[fic] A Man In Love [seqeul to "Fan"]
Title: A Man In Love [sequal to "Fan"]
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eunhyuk and Tablo!
Warnings(?): smutt. xD and Tablo likes to cuss a lot?
Note: Apparently, now that I've started writing smut, I can't stop writing smut? xD So hooray for my second ever smut! And I totally listened to "A Man In Love" while writing this, and "Fan" too, and I htink "Fan" fits a lot better. Weird? And "A Man in Love" sounds better with the fic "Fan". IDEK.
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It’s been weeks since Tablo’s last seen Eunhyuk, and what do they go when they get together? They go to the same street cart they always go to, where the lady who runs it always gives them a conspiratorial grin and seats them at the table at the very corner of the tent, usually hidden in shadows, and they drink soju and eat spicy rice cakes and talk about everything and anything like it’s been only hours since they last met.
This kind of thing throws Tablo off. He’s used to being awkward around people, to the point where he thinks that maybe he’s just more comfortable being awkward, but with Eunhyuk, he doesn’t have to monitor his words, doesn’t have to feel stupid about anything he says, because Eunhyuk is just a little kid that thinks he’s great, and he could say just about anything and the boy would approve.
Of course he’s heard all the new talk about how wow, i’ve never noticed before how much you two look alike and you guys look like brothers, it’s so strange and he’s like a little you, man. Which, frankly, Tablo hates hearing because no matter how off he can be sometimes, he does not like hearing that the kid he has frequent wet dreams about could be his little brother.
Eunhyuk raises a glass to him, and he leans forwards like he has the habit of doing, and grins at him. “What are you thinking about, hyung?”
Tablo stares at him and the words running through his mind -oh, I’m just thinking about how much I want to bend you over this table and- are most definitely not the ones he can say out loud so he just laughs and grins. “Just wondering if you ever grow, you look exactly the same since I last say you. Don’t those twelve other boys feed you? Growing kid like you needs to eat.” He drinks his own soju. Talking to Eunhyuk like a kid helps him remember that he is just a kid.
He leans over just a little to reach the rice cakes that Eunhyuk’s grabbed again, and so misses the look that flashes in Eunhyuk’s eyes.
Tablo remembers being back in America, and being in college, and being asked about the occasional dirty deed and responding with a laugh and a “Sorry dude, but not my style.” And now he’s here and everything that wasn’t his style, well, somewhere along the way it must’ve changed and become his style because he can’t stop thinking about another dude’s cock. Adding on that the other dude is six years younger makes him feel all kinds of horrible.
Really, he really couldn’t figure it out. When did girls with long legs and curvy bodies become boring to him? When did girls with short legs and lean bodies get boring? When did grinning eyes and a big wide mouth and tanned skin and the slight scent of sweat and cologne become so sexy and irresistible? He kind of really hated himself right now, because man this was not how he was supposed to act.
At the very least, he was supposed to be an artistic freedom fighter, in love with the music that flowed from his fingertips and standing up for the liberty of speech and all that other romantic imagery it was so easy to write about… Not a man lusting after a kid with a sweet voice and all kinds of hidden potential.
Maybe he just wanted to teach the kid, huh? Maybe what he really wanted to do was take the kid under his wing and show him what music was all about, and all the fantasies came out of months of forced abstinence as he worked on the new album? That must be it. Well, okay, he’s not going to get better without helping himself, so from now on, he’s not going to think about Eunhyuk shirtless on his lap or Eunhyuk on his knees with his mouth full off- Starting now, starting now, he wasn’t going to think about it any more.
The idea sounds so good to Tablo that he takes another drink and grins up at Eunhyuk, who’s staring down at his glass with a look on his face that Tablo recognizes as his “I’ve got something to say and when I figure out the right way to say it, someone going to get an earful” look that he usually only has when he’s surrounded by the other members and they’re teasing him for something or another. “Yo kid, what’s with the face?” He bites into his rice cake, and it’s warmth against his tongue is nice and distracting from the thoughts that are already creeping back into his brain, despite the fact that he just resolved not to think about it.
“Hyung, do you really see me as a kid?” Eunhyuk’s voice is strong and steady and so are his eyes as he looks up at him, fingers absently moving up and down on their first empty soju bottle. Tablo has to remind himself of the resolution he’s just made, and he keep his eyes firmly above Eunhyuk’s neck, forcing himself to think about the question.
Did he really see Eunhyuk as a kid? Not when he was on stage, rapping, performing, doing what he knew best. In those moments, Tablo knew that the kid wasn’t a kid. It was only times like these, when Eunhyuk asked him wide-eyed questions like that and he said hyung in that tone of voice.
“Not really… Just sometimes… Truthfully, a lot of times you remind me of a kid brother that I’ve got to watch over.” Tablo grins after giving his answers, no matter how much it hurts to lie to the kid, even it was for his own good. Tablo wished he could see him as a kid brother.
“Mhmmm…” Eunhyuk nods, watches him thoughtfully. It makes Tablo slightly nervous for some reason, and he downs another glass of soju, and then another one, and then another one until he feels a warm buss at the pit of his stomach.
He reaches out for another glass, but Eunhyuk’s hand comes down on his, stopping him, and Tablo looks up with a raise of his eyebrow, meeting Eunhyuk’s slightly amused eyes. “Yes?”
