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Things Happen II 2/11
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ink_river10 's update for her fic Two for the Road. Go read this now. Mimimoii this means you. OMG! It is so awesome. So good, you guys will fall in love with this story. Okays, so now on to the chapter at hand. I am just so excited for her update =) Okay, now Hanchul here. So, this is chapter two and I am sorry for making everybody worry when they shouldn't have, not yet *hugs* Thank you guys for all the comments and this is an all Hanchul chapter for you all <3
Hankyung paced in his room. He tried to think of anything, anything, but Heechul. He was having so much trouble these days. His concentration was gone. He knew that Heechul was with his father at the moment. The two had something to discuss concerning Heechul, but Hankyung couldn’t even think of that. He was so frustrated.
He never saw Heechul, never got to hold him. There were days when his arms ached to hug Heechul, to kiss his forehead, to put his head on the other man’s shoulder. It wasn’t all sexual. Hankyung wanted touch, comfort, love. He wanted to be able to take Heechul’s hand just because he wanted to feel the other man’s hand in his. He wanted to be able to pull Heechul against him protectively. He wanted to warm Heechul up when he was cold.
But, he couldn’t. No one was supposed to know about them. No one was supposed to know that Hankyung was in love with the next heir to a rich family, that Hankyung was the reason Heechul hadn’t dated a girl in years, that Hankyung was the reason Heechul rarely went home during the summers, that Hankyung was the reason Heechul was suddenly so interested in everything.
Hankyung on his part didn’t care. He just wanted everyone to know so that they would leave Heechul alone. He didn’t like seeing Heechul surrounded by girls and guys. He didn’t like seeing Kyuhyun hanging onto him. Kyuhyun was definitely old enough to watch himself. He didn’t need Heechul, but apparently no one but he thought that.
He sighed and threw himself onto the bed.
“Hankyung?”
He sat up so fast that the room went white in front of him. He blinked and his room and Heechul came into focus.
“What is it?” He asked. “How are you? How did it go? What did he want?”
He was suddenly the protective boyfriend, the boyfriend who wanted to erase the frown on Heechul’s face. He reached forward and pulled Heechul into a hug.
“What is it?” He murmured into Heechul’s hair.
Heechul said nothing. He just clung to Hankyung like a lost child. Everything he had been worrying about earlier left Hankyung’s head as he cradled Heechul against him. He was so selfish for not thinking about anyone, but himself for the past month. What did it matter what he wanted? Heechul needed him and all he could do was plot ways to get the two of them into bed. He really was the worst boyfriend in history.
“Heechul.” He tried again.
“Can you just be quiet a second, Hankyung. I just want you to hold me, just for a second before I have to go again.”
“Go where?” He asked anyway.
Heechul sighed. “I said be quiet.”
“I would, but you’re starting to worry me. What’s wrong?”
“I just came to pick up some things. My mother and father want me to go back home for the weekend.” Heechul said.
But, there was something in Heechul’s voice that made Hankyung think that Heechul wasn’t being fully truthful. He heard the waver in Heechul’s voice and asked the question that was bothering him.
“Just the weekend?”
“Yeah, just the weekend.” Heechul answered.
Hankyung didn’t believe him. Hankyung knew he was lying. He could see it in the eyes of the other man. He could hear it in the slight lilt of Heechul’s voice. There was a lie there, but he didn’t know why and he knew better than to question it. Heechul could lie when he wanted to, but he always had a reason and he always told Hankyung why.
“I like you.” Heechul murmured against his chest.
Hankyung laughed. “I love you too.”
He liked this Heechul. He liked the Heechul he could understand. He liked being the strong one, the one that provided comfort and the one who was confident when it came to situations like these.
He cradled Heechul for a little bit before the other man moved away. Hankyung watched as Heechul crossed the room and locked the bedroom door. Hankyung’s eyes widened as he saw the look in Heechul’s eyes. It was the same look he had earlier, the hungry look, the look that promised so many things.
