to infinity & beyond (daniel/myungsoo)
to infinity & beyond.
dansoo. (yes daniel from dmtn and myungsoo from infinite). r. kinda sexy. ~2,150 words.
YES I KNOW THIS BREAKS ALL SORTS OF ISSUES IN TERMS OF THE SCANDAL AND TIMELINE. So we can all just pretend and enjoy them, right? Right. ♥
( "Hey. D'ya wanna come over?"
"Of course, hyung. Is everything alright?"
"Huh? Yeah. Hyungdeul are out for the night and-"
"Give me twenty minutes." )
Myungsoo knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he's slipping into his tennis shoes and wrapping a scarf around his neck before tugging on his coat. There's schedule to think about, there's comeback to think about, but the only thing on his mind is Daniel, seeing Daniel, spending time with Daniel. He's grateful for the short journey, what was originally meant to be only twenty minutes turning into something around thirty-five because he stops by the market to pick up a random array of food. Just in case.
Eventually he's outside DMTN's apartment, one hand balled into a fist to knock on the door and the other still clutching tightly onto the bag of snacks. He knows the code to get in, a few simple presses and he could let himself inside, but Myungsoo always suffers from the internal debate of what lines he should cross, and when. In the end, he ends up doing both, first knocking and then entering the code, stepping inside just as he sees Daniel come out of his bedroom to answer the door.
Their greetings are always short, a quick hug that sometimes lingers for a moment too long and one of them murmuring a low hello against the other's ear to send shivers down his spine. This time, it's Daniel, his hands slipping past Myungsoo's coat, urging it off his shoulders as he chuckles. "Stop acting like a stranger. Take this off and stay a while." The sudden feel of warm fingertips against his bare bicep makes Myungsoo drop the bag of snacks and he laughs, embarrassed as Daniel goes to hang up his coat.
Despite the little time Myungsoo has been here, the DMTN house feels like a second home to him. He knows where everything is without having to double check, leaving Daniel on the living room floor as he gets up to go wash his hands in the kitchen. Myungsoo comes back with two beers to see Daniel closer to the coffee table, the snacks dumped out next to him on the floor. "Just how hungry did you think we're gonna get," he asks, Myungsoo taking note of how he tilts his head and how his eyes disappear into a perfect eyesmile when he grins. His heart skips a beat (or maybe two) and he's flustered again, stammering through a few unfinished sentences before giving up and sitting across from him on the floor.
( Myungsoo didn't want to admit he assumed anything by how Daniel called him. Most nights are spent doing stupid things like building a blanket fort in the living room or a drinking game that included Guitar Hero. There was the time after watching Toy Story Myungsoo had the drunken idea to go get tattoos, but thankfully the rest of DMTN returned home, Simon putting a stop to it once Daniel accidentally spilled the plan. )
Daniel doesn't own a pipe; it's too dangerous despite the ease of use. He keeps an empty cigarette box to store everything he needs, the papers and the small bag full of green dumped out on the coffee table. Myungsoo watches curiously, his hands gripping the edge of the table, only looking up when Daniel speaks. "You sure about this? It's different than a contact high." It's endearing to Myungsoo that Daniel picks now out of all of the times to act like a hyung instead of a reckless friend who wants to show him a side to life he's never experienced. He silently nods in reply, a hand lifting only to bring his bottle of beer to his lips, hoping the alcohol coursing through his veins only helps to calm his nerves.
Daniel walks him through it from start to finish. He sits next to Myungsoo, even holding the joint with one hand, his other arm wrapped around his waist, murmuring words of encouragement as Myungsoo finally takes the plunge. The first hit, Myungsoo coughs, cringing at the taste and he hates how the only sound he hears is Daniel's laughter, gently chiding him for being over-zealous. He's now three hits in, Daniel taking ones of his own after Myungsoo each time and while the taste is still gross on his tongue, his mind is swarming with thoughts and ideas.
( The first time Myungsoo got high was second hand. Dongwoo and Simon chatted about ridiculous things and Myungsoo eventually passed out with his head in Daniel's lap. He had experienced the whole paranoia, the panic and fear of getting caught, but who would suspect them, Dongwoo reminded him, curing him of his worries. )
After the cloudiness seems to fade, Myungsoo just feels calm. He feels giggly too, laughing at everything, including how he keeps missing Daniel's mouth when he tries to throw Skittles into it. He's unable to cope with the mess, moving onto his hands and knees, crawling toward the older as his hands rub along the carpet, trying to find the fallen candy. He manages to find three of them, but Myungsoo knows there's more and he lets out a soft, frustrated whine before he notices the hand trailing down his back.
