Of Broken Lesson Plans...
Title: Of Broken Lesson Plans...
Pairing: Henry/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4306 words.
Summary: Part ten in the series that contains Higher Learning, Detention, Class Reunion, Locker Room, Anatomy 101, Home Economics, Ph.D. in Perversion, The Psychology of Love, Love Lessons Pt. 1, and Love Lessons Pt. 2. Henry slips back into Kyuhyun's life and changes a few things around.
This was written for darleenk. It wasn't until chatting with her that I realized Henry and Kyuhyun are quite the tasty couple.
Kyuhyun fidgeted in the spot where he stood in the baggage claim of the airport, crossing one ankle over the other as he leaned back against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest before lifting his hand, pushing his sunglasses up higher on the bridge of his nose before adjusting the brim of his hat, pulling it down a bit lower. It wasn’t as though he really needed to go out in disguise anymore, the general public had more or less forgotten about most of them in the five years that the group had been disbanded. Kyuhyun was nervous though, and was paranoid enough to think he might actually bump into someone at the airport he knew and get questioned about why he was there.
Everyone within his circle of friends was well aware that Sungmin and Kyuhyun had a relatively open relationship. It worked for them and their friends accepted it (and enjoyed it too). The most important rule in their relationship was to keep no secrets, but there was one secret Kyuhyun had been keeping for quite some time. He’d almost forgotten about his secret there for a while, until it phoned him up and asked if he’d be willing to pick him up at the airport. Kyuhyun knew he should’ve said no, but words of agreement slipped past his lips before he even had a chance to stop them. He was still scolding himself even now for saying yes, even as he waited for the man to arrive in baggage claim to pick up his luggage. It’d been four years since he’d seen him last, and two since they’d last spoke. Kyuhyun had seen him on television plenty though, so he didn’t need to see his face in the baggage claim, only the back of his head and the brownish hair sticking up to know it was him.
His heart began to thump in his chest then, the butterflies beginning to swirl about in his stomach. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed him until he saw him up close and in person again. The last time he’d seen him face to face they’d had a fight which ended with both men saying things to each other they knew they didn’t mean. They were both equally stubborn though, giving each other a two year long silent treatment until Kyuhyun thought the silence was going to consume him. He’d called the man then, rather surprised that he’d actually answered the phone. They’d both apologized then, and talked long into the night; sharing memories and all that had been going on. They had promised to keep in touch, just like always, but they were both busy and never seemed to have the time, not until now.
Henry’d lost his baby fat long ago; he’d lost his pudgy cheeks. Henry Lau was sex on legs, as far as Kyuhyun (and tens of thousands of fans) was concerned. While most of Super Junior had gone on to lead relatively normal lives, the somewhat shy Chinese boy had gone on to take the world by storm. His skills with the violin were selling out concerts fast enough to rival any rock band, and his fans were just as loyal (and just as rabid). He was suave and smooth and sexy, and could play the fans heartstrings just as well as he could play the strings of his violin. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to wonder just how many women (and men) Henry had wooed with his music alone before he’d even opened his mouth, because Henry was just that damn good. Henry had nearly succeeded in wooing Kyuhyun right out from under Sungmin four years ago too, but Sungmin had been none the wiser. Kyuhyun hadn’t wanted to upset him or cause him to worry either, so he hadn’t spoken a word of it. He hadn’t told Sungmin that he was going to the airport either, and though he’d felt guilty at first, seeing Henry again after all these years had made him forget his guilt in an instant.
Henry paused for a moment after grabbing his bag, looking around the crowded baggage claim before he spotted his friend. He headed on over then, wheeling his black suitcase along behind him until he was standing directly in front of Kyuhyun with barely three inches of space separating them. The butterflies were floating about in Kyuhyun’s stomach so chaotically it almost made him queasy, but he still managed to offer his best smile as he let his arms uncross, hands dropping down to slip into his pockets.
“Hey…” Henry reached up to carefully take hold of Kyuhyun’s sunglasses, pulling them slowly away from the other’s face.
“Hey? That’s all I get? I come all this way, and I don’t even get a kiss? I don’t bite Kyuhyun, you know that.” Without giving Kyuhyun a chance to respond Henry took hold of the front of Kyuhyun’s shirt, tugging him forward to close the distance between them as he tilted his head up to mesh his lips with Kyuhyun’s in a kiss that was most likely far too passionate for a place as public as the airport. Henry didn’t seem to mind though, and Kyuhyun knew Henry well enough to know he didn’t actually need to bite in order to sink his teeth in. Kyuhyun found himself tilting his head to the side slightly to fit his lips that much more snugly with Henry’s, hands lifting from his pockets to rest upon the Chinese man’s waist.
It was starting all over again, he could feel it. Kyuhyun was too foolish to realize it and push Henry away, or he’d missed Henry much more than he’d been willing to admit. Henry embodied everything about Kyuhyun’s past that he missed though. He still had the fans, the glory. He toured and slept in a different hotel nearly every night, drove fast cars and lived his life in the fast lane. But Kyuhyun? He lived the same thing over and over again nearly every single day, taught the same thing in the same classroom and the same time every year. The only thing that ever changed was his student’s faces. He missed the life he use to have, and he’d be lying I he said he never thought of what might happened if he had done things differently. Henry’s lips leaving his finally snapped him out of his thoughts, a slight flush creeping over his cheeks. Henry grinned though, lifting his hand just enough to hook Kyuhyun’s sunglasses onto the front of his shirt.
