Drainbamage954
Pairing: Blohyuk
Summary:Perhaps Donghae's obsession with Aliens wasn't always a bad thing. (Continuation of Catch My Attention from Eunhyuk's POV)
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Somehow, it seemed to be a general consensus among the majority of the upperclassmen and even a few of the random alumni that showed up, but Sophomore year apparently carried the ultimate stigma of being the worst year of college. No longer a Freshman with the sparkle of a new college experience to accompany school and not yet old enough to legally drink and completely feel in the set of college life, Sophomore year seemingly was about the equivalent of college puberty. Your limbs felt awkward, your voice squeaked, and no matter how hard you tried, everything was always harder.
For the most part, it seemed that this general consciousness would wait about a month or so to settle in and start making your world miserable and over dramatic.
Eunhyuk wasn't quite that lucky, considering it was barely the end of the first week of classes and he was already asking himself why he bothered to come back to college in the first place. Especially now, as he once again lost track of an overly intoxicated and caffeinated Donghae to the vices of Heechul, who looked much too drunk to be safe. Just as he was about to start after his compromised friend, he was hauled back at least three sets of hands.
Turning agitatedly, Eunhyuk met the faces of Junsu, Boa, and Sungmin. "What?" he snapped, knowing with every moment spent here, Donghae could be blowing something up or falling off of banisters. Junsu put a hand heavily on his head, flattening his already slightly damp red hair to his skull and ruining any evidence that he'd spent an hour on it earlier.
"Would you lighten up?" Junsu said, putting on a slightly patronizing tone and looking at him as seriously as he could with slightly unfocused eyes. "This is a dance. The Welcome Back dance. You're supposed to have fun, not play 'baby sit the fish'."
Eunhyuk scowled darkly. "I wouldn't have to play 'baby sit the fish' if you hadn't given him all those jagerbombs," he grit out between clenched teeth, glaring at the cause for Donghae's current condition.
Junsu at least had the sense to look guilty as he smiled awkwardly and removed his hand from Eunhyuk's head, patting his shoulder in a slightly apologetic manner. Sungmin tried next.
"C'mon Hyuk, it's not all bad. I mean, why not just let Hae reap the consequences of his actions and just enjoy yourself for once? I mean, it's a dance. You're supposed to have fun."
Eunhyuk just glared. Boa seemed to get fed up. Huffing, she grabbed Eunhyuk's wrist and began walking very purposefully into the throbbing mass of bodies all contorting in a sick form of synchronization to the ear bleeding bass. As Eunhyuk opened his mouth to say something, she whipped hear head around and said, quite simply, "SHUT UP AND ENJOY YOURSELF!"
Eunhyuk felt it wise not to argue as he was lead to the rare bit of open space near the front of the dance floor, right by the speakers and next to the DJ Tables. Finally releasing his wrist, Boa turned and, without skipping a beat, pressed herself flush against him.
Had Eunhyuk not know Boa, he might have been shocked, surprised, and possibly aroused at how intimate she began dancing without hesitation. As it was, he allowed his hands to drop to her waist and hold her lazily as the two of them began moving in perfect rhythm to the beat, each sway and step in unison that only two dancers who had been working together for a long period of time could achieve.
Which was exactly why, as Boa rolled her hips provocatively, Eunhyuk's libido stayed completely dormant. Having danced with Boa as co-captain of the school's dance team the entire previous year and been paired with her for the majority of their numbers, their current predicament was about as arousing as watching grass grow on the discovery channel.
However, it did finally distract him and allow Eunhyuk to finally begin to enjoy himself. It seemed that Boa had at least understood that the only way to get Eunhyuk to finally loosen up and enjoy himself on this hellish night was to get him to do something which he almost never stopped doing at any other point in the day: dance.
Seeing the smile gently spread over his face, Boa grinned and leaned up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Enjoying yourself yet?" she asked, watching as his eyes returned from wherever they went whenever he danced and came into reality once more.
"How is it you know me so well?" Eunhyuk asked playfully, squeezing her playfully around the waist.
Boa grinned. "Comes from having to deal with your moody ass every night of the week for about three hours," she answered cockily. "I guess I just picked it up."
Eunhyuk laughed slightly. "I resent that comment," he said, fake pouting.
Boa grinned. "And I resent being monopolized when I could be out there taking survey of who I can actually play with for the night." Eunhyuk rolled his eyes at her near abrasive honesty. "Hurry up and find someone who you can prove to that your hips really don't lie before they get the wrong impression of what team you bat for."
Eunhyuk felt like scowling at her and reminding her that he didn't bat for either exclusively before realizing it wouldn't make much difference. Boa was impatient by nature and had already begun scanning the crowd for various candidates. Sighing, he allowed his eyes to wander, skimming over the various darkened faces in the crowd, none of which really caught his attention, all basically the same, the only differences being the various stages of intoxica......
Eunhyuk was sure he wasn't a Freshman, he held himself with too much authority to be one and looked much too reluctant to be at the dance to be a new student. But at the same moment, he felt like he'd never really see the other before. Which, knowing Eunhyuk's social skills, wasn't entirely surprising. However, being involved in so many extracurricular groups and actually being active on campus did provide him with a wide range of knowledge of the campus' population.
And Eunhyuk was entirely positive he'd never seen the dark haired man currently being dragged down the opposite stairs to the dance by his overenthusiastic friends before. He would have remembered that face, if not the undeniably sexy and mussed hair.
"You can't be serious," Eunhyuk heard Boa say from beside him, apparently having seen the direction his attention was directed and identifying his object of interest. "Eunhyuk, you're the most hopeless creature I've ever encountered. And that's saying something."
