On these lazy mornings
Title: On these lazy mornings
Rating: PG?
Pairing: Yesung / Ryeowook
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own the boys
Summary: Ryeowook ponders about life. Really, just fluff.
More: ... for the Santaself - Christmas project.
Last night's snowfall had ceased; among the grey clouds there could be seen rays of sunshine already; Seoul quickly recovered back to its sunny, chilly state, the occasional snowfalls never lasted long. And actually, Ryeowook had learned to like this city as it was: intimate, close and sunny. Lying in the bed, he watched as the clouds moved silently across the upside-down sky, the grey mass from where he was able to tell apart already a few silver linings. The sun never gave up.
Yesterday's laundry hadn't dried up yet, after the rain the clothes had just gotten wet once again. He shifted his gaze so that his eyes didn't meet with the sky anymore, but the horizon of the town and finally, the small balcony they had on their apartment. The washing line was hung across it, a pair of socks, some briefs and Yesung's shirt were hanging from it, water dripping from them as if the clothes were crying. The scene made Ryeowook's lips curl up to smile; he valued these small proofs of everyday life that he actually shared it with someone. The fact that there were now two coffee cups on the table at mornings, how their toothbrushes were kept in the same cup, how their laundry was shared. Few days ago Ryeowook had realised, that he didn't miss his previous life anymore. Of course, the traces were there, and he'd smile when little things such as the coffee cups they had bought together now replaced the old ones from his previous relationship. They were building their life slowly, kneading two lines into one.
Ryeowook turned, searching for a coverlet. His bare skin had gotten goose-pimpled, it did so easily so. He stretched his curled up legs straight against the rustled white sheets, burying himself under the warmth. It was almost Christmas, he had lived in Seoul for nine months now. And more importantly, he had known Yesung for nine months now. And he didn't regret a second he had spent with the other man, looking back now their short past, Ryeowook wouldn't have traded a single moment for another. It was good to be like this. He shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position. When he could see the dark-haired man from the frames of the open door, he remained still, those honey brown eyes fixing on each move the other made. If Ryeowook could choose, he could be like this the whole day, just lying in a bed, looking at the man he endeared.
It was Saturday now, and a lucky one, even. Neither of them had work today, so they could spend the day with each other. The thought made him smile a bit wider.
Yesung had fixed coffee; Ryeowook could hear the coffee percolator's noise from kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee woke the petite man finally up. The floor felt cold against his bare feet, the coverlet heavy on his shoulders as he dragged it along as he stood up. Tip-toeing, he walked to the living room, the coverlet dragging along the floor as he paced. The walls of the living room were blue, somewhat like a dulled sapphire. It was one of his favorite colors, as he had always wanted to see the sea. They had made a promise, Yesung would take them sailing one day, as one of his friends had a yacht. It was something to look forward to.
The walls had been re-painted after the renovation, they had picked the color together even if they hadn't lived together back then.. Ryeowook liked the color, but had always wondered had it make the living room look too much like himself, where would Yesung be? But later on, he had learned that all he needed to make his home feel at all Yesung-like, was to get him there. Without the man, the apartment was quiet and a bit cold; it felt a bit deserted, abandoned even. But when Yesung was there, it felt like home. The three turtles, the guitar on the corner, a pile of DVDs they had watched together on the old couch.
Ryeowook tugged the coverlet better around him, it was pure white with green grass pattern over it. The fabric was old and a had its colors bit faded already, but it was much softer than any of the newer sheets they had. Wrapping his -still cold- arms around the pale waist as Yesung made breakfast for them, Ryeowook planted a chaste kiss on the other's neck, hugging him from behind. He was taller than Ryeowook, but they fit together perfectly, each and every curve. It felt good. It had taken Ryeowook a lot of time to adjust to this kind of a life; to let another man in his life like this felt still occasionally a bit weird, new, and still Ryeowook felt like a lamb needing for guidance at times. But Yesung was good to him, he had been patient. He snuggled closer, breathing in the smell of Yesung. Not maybe shower-fresh, but Ryeowook liked it like this better. Yesung smelled like sleep, he smelled like the sun. It was.. kind of sweet, to be honest. Now they could share a bath together.
-'Morning, sleepyhead- Ryeowook heard the other say to him, a soft laughter on his lips as he said the words. Just like always. He loved it how cheerful Yesung was always, even if he wasn't laughing out loud or bouncing around. Some said Yesung was a mystery, but withing the months they had spent together, he had learned to read the other. His needs, his wants. It made him feel secure, content, when he was with Yesung.
-'Morning.. - Ryeowook smiled as he gave Yesung an answer. It was another thing different from his previous life, the life without someone to have there to share it with. If he was living alone, he'd never hear anyone to wish him good morning or anything else either. The fragile man buried his face on Yesung's back; he had such nice, strong shoulders, so nice to lean against, so nice to touch and feel. Yesung laughed; his laughter was husky and honest like all laughters should have been, it was warm.
-Is everything alright? You don't usually cuddle people like this - the older man murmured, his warm hands searching to find Ryeowook's pale, cold hands that had now found their path on the rim of Yesung's pants. The older man gently lifted those hands up to his bare chest, from where Ryeowook could feel Yesung's heartbeat.
-Everything's fine - the younger man whispered back to the other, enjoying for awhile the closeness before he continued:
-I was just thinking about you.. about ..us- he said finally, nudging his chin against Yesung's shoulder so that his mouth was close to Yesung's ear. Soon Yesung's fingers tugged his hair gently, but with a demanding undertone. Ryeowook gave the man a light kiss, but could soon feel Yesung's tongue nudging the parting of his lips, touching only slightly before retreating.
He tasted like breakfast.
"You took a false start", Ryeowook murmured, feeling his stomach grumble.
