[2PM; chansung/junho] slips and tangles

Aug 22, 2012 14:32

title: slips and tangles
pairing: chansung/junho
rating: nc-17
1,845 w. / pwp / underage shenanigans
summary: chansung and junho are in high school and they’re archenemies who happen to also lust after each other because they’re hot like that. takes place in the locker room rawr
a/n: the title's from the weakerthans song by the same name. this is for c, who i think wants to stay anonymous! thanks ongew for the beta♥



Coach had made the two of them run a few extra rounds after practice for the sadistic bastard that he was. Sure, maybe Junho did challenge Chansung to a match, running straight towards the other boy even though they were playing on the same team, and tackled him to the ground, the back of their shirts covered in dirt and wet grass as they wrestled but that wasn’t the point.

The point was their coach being a sadistic bastard.

So yeah, maybe a few curses were exchanged between the two of them, an elbow jabbed into the stomach, a knee straight in for the gold and whatnot, but coach didn’t have to choose this practice to show them some discipline and decide to teach their little sorry asses some respect, did he?

It was so unfair.

Now there was just the two of them left in the locker room with everyone already gone home, their breathing and the rustle of fabric the only noise. Junho could feel the burn in his thighs and tomorrow was surely going to be such a bitch, he could feel it through his bones as he cursed Chansung under his breath. This was all the other guy's fault, what with him being the cocky little bastard, Mr.team captain playing for the team and bringing it home. Fuck that shit, Junho knew better. He knew he could do so much better than the other fucker could ever dream of accomplishing.

“Next time I won’t go so easy on you, Lee,” Chansung growled, peeling the wet shirt off his back. His muscles flexed as his back expanded, tan skin wide and spread like an empty canvas.

Junho turned around, a disbelieving look on his face, “Oh fuck you, Hwang.”

He couldn’t believe the shit he was getting today. It seemed like everyone just couldn’t wait lining up to make his life miserable, one fucker at a time.

“You do know you’re just a good-for-nothing team captain, right?” Junho continued, cocking his head to the side, smirking at Chansung. “All those cheerleaders sucking your cock? They’re just doing it for the team, man,” he said, and turned back to pull his shirt over his head. Junho couldn’t wait to hit the showers and get the hell out of here.

As he bent down, midway pulling his shorts off, someone came behind him and pushed him face first against the cold metal of the locker. Junho’s breath caught in his throat as he groaned at the pain that shot through his head.

He tried to push back but the hand on his back was strong. “Told you I won’t go easy on you next time,” Chansung said through gritted teeth, fingers sinking into Junho’s bare shoulder.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Junho yelled, turning his head to the side for air as he tried to fight back. “Get the fuck off me, Hwang!”

“What did I just tell you,” Chansung half-whispered into Junho’s ear, his breath wet and hot against the skin there. “You’re not a fast learner, are you? Which is why I’m the team captain and you’re just nobody.” He mocked, laughing as he pushed Junho harder against the locker. Junho could feel Chansung’s chest against his back, bare skin warm and almost inviting, safe for the situation they were in right now. It wasn’t something he was supposed to be thinking of anyway.

Junho groaned, frustrated. “Just get off me, idiot.”

“No.” Chansung death banned. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”

Junho didn’t know what kind of lesson Chansung was talking about but was this really the best moment for that? Was him naked, safe for the shorts bundled and sticking to the skin of his calves -- his bare cock against the cold metal of the locker and his ass against Chansung’s groin if he’d just, just push back a little -- really, really necessary?

He came to the conclusion that this was just another average day in the miserable life of one Lee Junho whose cock was about to get alarmingly responsive. Who knew, huh. Fuck.

Chansung used the hand he had on Junho’s shoulder to turn the guy around facing each other while his other one pinned Junho’s wrists above his head, pushing their torsos flush against each other. He smirked devilishly shoving his thigh between Junho’s wobbly legs.

“Guess you’re in for the team as well, huh, Lee.” He said knowingly, definitely picking up on Junho’s cock that was saluting between their bodies at the moment. It couldn’t possibly get any worse now, Junho thought, biting his lower lip to keep from moaning.

“Fuck,” he groaned, teeth sinking way too hard into the flesh that’d swell without doubt. Chansung hissed at him, pressing him harder against the lockers, thigh inching dangerously close to Junho’s crotch.

“Do you,” Chansung started, sounding surprisingly breathless as he moved his lips to Junho’s neck, “want to suck my cock, too, Lee?”

Maybe it was the haze he was in -- trying to hold in the building need to come or just lean forward and bite at Chansung’s lips, tug them hard enough until he’d cry out -- but Junho swore it was a moan he’d heard coming from Chansung.

“Fuck you,” Junho growled, ignoring the chills running down his back. He could feel Chansung’s hot breath on his neck, teeth crazing the skin there lightly as if he’s holding back.

