Our Day Off
Extremely belated birthday fic (I guess maybe it's more like half birthday fic now?) for jaded_skys, whom I love like whoa. Schmoopy, sexy Kangteuk. I wanted to err on the side of sexy, but I think it might actually be more schmoopy? I dunno. In any event, I hope you like it Thea! ILU! ♥ Now gimme my Min!GB.
Our Day Off
pairing: Kangin/Eeteuk
Kangin jerks bolt upright at precisely 5:00 AM. The room is quiet, dark except for the soft red glow of the digital clock on the night stand, and the bed is comfortably warm. There's no reason for him to wake up at this time, except that he does, everyday. His alarm clock has been internal for over a year now-his body automatically rouses him, carries him all the way through his morning routine and out the door, at which point his brain is usually cogent enough to kick in and tell him where he needs to go on that particular day. It is about to swing his legs out of bed and walk him to the bathroom when he feels a warm hand rest on his forearm.
"'s your day off," comes Eeteuk's voice, gravelly with sleep.
Day off? His brain reluctantly sputters to life half an hour early, goes through his schedule, and he finds with a shock that Eeteuk's right-he has nothing. Nothing. He tries to remember the last time he had a day off and all he can come up with is the time he was hospitalized for fatigue. He's not sure that counts.
"My day off," he says.
"Yup," Eeteuk says, clearly more than half asleep.
Wow. "Want me to make you breakfast while you're showering?" he asks, legs again starting to swing out of bed, but Eeteuk stops him again.
"'s my day off, too."
Kangin doesn't have to think, this time-they have not had a day off together since their debut.
"Your day off, too," he says faintly. Eeteuk hums in affirmation. "Our day off." The words feel foreign, exotic, delicious.
"Uh huh," Eeteuk says, and pulls him back down to his pillow, wraps an arm around his waist and rests his head on his chest. "Now go the fuck back to sleep."
He tries, but it takes a half an hour of him grinning like an idiot, breathing in the scent of Eeteuk's hair and tracing his thumb in lazy circles over Eeteuk's hipbone before he succeeds.
***
When he wakes again, the clock reads 11:34 and there are brilliant strips of sunlight shining out from between the blinds and streaking across the bed. Eeteuk is sprawled out on his back on top of Kangin's arm. At some point since 5:00 he's kicked the covers off of him, and he's wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs and a hemp anklet. Kangin has seen him like this countless times before, but there's something different about today. Maybe it's the prospect of seeing him like this all day, or maybe it's the effect of the sunbeams, lighting his hair, his jawline, a nipple, his waistband, knees and toes, but Kangin's never wanted him more in his life. Even when he's carefully withdrawn his arm from under Eeteuk's sleeping frame, he is too filled with want to do anything but lie on his side and stare for a while. Then he reaches out a hand and brushes Eeteuk's disheveled bangs back off of his face. Eeteuk stirs, but his eyes stay closed, and Kangin moves to brush his finger softly over Eeteuk's lips.
"Youngwoon," Eeteuk murmurs, still asleep, and Kangin bites his lip and edges closer. His hand flits down Eeteuk's chest, stopping to ghost a fingernail over one nipple and elicit a full-body shudder, then working down to caress Eeteuk's stomach. "Youngwoon," Eeteuk murmurs again, no more awake than before, and the bulge in his briefs twitches.
"Fuck," Kangin breathes, and unable to control himself begins to grope Eeteuk's cock through the thin layer of cotton. He licks his lips as he feels it hardening in his hand, feels his breath hitch when Eeteuk's does.
