nerdy kyu? i think not.
Title: [oneshot] of business trips and nerdy roomates.
author: Lysa (me me me :D )
characters/pairings: (in order of appearance) eeteuk, kangin, kyuhyun
Rating: NC17 oh yesssss. smex please?
disclaimer: don't own these hot pieces of...men. xD
a/n: hoooboy my first smexpornomgyes fic xD i actually wrote this a couple months back (more or less ahaha), just never got around to posting it here xDDD be nice, yes? :D it's not THAT bad okay.
[ D: ok so either ljcuts are going gay on me or i really don't know how to do them properly on here xDDD just click on 'post a comment' to read xDDD *FAILS]
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“Yah, don’t cry.”
Eeteuk let out a small laugh as he sniffled and cleared his throat. He pressed his head closer to his lover’s chest and wrapped his arms tighter around the warm body in front of him. He fought back the tears that threatened to fill his eyes.
“If you cry, I probably won’t be able to leave,” the man joked, and felt a hand caress his lower back. Eeteuk laughed again.
“I’m not crying, Kangina,” he tried to say with a steady voice, “though I wish you could stay with me…” A kiss was planted on the top of his head.
“You know I have to go,” his lover said softly, slightly reluctant. “My parents won’t be able to manage the business at the moment.”
“For a whole year?” Eeteuk gripped the man’s shirt and closed his eyes, pulling himself even closer to his lover. The man laced his fingers through his own and kissed his cheek in response.
“I’ll be back,” Kangin reassured him. “And you have Kyuhyun to keep you company while I’m gone.” Eeteuk almost laughed at him.
“Kyuhyun?” Eeteuk scoffed playfully. “That little game nerd? Hell, I’d probably suffer more from boredom than depression with him around.” A sympathetic chuckle came from his lover’s lips.
“Come on, he’s not that bad,” Kangin laughed. “You know you love Kyuhyun more than me sometimes.” He fingered Eeteuk’s hair, nibbling at the older man’s ear lobes. Eeteuk playfully squeezed Kangin’s hips.
“Oh yes. That boy definitely has his kinks.” Eeteuk pushed away from Kangin, avoiding his lovers attempt to smack him, only to be caught again by his waist.
“Hyung…” The youngest boy suddenly appeared, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Please don’t talk about me that way…” Eeteuk looked up at Kyuhyun, his face contorted in silent mirth. Eeteuk fell to the floor with a thud as Kangin impishly let go of his waist, still laughing as he slapped Kangin’s calves. Kyuhyun leaned down and closed in on Eeteuk’s ear.
“That should be left for later, when that big guy is gone and we’re all alone,” Kyuhyun mischievously whispered, but loud enough for Kangin to hear. Kyuhyun laughed as he stood up and walked away, leaving Eeteuk to giggle at the small flicker of annoyance that flashed on Kangin’s face.
“See? Kinks,” Eeteuk managed between fits of laughter. He let himself be picked up by Kangin.
“Sometimes I worry about you two,” Kangin muttered lightheartedly, leaning in to kiss the older man. He dragged a soft trail across Eeteuk’s mouth, pausing at the corner to swipe his bottom lip at the grin that formed on Eeteuk’s lips. Kangin pouted and pressed his forehead on his lover’s right temple.
“What’s so funny?” he mumbled when Eeteuk started giggling again, his lips brushing the older man’s cheek.
“I love it when you’re mad,” Eeteuk answered him, sliding his arms up around Kangin’s neck.
“I’m not ma-mmh--.“ Eeteuk began sucking on Kangin’s top lip, cutting off the younger male’s remark. Kangin’s words became a short, strangled moan that came out of his nose. Kangin smiled into the kiss, swiping his tongue over Eeteuk’s moving lips to indicate that he wanted entrance. He felt Eeteuk’s lips form into a grin, though they did not part to give him access. Kangin grunted to show his displeasure, digging his fingers into the flesh of his hyung’s waist.
“You’re so impatient, love,” Eeteuk purred as he pulled away. “It’s gonna get to you one day.” Kangin just groaned and hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Eeteuk’s jeans. He roughly crushed his mouth on Eeteuk’s lips again, pushing him towards their bedroom door. He sighed when Eeteuk laughed and pulled away again.
