[Fic] Minseok's Birthday Bash Part One
Title: A Game Of Patience
Pairing: Minseok/Luhan
Rating: NC17
Length: 3k
Summary: Prince Minseok finds himself betrothed to a man he's never met.
Minseok is the first born royal son, a healthy boy with no purpose in a world such as this. All the power lies with women, with a commanding Queen who sees Minseok’s only use as one to later create an alliance with another country when he’s of age. With the following birth of his sisters, Minseok is left to his own devices as long as he stays out of the way.
He doesn’t have a hard life - allowed to sit in on lessons with his sisters who see him as more of an amusement than a hindrance. Minseok learns to read and write, to dance and sing, to fill his days with imagined adventures as he plays hide and seek in the gardens with one of many servants charged with keeping the hedges trim.
Minseok doesn’t think anything of his future until the day he’s summoned to the throne room, a thick knot swelling in his throat and mouth going dry at the thought of being in front of his mother, his Queen. He sinks low on his knees in front of her, not daring to match eyes with the woman who birthed him as she sits on her throne. Minseok heard from the palace guards that she rarely leaves the lavish chair, even giving birth to all her children in it as proof to the world that she’s strong. And Minseok believes it.
“Your eighteenth name day is tomorrow,” she begins, her voice devoid of emotion and full of authority. Minseok does not move, barely dares to breathe. “I have arranged a suitable match for you - a marriage to a fitting Prince.”
Minseok’s chest swells, a thousand queries passing through his mind only to be silenced because it is not his place to question. “You honor me, Your Majesty,” he answers.
“I expect you to be ready to leave in the morning.”
It’s the end of the conversation and Minseok catches one last glimpse of his mother before he’s ushered out. They’ve never had a relationship and, honestly, Minseok had considered the fact that he was mostly forgotten and he would spend the rest of his days watching the world go by. To be married is a tremendous thing even if he knows it’s only to legitimately get him out of her palace and hide her shame at having a male son. And Minseok would be remiss to not think that the same reasoning is behind his soon-to-be husband’s betrothal.
Royal sons are usually paired off and given estates away from the ruling body to get them out of sight and, thus, out of mind. An alliance of shame. How fitting.
It’s a six day carriage ride that takes them east and then southeast, leaving Minseok lamenting the loss of the comforts of home and the inability to sit on his bottom because it’s too sore from bumping around on the seat for days. The cushions don’t really absorb much and by the time they’re pulling up in front of a tasteful villa, Minseok is aching in places he didn’t know he could ache.
He’s ushered inside, hobbling along as best he can, as the attendants unload the two meager trunks full of his belongings and follow. Minseok would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, eyes flickering from fine tapestries lining the walls to the wine colored carpets and gilded embellishments along the furniture. Even coming from a home such as his, this is luxurious.
His room is no less extravagant and Minseok soon finds himself cooing his love to the pillows and soft duvet as he crawls on the bed. Something in his spine cracks and he falls flat, content to suffocate. Everything smells of lavender and he’s a little bit in love.
Someone coughs and Minseok flushes, sitting up to find a tall, striking man standing in the doorway. He scrambles off the mattress and wipes his slightly sweaty palms over the wrinkles in his robe.
“Prince Minseok?” he inquires and as soon as Minseok nods, the man bows. “I am Yifan, your personal guard until the wedding.”
“Personal guard?”
He swears there’s a quirk of Yifan’s lips before it disappears. “I am here to ensure you are well taken care of and preserved until your wedding night.”
This time Minseok blushes all the way from the tips of his ears to his toes as they curl inside his slippers. “Preserved?” he questions with a squeak.
“His Majesty, Prince Luhan, isn’t known for his self control and you are something he has coveted since he first set eyes upon you nearly a year ago.”
“We’ve met before?” Minseok is suddenly very curious, trying to recall the faces of the diplomats his mother and her court had been entertaining around that time period. He hadn’t been allowed to wander around - mostly confined to his room - but there were a few introductions during meals.
“I don’t believe so,” Yifan explains, only confusing Minseok further. “But you will be acquainted shortly and it’s only a few short days until the wedding. You’ll have a lifetime to get to know one another.”
If Minseok weren’t so suddenly panicked at the idea of being married to a complete stranger, he would have picked up the teasing in Yifan’s tone. It goes over his head as his internalized distress seeps to the surface, a frown pulling down on his lips and his breathing increasing in pace.
“I’m going to be married to someone I’ve never even seen!” he exclaims, dropping his face into his hands.
“Would you like to meet him then?”
Minseok stands up straight, hands falling. It’s not supposed to be a trick question, but the answer eludes Minseok. Does he want to want to step into that yet or keep hidden for just a little while longer? In the end, his curiosity wins out although it doesn’t stop the tight ball of anxiety that pulses in his chest as he follows behind Yifan’s long strides.
Minseok nearly crashes into Yifan when the guard stops, reaching up to knock on the door in front of him. “Your Highness,” Yifan calls. “Your betrothed is here.”
Yifan’s tone really ruffles Minseok’s feathers - like he’s some kind of running joke and doesn’t know it - and he’s scowling when the door is swung open. A hand wraps around Minseok’s wrist and pulls him forward hard enough to hit against Yifan, knocking the guard aside as Minseok tumbles into the room. The door slams behind him and the lock clicks in place before Minseok can orient himself, his back to the wall and a pair of feet the only thing in his view.
Then he looks up.
Oh.
Prince Luhan is a handsome man - blond hair, pink lips and dancing eyes set on a backdrop of fair skin and Minseok’s heart is racing. He’s completely certain he’s never seen this man before because he definitely would have remembered him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Luhan begins, smiling as he raises a hand. His fingers caress across the rise of Minseok’s cheekbone before lowering down to his jaw. “Officially.”
Minseok swallows, a little terrified because Luhan’s hand isn’t stopping. It goes from his neck to his chest and even if his touch is light, Minseok can still feel it through his robes.
“Luhan,” barks Yifan through through the door as the guard tries to get inside. “Back away from your fiancé.”
Luhan ignores Yifan in favor of pressing in close to Minseok as Minseok shrinks in on himself.
“In a few days you’ll be all mine.”
Minseok lets out a soft whimper, unable to stop himself from staring into Luhan’s eyes, the quirk of his lips, the way his nose scrunches when he speaks.
“And I’m going to ravish you from dusk until dawn.”
A full body shudder travels up and down Minseok twice before the door is wrested open and Yifan is prying them apart. He’s left reeling, unsteady on his feet as Yifan drags him to safety and vows to keep a better watch on him.
Minseok spends his days leading up to the wedding hoping that Luhan will pull him away again so they can be alone. It’s not easy trying to court someone when there are two other men standing there to make sure they don’t even get close enough to reach out and touch. Minseok hadn’t anticipated this particular problem when he was told he was to be married.
He also hadn’t anticipated Luhan.
They sit across from one another at meals, Luhan with his eyes seemingly fixated on Minseok’s mouth and Minseok drinking enough wine to turn his cheeks pink. The added benefit of Luhan’s compliments have Minseok a little head over heels and suddenly the prospect of marriage is one he welcomes with open arms.
They talk of books and their favorite stories of adventure and romance, Luhan suggesting they act out some of the scenes, but Yifan and Sehun - Luhan’s dutiful guard - always manage to catch Luhan before he can get to Minseok. It’s a common enough occurrence that Minseok stops flinching away and instead watches as Luhan is pushed back, a pout on his pretty lips.
Luhan shows Minseok the gardens behind their home and is overruled against playing a game of hide and seek, so opts for having lunch served amongst the flowers. And Minseok can’t help the grin that spreads over his face when Luhan tells him they will be married out here.
As much as Minseok was anticipating his wedding, it goes by in a blur of faces all wishing them well and Minseok trying his best not to trip over the beautiful cream robes they dressed him in. The garden is breathtaking with tents propped in the grass for the guests to stand in the shade as Luhan takes Minseok’s hand and links their fingers together.
Out of the corner of his eye, Minseok sees both Yifan and Sehun flinch with an ingrained desire to wrench the two apart.
All too soon, or not soon enough, Luhan and Minseok are declared married and even if none of Minseok’s family made the trip to bid him farewell and happiness in his new life, he’s pleased enough with his new friends, his new husband.
There are flamboyant dancers dressed in the brightest colors that perform while they eat and Minseok is certain he’s going to fidget straight out of his chair from nerves. It’s one thing to want something but another entirely when you finally get it - and don’t know exactly what’s going to happen now that it’s here. Minseok thinks he should have drained that bottle of wine, but it’s too late. Luhan has an arm around his waist, leading Minseok into their home with a wave to their guests and a bow he drags Minseok down for as well.
Yifan and Sehun and the rest of the staff will ensure the guests make it out safely as per Luhan’s orders.
It’s still catching up to Minseok that they’re alone and touching and in the bedroom when Luhan bends down to kiss him. He squeaks, gasping when Luhan runs his tongue over his lip and then into Minseok’s mouth. His hands fist in the front of Luhan’s robes for support, tripping back on his feet because Luhan is shuffling them toward the bed.
"I've waited so long for this," Luhan breathes against Minseok's lips before kissing him again. Minseok is struggling to keep up, wondering briefly how many times Luhan's done this before because his experience shows. There's an odd lurch in Minseok's stomach at the thought, but it's quickly quelled by Luhan's fingers insistently pulling at Minseok's robes even as he refuses to part from his mouth.
Minseok head is spinning and he feels heated all over even as the air around him is cold on his skin when his robes fall to the floor. He tries to help Luhan out of his own, fumbling with the ties and eyelets until Luhan slips out with a roll of his shoulders.
Before Minseok gets a chance to pull away and admire the naked form of his husband, Luhan drops, knees on their robes and hands running up Minseok's thighs. Minseok lets out a shuddered breath, eyes wide and heart beating rapidly when Luhan leans forward and sucks the tip of his dick into his mouth.
There's no pretense, no patience as Luhan takes down as much as he can and hollows his cheeks until Minseok is hard and throbbing on his tongue. Minseok leans forward to bury his hands in Luhan's styled hair, dig his nails into his scalp to keep his knees from giving out.
He can't take his eyes off Luhan's mouth, off the way his lips are stretched around his cock and spit pools in the corners. Luhan is earnest, head bobbing fast as he reaches up to cup Minseok's balls, fondly light enough to just add a little extra heat to the boiling pit already swirling in Minseok's gut.
Minseok thinks about asking Luhan to slow down because it's all going so fast. He doesn't know how to keep up, his moans loud in the room and some of them in the form of Luhan's name; those are the ones Luhan seems to enjoy the most because his eyes practically shine and he looks up at Minseok with such affection that, no, this is just right.
Luhan stands just as quickly as he'd dropped, Minseok's cock falling from his mouth and he barely gets out a whine before Luhan is kissing him again. Minseok is a little more sure of this part, kissing back with the same passion and body thrumming with want. He wants all of Luhan and more.
