[Super Junior] On That Christmas Morn, NC-17, Fluff/Humor, KangTeuk
On That Christmas Morn
Super Junior, NC-17, KangTeuk, 1750 words
Five times Kangin woke up on Christmas morning.
On That Christmas Morn
by meitachi
Kangin was in a bad mood the third time he woke up that morning, shrugging off the hands shaking his shoulder and ignoring the repeated entreaties to get up. He turned on his side when two thumps of a pillow fell across his chest, and then let out an annoyed growl, scaring away at least three idiots from the room and any further thoughts of attempting to wake him.
“Hyung,” someone was telling him in a voice altogether too loud, too insistent, “you have to get up!”
Kangin pulled the covers up to his chin, nestling further into his bed, its warmth even more welcome in the cold morning air. Something poked at his cheek from the pillow and he brushed it across the bed in irritation. “I’m going to kill whoever tries to wake me next,” he said in a voice that was still threatening in spite of being hoarse with sleep.
There was a flurry of movement somewhere in the room beyond his bed. “Get Leeteuk-sshi,” he heard in loud whisper. Sungmin. “Hyung is never as mean to him.”
Yes, do that, Kangin thought groggily, because that meant at least another five minutes to sleep. He hoped Leeteuk was inordinately hard to find.
--
It was pitch-black the first time Kangin woke up in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of high-pitched giggles. “Christ,” he moaned, bringing a hand to his forehead, where the remnants of a pleasant alcoholic buzz were just turning into what promised to be an uncomfortable hangover. He hadn’t had enough to get totally wasted-not with the way Siwon was trying to hide a frown and Leeteuk was glancing at him out of the corner of his eye-but, even a little drunk, he knew better than to assume this was some sort of weird hallucination.
Life was always stranger than fiction, after all.
“If that’s you, Donghae,” Kangin groaned, “I’m going to hit you. What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shhh!” There was more giggling and a quick whispered conference-wonderful, Kangin thought, he’d dragged Eunhyuk with him-and then Donghae’s head popped up beside Kangin’s bed, the silhouette of his tousled hair barely visible in the darkness of the room.
Kangin turned his head and squinted at him. “There had better be a good explanation for this,” he threatened.
“No, no, hyung, listen. Just trust us!” Donghae didn’t drink, Kangin knew, but someone must have spiked the eggnog because no way in hell was Donghae sober. Eunhyuk said something Kangin didn’t catch and the two of them collapsed into muffled laughter again. Kangin wondered how the hell Shindong and Yesung were sleeping through this, and then wondered why him, what had he ever done to anger the gods like this?
He turned his face back into the pillow and tried to ignore the rustle of movement beside his bed. Maybe if he ignored them, they would just disappear like a bad dream and let him get back to his much more pleasant soju-inspired dreams. He was just drifting off into a pleasant, warm haze again when a cold hand abruptly introduced itself to his bare hip.
“Fuck,” Kangin yelped, jerking away.
“Shhh!” Eunhyuk and Donghae reprimanded him, waving their hands in imperative shushing motions.
Sleep was melting away with every second the sting of cold lingered on his skin. Kangin pushed back the blankets and sat up abruptly, glowering at the dark figures crouched near his bed. “What the hell-” he started, and was answered when Donghae abruptly shoved a sprig of mistletoe at him, a ribbon wrapped festively around the stem.
“Merry Christmas!” he whispered loudly before dissolving into giggles again. He scampered out of the room, Eunhyuk on his heels, both of them laughing under their breaths at something only they found funny. Kangin was left with a sprig of mistletoe in his lap, confusion writ plain across his face. He rubbed his head and decided to knock the idiots’ heads together later. In the morning.
With a muttered curse, Kangin fell back onto his bed and tugged the blankets back up, leaving the mistletoe to fall as it may. He was too tired for this shit.
--
The fourth time Kangin woke up that morning, he kept his eyes shut in an effort to stave off the sunlight. He felt his temples throb as a late night caught up with him and felt a curse word rise in his throat. It choked and died there, however, when he became aware of the warm body beside him, fingers pressing firmly into his scalp, massaging gently.
