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Counterrevolutions
Super Junior, Eunhyuk/Donghae, NC-17, 2045 words
The sex doesn't change anything.
Counterrevolutions
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meiface
It started when Eunhyuk walked in on Donghae in a darkened back room during Eeteuk and Yesung's Super Show duet. He'd been looking for him - they needed to get ready to be on stage in after the next song - but he hadn't expected to find Donghae sweaty and desperate, fingers in his mouth and a hand down his pants.
That was how it started. Because Donghae had caught Eunhyuk's wide-eyed stare and let his fingers, wet and slick, drop from his mouth. He'd licked his lips, Eunhyuk had swallowed hard, and somehow it led him down a winding, unclear path to this.
This being Donghae on his knees, gripping Eunhyuk's hip with one hand, fisting the base of Eunhyuk's erection with the other.
Who would have thought his best friend had a mouth made for sucking cock, Eunhyuk wondered in a daze. His eyes were squeezed shut and he bit the heel of his hand to keep from making noise. It was surreal, sometimes, that he could be leaning against the back of his own bedroom door as Donghae tongued along the crown of his cock, a warm, wet stripe. People wandered around in the dorm outside, other members, friends, unknowing of the way Eunhyuk's jeans hung heavy along his thighs, a tiny shift away from dropping altogether, unknowing of the soft sounds Donghae made, pleased and diligent, as his fingers teased Eunhyuk's balls.
Oh my god, Eunhyuk thought, and fought to keep his hips still as his orgasm rocked through him, leaving him with the impression of stars behind his eyelids.
He was still blinking when Donghae rocked back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, gleaming with a kind lust Eunhyuk never saw in public. But these were private moments they shared, weren't they? No one else saw what Eunhyuk saw.
He shifted on his feet, feeling exposed as the last of the aftershocks trembled through him. He was sweaty, and his skin cooling the longer he stood. Donghae grinned at him, wordless, and Eunhyuk bit his lip as Donghae sprang to his feet and crowded against his body again.
They didn't kiss. Eunhyuk had wondered at the beginning if that was weird. Now, as he pulled down the zipper of Donghae's jeans, tucking his hand through the slit of his best friend's boxers, the idea of kissing him was even weirder.
It wasn't how they worked. This, this was something different, something just for them. It wasn't like they were a couple or anything. They were still Donghae and Eunhyuk, EunHae, best friends and pranksters with a history of everything from tears to anger to inside jokes. So now they also had something else to share - and Donghae moaned low, burying his face into Eunhyuk's throat, as Eunhyuk snapped his wrist and Donghae spilled into his palm - but it didn't change who they were.
Donghae's fingers dug into his arms as he came, biting his lip as he arched minutely into Eunhyuk's grip.
Nothing was different between them later as they wiped up and refastened their jeans. Donghae grinned and patted his ass, just like always, before bouncing out of the room to find someone else to latch onto and bother. Eunhyuk threw the crumpled tissues away and went to turn on his laptop, a little more languid than he had been earlier, but otherwise no different.
Life still went on as before.
***
For a while they had worried it would be weird, that it would screw up their dynamic. For a while, Eunhyuk realized, meant only about half an hour after the second time.
The first time happened in the dark backstage of Super Show, but they had rushed afterwards to prep for reappearing on stage. There had been no time for doubt or recriminations, no time for endless questions of what did we do? is this okay? what does it mean?. The second time, Donghae had come to his room to hang out, like usual, and they'd curled up on the bed for a nap. Eunhyuk had woken to his legs tangled with Donghae's, and Donghae's hand down his boxers.
Donghae's smile was unrepentant, his eyes a little curious. And Eunhyuk had let him.
Afterwards, though, he'd panicked. "What did we do?" he'd asked, voice rising. "Is this okay? What does it mean?"
Donghae's brow had furrowed, watching him pace the room.
"Hyukkie," he'd said at last. "We're still. We're still friends, right?"
That had pulled Eunhyuk up short. He'd blinked at Donghae, the uncertainty and panic roiling his stomach making him feel a little ill. "Of course," he'd said, feeling as if the foundation of his life was about to be pulled out from under him. And in a smaller voice, he'd added, "If you still want to be."