“You shouldn’t drink too much, hyung.”
Tablo laughs and leans back in his chair, and tries not to think about the warmth of Eunhyuk’s hand on his, which has totally ruined his just-getting-tipsy state and sobered him up quick. “Why not? I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow, you don’t have anywhere to be. Let’s drink and be merry, yeah?”
Eunhyuk laughs. “Hyung, if you drink, you won’t be able to do what you promised.”
“What I promised?” Tablo raises an eyebrow at him, confused. “What did I promise? I don’t remember anything...”
“You don’t? I feel hurt.” Eunhyuk puts a hand over his heart dramatically, and even though Tablo doesn’t know what he talking about, it’s cute and funny and he can’t help but laugh softly. “Remember the last time we went drinking? You kind of passed out, and I took you home...” He leaned in towards Tablo, and Tablo leans towards him too, grinning. He knew he tended to ramble when he was drunk, he probably promised Eunhyuk he’d buy him a car or something like that. Eunhyuk bit his bottom lips for a second, then squeezed his hand. “And you promised me that you’d bend me over the balcony of your room and fuck me harder then anyone I’ve ever been with or dreamed about.”
“…WHAT?”
Tablo jerks back in his seat, but he can’t go far because Eunhyuk, who’s surprisingly strong all of a sudden, won’t let go of his hand, and keeps grinning at him, except that the grin wasn’t his usual cute happy grin, but something darker and new that made Tablo’s stomach twist.
“Oh, I guess you really don’t remember…” Eunhyuk laughs. “But I remember every word. You grabbed me by the waist and you whispered all this in my ear, and kissed my neck… And yeah, then you passed out… But you know, hyung, I really can’t stand people that don’t keep promises. I mean, I was really shocked at first, and I had to think about it a lot, but when I did, I realized hat I really do want you do to do all those things to me… I hadn’t realized it before, but getting fucked on a balcony seems to be something that makes me really excited.” He lets out a small chuckle and Tablo’s sure he’s going to have to quit Epik High right now because he’s lost his voice and he’s no good to Mithra and Tukutz if he can’t rap.
He can’t really be hearing this, he thinks, because, there’s just no way. Things like this come true only in movies. What are the fucking chances that the boy he really wants to screw totally wants to screw him back? This wasn’t a fucking Disney movie (which, now that he thinks about it, he can kind of imagine a gay Aladdin) and happy endings only happen when characters are pixilated or drawn. Tablo’s a skeptic, he doesn’t really believe in things coming true anymore, not suddenly like this.
“You know, hyung, you think way too much. Stop thinking and let’s go, okay? I’ve been thinking about what you promised all night and I’m really hard and I really want to see if you’re as good as you said you were.” Eunhyuk lets go of his hand and stands up, grinning down at him. “And anyways, what’s the harm? If you’re really drunk and this is a dream, then nothing happens. If this is real though, then you’re really giving up a good chance. I’m pretty hot, you know.” He grins again and walks out of the tent laughing, bowing to the owner and handing her money to pay for the food, and receiving a pat on his cheek for being so cute.
Tablo sits and thinks for a moment, but he can’t find anything wrong in anything Eunhyuk said, and next thing he knows, he’s running out after Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk’s leaning against Tablo’s car, and Tablo catches his scared, unsure, worried look before he’s hiding it again in that confident grin he’s been wearing.
Tablo pushes him against the car harder, grabs his face in his hands to look into his eyes. “If I’m going to fuck you, then get rid of the ‘I know exactly what I’m doing’ act. I like you better when you’re not so fucking cocky.” Eunhyuk says nothing, only looks up at him for a few moments, and then he’s sighing, and his hands on Tablo’s waist are shaking.
“God, I was thinking that I was completely wrong and you really weren’t going to and -“ His rush of words are stopped by Tablo’s mouth moving hard ad fast against his, and Tablo loves the way his hands come up to cover his own on his face.
Eunhyuk taste like soju and the rice cakes, and Tablo gets a jolt of pleasure at that, because Eunhyuk tastes realistic and not like chocolate or vanilla or honey or some other romance crap. His tongue moves just right with his, and there goes his dancer’s body, rolling his hips against Tablo’s. Tablo frees a hand to worm in quickly into Eunhyuk’s tight white pants, and his cock is warm and hard against his fingers, and Eunhyuk sounds like a cat purring as he leans his weight more on the car. His arms wrap around Tablo’s neck and Tablo really really really likes the way he moves against his hand and if this is a dream, it’s the best fucking dream in the world.
“We’re gonna get caught out here,” Eunhyuk breathes out, and Tablo is tempted to say who the fuck cares and get on with learning more about what Eunhyuk does when he moves his hand like this, but he dimly realizes that even if he doesn’t care if his career is gone or not, Eunhyuk does, and he’s not going to risk it, not ever, not with Eunhyuk. So he pulls away, and Eunhyuk’s wide mouth is pink and his lips are slightly swollen and he’s looking cute and uncertain, not like the confident strange he was only minutes ago, and this make Tablo even harder. So he practically shoves Eunhyuk into the passenger seat, and Eunhyuk’s laughing as he slides into the driver’s seat.
