms with his hands, fingers pressing lightly, and Kyuhyun can't help but shiver again. “If you get your blood pumping, you’ll get warmer, you know.”
“We could go inside and ask at the front desk. They’d probably let us in,” he tries, pushing on, trying to sound reasonable, but he knows even before he starts talking that it’s not happening.
“Where's the fun in that?” Donghae asks, leans over and actually bites Kyuhyun’s shoulder through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, eyes meeting Kyuhyun’s as he does, then grins and pulls away, fingers trailing as they leave Kyuhyun’s skin. Launches himself over the fence, through the bushes, laughing as he hits the dirt on the other side. Kyuhyun rubs his fingers over the slight marks on his skin, pushes away bubbling thoughts, and follows.
The playground is deserted, empty, probably, because of the chill in the air, and Kyuhyun watches idly as Donghae makes his way over the swing set. Even the spastic toddlers would rather be inside, and Kyuhyun is leaning toward agreeing with them, brainless though they might be. Despite the fact that children really scare him, especially the little ones. They’re all…moody. Who knows what they’re going to do next? They could laugh at you and smile, or they could puke all over your nice new shirt. Or worse yet, scream their little heads off, and everyone in the vicinity of a mile would turn and glare at you like you’re doing something wrong.
He shakes his head, stops his wandering by the swing set, and wonders if he’s really better off thinking disturbing thoughts about small children than about Donghae’s hair, or his teeth. His smile. His eyes. After all, who knows where Donghae’s impulses come from, who knows what he’s thinking, and Kyuhyun is really, really, really not looking forward to analyzing his own thoughts. Really really. In fact, he’d probably rather run a daycare full of screaming babies for the rest of the day than think at all about anything having to do with Donghae.
“Hey, Kyuhyun-ah, come here!” Donghae’s paused his swinging, and Kyuhyun is walking over to him before he can think better of it. Before he even wonders about Donghae’s ulterior motives, his plans. Of which, he realizes, he’s sure there has got to be one. At least one. Probably more. “Stop thinking so much,” Donghae says cheerfully, and then there are legs around Kyuhyun's hips. Feet hooked together around the backs of his thighs, and Donghae is a lot closer all of a sudden; he’s swung forward a bit, trapping Kyuhyun between his legs, and Kyuhyun’s not sure how that happened, but he knows that he was right about plans. This, right here, is plans. Kyuhyun can’t help but stumble forward a little, farther into the circle of Donghae’s legs and thighs and Donghae just grins at him innocently, tightens his hold. Kyuhyun is trying really hard not to panic, and he knows it’s no use struggling. He bruises if you look at him the wrong way, no touching involved, and Donghae has muscles from long years of dancing that Kyuhyun can’t even begin to compare to. So he stands as still as possible and looks uncomfortable, twitches and crosses his arms, tries to ignore the heat from Donghae’s legs settling into his hips and the backs of his thighs.
“Hyung… what are you doing?” He asks, and his voice is tense, and he’s trying not to look at Donghae’s face, at his smile, his lips, and he’s not thinking about that. Again. He’s not.
“What does it look like, idiot? I’m trying to warm you.” And Donghae is still smiling when Kyuhyun, startled enough to look up, meets his eyes.
“What? No- this- are you?” Kyuhyun can feel himself blushing, just manages to keep from stammering as he talks. His face must look like a big red balloon, and he just about resists covering it with his hands. Think about your pride, Kyuhyun. Donghae just pointedly looks down at his own legs, still wrapped around Kyuhyun’s body, looks back up at Kyuhyun and raises his eyebrows. “But - what is - why are you - Hyung!”
“You said you were cold, right?” Donghae is pouting, shaking his head. Smiling, then, but not totally confident about what he’s doing. The tension shows in his eyes, at the corners of his mouth.
“Okay, fine, so I’m a little cold,” Kyuhyun says, looks away.
“A little?” Donghae sounds incredulous, shocked by the level of observation Kyuhyun obviously was not showing. At all.
“Okay, so I’m really cold! I was trying not to think about it.” He stops for a second, tries to keep the question in and only half-succeeds. “But - Hyung - why would you -” and he manages to cut himself off before he finishes. And Donghae just smiles at Kyuhyun and leans forward, fists his hand into the front of Kyuhyun’s t-shirt and hauls him downward. Breathes against his chin and speaks.
