[fic] let's wish this happens everyday.
let's wish this happens everyday.
pg13 - tablo/eunhyuk, tablo/eunhyuk/donghae/junsu
summary: it's tablo's birthday (kind of) so hyukjae has a present (kind of). [for madelyn93!]
note: 섕일축하해 madelyn93! <33 i was writing this in the middle of moving to our new house and unpacking so it's a little rushed at the end, but i really wanted to make sure you got this on your bday~~ i'll write you something better later, if you want it! :]]
"what're you doing, hyukjae?" tablo pokes his head into the bedroom, only to be pushed back out by a flurry of hands and legs.
"no no no, you can't look!" hyukjae is laughing and pushing him back around the corner and into the living room. tablo tries to squish the fluttering in his chest because really, how often has he watched hyukjae smile? he should be over the sighing and the staring.
"what? why, what're you doing?" tablo turns his head back to look at hyukjae, eyes wide. "you're not really painting the room fucking pink, are you? i said i was sorry about the-"
hyukjae laughs, the little giggle that seems to turn more and more into jungsu's giggle the more they spend time together. "i'm not, don't worry. but you can't see, and i'm not telling you, and you can't make me talk."
tablo lets himself be pushed all the way back to the couch, and be pushed down to sit. he grins up at hyukjae and tugs him closer by a finger in his pocket, letting his other hand trail up his thigh. "i can't make you talk? are you sure?"
hyukjae only slaps his hand away, grinning. "nope. and stop trying to be sexy, it doesn't work, stick to being awkward." and then he walks away laughing, and tablo is left with the sound of his bedroom door shutting and being locked.
---
tablo isn't particularly overconfident about his intelligence, but he knows he's damned smart. or... he knew? he used to be? he isn't even sure anymore.
because even with all the smarts he knows he has, he's being run around in circles by a boy six years younger then him who goes around singing about pajama parties and dances on stage with ponytails in his hair.
hyukjae seems to know anytime he gets within two feet of the bedroom door and comes zooming around the corner yelling and waving his hands, even though tablo knew for sure he had a schedule that day and couldn't possibly be back already.
"go and sit will you?" tablo is once again being pushed into the living room, but this time he's actually fighting back, digging into the carpet with his heels.
"i've been sitting in the living room for the last two weeks! and sleeping and changing clothes and jerking off in the living room! i don't wanna be the in the goddamned living room anymore eunhyukah!" tablo turns to give hyukjae his sternest glare, but it dies before it has a chance.
hyukjae is staring at him with his lips pressed together in a thin little line and a frown. "don't take the lord's name in vain, hyung."
tablo kind of wants to bash his head against the wall.
---
"so, your birthday..." hyukjae grins at tablo across the kitchen table.
"isn't until next year," tablo finishes. his spoonful of rice is frozed halfway to his mouth. his mind is kicking into gear and everything seems to make sense. "god hyukjae, you didn't think it was next week or something and plan something, did you?"
hyukjae laughs, hides his smile behind his hand in a gesture he's picked up from someone. "i'm not that ridiculous, no."
"so why bring up the birthday?" tablo is still suspicious, but one thing hyukjae isn't, is a good liar.
"just wanted to." he shrugs and it's just quite enough like hyukjae's random bursts of word vomit that tablo only frowns for a little bit more before dissmissing it.
---
"let me in!"
tablo rolls his eyes and takes his time walking to the door. "what d'you forget this time, hyukah?"
hyukjae's laughter through the phone makes him walk faster without wanting to. "nothing, actually. i just have something to give you!"
"don't tell me you bought weird food again just because you thought it'd taste nice but it really doesn't and you want me to finish it because it's a waste of money? again?" tablo holds his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he unlocks the door, but when he moves to open it, it flies open on it's own and he's being pushed back by hands and oh shit and i getting robbed? am i getting robbed by hyukjae?
he's imagining terrorist attacks and rabid fans before his mind takes a second to breathe and then he realizes he's staring at hyukjae leading in a grinning donghae and a junsu with his tongue caught between his teeth.