The drive to his apartment seems like only seconds, maybe because Eunhyuk has dangerously attached himself to Tablo’s side and his mouth to his neck.
They manage to keep their hands off of any private parts as they walk into the apartment leaning against each other, and the security guard just grins and shakes his head, thinking that the two of them were drunk. Tablo gives him a grin in return. “We’re celebrating! Whoooo!”
Eunhyuk joins in, laughing loudly and “stumbling” against Tablo, pressing just right into the erection Tablo’s really trying to hide. He laughs again and waves at the security guard, and Tablo laughs too, but as soon as the elevator doors close behind them, he kisses Eunhyuk hard, almost bruising, punishment for being a tease. Eunhyuk just kisses him back, grinning, running his hands up and down his back. They break apart after a couple of floors, faces red and grinning, and when the elevator stops at their floor and an older woman gets on, she thinks they’re drunk too.
Eunhyuk throws an arm around Tablo’s neck as they exit, and starts singing at the top of his lungs, some old hip-hop song Tablo can’t remember the name of, but can remember every word of, and the woman shakes her head too, but this time not in amusement.
Getting inside his apartment is another complication, because even though Tablo hasn’t drunk much, what he has had, and the excitement running up and down makes his hands shake. Eunhyuk rubbing up against his ass isn’t helping much either. It takes the fourth try to get the keys in, and then they’re finally falling into the room, and Tablo wastes no time in slamming Eunhyuk up against the wall and kissing and grinding and just drinking up the sounds that Eunhyuk makes.
He doesn’t even remember how they managed to take their clothes off, but the next time he can really think, he’s up against the door, and Eunhyuk’s on his knees, and he’s eyeing his cock like it’s a damned lollipop. Tablo sinks his hands into his hair, and watches with his mouth slightly open as Eunhyuk takes him and OHFUCKOHFUCKHISMOUTHISHOT and Eunhyuk’s dong something amazing with his tongue. He can’t get him all the way in this mouth, so he uses his hands to touch what he can’t, and that just makes Tablo’s knees weak.
After all this time, all the dreams and guilty feelings, here he is, and Eunhyuk looks like an angel and a hooker all rolled into one delicious package with his pretty mouth stretched wide and his half-lidded eyes looking up at him with all the temptation of damned fucking Eve in his eyes.
It’s soon, too soon before Tablo can feel the tingling at the base of his spine that means he’s close, and he has to pull Eunhyuk up, kissing his wet mouth before he can complain, like he can see he wants to.
“Did you forget about the balcony?” Tablo whispers in his ear, and hell he doesn’t know why he’s whispering when he was making the loudest fucking noises just seconds ago, but he does it anyway, and it apparently doesn’t offend Eunhyuk in any way because his lean body shakes as he shakes his head.
Tablo grins, and reaches down to grab Eunhyuk’s neglected cock, and godfuckingyes, he making the noises that Tablo been dreaming about. He laughs as Eunhyuk’s eyes start to fall closed, and before Eunhyuk can let himself loose into the touch, he starts walking backwards. Eunhyuk’s eyes snap open, and of course he has to follow, because Tablo’s got a good firm grip on his package, and damn Tablo really likes the surprised and amused look in his eyes.
“I’m not dog, you know.” Eunhyuk raises his arms above his head as he walks, brings them down to slide down his chest.
Tablo just laughs, because all his wet dreams are coming true, and he has a feeling that anything he says now will be corny and laughable.
When they reach the glass doors leading to the balcony, Tablo lets go of Eunhyuk’s cock and takes his hands instead, hauling him up against him and kissing him again as they step out. The night air isn’t hot, but it’s not exactly cool either. It’s warm and coy and it seems to envelop them in some kind of slow sluggish glow that makes it seem all too surreal.
Tablo pushes Eunhyuk against the balcony railing, and Eunhyuk runs his tongue against his bottom lip. For a second, Tablo doesn’t touch him, he wants to just look at him, take him in. He’s all long legs and lean body, his arms just lightly tanner then the rest of the body, and Tablo knows that before the night is over, he’s going to find all of Eunhyuk’s tan lines and trace them with tongue. Eunhyuk watches him with happy eyes, content eyes that are nonetheless full of want and need, and Tablo realizes that he could write whole albums on just that look alone.
He reaches quietly and brushes his fingers against Eunhyuk’s cheek, down his neck. Eunhyuk’s eyes close, and he braces his hands behind him on the railing. Tablo’s fingers fall down his chest, down to his stomach, the line of his pelvic bones. He’s never thought about sucking Eunhyuk off before, and yeah, he knows that that’s selfish, but now that he’s staring at Eunhyuk’s cock, he suddenly wants to, really badly, right there and then.
He’s never done this before, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he sinks to his knees, a lot less graceful then Eunhyuk, he thinks, and he reaches out and wraps his hands around him. Eunhyuk lets out a soft sigh. “You don’t have to, hyung…” he starts to say, but Tablo cuts him off when he closes his eyes and closes his mouth over him.
He doesn’t quite know if he likes the taste of it or not, but the feeling of Eunhyuk hot and heavy on his tongue is definitely something he likes, very much. He copies what Eunhyuk’s done to him, what girls have done in the past, and he’s got no idea if he’s going good or not until Eunhyuk groans and holds onto his hair. Tablo feels an urge of pride for making Eunhyuk sound like that, and it makes him suck harder, tongue longer, take in more and more.
