Love in an Elevator
ChangKyu oneshot
NC-17
Los Angeles was Changmin’s favorite place to be, if he had to choose a place in the United States that he actually appreciated. This particular trip had been more fun than most; a trip to the berry farm, the amusement park. He couldn’t remember the last time that he got to hang out with everyone for so long. Minus Kyuhyun, of course.
“Please, for the love of God, get as much time with him as possible. Your late night calls and drooling over your laptop with your hand in your pants is getting old.”
He cursed Yunho’s words in his head as he waited in the hotel bar downstairs, one leg swinging and one propped up on a low rung. He was already on his third glass waiting for Kyuhyun to finish getting ready after their performances, the bartender looking at him sadly as if he suspected Changmin was one of the lonely losers that would be there all night.
He pondered giving up, watching the silver hand of the watch-one that Kyuhyun had given him a few years ago that he secretly tried to wear whenever they were together. They were both busy and had lots of shit to do the next morning…
“Pabo!” The hand hitting his back sharply jolted him out of his thoughts and his head spun for a second from the fright as he turned and smiled.
“Took you long enough… ahjussi you’re paying for my drinks. This is my third one while I waited for you…” Changmin tried to play cool, oxygen suddenly failing him as Kyuhyun in his skin-tight pants and T-shirt sat down next to him. The other man beckoned the bartender over and asked for what Changmin had in the adorable half-decent English that Kyuhyun flitted out sometimes to impress people.
It usually worked.
By the fifth round of drinks Kyuhyun’s English got worse, quoting television shows and Star Wars lines by heart. Kyuhyun had the front end of his body over the bar counter asking the bartender if the man knew how famous they were in Korea, ass out in the air and barely able to keep his feet on the stool.
By the tenth round Changmin was shifting in his seat nervously, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing his hair out of his face, wondering when the bar decided to turn the heat on. Yunho’s words were still echoing in his head, but all he was hearing was the part about his hand being down his pants. He groaned and leaned his head on the counter to look at his crotch.
Yunho was always right.
He stumbled out of the chair and grabbed Kyuhyun’s hand, telling the bartender what room he was in for the bill before dragging the lanky singer out of the bar. The lobbies were empty minus a few stragglers coming in from the nightlife, the hotel not getting much traffic on a weeknight and the paparazzi clearing out once the sun set.
Changmin headed for the elevator, Kyuhyun giggling in the adorable way that he did when he had passed a certain point of intoxication. They waited for the elevator to come, Kyuhyun stood beside Changmin, shifting weight and bouncing slightly on his toes, stumbling a little and vision dropping to Changmin’s crotch unconsciously.
Changmin looked over as the elevator dinged, his eyes meeting Kyuhyun’s face just as the other lifted his gaze to give him a feral looking smirk.
The doors opened and Changmin tugged the other inside, hitting the button desperately before anyone could approach the doors to go up.
“Aigoo Changminnie~ looks like you-” Kyuhyun couldn’t even finish his sentence before Changmin’s mouth was crashing against his and Changmin’s hands were unzipping the jeans trying to tug them down. Kyuhyun let out a small noise of protest that was quickly silenced when he realized how serious Changmin was, the other dropping down to tug Kyuhyun’s leg out of one side of the pants before coming back up. Kyuhyun arched against the cold metal of the walls, music dinging along happily in the background as Changmin unzipped his jeans and freed his cock, moaning aloud at just the simple freedom.
Kyuhyun watched with dark eyes, whimpering and leaning on the bar around the elevator to lift his legs up around Changmin’s waist, barely having time to think about it. Changmin grabbed Kyuhyun’s thighs, fingers stroking the soft skin of the inner thigh as he pushed them apart and pressed his cock against the entrance he knew so well. Kyuhyun moaned loudly, thighs quivering under the touch that Changmin knew drove him insane, the soft skin of his thigh the part of him that always brought his downfall. He wasn’t even entirely sure when he got so hard, but he was too drunk to remember much of anything, the intoxication heightening at the smell of Changmin’s cologne, Changmin’s shampoo, the other’s face buried in Kyuhyun’s neck as he abused the skin with his teeth to distract Kyuhyun from the painful beginning.
They both knew that there was no waiting if they started this, Changmin pushing in hard and fast and not waiting for Kyuhyun to catch up before pounding into him waiting for the spark to ignite from Kyuhyun’s prostate and make it all feel better. Kyuhyun always screamed, from the pleasure as well as the pain, it was another thing about the other’s sinful mouth that Changmin couldn’t help but fall in love with each time. This time was no different, the other’s lithe body arching and writhing against the wall, heels digging into the back of Changmin’s thighs trying to get some sort of grounding. They would both pay for it later, Kyuhyun would be sore in the morning and Changmin would feel like hell despite how proud he would be of the marks claiming Kyuhyun as his.
