Shiver
Name: Shiver
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Heechul x Heechul
Rating: 18+
Words: 917
Notes: Remember that episode of Star King? For the Suju fic challenge.
When recording the show is done everyone’s tired and sore and impatient and desperate to get home. It’s yet another long day in the lives of Super Junior and Eeteuk is busy hustling everyone through the hallways of the studio.
“Where’s Heechul?” Eunhyuk asks with a yawn but Eeteuk just ignores him and continues to head in the direction of the exit.
It’s not uncommon for Heechul to sneak away, everyone knows he’s a bit of an oddball and once something worms it’s way into his head there’s no stopping him until he achieves his goal.
Having sex with himself is his top priority today.
Finding Chihoon isn’t that hard, after all, it’s simply impossible for Heechul to miss someone as good looking at him. He stands out quite easily among the crowd of guests and producers.
They lock eyes and Chihoon opens his mouth to say something but Heechul grabs hold of his hand and drags him away.
Heechul guides him through the hallways, twisting and turning, one knowing the way while the other is lost. They reach an exit and Chihoon manages a small protest before Heechul drags him towards the parking lot. The rest of Super Junior T is piling into a large van and Eeteuk gives Heechul the look. Heechul ignores it.
The two of them sit in the very back and Chihoon is unsure how one reacts in a situation like this. The Super Junior idol still hasn’t let go of his hand and everyone else seems to know what’s going on except himself.
He wants to say something but finds himself at a loss for words.
He tells himself this is probably all a dream.
Looking back on the incident Chihoon wonders if he would have gotten in that car if he knew what was going to happen.
Part of him says yes, the other part says no.
Heechul drags Chihoon ahead of the rest of Super Junior when they arrive at the apartment. He’s vaguely aware of Heechul speaking, he’s not quire sure what he’s saying, but his words are fast and excited.
“I didn’t believe them when they told me someone looked like me,” Chihoon manages to understand from Heechul’s one sided conversation. “Even after I saw the pictures. It’s not hard to alter pictures, you know?”
Chihoon nods.
Heechul’s speech speeds up as they reach the idol’s bedroom.
“You know what I’ve always wanted to do to myself?” Heechul asks.
Chihoon shakes his head.
“Fuck myself.”
Heechul’s lips are demanding against Chihoon’s and for a moment he simply stands there.
Heechul, Kim Heechul of Super Junior, has dragged Lee Chihoon to his bedroom and is now kissing him.
Now he’s forcing his tongue into his mouth and Chihoon finds he likes it more than he should.
Chihoon thinks he should pinch himself but decides against it when Heechul throws him onto the bed.
Once he checks to make sure his sanity is still intact Chihoon is more than willing to return the gesture of affection. Or passion. Or something he can’t quite describe.
Heechul pulls off Chihoon’s shirt and Chihoon fumbles with the buttons to Heechul’s. Soon shirts are flying and Heechul is grinning as he pulls Chihoon’s pants off. The younger man isn’t quite prepared when he feels Heechul’s hand slip underneath his briefs and begin to stroke his coke.
“Does this count as masturbation?” Chihoon asks.
Heechul only laughs.
Soon Heechul has lost his pants and he’s grinding against Chihoon and Chihoon is gasping and panting and is sure he’s never felt this good when he was with his girlfriend. He leans in and kisses Heechul and finds delight when Heechul nips at his lower lip and loves the way his fingers ghost against his hips.
More clothes fly off and soon Chihoon finds himself with his ass in the air and his face pressed against a pillow. Heechul doesn’t warn him, warnings are simply not his thing, and Chihoon wants to pull away when he feels an odd pressure against his ass.
It takes a moment before he realizes Kim Heechul has a finger in his ass.
Now two are pushed inside and Chihoon finds amazement in himself when he starts to moan.
He moans louder and even begs for more when the older mans cock thrusts into him.
Most of the night is a blur and he has no idea how Heechul manages to come up with half the stuff they do. He’s tired and exhausted and pleased with himself but a little bit afraid. Chihoon doesn’t know how to act when Heechul cums for the third, and final, time.
Heechul is silent as he cleans the two of them up, humming to himself as he wipes sweat and semen and lube off of Chihoon.
He grins when the job is done and Chihoon is ready to leave. He doesn’t know much about Kim Heechul, he’s not even a fan of him really, but he knows enough about idols to know that now is the time to leave.
“Fuck, like you’re leaving now,” Heechul grumbles when he tries to get off the bed. He grabs hold of Chihoon and hugs him tightly.
They spend the rest of the night in Heechul’s bed.
“So, uh, thanks.”
“I should be thanking you. I haven’t had a good fuck like that in a long time.”
“...I have a girlfriend.”
“So? I have a boyfriend.”
“...”
“So I’ll see you again?”
