[Fic] Balk
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coley_merrinTitle: Balk - Baseball AU part 4
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kibum/Donghae
Genre: AU, baseball
Summary: On the field, they were a team... Off the field, it's anyone's game.
Fic Archive
Part One ** Part Two ** Part Three ** Part Four ** Part Five
***
Donghae moaned against him, hips and bodies entertwined. Perfect rhythm, rocking and grinding until Donghae’s throat vibrated against his hand.
Why had he waited for this? Donghae was all but begging, eyes melted dark, and seductive in a way that Kibum could not imagine coming from the smiling man who was usually beside him. He cruised his palms against Donghae’s jaw, tracing Donghae’s lips with his mouth, the lips that could sulk and grin, transforming a face wide-eyed and innocent into something close to heaven...
There was no other explanation to why he felt so happy when he saw that smile...
But now Donghae’s lips were kiss-swollen and red, and maybe he should’ve felt contrite about that, but he didn’t. Couldn’t, as he pressed close and tasted, feeling the flicker of Donghae’s tongue against his lips.
“Kibum,” Donghae whispered, waiting for Kibum’s eyes to meet his with a coy sort of humor.
Kibum gasped as their hips began a different sort of rhythm.
“Donghae,” he moaned, and kissed him again, hands racing down Donghae’s body.
He woke, hot and horny, the echo of Donghae’s name in his mouth...and a tongue tracing his.
He was kissing someone who was wearing Donghae’s cologne.
Their mouths parted wetly, abruptly, and he could make out Donghae’s face in the darkness of the room.
Donghae’s hand was clutched in his hair, and one of Kibum’s hands, from the expanse of soft skin against it, was absolutely down the back of Donghae’s boxers.
“...Are you awake?” Kibum whispered.
“Yes?” Donghae asked, sounding rightfully confused.
Kibum’s hips shifted and he froze, realizing not only was he hard against Donghae’s hip, but so was Donghae. Hard and aroused enough that even that small movement brought a little moan from Donghae’s lips. His parted, moist lips that were just an invitation away...
He rolled, clambering to his feet in search of Donghae’s pants.
“Whatcha looking for?” Donghae asked and Kibum’s back tensed.
“Your room key,” he said shortly. That key was the portal to salvation. He found the pants behind the other bed.
“Hey!” Donghae protested as Kibum dragged up upright out of the bed, clearly not happy about being manhandled.
“Good night,” Kibum said, shoving Donghae’s pants into his chest, and pushing the whole package straight out of his door.
Donghae was gaping at him. “Hey, Kibum, you can’t...!”
The shut door muffled the words somewhat, as Donghae hit the door repeatedly with the flat of his hand.
Kibum flopped face down on the bed, prepared to ignore it at length.
He ignored the way his hips jittered at the lingering taste of Donghae’s mouth. He focused on breathing, and not the fact that Donghae had been hard against him. Everything Kibum had been wanting had been right there...
And he had just kicked him out of his room.
***
Siwon looked a little more tired than usual as Kibum entered the clubhouse, which he spent at least a quarter of a second pondering since Siwon was known for being so fastidious in his sleeping habits.
“Hey,” Siwon said, following Kibum to his area. He stood staring at Kibum with sort of drawn brows that left no doubt that he wanted to Say Something.
“Hey?” Kibum said warily.
“Next time,” Siwon said, sounding a bit weary, “when you turn Donghae out into the hallway without his key, make sure he knows where to find a room that isn’t mine.”
Kibum stared. “I gave him his pants. He...”
“There was no key in the pants you gave him. They were your pants. We figured that out after I turned out all the pockets - so he could go to his room and leave mine. So he just ended up staying.”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“Did he say why I kicked him out?”
Kibum wasn’t positive that he wanted to know. He had been rattled, if shoving Donghae out the door with the wrong pair of pants was any indication.
“You needed alone time.” Siwon smiled a bit wryly. “At least he did find a teammate and not a random hotel guest.”
Which was why they booked rooms in blocks, Kibum thought.
“Thanks for letting him stay.”
Kibum cursed himself for the next ten minutes for those words, as he dressed and walked out onto the field. Thanks for letting him stay, as though Kibum had some extra reason to be thankful, as though Siwon were not just as much his teammate. Of course Siwon was a nice guy, and just took it at face value, since it had been Kibum’s fault, but that didn’t mean that Kibum couldn’t obsess about it. Better that than the heat Donghae’s hands had spread through him.
