You call me by name. (challenge #2: overused) r.
You call me by name
476 words. R.
- Super Junior; Jongwoon x Jungsu
author aoireeza.
summary Lips are for kissing, not missing people.
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
The first time they kiss is a complete accident. He loses his balance on his way to the living room, and Jungsu just so happens to have just gotten up from the couch to get some chips. They bump into each other - crash, collide - and raise their heads only to find themselves a little to close to each other. Proximity becomes an issue. He takes a step back; Jungsu does so, too. Jungsu excuses himself, slips past him to grab a bag of chips. He lets his eyes fall downcast on the floor.
He forgets the very reason why he is there.
The next time they kiss isn’t entirely an accident. It is inevitable - in the midst of tight schedules and a lack of breathing space, a break could only mean a five-minute escape from stress and to pleasure. Jungsu pins him on the wall; the curtains shield them from the world. What if they catch us? Jungsu smirks, shakes his head. They won’t. And for a good seven and a half minutes, they go through a certain routine - kiss, probe, suck, blow; push, pull, break, let go. We’ll be on air in two minutes!
They’re barely breathing when they finish.
He doesn’t even want to talk about the succeeding next times that happen all too often for his sanity. He soon gets accustomed to the feel of Jungsu’s lips, Jungsu’s skin, Jungsu’s breath, Jungsu’s heart beating against his. It’s a carousel ride, this thing that they do - they keep going around in circles and he gets tired, stops running and everything becomes a blur; at the end of the ride, Jungsu’s on the ground.
He’s still riding the pony on the merry-go-round.
The last time they kiss is a disaster. Jungsu storms inside his room, pins him on the wall and kisses him senseless under the dim fluorescent bulb. They could use a better setting - maybe in candlelight, with some quality champagne and gourmet food, not in a room that could use some cleaning. But they couldn’t care less - Jungsu’s unbuttoning his shirt, fingers trailing down his skin afterwards. The light flickers - dies. In the dark, they share breaths and heartbeats that pulsate in the night - echoing, reverberating, unsung, gone.
The music dies down and so does the fire.
Jongwoon. In a different space and time, they could be lovers. It’s Yehsung. Lips are only for lip service, so he whispers But you could call me Jongwoon; only you. Then it’s Leeteuk. Maybe lips are also for laughter, but never for kissing. Well hello there, Leeteuk. Five years from now, they’ll be seeing each other, and the only thing they would be able to give each other is a smile - lip service, still, but maybe, just maybe, they might slip in some heart.
They grind their teeth, gulp down bitter laughter; they smile - Till next.
476 words. R.
- Super Junior; Jongwoon x Jungsu
author aoireeza.
summary Lips are for kissing, not missing people.
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
The first time they kiss is a complete accident. He loses his balance on his way to the living room, and Jungsu just so happens to have just gotten up from the couch to get some chips. They bump into each other - crash, collide - and raise their heads only to find themselves a little to close to each other. Proximity becomes an issue. He takes a step back; Jungsu does so, too. Jungsu excuses himself, slips past him to grab a bag of chips. He lets his eyes fall downcast on the floor.
He forgets the very reason why he is there.
The next time they kiss isn’t entirely an accident. It is inevitable - in the midst of tight schedules and a lack of breathing space, a break could only mean a five-minute escape from stress and to pleasure. Jungsu pins him on the wall; the curtains shield them from the world. What if they catch us? Jungsu smirks, shakes his head. They won’t. And for a good seven and a half minutes, they go through a certain routine - kiss, probe, suck, blow; push, pull, break, let go. We’ll be on air in two minutes!
They’re barely breathing when they finish.
He doesn’t even want to talk about the succeeding next times that happen all too often for his sanity. He soon gets accustomed to the feel of Jungsu’s lips, Jungsu’s skin, Jungsu’s breath, Jungsu’s heart beating against his. It’s a carousel ride, this thing that they do - they keep going around in circles and he gets tired, stops running and everything becomes a blur; at the end of the ride, Jungsu’s on the ground.
He’s still riding the pony on the merry-go-round.
The last time they kiss is a disaster. Jungsu storms inside his room, pins him on the wall and kisses him senseless under the dim fluorescent bulb. They could use a better setting - maybe in candlelight, with some quality champagne and gourmet food, not in a room that could use some cleaning. But they couldn’t care less - Jungsu’s unbuttoning his shirt, fingers trailing down his skin afterwards. The light flickers - dies. In the dark, they share breaths and heartbeats that pulsate in the night - echoing, reverberating, unsung, gone.
The music dies down and so does the fire.
Jongwoon. In a different space and time, they could be lovers. It’s Yehsung. Lips are only for lip service, so he whispers But you could call me Jongwoon; only you. Then it’s Leeteuk. Maybe lips are also for laughter, but never for kissing. Well hello there, Leeteuk. Five years from now, they’ll be seeing each other, and the only thing they would be able to give each other is a smile - lip service, still, but maybe, just maybe, they might slip in some heart.
They grind their teeth, gulp down bitter laughter; they smile - Till next.