“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
“You mean, you’re asking this time?” is all Kyuhyun gets out before Donghae presses their lips together. Wet, hot, lips against his. It’s not an easy thing for Kyuhyun to process, and Donghae’s other hand is on the small of his neck, his legs pulling Kyuhyun farther forward, pressed up close to Donghae’s body. Kyuhyun opens his mouth to Donghae’s, tries not to be completely distracted by the sounds Donghae’s making in the back of his throat, half-whimper, half-giggle, and they make Kyuhyun shiver, run one hand up the side of Donghae’s face and into his hair, pulling just a little. They’re sounds that mean more, now, even Kyuhyun knows that. Donghae’s teeth nip at his lips, small and sharp, and Kyuhyun’s not sure when he started leaning forward, when his other hand wound around Donghae’s waist, trailing across the exposed skin between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his pants, but Donghae doesn’t seem to mind, pushing his body up, just slightly, off the swing and against Kyuhyun. Clinging to Kyuhyun with his thighs, with his mouth, noises still half-trapped in the back of his throat.
This is going places they absolutely should not go on a public swing set, outside, right next to quite a few well populated apartment buildings, in a foreign country, so Kyuhyun pulls back, presses his cheek to Donghae’s. Just breathes deeply.
Oh well. Turns out he was wrong, in the end. This is better than small children any day of the week.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: KyuHae
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the people used in this fic! Uh.
Summary: SuJu M is in China, Donghae is extremely bored, and Kyuhyun isn't quite sure what's going on. And he's not all that happy about it.
Notes: For my dear bb beyateriz ♥ I said I'd write her QHae fluff, and lo and behold, I actually did. So, there is no angst in this fic. I know, what?
Donghae groans loudly, falls, rather dramatically, to the floor of the hotel room they both share. Covers his face with his arm. He groans again, louder, shaking his head from side to side, flinging his free arm over his head. Kyuhyun, sitting backwards in a chair a few feet away, raises an eyebrow at him.
“Hey! Hyung! What’s wrong with you now?” Donghae peeks out from under his arm for just a second and pretends to have a seizure on the floor, arms and legs spasming every-which-way, head rocking back and forth, gurgling far back in his throat. Kyuhyun can’t help but laugh, almost tips his chair over when he leans forward too quickly. “Seriously, though, you’re being even weirder than usual. I’d thought it was impossible, but here you are, proving me wrong. Come closer so I can kick you.” Donghae stills, continues lying on the floor and sticks his tongue out at Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun, I’m bored!” And he stretches the syllables as far as they’ll go, almost to the breaking point. Kyuhyun winces dramatically and sighs, over-emphasizing what he would’ve done anyway.
“And what do you want me to do about it?” he asks, glancing down as Donghae rolls closer to him. He kicks with his left foot, hitting Donghae in the side with the toe of his shoe.
“Ow! I didn’t think you were going to actually kick me!” Donghae whines and grabs at Kyuhyun’s leg, trying to pull him off the chair. “Kyuhyun-ah, entertain me!” More stretched syllables, and kyuhyun almost wants to give in just to make them stop. Well, that, and because Donghae is hard to get rid of when he’s like this, anyway. He clings to whoever he thinks will give him what he wants, and when Super Junior M are doing activities in China, that tends to be Kyuhyun. It’s not his fault he has a lower Donghae-tolerance than everyone else!
Donghae pulls at his leg again, and Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, looks down at the pleading look on Donghae’s face, large eyes and pouting lips. Sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. Damn, damn, damn. This isn’t going to be something he wants to do, he can already tell. That intense a puppy-face always means he’s in for some trouble. Not that it stops Kyuhyun from going along anyway. He’s such a sucker sometimes. For Donghae, especially.
“What, exactly, did you have in mind, Hyung?” He tries to keep in voice serious, tries to make it sound like he hasn’t given in quite yet, but from the expression of triumph that spreads across Donghae’s face, it looks like he’s failed. Miserably. Donghae sits up, finally, and a rests his arm of the top of Kyuhyun’s thigh, propping his head in his hand, legs curled under him. Kyuhyun wants to ruffle his already messy hair, but resists. He’s still holding out for the possibility that he can weasel his way out of whatever-this-is, and ruffling Donghae’s hair would not help his cause. It might give Donghae ideas, which has been proven to be a Very Bad Thing. Instead, he watches as Donghae smirks up at him, and can’t help but raise his eyebrows as well in response, shake stray hairs out of his face. He thinks he sees a twinge of innuendo in Donghae’s smirk, but that can’t be right, because it’s Donghae after all, innocent, pure Donghae, and Kyuhyun is definitely not thinking about it.
