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chineseink--Fratboy AU
--(01) new experiences for the new year
--(02) lessons in stalking, part one
--(03) lessons in stalking, part two
This is (04).
a lost battle
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG-13, 1200 words
AU. In which Kibum gives up and gives in...to a degree.
a lost battle
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meitachi
It was Friday night and Kibum was at another Sigma Chi party. It was going to be hard to explain this one to Kyuhyun, Kibum thought dimly, because he was, somewhat tragically, not here under threats of public humiliation from Heechul. In fact, he was here somewhat voluntarily, if "voluntary" could be applied to being driven to no other choice after three straight nights of wet dreams about Donghae and the actual Donghae smiling and simpering and pleading with him to come.
It was practically inducement, really. So Kibum could claim it wasn't voluntary, after all, but duress on the parts of all parties involved: Heechul, Donghae, and his own thrice-damned hormones.
Said hormones were getting him in a bit of trouble. Half an hour into the party, as loud and sweaty and tightly-packed as he remembered the previous being, Kibum realized he had two choices: get smashed or get Donghae into a private room and kiss the holy hell out of him. And as much as Kibum's hormones were loudly clamoring for the second option, Kibum's brain rebelled. He might be at a frat party, he might even have spent the past two weeks being stalked by a frat boy in real life and in his dreams alike, but he was still Kim Kibum. He had, if nothing else, self-control.
So getting smashed it was, tipping cup after plastic cup of cheap beer down his throat.
He kept getting glimpses of Donghae's liquid eyes, ghostings of his fingers along Kibum's hip as he hovered ever-present. At some point, Kibum switched from cheap beer to hard liquor.
"You're drinking a lot," Donghae shouted at him over the music. His familiar grin made another appearance, sending fingers of warmth through Kibum. "You having fun?"
"I need another drink," Kibum said flatly and walked with surprising dignity to the kitchen where Donghae's frat brothers were mixing alcohol with any other liquid they could get their hands on. Kibum grabbed a cup of gin and tonic, took a large swig, and promptly curled his lips back.
"I fucking hate gin," he snarled as it burned down his throat. Donghae, who'd followed him, laughed, and the sound was low and intimately close under the loud throb of the music and chatter. He was pressed right up to Kibum against the counter, a long line of warmth along Kibum's side.
Kibum stilled. Disturbingly familiar. Except this time they weren't alone in the kitchen, people passing in and out, lingering to talk loudly and spill their drinks on each other. Their voices were white noise in his mind as he blinked blearily at Donghae and wondered why he wasn't as drunk as he seemed to be last time.
"Get off," he said, shoving Donghae away from him. "It's hot enough as it is."
Donghae caught his balance with a hand on the counter and rocked back and forth momentarily on his heels. He twisted his mouth - another pout? Kibum's eyes lingered on his lips, pink and damp with a sheen of what was most likely alcohol. "You're a pretty mean drunk," Donghae said and Kibum watched those lips move, and idly wondered what they'd feel like on his skin. On his chest. Trailing lower...
A wave of lust swept through him, sudden and intense, shorting his breath. Kibum had forgotten, as his control unraveled inch by inch, that getting smashed was never the solution. It lowered inhibitions, and he knew that. It made him hornier and more likely to act--
Kibum groaned - or tried to, because suddenly Donghae was in his personal space. Again. His groan died in his throat.
"You look trashed," Donghae said, and he sounded - concerned? Kibum blinked. "Dude, Kibum, how much did you drink?" A hand caught Kibum's arm, warm and steady as it slowly pulled him down the hallway and up a flight of stairs.
"C'mon," he said, as he led Kibum into a room and gently pushed him onto the bed.
Kibum sank down on the comforter and put his head in his hands, hoping the dizzying whirl would stop so he could think properly. Currently, his thoughts were a painful clash of is this his room? get out get out GET OUT and oh fuck. Fuck, because it was too late. He had really gotten himself into a mess, hadn't he? Heechul was going to be laughing for weeks.
"Hey." The word was soft and close. Donghae's face hovered by his, a hand rubbing his back. "You feeling okay?"
Kibum's hand darted out and wrapped around the back of Donghae's neck. "For the record," he said grimly, "I'm wasted." Then he dragged Donghae across those last inexorable two inches and kissed him.
