sticks and stones can break my bones, but your words will be the death of me (oneshot)
Filming again, Ranking King episodes seven and eight-the Fashion King.
L scoffed; obviously he would win. It was simple logic. He was most experienced and extremely photogenic. Second place, he predicted, would be Sungjong, who was also photogenic and extremely pretty. It was just something running through his mind as the stylist rubbed gel and other products in his hair. Suddenly he saw the black curtains peel back as a white angel emerged.
“Is this pretty?” asked Sungjong.
Myungsoo’s eyes widened. “Those clothes look good on you.” Any clothes look good on you.
“Huh?” he asked as he sat in the chair next to L.
“Nothing.” He said is unnaturally quickly, a sign of unease. Calm down.
Sungjong leaned back into his chair as Myungsoo continued talking, “What wouldn’t look good on you? Everything would look good on you.” His thoughts were revealed, and he was glad he said them.
Sungjong said nothing, but Myungsoo felt in a playful mood, determined to get Sungjong to give him a compliment.
“Mr. Sungjong,” he said, with a smile on his face.
“Yes?” he answered, trying not to move his lips too much as the stylist swiped her brush over his lips. “Why are you calling me mister?”
“Just because you look different.” Like an angel from heaven; perfection in the flesh. “You express summer nicely.” With ivory skin that just soaks up the sun and a young face that is the epitome of innocence and beauty.
“No, you do, L hyung.” He would take it as a compliment; but what made him happiest is how Sungjong used the name L. He still thought of the letter as a secret code for the word lovers. And he would never get over the way Sungjong said it so fluidly, beautifully, perfectly. But Myungsoo said something unexpected.
“Don’t call me L hyung.”
“Then L goon.”
The stylists suddenly laughed at Sungjong’s witty informality as Myungsoo just grinned at him. Silly boy. L knew Sungjong wanted to play around now. Sungjong leaned over and patted the older on the thigh, assuring him that it was just a joke.
“Get your hands off me,” L said, not at all meaning it, grinning as he said it.
“Why are you like that?” the younger whined, lying back in his chair.
“L goon…” Myungsoo mused to himself.
And soon, their banter quieted down and it was Sungjong’s turn to take photos. With every click of the camera, L watched each picture appear on the screen. He shook his head. This cameraman, despite being Korea’s top photographer, didn’t know how to capture Sungjong’s image like Myungsoo could. The boy was so stiff. This was not summer. This was magazine crap. Nevertheless, he told the producers that it was brilliant. Sungjong really did fit summer well, just not like this. If Myungsoo were the photographer, it would be brighter, having Sungjong smile. His smile was the sun itself. That’s all that was needed-his smile, only his smile.
Dongwoo came by, talked a little, and continued watching with Myungsoo. Once all the photos were taken, Myungsoo got up to go change. He expected Woohyun to make some kind of fuss just because he could, but surprisingly, he was very quiet.
And as they rode back to the dorm in the van, he wasn’t the only one who had noticed.
“Woohyun hyung was quiet today, wasn’t he?” Sungjong said, eyeing the other members as they slept.
Myungsoo nodded absentmindedly. “You know… The game is almost over…” he said.
Sungjong grinned. “I know! I’m so going to win!”
I highly doubt that. “You sure are.”
Silence followed for a moment.
“What do you think will happen after the game?” L asked.
Sungjong glanced at him. “Everything will go back to being the same-me and Woohyun dating.”
Myungsoo frowned as he looked out the window. “Get away from Woohyun while you still have your heart intact, Sungjong-ah.”
“This again? Myungsoo hyung! He’s not going to hurt me!”
“He’ll cheat on you, no doubt about it. He’ll lie to your face and say he loves you, but he doesn’t mean it. Even if he doesn’t find anyone to take your place in his bed, once he’s bored of you, he’ll throw you to someone else. You just don’t see it.”
Sungjong crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re just a sore loser, Myungsoo hyung.”
We’ll see about that in a week.
