EunHae | NC-17 | Oneshot | Language, graphic scenes, phone sex, orgasm denial, unbeta'd
Donghae calls his Ex-boyfriend after three years after he sees Hyukjae in a porn video.
It was perhaps one of the most...strangest things I've ever heard come out of Heechul's mouth. Which is saying something because Heechul is always full of those strange one liners that just make you have to do a mental double take. But this one is definitely at the top of the list, because when he told it to me, my brain kid of just...shut down for all of about fifteen seconds.
I was at work, actually. I was in the middle of sorting out and filing papers for my business which had long been put aside, when my phone rang. I recognized my old friend's ringtone, and I picked up the phone, and-- there was no hesitation. Heechul doesn't beat around the bush, he beats the bush exactly where it needs to be beaten.
"I just watched a porno starring Hyukjae."
And this is where my brain just kind of overloaded, shut down, then rebooted.
"What?" I asked after a good moment of silence.
"Hyukjae. Your Ex. In a porn video," Heechul restated.
It took a few minutes, but then I just started to laugh, because...because it was Hyukjae. Dorky, loveable, crazy talented dancer Hyukjae. My first legit, serious, long term relationship which ended because I had to move, and he couldn't part with his city dreams.
Hyukjae wanted to be an idol. He wanted to act, and dance, and sing. I wanted to be an idol too. We were young, and both going to college in Seoul, and we both had big dreams of going to auditions together and debuting as singers together.
But then my father died. I still wanted to be a singer, but my mother was slipping. My parents owned a restaurant in my hometown, and my mother was having trouble keeping the place afloat by herself. I decided to be a good son, and put my dreams on hold so I could help her out.
Hyukjae and I tried a long distance relationship, but we eventually just decided to break up, because the stress of being together while at the same time not being together was wearing on us. We decided to stay friends, but as the months past, we stopped talking.
I made friends with my old friends here in Mokpo, and I kept some friends from Seoul. One of those friends being Heechul. Heechul still lives in Seoul with his filthy rich husband, Siwon. Siwon, a funny, and stupidly good looking business man, makes enough money so that Heechul doesn't have to work, so Heechul is a trophy husband who has enough money and spare time to drive out to Mokpo to visit all the time.
Normally, when I get phone calls from Heechul, the call is something like:
"I'm an hour from Mokpo. Make me something delicious to eat when I get there," or "I'm coming to visit tomorrow. Make your spare room up for me, because Siwon is out of town," not:
"I watched a porno with your Ex-boyfriend in it."
"Are you serious?" I asked, "Are you sure it was him? Hyukjae may have been a crazy sex kitten, but he wanted to be an idol, not a porn star," I said, taking a moment to stop sorting through taxes.
"I would know his jawline from anywhere, Donghae," Heechul said, "and did you just call him a 'sex kitten'?" I chose to ignore his question.
"What the hell are you watching porn for anyway, Heechul? Where is Siwon?" I ask.
"Japan. Business trip," Heechul said with a hint of annoyance, "I wanted some porn material, and I found this one on the internet staring an 'Eunhyuk', I ordered the DVD yesterday, it was sent to my house today. I put it in, and then BAM! There's Hyukjae wearing a captain's hat and banging some cute little baby-faced boy on my TV screen."
"Dude, I just don't believe you," I said, "Hyukjae may have been a sexual deviant in the past, but I highly doubt he would get himself into porn," I said.
"It's him! I will send you this damn DVD, and you will see! I'm right. Hyukjae is a porn star now," Heechul yelled, and then he hung up.
I rolled my eyes, but sure enough, two days later, I got a package from Heechul with a porn DVD in it.
I left the DVD in my bedroom, then went to work. After work however, I got home and there the DVD was, sitting innocently on my bed, in the middle of my room. I picked it up and looked at the front of it.
The front page had nothing but a cruise ship on it, with some naked men whose face were too out of focus to differentiate. The title of the DVD was "Pleasure Cruise". How original.
I popped the DVD out of the case and into my laptop to watch it.
Even if it wasn't Hyukjae, it be a waste not to watch a perfectly good porno, right?
I clicked play, and watched for all of about twenty seconds before, sure enough, the camera turned into a room, the captains quarters, and there he was.
Dressed in nothing but a captain's white cap and an open blue coat.
As he fucked this admittedly adorable kid who looked almost too young to be in an adult movie.
"Holy shit," I murmured, as I leaned closer to watch with more intensity.
That was definitely Hyukjae.
The young boy, named Taemin as the back of the DVD case said, was moaning wantonly as Eunhyuk thrust into him from behind. Taemin was bent over, his legs straight, and his hands gripping the boats steering wheel for support as Hyukjae pulled the boy's hips back to meet his thrusts.