It was his own damn fault, in a number of ways. As soon as those dreams had started up again, he knew Donghae couldn’t be allowed to sleep near him any more. Even if it was in a totally separate bed. But Donghae had shown up at his door with a dvd and smile, and Kibum’s arm was made of jelly, letting him pass by without protest.
Donghae had fallen asleep on Kibum’s shoulder, and that had been the end of movie watching for Kibum. The line of Donghae’s nose, the dark sweep of his eyelashes, the curve of his ear... All far more interesting that the tepid action on the TV screen. He was sure there had been some kind of stupid smile on his face as he had contemplated Donghae. Again, with the smiles...
He scowled as he stood from stretching. So instead of doing what he could to prevent it, he had invited it, turning down the lights, and spreading the blanket over them both, and waking with his hands and his mouth just where they had wanted to be.
He’d gotten his taste, and then what?
“Look at those guns,” Donghae said, wrapping both hands around Kibum’s upper arm as he came up beside him.
Kibum jerked away, shocked at Donghae’s proximity. His contact. His...satisfied grin?
“What are you doing?”
“I keep telling you to share your workout tips,” Donghae said, ignoring him. “Would I look weird with muscles like yours?”
Kibum was momentarily distracted, eyeing Donghae’s perfectly fine arms.
No. Distance. Distance to forget. Let things cool.
“I gotta go,” Kibum muttered.
“Hey, Kibum, about last night...”
They were in the middle of the damn field, and Donghae was holding his arm, and he really, really needed to leave.
“I can’t...”
“You have to talk to me!” Donghae said, hand slipping from Kibum’s shoulder.
“Look, there’s nothing to talk about. Forget it ever happened. It’ll never happen again. Focus on the game. Let’s win today.”
He tried to push Donghae’s frown out of his mind as he jogged toward the dugout.
***
They were ahead by two runs, and with eight innings behind them, Kibum was starting to feel optimistic. Both he and Donghae had been perfectly normal while playing, watching for cues from the dugout and adjusting their positions. Their teamwork was impeccable.
As he stepped up to bat, he realized something. All he had to do what follow his own advice: Forget it happened. Put distance between them in every respect but during practice and games. Maybe finding some kind of one night stand would help. Exorcise some demons.
He breathed deep and watched the pitcher begin his windup.
His hands loosened on the bat as the ball slipped out of the pitcher’s hand, moving directly at Kibum’s head instead of toward the catcher’s waiting mitt. He dropped back, trying to catch himself and failing, sprawling back onto the grass like a sack of concrete, the wind knocked out of him. His helmet had gone rolling, and the sun was blocked as someone crouched beside him, grasping a forearm to help him sit.
“You okay?” Donghae asked.
Donghae had been the closest of his teammates, warming up to bat after Kibum, and the first to Kibum’s side. Donghae was the closest of Kibum’s teammates in ways he couldn’t count. Baseball had never been a solitary game. And neither was he.
He had a sinking feeling, as he stared into Donghae’s eyes, that no matter what he told himself, or what he tried, he couldn’t make it go away. He couldn’t forget.
Donghae helped him to stand, handing him his batting helmet as Kibum finished adjusting the plastic guard at his elbow.
What to do about it was edged out of his mind as he gripped the bat and stepped into the batter’s box.
He had two strikes left.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kibum/Donghae
Genre: AU, baseball
Summary: On the field, they were a team... Off the field, it's anyone's game.
Fic Archive
Part One ** Part Two ** Part Three ** Part Four ** Part Five
***
Donghae moaned against him, hips and bodies entertwined. Perfect rhythm, rocking and grinding until Donghae’s throat vibrated against his hand.
Why had he waited for this? Donghae was all but begging, eyes melted dark, and seductive in a way that Kibum could not imagine coming from the smiling man who was usually beside him. He cruised his palms against Donghae’s jaw, tracing Donghae’s lips with his mouth, the lips that could sulk and grin, transforming a face wide-eyed and innocent into something close to heaven...
There was no other explanation to why he felt so happy when he saw that smile...
But now Donghae’s lips were kiss-swollen and red, and maybe he should’ve felt contrite about that, but he didn’t. Couldn’t, as he pressed close and tasted, feeling the flicker of Donghae’s tongue against his lips.