“You know, we have about an hour and a half until rehearsal really starts. We should go for a walk! I want to find a playground,” Donghae says, grin in his voice perfectly clear. “Ooh! Swingset! C’mon Kyuhyun, please?” Kyuhyun doesn’t know how anyone can resist that pleading voice, but apparently it’s just him, and he shakes his head, tries to argue.
“We’d get in so much trouble if we were late, Hyung, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Please, Kyuhyun? I’m bored, and there’s nothing to do in here! I promise we won’t take long. I just have to get out of this room.” Donghae sits up on his knees, rests both his arms on Kyuhyun’s leg. Kyuhyun glances at his thigh, Donghae’s arms, looks away, tries again.
“If we go outside we’ll probably be recognized, and who wants a million teenage girls running after them. I mean, yeah, young adolescent here, but seriously, death is not worth all that attention. I don’t know about you - “
“Kyuhyun.”
“But I don’t really want to have my eardrums pierced again this week. Once a month is enough for me -“
“Kyuhyun.”
“I’m just glad we can’t hear them during shows so well and - “
“Kyuhyun!” Kyuhyun cuts off in the middle of the sentence, realizing far, far too late that he’s been babbling, words spewing out faster and faster until a fair torrent is pouring directly from his brain out of his mouth with no filter whatsoever. He covers his mouth with his hand, and feels his eyes widen. Looks down at Donghae, whose grin has spread to almost Cheshire-like proportions. Like he’s a cat looking through the open door to the birdcage, and Kyuhyun’s the bird. Kyuhyun feels suddenly uncomfortable with this whole situation, with Donghae’s proximity, and opens his mouth to say something before Donghae cuts him off.
“There’s a park around the corner, I promise I won’t let the girls stab you or anything.”
“Hyung…” he starts, stops, realizes he’s not going to win. “Fine. Let’s go.”
“Yay! Thanks, Kyuhyun!” And Donghae’s launching himself up to his feet, all bouncy-like, grabbing Kyuhyun’s head in his hands and pressing their lips firmly together, just a second before he’s disengaging, pulling away with a smile. Kyuhyun doesn’t even have time to think about it before Donghae’s tugging him upright and then grasping his wrist as he pulls Kyuhyun out of the room. Kyuhyun’s glad for the distraction. He thinks that he’d probably be freaking out without it. He can still feel Donghae’s fingers in his hair and Donghae’s lips pressed to his own.
It’s cool outside, the beginning of autumn, and Kyuhyun regrets leaving the building in just his t-shirt. Not that he really had a choice, mind you. Pulling away from Donghae would mean thinking, and that’s not something he’s looking forward to doing anytime soon. So he rubs his arms with the palms of his hands and tries to will away the goose bumps, shivering slightly. Donghae’s skipped ahead a bit, literally, skipped, and Kyuhyun wants to know where he gets all his energy from. Probably drugs. Maybe cocaine. Probably cocaine.
He’s startled, a few minutes later, when he almost walks into Donghae, who’s stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. He’s looking over a black iron fence, about waist high, and some bushes to a small playground on the other side, obviously private property of the attached apartment building. Donghae turns to him, grins, raises his eyebrows.
“Donghae, no, that’s private property!”
“Aww, Kyuhyun, we can easily just jump the fence, no one will know. Come on!” Donghae throws him the puppy face again, and Kyuhyun looks away, shivers slightly. Is surprised when concern flashes over Donghae’s face, and he rubs at Kyuhyun’s arms with his hands, fingers pressing lightly, and Kyuhyun can't help but shiver again. “If you get your blood pumping, you’ll get warmer, you know.”
“We could go inside and ask at the front desk. They’d probably let us in,” he tries, pushing on, trying to sound reasonable, but he knows even before he starts talking that it’s not happening.
“Where's the fun in that?” Donghae asks, leans over and actually bites Kyuhyun’s shoulder through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, eyes meeting Kyuhyun’s as he does, then grins and pulls away, fingers trailing as they leave Kyuhyun’s skin. Launches himself over the fence, through the bushes, laughing as he hits the dirt on the other side. Kyuhyun rubs his fingers over the slight marks on his skin, pushes away bubbling thoughts, and follows.
The playground is deserted, empty, probably, because of the chill in the air, and Kyuhyun watches idly as Donghae makes his way over the swing set. Even the spastic toddlers would rather be inside, and Kyuhyun is leaning toward agreeing with them, brainless though they might be. Despite the fact that children really scare him, especially the little ones. They’re all…moody. Who knows what they’re going to do next? They could laugh at you and smile, or they could puke all over your nice new shirt. Or worse yet, scream their little heads off, and everyone in the vicinity of a mile would turn and glare at you like you’re doing something wrong.