“That’s better, much better. You ready to go?” Henry was off before Kyuhyun even nodded, leaving Kyu to grab the handle to his luggage and wheel it out. The ride in Kyuhyun’s car to Henry’s hotel was relatively quiet and uneventful, though the way Henry kept one hand on Kyuhyun’s knee, fingertips slipping just past the ending of his shorts to caress over Kyu’s skin was making it a little difficult for Kyuhyun to keep his eyes on the road. He knew exactly what Henry was wanting too, and that was why he found himself hesitating to get out of the car once they arrived at the hotel. Henry turned to look at Kyuhyun with those chocolate eyes of his, blinking slowly before his lips parted to allow him to speak.
“Could you help me with my bag? I’ve been lugging that thing around all day and my arms are so tired.” Henry knew as well as Kyuhyun did that he wouldn’t say no, so it was no surprise to see Kyuhyun nod silently before slipping out of the car. He retrieved Henry’s suitcase from the trunk and headed with the violinist into the fancy hotel where he had a room reserved. Kyuhyun could remember when they all use to stay in hotels like this, the kind that offered just about every service imaginable, so long as it was legal. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t afford such things now, he could if he wanted to, but money was a bit tighter than it use to be and he preferred to save as much as he could. He remained silent as Henry checked in, and followed the Chinese man up to his room in a rather obedient fashion, wheeling the suitcase right along behind him.
Henry opened the door up and then stepped aside, letting Kyuhyun step in first before following after him, closing the door and locking it afterwards. He slipped his shoes off, and his jacket followed after that, draping it over a piece of furniture as he stepped on into the room. He moved to the kitchenette area then, grabbing the bottle of wine that had been left, along with two glasses. Kyuhyun noticed at the last moment, and it made him wonder if Henry had been planning this in advance. He must’ve had an odd look on his face as he eyed Henry and the wine, as Henry arched a brow when he looked to him, laughing softly.
“What? Did you forget I’m old enough to drink? I thought we should celebrate, and I don’t like champagne much.” He moved to sit on the sofa then, setting the glasses on the coffee table before he went about uncorking the wine.
“What are we celebrating?”
“Seeing each other again. I could come up with a whole list of stuff if you want to wait…” He sat the cork aside once he had the bottle open, pouring them both a glass of the dark red liquid. Kyuhyun hesitated a moment, but as always he gave in, moving to sit next to Henry on the sofa. One glass wouldn’t hurt, right? He’d still be able to drive himself home after one glass, and they could use the time it took to drink it catching up on everything that’d happened in the past four years. One glass turned into two, two into four, and somewhere along the lines Henry had called to have room service bring up another bottle. They’d chatted like normal friends at first, but as their bodies heated up from the alcohol, so did their conversation. They’d gone from swapping stories about lovers both past and present to thinking back over the times they’d been together. Without even realizing it Kyuhyun had scooted himself closer and closer to Henry, and by the time he actually became aware of their positions Kyuhyun was lying on the sofa with his head resting in his lap, Henry’s fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp lightly. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware he should be going home and not lying on Henry like this, but he was also well aware he’d drank far too much to make it home safely, and that was all the encouragement he needed to remain in the hotel room.
The hand in his hair felt so good he let his eyes fall shut, quite content to relax on the sofa with Henry like this. He felt Henry’s other hand move to rest upon his chest, he was vaguely aware that the buttons of his shirt were being undone, but his body was so warm from the alcohol that the cool air was a welcome change. A soft moan slipped from Kyuhyun’s lips as he felt a hand smooth over his chest once his shirt was opened, his body arching into Henry’s touch without any need for further encouragement. It made Henry grin, the hand in Kyuhyun’s hair moving to give his head a bit of a gentle nudge.
“Hey… sit up for a minute.” Kyuhyun opened his eyes slowly, peering upside down at Henry as the Chinese man grinned down at him. He did as he was asked though, pulling himself up and into a sitting position as Henry tugged on his shoulders in order to get him to turn around. No sooner than he’d been positioned to face Henry, he found himself being laid back once more, his head on the opposite end of the sofa from where it’d been earlier. This time though Henry shifted as well, slipping himself in between Kyuhyun’s legs to settle himself down on top of him. Fingertips came up once more, brushing a bit of unruly hair away from Kyuhyun’s face before letting his own drop down, meshing his lips with Kyuhyun’s once more.
Henry’s kisses were something that Kyuhyun found to be so horribly addictive. Though Sungmin’s lips were full and soft just like Henry’s, Sungmin’s kisses were rarely slow and gentle and sweet. Sungmin was always so ready and raring to go that his kisses were strong and passionate and demanding, and while Kyuhyun liked those kinds of kisses, by the time Henry was done with a kiss Kyuhyun was left weak kneed and with his head spinning, and this was no exception. By the time Henry’s lips lifted from his, Kyuhyun’s cheeks were flushed with heat. Henry let his eyes meet Kyuhyun’s then, a soft smile playing upon his lips as he began to play with Kyuhyun’s hair once more.
