since i don't text dirty
Title: The Couple that Texts Together....
Pairing: Joon/Cheondoong
Rating: PG-13
A/N: inspired by a text message conversation with a friend.
Joon's phone vibrated against his thigh as he stood in the dressing room. Jihoon slouched in one of the leather stylist chairs, texting madly to one of his many aquaintances, friends, or lovers. Cocking one hip against a counter scattered with make-up, crumple tissues, and other acroutements of television “magic”, Joon slid his phone from his pocket and glanced at the message.
What 'cha wearing? ;) -your thunderstorm
Feeling his lips curl upwards, he settled more comfortable against the counter.
White tank, black pants -puppy
Tight pants? ::waggles eyebrows:: -your thunderstorm
Of course. So tight I'm having to go commando. -puppy
Ooooo. Hope you aren't asked to do a split again. - your thunderstom
...on second thought, I'd like to see that footage. Kekekeke - your thunderstorm
Perv. -puppy
One of the assistants knocked and stuck her head around the door. “Time.” Jihoon heaved himself up and slid his phone into a pocket. Joon followed suit and trailed him out the door and through the various corridors to the studio. Just before they got to the door, he felt his phone vibrate again.
Your perv, Joonie. Always. Good luck on the show. I'll be thinking of you. Naked. -your thunderstorm
“Joon, you might want to think of your mom or cold showers or something.” Jihoon's voice broke into Joon's dazed thoughts.
“Huh? What? Why?”
Jihoon glanced down. Joon glanced down too. And blushed to the roots of his hair. Damn Cheondoong and his pervy texts. Damn him. He was going to be pay when Joon got home. A smile spread across Joon's face and Jihoon sighed.
“Seriously. Focus.” A smack to the back of the head made Joon yelp and withered his hard-on. Still, plans for Cheondoong's imminent future percolated in the back of his mind as he answered questions and laughed for the cameras.
Pairing: Joon/Cheondoong
Rating: PG-13
A/N: inspired by a text message conversation with a friend.
Joon's phone vibrated against his thigh as he stood in the dressing room. Jihoon slouched in one of the leather stylist chairs, texting madly to one of his many aquaintances, friends, or lovers. Cocking one hip against a counter scattered with make-up, crumple tissues, and other acroutements of television “magic”, Joon slid his phone from his pocket and glanced at the message.
What 'cha wearing? ;) -your thunderstorm
Feeling his lips curl upwards, he settled more comfortable against the counter.
White tank, black pants -puppy
Tight pants? ::waggles eyebrows:: -your thunderstorm
Of course. So tight I'm having to go commando. -puppy
Ooooo. Hope you aren't asked to do a split again. - your thunderstom
...on second thought, I'd like to see that footage. Kekekeke - your thunderstorm
Perv. -puppy
One of the assistants knocked and stuck her head around the door. “Time.” Jihoon heaved himself up and slid his phone into a pocket. Joon followed suit and trailed him out the door and through the various corridors to the studio. Just before they got to the door, he felt his phone vibrate again.
Your perv, Joonie. Always. Good luck on the show. I'll be thinking of you. Naked. -your thunderstorm
“Joon, you might want to think of your mom or cold showers or something.” Jihoon's voice broke into Joon's dazed thoughts.
“Huh? What? Why?”
Jihoon glanced down. Joon glanced down too. And blushed to the roots of his hair. Damn Cheondoong and his pervy texts. Damn him. He was going to be pay when Joon got home. A smile spread across Joon's face and Jihoon sighed.
“Seriously. Focus.” A smack to the back of the head made Joon yelp and withered his hard-on. Still, plans for Cheondoong's imminent future percolated in the back of his mind as he answered questions and laughed for the cameras.