Gentle hands push until Minseok falls back on their bed, the blankets soft and silky on his skin as Luhan crawls over him, hair fallen and in his eyes as he smiles. "My Minseok," Luhan purrs, leaning down to push his nose to Minseok's neck, to leave kisses trailed down his throat and to his chest. Minseok's eyes slip closed, focusing on the way his body bends to accommodate Luhan, how he chases his touch without realizing until Luhan's is laughing softly into his hair before drawing his chin up to kiss him softly.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," Luhan promises and Minseok is left wondering how much better this could get until he watches Luhan reaching for a small jar of oil.
This isn't something completely foreign to Minseok, having spent many a night exploring himself, but to have someone else do it has anticipation gripping tight around his neck. Luhan wets his fingers and Minseok is embarrassed at how easily his legs fall open, letting Luhan eye him hungrily before spreading him a little further. The first press has Minseok’s eyes fluttering closed, head tipping back into the soft blankets as he relaxes.
Luhan is gentle, pushing in slow and carefully until Minseok is shifting his hips down for more, whining in the back of his throat because he’s much too turned on to drag this out. Minseok reaches down, curling fingers around Luhan’s wrist to urge him to go faster. Luhan falls over Minseok with a noise of appreciation that’s muffled between their mouths when they kiss. It’s so easy to get dragged under, letting instincts and pleasure twist around his limbs until Minseok is a mess, pushing down on three of Luhan’s fingers and whimpering in Luhan’s ear how he needs more.
Minseok locks his legs around Luhan’s waist, spine bending off the bed when Luhan’s cock slides inside him. It’s so wet from all the extra oil and Minseok has never felt this full. Every drag of Luhan’s cock pulls a new moan from Minseok, a new way of voicing how much he loves the way Luhan is taking him.
Luhan rests his weight on his forearms, ducking his head to suck a dark mark beneath Minseok’s jaw as Minseok digs fingers into his back, his hips lifting higher with each thrust. “No one can stop us from doing this every day,” Luhan whispers in Minseok’s ear as he snaps forward harder. Minseok curls his nails into Luhan’s shoulderblades. “I’m going to make you scream my name in every room,” he vows.
Minseok feels the heat in his body growing too hot, pooling deep in his stomach and he gasps for air through dry lips and a sore throat. “Luhan,” he moans, voice broken and trailing off on a whimper.
“Minseok,” Luhan answers, thrusting into him long and hard as Minseok tenses around him. “Tomorrow, I’m going to let you have me any way you desire.”
The sudden image of Luhan on all fours, ass in the air and legs spread has Minseok coming hard enough to nearly black out his vision. He clamps around Luhan with each pulse, trying not to let go even if his arms and legs feel like jelly and his head is spinning. Luhan groans in Minseok’s ear, slamming into him faster and faster until Minseok can feel his cock throbbing inside him. His hips stutter and Luhan’s forehead drops to Minseok’s shoulder as he rocks through it with whispers of Minseok’s name.
Luhan is gorgeous even when his skin is pink from exertion and he’s covered in sweat. His eyes are half-lidded and his hair is a mess and Minseok smiles lazily up at him as he attempts to tame the strands with his fingers scraping gently through the knots. “Husband,” Minseok sighs aloud and the way Luhan grins at him is enough to have his stomach flipping.
“Husband.”
Title: Baby, We're Just Skin And Bones
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun
Rating: NC17
Length: 2k
Summary: Minseok loves watching his boyfriend on stage.
The small club is packed - standing room only - which is why Minseok is tucked by the bar, a beer in his hand as he watches the the show on stage. Every light in the place is directed at the four men lifted higher than the rest, their music vibrating through the speakers and thrumming in Minseok’s ear. He tips back his bottle, letting the bitter taste of hops mix with the scratchy way Jongin’s voice floods through the building.
While his vocals aren’t amazing, the finesse in which Jongin owns the stage is enthralling. He has no shame about tugging his shirt off between songs, the muscled definition of his torso on display and already shining with sweat. Minseok knows those spotlights are fucking hot and it’s no surprise to see lines of sweat running down Jongin’s back when he turns around.
Jongin has one boot clad foot kicked up on an amp, leaning dangerously low over the crowd closest to the stage. With a wink, he drops too low for Minseok to see before reappearing with something in his hand. Minseok laughs when he sees Jongin open the tube of lipstick and smear red around his lips, smacking them once before handing the makeup back to someone in the audience.
Minseok just knows Yifan, the band’s manager, is going to nag Jongin about that. He also knows that Jongin will probably take the opportunity to wipe the red mess off his mouth by smearing it around Yifan’s dick. Minseok still hasn’t figured out if Yifan is either too starstruck to ever follow through on admonishing Jongin for his peculiar behavior, or he’s just smart enough to know how to get Jongin’s mouth on his dick at least four times a week.
Jongin slinks across the stage, a hand landing on the main guitarist’s stomach and trailing up, bringing his shirt with him until it catches under his armpits to fall partially back down. The screams amplify at the display of a taut, pale torso with the top of a tattoo peeking out from underneath low hanging jeans. Sehun’s always been pretty and his dark-lined eyes fall to half mast when Jongin’s fists a handful of his hair and drags him in.
The two kiss on stage in a display of tongue and slick lips that have Minseok covering his ears to keep from incurring permanent eardrum damage from all the fans shrieking. A tap on the shoulder has Minseok craning his neck and leaning in because the bartender - Jongdae - is halfway over the bar and trying to get closer.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Jongdae asks, motioning to the two boys licking into each other’s mouths on stage between lines.
Minseok gives Jongdae a little shrug, lips pulled up on one side. “It’s fan service,” he answers. “And it’s hot.” Jongdae waves Minseok off with a shake of his head, clearly unable to see why Minseok isn’t fuming because, well, Sehun is Minseok’s boyfriend.
They’ve been together long enough to have crowded into a small studio apartment with all their collective shit stacked up along the walls and in the closet. The only furniture they own is a bed with creaky springs, but the mattress is soft and the half a dozen clashing comforters thrown on top of it is just the right amount of warmth. They’ve suffered through a few cigarette burns on pillowcases and that one time Sehun almost lit the curtains over the bed on fire, but other than that, their life is fucking perfect.
So yeah, maybe it should worry him that his boyfriend is making out with someone else in front of hundreds of people, but Minseok knows that entire Back Story. Sehun and Jongin have been best friends their entire lives, going through it all hand-in-hand. So it wasn’t a surprise when they started fucking in the midst of an agonizingly long puberty, eager to have a hand that wasn’t their own on their dicks.
And perhaps Minseok would be concerned except they haven’t done anything off the stage since he and Sehun started dating. Besides, Jongin seems to have this weird boner for corrupting their sweater-vest wearing manager.
Minseok finds himself abandoning his perch and squeezing through cramped bodies in the middle of Leather Flavored Apathy, the last song of the night. He barely gets to the backstage door, flashing Chanyeol a smile when he’s let through and the line of scantily clad girls and boys give out a chorus of groans. Minseok makes sure to wiggle his hips a little more just for show.
He can hear the screams muffled through the walls and grins to himself, boots scuffing along scarred linoleum as he makes the familiar turn to the small changing rooms. The third door on the left is the one Sehun shares with their crazy drummer, Joonmyun. Sometimes it’s a little surreal, like he’s riding on the coattails of fame by proxy. But then he spies the faded and folded picture of him and Sehun on the back of Joonmyun’s favorite motorcycle taped to the mirror. It was from before the band had gotten popular, back when they were playing shows to the three people who stumbled into the club by accident and stuck around for the free drink.
The door opens behind Minseok and Sehun takes one look at Minseok before pushing Joonmyun back out of the room with a hand over his face. “Asshole,” Joonmyun grunts, heading next door to where Baekhyun, the bass player, is bound to be alone because Jongin no doubt has Yifan backed into a corner with a hand down his expensive pressed slacks already.
Sehun is quick to hook an elbow behind Minseok’s neck, dragging him in for a breathy kiss. There’s a hand under Minseok’s shirt, fingertips digging into the bare skin of his hip before they’re tipping backward. Sehun falls into a chair, bringing Minseok with him, refusing to stop kissing him even if it’s evident that he needs to catch his breath.
“You’re covered in cheap lipstick,” Minseok laughs against Sehun’s mouth, hoping none of it wiped off onto his face.
“Jongin’s fault,” Sehun says before leaning in, trying to kiss Minseok again, but Minseok pushes him back. He stands, leaving Sehun slumped in the chair as he looks for the package of makeup wipes they keep around somewhere. When he finds them, Minseok sits on Sehun’s thighs, pulling one out to clean the lipstick off Sehun’s lips and the surrounding area.
“You look ridiculous,” Minseok laughs, taking in the pink skin around Sehun’s mouth and his smudged all to hell eyeliner.
Sehun rolls his eyes, fingers around Minseok’s wrist and his other hand snaking its way back under Minseok’s shirt to drag him in again. Minseok lets out a long suffering sigh, feigning annoyance even as he eagerly presses his lips against Sehun’s, lets his boyfriend lick between them and drag the deepest of moans into the air.
Sehun rocks his hips up, drawing Minseok’s attention to Sehun’s poor, neglected and hard dick. Minseok looks at Sehun with his eyebrows raised. “We don’t have time for this.”
But Sehun does this stupid pout where his lip sticks out and his shoulders sag and Minseok is already grumbling about being a fucking pushover as he slides off Sehun’s lap and onto his knees. Sehun has his jeans pushed down his thighs by the time Minseok finds a position that doesn’t kill his kneecaps. His cock is definitely hard, and curved up to his bare stomach because Sehun is already pulling his shirt off over his head.
And really, they don’t have time for this because there is always too much demand for an encore to ignore, so Minseok has to dive right in. With his fist tight around the base of Sehun’s cock, he swallows him down with practiced ease. Sehun groans, fingers in Minseok’s hair and hips surging upward. It’s sloppy, saliva pooling in Minseok’s mouth and dribbling down his chin and Sehun’s cock as it fucks in and out of his lips.
It’s easy to get Sehun off after a set, the adrenaline in his veins leaving him sensitive and too wound up to do anything except let his instincts chase the pleasure that comes with Minseok’s mouth. Minseok allows Sehun to guide his head, breathing in deep through his nose just before the tip of Sehun’s cock hits the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” Sehun breathes, the word coming out sharp in the small room. “Your mouth is so fucking perfect.”
Minseok glances up to see Sehun’s head thrown back, the long column of his neck exposed and damn he wants to mark it up. He pulls off Sehun’s cock so suddenly, Sehun can’t protest, words dying in a strangled moan as Minseok jerks him off through the tight ring of his fingers. Minseok licks his lips slowly, enjoying the pleasure that plays out across Sehun’s face and the stuttered way his name comes out.