Eunhyuk’s making soft little noises at the back of this throat, and he tugs on Tablo’s hair. When Tablo lets him fall from his mouth, Eunhyuk groans and tugs on his hair again, pulling up, and Tablo stands to have Eunhyuk throw his arms around him and kiss him with a mouth that doesn’t quite taste like anything, now that the taste of alcohol and rice cakes have faded. Tablo think that he still tastes like heaven.
“I can’t hold it anymore, hyung, remember your promise, okay?” Eunhyuk talks into his mouth before he’s spinning around, and he’s bending against the railing, shuddering, looking over at Tablo with hazy eyes. “Hurry hyung, please...” His voice is so soft and pleading, Tablo couldn’t deny him if he wanted.
He presses his body close to his, runs a hand over his ass. Eunhyuk makes that little sigh again and rests his head against the railing. Tablo belatedly realizes that he’d got no lube, and only a dim general idea of what to do next. Eunhyuk probably doesn’t know a thing either, and anyways, he’d feel like a dumbass asking him. So he takes what he does know and runs with it.
“Suck…” He runs his fingers over Eunhyuk’s mouth, and he opens without a sound. His tongue running over his fingers and between them and his mouth sucking is driving Tablo higher and higher and damn, is it all the rapping that makes his mouth that good?
Tablo pulls his fingers away and Eunhyuk looks back at him over his shoulder, and when Tablo runs his fingers down the crack of his ass, he shudders and his eyes flutter. It’s easy enough to find the hole, and damn, that’s warm too, does the kid have a whole furnace stuck in his body?
The first two fingers go in surprisingly easy, and Eunhyuk breathes in and out, in and out. Tablo runs his free hand over the small of his back, across his stomach, and Eunhyuk’s so tight against his fingers.
It takes a moment, but soon Eunhyuk is pushing back against his fingers, saying something under his breath that Tablo can’t catch, but it’s still sexy as hell anyways. A third finger, it’s the fourth one that’s in when Tablo pushes against something that makes Eunhyuk let out a strangled yelp and push back suddenly, his head jerking up from his arms. His eyes are wide as he looks back at Tablo, and Tablo grins and pushes again, and Eunhyuk’s whole body jerks.
“Oh god, hyung, don’t, hurry, please hyung, please…” He’s pleading and pushing back and well damn, Tablo’s got to do what he says, because he’s just got that kind of power over him. He lets his fingers slide out, and Eunhyuk shudders again, until Tablo guides his cock to where it’s supposed to go, and his body goes suddenly and absolutely still. Tablo can’t breathe, and everything around him seems so loud, and he can hear the cars down below, and the city lights are so bright and Eunhyuk’s whispering becomes just a little louder, and Tablo realizes that the kid is whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you” into the night air, and he feels his entire body shudder.
He pushes in, slowly. Eunhyuk still stays still, and Tablo doesn’t know if it hurts or not, but suddenly Eunhyuk’s reaching back to grab his hips and pull him suddenly forward. So Tablo is just there, and he has to blink his eyes to keep from blanking out, his fingers tight on Eunhyuk’s waist. Everything is warm and tight and burning and the way Eunhyuk pants is endearing.
“Move, hyung,” Eunhyuk grunts at him. Tablo does, slow at first, but he can’t keep his control for that long, because he’s been dreaming about his for forever and a day. He pushes in faster, harder, deeper, with Eunhyuk moaning and groaning and pushing back against him, his hands on the balcony railing startlingly white and pale in the night.
They sound like a symphony, and Tablo could probably think of a dozen ways to turn this into a song, if only his world wasn’t reduced to just one place right now.
“Hyung, hyung, oh god, please hyung, harder hyung...” Eunhyuk’s voice sounds so fucking good, all whispering and pleading and Tablo thinks absently that ooh, fangirls would fucking die if they heard his voice like this before he does as Eunhyuk wants, harder and harder, and Eunhyuk finally lets out a sound that Tablo’s never going to forget, a sigh and a moan and his name all rolled into one, and he’s coming, his hand wrapped around this cock because oops, Tablo fucking forgot to touch him, but he can only feel slightly sorry because as Eunhyuk cums, his body tightens and ohfuckdidhegethotter? and Tablo doesn’t last any longer then Eunhyuk does.
When he can think again, he’s wrapped against Eunhyuk’s back, Eunhyuk who’s still panting and shaking, and he pulls out slowly, making him sigh.
Tablo pulls Eunhyuk straight, pulls the kid into his arms and buries his face against his neck.
He thinks that maybe this is love, this feeling that anything and everything he does from now on won’t equal this moment, the way Eunhyuk feels in his arms right now. He thinks about the months and weeks of craving and wanting and thinking that he’ll never get what he wants more than life itself. He thinks that maybe this is a Disney movie, a fucking messed up one where Prince Charming doesn’t fall for the Princess, but the court bard instead.
Tablo grins, and he thinks that maybe he thinks too much, like Eunhyuk said before. His eyes are getting heavier, his body feels so good and almost like jelly, and damnit, he’ll be philosophical later, because Eunhyuk’s fallen asleep, his breathing steady and soft, and now what Tablo wants most in the world is to take Eunhyuk to bed and sleep together for eternity and a few days after.
