[Super Junior] The Color of Envy, hard R/NC-17, humor, KiHae
Because I have had a massive, massive craving for KiHae lately. And my gigantic bias/love of Donghae needed feeding. So yeah, have some KiHae. I hope this will make sapphira_angel feel guilty about still owing me KiHae. ::stares:: (Though maybe not because she wrote KyuMin porn and now I owe her KyuMin porn and, well, it's a vicious cycle. But the cycle includes porn, so it's okay.)
P.S. Fic will be flagged in, uh, a few days. Or something.
The Color of Envy
Super Junior (M), KiHae, hard R/NC-17, 3055 words
Kibum has a jealousy problem and it's not his fault, damn it.
The Color of Envy
by meitachi
These were two facts of Kim Kibum’s life:
1. Donghae was a flirt.
2. Kibum was not, despite claims by Heechul to the contrary, a fifteen-year-old girl.
So what Kibum didn’t understand was why, knowing these two things to be true, he still felt a flush of jealousy every time Donghae teased the fans with a smile or a glimpse of skin. It was never the skinship with other members that bothered Kibum, because some part of him recognized that Donghae was a naturally touchy-feely person and there was nothing sexual whatsoever about sleeping with Eunhyuk or cuddling into Siwon’s side. Donghae’s interaction with the fans, however, was different.
“Because you’re a fifteen-year-old girl,” Heechul had explained to him with a loud sigh. “Just admit it, Kibummie, you are so possessive of his attention, it’s ridiculous.”
“I am not,” had been Kibum’s stunningly articulate defense.
But he had to admit he hated the way Donghae flirted with the girls, the knowing glint in his eyes matching the knowing smile on his lips as he danced provocatively, eliciting deafening screams. He hated the way Donghae laughed after he said “saranghae yo” to shrieks of joy, a mixture of surprise and smugness in his expression. He knew what he did to the fans, but the extremity of their reaction left him bemused every time-yet he enjoyed it. Kibum knew him and Donghae thrived on attention. Kibum didn’t mind, really, he just wished it didn’t have to be the attention of a couple thousand girls ready to fulfill Donghae’s every sexual whim. Oh yes, Kibum knew about those girls-he could read, after all, and the internet was a place of great enlightenment.
It was terrible, he thought, some of these girls were still in junior high. Didn’t they have better things to do, like study?
All right, so maybe he was being a little uncharitable, but Kibum felt that he had the right. Donghae didn’t crawl into just anyone’s bed-okay, fine, maybe Kibum wasn’t the only one-and stick his hand down just anyone’s boxers and jerk them off. At least, Kibum hoped he didn’t. He better not.
Kibum took off his glasses and rubbed at his nose. Maybe Heechul had a point about being a fifteen-year-old girl.
--
“Hi everybody, I’m Lee Donghae. I’m very happy to see everybody.” Donghae beamed and then his smile curled into something a little wickeder. “I’ve missed you,” he said in Chinese, and the studio erupted in screams.
Kibum carefully arranged his face so the hot streak of jealousy that had just bolted through him was invisible.
“What a flirt,” Sungmin laughed from the other end of the couch, motioning at the TV.
Shindong shook his head. “He knows how to play the crowd, our Fishy.”
On screen, Donghae grinned as Kyuhyun leaned into his shoulder, shaking with laughter, and Siwon slung an arm around him and ruffled his hair.
Fact number three: despite not being a fifteen-year-old girl, Kim Kibum was jealous as hell. He could be man enough to admit it.
Not that it made things suck any less, however.
--
“Did you see the show where they brought the fans on stage?” Eunhyuk asked Kibum, grinning. “It was hilarious. Kyuhyun had to do a sexy dance with a fan and Hae had to jump rope with two different girls.”
--
“Wow, Donghae’s a fan favorite, isn’t he?” Yesung observed, scrolling through websites and clicking on a number of streaming videos. “Do you see all the signs for him? Damn, I’m impressed.”
“Or jealous,” Kibum commented, concentrating very hard on his computer game.
Yesung sighed. “Yes, that too.”
It’s okay, hyung, Kibum didn’t say. I am too.
--
“How much do you want to bet that they’re all screaming ‘marry me’?” Kangin asked, amused, as the fans screamed in response to Donghae’s scribbled admission I want to.
Kibum looked away. “No takers.”
--
“Oh look, Donghae’s dancing again,” Leeteuk said happily as Kibum walked into the room in time to hear the familiar strains of Justin Timberlake’s My Love. “Come look, Kibummie. He’s such a crowd-worker. Look at him flirt with the camera.” Leeteuk sounded mistily proud.