Donghae had pulled him back onto the bed and wrapped his arms around him. It had been easy and familiar, and Eunhyuk's rapidly beating heart had eventually come to settle on a steady, even beat. Donghae's mouth was warm against his neck as he murmured, "Of course. We'll always be best friends, Hyuk."
And that had been that.
Half an hour of panic and Eunhyuk had realized that no matter what, no matter what this was, this sexual gratification hotter than any porn he'd ever watched, he would always have Donghae. Nothing would change them. And so their fingers had laced together that time, lying beside each other, and Eunhyuk had felt a tremendous gratitude for his world and its unshakeable foundations.
So they still jerked each other off. They experimented in giving each other gratification. The first time Donghae took Eunhyuk in his mouth, Eunhyuk had come embarrassingly fast.
Still, they never kissed. It just wasn't that kind of relationship. They never defined what they had, but they were still aware of its tenuous, unclear boundaries. And it was okay, because this was them, and this worked for them. Eunhyuk didn't need anything more.
***
At first, they had been afraid they would be stilted around each other - but in the end, it only gave an edge to their performances, their fanservice. It made them a little more reckless, because they saw the dare in each others' eyes, mischievous and wicked. They had always been boys when it came to playful challenges. They could never resist.
Dare you to, Eunhyuk's smile would say, and Donghae would turn their faces together for a "kiss".
Dare you back, Donghae's smile would challenge the next time, and Eunhyuk would get on his knees in front of Donghae at the concert to an endless wave of screams.
It worked for them. It made them laugh, made them thrill a little, and made their movements just that much more frantic, needy, as they rocked their hips together and pulled and stroked with slippery fingers until they crested that final, breathless hill.
***
Junsu and Eunhyuk had known each other since grade school. They operated through a series of snipes and insults, superficial and harmless, because they knew they had a history that bound them together in a way that mere words or distance could never undo. Junsu was an assumption in Eunhyuk's life - not even a constant, but something more fundamental than that. His friendship was a part of the way Eunhyuk saw the world and formed his views. So they sniped and they laughed and they went weeks without talking, and it was okay.
Sungmin was another strange sort of friendship for Eunhyuk; it seemed more than a little one-sided, he'd thought at times. Eunhyuk spilled his heart and fears to him, and Sungmin soaked it all in with his gentle eyes and his warm hands, holding Eunhyuk as he bared his soul. Sungmin was his confidante the way one no one else quite was - not Donghae or Junsu or Eeteuk - and it was strange because Sungmin listened, always listened, but he never took his problems to Eunhyuk in return. Sungmin, Eunhyuk knew, had Shindong for that. And at times he felt bad that he couldn't be more for his hyung, but Sungmin only smiled and said, "We all have friends who are there for us for different reasons."
It was true. But Eunhyuk had never really thought about what Donghae meant to him before this whole...thing...had started up. He'd never had to. He and Donghae were together, day in and day out. They understood each other without having to say everything out loud. They shared a sense of humor, teasing others and teasing each other. They were familiar, dependable presences in each others' lives. Eunhyuk didn't know what he'd do without Donghae.
***
"Don't overthink," Donghae told him. "It makes your face look all weird."
"Your face always looks weird," Eunhyuk said, wrinkling his nose, and then they were grinning at each other. Donghae rolled them over on the bed - it was convenient to have his own room at last, Eunhyuk always remembered happily - until he came to a rest on top of Eunhyuk.
"You're heavy," Eunhyuk complained.
"It's all the muscle," Donghae said and flexed an arm to prove it.
He rolled his eyes. "Or the fat."
Donghae laughed again, this time into his neck, a warm whuff of breath tickling his ear and nape. Donghae rolled his hips, pressing an insistent erection into Eunhyuk's thigh, fingers sliding into his hair.
"You're always horny," he said, even as his own body heated in response.
"You make me horny," Donghae deadpanned.
"Liar."
"Eh. You love me anyway."
Donghae's laugh was low in his throat. It made Eunhyuk shiver even as he turned his head to the side, eyes falling shut as his hips arched and rubbed against Donghae's.
Love, he thought. It was and it wasn't. It was a blurry distinction for them.
***
Donghae was beautiful, laughing and wicked, shy, tearful, teasing, genuine. It was a little sappy, but Eunhyuk loved his best friend, he really did. That there was a new facet to their relationship didn't change that. Eunhyuk knew Donghae loved him back. But, when it came down to it, it wasn't that kind of love. For either of them.