Donghae's mouth was open and hot against his, almost as if it'd been waiting for this. He leaned against Kibum, one arm propped against the bed, and slid his tongue between Kibum's lips. Kibum felt his body thrum in response and pressed further into the kiss, insistent, seeking. He'd been fantasizing about this for too long, far longer than he would've liked to admit.
The kiss tasted like alcohol, just like their first one. But now the bitterness was strongest on his own tongue, where Donghae just tasted like heat. He'd been drinking too, Kibum recalled somewhat hazily, but not much. He shifted his position and leaned back, pulling Donghae even closer, his hand warm against Donghae's nape.
Donghae moaned softly into his mouth, practically a sigh, and that was what undid Kibum in the end. He shuddered and wrapped his free arm around Donghae's back and collapsed the last few inches onto the bed. Their lips pulled apart slowly, slick and swollen, as Donghae stared at him with wide, dark eyes, lying half on top of him. Kibum could feel his heartbeat, loud and rapid, beating a tattoo against his chest.
"Kibum,"Donghae said, slightly out of breath.
He was drunk, Kibum reminded himself. Completely and totally wasted. Sloshed. Inebriated past the point of being responsible for his actions.
His mouth curved in a smile. "So how well do you kiss sober?" he asked.
The grin that appeared on Donghae's face was nearly instantaneous. His hand slipped under the hem of Kibum's shirt and teased his side with dancing fingers. "Why don't I show you," he purred, all warmth and delight.
Kibum leaned over to press a teeth-edged kiss to Donghae's collarbone, sharp bone and damp skin framed by the popped collar of his polo shirt.
"Go on then."
(They hadn't quite made it to naked when someone flung the door open and stumbled through, another frat boy with a small, cute girl on his arm. First-year, Kibum's mind judged instantly, because it was easier to analyze the high flush on her cheeks, the not-quite-sober glitter in her eyes, and the way she clutched at the guy's waist than to deal with the fact that he'd just been caught with a frat boy's hand down his pants and his tongue down said frat boy's throat.
"Sungmin," Donghae snapped. "Get the fuck out. This isn't even your house!"
Kibum wanted to know why this was his life. And if someone could please just let him die in peace.)
--
Started: 2009.06.17
Finished: 2009.06.18
--(01) new experiences for the new year
--(02) lessons in stalking, part one
--(03) lessons in stalking, part two
This is (04).
a lost battle
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, PG-13, 1200 words
AU. In which Kibum gives up and gives in...to a degree.
a lost battle
by
meitachiIt was Friday night and Kibum was at another Sigma Chi party. It was going to be hard to explain this one to Kyuhyun, Kibum thought dimly, because he was, somewhat tragically, not here under threats of public humiliation from Heechul. In fact, he was here somewhat voluntarily, if "voluntary" could be applied to being driven to no other choice after three straight nights of wet dreams about Donghae and the actual Donghae smiling and simpering and pleading with him to come.
It was practically inducement, really. So Kibum could claim it wasn't voluntary, after all, but duress on the parts of all parties involved: Heechul, Donghae, and his own thrice-damned hormones.
Said hormones were getting him in a bit of trouble. Half an hour into the party, as loud and sweaty and tightly-packed as he remembered the previous being, Kibum realized he had two choices: get smashed or get Donghae into a private room and kiss the holy hell out of him. And as much as Kibum's hormones were loudly clamoring for the second option, Kibum's brain rebelled. He might be at a frat party, he might even have spent the past two weeks being stalked by a frat boy in real life and in his dreams alike, but he was still Kim Kibum. He had, if nothing else, self-control.
So getting smashed it was, tipping cup after plastic cup of cheap beer down his throat.
He kept getting glimpses of Donghae's liquid eyes, ghostings of his fingers along Kibum's hip as he hovered ever-present. At some point, Kibum switched from cheap beer to hard liquor.
"You're drinking a lot," Donghae shouted at him over the music. His familiar grin made another appearance, sending fingers of warmth through Kibum. "You having fun?"
"I need another drink," Kibum said flatly and walked with surprising dignity to the kitchen where Donghae's frat brothers were mixing alcohol with any other liquid they could get their hands on. Kibum grabbed a cup of gin and tonic, took a large swig, and promptly curled his lips back.
"I fucking hate gin," he snarled as it burned down his throat. Donghae, who'd followed him, laughed, and the sound was low and intimately close under the loud throb of the music and chatter. He was pressed right up to Kibum against the counter, a long line of warmth along Kibum's side.