“You’re going to be late for your flight,” Eeteuk mumbled with a smile against Kangin’s shoulder.
“That’s what you said last night,” Kangin smirked, pressing Eeteuk to the door and attacking his neck. “And your argument didn’t last very long, now did it?” A short sound came from Eeteuk has Kangin’s fingers found their way into his jeans. He bit his lips with his eyes closed, chuckling lowly.
“You’re paying Kyuhyun back this time,” Eeteuk muttered, half-moaning as Kangin’s slightly cold fingers teased his growing hardness through his tight boxers. “And I’m not calling to reschedule your flight again.” Eeteuk gasped as the younger male slipped his hand into his boxers, his head tilting back against the door at the touch.
“Damn right you’re going to pay me back once you two stop frolicking with each other and get Kangin’s ass on the plane.” Eeteuk and Kangin jumped at Kyuhyun’s voice, and Kangin immediately pulled his hand out from Eeteuk’s boxers, placing them on the older man’s hip. “I think I also deserve some compensation money. This is a slightly disturbing scene I’ve walked in to.” Kyuhyun walked up behind Kangin and pulled on his hood, dragging him away from the flushing Eeteuk. “Come on, you sex fiend. I’ve already loaded your things in the car. And hyung,” Kyuhyun added as an afterthought, “You need to stop letting this guy sex you around all the time.”
“Don’t talk to your hyung that way,” Kangin refuted, slapping Kyuhyun’s hand away from his sweater. “And I don’t ‘sex him around’…” He pushed passed Kyuhyun and approached Eeteuk again, kissing the older man’s grin. “… I just make mad, sweet love to him.” He laughed as he heard Kyuhyun groan in disgust.
“Flight. Now. Hello? Am I making any sense to you at all?” Kyuhyun muttered angrily, attempting to pull apart the lovers again. He successfully got in between the two, pushing against Kangin’s chest as he leaned back into Eeteuk. “I’m seriously not going to reschedule your flight again.” He heard Eeteuk chuckle from behind him, Eeteuk’s arms finding their way around his waist.
“Kyu,” the eldest playfully said against his shoulder. “You are definitely a 30-year-old man in disguise, you know that?”
Kyuhyun scoffed. “More like you and sex fiend over there are hornified 16-year-olds in disguise.”
“Kyu, can I sleep with you tonight?”
Kyuhyun lazily opened his eyes with effort, his face scrunching.
“Hyung? It’s 3 in the morning,” Kyuhyun drawled sleepily. “What are you doing up?” He felt the bed dip as Eeteuk sat next to him on the bed.
“I’m not used to sleeping alone anymore,” the older boy replied sheepishly. “I need a warm body next to me.”
Kyuhyun softly laughed and patted the spot next to him. “Well I don’t know how much warmth I’ll give you compared to sex-fiend hyung, but I’ll try my best.” He scooted to the right side of the bed and lifted the covers, allowing Eeteuk to crawl under with him. There was no hesitation as Eeteuk snuggled up to him, pressing his face against Kyuhyun’s chest and nuzzling his collarbone with his nose. Kyuhyun wrapped an arm around the older boy, pulling him closer to his body, his other arm cradling his own head. He felt Eeteuk’s breath lightly warm his neck.
“Mmm, Kyu,” Eeteuk mumbled with a slur. “You’re warm.”
“Hyung! I’m fucking tired of your bullshitting!”
Kyuhyun raced after Eeteuk, Eeteuk’s door to his room loudly slamming shut. He none-too-gently banged on the locked door, urging the older man to open it.
“Hyung! Let me in!” He rattled the knob frantically, continuing to hammer his fists against the door. “It’s only been 3 months! How the hell are you going to survive 9 more?!” Kyuhyun sighed irately, running his fingers through his hair. Suddenly he heard a click and the door slowly opened, revealing a very worn-out, very vulnerable, Eeteuk. Eeteuk opened his mouth and inhaled deeply, but when he tried to let out his breath slowly, it hitched instead and he started sobbing, his tears coming down heavily. Kyuhyun immediately reached through the door and grabbed him, enveloping him in a tight embrace.
