[Fic] Company Time - 5/10
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 * Chapter Six
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Brief visit from Siwon and Hangeng in this chapter, just to note that. <3
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It seemed rich food and letting off some sexual frustration did wonders for them. Zhou Mi had them in stitches of laughter the whole way to the music club that Zhou Mi had finally let on that they were going to. Maybe letting all the pent up confusion go for a moment, he could actually remember why they’d hung out together so much to begin with. Zhou Mi the occasional spazz, having to quiet his laughter on the subway car, glancing at Kyuhyun so knowingly.
Whatever he expected of their impromptu meeting with Zhou Mi’s friends, what he found certainly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Three men in a booth, two of which were almost snuggled together rather obviously. He stared at the back of Zhou Mi’s head. So he wasn’t Zhou Mi’s only gay friend.
“Heechul,” Zhou Mi said, gesturing the man sitting on his own. “And Siwon and Hangeng. This is Kyuhyun. He works with me. Kyuhyun, have a seat and I’ll get us something to drink?”
He got several other drink orders too, so Kyuhyun sat and was the focus of three curious pairs of eyes.
“So how long have you and Zhou Mi been banging each other?”
He stared at the man. Heechul, had it been? He thought maybe they’d asked how long he’d known Zhou Mi, or if Zhou Mi had mentioned him, something else kind of neutral. But that?
“Uh,” he said, putting all his college education to good use. “We’re…not?”
Siwon cocked his head. “But you were together when Zhou Mi-”
“They were definitely doing something,” Heechul said.
“Though you always thinking we’re doing something when you call, and you’re almost never right,” Siwon pointed out.
“I know you two,” the man sneered.
Hangeng snorted. “We do not have sex 24 hours a day, and we definitely don’t think, oh, Heechul is going to call, we should get naked.”
Kyuhyun blinked at the rapid-fire banter.“Wait. You think Zhou Mi and I are…?”
Dating? Screwing? What exactly had Zhou Mi been telling them?
“We don’t think, we know,” Heechul corrected.
“It’s crazy in here!” Zhou Mi exclaimed, getting the tray of drinks in his hands down onto the table. “I thought I was going to have to leap over the bar and pour the drinks myself.”
And he demonstrated how desperately undone he was by flopping sideways and getting his head fully onto Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“Looks like nap time,” Siwon laughed.
“Almost. Getting acquainted?” Zhou Mi asked, beaming at the four of them.
“We were just asking Kyuhyun here how long you’ve been…working together.”
“Oh. Since the very first day. I told you about that,” Zhou Mi laughed.
“Sure. Of course. You do the same thing as Zhou Mi?” Siwon asked, smiling a bit kindly at him.
Apparently pointed sexual interrogation was for when Zhou Mi wasn’t around. But none of them had forgotten. Heechul clearly thought they’d been doing something, which they had been. But he hadn’t been asked in a way that meant they had been against it, so much as curious about it. But that Zhou Mi hadn’t told Kyuhyun that two of his friends were a couple? That he found kind of interesting. Zhou Mi didn’t seem ashamed of them, or somehow put off. He guessed it wasn’t something that would logically come up in conversation. So, thanks for blowing me. Did I mention two of my male friends are dating each other?
Or maybe the girlfriends had just been…?
“Come with me,” Zhou Mi said, tugging at his arm.
He stood on instinct, making gestures as Zhou Mi led with with some firmness toward where people were swaying around dancing to the mild low-tempo song that had come on. He felt utterly conspicuous as they merged into the edges, but let Zhou Mi pull him closer, getting his arms around Kyuhyun.
“You like them?” Zhou Mi asked, sort of motioning with his eyes back toward his friends.
Kyuhyun pursed his lips as though he was thinking. “Well. I guess now I know why you’re so weird.”
“Kui Xian!”
Zhou Mi got his arms more firmly around Kyuhyun’s shoulders as they swayed together at the edge of the crowd. His arms went around Zhou Mi’s ribs easily, rubbing along his sides, his back. It was nice, feeling Zhou Mi breathing against him, and sort of nibbling at Zhou Mi’s neck. And the crowd was right there, so they didn’t have to feel awkward for being clingy. It as a young enough crowd, too, that the fact that they were both men wasn’t so conspicuous. With his fingers along either side of Kyuhyun’s neck, he sort of pinched, getting Kyuhyun to tilt his head. And for a second he thought Zhou Mi wanted to ask him another question. But then he had a mouth pressing against the corner of his, against his chin, his cheek. Looking Kyuhyun in the eyes, and so blatantly flirting with him.