--
Fact number four: Kim Kibum’s life was completely unfair.
--
Heechul insisted on calling Hankyung and Siwon the night Kibum returned from his trip to the States, pulling Kibum into his room and sitting him on the bed. “You know you want to talk to them,” Heechul told him, and proceeded to not get off the phone for half an hour.
Kibum rolled his eyes and pulled out the paperback he hadn’t finished on the plane. “Whenever you’re done,” he said dryly.
“Donghae-yah,” Heechul said loudly a few minutes later, catching Kibum’s attention. Heechul smirked and threw himself back onto Leeteuk’s bed, turning to face the wall as he lowered his voice and began murmuring things to Donghae.
Kibum twitched in annoyance-stupid hyung-and fought the urge to pull the phone out of Heechul’s hand. It’d been weeks since he’d talked properly to Donghae, had heard that familiar voice speaking to him instead of a studio full of salivating fans. But Kibum was not, really not, a fifteen-year-old girl. He wasn’t petty like that.
Heechul burst into a round of raucous giggles and Kibum looked at him again.
Okay, so maybe he was petty, but he could at least pretend to have patience. Donghae didn’t have to know how much Kibum wanted to get on the phone and tell him to stop all his damned flirting and just come back to Kibum with that smile and that mouth and those hips-
Kibum resolutely returned his gaze to his book and managed to read the same sentence five times when Heechul appeared before him, dangling the phone in his face. “Want to talk to Fishy?” he asked innocently, quirking a brow as if he didn’t know. His eyes glittered with amusement when Kibum scowled at him and snatched the phone.
“Hi,” Kibum said into the phone.
“I miss you,” Heechul mocked in a singsong, wiggling his hips in front of Kibum. “I’m so jealous of our fans I could scream, because I’m a fifteen-year-old girl.” He danced away as Kibum lashed out a foot.
“What?” Donghae said, sounding confused.
“Nothing, Heechul hyung’s just being an idiot.”
“Oh, okay!” Suddenly, Donghae’s voice brightened again, sweet and warm in Kibum’s ear. “Kibummie-yah. I miss you. I’m so glad you’re back in Korea. We’re going back for a few days!”
Kibum’s hold tightened on Heechul’s phone. “Really? When?”
“Tomorrow!”
“So I’ll get to see you again?”
“You’ve seen him plenty,” Heechul called from the hallway, where he’d wandered off, “on all those Chinese television shows flirting with all those girls.”
Kibum ignored him and focused on Donghae, whose voice changed again, lowering, softening. “Yeah, you’ll get to see me again.” His words were laden with a promise that left Kibum’s stomach clenching, though he’d never admit it. He shifted and his book fell out of his lap onto the bed, unnoticed. His nerves were alight with heady anticipation.
“I’ve missed you, hyung,” he said, his voice rough.
Donghae’s chuckle curled through the phone line, dark. “I’ll see you soon.” Kibum smiled despite himself.
“Yah!” said Heechul as he walked back into the room holding an apple. “If you’re having phone sex on my phone, in my room, I will have to kill you.”
“What?” said Donghae, brightly perplexed.
Fact number five of Kibum’s life: Heechul lived to make him miserable.
--
That night, Kibum unpacked the rest of his suitcase, called his parents, and finished his book. He went to bed early because his manager had called a morning meeting to discuss his schedule for next few months.
He fell asleep thinking about Donghae’s voice on the phone, dreamed about Donghae sliding his clothes off during a Super Show performance, and woke up with the painful memory of Donghae’s mouth around his cock.
Flushed and uncomfortable, Kibum stared at the ceiling until his heartbeat slowed. Fact number six: Kibum did not support Super Junior M, because he needed to get laid and China was too goddamned far away.
--
Facts number seven and eight:
Donghae had gotten exponentially hotter in the unbearably long weeks Kibum hadn’t seen him. And Kibum didn’t mind it when Donghae spoke Chinese at him.
Kibum had barely managed to smile and hug the other members returning to Korea before Donghae pounced on him, a tangle of loose limbs and eager touches. Kibum staved off the chatter of excited words and questions, but he let his hands linger on Donghae’s hips and didn’t push away the nuzzles against his neck. Donghae clung to him happily, tilting his head back to press a litany of whispers to Kibum’s ear, a fluid mix of Chinese and Korean in yay Kibummie and that was such a long plane ride and I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
“Someone’s glad to be back,” Kangin said with a broad smirk as the Super Junior M members crowded into the dorm with their various pieces of luggage.