"Not much," Eunhyuk said listlessly, watching as the grumpy object of his attention was pulled into the crowd to vanish among writhing bodies. A sharp slap on the arm brought Eunhyuk swiftly back to the present with a slight "Ow!" to look at scowling and pouting Boa who managed to look offended and exasperated at once.
"You really do have the stupidest taste when it comes to people," she huffed. "Couldn't you just be interested in a woman for once so you aren't left questioning the whole night whether they will want to hop into bed with you or brag about how many notches they have in their bed posts?"
Eunhyuk scowled to show his disapproval and Boa just sighed. "Whatever," she said. "I'm going to go scouting. Go dance by the DJ and see if you can be picked up for once instead of doing the picking. Trust you to choose Tablo of all people."
The name, if anything, caught his attention. Grabbing Boa's arm as she made to leave, Eunhyuk felt suddenly out of breath, eyes wide. "Tablo? As in the legendary Tablo of Epik High? The number one underground group on campus? As in THE Tablo? That Tablo?"
Boa rolled her eyes dramatically. "Yes, that Tablo," she said, trying to sound superior but a smirk quirked her mouth none the less. "Now try not to pee yourself in excitement and go attempt to seduce someone before you hurt yourself." And before Eunhyuk could stop her, she had vanished once more into the crowd.
Pouting slightly, Eunhyuk turned from the mass of bodies which had swallowed his only source of gossip and pushed himself up the few stairs which lead to the raised area by the DJ tables.
He'd heard about Tablo. In fact, he'd even gone to one of the concerts the group had held. Granted, he'd been drunk and completely out of it, having been fed drinks the entire night under the excuse that it was 'his goddamn birthday and he as sure as fuck was getting drunk' by Junsu, Heechul, and Donghae as the rest of his friends stood by unhelpfully. He'd remembered enjoying the concert, nearly passing out when he'd found out who it was, and, despite never actually seeing the group (he'd been unable to stand up the majority of the performance), been somewhat of a closet fan for his entire Freshman year. Of course, upon hearing more about the group, mainly from Heechul, and especially finding out more about Tablo, Eunhyuk had been dying to get a chance to meet the older rapper. If anything to commend him on his work.
To finally see the older rapper and find that he didn't only want to commend him on his work, well, to say Eunhyuk was slightly dazed would be a bit of an understatement. Thus it was the he found his own train of thought had absorbed him to such an extent that he'd been dancing by the DJ for a good five minutes and had gathered a significant number of eyes. Which wasn't unusual. Eunhyuk was used to being stared at.
What was unusual was the, when scanning the crowd briefly, he came across a pair he never expected to see. Well, hoped but didn't expect. It was in that split second moment that something seemed to override in Eunhyuk's brain. Already near to short circuiting, Eunhyuk's mind suddenly made everything very simply.
It may have been the alcohol.
It may have been the overload of information.
It may have been the overall moment.
But whatever it was, at that moment Eunhyuk's mind made the most definite and best decision of his life. Tonight, Eunhyuk was not going to say no, he was not going to lose himself to his awkward tendencies, and he was, for once, going to unleash that part of him which could supposedly coax the pants off a statue and which Boa and Junsu had told him would be deadly if he ever actually put it to use. Tonight, Eunhyuk was not going to let himself be flustered by the fact that he found his target to be Tablo, the upperclassman he'd been idolizing for the past year, that he was potentially straight, or that probably knew nothing about Eunhyuk. Tonight, Eunhyuk was just going to get what he wanted, and right now, that happened to be a certain dark haired rapper who was currently not paying any attention to the girl he was dancing with.
The girl......
Eunhyuk frowned, and immediately went back to dancing, closing his eyes in anger and annoyance. Of course Boa would target the same person as he would. Not to mention that he knew Boa's type, and Tablo was anything but her type. Chancing another glance up, he at least allowed himself a small victory smile as he noticed that Tablo wasn't looking at Boa at all as she leaned up to him, instead still watching himself as he moved.
However, as Boa pressed a kiss to his cheek, Eunhyuk found his tolerance break and, without skipping a beat, left the platform and plunged into the crowd. Technically, he'd never met Tablo, never said a word to him, and had no right to claim property. However, that didn't stop the blazing urge in his chest to rip Boa away from Tablo and drag him to himself and whisper harshly into a shocked face 'mine'. As it was though, he didn't seem to need to, as halfway pushing through a couple nearly making pornography decent, he ran into the girl in question, who was grinning obnoxiously.
Suddenly, Eunhyuks previous sense of assertion vanished to be replaced by anger. "Well, congrats. You beat me to it," he spat, glaring harshly.
Boa rolled her eyes and stepped close to him, making Eunhyuk nearly snarl and push her away before she grabbed the back of his head and whispered harshly into his ear "I never had a chance with the way he was watching you. I'm positive he'd much rather have been holding your hips than mine." Her voice was soft but Eunhyuk was pretty sure she'd left a beehive in his head with the amount of buzzing going on in his ear drums. "Go. I doubt he'll be safe in the sense of daze you put him in."
Without waiting to hear her laugh, Eunhyuk pushed past her in the direction he had seen she and Tablo dance, the sudden urgency lodging itself in his throat and refusing to move. Of course, the sense of urgency rose even more when he heard a panicked voice followed by an all to familiar voice carrying over the absolute cacophony of sound.
"YAH! DONGHAE! HANDS DO NOT GO THERE!"
"SURE THEY DO! HAVEN'T YOU EVER TAKEN A PROPER SHOWER!?"
