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I Want to Drown in Your Eyes
Title: I Want to Drown in Your Eyes
Pairing hanchul...hanchul...and...uh...more Hanchul
Genre: smut, fluff, romance
Rating: R
Summary: Heechul never knew what it was like to give himself over completely, never imagined that it would be like that, be that liberating. He never understood what it meant to drown in someone's eyes, not until he drowned in Han Geng's.
Note: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kpop_prompts challenge. Prompt #1, number 21
A/N: THIS I BLAME ENTIRELY ON![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daidetre She posted this gif and what did you all expect??? Hmmm???? I think I am pretty predictable and Han Geng blowing me kisses while looking that freaking hot breaks my mind into tiny little useless pieces. I blame this fluffy nonsense on daidetre and on that gif, but mostly her because she was the one WHO SHOVED SEXY AS HELL GENG INTO MY FACE!!! And because I DO NOT WANT SAD HANCHUL D: I. DO. NOT. WANT. Someone make me happy and write some ridiculous, fluffy, delicious hanchul like soju_drip did. Anyway, I leave this to entertain you all while I go finish that siwook I am working on. And take this as a distraction as I disappear for a few days to be sick in peace =)
It’s the stare, the intense gaze that does it. There is no denying it, not for Heechul. He’s sitting in the living room, flipping through the new Chinese channels they got after Heechul “accidentally” canceled their account with the last cable company. Heechul doesn’t expect to see Han Geng, not that day. He talked to Han Geng just a few minutes ago. They couldn’t talk long because Han Geng had to go somewhere. Heechul didn’t know where, not until he flipped through the channels.
Heechul hears the music first, the jumping beat, the yell. Heechul doesn’t understand why Han Geng didn’t talk like that when he was in Super Junior because Heechul swears that that voice alone is enough to make him nice and docile. Heechul turns back to the TV, his heart jumping to the beat of the song, losing the controlled rhythm when he realizes that this is not a music video.
This is a live recording.
Han Geng is on stage.
Live.
Looking at Heechul.
Never mind that millions of people can see him, from every part of the world. Never mind that those eyes are looking at a camera and not at Heechul. Never fucking mind because Han Geng has never looked so fucking hot, not that way, never when he was in Korea.
“Fuck.” Heechul whispers more to himself than to anyone since there is no one in the room with him.
He is taking a few days off because of a certain incident. He is alone in the dorm so he can stare like a complete love struck idiot as his idiot dances across a stage that he clearly owns. Heechul had never really noticed exactly how hot Han Geng was. He never noticed how amazing the other man could look, how he could control with that single look. It had never occurred to Heechul to pay attention, not when Han Geng was here, so easily available.
But, now Han Geng isn’t here. Now, all Heechul has are these videos, the occasional secret trip to China, the many phone calls, plus the phone bills. He can’t just march into Han Geng’s room and push him down on the mattress and demand that Han Geng give him what he wants. Han Geng is too far away, but when Heechul looks at that screen, it’s almost as if Han Geng is right there.
The brown eyes look at him through the screen. Han Geng’s hair looks atrocious, but it works for him. It works for him and Heechul doesn’t know what the fuck happened in between the time he was in Korea and the time he disappeared. Whatever the hell happened, Heechul is glad it did. He stares, eyes focused on the screen as Han Geng dances. His breath catches in his throat when Han Geng smiles at the camera.
It’s perfect what happens next. Han Geng is wearing the sleeveless shirt; his Lady Gaga homage Heechul calls it. Han Geng’s hair is pulled to the left side, piled on top of his head like a big mushroom. Heechul hates it, but he can’t help the way his hands twitch. What he wouldn’t give to run his hands through that hair, to pull, arch against those new muscles on Han Geng’s stomach.
He’s just letting his imagination have its fun when Han Geng turns to the side, that smirk on his lips, that smirk that is mocking Heechul. That smirk that’s telling him, begging him to go over there and press Han Geng against the nearest wall. Heechul has a hard time swallowing when Han Geng turns sideways, hand brushing his lips as he blows a kiss. It’s not the kiss that does it, could never be that kiss because Heechul knows what Han Geng’s kisses are like and this one, this one is nothing compared to Han Geng’s tongue running along his, lips pressed hard, teeth biting down…No this is damn right innocent compared to Han Geng when he’s with Heechul.