Siwon laughed with him and they slapped an arm around each other, bonding in their amusement over their dongsaeng. Kibum didn’t mind, was fighting a smile in fact, because Donghae was wrapped firmly around his side and hadn’t even made a move to hug the other members yet.
“Hey,” Henry greeted him in English, smiling and infinitely more confident than he had been a month ago. Then he ducked his head and added shyly, “Hyung.”
Kibum finally grinned as Donghae broke into a peal of laughter beside him. He gave Henry a one-armed hug and asked him about China, and didn’t even mind when Donghae finally peeled himself away to tackle Eunhyuk and Shindong.
--
“So I hear you were jealous,” Donghae remarked casually, stretching on his bed until his sleeping t-shirt rode up to bare a strip of skin. He grinned as he followed Kibum’s eyes and rubbed lightly at his stomach, his fingers teasing. “Kibum? Are you listening?”
Kibum blinked. “I was not jealous,” he said automatically, trying to refocus.
Donghae’s grin only widened. “That’s not what Heechul said,” he sang, wriggling around until his head landed in Kibum’s lap. He smiled up at him knowingly.
“Heechul’s a liar,” Kibum said firmly.
“Nah, I think you’re lying.” Donghae looked thoughtful, belying the fingers up reaching to comb through Kibum’s hair. “And I don’t like liars. Tell me the truth.”
Kibum hitched a breath as Donghae shifted in his lap, head rolling across uncomfortable parts of Kibum’s anatomy. “Hae,” he breathed out, voice low. He clenched his hands in the sheet behind him and tried not to think about how much he’d missed Donghae in the past few weeks, about how much he’d wanted him, about the dream last night or the look in Donghae’s eyes now, dark under his sweep of lashes.
The tip of Donghae’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Were you jealous?” he asked again.
“Yes,” Kibum exhaled, desire overriding any sense of embarrassment. “God, yes, Donghae, I was so jealous. Why do you have to flirt so much?”
Donghae rolled over again into a sitting position, leaning into Kibum’s personal space. His expression was mischievous as he settled his hands onto Kibum’s thighs, gripping lightly. Kibum swallowed hard and leaned back, but Donghae only followed the movement, edging forward. “I don’t think I flirt,” he said with a slight pout. “I’m just friendly.”
Kibum snorted. “If I were that friendly with our fans, I would have a mob of girls following me around calling me the father of their baby.”
Donghae blinked at him. “Are you calling me a slut?” he gasped, scandalized.
Kibum was laughing already, head tipped back. He’d missed this. No one else made him laugh this way. “I said nothing of the sort. But if the name fits…” He gasped as Donghae launched himself across the small distance between them, piling into Kibum’s lap and colliding with his chest with a breathless shout.
“I’ll show you who’s a slut, Kim Kibum.”
A tongue found its way across the underside of Kibum’s jaw as he threw his head back to chuckle. He shifted as Donghae straddled him more securely, head angled to kiss his way across Kibum’s jaw and up to his ear, hair tickling Kibum’s face. Kibum swallowed thickly and put his hands on Donghae’s hips, fingers sliding over worn denim.
“I missed you,” Donghae breathed in his ear, tracing its shell with his lips and tongue. His hands crept under Kibum’s shirt and up the warm skin of his back.
Kibum let out a long breath and moved his hands until they cupped Donghae’s ass. He tugged him forward and caught his mouth in a soft kiss.
Donghae made a soft sound in his throat and leaned in, closer, deepening the kiss with an eager press of his lips and tongue. “You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he murmured when he pulled back, lips swollen and eyes sparkling. His fingers had dropped to waistband of Kibum’s boxers, exposed by the low slouch of his jeans, and he traced the edge around Kibum’s side until his hand rested a tantalizing few centimeters above the erection straining Kibum’s jeans.
“Fuck you, hyung,” Kibum muttered, hips twitching.
“If you want.” Donghae grinned again and Kibum felt his eyes glaze over momentarily, a flush of intense desire tensing his body. Fuck yes, he wanted. Donghae kissed the corner of his lips and dropped his hand.
Kibum’s hips bucked involuntarily. He choked off a curse in English and pushed Donghae back onto the bed, rolling on top of him. He kissed him fiercely, too hard, made sloppy by his desperation. It had been too fucking long, Kibum thought, as he pushed his hips up into Donghae’s hand, which was stroking him firmly through his jeans.