Minseok attaches his mouth to the skin just above Sehun’s hip, sucking hard and dragging it through his teeth. Sehun’s cock throbs in his hand and he strokes him faster, moving up to another spot to leave his mark. “Minseok, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Minseok stops darkening the mark beside Sehun’s belly button and sinks back down, taking Sehun’s cock into his mouth. Two drawn out sucks around the crown and Sehun comes hot and heavy. It mixes with the taste of beer already in Minseok’s mouth and he swallows without complaint, letting Sehun’s hips stutter to a halt on their own.
“I really hope you’re done in there,” comes Jongin’s voice through the door. Sehun startles, nearly tipping the entire chair backwards. Minseok has to catch him, barking out a laugh as he tucks Sehun’s softening cock back in his jeans.
“We’re decent.”
Jongin barges in, eyes darting between Minseok and Sehun and the position they’re in. “Decent is debatable,” he answers, but still doesn’t hesitate to grab Sehun’s wrist and pull him up. “Come on, lover boy. We’ve got an encore to do.”
Jongin drags Sehun out of the room and Minseok follows, eyes falling on a disheveled Yifan who is frantically trying to tuck his shirt back in. It doesn’t hide the red lipstick stains wiped all over the front of his slacks, but Minseok isn’t about to tell him that.
Minseok manages to find his place at the bar again, thoroughly enjoying his view. Sehun is still topless, his blond hair a sweaty tangled mess and the hickeys Minseok left behind starting to really come to life under the spotlights. He likes to consider it a giant fuck you to everyone out there trying to get into his boyfriend’s pants because Sehun is only Minseok’s.
Jongin gets an arm around Sehun’s waist and pushes the mic under his mouth so they can sing the next line together before Jongin licks up the side of Sehun’s face. Ok, so maybe Sehun is a little bit Jongin’s too, but Minseok doesn’t mind so much.
After the show, when most of the fans are gone and there’s nothing left save for a languid sort of happiness as they pour out the back door, Sehun leans heavily against Minseok. His arm is back around Minseok’s neck, steps wobbly from the beers he drank after the encore. “When we get home,” Sehun starts, lips brushing the shell of Minseok’s ear, “I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up.”
Title: Burning Out
Pairing: Minseok/Chanyeol
Rating: NC17
Length: 1700w
Summary: (Mama Power Au!) Chanyeol fucks up.
“What part of stealth op did you not get?” Minseok growls into the dirt, his body trapped underneath Chanyeol as a secondary chain of explosions goes off behind them. They’d been sent in to assess the situation, see how best to take down the installation with minimal damage and loss of life. This is neither.
Minseok elbows Chanyeol away and turns, groaning when all he sees is the burning remains of a building without the possibility of anyone else walking out. “Fucking great,” he spits, pushing off the ground to stand. He makes a go at wiping away the dust and ash all over his clothing, but it’s no use.
A third explosion has Chanyeol scrambling from his ass and onto his feet. Minseok eyes him up and down with a scowl before smacking Chanyeol on the forehead with the heel of his palm. “Do you have any idea how much of a paperwork nightmare this is going to be?”
Minseok walks away with Chanyeol on his heels, shoulders hunched as dirt falls from his hair. There’s no way to salvage this situation and Minseok is well on his way to a massive headache when he radios in for a pick up. The last thing he sees before Jongin wraps an arm around his waist to port him away is Chanyeol’s dumb lost puppy look.
“Volatile!”
The word is loud even through the closed door and Minseok sags against the wall, waiting for his CO to take the brunt of their Chief’s wrath before passing it along. Chanyeol hadn’t been spared such a fate, storming out of the office with his fists flaming and the smell of burnt paper and hair trailing behind him. Minseok had wanted to follow, but one pointed glare from Kris and he stayed put, stomach clenching and instincts on high alert.
He has to stop himself when he accidentally freezes a trail straight up to the ceiling, hoping he pulled it back before it hit the pipes. The door opens with a flourish and Kris tilts his head for Minseok to follow and he does so without a word, keeping two steps behind Kris as they walk down to one of the interrogation rooms.
This can’t be good.
These rooms are made to withstand the brunt of their special task force’s abilities, although Chanyeol had leveled one back when he first started, leaving their suspect a little crispy and the walls crumbled. They’ve upgraded since then, but if Minseok’s being taken to one, chances are high that what Kris is about to say might set him off.
The door clicks shut and Kris rounds on Minseok, his posture one of defeat. “It’s not your fault,” he begins, staring at the wall behind Minseok. Kris leans his weight on the back of one of the chairs, knuckles white and fingers drumming over the plastic. “I did all I could, but it’s out of my hands.”
“What’s out of your hands?” Now Minseok is afraid.
“They’re splitting you two up.”
Minseok sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth, backing away until his shoulders hit the wall. “What?”
“Chanyeol’s benched pending a review and a psych eval.” Kris finally meets Minseok’s eyes. “And they’re giving you a new partner.”
Minseok feels the chill prickling in the tips of his fingers, balling his fists to keep from letting it loose because this isn’t Kris’ fault. It’s not really the Chief’s fault either because Chanyeol really had screwed up and it’s not the first time. Minseok thought he could help keep Chanyeol subdued, use his cool composure to soothe over the heated burn of Chanyeol’s brashness, but it’s clear that he was wrong.
That doesn’t make the sting any better and Minseok can’t control the burst of ice that floods the room. Kris manages to avoid slipping and falling on his ass by hovering over the table with a sad, understanding look of defeat about him. Minseok doesn’t doubt Kris’ attempt to go to bat for Chanyeol because they’re friends. Even when they’d nearly burned down a bar in a drunken stupor, Kris and Chanyeol have this friendship that goes past all this.
Minseok slumps back against the wall with a resounding sigh. “Who are they saddling me with?”
Chanyeol is kept in a holding tank for two days until he cools off enough to not set any of the guards on fire as soon as the door is opened. And then he’s sent straight home. Minseok is waiting for him, opening the door and letting Chanyeol fall into his arms. “Missed you,” Chanyeol mumbles, words muffled in Minseok’s hair. Chanyeol’s hands are large and hot when they land on Minseok’s waist, holding tight enough to sear small holes in his shirt.
Minseok is too relieved at having Chanyeol back home to care.
What they are - this relationship - stays away from work. They never bring it to the office and, in turn, the office never comes home. This is where they decompress, simply enjoy each other’s company without responsibility hanging over their heads. And it’s been a lonely two days without Chanyeol to keep the bed warm and reheat Minseok’s coffee when he accidentally freezes it after two sips because sometimes his temperature control is way off in the morning.
“Have you slept?” Minseok asks, letting Chanyeol’s weight settle on his chest as he leads them down the hall. Chanyeol shakes his head, lazily toeing off his shoes along the way while still keeping himself mostly draped over Minseok.
“Me either,” Minseok confesses, feeling the press of exhaustion in his eyes, squeezing his temples. It’s tough to admit that he can’t sleep without Chanyeol beside him anymore, his light snores and hitched sighs a soundtrack that lulls Minseok to sleep. The silence left in Chanyeol’s absence led to Minseok curling up on Chanyeol’s spot in the bed for hours before giving it up as a lost cause.
They fall into bed, pulling at clothes and scraping off socks as they wiggle under the comforter. It isn’t long before Minseok finds himself curled in Chanyeol’s arms and well on his way to knocking out.
Minseok wakes with a groan, refusing to open his eyes as Chanyeol shifts behind him. It was the movement that pulled him from slumber and Minseok is determined to fall back asleep as soon as possible.
Chanyeol, however, seems to be reading from a different script.
His hips push against Minseok’s ass and the arm Chanyeol has around Minseok’s waist tightens, pulling Minseok back until they’re flush. Chanyeol is sweaty, his skin sticky and the sheets damp. Sleep is suddenly unimportant because Chanyeol only ends up this way when he’s having nightmares - usually about the lab that had their hooks in him before the agency pulled him out of that hell hole.
Minseok tries to rollover, but Chanyeol locks him in place, breath hotter than it should be when it fans down the expanse of Minseok’s neck. He shudders, turning his head enough to see the fiery orange of Chanyeol’s pupils before he’s being kissed.
Even Chanyeol’s mouth is burning hot, his tongue slipping easily through Minseok’s lips to steal the very breath from his lungs. Minseok knows Chanyeol is fragile right now, knows how those memories make him feel less human, like he exists to be used by others. He tried to talk Chanyeol down once and quickly discovered the only way to get through to him was through touch, with physical expressions of love - not words.
So Minseok loves Chanyeol the best way he knows how.
It takes a little work, Chanyeol’s cock swelling against the cleft of Minseok’s ass while Minseok tries to reach the nightstand without moving away, his fingers brushing the bottle of lube before he manages to get a hold on it. Chanyeol plucks it from him, two slick fingers soon finding their way between Minseok’s legs, pushing against his rim before slipping through. Minseok gasps, mouth open and eyes closed as Chanyeol works him open with hurried movements.
His fingers spread and Minseok pushes back, releasing his hold on the sheets to run his palm down his own cock now that he's started getting hard. Chanyeol speeds, three fingers twisting inside Minseok, crooking just enough to have Minseok stifling a moan in the pillow.
Chanyeol's cock is slick and hot when it pushes into Minseok, the crown edging in slowly and the rest following with ease. It's only been a few days, but it feels like it's been forever since Minseok's felt this full, this complete. Chanyeol rocks his hips gently at first, his palm resting just above Minseok's cock to keep him close.
The bed creaks and the rhythm is only broken by the erratic hitches in Chanyeol's breathing as he picks up the pace. He feels Chanyeol’s palm running down, fingertips searing a trail over his skin until he grabs his thigh and lifts, fucking deeper into Minseok’s body. Minseok pushes back and Chanyeol surges forward and everything builds, a constant pressure in the pit of his stomach that amplifies each time Chanyeol thrusts into him.
Chanyeol is mumbling Minseok's name, lips against the sensitive skin on the back of Minseok's neck. Minseok twists his head enough to kiss Chanyeol, moaning into his mouth as his body is jolted with each snap of Chanyeol's hips.
Chanyeol lets go of Minseok's leg, but only to wrap his long fingers around Minseok's cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. Minseok tries to curl in on himself from the stimulation, his thighs trembling and breathing erratic as he tries to catch up. His ass pushes back onto Chanyeol's cock and Chanyeol sends him forward into the circle of his fist.
Minseok comes undone as the heat from Chanyeol's cock pulses inside him, a groan drowned in Minseok's mouth when Chanyeol bites down on the side of his lip. Come spills between Chanyeol's fingers and drips onto the sheets to mix with sweat. Minseok grinds back, drawing everything he can out of Chanyeol before he stills.
They're incomplete without each other - two pieces of a different puzzle that happen to fit together perfectly. Minseok can't imagine his life without Chanyeol at his side and it's going to take some work to get used to having a new partner at work, but at least he still gets him at home and that's enough for now.
Chanyeol falls back asleep still inside Minseok, arm heavy over his waist and breath tickling down his neck. And it's perfect.