“I’ve waited four years for that… you have no idea how hard it’s been.” Kyuhyun was well aware he should’ve been telling Henry no… he could’ve taken a taxi home if he really wanted to. Instead he lifted his own hand to let fingers rest upon the back of Henry’s head, pulling it down for another slow and tender kiss that lead into another and then another, until Kyuhyun was left absolutely breathless. Henry’s lips left his then, trailing slowly down over Kyuhyun’s jaw, then down over his neck. He kissed gently over the skin of his collar bone before giving it a light nibble, causing Kyuhyun’s eyes to flutter shut once more.
Henry shifted just enough to let a hand slip between their bodies, his palm smoothing slowly down over Kyuhyun’s abdomen before his fingertips slipped right into the other man’s pants, palming his arousal slowly. He brought his lips back to Kyuhyun’s then, swallowing the moan that slipped out. Kyuhyun’s own hands smoothed over Henry’s shoulders and down over his sides, grabbing onto the material of Henry’s shirt in order to pull it up and off, tossing it aside, nearly knocking over one of the wine glasses in the process.
“You’ve gotten so much more gorgeous over time, you know that?” Henry grinned as he spoke, stealing a quick kiss from Kyuhyun’s lips before lowering his head to press a kiss to Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and then one to his chest, all while he kept his hand moving within Kyuhyun’s pants. “Muscles in all the right places… you’d be such a lady killer if you weren’t a teacher… How boring Kyuhyun.”
“I don’t think it’s boring…” Henry laughed softly, nipping playfully at one of Kyuhyun’s nipples, causing a louder moan to slip from his lips.
“Really? You’re content to stay at home and grade papers every evening when you could be out and about, traveling the world with me? You have no idea what Paris looks like from the top of the Eifel Tower, do you? But I could show you. Or maybe play a song for you on my violin while we ride in a gondola at sunset in Venice. Now tell me if grading papers still doesn’t sound boring to you.”
Kyuhyun was left absolutely speechless with Henry’s words, lips remaining parted as he stared at the other man. He had to admit that all of that sounded quite lovely, and far more interesting than grading papers, teaching the same lessons day in and day out. He was remembering now just how close he’d come to running off with Henry four years ago, and was beginning to realize now running off might not have been such a bad idea.
Henry pulled himself away from Kyuhyun and sat back, both hands moving to unbuckle the man’s pants before drawing his zipper down. “What’s that line from that song you use to sing all the time?” He grinned, tugging Kyuhyun’s pants off, then his boxers. “Something… I can show you the world? You use to want to see it all, Kyuhyun. I can show it to you, take you any where you want to go. We can perform together again.” Henry went about slipping out of his own pants and underwear then before settling himself back between Kyuhyun’s legs. There was something about feeling Henry’s body pressed against his own skin to skin that made Kyuhyun’s skin flush with heat, another moan slipping between his lips when he felt Henry pressing one finger, then another into him. Henry swallowed the moans with passionate kisses, letting his tongue slip out to swirl slowly with Kyuhyun’s. That combined with the kisses was more than enough to cause Kyuhyun to begin to writhe beneath Henry, his own arousal rubbing against the smooth skin of Henry’s abdomen with each forward rocking motion of his hips as he pressed himself more fully against Henry’s fingers.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to wake up next to you, Kyuhyun. To see your face as the sun rises in a new city each day, to spend each night tangled in your arms as the sun sets. That’s the way it should be, Kyuhyun. You have so much talent but you’re just wasting away here. What happened to the dreams you use to have? All the things you wanted to do with your life.” Henry’s words were caressing Kyuhyun’s brain in the same fashion that his body was being caressed by Henry’s fingers, and the longer it went on the more desperate Kyuhyun became for it. Kyuhyun knew that there had to be more to life than staring at the same four classroom walls each day, but apparently he had to hear it from someone else before it really sunk into his brain.
Henry withdrew his fingers, smirking slightly at the sound of protest that left Kyuhyun before he began pressing his own arousal into him. Kyuhyun’s body arched as he was stretched like that, both hands lifting to allow fingers to curl into the soft material of the sofa cushion beneath his head. He’d forgotten just how good Henry felt inside of him, and he scolded himself for forgetting the feel of something so delightful. How he could’ve forgotten was beyond him, as he wouldn’t have been so tempted to run off with Henry in the first place if the sex had been awful.
Henry pressed himself into Kyuhyun fully before beginning to rock his hips slowly, grinding their bodies together as he leaned down to press yet another kiss to Kyuhyun’s lips, nipping at his lower lip before giving it a gentle tug. “Keep your hands there, don’t touch.” Another kiss was pressed to Kyuhyun’s cheek then before Henry caught the lobe of his ear between his teeth to give it a bit of a nibble. It already felt so good, what with Henry rocking within him like that and his own arousal sandwiched in between their bodies that Kyuhyun couldn’t even imagine wanting to disobey Henry, let alone actually doing it. He kept his fingers curled into the cushion, even as his body began to rock along with Henry’s movements.