“You know you’re a tease, right?” Kibum pulled away to pant into Donghae’s shoulder, his blue-and-white striped shirt. His fingers fumbled between their bodies, suddenly clumsy against the button of Donghae’s jeans. He growled in frustration. “All that flirting, hyung, and you know I’m too far away to do anything about it.”
Donghae only moaned in response, a throaty sound that cut off abruptly with the hitch of his breath when Kibum finally worked his hand into his jeans and wrapped around Donghae’s cock.
“Kibummie, ah-”
Kibum pumped his hand in two long strokes, eliciting another low moan. He smiled, watching Donghae squirm in his grip, sweaty and panting against the sheets. He loosened his hold to trace the thick vein from base to crown, smile widening when Donghae thrust helplessly, biting his lip to lock in his cries.
“I missed you too, hyung,” Kibum said as his thumb circled the head of Donghae’s erection, smearing precome in its wake.
Donghae whimpered and tossed his head against the pillow. “Shit,” he said in a muffled voice.
Kibum’s eyes lingered on the arch of his throat. He tightened his fist slightly and Donghae cursed again. Then, suddenly, with a dancer’s agility, he had flung his legs around Kibum’s hips, one hand cupping the back of Kibum’s neck, and Kibum was pressed full length along the body beneath him. He shuddered.
A voice said, soft and low and delicious, directly into his ear: “No, Kibummie, this is how I flirt.” A chuckle and a scrape of teeth on his earlobe, and Kibum caved.
Fact number nine of his life: he didn’t mind Donghae flirting, as long as it was with him. Though he did have to wonder, as Donghae’s fingers brushed over his nipples: if this was flirting for his hyung, then what the hell was foreplay?
--
Two days, four blowjobs, and three intense sessions of “flirting” (that had eventually progressed to foreplay and beyond) later, Donghae had to leave Korea again.
“I’ll miss you!” Donghae exclaimed as he went around to each member and clung to them briefly.
Kibum watched him dangle off Heechul and bit his lip.
“Did you ever tell Donghae about your jealousy problem?” Heechul asked, staring at Kibum as he deliberately wrapped an arm around Donghae’s waist and squeezed. Donghae smiled up at him and Kibum bit his lip harder.
“Shut up, hyung.”
“We had a great therapy session,” Donghae told Heechul and winked at Kibum.
Kibum could feel himself get hot under the collar.
“Great.” Heechul’s smirk was composed of one part amusement, one part genuine gladness, and about seven million parts smugness. Kibum rubbed his hand over his face and sighed.
“I promise I won’t flirt with any girls in China,” Donghae added as he pulled away from Heechul and latched onto Kibum. His fingers were warm on Kibum’s wrist and his smile turned suggestive as he peered up at Kibum from under his lashes. “At least,” he purred, “not the way I flirt with you.”
In the background, Leeteuk said, sounding a little panicked, “Lee Donghae, don’t you dare get up to anything you’ll regret in China. I’ll make Hankyung put a leash on you if necessary.”
Kibum opened his mouth to say something, but then Donghae craned his neck up and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “However!” he announced brightly, patting Kibum lightly on the ass before he danced away. “I make no promises about flirting with the boys.” He grinned and pounced on Kyuhyun, who only looked amused, because he was a traitorous friend and a terrible magnae.
“Hyung,” Kibum growled, trying to ignore Heechul’s raucous laughter.
Donghae blew him a kiss and clung harder to Kyuhyun. “I love you, Kibummie,” he caroled.
Kibum thought he should be forgiven for fact ten of his life: sometimes he really, really wanted to kill Lee Donghae. Who didn’t?
But then Donghae dissolved into infectious laughter and Kibum pulled him back into a fierce hug, wrapping his arms around Donghae from behind. “You’re an idiot,” he said with a sigh. Because of all the facts in Kibum’s life, the one that never changed was the fact that he was crazy in love with Donghae.
“But you love me,” Donghae said cheekily. Kibum pinched his side just to watch him squirm, rolling his eyes.
“But I love you,” he agreed.
--
Started: 04.29.08
Finished: 05.03.08
Notes: The shows I'm referencing are 1] Sohu Starchat (where Hae said, "I miss you~"), 2] Very Big Star/Superstar (where Hae danced to My Love and jump-roped with a fan), and 3] Yue Ce Yue Kai Xing (where Hae admitted that he wanted to get married--oh, and also danced to My Love again, yum). Aaaand, I don't know if this even need to be said, but obvs Kibum isn't really anti-SJM in this fic; he just wants to get laid. :( Can you blame him? Also, lol, sex scene totally got me stuck for, like, 3 days. Not 'cause I was embarrassed or whatever (what shame?), but because I found it so tedious to write. Ugh wtf.