It’s not the kiss. It’s the stare, the eyes that get to Heechul. It’s that look that says “come fuck me” that has Heechul reaching for his cellphone, dialing the flight agency. He mutters a few words, books a ticket in two hours time and is back to looking at Han Geng. He’s hit the record button and he rewinds, slows down on Han Geng’s eyes. The brown eyes pulled at the corner, that aggressive grimace, that slow movement of the hands. Han Geng’s fucking eyes that have Heechul almost whimpering as he runs back to his room.
He’s throwing things into his suitcase, flipping open his cellphone. His manager doesn’t pick up and Heechul leaves a quick message.
“I’m going to be away for two days. I’ll be back on Thursday. I need a break. Don’t call me. I’ll turn up. Bye.”
He doesn’t even blink as he tosses the necessary clothes into his suitcase, making sure to scribble a note to Donghae. He pauses then, crosses out Donghae’s name and writes Siwon’s instead. He needs someone to take care of his cats, preferably someone who won’t kill them. Siwon is the most logical choice because Siwon is the one who shoved him in Han Geng’s direction the first time. It’s only fair that Siwon take care of his cats because if it weren’t for Siwon then Heechul wouldn’t be visiting Han Geng so much.
He gets to the airport just as the plane is boarding and he climbs in because fuck he is not missing this plane. The ride is as bad as always, short and cramped and Heechul mutters to himself darkly about Han Geng paying, not that he will ever carry out his threat. He can’t because whenever he looks into Han Geng’s intense brown eyes things sort of fly out of his head. It wasn’t like that before. Back when Han Geng was in Korea, Heechul was in charge. Heechul was the one who was chased after, but things change. Things change because Han Geng always chased him and now it’s Heechul’s turn to do the chasing.
He gets off the plane two hours later with a headache and anticipation bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He’s picked up his suitcase, pulled a taxi over and with some pointing and sign language he gets the taxi to take him where he has to go. He’s halfway there when it occurs to him that he should have called Han Geng. Heechul looks at his phone but decides against it. He wants to catch Han Geng in his natural habitat, see what he’s like when Heechul’s not there.
“Thank you.” Heechul says tossing out some bills to the cab driver.
He knows he’s overpaid the man when the taxi takes off five seconds after Heechul has stepped into the street. He frowns but can’t really bring himself to care because he is a few floors away from Han Geng and those new muscles.
Heechul drags his suitcase up the stairs, forgets the elevator in his hurry to get into that room, fall into that bed with the covers around him, muffling the screams. He can’t wait to feel Han Geng against him, those arms around him, so new and still the same. He can’t wait to just give in like always, but different because when he comes here he’s more open. When he comes to see Han Geng it’s him who murmurs the words into Han Geng’s ear. It’s him who wants to hold on and never let go. It is him, but only between them, only with Han Geng in his room. In public he’s still Heechul, still as uncaring and aloof, but no one out there knows the real him.
None of the fans see who he really is. They just see the brat, the diva, the man who wants to show off what he has. Fans see the Heechul he is paid to be, but only Han Geng sees the Heechul he is. Only Han Geng sees the passion behind him, the drive to do better, be better. Only Han Geng because Heechul is not afraid that Han Geng will leave him. Even when Han Geng left, even if he cried because it was hard, even when he thought he wouldn’t be able to make it, even then, he always believed that Han Geng would never leave him.
That’s why he’s here. That’s why Heechul is knocking on the door to Han Geng’s apartment, waiting as the handle of the suitcase starts slipping from his sweaty hands. His heart is jumping out of his chest and all he can think of is Han Geng in his sleeveless shirt, with that smirk on his face and those eyes, those eyes that seemed to have been staring at him, calling him to this place where he is now.
The door opens and Han Geng hasn’t even opened his mouth before Heechul is throwing himself at him. Han Geng catches him as Heechul presses their lips together. The kiss is rough, hard, desperate because it has been too long since Heechul has felt Han Geng’s lips on his. It had been too long even though it really hasn’t and Heechul moans when Han Geng’s fingers dig into his hip.
“Hello.” Heechul says when Han Geng pulls away enough to look at him.