He let out a low groan and relaxed into the touch. Eventually, he opened his eyes and squinted up into the sunlight. “Teukie?” he croaked.
Leeteuk sat on the edge of the bed, pressed against Kangin’s side, as he slipped his fingers through Kangin’s hair and rubbed the tension from his temples. “Morning,” he murmured. “Finally awake?”
Kangin thought about this for a moment. A smile crept across his face. “Not quite,” he said, reaching out and tugging the other man towards him until he toppled onto the bed. “I could do with a little more sleep,” he breathed into Leeteuk’s mouth, lips warm and slow. He swallowed Leeteuk’s laughter and shifted in the bed to allow the leader to slip, fully-clothed, under the blankets with him. Kangin wrapped his arms around Leeteuk and, content, drifted back into the haze of sleep.
--
It was still dark the second time Kangin woke up that morning, with the faintest slivers of rose-gray dawn peeking through the blinds. His consciousness coalesced slowly, then faster, in one very demanding direction.
“Nngh,” said Kangin, toes curling and back arching. “Hyung?”
The blanket rustled and the wet suction disappeared from his cock, briefly. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific,” was the laughing hum against his bare thigh. Teeth nipped gently at his skin and Kangin shuddered.
“Teuk-ah,” he gasped, because that mouth was back on his cock, lips pressing moist, firm kisses along his shaft. His stomach turned upside down and he clenched his hands in his sheets, tilting his hips up, legs falling open.
Leeteuk’s hands stroked along his side, pushing up his T-shirt to pass over the sleep-warm, sensitive skin of Kangin’s stomach. His fingers traced and teased, dipping low past Kangin’s bellybutton to flirt along the crease where leg met torso. Kangin could feel the grin around his cock, teeth barely scraping the head. He slid one hand down into Leeteuk’s hair, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to thrust upward, to just fuck the other man’s mouth.
“Hyung,” he whined, his breath hitching in his throat. Please.
Acquiescing to his unvoiced plea, Leeteuk swirled his tongue around the crown of Kangin’s cock. His fingers settled onto the tops of Kangin’s thighs and dug in there as his head bobbed up and down, sliding hot and wet in a rhythm Kangin desperately tried to match.
Kangin could barely hear his rough pants and grunts over the buzzing in his ears, part-erratic heartbeat, part-hangover. He felt a jolt of heat shoot through him as Leeteuk pressed his tongue into Kangin’s slit, and then Kangin was shuddering, his mind blanking out with pleasure, every nerve coming alive as his body tensed and arced.
“What was that for?” Kangin mumbled as he finally came down from his high. He slung an arm over his forehead, the other wrapping around Leeteuk when he slid up the length of Kangin’s body and emerged from underneath the blankets.
“There was mistletoe,” Leeteuk said angelically, licking his lips.
Kangin cracked open an eye. “On my dick?” he asked incredulously. He would have remembered if Donghae had stuck his icy little hands anywhere near Kangin’s private parts.
“Close enough.” Leeteuk shrugged and nudged the now slightly crushed sprig of mistletoe onto the pillow beside Kangin’s cheek. He wrinkled his nose and glanced sideways at Kangin. With a sheepish look he admitted, “It was on your bed.”
Kangin chortled. “Any excuse for sex.” He grabbed at Leeteuk’s hip and shook him a little, smirking. “So perverted, hyung.”
Leeteuk laughed, the sound ringing into the otherwise silent room. He flushed at that and crawled on top of Kangin, all awkward angles and heavy limbs. “Good night,” he whispered, kissing the side of Kangin’s mouth briefly. He wriggled and then slipped out of the bed, blankets lifting and falling with a whoosh of cold air against Kangin’s skin.
Boneless and satisfied, Kangin submitted to the pleasant humming in his mind.
--
It was the loud voices that woke Kangin up for the fifth time that morning. He thought, with a sleepy sort of murderousness, he could pick out Donghae’s voice from the cacophony. Ah, yes, he owed that boy something. A good whack to the head, was it?
“-they totally did.”
“-best present idea ever, right-” That’s right. Eunhyuk needed a similar whack.