He shakes his head, stops his wandering by the swing set, and wonders if he’s really better off thinking disturbing thoughts about small children than about Donghae’s hair, or his teeth. His smile. His eyes. After all, who knows where Donghae’s impulses come from, who knows what he’s thinking, and Kyuhyun is really, really, really not looking forward to analyzing his own thoughts. Really really. In fact, he’d probably rather run a daycare full of screaming babies for the rest of the day than think at all about anything having to do with Donghae.
“Hey, Kyuhyun-ah, come here!” Donghae’s paused his swinging, and Kyuhyun is walking over to him before he can think better of it. Before he even wonders about Donghae’s ulterior motives, his plans. Of which, he realizes, he’s sure there has got to be one. At least one. Probably more. “Stop thinking so much,” Donghae says cheerfully, and then there are legs around Kyuhyun's hips. Feet hooked together around the backs of his thighs, and Donghae is a lot closer all of a sudden; he’s swung forward a bit, trapping Kyuhyun between his legs, and Kyuhyun’s not sure how that happened, but he knows that he was right about plans. This, right here, is plans. Kyuhyun can’t help but stumble forward a little, farther into the circle of Donghae’s legs and thighs and Donghae just grins at him innocently, tightens his hold. Kyuhyun is trying really hard not to panic, and he knows it’s no use struggling. He bruises if you look at him the wrong way, no touching involved, and Donghae has muscles from long years of dancing that Kyuhyun can’t even begin to compare to. So he stands as still as possible and looks uncomfortable, twitches and crosses his arms, tries to ignore the heat from Donghae’s legs settling into his hips and the backs of his thighs.
“Hyung… what are you doing?” He asks, and his voice is tense, and he’s trying not to look at Donghae’s face, at his smile, his lips, and he’s not thinking about that. Again. He’s not.
“What does it look like, idiot? I’m trying to warm you.” And Donghae is still smiling when Kyuhyun, startled enough to look up, meets his eyes.
“What? No- this- are you?” Kyuhyun can feel himself blushing, just manages to keep from stammering as he talks. His face must look like a big red balloon, and he just about resists covering it with his hands. Think about your pride, Kyuhyun. Donghae just pointedly looks down at his own legs, still wrapped around Kyuhyun’s body, looks back up at Kyuhyun and raises his eyebrows. “But - what is - why are you - Hyung!”
“You said you were cold, right?” Donghae is pouting, shaking his head. Smiling, then, but not totally confident about what he’s doing. The tension shows in his eyes, at the corners of his mouth.
“Okay, fine, so I’m a little cold,” Kyuhyun says, looks away.
“A little?” Donghae sounds incredulous, shocked by the level of observation Kyuhyun obviously was not showing. At all.
“Okay, so I’m really cold! I was trying not to think about it.” He stops for a second, tries to keep the question in and only half-succeeds. “But - Hyung - why would you -” and he manages to cut himself off before he finishes. And Donghae just smiles at Kyuhyun and leans forward, fists his hand into the front of Kyuhyun’s t-shirt and hauls him downward. Breathes against his chin and speaks.
“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
“You mean, you’re asking this time?” is all Kyuhyun gets out before Donghae presses their lips together. Wet, hot, lips against his. It’s not an easy thing for Kyuhyun to process, and Donghae’s other hand is on the small of his neck, his legs pulling Kyuhyun farther forward, pressed up close to Donghae’s body. Kyuhyun opens his mouth to Donghae’s, tries not to be completely distracted by the sounds Donghae’s making in the back of his throat, half-whimper, half-giggle, and they make Kyuhyun shiver, run one hand up the side of Donghae’s face and into his hair, pulling just a little. They’re sounds that mean more, now, even Kyuhyun knows that. Donghae’s teeth nip at his lips, small and sharp, and Kyuhyun’s not sure when he started leaning forward, when his other hand wound around Donghae’s waist, trailing across the exposed skin between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his pants, but Donghae doesn’t seem to mind, pushing his body up, just slightly, off the swing and against Kyuhyun. Clinging to Kyuhyun with his thighs, with his mouth, noises still half-trapped in the back of his throat.
This is going places they absolutely should not go on a public swing set, outside, right next to quite a few well populated apartment buildings, in a foreign country, so Kyuhyun pulls back, presses his cheek to Donghae’s. Just breathes deeply.
Oh well. Turns out he was wrong, in the end. This is better than small children any day of the week.