Behind Closed Doors
Title: Behind Closed Doors
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Alcohol use, sexual situations
Genre: One shot, 1st time, bit of a PWP
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior. This fic is for enjoyment only
Summary: Hankyung and Heechul get stoopid drunk one night, and things gets real, really fast
Author's Note: Pure smut! HanChul smut! It's been done before and I don't care because I love them and it's fun and I needed some damn smut. :D
Hankyung blinked in the dim light, his brain buzzing happily from the alcohol as he tried to focus on the man across from him. He opened up his mouth to try and talk, but what came out was a garbled mess of words that Hankyung was pretty sure was unintelligible.
Heechul began to laugh at this, and because he was drunk as well, what he said in return was nothing but a bunch of noises that refused to connect as words in Hankyung’s addled brain. He knew his Korean got 10 times worse when he was drunk, and it seemed to him that all they were doing now was babbling and laughing.
“Your Korean is horrible!” Heechul cackled, but even his words were slurred.
“What?” Hankyung laughed, leaning in closer. “Sayitagain.” He said, the words coming out awkwardly. Heechul continued to laugh, a high pitched giggle that would rival Leeteuk’s in hilarity. Hankyung giggled too, even though somewhere in the back of his head he knew he had no idea whatsoever what he was laughing at. However, he lacked the ability to figure it out.
“Say ‘I want to blow bubbles in the springtime!’.” Heechul cackled, making the ‘kekeke’ sound he was so famous for. His arms were flopping over the side of the bed and his eyes were bright with alcohol induced glee. Hankyung closed his eyes and concentrated, trying desperately to force his tongue to say the right Korean words, but his brain merely laughed at him and spit them out in drunken Chinese. Heechul roared with laughter and collided with him on the bed, accidentally smacking Hankyung in the face with his hand.
“Yeeowch!” Hankyung cried, covering his nose, trying to rub it as it smarted painfully. “You hit me!”
“Awwwww.” Heechul rolled over again, a huge, loopy grin on his face. “Is the mighty martial artist too drunk to block me?” Heechul snickered.
Hankyung wheezed and grunted as Heechul rolled on top of him, all bony elbows and knees, cackling like a madman. “I WON!” he crowed, even though they hadn’t been playing any game. The heel of Heechul’s hand pressed hard into Hankyung’s chest as he tried to push himself up to look at him through slightly glazed eyes. Hankyung felt the air leave his lungs due to the pressure and he hacked and coughed, sucking in air as Heechul’s weight re-distributed itself on top of him. When Heechul had stopped moving and there was air in his lungs again, Hankyung tried once more to speak.
“I take you down in seconds could.” Hankyung grinned at him. “You drunk be more than I can.” He said the words, and once again the voice at the back of his head warned him that he hadn’t said that correctly. The voice must have been right, because Heechul literally howled with laughter, his nose burying itself into the crook of Hankyung’s neck as his body shook with hilarity.
“Hankyung I love you.” Heechul slurred into his ear, and Hankyung grinned. Heechul always let the things he’d never say when he was sober escape when he was drunk.
“I love you too.” Hankyung said, yawning. They’d been drinking for nearly three solid hours, and he knew he was going to pay a terrible price in the morning when they had schedules, but tonight, he wanted to forget it all and get shitfaced. He had succeeded quite well, and now Heechul was merely lying face down on top of him, breathing heavily on Hankyung’s neck. Almost a full minute passed in contented silence as they lay there on his bed.
“Chul-ah?” Hankyung finally asked, wondering if his friend had passed out on top of him. “You ‘wake?”
“Mm.” Heechul mumbled. “You smell good.”
“Thanks?” Hankyung chuckled.
Heechul responded by burying his nose further into Hankyung’s neck. But Hankyung was ticklish, and he began to squirm, laughing and pulling his arms up to lock around Heechul’s slim waist. “What are you doing?”
“I’m eating Chinese.” Heechul giggled, and then he bit Hankyung’s neck, nipping the skin with his teeth. Hankyung gasped as his brain registered both a sharp pain and then shock, then even more shock mingled with something dark that slid hotly down his spine to pool in the pit of his stomach.
“Unnhhh…” Hankyung managed to get out, because suddenly Heechul felt really heavy on him, and all the warning signs were there that his body was about to betray him. That would be awkward and embarrassing, drunk or no. “Chul maybe--” He slurred, but Heechul interrupted.