And once that week passed, late one night, Myungsoo heard a knock on his door while he was lying alone in his room. Sungyeol had gone home to visit his family since he had a day off tomorrow, as did all of Infinite. Dongwoo and Hoya went to go have dinner out at a restaurant somewhere out of town. The only ones left at home were Sungjong, Myungsoo, Sunggyu, and Woohyun, but the latter two had disappeared together some hour or so ago.
“Come in,” Myungsoo said. Despite it being the dead of night, Myungsoo was wide awake, and apparently, so was Sungjong.
“You were right,” Sungjong murmured as he hugged the doorframe shyly. “Woohyun’s a cheating bastard.”
Myungsoo waved his hand, beckoning the young boy toward his own bed. Sungjong slipped under the covers next to Myungsoo.
“You’d been telling me all along and I never believed you,” Sungjong whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“How’d you find out?” Myungsoo asked.
“Woohyun hyung… is sleeping with Sunggyu hyung…right now even. I just saw them… How could Sunggyu hyung do this to me?”
Myungsoo stroked Sungjong’s soft hair, calming the streams of tears. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m here for you, Sungjong-ah.”
“L hyung…” He dried his tears. “You… You love me, right?”
“Of course.” There was no hesitation in the answer.
“Will you do me a favor?”
“Anything.” There was no thought in the answer.
“Have sex with me.”
There was no answer.
Sungjong gazed at Myungsoo’s emotionless face. “Please?”
“Why?” asked Myungsoo.
“Woohyun… always had sex with me, and I believed he loved me. But that wasn’t love. I want to know how it feels to be loved through sex.”
“And what if I say no?”
Sungjong suddenly straddled Myungsoo’s hips. “You won’t,” he whispered against Myungsoo’s lips.
This was their third kiss together, something deeper and more passionate than the last two, and Myungsoo had to learn how to breathe all over again. But he could rehabilitate himself to breathe later, because his hands and mouth set to work quickly, stripping the smaller male of his night clothes as he nipped, licked, and sucked at his white skin. He smelled of lemon and vanilla, but tasted of honey and milk.
Sungjong rid Myungsoo of his clothes, though both were unsure of when it’d happened, but L couldn’t bother to dwell on where his clothes had disappeared to as he watch Sungjong’s petite mouth engulf his hard length. It was warm and pleasurable. He felt Sungjong’s tongue swirl along the head of his sensitive member; and Myungsoo swore he almost came just by feeling the vibrations of Sungjong’s chuckle around his sex.
“You taste different than I imagined,” he said, stroking Myungsoo’s cock firmly.
“How so?” the older panted out.
“Woohyun hyung is musky, but you’re… perfumed almost.” He corkscrewed his mouth onto Myungsoo’s cock again, the latter bucking his hips involuntarily. “You smell… elegant.”
“And Woohyun smells like?”
“Sex.”
Myungsoo suddenly gripped the bed sheets tightly as Sungjong dipped his tongue into the slit of his dick as his unoccupied hands fondled his balls.
“I should stop talking,” Sungjong suddenly said.
“No,” Myungsoo breathed, trying to keep his orgasm under control. “Keep talking. I love hearing you talk.”
Myungsoo suddenly flipped Sungjong to lie down and straddled the boy’s waist. “I could come just by hearing your voice,” L confessed as his lips collided with Sungjong’s.
“Then I’ll tell you something that’s been bothering me,” Sungjong answered as Myungsoo opted to busy himself with peppering Sungjong’s skin with purple bruises. “Remember the first time we met at auditions?”
Myungsoo hummed in affirmation around the patch of skin from Sungjong’s thigh he was rolling between his teeth.
“I’m sorry for slapping you.”
The older chuckled. “It’s fine,” he answered as he licked Sungjong’s leg. “I should’ve expected it after saying, ‘I’m going to be your lover, so I want you to call me L.’”
Sungjong smiled as he turned his head to the side, Myungsoo’s mouth kissing a trail up his neck. The younger suddenly gasped loudly as he felt L’s hand wrap around his aching member.