He was pretty sure that Donghae had someone else in his heart, whether or not his best friend even knew. Eunhyuk suspected, and he was in the best position to know, because he saw Donghae every day, saw him smile, saw him flirt, saw when he was serious about someone.
Eunhyuk could see the dreams in Donghae's eyes, even before Donghae himself realized.
It was okay. It was more than okay, because Eunhyuk wanted his best friend to be happy. He wanted Donghae to fall in love, to dream that dream, to find someone who would light up his life, or at least his eyes. Eunhyuk wanted that too. He had visions of pretty girls with prettier smiles, maybe long legs and smooth skin, silky hair and curves that would press up against him intimately. He had visions of soft pink lips and gliding long fingers against him, a dip of dark lashes as she breathed his name. One day, a wedding. One day, a family.
He had his own dreams and Donghae didn't feature in them beyond his place as Eunhyuk's best friend.
This was just their thing. Something to pass time, some other part of who they were - EunHae - until they found what they were looking for.
Eunhyuk wondered sometimes when Donghae would realize. Realize that even though it was Eunhyuk's hand he was clutching now, even though it was Eunhyuk's skin he was tracing with his tongue, it was someone else altogether in Donghae's heart.
***
This thing between them was strange and undefinable. They never kissed, but they sucked and bit and licked. They used their mouths and fingers to bring each other to climax countless times. They loved each other, but they didn't. They still laughed and joked and slung their arms around each other, around others.
They were best friends. Even after Donghae finally fell in love, even after the day Eunhyuk could fulfill his dream of that long-haired, long-legged girl, they would still be them. EunHae.
Best friends.
--
Started: 2009.07.21
Finished: 2009.07.23
Notes: (1) Okay, who freaked the fuck out seeing me write EunHae porn? Inquiring minds want to know! (2)panpipe now officially owes me KiHae. :3 ♥ (3) Damn SSII for everything. (4) Still working on the SJ15 at slutty, boozed-up afterparty fic. Because porn takes for-freaking-ever. I suck.
Counterrevolutions
Super Junior, Eunhyuk/Donghae, NC-17, 2045 words
The sex doesn't change anything.
Counterrevolutions
by
meifaceIt started when Eunhyuk walked in on Donghae in a darkened back room during Eeteuk and Yesung's Super Show duet. He'd been looking for him - they needed to get ready to be on stage in after the next song - but he hadn't expected to find Donghae sweaty and desperate, fingers in his mouth and a hand down his pants.
That was how it started. Because Donghae had caught Eunhyuk's wide-eyed stare and let his fingers, wet and slick, drop from his mouth. He'd licked his lips, Eunhyuk had swallowed hard, and somehow it led him down a winding, unclear path to this.
This being Donghae on his knees, gripping Eunhyuk's hip with one hand, fisting the base of Eunhyuk's erection with the other.
Who would have thought his best friend had a mouth made for sucking cock, Eunhyuk wondered in a daze. His eyes were squeezed shut and he bit the heel of his hand to keep from making noise. It was surreal, sometimes, that he could be leaning against the back of his own bedroom door as Donghae tongued along the crown of his cock, a warm, wet stripe. People wandered around in the dorm outside, other members, friends, unknowing of the way Eunhyuk's jeans hung heavy along his thighs, a tiny shift away from dropping altogether, unknowing of the soft sounds Donghae made, pleased and diligent, as his fingers teased Eunhyuk's balls.
Oh my god, Eunhyuk thought, and fought to keep his hips still as his orgasm rocked through him, leaving him with the impression of stars behind his eyelids.
He was still blinking when Donghae rocked back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, gleaming with a kind lust Eunhyuk never saw in public. But these were private moments they shared, weren't they? No one else saw what Eunhyuk saw.
He shifted on his feet, feeling exposed as the last of the aftershocks trembled through him. He was sweaty, and his skin cooling the longer he stood. Donghae grinned at him, wordless, and Eunhyuk bit his lip as Donghae sprang to his feet and crowded against his body again.
They didn't kiss. Eunhyuk had wondered at the beginning if that was weird. Now, as he pulled down the zipper of Donghae's jeans, tucking his hand through the slit of his best friend's boxers, the idea of kissing him was even weirder.
