fic: Musical Beds (Beast, ot6)
Title: Musical Beds
Length: one-shot
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: R
Genre: humor, sexual themes
Pairing/Characters: OT6
Warnings: RPS, sexual themes
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: Just some randomness that came to me on the ferry today. No redeeming value whatsoever. Only the vaguest of plots.
Summary: In the Beast household, you never know who you'll find in your bed.
~*~*~
Being asked to do guest raps was an honor. It established his identity separate from the band and gave him the kind of connections some of his other band mates could only dream of.
It also paid well.
That didn’t mean that Junhyung wasn’t a little aggravated when it stole away what little free time he had and forced him to return home long after his bandmates had gone to bed.
He glowered at the two lumps in his bunk.
The entire band had a bad habit of falling into whichever bed was most convenient when they were too pre-occupied with each other to pay attention, which was Junhyng’s more often than not if he wasn’t there to push the interlopers back out again.
It was aggravating.
He never stole anyone else’s bed when he was horny.
Glancing at the empty beds, he considered them for a moment before shaking his head and turning to the others instead.
It was cold and he’d spent the last two days away from his band dealing with unfamiliar people. He didn’t feel like sleeping alone.
One of Yoseob’s brightly socked feet was sticking over the edge of Doojoon’s bed, making the decision fairly easy.
He crawled into Gikwang’s bed, shushing the sleepy murmuring as he got settled.
Gikwang quieted back down and curled up against his side.
~*~*~
Junhyung woke to teeth grazing his stomach while a hand slipped past the waistband of his pajamas.
“Good morning,” Gikwang whispered against his abs.
“Hmm,” Junhyung hummed in agreement as he stretched. His hips rolled lazily as his cock woke up too and took notice.
Gikwang laughed softly before pushing the soft cotton out of his way and nuzzling the exposed skin.
There were definitely advantages to crawling into Gikwang’s bed at night. His early morning blow jobs were the best way to wake up.
~*~*~
“Hey, stop using my bed for sex,” Junhyung grumbled through a bite of cereal once Hyunseung finally graced the breakfast table with his presence.
The pretty faced dancer wrinkled his nose and sighed. He poked at the breakfast offerings spread over the table before getting up to dig out his own super sugary cereal. “We didn’t do it on purpose. And you slept with Gikwang anyways, so what does it matter?”
“Maybe I wanted to sleep alone.” Completely untrue, but Hyunseung certainly hadn’t known that when he’d tumbled Dongwoon in the wrong bed.
Yoseob scoffed as he stole Doojoon’s toast. “There were three empty beds last night. If you wanted to sleep alone, it wouldn’t have been hard. Hyunseung’s bed is even on the bottom, so you wouldn’t have had to climb up.”
“Hyunseung’s bed is uncomfortable and it smells like that weird shampoo he uses.”
When Hyunseung returned to the table, he straddled Junhyung’s lap. “Funny, I don’t remember you complaining about my bed on Friday night.”
Junhyung’s hands settled on Hyunseung’s waist instinctively. “You were in it on Friday. Made up for the other stuff.” He turned his face away when the other would have kissed him. “You haven’t brushed your teeth yet.”
“Hmph,” Hyunseung snorted and got back up to move around the table to his own chair but paused when Yoseob pulled him down for a kiss.
“I don’t mind your morning breath.”
Doojoon laughed and stole what was left of his toast back. “That’s because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet either.” Then he brandished a fork when Yoseob made to kiss him, too. “I did brush mine, thanks.”
Rolling his eyes at Yoseob’s pout, Junhyung shook his head. “Anyways. Stop. I mean… I can understand it when it’s someone from the top bunks,” who wanted to risk injuring themselves climbing a ladder when they were trying to get laid, after all? - “but you already have a bottom bunk.”
“Dongwoon doesn’t.”
“But you do.”
Hyunseung gave a put upon sigh and waved his spoon. “Fine. I’ll try to pay more attention next time.”
“Thank you. And wash the sheets. You guys made a mess.”
He ignored the muttered nag.
~*~*~
Junhyung’s bed remained blissfully free of foreign bodies that he hadn’t invited there himself for an entire week before he returned home late one night after a visit with his parents to find Yoseob and Dongwoon curled up in it.
He sighed and made a face, knowing he couldn’t really complain about it after what he’d said before.
Gikwang was in Hyunseung’s bed this time with his own bunk open and Junhyung contemplated the empty bed for a moment before sighing and glancing up at the ruff of hair he could see over the railing of Doojoon’s bunk.
If he made the effort to crawl up there when there was an empty bunk below - that wasn’t Hyunseung’s even - he’d never heard the end of it. With another sigh, he crawled into Gikwang’s bed.
An hour later he rolled over onto his back for the dozenth time and tucked a hand under his head.
Another ten minutes and he’d decided that putting up with the teasing would be worth actually getting some sleep.
~*~*~
The next time it was Dongwoon and Doojoon, but Hyunseung looked so lonely in his own bunk that Junhyung didn’t even think twice before crawling in with him.
