Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Shindong/Sungmin, Kangin/Shindong
Word count: 1,230
Disclaimer: Do not own, entirely fictional.
Author's notes: Originally, this was supposed to be for skittles's wishlist, but I didn't pay as close of attention as I should have. This is an updated and complete version of part one.
Kangin was known for having a knack for words (―usually). He knew exactly what to say when the cameras were on. Hell, he spoke more (and was usually more articulate) than their leader. Producers handed the microphone to Kangin by default. He’d just smile and bow, happy that they noticed his natural charms. At those times, nothing could surprise Kangin; he was never speechless.
This was not one of those times.
His mouth hung open in complete shock of the sight before him; Shindong’s head (―it had to be his, Kangin noticed the poop-head hairstyle) bobbing up and down in-between Sungmin’s legs. Sungmin biting his bottom lip trying to stifle his moans; eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. Kangin couldn’t move, he could barely breathe. He just stood in the doorway of Sungmin’s room, transfixed.
Just as he was beginning to wonder how much time had passed (―really Kangin wondered how long it would take for his entrance to be noticed), Sungmin threw his head back and thrust his hips forward, knocking the kneeling Shindong down. Kangin looked on in shock as Shindong was drenched in cum. He didn’t know if Shindong was lucky or not that he was still clothed as Sungmin shot spurt after spurt onto his chest and stomach.
The spell-bound Kangin was freed at last as Sungmin let out a yell and tried desperately to make himself decent. Shindong rolled over, stammering excuses and apologies; none of which were coherent in the least. Kangin turned and shut the door, muttering a quick ‘sorry’. He let go of the handle, his hand red from clutching it; with each pulse of Sungmin’s orgasm he’d grasped it tighter and tighter.
“Needed a little personal time?” Leeteuk came down the hall nonchalantly, taking his earrings out as he headed towards his room.
“What?” Kangin’s brain was elsewhere; Leeteuk could’ve said anything and it wouldn’t have registered at that moment.
The leader of Super Junior simply glanced down and smiled, and continued into his room, shutting the door softly. Blood finally beginning to flow back to his brain, Kangin glanced down too. He was rock hard, and very visibly so. His throat went try. Why was he turned on?
Kangin wasn’t gay. He definitely wasn’t gay.
Over the next few days, Shindong and Sungmin (―especially Sungmin) avoided Kangin. If he entered the room, they’d leave abruptly, even going so far as to cut off sentences midway during conversations with the other members. They all assumed that they were going through some sort of fight and would leave it alone, ready to step in if the feud went on for too long or interfered with rehearsals.
Even if they hadn’t avoided Kangin, he would’ve avoided them. The scene replayed in his mind over and over, even infiltrating his dreams. Usually normal dreams (―Kangin becoming the leader of Super Junior, usually) would now being run rampant by a cumming Sungmin; face flushed and bracing himself against the wall for support as every spurt drained him in more ways than one or even worse, Shindong, a mouthful of Sungmin’s seed, drooling as he talked. Kangin would wake with jolt, drenched in sweat with an aching hard-on.
“Am I doing this right?”
Shindong was speechless as he whipped around to face the older man. Kangin was thrusting his groin at him; it took Shindong a minute (―he was focused on what was flopping around beneath those sweat pants) to realize that he was doing (―or rather, attempting) the pelvic-thrust move from the Don’t Don performance.
“N-no. Not quite,” he stammered, eyes still on Kangin’s crotch. He would repeatedly thrust at him, each time asking if it was right this time, no, this time? How about now? Until Shindong finally stood up and demonstrated it for him.
“Ah, I see,” Kangin said, leaning forward to watch Shindong’s form.
“You see? Not quite so much… crotch in it.”
“Hankyung does it that way.”
Shindong probably should’ve been happy to finally be back on speaking terms with Kangin, but he remembered how stubborn (―annoying) the older man could be. Once again, Shindong’s eyes wandered below Kangin’s waist. They lingered their for a while, and when he raised his gaze again, he was startled at the sight of Kangin watching him. He’d noticed and permitted it; allowed Shindong to look at him that way. Later, Shindong would wonder why Kangin needed to go over a dance they’d performed so many times.
And so, their game of cat and mouse (―power transferred between the two seamlessly) began.
“Need help dancing, hyung?” Shindong asked the next day, entering the basement and finding Kangin rehearsing.
“No, I’m done here.” Kangin grabbed his bag and threw his towel over his shoulder. Shindong was shocked; what had changed since yesterday? Shindong danced alone for a while until he was joined by Eunhyuk and Yesung, then he went over it with them (―Eunhyuk, smile brighter! Yesung, nod twice before moving!).
When he got home Shindong dropped his things and headed lazily towards the bathroom to shower. The light was on, and steam was curling from behind the door. Shindong walked right in anyway, Leeteuk was out (―Shindong had passed him on his way in), Kyuhyun was in China, and Yesung and Eunhyuk were still in the studio; their leader had probably taken a shower before he left.
Shindong definitely didn’t expect to see a naked (―no, half-naked, he was wearing a towel) Kangin looking at himself in the mirror. Shindong walked steadily behind Kangin, noticing out of the corner of his eye how the older man's eyes followed his every step in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, and pretended to fix it as he watched Shindong undress.
When Shindong stepped into the shower, Kangin left. A smile crept across Shindong’s face (―both of their’s) as he washed, and, eventually, jerked off.
“Sungmin, I don’t think we have to worry anymore,” Shindong whispered to Sungmin as they both walked to the van after Super Junior Happy’s performance.
“Why, did Kangin say something to you about it?” Sungmin said without turning his head. He wanted to make sure no one knew what they were talking about, or even that they were.
“He… hasn’t started talking to you again?” Shindong said, mimicking Sungmin and not turning to look at him.
“No, has he started talking to you?” Sungmin whispered, moving as far away from Shindong (―and Kangin) as possible, taking a seat near Yesung. He took his phone from his pocket and audibly (―and dramatically) exhaled.
“I wonder if anyone’s called me.”
Shindong caught the hint and took out his phone so that he and Sungmin could resume their conversation through text messages. He stared at the screen for a moment then looked at Kangin, who was looking out the window. He wondered if he should tell Sungmin about what had been going on recently, but figured that if Kangin intended to keep it a secret, he should as well (―he dared not incur the wrath of his hyung).
When the two were together (―alone or not) Shindong would use every excuse to touch him; these touches getting more and more adventurous over time. So long as no one noticed (―a raised eyebrow was a red flag) Kangin would permit it. The two would part on platonic terms, however, a simple goodnight or good-bye.