If there was ever a word to be repeated ad nauseam at the moment within ones mind, the appropriate choice would have been 'fuck,' which of course was exactly what kept repeating as Eunhyuk shoved his way hastily through the crowd, suddenly more intent on finding Donghae and rescuing whoever had fallen victim to him than he was towards finding Tablo. Seducing Tablo could wait once he stopped someone being mentally and, though horribly unlikely, possibly violated by Donghae. And it appeared he hadn't arrived a moment too late as, just as he pushed past a particularly burly jock, he found his arms full of a warm body.
Unfortunately, catching the person apparently did nothing to subdue Donghae, who had one hand covering the persons face as it pushed back and the other vigorously pushing and pulling. To add to things, whoever it was had their shirt shoved somewhere up by their ear and one arm stuck rather decidedly in their sleeve.
"Oi! Donghae! What the Hell are you doing!" Eunhyuk yelled, trying to maintain his balance and distract Donghae at the same time as keep the now almost completely dead weight up. He could feel the other tense against his chest and hoped he hadn't been too scarred.
Donghae, who was still frantically examining, shouted from somewhere around the others naval "HE'S BEEN ABDUCTED!" Internally, Eunhyuk mentally groaned. Of all the things..... And then Donghae looked up and recognized him, and apparently enthusiasm wasn't enough of a descriptive term. "HYUKKIE!" he practically bellowed, launching himself at his friend and thus completely squishing the poor violated person between himself and Eunhyuk as he attempted to crush all life out of both. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT! I LOST YOU!"
Eunhyuk was about two moments away from figuring out how to explain himself when the person currently still in his arms coughed. "Um," he said, attempting to turn and look at him. "If you don't mind, would you pl...."
And Eunhyuk felt like he'd been punched into a washing machine.
The same dark eyes and tousled (well, slightly more so now) hair, semi-flushed complexion, and gorgeous jaw line of Tablo who had looked up at him in the crowd of seething bodies was currently resting tightly in his arms, against his chest, pressed firmly into him and....
Oh fuck God.
"-AND THEN HEECHUL COMES UP AND TELLS ME DANIEL, THE TUTOR GUY WHI I NEVER LISTEN TO FOR MY ESSAYS, HAS BEEN ABDUCTED AND HOLY SHIT HYUKKIE I ALMOST BROKE SUNGMIN'S NOSE!-"
Somehow, Eunhyuk had managed to draw his attention away from the absolutely delightful way Tablo looked at the moment and pay relative attention to the incredibly confusing explanation coming from Donghae. "So you decided to hunt him down and strip him in the middle of the atrium?" he asked in disbelief, though frankly the idea of stripping down Tablo at the moment was not entirely a bad thing in his mind. Well, as long as he was the one to facilitate it.
"I WASN'T STRIPPING HIM!" Donghae yelled, indignantly, stepping back and ripping Tablo's shirt once more back up to his nose and making the elder stumble. "I WAS CONDUCTING A THOROUGH EXAMINATION FOR EXTRATERRESTRIAL EXPERIMENTATION AND PROBING!"
Apparently, Tablo's already scarred and overstimulated brain had had enough though, as he wrenched himself from Donghae and, in a method of escape and, possibly, seeking protection, pressed himself hastily into Eunhyuk's chest. "EXPERIMENTATION AND WHAT!" he screeched, breathing frantic as he hastily attempted to pull down his shirt, an act which was made difficult by the fact that his arm was still stuck in his shirt sleeve. Almost on instinct, Eunhyuk reached out and firmly grabbed him, pulling him securely against himself.
It was purely for protection.
It may have also been purely self interested.
"OH MY GOD I NEVER GOT TO CHECK!" Donghae yelled, apparently devastated with the realization as he launched himself once more at Tablo, more specifically at Tablo's pants and Tablo looked about to pass out from panic. Not skipping a beat, Eunhyuk firmly jerked Tablo against himself, pivoting to get out of Donghae's path and then swiftly shifting to put himself between Tablo and the hyper brunette, keeping a steadying hand on Tablo's waist.
"Donghae, do you really think right now is the best place to properly examine Tablo-ssi's exposure to extraterrestrials?" Eunhyuk said, using his 'Donghae needs to calm down now' voice and hoping that none had noticed his momentary slip in names.
Donghae seemed to consider for a moment as Eunhyuk prepared himself to physically hoist Tablo over his shoulder and run if it meant Tablo's protection from Donghae's persistence. Technically, he'd love to just hoist Tablo and run off for other reasons as well, but hardly figured they would be appropriate. Or approved of.
"You're right, Hyukkie," Donghae said, bringing Eunhyuk's mind back finally from the mental image of him holding Tablo over his shoulder as he ran across the commons. "I don't have proper lighting here after all. I'll just have to check you for alien involvement later Mr. Writing tutor Daniel who always has messay hair."
It appeared to take Tablo a moment or two to realized he was being spoken to, and just as much time for Eunhyuk to realized that the 'Daniel' who Donghae was referring to was actually 'Tablo'. Something he wished he had known much earlier, considering if he'd know Donghae's 'horrible and strict writing tutor' was his idol, he would have taken his best friend up on his offers to accompany him to tutoring.
"Um, yeah, sure..." Tablo said quickly, looking as if he sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to make good on his words.
"AWESOME!" Donghae whooped, punching the air and nearly knocking out a nearby freshman. "I'm gonna go find Sungmin and see if I actually broke his nose!" he announced to no one in particular before vanishing into the crowd. Leaving Tablo still slightly shell shocked and Eunhyuk wondering how he was going to explain the hand still resting on Tablo's waist.
