i want to get in your holed up pants (hyukmo, lol)
title: i want to get in your holed up pants (stupid title)
fandom: super junior. eunhyuk & jungmo.
warning: pg for jungmo's dirty thoughts (that weren't explained because this was quick.)
i wrote this for runawayxxlovee / fabriclies who requested (nudged me) it at hyukaday .
just cos i thought it was stupid and cute (and i have fears that the post will get deleted or something) i'm posting it here. you don't have to read. just pass over and go on with your easy, breezy lives.
prompted by a picture. our conversation on hyukaday.
Jungmo was heavily aware of the person who was watching him from the nearby desk. It made him feel tense that somebody else was watching him, but Hyukjae's quiet presence lifted the mood a little, just a little. Nevertheless, it was still awkward.
He tried to keep his fingers on the strings. He tried to keep his eyes on the guitar. But the way that Hyukjae had sprawled out on the sturdy desk, with his legs spread out without shame, was an immortal distraction to Jungmo. But he couldn't say anything or drop a hint for Hyukjae to go away. Because he was Jungmo. Jungmos were not expected to be rude. Years of being in a three foot radius of Heechul had taught him that.
"You have nice hands."
Jungmo looked up. The sound of him tweaking the strings stopped and Jungmo's eyes wandered down to the hole in Hyukjae's jeans, the one exposing his naked knee. By accident. It was an accident.
"You have nice hands," Hyukjae repeated and he smiled, nice and big and warm.
Jungmo didn't say anything or nod his head in return. His chin dropped back to his neck and he was back to concentrating on the guitar notes again. Or he was trying to. The inflammation that had lit up his cheeks was preventing his mind to become stable.
It was strange how a person could turn into stone by one's presence and kind words. (And how crazy the victim became by staring at the other person's lower half.)
fandom: super junior. eunhyuk & jungmo.
warning: pg for jungmo's dirty thoughts (that weren't explained because this was quick.)
i wrote this for runawayxxlovee / fabriclies who requested (nudged me) it at hyukaday .
just cos i thought it was stupid and cute (and i have fears that the post will get deleted or something) i'm posting it here. you don't have to read. just pass over and go on with your easy, breezy lives.
prompted by a picture. our conversation on hyukaday.
Jungmo was heavily aware of the person who was watching him from the nearby desk. It made him feel tense that somebody else was watching him, but Hyukjae's quiet presence lifted the mood a little, just a little. Nevertheless, it was still awkward.
He tried to keep his fingers on the strings. He tried to keep his eyes on the guitar. But the way that Hyukjae had sprawled out on the sturdy desk, with his legs spread out without shame, was an immortal distraction to Jungmo. But he couldn't say anything or drop a hint for Hyukjae to go away. Because he was Jungmo. Jungmos were not expected to be rude. Years of being in a three foot radius of Heechul had taught him that.
"You have nice hands."
Jungmo looked up. The sound of him tweaking the strings stopped and Jungmo's eyes wandered down to the hole in Hyukjae's jeans, the one exposing his naked knee. By accident. It was an accident.
"You have nice hands," Hyukjae repeated and he smiled, nice and big and warm.
Jungmo didn't say anything or nod his head in return. His chin dropped back to his neck and he was back to concentrating on the guitar notes again. Or he was trying to. The inflammation that had lit up his cheeks was preventing his mind to become stable.
It was strange how a person could turn into stone by one's presence and kind words. (And how crazy the victim became by staring at the other person's lower half.)