25 fics challenge
Prompt o2: drug
Pairing: Cheondong/G.O
Rating: R
Written for 25 fics challenge
He inhaled the sweat and musk scent on Cheondong's skin. Woozy from the scent, G.O. lapped at the crook of his neck, enjoyed the shiver up his spine. He continued to lick, alternating with bites just the wrong side of hard. The muskiness increased and so did the cloudy feeling in his head. He didn't want to stop smelling Cheondong's skin or stop tasting it.
Wrapping rough hands in the messy dark hair, G.O. held Cheondong's head still as he ravaged his neck and collarbones. His skin slowly caught fire as he plundered the other man's mouth and then bent to torment his nipples. Skin, sweat, shadows, and low moans -his or maybe Cheondong's - were his reality. Wild and hungry, he inhaled and licked and sucked until Cheondong came apart in his hands, came all over his belly.
Even that smelled like sinful heaven and G.O. lapped it up. He felt a hand grab his erection and squeeze, stroking him quickly to orgasm. Then he was on his back and that come-covered hand was against his lips forcing him to clean off his own come. He stared dazedly into clear brown eyes.
“Who are you?” He mumbled it around the fingers in his mouth.
“Cheondong.”
“What are you, then?” Everything felt far away from him, hazy and soft and hot.
Those beautiful eyes dominated his fading vision, flashing with something like heat lightening. “What do you think I am?”
“A drug.”
He drifted into nothingness on the words, “You wished to ride a storm. Your wish has been granted.”
Prompt o5: tears
Pairing: Cheondong/Seungho
Rating: PG
Warning: character death
“You bastard. Death is not allowed.” Cheondong pounded on Seungho's still chest. “How dare you leave me?”
Arms wrapped him from behind pulling him away from the body in the hospital bed. He fought like a mad thing, like a grieving thing. He thrashed and attempted to headbutt the person holding him. He connected only a glancing blow and identified Byunghee from the low and creative cussing. The arms didn't loosen and he kicked with the hopes of hitting a shin or a knee.
“Joonie, get your ass in here and help. He's gonna kill me.” Cheondong sucked in a breath and Byunghee said, “Sorry. So sorry. Poor word choice. Joonie, get in here now!”
Running in he nearly crashed into the struggling pair. He caught a foot to the shin and nearly had his eye blackened when Cheondong attempted to headbutt him. “Jesus. He's crazy.”
Ankles gripped firmly by Joon, he was carted unceremoniously from the hospital room. He screamed and struggled but the two older men continued the journey down the hospital corridor. Staff, maybe security, he didn't know for sure surrounded them. A pin prick in his arm and things went hazy before he knew nothing at all.
He woke in his bed. He recognized the ceiling tile, the feel of the pillow under his head, the scent of the sheets. Fear, sharp and tearing, coiled in his belly and he staggered from his bed to seek his hyung. The rock who could comfort him with his quiet contemplations, make him laugh with one well-place, perfectly timed comment. He looked in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and finally the bedroom. No Seungho but there were his sheets, his pillow, his scent.
The other three members watched his journey through the flat, knowing he didn't see them. Crowded in the doorway of the second bedroom, they watched him curl up in Seungho's comforter with the pillow cuddled close like a teddy bear. He snuffled into the fabric before tears began slipping down his cheeks. They glanced at one another before gingerly arranging themselves around Cheondong's curled body. He didn't sob, just continued to cry silently before sleeping into the exhausted sleep of the grieving and still tranquilized. Mir, Joon, and Byunghee simply draped arms over his body and followed him into sleep.
Pairing: Cheondong/G.O
Rating: R
Written for 25 fics challenge
He inhaled the sweat and musk scent on Cheondong's skin. Woozy from the scent, G.O. lapped at the crook of his neck, enjoyed the shiver up his spine. He continued to lick, alternating with bites just the wrong side of hard. The muskiness increased and so did the cloudy feeling in his head. He didn't want to stop smelling Cheondong's skin or stop tasting it.
Wrapping rough hands in the messy dark hair, G.O. held Cheondong's head still as he ravaged his neck and collarbones. His skin slowly caught fire as he plundered the other man's mouth and then bent to torment his nipples. Skin, sweat, shadows, and low moans -his or maybe Cheondong's - were his reality. Wild and hungry, he inhaled and licked and sucked until Cheondong came apart in his hands, came all over his belly.
Even that smelled like sinful heaven and G.O. lapped it up. He felt a hand grab his erection and squeeze, stroking him quickly to orgasm. Then he was on his back and that come-covered hand was against his lips forcing him to clean off his own come. He stared dazedly into clear brown eyes.
“Who are you?” He mumbled it around the fingers in his mouth.
“Cheondong.”
“What are you, then?” Everything felt far away from him, hazy and soft and hot.
Those beautiful eyes dominated his fading vision, flashing with something like heat lightening. “What do you think I am?”
“A drug.”
He drifted into nothingness on the words, “You wished to ride a storm. Your wish has been granted.”
Prompt o5: tears
Pairing: Cheondong/Seungho
Rating: PG
Warning: character death
“You bastard. Death is not allowed.” Cheondong pounded on Seungho's still chest. “How dare you leave me?”
Arms wrapped him from behind pulling him away from the body in the hospital bed. He fought like a mad thing, like a grieving thing. He thrashed and attempted to headbutt the person holding him. He connected only a glancing blow and identified Byunghee from the low and creative cussing. The arms didn't loosen and he kicked with the hopes of hitting a shin or a knee.
“Joonie, get your ass in here and help. He's gonna kill me.” Cheondong sucked in a breath and Byunghee said, “Sorry. So sorry. Poor word choice. Joonie, get in here now!”
Running in he nearly crashed into the struggling pair. He caught a foot to the shin and nearly had his eye blackened when Cheondong attempted to headbutt him. “Jesus. He's crazy.”
Ankles gripped firmly by Joon, he was carted unceremoniously from the hospital room. He screamed and struggled but the two older men continued the journey down the hospital corridor. Staff, maybe security, he didn't know for sure surrounded them. A pin prick in his arm and things went hazy before he knew nothing at all.
He woke in his bed. He recognized the ceiling tile, the feel of the pillow under his head, the scent of the sheets. Fear, sharp and tearing, coiled in his belly and he staggered from his bed to seek his hyung. The rock who could comfort him with his quiet contemplations, make him laugh with one well-place, perfectly timed comment. He looked in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and finally the bedroom. No Seungho but there were his sheets, his pillow, his scent.
The other three members watched his journey through the flat, knowing he didn't see them. Crowded in the doorway of the second bedroom, they watched him curl up in Seungho's comforter with the pillow cuddled close like a teddy bear. He snuffled into the fabric before tears began slipping down his cheeks. They glanced at one another before gingerly arranging themselves around Cheondong's curled body. He didn't sob, just continued to cry silently before sleeping into the exhausted sleep of the grieving and still tranquilized. Mir, Joon, and Byunghee simply draped arms over his body and followed him into sleep.