“Hee…Heechul.” He managed.
“Sh.” Heechul murmured coming closer.
Hankyung’s eyes fluttered close as Heechul’s hand moved under his shirt, his fingers tracing lines over Hankyung’s stomach.
“Heechul, what are you doing?” Hankyung asked as Heechul moved his hands over Hankyung’s shoulder.
“What does it look like?” Heechul said his voice sounding just as breathless as Hankyung’s. “We won’t see each other for so long. I’m going to miss this.”
Hankyung’s laugh came out too breathless for his liking, but there was nothing he could do to fix that, especially since Heechul mouth was now attached to his bare chest.
“It’s only going to be a weekend.” He gasped as Heechul’s mouth moved to his neck.
“A weekend is a long, long, long time.”
“We’ve gone without it longer lately.” Hankyung said helping Heechul with his shirt.
“Yeah, I know and I hate it.” Heechul said slipping onto his knees.
“Heechul.” Hankyung whispered watching with wide eyes as Heechul undid his belt and pulled down his pants. “Wait.”
“What?” Heechul asked with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes…no…yes…I don’t know. I need to sit or the wall.” Hankyung said swallowing hard.
“Wall.” Heechul whispered.
Hankyung ended up slamming Heechul harder than he had intended into the wall. He leaned down and kissed Heechul hungrily, desperately. It had been too long, much too long. His whole body was shaking with anticipation. His heart hammering loudly in his chest as Heechul panted in his ear.
“I need you.” Heechul whispered slipping onto his knees once more.
Hankyung bit his lip, threw his head back and let out a moan as Heechul’s mouth enveloped him in warmth.
“Heechul.” He moaned tangling his hands in that soft hair.
His legs weren’t working anymore. It was all too much, that warm mouth, those long fingers. Hankyung’s breath left his body as fast as it came. He threw his head back against the wall knowing that it provided little to no support. He didn’t move, knowing that if he did he was going to do something to ruin everything.
“Heechul.” He chanted. “Heechul…Heechul…I love you…Heechul.”
“What?” Heechul snapped glaring up at him.
Hankyung’s mouth dropped open. He didn’t know where he was. His whole mind was clouded over with thoughts of what Heechul had been doing to him. Now, all he wanted was to feel that same warmth around him again.
“What?” He asked intelligently. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I was having fun, but you keep interrupting.” Heechul smirked.
It took Hankyung a while to realize that Heechul was teasing. He moaned.
“Heechul, just shut up. You look so much better with your mouth closed, so close it.” He growled.
Heechul laughed, that warm breath sending shivers up Hankyung’s spine. He couldn’t do it. His hands pulled Heechul up and he pressed his lips against those soft lips. He tasted Heechul and something else. Heechul moaned into his mouth as he bit down hard.
“Hankyung. Please.”
“What time do you have to leave?” Hankyung asked tightening his hand around Heechul.
The older man moaned into his neck as Hankyung’s hand moved faster.
“What time do you have to leave?” he asked, stopping his hand altogether.
Heechul moaned in protest, but looked at him.
“Shit, I have to go.”
Hankyung looked down between them. Heechul’s hands were firmly in hair refusing to let go and he sure as hell wasn’t going to move.
“Now?”
“Well, I was going to let you have your fun, but you interrupted.” Heechul said falling against him as Hankyung’s hand started moving again.
“I have to go.”
“So, go.” Hankyung said biting down on Heechul’s neck.
“Go.” He whispered even as Heechul pulled him to the bed.
“Go.” He said again as they started moving together.
“Don’t go.” He moaned into Heechul’s mouth as their breaths picked up.
***
Heechul groaned as his cell phone started ringing. He picked it up glancing at Hankyung who was still sleeping.
“Hello?”
“Heechul, where the hell are you? We’re leaving in an hour.”
Heechul groaned. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the lights and locked the door behind him.
“I’m still at school.”