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eunhyuk and Tablo!
Warnings(?): smutt. xD and Tablo likes to cuss a lot?
Note: Apparently, now that I've started writing smut, I can't stop writing smut? xD So hooray for my second ever smut! And I totally listened to "A Man In Love" while writing this, and "Fan" too, and I htink "Fan" fits a lot better. Weird? And "A Man in Love" sounds better with the fic "Fan". IDEK.
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It’s been weeks since Tablo’s last seen Eunhyuk, and what do they go when they get together? They go to the same street cart they always go to, where the lady who runs it always gives them a conspiratorial grin and seats them at the table at the very corner of the tent, usually hidden in shadows, and they drink soju and eat spicy rice cakes and talk about everything and anything like it’s been only hours since they last met.
This kind of thing throws Tablo off. He’s used to being awkward around people, to the point where he thinks that maybe he’s just more comfortable being awkward, but with Eunhyuk, he doesn’t have to monitor his words, doesn’t have to feel stupid about anything he says, because Eunhyuk is just a little kid that thinks he’s great, and he could say just about anything and the boy would approve.
Of course he’s heard all the new talk about how wow, i’ve never noticed before how much you two look alike and you guys look like brothers, it’s so strange and he’s like a little you, man. Which, frankly, Tablo hates hearing because no matter how off he can be sometimes, he does not like hearing that the kid he has frequent wet dreams about could be his little brother.
Eunhyuk raises a glass to him, and he leans forwards like he has the habit of doing, and grins at him. “What are you thinking about, hyung?”
Tablo stares at him and the words running through his mind -oh, I’m just thinking about how much I want to bend you over this table and- are most definitely not the ones he can say out loud so he just laughs and grins. “Just wondering if you ever grow, you look exactly the same since I last say you. Don’t those twelve other boys feed you? Growing kid like you needs to eat.” He drinks his own soju. Talking to Eunhyuk like a kid helps him remember that he is just a kid.
He leans over just a little to reach the rice cakes that Eunhyuk’s grabbed again, and so misses the look that flashes in Eunhyuk’s eyes.
Tablo remembers being back in America, and being in college, and being asked about the occasional dirty deed and responding with a laugh and a “Sorry dude, but not my style.” And now he’s here and everything that wasn’t his style, well, somewhere along the way it must’ve changed and become his style because he can’t stop thinking about another dude’s cock. Adding on that the other dude is six years younger makes him feel all kinds of horrible.
Really, he really couldn’t figure it out. When did girls with long legs and curvy bodies become boring to him? When did girls with short legs and lean bodies get boring? When did grinning eyes and a big wide mouth and tanned skin and the slight scent of sweat and cologne become so sexy and irresistible? He kind of really hated himself right now, because man this was not how he was supposed to act.
At the very least, he was supposed to be an artistic freedom fighter, in love with the music that flowed from his fingertips and standing up for the liberty of speech and all that other romantic imagery it was so easy to write about… Not a man lusting after a kid with a sweet voice and all kinds of hidden potential.
Maybe he just wanted to teach the kid, huh? Maybe what he really wanted to do was take the kid under his wing and show him what music was all about, and all the fantasies came out of months of forced abstinence as he worked on the new album? That must be it. Well, okay, he’s not going to get better without helping himself, so from now on, he’s not going to think about Eunhyuk shirtless on his lap or Eunhyuk on his knees with his mouth full off- Starting now, starting now, he wasn’t going to think about it any more.
The idea sounds so good to Tablo that he takes another drink and grins up at Eunhyuk, who’s staring down at his glass with a look on his face that Tablo recognizes as his “I’ve got something to say and when I figure out the right way to say it, someone going to get an earful” look that he usually only has when he’s surrounded by the other members and they’re teasing him for something or another. “Yo kid, what’s with the face?” He bites into his rice cake, and it’s warmth against his tongue is nice and distracting from the thoughts that are already creeping back into his brain, despite the fact that he just resolved not to think about it.
“Hyung, do you really see me as a kid?” Eunhyuk’s voice is strong and steady and so are his eyes as he looks up at him, fingers absently moving up and down on their first empty soju bottle. Tablo has to remind himself of the resolution he’s just made, and he keep his eyes firmly above Eunhyuk’s neck, forcing himself to think about the question.
Did he really see Eunhyuk as a kid? Not when he was on stage, rapping, performing, doing what he knew best. In those moments, Tablo knew that the kid wasn’t a kid. It was only times like these, when Eunhyuk asked him wide-eyed questions like that and he said hyung in that tone of voice.
“Not really… Just sometimes… Truthfully, a lot of times you remind me of a kid brother that I’ve got to watch over.” Tablo grins after giving his answers, no matter how much it hurts to lie to the kid, even it was for his own good. Tablo wished he could see him as a kid brother.
“Mhmmm…” Eunhyuk nods, watches him thoughtfully. It makes Tablo slightly nervous for some reason, and he downs another glass of soju, and then another one, and then another one until he feels a warm buss at the pit of his stomach.
He reaches out for another glass, but Eunhyuk’s hand comes down on his, stopping him, and Tablo looks up with a raise of his eyebrow, meeting Eunhyuk’s slightly amused eyes. “Yes?”