“Heechul-ah.” Han Geng whispers in that Korean that isn’t as accented as Heechul expected. “What are you doing here?”
“You’ve been practicing.” Heechul says tone light, voice delicate.
Han Geng laughs and buries his face in the crook of Heechul’s neck. The soft kiss leaves Heechul breathless as those hands tighten around his waist.
“I have a Korean dancer. I’m not out of practice.”
“A Korean dancer? K?” Heechul says pushing away.
But he doesn’t get further than that because he catches sight of what Han Geng is wearing. It’s those clothes, the same ones Heechul saw on TV. It’s the same sleeveless shirt, the pants so wonderfully tight and inviting, the arms, the golden skin. Heechul lets his eyes follow every inch of skin, the legs, the boots. He gets to Han Geng’s face and sees the smirk again, the way those eyes darken.
“I missed you.” Heechul whispers, his hands suddenly busy as they pull on Han Geng’s belt.
“But, Heechul-ah,” Han Geng whispers, “We haven’t even talked yet.”
Heechul makes a noise that he hopes sounds something akin to shut up, but he can’t be too sure. He forgets that they’re in the middle of the hallway and that anyone could walk out from the apartments next door. He’s too concentrated on Han Geng, on the look in those eyes, on the way Han Geng’s hand is in his hair.
“Heechul.” Han Geng whispers and then it’s lost in the throaty moan as Heechul sinks to his knees, mouth opening, warm and inviting.
It’s been too long since he last had Han Geng likes this, too long since he has seen that neck from this angle. They’re in the hallway, not even inside the apartment yet, but Heechul can’t stop. He can’t, not when Han Geng is looking at him like that, mouth open, stare dark and intense. He can’t stop because Han Geng is in his mouth, heavy, pulsing. He opens his mouth wider, leans his head forward. It’s been so long and it doesn’t feel wrong to want this, to want all of it, all of Han Geng. He wants to hear those moans, hear the hoarse whisper of his name, wants the hands in his hair.
He moves, slowly, taking Han Geng into his mouth. Heechul has never thought that sex with Han Geng would ever be like this, never thought that when he pushed Han Geng down on the mattress the first time, that it would come with so much emotion. He never thought that he’d be flying to China just to get to this man. He never thought that he would fall in love.
It had started as relief for both of them, a mutual agreement to share pleasure. When it became more than that Heechul doesn’t know. When it became him on his knees, mouth working, Han Geng’s moans encouraging him, he can’t remember. He doesn’t know, but it might have been somewhere between the first and second I love you.
“Heechul.” Han Geng gasps as his body trembles, hands tightening in Heechul’s hair.
Heechul stills as Han Geng shakes over him. He pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and then Han Geng has his arms and is kissing him and they’re falling back into the apartment. Heechul drags his suitcase in with him and kicks the door shut. Then, he’s pulling open Han Geng’s shirt, pressing open mouthed kisses along that jaw, that neck that he knows so well.
“Why do you insist on wearing this horrid shirt?” Heechul asks even as he throws the offending shirt onto the couch as they pass the living room.
Han Geng laughs. “I bought it thinking of you. Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”
“I hate it.” Heechul gasps as Han Geng bites down on his neck. “Hate the stupid thing.”
“It hates you.” Han Geng counters.
Heechul can’t help the roll of his eyes. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with? What would you do without me to help fix your lame excuse for comebacks?”
Han Geng says nothing, chooses instead to press Heechul down into his mattress. They look at each other, brown eyes and even darker eyes locking together, the messages between them clear. No I love you’s necessary when they stare into each other like that, no inadequate words because there is no better I love you than Han Geng’s stare, no better answer than the look Heechul returns.
It isn’t like the first time Heechul came to China. This time they take it slow, hands caress, lips crush gently. It’s soft, all about the reunion, about the nonverbal I love you. It’s Han Geng moving against him, with him, Han Geng holding him. It’s all about falling to pieces, like Heechul is falling apart, is bursting into pieces of delicious pleasure. It’s hot and red and warm and everything that Heechul never associated with sex. It’s not even sex, he doesn’t think. Sex is cold, sex is what he used to have before Han Geng.