~*~*~
Yoseob settled back against Junhyung with a contented sound as they watched the rest of their band mates kick a soccer ball around during their break. Dongwoon was woefully outclassed in any kind of sports, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in determination. It was always amusing to watch - especially once everyone got overheated and shirts started coming off.
“So…”
Junhyung made a questioning noise when Yoseob paused too long. “What?”
“Is there a reason why you can’t sleep alone in any bed but your own?” There was no teasing or scolding in Yoseob’s voice, just genuine curiosity.
Which was the only reason Junhyung didn’t completely blow him off. He sighed and buried a hand in Yoseob’s hair, petting absently as he considered the question. “I don’t know. I just… can’t.”
“Hmm…” Yoseob’s head tilted back against Junhyung’s hand and he purred softly, obviously enjoying the attention. “Okay.” Then he tilted his head back further so that he could look up at the older man with a grin. “Good thing the rest of us like cuddling, huh?”
“Oh shut up,” Junhyung groused, pushing at Yoseob’s head playfully, careful not to actually hurt him.
Yoseob’s grin grew more blindingly bright. “Don’t worry, hyung, we won’t tell the rest of the world that our resident bad ass is just a big old marshmallow centered cuddler~”
“You’re such a brat.”
“Cuddly, snuggly teddy bear~”
“Why you-”
Before it could devolve any further, a half naked, completely sweaty body tumbled over on top of them and Dongwoon was beside himself apologizing as he tried to scramble back up until Yoseob pulled him into a searing kiss completely uncaring of the fact that Junhyung was still half under and behind him. Given the way he was pushing backwards, Junhyung figured he probably liked it that way.
~*~*~
“Do you think we’re weird, hyung?”
“Hmm?” Junhyung blinked sleepy eyes at Dongwoon, wondering why the younger wasn’t passed out. He’d certainly done his best to wear him out….
Dongwoon waved a hand in a circular gesture.
It took Junhyung a moment to realize Dongwoon meant the band. “No weirder than anyone else.”
He was about to doze off when Dongwoon spoke again. “So you think… that all bands end up together like this?”
“Probably.” Xing never had, but Junhyung wanted Dongwoon to go to sleep, not ask questions about his past. “And if they don’t, who cares? We’re Beast, not some other band.”
He felt Dongwoon’s smile against his collar bone. “True.”
They were six guys who’d been dealt some of the harshest rejections in the business and had kept their heads up and kept moving forward, working harder and longer, each determined to prove everyone else wrong. Whatever they found in each other was no one else’s business but their own.
As far as Junhyung was concerned, they’d earned it.
~*~*~
Fin
Length: one-shot
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: R
Genre: humor, sexual themes
Pairing/Characters: OT6
Warnings: RPS, sexual themes
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: Just some randomness that came to me on the ferry today. No redeeming value whatsoever. Only the vaguest of plots.
Summary: In the Beast household, you never know who you'll find in your bed.
~*~*~
Being asked to do guest raps was an honor. It established his identity separate from the band and gave him the kind of connections some of his other band mates could only dream of.
It also paid well.
That didn’t mean that Junhyung wasn’t a little aggravated when it stole away what little free time he had and forced him to return home long after his bandmates had gone to bed.
He glowered at the two lumps in his bunk.
The entire band had a bad habit of falling into whichever bed was most convenient when they were too pre-occupied with each other to pay attention, which was Junhyng’s more often than not if he wasn’t there to push the interlopers back out again.
It was aggravating.
He never stole anyone else’s bed when he was horny.
Glancing at the empty beds, he considered them for a moment before shaking his head and turning to the others instead.
It was cold and he’d spent the last two days away from his band dealing with unfamiliar people. He didn’t feel like sleeping alone.
One of Yoseob’s brightly socked feet was sticking over the edge of Doojoon’s bed, making the decision fairly easy.
He crawled into Gikwang’s bed, shushing the sleepy murmuring as he got settled.
Gikwang quieted back down and curled up against his side.
~*~*~
Junhyung woke to teeth grazing his stomach while a hand slipped past the waistband of his pajamas.
“Good morning,” Gikwang whispered against his abs.
“Hmm,” Junhyung hummed in agreement as he stretched. His hips rolled lazily as his cock woke up too and took notice.
Gikwang laughed softly before pushing the soft cotton out of his way and nuzzling the exposed skin.
There were definitely advantages to crawling into Gikwang’s bed at night. His early morning blow jobs were the best way to wake up.
~*~*~
“Hey, stop using my bed for sex,” Junhyung grumbled through a bite of cereal once Hyunseung finally graced the breakfast table with his presence.
The pretty faced dancer wrinkled his nose and sighed. He poked at the breakfast offerings spread over the table before getting up to dig out his own super sugary cereal. “We didn’t do it on purpose. And you slept with Gikwang anyways, so what does it matter?”
“Maybe I wanted to sleep alone.” Completely untrue, but Hyunseung certainly hadn’t known that when he’d tumbled Dongwoon in the wrong bed.
