[Fic] Company Time - 4/10
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 * Chapter Four * Chapter Five
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Kyuhyun loved his friends, he really did. And it was only because he had reached some kind of an impasse that he talked to them about his little problem at all. Little problem. He’d told himself it was a temporary thing, a stupid thing, to include any kind of sex with Zhou Mi. But what he done? Kept doing it. And then when he thought Zhou Mi had done what they should’ve done to start with, and put a stop to it? Then Zhou Mi had to push in, interrupting him like he felt he owned Kyuhyun. Which Zhou Mi did not. And he still had no idea what to make of that. Zhou Mi had changed his mind and what? He’d said they needed to talk.
Had broken up with his girlfriend. Or he girl he’d started dating, whatever she’d been to Zhou Mi. Kyuhyun had been conflicted to hear it. On one hand, glad, because he didn’t have to hear anything else about her from Zhou Mi. On the other, worried. Because if it meant that Zhou Mi wanted to “experiment” a little more, that a girl just wasn’t quite as exciting any more, then he had no idea where they were going to end up or if he was going to like it when they got there.
“You’re sure he was dating a girl?” Ryeowook asked. And since he had been at the bar with Kyuhyun, Ryeowook had seen Zhou Mi all but grope his leg.
Kyuhyun laughed, rocking his chair back. “Am I sure? The first one, it seemed like some days that he called her just about every hour, had a picture of her on his desk, his cell phone. Kept inviting her in for lunch and trying to set up dates. Yeah, I’m pretty sure they were dating.”
“Sounds like he was desperate. Did you even see her? Was she hot?”
“You’ve seen him. Would he date someone less than hot? She was really good looking. You know. For a girl.”
“Why did they break up?”
“She broke up with him, or at least that’s what he said.”
“Probably to get away from all the phone calls,” Yesung muttered.
Kyuhyun shot him a dirty look, which Ryeowook echoed before turning back to Kyuhyun.
“So he breaks up with his girlfriend, and now he wants you? Why?”
“Why, and I don’t know. Maybe even more I want to know for how long,” Kyuhyun admitted. “Because is it some kind of experiment? How long until he drops me?”
“You think he’ll want to have lunch with you, too? I mean, to actually date you, or does he just want back in it for the sex?”
Yesung laughed. “Not that you minded the sex.”
“Shut up,” Kyuhyun muttered. “Before he got the girlfriend, we ate together a lot anyway. Then it just got awkward. He kept trying to make plans, get together, but then he kept bringing up the girl.”
“Maybe he was trying to see how you’d react,” Ryeowook offered. “And you said you got angry with him about it, so maybe that told him something. You wouldn’t have gotten angry if you just thought of him as some easy lay on the side.”
And that burned him. To think if he could’ve kept his mouth shut, reacted neutrally, that he could’ve spared them both a lot of grief. Every single time he had opened his mouth, he must’ve been screaming to Zhou Mi to get out of his pants and back into Kyuhyun’s.
“You should definitely talk to him. Maybe there’s something he’s not telling you. Maybe he was just scared when he left before. Maybe you could really start something good together,” Ryeowook said.
Maybe. Maybe But he felt he needed a little more time, too. To see if that was really what he wanted, or if he wanted more. If it was worth it. And he wasn’t just talking about Zhou Mi’s wet mouth and lust-addled eyes. Sleeping together wasn’t going to solve their problems. Maybe it’d even make it worse. But he couldn’t say he didn’t want it. And that was the problem.
***
If Zhou Mi had meant for his announcement that he had broken up with the girl to be something significant, he had accomplished that. To drop that as a bomb and leave before Kyuhyun could even get his brain together had been cruel beyond belief. Or maybe it had been good. Maybe he’d sort of believed Zhou Mi had meant what he said, that he’d “changed his mind.” That he wanted Kyuhyun and not whoever he’d started dating. It brought everything that Ryeowook had told him to the forefront. It was like Zhou Mi was demonstrating to him that he meant it. After all, surely he had to if he’d broken up with the girl?
Zhou Mi was clever, then. It gave them both time to think. Even if part of his thinking process ended with his hands in his pants. What did Zhou Mi want? He’d touched Kyuhyun once, kissed him. Freaked out and got a girlfriend. So if they worked up to that level again, then what? Kissing, touching, blowing. Yes, so it had been the image of Zhou Mi’s mouth sucking him that had derailed his thought process, but he figured no one else had to know. He licked a droplet a of water from the edge of his glass and thought hard. If they got beyond that. Did Zhou Mi want sex? He imagined it’d be him on his back, because if Zhou Mi was questioning about it at all then there wasn’t any way he was getting inside Zhou Mi. But his point was, if Zhou Mi freaked out over a handjob and some spit swapping, what kind of personal revelation followed a bout of sweaty sex? The next thing he knew, Zhou Mi could be married and making babies.
Okay, probably a little extreme. But he had no idea how tight the band was in Zhou Mi that kept him wherever he was. And the easiest way was to actually ask Zhou Mi about it, but he dismissed that immediately. Zhou Mi might not even know. And asking just put him in an awkward position, where it looked like he wanted to be sure for his own purposes, rather than thinking of Zhou Mi’s wellbeing. Which, honestly, there was definitely both involved.
But he couldn’t treat Zhou Mi like he had the plague, like he had the first couple days. Though in his defense, Zhou Mi hadn’t exactly sought him out. And then he knew why, when Zhou Mi announced why he was suddenly single again.
He gripped the computer mouse tighter, to keep from touching his thigh where Zhou Mi had. I’ve changed my mind.
Surely some assurance wasn’t too much to ask. And he wasn’t even sure there was anything to salvage. Still, as he retrieved his lunch, they stood and stared at each other a moment. He gestured with his bag, and Zhou Mi echoed it. So they sat together in companionable near-silence. At least until he forgot himself and made a joke about what had happened earlier that day with their phone system. He hadn’t even realized it himself until Zhou Mi had looked up at him and smiled, joking back with him.
It kind of felt like starting where they’d begun. He didn’t even know how or why he felt like his trust had been dinged, but he stupidly kind of wanted to believe in Zhou Mi again. Maybe Zhou Mi was right, and they needed to talk. But he just didn’t know how yet. Or when.
The next two days were busy, and he left early, taking his lunch alone. He needed to figure out what he wanted from that man, and that smile.
***
If there was one thing that concerned Zhou Mi above trying to figure out how the puzzle pieces inside himself were supposed to fit again, it was the gnawing worry about Kyuhyun. Dancing around each other, taking separate lunches. Letting the fact that Zhou Mi had broken up with a woman, and was still interested in Kyuhyun sort of stand on its own for a while. But he knew it couldn’t for too long. At some point, they were actually going to have to talk. Which meant his mouth moving, and possibly Kyuhyun’s, and hoping that Kyuhyun didn’t hate him. Or not want him any more.