“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy this, getting to feel my body against yours any time you liked. You know I know how to make you feel good, Kyuhyun.” Henry knew he wasn’t exaggerating, either. Kyuhyun had a good relationship with Sungmin, yes, their sex was great, but Kyuhyun was always in the role of the dominant one. Henry knew him well enough to know that wasn’t always what Kyuhyun wanted though. Sometimes the former magnae wanted to be the one being taken care of instead.
Henry leaned back just a bit, changing the angle of his thrusts just enough to allow him to press and rub against Kyuhyun’s prostate almost constantly with the new position. Kyuhyun almost let go of the cushion then, simply to grab onto Henry, but he managed to keep his hands firmly in place.
“He…Henry… I’m gonna…”
“Let it happen, don’t hold back.” Henry leaned down once more to press their bodies more tightly together as he began to thrust into Kyuhyun at a more rapid pace. He heard Kyuhyun cry out then, felt his walls clench around him as he came. Feeling Kyuhyun’s body squeeze his so tightly was more than Henry could handle, and he buried himself deeply within Kyuhyun as he came. Only then did Kyuhyun let go of the cushion beneath him, wrapping his arms around Henry instead, holding the Chinese man close. Henry shifted just enough to lie against Kyuhyun’s side, half on him and half on the sofa, wrapping an arm about Kyu’s torso and draping a leg over Kyuhyun’s thighs. He let his head rest on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck.
“You know I can’t stay long, Kyuhyun. Come with me this time, please? I want to be with you, you know that. You’ve always known that. And you deserve so much more than what you have here. You still have so much talent left, but it’s all going to waste. Your voice is like velvet, yet you’re not even teaching choir. Come with me, perform with me again. Just… be with me.” Kyuhyun sighed softly, lifting a hand up to let his fingers run through Henry’s hair, smoothing it away from his face. He couldn’t just up and leave, but at the same time the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he couldn’t stay there a day longer.
It was nearing noon on Monday when an employee at Sungmin’s gym came to get him, saying that there was an important phone call waiting for him. He headed into his office and waited for the call to be put through before picking it up.
“Hello?”
“Sungmin? It’s Hangeng. I’m sorry to bother you at work, but I was just wondering if you’d seen Kyuhyun. He didn’t come to work today, he didn’t even call in. I tried calling your place, but no one answered.”
Sungmin’s brows furrowed, a look of worry washing over his face. “He was fine this morning, I saw him getting dressed. Do you think he had an accident?”
“I don’t know, I’ve tried to call his cell phone too but he shut it off.”
“That doesn’t sound like something he’d do… I’m going to go home and see if he’s there, alright? Maybe he got sick after I left. I’ll call you back, okay?” Sungmin hung up with Hangeng then, throwing on his jacket and grabbing his keys before he headed out the door. He was rather puzzled to see Kyuhyun’s car sitting in the driveway when he pulled up to the house, though it made him feel a little better to know he hadn’t been involved in an accident on the way to work. The house was silent when he stepped in though, no television on, no radio, nothing to show any signs that Kyuhyun might still be there.
“Kyuhyun? Honey? Hangeng called and said you didn’t go to work today, are you alright?” Sungmin checked the living room, the den where the computers were, then the kitchen, but there was still no sign of Kyuhyun. He checked the bathroom where he’d seen Kyuhyun last, but it too was empty. He went to their bedroom next, but it was vacant as well. He was about to turn and leave when he saw a piece of folded paper laying atop the pillow on the side of the bed where he usually slept. He frowned and stepped over to the bed, picking up the piece of paper that had his name written on it in what was obviously Kyuhyun’s handwriting, opening it up to read what Kyu had written on the inside.
“Dear Sungmin, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to say goodbye to you this morning like I should have. I know it would have been the proper thing to do, to sit down and talk and explain things to you, but I am nothing more than a coward in that respect. I couldn’t do it. I know you deserve much more than the explanation I am giving you, but this is all I have the courage to offer. I cannot stay here any longer, I cannot remain in the rut that I have gotten myself into. Please don’t think this has anything to do with you, because it doesn’t. You’ve given me nothing but happy memories, but I simply cannot stay. I cannot stay with you, with that job, I cannot stay in that life and pretend that I’m something that I’m not. There are still so many things that I want to see and do, and I cannot pretend any longer that it’s okay to let my life pass me by. I’m sorry to do this to you, but I couldn’t stay any longer. I wish you all the best for the rest of your life. Take care of yourself, please. One day I’m sure you’ll find someone better, someone who won’t up and leave when old memories come back to greet them once again.”
Sungmin bit his lip, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes as he lowered himself down to sit on the edge of the bed that he shared with Kyuhyun, shoulders slumped as he stared down at his feet.
“…Why couldn’t you take me with you? I don’t want to stay here if it’s not with you.” He let his head hang, wiping at his face one more before he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone to call Hangeng, just as he promised.
A/N: Before anyone gets all butthurt, this is not the end. :-P But now that Siwon and Hangeng have patched things up I needed another source of angst. Also, should any of you want to chat, fangirl, feed me naughty ideas, or just fuss at me for making Sungmin cry, my AIM is KawaiiKyoKun and MSN is bria_daniels@hotmail.com
Pairing: Henry/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4306 words.