“Mm. Tasty.” He observed, licking the side of Hankyung’s neck with his tongue. Hankyung’s mouth fell open and his brain escaped through the opening and gleefully flew away, leaving him quite speechless.
“Ffgghngh.” Hankyung managed to make his vocal chords do something.
“Okay I KNOW that wasn’t Mandarin.” Heechul pulled his mouth from Hankyung’s neck and looked down at him. Hankyung blinked, his vision clouding for a second as he struggled to form words.
Heechul looked both angelic and wicked above him, and that was not something that one usually thought about their best friend. The alcohol began to sing a delighted song inside his veins and he made another strangled noise as Heechul leaned in closer. “Did I break your brain or something?” He asked, that trademark smirk on his face.
Hankyung swallowed, reached up a hand to slap himself across the face. Heechul continued to grin, but Hankyung’s brain had decided to give up.
“Chul…we think….shouldn’t too much……maybe we….”
“Shut up, Hankyung.” Heechul said, and then he was rolling off Hankyung, and air seemed to re-fill his lungs. He groaned at the loss of pressure (and a healthy dose of disappointment) and was about to retort that Heechul shouldn’t tell him what to do when he felt Heechul’s warm, slender fingers slip under the hem of his tank top. His mouth fell open and his eyes crossed and rolled back. This was quickly followed by his mouth falling open in a soundless O. He gasped as Heechul’s thumb traced his bellybutton, then hissed in a breath as the sensation rolled over him, lighting tiny fires all over his skin.
“Fuhhh….sh….shit….” Hankyung moaned as Heechul’s fingers kept moving lower rather than away.
That voice in the back of his head was now hollering that he should stop him, that this was madness, that being drunk was one thing but this was something else entirely. But the voice was drowned out in the wave of hot, forbidden bliss as Heechul’s fingers slid easily between his skin and his pajama bottoms.
Hankyung shuddered as he felt Heechul’s hand graze over him and slowly close over his already half-erect cock. He sucked in air and his back arched on pure instinct. It only took two seconds for him to feel himself swell as Heechul’s fingers began to move.
Hankyung made another strangled sort of sound at how good that felt, and he heard Heechul hum in satisfaction. Purely on instinct, Hankyung’s hand came up to press over Heechul’s, laying on top of the fabric, moving with his fingers. It felt amazing. His mind was hazing out into a smear of white as it rippled along his skin. When he felt Heechul’s tongue lick wetly close to his mouth, he groaned and gasped at the goosebumps that erupted all over his body. He hadn’t felt anything this good in so long, it was as if his body was operating on its own. His knees lifted of their own accord and then parted shamelessly to give Heechul more room.
And then Heechul’s mouth was on his neck again, hot and wet and deliciously erotic. His tongue was doing things that Hankyung barely had time to register before Heechul’s fingers found the most sensitive spot just underneath the head of his cock. Hankyung practically choked on a yell and he bit his lip hard to stop it. All that came out was a strained whimper instead.
Heechul hummed again in triumph and amusement and then he was kissing Hankyung, and fuck if he didn’t taste amazing. Hankyung dropped off the side of reason and went straight to crazy. He didn’t care that this was his best friend…and a guy….all he cared about was that Heechul didn’t stop because holy shit this felt so good he felt like he could happily die this way.
Heechul was a hell of a good kisser. Even through the alcohol fog and the persistent stroking of Heechul’s fingers over him, Hankyung managed to gather enough brain to kiss him back. Heechul’s mouth was hot and wet, sinful and perfectly delicious. Hankyung groaned again as Heechul’s teeth grazed over his lips and then away. Hankyung tried to pull him back but Heechul moved away maddeningly and began to lick a path down his neck to his chest. Hankyung whined again helplessly.
Fire was spreading through him and he gripped the sheets with one hand. He could hear himself making noises that normally would have made him blush scarlet red, but his brain had gone, and all that was left was the sensation of Heechul’s hand and tongue.
Heechul’s fingers began to move faster and to press a little harder over him. Hankyung’s gasps sped up to match it, and a wild, wicked lust flooded his veins. He moved his hand up without even realizing it and fisted his fingers into Heechul’s hair. When he heard Heechul moan in response, it was as if that one noise was the key to the door that burst open inside him, the last of his reserve washed away in the sensations.