Changmin worked his hands under the thin T-shirt to slide up Kyuhyun’s flat stomach, nails scraping lightly in desperation as his fingers climbed higher to pinch and twist lightly at the other’s nipples. He loved the reaction, Kyuhyun’s head rolling to the side and moans turning shamelessly louder with the onslaught of pleasure.
Their lips crashed together again, Changmin whispering that he was too hot and Kyuhyun gladly obliging to rip the button-down shirt open and return the favor, deft and sharp fingers toying and teasing along the lines of Changmin’s toned chest as he tightened around the other’s cock, already close from the excitement. Kyuhyun glanced up at the elevator panels, knowing they were nearing halfway up and knowing that it needed to go faster. He bucked his hips to meet Changmin’s impossibly hard and fast thrusting-Changmin always knew what he wanted. What he liked.
Changmin dropped a hand, hips not faltering in the quick thrusting as he wrapped the hand around Kyuhyun’s heavy cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. His tongue slipped past the other’s lips lapping desperately, their tongues battling for dominance as Kyuhyun melted and clenched and purred under him.
Changmin came first, suddenly, with the help of Kyuhyun’s fingers brushing over his neck and nipples just right. His head spun and the adrenaline quickly plummeted back down, collapsing against Kyuhyun in an intoxicated whirl.
“Baby…” Kyuhyun purred, tugging on Changmin’s hair and running his fingers through it as he still moved his hips against Changmin. “Baby my turn.” He continued to whine as Changmin stayed motionless panting for a minute, the elevator dangerously close to stopping. Changmin nodded and pulled out with a groan, tucking himself in and pulling his jeans back up. He dropped down and put Kyuhyun’s leg back in the jeans, tugging them up and mouth closing over the other’s cock from his spot kneeled on the floor. Kyuhyun moaned in approval and jerked hips into his mouth a few times, grabbing his hair and crying out in ecstasy when he did cum soon after. The elevator came to a stop and Kyuhyun quickly pulled his pants back up, zipping them as Changmin tried to smooth his hair.
The older American couple on the other side of the doors as they opened looked at them blankly, a faint flush on the woman’s cheeks as if she could smell the sex on them. They smiled innocently and Changmin wiped at his mouth, groaning as the smear of cum on his fingers as he pulled them away.
“They knew.” Kyuhyun giggled, stumbling down the hallway looking like a hot mess. Changmin smirked, knowing by how fast Kyuhyun was walking that this night was far from over.
“So will the neighbors.”
NC-17
Los Angeles was Changmin’s favorite place to be, if he had to choose a place in the United States that he actually appreciated. This particular trip had been more fun than most; a trip to the berry farm, the amusement park. He couldn’t remember the last time that he got to hang out with everyone for so long. Minus Kyuhyun, of course.
“Please, for the love of God, get as much time with him as possible. Your late night calls and drooling over your laptop with your hand in your pants is getting old.”
He cursed Yunho’s words in his head as he waited in the hotel bar downstairs, one leg swinging and one propped up on a low rung. He was already on his third glass waiting for Kyuhyun to finish getting ready after their performances, the bartender looking at him sadly as if he suspected Changmin was one of the lonely losers that would be there all night.
He pondered giving up, watching the silver hand of the watch-one that Kyuhyun had given him a few years ago that he secretly tried to wear whenever they were together. They were both busy and had lots of shit to do the next morning…
“Pabo!” The hand hitting his back sharply jolted him out of his thoughts and his head spun for a second from the fright as he turned and smiled.
“Took you long enough… ahjussi you’re paying for my drinks. This is my third one while I waited for you…” Changmin tried to play cool, oxygen suddenly failing him as Kyuhyun in his skin-tight pants and T-shirt sat down next to him. The other man beckoned the bartender over and asked for what Changmin had in the adorable half-decent English that Kyuhyun flitted out sometimes to impress people.
It usually worked.
By the fifth round of drinks Kyuhyun’s English got worse, quoting television shows and Star Wars lines by heart. Kyuhyun had the front end of his body over the bar counter asking the bartender if the man knew how famous they were in Korea, ass out in the air and barely able to keep his feet on the stool.
By the tenth round Changmin was shifting in his seat nervously, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing his hair out of his face, wondering when the bar decided to turn the heat on. Yunho’s words were still echoing in his head, but all he was hearing was the part about his hand being down his pants. He groaned and leaned his head on the counter to look at his crotch.
Yunho was always right.
He stumbled out of the chair and grabbed Kyuhyun’s hand, telling the bartender what room he was in for the bill before dragging the lanky singer out of the bar. The lobbies were empty minus a few stragglers coming in from the nightlife, the hotel not getting much traffic on a weeknight and the paparazzi clearing out once the sun set.