I am, um. Studying. Seriously, I was productive today! This is my reward, or something. Don't judge me.
P.S. Fic will be flagged in, uh, a few days. Or something.
The Color of Envy
Super Junior (M), KiHae, hard R/NC-17, 3055 words
Kibum has a jealousy problem and it's not his fault, damn it.
The Color of Envy
by meitachi
These were two facts of Kim Kibum’s life:
1. Donghae was a flirt.
2. Kibum was not, despite claims by Heechul to the contrary, a fifteen-year-old girl.
So what Kibum didn’t understand was why, knowing these two things to be true, he still felt a flush of jealousy every time Donghae teased the fans with a smile or a glimpse of skin. It was never the skinship with other members that bothered Kibum, because some part of him recognized that Donghae was a naturally touchy-feely person and there was nothing sexual whatsoever about sleeping with Eunhyuk or cuddling into Siwon’s side. Donghae’s interaction with the fans, however, was different.
“Because you’re a fifteen-year-old girl,” Heechul had explained to him with a loud sigh. “Just admit it, Kibummie, you are so possessive of his attention, it’s ridiculous.”
“I am not,” had been Kibum’s stunningly articulate defense.
But he had to admit he hated the way Donghae flirted with the girls, the knowing glint in his eyes matching the knowing smile on his lips as he danced provocatively, eliciting deafening screams. He hated the way Donghae laughed after he said “saranghae yo” to shrieks of joy, a mixture of surprise and smugness in his expression. He knew what he did to the fans, but the extremity of their reaction left him bemused every time-yet he enjoyed it. Kibum knew him and Donghae thrived on attention. Kibum didn’t mind, really, he just wished it didn’t have to be the attention of a couple thousand girls ready to fulfill Donghae’s every sexual whim. Oh yes, Kibum knew about those girls-he could read, after all, and the internet was a place of great enlightenment.
It was terrible, he thought, some of these girls were still in junior high. Didn’t they have better things to do, like study?
All right, so maybe he was being a little uncharitable, but Kibum felt that he had the right. Donghae didn’t crawl into just anyone’s bed-okay, fine, maybe Kibum wasn’t the only one-and stick his hand down just anyone’s boxers and jerk them off. At least, Kibum hoped he didn’t. He better not.
Kibum took off his glasses and rubbed at his nose. Maybe Heechul had a point about being a fifteen-year-old girl.
--
“Hi everybody, I’m Lee Donghae. I’m very happy to see everybody.” Donghae beamed and then his smile curled into something a little wickeder. “I’ve missed you,” he said in Chinese, and the studio erupted in screams.
Kibum carefully arranged his face so the hot streak of jealousy that had just bolted through him was invisible.
“What a flirt,” Sungmin laughed from the other end of the couch, motioning at the TV.
Shindong shook his head. “He knows how to play the crowd, our Fishy.”
On screen, Donghae grinned as Kyuhyun leaned into his shoulder, shaking with laughter, and Siwon slung an arm around him and ruffled his hair.
Fact number three: despite not being a fifteen-year-old girl, Kim Kibum was jealous as hell. He could be man enough to admit it.
Not that it made things suck any less, however.
--
“Did you see the show where they brought the fans on stage?” Eunhyuk asked Kibum, grinning. “It was hilarious. Kyuhyun had to do a sexy dance with a fan and Hae had to jump rope with two different girls.”
--
“Wow, Donghae’s a fan favorite, isn’t he?” Yesung observed, scrolling through websites and clicking on a number of streaming videos. “Do you see all the signs for him? Damn, I’m impressed.”
“Or jealous,” Kibum commented, concentrating very hard on his computer game.
Yesung sighed. “Yes, that too.”
It’s okay, hyung, Kibum didn’t say. I am too.
--
“How much do you want to bet that they’re all screaming ‘marry me’?” Kangin asked, amused, as the fans screamed in response to Donghae’s scribbled admission I want to.
Kibum looked away. “No takers.”
--
“Oh look, Donghae’s dancing again,” Leeteuk said happily as Kibum walked into the room in time to hear the familiar strains of Justin Timberlake’s My Love. “Come look, Kibummie. He’s such a crowd-worker. Look at him flirt with the camera.” Leeteuk sounded mistily proud.
--
Fact number four: Kim Kibum’s life was completely unfair.
