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Santa Baby (Han Geng/Heechul, R)
Title: Santa Baby.
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daidetre
Recipient:zeerious
Characters/Pairings: HanChul, minor KiHae
Rating: R
Genre(s): Band-fic, romance, a bit of angst
Warnings: Sexual content
Author's Note: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I hope you enjoy this :)
Heechul sat on the sofa, swilling the eggnog round in his mug, studiously ignoring the phone lurking on the cushion next to him. He could see the reflection of twinkling fairy lights in the television, blocking his view of the programme he cared little about. It was something overly sentimental and Christmassy, designed to fill the heart with joy and love, but all it was doing was making him feel ill.
His phone buzzed again, like an insistent wasp, but he ignored it, letting it vibrate away while he stared into his mug.
“You should answer that,” Jungsu’s voice came from behind him. Heechul turned to face the blond, taking into account his rosy cheeks and happy grin, the way he hummed to himself as he poured himself another glass of wine. “It might be him.”
“Which is exactly why I’m not answering it,” Heechul muttered, absently running his fingers through his short black hair, feeling the chill of his digits against his scalp. The phone buzzed again. Jungsu sighed.
“Chul,” he said, slightly pleadingly. “It’s Christmas.”
“And you’re drunk,” Heechul stated, turning back to the television. “Go to bed, Jungsu.”
The buzzing of the phone drowned out the sound of Jungsu’s feet padding down the hall. Heechul closed his eyes and held the phone to his ear, pressing the green button, feeling his heart thudding dangerously against his ribcage.
“Xi Che,” the voice said softly, “it’s me.”
//
“So, let me get this straight,” Kyuhyun said, plonking himself down at the foot of the elder man’s bed. Heechul stopped looking through his paperwork to give him a quick annoyed glance, before returning to the sheet of statistics he had been given to sort out. “You spend years moping over Hankyung-hyung… and when he finally wants to see you, you turn him down.”
“Wow, news sure does travel fast around here,” Heechul muttered, raising an eyebrow at his paperwork, before giving the younger male a cold look. “Go and play Pokemon or whatever. I’m busy.”
Kyuhyun stared at him for a moment, then shook his head incredulously and got to his feet. When the other man was gone, Heechul sighed, unfolding his aching legs and reaching down to pull a box from under the bed. It was clean from dust, reflective of the amount of times he’d looked through it. This was the collection of his memories, of their memories, the times he and Hankyung had spent together before the younger man had changed his name back to the one his mother had given him and walked out of his life.
He smiled as he looked through the photographs, marvelling at how beautiful they once were, how happy they were despite the dark circles under their eyes and stress visible on their faces. They had each other and for a while, that was enough.
He had never stopped regretting, never stopped wondering what could have – should have been – if only he’d paid a bit more attention, listened a bit more, let the Chinese man get a word in now and then. The world knew Kim Heechul was selfish and self-centred, but he was also capable of love. He just had to learn to prioritise and sadly, that lesson had come at a price.
When he caught himself stroking absently Hankyung’s face with his thumb, staring down into those warm, hypnotising eyes, he put the box away and lay on his back staring at his ceiling. Deep down, Heechul knew Kyuhyun and the others were right, that he was being stupid and stubborn, though he wasn’t about to admit that anytime soon.
He smiled again as Heebum settled herself on his chest, curling up into a warm, purring, fluffy ball. Everything would be okay, with or without Han Geng.
//
“Look, hyung,” Siwon giggled manically between his words, poking the older male to get his attention. “Hyung, look... Hyung… Heechul-hyung… Chul, look.”
“What?!” Heechul growled, his patience finally snapping, turning to face the bushy browed man beside him. He rarely shouted at Siwon, but he had been trying to have a conversation with Sungmin and Zhou Mi about Important Things, such as shoes and hairstyles and couldn’t concentrate with the excessive giggling in his ear. The younger male was seemingly unfazed, however.
“Chicken asshole!” Siwon said, pointing at the English translation on the menu, still cackling as if it were the most hilarious thing in the universe. Heechul stared at him for a second, before snorting loudly. Apparently Siwon’s laughter was somehow infectious, as he found himself unable to stop until his eyes were wet with tears.