Changmin headed for the elevator, Kyuhyun giggling in the adorable way that he did when he had passed a certain point of intoxication. They waited for the elevator to come, Kyuhyun stood beside Changmin, shifting weight and bouncing slightly on his toes, stumbling a little and vision dropping to Changmin’s crotch unconsciously.
Changmin looked over as the elevator dinged, his eyes meeting Kyuhyun’s face just as the other lifted his gaze to give him a feral looking smirk.
The doors opened and Changmin tugged the other inside, hitting the button desperately before anyone could approach the doors to go up.
“Aigoo Changminnie~ looks like you-” Kyuhyun couldn’t even finish his sentence before Changmin’s mouth was crashing against his and Changmin’s hands were unzipping the jeans trying to tug them down. Kyuhyun let out a small noise of protest that was quickly silenced when he realized how serious Changmin was, the other dropping down to tug Kyuhyun’s leg out of one side of the pants before coming back up. Kyuhyun arched against the cold metal of the walls, music dinging along happily in the background as Changmin unzipped his jeans and freed his cock, moaning aloud at just the simple freedom.
Kyuhyun watched with dark eyes, whimpering and leaning on the bar around the elevator to lift his legs up around Changmin’s waist, barely having time to think about it. Changmin grabbed Kyuhyun’s thighs, fingers stroking the soft skin of the inner thigh as he pushed them apart and pressed his cock against the entrance he knew so well. Kyuhyun moaned loudly, thighs quivering under the touch that Changmin knew drove him insane, the soft skin of his thigh the part of him that always brought his downfall. He wasn’t even entirely sure when he got so hard, but he was too drunk to remember much of anything, the intoxication heightening at the smell of Changmin’s cologne, Changmin’s shampoo, the other’s face buried in Kyuhyun’s neck as he abused the skin with his teeth to distract Kyuhyun from the painful beginning.
They both knew that there was no waiting if they started this, Changmin pushing in hard and fast and not waiting for Kyuhyun to catch up before pounding into him waiting for the spark to ignite from Kyuhyun’s prostate and make it all feel better. Kyuhyun always screamed, from the pleasure as well as the pain, it was another thing about the other’s sinful mouth that Changmin couldn’t help but fall in love with each time. This time was no different, the other’s lithe body arching and writhing against the wall, heels digging into the back of Changmin’s thighs trying to get some sort of grounding. They would both pay for it later, Kyuhyun would be sore in the morning and Changmin would feel like hell despite how proud he would be of the marks claiming Kyuhyun as his.
Changmin worked his hands under the thin T-shirt to slide up Kyuhyun’s flat stomach, nails scraping lightly in desperation as his fingers climbed higher to pinch and twist lightly at the other’s nipples. He loved the reaction, Kyuhyun’s head rolling to the side and moans turning shamelessly louder with the onslaught of pleasure.
Their lips crashed together again, Changmin whispering that he was too hot and Kyuhyun gladly obliging to rip the button-down shirt open and return the favor, deft and sharp fingers toying and teasing along the lines of Changmin’s toned chest as he tightened around the other’s cock, already close from the excitement. Kyuhyun glanced up at the elevator panels, knowing they were nearing halfway up and knowing that it needed to go faster. He bucked his hips to meet Changmin’s impossibly hard and fast thrusting-Changmin always knew what he wanted. What he liked.
Changmin dropped a hand, hips not faltering in the quick thrusting as he wrapped the hand around Kyuhyun’s heavy cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. His tongue slipped past the other’s lips lapping desperately, their tongues battling for dominance as Kyuhyun melted and clenched and purred under him.
Changmin came first, suddenly, with the help of Kyuhyun’s fingers brushing over his neck and nipples just right. His head spun and the adrenaline quickly plummeted back down, collapsing against Kyuhyun in an intoxicated whirl.
“Baby…” Kyuhyun purred, tugging on Changmin’s hair and running his fingers through it as he still moved his hips against Changmin. “Baby my turn.” He continued to whine as Changmin stayed motionless panting for a minute, the elevator dangerously close to stopping. Changmin nodded and pulled out with a groan, tucking himself in and pulling his jeans back up. He dropped down and put Kyuhyun’s leg back in the jeans, tugging them up and mouth closing over the other’s cock from his spot kneeled on the floor. Kyuhyun moaned in approval and jerked hips into his mouth a few times, grabbing his hair and crying out in ecstasy when he did cum soon after. The elevator came to a stop and Kyuhyun quickly pulled his pants back up, zipping them as Changmin tried to smooth his hair.
The older American couple on the other side of the doors as they opened looked at them blankly, a faint flush on the woman’s cheeks as if she could smell the sex on them. They smiled innocently and Changmin wiped at his mouth, groaning as the smear of cum on his fingers as he pulled them away.
“They knew.” Kyuhyun giggled, stumbling down the hallway looking like a hot mess. Changmin smirked, knowing by how fast Kyuhyun was walking that this night was far from over.
“So will the neighbors.”