Kangin wriggled and freed his left arm, numbed, from underneath Leeteuk. Leeteuk mumbled something incoherent into Kangin’s shoulder and then turned his head, blinking slowly as he woke. He gave Kangin a drowsy, questioning glance from underneath his mussed bangs.
“-you didn’t, did you?” Heechul, smug as ever.
Kangin returned Leeteuk’s look with a shrug. “The kids are being retarded,” he offered, sliding a foot up along Leeteuk’s leg.
“I was going to! But he woke up!” Donghae’s voice was loud and defensive. “It’s not as easy as you think tying a sprig of mistletoe to the front of someone’s pants!”
Leeteuk burst out laughing, his body trembling along Kangin’s, warm breaths puffing along the side of Kangin’s neck. He continued to laugh, long and loud, until even Kangin smiled, his urge to kill fading with the sound of laughter.
Sungmin and Yesung poked their heads into the room. “Good afternoon,” Yesung said pointedly.
Kangin glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “Shut up, it’s only eleven.” He patted a still laughing Leeteuk on the head, absentmindedly, and scratched his nose. “Tell Donghae he’s a dead man as soon as I get out of bed.”
“That’ll give him a head start,” Sungmin agreed cheerfully. He grinned and eyed Leeteuk, then said innocently, “Merry Christmas, hyung. I was right. You’re never as mean to Leeteuk-sshi.”
“Oh fuck you all,” said Kangin, but good-naturedly because he had Leeteuk tangled around him, smiling into the crook of his neck. “I’ll kill you all later.”
Started: 12.07.2007
Finished: 12.19.2007
notes: I don't know if there was a reason for me to write out of chronological order, but bear with me here. I have this faux epic KangTeuk thing going on and I'm just glad to have finished something. Anything. There will be more fic later this month, because I owe some people stuff. Also, movie!verse KiHae, ridiculously hard to write. Just for the record. /complaint
I, uh, also might move the rating up to NC-17. In 72 hours. (After which this entry will be locked--have I ever mentioned how much I hate being linked to friends-locked entries? A lot. So I try not to do it.)
Super Junior, NC-17, KangTeuk, 1750 words
Five times Kangin woke up on Christmas morning.
On That Christmas Morn
by meitachi
Kangin was in a bad mood the third time he woke up that morning, shrugging off the hands shaking his shoulder and ignoring the repeated entreaties to get up. He turned on his side when two thumps of a pillow fell across his chest, and then let out an annoyed growl, scaring away at least three idiots from the room and any further thoughts of attempting to wake him.
“Hyung,” someone was telling him in a voice altogether too loud, too insistent, “you have to get up!”
Kangin pulled the covers up to his chin, nestling further into his bed, its warmth even more welcome in the cold morning air. Something poked at his cheek from the pillow and he brushed it across the bed in irritation. “I’m going to kill whoever tries to wake me next,” he said in a voice that was still threatening in spite of being hoarse with sleep.
There was a flurry of movement somewhere in the room beyond his bed. “Get Leeteuk-sshi,” he heard in loud whisper. Sungmin. “Hyung is never as mean to him.”
Yes, do that, Kangin thought groggily, because that meant at least another five minutes to sleep. He hoped Leeteuk was inordinately hard to find.
--
It was pitch-black the first time Kangin woke up in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of high-pitched giggles. “Christ,” he moaned, bringing a hand to his forehead, where the remnants of a pleasant alcoholic buzz were just turning into what promised to be an uncomfortable hangover. He hadn’t had enough to get totally wasted-not with the way Siwon was trying to hide a frown and Leeteuk was glancing at him out of the corner of his eye-but, even a little drunk, he knew better than to assume this was some sort of weird hallucination.
Life was always stranger than fiction, after all.
“If that’s you, Donghae,” Kangin groaned, “I’m going to hit you. What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shhh!” There was more giggling and a quick whispered conference-wonderful, Kangin thought, he’d dragged Eunhyuk with him-and then Donghae’s head popped up beside Kangin’s bed, the silhouette of his tousled hair barely visible in the darkness of the room.