It wasn't how they worked. This, this was something different, something just for them. It wasn't like they were a couple or anything. They were still Donghae and Eunhyuk, EunHae, best friends and pranksters with a history of everything from tears to anger to inside jokes. So now they also had something else to share - and Donghae moaned low, burying his face into Eunhyuk's throat, as Eunhyuk snapped his wrist and Donghae spilled into his palm - but it didn't change who they were.
Donghae's fingers dug into his arms as he came, biting his lip as he arched minutely into Eunhyuk's grip.
Nothing was different between them later as they wiped up and refastened their jeans. Donghae grinned and patted his ass, just like always, before bouncing out of the room to find someone else to latch onto and bother. Eunhyuk threw the crumpled tissues away and went to turn on his laptop, a little more languid than he had been earlier, but otherwise no different.
Life still went on as before.
***
For a while they had worried it would be weird, that it would screw up their dynamic. For a while, Eunhyuk realized, meant only about half an hour after the second time.
The first time happened in the dark backstage of Super Show, but they had rushed afterwards to prep for reappearing on stage. There had been no time for doubt or recriminations, no time for endless questions of what did we do? is this okay? what does it mean?. The second time, Donghae had come to his room to hang out, like usual, and they'd curled up on the bed for a nap. Eunhyuk had woken to his legs tangled with Donghae's, and Donghae's hand down his boxers.
Donghae's smile was unrepentant, his eyes a little curious. And Eunhyuk had let him.
Afterwards, though, he'd panicked. "What did we do?" he'd asked, voice rising. "Is this okay? What does it mean?"
Donghae's brow had furrowed, watching him pace the room.
"Hyukkie," he'd said at last. "We're still. We're still friends, right?"
That had pulled Eunhyuk up short. He'd blinked at Donghae, the uncertainty and panic roiling his stomach making him feel a little ill. "Of course," he'd said, feeling as if the foundation of his life was about to be pulled out from under him. And in a smaller voice, he'd added, "If you still want to be."
Donghae had pulled him back onto the bed and wrapped his arms around him. It had been easy and familiar, and Eunhyuk's rapidly beating heart had eventually come to settle on a steady, even beat. Donghae's mouth was warm against his neck as he murmured, "Of course. We'll always be best friends, Hyuk."
And that had been that.
Half an hour of panic and Eunhyuk had realized that no matter what, no matter what this was, this sexual gratification hotter than any porn he'd ever watched, he would always have Donghae. Nothing would change them. And so their fingers had laced together that time, lying beside each other, and Eunhyuk had felt a tremendous gratitude for his world and its unshakeable foundations.
So they still jerked each other off. They experimented in giving each other gratification. The first time Donghae took Eunhyuk in his mouth, Eunhyuk had come embarrassingly fast.
Still, they never kissed. It just wasn't that kind of relationship. They never defined what they had, but they were still aware of its tenuous, unclear boundaries. And it was okay, because this was them, and this worked for them. Eunhyuk didn't need anything more.
***
At first, they had been afraid they would be stilted around each other - but in the end, it only gave an edge to their performances, their fanservice. It made them a little more reckless, because they saw the dare in each others' eyes, mischievous and wicked. They had always been boys when it came to playful challenges. They could never resist.
Dare you to, Eunhyuk's smile would say, and Donghae would turn their faces together for a "kiss".
Dare you back, Donghae's smile would challenge the next time, and Eunhyuk would get on his knees in front of Donghae at the concert to an endless wave of screams.
It worked for them. It made them laugh, made them thrill a little, and made their movements just that much more frantic, needy, as they rocked their hips together and pulled and stroked with slippery fingers until they crested that final, breathless hill.
***
Junsu and Eunhyuk had known each other since grade school. They operated through a series of snipes and insults, superficial and harmless, because they knew they had a history that bound them together in a way that mere words or distance could never undo. Junsu was an assumption in Eunhyuk's life - not even a constant, but something more fundamental than that. His friendship was a part of the way Eunhyuk saw the world and formed his views. So they sniped and they laughed and they went weeks without talking, and it was okay.