And it was the lunch that they finally did eat together, directly midweek and startling as Kyuhyun laughed with him, that drove him out of his own head. There were so many confessions he could see himself making, and each one was more confusing than the last.
“I am attracted to Kyuhyun,” he told his mirror after a few days of reciting it silently. “I like men. I am attracted to…men. And that’s okay?”
And nothing changed. He didn’t turn into Pinocchio, and the sky hadn’t descended. He still looked like the same man he’d become who breathed carefully, averted his eyes, and denied everything. And he was sort of cheerfully naive for about two seconds, thinking that saying it out loud at all equaled being able to say it out loud to another person. Much less a person he’d left, and probably hurt, and who had no idea why.
“I broke up with the girl I was seeing,” he told Heechul, meeting his friend for coffee after work. He didn’t really expect much of a reaction, given that Heechul had barely heard of her, and it hadn’t been that long. And he was more or less right.
“You didn’t have much to say about her anyway. Going to try being single for a while? You’ve left a string of girls in Korea since you’ve been here.”
“No. Actually.” He pressed his fingertips to the hot sides of the ceramic cup. “There’s someone I like. And I’m just trying to figure out how to say so. A coworker.”
Heechul’s eyebrows rose. “Aren’t there rules against intra-office dating?”
“Yes, but. That’s not really the problem.”
“And you can’t ask the guy you’ve been ditching us for? Kyuhyun?”
A hysterical giggle nearly escaped him. “No. No, I can’t ask him. What would you do if you had a guy who was into you?”
“Besides tie him to my bed? I’d get him to ask me out. Or ask him out, whatever. Is she pretty?”
He wondered obliquely if Kyuhyun would object to the word pretty being used in reference to himself. Certainly there were points about him that qualified. Maybe his mouth. And yet, he’d gotten away from the point. His coffee was very, very, very interesting as he spoke.
“See. The coworker I like. Is a guy. It’s Kyuhyun.”
And he waited with held breath as that fact sunk into Heechul. And wanted to shrink under the table as Heechul’s first instinct was to burst out laughing, and then grin rather maniacally at him.
“I knew it. Especially after that one girl you introduced us to was all over you, and you were acting like she was covered in nettles. Knew it. Knew it.”
“Well. I don’t.” Any words would have been better than the total lack he was coming up with. And Heechul’s crowing was only serving to make him flush as attention around them turned away again.
“Welcome to the dark side. I knew it,” Heechul said. “So, wow. You’re really into this guy. And you weren’t just convinced of this newfound love of men by seeing Siwon’s PDA, either. So go get him? Have you made out?”
“He’s my friend. And yes, we’ve sort of. But I’ve already tried to pull away from him once, and if I do it again, there’s no way he’s going to believe me again.”
He resigned himself, telling Heechul as much as he was comfortable with, about cutting things off with Kyuhyun, and taking up with the girl. Leaving out a lot of details he didn’t think were important. The making out details especially.
“Well, no shit. I’d kick your ass, too, if it were me. No one wants a revolving door relationship. You’re either in or out. But if he takes you back after you dropping him flat, then he definitely wants you in him.”
“I have no idea what to tell him to make him believe me.”
“Sure you do. It’s always the same. Hi, I was a stupid asshole for leaving you. You’re hotter than the sun - and I hope to hell he is - so please take me now. I want you forever and ever, a dog and a few kids and a pony show, etc, etc. Kiss, make up, roll around on the bed, all better. Unless you screw up again. In which case, you might need something a little bit better than sex. Maybe a yacht?”
His head ached above his eyebrows, and he rubbed between them. Not that apologizing to and then having sex with Kyuhyun sounded like a bad idea, and in fact sounded like a really good one. The sex part especially. But apologizing meant potentially admitting to Kyuhyun a few things that he hadn’t figured out how to say out loud. And maybe that was cowardly of him, but sort of telling Heechul counted for something, he thought. It meant he wasn’t running away, which had been the one thing he’d become most scared of. The two options he saw were stalling where he was, in some sort of horse latitudes of emotional defeat, or actually getting to where he wanted.
Telling Kyuhyun everything. Acting on what he said. And never looking back. Of course, that meant figuring out when to tell Kyuhyun. He looked back over his shoulder at work a few times, seeing the line of Kyuhyun’s back. Right there, making him think and wonder. It had to go smoothly, he thought. It had to.
***
All that existed to him was the game. It centered him, and it didn’t matter how stressful it was, how successful he was. His whole focus was on just that, and maybe drinking or eating while he did it. He wasn’t that consumed, that he forgot other things. His stomach was way too insistent for that. Most times. The sound of the keys under his fingers, working with his computer to get everything accomplished. It was perfect.
And he did hear the door the first time the chime sounded. He just ignored it. He didn’t have anyone that had said they were coming, and if it was his family they would go away and call before coming again. In fact, he’d almost forgotten the sound by the time it came again. He actually glanced up that time. Insistent, then.
The third ring came even quicker, and he glared at the door, pausing the game.
He was more stiff than he thought he should be and realized an extra hour more than he had assumed had gone by. Huh. He didn’t even bother to look seeing who it was, opening it, ready to send anyone away. It was the weekend. He didn’t want to see anyone’s face until he had no other option.
But he didn’t even have to see the person’s face to know who it was, catching a glimpse of cocked hips and then darting up to Zhou Mi’s face. He sighed in frustration, realizing he had just answered the door on 24 hours of being in the same pajamas, not brushing his hair, and really barely even his teeth. Congratulations, world, a Kyuhyun in his natural environment. But staring at Zhou Mi wasn’t getting him anywhere, no matter how hot he looked in his jeans and draping t-shirt.
“You need something?” Kyuhyun asked, trying to sound unaffected.
It wasn’t like it had been a long time since they’d seen each other. That whole day and a little more. Every day before that. And he’d had little desire or expectation to see Zhou Mi again until he actually wandered into his cubicle bright and early the next week with a game plan. Okay, the desire part was a little wrong, because it was hard to just shut off the fact that they’d made out on multiple occasions, and that figuring out what to do with a man who wasn’t into men wasn’t exactly part of his life plan.
Zhou Mi hadn’t pushed him on it the last week, so he figured he was going to have to figure out a way over it himself.
Zhou Mi, though, was staring at him from his head on down. He resisted the urge to curl his bare toes. Barely.
“Have you eaten?” Zhou Mi asked him, getting a hand onto the door like he thought Kyuhyun wasn’t going to try and slam in closed.
“No?” He didn’t think that bowl of chips counted. But while he was trying to figure out a way to explain the soup he’d eaten, Zhou Mi was leaning in, sniffing at his shoulder.