His decision was quickly made for him as Tablo cleared his throat and began to turn to him, seemingly about to say something and, before he knew it, Eunhyuk was babbling, his hand dropping swiftly from the warm waist. "I'm so sorry about that," he said, speaking quickly and wondering where his previous cool had vanished to. "I have no idea who gave him alcohol, or who told him anything about aliens. he's usually not this- no, that's a lie, he is usually this bad. But still, sorry about that. Are you okay? My name's Eunhyuk by the way. I don't think I know you. Are you new here? I've never seen you around before. Oh holy crap, you look like a mess. Here, let me help you-"
If he was appalled by the mostly half true things tumbling from his mouth, Eunhyuk was more appalled when he unconsciously moved and attempted to help Tablo properly dress himself, hands reaching to pull down the shirt he so wanted to pull off instead.
Thus, it wasn't surprising when Tablo, seeming to snap out of his reverie, backed up swiftly and began stuttering, an attractive flush spreading over his face Eunhyuk hoped wasn't simply attributed to embarrassment. "Ah- no! It's fine- I- ah- sorry! You don't need to-" He was getting no where fast and, seeming to realize this, let his arms drop slightly as he paused awkwardly, somewhat unconsciously biting his lip as he frowned in slight confusion and frustration. And just like that, Eunhyuk felt the rush from before wrap itself around him as he smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring and endearing manner. "C'mon," he said, jerking his head towards the large double doors leading outside into the cool air and lack of noise. And prying eyes. "It's roasting. Let's get some air and you can fix yourself and tell me about why Donghae seems to think you've been abducted by aliens."
Tablo seemed to think and conflict for a split second before he gave a brief nod and followed Eunhyuk outside, arm still stuck awkwardly in his sleeve. He still looked slightly dazed as he took the spot next to Eunhyuk on the cold stone benches, slightly closer than was absolutely necessary, and returned his own soft smile.
Seeing it, Eunhyuk felt that familiar burn in his chest as the overpowering feeling of 'mine' once more rushed through his blood. "So, need help with that shirt?" he asked, trying to remain casual and yet playful at the same time.
Tablo blinked for a moment before turning to his trapped arm and then looking back at Eunhyuk. "I dunno, I feel like I could start a new trend like this." He grinned. "Just watch, by the end of next week, everyone will be walking around like this."
Eunhyuk couldn't help but find himself laughing, Tablo grinning at him as he did so. "Doesn't seem very practical to me," he pointed out, gesturing to Tablo's completely incapacitated right arm.
"Neither are tight pants but people wear them anyway," Tablo said, shrugging anyway as he looked over Eunhyuk, the red head feeling his skin heat as the older's eyes traveled over his skin.
"I don't know about that," Eunhyuk argued, smirking as he sat back slightly. "I mean, I see nothing impractical about them."
Tablo raised an eyebrow at him. "As to be expected, seeing as you wear them," he responded. "Clearly you've never tried to remove them."
Eunhyuk frowned for a moment, about to point out that, since he wore them, he had to remove them on a daily basis, before the implications of Tablo's words reached him and, instead of being shocked, he smirked and leaned closer. "Isn't that half of the enjoyment of them?"
Tablo looked momentarily shocked his reference had been picked up, before he sat back, grinning. "I feel like before I let you talk like that I should at least have a name."
Eunhyuk felt like smacking himself. Instead he grinned. "I think I already told you, though perhaps you lost it in the rambling apology earlier. I'm Eunhyuk."
Tablo nodded, absently moving to fix his shirt and slide his arm properly into his shirt sleeve so he could hold out a hand to Eunhyuk. "Tablo, or Daniel, I go by either one."
Eunhyuk paused a moment, not looking at the outstretched hand and instead at Tablo. "Why two?" Really, he would have rather asked which one he preferred to be called. Or which he would rather hear screamed, but figured if he was trying to make a good impression he should at least try not to screw up.
Tablo shrugged. "I go by Daniel while here, in the states, because it's just my name here. Long story involving lots of random shit. Don't ask. It's what the majority of the faculty and my pupils know me as. Tablo is my stage name and the name I use among my friends. I have others, but Tablo is the least pretentious. Though when Heechul's drunk he occasionally calls me 'Tabby'." He paused at fixed Eunhyuk with a look. "Don't do that if you want to keep your tongue."
Eunhyuk, ignoring the threat to his tongue, nodded and shifted closer, still not taking Tablo's hand. Somehow, it felt too formal. Especially considering his intentions. "Well, would you rather I know you as a friend then, or a pupil?"
Tablo seemed slightly taken aback by the comment and let his hand drop at a moment, face unreadable before he smiled. "I'll let you decide, I guess."
Eunhyuk grinned. "Do I have to decide now?" Tablo shot him another look but said nothing. Eunhyuk took that to mean it was up to his own decision, something he didn't mind at all. Instead, he decided to move on. "So, why did Donghae think you'd been abducted exactly?"
Tablo grimaced. "Heechul," he answered, and, even if Tablo hadn't elaborated, Eunhyuk woukd have understood. Just saying Heechul's name had that effect. "Jungsik seemed to think that, as this is my last year, I needed to get out more, and, well, Heechul seems to believe that parties or dances for me are the equivalent of garlic and the crucifix to vampires. Needless to say, he came to the only logical conclusion that I'd been abducted, not that I'd been brought here unwillingly."
Eunhyuk, nodding at the explanation, frowned slightly regardless. "So, you don't like dances?" he clarified. Well, he couldn't expect them to have too much in common. It would just be nice.
Tablo shook his head. "I had a bit of an.... experience... my freshman year and haven't really gone to one since," he explained vaguely. After a moment of silence in which Eunhyuk stared at him silently asking for clarification and Tablo decidedly avoided it, he sighed. "The seniors of that year were particularly nasty and ruffied a lot of freshman and, well, weren't exactly appropriate with a lot of us." At Eunhyuk's shocked and yet pleading for clarification expression, Tablo sighed once more. "I wasn't the worst of the victims, but I was one of them."