Siwon grinned at him, before pulling him into a tight hug. Heechul couldn’t imagine life without Siwon. He had always been his rock, the one who would always know the perfect thing to say or do, the one who would hold his hand in the darkest hours. He could survive almost anything, with Siwon by his side.
He had to admit that the evening was nice, that it was great being able to see everyone – even Youngwoon and Kibum – and settle down for a relaxed Christmas meal, without worrying about the washing up afterwards. It was also nice to get away from the dormitory and their management and be the boys they once were before they grew into tired men, laughing and arguing about stupid things, fighting over paper hats and sneakily stealing food off of each other’s plates. There was something about Christmas that brought out the child in everyone.
He smiled as he watched Donghae and Kibum talking, finally getting the chance to spend some time together, Kibum’s thumb stroking the back of Donghae’s hand delicately. His heart wanted the same thing, longed to feel loved again, but his brain knew it just wasn’t possible.
Kibum and Donghae weren’t in the same group anymore, but at least Kibum was local. Han Geng was hundreds of miles away; dead set on his career and his success, constantly aware just how well he was doing without them and without Heechul.
It was something Heechul had come to terms with, back when Han Geng had released his album, back when he realised Hankyung didn’t exist anymore. But, to say it didn’t sting a little, knowing how much better the younger man looked and sounded without the stress of a relationship with Kim Heechul, would be a lie.
//
The sound of rustling brought Heechul out of his light sleep and he blinked into the darkness a couple of times, before deciding it was probably one of the cats. He rolled over, sticking his face in his pillow and tried to drift off again. He was in that pleasant haze, floating somewhere between sleep and consciousness when he heard another noise – a cough.
He sat bolt upright, staring ahead with a slightly panicked expression. It wasn’t like the others to come into his room uninvited, not if they wanted to stay on his good side. But, then again, it was Christmas day. They did have a tendency to become overexcited.
“Yah!” he said, glaring around his room. “I’m not opening presents at half four in the morning.”
“Ah,” a soft, accented voice said and Heechul’s eyes widened, “but what if it’s something you really want?”
Heechul reached for his bedside lamp, switching it on and filling the room with light. He snorted at the sight in front of him, despite the thumping of his heart and the butterflies in his stomach. Han Geng was sitting in his desk chair, dressed from head to toe as Santa Claus, Heebum sitting on his lap.
“Traitor,” Heechul said to his cat, who simply blinked at him sleepily.
“Aha, she still loves me, Chul,” the younger man said, in a voice that made Heechul want to punch him. “Like owner, like cat.”
The older man glared at him, but it was half-hearted. The freedom had done wonders for Han Geng and if Heechul thought he had looked good before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. His skin was a healthy tanned colour, no dark circles under his eyes, no stress visible in his eyes. Heechul swallowed.
“You look weird, Chul,” Han Geng stated, his eyes smiling brightly. “So macho, but still so pretty.”
“Is that a compliment in China?” Heechul said snidely. “Telling someone they look weird. So charming.”
Han Geng laughed and Heechul felt the familiar sound wash over him, the butterflies fluttering even more. “Still as bad tempered as ever, I see.”
Heechul scowled at the Chinese male as he got up, the cat jumping to the floor and shooting him an equally scathing glare. He crossed over to the bed where the older man was still sitting, mostly covered by his blanket, and sat down next to him.
“I told you I didn’t want to see you, Han Geng,” the Korean frowned at the man beside him.
“Teuk told me differently,” Han Geng said, smiling softly at him, chuckling at the scandalised look on the elder’s face. “I’ve missed you so much, Chul. Really, I have. It’s been too long.”
“And whose fault is that?” Heechul snorted and the younger male suddenly became serious.
“I had no choice, Heechul,” he stated, frowning. “You know that.”
“I know,” the short-haired male looked down at his hands, which were folded in his lap, feeling his cheeks grow hotter. “I’m sorry… I should have helped you. All I did was make things worse.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Han Geng said, brushing his thumb against Heechul’s cheek before lifting his chin up with his hand. “You did nothing wrong. Besides, let’s not dwell on the past. I want a fresh start for the new year.”
