024. Spotlight, Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Title: Our Own World
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Prompt: Spotlight
Challenge 024/100
Completed 007/100
Rated PG-13 (Pure fluff with some hinting at other things)
A/N: I really thought this song (Such Great Heights by The Postal Service) just really fit them as a couple
I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
"That's it, I am sick of this."
Kyuhyun was about to turn to question what he meant when he was pushed down on his bed. Sungmin then proceeded to straddle his hips and leaned down so that their noses were touching. Kyuhyun was so confused trying to wrap his mind around what had happened that he almost missed the moment when Sungmin tilted his head and touched their lips together softly. At that moment Kyuhyun felt an extraordinary heat overtake his senses. Sungmin lit paths of fire as his hands slowly traveled from Kyuhyun's hips, thumbs brushing over the skin exposed there, sending shivers down the youngers spine when fingertips lightly tickled his sides, and finally burying themselves into his deep brown locks.
It seemed that neither moved for hours, their lips never disconnecting, eyes now closed, hands exploring, teeth nipping at lips and clashing almost painfully, tongues caught in a never ending dance. It wasn't until Eunhyuk burst into the room that the two even parted, both gasping for as much air as they could. Eunhyuk opened his mouth when he noticed their position and quickly turned scarlet before leaving the room as quickly as he could. Sungmin looked down at Kyuhyun, hands gripping the collar of his shirt while his eyes took in his wrinkled shirt, bruised lips, heaving chest, and rustled hair. With one final peck to his lips he climbed off of him, kissing his knuckles as he removed Kyu's hands from his hips, and left the room as well.
Kyuhyun was in a daze as he sat up and ran his fingers though his messy hair. His lips felt raw, his body still hadn't recovered oxygen, his fingers still tingled from where they had been gripping Sungmin's hips.
Indeed, Kyuhyun would never forget his first kiss with Sungmin.
---
And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us
Into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
Kyuhyun had never felt this way with any girl he ever dated (and he had never dated a boy before so he couldn't make a comparison). Now, as he examined his sleeping boyfriend, he felt his heart stir with content. Sungmin was spooned to him, his head fitting perfectly under Kyuhyun's chin, torso the perfect length so that Kyuhyun could reach with his long arms and surround Sungmin's waist pulling him even closer. His hands fit (perfectly) positioned in Kyuhyun's bigger hands, their fingers intertwining as if it were destiny.
Kyuhyun knew he would probably never tell his boyfriend of his observations. For one thing, Sungmin would call him a cheese ball. And second, he really didn't want to believe he was this sappy. But, as Sungmin turned in his embrace and snuggled his nose into the cook of Kyuhyun's neck, his warm breath running across his collar bone, Kyuhyun knew that it was the very man in his arms that was to blame.
He gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and Sungmin burrowed deeper into his embrace. Somehow, Kyuhyun couldn't find enough reason to care.
---
And true it may seem like a stretch
But its thoughts like this that
Catch my troubled head
When you're away and I am missing you to death
Memories, that's all that Sungmin was now. As he was led though the dance routine once more, the Chinese lyrics blasting in the background matching the throbbing in head, he couldn't help but imagine that when he was done here they would go back to the dorms and Sungmin would be waiting for him so they could go to bed. As the song finished, Kyuhyun sat down on the wooden floor and wished (not for the last time) that he hadn't decided to travel to China.
He was grateful for the opportunity and happy that he had been chosen but he had never imagined it would be this hard on him. He spent every night on the phone with Sungmin, texting though the day, emailing when he had a chance, sending him picture messages of places they went to go visit or events they did. Sungmin, on the other hand, told him to keep working hard and to try his best, don't stress, take aspirin, don't get sick, and when he got off the plane he would be there with waiting arms.