This, this, what he feels now, what they are doing, this can’t be anything but love. It’s slow and soft and full of gentle caresses, unspoken words, sighs, murmurs, words lost between pants and moans. It is Han Geng touching, caring. It is Heechul wanting, alive, burning, needing. It is them, together. It is who they are, what they’ve built, what they mean, what they will be now and forever. It is nothing like what Heechul first knew because ever since Han Geng he hasn’t been the same person. This, this is different and wonderful and perfect. This is Han Geng and Heechul.
They reach oblivion together, each touch only serving to bind them closer together. Heechul feels it, wants to imprint Han Geng into his skin forever. He knows that he belongs here, his cries muffled into Han Geng’s shoulder, his nails digging into soft, brown skin. He belongs in those arms, in those eyes, those brown eyes that look into him and see him, see who he is, who he will be, who he can become. Han Geng’s eyes, Han Geng’s stare, Heechul wants to be there forever.
“I love you.” Heechul says.
Han Geng smiles, pulls him close, wraps the blanket around them.
“Want to tell me why you’re here when you’re supposed to be in Korea? Don’t you have a show to be on?” Han Geng asks his voice already hinting at sleep.
“I had time off. You know I always come here on my time off.”
Han Geng pulls away enough to look at him and the self-assured smile is all over that face. “You didn’t call.”
Heechul closes his mouth, brain working a million miles an hour to come up with an excuse. In the end he decides that it’s not worth the effort since Han Geng will just see through the lie.
“It’s the way you stare at the stupid camera.” Heechul complains. “It’s like you wanted me to get on a plane and come jump you.”
“Right.” Han Geng smirks. “Blame my pretty eyes.”
“Not your eyes.” Heechul says rolling his. “It’s you and the way you look at the camera. Do you want fan girls dying all over the place?”
Han Geng smiles, buries his face in Heechul’s hair and for a second Heechul thinks he’s won the argument. But, he should have known better, should have known that he can never win, not since Han Geng left Korea because there is something about Han Geng being away that makes Heechul the loser. Always. Even if it’s just about what they’re going to order for dinner.
“You’ve changed.” Han Geng whispers.
Heechul shrugs, his arms wrapping themselves tighter around Han Geng. “You moved.”
Han Geng pulls away and Heechul is opening his mouth to complain when he looks up, right into those eyes. Han Geng is looking at him, stare intense, eyes focused on Heechul. It feels like he’s drowning again, but in a different way. He is falling straight into those eyes, drowning in the way Han Geng looks at him, like he needs him there, like Heechul belongs in Han Geng’s arms.
“I love you.”
It’s the way he says it, plus the way Han Geng looks at him that makes Heechul lean forward. It is the truth behind that look, the vulnerability, the way Han Geng wants Heechul to see into his eyes, straight down to Han Geng’s soul. It’s that, the look between them, the way they seem to be saying so much with one stare, with one connection of the eyes. It is that that makes Heechul understand that no matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, he will wait for this man. He will wait forever if he has to because those eyes, Heechul wants to drown in those eyes.
A/N: So there we go and boy am I a sap =) So anyway let me go off and finish that siwook and then go to sleep or bother Andi since I seem to like doing that <3 Also, one last time, bid on my thread andhelp_japan . Bidding ends in some number of hours. The highest bidder gets my undivided fic writing attention and I am willing to do something nice for the second highest bidder.
Pairing hanchul...hanchul...and...uh...more Hanchul
Genre: smut, fluff, romance
Rating: R
Summary: Heechul never knew what it was like to give himself over completely, never imagined that it would be like that, be that liberating. He never understood what it meant to drown in someone's eyes, not until he drowned in Han Geng's.
Note: For the
kpop_prompts challenge. Prompt #1, number 21A/N: THIS I BLAME ENTIRELY ON
daidetre She posted this gif and what did you all expect??? Hmmm???? I think I am pretty predictable and Han Geng blowing me kisses while looking that freaking hot breaks my mind into tiny little useless pieces. I blame this fluffy nonsense on 
daidetre and on that gif, but mostly her because she was the one WHO SHOVED SEXY AS HELL GENG INTO MY FACE!!! And because I DO NOT WANT SAD HANCHUL D: I. DO. NOT. WANT. Someone make me happy and write some ridiculous, fluffy, delicious hanchul like soju_drip did. Anyway, I leave this to entertain you all while I go finish that siwook I am working on. And take this as a distraction as I disappear for a few days to be sick in peace =)It’s the stare, the intense gaze that does it. There is no denying it, not for Heechul. He’s sitting in the living room, flipping through the new Chinese channels they got after Heechul “accidentally” canceled their account with the last cable company. Heechul doesn’t expect to see Han Geng, not that day. He talked to Han Geng just a few minutes ago. They couldn’t talk long because Han Geng had to go somewhere. Heechul didn’t know where, not until he flipped through the channels.