Sungmin was another strange sort of friendship for Eunhyuk; it seemed more than a little one-sided, he'd thought at times. Eunhyuk spilled his heart and fears to him, and Sungmin soaked it all in with his gentle eyes and his warm hands, holding Eunhyuk as he bared his soul. Sungmin was his confidante the way one no one else quite was - not Donghae or Junsu or Eeteuk - and it was strange because Sungmin listened, always listened, but he never took his problems to Eunhyuk in return. Sungmin, Eunhyuk knew, had Shindong for that. And at times he felt bad that he couldn't be more for his hyung, but Sungmin only smiled and said, "We all have friends who are there for us for different reasons."
It was true. But Eunhyuk had never really thought about what Donghae meant to him before this whole...thing...had started up. He'd never had to. He and Donghae were together, day in and day out. They understood each other without having to say everything out loud. They shared a sense of humor, teasing others and teasing each other. They were familiar, dependable presences in each others' lives. Eunhyuk didn't know what he'd do without Donghae.
***
"Don't overthink," Donghae told him. "It makes your face look all weird."
"Your face always looks weird," Eunhyuk said, wrinkling his nose, and then they were grinning at each other. Donghae rolled them over on the bed - it was convenient to have his own room at last, Eunhyuk always remembered happily - until he came to a rest on top of Eunhyuk.
"You're heavy," Eunhyuk complained.
"It's all the muscle," Donghae said and flexed an arm to prove it.
He rolled his eyes. "Or the fat."
Donghae laughed again, this time into his neck, a warm whuff of breath tickling his ear and nape. Donghae rolled his hips, pressing an insistent erection into Eunhyuk's thigh, fingers sliding into his hair.
"You're always horny," he said, even as his own body heated in response.
"You make me horny," Donghae deadpanned.
"Liar."
"Eh. You love me anyway."
Donghae's laugh was low in his throat. It made Eunhyuk shiver even as he turned his head to the side, eyes falling shut as his hips arched and rubbed against Donghae's.
Love, he thought. It was and it wasn't. It was a blurry distinction for them.
***
Donghae was beautiful, laughing and wicked, shy, tearful, teasing, genuine. It was a little sappy, but Eunhyuk loved his best friend, he really did. That there was a new facet to their relationship didn't change that. Eunhyuk knew Donghae loved him back. But, when it came down to it, it wasn't that kind of love. For either of them.
He was pretty sure that Donghae had someone else in his heart, whether or not his best friend even knew. Eunhyuk suspected, and he was in the best position to know, because he saw Donghae every day, saw him smile, saw him flirt, saw when he was serious about someone.
Eunhyuk could see the dreams in Donghae's eyes, even before Donghae himself realized.
It was okay. It was more than okay, because Eunhyuk wanted his best friend to be happy. He wanted Donghae to fall in love, to dream that dream, to find someone who would light up his life, or at least his eyes. Eunhyuk wanted that too. He had visions of pretty girls with prettier smiles, maybe long legs and smooth skin, silky hair and curves that would press up against him intimately. He had visions of soft pink lips and gliding long fingers against him, a dip of dark lashes as she breathed his name. One day, a wedding. One day, a family.
He had his own dreams and Donghae didn't feature in them beyond his place as Eunhyuk's best friend.
This was just their thing. Something to pass time, some other part of who they were - EunHae - until they found what they were looking for.
Eunhyuk wondered sometimes when Donghae would realize. Realize that even though it was Eunhyuk's hand he was clutching now, even though it was Eunhyuk's skin he was tracing with his tongue, it was someone else altogether in Donghae's heart.
***
This thing between them was strange and undefinable. They never kissed, but they sucked and bit and licked. They used their mouths and fingers to bring each other to climax countless times. They loved each other, but they didn't. They still laughed and joked and slung their arms around each other, around others.
They were best friends. Even after Donghae finally fell in love, even after the day Eunhyuk could fulfill his dream of that long-haired, long-legged girl, they would still be them. EunHae.
Best friends.
--
Started: 2009.07.21
Finished: 2009.07.23
Notes: (1) Okay, who freaked the fuck out seeing me write EunHae porn? Inquiring minds want to know! (2)
panpipe now officially owes me KiHae. :3 ♥ (3) Damn SSII for everything. (4) Still working on the SJ15 at slutty, boozed-up afterparty fic. Because porn takes for-freaking-ever. I suck.
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