“I thought you said you had your things already. What are you doing at school?”
“I had to finish something.” Heechul answered running a hand through his hair.
“Well, whatever it is hurry up. I’m giving you exactly 30 minutes to get here.”
“Fine. I’ll be there.”
“Don’t disappoint me Heechul.”
“What?” Heechul sneered. “You mean don’t do what you’ve been doing to me all my life?”
“I’m your father.”
“And I’m your son, but you never treated me like one, so don’t talk about family now. You need me and that’s why you’re talking about fathers and sons. I know you need me and I don’t want to hear your lies. Let’s be frank with each other. If you hadn’t needed this now, I would be in school and you know what I would be doing?”
“Heechul.” His father warned.
“I would be fucking the life out of my boyfriend. Because, I like, no, love men.” Heechul said closing his phone with a snap.
He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Why was he doing this?
He walked out of the bathroom. Hankyung had rolled over to his side his hand reaching for something. Heechul smiled as he slipped into bed. His smile widened when Hankyung’s arm came to rest around him. He snuggled into the warmth and closed his eyes for a second.
“Hankyung.” He whispered. “Hankyung, I need you. Don’t forget that.”
Hankyung said nothing. Heechul watched the face that he cared for so much, relaxed in sleep. Hankyung had been so desperate, so hungry, so deprived. They both were. And all Heechul wanted was to lie down and sleep next to this man. But, there was another man waiting for him and he had to go.
Why did he leave?
Because, his father called him and he was still a son, still a Kim.
He picked up his clothes and threw them on. When he was dressed he walked over to Hankyung. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the younger man’s forehead.
“I love you.” He said imagining the light in Hankyung’s eyes.
“I love you.” He said again when he closed the door behind him.
“I love you.” He said for the last time as he drove out of the school wishing he had the courage to say it when it mattered.
A/N: *hides* I don't even know how I do these things. Whenever I write anything slightly rated I get all shy and I don't even know what I'm saying. Dare I ask what everyone thought?
ink_river10 's update for her fic Two for the Road. Go read this now. Mimimoii this means you. OMG! It is so awesome. So good, you guys will fall in love with this story. Okays, so now on to the chapter at hand. I am just so excited for her update =) Okay, now Hanchul here. So, this is chapter two and I am sorry for making everybody worry when they shouldn't have, not yet *hugs* Thank you guys for all the comments and this is an all Hanchul chapter for you all <3Hankyung paced in his room. He tried to think of anything, anything, but Heechul. He was having so much trouble these days. His concentration was gone. He knew that Heechul was with his father at the moment. The two had something to discuss concerning Heechul, but Hankyung couldn’t even think of that. He was so frustrated.
He never saw Heechul, never got to hold him. There were days when his arms ached to hug Heechul, to kiss his forehead, to put his head on the other man’s shoulder. It wasn’t all sexual. Hankyung wanted touch, comfort, love. He wanted to be able to take Heechul’s hand just because he wanted to feel the other man’s hand in his. He wanted to be able to pull Heechul against him protectively. He wanted to warm Heechul up when he was cold.
But, he couldn’t. No one was supposed to know about them. No one was supposed to know that Hankyung was in love with the next heir to a rich family, that Hankyung was the reason Heechul hadn’t dated a girl in years, that Hankyung was the reason Heechul rarely went home during the summers, that Hankyung was the reason Heechul was suddenly so interested in everything.
Hankyung on his part didn’t care. He just wanted everyone to know so that they would leave Heechul alone. He didn’t like seeing Heechul surrounded by girls and guys. He didn’t like seeing Kyuhyun hanging onto him. Kyuhyun was definitely old enough to watch himself. He didn’t need Heechul, but apparently no one but he thought that.
He sighed and threw himself onto the bed.
“Hankyung?”
He sat up so fast that the room went white in front of him. He blinked and his room and Heechul came into focus.
“What is it?” He asked. “How are you? How did it go? What did he want?”