“You know, Woohyun was never gentle,” Sungjong said, wrapping his arms around Myungsoo’s neck.
“I bet,” he answered. “Before you guys began dating, he said something about wanting to rip your ass apart.”
Sungjong licked Myungsoo’s bottom lip. “He ripped it alright.”
Myungsoo held his breath as he rolled off the bed and began to fumble through the drawers, searching for sexual essentials. “I can’t wait, Sungjong,” he growled as he found a condom and lube in Sungyeol’s desk drawer.
“Why does Sungyeol hyung have condoms and lube?” asked Sungjong.
“How the fuck should I know,” Myungsoo growled, once again straddling Sungjong. Just as he was about to open the condom, Sungjong smacked the packet out of his hand.
“I want to feel you, L hyung,” he murmured against Myungsoo’s moist lips.
He instantly opened the bottle of lubricant and squirted the clear gel on his fingers. “I’ll let you feel,” he answered, kissing Sungjong roughly. “I’ll let you feel anything, everything. You can have it all, baby.”
Myungsoo’s tongue swirled and played with Sungjong’s own tongue inside his mouth, prodding and tasting. And luckily, it distracted the smaller male as Myungsoo discreetly entered his middle finger through Sungjong’s opening. The younger moaned into Myungsoo’s mouth, transferring his pleasure through their kiss.
“I haven’t slept with Woohyun,” Sungjong suddenly said, panting as Myungsoo slowly slid his finger in and out of Sungjong’s body, “since a week before the game.”
“I can tell,” he answered, feeling how tight the ring of muscle was around his finger. He drowned Sungjong’s loud groan with a deep kiss as a second finger inserted itself beside the first.
“You know Woohyun never prepared me before,” he said, clinging to Myungsoo’s neck as the older finger fucked Sungjong, scissoring his digits inside of him.
“He’s a fucking bastard,” L grunted, cock desiring a warm place to bury itself into, throbbing with want.
“Hyung, hurry,” Sungjong pleaded.
“One sec-“
“No, now. Please!”
Myungsoo removed his fingers and positioned himself between Sungjong’s spread legs, milky white skin bathed in moonlight streaming into the room from the exposed window. It was a bad idea to have sex with the blinds open, but at this moment, neither of the singers could be bothered to care whether someone would look into their room. With his sex in his hand, lubricated with the slick gel, Myungsoo slowly pushed his way into Sungjong’s body.
“Tight…” he ground out. “Really tight, baby.”
Sungjong nodded, biting his lip to keep from making sound, but as Myungsoo’s impatient body continued to move, small squeals and squeaks escaped Sungjong’s swollen lips.
“You’re really big,” Sungjong groaned, blinking tears from his eyes. “Bigger than Woohyun.”
Myungsoo halted once he was balls deep into Sungjong’s heat. Sungjong was warm-no, hot around L’s dick. The pressure, the hotness, the sheer realization that he had actually penetrated Sungjong was enough to make him want to rock the bed against the wall, telling Woohyun what they were doing, but he restrained himself from moving too much, allowing Sungjong to adjust to his size.
“You know,” Sungjong said through gasps as he wrapped his arms around Myungsoo’s strong shoulders, “Woohyun has never taken me this way. It’s so… intimate.”
Myungsoo smiled and leaned down to Sungjong’s face, pressing their foreheads and noses together. He stared into Sungjong’s dilated eyes, drowning in the depths. “In this position,” he said, “I can watch everything you do, like I’ve been doing ever since I met you, baby.”
“God… Hyung, move,” Sungjong muttered, eyes screwed shut as Myungsoo swiveled his hips.
It was steady, a rhythmic pace that both of them could keep up with. Sungjong let out a low whine, almost like a cat’s, as his nails raked down Myungsoo’s back. His thrusts were slow and timed, each one predictable, but Sungjong could feel it. He felt how careful Myungsoo was of moving too fast or thrusting too hard, and as much as it was gentle, it was pleasurable.