"what in the world are you guys doing?"
hyukjae's face turns red. "well... so remember how you thought i'd forgotten your birthday and thought it was earlier then it really was and had started planning something already?"
tablo's mouth drops. "are you serious?"
donghae laughs and swings an arm around hyukjae's waist. "he's been planning since last month, hyung. i told him i thought it was too early to be your birthday, but he didn't want to listen."
tablo blinks at him, mouth still wide, before turning to junsu. "and aren't you supposed to be in japan?"
junsu shrugs and takes off the giant sunglasses he's wearing, and the giant black beanie. "supposed to be. but obviously i'm not, thanks to hyukjae being a complete idiot."
hyukjae kicks his ankle with frightening accuracy. "shut up, stupid, you thought it was his birthday too!"
junsu kicks him back. "yeah but i'm not fucking him am i? i'm allowed to forget."
hyukjae opens his mouth, eyes blazing, when donghae cuts him off with a hand over his mouth. he turns to tablo. "so, apparently i'm the mature one for today? hyukjae wanted to give you a really special gift that involved the three of us and got junsu to come over and then he found out it wasn't your birthday but decided it'd be a waste, so we're going to give you your present now."
tablo shakes his head. "all three of you are completly insane. yes, you included, hyukjae." he sighs and rolls his eyes, but can't stop the smile on his face. "so what's my present that's not really a present because it's not really my birthday?"
hyukjae slides out from behind donghae with a grin that sends shivers down tablo's spine because hyukjae only ever grins like that when he's done something really bad and wants tablo to fix it, or he just wants tablo. he wraps his arms around tablo's waist and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "us," he announces. "we're your present. i turned your bedroom into a kinky sexual lair."
"it's true, he sent me pictures." junsu presses into tablo's side and pinches hyukjae's butt before laying a soft kiss on tablo's cheek. "it's going to take us days to get through everything."
donghae fills tablo's other side, turns tablo's head to give him a proper kiss, slow and burning. "hyukjae went all out, it's kind of scary."
tablo turns back to hyukjae, just blinking and breathing and trying to make sense of everything, but hyukjae ruins it by kissing him, kissing him and tasting like junsu and donghae. "let's go celebrate."
---
"i wish every day would be my not-birthday," tablo announces to the ceiling, a hand still handcuffed to the bedpost.
hyukjae giggles. "i don't. this was fun, but tiring. we'll die if we have to do this every day." he taps his fingers against tablo's stomach, his head resting against tablo's thigh.
"speak for yourself." donghae lays next to them on his stomach, lazily going through the box of lube. "i could do this every day. i wanna taste the blueberry." he waves the dark blue tube at them.
junsu takes up the rest of the bed, sprawled out with a leg across donghae's back and an arm across tablo's chest and his head against hyukjae's shoulder. he waves a hand at donghae. "bring that over, i want to taste it too."
when donghae starts crawling across the bed on his hands and knees, and hyukjae's tapping fingers start to stroke, lower and lower and lower, tablo repeats his wish to the ceiling.
pg13 - tablo/eunhyuk, tablo/eunhyuk/donghae/junsu
summary: it's tablo's birthday (kind of) so hyukjae has a present (kind of). [for madelyn93!]
note: 섕일축하해 madelyn93! <33 i was writing this in the middle of moving to our new house and unpacking so it's a little rushed at the end, but i really wanted to make sure you got this on your bday~~ i'll write you something better later, if you want it! :]]
"what're you doing, hyukjae?" tablo pokes his head into the bedroom, only to be pushed back out by a flurry of hands and legs.
"no no no, you can't look!" hyukjae is laughing and pushing him back around the corner and into the living room. tablo tries to squish the fluttering in his chest because really, how often has he watched hyukjae smile? he should be over the sighing and the staring.
"what? why, what're you doing?" tablo turns his head back to look at hyukjae, eyes wide. "you're not really painting the room fucking pink, are you? i said i was sorry about the-"
hyukjae laughs, the little giggle that seems to turn more and more into jungsu's giggle the more they spend time together. "i'm not, don't worry. but you can't see, and i'm not telling you, and you can't make me talk."
tablo lets himself be pushed all the way back to the couch, and be pushed down to sit. he grins up at hyukjae and tugs him closer by a finger in his pocket, letting his other hand trail up his thigh. "i can't make you talk? are you sure?"
hyukjae only slaps his hand away, grinning. "nope. and stop trying to be sexy, it doesn't work, stick to being awkward." and then he walks away laughing, and tablo is left with the sound of his bedroom door shutting and being locked.
---
tablo isn't particularly overconfident about his intelligence, but he knows he's damned smart. or... he knew? he used to be? he isn't even sure anymore.
because even with all the smarts he knows he has, he's being run around in circles by a boy six years younger then him who goes around singing about pajama parties and dances on stage with ponytails in his hair.
hyukjae seems to know anytime he gets within two feet of the bedroom door and comes zooming around the corner yelling and waving his hands, even though tablo knew for sure he had a schedule that day and couldn't possibly be back already.
"go and sit will you?" tablo is once again being pushed into the living room, but this time he's actually fighting back, digging into the carpet with his heels.
