Staring at the Sun (Flashfic Challenge 11: Let Dai)
Title: Staring at the Sun
Author: thevignette (fic comm inlightof )
Word count: 696
Concrit?: Sure
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Staring at the Sun
Homin | 696 words | pg-13
Sweat was running down Changmin’s back and his shirt stuck to his skin. Feverish, he brushed the back of his hand across his eyes, watching the heat waves ripple off the ground. Next to him, Jaejoong was looking at the photographs they had taken, his damp hair stuck to the nape of his neck.
Someone touched his back, and Changmin twisted around. Yunho was standing behind him, his face shadowed by his hat. “Do you want to go somewhere cooler?” he asked.
They walked in silence away from the site where Junsu was posing for the camera. Yoochun was nowhere to be seen, probably sitting in the car with the air-conditioning turned on full-blast.
They sat on the grass under the shade of some large trees that Changmin didn’t know the name of. Changmin threaded the blades of grass through his fingers, blinked sweat away from his eyes. Yunho’s body was pressed next to his, and when he glanced over, Yunho was looking at him.
Maybe it was the sweltering heat, maybe it was the fact that they were hundreds of miles away from home, maybe it was the burgers they had eaten for lunch, but Yunho was telling him to lean closer, closer, in a voice Changmin had never heard before. It was low, husky and dangerous, and desire sparked at the base of his spine, skittering upwards like electricity.
The first kiss was brief and close-mouthed. Yunho had his hands pressed softly against Changmin’s jaw. “Have you done this before?” he asked.
Changmin opened his mouth to answer, but Yunho cut him off with a second kiss - close-mouthed but more forceful than the first. “I don’t want to know,” Yunho decided. “Don’t tell me.”
A bird screeched noisily overhead, and Changmin’s hand increased its grip on Yunho’s shirt.
When Yunho kissed him again, he tasted like smoke, dust and heat. His hand on Changmin’s jaw urged his lips to part, and when Changmin felt Yunho’s tongue darting against his teeth, Changmin yanked some grass off the ground in momentary panic.
“It’s okay,” Yunho murmured, mouth moving along Changmin’s face, behind his ear, down his throat, settling against the hollow where his neck met his shoulders, sucking.
They moved with the same rhythm, as though they’d been doing this all their lives, and this is just one in many, many times they've done this together. When Yunho’s hand pushed past his jeans and curled around him, Changmin bit the insides of his cheeks from crying out. Yunho hummed, making Changmin dizzy. “Look at me,” Yunho whispered, and Changmin opened his eyes.
Yunho’s eyes were dark, kaleidoscopes of lust, affection, hope, mirroring the storm in Changmin’s heart. The heat was driving the both of them crazy, Changmin was certain. Yunho’s hand was picking up speed, pushing Changmin to the edge. He sobbed against Yunho’s shoulder, arching into Yunho’s grip.
He lost his balance when Yunho’s tongue slowly traveled down his chest, and the Sun burnt his eyes, making him go temporarily blind. He desperately clutched at Yunho, who was braced over him, gasping.
When Changmin regained his vision, it was blurry at the edges, and he felt as though he was suspended in mid-air, flying - soaring - for just brief seconds before he blinked hard, twice, and realized where he was.
Yunho was collapsed on top of him, panting. Changmin pushed at him, and he rolled over obligingly. Changmin pushed himself up with his elbows, quickly dressing himself, ignoring the sweat that pricked at his eyes.
On their way back to the site, Yunho caught Changmin’s elbow. His voice was normal now, and so were his eyes. “Changmin,” he said. “Nothing happened back there.”
Changmin shivered in the unbearable heat. “Nothing happened back there,” he echoed, trying the words in his mouth.
Yunho half-smiled and released Changmin’s elbow, “Come on, let’s hurry up.”
Changmin broadened his strides, catching up with Yunho. By the time they found their way back to where they came from, Changmin had already convinced himself that nothing had happened back there in the shade. There might have been a kiss, or two, but nothing more than that.