“Yeah.”
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Heechul x Heechul
Rating: 18+
Words: 917
Notes: Remember that episode of Star King? For the Suju fic challenge.
When recording the show is done everyone’s tired and sore and impatient and desperate to get home. It’s yet another long day in the lives of Super Junior and Eeteuk is busy hustling everyone through the hallways of the studio.
“Where’s Heechul?” Eunhyuk asks with a yawn but Eeteuk just ignores him and continues to head in the direction of the exit.
It’s not uncommon for Heechul to sneak away, everyone knows he’s a bit of an oddball and once something worms it’s way into his head there’s no stopping him until he achieves his goal.
Having sex with himself is his top priority today.
Finding Chihoon isn’t that hard, after all, it’s simply impossible for Heechul to miss someone as good looking at him. He stands out quite easily among the crowd of guests and producers.
They lock eyes and Chihoon opens his mouth to say something but Heechul grabs hold of his hand and drags him away.
Heechul guides him through the hallways, twisting and turning, one knowing the way while the other is lost. They reach an exit and Chihoon manages a small protest before Heechul drags him towards the parking lot. The rest of Super Junior T is piling into a large van and Eeteuk gives Heechul the look. Heechul ignores it.
The two of them sit in the very back and Chihoon is unsure how one reacts in a situation like this. The Super Junior idol still hasn’t let go of his hand and everyone else seems to know what’s going on except himself.
He wants to say something but finds himself at a loss for words.
He tells himself this is probably all a dream.
Looking back on the incident Chihoon wonders if he would have gotten in that car if he knew what was going to happen.
Part of him says yes, the other part says no.
Heechul drags Chihoon ahead of the rest of Super Junior when they arrive at the apartment. He’s vaguely aware of Heechul speaking, he’s not quire sure what he’s saying, but his words are fast and excited.
“I didn’t believe them when they told me someone looked like me,” Chihoon manages to understand from Heechul’s one sided conversation. “Even after I saw the pictures. It’s not hard to alter pictures, you know?”
Chihoon nods.
Heechul’s speech speeds up as they reach the idol’s bedroom.
“You know what I’ve always wanted to do to myself?” Heechul asks.
Chihoon shakes his head.
“Fuck myself.”
Heechul’s lips are demanding against Chihoon’s and for a moment he simply stands there.
Heechul, Kim Heechul of Super Junior, has dragged Lee Chihoon to his bedroom and is now kissing him.
Now he’s forcing his tongue into his mouth and Chihoon finds he likes it more than he should.
Chihoon thinks he should pinch himself but decides against it when Heechul throws him onto the bed.
Once he checks to make sure his sanity is still intact Chihoon is more than willing to return the gesture of affection. Or passion. Or something he can’t quite describe.
Heechul pulls off Chihoon’s shirt and Chihoon fumbles with the buttons to Heechul’s. Soon shirts are flying and Heechul is grinning as he pulls Chihoon’s pants off. The younger man isn’t quite prepared when he feels Heechul’s hand slip underneath his briefs and begin to stroke his coke.
“Does this count as masturbation?” Chihoon asks.
Heechul only laughs.
Soon Heechul has lost his pants and he’s grinding against Chihoon and Chihoon is gasping and panting and is sure he’s never felt this good when he was with his girlfriend. He leans in and kisses Heechul and finds delight when Heechul nips at his lower lip and loves the way his fingers ghost against his hips.
More clothes fly off and soon Chihoon finds himself with his ass in the air and his face pressed against a pillow. Heechul doesn’t warn him, warnings are simply not his thing, and Chihoon wants to pull away when he feels an odd pressure against his ass.
It takes a moment before he realizes Kim Heechul has a finger in his ass.
Now two are pushed inside and Chihoon finds amazement in himself when he starts to moan.
He moans louder and even begs for more when the older mans cock thrusts into him.
Most of the night is a blur and he has no idea how Heechul manages to come up with half the stuff they do. He’s tired and exhausted and pleased with himself but a little bit afraid. Chihoon doesn’t know how to act when Heechul cums for the third, and final, time.
Heechul is silent as he cleans the two of them up, humming to himself as he wipes sweat and semen and lube off of Chihoon.
He grins when the job is done and Chihoon is ready to leave. He doesn’t know much about Kim Heechul, he’s not even a fan of him really, but he knows enough about idols to know that now is the time to leave.
“Fuck, like you’re leaving now,” Heechul grumbles when he tries to get off the bed. He grabs hold of Chihoon and hugs him tightly.
They spend the rest of the night in Heechul’s bed.
“So, uh, thanks.”
“I should be thanking you. I haven’t had a good fuck like that in a long time.”
“...I have a girlfriend.”
“So? I have a boyfriend.”
“...”
“So I’ll see you again?”
“Yeah.”