I love this…..fuck I love this don’t ever let it stop…
He tightened his grip on the fabric of the thin pajamas, over Heechul’s hand. Heechul paused, just the tips of his fingers pressing and pushing until Hankyung’s back arched and he shouted his release, coming hard enough to make the world smear into brilliant colors.
He lay there gasping from the aftershocks, and shuddered at the increased sensitivity when Heechul’s hand withdrew from his pants and slid back up Hankyung’s chest. For a few seconds Hankyung could hear the sinfully erotic sound of Heechul licking Hankyung’s come off his fingers. Hankyung groaned as the sound sent another scissor of heat along his spine.
He felt Heechul scoot closer then roll over, the back of his head coming to rest on the pillow next to Hankyung’s. Hankyung could only lie there bonelessly, brainlessly while his body returned with shock fighting with the warm afterglow of a fantastic orgasm.
Beside him, he felt Heechul’s shoulder moving, and heard the unmistakable sounds of skin on skin. He could hear Heechul’s breath hitching as he stroked himself and those sounds were making his skin tingle. Hankyung opened his eyes and looked over at his friend. Heechul’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth as his hand moved swiftly. The sight and sounds Heechul was making were way hotter than they should be. He watched as Heechul’s spine curved gracefully, his mouth open and gasping, and then he came too, his come spattering the blanket as he moaned blissfully. He sank back into the mattress and purred like a contented cat.
Seconds ticked by as Hankyung tried to process what had just happened through the alcohol. Heechul turned to face him, and for the first time there was a look of uncertainty there. “Are you okay?” He asked, turning to face Hankyung.
“I……..” Hankyung began, but the Korean words failed him. “Wow.” He said the only word that came to him. Heechul grinned a little and put his head on the pillow, kicked the soiled blanket off the bed and threw one arm over Hankyung’s chest.
“Don’t think. Just shut up and go to sleep.” He commanded, and Hankyung closed his eyes, glad to be given an order he could so easily obey. He felt Heechul’s knee come to rest over his leg and his feet tangled with Hankyung’s under the sheet. He closed his eyes and was asleep within minutes.
~~
Hankyung stood under the water in the shower, the hot water cascading over him, helping clear his mind. He’d woken up this morning with an enormous headache and his stomach growling. And then he’d opened his eyes and seen Heechul’s head on his shoulder, fast asleep.
The memories had begun to creep in, past the hangover, past the headache. Memories of Heechul kissing him, and his fingers curved sinfully over his cock, and feeling himself come so hard he’d practically blacked out.
He had gotten up out of his bed with supreme effort not to wake Heechul. He had managed it somehow, and crept off to the bathroom to take a shower. Ryeowook had greeted him in the hallway, all smiles and “Good morning hyung!”. Hankyung had felt like he was some kind of pervert and had made a dash for the bathroom. Ryeowook had merely come to the door and asked if he wanted some coffee to help with the hangover. Hankyung had groaned out a yes and turned on the water as hot as it would go.
He stood there, the scalding water doing wonders to clear his mind. As he woke up and began to realize the reality of the situation, he wondered what on earth he was going to do now.
Heechul gave me a hand job. And I let him. And it felt so good oh fuck am I gay?!
Hankyung pressed his forehead against the tiles and sighed. He knew he was going to have to face Heechul very soon, and had no idea how Heechul was going to act now. Then the thought occurred to him that Heechul might be kinda pissed off at being left alone in bed without a word. Didn’t girls usually get mad when you left them asleep in bed?
Hankyung rubbed his face and turned the water onto cold, instantly making himself jump and hiss at the change in temperature. It finished clearing out the cobwebs and confusion in his brain, and he shut the water off. He stepped out, wrapped a towel around himself and took a look at his foggy reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Maybe he won’t remember.” He said to himself. And then he remembered who he was talking about, and an embarrassed flush lit his cheeks. “I am so screwed.”
Hankyung took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. His door was still closed, so he opened it gingerly, peeking inside to see if Heechul was still asleep, or if he was sitting there waiting for Hankyung to get back so he could berate him for leaving him alone.
But Heechul wasn’t there.
