Too much turbulence
Eeteuk/Onew; 317 words; NC-17. Eeteuk realizes that the only escape route is through the elevator, except it really isn't.
It starts on the 21st floor.
Jungsu quickly pins Jinki on the wall of the elevator, lips crushing into Jinki's unceremoniously. Jinki sticks his tongue in between Jungsu's and the latter allows entrance, so Jinki works on Jungsu's mouth, teeth, tongue. Jungsu's hands then hastily unbutton Jinki's shirt and he mumbles curses on Jinki's skin, including, "Fuck these buttons. I'm fucking you with this on." But not really since they've got so little time, so Jungsu grinds his hips against Jinki's groin.
The sound goes off on the 16th floor.
"Ding!" Jungsu doesn't stop even if he hears the sound because he knows it's the other elevator that's opened. Jinki's fingers are entangled in Jungsu's hair while Jungsu is busy running his hands up and down Jinki's back. Jungsu breaks the kiss, proceeding to bite lightly on Jinki's ear, suck on Jinki's neck, his shoulder. Jinki's hips jerk in reaction. This earns a satisfied smile from Jungsu.
Their bodies collide when they're on the 9th floor.
They're both hanging on to each other for balance when they grind against each other harder, faster, and Jungsu's hand dips inside Jinki's pants, reaching for his penis. He strokes it through the fabric slowly, gradually gaining pace as Jungsu feels the slight turbulence in the elevator. With one squeeze, Jinki comes, hot and thick. Jungsu withdraws his hand, heavily panting. He throws a jacket at Jinki. "Tie this around your waist so they won't notice." Jinki does as he is told.
Jinki regains a feel of his clothes when they reach the 3rd floor.
"Tomorrow, after practice," Jungsu starts, and he doesn't even have to continue for Jinki to understand what that means. The front of his shirt is brimming with unnecessary creases, his hands still shaking. Jinki looks like he could use a new polo. Jinki nods to Jungsu in affirmation.
And they get off on the ground floor. *
A matter of preference
Yesung/Kibum; 207 words; R. For someone who has just started doing phone sex, Jongwoon isn't doing bad. Kibum can use a better song, though.
"You mean here, over the phone?"
"No. On my cock. Around it, whatever."
Jongwoon's eyes widen and he almost drops the phone. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He then searches for a replacement for this customer's supposed cock and finds a thick black marker nearby — Heechul said it'll be easier with props. Without a second thought, he quickly grabs it and shoves it in his mouth.
He can check later if what he's doing is sanitary.
"Ifs this gwood enuf?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing a bit in worry. Considering he's just started doing this entire phone sex business, this is taking things too fast, but then, "You should always give what the customer wants," he remembers Heechul saying. It's not as if he has a choice, anyway. He soon hears low humming on the other end of the line and he takes it as a yes. He sings the first song that comes to mind — The Way You Look Tonight.
"Someday," he begins slowly, and he gets lost in the song, eyes shut and lips curving up just slightly to form a smile, until he hears grunting on the other end of the line.
"I was hoping for a club song, you know."