"Shit," Eunhyuk breathed, trying not to let the sick sensation in his stomach overpower him. He'd heard about the incident last year from upperclassmen warning him not to be too trusting at parties, especially at the sports houses. From what he knew, a bunch of seniors had coerced a significant group of freshman into drinking a lot and then ruffied a fair number. Most of them had been able to get away with just severe humiliation, such as being stranded or trapped in public areas in various states of undress. However, a small number of them hadn't gotten away as nicely, which resulted in accusations of rape and at least one expulsion.
Whatever group Tablo had been in though he was apparently not going to make public, as he sat and looked at nothing as Eunhyuk stared at him. "I'm sorry," Eunhyuk said softly, suddenly feeling sicker with himself from his previous thoughts of the night. Of course, the part which sickened him most was that it wasn't until after hearing this that he felt ashamed when he should have felt so at the beginning.
"Don't be," Tablo said lightly, turning back to him and grinning. "You didn't do it. And truthfully I'm pretty sure someone who rescues someone else from their drunken friend attempting to conduct an alien examination doesn't have a black enough heart to do what they did." His grin widened.
"You sound pretty trusting to have gone through that sort of ordeal," Eunhyuk commented, still feeling slightly ill with himself.
"Do I have reason not to trust you?" Tablo asked, raising an eyebrow. "As far as I know the only threatening thing you've done to me is stare heatedly and have a few lingering touches you thought would go unnoticed." He seemed to find obvious amusement in Eunhyuk's embarrassed and slightly shocked face. "Plus you have a hard time explaining the purpose of wearing tight pants. I think I'll be safe."
Something about Tablo's tone had Eunhyuk feeling much more confident, the same sense of want and 'mine' returned but instead of carnal it was more dormant, towards a strong protection than claiming desire. "Well, since I've already taken on the role of protector once tonight, I might as well stick with it," he said, shrugging and smiling.
Tablo raised an eyebrow. "Are you insinuating I should need protection?"
"I'm saying I'm interested." It took a great deal of effort for Eunhyuk not to continuously beat his head against a wall with how superficial and sappy the line sounded coming from his lips. What was he? A bad romance novel written for online fanbase communities?
Tablo blinked. "Are you picking me up?"
Eunhyuk hoped he wasn't as much of a traffic light as he felt. "Well, not literally, but I can do that if it would help emphasize the point." Oh where had his previous cool composure gone. And who had given his mouth reign over his speech? "And apparently doing an increasingly bad job of it."
Tablo grinned. "I dunno, it's amusing me at least." Eunhyuk didn't find that to be much of a compliment. "Especially since you can't seem to figure out whether to be yourself or suave and I can't stop the mental image of you dancing like an red light district's interpretation of Swan Lake." Eunhyuk stared at him in a mixture between disbelief and amusement. Tablo shrugged. "I'm never one for pick up lines. I'm pretty sure every time I deliver one a kitten dies actually, they're that bad."
Eunhyuk grinned. "I've heard worse." Somehow, despite him being his awkward self all over again, it wasn't quite as horrible as he imagined.
"Yeah?" Tablo said, raising an eyebrow.
Eunhyuk nodded before leaning forward, the most sincere expression he could muster on his face. "Can I help you down?" He asked Tablo's suddenly shocked face, mere inches from his own.
Tablo blinked before seeming to catch on. "From where?"
Eunhyuk shifted closer, hesitantly resting a hand on Tablo's shoulder and hoping it wasn't overstepping boundaries. "From that pedestal I've put you on," Eunhyuk finished, watching as Tablo's face went from comprehension to processing and then he was laughing and Eunhyuk was grinning and everything suddenly felt perfect.
Still laughing, Tablo stood up, Eunhyuk's hand slipping from his shoulder as the younger looked up, feeling his smile slip. "C'mon, O' Great Protector of Mine," Tablo said, still grinning like an idiot. "You can walk me home."
Eunhyuk stared for a moment, feeling confused. Walking someone home seemed so foreign, old fashion... and perfectly fitting at the same time. Suddenly grinning, Eunhyuk stood as well, flinging an arm around Tablo, who was shocking just slightly shorter than himself, and allowed the older to inadvertently lead him to where he lived. The walk was much shorter than he had thought it would be, even if Tablo lived in the farthest dorm on campus. The dorm itself made sense once Eunhyuk found out about how the reason he had never really seen the rapper was that he was almost obsessed with his studies, therefore living in the academic dorm and rarely venturing out aside from classes and other duties. His only social life seemed to stem from Epik High (which Eunhyuk finally admitted to knowing about to Tablo's surprise and amusement). It wasn't until they had finally reached the doors to the bottom floor, Eunhyuk standing by the external double doors as Tablo rummaged for his key card that Eunhyuk finally bothered to speak up.
"Hey," Eunhyuk blurted out, causing Tablo to pause in his rummaging for his key and look up. Feeling his cheeks flush and hoping to God he didn't look too much the idiot, Eunhyuk shifted his weight. "Can I have a goodnight kiss?"
The line was cliche, stupid, and really should only ever be used on girls. Eunhyuk didn't blame Tablo when he froze momentarily before returning to search for his key card, saying nothing. Feeling his heart sink, Eunhyuk made to turn, taking Tablo's silence as answer enough. However, a firm grip on his arm stopped him. Turning, slightly shocked, he met the firm and darkened eyes of Tablo, key card finally in hand as he stood by the door.
Words died in his throat, breath stopped in his lungs, and Eunhyuk hoped his heart was at least keeping him alive and wouldn't burst as Tablo leaned forward, lips mere inches from his own, breath ghosting over his mouth and skin enticing. Eunhyuk let out a shuddering breath, feeling his own body cave and lean towards the other, the musk that seemed to belong only to Tablo suddenly filling his senses and making him slightly drunk. However, instead of connecting, Tablo drew back, the hand on his arm pulling him forward as Tablo moved backwards, leaving Eunhyuk towards him, into the dorm, as he swiftly swiped the key and got access to the building.