--
Heechul insisted on calling Hankyung and Siwon the night Kibum returned from his trip to the States, pulling Kibum into his room and sitting him on the bed. “You know you want to talk to them,” Heechul told him, and proceeded to not get off the phone for half an hour.
Kibum rolled his eyes and pulled out the paperback he hadn’t finished on the plane. “Whenever you’re done,” he said dryly.
“Donghae-yah,” Heechul said loudly a few minutes later, catching Kibum’s attention. Heechul smirked and threw himself back onto Leeteuk’s bed, turning to face the wall as he lowered his voice and began murmuring things to Donghae.
Kibum twitched in annoyance-stupid hyung-and fought the urge to pull the phone out of Heechul’s hand. It’d been weeks since he’d talked properly to Donghae, had heard that familiar voice speaking to him instead of a studio full of salivating fans. But Kibum was not, really not, a fifteen-year-old girl. He wasn’t petty like that.
Heechul burst into a round of raucous giggles and Kibum looked at him again.
Okay, so maybe he was petty, but he could at least pretend to have patience. Donghae didn’t have to know how much Kibum wanted to get on the phone and tell him to stop all his damned flirting and just come back to Kibum with that smile and that mouth and those hips-
Kibum resolutely returned his gaze to his book and managed to read the same sentence five times when Heechul appeared before him, dangling the phone in his face. “Want to talk to Fishy?” he asked innocently, quirking a brow as if he didn’t know. His eyes glittered with amusement when Kibum scowled at him and snatched the phone.
“Hi,” Kibum said into the phone.
“I miss you,” Heechul mocked in a singsong, wiggling his hips in front of Kibum. “I’m so jealous of our fans I could scream, because I’m a fifteen-year-old girl.” He danced away as Kibum lashed out a foot.
“What?” Donghae said, sounding confused.
“Nothing, Heechul hyung’s just being an idiot.”
“Oh, okay!” Suddenly, Donghae’s voice brightened again, sweet and warm in Kibum’s ear. “Kibummie-yah. I miss you. I’m so glad you’re back in Korea. We’re going back for a few days!”
Kibum’s hold tightened on Heechul’s phone. “Really? When?”
“Tomorrow!”
“So I’ll get to see you again?”
“You’ve seen him plenty,” Heechul called from the hallway, where he’d wandered off, “on all those Chinese television shows flirting with all those girls.”
Kibum ignored him and focused on Donghae, whose voice changed again, lowering, softening. “Yeah, you’ll get to see me again.” His words were laden with a promise that left Kibum’s stomach clenching, though he’d never admit it. He shifted and his book fell out of his lap onto the bed, unnoticed. His nerves were alight with heady anticipation.
“I’ve missed you, hyung,” he said, his voice rough.
Donghae’s chuckle curled through the phone line, dark. “I’ll see you soon.” Kibum smiled despite himself.
“Yah!” said Heechul as he walked back into the room holding an apple. “If you’re having phone sex on my phone, in my room, I will have to kill you.”
“What?” said Donghae, brightly perplexed.
Fact number five of Kibum’s life: Heechul lived to make him miserable.
--
That night, Kibum unpacked the rest of his suitcase, called his parents, and finished his book. He went to bed early because his manager had called a morning meeting to discuss his schedule for next few months.
He fell asleep thinking about Donghae’s voice on the phone, dreamed about Donghae sliding his clothes off during a Super Show performance, and woke up with the painful memory of Donghae’s mouth around his cock.
Flushed and uncomfortable, Kibum stared at the ceiling until his heartbeat slowed. Fact number six: Kibum did not support Super Junior M, because he needed to get laid and China was too goddamned far away.
--
Facts number seven and eight:
Donghae had gotten exponentially hotter in the unbearably long weeks Kibum hadn’t seen him. And Kibum didn’t mind it when Donghae spoke Chinese at him.
Kibum had barely managed to smile and hug the other members returning to Korea before Donghae pounced on him, a tangle of loose limbs and eager touches. Kibum staved off the chatter of excited words and questions, but he let his hands linger on Donghae’s hips and didn’t push away the nuzzles against his neck. Donghae clung to him happily, tilting his head back to press a litany of whispers to Kibum’s ear, a fluid mix of Chinese and Korean in yay Kibummie and that was such a long plane ride and I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
“Someone’s glad to be back,” Kangin said with a broad smirk as the Super Junior M members crowded into the dorm with their various pieces of luggage.
Siwon laughed with him and they slapped an arm around each other, bonding in their amusement over their dongsaeng. Kibum didn’t mind, was fighting a smile in fact, because Donghae was wrapped firmly around his side and hadn’t even made a move to hug the other members yet.