Heechul hears the music first, the jumping beat, the yell. Heechul doesn’t understand why Han Geng didn’t talk like that when he was in Super Junior because Heechul swears that that voice alone is enough to make him nice and docile. Heechul turns back to the TV, his heart jumping to the beat of the song, losing the controlled rhythm when he realizes that this is not a music video.
This is a live recording.
Han Geng is on stage.
Live.
Looking at Heechul.
Never mind that millions of people can see him, from every part of the world. Never mind that those eyes are looking at a camera and not at Heechul. Never fucking mind because Han Geng has never looked so fucking hot, not that way, never when he was in Korea.
“Fuck.” Heechul whispers more to himself than to anyone since there is no one in the room with him.
He is taking a few days off because of a certain incident. He is alone in the dorm so he can stare like a complete love struck idiot as his idiot dances across a stage that he clearly owns. Heechul had never really noticed exactly how hot Han Geng was. He never noticed how amazing the other man could look, how he could control with that single look. It had never occurred to Heechul to pay attention, not when Han Geng was here, so easily available.
But, now Han Geng isn’t here. Now, all Heechul has are these videos, the occasional secret trip to China, the many phone calls, plus the phone bills. He can’t just march into Han Geng’s room and push him down on the mattress and demand that Han Geng give him what he wants. Han Geng is too far away, but when Heechul looks at that screen, it’s almost as if Han Geng is right there.
The brown eyes look at him through the screen. Han Geng’s hair looks atrocious, but it works for him. It works for him and Heechul doesn’t know what the fuck happened in between the time he was in Korea and the time he disappeared. Whatever the hell happened, Heechul is glad it did. He stares, eyes focused on the screen as Han Geng dances. His breath catches in his throat when Han Geng smiles at the camera.
It’s perfect what happens next. Han Geng is wearing the sleeveless shirt; his Lady Gaga homage Heechul calls it. Han Geng’s hair is pulled to the left side, piled on top of his head like a big mushroom. Heechul hates it, but he can’t help the way his hands twitch. What he wouldn’t give to run his hands through that hair, to pull, arch against those new muscles on Han Geng’s stomach.
He’s just letting his imagination have its fun when Han Geng turns to the side, that smirk on his lips, that smirk that is mocking Heechul. That smirk that’s telling him, begging him to go over there and press Han Geng against the nearest wall. Heechul has a hard time swallowing when Han Geng turns sideways, hand brushing his lips as he blows a kiss. It’s not the kiss that does it, could never be that kiss because Heechul knows what Han Geng’s kisses are like and this one, this one is nothing compared to Han Geng’s tongue running along his, lips pressed hard, teeth biting down…No this is damn right innocent compared to Han Geng when he’s with Heechul.
It’s not the kiss. It’s the stare, the eyes that get to Heechul. It’s that look that says “come fuck me” that has Heechul reaching for his cellphone, dialing the flight agency. He mutters a few words, books a ticket in two hours time and is back to looking at Han Geng. He’s hit the record button and he rewinds, slows down on Han Geng’s eyes. The brown eyes pulled at the corner, that aggressive grimace, that slow movement of the hands. Han Geng’s fucking eyes that have Heechul almost whimpering as he runs back to his room.
He’s throwing things into his suitcase, flipping open his cellphone. His manager doesn’t pick up and Heechul leaves a quick message.
“I’m going to be away for two days. I’ll be back on Thursday. I need a break. Don’t call me. I’ll turn up. Bye.”