Kangin turned his head and squinted at him. “There had better be a good explanation for this,” he threatened.
“No, no, hyung, listen. Just trust us!” Donghae didn’t drink, Kangin knew, but someone must have spiked the eggnog because no way in hell was Donghae sober. Eunhyuk said something Kangin didn’t catch and the two of them collapsed into muffled laughter again. Kangin wondered how the hell Shindong and Yesung were sleeping through this, and then wondered why him, what had he ever done to anger the gods like this?
He turned his face back into the pillow and tried to ignore the rustle of movement beside his bed. Maybe if he ignored them, they would just disappear like a bad dream and let him get back to his much more pleasant soju-inspired dreams. He was just drifting off into a pleasant, warm haze again when a cold hand abruptly introduced itself to his bare hip.
“Fuck,” Kangin yelped, jerking away.
“Shhh!” Eunhyuk and Donghae reprimanded him, waving their hands in imperative shushing motions.
Sleep was melting away with every second the sting of cold lingered on his skin. Kangin pushed back the blankets and sat up abruptly, glowering at the dark figures crouched near his bed. “What the hell-” he started, and was answered when Donghae abruptly shoved a sprig of mistletoe at him, a ribbon wrapped festively around the stem.
“Merry Christmas!” he whispered loudly before dissolving into giggles again. He scampered out of the room, Eunhyuk on his heels, both of them laughing under their breaths at something only they found funny. Kangin was left with a sprig of mistletoe in his lap, confusion writ plain across his face. He rubbed his head and decided to knock the idiots’ heads together later. In the morning.
With a muttered curse, Kangin fell back onto his bed and tugged the blankets back up, leaving the mistletoe to fall as it may. He was too tired for this shit.
--
The fourth time Kangin woke up that morning, he kept his eyes shut in an effort to stave off the sunlight. He felt his temples throb as a late night caught up with him and felt a curse word rise in his throat. It choked and died there, however, when he became aware of the warm body beside him, fingers pressing firmly into his scalp, massaging gently.
He let out a low groan and relaxed into the touch. Eventually, he opened his eyes and squinted up into the sunlight. “Teukie?” he croaked.
Leeteuk sat on the edge of the bed, pressed against Kangin’s side, as he slipped his fingers through Kangin’s hair and rubbed the tension from his temples. “Morning,” he murmured. “Finally awake?”
Kangin thought about this for a moment. A smile crept across his face. “Not quite,” he said, reaching out and tugging the other man towards him until he toppled onto the bed. “I could do with a little more sleep,” he breathed into Leeteuk’s mouth, lips warm and slow. He swallowed Leeteuk’s laughter and shifted in the bed to allow the leader to slip, fully-clothed, under the blankets with him. Kangin wrapped his arms around Leeteuk and, content, drifted back into the haze of sleep.
--
It was still dark the second time Kangin woke up that morning, with the faintest slivers of rose-gray dawn peeking through the blinds. His consciousness coalesced slowly, then faster, in one very demanding direction.
“Nngh,” said Kangin, toes curling and back arching. “Hyung?”
The blanket rustled and the wet suction disappeared from his cock, briefly. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific,” was the laughing hum against his bare thigh. Teeth nipped gently at his skin and Kangin shuddered.
“Teuk-ah,” he gasped, because that mouth was back on his cock, lips pressing moist, firm kisses along his shaft. His stomach turned upside down and he clenched his hands in his sheets, tilting his hips up, legs falling open.
Leeteuk’s hands stroked along his side, pushing up his T-shirt to pass over the sleep-warm, sensitive skin of Kangin’s stomach. His fingers traced and teased, dipping low past Kangin’s bellybutton to flirt along the crease where leg met torso. Kangin could feel the grin around his cock, teeth barely scraping the head. He slid one hand down into Leeteuk’s hair, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to thrust upward, to just fuck the other man’s mouth.
“Hyung,” he whined, his breath hitching in his throat. Please.
Acquiescing to his unvoiced plea, Leeteuk swirled his tongue around the crown of Kangin’s cock. His fingers settled onto the tops of Kangin’s thighs and dug in there as his head bobbed up and down, sliding hot and wet in a rhythm Kangin desperately tried to match.