It was going to be a nice morning.
Rating: PG?
Pairing: Yesung / Ryeowook
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own the boys
Summary: Ryeowook ponders about life. Really, just fluff.
More: ... for the Santaself - Christmas project.
Last night's snowfall had ceased; among the grey clouds there could be seen rays of sunshine already; Seoul quickly recovered back to its sunny, chilly state, the occasional snowfalls never lasted long. And actually, Ryeowook had learned to like this city as it was: intimate, close and sunny. Lying in the bed, he watched as the clouds moved silently across the upside-down sky, the grey mass from where he was able to tell apart already a few silver linings. The sun never gave up.
Yesterday's laundry hadn't dried up yet, after the rain the clothes had just gotten wet once again. He shifted his gaze so that his eyes didn't meet with the sky anymore, but the horizon of the town and finally, the small balcony they had on their apartment. The washing line was hung across it, a pair of socks, some briefs and Yesung's shirt were hanging from it, water dripping from them as if the clothes were crying. The scene made Ryeowook's lips curl up to smile; he valued these small proofs of everyday life that he actually shared it with someone. The fact that there were now two coffee cups on the table at mornings, how their toothbrushes were kept in the same cup, how their laundry was shared. Few days ago Ryeowook had realised, that he didn't miss his previous life anymore. Of course, the traces were there, and he'd smile when little things such as the coffee cups they had bought together now replaced the old ones from his previous relationship. They were building their life slowly, kneading two lines into one.
Ryeowook turned, searching for a coverlet. His bare skin had gotten goose-pimpled, it did so easily so. He stretched his curled up legs straight against the rustled white sheets, burying himself under the warmth. It was almost Christmas, he had lived in Seoul for nine months now. And more importantly, he had known Yesung for nine months now. And he didn't regret a second he had spent with the other man, looking back now their short past, Ryeowook wouldn't have traded a single moment for another. It was good to be like this. He shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position. When he could see the dark-haired man from the frames of the open door, he remained still, those honey brown eyes fixing on each move the other made. If Ryeowook could choose, he could be like this the whole day, just lying in a bed, looking at the man he endeared.
It was Saturday now, and a lucky one, even. Neither of them had work today, so they could spend the day with each other. The thought made him smile a bit wider.
Yesung had fixed coffee; Ryeowook could hear the coffee percolator's noise from kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee woke the petite man finally up. The floor felt cold against his bare feet, the coverlet heavy on his shoulders as he dragged it along as he stood up. Tip-toeing, he walked to the living room, the coverlet dragging along the floor as he paced. The walls of the living room were blue, somewhat like a dulled sapphire. It was one of his favorite colors, as he had always wanted to see the sea. They had made a promise, Yesung would take them sailing one day, as one of his friends had a yacht. It was something to look forward to.
The walls had been re-painted after the renovation, they had picked the color together even if they hadn't lived together back then.. Ryeowook liked the color, but had always wondered had it make the living room look too much like himself, where would Yesung be? But later on, he had learned that all he needed to make his home feel at all Yesung-like, was to get him there. Without the man, the apartment was quiet and a bit cold; it felt a bit deserted, abandoned even. But when Yesung was there, it felt like home. The three turtles, the guitar on the corner, a pile of DVDs they had watched together on the old couch.
Ryeowook tugged the coverlet better around him, it was pure white with green grass pattern over it. The fabric was old and a had its colors bit faded already, but it was much softer than any of the newer sheets they had. Wrapping his -still cold- arms around the pale waist as Yesung made breakfast for them, Ryeowook planted a chaste kiss on the other's neck, hugging him from behind. He was taller than Ryeowook, but they fit together perfectly, each and every curve. It felt good. It had taken Ryeowook a lot of time to adjust to this kind of a life; to let another man in his life like this felt still occasionally a bit weird, new, and still Ryeowook felt like a lamb needing for guidance at times. But Yesung was good to him, he had been patient. He snuggled closer, breathing in the smell of Yesung. Not maybe shower-fresh, but Ryeowook liked it like this better. Yesung smelled like sleep, he smelled like the sun. It was.. kind of sweet, to be honest. Now they could share a bath together.
-'Morning, sleepyhead- Ryeowook heard the other say to him, a soft laughter on his lips as he said the words. Just like always. He loved it how cheerful Yesung was always, even if he wasn't laughing out loud or bouncing around. Some said Yesung was a mystery, but withing the months they had spent together, he had learned to read the other. His needs, his wants. It made him feel secure, content, when he was with Yesung.
-'Morning.. - Ryeowook smiled as he gave Yesung an answer. It was another thing different from his previous life, the life without someone to have there to share it with. If he was living alone, he'd never hear anyone to wish him good morning or anything else either. The fragile man buried his face on Yesung's back; he had such nice, strong shoulders, so nice to lean against, so nice to touch and feel. Yesung laughed; his laughter was husky and honest like all laughters should have been, it was warm.
-Is everything alright? You don't usually cuddle people like this - the older man murmured, his warm hands searching to find Ryeowook's pale, cold hands that had now found their path on the rim of Yesung's pants. The older man gently lifted those hands up to his bare chest, from where Ryeowook could feel Yesung's heartbeat.
-Everything's fine - the younger man whispered back to the other, enjoying for awhile the closeness before he continued:
-I was just thinking about you.. about ..us- he said finally, nudging his chin against Yesung's shoulder so that his mouth was close to Yesung's ear. Soon Yesung's fingers tugged his hair gently, but with a demanding undertone. Ryeowook gave the man a light kiss, but could soon feel Yesung's tongue nudging the parting of his lips, touching only slightly before retreating.
He tasted like breakfast.
"You took a false start", Ryeowook murmured, feeling his stomach grumble.
It was going to be a nice morning.