He doesn’t even blink as he tosses the necessary clothes into his suitcase, making sure to scribble a note to Donghae. He pauses then, crosses out Donghae’s name and writes Siwon’s instead. He needs someone to take care of his cats, preferably someone who won’t kill them. Siwon is the most logical choice because Siwon is the one who shoved him in Han Geng’s direction the first time. It’s only fair that Siwon take care of his cats because if it weren’t for Siwon then Heechul wouldn’t be visiting Han Geng so much.
He gets to the airport just as the plane is boarding and he climbs in because fuck he is not missing this plane. The ride is as bad as always, short and cramped and Heechul mutters to himself darkly about Han Geng paying, not that he will ever carry out his threat. He can’t because whenever he looks into Han Geng’s intense brown eyes things sort of fly out of his head. It wasn’t like that before. Back when Han Geng was in Korea, Heechul was in charge. Heechul was the one who was chased after, but things change. Things change because Han Geng always chased him and now it’s Heechul’s turn to do the chasing.
He gets off the plane two hours later with a headache and anticipation bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He’s picked up his suitcase, pulled a taxi over and with some pointing and sign language he gets the taxi to take him where he has to go. He’s halfway there when it occurs to him that he should have called Han Geng. Heechul looks at his phone but decides against it. He wants to catch Han Geng in his natural habitat, see what he’s like when Heechul’s not there.
“Thank you.” Heechul says tossing out some bills to the cab driver.
He knows he’s overpaid the man when the taxi takes off five seconds after Heechul has stepped into the street. He frowns but can’t really bring himself to care because he is a few floors away from Han Geng and those new muscles.
Heechul drags his suitcase up the stairs, forgets the elevator in his hurry to get into that room, fall into that bed with the covers around him, muffling the screams. He can’t wait to feel Han Geng against him, those arms around him, so new and still the same. He can’t wait to just give in like always, but different because when he comes here he’s more open. When he comes to see Han Geng it’s him who murmurs the words into Han Geng’s ear. It’s him who wants to hold on and never let go. It is him, but only between them, only with Han Geng in his room. In public he’s still Heechul, still as uncaring and aloof, but no one out there knows the real him.
None of the fans see who he really is. They just see the brat, the diva, the man who wants to show off what he has. Fans see the Heechul he is paid to be, but only Han Geng sees the Heechul he is. Only Han Geng sees the passion behind him, the drive to do better, be better. Only Han Geng because Heechul is not afraid that Han Geng will leave him. Even when Han Geng left, even if he cried because it was hard, even when he thought he wouldn’t be able to make it, even then, he always believed that Han Geng would never leave him.
That’s why he’s here. That’s why Heechul is knocking on the door to Han Geng’s apartment, waiting as the handle of the suitcase starts slipping from his sweaty hands. His heart is jumping out of his chest and all he can think of is Han Geng in his sleeveless shirt, with that smirk on his face and those eyes, those eyes that seemed to have been staring at him, calling him to this place where he is now.
The door opens and Han Geng hasn’t even opened his mouth before Heechul is throwing himself at him. Han Geng catches him as Heechul presses their lips together. The kiss is rough, hard, desperate because it has been too long since Heechul has felt Han Geng’s lips on his. It had been too long even though it really hasn’t and Heechul moans when Han Geng’s fingers dig into his hip.
“Hello.” Heechul says when Han Geng pulls away enough to look at him.
“Heechul-ah.” Han Geng whispers in that Korean that isn’t as accented as Heechul expected. “What are you doing here?”
“You’ve been practicing.” Heechul says tone light, voice delicate.
Han Geng laughs and buries his face in the crook of Heechul’s neck. The soft kiss leaves Heechul breathless as those hands tighten around his waist.
“I have a Korean dancer. I’m not out of practice.”
“A Korean dancer? K?” Heechul says pushing away.
But he doesn’t get further than that because he catches sight of what Han Geng is wearing. It’s those clothes, the same ones Heechul saw on TV. It’s the same sleeveless shirt, the pants so wonderfully tight and inviting, the arms, the golden skin. Heechul lets his eyes follow every inch of skin, the legs, the boots. He gets to Han Geng’s face and sees the smirk again, the way those eyes darken.
“I missed you.” Heechul whispers, his hands suddenly busy as they pull on Han Geng’s belt.
“But, Heechul-ah,” Han Geng whispers, “We haven’t even talked yet.”
