[2PM | 028.] two drabbles
two gentlemen
nichkhun/wooyoung
pg-13
253 words
note(s): a tentative start. here, nichkhun doesn't talk much. lol.
two gentlemen
wooyoung is not one to get caught up in things, not one to dwell. but these fingers, long and bony, keep spidering up his thigh. the touch isn't soft nor is it rough. it is just pressured enough for wooyoung to feel them, steady and purposeful on each square centimeter of his sensitive skin.
"stop" wooyoung says.
his shorts are riding up because he is sitting indian style on the hardwood floor, trying to focus on gentlemen's quarterly. but nichkhun's fingers are riding up higher than the hem of his pants.
"stop" wooyoung says again.
this time wooyoung focuses his eyes on nichkhun's instead of the spread on the magazine. nichkhun stares back, purposeful, just like his finger prints lining the inseam of wooyoung's legs.
the odd thing is that there isn't a desire. there isn't an overwhelming lust. it seems as if nichkhun's eyes read: "i just want to."
and there's nothing more wooyoung can really say to that.
wooyoung sighs. "oh alright" wooyoung says as he lays down his GQ.
wooyoung scoots closer and by doing so, nichkhun's fingers get jammed into wooyoung's crotch. neither really care and nichkhun doesn't remove his hand. wooyoung's own fingers curl up inside of nichkhun's hair, scratching fingernails at the scalp.
"did you get a hair treatment?" wooyoung asks offhandedly.
nichkhun just grunts before licking wooyoung's lips and kissing him full on the mouth.
§
too much consumption
taecyeon/wooyoung
r
432 words
note(s): another tentative start.
too much consumption
there are things taecyeon knows to be true. he knows that he'll never judge a person in love. not even a person in love with the same sex. still, knowing this, he also knows that he himself would never subject his lover to a kind of relationship that means nonacceptance and pain. so he curbs himself when, one night after a training session, his hand strays to wooyoung's sweat-drenched hair, brushing it out of his eyes.
wooyoung's eyes crinkle in gratitude.
"good work-out huh? i'm getting better at this weight lifting stuff."
"huh" taecyeon says back and looks away.
he doesn't need to be reminded of things he cannot have.
he loses himself one time. wooyoung's arm and thigh feels soft and pliant next to his. they're stuck inside a smaller van than their used to because they have a modeling gig that's only the two of them. it snowballs rapidly from there.
some time later, taecyeon finds his mouth warming wooyoung's. he finds his tongue roughing over wooyoung's taste buds. sour, sweet, bitter, and something else taecyeon can't quite place his finger on. they share their senses as wooyoung wakes up, confused, but soon, accepting. the icy cold of wooyoung's fingers feel good on the nape of taecyeon's neck. taecyeon feels the air they share as wooyoung inhales, greedy for air that taecyeon takes right out of his throat. deep, hungry, and desperate, taecyeon pushes against wooyoung. the most heartbreaking thing for taecyeon is that wooyoung pushes right back, wanting just as much as him.
taecyeon comes to a crossroads when they fall apart from each other. wooyoung's eyes look giddy from excitement, but his face betrays nothing more because wooyoung is wary, unsure, and a bit scared.
"i know" taecyeon wants to tell him. "i'm scared too."
taecyeon leans back into the seat. he'd been towering over wooyoung's body, but now they're both facing front. taecyeon only realizes that wooyoung's hand is on taecyeon's thigh when wooyoung withdraws it as their manager gets into the van, disturbing their silence. it's then that taecyeon knows. too much is dangerous.
he never lets it happen again. sometimes, he feels wooyoung's eyes linger a little too long. sometimes, his gaze drifts a little too much toward wooyoung. but in the end, taecyeon knows: too much is never good for the soul.
nichkhun/wooyoung
pg-13
253 words
note(s): a tentative start. here, nichkhun doesn't talk much. lol.
two gentlemen
wooyoung is not one to get caught up in things, not one to dwell. but these fingers, long and bony, keep spidering up his thigh. the touch isn't soft nor is it rough. it is just pressured enough for wooyoung to feel them, steady and purposeful on each square centimeter of his sensitive skin.
"stop" wooyoung says.
his shorts are riding up because he is sitting indian style on the hardwood floor, trying to focus on gentlemen's quarterly. but nichkhun's fingers are riding up higher than the hem of his pants.
"stop" wooyoung says again.
this time wooyoung focuses his eyes on nichkhun's instead of the spread on the magazine. nichkhun stares back, purposeful, just like his finger prints lining the inseam of wooyoung's legs.
the odd thing is that there isn't a desire. there isn't an overwhelming lust. it seems as if nichkhun's eyes read: "i just want to."
and there's nothing more wooyoung can really say to that.
wooyoung sighs. "oh alright" wooyoung says as he lays down his GQ.
wooyoung scoots closer and by doing so, nichkhun's fingers get jammed into wooyoung's crotch. neither really care and nichkhun doesn't remove his hand. wooyoung's own fingers curl up inside of nichkhun's hair, scratching fingernails at the scalp.
"did you get a hair treatment?" wooyoung asks offhandedly.
nichkhun just grunts before licking wooyoung's lips and kissing him full on the mouth.
§
too much consumption
taecyeon/wooyoung
r
432 words
note(s): another tentative start.
too much consumption
there are things taecyeon knows to be true. he knows that he'll never judge a person in love. not even a person in love with the same sex. still, knowing this, he also knows that he himself would never subject his lover to a kind of relationship that means nonacceptance and pain. so he curbs himself when, one night after a training session, his hand strays to wooyoung's sweat-drenched hair, brushing it out of his eyes.
wooyoung's eyes crinkle in gratitude.
"good work-out huh? i'm getting better at this weight lifting stuff."
"huh" taecyeon says back and looks away.
he doesn't need to be reminded of things he cannot have.
he loses himself one time. wooyoung's arm and thigh feels soft and pliant next to his. they're stuck inside a smaller van than their used to because they have a modeling gig that's only the two of them. it snowballs rapidly from there.
some time later, taecyeon finds his mouth warming wooyoung's. he finds his tongue roughing over wooyoung's taste buds. sour, sweet, bitter, and something else taecyeon can't quite place his finger on. they share their senses as wooyoung wakes up, confused, but soon, accepting. the icy cold of wooyoung's fingers feel good on the nape of taecyeon's neck. taecyeon feels the air they share as wooyoung inhales, greedy for air that taecyeon takes right out of his throat. deep, hungry, and desperate, taecyeon pushes against wooyoung. the most heartbreaking thing for taecyeon is that wooyoung pushes right back, wanting just as much as him.
taecyeon comes to a crossroads when they fall apart from each other. wooyoung's eyes look giddy from excitement, but his face betrays nothing more because wooyoung is wary, unsure, and a bit scared.
"i know" taecyeon wants to tell him. "i'm scared too."
taecyeon leans back into the seat. he'd been towering over wooyoung's body, but now they're both facing front. taecyeon only realizes that wooyoung's hand is on taecyeon's thigh when wooyoung withdraws it as their manager gets into the van, disturbing their silence. it's then that taecyeon knows. too much is dangerous.
he never lets it happen again. sometimes, he feels wooyoung's eyes linger a little too long. sometimes, his gaze drifts a little too much toward wooyoung. but in the end, taecyeon knows: too much is never good for the soul.