“Hey,” Henry greeted him in English, smiling and infinitely more confident than he had been a month ago. Then he ducked his head and added shyly, “Hyung.”
Kibum finally grinned as Donghae broke into a peal of laughter beside him. He gave Henry a one-armed hug and asked him about China, and didn’t even mind when Donghae finally peeled himself away to tackle Eunhyuk and Shindong.
--
“So I hear you were jealous,” Donghae remarked casually, stretching on his bed until his sleeping t-shirt rode up to bare a strip of skin. He grinned as he followed Kibum’s eyes and rubbed lightly at his stomach, his fingers teasing. “Kibum? Are you listening?”
Kibum blinked. “I was not jealous,” he said automatically, trying to refocus.
Donghae’s grin only widened. “That’s not what Heechul said,” he sang, wriggling around until his head landed in Kibum’s lap. He smiled up at him knowingly.
“Heechul’s a liar,” Kibum said firmly.
“Nah, I think you’re lying.” Donghae looked thoughtful, belying the fingers up reaching to comb through Kibum’s hair. “And I don’t like liars. Tell me the truth.”
Kibum hitched a breath as Donghae shifted in his lap, head rolling across uncomfortable parts of Kibum’s anatomy. “Hae,” he breathed out, voice low. He clenched his hands in the sheet behind him and tried not to think about how much he’d missed Donghae in the past few weeks, about how much he’d wanted him, about the dream last night or the look in Donghae’s eyes now, dark under his sweep of lashes.
The tip of Donghae’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Were you jealous?” he asked again.
“Yes,” Kibum exhaled, desire overriding any sense of embarrassment. “God, yes, Donghae, I was so jealous. Why do you have to flirt so much?”
Donghae rolled over again into a sitting position, leaning into Kibum’s personal space. His expression was mischievous as he settled his hands onto Kibum’s thighs, gripping lightly. Kibum swallowed hard and leaned back, but Donghae only followed the movement, edging forward. “I don’t think I flirt,” he said with a slight pout. “I’m just friendly.”
Kibum snorted. “If I were that friendly with our fans, I would have a mob of girls following me around calling me the father of their baby.”
Donghae blinked at him. “Are you calling me a slut?” he gasped, scandalized.
Kibum was laughing already, head tipped back. He’d missed this. No one else made him laugh this way. “I said nothing of the sort. But if the name fits…” He gasped as Donghae launched himself across the small distance between them, piling into Kibum’s lap and colliding with his chest with a breathless shout.
“I’ll show you who’s a slut, Kim Kibum.”
A tongue found its way across the underside of Kibum’s jaw as he threw his head back to chuckle. He shifted as Donghae straddled him more securely, head angled to kiss his way across Kibum’s jaw and up to his ear, hair tickling Kibum’s face. Kibum swallowed thickly and put his hands on Donghae’s hips, fingers sliding over worn denim.
“I missed you,” Donghae breathed in his ear, tracing its shell with his lips and tongue. His hands crept under Kibum’s shirt and up the warm skin of his back.
Kibum let out a long breath and moved his hands until they cupped Donghae’s ass. He tugged him forward and caught his mouth in a soft kiss.
Donghae made a soft sound in his throat and leaned in, closer, deepening the kiss with an eager press of his lips and tongue. “You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he murmured when he pulled back, lips swollen and eyes sparkling. His fingers had dropped to waistband of Kibum’s boxers, exposed by the low slouch of his jeans, and he traced the edge around Kibum’s side until his hand rested a tantalizing few centimeters above the erection straining Kibum’s jeans.
“Fuck you, hyung,” Kibum muttered, hips twitching.
“If you want.” Donghae grinned again and Kibum felt his eyes glaze over momentarily, a flush of intense desire tensing his body. Fuck yes, he wanted. Donghae kissed the corner of his lips and dropped his hand.
Kibum’s hips bucked involuntarily. He choked off a curse in English and pushed Donghae back onto the bed, rolling on top of him. He kissed him fiercely, too hard, made sloppy by his desperation. It had been too fucking long, Kibum thought, as he pushed his hips up into Donghae’s hand, which was stroking him firmly through his jeans.
“You know you’re a tease, right?” Kibum pulled away to pant into Donghae’s shoulder, his blue-and-white striped shirt. His fingers fumbled between their bodies, suddenly clumsy against the button of Donghae’s jeans. He growled in frustration. “All that flirting, hyung, and you know I’m too far away to do anything about it.”