“Go shower. I’ll wait, and we can get something to eat.”
There were a thousand biting things he could’ve replied right then, like I wonder what you smell like and so many others that just weren’t populating in his head at all. So he just drew himself up and let the door swing open.
“Sure. Fine,” he said, turning, and belatedly hoping his shirt wasn’t hiked up his back from the way he’d been sitting.
Even as he was yanking on his jeans, and trying to make his hair behave, he wondered what brought it on. Zhou Mi, showing up at his door. Sure, he’d told Zhou Mi that he’d have to work to get any more contact, but he didn’t think surprise stopping by and dragging people out to dinner counted. Unless Zhou Mi thought it was some kind of date, and he kind of shoved that aside. Whether Zhou Mi wanted sex or not, there wasn’t any way he’d just start dating a man to do it, especially not when Kyuhyun had been willing to give it up anyway.
He’d gotten on his socks, detouring back to his computer to log out so they could go, noting Zhou Mi standing from where he’d been fiddling with his cell phone, and coming over to crouch near where Kyuhyun was trying to get his computer to cooperate.
“Stop hovering, Mom. I’ll just be a second.”
“I’m hungry,” Zhou Mi told him, clearly not holding back at all.
“I should just knock you over,” Kyuhyun said, pretending to glare at him.
“Don’t you dare try,” Zhou Mi said.
They kind of swatted at each other ineffectually, not much of a threat. He supposed he could’ve knocked Zhou Mi back, but that would’ve just been an invitation to climb on top of him. And he didn’t need any more of those than his brain supplied already.
“Okay, fine. I’m ready,” he said, standing. “You know, patience is a virtue.”
“Help.”
Kyuhyun snickered, taking Zhou Mi’s hands and helping to pull him to his feet. “Oh, now you’re grandpa?”
Zhou Mi was drumming some kind of tattoo on his shoulders as he followed Kyuhyun out the door, thankfully not pushing him away before he actually got to make sure the door was locked. So maybe he really was hungry.
“So where are we going?” he asked warily, once they were heading down into the subway. Zhou Mi had seemed content just to lead him up till then, scanning his pass and clattering down the stairs toward the trains.
“Barbecue, I think, if that’s okay?” Zhou Mi said, the breeze of a passing train ruffling the hair on his forehead.
“Sure, that’s fine.”
Not like it hardly could be otherwise. Zhou Mi had it all figured out, where they were going, how they were getting there. It was a little unnerving to be like baggage in Zhou Mi’s plans, just getting led along like nothing was amiss. Like Zhou Mi just popped by to drag him out to dinner all the time.
The scent of grilling meat sort of sent all his thoughts away, greedily looking at the offerings and feeling rather pleased as Zhou Mi ordered beef for both of them. He sipped at his water, trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing as he tried not to let his stomach do all the thinking for him.
“How has your weekend been?” Zhou Mi asked, resting an elbow on the table and propping his head in his hand.
“So far? Fine. Just been gaming. Relaxing. Yours?”
“I read a book. Did some shopping. I was dressed and ready to go out, so I thought I’d just stop by and see if you wanted… Well, to go get something to eat.”
“And you couldn’t have called first?”
They were interrupted by the platter of meat being set on the table, and all the sides. He almost would’ve eaten it raw, helping Zhou Mi get it started cooking. Watching like some kind of hawk, moving it. Until it was ready to be eaten. Just biting into it, tasting the spice of the sides, the rich fatty broth, crisp bits at the edges. He just leaned back in the booth and chewed, not sure he ever wanted to stop or swallow.
But he did, staring to see what piece was going to be ready next, and happening to glance up to watch Zhou Mi wiping at a corner of his mouth.
“I didn’t call,” Zhou Mi told him, “Because you’ve been avoiding me this week.”
“Not on…” Purpose? Of course some of it had been on purpose. He had a man he wanted to tie to his bed and never let out of it humming and bending over and in general getting all up in his eyes whether he meant to or not. A man he sort of liked which was embarrassing in itself, since he was pretty sure it’d started out as a drunken good time with a friend.
“What do you expect me to do?” he asked Zhou Mi, staring at his plate as he fixed himself another wrap.
“I told you I want you. Was it just a game to you?”
Frustration spurted through him. “No, of course not.”
“What am I supposed to think when you’ve barely talked to me this week?”
He paused with another piece of succulent meat in his hand, and had to force himself to meet Zhou Mi’s eyes.
“Is there some kind of protocol for how to deal with your straight coworker that you’ve gotten mixed up with? I’m sorry I needed time to think.”
Zhou Mi’s face had a rather peculiar expression at that, and he wondered why.
“So you didn’t expect me to want you after what we did?” Zhou Mi pressed.
“Of course I wanted you to want me. What kind of a freak do you think I am?”
Zhou Mi let out an awkward laugh. “It’s not like you did anything against my will. Or me either. I guess it gave both of us time to think about what it is that we want from each other.”
He was a little more wary than he had expected, hearing only the “want” part of it. Zhou Mi had thought the thrill had gone for Kyuhyun, but Kyuhyun was wondering when the thrill would be gone for Zhou Mi.
“Then let me ask you this,” Kyuhyun said, after thinking for a moment. “Did you expect to want me after what we did? You’re the one who stopped everything, not me.”
And Zhou Mi gaped at him, clearly not expecting the question, as though Kyuhyun had hit him between the eyes with a hammer.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“No,” Zhou Mi said, stopping him mid-thought. “No. I knew I’d want you. But I don’t think I knew how much. And that’s why I-”
Ended things? Got a girlfriend? It meant that on the “want” scale, it had probably fallen higher than Zhou Mi expected. If Zhou Mi had expected much at all. And if Zhou Mi had been scared by that? He’d been the one moaning Zhou Mi’s name in his bathroom, when it had gone from a sweet little experiment to active making out. Not a kiss of a man who didn’t want. The freaking out, the fear, he got that. He’d run away from things in his past, too. But it didn’t mean Kyuhyun didn’t care. It was his pride, and trust, and even feelings that were littering the path ahead of them. And even if Zhou Mi wanted him still, it didn’t tell him why, or anything else he wanted to know for that matter. And the middle of a restaurant wasn’t the place to be getting into dirty sexual details.
They stayed to more neutral topics. The staff meeting the next week, sports, world events. It had relaxed him at last, not trying to measure every word that came out of his mouth or Zhou Mi’s. And it kept him from getting indigestion from the truly delectable food. If it hadn’t been so hot, he’d have licked the grill clean. Apparently eating soup all weekend left a little bit of a hole in his gut.