Title: Blast Off
Pairing: Minseok/Jongdae
Rating: NC17
Length: 2300w
Summary: With the Earth uninhabitable, Minseok and Jongdae work for a new home.
"What do you think it's like there?"
Minseok can hear Jongdae's eye roll over the comm, smiling to himself as he gingerly steps over a soft pocket of earth. His heat sensors indicate magma close to the surface and his every move must be carefully calculated. One wrong step and he'll sink into the ground to be burned alive. It's not the most glamorous way to die, but it is one of the more common ones.
Job safety isn't as important as it used to be even with their limited supply of fresh bodies to take the place of the old. The moon colonies just aren't enough to keep up with the demand and people are pushed through training too quickly, sent planetside before they're ready and the newbie mortality rates have skyrocketed.
Minseok and Jongdae are lucky enough to have common sense on their side - that and a determination to live long enough to see themselves off the moon and on a ship to a far better place.
After the third nuclear war, the remnants of humanity gathered and created an unparalleled space program intended to find a new home because the damage to this one was irreparable. It took decades, but as soon as a suitable planet was found, most of the surviving people took off on cryo-ships to sleep their way through the nearly half-century long journey to their destination - New Earth. (No points for originality.)
A colony was left behind on the moon and their purpose was to clean up the planet in the hopes that one day humanity can return. That was nearly three centuries ago and while the population on the moon has expanded into two new colonies, the Earth is no closer to being safe enough to live on. At this rate, most of what they do is salvage structures and useful materials to ship back to the moon for upkeep and add-ons to help with the expansion.
Minseok and Jongdae are a pair of scavengers, tip-toeing through debris of a city in their survival suits. There's a tether attached to the back of the suit, allowing them to be hauled up by the craft hovering over them just in case, but the response time still isn't quick enough to keep a lava pocket from snuffing one of them out. The newer scavengers are too reliant on the tethers, but Minseok has seen too many deaths to fall for that trap.
"Come on," Minseok urges. "What do you think it's like on New Earth?"
Jongdae sighs. "You've seen the holo-vids, same as me - blue skies, green grass, trees tall enough to block out the rain."
Minseok can't help the curl of excitement that takes hold in his stomach. "To feel the sun on my face, the wind in my hair," he replies wistfully. Minseok's never felt either of those, either trapped inside the metal structures on the moon or inside his suit on the planet, the skies polluted a dark brown to block out the sun's rays.
"Are you afraid?"
Minseok stops in his tracks, unused to hearing Jongdae voice insecurity outside their shared room back home. "A little, I suppose. I mean, I'm going to miss this place."
Jongdae snorts and Minseok can see him not too far in the distance, turning back toward him. "What's not to miss?" he asks with his arms spread wide. "We have an entire planet to ourselves."
"Now you sound like Baekhyun," Minseok answers with a laugh. Baekhyun is one of the very few people who live on Earth, but only in a rotation. Half of the former North American continent is now a greenhouse now because it’s the most stable continent and there’s a lack of radiation. At least ninety-percent of the food for the moon colonies comes from there and it needs constant upkeep. The staff switch out monthly to avoid over-exposure and Minseok and Jongdae usually get a few extra fruits when Baekhyun makes it back.
"My filter's about had it," Jongdae comments and Minseok hears him call in for a pick-up. He checks his own levels, surprised because he never lets his breathability get so far into the red. He takes one last look around - at rusted, fallen structures and barren land, magma bubbling to the surface in the distance before it's all engulfed in a haze. It might not be much, but it's familiar and this is the last time he'll be here.
"Come on," crackles Jongdae's voice. Minseok looks up to see him disappearing into the cloud cover. "Let's get out of here."
Minseok remembers being a little kid, dashing away from his mother's grip with a giggle as his feet took him over metal floors and around corners he knew like the back of his hand. The corridors haven't changed since then, but Minseok has. There’s even still a dent on the floor from one of the construction teams losing their grip on a load of rebar.
Minseok's mother died during a cave-in of one of the newly constructed tunnels connecting the first two colonies below the surface. He'd been twelve and alone until Jongdae came along. Jongdae took Minseok home, shared his bed and his clothes and declared himself to be Minseok's companion for life.
He wasn't far off.
Minseok leans against a bulkhead, gazing out the tinted window at the sun. It's hard to believe he's about to leave all this behind.
Because of the population boom and inability to keep up with it, a reward system was implemented. A combination of hours planetside and contributions (materials salvaged, items recovered, etc.) are tallied and once they reach a certain level, that person is granted passage on the next cryo-ship to New Earth.
Jongdae and Minseok - who have always shared everything equally - both qualified last month and the next cryo-ship is due to dock in the morning. It's surreal, a dream he never thought he'd actually reach. So many people have died trying for that one last salvage, one more little thing to bring back to add up. No one wants to spend their life encased in metal.
They’ve finally made it and Minseok is terrified and thrilled all at once. Tomorrow is the start of the rest of his life and what makes it perfect is that Jongdae will be at his side. Minseok sighs, shaking his head. He’d wanted a glamorous sunset, a vibrant send off, but it wasn’t meant to be. “The view sucks,” he complains.
“I don’t know,” Jongdae chips in from behind Minseok. “My view is flawless.”
Minseok turns and sees Jongdae blatantly staring at his ass. Typical. “If you think you can seduce me, Kim Jongdae, you’ll have to try harder than that.”
Jongdae pouts as Minseok walks past him, jogging to catch up, an arm around Minseok’s waist to pull him close. “You’ve never made me work for it before,” he mopes.
Minseok leans his head on Jongdae’s shoulder, dropping his weight on him as they wind through the halls toward their room. There was a time when Minseok wanted his own space, wanted the privacy that he’d never really gotten as a kid, but when he and Jongdae were issued separate quarters, Minseok found himself slinking across the hall to Jongdae’s room every single night because he couldn’t sleep alone. Eventually, Jongdae just hauled all of Minseok’s stuff over and told him to get over himself.
Their room is now a hodge podge assortment of things brought back from the planet that were deemed useless by the sorters. There are records stacked in the corner, posters plastered over the walls from old 2D movies, pots and pans full of tiny plastic toys that weren’t melted and various electronics that stopped working centuries ago.
Minseok likes it, but the promise of a new start is enough for him to let this go. The only thing he won’t be letting go of is Jongdae, tugging him down onto their small bed made for one. “We have to pack,” Jongdae mumbles against the front of Minseok’s shirt before wriggling up enough to tuck his head under Minseok’s chin.
“In the morning.”
“The ship will be here in the morning,” Jongdae reminds him, poking Minseok in the side. “And I don’t want to miss it and be stuck on this rock for another year.”
Minseok tries to roll away, but Jongdae pulls him back with a laugh, putting Minseok right where he wants him - underneath him, pinning him with his thighs. Jongdae drops a kiss on Minseok’s lips, a low whine escaping his throat when Minseok doesn’t respond. “If you don’t kiss me, I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures.”
Minseok keeps still, his chin tipped back in a challenge. It’s not long before Jongdae starts trailing his mouth and teeth down Minseok’s neck with a low growl, sucking patches of skin between his lips until they turn red. Minseok’s breath catches in his throat when Jongdae skims fingers just above the waistline of his pants where his shirt has risen up.
Jongdae goes teasingly slow, fingers hooking in the top of Minseok’s pants to pull them down. Minseok resists the urge to squirm, to either stop Jongdae’s progression or hasten it because he feels like he’s going to go a little mad.
It’s pointless to put up a fight when he knows he’s going to give in, but the curl of Jongdae’s lips and the blush on his cheeks from having to do all the work looks good on him and Minseok is just a little bit addicted. Jongdae looks up at him from between his legs, bottom lip in his teeth and eyes shining just before he nips at the soft skin of Minseok’s thigh.
Minseok sucks in a sharp breath and Jongdae’s face breaks out in a triumphant grin. He doesn’t stop though, palms hot on Minseok’s thighs as he spreads them apart and leans down to drop a chaste kiss on the tip of Minseok’s rapidly hardening cock. Jongdae has always taken pleasure in his ability to get Minseok worked up with so little stimulation and Minseok would protest, except he likes it too.
“Come up here,” Minseok whines, his hips lifting to gain Jongdae’s attention. Jongdae ignores him, so Minseok grabs a fistful of hair and hauls him up, relishing the soft moan he hears as Jongae kisses him again. This time Minseok responds, licking into Jongdae’s mouth and running his hands down so he can get at Jongdae’s pants.
They end up twisted together, too many hands and not enough space, but somehow it works well enough for their clothes to end up in a pile on the floor. Jongdae still manages to keep his position on top, using it to his advantage as he rocks their hips together, nipping along the expanse of Minseok’s neck.
Minseok fits a hand between them, gripping both their cocks. Jongdae jerks forward with a moan, abandoning his art in favor of Minseok’s mouth as Minseok slowly begins to pump. Watching Jongdae’s mouth fall open and eyes glaze over with desire is one of Minseok’s favorite things. He drags his palm through the sticky trail of precome so the slide is easier, hotter.
Jongdae leans his weight on one arm to help, his fingers fitting between Minseok’s to jerk them off quicker. He’s the more impatient one, always looking for the quick off while Minseok is content to let things build slowly. Sometimes Minseok gets his way and sometimes Jongdae does. Tonight it looks as if Jongdae is in charge, his fist tightening and Minseok’s hips raising as fingers catch around the crown of his cock.
Minseok hooks his elbow around Jongdae’s neck, bringing him down for a sloppy kiss that’s more saliva and tongue than lips. His toes curl in their unmade sheets and Minseok can feel the tremor that starts in Jongdae’s thigh - a sign that he’s close.
They work together to go faster and Jongdae squeezes almost painfully tight when he comes, nicking Minseok’s lower lip with his teeth as he cries out. Come catches on Minseok’s fingers and stomach and Jongdae looks down between them to finish jerking Minseok off. It doesn’t take much, just a few more pumps and Minseok feels the muscles in his stomach and thighs tensing before it crashes over.
When there’s nothing left save for cramping fingers and heavy breathing, Jongdae slumps off to the side and wiggles against Minseok until he finds a comfortable spot, his head resting on Minseok’s chest. Minseok feels sticky and gross, but too tired to do anything about it. He twists onto his side, throwing a leg over Jongdae and nuzzling into him to knock out. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.
“Minseok,” Jongdae interrupts a few minutes later. “We’re gross.”
“We’ll clean up in the morning,” Minseok mumbles, keeping his grip on Jongdae tight.
“But we have to pack in the morning,” Jongdae whines.
“We’ll clean up and pack in the morning. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
They have to throw the few possessions they own cleared for travel into a bag and rush to make the cryo-ship, Jongdae glowering the entire time until Minseok rests his palm on the back of his neck and drags him in for a sappy, heartfelt kiss. “Smile, baby. We’re about to get a start on the rest of our lives.”