Slowly and purposefully, Eunhyuk didn't know where, but Tablo was taking him somewhere, and, truthfully, as soon as he'd been just barely offered those lips and as long as that hand was still guiding him, he would follow. Vaguely, he heard the faint ding of something but Tablo's other hand coming to rest purposefully on his hip mostly led him not to care. And then they stopped and Eunhyuk finally focused his eyes to stop getting lost in his dark gaze and instead try to read it.
"You don't have to come up," Tablo murmured, his voice low and slightly husky, echoing flatly against the walls of the elevator they were now standing in. Eunhyuk didn't really think the question required a verbal answer, instead leaning forward swiftly and finally pressing his lips against the older's, feeling Tablo take a sharp intake of breath and feeling his own breath vanish.
It was chaste, simple, and neither long nor short, rather just embodying the simple act of a a kiss. Well, the first one was, at any rate. And it really didn't take much decision making on Eunhyuk's part after drawing back after the first kiss to press back in again for another, this time with more force, more intent, and more passion, his mouth moving against Tablo's and enjoying the neither rough nor smooth texture of his lips. Absently he heard the elevator doors chime shut and the machine begin it's ascent. Vaguely, he felt Tablo's hands come to rest on his hips as he cupped his face with his hands, running his thumbs along the barely concealed stubble on his jawbone.
Eunhyuk could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, his breathing coming too short as he gently nipped Tablo's mouth, teasing and quietly asking for permission, gladly given, which had both groaning slightly as freedom over mouths was finally granted. The elevator was already much too warm for Eunhyuk's liking, and the heat seemed to do nothing but intensify his impatience and anticipation. However, just as he felt his frustration peak, Tablo beat him to it, shoving him roughly against the wall of the elevator and growling, pressing himself aggressively against him and, while one hand dug possessively into his hip, the other traveled up to wrap around the base of his skull, eliciting a gasp from the red head as Tablo's mouth left his own and began trailing hot open mouthed kissed along his jaw and down his neck.
Panting slightly at how fast and fantastically things were moving from a simple 'kiss goodnight' Eunhyuk allowed his eyes to fall closed, hands rising to tangle in already messy hair as Tablo's mouth pressed hotly against his skin, leaving a burning trail in his wake. Face flushed, chest heaving, and wanting nothing more than to prove to Tablo that he knew very well how to remove tight pants, and quickly, Eunhyuk heard the elevator chime their destination and released a badly contained groan.
Tablo, however, didn't miss a beat, instead ripping himself from Eunhyuk and, taking the younger firmly by the hand, leading him swiftly down the deserted hall to a room (fortunately) not to far. As Tablo fumbled once more tying to find his key card, Eunhyuk couldn't resist himself in wrapping his arms around Tablo from behind and gently trailing his mouth down the back of his neck and outer shell of his ear. Of course, he didn't seem to be helping Tablo any, as the older released a groan and leaned back, resting his weight against Eunhyuk heavily as he, now half heartedly continued to try to fetch his key from his pants.
Surprised at his own ability to function, Eunhyuk finally batted away Tablo's hands, earning an annoyed grown from the older, as he instead pressed his hands into Tablo's seemingly troublesome abyss of a pocket and attempted to find the key in question. This became extremely hard to do, however, as Tablo emitted a shaking gasp and pushed his head into Eunhyuk's shoulder, obviously the result from having the younger's hands nearly down his pants. Trying to ignore this reality, Eunhyuk finally managed to locate the key card, remove it from Tablo's pants, and slide it in the door lock, thus permitting them entrance to the privacy of a room beyond. Obviously not keen on waiting, Tablo spun one hand quickly opening the door and the other firmly dragging Eunhyuk by his belt loops into the room as he once again smashed their lips together desperately.
Tablo's room was dark, slightly cool, and a combat zone as Eunhyuk quickly discovered as, having barely taken two steps into the darkened room, he tripped over... something... and was falling, Tablo with him, to land rather heavily and with a loud groan to the floor. Grimacing, he pushed himself up, off of Tablo and attempted to search for damage to the older. Tablo groaned and pushed himself up, rubbing his head slightly and looking around the darkened room.
"Forgot to clean," Tablo mumbled, kicking a dark something by his food. "C'mon," he said, taking Eunhyuk's hand and attempting to carefully lead him through the chaos.
"Wouldn't it be easier to turn on a light?" Eunhyuk asked, stumbling slightly on something.
"No," Tablo answered plainly. "I'd rather keep going where we left off than have you running from the chaos that is my room." Eunhyuk tried to see Tablo's expression in the darkness and failed miserably. Shifting through whatever littered the floor, he moved until he was nearly pressed against Tablo once more, a hand coming to rest low on his hip as the other rested against the side of his face.
"Then how am I supposed to see your face?" Eunhyuk asked, hoping he didn't sound as sappy as he thought he did. It was something of a thing with him, being able to watch the faces of those he was with. Something about their expressions was almost as rewarding as the actual experience itself.
"First the pedestal line, then a goodnight kiss, and now this?" Tablo teased playfully, his hands tracing the hemline of Eunhyuk's pants and making him shiver slightly. "Who taught you how to pick up people? Siwon?" Eunhyuk felt like frowning but knew it wouldn't be seen in the dark, instead squeezing slightly at Tablo's hip. "And don't pout," Tablo commented, tilting his face so his nose gently bumped Eunhyuk's. "I already told you I think they're amusing."
Eunhyuk scoffed. "So glad I can entertain you," he said dryly.