Surprised, Hankyung looked around in alarm, but his room was very empty, which meant that he had woken up when Hankyung was in the shower. But what did it mean that he was gone? Was Heechul regretting what had happened? Had he gone back to his own room?
Confused and a tiny bit worried, Hankyung dried off and pulled on jeans and a tshirt, and padded out into the kitchen to see about getting some breakfast and to nonchalantly see if Heechul was there. He rounded the corner and sure enough, Heechul was sitting at the kitchen table, his mouth full of cereal. His eyes met Hankyung’s for a brief second, and then he went back to eating his breakfast like nothing was wrong.
“Hyung are you hungry?” Ryeowook asked, appearing out of thin air next to him. Hankyung swallowed and nodded, and Ryeowook beamed at him. Hankyung slid into the chair opposite Heechul and looked at him, but Heechul seemed absorbed in his cereal and a magazine lying open on the table. Hankyung was about to open his mouth and say something when a bowl of cereal was set down in front of him. Hankyung thanked Ryeowook and smiled as the younger man wandered off, singing happily to himself.
Heechul did not look up from his magazine, and so Hankyung merely ate his cereal. They ate in silence for what seemed like a hundred years before Leeteuk appeared in the kitchen and shoved their schedules for the day in front of them and then ran off again. Heechul yawned and looked at Hankyung.
“Is the shower free do you think?” he asked. Hankyung nodded, and wondered if perhaps he HAD dreamed the whole thing like some crazy-hot fantasy. Heechul stood and set the bowl of milk on the floor, where Heebum immediately attacked it with gusto. He watched Heechul stand, and was on the verge of saying something…anything to clear this odd fluttering sensation of nerves and excitement, hesitation and curiosity out of his chest. He opened his mouth, but Heechul beat him to it
Glancing around the kitchen and hallway to make sure no one was watching, Heechul leaned in close, pressing his mouth to Hankyung’s ear.
“Yes it happened. If you want it to again, leave your door open tonight.” Heechul whispered quietly, and then he was sauntering away out of the kitchen, leaving Hankyung gaping at the far wall in shock. He had no idea what it meant, or whether or not he was putting his feet on the path of insanity, but he knew with absolute certainty that he was going to leave his bedroom door open that night.
Fin
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Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Alcohol use, sexual situations
Genre: One shot, 1st time, bit of a PWP
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior. This fic is for enjoyment only
Summary: Hankyung and Heechul get stoopid drunk one night, and things gets real, really fast
Author's Note: Pure smut! HanChul smut! It's been done before and I don't care because I love them and it's fun and I needed some damn smut. :D
Hankyung blinked in the dim light, his brain buzzing happily from the alcohol as he tried to focus on the man across from him. He opened up his mouth to try and talk, but what came out was a garbled mess of words that Hankyung was pretty sure was unintelligible.
Heechul began to laugh at this, and because he was drunk as well, what he said in return was nothing but a bunch of noises that refused to connect as words in Hankyung’s addled brain. He knew his Korean got 10 times worse when he was drunk, and it seemed to him that all they were doing now was babbling and laughing.
“Your Korean is horrible!” Heechul cackled, but even his words were slurred.
“What?” Hankyung laughed, leaning in closer. “Sayitagain.” He said, the words coming out awkwardly. Heechul continued to laugh, a high pitched giggle that would rival Leeteuk’s in hilarity. Hankyung giggled too, even though somewhere in the back of his head he knew he had no idea whatsoever what he was laughing at. However, he lacked the ability to figure it out.
“Say ‘I want to blow bubbles in the springtime!’.” Heechul cackled, making the ‘kekeke’ sound he was so famous for. His arms were flopping over the side of the bed and his eyes were bright with alcohol induced glee. Hankyung closed his eyes and concentrated, trying desperately to force his tongue to say the right Korean words, but his brain merely laughed at him and spit them out in drunken Chinese. Heechul roared with laughter and collided with him on the bed, accidentally smacking Hankyung in the face with his hand.
“Yeeowch!” Hankyung cried, covering his nose, trying to rub it as it smarted painfully. “You hit me!”
“Awwwww.” Heechul rolled over again, a huge, loopy grin on his face. “Is the mighty martial artist too drunk to block me?” Heechul snickered.