“You shouldn’t drink too much, hyung.”
Tablo laughs and leans back in his chair, and tries not to think about the warmth of Eunhyuk’s hand on his, which has totally ruined his just-getting-tipsy state and sobered him up quick. “Why not? I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow, you don’t have anywhere to be. Let’s drink and be merry, yeah?”
Eunhyuk laughs. “Hyung, if you drink, you won’t be able to do what you promised.”
“What I promised?” Tablo raises an eyebrow at him, confused. “What did I promise? I don’t remember anything...”
“You don’t? I feel hurt.” Eunhyuk puts a hand over his heart dramatically, and even though Tablo doesn’t know what he talking about, it’s cute and funny and he can’t help but laugh softly. “Remember the last time we went drinking? You kind of passed out, and I took you home...” He leaned in towards Tablo, and Tablo leans towards him too, grinning. He knew he tended to ramble when he was drunk, he probably promised Eunhyuk he’d buy him a car or something like that. Eunhyuk bit his bottom lips for a second, then squeezed his hand. “And you promised me that you’d bend me over the balcony of your room and fuck me harder then anyone I’ve ever been with or dreamed about.”
“…WHAT?”
Tablo jerks back in his seat, but he can’t go far because Eunhyuk, who’s surprisingly strong all of a sudden, won’t let go of his hand, and keeps grinning at him, except that the grin wasn’t his usual cute happy grin, but something darker and new that made Tablo’s stomach twist.
“Oh, I guess you really don’t remember…” Eunhyuk laughs. “But I remember every word. You grabbed me by the waist and you whispered all this in my ear, and kissed my neck… And yeah, then you passed out… But you know, hyung, I really can’t stand people that don’t keep promises. I mean, I was really shocked at first, and I had to think about it a lot, but when I did, I realized hat I really do want you do to do all those things to me… I hadn’t realized it before, but getting fucked on a balcony seems to be something that makes me really excited.” He lets out a small chuckle and Tablo’s sure he’s going to have to quit Epik High right now because he’s lost his voice and he’s no good to Mithra and Tukutz if he can’t rap.
He can’t really be hearing this, he thinks, because, there’s just no way. Things like this come true only in movies. What are the fucking chances that the boy he really wants to screw totally wants to screw him back? This wasn’t a fucking Disney movie (which, now that he thinks about it, he can kind of imagine a gay Aladdin) and happy endings only happen when characters are pixilated or drawn. Tablo’s a skeptic, he doesn’t really believe in things coming true anymore, not suddenly like this.
“You know, hyung, you think way too much. Stop thinking and let’s go, okay? I’ve been thinking about what you promised all night and I’m really hard and I really want to see if you’re as good as you said you were.” Eunhyuk lets go of his hand and stands up, grinning down at him. “And anyways, what’s the harm? If you’re really drunk and this is a dream, then nothing happens. If this is real though, then you’re really giving up a good chance. I’m pretty hot, you know.” He grins again and walks out of the tent laughing, bowing to the owner and handing her money to pay for the food, and receiving a pat on his cheek for being so cute.
Tablo sits and thinks for a moment, but he can’t find anything wrong in anything Eunhyuk said, and next thing he knows, he’s running out after Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk’s leaning against Tablo’s car, and Tablo catches his scared, unsure, worried look before he’s hiding it again in that confident grin he’s been wearing.
Tablo pushes him against the car harder, grabs his face in his hands to look into his eyes. “If I’m going to fuck you, then get rid of the ‘I know exactly what I’m doing’ act. I like you better when you’re not so fucking cocky.” Eunhyuk says nothing, only looks up at him for a few moments, and then he’s sighing, and his hands on Tablo’s waist are shaking.
“God, I was thinking that I was completely wrong and you really weren’t going to and -“ His rush of words are stopped by Tablo’s mouth moving hard ad fast against his, and Tablo loves the way his hands come up to cover his own on his face.
Eunhyuk taste like soju and the rice cakes, and Tablo gets a jolt of pleasure at that, because Eunhyuk tastes realistic and not like chocolate or vanilla or honey or some other romance crap. His tongue moves just right with his, and there goes his dancer’s body, rolling his hips against Tablo’s. Tablo frees a hand to worm in quickly into Eunhyuk’s tight white pants, and his cock is warm and hard against his fingers, and Eunhyuk sounds like a cat purring as he leans his weight more on the car. His arms wrap around Tablo’s neck and Tablo really really really likes the way he moves against his hand and if this is a dream, it’s the best fucking dream in the world.
“We’re gonna get caught out here,” Eunhyuk breathes out, and Tablo is tempted to say who the fuck cares and get on with learning more about what Eunhyuk does when he moves his hand like this, but he dimly realizes that even if he doesn’t care if his career is gone or not, Eunhyuk does, and he’s not going to risk it, not ever, not with Eunhyuk. So he pulls away, and Eunhyuk’s wide mouth is pink and his lips are slightly swollen and he’s looking cute and uncertain, not like the confident strange he was only minutes ago, and this make Tablo even harder. So he practically shoves Eunhyuk into the passenger seat, and Eunhyuk’s laughing as he slides into the driver’s seat.
The drive to his apartment seems like only seconds, maybe because Eunhyuk has dangerously attached himself to Tablo’s side and his mouth to his neck.