Tablo didn't laugh. Instead he jerked Eunhyuk forward sharply by his jeans and, burying his face in the side of the red heads neck, took his ear gently between his teeth and growled. "I can think of many other ways you can entertain me, Hyukkie."
To say the words didn't go straight south and leave Eunhyuk wanting to gasp with the sheer want which those words left his body throbbing with would be a discredit to the impact which Tablo's voice had. Without waiting for a second thought, he swiftly slid one of his hands under Tablo's shirt, already manhandled once this evening and made to pull it over his head, the other hand moving swiftly to the front of the rappers jeans and attempting to make sense of the fastenings. His mouth, on the other hand, took no time in immediately attaching itself to the juncture where his jaw dipped into neck and sucking, hard. Apparently, Tablo approved as he swiftly gasped and his hands dug hard into him, a low growl resounding in his throat.
Eunhyuk drew back for a moment in order to draw Tablo's shirt finally over his head and throw it somewhere in the apparently abyss of the upperclassmen's room. However, before he could lean back in to continue his previous efforts, Tablo was dragging his own shirt roughly over his head and, heedless of whether it caught on his ears or not, disposing of it quickly before immediately diving to his chest and leaving Eunhyuk with his mouth open in silent pants and gasps.
Eunhyuk was hard, there was not other word for it. Truthfully, he hadn't really been this hard in an extremely long time. But at this moment, he didn't think he could be more aroused if he tried. In all of his previous bed episodes, they had been timid, shy, constantly asking permission, as if exploring new territory. However, this was nothing if not constant stimulation by someone who knew what they wanted, knew what he wanted, and knew how to do things just so that he was always just on that point between sanity and bliss. It took him a moment before he realized that the indistinguishable noises he was hearing were moans, whimpers, and disjointed words falling from his own lips.
"Fuck," Tablo groaned, drawing back after plundering his mouth once more, teeth nipping at his lips hungrily. "I swear if you don't stop making those sounds I'm not going to be held responsible for destroying your sinfully tight pants."
Eunhyuk, panting harshly and hands tangled in Tablo's messy locks, smiled and slowly rolled his hips against the older. "Finally seeing the purpose behind them?"
Tablo growled, fixing both his hands in the loops of his pants and dragging him towards himself as he walked backwards, hopefully leading somewhere significant. "I saw the purpose of them when I saw you," he ground out, his voice gravely and husky to the point of literally sending shocks up Eunhyuk's spine. "You really shouldn't go out in public like that. It's not fair. I, for one, wholly object to the wearing of such pants and demand they be removed."
Eunhyuk felt himself chuckle breathlessly in spite of his already too taught nerves. "I mean, I'm not stopping you," he said, once more rotating his hips suggestively.
Tablo hissed. "I repeat, I won't be responsible for destroying them." Eunhyuk tried not to let the shiver those words sent travel too sharply through him.
"So-" Eunhyuk began once more, possibly enjoying this whole teasing thing much more than he should.
Tablo seemed to have enough though. "Pants. Off," he snarled, no longer waiting for consent as his fingers dragged forcefully to the button and zipper of Eunhyuk's pants and very aggressively began to remove them. Eunhyuk, not about to be outdone, began the process of removing Tablo's pants as well but was forced to stop with a cry as Tablo, apparently deeming mid thigh to be respectable, closed a hand around him and gently pulled. "Don't stop," he whispered huskily in Eunhyuk's ear, indicated his own pants and Eunhyuk's pause. Trying to swallow and not be distracted by Tablo's incredibly distracting hand, Eunhyuk returned to the task of removing Tablo's own pants, finally succeeding and dragging them down, boxers as well.
Hastily kicking off his shoes and attempting to shake his pants down the rest of the way, Eunhyuk was paused by the gently hand on his hip as Tablo stopped him in his eagerness. Slightly puzzled and out of breath, Eunhyuk looked back up at the darkened form of Tablo, vaguely seeing the eyes shining in the darkness. And then Tablo was kissing him again, not in the same desperate 'I want to eat your mouth' sort of harsh way from earlier, but instead long slow and much more intense.
Parting, Eunhyuk felt dazed, as if drunk, and his entire body felt heavy with the degree of want pulsing through his system. "Fuck," he breathed out, voice raspy and heavy with lust.
"That's kind of the idea," Tablo murmured, hand once more tracing Eunhyuk's manhood enticingly, having him gasping. Ironically, the bed was literally two steps away (Eunhyuk found it by falling over and therefore onto it, much to Tablo's amusement). Once finally on the bed, obviously unmade, and after Tablo once more became extremely frustrated with Eunhyuk's pants and his own (which wouldn't come off due to his still wearing shoes), Eunhyuk was tired of waiting. Not waiting for Tablo to be the one to take control, he grabbed the elder and dragged him to himself, smashing their mouths together and finally letting his hands roam over the vast expanse of skin finally exposed.
Tablo took no time in taking his own liberties in examining his guest, hands skimming over skin and mouth traveling in a burning path over Eunhyuk's skin. It wasn't until Eunhyuk felt a hand trail down and brush purposefully against his opening that he paused, jerking up slightly.
Tablo paused, one hand still massaging a pale hip. "Have you ever bottomed?" not at all bothering to beat around the subject. Eunhyuk shook his head before he realized Tablo couldn't see him.
"No," Eunhyuk said, voice coming out more timid than he wanted. Tablo was silent for a moment, before he shifted and for a moment Eunhyuk was terrified he was leaving. But then he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to Eunhyuk's mouth and his worries were eased somewhat.