Pairing: Minseok/Luhan
Rating: NC17
Length: 3k
Summary: Prince Minseok finds himself betrothed to a man he's never met.
Minseok is the first born royal son, a healthy boy with no purpose in a world such as this. All the power lies with women, with a commanding Queen who sees Minseok’s only use as one to later create an alliance with another country when he’s of age. With the following birth of his sisters, Minseok is left to his own devices as long as he stays out of the way.
He doesn’t have a hard life - allowed to sit in on lessons with his sisters who see him as more of an amusement than a hindrance. Minseok learns to read and write, to dance and sing, to fill his days with imagined adventures as he plays hide and seek in the gardens with one of many servants charged with keeping the hedges trim.
Minseok doesn’t think anything of his future until the day he’s summoned to the throne room, a thick knot swelling in his throat and mouth going dry at the thought of being in front of his mother, his Queen. He sinks low on his knees in front of her, not daring to match eyes with the woman who birthed him as she sits on her throne. Minseok heard from the palace guards that she rarely leaves the lavish chair, even giving birth to all her children in it as proof to the world that she’s strong. And Minseok believes it.
“Your eighteenth name day is tomorrow,” she begins, her voice devoid of emotion and full of authority. Minseok does not move, barely dares to breathe. “I have arranged a suitable match for you - a marriage to a fitting Prince.”
Minseok’s chest swells, a thousand queries passing through his mind only to be silenced because it is not his place to question. “You honor me, Your Majesty,” he answers.
“I expect you to be ready to leave in the morning.”
It’s the end of the conversation and Minseok catches one last glimpse of his mother before he’s ushered out. They’ve never had a relationship and, honestly, Minseok had considered the fact that he was mostly forgotten and he would spend the rest of his days watching the world go by. To be married is a tremendous thing even if he knows it’s only to legitimately get him out of her palace and hide her shame at having a male son. And Minseok would be remiss to not think that the same reasoning is behind his soon-to-be husband’s betrothal.
Royal sons are usually paired off and given estates away from the ruling body to get them out of sight and, thus, out of mind. An alliance of shame. How fitting.
It’s a six day carriage ride that takes them east and then southeast, leaving Minseok lamenting the loss of the comforts of home and the inability to sit on his bottom because it’s too sore from bumping around on the seat for days. The cushions don’t really absorb much and by the time they’re pulling up in front of a tasteful villa, Minseok is aching in places he didn’t know he could ache.
He’s ushered inside, hobbling along as best he can, as the attendants unload the two meager trunks full of his belongings and follow. Minseok would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, eyes flickering from fine tapestries lining the walls to the wine colored carpets and gilded embellishments along the furniture. Even coming from a home such as his, this is luxurious.
His room is no less extravagant and Minseok soon finds himself cooing his love to the pillows and soft duvet as he crawls on the bed. Something in his spine cracks and he falls flat, content to suffocate. Everything smells of lavender and he’s a little bit in love.
Someone coughs and Minseok flushes, sitting up to find a tall, striking man standing in the doorway. He scrambles off the mattress and wipes his slightly sweaty palms over the wrinkles in his robe.
“Prince Minseok?” he inquires and as soon as Minseok nods, the man bows. “I am Yifan, your personal guard until the wedding.”
“Personal guard?”
He swears there’s a quirk of Yifan’s lips before it disappears. “I am here to ensure you are well taken care of and preserved until your wedding night.”
This time Minseok blushes all the way from the tips of his ears to his toes as they curl inside his slippers. “Preserved?” he questions with a squeak.
“His Majesty, Prince Luhan, isn’t known for his self control and you are something he has coveted since he first set eyes upon you nearly a year ago.”
“We’ve met before?” Minseok is suddenly very curious, trying to recall the faces of the diplomats his mother and her court had been entertaining around that time period. He hadn’t been allowed to wander around - mostly confined to his room - but there were a few introductions during meals.
“I don’t believe so,” Yifan explains, only confusing Minseok further. “But you will be acquainted shortly and it’s only a few short days until the wedding. You’ll have a lifetime to get to know one another.”
If Minseok weren’t so suddenly panicked at the idea of being married to a complete stranger, he would have picked up the teasing in Yifan’s tone. It goes over his head as his internalized distress seeps to the surface, a frown pulling down on his lips and his breathing increasing in pace.
“I’m going to be married to someone I’ve never even seen!” he exclaims, dropping his face into his hands.
“Would you like to meet him then?”
Minseok stands up straight, hands falling. It’s not supposed to be a trick question, but the answer eludes Minseok. Does he want to want to step into that yet or keep hidden for just a little while longer? In the end, his curiosity wins out although it doesn’t stop the tight ball of anxiety that pulses in his chest as he follows behind Yifan’s long strides.
Minseok nearly crashes into Yifan when the guard stops, reaching up to knock on the door in front of him. “Your Highness,” Yifan calls. “Your betrothed is here.”
Yifan’s tone really ruffles Minseok’s feathers - like he’s some kind of running joke and doesn’t know it - and he’s scowling when the door is swung open. A hand wraps around Minseok’s wrist and pulls him forward hard enough to hit against Yifan, knocking the guard aside as Minseok tumbles into the room. The door slams behind him and the lock clicks in place before Minseok can orient himself, his back to the wall and a pair of feet the only thing in his view.
Then he looks up.
Oh.
Prince Luhan is a handsome man - blond hair, pink lips and dancing eyes set on a backdrop of fair skin and Minseok’s heart is racing. He’s completely certain he’s never seen this man before because he definitely would have remembered him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Luhan begins, smiling as he raises a hand. His fingers caress across the rise of Minseok’s cheekbone before lowering down to his jaw. “Officially.”
Minseok swallows, a little terrified because Luhan’s hand isn’t stopping. It goes from his neck to his chest and even if his touch is light, Minseok can still feel it through his robes.
“Luhan,” barks Yifan through through the door as the guard tries to get inside. “Back away from your fiancé.”
Luhan ignores Yifan in favor of pressing in close to Minseok as Minseok shrinks in on himself.
“In a few days you’ll be all mine.”
Minseok lets out a soft whimper, unable to stop himself from staring into Luhan’s eyes, the quirk of his lips, the way his nose scrunches when he speaks.
“And I’m going to ravish you from dusk until dawn.”
A full body shudder travels up and down Minseok twice before the door is wrested open and Yifan is prying them apart. He’s left reeling, unsteady on his feet as Yifan drags him to safety and vows to keep a better watch on him.
Minseok spends his days leading up to the wedding hoping that Luhan will pull him away again so they can be alone. It’s not easy trying to court someone when there are two other men standing there to make sure they don’t even get close enough to reach out and touch. Minseok hadn’t anticipated this particular problem when he was told he was to be married.
He also hadn’t anticipated Luhan.
They sit across from one another at meals, Luhan with his eyes seemingly fixated on Minseok’s mouth and Minseok drinking enough wine to turn his cheeks pink. The added benefit of Luhan’s compliments have Minseok a little head over heels and suddenly the prospect of marriage is one he welcomes with open arms.
They talk of books and their favorite stories of adventure and romance, Luhan suggesting they act out some of the scenes, but Yifan and Sehun - Luhan’s dutiful guard - always manage to catch Luhan before he can get to Minseok. It’s a common enough occurrence that Minseok stops flinching away and instead watches as Luhan is pushed back, a pout on his pretty lips.
Luhan shows Minseok the gardens behind their home and is overruled against playing a game of hide and seek, so opts for having lunch served amongst the flowers. And Minseok can’t help the grin that spreads over his face when Luhan tells him they will be married out here.
As much as Minseok was anticipating his wedding, it goes by in a blur of faces all wishing them well and Minseok trying his best not to trip over the beautiful cream robes they dressed him in. The garden is breathtaking with tents propped in the grass for the guests to stand in the shade as Luhan takes Minseok’s hand and links their fingers together.
Out of the corner of his eye, Minseok sees both Yifan and Sehun flinch with an ingrained desire to wrench the two apart.
All too soon, or not soon enough, Luhan and Minseok are declared married and even if none of Minseok’s family made the trip to bid him farewell and happiness in his new life, he’s pleased enough with his new friends, his new husband.
There are flamboyant dancers dressed in the brightest colors that perform while they eat and Minseok is certain he’s going to fidget straight out of his chair from nerves. It’s one thing to want something but another entirely when you finally get it - and don’t know exactly what’s going to happen now that it’s here. Minseok thinks he should have drained that bottle of wine, but it’s too late. Luhan has an arm around his waist, leading Minseok into their home with a wave to their guests and a bow he drags Minseok down for as well.
Yifan and Sehun and the rest of the staff will ensure the guests make it out safely as per Luhan’s orders.
It’s still catching up to Minseok that they’re alone and touching and in the bedroom when Luhan bends down to kiss him. He squeaks, gasping when Luhan runs his tongue over his lip and then into Minseok’s mouth. His hands fist in the front of Luhan’s robes for support, tripping back on his feet because Luhan is shuffling them toward the bed.
"I've waited so long for this," Luhan breathes against Minseok's lips before kissing him again. Minseok is struggling to keep up, wondering briefly how many times Luhan's done this before because his experience shows. There's an odd lurch in Minseok's stomach at the thought, but it's quickly quelled by Luhan's fingers insistently pulling at Minseok's robes even as he refuses to part from his mouth.
Minseok head is spinning and he feels heated all over even as the air around him is cold on his skin when his robes fall to the floor. He tries to help Luhan out of his own, fumbling with the ties and eyelets until Luhan slips out with a roll of his shoulders.
Before Minseok gets a chance to pull away and admire the naked form of his husband, Luhan drops, knees on their robes and hands running up Minseok's thighs. Minseok lets out a shuddered breath, eyes wide and heart beating rapidly when Luhan leans forward and sucks the tip of his dick into his mouth.
There's no pretense, no patience as Luhan takes down as much as he can and hollows his cheeks until Minseok is hard and throbbing on his tongue. Minseok leans forward to bury his hands in Luhan's styled hair, dig his nails into his scalp to keep his knees from giving out.
He can't take his eyes off Luhan's mouth, off the way his lips are stretched around his cock and spit pools in the corners. Luhan is earnest, head bobbing fast as he reaches up to cup Minseok's balls, fondly light enough to just add a little extra heat to the boiling pit already swirling in Minseok's gut.
Minseok thinks about asking Luhan to slow down because it's all going so fast. He doesn't know how to keep up, his moans loud in the room and some of them in the form of Luhan's name; those are the ones Luhan seems to enjoy the most because his eyes practically shine and he looks up at Minseok with such affection that, no, this is just right.
Luhan stands just as quickly as he'd dropped, Minseok's cock falling from his mouth and he barely gets out a whine before Luhan is kissing him again. Minseok is a little more sure of this part, kissing back with the same passion and body thrumming with want. He wants all of Luhan and more.