Hankyung wheezed and grunted as Heechul rolled on top of him, all bony elbows and knees, cackling like a madman. “I WON!” he crowed, even though they hadn’t been playing any game. The heel of Heechul’s hand pressed hard into Hankyung’s chest as he tried to push himself up to look at him through slightly glazed eyes. Hankyung felt the air leave his lungs due to the pressure and he hacked and coughed, sucking in air as Heechul’s weight re-distributed itself on top of him. When Heechul had stopped moving and there was air in his lungs again, Hankyung tried once more to speak.
“I take you down in seconds could.” Hankyung grinned at him. “You drunk be more than I can.” He said the words, and once again the voice at the back of his head warned him that he hadn’t said that correctly. The voice must have been right, because Heechul literally howled with laughter, his nose burying itself into the crook of Hankyung’s neck as his body shook with hilarity.
“Hankyung I love you.” Heechul slurred into his ear, and Hankyung grinned. Heechul always let the things he’d never say when he was sober escape when he was drunk.
“I love you too.” Hankyung said, yawning. They’d been drinking for nearly three solid hours, and he knew he was going to pay a terrible price in the morning when they had schedules, but tonight, he wanted to forget it all and get shitfaced. He had succeeded quite well, and now Heechul was merely lying face down on top of him, breathing heavily on Hankyung’s neck. Almost a full minute passed in contented silence as they lay there on his bed.
“Chul-ah?” Hankyung finally asked, wondering if his friend had passed out on top of him. “You ‘wake?”
“Mm.” Heechul mumbled. “You smell good.”
“Thanks?” Hankyung chuckled.
Heechul responded by burying his nose further into Hankyung’s neck. But Hankyung was ticklish, and he began to squirm, laughing and pulling his arms up to lock around Heechul’s slim waist. “What are you doing?”
“I’m eating Chinese.” Heechul giggled, and then he bit Hankyung’s neck, nipping the skin with his teeth. Hankyung gasped as his brain registered both a sharp pain and then shock, then even more shock mingled with something dark that slid hotly down his spine to pool in the pit of his stomach.
“Unnhhh…” Hankyung managed to get out, because suddenly Heechul felt really heavy on him, and all the warning signs were there that his body was about to betray him. That would be awkward and embarrassing, drunk or no. “Chul maybe--” He slurred, but Heechul interrupted.
“Mm. Tasty.” He observed, licking the side of Hankyung’s neck with his tongue. Hankyung’s mouth fell open and his brain escaped through the opening and gleefully flew away, leaving him quite speechless.
“Ffgghngh.” Hankyung managed to make his vocal chords do something.
“Okay I KNOW that wasn’t Mandarin.” Heechul pulled his mouth from Hankyung’s neck and looked down at him. Hankyung blinked, his vision clouding for a second as he struggled to form words.
Heechul looked both angelic and wicked above him, and that was not something that one usually thought about their best friend. The alcohol began to sing a delighted song inside his veins and he made another strangled noise as Heechul leaned in closer. “Did I break your brain or something?” He asked, that trademark smirk on his face.
Hankyung swallowed, reached up a hand to slap himself across the face. Heechul continued to grin, but Hankyung’s brain had decided to give up.
“Chul…we think….shouldn’t too much……maybe we….”
“Shut up, Hankyung.” Heechul said, and then he was rolling off Hankyung, and air seemed to re-fill his lungs. He groaned at the loss of pressure (and a healthy dose of disappointment) and was about to retort that Heechul shouldn’t tell him what to do when he felt Heechul’s warm, slender fingers slip under the hem of his tank top. His mouth fell open and his eyes crossed and rolled back. This was quickly followed by his mouth falling open in a soundless O. He gasped as Heechul’s thumb traced his bellybutton, then hissed in a breath as the sensation rolled over him, lighting tiny fires all over his skin.
“Fuhhh….sh….shit….” Hankyung moaned as Heechul’s fingers kept moving lower rather than away.
That voice in the back of his head was now hollering that he should stop him, that this was madness, that being drunk was one thing but this was something else entirely. But the voice was drowned out in the wave of hot, forbidden bliss as Heechul’s fingers slid easily between his skin and his pajama bottoms.
Hankyung shuddered as he felt Heechul’s hand graze over him and slowly close over his already half-erect cock. He sucked in air and his back arched on pure instinct. It only took two seconds for him to feel himself swell as Heechul’s fingers began to move.