Donghae only moaned in response, a throaty sound that cut off abruptly with the hitch of his breath when Kibum finally worked his hand into his jeans and wrapped around Donghae’s cock.
“Kibummie, ah-”
Kibum pumped his hand in two long strokes, eliciting another low moan. He smiled, watching Donghae squirm in his grip, sweaty and panting against the sheets. He loosened his hold to trace the thick vein from base to crown, smile widening when Donghae thrust helplessly, biting his lip to lock in his cries.
“I missed you too, hyung,” Kibum said as his thumb circled the head of Donghae’s erection, smearing precome in its wake.
Donghae whimpered and tossed his head against the pillow. “Shit,” he said in a muffled voice.
Kibum’s eyes lingered on the arch of his throat. He tightened his fist slightly and Donghae cursed again. Then, suddenly, with a dancer’s agility, he had flung his legs around Kibum’s hips, one hand cupping the back of Kibum’s neck, and Kibum was pressed full length along the body beneath him. He shuddered.
A voice said, soft and low and delicious, directly into his ear: “No, Kibummie, this is how I flirt.” A chuckle and a scrape of teeth on his earlobe, and Kibum caved.
Fact number nine of his life: he didn’t mind Donghae flirting, as long as it was with him. Though he did have to wonder, as Donghae’s fingers brushed over his nipples: if this was flirting for his hyung, then what the hell was foreplay?
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Two days, four blowjobs, and three intense sessions of “flirting” (that had eventually progressed to foreplay and beyond) later, Donghae had to leave Korea again.
“I’ll miss you!” Donghae exclaimed as he went around to each member and clung to them briefly.
Kibum watched him dangle off Heechul and bit his lip.
“Did you ever tell Donghae about your jealousy problem?” Heechul asked, staring at Kibum as he deliberately wrapped an arm around Donghae’s waist and squeezed. Donghae smiled up at him and Kibum bit his lip harder.
“Shut up, hyung.”
“We had a great therapy session,” Donghae told Heechul and winked at Kibum.
Kibum could feel himself get hot under the collar.
“Great.” Heechul’s smirk was composed of one part amusement, one part genuine gladness, and about seven million parts smugness. Kibum rubbed his hand over his face and sighed.
“I promise I won’t flirt with any girls in China,” Donghae added as he pulled away from Heechul and latched onto Kibum. His fingers were warm on Kibum’s wrist and his smile turned suggestive as he peered up at Kibum from under his lashes. “At least,” he purred, “not the way I flirt with you.”
In the background, Leeteuk said, sounding a little panicked, “Lee Donghae, don’t you dare get up to anything you’ll regret in China. I’ll make Hankyung put a leash on you if necessary.”
Kibum opened his mouth to say something, but then Donghae craned his neck up and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “However!” he announced brightly, patting Kibum lightly on the ass before he danced away. “I make no promises about flirting with the boys.” He grinned and pounced on Kyuhyun, who only looked amused, because he was a traitorous friend and a terrible magnae.
“Hyung,” Kibum growled, trying to ignore Heechul’s raucous laughter.
Donghae blew him a kiss and clung harder to Kyuhyun. “I love you, Kibummie,” he caroled.
Kibum thought he should be forgiven for fact ten of his life: sometimes he really, really wanted to kill Lee Donghae. Who didn’t?
But then Donghae dissolved into infectious laughter and Kibum pulled him back into a fierce hug, wrapping his arms around Donghae from behind. “You’re an idiot,” he said with a sigh. Because of all the facts in Kibum’s life, the one that never changed was the fact that he was crazy in love with Donghae.
“But you love me,” Donghae said cheekily. Kibum pinched his side just to watch him squirm, rolling his eyes.
“But I love you,” he agreed.
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Started: 04.29.08
Finished: 05.03.08
Notes: The shows I'm referencing are 1] Sohu Starchat (where Hae said, "I miss you~"), 2] Very Big Star/Superstar (where Hae danced to My Love and jump-roped with a fan), and 3] Yue Ce Yue Kai Xing (where Hae admitted that he wanted to get married--oh, and also danced to My Love again, yum). Aaaand, I don't know if this even need to be said, but obvs Kibum isn't really anti-SJM in this fic; he just wants to get laid. :( Can you blame him? Also, lol, sex scene totally got me stuck for, like, 3 days. Not 'cause I was embarrassed or whatever (what shame?), but because I found it so tedious to write. Ugh wtf.
I am, um. Studying. Seriously, I was productive today! This is my reward, or something. Don't judge me.