He was suddenly the protective boyfriend, the boyfriend who wanted to erase the frown on Heechul’s face. He reached forward and pulled Heechul into a hug.
“What is it?” He murmured into Heechul’s hair.
Heechul said nothing. He just clung to Hankyung like a lost child. Everything he had been worrying about earlier left Hankyung’s head as he cradled Heechul against him. He was so selfish for not thinking about anyone, but himself for the past month. What did it matter what he wanted? Heechul needed him and all he could do was plot ways to get the two of them into bed. He really was the worst boyfriend in history.
“Heechul.” He tried again.
“Can you just be quiet a second, Hankyung. I just want you to hold me, just for a second before I have to go again.”
“Go where?” He asked anyway.
Heechul sighed. “I said be quiet.”
“I would, but you’re starting to worry me. What’s wrong?”
“I just came to pick up some things. My mother and father want me to go back home for the weekend.” Heechul said.
But, there was something in Heechul’s voice that made Hankyung think that Heechul wasn’t being fully truthful. He heard the waver in Heechul’s voice and asked the question that was bothering him.
“Just the weekend?”
“Yeah, just the weekend.” Heechul answered.
Hankyung didn’t believe him. Hankyung knew he was lying. He could see it in the eyes of the other man. He could hear it in the slight lilt of Heechul’s voice. There was a lie there, but he didn’t know why and he knew better than to question it. Heechul could lie when he wanted to, but he always had a reason and he always told Hankyung why.
“I like you.” Heechul murmured against his chest.
Hankyung laughed. “I love you too.”
He liked this Heechul. He liked the Heechul he could understand. He liked being the strong one, the one that provided comfort and the one who was confident when it came to situations like these.
He cradled Heechul for a little bit before the other man moved away. Hankyung watched as Heechul crossed the room and locked the bedroom door. Hankyung’s eyes widened as he saw the look in Heechul’s eyes. It was the same look he had earlier, the hungry look, the look that promised so many things.
“Hee…Heechul.” He managed.
“Sh.” Heechul murmured coming closer.
Hankyung’s eyes fluttered close as Heechul’s hand moved under his shirt, his fingers tracing lines over Hankyung’s stomach.
“Heechul, what are you doing?” Hankyung asked as Heechul moved his hands over Hankyung’s shoulder.
“What does it look like?” Heechul said his voice sounding just as breathless as Hankyung’s. “We won’t see each other for so long. I’m going to miss this.”
Hankyung’s laugh came out too breathless for his liking, but there was nothing he could do to fix that, especially since Heechul mouth was now attached to his bare chest.
“It’s only going to be a weekend.” He gasped as Heechul’s mouth moved to his neck.
“A weekend is a long, long, long time.”
“We’ve gone without it longer lately.” Hankyung said helping Heechul with his shirt.
“Yeah, I know and I hate it.” Heechul said slipping onto his knees.
“Heechul.” Hankyung whispered watching with wide eyes as Heechul undid his belt and pulled down his pants. “Wait.”
“What?” Heechul asked with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes…no…yes…I don’t know. I need to sit or the wall.” Hankyung said swallowing hard.
“Wall.” Heechul whispered.
Hankyung ended up slamming Heechul harder than he had intended into the wall. He leaned down and kissed Heechul hungrily, desperately. It had been too long, much too long. His whole body was shaking with anticipation. His heart hammering loudly in his chest as Heechul panted in his ear.
“I need you.” Heechul whispered slipping onto his knees once more.
Hankyung bit his lip, threw his head back and let out a moan as Heechul’s mouth enveloped him in warmth.
“Heechul.” He moaned tangling his hands in that soft hair.
His legs weren’t working anymore. It was all too much, that warm mouth, those long fingers. Hankyung’s breath left his body as fast as it came. He threw his head back against the wall knowing that it provided little to no support. He didn’t move, knowing that if he did he was going to do something to ruin everything.