He pressed his lips against the older man’s and immediately, they both melted into each other, both of them realising just how much they’d missed this. Heechul’s hand explored the terrains of the younger man’s face, their lips working against each other to fill their hearts with a warm fuzzy feeling, Hankyung holding the older man close as if afraid to let him go for a millisecond.
When they finally came apart, panting slightly and smiling dazedly, Heechul noticed he’d somehow ended on his back, Hankyung hovering above him and it felt right. Even after all this time, it felt familiar and comforting, having a pair of strong arms wrapped around him.
“I want my present now, Santa,” Heechul whispered, his voice hoarse.
Hankyung smiled and bent down for another kiss.
//
The pleasure was addictive, making every nerve end tingle with delight, every hair standing on end. Heechul gasped into Hankyung’s neck, the slow pace filling his brain with dizziness, the sweet musk of the other man’s skin intoxicating and delicious, something almost forbidden but oh so good. He loved watching every emotion that played over the other man’s face, eyes locked together as they moved in unison, the bed creaking slightly beneath them. They held each other tightly, relishing the feeling of skin against skin, the feeling of being completely connected, both mentally and physically.
Heechul had missed the sensation of the younger man inside of him, providing him with pleasure and passion, the relaxed pace allowing him to feel every movement of Hankyung’s hips. Their lips searched each other’s skin relentlessly, Hankyung sucking on Heechul’s neck as if it were a delicious treat, groaning against his throat. Heechul’s nails dug into the other man’s back, leaving little crescent shaped marks on the tanned skin, but neither of them noticed, not when they both tensed, the world going white as they reached completion together.
//
Heechul woke to the sound of yelling, probably Donghae or Hyukjae, about whose presents were whose and Jungsu’s pleads for the others to calm down and act like adults. He groaned around and rolled over, coming face to face with Hankyung, who smiled warmly at him, before stretching and wrapping his arms around Heechul’s delicate frame. The older man relaxed into his embrace and closed his eyes, feeling truly content for the first time in years.
“Don’t you wanna go open your presents?” Hankyung said, rubbing Heechul’s bare back slowly and gently.
“Nah,” Heechul said, snuggling deeper into the blankets and the younger man’s chest. “I have everything I want right here.”
Author:
daidetreRecipient:
zeeriousCharacters/Pairings: HanChul, minor KiHae
Rating: R
Genre(s): Band-fic, romance, a bit of angst
Warnings: Sexual content
Author's Note: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I hope you enjoy this :)
Heechul sat on the sofa, swilling the eggnog round in his mug, studiously ignoring the phone lurking on the cushion next to him. He could see the reflection of twinkling fairy lights in the television, blocking his view of the programme he cared little about. It was something overly sentimental and Christmassy, designed to fill the heart with joy and love, but all it was doing was making him feel ill.
His phone buzzed again, like an insistent wasp, but he ignored it, letting it vibrate away while he stared into his mug.
“You should answer that,” Jungsu’s voice came from behind him. Heechul turned to face the blond, taking into account his rosy cheeks and happy grin, the way he hummed to himself as he poured himself another glass of wine. “It might be him.”
“Which is exactly why I’m not answering it,” Heechul muttered, absently running his fingers through his short black hair, feeling the chill of his digits against his scalp. The phone buzzed again. Jungsu sighed.
“Chul,” he said, slightly pleadingly. “It’s Christmas.”
“And you’re drunk,” Heechul stated, turning back to the television. “Go to bed, Jungsu.”
The buzzing of the phone drowned out the sound of Jungsu’s feet padding down the hall. Heechul closed his eyes and held the phone to his ear, pressing the green button, feeling his heart thudding dangerously against his ribcage.
“Xi Che,” the voice said softly, “it’s me.”
//
“So, let me get this straight,” Kyuhyun said, plonking himself down at the foot of the elder man’s bed. Heechul stopped looking through his paperwork to give him a quick annoyed glance, before returning to the sheet of statistics he had been given to sort out. “You spend years moping over Hankyung-hyung… and when he finally wants to see you, you turn him down.”
“Wow, news sure does travel fast around here,” Heechul muttered, raising an eyebrow at his paperwork, before giving the younger male a cold look. “Go and play Pokemon or whatever. I’m busy.”