Yoseob scoffed as he stole Doojoon’s toast. “There were three empty beds last night. If you wanted to sleep alone, it wouldn’t have been hard. Hyunseung’s bed is even on the bottom, so you wouldn’t have had to climb up.”
“Hyunseung’s bed is uncomfortable and it smells like that weird shampoo he uses.”
When Hyunseung returned to the table, he straddled Junhyung’s lap. “Funny, I don’t remember you complaining about my bed on Friday night.”
Junhyung’s hands settled on Hyunseung’s waist instinctively. “You were in it on Friday. Made up for the other stuff.” He turned his face away when the other would have kissed him. “You haven’t brushed your teeth yet.”
“Hmph,” Hyunseung snorted and got back up to move around the table to his own chair but paused when Yoseob pulled him down for a kiss.
“I don’t mind your morning breath.”
Doojoon laughed and stole what was left of his toast back. “That’s because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet either.” Then he brandished a fork when Yoseob made to kiss him, too. “I did brush mine, thanks.”
Rolling his eyes at Yoseob’s pout, Junhyung shook his head. “Anyways. Stop. I mean… I can understand it when it’s someone from the top bunks,” who wanted to risk injuring themselves climbing a ladder when they were trying to get laid, after all? - “but you already have a bottom bunk.”
“Dongwoon doesn’t.”
“But you do.”
Hyunseung gave a put upon sigh and waved his spoon. “Fine. I’ll try to pay more attention next time.”
“Thank you. And wash the sheets. You guys made a mess.”
He ignored the muttered nag.
~*~*~
Junhyung’s bed remained blissfully free of foreign bodies that he hadn’t invited there himself for an entire week before he returned home late one night after a visit with his parents to find Yoseob and Dongwoon curled up in it.
He sighed and made a face, knowing he couldn’t really complain about it after what he’d said before.
Gikwang was in Hyunseung’s bed this time with his own bunk open and Junhyung contemplated the empty bed for a moment before sighing and glancing up at the ruff of hair he could see over the railing of Doojoon’s bunk.
If he made the effort to crawl up there when there was an empty bunk below - that wasn’t Hyunseung’s even - he’d never heard the end of it. With another sigh, he crawled into Gikwang’s bed.
An hour later he rolled over onto his back for the dozenth time and tucked a hand under his head.
Another ten minutes and he’d decided that putting up with the teasing would be worth actually getting some sleep.
~*~*~
The next time it was Dongwoon and Doojoon, but Hyunseung looked so lonely in his own bunk that Junhyung didn’t even think twice before crawling in with him.
~*~*~
Yoseob settled back against Junhyung with a contented sound as they watched the rest of their band mates kick a soccer ball around during their break. Dongwoon was woefully outclassed in any kind of sports, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in determination. It was always amusing to watch - especially once everyone got overheated and shirts started coming off.
“So…”
Junhyung made a questioning noise when Yoseob paused too long. “What?”
“Is there a reason why you can’t sleep alone in any bed but your own?” There was no teasing or scolding in Yoseob’s voice, just genuine curiosity.
Which was the only reason Junhyung didn’t completely blow him off. He sighed and buried a hand in Yoseob’s hair, petting absently as he considered the question. “I don’t know. I just… can’t.”
“Hmm…” Yoseob’s head tilted back against Junhyung’s hand and he purred softly, obviously enjoying the attention. “Okay.” Then he tilted his head back further so that he could look up at the older man with a grin. “Good thing the rest of us like cuddling, huh?”
“Oh shut up,” Junhyung groused, pushing at Yoseob’s head playfully, careful not to actually hurt him.
Yoseob’s grin grew more blindingly bright. “Don’t worry, hyung, we won’t tell the rest of the world that our resident bad ass is just a big old marshmallow centered cuddler~”
“You’re such a brat.”
“Cuddly, snuggly teddy bear~”
“Why you-”
Before it could devolve any further, a half naked, completely sweaty body tumbled over on top of them and Dongwoon was beside himself apologizing as he tried to scramble back up until Yoseob pulled him into a searing kiss completely uncaring of the fact that Junhyung was still half under and behind him. Given the way he was pushing backwards, Junhyung figured he probably liked it that way.
~*~*~
“Do you think we’re weird, hyung?”
“Hmm?” Junhyung blinked sleepy eyes at Dongwoon, wondering why the younger wasn’t passed out. He’d certainly done his best to wear him out….
Dongwoon waved a hand in a circular gesture.
It took Junhyung a moment to realize Dongwoon meant the band. “No weirder than anyone else.”
He was about to doze off when Dongwoon spoke again. “So you think… that all bands end up together like this?”
“Probably.” Xing never had, but Junhyung wanted Dongwoon to go to sleep, not ask questions about his past. “And if they don’t, who cares? We’re Beast, not some other band.”
He felt Dongwoon’s smile against his collar bone. “True.”
They were six guys who’d been dealt some of the harshest rejections in the business and had kept their heads up and kept moving forward, working harder and longer, each determined to prove everyone else wrong. Whatever they found in each other was no one else’s business but their own.
As far as Junhyung was concerned, they’d earned it.
~*~*~
Fin