Hyukjae still looked as gorgeous as ever. A lot of people told me that out of the two of us, I was better looking, but I never agreed. Hyukjae was always stunning in his own way, and he was just so sexy. Everything he did was sexy.
I watched Eunhyuk, face slick with sweat, throw his head back and groan just a little. It made me twitch in my pants, and I think to myself:
Is it bad to get turned on by seeing your ex-boyfriend's porn video?
But then, Hyukjae pulls out of the boy and then starts jerking, and releases a load of cum all over his back with one of those sounds that made about a million hot memories of Hyukjae fly into my brain, and I think to myself:
Why the fuck isn't my hand on my dick?
For the next few days I did some research on Eunhyuk, Hyukjae's porn persona. He works with a company, and is a fairly new porn actor, but quickly gaining fame. According to the information I could dig up, Eunhyuk's "real" name was still a secret.
It was about a week after Heechul had sent me that first DVD, and since then, I've ordered all the other's Hyukjae has starred in online, and have watched them all.
It is out of strange curiosity the following Saturday night, that I find myself dialing Hyukjae's old number, one of the few phone numbers I had bothered to memorize. I don't know why I was calling him, but rational thoughts started to pour into my brain after I heard the first ring.
It's been three years, what if this isn't his number anymore? Holy crap. Should I leave a voicemail? What if this isn't his phone? Or what if it is his phone? Oh God, what do I say? I mean what do you---?
"Hy...Hyukjae?" I ask tentatively. There was a pause before the person on the other line spoke again.
"Donghae?" Hyukjae asked incredulously. His voice was rougher than I remembered it being, rough like he had used it a lot lately, but the sound still brought feelings and memories up to the surface.
"Yeah, it's Donghae. Did you recognize my number?" I asked, my voice cracking a tiny bit. I heard shuffling in the background.
"No, it's the way you said my name," Hyukjae said.
"You mean, your real name?" I asked teasingly, "Eunhyuk?" I asked. Hyukjae laughed a little.
"So you've heard of my new career?" he asked.
"Heard. Seen. Watched. It's all the same thing though, right?" I said, "I never thought you would be in the porn business though. Whatever happened to becoming an idol?" I asked. Hyukjae sighed.
"Things just don't always work out, you know? Of course you know," he added in a low voice, as if he was forgetting himself, "This industry found me though, I don't want you thinking I sought it out or anything," he said. I laughed.
"No, but I don't think you particularly hate it either," I said, "you were always wild in bed," I added, "How have you been?" I asked.
"I'm good," Hyukjae said in that same way someone from your past always answers. Like he's nodding his head as he says it, "My job is fun," Hyukjae answered. I laughed a little.
"I can imagine," I said teasingly. It was amazing how comfortable it was to talk to Hyukjae after all these years.
"So how are you? Still thinking of becoming an idol?" he asks. I'm not quite sure if he's being serious, or if he's joking.
"No, becoming an idol is like a very farfetched dream now. I'm good though; still helping my mother with the family restaurant."
"Any boyfriends?" Hyukjae asked. A small, knowing smile spread across my face. Hyukjae was always the jealous type.
"Nope," I said, "well, two. But neither really panned out. I'm between men right now."
"Hmm. So you mentioned earlier that you watched one of my films?" Hyukjae asked, with a hint of smug laughter in his voice.
"Actually, I've watched all of them," I answered, "but my favorite one is the one where you're the rich boy, and that one actor--with the sexy voice and shaggy hair?-- holds you hostage in your mansion," I said. Eunhyuk laughed a little.
"Ahh, that actor is Yesung. It's difficult to work with him because he's in a relationship with one of the camera men, and we had to retake some of the major sex scenes like twelve times because his boyfriend kept freaking out on me!" Eunhyuk laughed, "But you probably liked that one because my hair was blonde in it," he said. I coughed a little.
"Yeah, I was always a fan of light colored hair on you," I answered. There was a moment of silence on the phone before Eunhyuk laughed a little.
"Do you remember the time you and I accidentally got locked on the roof of our dorm building the night before our first midterm exam in Sophomore year?" he asked, "We just wanted some actual peace and quiet from the partiers across the hall so we could cram study before our test the next day, and we accidentally locked ourselves on the roof!" Eunhyuk said. I laughed too.
"And remember the next morning yelling to the poor girl from three stories up? She looked like she was about to pee herself when she heard us yelling from the roof. Luckily she walked up to the third floor to let us out."
"I remember we were sitting up against the side of the building, and we sat really close to keep warm," Eunhyuk said.
"That was a fun night. I remember passing the test the next day though," I answered.