Heechul makes a noise that he hopes sounds something akin to shut up, but he can’t be too sure. He forgets that they’re in the middle of the hallway and that anyone could walk out from the apartments next door. He’s too concentrated on Han Geng, on the look in those eyes, on the way Han Geng’s hand is in his hair.
“Heechul.” Han Geng whispers and then it’s lost in the throaty moan as Heechul sinks to his knees, mouth opening, warm and inviting.
It’s been too long since he last had Han Geng likes this, too long since he has seen that neck from this angle. They’re in the hallway, not even inside the apartment yet, but Heechul can’t stop. He can’t, not when Han Geng is looking at him like that, mouth open, stare dark and intense. He can’t stop because Han Geng is in his mouth, heavy, pulsing. He opens his mouth wider, leans his head forward. It’s been so long and it doesn’t feel wrong to want this, to want all of it, all of Han Geng. He wants to hear those moans, hear the hoarse whisper of his name, wants the hands in his hair.
He moves, slowly, taking Han Geng into his mouth. Heechul has never thought that sex with Han Geng would ever be like this, never thought that when he pushed Han Geng down on the mattress the first time, that it would come with so much emotion. He never thought that he’d be flying to China just to get to this man. He never thought that he would fall in love.
It had started as relief for both of them, a mutual agreement to share pleasure. When it became more than that Heechul doesn’t know. When it became him on his knees, mouth working, Han Geng’s moans encouraging him, he can’t remember. He doesn’t know, but it might have been somewhere between the first and second I love you.
“Heechul.” Han Geng gasps as his body trembles, hands tightening in Heechul’s hair.
Heechul stills as Han Geng shakes over him. He pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and then Han Geng has his arms and is kissing him and they’re falling back into the apartment. Heechul drags his suitcase in with him and kicks the door shut. Then, he’s pulling open Han Geng’s shirt, pressing open mouthed kisses along that jaw, that neck that he knows so well.
“Why do you insist on wearing this horrid shirt?” Heechul asks even as he throws the offending shirt onto the couch as they pass the living room.
Han Geng laughs. “I bought it thinking of you. Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”
“I hate it.” Heechul gasps as Han Geng bites down on his neck. “Hate the stupid thing.”
“It hates you.” Han Geng counters.
Heechul can’t help the roll of his eyes. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with? What would you do without me to help fix your lame excuse for comebacks?”
Han Geng says nothing, chooses instead to press Heechul down into his mattress. They look at each other, brown eyes and even darker eyes locking together, the messages between them clear. No I love you’s necessary when they stare into each other like that, no inadequate words because there is no better I love you than Han Geng’s stare, no better answer than the look Heechul returns.
It isn’t like the first time Heechul came to China. This time they take it slow, hands caress, lips crush gently. It’s soft, all about the reunion, about the nonverbal I love you. It’s Han Geng moving against him, with him, Han Geng holding him. It’s all about falling to pieces, like Heechul is falling apart, is bursting into pieces of delicious pleasure. It’s hot and red and warm and everything that Heechul never associated with sex. It’s not even sex, he doesn’t think. Sex is cold, sex is what he used to have before Han Geng.
This, this, what he feels now, what they are doing, this can’t be anything but love. It’s slow and soft and full of gentle caresses, unspoken words, sighs, murmurs, words lost between pants and moans. It is Han Geng touching, caring. It is Heechul wanting, alive, burning, needing. It is them, together. It is who they are, what they’ve built, what they mean, what they will be now and forever. It is nothing like what Heechul first knew because ever since Han Geng he hasn’t been the same person. This, this is different and wonderful and perfect. This is Han Geng and Heechul.
They reach oblivion together, each touch only serving to bind them closer together. Heechul feels it, wants to imprint Han Geng into his skin forever. He knows that he belongs here, his cries muffled into Han Geng’s shoulder, his nails digging into soft, brown skin. He belongs in those arms, in those eyes, those brown eyes that look into him and see him, see who he is, who he will be, who he can become. Han Geng’s eyes, Han Geng’s stare, Heechul wants to be there forever.
“I love you.” Heechul says.
Han Geng smiles, pulls him close, wraps the blanket around them.