Junho inhaled sharply as Chansung sunk his teeth into the skin, biting hard enough to leave a vicious mark before lapping over the area with his tongue. He sucked the tiny patch of marked skin, moaning around it as if deliberately trying to draw out embarrassing noises from Junho. They would both deny this ever happened between them, so Junho didn’t see reason to hold back as he whined helplessly, hips bucking forward for any friction to ease the burn in his body.

It wasn’t until Chansung gripped the base of his cock that Junho’s eyes shot open and he realized he’d kept them closed the whole time, and felt something like regret in the pit of his stomach for missing the look on Chansung’s face, the eyes that were determined and full of lust and the swell of his lips, bitten red and wet. Junho tried to buck into Chansung’s fist, holding his gaze as if they could communicate through telepathy. For what’s worth, the message was quite simple: Move your hand. Let me come.

“Nu-uh,” Chansung clicked his tongue, shaking his head, “you have to suck my cock first.”
He grinned, tightening his hold around Junho’s cock to watch him squirm and whine, sweat beads falling down his neck to his narrow chest. Chansung leaned in to catch one on his tongue, sliding the wet muscle against the sharp edge of Junho’s collar bone.

Junho threw his head back and moaned even louder as his whole body trembled. “Please,” he breathed, voice heavy with want. “Please.”

“Fuck,” Chansung muttered, nosing at Junho’s neck, “stop begging, dammit!”

Whatever it was that Junho did seemed to make Chansung change his mind as he started to move his fist up and down the length of Junho’s cock, smearing pre-come all over to make it slicker and the friction that much more satisfying. Junho’s hands scrambled for something to hold and the grip Chansung had on his wrists was getting useless, it wasn’t like Junho was going anywhere, so he let go only to intertwine their hands, holding them up against the lockers. Junho’s other hand fell down, almost boneless, before he brought it up to pull at the hair on Chansung’s nape, yanking them back. Chansung growled, biting down harshly on the junction between Junho’s neck and shoulder.

“You want to be fucked, don’t you, Lee?” He asked, licking his way to Junho’s earlobe, swirling hot breath all over. “I won’t give it to you that easily,” he continued, leaning in until Junho could feel the hard cock against his thigh, tip leaking wet.

“Fucking bastard,” Junho gritted, tugging the hair on Chansung’s nape roughly. Chansung growled, his eyes focused on Junho as he nudged their cocks together, dragging a pull long enough for Junho to whimper. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice breaking.

Chansung released Junho’s cock, letting it spring upwards with an obnoxious wet sound as it hit Junho’s stomach and smeared some of the pre-come on the trail of hair there. Junho was working up a complain deep down his throat but Chansung managed to smother every word crashing their lips together, shoving his tongue down Junho’s throat.

It was forceful and desperate as Junho tried to gasp for air by pulling at a fistful of Chansung’s hair back. Chansung growled, louder this time, shoving Junho against the lockers with a hand around his cock, rocking their hips together at the same time.

“Please,” Junho begged, fighting to keep his eyes open. He glanced down between their bodies and saw Chansung’s cock, swollen and leaking, as he jerked off messily against Junho’s body. Chansung hissed, head falling onto Junho’s shoulder.

“I said,” he growled, teeth sinking into Junho’s shoulder, “no begging, goddammit, Lee.”

Maybe it was the haze again, but Junho found himself turning his head to the side enough for his lips to touch Chansung’s cheek without really thinking about it. He panted against the skin there, tongue sneaking out to taste a hint of sweat and something musky as his hand brushed Chansung’s hair out of the way.

And suddenly they were kissing again, lips hard and swollen against each other, nipping enough to draw out a bit of blood. The shock of pain running through Junho’s body made him feel high as he recognized the orgasm closing on in him, building inside his body. He opened his mouth for Chansung to shove his tongue right in, sliding it against teeth and gums and drawing out little whimpers and breathless moans. Their hands clenched more tightly together, knuckles white against the metal as Chansung gripped both their cocks and fisted them together, jerking off in a haste.

Expectedly, it didn’t take long for the both of them to come violently, bodies trembling as their hips jerked forward. Junho arched into Chansung’s touch, mouth gasping for air as Chansung nuzzled his way to Junho’s neck, panting against the skin there.

“Fu-ck,” Chansung grunted, body going slack against Junho’s.

They stayed there like that, bodies spent and muscles sore, breathing for a while. Growing aware of the sticky mess between their bodies, Junho finally groaned and shifted his body, finding his legs less jelly-like than before and trusting them to keep him up.

“I’m just gonna shower to get the mess off,” he murmured, feeling awkward after everything they’d done only minutes ago. Chansung didn’t say anything, only groaned when Junho untangled himself and moved away.

When Junho came back from the showers, Chansung was already gone, leaving nothing behind as evidence for what’d happened between the two of them earlier. It was their secret and Junho was planning to keeping it that way.

fandom: 2pm, rating: nc-17, pairing: junho/chansung

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