Gentle hands push until Minseok falls back on their bed, the blankets soft and silky on his skin as Luhan crawls over him, hair fallen and in his eyes as he smiles. "My Minseok," Luhan purrs, leaning down to push his nose to Minseok's neck, to leave kisses trailed down his throat and to his chest. Minseok's eyes slip closed, focusing on the way his body bends to accommodate Luhan, how he chases his touch without realizing until Luhan's is laughing softly into his hair before drawing his chin up to kiss him softly.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," Luhan promises and Minseok is left wondering how much better this could get until he watches Luhan reaching for a small jar of oil.
This isn't something completely foreign to Minseok, having spent many a night exploring himself, but to have someone else do it has anticipation gripping tight around his neck. Luhan wets his fingers and Minseok is embarrassed at how easily his legs fall open, letting Luhan eye him hungrily before spreading him a little further. The first press has Minseok’s eyes fluttering closed, head tipping back into the soft blankets as he relaxes.
Luhan is gentle, pushing in slow and carefully until Minseok is shifting his hips down for more, whining in the back of his throat because he’s much too turned on to drag this out. Minseok reaches down, curling fingers around Luhan’s wrist to urge him to go faster. Luhan falls over Minseok with a noise of appreciation that’s muffled between their mouths when they kiss. It’s so easy to get dragged under, letting instincts and pleasure twist around his limbs until Minseok is a mess, pushing down on three of Luhan’s fingers and whimpering in Luhan’s ear how he needs more.
Minseok locks his legs around Luhan’s waist, spine bending off the bed when Luhan’s cock slides inside him. It’s so wet from all the extra oil and Minseok has never felt this full. Every drag of Luhan’s cock pulls a new moan from Minseok, a new way of voicing how much he loves the way Luhan is taking him.
Luhan rests his weight on his forearms, ducking his head to suck a dark mark beneath Minseok’s jaw as Minseok digs fingers into his back, his hips lifting higher with each thrust. “No one can stop us from doing this every day,” Luhan whispers in Minseok’s ear as he snaps forward harder. Minseok curls his nails into Luhan’s shoulderblades. “I’m going to make you scream my name in every room,” he vows.
Minseok feels the heat in his body growing too hot, pooling deep in his stomach and he gasps for air through dry lips and a sore throat. “Luhan,” he moans, voice broken and trailing off on a whimper.
“Minseok,” Luhan answers, thrusting into him long and hard as Minseok tenses around him. “Tomorrow, I’m going to let you have me any way you desire.”
The sudden image of Luhan on all fours, ass in the air and legs spread has Minseok coming hard enough to nearly black out his vision. He clamps around Luhan with each pulse, trying not to let go even if his arms and legs feel like jelly and his head is spinning. Luhan groans in Minseok’s ear, slamming into him faster and faster until Minseok can feel his cock throbbing inside him. His hips stutter and Luhan’s forehead drops to Minseok’s shoulder as he rocks through it with whispers of Minseok’s name.
Luhan is gorgeous even when his skin is pink from exertion and he’s covered in sweat. His eyes are half-lidded and his hair is a mess and Minseok smiles lazily up at him as he attempts to tame the strands with his fingers scraping gently through the knots. “Husband,” Minseok sighs aloud and the way Luhan grins at him is enough to have his stomach flipping.
“Husband.”
Title: Baby, We're Just Skin And Bones
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun
Rating: NC17
Length: 2k
Summary: Minseok loves watching his boyfriend on stage.
The small club is packed - standing room only - which is why Minseok is tucked by the bar, a beer in his hand as he watches the the show on stage. Every light in the place is directed at the four men lifted higher than the rest, their music vibrating through the speakers and thrumming in Minseok’s ear. He tips back his bottle, letting the bitter taste of hops mix with the scratchy way Jongin’s voice floods through the building.
While his vocals aren’t amazing, the finesse in which Jongin owns the stage is enthralling. He has no shame about tugging his shirt off between songs, the muscled definition of his torso on display and already shining with sweat. Minseok knows those spotlights are fucking hot and it’s no surprise to see lines of sweat running down Jongin’s back when he turns around.
Jongin has one boot clad foot kicked up on an amp, leaning dangerously low over the crowd closest to the stage. With a wink, he drops too low for Minseok to see before reappearing with something in his hand. Minseok laughs when he sees Jongin open the tube of lipstick and smear red around his lips, smacking them once before handing the makeup back to someone in the audience.
Minseok just knows Yifan, the band’s manager, is going to nag Jongin about that. He also knows that Jongin will probably take the opportunity to wipe the red mess off his mouth by smearing it around Yifan’s dick. Minseok still hasn’t figured out if Yifan is either too starstruck to ever follow through on admonishing Jongin for his peculiar behavior, or he’s just smart enough to know how to get Jongin’s mouth on his dick at least four times a week.
Jongin slinks across the stage, a hand landing on the main guitarist’s stomach and trailing up, bringing his shirt with him until it catches under his armpits to fall partially back down. The screams amplify at the display of a taut, pale torso with the top of a tattoo peeking out from underneath low hanging jeans. Sehun’s always been pretty and his dark-lined eyes fall to half mast when Jongin’s fists a handful of his hair and drags him in.
The two kiss on stage in a display of tongue and slick lips that have Minseok covering his ears to keep from incurring permanent eardrum damage from all the fans shrieking. A tap on the shoulder has Minseok craning his neck and leaning in because the bartender - Jongdae - is halfway over the bar and trying to get closer.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Jongdae asks, motioning to the two boys licking into each other’s mouths on stage between lines.
Minseok gives Jongdae a little shrug, lips pulled up on one side. “It’s fan service,” he answers. “And it’s hot.” Jongdae waves Minseok off with a shake of his head, clearly unable to see why Minseok isn’t fuming because, well, Sehun is Minseok’s boyfriend.
They’ve been together long enough to have crowded into a small studio apartment with all their collective shit stacked up along the walls and in the closet. The only furniture they own is a bed with creaky springs, but the mattress is soft and the half a dozen clashing comforters thrown on top of it is just the right amount of warmth. They’ve suffered through a few cigarette burns on pillowcases and that one time Sehun almost lit the curtains over the bed on fire, but other than that, their life is fucking perfect.
So yeah, maybe it should worry him that his boyfriend is making out with someone else in front of hundreds of people, but Minseok knows that entire Back Story. Sehun and Jongin have been best friends their entire lives, going through it all hand-in-hand. So it wasn’t a surprise when they started fucking in the midst of an agonizingly long puberty, eager to have a hand that wasn’t their own on their dicks.
And perhaps Minseok would be concerned except they haven’t done anything off the stage since he and Sehun started dating. Besides, Jongin seems to have this weird boner for corrupting their sweater-vest wearing manager.
Minseok finds himself abandoning his perch and squeezing through cramped bodies in the middle of Leather Flavored Apathy, the last song of the night. He barely gets to the backstage door, flashing Chanyeol a smile when he’s let through and the line of scantily clad girls and boys give out a chorus of groans. Minseok makes sure to wiggle his hips a little more just for show.
He can hear the screams muffled through the walls and grins to himself, boots scuffing along scarred linoleum as he makes the familiar turn to the small changing rooms. The third door on the left is the one Sehun shares with their crazy drummer, Joonmyun. Sometimes it’s a little surreal, like he’s riding on the coattails of fame by proxy. But then he spies the faded and folded picture of him and Sehun on the back of Joonmyun’s favorite motorcycle taped to the mirror. It was from before the band had gotten popular, back when they were playing shows to the three people who stumbled into the club by accident and stuck around for the free drink.
The door opens behind Minseok and Sehun takes one look at Minseok before pushing Joonmyun back out of the room with a hand over his face. “Asshole,” Joonmyun grunts, heading next door to where Baekhyun, the bass player, is bound to be alone because Jongin no doubt has Yifan backed into a corner with a hand down his expensive pressed slacks already.
Sehun is quick to hook an elbow behind Minseok’s neck, dragging him in for a breathy kiss. There’s a hand under Minseok’s shirt, fingertips digging into the bare skin of his hip before they’re tipping backward. Sehun falls into a chair, bringing Minseok with him, refusing to stop kissing him even if it’s evident that he needs to catch his breath.
“You’re covered in cheap lipstick,” Minseok laughs against Sehun’s mouth, hoping none of it wiped off onto his face.
“Jongin’s fault,” Sehun says before leaning in, trying to kiss Minseok again, but Minseok pushes him back. He stands, leaving Sehun slumped in the chair as he looks for the package of makeup wipes they keep around somewhere. When he finds them, Minseok sits on Sehun’s thighs, pulling one out to clean the lipstick off Sehun’s lips and the surrounding area.
“You look ridiculous,” Minseok laughs, taking in the pink skin around Sehun’s mouth and his smudged all to hell eyeliner.
Sehun rolls his eyes, fingers around Minseok’s wrist and his other hand snaking its way back under Minseok’s shirt to drag him in again. Minseok lets out a long suffering sigh, feigning annoyance even as he eagerly presses his lips against Sehun’s, lets his boyfriend lick between them and drag the deepest of moans into the air.
Sehun rocks his hips up, drawing Minseok’s attention to Sehun’s poor, neglected and hard dick. Minseok looks at Sehun with his eyebrows raised. “We don’t have time for this.”
But Sehun does this stupid pout where his lip sticks out and his shoulders sag and Minseok is already grumbling about being a fucking pushover as he slides off Sehun’s lap and onto his knees. Sehun has his jeans pushed down his thighs by the time Minseok finds a position that doesn’t kill his kneecaps. His cock is definitely hard, and curved up to his bare stomach because Sehun is already pulling his shirt off over his head.
And really, they don’t have time for this because there is always too much demand for an encore to ignore, so Minseok has to dive right in. With his fist tight around the base of Sehun’s cock, he swallows him down with practiced ease. Sehun groans, fingers in Minseok’s hair and hips surging upward. It’s sloppy, saliva pooling in Minseok’s mouth and dribbling down his chin and Sehun’s cock as it fucks in and out of his lips.
It’s easy to get Sehun off after a set, the adrenaline in his veins leaving him sensitive and too wound up to do anything except let his instincts chase the pleasure that comes with Minseok’s mouth. Minseok allows Sehun to guide his head, breathing in deep through his nose just before the tip of Sehun’s cock hits the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” Sehun breathes, the word coming out sharp in the small room. “Your mouth is so fucking perfect.”
Minseok glances up to see Sehun’s head thrown back, the long column of his neck exposed and damn he wants to mark it up. He pulls off Sehun’s cock so suddenly, Sehun can’t protest, words dying in a strangled moan as Minseok jerks him off through the tight ring of his fingers. Minseok licks his lips slowly, enjoying the pleasure that plays out across Sehun’s face and the stuttered way his name comes out.