---
When you are out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home
None of the other Super Junior M members really noticed when Kyuhyun had gotten the pink iPod nano until it seemed to be constantly in his presence. Hankyung had noticed it for the first time on the plane ride to China. It looked new then, the screen still gleaming, the color radiant. He had to look at it only once to know who had given it to the younger boy and he felt the corners of his lips turn up into a smile.
Now the paint was chipped, the headphones were the third replacements, the screen was full of niches, but he still refused to get another one. On the iPod were all his favorite songs, pictures, and a special playlist. In it were songs that he and Sungmin had recorded together using Sungmin's pink laptop. Other tracks were just them talking, their laughter filling the headphones before Kyuhyun would take the small buds out and made his way on stage. The music would start, the spotlight shining down, the fans cheering overtaking their senses.
---
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now, but we'll stay
When Sungmin opened the door to their room Kyuhyun threw his suitcases onto one of the beds and picked Sungmin up, closing the door behind him. Sungmin reacted automatically by wrapping his legs around Kyuhyun's waist, who spun them around pinning Sungmin against the door. Sungmin could only groan and mewl in the back of his throat as Kyuhyun accosted his every sense. It seemed his hands were everywhere at once: running though his hair, reaching into his back pockets and gripping his butt, slipping under his shirt, holding his neck in place. He started panting as Kyuhyun started grinding into him, his mouth now sucking at his collar bone.
Kyuhyun started walking backwards, pealing Sungmin off the door. He felt the bed hit the back of his knees and he allowed himself to fall back, hands gripping at Sungmin's hips while he was now soothing the furious mark he had left on his collar bone with his nose. Sungmin pushed himself up when they landed sat straddling Kyuhyun, his hands clutching at the youngers shirt. His eyes were glazed, his lips red and bruised, the mark on his collarbone standing out though the unbuttoned dress shirt, hair sticking in every direction. He smiled and leaned down to give Kyuhyun a small peck.
"Welcome home."
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Well, I tried the fluff route instead of the angst I seem to be sticking though and I think that I completely failed did okay for the first time.
Comments? Suggestions? Hated it? All opinions are loved~!
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Prompt: Spotlight
Challenge 024/100
Completed 007/100
Rated PG-13 (Pure fluff with some hinting at other things)
A/N: I really thought this song (Such Great Heights by The Postal Service) just really fit them as a couple
I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
"That's it, I am sick of this."
Kyuhyun was about to turn to question what he meant when he was pushed down on his bed. Sungmin then proceeded to straddle his hips and leaned down so that their noses were touching. Kyuhyun was so confused trying to wrap his mind around what had happened that he almost missed the moment when Sungmin tilted his head and touched their lips together softly. At that moment Kyuhyun felt an extraordinary heat overtake his senses. Sungmin lit paths of fire as his hands slowly traveled from Kyuhyun's hips, thumbs brushing over the skin exposed there, sending shivers down the youngers spine when fingertips lightly tickled his sides, and finally burying themselves into his deep brown locks.
It seemed that neither moved for hours, their lips never disconnecting, eyes now closed, hands exploring, teeth nipping at lips and clashing almost painfully, tongues caught in a never ending dance. It wasn't until Eunhyuk burst into the room that the two even parted, both gasping for as much air as they could. Eunhyuk opened his mouth when he noticed their position and quickly turned scarlet before leaving the room as quickly as he could. Sungmin looked down at Kyuhyun, hands gripping the collar of his shirt while his eyes took in his wrinkled shirt, bruised lips, heaving chest, and rustled hair. With one final peck to his lips he climbed off of him, kissing his knuckles as he removed Kyu's hands from his hips, and left the room as well.
Kyuhyun was in a daze as he sat up and ran his fingers though his messy hair. His lips felt raw, his body still hadn't recovered oxygen, his fingers still tingled from where they had been gripping Sungmin's hips.
Indeed, Kyuhyun would never forget his first kiss with Sungmin.
