Slash Fiction: HuK and HerO

I'm shaking. My hand is trembling so hard that I'm afraid I won't be able to knock. I have practiced every night until now, whispering into the dark before I fall to sleep and still I'm afraid I won't be able to say it.

Twice before I have stood here outside his door shivering and twice before I have turned away in shame. Tonight is the last night I'll be able to tell him. If I don't, I could lose my chance forever. But I can't stop shaking. I feel like I'm going to fall apart. It's so simple, really, all I have to do is knock on his door, but I'm frozen and still shaking. I want to turn back and curl up in bed like I have before, but that's not an option now.

Third time's the charm. I reach out and knock timidly, ducking instinctively to hide my face. I must be blushing because I can feel my cheeks burning. He says something. My God he actually heard me. Is he inviting me in? I can't understand; I can't catch the foreign words. I knock one more time, softly.

And then the door opens.

My breath catches when I look up. He always makes my heart speed up and my face flush. When we lock eyes he smiles and motions for me to come in. I follow him numbly, noticing the wet sheen to his hair. Did he just shower? I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, trying to stay steady.

He says something else and sits down on the bed, patting a spot next to him, where I sit. He keeps smiling, and he talks to me so easily even though I don't answer. He knows I don't understand him. But, this is part of what endears me to him, and I look down at my hands folded in my lap to hide my smile. Before I know what I'm doing, the words that I have practiced saying for so many days leave my mouth.

"I like you, Chris."

Silence answers, and I cover my face. What have I done? This wasn't how I wanted to confess to him. It's so sudden, out of nowhere, and -

He's touching me. Pulling my hands away. He's so warm. I can't move. He touches my cheek and murmurs something, still smiling. Our eyes are locked and my breathing is heavy. Is this really happening? Please let it be, we're so close that our lips are brushing, please, I want...

Our lips lock.

He pulls me close to him and I instinctively hold on. I can't hold back a soft moan and he laughs and I can feel it. I can't believe we're really doing this. I'm vaguely aware of our bodies shifting and before I know it we're lying side by side and still kissing. His mouth is so overwhelmingly hot that I can't help myself, I moan again trying to encourage him. He's happy to oblige.

I don't know how long we kissed like that, but when the haze and heat finally lifts from my mind, I'm curled against his chest and his arms are loosely around my waist. I shift, trying to hide my budding erection but he catches me and kisses my forehead, again whispering something I don't understand but I catch my name, and I blush. He notices this - he always notices, he notices everything - and whispers it to me again.

"Hyeon-deok."

"C-chris..."

He takes my hand in his and softly kisses me on the lips again. There's no tongue this time, no heat, just gentleness. When he pulls back he's still wearing that ever-present smile, but his eyes dip below my waist. He knows. How humiliating. I've ruined any chance I might have had now, what is he going to think? I try to pull away but he pulls me back. I want to cover my face, but he's still holding my hand.

Suddenly I can feel him caressing me through the material of my jeans, and I moan embarrassingly loudly. He chuckles and again says something. More than ever I wish I could understand him. He rubs me a little harder and I instinctively part my legs to give him better access. It's so embarrassing but it feels so good - so good that when he stops, I groan in agitation. He sits up and pulls me into his lap before undoing my pants and wrapping his hand around my erection, pumping swiftly. I can't resist anymore and close my eyes, panting and bucking into his grasp while he whispers to me. He kisses my hair over and over and squeezes my hand gently, his thumb making small, comforting circles in time with our pace. As the odd pressure that signals orgasm builds I have a sudden image of him thrusting inside me and that's it, that's enough to send me over the edge with a strangled cry, my cum splattering over his hand. Did I cry his name? I can't tell, the edges of my vision are white and I feel lightheaded...I'm vaguely aware of him cleaning up with a tissue and straightening my clothes back out so I'm decent again. How kind of him. He's always kind. Did he shut the lights off? We're suddenly lying down together in the dark and my heartbeat has slowed. I must have been so caught up in the afterglow that I spaced out for a few minutes.

"Chris?"

He says something and pulls me closer in response. I can't see his smile, but I can hear it. I can feel that it's there. Does he want me to sleep here? I haven't even changed my clothes.

Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. This is the only chance we will have to be together like this. If I had been more confident, perhaps we could have had more nights together. But I'm glad that, at least, we had this chance. I'm glad I took this chance.

Even though tomorrow we will be separated, I have no regrets tonight.