"Stop. Leave it, Myungsoo," Daniel says when his hand reaches the hem of Myungsoo's shirt, fingers slipping past the thin fabric so they could trace along the bare skin of Myungsoo's lower back. "Just leave it." Myungsoo wonders if it's the fact that he's high, but he swears Daniel's voice is lower and there's a sexiness to it that Myungsoo is unsure he's willing to admit he hears. He's too caught up in that fact to notice Daniel coaxing him on to his back, only catching on when the older is straddling him at the waist. His arms are pinned, Daniel keeping him down by his hands wrapped around Myungsoo's wrists. The restriction causes Myungsoo to shift, wiggling underneath the older's grip because he doesn't want to be confined. He wants to touch, to lift up Daniel's shirt so he can watch how muscles expand and contract.
( Myungsoo realises then that he thinks he likes being high. It causes his brain to give him wild imagery he never thought to be possible. It's no wonder Daniel has no problems with it and he can't help but wonder why there is such a negative stigma. He also is terribly hungry and oddly fascinated by how Daniel's tattoos look in the dim light. It's as if he can't sate his curiosity and he struggles with trying to formulate some sort of coherent thought. )
The younger gets his wish, Daniel happily obliging when Myungsoo's hands are finally free and they both roam along the taut muscles of Daniel's chest. He's envious, but for no good reason as it's his own fault for slacking off at the gym, turning his once defined abs to ones that could use a little work. It doesn't seem as if Daniel minds, ridding Myungsoo of his shirt before leaning down, mere centimetres away from Myungsoo's face. Despite having trouble remembering the real names of colours or reading the text on Daniel's t-shirt, Myungsoo can remember each and every time something similar to this moment has happened. Normally it ends here, before it even begins, and Myungsoo is waiting for Daniel to have his change of heart and to disappear for ten minutes, likely to take care of the growing problem in between his legs. If he could, he would try to stop his heart from racing or even attempt to speak, but the only thing he does is part his lips to breathe.
It's sudden, but Myungsoo feels a pair of lips press against his own, moving in an uncertain way that Myungsoo could only describe as terrified, but he doesn't want it to stop. One of his arms lifts, seeking purchase in Daniel's hair and he grips tightly to the strands as a soft sound of approval escapes into Daniel's mouth. Instinctively, his hips arch off the floor to meet Daniel's and soon they're in a hasty rhythmic session of grinding that is only providing barely enough friction for anything good. This is far from ideal, but Myungsoo has wanted something like this for so long, keeping his feelings tucked away into the far corners of his heart and mind. He wants Daniel, craves him, Myungsoo would go as so far to say he needs him, but he knows that's the obsessive part of his personality talking.
Daniel's voice continues to sit in the lower register with every hushed groan and Myungsoo only wants to hear more of it. He tilts his head back, eyes squeezed shut and his body shudders when he feels Daniel nip at the side of his neck, moaning when he feels lips and tongue trace along the column of his throat. The sensory overload is overwhelming and Myungsoo can't deny his own arousal, even when he hears Daniel chuckle.
( It's more he feels it, lips pressed against his neck and the older's body shaking slightly as if he knows he'll laugh too loudly if he doesn't restrain himself. )
At some point, Myungsoo isn't sure when, they pull themselves onto the couch and Myungsoo's left shoulder hurts from when he accidentally hit the coffee table when Daniel tried to pull him up. It's quickly forgiven because Daniel presses kisses to the spot, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. They haphazardly got out of their pants and boxers, the fabric pooled near their ankles and Myungsoo feels like he's back in high school trying to learn the ropes with a girl who was a friend of the family. His own hand hastily moves in between their bodies, curling around the two hardened lengths but it still isn't enough for either of them, despite the sounds escaping from both their mouths.
It's easy to notice Daniel's own need with how his teeth drag along the expanse of skin at Myungsoo's collarbone, the younger's hand faltering when he feels Daniel's mouth pressed against the shell of his ear. Myungsoo thinks Daniel suggested moving and he nods dumbly, his voice long gone. He would claim it from being he's simply overwhelmed, but in all actuality, it's far more than that.