Summary: Part ten in the series that contains Higher Learning, Detention, Class Reunion, Locker Room, Anatomy 101, Home Economics, Ph.D. in Perversion, The Psychology of Love, Love Lessons Pt. 1, and Love Lessons Pt. 2. Henry slips back into Kyuhyun's life and changes a few things around.
This was written for darleenk. It wasn't until chatting with her that I realized Henry and Kyuhyun are quite the tasty couple.
Kyuhyun fidgeted in the spot where he stood in the baggage claim of the airport, crossing one ankle over the other as he leaned back against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest before lifting his hand, pushing his sunglasses up higher on the bridge of his nose before adjusting the brim of his hat, pulling it down a bit lower. It wasn’t as though he really needed to go out in disguise anymore, the general public had more or less forgotten about most of them in the five years that the group had been disbanded. Kyuhyun was nervous though, and was paranoid enough to think he might actually bump into someone at the airport he knew and get questioned about why he was there.
Everyone within his circle of friends was well aware that Sungmin and Kyuhyun had a relatively open relationship. It worked for them and their friends accepted it (and enjoyed it too). The most important rule in their relationship was to keep no secrets, but there was one secret Kyuhyun had been keeping for quite some time. He’d almost forgotten about his secret there for a while, until it phoned him up and asked if he’d be willing to pick him up at the airport. Kyuhyun knew he should’ve said no, but words of agreement slipped past his lips before he even had a chance to stop them. He was still scolding himself even now for saying yes, even as he waited for the man to arrive in baggage claim to pick up his luggage. It’d been four years since he’d seen him last, and two since they’d last spoke. Kyuhyun had seen him on television plenty though, so he didn’t need to see his face in the baggage claim, only the back of his head and the brownish hair sticking up to know it was him.
His heart began to thump in his chest then, the butterflies beginning to swirl about in his stomach. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed him until he saw him up close and in person again. The last time he’d seen him face to face they’d had a fight which ended with both men saying things to each other they knew they didn’t mean. They were both equally stubborn though, giving each other a two year long silent treatment until Kyuhyun thought the silence was going to consume him. He’d called the man then, rather surprised that he’d actually answered the phone. They’d both apologized then, and talked long into the night; sharing memories and all that had been going on. They had promised to keep in touch, just like always, but they were both busy and never seemed to have the time, not until now.
Henry’d lost his baby fat long ago; he’d lost his pudgy cheeks. Henry Lau was sex on legs, as far as Kyuhyun (and tens of thousands of fans) was concerned. While most of Super Junior had gone on to lead relatively normal lives, the somewhat shy Chinese boy had gone on to take the world by storm. His skills with the violin were selling out concerts fast enough to rival any rock band, and his fans were just as loyal (and just as rabid). He was suave and smooth and sexy, and could play the fans heartstrings just as well as he could play the strings of his violin. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but to wonder just how many women (and men) Henry had wooed with his music alone before he’d even opened his mouth, because Henry was just that damn good. Henry had nearly succeeded in wooing Kyuhyun right out from under Sungmin four years ago too, but Sungmin had been none the wiser. Kyuhyun hadn’t wanted to upset him or cause him to worry either, so he hadn’t spoken a word of it. He hadn’t told Sungmin that he was going to the airport either, and though he’d felt guilty at first, seeing Henry again after all these years had made him forget his guilt in an instant.
Henry paused for a moment after grabbing his bag, looking around the crowded baggage claim before he spotted his friend. He headed on over then, wheeling his black suitcase along behind him until he was standing directly in front of Kyuhyun with barely three inches of space separating them. The butterflies were floating about in Kyuhyun’s stomach so chaotically it almost made him queasy, but he still managed to offer his best smile as he let his arms uncross, hands dropping down to slip into his pockets.
“Hey…” Henry reached up to carefully take hold of Kyuhyun’s sunglasses, pulling them slowly away from the other’s face.
“Hey? That’s all I get? I come all this way, and I don’t even get a kiss? I don’t bite Kyuhyun, you know that.” Without giving Kyuhyun a chance to respond Henry took hold of the front of Kyuhyun’s shirt, tugging him forward to close the distance between them as he tilted his head up to mesh his lips with Kyuhyun’s in a kiss that was most likely far too passionate for a place as public as the airport. Henry didn’t seem to mind though, and Kyuhyun knew Henry well enough to know he didn’t actually need to bite in order to sink his teeth in. Kyuhyun found himself tilting his head to the side slightly to fit his lips that much more snugly with Henry’s, hands lifting from his pockets to rest upon the Chinese man’s waist.
It was starting all over again, he could feel it. Kyuhyun was too foolish to realize it and push Henry away, or he’d missed Henry much more than he’d been willing to admit. Henry embodied everything about Kyuhyun’s past that he missed though. He still had the fans, the glory. He toured and slept in a different hotel nearly every night, drove fast cars and lived his life in the fast lane. But Kyuhyun? He lived the same thing over and over again nearly every single day, taught the same thing in the same classroom and the same time every year. The only thing that ever changed was his student’s faces. He missed the life he use to have, and he’d be lying I he said he never thought of what might happened if he had done things differently. Henry’s lips leaving his finally snapped him out of his thoughts, a slight flush creeping over his cheeks. Henry grinned though, lifting his hand just enough to hook Kyuhyun’s sunglasses onto the front of his shirt.