Hankyung made another strangled sort of sound at how good that felt, and he heard Heechul hum in satisfaction. Purely on instinct, Hankyung’s hand came up to press over Heechul’s, laying on top of the fabric, moving with his fingers. It felt amazing. His mind was hazing out into a smear of white as it rippled along his skin. When he felt Heechul’s tongue lick wetly close to his mouth, he groaned and gasped at the goosebumps that erupted all over his body. He hadn’t felt anything this good in so long, it was as if his body was operating on its own. His knees lifted of their own accord and then parted shamelessly to give Heechul more room.
And then Heechul’s mouth was on his neck again, hot and wet and deliciously erotic. His tongue was doing things that Hankyung barely had time to register before Heechul’s fingers found the most sensitive spot just underneath the head of his cock. Hankyung practically choked on a yell and he bit his lip hard to stop it. All that came out was a strained whimper instead.
Heechul hummed again in triumph and amusement and then he was kissing Hankyung, and fuck if he didn’t taste amazing. Hankyung dropped off the side of reason and went straight to crazy. He didn’t care that this was his best friend…and a guy….all he cared about was that Heechul didn’t stop because holy shit this felt so good he felt like he could happily die this way.
Heechul was a hell of a good kisser. Even through the alcohol fog and the persistent stroking of Heechul’s fingers over him, Hankyung managed to gather enough brain to kiss him back. Heechul’s mouth was hot and wet, sinful and perfectly delicious. Hankyung groaned again as Heechul’s teeth grazed over his lips and then away. Hankyung tried to pull him back but Heechul moved away maddeningly and began to lick a path down his neck to his chest. Hankyung whined again helplessly.
Fire was spreading through him and he gripped the sheets with one hand. He could hear himself making noises that normally would have made him blush scarlet red, but his brain had gone, and all that was left was the sensation of Heechul’s hand and tongue.
Heechul’s fingers began to move faster and to press a little harder over him. Hankyung’s gasps sped up to match it, and a wild, wicked lust flooded his veins. He moved his hand up without even realizing it and fisted his fingers into Heechul’s hair. When he heard Heechul moan in response, it was as if that one noise was the key to the door that burst open inside him, the last of his reserve washed away in the sensations.
I love this…..fuck I love this don’t ever let it stop…
He tightened his grip on the fabric of the thin pajamas, over Heechul’s hand. Heechul paused, just the tips of his fingers pressing and pushing until Hankyung’s back arched and he shouted his release, coming hard enough to make the world smear into brilliant colors.
He lay there gasping from the aftershocks, and shuddered at the increased sensitivity when Heechul’s hand withdrew from his pants and slid back up Hankyung’s chest. For a few seconds Hankyung could hear the sinfully erotic sound of Heechul licking Hankyung’s come off his fingers. Hankyung groaned as the sound sent another scissor of heat along his spine.
He felt Heechul scoot closer then roll over, the back of his head coming to rest on the pillow next to Hankyung’s. Hankyung could only lie there bonelessly, brainlessly while his body returned with shock fighting with the warm afterglow of a fantastic orgasm.
Beside him, he felt Heechul’s shoulder moving, and heard the unmistakable sounds of skin on skin. He could hear Heechul’s breath hitching as he stroked himself and those sounds were making his skin tingle. Hankyung opened his eyes and looked over at his friend. Heechul’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth as his hand moved swiftly. The sight and sounds Heechul was making were way hotter than they should be. He watched as Heechul’s spine curved gracefully, his mouth open and gasping, and then he came too, his come spattering the blanket as he moaned blissfully. He sank back into the mattress and purred like a contented cat.
Seconds ticked by as Hankyung tried to process what had just happened through the alcohol. Heechul turned to face him, and for the first time there was a look of uncertainty there. “Are you okay?” He asked, turning to face Hankyung.
“I……..” Hankyung began, but the Korean words failed him. “Wow.” He said the only word that came to him. Heechul grinned a little and put his head on the pillow, kicked the soiled blanket off the bed and threw one arm over Hankyung’s chest.
“Don’t think. Just shut up and go to sleep.” He commanded, and Hankyung closed his eyes, glad to be given an order he could so easily obey. He felt Heechul’s knee come to rest over his leg and his feet tangled with Hankyung’s under the sheet. He closed his eyes and was asleep within minutes.