"Youngwoon," Eeteuk practically mewls this time, and Kangin is up and then down again, lying on his stomach between Eeteuk's splayed legs. After one last squeeze, he pulls down Eeteuk's briefs so the waistband rests beneath his balls and lowers his mouth over Eeteuk's cock. The sleeping man's body jerks but he doesn't wake up, and Kangin closes his eyes, savors the taste, the feel of Eeteuk fully hardening in his mouth. For a while there is no sound but the faint rustle of sheets and the soft, wet slurps from his mouth, and then he feels a hand run through his hair and hears his name again. He looks up, the head of Eeteuk's cock resting on his tongue, and sees Eeteuk looking back, eyes glazed in sleep, confusion, lust. Fixing his gaze on Eeteuk's face, Kangin begins to bob up again down again, and Eeteuk gazes back, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Kangin runs his hands over Eeteuk's stomach, his chest, his thighs, fingers sliding between sun-drenched and shadowed skin, and he sees Eeteuk's lips begin to move, soundlessly forming his name, and then panting it, Youngwoon, Youngwoon, Youngwoon, like a mantra. He grinds his hips fiercely into the mattress, painfully, exquisitely hard, and takes Eeteuk all the way down into his throat. Eeteuk's eyes go even wider, and he gasps, "Youngwoon, I'm-" and somehow their hands find each other and their fingers intertwine as Eeteuk comes into his mouth. Kangin swallows shot after shot, can't help but moan around Eeteuk's cock at the size of the load and the wildness in Eeteuk's eyes.
When Eeteuk's grip on his hands weakens, he brings one down to Eeteuk's cock to nurse him through the aftershocks and brings his swollen lips up to Eeteuk's hipbone, running a string of lazy kisses along it until Eeteuk pulls him up and their mouths find each other. The kiss is slow, deep, perfect, and when it finally breaks Kangin rests his forehead against Eeteuk's, smiles and says, "Good morning."
Eeteuk laughs, and their noses brush together. "Uh, yeah, I'd say so," he says.
Kangin kisses him again, a peck on the lips, and says, "I love you."
It's strange-strange that he's never said it before, maybe strange that he's saying it now. It feels right, though, and Eeteuk smiles and cups his face in one hand and whispers, "I love you too," against his lips before kissing him again, short and sweet.
Kangin brings his lips to Eeteuk's nose and his forehead before rolling over next to him on his back. Their hands find each other again and for a while they just lie there, staring at the ceiling, breathing together.
"Just so you know," Eeteuk says after a while, "when I can move again I'm going to give you the most amazing fuck of your life."
Kangin laughs, feels through the mattress more than hears Eeteuk's laughter in return.
"Take your time, babe. We've got all day," he says, and he means it, because he is still painfully hard, but he's also entirely satisfied.
Our Day Off
pairing: Kangin/Eeteuk
Kangin jerks bolt upright at precisely 5:00 AM. The room is quiet, dark except for the soft red glow of the digital clock on the night stand, and the bed is comfortably warm. There's no reason for him to wake up at this time, except that he does, everyday. His alarm clock has been internal for over a year now-his body automatically rouses him, carries him all the way through his morning routine and out the door, at which point his brain is usually cogent enough to kick in and tell him where he needs to go on that particular day. It is about to swing his legs out of bed and walk him to the bathroom when he feels a warm hand rest on his forearm.
"'s your day off," comes Eeteuk's voice, gravelly with sleep.
Day off? His brain reluctantly sputters to life half an hour early, goes through his schedule, and he finds with a shock that Eeteuk's right-he has nothing. Nothing. He tries to remember the last time he had a day off and all he can come up with is the time he was hospitalized for fatigue. He's not sure that counts.
"My day off," he says.
"Yup," Eeteuk says, clearly more than half asleep.
Wow. "Want me to make you breakfast while you're showering?" he asks, legs again starting to swing out of bed, but Eeteuk stops him again.
"'s my day off, too."
Kangin doesn't have to think, this time-they have not had a day off together since their debut.
"Your day off, too," he says faintly. Eeteuk hums in affirmation. "Our day off." The words feel foreign, exotic, delicious.
"Uh huh," Eeteuk says, and pulls him back down to his pillow, wraps an arm around his waist and rests his head on his chest. "Now go the fuck back to sleep."
He tries, but it takes a half an hour of him grinning like an idiot, breathing in the scent of Eeteuk's hair and tracing his thumb in lazy circles over Eeteuk's hipbone before he succeeds.
