As night breaks
NC-17
Jongin is not behind, and Sehun is alright
Mouth wide open, Sehun darts his tongue over his lips and keeps his breaths reduced. His palms dig on the toned abs, hips casually doing his task to bring Jongin to the peak of pleasure. Things are perfect and even the sticky sweat between bodies goes unnoticed, until something tumbles out of Jongin's mouth which managed to make Sehun flinch and miss a beat of his body's movement.
It's fucking weird to spill out someone else's name during sensitive time, that's similar to logic. Jongin's face looks like something terribly wrong has happened, but no, nothing goes wrong for Sehun as he grins in something like victory rushing through his veins although the name Jongin couldn't keep in his mouth should worth to be angry about. Instead of looking like a kicked puppy, he clenches harder on the shaft and tries his best to seek his own pleasure this time, still Jongin manages to come first in a not so right mood for sex. He's left there dazed when Sehun pulls out with an obscene sound that comes from where they were just connected, standing up swiftly with his feet on two sides of Jongin on the mattress, thighs quivering slightly but not weak at all.
"Daeun. Nice." He smirks, breaths trying to catch up with each other. Jongin's eyes widen and the moment he tries to open his mouth and let something else out again, Sehun steps off the bed and heads straight to the bathroom after picking up his clothes from the floor.
The door closes shut and Sehun sighs in relief. He takes a moment of completely thinking of nothing in particular before hands reaching for his own cock and jerks himself off to finish, doesn’t even bother to look at the mess in his palm. Probably it has been too long for him to be in Jongin's life and the other to be in his life like this, undescribable, unable to be bodily closer but emotion excluded. Something physical and dying while Jongin and Sehun just coincidentally fitted for each other.
Most of the time. Not those moments and little details of Sehun almost falling, because Jongin used to light cigarettes for him, or just a small peck completely out of expectation. Such small gestures are no good in the way Sehun molded himself into, but he couldn't stop letting it sneak its way into his life. The pouring sound of water washes out his almost nostalgia, so Sehun decides to come along by sinking himself down into the tub of water.
As Sehun is trying to get himself back in the ripped jeans, he hears a knock on he door. "Sehunnie" follows, he clicks his tongue in consideration before returning to the tough road of wearing clothes when water still clings to his skin.
Another knock comes, this time hesitating. Sehun quickly pulls himself through his crumpled t-shirt before sitting back on the toilet seat, expressions so blank he knows it's better not to check himself out in the mirror. He clicks his tongue again. It never feels nice to be stepped over by a girl, but think of it again - there are various reasons for Sehun to be not raging over it, especially when it was sure tough for Jongin to put up with having Sehun on his bed for quite some years now, while his girl seems to be somewhere out of his reach and everything is too deprived even the hollow Sehun can't temporarily replace. So Sehun guesses he is alright and lights up a pressed cigarette pulled from his back pocket.
The crumpled paper and dried tobacco leaves still manage to burn out for his lungs, Sehun takes that as a relief and enjoys himself in the bathroom, cleaning up his stuffs, a spare toothbrush for nights away from home, the stupid electric razor he bought from the store, a towel on which Spongebob is near to losing his pants due to washing. Sehun breathes in deeply and mutters a small "pathetic". Maybe it's for himself, not poor abused Spongebob.
He's halfway through his second cigarette when he finds Jongin sitting still on the bed, eyes bored holes into the bathroom door and now Sehun at the entrance.
"What?" He speaks up first. Jongin shakes his head lightly, eyes fix to the floor. "... Don't smoke."
Oh, Sehun thinks. He steps forward and bends down to blow smoke right at Jongin's face. "If you mind that your agent might found you reeking of something cheap but not Presso," he turns around to look into his backpack and pulls out a box at last, "I hope this reeks of campaigns and contracts."
He tosses it onto the blanket, the cologne box dips down a bit and somehow it looks perfect among the used cloth. It reads Luciano Pavarotti on the package, and Jongin shoots him a confused look. Sehun just chuckles, "I know it won't smell like sex like you do, or as bitter as me, but it's something on top of everything." There's a mocking tone in his voice, and Jongin seems to be putting up with that. Sehun discards the burnt out filter before grabbing his board in the corner of the room, making his leave without turning back. He may want to, but it no longer matters.
"You're gonna ride home with that board at this hour?" Jongin's voice catches up.
"It's fucking three in the morning." Sehun suddenly spits out. "I used to leave at all kind of hours and that's okay to everyone."
Too much information, as if he was accusing of Jongin about times they had when one or both was grumpy, reckless, when Sehun couldn't ask for more help once his clothes were on because anything after that is considered affection and always will be. And how he's throwing it back at Jongin to stop the shit because they shouldn't act like anything near affection like a ride home. And how they're not the only one in each other's world. And how everyone includes Sehun himself make him feel worthless and unnoticed, something he thought he got used to but no, not with Jongin after all. Now Sehun feels like a kicked puppy without a reason he can accept, so he responses by slamming the door behind his back. Time for affection huh, he thinks to himself and presses the elevator button. Jongin is not behind, and Sehun is alright.
