KiHae: Sweat (#5)

Uhm how about I fail at romantic pieces? Feel free to let me know how much I failed.

Title: Sweat (#5)
Word Count: 1036
Rating: T/PG-13 (in American standards, meaning rough kissing at worst.)
Started/Finished: 12.07.09 / 12.07.09
Music Muse: Super Junior, "Monster"
Description: Sweaty and clueless is usually how DongHae likes it.

Sweat

(Pheromone: A chemical substance secreted by an animal (...) which when released externally in small amounts causes a specific reaction, such as stimulation to mate with (...) a receiving individual of the same species.)



He's late again, DongHae duly thinks to himself.

It was such a bad idea, even from the start. KiBum had come home that afternoon declaring that he needed to train at the gym for a bit, having only swung by to drop off his things. DongHae reminded him about the dinner they were supposed to have later that day, and KiBum assured DongHae he would return before then.

I shouldn't have let him go, DongHae tells himself again, looking at the clock. They were supposed to leave ten minutes ago. Granted, they aren't incredibly late, but KiBum still needs to shower and get dressed. And granted, KiBum doesn't usually take a long time to dress, but... still, they were late!

DongHae sighs, sinking into the chair. He doesn't blame KiBum; sometimes, that man gets lost in his own little world while sparring. DongHae's always the same way with his video games; calling KiBum out on his absentmindedness would only make him a hypocrite.

Minutes pass, and DongHae's patience begins to wane. This had been the one night both of their schedules were free. They had both mutually agreed to go out for dinner, since they never really saw each other as much as DongHae wanted to. KiBum seemed supportive of the idea at the time, yet... where was he?

Eventually, after maybe another five minutes, DongHae decides to go to the gym to collect KiBum. People give him odd glances as he walks hurriedly; some point and shriek at him (being physically near a Super Junior member is enough reason for anyone to lose their sanity), while others silently acknowledge his presence but question his formal attire. The latter especially holds true in the gym, where the accepted attire is anything but what DongHae is wearing.

It doesn't take long to find KiBum. True to DongHae's predictions, the man is still sparring away, completely unaware of his surroundings. At first DongHae just stares -- KiBum's arms make it quite hard to not stare, frankly -- but after a bit he remembers why he's come.

"Kibum-ah," he says, trying to keep his tone as level as possible. However, it takes a second calling before KiBum hears anything.

"Ah, Hae!" KiBum calls out, steadying the punching bag before him. "Is it time to go?"

DongHae gives him an annoyed glare. "KiBum-ah, it's twenty minutes passed the time we agreed to leave. Don't you ever look at the time?"

KiBum's eyes widen in realization, turning to his cell phone on the far side of the room. "Ah, no, I don't really check my phone. And the clock in the room's broken."

"You promised!" DongHae whines. "And I was waiting for you and everything! Kibummie, you're so... I don't even know...."

"Babo?"

"No, just..." but DongHae trails off. Sure, babo had been a decent word to use, but in his current defiance DongHae wants to use a different word. Yet in his search for another word he absentmindedly allows himself to stare at KiBum, and it's only then he realizes how gone he really is.

The man suddenly finds himself more turned on than he's ever been in his life. The arms had been bad enough, and it was always a pain that KiBum always let them show because he knew what they did to DongHae. But now is even worse; KiBum is drenched in sweat, his skin covered with beads of it -- and even though DongHae knows the taste of sweat is not quite the tastiest of tastes, he suddenly finds himself wanting to lick it all off.

...and the black wifebeater and his drenched, messy hair don't help him at all. And since when did sweat smell so good...?

"Hae, I'm sorry," KiBum says apologetically, even tipping his head in a bow for added effect. "It's not too late, right? We'll go home, I'll get changed, and we can still--"

KiBum never finishes his sentence, for at that very moment DongHae launches himself at the man. KiBum is clueless for DongHae's sudden actions, but he doesn't question his advancements; on the contrary he takes advantage of the situation, allowing himself to completely melt in DongHae's kiss.

They pull away moments later, but not after having clashed teeth and battled with their tongues. KiBum is almost amused by the look of hunger on DongHae's face, and though he wonders where DongHae's previous frustrations of them being late had gone, he doesn't mind.

So instead of rushing home to their dinner, he takes DongHae into the arms the man loves so much and kisses him until there's nothing left of them.

It's a nicer alternative to having dinner, anyway.



They still go to dinner, though. Even though it's two hours later than the original time for their date.

"My body's going to kill me in the morning for this," KiBum says weakly. "Exercising, eating it all back, going to bed late.... I'm going to be done by tomorrow."

"Sorry, Kibummie," DongHae replies with feigned apology, though it's quite clear that DongHae clearly is not sorry for the time spent with KiBum. But KiBum isn't really complaining, either. The dinner had been nice, though it was everything before the dinner that had been best. And despite how much he worries he might be overworking himself, he knows in the end it'd have been worth it.

"Sacrifices I make," the younger man says with a shrug. "But, there is one thing I want t ask."

"Yeah?"

KiBum struggles to ask his question with a straight face. "Where the hell did all that sexual frustration come from? It's not like you don't get any, Hae. At the gym you just attacked me...."

DongHae flushes deeply; he doesn't really know the answer himself. All he knows is that a sweaty KiBum is a sexy KiBum, and with this he begins to grin deviously at the plans that begin to formulate in his mind.

KiBum doesn't notice DongHae's mischief, but DongHae doesn't mind. He likes KiBum like this best.

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(gets bricked for always having KiBum sparring)

I backed out on the sex I was planning, because I fail at writing it. Sowwy~ Maybe I'll revisit this again later. Hope you liked the lack of angst!

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