Strange

A Strange Cycle

Heechul steals a cigarette out of a drawer and lights it up. He blows out the smoke as the young lady gathers up her clothes. She asks for his number and he politely tells her he can't, company policy and all. She nods, a flush on her cheeks and scurries to the door.

He considers showing her out of the room but hears him walking down the hallway. There will probably be a serious talking too but he's willing to stand it. The girl blushes even more when he comes to the door, a look of practiced suprise on his face.

Eeteuk is charming and a little fumbling in all the right ways. He offers a short bow and then directs the young lady to the door. He assures her they'll have a special pass for her during their next show and to continue to support them as a group. He also asks that she keep her interactions a secret, after all, it's fun to keep a secret.

Heechul grinds out the last of the cigarette and goes and languidly flops on the bed. Eeteuk comes back into the room, shaking his head. He gives Heechul the same lecture about their image, choosing his partners with more discrimination and keeping it in his pants. He just nods and rolls up onto his elbows.

He asks Eeteuk to take off his shirt. The elder member just sighs and shakes his head before unbuttoning and slipping it off his shoulders and draping it over the chair. He places his hands on his hips, letting Heechul just look.

The little trail of hair leading from his navel down into the dip of his pants has Heechul's eyes entranced. He pushes off his elbows and reaches out. Eeteuk stays just out his reach, fingers hooked into his belt loop. Heechul's eyes look up, imploring. Eeteuk simply shakes his head and picks up his shirt.

He tosses it to Heechul and tells him to take care of whatever other business he needed too. He had a radio show to attend to and would speak to him later about it. Eeteuk leaves, closing the door behind him and Heechul has only a memory of that tantalizing line of hair and Eeteuk's shirt clutched between his fingers.

He rolls back onto the bed, pulling the shirt over his face. The bed still smells like the female, faint and light with the flowery taste of a woman. Eeteuk's cologne easily overpowers the smell, Heechul drags it in as if it's his oxygen.

It's not long before his hand is creeping down, finding still sensitive flesh. He isn't gentle, not like he was with the girl. It's fast and hard and even hurts a little. The whole time he's feeling the sensation of Eeteuk's garment sliding over his cheeks and lips. His tongue licks at the fabric as his wrist moves faster. He comes and it's not graceful or elegant. It's messy and sticky. He gasps into the shirt and lets his body feel limp.

Heechul considers getting up but continues to just lay on his back. He knows that he'll be lectured about letting himself stay in his current state. He doesn't care. The lecture means that Eeteuk will sit on the bed with him. That makes him happy enough.

The door to his room opens a time later and a familiar shadow creeps in. Heechul slides the shirt from his face and lets it settle over his chest, leaving his lower half still nude. Eeteuk takes no notice as he sits on the bed next to the younger man.

He lectures Heechul on dignity, fan appreciation and the overall situation of his actions and how they affect the group. Heechul only half listens as his fingers stretch out to touch a little of Eeteuk's leg. The other man manages to stay out of his reach. Heechul moves a little more until his fingertips are just brushing against Eeteuk's side.

Eeteuk finishes his speech as the fingers make contact and he stands fluidly. He leaves his shirt still sitting across Heechul before telling him to get some rest. They were going to have a early day of shooting tomorrow.

Heechul watches Eeteuk leave once again, the door closing. He continues to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He sticks his fingers in his mouth and imagines as he has so many times before. It's worth it. Every slipping moment.

Two days later, he steals a cigarette out of the drawer. He blows out smoke as a young lady gathers up her clothes. She will ask for his phone number, he will refuse. He won't show her to the door because Eeteuk will come and do it for him.

And they will do the same process all over again.