Kyuhyun stared at him for a moment, then shook his head incredulously and got to his feet. When the other man was gone, Heechul sighed, unfolding his aching legs and reaching down to pull a box from under the bed. It was clean from dust, reflective of the amount of times he’d looked through it. This was the collection of his memories, of their memories, the times he and Hankyung had spent together before the younger man had changed his name back to the one his mother had given him and walked out of his life.
He smiled as he looked through the photographs, marvelling at how beautiful they once were, how happy they were despite the dark circles under their eyes and stress visible on their faces. They had each other and for a while, that was enough.
He had never stopped regretting, never stopped wondering what could have – should have been – if only he’d paid a bit more attention, listened a bit more, let the Chinese man get a word in now and then. The world knew Kim Heechul was selfish and self-centred, but he was also capable of love. He just had to learn to prioritise and sadly, that lesson had come at a price.
When he caught himself stroking absently Hankyung’s face with his thumb, staring down into those warm, hypnotising eyes, he put the box away and lay on his back staring at his ceiling. Deep down, Heechul knew Kyuhyun and the others were right, that he was being stupid and stubborn, though he wasn’t about to admit that anytime soon.
He smiled again as Heebum settled herself on his chest, curling up into a warm, purring, fluffy ball. Everything would be okay, with or without Han Geng.
//
“Look, hyung,” Siwon giggled manically between his words, poking the older male to get his attention. “Hyung, look... Hyung… Heechul-hyung… Chul, look.”
“What?!” Heechul growled, his patience finally snapping, turning to face the bushy browed man beside him. He rarely shouted at Siwon, but he had been trying to have a conversation with Sungmin and Zhou Mi about Important Things, such as shoes and hairstyles and couldn’t concentrate with the excessive giggling in his ear. The younger male was seemingly unfazed, however.
“Chicken asshole!” Siwon said, pointing at the English translation on the menu, still cackling as if it were the most hilarious thing in the universe. Heechul stared at him for a second, before snorting loudly. Apparently Siwon’s laughter was somehow infectious, as he found himself unable to stop until his eyes were wet with tears.
Siwon grinned at him, before pulling him into a tight hug. Heechul couldn’t imagine life without Siwon. He had always been his rock, the one who would always know the perfect thing to say or do, the one who would hold his hand in the darkest hours. He could survive almost anything, with Siwon by his side.
He had to admit that the evening was nice, that it was great being able to see everyone – even Youngwoon and Kibum – and settle down for a relaxed Christmas meal, without worrying about the washing up afterwards. It was also nice to get away from the dormitory and their management and be the boys they once were before they grew into tired men, laughing and arguing about stupid things, fighting over paper hats and sneakily stealing food off of each other’s plates. There was something about Christmas that brought out the child in everyone.
He smiled as he watched Donghae and Kibum talking, finally getting the chance to spend some time together, Kibum’s thumb stroking the back of Donghae’s hand delicately. His heart wanted the same thing, longed to feel loved again, but his brain knew it just wasn’t possible.
Kibum and Donghae weren’t in the same group anymore, but at least Kibum was local. Han Geng was hundreds of miles away; dead set on his career and his success, constantly aware just how well he was doing without them and without Heechul.
It was something Heechul had come to terms with, back when Han Geng had released his album, back when he realised Hankyung didn’t exist anymore. But, to say it didn’t sting a little, knowing how much better the younger man looked and sounded without the stress of a relationship with Kim Heechul, would be a lie.
//
The sound of rustling brought Heechul out of his light sleep and he blinked into the darkness a couple of times, before deciding it was probably one of the cats. He rolled over, sticking his face in his pillow and tried to drift off again. He was in that pleasant haze, floating somewhere between sleep and consciousness when he heard another noise – a cough.
He sat bolt upright, staring ahead with a slightly panicked expression. It wasn’t like the others to come into his room uninvited, not if they wanted to stay on his good side. But, then again, it was Christmas day. They did have a tendency to become overexcited.
“Yah!” he said, glaring around his room. “I’m not opening presents at half four in the morning.”
“Ah,” a soft, accented voice said and Heechul’s eyes widened, “but what if it’s something you really want?”