“Want to tell me why you’re here when you’re supposed to be in Korea? Don’t you have a show to be on?” Han Geng asks his voice already hinting at sleep.
“I had time off. You know I always come here on my time off.”
Han Geng pulls away enough to look at him and the self-assured smile is all over that face. “You didn’t call.”
Heechul closes his mouth, brain working a million miles an hour to come up with an excuse. In the end he decides that it’s not worth the effort since Han Geng will just see through the lie.
“It’s the way you stare at the stupid camera.” Heechul complains. “It’s like you wanted me to get on a plane and come jump you.”
“Right.” Han Geng smirks. “Blame my pretty eyes.”
“Not your eyes.” Heechul says rolling his. “It’s you and the way you look at the camera. Do you want fan girls dying all over the place?”
Han Geng smiles, buries his face in Heechul’s hair and for a second Heechul thinks he’s won the argument. But, he should have known better, should have known that he can never win, not since Han Geng left Korea because there is something about Han Geng being away that makes Heechul the loser. Always. Even if it’s just about what they’re going to order for dinner.
“You’ve changed.” Han Geng whispers.
Heechul shrugs, his arms wrapping themselves tighter around Han Geng. “You moved.”
Han Geng pulls away and Heechul is opening his mouth to complain when he looks up, right into those eyes. Han Geng is looking at him, stare intense, eyes focused on Heechul. It feels like he’s drowning again, but in a different way. He is falling straight into those eyes, drowning in the way Han Geng looks at him, like he needs him there, like Heechul belongs in Han Geng’s arms.
“I love you.”
It’s the way he says it, plus the way Han Geng looks at him that makes Heechul lean forward. It is the truth behind that look, the vulnerability, the way Han Geng wants Heechul to see into his eyes, straight down to Han Geng’s soul. It’s that, the look between them, the way they seem to be saying so much with one stare, with one connection of the eyes. It is that that makes Heechul understand that no matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, he will wait for this man. He will wait forever if he has to because those eyes, Heechul wants to drown in those eyes.
A/N: So there we go and boy am I a sap =) So anyway let me go off and finish that siwook and then go to sleep or bother Andi since I seem to like doing that <3 Also, one last time, bid on my thread and
help_japan . Bidding ends in some number of hours. The highest bidder gets my undivided fic writing attention and I am willing to do something nice for the second highest bidder.
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I might as well spam you with some smexy Sihan so I can have some of it too but you know I'm more than ok with Hanchul, it's just that I miss Sihan & the last fic I read was damn angsty (not that I didn't like it)
OMG! all this & I haven't read the fic yet
ps: I'm a little bit worried about you Ana
posting fics at this unbelievable rate while you're still sick isn't good
you should rest
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DDDDDD: YES PIC SPAM ME!! I NEED TO WRITE SHIHAN!!!!!!!
oooh I can do angsty shihan with a happy ending. I can do that. Or I can do mushy sappy shihan too. D: Or I can do weird crazy shihan fic. OH MY GAH SPAM ME!!! I need to write shihan!!!!
lol I find this comment wonderfully wonderful fic aside =)
I am fine. I passed out after writing this and am lying down on my carpet now being all comfortable. I am fine =)
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you know Siwon is hot & cute & makes the funniest face expressions ever, so yeah! Siwon is all happiness & I love him for that <33333
aish! that killer Geng gif! >_<
IKR! it was like begging to be fic-ed & you did a great job at that *thumbs up*
OH YES!! PLEASE DO WRITE SIHAN! *expecting eyes*
whatever you cme up with, I'll just take it, it's gonna be SiHan so why would I complain? 8D
I'm gonna spam you with Geng pix & gifs & don't blame me for whatever would happen to you, you asked for it
bonus SiHan gif
so here's the thing, it's about sexy dancing Hannie seducing straight Wonnie. why straight Wonnie you ask? 'coz yesterday I came across Pussycat Doll's song "don't cha" & the lyrics would only make sense if Wonnie is straight :p
besides flustered Siwon is my fetish *evil grin*
it seems like I'm asking for smut but I'm not, if you keep it subtle or at the teasing level it would also be great *slaps herself for being demanding*
or you can just make it all sweet & cute & innocent like this
& I'm glad you're fine now ^^
take good care of yourself ok?