“That’s better, much better. You ready to go?” Henry was off before Kyuhyun even nodded, leaving Kyu to grab the handle to his luggage and wheel it out. The ride in Kyuhyun’s car to Henry’s hotel was relatively quiet and uneventful, though the way Henry kept one hand on Kyuhyun’s knee, fingertips slipping just past the ending of his shorts to caress over Kyu’s skin was making it a little difficult for Kyuhyun to keep his eyes on the road. He knew exactly what Henry was wanting too, and that was why he found himself hesitating to get out of the car once they arrived at the hotel. Henry turned to look at Kyuhyun with those chocolate eyes of his, blinking slowly before his lips parted to allow him to speak.
“Could you help me with my bag? I’ve been lugging that thing around all day and my arms are so tired.” Henry knew as well as Kyuhyun did that he wouldn’t say no, so it was no surprise to see Kyuhyun nod silently before slipping out of the car. He retrieved Henry’s suitcase from the trunk and headed with the violinist into the fancy hotel where he had a room reserved. Kyuhyun could remember when they all use to stay in hotels like this, the kind that offered just about every service imaginable, so long as it was legal. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t afford such things now, he could if he wanted to, but money was a bit tighter than it use to be and he preferred to save as much as he could. He remained silent as Henry checked in, and followed the Chinese man up to his room in a rather obedient fashion, wheeling the suitcase right along behind him.
Henry opened the door up and then stepped aside, letting Kyuhyun step in first before following after him, closing the door and locking it afterwards. He slipped his shoes off, and his jacket followed after that, draping it over a piece of furniture as he stepped on into the room. He moved to the kitchenette area then, grabbing the bottle of wine that had been left, along with two glasses. Kyuhyun noticed at the last moment, and it made him wonder if Henry had been planning this in advance. He must’ve had an odd look on his face as he eyed Henry and the wine, as Henry arched a brow when he looked to him, laughing softly.
“What? Did you forget I’m old enough to drink? I thought we should celebrate, and I don’t like champagne much.” He moved to sit on the sofa then, setting the glasses on the coffee table before he went about uncorking the wine.
“What are we celebrating?”
“Seeing each other again. I could come up with a whole list of stuff if you want to wait…” He sat the cork aside once he had the bottle open, pouring them both a glass of the dark red liquid. Kyuhyun hesitated a moment, but as always he gave in, moving to sit next to Henry on the sofa. One glass wouldn’t hurt, right? He’d still be able to drive himself home after one glass, and they could use the time it took to drink it catching up on everything that’d happened in the past four years. One glass turned into two, two into four, and somewhere along the lines Henry had called to have room service bring up another bottle. They’d chatted like normal friends at first, but as their bodies heated up from the alcohol, so did their conversation. They’d gone from swapping stories about lovers both past and present to thinking back over the times they’d been together. Without even realizing it Kyuhyun had scooted himself closer and closer to Henry, and by the time he actually became aware of their positions Kyuhyun was lying on the sofa with his head resting in his lap, Henry’s fingers running through his hair, massaging his scalp lightly. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware he should be going home and not lying on Henry like this, but he was also well aware he’d drank far too much to make it home safely, and that was all the encouragement he needed to remain in the hotel room.
The hand in his hair felt so good he let his eyes fall shut, quite content to relax on the sofa with Henry like this. He felt Henry’s other hand move to rest upon his chest, he was vaguely aware that the buttons of his shirt were being undone, but his body was so warm from the alcohol that the cool air was a welcome change. A soft moan slipped from Kyuhyun’s lips as he felt a hand smooth over his chest once his shirt was opened, his body arching into Henry’s touch without any need for further encouragement. It made Henry grin, the hand in Kyuhyun’s hair moving to give his head a bit of a gentle nudge.
“Hey… sit up for a minute.” Kyuhyun opened his eyes slowly, peering upside down at Henry as the Chinese man grinned down at him. He did as he was asked though, pulling himself up and into a sitting position as Henry tugged on his shoulders in order to get him to turn around. No sooner than he’d been positioned to face Henry, he found himself being laid back once more, his head on the opposite end of the sofa from where it’d been earlier. This time though Henry shifted as well, slipping himself in between Kyuhyun’s legs to settle himself down on top of him. Fingertips came up once more, brushing a bit of unruly hair away from Kyuhyun’s face before letting his own drop down, meshing his lips with Kyuhyun’s once more.
Henry’s kisses were something that Kyuhyun found to be so horribly addictive. Though Sungmin’s lips were full and soft just like Henry’s, Sungmin’s kisses were rarely slow and gentle and sweet. Sungmin was always so ready and raring to go that his kisses were strong and passionate and demanding, and while Kyuhyun liked those kinds of kisses, by the time Henry was done with a kiss Kyuhyun was left weak kneed and with his head spinning, and this was no exception. By the time Henry’s lips lifted from his, Kyuhyun’s cheeks were flushed with heat. Henry let his eyes meet Kyuhyun’s then, a soft smile playing upon his lips as he began to play with Kyuhyun’s hair once more.