Heechul reached for his bedside lamp, switching it on and filling the room with light. He snorted at the sight in front of him, despite the thumping of his heart and the butterflies in his stomach. Han Geng was sitting in his desk chair, dressed from head to toe as Santa Claus, Heebum sitting on his lap.
“Traitor,” Heechul said to his cat, who simply blinked at him sleepily.
“Aha, she still loves me, Chul,” the younger man said, in a voice that made Heechul want to punch him. “Like owner, like cat.”
The older man glared at him, but it was half-hearted. The freedom had done wonders for Han Geng and if Heechul thought he had looked good before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. His skin was a healthy tanned colour, no dark circles under his eyes, no stress visible in his eyes. Heechul swallowed.
“You look weird, Chul,” Han Geng stated, his eyes smiling brightly. “So macho, but still so pretty.”
“Is that a compliment in China?” Heechul said snidely. “Telling someone they look weird. So charming.”
Han Geng laughed and Heechul felt the familiar sound wash over him, the butterflies fluttering even more. “Still as bad tempered as ever, I see.”
Heechul scowled at the Chinese male as he got up, the cat jumping to the floor and shooting him an equally scathing glare. He crossed over to the bed where the older man was still sitting, mostly covered by his blanket, and sat down next to him.
“I told you I didn’t want to see you, Han Geng,” the Korean frowned at the man beside him.
“Teuk told me differently,” Han Geng said, smiling softly at him, chuckling at the scandalised look on the elder’s face. “I’ve missed you so much, Chul. Really, I have. It’s been too long.”
“And whose fault is that?” Heechul snorted and the younger male suddenly became serious.
“I had no choice, Heechul,” he stated, frowning. “You know that.”
“I know,” the short-haired male looked down at his hands, which were folded in his lap, feeling his cheeks grow hotter. “I’m sorry… I should have helped you. All I did was make things worse.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Han Geng said, brushing his thumb against Heechul’s cheek before lifting his chin up with his hand. “You did nothing wrong. Besides, let’s not dwell on the past. I want a fresh start for the new year.”
He pressed his lips against the older man’s and immediately, they both melted into each other, both of them realising just how much they’d missed this. Heechul’s hand explored the terrains of the younger man’s face, their lips working against each other to fill their hearts with a warm fuzzy feeling, Hankyung holding the older man close as if afraid to let him go for a millisecond.
When they finally came apart, panting slightly and smiling dazedly, Heechul noticed he’d somehow ended on his back, Hankyung hovering above him and it felt right. Even after all this time, it felt familiar and comforting, having a pair of strong arms wrapped around him.
“I want my present now, Santa,” Heechul whispered, his voice hoarse.
Hankyung smiled and bent down for another kiss.
//
The pleasure was addictive, making every nerve end tingle with delight, every hair standing on end. Heechul gasped into Hankyung’s neck, the slow pace filling his brain with dizziness, the sweet musk of the other man’s skin intoxicating and delicious, something almost forbidden but oh so good. He loved watching every emotion that played over the other man’s face, eyes locked together as they moved in unison, the bed creaking slightly beneath them. They held each other tightly, relishing the feeling of skin against skin, the feeling of being completely connected, both mentally and physically.
Heechul had missed the sensation of the younger man inside of him, providing him with pleasure and passion, the relaxed pace allowing him to feel every movement of Hankyung’s hips. Their lips searched each other’s skin relentlessly, Hankyung sucking on Heechul’s neck as if it were a delicious treat, groaning against his throat. Heechul’s nails dug into the other man’s back, leaving little crescent shaped marks on the tanned skin, but neither of them noticed, not when they both tensed, the world going white as they reached completion together.
//
Heechul woke to the sound of yelling, probably Donghae or Hyukjae, about whose presents were whose and Jungsu’s pleads for the others to calm down and act like adults. He groaned around and rolled over, coming face to face with Hankyung, who smiled warmly at him, before stretching and wrapping his arms around Heechul’s delicate frame. The older man relaxed into his embrace and closed his eyes, feeling truly content for the first time in years.
“Don’t you wanna go open your presents?” Hankyung said, rubbing Heechul’s bare back slowly and gently.
“Nah,” Heechul said, snuggling deeper into the blankets and the younger man’s chest. “I have everything I want right here.”