There's a scramble to pick up clothes and Myungsoo swears he was wearing both socks when he left the apartment, but he can only find one. He forgets about it, cradling the pile of clothing in one arm while the other stays in Daniel's hair as the other guides him to his room. They're in a messy liplock, one that nearly has them colliding into the wall instead of the door to Daniel's bedroom and the shock of the wall hitting his back causes Myungsoo to drop the clothes. Now that his hands are free, they drop to Daniel's hipbones and he grips tightly, pulling the older closer to him as his own hips roll forward.
( It's ridiculous how forward he can be now, even with the haze of his high fading to nothingness. Myungsoo wonders if Daniel is just as sober when he commands Myungsoo to his bed, haphazardly kicking the pile of clothes into his room. )
With the door shut and locked, it doesn't take long for Daniel to reach his bed, a knee pressing into the mattress before he crawls up, straddling Myungsoo once again. Eventually, Daniel moves in between Myungsoo's knee-bent legs, fingers slick with lubricant and for a moment, Myungsoo wishes he were a little more of the side of inebriated because even with Daniel telling him to relax, his body feels tense with the intrusion.
Myungsoo laughs when Daniel is flush against him mostly because of what is coming out of the older's mouth. It only causes Daniel to fluster more and Myungsoo feels like he could still somehow win the war of who can embarrass the other the most. Maybe.
( He thinks Daniel's, "wait. Wait. Are we doin' this right," is the best though because even Daniel laughed the moment after the words passed his lips. It's answered physically, Myungsoo pulling him down for a kiss and lifting his body just enough up off the mattress. )
When they're finished, Myungsoo instantly feels tired, eyes unable to stay open even with the (not-so) soft coaxing from Daniel. He's nearly asleep, barely hearing the knock on the door or feeling the dull sensation of Daniel moving off his bed to go open it. He knows people are talking, but even if it concerns him, Myungsoo is too caught up in the act of eventual sleep to care.
( "Open your window," Simon says with a hint of amused disinterest in his voice. "And can you tell him to make sure he picks up everything next time?" Daniel can only laugh sheepishly as his hands reach out for not only the lost sock, but Myungsoo's abandoned pair of boxers, along with Daniel's cigarette pack. )
dansoo. (yes daniel from dmtn and myungsoo from infinite). r. kinda sexy. ~2,150 words.
YES I KNOW THIS BREAKS ALL SORTS OF ISSUES IN TERMS OF THE SCANDAL AND TIMELINE. So we can all just pretend and enjoy them, right? Right. ♥
( "Hey. D'ya wanna come over?"
"Of course, hyung. Is everything alright?"
"Huh? Yeah. Hyungdeul are out for the night and-"
"Give me twenty minutes." )
Myungsoo knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he's slipping into his tennis shoes and wrapping a scarf around his neck before tugging on his coat. There's schedule to think about, there's comeback to think about, but the only thing on his mind is Daniel, seeing Daniel, spending time with Daniel. He's grateful for the short journey, what was originally meant to be only twenty minutes turning into something around thirty-five because he stops by the market to pick up a random array of food. Just in case.
Eventually he's outside DMTN's apartment, one hand balled into a fist to knock on the door and the other still clutching tightly onto the bag of snacks. He knows the code to get in, a few simple presses and he could let himself inside, but Myungsoo always suffers from the internal debate of what lines he should cross, and when. In the end, he ends up doing both, first knocking and then entering the code, stepping inside just as he sees Daniel come out of his bedroom to answer the door.
Their greetings are always short, a quick hug that sometimes lingers for a moment too long and one of them murmuring a low hello against the other's ear to send shivers down his spine. This time, it's Daniel, his hands slipping past Myungsoo's coat, urging it off his shoulders as he chuckles. "Stop acting like a stranger. Take this off and stay a while." The sudden feel of warm fingertips against his bare bicep makes Myungsoo drop the bag of snacks and he laughs, embarrassed as Daniel goes to hang up his coat.
Despite the little time Myungsoo has been here, the DMTN house feels like a second home to him. He knows where everything is without having to double check, leaving Daniel on the living room floor as he gets up to go wash his hands in the kitchen. Myungsoo comes back with two beers to see Daniel closer to the coffee table, the snacks dumped out next to him on the floor. "Just how hungry did you think we're gonna get," he asks, Myungsoo taking note of how he tilts his head and how his eyes disappear into a perfect eyesmile when he grins. His heart skips a beat (or maybe two) and he's flustered again, stammering through a few unfinished sentences before giving up and sitting across from him on the floor.