Kangin could barely hear his rough pants and grunts over the buzzing in his ears, part-erratic heartbeat, part-hangover. He felt a jolt of heat shoot through him as Leeteuk pressed his tongue into Kangin’s slit, and then Kangin was shuddering, his mind blanking out with pleasure, every nerve coming alive as his body tensed and arced.
“What was that for?” Kangin mumbled as he finally came down from his high. He slung an arm over his forehead, the other wrapping around Leeteuk when he slid up the length of Kangin’s body and emerged from underneath the blankets.
“There was mistletoe,” Leeteuk said angelically, licking his lips.
Kangin cracked open an eye. “On my dick?” he asked incredulously. He would have remembered if Donghae had stuck his icy little hands anywhere near Kangin’s private parts.
“Close enough.” Leeteuk shrugged and nudged the now slightly crushed sprig of mistletoe onto the pillow beside Kangin’s cheek. He wrinkled his nose and glanced sideways at Kangin. With a sheepish look he admitted, “It was on your bed.”
Kangin chortled. “Any excuse for sex.” He grabbed at Leeteuk’s hip and shook him a little, smirking. “So perverted, hyung.”
Leeteuk laughed, the sound ringing into the otherwise silent room. He flushed at that and crawled on top of Kangin, all awkward angles and heavy limbs. “Good night,” he whispered, kissing the side of Kangin’s mouth briefly. He wriggled and then slipped out of the bed, blankets lifting and falling with a whoosh of cold air against Kangin’s skin.
Boneless and satisfied, Kangin submitted to the pleasant humming in his mind.
--
It was the loud voices that woke Kangin up for the fifth time that morning. He thought, with a sleepy sort of murderousness, he could pick out Donghae’s voice from the cacophony. Ah, yes, he owed that boy something. A good whack to the head, was it?
“-they totally did.”
“-best present idea ever, right-” That’s right. Eunhyuk needed a similar whack.
Kangin wriggled and freed his left arm, numbed, from underneath Leeteuk. Leeteuk mumbled something incoherent into Kangin’s shoulder and then turned his head, blinking slowly as he woke. He gave Kangin a drowsy, questioning glance from underneath his mussed bangs.
“-you didn’t, did you?” Heechul, smug as ever.
Kangin returned Leeteuk’s look with a shrug. “The kids are being retarded,” he offered, sliding a foot up along Leeteuk’s leg.
“I was going to! But he woke up!” Donghae’s voice was loud and defensive. “It’s not as easy as you think tying a sprig of mistletoe to the front of someone’s pants!”
Leeteuk burst out laughing, his body trembling along Kangin’s, warm breaths puffing along the side of Kangin’s neck. He continued to laugh, long and loud, until even Kangin smiled, his urge to kill fading with the sound of laughter.
Sungmin and Yesung poked their heads into the room. “Good afternoon,” Yesung said pointedly.
Kangin glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “Shut up, it’s only eleven.” He patted a still laughing Leeteuk on the head, absentmindedly, and scratched his nose. “Tell Donghae he’s a dead man as soon as I get out of bed.”
“That’ll give him a head start,” Sungmin agreed cheerfully. He grinned and eyed Leeteuk, then said innocently, “Merry Christmas, hyung. I was right. You’re never as mean to Leeteuk-sshi.”
“Oh fuck you all,” said Kangin, but good-naturedly because he had Leeteuk tangled around him, smiling into the crook of his neck. “I’ll kill you all later.”
Started: 12.07.2007
Finished: 12.19.2007
notes: I don't know if there was a reason for me to write out of chronological order, but bear with me here. I have this faux epic KangTeuk thing going on and I'm just glad to have finished something. Anything. There will be more fic later this month, because I owe some people stuff. Also, movie!verse KiHae, ridiculously hard to write. Just for the record. /complaint
I, uh, also might move the rating up to NC-17. In 72 hours. (After which this entry will be locked--have I ever mentioned how much I hate being linked to friends-locked entries? A lot. So I try not to do it.)