Copacetic (N/Leo/Hyuk, R)
Title: Copacetic
Pairing: N/Leo, Leo/Hyuk, N/Leo/Hyuk
Rating: R
Words: ~1900
Warnings: threesome
Summary: Hakyeon, well, he just wants everything.
Author's Note: Giveaway prize for Theo.
It ends with Sanghyuk on his back, but it starts with Hakyeon on his knees.
(Well. It starts, truly technically at the absolute very beginning, with Taekwoon on the edge of his chair, asking his parents if it’s really okay that he's not applying to Yonsei after all, that he's auditioning to be a singer instead. It starts with a mumbled introduction met by a bright peal of laughter and a tanned hand warm in his.)
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(It starts over again, years later, with Hakyeon leaning into him, teasing, "You're 'honest in love', Woon-ah? Is that really true?"
His heart stops and starts over and he swallows, forces the words out past his tongue thick in his throat before he can stop himself for the hundredth time. "I, I have something to tell you.")
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The relevant part, though, it starts months after that with Hakyeon on his knees, lips moving against the head of Taekwoon's cock, saying, "But I want him, Woon-ah."
(Hakyeon didn't ask his parents if he could audition. Hakyeon doesn't ask for much of anything, really.)
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He certainly doesn't ask Taekwoon to rest a nonchalant hand on the back of Sanghyuk's neck at their next fan signing, but here Taekwoon is, thumb softly stroking over even softer skin. Sanghyuk had gasped at the first touch, just a quiet inhale that Taekwoon wouldn’t even have heard if he hadn’t been so conscious of keeping his own breath regular, steady. Normal.
It’s easy to surprise people, he thinks, when your usual modus operandi, your ‘normal’, is not doing, well, much of anything. It’s so easy to throw everything off-balance with a single unexpected movement.
Sanghyuk had gasped at the first touch, but under Taekwoon’s grip he’s trembling, now.
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(He gasps and trembles later, too, at the first finger, under Taekwoon’s grip on his hips, but that’s - later. Much later, after many more touches, after Sanghyuk starts moving into them, after Taekwoon, out of his depth and terrified, asks Hakyeon, “What do I do now?”
Hakyeon answers immediately, like it’s nothing at all. “Don’t just show him you want him, make him want you, too. Make him want what you want.”)
Before then, though, before Sanghyuk’s gotten used to the casual handling and definitely before Taekwoon has, he’s not thinking about what anyone except Hakyeon wants when he slides a familiar palm down to Sanghyuk’s waist. Sanghyuk stiffens at the contact, and Taekwoon knows before the click of the shutter that the shot is ruined, one more that won’t make it into the final spread.
He sighs to himself. This is going to take a while.
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"What's taking so long," Hakyeon demands, and Taekwoon knows he's not talking about how Taekwoon's three fingers deep and easing in a fourth.
"He's pretty young," he says, spreading his knuckles wide for the way Hakyeon hisses at the stretch. "I don't want to scare him."
(Later Hakyeon laughs, full and rich in the afterglow. "Woon-ah, you scare him just by breathing.")
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So he stops. Sanghyuk’s nearby and he glances up, startled, when Taekwoon inhales, flinches away like it’s some kind of warning sign and it almost hurts how much Hakyeon was right. Taekwoon holds the breath, holds Sanghyuk’s gaze, reaching out slowly, carefully. It’s the first time he lets Sanghyuk see how terrified he is of this, too, and there’s a wary recognition in Sanghyuk’s eyes before they drop to Taekwoon’s hand edging nearer.
He doesn’t make a move to shorten the distance, but he doesn’t pull away either.
---
(It isn't until days later that Taekwoon reaches for Sanghyuk, and Sanghyuk goes.)
"How are things with Hyukkie?" Hakyeon asks as he rolls his hips into Taekwoon, because Hakyeon can never have these kinds of discussions at appropriate times.
Taekwoon wonders if it should maybe be more of a struggle to surface from the haze of pleasure and think about something other than Hakyeon's dick hitting all the right spots, but Sanghyuk comes to mind almost too easily. Only a few days ago he'd started to lean with just the barest hint of pressure into Taekwoon's arm slung around him, but by this morning that's already become a delighted grin and an arm slung right back. It had been Taekwoon who'd frozen then, startled by the unexpected reciprocation, breath still caught in his throat.
"Woon-ah?" Hakyeon's sharp thrust forward brings his attention back.
"Good," he replies slowly. "Really good, but. What do I do now?"
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Hakyeon’s advice echoes in his mind, make him want what you want, when Taekwoon glances up from the stylist’s chair and catches Sanghyuk’s eyes on him, soft with something that makes them both look away. Holding his breath has become a way lately to avoid thinking too much about everything, focusing instead on counting the beats, on the burn in his lungs, but that glimpse knocks the air right out of him. It forces him to consider all the things he’s been ignoring these past weeks, tucking them away into the tidy excuse that he’s just doing it for Hakyeon, because Hakyeon wants everything but won’t ask for any of it.
Hakyeon wants everything, and he’s pretty sure he knows what (who) Sanghyuk wants, now, too.
What does he want?
---
There’s an answer waiting for him in the van after the show, in the choice between the empty passenger seat and the space next to Sanghyuk. He’s settled into the backseat before he even really thinks about it.
(He knows Sanghyuk thinks he's asleep when Sanghyuk scoots cautiously across the inches separating them, resting his head on Taekwoon's shoulder and lacing their fingers together and Taekwoon, finally, exhales.