“I’ve waited four years for that… you have no idea how hard it’s been.” Kyuhyun was well aware he should’ve been telling Henry no… he could’ve taken a taxi home if he really wanted to. Instead he lifted his own hand to let fingers rest upon the back of Henry’s head, pulling it down for another slow and tender kiss that lead into another and then another, until Kyuhyun was left absolutely breathless. Henry’s lips left his then, trailing slowly down over Kyuhyun’s jaw, then down over his neck. He kissed gently over the skin of his collar bone before giving it a light nibble, causing Kyuhyun’s eyes to flutter shut once more.
Henry shifted just enough to let a hand slip between their bodies, his palm smoothing slowly down over Kyuhyun’s abdomen before his fingertips slipped right into the other man’s pants, palming his arousal slowly. He brought his lips back to Kyuhyun’s then, swallowing the moan that slipped out. Kyuhyun’s own hands smoothed over Henry’s shoulders and down over his sides, grabbing onto the material of Henry’s shirt in order to pull it up and off, tossing it aside, nearly knocking over one of the wine glasses in the process.
“You’ve gotten so much more gorgeous over time, you know that?” Henry grinned as he spoke, stealing a quick kiss from Kyuhyun’s lips before lowering his head to press a kiss to Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and then one to his chest, all while he kept his hand moving within Kyuhyun’s pants. “Muscles in all the right places… you’d be such a lady killer if you weren’t a teacher… How boring Kyuhyun.”
“I don’t think it’s boring…” Henry laughed softly, nipping playfully at one of Kyuhyun’s nipples, causing a louder moan to slip from his lips.
“Really? You’re content to stay at home and grade papers every evening when you could be out and about, traveling the world with me? You have no idea what Paris looks like from the top of the Eifel Tower, do you? But I could show you. Or maybe play a song for you on my violin while we ride in a gondola at sunset in Venice. Now tell me if grading papers still doesn’t sound boring to you.”
Kyuhyun was left absolutely speechless with Henry’s words, lips remaining parted as he stared at the other man. He had to admit that all of that sounded quite lovely, and far more interesting than grading papers, teaching the same lessons day in and day out. He was remembering now just how close he’d come to running off with Henry four years ago, and was beginning to realize now running off might not have been such a bad idea.
Henry pulled himself away from Kyuhyun and sat back, both hands moving to unbuckle the man’s pants before drawing his zipper down. “What’s that line from that song you use to sing all the time?” He grinned, tugging Kyuhyun’s pants off, then his boxers. “Something… I can show you the world? You use to want to see it all, Kyuhyun. I can show it to you, take you any where you want to go. We can perform together again.” Henry went about slipping out of his own pants and underwear then before settling himself back between Kyuhyun’s legs. There was something about feeling Henry’s body pressed against his own skin to skin that made Kyuhyun’s skin flush with heat, another moan slipping between his lips when he felt Henry pressing one finger, then another into him. Henry swallowed the moans with passionate kisses, letting his tongue slip out to swirl slowly with Kyuhyun’s. That combined with the kisses was more than enough to cause Kyuhyun to begin to writhe beneath Henry, his own arousal rubbing against the smooth skin of Henry’s abdomen with each forward rocking motion of his hips as he pressed himself more fully against Henry’s fingers.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to wake up next to you, Kyuhyun. To see your face as the sun rises in a new city each day, to spend each night tangled in your arms as the sun sets. That’s the way it should be, Kyuhyun. You have so much talent but you’re just wasting away here. What happened to the dreams you use to have? All the things you wanted to do with your life.” Henry’s words were caressing Kyuhyun’s brain in the same fashion that his body was being caressed by Henry’s fingers, and the longer it went on the more desperate Kyuhyun became for it. Kyuhyun knew that there had to be more to life than staring at the same four classroom walls each day, but apparently he had to hear it from someone else before it really sunk into his brain.
Henry withdrew his fingers, smirking slightly at the sound of protest that left Kyuhyun before he began pressing his own arousal into him. Kyuhyun’s body arched as he was stretched like that, both hands lifting to allow fingers to curl into the soft material of the sofa cushion beneath his head. He’d forgotten just how good Henry felt inside of him, and he scolded himself for forgetting the feel of something so delightful. How he could’ve forgotten was beyond him, as he wouldn’t have been so tempted to run off with Henry in the first place if the sex had been awful.
Henry pressed himself into Kyuhyun fully before beginning to rock his hips slowly, grinding their bodies together as he leaned down to press yet another kiss to Kyuhyun’s lips, nipping at his lower lip before giving it a gentle tug. “Keep your hands there, don’t touch.” Another kiss was pressed to Kyuhyun’s cheek then before Henry caught the lobe of his ear between his teeth to give it a bit of a nibble. It already felt so good, what with Henry rocking within him like that and his own arousal sandwiched in between their bodies that Kyuhyun couldn’t even imagine wanting to disobey Henry, let alone actually doing it. He kept his fingers curled into the cushion, even as his body began to rock along with Henry’s movements.