Minseok attaches his mouth to the skin just above Sehun’s hip, sucking hard and dragging it through his teeth. Sehun’s cock throbs in his hand and he strokes him faster, moving up to another spot to leave his mark. “Minseok, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Minseok stops darkening the mark beside Sehun’s belly button and sinks back down, taking Sehun’s cock into his mouth. Two drawn out sucks around the crown and Sehun comes hot and heavy. It mixes with the taste of beer already in Minseok’s mouth and he swallows without complaint, letting Sehun’s hips stutter to a halt on their own.
“I really hope you’re done in there,” comes Jongin’s voice through the door. Sehun startles, nearly tipping the entire chair backwards. Minseok has to catch him, barking out a laugh as he tucks Sehun’s softening cock back in his jeans.
“We’re decent.”
Jongin barges in, eyes darting between Minseok and Sehun and the position they’re in. “Decent is debatable,” he answers, but still doesn’t hesitate to grab Sehun’s wrist and pull him up. “Come on, lover boy. We’ve got an encore to do.”
Jongin drags Sehun out of the room and Minseok follows, eyes falling on a disheveled Yifan who is frantically trying to tuck his shirt back in. It doesn’t hide the red lipstick stains wiped all over the front of his slacks, but Minseok isn’t about to tell him that.
Minseok manages to find his place at the bar again, thoroughly enjoying his view. Sehun is still topless, his blond hair a sweaty tangled mess and the hickeys Minseok left behind starting to really come to life under the spotlights. He likes to consider it a giant fuck you to everyone out there trying to get into his boyfriend’s pants because Sehun is only Minseok’s.
Jongin gets an arm around Sehun’s waist and pushes the mic under his mouth so they can sing the next line together before Jongin licks up the side of Sehun’s face. Ok, so maybe Sehun is a little bit Jongin’s too, but Minseok doesn’t mind so much.
After the show, when most of the fans are gone and there’s nothing left save for a languid sort of happiness as they pour out the back door, Sehun leans heavily against Minseok. His arm is back around Minseok’s neck, steps wobbly from the beers he drank after the encore. “When we get home,” Sehun starts, lips brushing the shell of Minseok’s ear, “I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up.”
Title: Burning Out
Pairing: Minseok/Chanyeol
Rating: NC17
Length: 1700w
Summary: (Mama Power Au!) Chanyeol fucks up.
“What part of stealth op did you not get?” Minseok growls into the dirt, his body trapped underneath Chanyeol as a secondary chain of explosions goes off behind them. They’d been sent in to assess the situation, see how best to take down the installation with minimal damage and loss of life. This is neither.
Minseok elbows Chanyeol away and turns, groaning when all he sees is the burning remains of a building without the possibility of anyone else walking out. “Fucking great,” he spits, pushing off the ground to stand. He makes a go at wiping away the dust and ash all over his clothing, but it’s no use.
A third explosion has Chanyeol scrambling from his ass and onto his feet. Minseok eyes him up and down with a scowl before smacking Chanyeol on the forehead with the heel of his palm. “Do you have any idea how much of a paperwork nightmare this is going to be?”
Minseok walks away with Chanyeol on his heels, shoulders hunched as dirt falls from his hair. There’s no way to salvage this situation and Minseok is well on his way to a massive headache when he radios in for a pick up. The last thing he sees before Jongin wraps an arm around his waist to port him away is Chanyeol’s dumb lost puppy look.
“Volatile!”
The word is loud even through the closed door and Minseok sags against the wall, waiting for his CO to take the brunt of their Chief’s wrath before passing it along. Chanyeol hadn’t been spared such a fate, storming out of the office with his fists flaming and the smell of burnt paper and hair trailing behind him. Minseok had wanted to follow, but one pointed glare from Kris and he stayed put, stomach clenching and instincts on high alert.
He has to stop himself when he accidentally freezes a trail straight up to the ceiling, hoping he pulled it back before it hit the pipes. The door opens with a flourish and Kris tilts his head for Minseok to follow and he does so without a word, keeping two steps behind Kris as they walk down to one of the interrogation rooms.
This can’t be good.
These rooms are made to withstand the brunt of their special task force’s abilities, although Chanyeol had leveled one back when he first started, leaving their suspect a little crispy and the walls crumbled. They’ve upgraded since then, but if Minseok’s being taken to one, chances are high that what Kris is about to say might set him off.
The door clicks shut and Kris rounds on Minseok, his posture one of defeat. “It’s not your fault,” he begins, staring at the wall behind Minseok. Kris leans his weight on the back of one of the chairs, knuckles white and fingers drumming over the plastic. “I did all I could, but it’s out of my hands.”
“What’s out of your hands?” Now Minseok is afraid.
“They’re splitting you two up.”
Minseok sucks in a hissing breath through his teeth, backing away until his shoulders hit the wall. “What?”
“Chanyeol’s benched pending a review and a psych eval.” Kris finally meets Minseok’s eyes. “And they’re giving you a new partner.”
Minseok feels the chill prickling in the tips of his fingers, balling his fists to keep from letting it loose because this isn’t Kris’ fault. It’s not really the Chief’s fault either because Chanyeol really had screwed up and it’s not the first time. Minseok thought he could help keep Chanyeol subdued, use his cool composure to soothe over the heated burn of Chanyeol’s brashness, but it’s clear that he was wrong.
That doesn’t make the sting any better and Minseok can’t control the burst of ice that floods the room. Kris manages to avoid slipping and falling on his ass by hovering over the table with a sad, understanding look of defeat about him. Minseok doesn’t doubt Kris’ attempt to go to bat for Chanyeol because they’re friends. Even when they’d nearly burned down a bar in a drunken stupor, Kris and Chanyeol have this friendship that goes past all this.
Minseok slumps back against the wall with a resounding sigh. “Who are they saddling me with?”
Chanyeol is kept in a holding tank for two days until he cools off enough to not set any of the guards on fire as soon as the door is opened. And then he’s sent straight home. Minseok is waiting for him, opening the door and letting Chanyeol fall into his arms. “Missed you,” Chanyeol mumbles, words muffled in Minseok’s hair. Chanyeol’s hands are large and hot when they land on Minseok’s waist, holding tight enough to sear small holes in his shirt.
Minseok is too relieved at having Chanyeol back home to care.
What they are - this relationship - stays away from work. They never bring it to the office and, in turn, the office never comes home. This is where they decompress, simply enjoy each other’s company without responsibility hanging over their heads. And it’s been a lonely two days without Chanyeol to keep the bed warm and reheat Minseok’s coffee when he accidentally freezes it after two sips because sometimes his temperature control is way off in the morning.
“Have you slept?” Minseok asks, letting Chanyeol’s weight settle on his chest as he leads them down the hall. Chanyeol shakes his head, lazily toeing off his shoes along the way while still keeping himself mostly draped over Minseok.
“Me either,” Minseok confesses, feeling the press of exhaustion in his eyes, squeezing his temples. It’s tough to admit that he can’t sleep without Chanyeol beside him anymore, his light snores and hitched sighs a soundtrack that lulls Minseok to sleep. The silence left in Chanyeol’s absence led to Minseok curling up on Chanyeol’s spot in the bed for hours before giving it up as a lost cause.
They fall into bed, pulling at clothes and scraping off socks as they wiggle under the comforter. It isn’t long before Minseok finds himself curled in Chanyeol’s arms and well on his way to knocking out.
Minseok wakes with a groan, refusing to open his eyes as Chanyeol shifts behind him. It was the movement that pulled him from slumber and Minseok is determined to fall back asleep as soon as possible.
Chanyeol, however, seems to be reading from a different script.
His hips push against Minseok’s ass and the arm Chanyeol has around Minseok’s waist tightens, pulling Minseok back until they’re flush. Chanyeol is sweaty, his skin sticky and the sheets damp. Sleep is suddenly unimportant because Chanyeol only ends up this way when he’s having nightmares - usually about the lab that had their hooks in him before the agency pulled him out of that hell hole.
Minseok tries to rollover, but Chanyeol locks him in place, breath hotter than it should be when it fans down the expanse of Minseok’s neck. He shudders, turning his head enough to see the fiery orange of Chanyeol’s pupils before he’s being kissed.
Even Chanyeol’s mouth is burning hot, his tongue slipping easily through Minseok’s lips to steal the very breath from his lungs. Minseok knows Chanyeol is fragile right now, knows how those memories make him feel less human, like he exists to be used by others. He tried to talk Chanyeol down once and quickly discovered the only way to get through to him was through touch, with physical expressions of love - not words.
So Minseok loves Chanyeol the best way he knows how.
It takes a little work, Chanyeol’s cock swelling against the cleft of Minseok’s ass while Minseok tries to reach the nightstand without moving away, his fingers brushing the bottle of lube before he manages to get a hold on it. Chanyeol plucks it from him, two slick fingers soon finding their way between Minseok’s legs, pushing against his rim before slipping through. Minseok gasps, mouth open and eyes closed as Chanyeol works him open with hurried movements.
His fingers spread and Minseok pushes back, releasing his hold on the sheets to run his palm down his own cock now that he's started getting hard. Chanyeol speeds, three fingers twisting inside Minseok, crooking just enough to have Minseok stifling a moan in the pillow.
Chanyeol's cock is slick and hot when it pushes into Minseok, the crown edging in slowly and the rest following with ease. It's only been a few days, but it feels like it's been forever since Minseok's felt this full, this complete. Chanyeol rocks his hips gently at first, his palm resting just above Minseok's cock to keep him close.
The bed creaks and the rhythm is only broken by the erratic hitches in Chanyeol's breathing as he picks up the pace. He feels Chanyeol’s palm running down, fingertips searing a trail over his skin until he grabs his thigh and lifts, fucking deeper into Minseok’s body. Minseok pushes back and Chanyeol surges forward and everything builds, a constant pressure in the pit of his stomach that amplifies each time Chanyeol thrusts into him.
Chanyeol is mumbling Minseok's name, lips against the sensitive skin on the back of Minseok's neck. Minseok twists his head enough to kiss Chanyeol, moaning into his mouth as his body is jolted with each snap of Chanyeol's hips.
Chanyeol lets go of Minseok's leg, but only to wrap his long fingers around Minseok's cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. Minseok tries to curl in on himself from the stimulation, his thighs trembling and breathing erratic as he tries to catch up. His ass pushes back onto Chanyeol's cock and Chanyeol sends him forward into the circle of his fist.
Minseok comes undone as the heat from Chanyeol's cock pulses inside him, a groan drowned in Minseok's mouth when Chanyeol bites down on the side of his lip. Come spills between Chanyeol's fingers and drips onto the sheets to mix with sweat. Minseok grinds back, drawing everything he can out of Chanyeol before he stills.
They're incomplete without each other - two pieces of a different puzzle that happen to fit together perfectly. Minseok can't imagine his life without Chanyeol at his side and it's going to take some work to get used to having a new partner at work, but at least he still gets him at home and that's enough for now.
Chanyeol falls back asleep still inside Minseok, arm heavy over his waist and breath tickling down his neck. And it's perfect.