"You wanna know what else I remembered about the roof of that dorm building? When you gave me head up there that one night when we were drunk," he said, and my breath caught in my throat, "I remember the look in your eyes as you stared up at me," he recalled, "it was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen," he said to me.
I remember that night too. It was before we had gotten together, and it was the last few days before Spring vacation. The week prior was finals week, and we had finished our last exam earlier that day. We and a group of other students on our floor had been drinking and partying to celebrate the end of exams, and I remember looking at Eunhyuk from across the common room on our floor and wanted nothing more than to just go over there and kiss him, and touch him.
I remember drinking enough to give me the courage, then taking his hand and leading him up to the roof, where I pushed him against the door, and dropped to my knees.
"I remember that too," I said, trying to sound like it hadn't effected me.
"I also remember bending you over you're roommate's desk and fucking you senseless when we were in the middle of a fight. I remember the sounds you made when I pulled your hair," he purred just a little. I let out a small, shuddering breath and I felt myself getting hard.
Hyukjae was always so sexually charged.
"You have a remarkable memory for those things," I said with a small cough.
"I remember lots of things like that about you," he said in a low, sexy voice.
"You don't say," was all I could say as my pants became too tight for comfort.
"It's been three years, and I'm in porn now...and the thought of you still gets me hard," he said in a low voice. I let out a hard pant that I couldn't keep in and I bit my lip. My free hand went to my zipper front. I got my hard cock out of my pants and I leaned back in my computer chair. I thumbed the head of my cock lightly and let out another gasp.
"Are you hard right now?" Hyukjae asked, his voice low. I bit my lip.
"Maybe," I answered. Hyukjae laughed darkly into my ear and it made me shiver a little.
"I remember teasing you a lot. You always came so hard after being teased," his voice whispered into my ear as I stroked my already weeping cock lightly, "I remember how sensitive your nipples were. Did you know, I've never met anyone who enjoyed having their nipples played with like you do?" he said, "It's such a shame, I loved the noises you would make," he growled.
And I let out a soft whimper, and in return I heard Eunhyuk's breath grow ragged. I knew he was touching himself too.
"I had sex with two other person since you," I admitted, "you were better than both of them," I said.
"Damn right I was better than them," Eunhyuk answered with a soft laugh, "no one knows how to please you like I do, Donghae," he said. They way he said my name made me whimper again as I stroked my shaft a little harder.
"Keep talking," I ordered him breathily. Eunhyuk chuckled a little.
"Do you remember my twenty second birthday? You wrapped a bow around you dick, and handcuffed your hands behind your back, and called both of our jobs and told them we were sick. I remember playing games with you all day, and teasing you and playing with you from morning until night," he said.
"I remember the first night I pulled a toy out on you, a vibrating dildo. You protested at first, but once I finally got it in you...God, you were thrashing your head back and forth and moaning so loud. You were shaking when I finally pulled it out of you."
"Do you remember the night you got on top of me, and rode me? I remember the way you blushed, and the way the sweat actually rolled down your chest," he continued, "Are you still touching yourself?" he asked.
I had been stroking my cock for the last ten minutes with restrained patience, because I didn't want to come too soon and ruin this moment. I swallowed, my throat dry.
"Yeah," I answered in a small voice.
"What are you doing this weekend?" he asked, "I don't have work, I could come visit. We could catch up," he said.
"Hyukjae," I breathed out.
"Fuck, I love it when you call my name like that," he growled.
"I'll take the weekend off," I said, giving him his answer, "if you take a train, you could be here tonight by the early evening," I said. I heard Hyukjae laughed darkly.
"Have you cum yet?" he asked me.
"N-no," I answered, feeling a wave of heat fall over my body.
"Be good for me then," he said, "and don't cum. I'll be there tonight, and if you cum before I say, you'll be in trouble," he ordered. I swallowed.
"But Hyukkie..." I moaned. Hyukjae let out a shuddered breath.
"No, Donghae," he said, "good things come to those who wait," he answered. I waited a few seconds, before I took my hand slowly off my cock.
"Okay," I answered after a few deep breaths.
"I'll be there tonight," he said.
"Hyukjae," I called, before he hung up the phone, "you know...I never really fell out of love with you, right?" I admitted. After three years, and two other men, and everything, I'll admit it out loud.
"I know," Hyukjae said, "I'll tell you how I feel when I see you tonight," he said. We said our goodbyes, then hung up. I pulled on my pants again, and tried to will down my erection as I attempted to make my apartment a little cleaner for Hyukjae's arrival.
He didn't have to tell me straight out for me to know.
Hyukjae never told me he loved me over the phone. He always told me face to face.
That's one of the little things I remember about him too.