"I have an idea," Tablo said, breaking from the kiss and sounding slightly more breathless than Eunhyuk would have expected. "You'll have to trust me on it though." Eunhyuk, not exactly knowing what Tablo had in mind, felt himself nodding none the less. Everything about this night had been somewhat unexpected and ended up for the better after all. For example, he was currently with Tablo, in his bed, naked. That had to be something. And so, to say he was slightly surprised when Tablo's fingers returned to his opening, now slick, and gently pressed into him would be a bit of a lie. His gasp seemed to have told Tablo as much because the older kissed him again and hushed him gently. "It'll be fine. Just trust me. This is probably going to be the best thing you've ever felt."
Though Eunhyuk didn't know how much of that statement to trust, he allowed himself to be slowly prepared as Tablo's mouth distracted him. And then, as Tablo pressed a second finger into him, the older shifted using his other hand to drag down Eunhyuk's own hand to where Tablo was slowly stretching him. "You need to take over," he said, voice impossibly deep as he, with a final scissor, removed his fingers and guided Eunhyuk to his place. "It'll feel weird, but trust me." Eunhyuk frowned, but pushed his own fingers in anyway. And it did feel weird, uncomfortable and weird and slightly like self-cest. But Tablo was shifting again and the next thing Eunhyuk knew, Tablo's hand was on him and guiding him to somewhere he hadn't thought he'd be going.
Mouth falling open and own hand stilling inside of himself, Eunhyuk had his eyes tightly shut as Tablo slowly and steadily pushing himself down on Eunhyuk, fulling sheathing the younger inside of himself. Breathing heavily, Tablo gently took ahold of Eunhyuk and rolled them over so that Eunhyuk, hand still in his own rump, was hovering over the older and still in him to the hilt.
"Move," Tablo commanded, and Eunhyuk didn't need any more coercing. Drawing out slightly before thrusting back in, Eunhyuk felt all sounds die in his throat as the heat and tightness around his cock produced almost impossible sensations. That, and the fingers currently still inside of him no longer felt in the least bit uncomfortable. Though honestly, Eunhyuk found that they'd be a bit more useful keeping him steady. Hastily removing himself from..... himself, he brought his hands down to keep himself positioned as he began shallowly thrusting into the heavily breathing body of Tablo beneath him. However, not moments later, Tablo surged up, brought Eunhyuk's body crashing to his own and rapidly rolled his hips, making all sorts of interesting colors and shapes explode in Eunhyuk's mind.
"Don't think," Tablo commanded hoarsely. "Just fuck." And really, that's exactly what Eunhyuk did, barely noticing as Tablo's fingers once more found their way to his opening, only acknowledging them as they pressed in, three this time, and he was faced with the dilemma of thrusting forward or backwards more. As it was, he somehow managed to do both, and before he knew it the double stimulation from being inside Tablo and having Tablo inside him threw him hurtling over the edge, hoarsely yelling his climax as he nearly collapsed onto Tablo, who was still breathing heavily.
Watching as the stars began to fade out of his vision, Eunhyuk became very aware of Tablo's fingers still inside him and his cock once more being stroked to life. He moaned, in both pleasure and in exhaustion, feeling his body heat up once more as he arched into the invasive and entirely welcome touch. "Just because you're my protector doesn't mean you have to do all the work, kiddo," Tablo purred against him, mouth lazily marking his neck and chest as he moaned. "Roll over."
Barely able to comply in the haze of lust and sensations currently flooding his body, Eunhyuk managed to prop himself on the bed, breathless and whimpering as Tablo's fingers left him. Those whimpers quickly turned into a sharp gasp as Tablo, having moved behind him, pushed in swiftly and fully, stretching him impossibly and leaving Eunhyuk gasping with the overall enormity of the whole thing (no pun intended). Tablo was tracing soothing circles on his hips, mouth gently kissing down his shoulders and back and Eunhyuk attempted to grasp his wits.
"Move," Eunhyuk finally gasped out. "For the love of God, Fuck me."
And fuck him Tablo did. It was a direct reflection of the majority of their activity preceding this, rough yet intimate, intense yet not cruel, and incredibly mind blowing. Eunhyuk was barely aware of the variety of explitives which dropped from his mouth, nor his moans or other sounds (though Tablo certain was). All he registered was the overwhelming pleasure and sense of 'good' which hammered through his very fibers. Tablo, in turn, was in no way shape or form holding back, giving the red head beneath him everything he asked for, every plea which fell from his lips, Tablo gave ten fold.
It was exhausting, it was explosive, and it was amazing. And then the two finally reached their point of no return, the fell with a mingling cry of release, minds wiped completely blank as their consciousness' briefly abandoned reality in an explosion of the term 'orgasm.'
Finally returning to some degree from the most mind blowing orgasm of his life, Eunhyuk found himself quite out of breath, quite hot, quite sweaty, and with a rather large person on top of him restricting any and all movement. Groaning, he attempted to roll over, causing Tablo (the large body atop him) to grunt and finally shift enough to allow the red head to attempt to properly position himself. Somehow, even in the darkness, Eunhyuk knew Tablo was looking at him, eyes half lidded and face shining. He could have said a great number of things, sappy, coy, or just random.
Instead, Eunhyuk leaned over and kissed Tablo, soundly and firmly, leaving no space for argument as his arms wound around possessively around the older.
And really, Eunhyuk didn't think he'd ever be more thankful to Donghae and his strange obsession with aliens than he was at that moment.
A/N: DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO WRITE!??!! D: D: D: Honestly, this is the third try. Goddamn piece of shit. But, it's done now. :D Also, I should be doing work (like seriously should be doing work). Also, I haven't written smut is an EXTREMELY long time, so I apologize if it's bad. I tried, and if it's poopy, I apologize. I hope the rest of it isn't poopy. I'd babble more, but I need to not fail. CHEERS!