“Kibum,” Donghae whispered, waiting for Kibum’s eyes to meet his with a coy sort of humor.
Kibum gasped as their hips began a different sort of rhythm.
“Donghae,” he moaned, and kissed him again, hands racing down Donghae’s body.
He woke, hot and horny, the echo of Donghae’s name in his mouth...and a tongue tracing his.
He was kissing someone who was wearing Donghae’s cologne.
Their mouths parted wetly, abruptly, and he could make out Donghae’s face in the darkness of the room.
Donghae’s hand was clutched in his hair, and one of Kibum’s hands, from the expanse of soft skin against it, was absolutely down the back of Donghae’s boxers.
“...Are you awake?” Kibum whispered.
“Yes?” Donghae asked, sounding rightfully confused.
Kibum’s hips shifted and he froze, realizing not only was he hard against Donghae’s hip, but so was Donghae. Hard and aroused enough that even that small movement brought a little moan from Donghae’s lips. His parted, moist lips that were just an invitation away...
He rolled, clambering to his feet in search of Donghae’s pants.
“Whatcha looking for?” Donghae asked and Kibum’s back tensed.
“Your room key,” he said shortly. That key was the portal to salvation. He found the pants behind the other bed.
“Hey!” Donghae protested as Kibum dragged up upright out of the bed, clearly not happy about being manhandled.
“Good night,” Kibum said, shoving Donghae’s pants into his chest, and pushing the whole package straight out of his door.
Donghae was gaping at him. “Hey, Kibum, you can’t...!”
The shut door muffled the words somewhat, as Donghae hit the door repeatedly with the flat of his hand.
Kibum flopped face down on the bed, prepared to ignore it at length.
He ignored the way his hips jittered at the lingering taste of Donghae’s mouth. He focused on breathing, and not the fact that Donghae had been hard against him. Everything Kibum had been wanting had been right there...
And he had just kicked him out of his room.
***
Siwon looked a little more tired than usual as Kibum entered the clubhouse, which he spent at least a quarter of a second pondering since Siwon was known for being so fastidious in his sleeping habits.
“Hey,” Siwon said, following Kibum to his area. He stood staring at Kibum with sort of drawn brows that left no doubt that he wanted to Say Something.
“Hey?” Kibum said warily.
“Next time,” Siwon said, sounding a bit weary, “when you turn Donghae out into the hallway without his key, make sure he knows where to find a room that isn’t mine.”
Kibum stared. “I gave him his pants. He...”
“There was no key in the pants you gave him. They were your pants. We figured that out after I turned out all the pockets - so he could go to his room and leave mine. So he just ended up staying.”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“Did he say why I kicked him out?”
Kibum wasn’t positive that he wanted to know. He had been rattled, if shoving Donghae out the door with the wrong pair of pants was any indication.
“You needed alone time.” Siwon smiled a bit wryly. “At least he did find a teammate and not a random hotel guest.”
Which was why they booked rooms in blocks, Kibum thought.
“Thanks for letting him stay.”
Kibum cursed himself for the next ten minutes for those words, as he dressed and walked out onto the field. Thanks for letting him stay, as though Kibum had some extra reason to be thankful, as though Siwon were not just as much his teammate. Of course Siwon was a nice guy, and just took it at face value, since it had been Kibum’s fault, but that didn’t mean that Kibum couldn’t obsess about it. Better that than the heat Donghae’s hands had spread through him.
It was his own damn fault, in a number of ways. As soon as those dreams had started up again, he knew Donghae couldn’t be allowed to sleep near him any more. Even if it was in a totally separate bed. But Donghae had shown up at his door with a dvd and smile, and Kibum’s arm was made of jelly, letting him pass by without protest.
Donghae had fallen asleep on Kibum’s shoulder, and that had been the end of movie watching for Kibum. The line of Donghae’s nose, the dark sweep of his eyelashes, the curve of his ear... All far more interesting that the tepid action on the TV screen. He was sure there had been some kind of stupid smile on his face as he had contemplated Donghae. Again, with the smiles...
He scowled as he stood from stretching. So instead of doing what he could to prevent it, he had invited it, turning down the lights, and spreading the blanket over them both, and waking with his hands and his mouth just where they had wanted to be.