“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy this, getting to feel my body against yours any time you liked. You know I know how to make you feel good, Kyuhyun.” Henry knew he wasn’t exaggerating, either. Kyuhyun had a good relationship with Sungmin, yes, their sex was great, but Kyuhyun was always in the role of the dominant one. Henry knew him well enough to know that wasn’t always what Kyuhyun wanted though. Sometimes the former magnae wanted to be the one being taken care of instead.
Henry leaned back just a bit, changing the angle of his thrusts just enough to allow him to press and rub against Kyuhyun’s prostate almost constantly with the new position. Kyuhyun almost let go of the cushion then, simply to grab onto Henry, but he managed to keep his hands firmly in place.
“He…Henry… I’m gonna…”
“Let it happen, don’t hold back.” Henry leaned down once more to press their bodies more tightly together as he began to thrust into Kyuhyun at a more rapid pace. He heard Kyuhyun cry out then, felt his walls clench around him as he came. Feeling Kyuhyun’s body squeeze his so tightly was more than Henry could handle, and he buried himself deeply within Kyuhyun as he came. Only then did Kyuhyun let go of the cushion beneath him, wrapping his arms around Henry instead, holding the Chinese man close. Henry shifted just enough to lie against Kyuhyun’s side, half on him and half on the sofa, wrapping an arm about Kyu’s torso and draping a leg over Kyuhyun’s thighs. He let his head rest on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck.
“You know I can’t stay long, Kyuhyun. Come with me this time, please? I want to be with you, you know that. You’ve always known that. And you deserve so much more than what you have here. You still have so much talent left, but it’s all going to waste. Your voice is like velvet, yet you’re not even teaching choir. Come with me, perform with me again. Just… be with me.” Kyuhyun sighed softly, lifting a hand up to let his fingers run through Henry’s hair, smoothing it away from his face. He couldn’t just up and leave, but at the same time the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he couldn’t stay there a day longer.
It was nearing noon on Monday when an employee at Sungmin’s gym came to get him, saying that there was an important phone call waiting for him. He headed into his office and waited for the call to be put through before picking it up.
“Hello?”
“Sungmin? It’s Hangeng. I’m sorry to bother you at work, but I was just wondering if you’d seen Kyuhyun. He didn’t come to work today, he didn’t even call in. I tried calling your place, but no one answered.”
Sungmin’s brows furrowed, a look of worry washing over his face. “He was fine this morning, I saw him getting dressed. Do you think he had an accident?”
“I don’t know, I’ve tried to call his cell phone too but he shut it off.”
“That doesn’t sound like something he’d do… I’m going to go home and see if he’s there, alright? Maybe he got sick after I left. I’ll call you back, okay?” Sungmin hung up with Hangeng then, throwing on his jacket and grabbing his keys before he headed out the door. He was rather puzzled to see Kyuhyun’s car sitting in the driveway when he pulled up to the house, though it made him feel a little better to know he hadn’t been involved in an accident on the way to work. The house was silent when he stepped in though, no television on, no radio, nothing to show any signs that Kyuhyun might still be there.
“Kyuhyun? Honey? Hangeng called and said you didn’t go to work today, are you alright?” Sungmin checked the living room, the den where the computers were, then the kitchen, but there was still no sign of Kyuhyun. He checked the bathroom where he’d seen Kyuhyun last, but it too was empty. He went to their bedroom next, but it was vacant as well. He was about to turn and leave when he saw a piece of folded paper laying atop the pillow on the side of the bed where he usually slept. He frowned and stepped over to the bed, picking up the piece of paper that had his name written on it in what was obviously Kyuhyun’s handwriting, opening it up to read what Kyu had written on the inside.
“Dear Sungmin, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to say goodbye to you this morning like I should have. I know it would have been the proper thing to do, to sit down and talk and explain things to you, but I am nothing more than a coward in that respect. I couldn’t do it. I know you deserve much more than the explanation I am giving you, but this is all I have the courage to offer. I cannot stay here any longer, I cannot remain in the rut that I have gotten myself into. Please don’t think this has anything to do with you, because it doesn’t. You’ve given me nothing but happy memories, but I simply cannot stay. I cannot stay with you, with that job, I cannot stay in that life and pretend that I’m something that I’m not. There are still so many things that I want to see and do, and I cannot pretend any longer that it’s okay to let my life pass me by. I’m sorry to do this to you, but I couldn’t stay any longer. I wish you all the best for the rest of your life. Take care of yourself, please. One day I’m sure you’ll find someone better, someone who won’t up and leave when old memories come back to greet them once again.”
Sungmin bit his lip, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes as he lowered himself down to sit on the edge of the bed that he shared with Kyuhyun, shoulders slumped as he stared down at his feet.
“…Why couldn’t you take me with you? I don’t want to stay here if it’s not with you.” He let his head hang, wiping at his face one more before he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone to call Hangeng, just as he promised.
A/N: Before anyone gets all butthurt, this is not the end. :-P But now that Siwon and Hangeng have patched things up I needed another source of angst. Also, should any of you want to chat, fangirl, feed me naughty ideas, or just fuss at me for making Sungmin cry, my AIM is KawaiiKyoKun and MSN is bria_daniels@hotmail.com