“Shh…” Kyuhyun soothed, rubbing Eeteuk’s back with his hands, and kissed the top of his head. “He’ll be back soon… just wait with me, alright?” He felt Eeteuk slowly push away from him.
“It’s not that-“ Eeteuk started. He looked up at Kyuhyun, his eyes wide. “I’m just- nevermind.”
Kyuhyun stared back at him with a questioning look on his face, his hands rubbing against Eeteuk’s arms. “You’re just…?” When he knew he wasn’t going to get an answer from him, he pushed the thought away and hugged Eeteuk again. “Forget it. Come on, we should go to bed.”
Eeteuk never thought that he’d ever have sex with anyone but Kangin, but with Kyuhyun carefully undressing him with their mouths hot against each other, he was willing to reconsider. Being kind of drunk helps ease the guilt a bit, at least.
“Stop worrying about Young’oon hyung,” Kyuhyun whispered as he cradled Eeteuk while they lay in bed. “He’ll come back for sure. And besides, he calls you every weekend.” He felt a little movement as Eeteuk shifted beside him.
“I’m not worrying about him,” Eeteuk replied after a short pause. “It’s just that… Kyu, I… I feel guilty.” Eeteuk’s fingers stopped drawing circles on Kyuhyun’s back.
“Guilty? About what?”
“Guilty, because I’m feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling.”
Kyuhyun furrowed his eyebrows. “Unhappiness because he’s gone? Hyung, I think that’s perfectly norm-“
“Not that,” Eeteuk cut in. “Almost like… the complete opposite.” Eeteuk withdrew his arms from around Kyuhyun’s waist and turned away from him. “Ah, nevermind. I want to sleep.”
“Happy Birthday, hyung!”
Eeteuk squeezed his eyes shut as Kyuhyun pulled the string on the party popper, and turned away when the little strings of colorful confetti decorated his hair. Moments later, he felt Kyuhyun’s arms encircle him in a tight embrace. When Eeteuk stood without a word, Kyuhyun spoke up.
“You can pretend that these are Young’oon hyung’s arms if you want,” he said into Eeteuk’s hair. “And pretend my arms are a bit thicker.” With hesitation, Kyuhyun kissed the top of Eeteuk’s head. “You can als-“
“Do you like me?”
Eeteuk’s sudden question caught Kyuhyun off guard. His body stiffened for a second, his arms almost dropping from around his hyung, but he quickly regained his composure.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, hyung,” Kyuhyun managed with a laugh. “Of course I like you. You’re my hyung and-“
“No, Kyuhyun,” Eeteuk cut in again, his tone serious. “You know what I mean.” Eeteuk turned to face him. “Do you like me?”
Kyuhyun felt as if he just lost his voice, fearing what might happen if he answered him. He licked his lips and opened his mouth, hoping the words would flow out, but all that came from him was a throaty croak. He found that he couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Eeteuk, and his eyes wandered.
“Kyuhyun.” Eeteuk’s words were firm, almost as if he was commanding him to do something. Kyuhyun bit his inner cheek and braced himself, convinced that Eeteuk already knew the answer to the question and was about to yell at him and kick him out of the apartment. Suddenly he felt a hand slip behind his neck, pushing him forward, and his lips crashed with Eeteuk’s. He blinked, his eyes opening wide as he felt Eeteuk kissing him. For a moment he just stood there, his arms loosely around Eeteuk’s waist, allowing the older boy to continue melding their lips together. However, just as Kyuhyun was about to close his eyes and give in to his hyung, Eeteuk pulled away quickly, looking up at him briefly. Kyuhyun could have sworn that he read panic in Eeteuk’s eyes, but whatever he thought he saw vanished in an instant as Eeteuk stepped back from him and sat down on the table.
“So let’s start the celebration, yes?” Eeteuk said coolly, picking up a bottle of alcohol.
Kyuhyun’s eyes snapped open as he felt Eeteuk’s weight on his lap, jolting him from his half-asleep state. The patio swing rocked at Eeteuk’s movement, and Kyuhyun had to steady himself with his arms. He didn’t have enough time to register what was happening, though, as Eeteuk’s lips were suddenly on his and already trying to pry his mouth open with his tongue. He let out a choked moan, hoping it sounded like a protest, but it only seemed to make Eeteuk deepen the kiss, the older boy’s hands pushing the back of his neck to press their mouths together even harder.