( Myungsoo didn't want to admit he assumed anything by how Daniel called him. Most nights are spent doing stupid things like building a blanket fort in the living room or a drinking game that included Guitar Hero. There was the time after watching Toy Story Myungsoo had the drunken idea to go get tattoos, but thankfully the rest of DMTN returned home, Simon putting a stop to it once Daniel accidentally spilled the plan. )
Daniel doesn't own a pipe; it's too dangerous despite the ease of use. He keeps an empty cigarette box to store everything he needs, the papers and the small bag full of green dumped out on the coffee table. Myungsoo watches curiously, his hands gripping the edge of the table, only looking up when Daniel speaks. "You sure about this? It's different than a contact high." It's endearing to Myungsoo that Daniel picks now out of all of the times to act like a hyung instead of a reckless friend who wants to show him a side to life he's never experienced. He silently nods in reply, a hand lifting only to bring his bottle of beer to his lips, hoping the alcohol coursing through his veins only helps to calm his nerves.
Daniel walks him through it from start to finish. He sits next to Myungsoo, even holding the joint with one hand, his other arm wrapped around his waist, murmuring words of encouragement as Myungsoo finally takes the plunge. The first hit, Myungsoo coughs, cringing at the taste and he hates how the only sound he hears is Daniel's laughter, gently chiding him for being over-zealous. He's now three hits in, Daniel taking ones of his own after Myungsoo each time and while the taste is still gross on his tongue, his mind is swarming with thoughts and ideas.
( The first time Myungsoo got high was second hand. Dongwoo and Simon chatted about ridiculous things and Myungsoo eventually passed out with his head in Daniel's lap. He had experienced the whole paranoia, the panic and fear of getting caught, but who would suspect them, Dongwoo reminded him, curing him of his worries. )
After the cloudiness seems to fade, Myungsoo just feels calm. He feels giggly too, laughing at everything, including how he keeps missing Daniel's mouth when he tries to throw Skittles into it. He's unable to cope with the mess, moving onto his hands and knees, crawling toward the older as his hands rub along the carpet, trying to find the fallen candy. He manages to find three of them, but Myungsoo knows there's more and he lets out a soft, frustrated whine before he notices the hand trailing down his back.
"Stop. Leave it, Myungsoo," Daniel says when his hand reaches the hem of Myungsoo's shirt, fingers slipping past the thin fabric so they could trace along the bare skin of Myungsoo's lower back. "Just leave it." Myungsoo wonders if it's the fact that he's high, but he swears Daniel's voice is lower and there's a sexiness to it that Myungsoo is unsure he's willing to admit he hears. He's too caught up in that fact to notice Daniel coaxing him on to his back, only catching on when the older is straddling him at the waist. His arms are pinned, Daniel keeping him down by his hands wrapped around Myungsoo's wrists. The restriction causes Myungsoo to shift, wiggling underneath the older's grip because he doesn't want to be confined. He wants to touch, to lift up Daniel's shirt so he can watch how muscles expand and contract.
( Myungsoo realises then that he thinks he likes being high. It causes his brain to give him wild imagery he never thought to be possible. It's no wonder Daniel has no problems with it and he can't help but wonder why there is such a negative stigma. He also is terribly hungry and oddly fascinated by how Daniel's tattoos look in the dim light. It's as if he can't sate his curiosity and he struggles with trying to formulate some sort of coherent thought. )
The younger gets his wish, Daniel happily obliging when Myungsoo's hands are finally free and they both roam along the taut muscles of Daniel's chest. He's envious, but for no good reason as it's his own fault for slacking off at the gym, turning his once defined abs to ones that could use a little work. It doesn't seem as if Daniel minds, ridding Myungsoo of his shirt before leaning down, mere centimetres away from Myungsoo's face. Despite having trouble remembering the real names of colours or reading the text on Daniel's t-shirt, Myungsoo can remember each and every time something similar to this moment has happened. Normally it ends here, before it even begins, and Myungsoo is waiting for Daniel to have his change of heart and to disappear for ten minutes, likely to take care of the growing problem in between his legs. If he could, he would try to stop his heart from racing or even attempt to speak, but the only thing he does is part his lips to breathe.