Kibum stilled. Disturbingly familiar. Except this time they weren't alone in the kitchen, people passing in and out, lingering to talk loudly and spill their drinks on each other. Their voices were white noise in his mind as he blinked blearily at Donghae and wondered why he wasn't as drunk as he seemed to be last time.
"Get off," he said, shoving Donghae away from him. "It's hot enough as it is."
Donghae caught his balance with a hand on the counter and rocked back and forth momentarily on his heels. He twisted his mouth - another pout? Kibum's eyes lingered on his lips, pink and damp with a sheen of what was most likely alcohol. "You're a pretty mean drunk," Donghae said and Kibum watched those lips move, and idly wondered what they'd feel like on his skin. On his chest. Trailing lower...
A wave of lust swept through him, sudden and intense, shorting his breath. Kibum had forgotten, as his control unraveled inch by inch, that getting smashed was never the solution. It lowered inhibitions, and he knew that. It made him hornier and more likely to act--
Kibum groaned - or tried to, because suddenly Donghae was in his personal space. Again. His groan died in his throat.
"You look trashed," Donghae said, and he sounded - concerned? Kibum blinked. "Dude, Kibum, how much did you drink?" A hand caught Kibum's arm, warm and steady as it slowly pulled him down the hallway and up a flight of stairs.
"C'mon," he said, as he led Kibum into a room and gently pushed him onto the bed.
Kibum sank down on the comforter and put his head in his hands, hoping the dizzying whirl would stop so he could think properly. Currently, his thoughts were a painful clash of is this his room? get out get out GET OUT and oh fuck. Fuck, because it was too late. He had really gotten himself into a mess, hadn't he? Heechul was going to be laughing for weeks.
"Hey." The word was soft and close. Donghae's face hovered by his, a hand rubbing his back. "You feeling okay?"
Kibum's hand darted out and wrapped around the back of Donghae's neck. "For the record," he said grimly, "I'm wasted." Then he dragged Donghae across those last inexorable two inches and kissed him.
Donghae's mouth was open and hot against his, almost as if it'd been waiting for this. He leaned against Kibum, one arm propped against the bed, and slid his tongue between Kibum's lips. Kibum felt his body thrum in response and pressed further into the kiss, insistent, seeking. He'd been fantasizing about this for too long, far longer than he would've liked to admit.
The kiss tasted like alcohol, just like their first one. But now the bitterness was strongest on his own tongue, where Donghae just tasted like heat. He'd been drinking too, Kibum recalled somewhat hazily, but not much. He shifted his position and leaned back, pulling Donghae even closer, his hand warm against Donghae's nape.
Donghae moaned softly into his mouth, practically a sigh, and that was what undid Kibum in the end. He shuddered and wrapped his free arm around Donghae's back and collapsed the last few inches onto the bed. Their lips pulled apart slowly, slick and swollen, as Donghae stared at him with wide, dark eyes, lying half on top of him. Kibum could feel his heartbeat, loud and rapid, beating a tattoo against his chest.
"Kibum,"Donghae said, slightly out of breath.
He was drunk, Kibum reminded himself. Completely and totally wasted. Sloshed. Inebriated past the point of being responsible for his actions.
His mouth curved in a smile. "So how well do you kiss sober?" he asked.
The grin that appeared on Donghae's face was nearly instantaneous. His hand slipped under the hem of Kibum's shirt and teased his side with dancing fingers. "Why don't I show you," he purred, all warmth and delight.
Kibum leaned over to press a teeth-edged kiss to Donghae's collarbone, sharp bone and damp skin framed by the popped collar of his polo shirt.
"Go on then."
(They hadn't quite made it to naked when someone flung the door open and stumbled through, another frat boy with a small, cute girl on his arm. First-year, Kibum's mind judged instantly, because it was easier to analyze the high flush on her cheeks, the not-quite-sober glitter in her eyes, and the way she clutched at the guy's waist than to deal with the fact that he'd just been caught with a frat boy's hand down his pants and his tongue down said frat boy's throat.
"Sungmin," Donghae snapped. "Get the fuck out. This isn't even your house!"
Kibum wanted to know why this was his life. And if someone could please just let him die in peace.)
--
Started: 2009.06.17
Finished: 2009.06.18
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