Kyuhyun could taste the alcohol on Eeteuk’s tongue as it swirled inside his mouth, almost gagging at the overwhelming tang of the older boy’s intoxicating scent. However, he was far too pleasured with the feel of kissing Eeteuk that he couldn’t care less about how the older boy tasted.
Kyuhyun gasped as he felt Eeteuk’s body slide against his, Eeteuk fully straddling him and caging him against the back of the porch swing. He twisted so that Eeteuk was sitting directly on his lap, and ran his hands up along the older boy’s sides. Eeteuk’s shirt rose slightly with Kyuhyun’s motions, exposing a small expanse of skin to the biting cold, causing Eeteuk to gasp into Kyuhyun’s mouth.
“This won’t do,” Kyuhyun mumbled against his lips, pushing lightly on Eeteuk’s shoulders, hinting for him to get up. He pushed a little harder when Eeteuk groaned and continued kissing, licking and biting his lower lip. “It’s-mmph-freezing out here.” Kyuhyun choked on his breath when Eeteuk started moving lower, his neck suddenly gaining warmth from Eeteuk’s mouth. In a mix of frustration and pleasure, Kyuhyun took hold of Eeteuk’s wrists, stopping them from wandering any lower from where they already were.
“Ah, fuck it,” he hissed as he lifted Eeteuk off from his lap and flipped him to the side of the seat, causing an irritated groan from the older man. He stood up quickly, grabbing Eeteuk by his hand, and pulled him up from the swing. “Let’s take this inside.”
Eeteuk grinned.
Eeteuk knew he couldn’t tolerate alcohol too well and that he shouldn’t down more than a couple of bottles in one sitting. He also knew that even when he’s just a little tipsy, what he knew and what he shouldn’t do all became just a bunch of bullshit.
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun breathed into his ear their heated and bare bodies pressed together against the inside of Eeteuk’s bedroom door, “are you--?”
“Fuck, we got this far already,” Eeteuk irately cut in. “Don’t even fucking dare to back out and leave me with my good-ol’-friend Jill*.” He impatiently crushed his lips back against Kyuhyun’s mouth, taking hold of the younger boy’s hips as he stumbled backwards on the bed, messily falling on the sheets with Kyuhyun’s weight on top of him, their limbs entangled with each other. Eeteuk’s body spasmed under the younger boy, feeling Kyuhyun’s clearly aroused member rub against his inner thigh.
It’s been too long, Eeteuk thought to himself, groaning loudly as Kyuhyun rocked against his body and created more friction between them. Eeteuk bit his lips when Kyuhyun’s mouth glided down his chest, leaving a wet trail down to his navel. Kyuhyun toyed with that sensitive spot, lightly sucking and licking and biting the skin. Eeteuk writhed and arched under Kyuhyun, his knees involuntarily rising up and squeezing the younger boy’s waist. He brought a hand down to the back of Kyuhyun’s neck, pulling the boy up to place an open-mouthed kiss next to his ear.
“You better get a move on,” Eeteuk seductively whispered, his breath choppy as a premature orgasm threatened to rack his body, fingers running across Kyuhyun’s lower back. “I won’t be able to last with what you’re doing.”
Kyuhyun snorted in response, sitting back on his ankles and reaching over to the bedside table, producing an almost-empty bottle of personal lubricant. He raised his eyebrows in question with a smirk playing on his lips. “How many times have you and sex-fiend hyung done this?” He flipped open the cap and attempted to pour the thick liquid into his hand, when Eeteuk interfered and retrieved the bottle from him. Eeteuk poured the liquid into his own palm and reached between their sweaty bodies, coating Kyuhyun’s erection.
“Enough times,” Eeteuk finally answered him, though his question wasn’t meant to be answered. Kyuhyun let out a sudden and loud yell of pleasure at the contact, falling forward onto Eeteuk’s body. He gripped the older boy’s shoulders and buried his face into his neck as Eeteuk slowly and teasingly applied the lubricant.