But heading back toward his apartment wasn’t exactly as easy as he’d thought. Watching Zhou Mi hold onto the pole to steady himself and remembering the one time that hand had been wrapped around Kyuhyun instead. Long, sturdy, perfect fingers, warm, tight, stroking. Moaning against Kyuhyun’s neck, coming in his mouth. He could try to tell himself forever that Zhou Mi wasn’t the kind of man he was attracted to, the kind he should want. But straight or not, he was. It probably would’ve been easier if he couldn’t have imagined all the ways they could tangle together. And Zhou Mi’s mouth? Kissing him, sucking him. He closed his eyes. That voice, the same voice they’d been discussing totally innocent things, speaking into his ear. He didn’t really rationalize why Zhou Mi was looking back.
His pants were way too tight for those kinds of thoughts. His stop was announced, and he leaned against the pole, just past Zhou Mi, waiting until the last second to turn.
“Thanks for dinner,” he said, and pushed out just before the doors closed.
He thought of taking the stairs of his building, working out a few of the backflips his stomach was taking, but he couldn’t. Restless in the elevator as he shifted, cursing his body and its inability to let a few stupid images go. He could’ve just went out, found some club, some anonymous body. But it was impossible when he would’ve been picturing Zhou Mi anyway. He stripped himself from his jeans with relief, discarding his underwear and pulling back on his pajamas. He just wanted a little friction. Just a little teasing. He let the flat of his palm rub through the cloth, rumbling as he imagined it was Zhou Mi’s hand instead, standing against his back and wanting him to strip it off.
The ringing of the doorbell had his whole body jerking, heart leaping. He hissed, arranging his pants and shirt to appear presentable. A night of too many freaking interruptions.
It was Zhou Mi, looking a little pissed, actually. He blinked, stared, and wondered that he should find that expression hot.
“Is that it? Just a “thanks for dinner” and it’s over?”
Kyuhyun stood like an idiot. “Did you want something else? Did you want me to pay my half? Because I can. Here, hang on.”
But Zhou Mi had snagged his fingers into the pocket of Kyuhyun’s shirt, stepping in the door and pushing it shut behind him. “I don’t want your money.”
But he did, apparently, want Kyuhyun’s mouth. Diving in like some hawk on its prey, and pushing against him. He felt like it almost should’ve hurt, but Zhou Mi kept moving, hands running hard down Kyuhyun’s sides, gripping his hips and almost stopping them short as their lips moved together.
“What-?” he tried, trying to engage his brain, his sanity, something.
And Zhou Mi’s eyes opened for one long moment, catching Kyuhyun’s.
“Please. I need this. You.”
And Zhou Mi proved it, meeting his mouth. He had no idea what had spurred it. Their conversation, the look he’d been giving Kyuhyun in the subway? The weeks of not even touching each other casually? It was hard to get past the fact that it was Zhou Mi kissing him, and Zhou Mi groping him. And not just that, but finally. Finally, like he’d been craving it, not even realizing how much he needed it. Not even the little red flag in the corner of his mind that blared wondering what he was doing loosened his resolve. Was it that bad to just live it, one more time? I need this. You. And maybe he didn’t want to, but he did. And for right then, they both did. Zhou Mi would’ve had a painful time getting away, Kyuhyun’s hands clutching him close by his ears.
He felt the cloth of his pajamas give, sliding partway down in the back as he melted into the soft fabric of the couch cushion, bumping with Zhou Mi’s mouth. Somehow Zhou Mi got himself situated, knees on other side of Kyuhyun’s hips, pants half open, and unbuttoning Kyuhyun’s shirt like it was the only thing that would save his life.
He moaned silently as Zhou Mi’s mouth pressed wet along his sternum. Teeth scraping his collarbone. Zhou Mi’s fingers in his hair, bending his head back, pressing kisses up neck, making him swallow convulsively against that mouth. What should he do, what could he do? When Zhou Mi was sucking at his earlobe, his jaw. He shuddered, some bizarre sound leaving him as Zhou Mi shifted on his legs, the front of their pants rubbing together.
“Zhou Mi,” he panted.
Hands pulling down his pants the rest of the way, fingers releasing him. Stroking him. And shifting until Zhou Mi was not just touching Kyuhyun, but both of them, together. The sight of it had his eyes rolling in his head. Perfect, pressed together like they were made for each other.
He watched Zhou Mi swallow hard, doing what came naturally, even if it was to both of them and not just to himself. He wanted to nibble that chin, and so he did, paying Zhou Mi back in moans and ecstasy as he kneaded Zhou Mi’s shoulders. He couldn’t think, didn’t honestly care, that Zhou Mi could be out the door again as soon as it was over, or about all the reasons they shouldn’t be doing it. He just cared that they were, that Zhou Mi’s mouth was catching at his as they explored each other’s faces. He could smell Zhou Mi, taste him, feel him. Was practically breathing for him.
Until Zhou Mi’s cell phone rang, anyway. And it rang and vibrated in such a way that it had them both moaning. He hissed, ready to throw the damn thing against the door and let it shatter when Zhou Mi finally yanked it free of his pocket and got it to his ear.
“Hi?” Zhou Mi said, sounding a little breathless, his eyes on Kyuhyun’s. “Oh, yeah, that sounds good. I haven’t seen everyone in a while. I’m not doing anything tonight.”
He didn’t realize his head was thrashing back and forth in denial until Zhou Mi caught his chin, grinning at him.
“Twenty minutes?” Zhou Mi asked. “Sure, that’s fine. Hey, is it okay if I bring someone? Mmhm. Okay. Yeah, thanks, bye bye.”
“Go where?” he got out when Zhou Mi had hung up, but he didn’t get an answer, just a tongue seeking his. And then he didn’t care where so much as he demanded that Zhou Mi kept doing what he was doing, rocking, stroking, kissing, moaning. Some of those moans were his, sharp in the air and so unsubtle.
Zhou Mi’s moans got closer together, and he knew it, the second he’d hit the edge, fingers almost painful around him and hearing Zhou Mi come, feeling Zhou Mi come, had him right there, too. Drawing in dazed, desperate breaths against Zhou Mi’s ear.
He moaned. Zhou Mi’s hand left him, fingers wiping on Kyuhyun’s shirt and steadying himself to look down at Kyuhyun.
He blinked, swallowed. Tried to make sure that he could speak. “That was how you wanted me to pay you for dinner?”
He tasted Zhou Mi’s laugh, letting his fingers trace the lines of Zhou Mi’s back, shoulder blades. He could’ve stayed there, dozy, for an eternity. And then he realized something. Their lips parted with a smack. “Hey, why’d you wipe your hand on my shirt?”
Zhou Mi grinned at him, shifting and making them both grunt. “It seemed better than the couch, and you can change into another one before we go. I don’t have a change of clothes.”
He frowned, feeling the tug of it sulky on his lips. “I didn’t say I was going. And going where?”
“You’ll see,” Zhou Mi murmured, and distracted him with a kiss.
***
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 * Chapter Four * Chapter Five
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Kyuhyun loved his friends, he really did. And it was only because he had reached some kind of an impasse that he talked to them about his little problem at all. Little problem. He’d told himself it was a temporary thing, a stupid thing, to include any kind of sex with Zhou Mi. But what he done? Kept doing it. And then when he thought Zhou Mi had done what they should’ve done to start with, and put a stop to it? Then Zhou Mi had to push in, interrupting him like he felt he owned Kyuhyun. Which Zhou Mi did not. And he still had no idea what to make of that. Zhou Mi had changed his mind and what? He’d said they needed to talk.
Had broken up with his girlfriend. Or he girl he’d started dating, whatever she’d been to Zhou Mi. Kyuhyun had been conflicted to hear it. On one hand, glad, because he didn’t have to hear anything else about her from Zhou Mi. On the other, worried. Because if it meant that Zhou Mi wanted to “experiment” a little more, that a girl just wasn’t quite as exciting any more, then he had no idea where they were going to end up or if he was going to like it when they got there.
“You’re sure he was dating a girl?” Ryeowook asked. And since he had been at the bar with Kyuhyun, Ryeowook had seen Zhou Mi all but grope his leg.
Kyuhyun laughed, rocking his chair back. “Am I sure? The first one, it seemed like some days that he called her just about every hour, had a picture of her on his desk, his cell phone. Kept inviting her in for lunch and trying to set up dates. Yeah, I’m pretty sure they were dating.”
“Sounds like he was desperate. Did you even see her? Was she hot?”
“You’ve seen him. Would he date someone less than hot? She was really good looking. You know. For a girl.”
“Why did they break up?”
“She broke up with him, or at least that’s what he said.”
“Probably to get away from all the phone calls,” Yesung muttered.
Kyuhyun shot him a dirty look, which Ryeowook echoed before turning back to Kyuhyun.
“So he breaks up with his girlfriend, and now he wants you? Why?”
“Why, and I don’t know. Maybe even more I want to know for how long,” Kyuhyun admitted. “Because is it some kind of experiment? How long until he drops me?”
“You think he’ll want to have lunch with you, too? I mean, to actually date you, or does he just want back in it for the sex?”
Yesung laughed. “Not that you minded the sex.”
“Shut up,” Kyuhyun muttered. “Before he got the girlfriend, we ate together a lot anyway. Then it just got awkward. He kept trying to make plans, get together, but then he kept bringing up the girl.”
“Maybe he was trying to see how you’d react,” Ryeowook offered. “And you said you got angry with him about it, so maybe that told him something. You wouldn’t have gotten angry if you just thought of him as some easy lay on the side.”
And that burned him. To think if he could’ve kept his mouth shut, reacted neutrally, that he could’ve spared them both a lot of grief. Every single time he had opened his mouth, he must’ve been screaming to Zhou Mi to get out of his pants and back into Kyuhyun’s.
“You should definitely talk to him. Maybe there’s something he’s not telling you. Maybe he was just scared when he left before. Maybe you could really start something good together,” Ryeowook said.
Maybe. Maybe But he felt he needed a little more time, too. To see if that was really what he wanted, or if he wanted more. If it was worth it. And he wasn’t just talking about Zhou Mi’s wet mouth and lust-addled eyes. Sleeping together wasn’t going to solve their problems. Maybe it’d even make it worse. But he couldn’t say he didn’t want it. And that was the problem.
***
If Zhou Mi had meant for his announcement that he had broken up with the girl to be something significant, he had accomplished that. To drop that as a bomb and leave before Kyuhyun could even get his brain together had been cruel beyond belief. Or maybe it had been good. Maybe he’d sort of believed Zhou Mi had meant what he said, that he’d “changed his mind.” That he wanted Kyuhyun and not whoever he’d started dating. It brought everything that Ryeowook had told him to the forefront. It was like Zhou Mi was demonstrating to him that he meant it. After all, surely he had to if he’d broken up with the girl?
Zhou Mi was clever, then. It gave them both time to think. Even if part of his thinking process ended with his hands in his pants. What did Zhou Mi want? He’d touched Kyuhyun once, kissed him. Freaked out and got a girlfriend. So if they worked up to that level again, then what? Kissing, touching, blowing. Yes, so it had been the image of Zhou Mi’s mouth sucking him that had derailed his thought process, but he figured no one else had to know. He licked a droplet a of water from the edge of his glass and thought hard. If they got beyond that. Did Zhou Mi want sex? He imagined it’d be him on his back, because if Zhou Mi was questioning about it at all then there wasn’t any way he was getting inside Zhou Mi. But his point was, if Zhou Mi freaked out over a handjob and some spit swapping, what kind of personal revelation followed a bout of sweaty sex? The next thing he knew, Zhou Mi could be married and making babies.
Okay, probably a little extreme. But he had no idea how tight the band was in Zhou Mi that kept him wherever he was. And the easiest way was to actually ask Zhou Mi about it, but he dismissed that immediately. Zhou Mi might not even know. And asking just put him in an awkward position, where it looked like he wanted to be sure for his own purposes, rather than thinking of Zhou Mi’s wellbeing. Which, honestly, there was definitely both involved.
But he couldn’t treat Zhou Mi like he had the plague, like he had the first couple days. Though in his defense, Zhou Mi hadn’t exactly sought him out. And then he knew why, when Zhou Mi announced why he was suddenly single again.
He gripped the computer mouse tighter, to keep from touching his thigh where Zhou Mi had. I’ve changed my mind.
Surely some assurance wasn’t too much to ask. And he wasn’t even sure there was anything to salvage. Still, as he retrieved his lunch, they stood and stared at each other a moment. He gestured with his bag, and Zhou Mi echoed it. So they sat together in companionable near-silence. At least until he forgot himself and made a joke about what had happened earlier that day with their phone system. He hadn’t even realized it himself until Zhou Mi had looked up at him and smiled, joking back with him.
It kind of felt like starting where they’d begun. He didn’t even know how or why he felt like his trust had been dinged, but he stupidly kind of wanted to believe in Zhou Mi again. Maybe Zhou Mi was right, and they needed to talk. But he just didn’t know how yet. Or when.
The next two days were busy, and he left early, taking his lunch alone. He needed to figure out what he wanted from that man, and that smile.
***
If there was one thing that concerned Zhou Mi above trying to figure out how the puzzle pieces inside himself were supposed to fit again, it was the gnawing worry about Kyuhyun. Dancing around each other, taking separate lunches. Letting the fact that Zhou Mi had broken up with a woman, and was still interested in Kyuhyun sort of stand on its own for a while. But he knew it couldn’t for too long. At some point, they were actually going to have to talk. Which meant his mouth moving, and possibly Kyuhyun’s, and hoping that Kyuhyun didn’t hate him. Or not want him any more.
And it was the lunch that they finally did eat together, directly midweek and startling as Kyuhyun laughed with him, that drove him out of his own head. There were so many confessions he could see himself making, and each one was more confusing than the last.
“I am attracted to Kyuhyun,” he told his mirror after a few days of reciting it silently. “I like men. I am attracted to…men. And that’s okay?”
And nothing changed. He didn’t turn into Pinocchio, and the sky hadn’t descended. He still looked like the same man he’d become who breathed carefully, averted his eyes, and denied everything. And he was sort of cheerfully naive for about two seconds, thinking that saying it out loud at all equaled being able to say it out loud to another person. Much less a person he’d left, and probably hurt, and who had no idea why.
“I broke up with the girl I was seeing,” he told Heechul, meeting his friend for coffee after work. He didn’t really expect much of a reaction, given that Heechul had barely heard of her, and it hadn’t been that long. And he was more or less right.
“You didn’t have much to say about her anyway. Going to try being single for a while? You’ve left a string of girls in Korea since you’ve been here.”
“No. Actually.” He pressed his fingertips to the hot sides of the ceramic cup. “There’s someone I like. And I’m just trying to figure out how to say so. A coworker.”
Heechul’s eyebrows rose. “Aren’t there rules against intra-office dating?”
“Yes, but. That’s not really the problem.”
“And you can’t ask the guy you’ve been ditching us for? Kyuhyun?”
A hysterical giggle nearly escaped him. “No. No, I can’t ask him. What would you do if you had a guy who was into you?”
“Besides tie him to my bed? I’d get him to ask me out. Or ask him out, whatever. Is she pretty?”
He wondered obliquely if Kyuhyun would object to the word pretty being used in reference to himself. Certainly there were points about him that qualified. Maybe his mouth. And yet, he’d gotten away from the point. His coffee was very, very, very interesting as he spoke.
“See. The coworker I like. Is a guy. It’s Kyuhyun.”
And he waited with held breath as that fact sunk into Heechul. And wanted to shrink under the table as Heechul’s first instinct was to burst out laughing, and then grin rather maniacally at him.
“I knew it. Especially after that one girl you introduced us to was all over you, and you were acting like she was covered in nettles. Knew it. Knew it.”
“Well. I don’t.” Any words would have been better than the total lack he was coming up with. And Heechul’s crowing was only serving to make him flush as attention around them turned away again.
“Welcome to the dark side. I knew it,” Heechul said. “So, wow. You’re really into this guy. And you weren’t just convinced of this newfound love of men by seeing Siwon’s PDA, either. So go get him? Have you made out?”
“He’s my friend. And yes, we’ve sort of. But I’ve already tried to pull away from him once, and if I do it again, there’s no way he’s going to believe me again.”
He resigned himself, telling Heechul as much as he was comfortable with, about cutting things off with Kyuhyun, and taking up with the girl. Leaving out a lot of details he didn’t think were important. The making out details especially.
“Well, no shit. I’d kick your ass, too, if it were me. No one wants a revolving door relationship. You’re either in or out. But if he takes you back after you dropping him flat, then he definitely wants you in him.”
“I have no idea what to tell him to make him believe me.”
“Sure you do. It’s always the same. Hi, I was a stupid asshole for leaving you. You’re hotter than the sun - and I hope to hell he is - so please take me now. I want you forever and ever, a dog and a few kids and a pony show, etc, etc. Kiss, make up, roll around on the bed, all better. Unless you screw up again. In which case, you might need something a little bit better than sex. Maybe a yacht?”
His head ached above his eyebrows, and he rubbed between them. Not that apologizing to and then having sex with Kyuhyun sounded like a bad idea, and in fact sounded like a really good one. The sex part especially. But apologizing meant potentially admitting to Kyuhyun a few things that he hadn’t figured out how to say out loud. And maybe that was cowardly of him, but sort of telling Heechul counted for something, he thought. It meant he wasn’t running away, which had been the one thing he’d become most scared of. The two options he saw were stalling where he was, in some sort of horse latitudes of emotional defeat, or actually getting to where he wanted.
Telling Kyuhyun everything. Acting on what he said. And never looking back. Of course, that meant figuring out when to tell Kyuhyun. He looked back over his shoulder at work a few times, seeing the line of Kyuhyun’s back. Right there, making him think and wonder. It had to go smoothly, he thought. It had to.
***
All that existed to him was the game. It centered him, and it didn’t matter how stressful it was, how successful he was. His whole focus was on just that, and maybe drinking or eating while he did it. He wasn’t that consumed, that he forgot other things. His stomach was way too insistent for that. Most times. The sound of the keys under his fingers, working with his computer to get everything accomplished. It was perfect.
And he did hear the door the first time the chime sounded. He just ignored it. He didn’t have anyone that had said they were coming, and if it was his family they would go away and call before coming again. In fact, he’d almost forgotten the sound by the time it came again. He actually glanced up that time. Insistent, then.
The third ring came even quicker, and he glared at the door, pausing the game.
He was more stiff than he thought he should be and realized an extra hour more than he had assumed had gone by. Huh. He didn’t even bother to look seeing who it was, opening it, ready to send anyone away. It was the weekend. He didn’t want to see anyone’s face until he had no other option.
But he didn’t even have to see the person’s face to know who it was, catching a glimpse of cocked hips and then darting up to Zhou Mi’s face. He sighed in frustration, realizing he had just answered the door on 24 hours of being in the same pajamas, not brushing his hair, and really barely even his teeth. Congratulations, world, a Kyuhyun in his natural environment. But staring at Zhou Mi wasn’t getting him anywhere, no matter how hot he looked in his jeans and draping t-shirt.
“You need something?” Kyuhyun asked, trying to sound unaffected.
It wasn’t like it had been a long time since they’d seen each other. That whole day and a little more. Every day before that. And he’d had little desire or expectation to see Zhou Mi again until he actually wandered into his cubicle bright and early the next week with a game plan. Okay, the desire part was a little wrong, because it was hard to just shut off the fact that they’d made out on multiple occasions, and that figuring out what to do with a man who wasn’t into men wasn’t exactly part of his life plan.
Zhou Mi hadn’t pushed him on it the last week, so he figured he was going to have to figure out a way over it himself.
Zhou Mi, though, was staring at him from his head on down. He resisted the urge to curl his bare toes. Barely.
“Have you eaten?” Zhou Mi asked him, getting a hand onto the door like he thought Kyuhyun wasn’t going to try and slam in closed.
“No?” He didn’t think that bowl of chips counted. But while he was trying to figure out a way to explain the soup he’d eaten, Zhou Mi was leaning in, sniffing at his shoulder.
“Go shower. I’ll wait, and we can get something to eat.”
There were a thousand biting things he could’ve replied right then, like I wonder what you smell like and so many others that just weren’t populating in his head at all. So he just drew himself up and let the door swing open.
“Sure. Fine,” he said, turning, and belatedly hoping his shirt wasn’t hiked up his back from the way he’d been sitting.
Even as he was yanking on his jeans, and trying to make his hair behave, he wondered what brought it on. Zhou Mi, showing up at his door. Sure, he’d told Zhou Mi that he’d have to work to get any more contact, but he didn’t think surprise stopping by and dragging people out to dinner counted. Unless Zhou Mi thought it was some kind of date, and he kind of shoved that aside. Whether Zhou Mi wanted sex or not, there wasn’t any way he’d just start dating a man to do it, especially not when Kyuhyun had been willing to give it up anyway.
He’d gotten on his socks, detouring back to his computer to log out so they could go, noting Zhou Mi standing from where he’d been fiddling with his cell phone, and coming over to crouch near where Kyuhyun was trying to get his computer to cooperate.
“Stop hovering, Mom. I’ll just be a second.”
“I’m hungry,” Zhou Mi told him, clearly not holding back at all.
“I should just knock you over,” Kyuhyun said, pretending to glare at him.
“Don’t you dare try,” Zhou Mi said.
They kind of swatted at each other ineffectually, not much of a threat. He supposed he could’ve knocked Zhou Mi back, but that would’ve just been an invitation to climb on top of him. And he didn’t need any more of those than his brain supplied already.
“Okay, fine. I’m ready,” he said, standing. “You know, patience is a virtue.”
“Help.”
Kyuhyun snickered, taking Zhou Mi’s hands and helping to pull him to his feet. “Oh, now you’re grandpa?”
Zhou Mi was drumming some kind of tattoo on his shoulders as he followed Kyuhyun out the door, thankfully not pushing him away before he actually got to make sure the door was locked. So maybe he really was hungry.
“So where are we going?” he asked warily, once they were heading down into the subway. Zhou Mi had seemed content just to lead him up till then, scanning his pass and clattering down the stairs toward the trains.
“Barbecue, I think, if that’s okay?” Zhou Mi said, the breeze of a passing train ruffling the hair on his forehead.
“Sure, that’s fine.”
Not like it hardly could be otherwise. Zhou Mi had it all figured out, where they were going, how they were getting there. It was a little unnerving to be like baggage in Zhou Mi’s plans, just getting led along like nothing was amiss. Like Zhou Mi just popped by to drag him out to dinner all the time.
The scent of grilling meat sort of sent all his thoughts away, greedily looking at the offerings and feeling rather pleased as Zhou Mi ordered beef for both of them. He sipped at his water, trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing as he tried not to let his stomach do all the thinking for him.
“How has your weekend been?” Zhou Mi asked, resting an elbow on the table and propping his head in his hand.
“So far? Fine. Just been gaming. Relaxing. Yours?”
“I read a book. Did some shopping. I was dressed and ready to go out, so I thought I’d just stop by and see if you wanted… Well, to go get something to eat.”
“And you couldn’t have called first?”
They were interrupted by the platter of meat being set on the table, and all the sides. He almost would’ve eaten it raw, helping Zhou Mi get it started cooking. Watching like some kind of hawk, moving it. Until it was ready to be eaten. Just biting into it, tasting the spice of the sides, the rich fatty broth, crisp bits at the edges. He just leaned back in the booth and chewed, not sure he ever wanted to stop or swallow.
But he did, staring to see what piece was going to be ready next, and happening to glance up to watch Zhou Mi wiping at a corner of his mouth.
“I didn’t call,” Zhou Mi told him, “Because you’ve been avoiding me this week.”
“Not on…” Purpose? Of course some of it had been on purpose. He had a man he wanted to tie to his bed and never let out of it humming and bending over and in general getting all up in his eyes whether he meant to or not. A man he sort of liked which was embarrassing in itself, since he was pretty sure it’d started out as a drunken good time with a friend.
“What do you expect me to do?” he asked Zhou Mi, staring at his plate as he fixed himself another wrap.
“I told you I want you. Was it just a game to you?”
Frustration spurted through him. “No, of course not.”
“What am I supposed to think when you’ve barely talked to me this week?”
He paused with another piece of succulent meat in his hand, and had to force himself to meet Zhou Mi’s eyes.
“Is there some kind of protocol for how to deal with your straight coworker that you’ve gotten mixed up with? I’m sorry I needed time to think.”
Zhou Mi’s face had a rather peculiar expression at that, and he wondered why.
“So you didn’t expect me to want you after what we did?” Zhou Mi pressed.
“Of course I wanted you to want me. What kind of a freak do you think I am?”
Zhou Mi let out an awkward laugh. “It’s not like you did anything against my will. Or me either. I guess it gave both of us time to think about what it is that we want from each other.”
He was a little more wary than he had expected, hearing only the “want” part of it. Zhou Mi had thought the thrill had gone for Kyuhyun, but Kyuhyun was wondering when the thrill would be gone for Zhou Mi.
“Then let me ask you this,” Kyuhyun said, after thinking for a moment. “Did you expect to want me after what we did? You’re the one who stopped everything, not me.”
And Zhou Mi gaped at him, clearly not expecting the question, as though Kyuhyun had hit him between the eyes with a hammer.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“No,” Zhou Mi said, stopping him mid-thought. “No. I knew I’d want you. But I don’t think I knew how much. And that’s why I-”
Ended things? Got a girlfriend? It meant that on the “want” scale, it had probably fallen higher than Zhou Mi expected. If Zhou Mi had expected much at all. And if Zhou Mi had been scared by that? He’d been the one moaning Zhou Mi’s name in his bathroom, when it had gone from a sweet little experiment to active making out. Not a kiss of a man who didn’t want. The freaking out, the fear, he got that. He’d run away from things in his past, too. But it didn’t mean Kyuhyun didn’t care. It was his pride, and trust, and even feelings that were littering the path ahead of them. And even if Zhou Mi wanted him still, it didn’t tell him why, or anything else he wanted to know for that matter. And the middle of a restaurant wasn’t the place to be getting into dirty sexual details.
They stayed to more neutral topics. The staff meeting the next week, sports, world events. It had relaxed him at last, not trying to measure every word that came out of his mouth or Zhou Mi’s. And it kept him from getting indigestion from the truly delectable food. If it hadn’t been so hot, he’d have licked the grill clean. Apparently eating soup all weekend left a little bit of a hole in his gut.
