Games - Oneshot
Title: Games
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Sexual references
Summary: You were always too good at board games, and I was always (only ever) a convenient friend.
Birthday fic for ibsul_bogi ! :D lj said it was your birthday the 19th, so it better be, cuz i wrote you this xD sorry it's so weird/shit/abstract/short, i really have no idea where it came from.
You like playing games. No wonder, when there is monopoly, chess, and trivial pursuit to keep your mind occupied. I can see it in your eyes at the most inconvenient of times, the planning, the strategies, the risk and the excitement. It's all a part of playing games. Games don't play themselves, and you know all too well how to play them.
I can see when you move your pieces, and when you're waiting your turn. You're impatient, but you know you have to play by the rules. Me on the other hand, I was never any good at board games.
That’s why, when you roll the dice and make your decision based upon the answer, I'm just conveniently there for you to start moving your playing piece away from Start.
And then it's on.
It's on like your skin against mine as you push me against a wall and whisper in my ear "You look so good right now."
You play by the rules, so you're not lying, but your strategy lacks in execution.
You roll the dice again, evaluating whether you should or not, but I can tell the outcome before you even make your decision, because your hands are gripping tighter around my hips and your breath is getting heavy on my face, and you've already moved your pieces.
"I want you, hyung."
You always do. It never fails to sound sultry. You never lie about that, though you're trying to knock out my king, I can tell. With that acid and honey dripping from your tongue you aim to take over my kingdom and knock me off my feet. I'm not too good at falling, but your game plan is ever so solid and I don't have a chance to make my move before you've made another.
I should brace myself, but you've taken out all my pawns.
"Minho-"
Shh. I can't speak. You're investigating my territory because you've been there before, and you know your way around, sort of. Your lips are soft and sticky, and your tongue is keen with sloppy precision, and I can't move. I let you eat me up and colonize my kingdom, until you stand up and take me somewhere no one else can see, then lay me down on soft surface to take me further.
If we were a movie, you'd be the villain, but in games there are only winners and losers. I was never any good at games, and you’re the best kind of winner.
"I want you so bad right now."
You’re the victor without even trying.
I pretend you mean it in more ways than one, but games are all about momentary gain. Money, correct answers, points. Once I've bailed you out of jail, you're done. You can move towards the finish line again.
Your hands tell me so as they run up my naked thighs like they hold poker cards, and your mouth latches to my neck as sweat graces our actions. "Say my name, hyung."
Because you make the rules, I do, and it pleases you. You've always been so good at games. You have a thing for winning and you always do. I say your name again.
Sometimes I wish I were on your team. Sometimes I wish I didn’t resemble the ace in a stack of cards or the line of three x’es in Tic Tac Toe.
When you enter me I can see that satisfied look on your face, the look you give me when you've knocked out my queen and the king is straight in line from where you're standing.
"Fuck. You’re so tight."
Vigor, and nothing less. You like it. You're relentless. You want everything, so you take everything. Hard. I let you because you have my king in checkmate and your touches feel too good.
In mid turn I realize I love you. While you contemplate your moves, I make sure to keep you in my peripheral vision. Adoration is the only thing I hold for you when I gaze up at your face as you take me. You're so handsome, I want to kiss you and hold you, and I want you to whisper that you'll take care of me and keep me forever. But you knock out my king, and then there are only black pieces left on the checkered board, saturating the shared control. You build up speed and pound inside me like you can almost taste the gold. Maybe you can.
You fill me up inside and pull out all too quickly, saying "Thanks." and "You were really good.", before you leave me there naked in the dark, feeling like I never really left Start to begin with.
I cling to those words because I can't cling to you, and smile at you as you turn around because I can already tell you've won.
You were always too good at board games, and I was always (only ever) a convenient friend.
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Sexual references
Summary: You were always too good at board games, and I was always (only ever) a convenient friend.
Birthday fic for ibsul_bogi ! :D lj said it was your birthday the 19th, so it better be, cuz i wrote you this xD sorry it's so weird/shit/abstract/short, i really have no idea where it came from.
You like playing games. No wonder, when there is monopoly, chess, and trivial pursuit to keep your mind occupied. I can see it in your eyes at the most inconvenient of times, the planning, the strategies, the risk and the excitement. It's all a part of playing games. Games don't play themselves, and you know all too well how to play them.
I can see when you move your pieces, and when you're waiting your turn. You're impatient, but you know you have to play by the rules. Me on the other hand, I was never any good at board games.
That’s why, when you roll the dice and make your decision based upon the answer, I'm just conveniently there for you to start moving your playing piece away from Start.
And then it's on.
It's on like your skin against mine as you push me against a wall and whisper in my ear "You look so good right now."
You play by the rules, so you're not lying, but your strategy lacks in execution.
You roll the dice again, evaluating whether you should or not, but I can tell the outcome before you even make your decision, because your hands are gripping tighter around my hips and your breath is getting heavy on my face, and you've already moved your pieces.
"I want you, hyung."
You always do. It never fails to sound sultry. You never lie about that, though you're trying to knock out my king, I can tell. With that acid and honey dripping from your tongue you aim to take over my kingdom and knock me off my feet. I'm not too good at falling, but your game plan is ever so solid and I don't have a chance to make my move before you've made another.
I should brace myself, but you've taken out all my pawns.
"Minho-"
Shh. I can't speak. You're investigating my territory because you've been there before, and you know your way around, sort of. Your lips are soft and sticky, and your tongue is keen with sloppy precision, and I can't move. I let you eat me up and colonize my kingdom, until you stand up and take me somewhere no one else can see, then lay me down on soft surface to take me further.
If we were a movie, you'd be the villain, but in games there are only winners and losers. I was never any good at games, and you’re the best kind of winner.
"I want you so bad right now."
You’re the victor without even trying.
I pretend you mean it in more ways than one, but games are all about momentary gain. Money, correct answers, points. Once I've bailed you out of jail, you're done. You can move towards the finish line again.
Your hands tell me so as they run up my naked thighs like they hold poker cards, and your mouth latches to my neck as sweat graces our actions. "Say my name, hyung."
Because you make the rules, I do, and it pleases you. You've always been so good at games. You have a thing for winning and you always do. I say your name again.
Sometimes I wish I were on your team. Sometimes I wish I didn’t resemble the ace in a stack of cards or the line of three x’es in Tic Tac Toe.
When you enter me I can see that satisfied look on your face, the look you give me when you've knocked out my queen and the king is straight in line from where you're standing.
"Fuck. You’re so tight."
Vigor, and nothing less. You like it. You're relentless. You want everything, so you take everything. Hard. I let you because you have my king in checkmate and your touches feel too good.
In mid turn I realize I love you. While you contemplate your moves, I make sure to keep you in my peripheral vision. Adoration is the only thing I hold for you when I gaze up at your face as you take me. You're so handsome, I want to kiss you and hold you, and I want you to whisper that you'll take care of me and keep me forever. But you knock out my king, and then there are only black pieces left on the checkered board, saturating the shared control. You build up speed and pound inside me like you can almost taste the gold. Maybe you can.
You fill me up inside and pull out all too quickly, saying "Thanks." and "You were really good.", before you leave me there naked in the dark, feeling like I never really left Start to begin with.
I cling to those words because I can't cling to you, and smile at you as you turn around because I can already tell you've won.
You were always too good at board games, and I was always (only ever) a convenient friend.