"i've been sitting in the living room for the last two weeks! and sleeping and changing clothes and jerking off in the living room! i don't wanna be the in the goddamned living room anymore eunhyukah!" tablo turns to give hyukjae his sternest glare, but it dies before it has a chance.
hyukjae is staring at him with his lips pressed together in a thin little line and a frown. "don't take the lord's name in vain, hyung."
tablo kind of wants to bash his head against the wall.
---
"so, your birthday..." hyukjae grins at tablo across the kitchen table.
"isn't until next year," tablo finishes. his spoonful of rice is frozed halfway to his mouth. his mind is kicking into gear and everything seems to make sense. "god hyukjae, you didn't think it was next week or something and plan something, did you?"
hyukjae laughs, hides his smile behind his hand in a gesture he's picked up from someone. "i'm not that ridiculous, no."
"so why bring up the birthday?" tablo is still suspicious, but one thing hyukjae isn't, is a good liar.
"just wanted to." he shrugs and it's just quite enough like hyukjae's random bursts of word vomit that tablo only frowns for a little bit more before dissmissing it.
---
"let me in!"
tablo rolls his eyes and takes his time walking to the door. "what d'you forget this time, hyukah?"
hyukjae's laughter through the phone makes him walk faster without wanting to. "nothing, actually. i just have something to give you!"
"don't tell me you bought weird food again just because you thought it'd taste nice but it really doesn't and you want me to finish it because it's a waste of money? again?" tablo holds his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he unlocks the door, but when he moves to open it, it flies open on it's own and he's being pushed back by hands and oh shit and i getting robbed? am i getting robbed by hyukjae?
he's imagining terrorist attacks and rabid fans before his mind takes a second to breathe and then he realizes he's staring at hyukjae leading in a grinning donghae and a junsu with his tongue caught between his teeth.
"what in the world are you guys doing?"
hyukjae's face turns red. "well... so remember how you thought i'd forgotten your birthday and thought it was earlier then it really was and had started planning something already?"
tablo's mouth drops. "are you serious?"
donghae laughs and swings an arm around hyukjae's waist. "he's been planning since last month, hyung. i told him i thought it was too early to be your birthday, but he didn't want to listen."
tablo blinks at him, mouth still wide, before turning to junsu. "and aren't you supposed to be in japan?"
junsu shrugs and takes off the giant sunglasses he's wearing, and the giant black beanie. "supposed to be. but obviously i'm not, thanks to hyukjae being a complete idiot."
hyukjae kicks his ankle with frightening accuracy. "shut up, stupid, you thought it was his birthday too!"
junsu kicks him back. "yeah but i'm not fucking him am i? i'm allowed to forget."
hyukjae opens his mouth, eyes blazing, when donghae cuts him off with a hand over his mouth. he turns to tablo. "so, apparently i'm the mature one for today? hyukjae wanted to give you a really special gift that involved the three of us and got junsu to come over and then he found out it wasn't your birthday but decided it'd be a waste, so we're going to give you your present now."
tablo shakes his head. "all three of you are completly insane. yes, you included, hyukjae." he sighs and rolls his eyes, but can't stop the smile on his face. "so what's my present that's not really a present because it's not really my birthday?"
hyukjae slides out from behind donghae with a grin that sends shivers down tablo's spine because hyukjae only ever grins like that when he's done something really bad and wants tablo to fix it, or he just wants tablo. he wraps his arms around tablo's waist and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "us," he announces. "we're your present. i turned your bedroom into a kinky sexual lair."
"it's true, he sent me pictures." junsu presses into tablo's side and pinches hyukjae's butt before laying a soft kiss on tablo's cheek. "it's going to take us days to get through everything."
donghae fills tablo's other side, turns tablo's head to give him a proper kiss, slow and burning. "hyukjae went all out, it's kind of scary."
tablo turns back to hyukjae, just blinking and breathing and trying to make sense of everything, but hyukjae ruins it by kissing him, kissing him and tasting like junsu and donghae. "let's go celebrate."
---
"i wish every day would be my not-birthday," tablo announces to the ceiling, a hand still handcuffed to the bedpost.
hyukjae giggles. "i don't. this was fun, but tiring. we'll die if we have to do this every day." he taps his fingers against tablo's stomach, his head resting against tablo's thigh.
"speak for yourself." donghae lays next to them on his stomach, lazily going through the box of lube. "i could do this every day. i wanna taste the blueberry." he waves the dark blue tube at them.
junsu takes up the rest of the bed, sprawled out with a leg across donghae's back and an arm across tablo's chest and his head against hyukjae's shoulder. he waves a hand at donghae. "bring that over, i want to taste it too."
when donghae starts crawling across the bed on his hands and knees, and hyukjae's tapping fingers start to stroke, lower and lower and lower, tablo repeats his wish to the ceiling.