***
When he wakes again, the clock reads 11:34 and there are brilliant strips of sunlight shining out from between the blinds and streaking across the bed. Eeteuk is sprawled out on his back on top of Kangin's arm. At some point since 5:00 he's kicked the covers off of him, and he's wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs and a hemp anklet. Kangin has seen him like this countless times before, but there's something different about today. Maybe it's the prospect of seeing him like this all day, or maybe it's the effect of the sunbeams, lighting his hair, his jawline, a nipple, his waistband, knees and toes, but Kangin's never wanted him more in his life. Even when he's carefully withdrawn his arm from under Eeteuk's sleeping frame, he is too filled with want to do anything but lie on his side and stare for a while. Then he reaches out a hand and brushes Eeteuk's disheveled bangs back off of his face. Eeteuk stirs, but his eyes stay closed, and Kangin moves to brush his finger softly over Eeteuk's lips.
"Youngwoon," Eeteuk murmurs, still asleep, and Kangin bites his lip and edges closer. His hand flits down Eeteuk's chest, stopping to ghost a fingernail over one nipple and elicit a full-body shudder, then working down to caress Eeteuk's stomach. "Youngwoon," Eeteuk murmurs again, no more awake than before, and the bulge in his briefs twitches.
"Fuck," Kangin breathes, and unable to control himself begins to grope Eeteuk's cock through the thin layer of cotton. He licks his lips as he feels it hardening in his hand, feels his breath hitch when Eeteuk's does.
"Youngwoon," Eeteuk practically mewls this time, and Kangin is up and then down again, lying on his stomach between Eeteuk's splayed legs. After one last squeeze, he pulls down Eeteuk's briefs so the waistband rests beneath his balls and lowers his mouth over Eeteuk's cock. The sleeping man's body jerks but he doesn't wake up, and Kangin closes his eyes, savors the taste, the feel of Eeteuk fully hardening in his mouth. For a while there is no sound but the faint rustle of sheets and the soft, wet slurps from his mouth, and then he feels a hand run through his hair and hears his name again. He looks up, the head of Eeteuk's cock resting on his tongue, and sees Eeteuk looking back, eyes glazed in sleep, confusion, lust. Fixing his gaze on Eeteuk's face, Kangin begins to bob up again down again, and Eeteuk gazes back, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Kangin runs his hands over Eeteuk's stomach, his chest, his thighs, fingers sliding between sun-drenched and shadowed skin, and he sees Eeteuk's lips begin to move, soundlessly forming his name, and then panting it, Youngwoon, Youngwoon, Youngwoon, like a mantra. He grinds his hips fiercely into the mattress, painfully, exquisitely hard, and takes Eeteuk all the way down into his throat. Eeteuk's eyes go even wider, and he gasps, "Youngwoon, I'm-" and somehow their hands find each other and their fingers intertwine as Eeteuk comes into his mouth. Kangin swallows shot after shot, can't help but moan around Eeteuk's cock at the size of the load and the wildness in Eeteuk's eyes.
When Eeteuk's grip on his hands weakens, he brings one down to Eeteuk's cock to nurse him through the aftershocks and brings his swollen lips up to Eeteuk's hipbone, running a string of lazy kisses along it until Eeteuk pulls him up and their mouths find each other. The kiss is slow, deep, perfect, and when it finally breaks Kangin rests his forehead against Eeteuk's, smiles and says, "Good morning."
Eeteuk laughs, and their noses brush together. "Uh, yeah, I'd say so," he says.
Kangin kisses him again, a peck on the lips, and says, "I love you."
It's strange-strange that he's never said it before, maybe strange that he's saying it now. It feels right, though, and Eeteuk smiles and cups his face in one hand and whispers, "I love you too," against his lips before kissing him again, short and sweet.
Kangin brings his lips to Eeteuk's nose and his forehead before rolling over next to him on his back. Their hands find each other again and for a while they just lie there, staring at the ceiling, breathing together.
"Just so you know," Eeteuk says after a while, "when I can move again I'm going to give you the most amazing fuck of your life."
Kangin laughs, feels through the mattress more than hears Eeteuk's laughter in return.
"Take your time, babe. We've got all day," he says, and he means it, because he is still painfully hard, but he's also entirely satisfied.