He consumes the rest of the night by riding around empty streets and pushing his luck to scratch the shitty slopes of Seoul's construction with the wheels. By the time dawn breaks out he has reached the bank of Han River. Sehun thinks it will be nice to stop for a smoke and watching the sun rising from his right of the east. He puts his weight on the deck, feeling its flexing under him although someone said he was too light for it. Bullshit. Bullshits people say. Bullshits Jongin says about how everything is okay they can stay this way for any longer. Emotions are not returned and from the very beginning it shouldn't be involved, if that's even what he wants to mean. Bullshits Sehun tells himself about how he manages to strain like this forever.
Oh, Sehun thinks. Maybe he fell in love with Jongin, although it seemed impossible for their relationship.
Maybe.
There is the sun, rising gloriously from the horizon which is slightly distorted by buildings and roofs. Sehun grins because it's just as bright as Jongin to the point he burns Sehun out just like how Sehun burns his cigarette, by his touch and the pleasure to have something of Jongin just like how he brings the rolled tobacco to its end by the touch of his lips. But nothing matters now, Sehun throws his phone into the water when Jongin calls for the uncountable time of the day. The man is not the only sun in this space, just like how Sehun is not the only one in his life. New sun comes up every day, and parting ways with someone he has known for six years even whatever years will fade into dusks and dawns little by little. So Sehun knows love will work that way too, and suddenly looks equal although Sehun claimed that himself is pathetic and Jongin is not.
His grin turns into a faint smile when he hears vehicle stopping behind him. Door opens and closes and the sound itself is already powerful that makes Sehun roll his eyes in mild distaste.
"Not going well with my little brother?" The new man initiates when he stands beside Sehun, blocking his sun and makes its light empowering his appearance.
"Shut up, Kai." Sehun sighs, taking a Presso that the man offers. He shots a sly grin at the younger, and Sehun frowns a bit at the taste of the cigarette.
"Nope. Look," the man wraps his arms around Sehun's chest and murmurs, "I wore your wrong timed birthday present."
He smells of Luciano Pavarotti.
A/N: lol I know this is pointless, but I don't know at least a better way to end this so ahaha
x-posted on tumblr
x-posted on sonyeoncheonji @ livejournal
Jongin is not behind, and Sehun is alright
Mouth wide open, Sehun darts his tongue over his lips and keeps his breaths reduced. His palms dig on the toned abs, hips casually doing his task to bring Jongin to the peak of pleasure. Things are perfect and even the sticky sweat between bodies goes unnoticed, until something tumbles out of Jongin's mouth which managed to make Sehun flinch and miss a beat of his body's movement.
It's fucking weird to spill out someone else's name during sensitive time, that's similar to logic. Jongin's face looks like something terribly wrong has happened, but no, nothing goes wrong for Sehun as he grins in something like victory rushing through his veins although the name Jongin couldn't keep in his mouth should worth to be angry about. Instead of looking like a kicked puppy, he clenches harder on the shaft and tries his best to seek his own pleasure this time, still Jongin manages to come first in a not so right mood for sex. He's left there dazed when Sehun pulls out with an obscene sound that comes from where they were just connected, standing up swiftly with his feet on two sides of Jongin on the mattress, thighs quivering slightly but not weak at all.
"Daeun. Nice." He smirks, breaths trying to catch up with each other. Jongin's eyes widen and the moment he tries to open his mouth and let something else out again, Sehun steps off the bed and heads straight to the bathroom after picking up his clothes from the floor.
The door closes shut and Sehun sighs in relief. He takes a moment of completely thinking of nothing in particular before hands reaching for his own cock and jerks himself off to finish, doesn’t even bother to look at the mess in his palm. Probably it has been too long for him to be in Jongin's life and the other to be in his life like this, undescribable, unable to be bodily closer but emotion excluded. Something physical and dying while Jongin and Sehun just coincidentally fitted for each other.
Most of the time. Not those moments and little details of Sehun almost falling, because Jongin used to light cigarettes for him, or just a small peck completely out of expectation. Such small gestures are no good in the way Sehun molded himself into, but he couldn't stop letting it sneak its way into his life. The pouring sound of water washes out his almost nostalgia, so Sehun decides to come along by sinking himself down into the tub of water.
As Sehun is trying to get himself back in the ripped jeans, he hears a knock on he door. "Sehunnie" follows, he clicks his tongue in consideration before returning to the tough road of wearing clothes when water still clings to his skin.