“Shit, hyung,” Kyuhyun gasped out. “You’re going to-“
“Then fuck me,” Eeteuk said into his hair, removing his hand from Kyuhyun’s throbbing member and leaning back against the headboard. He tugged on Kyuhyun’s arm, pulling him towards him, and wrapped a leg around the boy’s waist.
Kyuhyun didn’t hesitate as he hooked an arm around Eeteuk’s thigh, securing his position on his knees between the older man’s legs. He used his free hand to guide himself into Eeteuk’s entrance, closing his eyes and grunting as he pushed himself in deep. When all he heard from his hyung was what seemed like a pleasured groan, he pressed his body forward, his chest meeting with Eeteuk’s, capturing his lips in yet another heated kiss full of tongues and moans. Kyuhyun’s hand slid up and pressed against the wall, his other arm wrapped around Eeteuk’s lower back, supporting him up as he thrust into him in a slow, steady pace.
“Kyu,” Eeteuk breathed, his arms snaking around Kyuhyun’s sweat-soaked neck, lifting himself up over Kyuhyun’s head as he rocked his hips to urge the younger boy into a faster pace. Rushes of pleasure continued to flush over Eeteuk’s body, his lower belly tightening with every frustratingly slow thrust. “Don’t… I won’t be able to-“
Kyuhyun grinned and readjusted his hold on Eeteuk. He tipped his head up and kissed Eeteuk’s jaw before gripping the headboard with his free hand, gradually quickening his speed.
Eeteuk squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth parted and his breathing labored as Kyuhyun sent him closer and closer to his release. He rested his cheek on top of Kyuhyun’s head, his fingers gripping the younger boy’s slick shoulder, his rocking becoming unsteady as he felt himself getting near his climax. Kyuhyun’s hand had also left his thigh and was now placed behind him, both hands clutched onto the headboard as a means of leverage. Eeteuk let out several cries of pleasure as Kyuhyun erratically rolled his hips against him, the younger boy coming to a finish soon as well.
Kyuhyun grunted as he leaned closer to kiss Eeteuk’s throat, his breath tickling the older man’s neck, eliciting another moan from Eeteuk that vibrated against his mouth. Kyuhyun felt his shudder involuntarily, a sign that he was close. He reached in between himself and Eeteuk, grasping Eeteuk’s hot arousal with his shaking hand. Eeteuk choked out a gasp as Kyuhyun unsteadily pumped him, unable to keep a firm pace as both of their bodies trembled with their oncoming orgasm.
Eeteuk let his eyes roll back as he came, moaning out a string of curses, gasping heavily as his body shook. Kyuhyun followed soon after with a grunt, his knees giving in, and he fell forward, pressing Eeteuk to the headboard once again. He panted against Eeteuk’s heaving chest, leaving one final kiss under his collarbone before pulling out and rolling off of him.
“That…” Eeteuk croaked out as he lay beside Kyuhyun, his eyes closed. “…huh.”
Kyuhyun idly played with Eeteuk’s fingers as they lounged around the couch. He was softly humming a melody that was unfamiliar to him, maybe just a random tune he picked up somewhere.
“It’s been a month Kyu,” Eeteuk said quietly, shifting a little from between Kyuhyun’s legs. “How long…?”
Kyuhyun kissed the top of his head. “I don’t know, hyung.” He squeezed Eeteuk’s fingers. “When Young’oon hyung comes back… we’ll… we’ll…”
“Kyu, I don’t think I’d be able to tell him… I’ve been together with him for over 2 years…” He turned halfway towards Kyuhyun. “How am I going to tell him? Be like, ‘hey baby, I’m sorry but I’ve fallen in love with-‘”
“Teukie?”
Eeteuk and Kyuhyun jumped in their seats, immediately turning towards the door.
“You…”
Eeteuk stood up, approaching the startled man by the door.
“Love, I-“ Eeteuk fumbled with his hands.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Young’oona, I need to tell-“
“One year, Jungsoo. One fucking year...”
“Young’oona-“
“Fuck.”
Eeteuk stared after Kangin as he scoffed irately and headed out the door again. Kyuhyun slowly walked up behind him and put his arms comfortingly around his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, hyung,” he soothed. “He’ll be back, and we can talk to him about-“
“No,” Eeteuk said weakly, pushing off Kyuhyun’s arms. “No.”