We are all equipped with the convenient ability to forget.
Author: thevignette (fic comm inlightof )
Word count: 696
Concrit?: Sure
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Staring at the Sun
Homin | 696 words | pg-13
Sweat was running down Changmin’s back and his shirt stuck to his skin. Feverish, he brushed the back of his hand across his eyes, watching the heat waves ripple off the ground. Next to him, Jaejoong was looking at the photographs they had taken, his damp hair stuck to the nape of his neck.
Someone touched his back, and Changmin twisted around. Yunho was standing behind him, his face shadowed by his hat. “Do you want to go somewhere cooler?” he asked.
They walked in silence away from the site where Junsu was posing for the camera. Yoochun was nowhere to be seen, probably sitting in the car with the air-conditioning turned on full-blast.
They sat on the grass under the shade of some large trees that Changmin didn’t know the name of. Changmin threaded the blades of grass through his fingers, blinked sweat away from his eyes. Yunho’s body was pressed next to his, and when he glanced over, Yunho was looking at him.
Maybe it was the sweltering heat, maybe it was the fact that they were hundreds of miles away from home, maybe it was the burgers they had eaten for lunch, but Yunho was telling him to lean closer, closer, in a voice Changmin had never heard before. It was low, husky and dangerous, and desire sparked at the base of his spine, skittering upwards like electricity.
The first kiss was brief and close-mouthed. Yunho had his hands pressed softly against Changmin’s jaw. “Have you done this before?” he asked.
Changmin opened his mouth to answer, but Yunho cut him off with a second kiss - close-mouthed but more forceful than the first. “I don’t want to know,” Yunho decided. “Don’t tell me.”
A bird screeched noisily overhead, and Changmin’s hand increased its grip on Yunho’s shirt.
When Yunho kissed him again, he tasted like smoke, dust and heat. His hand on Changmin’s jaw urged his lips to part, and when Changmin felt Yunho’s tongue darting against his teeth, Changmin yanked some grass off the ground in momentary panic.
“It’s okay,” Yunho murmured, mouth moving along Changmin’s face, behind his ear, down his throat, settling against the hollow where his neck met his shoulders, sucking.
They moved with the same rhythm, as though they’d been doing this all their lives, and this is just one in many, many times they've done this together. When Yunho’s hand pushed past his jeans and curled around him, Changmin bit the insides of his cheeks from crying out. Yunho hummed, making Changmin dizzy. “Look at me,” Yunho whispered, and Changmin opened his eyes.
Yunho’s eyes were dark, kaleidoscopes of lust, affection, hope, mirroring the storm in Changmin’s heart. The heat was driving the both of them crazy, Changmin was certain. Yunho’s hand was picking up speed, pushing Changmin to the edge. He sobbed against Yunho’s shoulder, arching into Yunho’s grip.
He lost his balance when Yunho’s tongue slowly traveled down his chest, and the Sun burnt his eyes, making him go temporarily blind. He desperately clutched at Yunho, who was braced over him, gasping.
When Changmin regained his vision, it was blurry at the edges, and he felt as though he was suspended in mid-air, flying - soaring - for just brief seconds before he blinked hard, twice, and realized where he was.
Yunho was collapsed on top of him, panting. Changmin pushed at him, and he rolled over obligingly. Changmin pushed himself up with his elbows, quickly dressing himself, ignoring the sweat that pricked at his eyes.
On their way back to the site, Yunho caught Changmin’s elbow. His voice was normal now, and so were his eyes. “Changmin,” he said. “Nothing happened back there.”
Changmin shivered in the unbearable heat. “Nothing happened back there,” he echoed, trying the words in his mouth.
Yunho half-smiled and released Changmin’s elbow, “Come on, let’s hurry up.”
Changmin broadened his strides, catching up with Yunho. By the time they found their way back to where they came from, Changmin had already convinced himself that nothing had happened back there in the shade. There might have been a kiss, or two, but nothing more than that.
We are all equipped with the convenient ability to forget.