Title: Blast Off
Pairing: Minseok/Jongdae
Rating: NC17
Length: 2300w
Summary: With the Earth uninhabitable, Minseok and Jongdae work for a new home.
"What do you think it's like there?"
Minseok can hear Jongdae's eye roll over the comm, smiling to himself as he gingerly steps over a soft pocket of earth. His heat sensors indicate magma close to the surface and his every move must be carefully calculated. One wrong step and he'll sink into the ground to be burned alive. It's not the most glamorous way to die, but it is one of the more common ones.
Job safety isn't as important as it used to be even with their limited supply of fresh bodies to take the place of the old. The moon colonies just aren't enough to keep up with the demand and people are pushed through training too quickly, sent planetside before they're ready and the newbie mortality rates have skyrocketed.
Minseok and Jongdae are lucky enough to have common sense on their side - that and a determination to live long enough to see themselves off the moon and on a ship to a far better place.
After the third nuclear war, the remnants of humanity gathered and created an unparalleled space program intended to find a new home because the damage to this one was irreparable. It took decades, but as soon as a suitable planet was found, most of the surviving people took off on cryo-ships to sleep their way through the nearly half-century long journey to their destination - New Earth. (No points for originality.)
A colony was left behind on the moon and their purpose was to clean up the planet in the hopes that one day humanity can return. That was nearly three centuries ago and while the population on the moon has expanded into two new colonies, the Earth is no closer to being safe enough to live on. At this rate, most of what they do is salvage structures and useful materials to ship back to the moon for upkeep and add-ons to help with the expansion.
Minseok and Jongdae are a pair of scavengers, tip-toeing through debris of a city in their survival suits. There's a tether attached to the back of the suit, allowing them to be hauled up by the craft hovering over them just in case, but the response time still isn't quick enough to keep a lava pocket from snuffing one of them out. The newer scavengers are too reliant on the tethers, but Minseok has seen too many deaths to fall for that trap.
"Come on," Minseok urges. "What do you think it's like on New Earth?"
Jongdae sighs. "You've seen the holo-vids, same as me - blue skies, green grass, trees tall enough to block out the rain."
Minseok can't help the curl of excitement that takes hold in his stomach. "To feel the sun on my face, the wind in my hair," he replies wistfully. Minseok's never felt either of those, either trapped inside the metal structures on the moon or inside his suit on the planet, the skies polluted a dark brown to block out the sun's rays.
"Are you afraid?"
Minseok stops in his tracks, unused to hearing Jongdae voice insecurity outside their shared room back home. "A little, I suppose. I mean, I'm going to miss this place."
Jongdae snorts and Minseok can see him not too far in the distance, turning back toward him. "What's not to miss?" he asks with his arms spread wide. "We have an entire planet to ourselves."
"Now you sound like Baekhyun," Minseok answers with a laugh. Baekhyun is one of the very few people who live on Earth, but only in a rotation. Half of the former North American continent is now a greenhouse now because it’s the most stable continent and there’s a lack of radiation. At least ninety-percent of the food for the moon colonies comes from there and it needs constant upkeep. The staff switch out monthly to avoid over-exposure and Minseok and Jongdae usually get a few extra fruits when Baekhyun makes it back.
"My filter's about had it," Jongdae comments and Minseok hears him call in for a pick-up. He checks his own levels, surprised because he never lets his breathability get so far into the red. He takes one last look around - at rusted, fallen structures and barren land, magma bubbling to the surface in the distance before it's all engulfed in a haze. It might not be much, but it's familiar and this is the last time he'll be here.
"Come on," crackles Jongdae's voice. Minseok looks up to see him disappearing into the cloud cover. "Let's get out of here."
Minseok remembers being a little kid, dashing away from his mother's grip with a giggle as his feet took him over metal floors and around corners he knew like the back of his hand. The corridors haven't changed since then, but Minseok has. There’s even still a dent on the floor from one of the construction teams losing their grip on a load of rebar.
Minseok's mother died during a cave-in of one of the newly constructed tunnels connecting the first two colonies below the surface. He'd been twelve and alone until Jongdae came along. Jongdae took Minseok home, shared his bed and his clothes and declared himself to be Minseok's companion for life.
He wasn't far off.
Minseok leans against a bulkhead, gazing out the tinted window at the sun. It's hard to believe he's about to leave all this behind.
Because of the population boom and inability to keep up with it, a reward system was implemented. A combination of hours planetside and contributions (materials salvaged, items recovered, etc.) are tallied and once they reach a certain level, that person is granted passage on the next cryo-ship to New Earth.
Jongdae and Minseok - who have always shared everything equally - both qualified last month and the next cryo-ship is due to dock in the morning. It's surreal, a dream he never thought he'd actually reach. So many people have died trying for that one last salvage, one more little thing to bring back to add up. No one wants to spend their life encased in metal.
They’ve finally made it and Minseok is terrified and thrilled all at once. Tomorrow is the start of the rest of his life and what makes it perfect is that Jongdae will be at his side. Minseok sighs, shaking his head. He’d wanted a glamorous sunset, a vibrant send off, but it wasn’t meant to be. “The view sucks,” he complains.
“I don’t know,” Jongdae chips in from behind Minseok. “My view is flawless.”
Minseok turns and sees Jongdae blatantly staring at his ass. Typical. “If you think you can seduce me, Kim Jongdae, you’ll have to try harder than that.”
Jongdae pouts as Minseok walks past him, jogging to catch up, an arm around Minseok’s waist to pull him close. “You’ve never made me work for it before,” he mopes.
Minseok leans his head on Jongdae’s shoulder, dropping his weight on him as they wind through the halls toward their room. There was a time when Minseok wanted his own space, wanted the privacy that he’d never really gotten as a kid, but when he and Jongdae were issued separate quarters, Minseok found himself slinking across the hall to Jongdae’s room every single night because he couldn’t sleep alone. Eventually, Jongdae just hauled all of Minseok’s stuff over and told him to get over himself.
Their room is now a hodge podge assortment of things brought back from the planet that were deemed useless by the sorters. There are records stacked in the corner, posters plastered over the walls from old 2D movies, pots and pans full of tiny plastic toys that weren’t melted and various electronics that stopped working centuries ago.
Minseok likes it, but the promise of a new start is enough for him to let this go. The only thing he won’t be letting go of is Jongdae, tugging him down onto their small bed made for one. “We have to pack,” Jongdae mumbles against the front of Minseok’s shirt before wriggling up enough to tuck his head under Minseok’s chin.
“In the morning.”
“The ship will be here in the morning,” Jongdae reminds him, poking Minseok in the side. “And I don’t want to miss it and be stuck on this rock for another year.”
Minseok tries to roll away, but Jongdae pulls him back with a laugh, putting Minseok right where he wants him - underneath him, pinning him with his thighs. Jongdae drops a kiss on Minseok’s lips, a low whine escaping his throat when Minseok doesn’t respond. “If you don’t kiss me, I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures.”
Minseok keeps still, his chin tipped back in a challenge. It’s not long before Jongdae starts trailing his mouth and teeth down Minseok’s neck with a low growl, sucking patches of skin between his lips until they turn red. Minseok’s breath catches in his throat when Jongdae skims fingers just above the waistline of his pants where his shirt has risen up.
Jongdae goes teasingly slow, fingers hooking in the top of Minseok’s pants to pull them down. Minseok resists the urge to squirm, to either stop Jongdae’s progression or hasten it because he feels like he’s going to go a little mad.
It’s pointless to put up a fight when he knows he’s going to give in, but the curl of Jongdae’s lips and the blush on his cheeks from having to do all the work looks good on him and Minseok is just a little bit addicted. Jongdae looks up at him from between his legs, bottom lip in his teeth and eyes shining just before he nips at the soft skin of Minseok’s thigh.
Minseok sucks in a sharp breath and Jongdae’s face breaks out in a triumphant grin. He doesn’t stop though, palms hot on Minseok’s thighs as he spreads them apart and leans down to drop a chaste kiss on the tip of Minseok’s rapidly hardening cock. Jongdae has always taken pleasure in his ability to get Minseok worked up with so little stimulation and Minseok would protest, except he likes it too.
“Come up here,” Minseok whines, his hips lifting to gain Jongdae’s attention. Jongdae ignores him, so Minseok grabs a fistful of hair and hauls him up, relishing the soft moan he hears as Jongae kisses him again. This time Minseok responds, licking into Jongdae’s mouth and running his hands down so he can get at Jongdae’s pants.
They end up twisted together, too many hands and not enough space, but somehow it works well enough for their clothes to end up in a pile on the floor. Jongdae still manages to keep his position on top, using it to his advantage as he rocks their hips together, nipping along the expanse of Minseok’s neck.
Minseok fits a hand between them, gripping both their cocks. Jongdae jerks forward with a moan, abandoning his art in favor of Minseok’s mouth as Minseok slowly begins to pump. Watching Jongdae’s mouth fall open and eyes glaze over with desire is one of Minseok’s favorite things. He drags his palm through the sticky trail of precome so the slide is easier, hotter.
Jongdae leans his weight on one arm to help, his fingers fitting between Minseok’s to jerk them off quicker. He’s the more impatient one, always looking for the quick off while Minseok is content to let things build slowly. Sometimes Minseok gets his way and sometimes Jongdae does. Tonight it looks as if Jongdae is in charge, his fist tightening and Minseok’s hips raising as fingers catch around the crown of his cock.
Minseok hooks his elbow around Jongdae’s neck, bringing him down for a sloppy kiss that’s more saliva and tongue than lips. His toes curl in their unmade sheets and Minseok can feel the tremor that starts in Jongdae’s thigh - a sign that he’s close.
They work together to go faster and Jongdae squeezes almost painfully tight when he comes, nicking Minseok’s lower lip with his teeth as he cries out. Come catches on Minseok’s fingers and stomach and Jongdae looks down between them to finish jerking Minseok off. It doesn’t take much, just a few more pumps and Minseok feels the muscles in his stomach and thighs tensing before it crashes over.
When there’s nothing left save for cramping fingers and heavy breathing, Jongdae slumps off to the side and wiggles against Minseok until he finds a comfortable spot, his head resting on Minseok’s chest. Minseok feels sticky and gross, but too tired to do anything about it. He twists onto his side, throwing a leg over Jongdae and nuzzling into him to knock out. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.
“Minseok,” Jongdae interrupts a few minutes later. “We’re gross.”
“We’ll clean up in the morning,” Minseok mumbles, keeping his grip on Jongdae tight.
“But we have to pack in the morning,” Jongdae whines.
“We’ll clean up and pack in the morning. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
They have to throw the few possessions they own cleared for travel into a bag and rush to make the cryo-ship, Jongdae glowering the entire time until Minseok rests his palm on the back of his neck and drags him in for a sappy, heartfelt kiss. “Smile, baby. We’re about to get a start on the rest of our lives.”