Our Tears

Cupid Boy

Author : percievedfate (gina)
Original publish on : livejournal | 2011
Author notes : I seriously listened to Kylie Minogue non-stop writing this. Illusion, Cupid Boy, Slow, Like a Drug and Nu-Di-Ty for the win.

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Heechul was, for the most part, frustrated. Because Eeteuk seemed to think he could just leave him. Not leave him, leave him, there was no formal relationship to formally break up, but...He seemed to think to that he could just be friendly but not quite friendly enough for Heechul's liking for months. They'd get close, so close but Eeteuk always backed off, leaving Heechul confused and wanting more.

It was obvious that it wasn't that Eeteuk wasn't attracted to him. The flirting and touches that just strayed the boundaries of friendship, in fact not even just toeing that lines but leaping across it. 

Hell, it wasn't long ago Eeteuk had him pinned against a kitchen counter; having roughly flipped their positions which was something Heechul had always enjoyed; kissing his neck whispering about how much was going to 'make it up' to him. He had Heechul weak at the knees and pretty much putty in his hands and just when their lips had brushed together, and Heechul's body had flushed with heat and anticipation Eeteuk had pulled away, laughed and walked away with his beer to get another drag of Sungmin's joint ad join in the dance dance revolution battle.
Frankly it had massively pissed Heechul off. 

He had wanted Eeteuk to fuck him, not dance stupidly with Yesung.

He was losing his mind. They hadn't actually been together since Bangkok and that was January. It was June now and he wasn't exactly seeing anyone else. Not that he'd let Eeteuk know that, he didn't want to scare him off or make him think they were something they had never been. It was just Heechul's misfortune that he wasn't really interested in casual hook-ups with girls anymore, wasn't in a relationship and his other regular fuck buddy had actually fucked off for God only knows what amount of time, leaving him in the position where the only person he was sleeping with was Eeteuk. Only Eeteuk wasn't sleeping with him.

And frankly Heechul was not going to reply Bangkok and go crawling in his bed. He wanted Eeteuk to come to him, for the sake of his pride. The more Eeteuk pulled back the poor Heecul's confidence took a beating. He just didn't understand what he was doing wrong, why Eeteuk was refusing him. 

It was making Heechul a little crazy. Because he was becoming obsessed with Eeteuk. Trying to seduce him. Touching him. Making it clear how much he wanted him. He felt completely infatuated, if he was going to be honest. Every time they got close, like the other night in the kitchen, it completely took the wind out of Heechul. 

He got breathless, dizzy, skin tingling, heart-thumping. How much he just wanted Eeteuk to kiss him and make that first move was overwhelming. The more he tried to provoke Eeteuk the harder it hit him. He craved it. He craved Eeteuk's hands on his body.

Times like now, when they were just in the gym, he found he just couldn't tear his eyes away. Eeteuk just looked alluring as he was is a loose pair of jogging pants and a white vest, hair scruffy, a slight shimmer of heat on his skin from exercise. The others leaving the locker room, going off to another appointments in their diaries leaving the two of them alone in a back room pulling a towel and a change of clothes out of their lockers. The door clicking shut behind them. The area destined to be empty for an hour or so as a majority of the men of the company are busy elsewhere.

The air seemed so thick to Heechul he could barely breathe. Them just being alone together seemed to fill the room with static electricity. He was hyper aware of the other's body and, when he glanced slyly towards him, he could see Eeteuk was watching him. He sat himself down, leaning back against the cool bricks of the wall, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling.