[Fic] Company Time - 2/10
Title: Company Time
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi (either/or)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Summary: Kyuhyun's new coworker brings new challenges to his stuffy cubicle life. And the only problem bigger than realizing that Zhou Mi is living denial, is actually starting to believe him.
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Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three
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What was he doing?
Kyuhyun’s eyes were so dark.
What was he thinking?
His hips came up off the couch, hands sliding the constricting fabric off.
It wasn’t what he wanted. Why had he asked for it?
Kyuhyun wouldn’t even look at him. Maybe he’d ruined the friendship they’d started. Maybe they’d never get along at work. Maybe all Kyuhyun would think when they saw each other was his-
He was begging for it. Inside, outside.
Head slamming back against the couch, he gave in. Kyuhyun’s hair slick between his fingers, and he gripped hard. Kyuhyun held him back, a hand on his wrist, and he let go. Of control, anyway. Not Kyuhyun’s head. Just keeping his hands touching, feeling every move, bob, tilt, and it was like he was feeling it double.
When had he lost all his control?
He wanted to blame the alcohol. It wasn’t true. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as the first time. Barely tipsy. Kyuhyun had done nothing. He’d asked for it. Twice.
Logic said, Kyuhyun’s mouth wasn’t warmer than body temperature. He’d left logic far behind.
He was so close. Not his hand, this time. So many years of just his own hand.
As long as he didn’t moan Kyuhyun’s name when he came.
“Kyuhyun! Ah!”
Not quite a moan. But even if his eyes blurred, he was focused on Kyuhyun’s face. Kyuhyun knew, maybe somehow as a man. As someone who knew what felt good, how to draw out his pleasure. And there was no denying, pleasure was there. He could have wept with it, as shame and horror flooded in.
He’d been through too much to fall like this. “I don’t like men,” he said in his mind, and vehemently meant it. Would there be derision in those eyes? Humor? Surely Kyuhyun knew. Surely he had guessed the truth.
“That was…quick,” he joked weakly, and could not imagine saying something so blatantly hurtful, so utterly full of intimation that he was using Kyuhyun.
And what was he doing? Really?
Kyuhyun looked at him then. Not just a vessel getting him off. And with his eyes steady, Kyuhyun’s hand rose and wiped his mouth. Red, and wet. His whole body seemed to pause to see it. He could barely keep his breath.
“Seems like,” Kyuhyun said. And just there, a smile tilting the corner of Kyuhyun’s eyes.
He should’ve laughed. Not Kyuhyun, him.
He went into the bathroom, Kyuhyun to the kitchen. Cleaning up. He felt boneless, sinking back into the couch. If he’d have walked out then, he wouldn’t have made it to the elevator. Kyuhyun stuck a beer in his hand, the brand he liked. And he watched Kyuhyun game beside him until he could feel his knees stop shaking.
***
It was hard to be regretful when he had a man, even a straight man, enjoying what he could do with his mouth. And it wasn’t like he was some kind of blowjob prodigy. Getting attention where there usually wasn’t attention made for a good time in almost any situation. And he didn’t think he was all that terrifying. He brushed his teeth, and in general was clean. And he could say with total honesty that what he lacked in technique, he made up in enthusiasm. His mouth definitely, most assuredly, was into Zhou Mi’s cock.
If he was impressed about anything, it was that Zhou Mi treated him more or less the same. Maybe there was a little more awareness when limbs were flopping, and maybe a few more checks of how close they were standing. But on a personal level, he felt pretty easy. They oozed around the talk of sex, but everything else was fair game. He wondered, if Zhou Mi were single and into him, or guys at the very least, if they’d have just taken up and started dating. They weren’t wholly incompatible. Not just because Zhou Mi liked his mouth, either. Zhou Mi made him laugh, and seemed to enjoy making him laugh, at that. Zhou Mi probably liked to make everyone laugh, but he was the only person Kyuhyun was concerned with.
He didn’t think he’d call himself masochistic. There was a certain “headed for failure” rate that he was consciously aware of. But the train had left the station, as it were, and Zhou Mi wasn’t making any noises about getting out. As long as he kept a hold on himself, and didn’t let himself get any expectations. They were not dating. Zhou Mi wasn’t into men, even if he was into getting sucked off. He supposed he ought to be flattered that Zhou Mi either trusted him that much or just needed that much.
It was one of the strangest adult relationships he’d ever been in. He considered Zhou Mi a friend, despite what he did inside Zhou Mi’s pants. The line had been drawn at anything more than that. Did he fantasize about Zhou Mi offering to reciprocate? Sure. Did he really expect it? If he thought that what they were doing was just a boon to his fantasy life then they could’ve stopped after the second time. Only after the second because the first time had been great, but awkward. And there were things a little hazy about it that he really preferred to remember. Luckily all that had been filled in, in a good way. He hadn’t seen the rest of Zhou Mi’s body, but he liked what he was getting his hands on.
Though Zhou Mi took care of the seeing portion quite nicely. As they baked together in the sauna, sharing drinks and eggs. Laughing and scrambling to get out before they cooked themselves, making for cooler territory. His eyes were on Zhou Mi’s back when they got to the baths. Well. Maybe not only there. His arms, also. His waist. Not a stick after all. Rounded shoulders, and a back he could have licked if he’d allowed himself to do so in his mind. He sank into the water with a sigh, and forced his mind from it. Just a nice, relaxing day. He didn’t go nearly as often as he should.
“This was a good idea,” he murmured, not looking to the side, but sensing that Zhou Mi looked over at him.
“I enjoyed it. I’ve been with people a few times, but it was more fun with you.”
“Why?”
“You don’t make fun of me when I go scrambling out of the heat.”
“I was. In my head.” And appreciating that butt in its covering shorts waggling ahead of him. “Besides, it’s not that you go scrambling out, it’s the way you go scrambling.”
“Kui Xian.”
He laughed, feeling the water ripple around them. “Am I honorarily Chinese now?”
“That’s what I call you to my parents. It’s easier for them to say.”
“You talk about me to your parents?”
“Well.” Zhou Mi seemed to fumble at that. “What we get up to at work, and that we’re friends. Just things like that.”
He was kind of…Flattered? Pleased? Something in that realm, to know that Zhou Mi even brought him up to his parents at all. He had a place, a reason for being mentioned. Even if that place had been amended with some kind of unspoken understanding that when Zhou Mi wanted something, he’d let Kyuhyun know. It wasn’t like they were going to schedule it on their calendars. “Blowjob at Kyuhyun’s at 7, followed by scrumptious meal!” Or maybe it’d be the dessert. But whatever. They weren’t going to autopsy it verbally. And he figured if he tried, he’d really end up losing a friend. And that was what he really didn’t want.
But he’d have been lying if he said he was unaware of it. Closing the apartment door behind himself, watching Zhou Mi put the dessert they’d picked up on the way back on the small kitchen table.
“Let’s ingest some things that are very bad for us, now that we’ve sweated out a bunch of other things,” he said, getting them forks.
Zhou Mi laughed, settling on the chair, and accepting the utensil with thanks. He wrestled with his own take-away box a moment longer than was necessary, too intent on watching Zhou Mi’s lips close around the tines of the fork, sliding it out slowly, the rich chocolate mousse scraped into his mouth. He could almost taste it himself, noting how Zhou Mi’s fork stayed up beside his face as he savored the first bite.
“Why didn’t we buy more of this?” Zhou Mi asked, turning misty eyes on him.
“To keep our girlish figures,” he quipped, and finally got his own dessert open. He kind of wished he’d gotten the same thing, so he could live vicariously through his own fork, but he’d gotten some kind of coconut cake. Which was good, it just didn’t garner the same ecstatic reaction.
“Is yours good?” Zhou Mi asked, trying to get a better look at his, though he’d seen what Kyuhyun got at the shop.
“Yeah,” he said, tasting the light sweetness of the cream frosting. And then he had a wonderful thought. “Did you want to try a bite?”
“Ooh, could I?”
Zhou Mi was halfway across the table, half standing as Kyuhyun gestured. Cutting off a dainty bite and wrestling with it on his fork a little. He then watched Zhou Mi rescue part of the cake with his fingers, getting frosting on them. Which Zhou Mi then licked clean. His next swallow was mostly saliva. Because, damn. He hadn’t quite expected all of that.
“Oh, that is good,” Zhou Mi said. “So light. Like eating a cloud. Want to try mine?”
“Sure.” Smooth. So smooth. His fingers had actually tightened on his fork, when he realized that not only was Zhou Mi offering him a bite of his dessert, but was actually going to use his own fork to give it to him. And he stared that fork and fingers down, trying not to move too much so he didn’t get stabbed in the mouth. It wasn’t the mousse, or the sponge cake that got him, so much as the fact that under it, even if he couldn’t pick it out, the taste of Zhou Mi’s mouth. That fork. Had been in Zhou Mi’s mouth.
And he never realized just how hung up on kissing he was until that moment.
Any other man, he’d have been across that table in a heartbeat, not for the dessert, but to taste it on that mouth. In that mouth. Sitting in Zhou Mi’s lap if he had to. But that was hardly an option.
He cleared some of his laundry off of the couch for them. Shoving pajamas and socks into their correct spaces, and half listening with one ear as Zhou Mi talked at him from the doorway.
“Yeah, not really,” he said, as he closed his drawer. And he expected Zhou Mi to move. Which just meant that they had a bit of a standoff, with him gawking at Zhou Mi’s slightly uncomfortable face. Zhou Mi’s eyes darted to the bed, and then to him.
Oh. Hmm.
“Have you ever got blown on a bed before?” he asked, speculatively.
“No,” Zhou Mi said softly.
He licked his lips. “Well, first time for everything. Hell of a lot easier on my knees.”
It was easier to crack a joke about it than to treat it seriously. Though he didn’t even know what they were supposed to talk about, either. He went for the lube, thinking, hey, might be a little nicer than spit, and grabbed some tissues while he was at it. And it should’ve been easier to joke than it was, but he still found it hard. Watching Zhou Mi wrestle with the button on his pants as he sat on the edge, and swinging his legs up onto the bed. On one hand it almost looked like Zhou Mi was waiting for some kind of medical procedure. On another… Almost like he was waiting for a lover.
Zhou Mi met his eyes, and for a moment amusement sparked between them.
“Boy, you’re ready, aren’t you?”
And so was he, settling on the bed kind of awkwardly. Making sure he wasn’t going to just tumble off the edge and die. Broke arm during blowjob. That’d be fabulous.
He scraped Zhou Mi’s shirt up his stomach, making sure to drag his fingers with it. Trailing his fingers along the hair below Zhou Mi’s belly button, dipping in for just a moment. It wasn’t like either of them needed seduction, but it wasn’t a crime to enjoy it either. He didn’t think Zhou Mi would begrudge him a little enjoyment. And if Zhou Mi wasn’t aware that Kyuhyun enjoyed it, then he was seriously deluding himself. He didn’t know what Zhou Mi was telling himself inside otherwise. Maybe that it wasn’t really that he was gay unless he actually touched Kyuhyun, or because they both wanted it then there was nothing wrong. Or whatever. When he was tempted to ask, he told himself that he probably didn’t want to know. Maybe, as Zhou Mi’s friend, he should’ve asked. Maybe there should’ve been a better line of communication between them. But Zhou Mi was probably too embarrassed, and he? He just wanted to make sure that it didn’t become some kind of fiasco.
He got his knees planted on the bed, using Zhou Mi’s cooperation to work his underwear and pants down to a comfortable level for them both. His chance look up caught Zhou Mi’s head awkwardly up in the air, like he was wondering, waiting, for what was coming next.
“Drag the pillow up under your head if you want to watch,” he offered, not without some amusement. And figured that even if Zhou Mi didn’t watch then having something under his head would be more comfortable anyway.
There was something both powerful and deceptively vulnerable about having a man’s main source of pleasure hanging out for the world to judge or injure.
But it was also there to please. And with fingers slick with lube, and an eager mouth, he did just that.
***
Kyuhyun collapsed awkwardly onto his back. As much as he wanted to clamber up and offer his obvious erection to Zhou Mi’s panting mouth, that was something he had to deal with himself. He’d had to lower his own zipper in the middle of blowing Zhou Mi, too pained and in too awkward a position to be able to take it. Not even taking away his lips, kissing all the skin he could reach as he’d got his own pants open. Giving his body a little extra room to grow. And if he’d rubbed a little against Zhou Mi’s legs as he rocked with Zhou Mi’s moans, then he figured no one was counting.
“I’ll be back,” he got out, swinging onto his feet. It was one thing to jerk off beside Zhou Mi when he was drunk and passed out. He was neither, now, so he made for the bathroom as quickly as the pants he was holding up would let him. He kicked the bathroom door closed behind himself, barely getting a foot or two beyond it before he stopped. Gripping the bathroom counter with one hand, and his cock with the other. Finally, he thought, hissing at the friction his thumb was bringing. It wouldn’t take him long. Not with what he’d just did, what they’d-
His head swung up at movement, gaping with his hand froze at mid-stroke to see Zhou Mi in the doorway
“Look, this is the part you probably don’t want to-”
He didn’t really know how to react as Zhou Mi not only kept walking, but within moments his fingers had tangled with Kyuhyun’s. Shaking him off, and gripping Kyuhyun’s cock with warm fingers. Hopefully not to break it, he thought, swallowing hard. He hadn’t done anything Zhou Mi hadn’t asked for.
“What?”
“Can’t just be one way,” Zhou Mi said, and backed him up until he couldn’t move.
The swallow was almost painful as he looked down, wanting to make sure that the gentle stroking wasn’t some kind of figment of his imagination. Zhou Mi was going to jerk him off? He didn’t know how his eyes weren’t crossing. If he’d ever had a negative thought about those hands before, he let it go. He looked up too quickly, almost catching the end of Zhou Mi’s nose. And though his first instinct was to jerk backwards - too close, possibly uncomfortable, what was he doing - he couldn’t. Zhou Mi had a hand there behind his head, too. He couldn’t even meet Zhou Mi’s eyes to ask what he was doing, because Zhou Mi’s eyes were lowered. More toward his…mouth. And that was where Zhou Mi’s mouth ended up a moment later.
Warm, soft, eager. Almost begging him to kiss back. The sound from Zhou Mi’s throat was so raw when he did, that he almost felt like he’d won some victory, like it had somehow been his battle to win. And all he’d done was kiss. Maybe it was some kind of test. He could work with it. He gave Zhou Mi an A for enthusiasm, and he was holding out judgment on technique. But from the buzz that was sent down his body as Zhou Mi teased his lips with his tongue, something was going right. And though Zhou Mi didn’t taste of the chocolate he’d been eating earlier, the hell if he cared. Something silky and strong about that kiss, something that turned him on and made him want more. What would that kiss be like laying down. With Zhou Mi under him. On top of him. In the shower, on the floor, in the kitchen.
Zhou Mi nudged at him, and it took little more than a lift of his toes to shift up onto the cabinet. Which, though it creaked, bore his weight. He still was right there at face level. Kiss level. And Zhou Mi’s hand hadn’t slowed on him, steady, squeezing strokes that had his toes moving without his control, moaning into Zhou Mi’s mouth. Kissing as though they couldn’t get enough of each other, Zhou Mi’s hand on him. If he could’ve coordinated his thighs, he could’ve felt Zhou Mi’s hips between them.
Zhou Mi’s tongue against his.
No. Not just that. It wasn’t just that Zhou Mi was making him moan. It was that Zhou Mi was moaning into him. As though feeling everything Kyuhyun was pouring into it was not only delighting him, but turning him on, too.
And it was that thought that sent him over the edge. Freezing into the kiss as the orgasm went from present and waiting, to bursting through him. Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi was his only thought as he jerked into Zhou Mi’s hand. Riding the bliss until it throbbed in him.
Zhou Mi kissed him once more, stepping closer to be a support for Kyuhyun’s suddenly loose body, and he breathed into Zhou Mi’s collar. He got both his arms around Zhou Mi’s ribs, and just clung there. Like Zhou Mi was some anchor to him, body, emotions, brain, something. A mess had been made, probably out of both of them. But he couldn’t help his lips curving at the thought. Consequences didn’t even exist on his plane of existence when he could smell Zhou Mi right there against him.
He wondered for a moment if Zhou Mi would let him. Because he needed it. His fingers swirled in the short hairs above Zhou Mi’s neck, teasing that lower lip with his teeth, sucking at it. Doing everything he never thought he’d get a chance to. It shouldn’t have even been possible that that mouth, that face, was so appealing. And every thing he learned made it more so.
“Mm, Zhou Mi,” he murmured as Zhou Mi’s cheek ghosted his. He wasn’t against hobbling back to the bed for a bit more kissing, and maybe cuddling. And a nap. That sounded nice, too.
But Zhou Mi wasn’t leaning into him any more, pushing himself upright and standing rigid.
“I have to go,” Zhou Mi said. “Work tomorrow, and… I have to go.”
It probably had gotten late. He blinked and grabbed the towel, dabbing at Zhou Mi’s shirt.
Not that he minded having gotten it dirty between Zhou Mi’s turn and his, but it was possible Zhou Mi would rather go home a little more discreetly.
There was something jerky in Zhou Mi’s movements as he helped Kyuhyun out, straightening his clothes and going to look for his things. Kyuhyun got himself put back together, and wondered at it. No cozy naptime. They weren’t dating or something. Apparently Zhou Mi’s hand on him negatively affected his brain. But that Zhou Mi left so quickly after? Maybe a little more intense than he’d been expecting.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Zhou Mi said, smiling at him.
A little stiff, still. He wanted to go and give that mouth a hard kiss goodbye, but for some reason, he figured Zhou Mi might take it the wrong way. Or the right way. He wasn’t sure which was worse. So he waved the man who was clearly antsy to get out the door off, and locked it behind him. It was another fantasy he could both dream to and put to rest. Maybe more of a fantasy than he had wanted.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi (either/or)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Summary: Kyuhyun's new coworker brings new challenges to his stuffy cubicle life. And the only problem bigger than realizing that Zhou Mi is living denial, is actually starting to believe him.
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Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three
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What was he doing?
Kyuhyun’s eyes were so dark.
What was he thinking?
His hips came up off the couch, hands sliding the constricting fabric off.
It wasn’t what he wanted. Why had he asked for it?
Kyuhyun wouldn’t even look at him. Maybe he’d ruined the friendship they’d started. Maybe they’d never get along at work. Maybe all Kyuhyun would think when they saw each other was his-
He was begging for it. Inside, outside.
Head slamming back against the couch, he gave in. Kyuhyun’s hair slick between his fingers, and he gripped hard. Kyuhyun held him back, a hand on his wrist, and he let go. Of control, anyway. Not Kyuhyun’s head. Just keeping his hands touching, feeling every move, bob, tilt, and it was like he was feeling it double.
When had he lost all his control?
He wanted to blame the alcohol. It wasn’t true. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as the first time. Barely tipsy. Kyuhyun had done nothing. He’d asked for it. Twice.
Logic said, Kyuhyun’s mouth wasn’t warmer than body temperature. He’d left logic far behind.
He was so close. Not his hand, this time. So many years of just his own hand.
As long as he didn’t moan Kyuhyun’s name when he came.
“Kyuhyun! Ah!”
Not quite a moan. But even if his eyes blurred, he was focused on Kyuhyun’s face. Kyuhyun knew, maybe somehow as a man. As someone who knew what felt good, how to draw out his pleasure. And there was no denying, pleasure was there. He could have wept with it, as shame and horror flooded in.
He’d been through too much to fall like this. “I don’t like men,” he said in his mind, and vehemently meant it. Would there be derision in those eyes? Humor? Surely Kyuhyun knew. Surely he had guessed the truth.
“That was…quick,” he joked weakly, and could not imagine saying something so blatantly hurtful, so utterly full of intimation that he was using Kyuhyun.
And what was he doing? Really?
Kyuhyun looked at him then. Not just a vessel getting him off. And with his eyes steady, Kyuhyun’s hand rose and wiped his mouth. Red, and wet. His whole body seemed to pause to see it. He could barely keep his breath.
“Seems like,” Kyuhyun said. And just there, a smile tilting the corner of Kyuhyun’s eyes.
He should’ve laughed. Not Kyuhyun, him.
He went into the bathroom, Kyuhyun to the kitchen. Cleaning up. He felt boneless, sinking back into the couch. If he’d have walked out then, he wouldn’t have made it to the elevator. Kyuhyun stuck a beer in his hand, the brand he liked. And he watched Kyuhyun game beside him until he could feel his knees stop shaking.
***
It was hard to be regretful when he had a man, even a straight man, enjoying what he could do with his mouth. And it wasn’t like he was some kind of blowjob prodigy. Getting attention where there usually wasn’t attention made for a good time in almost any situation. And he didn’t think he was all that terrifying. He brushed his teeth, and in general was clean. And he could say with total honesty that what he lacked in technique, he made up in enthusiasm. His mouth definitely, most assuredly, was into Zhou Mi’s cock.
If he was impressed about anything, it was that Zhou Mi treated him more or less the same. Maybe there was a little more awareness when limbs were flopping, and maybe a few more checks of how close they were standing. But on a personal level, he felt pretty easy. They oozed around the talk of sex, but everything else was fair game. He wondered, if Zhou Mi were single and into him, or guys at the very least, if they’d have just taken up and started dating. They weren’t wholly incompatible. Not just because Zhou Mi liked his mouth, either. Zhou Mi made him laugh, and seemed to enjoy making him laugh, at that. Zhou Mi probably liked to make everyone laugh, but he was the only person Kyuhyun was concerned with.
He didn’t think he’d call himself masochistic. There was a certain “headed for failure” rate that he was consciously aware of. But the train had left the station, as it were, and Zhou Mi wasn’t making any noises about getting out. As long as he kept a hold on himself, and didn’t let himself get any expectations. They were not dating. Zhou Mi wasn’t into men, even if he was into getting sucked off. He supposed he ought to be flattered that Zhou Mi either trusted him that much or just needed that much.
It was one of the strangest adult relationships he’d ever been in. He considered Zhou Mi a friend, despite what he did inside Zhou Mi’s pants. The line had been drawn at anything more than that. Did he fantasize about Zhou Mi offering to reciprocate? Sure. Did he really expect it? If he thought that what they were doing was just a boon to his fantasy life then they could’ve stopped after the second time. Only after the second because the first time had been great, but awkward. And there were things a little hazy about it that he really preferred to remember. Luckily all that had been filled in, in a good way. He hadn’t seen the rest of Zhou Mi’s body, but he liked what he was getting his hands on.
Though Zhou Mi took care of the seeing portion quite nicely. As they baked together in the sauna, sharing drinks and eggs. Laughing and scrambling to get out before they cooked themselves, making for cooler territory. His eyes were on Zhou Mi’s back when they got to the baths. Well. Maybe not only there. His arms, also. His waist. Not a stick after all. Rounded shoulders, and a back he could have licked if he’d allowed himself to do so in his mind. He sank into the water with a sigh, and forced his mind from it. Just a nice, relaxing day. He didn’t go nearly as often as he should.
“This was a good idea,” he murmured, not looking to the side, but sensing that Zhou Mi looked over at him.
“I enjoyed it. I’ve been with people a few times, but it was more fun with you.”
“Why?”
“You don’t make fun of me when I go scrambling out of the heat.”
“I was. In my head.” And appreciating that butt in its covering shorts waggling ahead of him. “Besides, it’s not that you go scrambling out, it’s the way you go scrambling.”
“Kui Xian.”
He laughed, feeling the water ripple around them. “Am I honorarily Chinese now?”
“That’s what I call you to my parents. It’s easier for them to say.”
“You talk about me to your parents?”
“Well.” Zhou Mi seemed to fumble at that. “What we get up to at work, and that we’re friends. Just things like that.”
He was kind of…Flattered? Pleased? Something in that realm, to know that Zhou Mi even brought him up to his parents at all. He had a place, a reason for being mentioned. Even if that place had been amended with some kind of unspoken understanding that when Zhou Mi wanted something, he’d let Kyuhyun know. It wasn’t like they were going to schedule it on their calendars. “Blowjob at Kyuhyun’s at 7, followed by scrumptious meal!” Or maybe it’d be the dessert. But whatever. They weren’t going to autopsy it verbally. And he figured if he tried, he’d really end up losing a friend. And that was what he really didn’t want.
But he’d have been lying if he said he was unaware of it. Closing the apartment door behind himself, watching Zhou Mi put the dessert they’d picked up on the way back on the small kitchen table.
“Let’s ingest some things that are very bad for us, now that we’ve sweated out a bunch of other things,” he said, getting them forks.
Zhou Mi laughed, settling on the chair, and accepting the utensil with thanks. He wrestled with his own take-away box a moment longer than was necessary, too intent on watching Zhou Mi’s lips close around the tines of the fork, sliding it out slowly, the rich chocolate mousse scraped into his mouth. He could almost taste it himself, noting how Zhou Mi’s fork stayed up beside his face as he savored the first bite.
“Why didn’t we buy more of this?” Zhou Mi asked, turning misty eyes on him.
“To keep our girlish figures,” he quipped, and finally got his own dessert open. He kind of wished he’d gotten the same thing, so he could live vicariously through his own fork, but he’d gotten some kind of coconut cake. Which was good, it just didn’t garner the same ecstatic reaction.
“Is yours good?” Zhou Mi asked, trying to get a better look at his, though he’d seen what Kyuhyun got at the shop.
“Yeah,” he said, tasting the light sweetness of the cream frosting. And then he had a wonderful thought. “Did you want to try a bite?”
“Ooh, could I?”
Zhou Mi was halfway across the table, half standing as Kyuhyun gestured. Cutting off a dainty bite and wrestling with it on his fork a little. He then watched Zhou Mi rescue part of the cake with his fingers, getting frosting on them. Which Zhou Mi then licked clean. His next swallow was mostly saliva. Because, damn. He hadn’t quite expected all of that.
“Oh, that is good,” Zhou Mi said. “So light. Like eating a cloud. Want to try mine?”
“Sure.” Smooth. So smooth. His fingers had actually tightened on his fork, when he realized that not only was Zhou Mi offering him a bite of his dessert, but was actually going to use his own fork to give it to him. And he stared that fork and fingers down, trying not to move too much so he didn’t get stabbed in the mouth. It wasn’t the mousse, or the sponge cake that got him, so much as the fact that under it, even if he couldn’t pick it out, the taste of Zhou Mi’s mouth. That fork. Had been in Zhou Mi’s mouth.
And he never realized just how hung up on kissing he was until that moment.
Any other man, he’d have been across that table in a heartbeat, not for the dessert, but to taste it on that mouth. In that mouth. Sitting in Zhou Mi’s lap if he had to. But that was hardly an option.
He cleared some of his laundry off of the couch for them. Shoving pajamas and socks into their correct spaces, and half listening with one ear as Zhou Mi talked at him from the doorway.
“Yeah, not really,” he said, as he closed his drawer. And he expected Zhou Mi to move. Which just meant that they had a bit of a standoff, with him gawking at Zhou Mi’s slightly uncomfortable face. Zhou Mi’s eyes darted to the bed, and then to him.
Oh. Hmm.
“Have you ever got blown on a bed before?” he asked, speculatively.
“No,” Zhou Mi said softly.
He licked his lips. “Well, first time for everything. Hell of a lot easier on my knees.”
It was easier to crack a joke about it than to treat it seriously. Though he didn’t even know what they were supposed to talk about, either. He went for the lube, thinking, hey, might be a little nicer than spit, and grabbed some tissues while he was at it. And it should’ve been easier to joke than it was, but he still found it hard. Watching Zhou Mi wrestle with the button on his pants as he sat on the edge, and swinging his legs up onto the bed. On one hand it almost looked like Zhou Mi was waiting for some kind of medical procedure. On another… Almost like he was waiting for a lover.
Zhou Mi met his eyes, and for a moment amusement sparked between them.
“Boy, you’re ready, aren’t you?”
And so was he, settling on the bed kind of awkwardly. Making sure he wasn’t going to just tumble off the edge and die. Broke arm during blowjob. That’d be fabulous.
He scraped Zhou Mi’s shirt up his stomach, making sure to drag his fingers with it. Trailing his fingers along the hair below Zhou Mi’s belly button, dipping in for just a moment. It wasn’t like either of them needed seduction, but it wasn’t a crime to enjoy it either. He didn’t think Zhou Mi would begrudge him a little enjoyment. And if Zhou Mi wasn’t aware that Kyuhyun enjoyed it, then he was seriously deluding himself. He didn’t know what Zhou Mi was telling himself inside otherwise. Maybe that it wasn’t really that he was gay unless he actually touched Kyuhyun, or because they both wanted it then there was nothing wrong. Or whatever. When he was tempted to ask, he told himself that he probably didn’t want to know. Maybe, as Zhou Mi’s friend, he should’ve asked. Maybe there should’ve been a better line of communication between them. But Zhou Mi was probably too embarrassed, and he? He just wanted to make sure that it didn’t become some kind of fiasco.
He got his knees planted on the bed, using Zhou Mi’s cooperation to work his underwear and pants down to a comfortable level for them both. His chance look up caught Zhou Mi’s head awkwardly up in the air, like he was wondering, waiting, for what was coming next.
“Drag the pillow up under your head if you want to watch,” he offered, not without some amusement. And figured that even if Zhou Mi didn’t watch then having something under his head would be more comfortable anyway.
There was something both powerful and deceptively vulnerable about having a man’s main source of pleasure hanging out for the world to judge or injure.
But it was also there to please. And with fingers slick with lube, and an eager mouth, he did just that.
***
Kyuhyun collapsed awkwardly onto his back. As much as he wanted to clamber up and offer his obvious erection to Zhou Mi’s panting mouth, that was something he had to deal with himself. He’d had to lower his own zipper in the middle of blowing Zhou Mi, too pained and in too awkward a position to be able to take it. Not even taking away his lips, kissing all the skin he could reach as he’d got his own pants open. Giving his body a little extra room to grow. And if he’d rubbed a little against Zhou Mi’s legs as he rocked with Zhou Mi’s moans, then he figured no one was counting.
“I’ll be back,” he got out, swinging onto his feet. It was one thing to jerk off beside Zhou Mi when he was drunk and passed out. He was neither, now, so he made for the bathroom as quickly as the pants he was holding up would let him. He kicked the bathroom door closed behind himself, barely getting a foot or two beyond it before he stopped. Gripping the bathroom counter with one hand, and his cock with the other. Finally, he thought, hissing at the friction his thumb was bringing. It wouldn’t take him long. Not with what he’d just did, what they’d-
His head swung up at movement, gaping with his hand froze at mid-stroke to see Zhou Mi in the doorway
“Look, this is the part you probably don’t want to-”
He didn’t really know how to react as Zhou Mi not only kept walking, but within moments his fingers had tangled with Kyuhyun’s. Shaking him off, and gripping Kyuhyun’s cock with warm fingers. Hopefully not to break it, he thought, swallowing hard. He hadn’t done anything Zhou Mi hadn’t asked for.
“What?”
“Can’t just be one way,” Zhou Mi said, and backed him up until he couldn’t move.
The swallow was almost painful as he looked down, wanting to make sure that the gentle stroking wasn’t some kind of figment of his imagination. Zhou Mi was going to jerk him off? He didn’t know how his eyes weren’t crossing. If he’d ever had a negative thought about those hands before, he let it go. He looked up too quickly, almost catching the end of Zhou Mi’s nose. And though his first instinct was to jerk backwards - too close, possibly uncomfortable, what was he doing - he couldn’t. Zhou Mi had a hand there behind his head, too. He couldn’t even meet Zhou Mi’s eyes to ask what he was doing, because Zhou Mi’s eyes were lowered. More toward his…mouth. And that was where Zhou Mi’s mouth ended up a moment later.
Warm, soft, eager. Almost begging him to kiss back. The sound from Zhou Mi’s throat was so raw when he did, that he almost felt like he’d won some victory, like it had somehow been his battle to win. And all he’d done was kiss. Maybe it was some kind of test. He could work with it. He gave Zhou Mi an A for enthusiasm, and he was holding out judgment on technique. But from the buzz that was sent down his body as Zhou Mi teased his lips with his tongue, something was going right. And though Zhou Mi didn’t taste of the chocolate he’d been eating earlier, the hell if he cared. Something silky and strong about that kiss, something that turned him on and made him want more. What would that kiss be like laying down. With Zhou Mi under him. On top of him. In the shower, on the floor, in the kitchen.
Zhou Mi nudged at him, and it took little more than a lift of his toes to shift up onto the cabinet. Which, though it creaked, bore his weight. He still was right there at face level. Kiss level. And Zhou Mi’s hand hadn’t slowed on him, steady, squeezing strokes that had his toes moving without his control, moaning into Zhou Mi’s mouth. Kissing as though they couldn’t get enough of each other, Zhou Mi’s hand on him. If he could’ve coordinated his thighs, he could’ve felt Zhou Mi’s hips between them.
Zhou Mi’s tongue against his.
No. Not just that. It wasn’t just that Zhou Mi was making him moan. It was that Zhou Mi was moaning into him. As though feeling everything Kyuhyun was pouring into it was not only delighting him, but turning him on, too.
And it was that thought that sent him over the edge. Freezing into the kiss as the orgasm went from present and waiting, to bursting through him. Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi was his only thought as he jerked into Zhou Mi’s hand. Riding the bliss until it throbbed in him.
Zhou Mi kissed him once more, stepping closer to be a support for Kyuhyun’s suddenly loose body, and he breathed into Zhou Mi’s collar. He got both his arms around Zhou Mi’s ribs, and just clung there. Like Zhou Mi was some anchor to him, body, emotions, brain, something. A mess had been made, probably out of both of them. But he couldn’t help his lips curving at the thought. Consequences didn’t even exist on his plane of existence when he could smell Zhou Mi right there against him.
He wondered for a moment if Zhou Mi would let him. Because he needed it. His fingers swirled in the short hairs above Zhou Mi’s neck, teasing that lower lip with his teeth, sucking at it. Doing everything he never thought he’d get a chance to. It shouldn’t have even been possible that that mouth, that face, was so appealing. And every thing he learned made it more so.
“Mm, Zhou Mi,” he murmured as Zhou Mi’s cheek ghosted his. He wasn’t against hobbling back to the bed for a bit more kissing, and maybe cuddling. And a nap. That sounded nice, too.
But Zhou Mi wasn’t leaning into him any more, pushing himself upright and standing rigid.
“I have to go,” Zhou Mi said. “Work tomorrow, and… I have to go.”
It probably had gotten late. He blinked and grabbed the towel, dabbing at Zhou Mi’s shirt.
Not that he minded having gotten it dirty between Zhou Mi’s turn and his, but it was possible Zhou Mi would rather go home a little more discreetly.
There was something jerky in Zhou Mi’s movements as he helped Kyuhyun out, straightening his clothes and going to look for his things. Kyuhyun got himself put back together, and wondered at it. No cozy naptime. They weren’t dating or something. Apparently Zhou Mi’s hand on him negatively affected his brain. But that Zhou Mi left so quickly after? Maybe a little more intense than he’d been expecting.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Zhou Mi said, smiling at him.
A little stiff, still. He wanted to go and give that mouth a hard kiss goodbye, but for some reason, he figured Zhou Mi might take it the wrong way. Or the right way. He wasn’t sure which was worse. So he waved the man who was clearly antsy to get out the door off, and locked it behind him. It was another fantasy he could both dream to and put to rest. Maybe more of a fantasy than he had wanted.
***