They manage to keep their hands off of any private parts as they walk into the apartment leaning against each other, and the security guard just grins and shakes his head, thinking that the two of them were drunk. Tablo gives him a grin in return. “We’re celebrating! Whoooo!”
Eunhyuk joins in, laughing loudly and “stumbling” against Tablo, pressing just right into the erection Tablo’s really trying to hide. He laughs again and waves at the security guard, and Tablo laughs too, but as soon as the elevator doors close behind them, he kisses Eunhyuk hard, almost bruising, punishment for being a tease. Eunhyuk just kisses him back, grinning, running his hands up and down his back. They break apart after a couple of floors, faces red and grinning, and when the elevator stops at their floor and an older woman gets on, she thinks they’re drunk too.
Eunhyuk throws an arm around Tablo’s neck as they exit, and starts singing at the top of his lungs, some old hip-hop song Tablo can’t remember the name of, but can remember every word of, and the woman shakes her head too, but this time not in amusement.
Getting inside his apartment is another complication, because even though Tablo hasn’t drunk much, what he has had, and the excitement running up and down makes his hands shake. Eunhyuk rubbing up against his ass isn’t helping much either. It takes the fourth try to get the keys in, and then they’re finally falling into the room, and Tablo wastes no time in slamming Eunhyuk up against the wall and kissing and grinding and just drinking up the sounds that Eunhyuk makes.
He doesn’t even remember how they managed to take their clothes off, but the next time he can really think, he’s up against the door, and Eunhyuk’s on his knees, and he’s eyeing his cock like it’s a damned lollipop. Tablo sinks his hands into his hair, and watches with his mouth slightly open as Eunhyuk takes him and OHFUCKOHFUCKHISMOUTHISHOT and Eunhyuk’s dong something amazing with his tongue. He can’t get him all the way in this mouth, so he uses his hands to touch what he can’t, and that just makes Tablo’s knees weak.
After all this time, all the dreams and guilty feelings, here he is, and Eunhyuk looks like an angel and a hooker all rolled into one delicious package with his pretty mouth stretched wide and his half-lidded eyes looking up at him with all the temptation of damned fucking Eve in his eyes.
It’s soon, too soon before Tablo can feel the tingling at the base of his spine that means he’s close, and he has to pull Eunhyuk up, kissing his wet mouth before he can complain, like he can see he wants to.
“Did you forget about the balcony?” Tablo whispers in his ear, and hell he doesn’t know why he’s whispering when he was making the loudest fucking noises just seconds ago, but he does it anyway, and it apparently doesn’t offend Eunhyuk in any way because his lean body shakes as he shakes his head.
Tablo grins, and reaches down to grab Eunhyuk’s neglected cock, and godfuckingyes, he making the noises that Tablo been dreaming about. He laughs as Eunhyuk’s eyes start to fall closed, and before Eunhyuk can let himself loose into the touch, he starts walking backwards. Eunhyuk’s eyes snap open, and of course he has to follow, because Tablo’s got a good firm grip on his package, and damn Tablo really likes the surprised and amused look in his eyes.
“I’m not dog, you know.” Eunhyuk raises his arms above his head as he walks, brings them down to slide down his chest.
Tablo just laughs, because all his wet dreams are coming true, and he has a feeling that anything he says now will be corny and laughable.
When they reach the glass doors leading to the balcony, Tablo lets go of Eunhyuk’s cock and takes his hands instead, hauling him up against him and kissing him again as they step out. The night air isn’t hot, but it’s not exactly cool either. It’s warm and coy and it seems to envelop them in some kind of slow sluggish glow that makes it seem all too surreal.
Tablo pushes Eunhyuk against the balcony railing, and Eunhyuk runs his tongue against his bottom lip. For a second, Tablo doesn’t touch him, he wants to just look at him, take him in. He’s all long legs and lean body, his arms just lightly tanner then the rest of the body, and Tablo knows that before the night is over, he’s going to find all of Eunhyuk’s tan lines and trace them with tongue. Eunhyuk watches him with happy eyes, content eyes that are nonetheless full of want and need, and Tablo realizes that he could write whole albums on just that look alone.
He reaches quietly and brushes his fingers against Eunhyuk’s cheek, down his neck. Eunhyuk’s eyes close, and he braces his hands behind him on the railing. Tablo’s fingers fall down his chest, down to his stomach, the line of his pelvic bones. He’s never thought about sucking Eunhyuk off before, and yeah, he knows that that’s selfish, but now that he’s staring at Eunhyuk’s cock, he suddenly wants to, really badly, right there and then.
He’s never done this before, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he sinks to his knees, a lot less graceful then Eunhyuk, he thinks, and he reaches out and wraps his hands around him. Eunhyuk lets out a soft sigh. “You don’t have to, hyung…” he starts to say, but Tablo cuts him off when he closes his eyes and closes his mouth over him.
He doesn’t quite know if he likes the taste of it or not, but the feeling of Eunhyuk hot and heavy on his tongue is definitely something he likes, very much. He copies what Eunhyuk’s done to him, what girls have done in the past, and he’s got no idea if he’s going good or not until Eunhyuk groans and holds onto his hair. Tablo feels an urge of pride for making Eunhyuk sound like that, and it makes him suck harder, tongue longer, take in more and more.