Maybe it’s okay for him to want this, too.)
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(Somewhere along the ride he really does nod off and when the van stops Sanghyuk’s got creases in his cheeks from the seams of Taekwoon’s jacket and he’s flushed with sleepiness and Taekwoon doesn’t hold his breath, this time, he just chokes on it.)
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Hakyeon’s asking him how it’s going at a time that isn’t while they’re in bed, for once, and Taekwoon’s watching Sanghyuk watch them in the practice room mirror.
“Our Hyukkie,” Hakyeon says. “Don’t forget.” Taekwoon hasn’t, even for a minute.
Sanghyuk mouths something at him, eyes pleading, and Taekwoon can’t tell what he’s trying to say but he nods anyway.
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He finds out when Sanghyuk grabs his wrist, stopping him from filing out with the others after practice. “Can we talk,” it comes out rushed, like Sanghyuk’s only got one breath left (and he’s spending it on Taekwoon).
He nods.
"Are you and Hakyeon hyung, um." Sanghyuk bites his lip. Taekwoon, watching his teeth slide over the raw pink patches of skin that speak of a habit, nods.
Sanghyuk's gaze is just starting to fall when Taekwoon decides that nodding isn't enough and says, "But we're not, you know. Exclusive." Sanghyuk's eyes snap back to his face.
"Oh," he breathes. "Then, um, there’s something I wanted to tell you."
Make him want what you want. It's the first time Taekwoon thinks to wonder just how long Hakyeon had waited for him to confess, all those months ago.
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Sanghyuk bites Taekwoon's lip, too, though he's not sure whether that's habit or technique or inexperience. (It happens when Taekwoon brushes the back of his hand over the front of Sanghyuk's pants, so he thinks it might be the latter.)
(It's all technique, though, when Taekwoon sets his teeth to Sanghyuk's neck, to his nipple, to the skin right below his navel. His tongue flicking out to soothe the sting is technique as well, learned over days and months from an impatient instructor, but by the way Sanghyuk whimpers and arches he seems to appreciate all the things Hakyeon's taught Taekwoon.)
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“You’ve got him?” Hakyeon doesn’t really wait for Taekwoon’s confirmation, but he hasn’t really waited for Taekwoon’s anything since this all started, so. (Taekwoon wonders if he used up all his waiting at the very beginning, before Taekwoon had almost by accident changed everything with a stumble and a too-long pause and, finally, a whispered “I love you.”
Everything’s changed and nothing has at all. Hakyeon’s nod is still as curt and confident as it had been then, like Taekwoon’s never said anything he wasn’t already expecting to hear. His eyes still crinkle at the corners, too.)
“Good. Now bring him in.”
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Sanghyuk doesn’t go stiff when Hakyeon touches him, not like he had all those weeks ago when Taekwoon had first slid venturesome fingers across his collar. His nervousness lies instead in the shake of his shoulders under Hakyeon’s deft palms, the shake of his hands as he reaches for Taekwoon.
(It had lain in the shake of his voice, too, when Taekwoon had asked him a few days ago if he’d be willing to give this a try. “Oh,” he’d said, voice squeaking a little. “Hakyeon hyung wants to…oh.”
“Me too,” Taekwoon had said. Sanghyuk had been in his lap, shaking under Taekwoon’s hand on his cock, because Taekwoon’s learned from Hakyeon when to ask for things, too. “I also want.”
“Oh,” Sanghyuk had said again, and come, still shaking.)
Right now, Taekwoon goes when Sanghyuk reaches for him, settles behind them to hold Sanghyuk in his lap and smooth the shivers from his body with careful kisses. Hakyeon kisses him as well, firm and sure and Taekwoon feels the difference in the way Sanghyuk goes utterly pliant, so good at giving himself over to being taken care of.
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Sanghyuk gasps at the first finger Hakyeon slides into him, trembles under Taekwoon’s grip holding his hips up for the best angle. He’s barely breathing so Taekwoon kisses him again, coaxes him to inhale and exhale until he’s panting and shuddering, rocking back onto two of Hakyeon’s fingers and two of Taekwoon’s.
Hakyeon lets Taekwoon go first, because he's just a little bit bigger than Taekwoon and he says that means Taekwoon should stretch Sanghyuk out for him. Taekwoon wonders if it has more to do with the way Sanghyuk's moaning Taekwoon's name even though it’s both their hands on him, but. That's all Hakyeon says, "go on, get him ready" as he pushes Taekwoon down Sanghyuk's body.
Sanghyuk’s on his back, so Taekwoon can see his shaky smile when Taekwoon asks, nowhere near for the first time, “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Sanghyuk whispers in return. “Yeah. Too late now.”
(Taekwoon thinks too late might have been way before now, might have been Sanghyuk kissing back, might have been Hakyeon on his knees, might have been Taekwoon closing out of his half-finished college application and opening up the homepage of Jellyfish Entertainment Co.)
He holds his breath as he eases in.
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He’s not sure when too late is for Sanghyuk, or even for Hakyeon or all three of them together, but for Taekwoon it’s when Hakyeon moves past him to take his place, impatient as always but Sanghyuk surges forward to meet him just as eagerly now and Taekwoon doesn’t know if he’s given Sanghyuk to Hakyeon or Hakyeon to Sanghyuk any more. Maybe he’s given himself to both of them.
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(He thinks, later, as Hakyeon arranges Sanghyuk curled between them and then nestles down on his other side, that maybe he wouldn’t mind that, if they’ll take him.)
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