When Sungjong’s hand suddenly tangled into the long hairs on the back of Myungsoo’s neck, the latter decided to speed up. The smaller male’s moans filled the room, intoxicating Myungsoo as he thrust harder and faster into Sungjong’s tiny body, amazed that he could fit his length into Sungjong’s heat in the first place.
“Myungsoo hyung.” It was just a whisper in his ear, but he heard the lust and the pleasure dripping from Sungjong’s tongue.
The bed creaked against the wall as Myungsoo wrapped his arms around Sungjong’s small frame, enveloping him within his strong arms as he unleashed his inner animal, ramming into Sungjong’s body harder, faster, deeper. A loud scream of surprise and pleasure forced its way out of Sungjong’s mouth.
“Hyung… This is a bad time,” Sungjong suddenly said through harsh pants.
“It’s… never a bad time,” Myungsoo growled, groaning as he tried to restrain himself from releasing too soon.
“I miss your photo hobby,” Sungjong said quickly.
“Thought you hated it,” he ground out, hugging Sungjong closer.
Sungjong’s hold around Myungsoo’s shoulder tightened as Myungsoo hit his prostate, causing a loud moan to echo throughout the room.
“Not… really…” Sungjong managed to say. “I really miss it now.”
Myungsoo clenched his teeth as he felt an immense heat pooling just above his groin. “I’m coming,” he murmured as he continued thrusting into Sungjong’s abused hole, his abdomen rubbing against the maknae’s hard cock between them.
Sungjong nodded. “Me too…”
“Sungjongie…” He came deep inside Sungjong’s core, splashing his hot semen along the raw walls of Sungjong’s ass.
“L hyung…” With his back arch against Myungsoo’s, he came hard between their chests and abdomens.
Gingerly, the older pulled out slowly, fully aware of Sungjong’s sore body. He cleaned the mess they’d both made with tissues and then tossed them away. Laying beside each other, Sungjong laid on Myungsoo’s arm and the latter spooned him tightly while threading his fingers through Sungjong’s soft hair.
“I love you, Sungjong.”
“I know…” It was different from the last time Sungjong had told him he knew Myungsoo loved him. Last time he’d said the words with vice and intentional bitterness; this time, it was only pure innocence and a fairly simple answer, wistful almost.
A short silence filled the air before Sungjong turned a bit toward Myungsoo and pecked him lightly on the lips. “Thank you,” he whispered before turning around again and falling asleep.
L grinned widely. Thank you. It was the most he’d ever gotten, pure and sincere, from Sungjong. He hugged the maknae tighter, burying his nose into his fine hair, smelling the overwhelming scent of sex with a hint of lemon and vanilla. If Myungsoo had to die now, he wouldn’t have minded in the least, but since he wasn’t dying any time soon, he reached over Sungjong’s shoulder to his phone on the desk. Pressing a few buttons, he pulled up the camera, pointed the device at him and the sleeping Sungjong, and snapped a quick picture.
He might as well savor the moment, because there’d never be another one like it-only ones better than it.
He gripped his hand firmly as the wind fluttered through the Jeep. Sungjong’s light laughter filled his ears as Sungyeol reached over from the back of the truck to mess with the maknae’s hair.
“Did you bring your camera today?” asked Sungjong.
Myungsoo shook his head. “The managers wouldn’t let me,” he said.
The younger boy pouted. “I did not just buy you a new camera for you to leave it at home,” he complained.
“I’m sorry,” Myungsoo apologized, kissing the top of his ear. “I’ll take a lot of pictures when we get back home, okay?”
Sungjong smiled and glanced out the window. “You know, L hyung,” he said, tightening his hold on Myungsoo’s hand, “maybe one day, I’ll be able to return your feelings.”
Myungsoo grinned widely and stuck his head next to Sungjong’s, gazing at the bright blue sky. He didn’t say anything, just smiled dreamily and stroked the back of Sungjong’s hand with his thumb. He later learned that their quiet moment together had been captured in the new Japanese music video for “She’s Back.”
Myungsoo decided that he would gladly die any day as long as Sungjong was forever by his side.