But heading back toward his apartment wasn’t exactly as easy as he’d thought. Watching Zhou Mi hold onto the pole to steady himself and remembering the one time that hand had been wrapped around Kyuhyun instead. Long, sturdy, perfect fingers, warm, tight, stroking. Moaning against Kyuhyun’s neck, coming in his mouth. He could try to tell himself forever that Zhou Mi wasn’t the kind of man he was attracted to, the kind he should want. But straight or not, he was. It probably would’ve been easier if he couldn’t have imagined all the ways they could tangle together. And Zhou Mi’s mouth? Kissing him, sucking him. He closed his eyes. That voice, the same voice they’d been discussing totally innocent things, speaking into his ear. He didn’t really rationalize why Zhou Mi was looking back.
His pants were way too tight for those kinds of thoughts. His stop was announced, and he leaned against the pole, just past Zhou Mi, waiting until the last second to turn.
“Thanks for dinner,” he said, and pushed out just before the doors closed.
He thought of taking the stairs of his building, working out a few of the backflips his stomach was taking, but he couldn’t. Restless in the elevator as he shifted, cursing his body and its inability to let a few stupid images go. He could’ve just went out, found some club, some anonymous body. But it was impossible when he would’ve been picturing Zhou Mi anyway. He stripped himself from his jeans with relief, discarding his underwear and pulling back on his pajamas. He just wanted a little friction. Just a little teasing. He let the flat of his palm rub through the cloth, rumbling as he imagined it was Zhou Mi’s hand instead, standing against his back and wanting him to strip it off.
The ringing of the doorbell had his whole body jerking, heart leaping. He hissed, arranging his pants and shirt to appear presentable. A night of too many freaking interruptions.
It was Zhou Mi, looking a little pissed, actually. He blinked, stared, and wondered that he should find that expression hot.
“Is that it? Just a “thanks for dinner” and it’s over?”
Kyuhyun stood like an idiot. “Did you want something else? Did you want me to pay my half? Because I can. Here, hang on.”
But Zhou Mi had snagged his fingers into the pocket of Kyuhyun’s shirt, stepping in the door and pushing it shut behind him. “I don’t want your money.”
But he did, apparently, want Kyuhyun’s mouth. Diving in like some hawk on its prey, and pushing against him. He felt like it almost should’ve hurt, but Zhou Mi kept moving, hands running hard down Kyuhyun’s sides, gripping his hips and almost stopping them short as their lips moved together.
“What-?” he tried, trying to engage his brain, his sanity, something.
And Zhou Mi’s eyes opened for one long moment, catching Kyuhyun’s.
“Please. I need this. You.”
And Zhou Mi proved it, meeting his mouth. He had no idea what had spurred it. Their conversation, the look he’d been giving Kyuhyun in the subway? The weeks of not even touching each other casually? It was hard to get past the fact that it was Zhou Mi kissing him, and Zhou Mi groping him. And not just that, but finally. Finally, like he’d been craving it, not even realizing how much he needed it. Not even the little red flag in the corner of his mind that blared wondering what he was doing loosened his resolve. Was it that bad to just live it, one more time? I need this. You. And maybe he didn’t want to, but he did. And for right then, they both did. Zhou Mi would’ve had a painful time getting away, Kyuhyun’s hands clutching him close by his ears.
He felt the cloth of his pajamas give, sliding partway down in the back as he melted into the soft fabric of the couch cushion, bumping with Zhou Mi’s mouth. Somehow Zhou Mi got himself situated, knees on other side of Kyuhyun’s hips, pants half open, and unbuttoning Kyuhyun’s shirt like it was the only thing that would save his life.
He moaned silently as Zhou Mi’s mouth pressed wet along his sternum. Teeth scraping his collarbone. Zhou Mi’s fingers in his hair, bending his head back, pressing kisses up neck, making him swallow convulsively against that mouth. What should he do, what could he do? When Zhou Mi was sucking at his earlobe, his jaw. He shuddered, some bizarre sound leaving him as Zhou Mi shifted on his legs, the front of their pants rubbing together.
“Zhou Mi,” he panted.
Hands pulling down his pants the rest of the way, fingers releasing him. Stroking him. And shifting until Zhou Mi was not just touching Kyuhyun, but both of them, together. The sight of it had his eyes rolling in his head. Perfect, pressed together like they were made for each other.
He watched Zhou Mi swallow hard, doing what came naturally, even if it was to both of them and not just to himself. He wanted to nibble that chin, and so he did, paying Zhou Mi back in moans and ecstasy as he kneaded Zhou Mi’s shoulders. He couldn’t think, didn’t honestly care, that Zhou Mi could be out the door again as soon as it was over, or about all the reasons they shouldn’t be doing it. He just cared that they were, that Zhou Mi’s mouth was catching at his as they explored each other’s faces. He could smell Zhou Mi, taste him, feel him. Was practically breathing for him.
Until Zhou Mi’s cell phone rang, anyway. And it rang and vibrated in such a way that it had them both moaning. He hissed, ready to throw the damn thing against the door and let it shatter when Zhou Mi finally yanked it free of his pocket and got it to his ear.
“Hi?” Zhou Mi said, sounding a little breathless, his eyes on Kyuhyun’s. “Oh, yeah, that sounds good. I haven’t seen everyone in a while. I’m not doing anything tonight.”
He didn’t realize his head was thrashing back and forth in denial until Zhou Mi caught his chin, grinning at him.
“Twenty minutes?” Zhou Mi asked. “Sure, that’s fine. Hey, is it okay if I bring someone? Mmhm. Okay. Yeah, thanks, bye bye.”
“Go where?” he got out when Zhou Mi had hung up, but he didn’t get an answer, just a tongue seeking his. And then he didn’t care where so much as he demanded that Zhou Mi kept doing what he was doing, rocking, stroking, kissing, moaning. Some of those moans were his, sharp in the air and so unsubtle.
Zhou Mi’s moans got closer together, and he knew it, the second he’d hit the edge, fingers almost painful around him and hearing Zhou Mi come, feeling Zhou Mi come, had him right there, too. Drawing in dazed, desperate breaths against Zhou Mi’s ear.
He moaned. Zhou Mi’s hand left him, fingers wiping on Kyuhyun’s shirt and steadying himself to look down at Kyuhyun.
He blinked, swallowed. Tried to make sure that he could speak. “That was how you wanted me to pay you for dinner?”
He tasted Zhou Mi’s laugh, letting his fingers trace the lines of Zhou Mi’s back, shoulder blades. He could’ve stayed there, dozy, for an eternity. And then he realized something. Their lips parted with a smack. “Hey, why’d you wipe your hand on my shirt?”
Zhou Mi grinned at him, shifting and making them both grunt. “It seemed better than the couch, and you can change into another one before we go. I don’t have a change of clothes.”
He frowned, feeling the tug of it sulky on his lips. “I didn’t say I was going. And going where?”
“You’ll see,” Zhou Mi murmured, and distracted him with a kiss.
***