Another knock comes, this time hesitating. Sehun quickly pulls himself through his crumpled t-shirt before sitting back on the toilet seat, expressions so blank he knows it's better not to check himself out in the mirror. He clicks his tongue again. It never feels nice to be stepped over by a girl, but think of it again - there are various reasons for Sehun to be not raging over it, especially when it was sure tough for Jongin to put up with having Sehun on his bed for quite some years now, while his girl seems to be somewhere out of his reach and everything is too deprived even the hollow Sehun can't temporarily replace. So Sehun guesses he is alright and lights up a pressed cigarette pulled from his back pocket.
The crumpled paper and dried tobacco leaves still manage to burn out for his lungs, Sehun takes that as a relief and enjoys himself in the bathroom, cleaning up his stuffs, a spare toothbrush for nights away from home, the stupid electric razor he bought from the store, a towel on which Spongebob is near to losing his pants due to washing. Sehun breathes in deeply and mutters a small "pathetic". Maybe it's for himself, not poor abused Spongebob.
He's halfway through his second cigarette when he finds Jongin sitting still on the bed, eyes bored holes into the bathroom door and now Sehun at the entrance.
"What?" He speaks up first. Jongin shakes his head lightly, eyes fix to the floor. "... Don't smoke."
Oh, Sehun thinks. He steps forward and bends down to blow smoke right at Jongin's face. "If you mind that your agent might found you reeking of something cheap but not Presso," he turns around to look into his backpack and pulls out a box at last, "I hope this reeks of campaigns and contracts."
He tosses it onto the blanket, the cologne box dips down a bit and somehow it looks perfect among the used cloth. It reads Luciano Pavarotti on the package, and Jongin shoots him a confused look. Sehun just chuckles, "I know it won't smell like sex like you do, or as bitter as me, but it's something on top of everything." There's a mocking tone in his voice, and Jongin seems to be putting up with that. Sehun discards the burnt out filter before grabbing his board in the corner of the room, making his leave without turning back. He may want to, but it no longer matters.
"You're gonna ride home with that board at this hour?" Jongin's voice catches up.
"It's fucking three in the morning." Sehun suddenly spits out. "I used to leave at all kind of hours and that's okay to everyone."
Too much information, as if he was accusing of Jongin about times they had when one or both was grumpy, reckless, when Sehun couldn't ask for more help once his clothes were on because anything after that is considered affection and always will be. And how he's throwing it back at Jongin to stop the shit because they shouldn't act like anything near affection like a ride home. And how they're not the only one in each other's world. And how everyone includes Sehun himself make him feel worthless and unnoticed, something he thought he got used to but no, not with Jongin after all. Now Sehun feels like a kicked puppy without a reason he can accept, so he responses by slamming the door behind his back. Time for affection huh, he thinks to himself and presses the elevator button. Jongin is not behind, and Sehun is alright.
He consumes the rest of the night by riding around empty streets and pushing his luck to scratch the shitty slopes of Seoul's construction with the wheels. By the time dawn breaks out he has reached the bank of Han River. Sehun thinks it will be nice to stop for a smoke and watching the sun rising from his right of the east. He puts his weight on the deck, feeling its flexing under him although someone said he was too light for it. Bullshit. Bullshits people say. Bullshits Jongin says about how everything is okay they can stay this way for any longer. Emotions are not returned and from the very beginning it shouldn't be involved, if that's even what he wants to mean. Bullshits Sehun tells himself about how he manages to strain like this forever.
Oh, Sehun thinks. Maybe he fell in love with Jongin, although it seemed impossible for their relationship.
Maybe.
There is the sun, rising gloriously from the horizon which is slightly distorted by buildings and roofs. Sehun grins because it's just as bright as Jongin to the point he burns Sehun out just like how Sehun burns his cigarette, by his touch and the pleasure to have something of Jongin just like how he brings the rolled tobacco to its end by the touch of his lips. But nothing matters now, Sehun throws his phone into the water when Jongin calls for the uncountable time of the day. The man is not the only sun in this space, just like how Sehun is not the only one in his life. New sun comes up every day, and parting ways with someone he has known for six years even whatever years will fade into dusks and dawns little by little. So Sehun knows love will work that way too, and suddenly looks equal although Sehun claimed that himself is pathetic and Jongin is not.
His grin turns into a faint smile when he hears vehicle stopping behind him. Door opens and closes and the sound itself is already powerful that makes Sehun roll his eyes in mild distaste.
"Not going well with my little brother?" The new man initiates when he stands beside Sehun, blocking his sun and makes its light empowering his appearance.
"Shut up, Kai." Sehun sighs, taking a Presso that the man offers. He shots a sly grin at the younger, and Sehun frowns a bit at the taste of the cigarette.
"Nope. Look," the man wraps his arms around Sehun's chest and murmurs, "I wore your wrong timed birthday present."
He smells of Luciano Pavarotti.
A/N: lol I know this is pointless, but I don't know at least a better way to end this so ahaha
x-posted on tumblr
x-posted on sonyeoncheonji @ livejournal