~~
Hankyung stood under the water in the shower, the hot water cascading over him, helping clear his mind. He’d woken up this morning with an enormous headache and his stomach growling. And then he’d opened his eyes and seen Heechul’s head on his shoulder, fast asleep.
The memories had begun to creep in, past the hangover, past the headache. Memories of Heechul kissing him, and his fingers curved sinfully over his cock, and feeling himself come so hard he’d practically blacked out.
He had gotten up out of his bed with supreme effort not to wake Heechul. He had managed it somehow, and crept off to the bathroom to take a shower. Ryeowook had greeted him in the hallway, all smiles and “Good morning hyung!”. Hankyung had felt like he was some kind of pervert and had made a dash for the bathroom. Ryeowook had merely come to the door and asked if he wanted some coffee to help with the hangover. Hankyung had groaned out a yes and turned on the water as hot as it would go.
He stood there, the scalding water doing wonders to clear his mind. As he woke up and began to realize the reality of the situation, he wondered what on earth he was going to do now.
Heechul gave me a hand job. And I let him. And it felt so good oh fuck am I gay?!
Hankyung pressed his forehead against the tiles and sighed. He knew he was going to have to face Heechul very soon, and had no idea how Heechul was going to act now. Then the thought occurred to him that Heechul might be kinda pissed off at being left alone in bed without a word. Didn’t girls usually get mad when you left them asleep in bed?
Hankyung rubbed his face and turned the water onto cold, instantly making himself jump and hiss at the change in temperature. It finished clearing out the cobwebs and confusion in his brain, and he shut the water off. He stepped out, wrapped a towel around himself and took a look at his foggy reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Maybe he won’t remember.” He said to himself. And then he remembered who he was talking about, and an embarrassed flush lit his cheeks. “I am so screwed.”
Hankyung took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. His door was still closed, so he opened it gingerly, peeking inside to see if Heechul was still asleep, or if he was sitting there waiting for Hankyung to get back so he could berate him for leaving him alone.
But Heechul wasn’t there.
Surprised, Hankyung looked around in alarm, but his room was very empty, which meant that he had woken up when Hankyung was in the shower. But what did it mean that he was gone? Was Heechul regretting what had happened? Had he gone back to his own room?
Confused and a tiny bit worried, Hankyung dried off and pulled on jeans and a tshirt, and padded out into the kitchen to see about getting some breakfast and to nonchalantly see if Heechul was there. He rounded the corner and sure enough, Heechul was sitting at the kitchen table, his mouth full of cereal. His eyes met Hankyung’s for a brief second, and then he went back to eating his breakfast like nothing was wrong.
“Hyung are you hungry?” Ryeowook asked, appearing out of thin air next to him. Hankyung swallowed and nodded, and Ryeowook beamed at him. Hankyung slid into the chair opposite Heechul and looked at him, but Heechul seemed absorbed in his cereal and a magazine lying open on the table. Hankyung was about to open his mouth and say something when a bowl of cereal was set down in front of him. Hankyung thanked Ryeowook and smiled as the younger man wandered off, singing happily to himself.
Heechul did not look up from his magazine, and so Hankyung merely ate his cereal. They ate in silence for what seemed like a hundred years before Leeteuk appeared in the kitchen and shoved their schedules for the day in front of them and then ran off again. Heechul yawned and looked at Hankyung.
“Is the shower free do you think?” he asked. Hankyung nodded, and wondered if perhaps he HAD dreamed the whole thing like some crazy-hot fantasy. Heechul stood and set the bowl of milk on the floor, where Heebum immediately attacked it with gusto. He watched Heechul stand, and was on the verge of saying something…anything to clear this odd fluttering sensation of nerves and excitement, hesitation and curiosity out of his chest. He opened his mouth, but Heechul beat him to it
Glancing around the kitchen and hallway to make sure no one was watching, Heechul leaned in close, pressing his mouth to Hankyung’s ear.
“Yes it happened. If you want it to again, leave your door open tonight.” Heechul whispered quietly, and then he was sauntering away out of the kitchen, leaving Hankyung gaping at the far wall in shock. He had no idea what it meant, or whether or not he was putting his feet on the path of insanity, but he knew with absolute certainty that he was going to leave his bedroom door open that night.
Fin
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