“Heechul.” He chanted. “Heechul…Heechul…I love you…Heechul.”
“What?” Heechul snapped glaring up at him.
Hankyung’s mouth dropped open. He didn’t know where he was. His whole mind was clouded over with thoughts of what Heechul had been doing to him. Now, all he wanted was to feel that same warmth around him again.
“What?” He asked intelligently. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I was having fun, but you keep interrupting.” Heechul smirked.
It took Hankyung a while to realize that Heechul was teasing. He moaned.
“Heechul, just shut up. You look so much better with your mouth closed, so close it.” He growled.
Heechul laughed, that warm breath sending shivers up Hankyung’s spine. He couldn’t do it. His hands pulled Heechul up and he pressed his lips against those soft lips. He tasted Heechul and something else. Heechul moaned into his mouth as he bit down hard.
“Hankyung. Please.”
“What time do you have to leave?” Hankyung asked tightening his hand around Heechul.
The older man moaned into his neck as Hankyung’s hand moved faster.
“What time do you have to leave?” he asked, stopping his hand altogether.
Heechul moaned in protest, but looked at him.
“Shit, I have to go.”
Hankyung looked down between them. Heechul’s hands were firmly in hair refusing to let go and he sure as hell wasn’t going to move.
“Now?”
“Well, I was going to let you have your fun, but you interrupted.” Heechul said falling against him as Hankyung’s hand started moving again.
“I have to go.”
“So, go.” Hankyung said biting down on Heechul’s neck.
“Go.” He whispered even as Heechul pulled him to the bed.
“Go.” He said again as they started moving together.
“Don’t go.” He moaned into Heechul’s mouth as their breaths picked up.
***
Heechul groaned as his cell phone started ringing. He picked it up glancing at Hankyung who was still sleeping.
“Hello?”
“Heechul, where the hell are you? We’re leaving in an hour.”
Heechul groaned. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the lights and locked the door behind him.
“I’m still at school.”
“I thought you said you had your things already. What are you doing at school?”
“I had to finish something.” Heechul answered running a hand through his hair.
“Well, whatever it is hurry up. I’m giving you exactly 30 minutes to get here.”
“Fine. I’ll be there.”
“Don’t disappoint me Heechul.”
“What?” Heechul sneered. “You mean don’t do what you’ve been doing to me all my life?”
“I’m your father.”
“And I’m your son, but you never treated me like one, so don’t talk about family now. You need me and that’s why you’re talking about fathers and sons. I know you need me and I don’t want to hear your lies. Let’s be frank with each other. If you hadn’t needed this now, I would be in school and you know what I would be doing?”
“Heechul.” His father warned.
“I would be fucking the life out of my boyfriend. Because, I like, no, love men.” Heechul said closing his phone with a snap.
He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Why was he doing this?
He walked out of the bathroom. Hankyung had rolled over to his side his hand reaching for something. Heechul smiled as he slipped into bed. His smile widened when Hankyung’s arm came to rest around him. He snuggled into the warmth and closed his eyes for a second.
“Hankyung.” He whispered. “Hankyung, I need you. Don’t forget that.”
Hankyung said nothing. Heechul watched the face that he cared for so much, relaxed in sleep. Hankyung had been so desperate, so hungry, so deprived. They both were. And all Heechul wanted was to lie down and sleep next to this man. But, there was another man waiting for him and he had to go.
Why did he leave?
Because, his father called him and he was still a son, still a Kim.
He picked up his clothes and threw them on. When he was dressed he walked over to Hankyung. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the younger man’s forehead.
“I love you.” He said imagining the light in Hankyung’s eyes.
“I love you.” He said again when he closed the door behind him.
“I love you.” He said for the last time as he drove out of the school wishing he had the courage to say it when it mattered.
A/N: *hides* I don't even know how I do these things. Whenever I write anything slightly rated I get all shy and I don't even know what I'm saying. Dare I ask what everyone thought?
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