---
And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us
Into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
Kyuhyun had never felt this way with any girl he ever dated (and he had never dated a boy before so he couldn't make a comparison). Now, as he examined his sleeping boyfriend, he felt his heart stir with content. Sungmin was spooned to him, his head fitting perfectly under Kyuhyun's chin, torso the perfect length so that Kyuhyun could reach with his long arms and surround Sungmin's waist pulling him even closer. His hands fit (perfectly) positioned in Kyuhyun's bigger hands, their fingers intertwining as if it were destiny.
Kyuhyun knew he would probably never tell his boyfriend of his observations. For one thing, Sungmin would call him a cheese ball. And second, he really didn't want to believe he was this sappy. But, as Sungmin turned in his embrace and snuggled his nose into the cook of Kyuhyun's neck, his warm breath running across his collar bone, Kyuhyun knew that it was the very man in his arms that was to blame.
He gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and Sungmin burrowed deeper into his embrace. Somehow, Kyuhyun couldn't find enough reason to care.
---
And true it may seem like a stretch
But its thoughts like this that
Catch my troubled head
When you're away and I am missing you to death
Memories, that's all that Sungmin was now. As he was led though the dance routine once more, the Chinese lyrics blasting in the background matching the throbbing in head, he couldn't help but imagine that when he was done here they would go back to the dorms and Sungmin would be waiting for him so they could go to bed. As the song finished, Kyuhyun sat down on the wooden floor and wished (not for the last time) that he hadn't decided to travel to China.
He was grateful for the opportunity and happy that he had been chosen but he had never imagined it would be this hard on him. He spent every night on the phone with Sungmin, texting though the day, emailing when he had a chance, sending him picture messages of places they went to go visit or events they did. Sungmin, on the other hand, told him to keep working hard and to try his best, don't stress, take aspirin, don't get sick, and when he got off the plane he would be there with waiting arms.
---
When you are out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home
None of the other Super Junior M members really noticed when Kyuhyun had gotten the pink iPod nano until it seemed to be constantly in his presence. Hankyung had noticed it for the first time on the plane ride to China. It looked new then, the screen still gleaming, the color radiant. He had to look at it only once to know who had given it to the younger boy and he felt the corners of his lips turn up into a smile.
Now the paint was chipped, the headphones were the third replacements, the screen was full of niches, but he still refused to get another one. On the iPod were all his favorite songs, pictures, and a special playlist. In it were songs that he and Sungmin had recorded together using Sungmin's pink laptop. Other tracks were just them talking, their laughter filling the headphones before Kyuhyun would take the small buds out and made his way on stage. The music would start, the spotlight shining down, the fans cheering overtaking their senses.
---
They will see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now, but we'll stay
When Sungmin opened the door to their room Kyuhyun threw his suitcases onto one of the beds and picked Sungmin up, closing the door behind him. Sungmin reacted automatically by wrapping his legs around Kyuhyun's waist, who spun them around pinning Sungmin against the door. Sungmin could only groan and mewl in the back of his throat as Kyuhyun accosted his every sense. It seemed his hands were everywhere at once: running though his hair, reaching into his back pockets and gripping his butt, slipping under his shirt, holding his neck in place. He started panting as Kyuhyun started grinding into him, his mouth now sucking at his collar bone.
Kyuhyun started walking backwards, pealing Sungmin off the door. He felt the bed hit the back of his knees and he allowed himself to fall back, hands gripping at Sungmin's hips while he was now soothing the furious mark he had left on his collar bone with his nose. Sungmin pushed himself up when they landed sat straddling Kyuhyun, his hands clutching at the youngers shirt. His eyes were glazed, his lips red and bruised, the mark on his collarbone standing out though the unbuttoned dress shirt, hair sticking in every direction. He smiled and leaned down to give Kyuhyun a small peck.
"Welcome home."
-|-|-|-|-|-
Well, I tried the fluff route instead of the angst I seem to be sticking though and I think that I completely failed did okay for the first time.
Comments? Suggestions? Hated it? All opinions are loved~!