Eunhyuk’s making soft little noises at the back of this throat, and he tugs on Tablo’s hair. When Tablo lets him fall from his mouth, Eunhyuk groans and tugs on his hair again, pulling up, and Tablo stands to have Eunhyuk throw his arms around him and kiss him with a mouth that doesn’t quite taste like anything, now that the taste of alcohol and rice cakes have faded. Tablo think that he still tastes like heaven.
“I can’t hold it anymore, hyung, remember your promise, okay?” Eunhyuk talks into his mouth before he’s spinning around, and he’s bending against the railing, shuddering, looking over at Tablo with hazy eyes. “Hurry hyung, please...” His voice is so soft and pleading, Tablo couldn’t deny him if he wanted.
He presses his body close to his, runs a hand over his ass. Eunhyuk makes that little sigh again and rests his head against the railing. Tablo belatedly realizes that he’d got no lube, and only a dim general idea of what to do next. Eunhyuk probably doesn’t know a thing either, and anyways, he’d feel like a dumbass asking him. So he takes what he does know and runs with it.
“Suck…” He runs his fingers over Eunhyuk’s mouth, and he opens without a sound. His tongue running over his fingers and between them and his mouth sucking is driving Tablo higher and higher and damn, is it all the rapping that makes his mouth that good?
Tablo pulls his fingers away and Eunhyuk looks back at him over his shoulder, and when Tablo runs his fingers down the crack of his ass, he shudders and his eyes flutter. It’s easy enough to find the hole, and damn, that’s warm too, does the kid have a whole furnace stuck in his body?
The first two fingers go in surprisingly easy, and Eunhyuk breathes in and out, in and out. Tablo runs his free hand over the small of his back, across his stomach, and Eunhyuk’s so tight against his fingers.
It takes a moment, but soon Eunhyuk is pushing back against his fingers, saying something under his breath that Tablo can’t catch, but it’s still sexy as hell anyways. A third finger, it’s the fourth one that’s in when Tablo pushes against something that makes Eunhyuk let out a strangled yelp and push back suddenly, his head jerking up from his arms. His eyes are wide as he looks back at Tablo, and Tablo grins and pushes again, and Eunhyuk’s whole body jerks.
“Oh god, hyung, don’t, hurry, please hyung, please…” He’s pleading and pushing back and well damn, Tablo’s got to do what he says, because he’s just got that kind of power over him. He lets his fingers slide out, and Eunhyuk shudders again, until Tablo guides his cock to where it’s supposed to go, and his body goes suddenly and absolutely still. Tablo can’t breathe, and everything around him seems so loud, and he can hear the cars down below, and the city lights are so bright and Eunhyuk’s whispering becomes just a little louder, and Tablo realizes that the kid is whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you” into the night air, and he feels his entire body shudder.
He pushes in, slowly. Eunhyuk still stays still, and Tablo doesn’t know if it hurts or not, but suddenly Eunhyuk’s reaching back to grab his hips and pull him suddenly forward. So Tablo is just there, and he has to blink his eyes to keep from blanking out, his fingers tight on Eunhyuk’s waist. Everything is warm and tight and burning and the way Eunhyuk pants is endearing.
“Move, hyung,” Eunhyuk grunts at him. Tablo does, slow at first, but he can’t keep his control for that long, because he’s been dreaming about his for forever and a day. He pushes in faster, harder, deeper, with Eunhyuk moaning and groaning and pushing back against him, his hands on the balcony railing startlingly white and pale in the night.
They sound like a symphony, and Tablo could probably think of a dozen ways to turn this into a song, if only his world wasn’t reduced to just one place right now.
“Hyung, hyung, oh god, please hyung, harder hyung...” Eunhyuk’s voice sounds so fucking good, all whispering and pleading and Tablo thinks absently that ooh, fangirls would fucking die if they heard his voice like this before he does as Eunhyuk wants, harder and harder, and Eunhyuk finally lets out a sound that Tablo’s never going to forget, a sigh and a moan and his name all rolled into one, and he’s coming, his hand wrapped around this cock because oops, Tablo fucking forgot to touch him, but he can only feel slightly sorry because as Eunhyuk cums, his body tightens and ohfuckdidhegethotter? and Tablo doesn’t last any longer then Eunhyuk does.
When he can think again, he’s wrapped against Eunhyuk’s back, Eunhyuk who’s still panting and shaking, and he pulls out slowly, making him sigh.
Tablo pulls Eunhyuk straight, pulls the kid into his arms and buries his face against his neck.
He thinks that maybe this is love, this feeling that anything and everything he does from now on won’t equal this moment, the way Eunhyuk feels in his arms right now. He thinks about the months and weeks of craving and wanting and thinking that he’ll never get what he wants more than life itself. He thinks that maybe this is a Disney movie, a fucking messed up one where Prince Charming doesn’t fall for the Princess, but the court bard instead.
Tablo grins, and he thinks that maybe he thinks too much, like Eunhyuk said before. His eyes are getting heavier, his body feels so good and almost like jelly, and damnit, he’ll be philosophical later, because Eunhyuk’s fallen asleep, his breathing steady and soft, and now what Tablo wants most in the world is to take Eunhyuk to bed and sleep together for eternity and a few days after.