He’d gotten his taste, and then what?
“Look at those guns,” Donghae said, wrapping both hands around Kibum’s upper arm as he came up beside him.
Kibum jerked away, shocked at Donghae’s proximity. His contact. His...satisfied grin?
“What are you doing?”
“I keep telling you to share your workout tips,” Donghae said, ignoring him. “Would I look weird with muscles like yours?”
Kibum was momentarily distracted, eyeing Donghae’s perfectly fine arms.
No. Distance. Distance to forget. Let things cool.
“I gotta go,” Kibum muttered.
“Hey, Kibum, about last night...”
They were in the middle of the damn field, and Donghae was holding his arm, and he really, really needed to leave.
“I can’t...”
“You have to talk to me!” Donghae said, hand slipping from Kibum’s shoulder.
“Look, there’s nothing to talk about. Forget it ever happened. It’ll never happen again. Focus on the game. Let’s win today.”
He tried to push Donghae’s frown out of his mind as he jogged toward the dugout.
***
They were ahead by two runs, and with eight innings behind them, Kibum was starting to feel optimistic. Both he and Donghae had been perfectly normal while playing, watching for cues from the dugout and adjusting their positions. Their teamwork was impeccable.
As he stepped up to bat, he realized something. All he had to do what follow his own advice: Forget it happened. Put distance between them in every respect but during practice and games. Maybe finding some kind of one night stand would help. Exorcise some demons.
He breathed deep and watched the pitcher begin his windup.
His hands loosened on the bat as the ball slipped out of the pitcher’s hand, moving directly at Kibum’s head instead of toward the catcher’s waiting mitt. He dropped back, trying to catch himself and failing, sprawling back onto the grass like a sack of concrete, the wind knocked out of him. His helmet had gone rolling, and the sun was blocked as someone crouched beside him, grasping a forearm to help him sit.
“You okay?” Donghae asked.
Donghae had been the closest of his teammates, warming up to bat after Kibum, and the first to Kibum’s side. Donghae was the closest of Kibum’s teammates in ways he couldn’t count. Baseball had never been a solitary game. And neither was he.
He had a sinking feeling, as he stared into Donghae’s eyes, that no matter what he told himself, or what he tried, he couldn’t make it go away. He couldn’t forget.
Donghae helped him to stand, handing him his batting helmet as Kibum finished adjusting the plastic guard at his elbow.
What to do about it was edged out of his mind as he gripped the bat and stepped into the batter’s box.
He had two strikes left.
***
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Date: 2009-07-04 08:19 am (UTC)alkejlkcjelksm. WANT MOAR D:
Stupid Kibum. Why on EARTH would you throw a guy out like Donghae?! D:
I'll be anticipatin the next chapter :DD
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Date: 2009-07-04 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-04 09:28 am (UTC)Oh, Kibum... his immediate panic. Clearly was not in his right mind. XD I'll be working on the next. x.x
Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-04 08:43 am (UTC)tyring to forget never helps.
love you for updating so fast!
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Date: 2009-07-04 09:45 am (UTC)Forgetting is like trying not to eat. Not getting far! XD
Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-04 08:55 am (UTC)and random shiwon! my three fav guys - what position does he play? I picture him as an outfielder, cuz I think him and Kangin would be the homerun hitters. Or a pitcher, but then he couldn't be a homerun hitter...in a sense. or i'll just wait until you finally tell us who plays what position!!
anyways, does that mean donghae attacked kibum while bummie was sleeping?!?! sneaky little fella! <3
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Date: 2009-07-04 09:47 am (UTC)Probably mutual attacking. XD If Kibum was saying his name in his sleep, who could resist? >.>
Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-04 09:14 am (UTC)THEY ARE SO HOT. WHY ARE THEY SO HOT? Why is Donghae such a tease (and on a totally different topic, if you watch the new Ariel Lin MV called Firefly, why is Donghae the perfect boyfriend?, but I am slightly biased. Just a little.)? Why is your writing so good? Why are Kibum's arms made of sex?!