It's sudden, but Myungsoo feels a pair of lips press against his own, moving in an uncertain way that Myungsoo could only describe as terrified, but he doesn't want it to stop. One of his arms lifts, seeking purchase in Daniel's hair and he grips tightly to the strands as a soft sound of approval escapes into Daniel's mouth. Instinctively, his hips arch off the floor to meet Daniel's and soon they're in a hasty rhythmic session of grinding that is only providing barely enough friction for anything good. This is far from ideal, but Myungsoo has wanted something like this for so long, keeping his feelings tucked away into the far corners of his heart and mind. He wants Daniel, craves him, Myungsoo would go as so far to say he needs him, but he knows that's the obsessive part of his personality talking.
Daniel's voice continues to sit in the lower register with every hushed groan and Myungsoo only wants to hear more of it. He tilts his head back, eyes squeezed shut and his body shudders when he feels Daniel nip at the side of his neck, moaning when he feels lips and tongue trace along the column of his throat. The sensory overload is overwhelming and Myungsoo can't deny his own arousal, even when he hears Daniel chuckle.
( It's more he feels it, lips pressed against his neck and the older's body shaking slightly as if he knows he'll laugh too loudly if he doesn't restrain himself. )
At some point, Myungsoo isn't sure when, they pull themselves onto the couch and Myungsoo's left shoulder hurts from when he accidentally hit the coffee table when Daniel tried to pull him up. It's quickly forgiven because Daniel presses kisses to the spot, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. They haphazardly got out of their pants and boxers, the fabric pooled near their ankles and Myungsoo feels like he's back in high school trying to learn the ropes with a girl who was a friend of the family. His own hand hastily moves in between their bodies, curling around the two hardened lengths but it still isn't enough for either of them, despite the sounds escaping from both their mouths.
It's easy to notice Daniel's own need with how his teeth drag along the expanse of skin at Myungsoo's collarbone, the younger's hand faltering when he feels Daniel's mouth pressed against the shell of his ear. Myungsoo thinks Daniel suggested moving and he nods dumbly, his voice long gone. He would claim it from being he's simply overwhelmed, but in all actuality, it's far more than that.
There's a scramble to pick up clothes and Myungsoo swears he was wearing both socks when he left the apartment, but he can only find one. He forgets about it, cradling the pile of clothing in one arm while the other stays in Daniel's hair as the other guides him to his room. They're in a messy liplock, one that nearly has them colliding into the wall instead of the door to Daniel's bedroom and the shock of the wall hitting his back causes Myungsoo to drop the clothes. Now that his hands are free, they drop to Daniel's hipbones and he grips tightly, pulling the older closer to him as his own hips roll forward.
( It's ridiculous how forward he can be now, even with the haze of his high fading to nothingness. Myungsoo wonders if Daniel is just as sober when he commands Myungsoo to his bed, haphazardly kicking the pile of clothes into his room. )
With the door shut and locked, it doesn't take long for Daniel to reach his bed, a knee pressing into the mattress before he crawls up, straddling Myungsoo once again. Eventually, Daniel moves in between Myungsoo's knee-bent legs, fingers slick with lubricant and for a moment, Myungsoo wishes he were a little more of the side of inebriated because even with Daniel telling him to relax, his body feels tense with the intrusion.
Myungsoo laughs when Daniel is flush against him mostly because of what is coming out of the older's mouth. It only causes Daniel to fluster more and Myungsoo feels like he could still somehow win the war of who can embarrass the other the most. Maybe.
( He thinks Daniel's, "wait. Wait. Are we doin' this right," is the best though because even Daniel laughed the moment after the words passed his lips. It's answered physically, Myungsoo pulling him down for a kiss and lifting his body just enough up off the mattress. )
When they're finished, Myungsoo instantly feels tired, eyes unable to stay open even with the (not-so) soft coaxing from Daniel. He's nearly asleep, barely hearing the knock on the door or feeling the dull sensation of Daniel moving off his bed to go open it. He knows people are talking, but even if it concerns him, Myungsoo is too caught up in the act of eventual sleep to care.
( "Open your window," Simon says with a hint of amused disinterest in his voice. "And can you tell him to make sure he picks up everything next time?" Daniel can only laugh sheepishly as his hands reach out for not only the lost sock, but Myungsoo's abandoned pair of boxers, along with Daniel's cigarette pack. )