Mmm those guns. :9
alskaksd and your baseball analogies. ♥ Well done. I can barely stand waiting for more. Thank you for even inadvertently making my day a lot better. :)
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Date: 2009-07-04 10:15 am (UTC)Regarding Firefly...Um... The sneaking-up umbrella scene had me wanting to take Donghae home right then and there. (I had Siwon in my pocket already anyway. >.>) Seriously, though. The whole of it was so adorable. Oh Donghae. <3
Kibum deserves a little teasing for kicking the poor thing out of his room, probably, lol. Kibum's arms have no explanation... (Baseball analogies could write smut over and again not even using bases as reference, lol) I'm gearing the brain to the next piece. Striking out isn't an option. XD XD
Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-06 01:41 am (UTC)I will upload a new icon featuring Kibum's arms of sex! And then I will come back and comment with it until you feel the need to make Donghae grope them in your fics, haha.
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Date: 2009-07-06 08:08 am (UTC)lol... Kibum's arms are welcome. I will gather ammunition for when Donghae has to feel him up in the river. :3
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Date: 2009-07-06 08:14 am (UTC)...feeling him up in a river? Don't be a tease! :( When should I eagerly await your next posting?
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Date: 2009-07-06 08:19 am (UTC)The selkie idea, right? XD There must be water. And
covert gropingteaching Kibum to swim...?Just posted baseball arc fic a bit ago. Now I've got to tie myself down and get to that river, lol...
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Date: 2009-07-06 08:34 am (UTC)Is torn on your HenHae btw. My heart shudders a little bit at how adorable they are and how wrong they are in my head, sob. I'm beyond saving.
I'll just go read your baseball fic now. :D
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Date: 2009-07-06 08:46 am (UTC)Henry in my head is just too cute and too young to be out being a big boy. D: Well, I tell myself that anyway. ;_; At least it's not going to be an epic. -_-;
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Date: 2009-07-04 02:57 pm (UTC)but yeah.. kibum is always stupid like that.. really.. why throw him out when you have what u want right then and there...
wait.. im not sure about baseball rules
as i only played high school softballbut isn't it that if the batter gets hit by the pitch, he gets a walk? or at least its a ball? unless kibum's head was right around the strike area.. which would be weird >.< lolp.s. why are kibum's dreams so hot? and why is kihae so hot? <3
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Date: 2009-07-05 01:47 am (UTC)Yes, I didn't note he'd seen a couple pitches before almost getting beaned. So he probably had a ball and a strike on him. That pitch was most certainly a ball. XD
Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-05 12:05 am (UTC)The next part should be longer~ Haha. :D
This is the best thing to read while eating chicken btw. I have NO clue why. xD
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Date: 2009-07-05 02:29 am (UTC)I am going to have sit and mull over what the next part is going to BE for it to be longer. XD XD Gonna have to put on some music and start daydreaming it up here shortly. XD XD
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Date: 2009-07-05 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-08 08:21 am (UTC)Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-05 10:37 pm (UTC)why Kibum? why??? why whould you kick him out?? well i get why you did but shouldn't you at least talk to him?!?!?!?!?!
gahhhh!!!
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Date: 2009-07-08 08:25 am (UTC)Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-06 02:09 am (UTC)Okay, so obviously Kibum has come to terms with his desire and relationship with Donghae. He should really just talk to him, instead of internalizing everything. Good thing Donghae is kind of stubborn and didn't let what happened the night before stop him from being close to Kibum.
Hmm, I feel like we're coming close to an end to those two...not that I want it to end, but I don't think you can make them run around each other anymore...or can you? :)
Looking forward to the next chapter~
Oh, and yay for Donghae touching those sexy arms.
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Date: 2009-07-08 08:29 am (UTC)Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:26 am (UTC)And he had just kicked him out of his room.
ohmygod... oh MY god.... OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. KIBUM, DUDE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMOKIN?!?! YOU THREW OUT DONGHAE... DONGHAE WHO SO CLEARLY WAS JUST AS EAGER FOR THE CONTACT AS YOU!! YOU...YOU...PABO!!! *rages*
Can I just ask WHEN Hae got arms of sex IRL? And yes... they are sexy... mmmmKibum do NOT forget what happened... make it happen MORE!!!
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Date: 2009-07-08 08:33 am (UTC)Donghae was just keeping it under wraps? XD
Thanks so much! <3
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Date: 2009-07-08 06:41 pm (UTC)... I'll believe that. XD
♥
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Date: 2009-07-07 02:56 pm (UTC)how can u throw out donghae???
stupid!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2009-07-08 08:33 am (UTC)Thanks so much! <3
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