It sent a buzz right through him. And he thought he might have moaned, Zhou Mi’s mouth warm as Kyuhyun kissed him, responsive, eager, wet. And where he would have charged ahead, Zhou Mi kept it light. Sweet, moist touches. Almost a tease, but not quite. He kneaded Zhou Mi’s lower back to the time of the music, and Zhou Mi’s arm cradled his head. It connected them irrefutably.
And it hadn’t even been a week since Kyuhyun had assumed he had no chance, when Zhou Mi had stepped between him and another man. All possession and desperate energy. The guy probably would’ve broken Zhou Mi in two. He sniggered, and felt Zhou Mi’s lips curve against his.
“What’s so funny?” Zhou Mi leaned closer to ask.
“Just thinking…” His words trailed away as he blinked over Zhou Mi’s shoulders only to see three sets of curious eyes staring back at him. “Um. I think we have an audience.”
Zhou Mi heaved a sigh that he felt but could not hear, and cupped Kyuhyun’s neck with his hand.
“Can I come see you tomorrow?” Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun laughed. “You didn’t ask the first time, so I suppose so.”
He kept his hand on Zhou Mi’s back as they wove through the crowd. Just staying close, he told himself. Maybe a little more than that. No one was getting ideas about who they were with, that was for sure. He went to the bar and let Zhou Mi sit down first, getting them their last drinks of the night. He tried to avoid looking at the three men they were sitting with entirely, which kind of got hard as they talked loudly above the more bombastic music. He’d implied that he was surprised they thought he and Zhou Mi were together. It wasn’t like he could deny it any more, with Zhou Mi’s arm on the chair behind him, playing with Kyuhyun’s sleeve. Maybe they were together, or could be. And even if he didn’t know what that meant for them yet, he smiled into his drink.
***
It didn’t take too much willpower to wait till almost lunchtime before showing up at Kyuhyun’s door. He’d slept well, even if getting to sleep had been a little hard. Not even just the realization that they’d been out, together, officially. Showing not only himself, but his friends, the truth. Of course Heechul had known, and Zhou Mi knew that he had told Siwon and Hangeng as well. But he’d been excited, pleased, to introduce Kyuhyun to them. Just to make sure that Kyuhyun was comfortable, that everyone liked each other. But the images of having Kyuhyun against him, moaning because of him, went all the way home with him. The memory of it had him stroking himself as he showered. He bet Kyuhyun looked amazing wet, hair slicked back from his face, water dripping down his neck, and chest, and thighs. And he hit his edge imagining Kyuhyun touching himself, eyes on Zhou Mi’s face. Invitation and tease. That body could be his, but he still trembled a bit inside.
“I’m going to go make out with Kyuhyun,” he told himself in the mirror the next day. Carefully arranging his shirt, and feeling both satisfied and turned on by the prospect. Kyuhyun knew, at least, that he was wanted. Even if Zhou Mi still hadn’t gotten around to telling him all the reasons why. But he also imagined that Kyuhyun might have guessed. He felt so hungry that he wondered how it wasn’t just leaking out of himself. And it wasn’t that Kyuhyun was a man. It had so little to do with anatomy. Because no matter what his eyes saw and appreciated, Kyuhyun was Kyuhyun. Quick tongue, soft heart. A voice that made him shiver, and a fantastic ass.
And it wasn’t as though he went straight to Kyuhyun’s. He had his own things to do. He wondered how many times he was going to have to knock before Kyuhyun decided to open the door. When they’d parted ways in the subway, Kyuhyun had indicated he’d be home all day, so Zhou Mi wasn’t very concerned about him being gone. He was seconds away from raising his hand again when he heard the locks being turned, and Kyuhyun stood as though he knew who he was opening the door to. In his pajamas still, and his computer open, but that just made Zhou Mi smile.
“Hey,” Zhou Mi said, grinning at him. “You heard me today.”
“I heard you the first time last night, too, but I thought you’d go away,” he said, stepping back to let Zhou Mi in. Even if he said it, there wasn’t much heat to it. Zhou Mi heard both truths to what he said. Kyuhyun clearly couldn’t have known it was Zhou Mi, after all. “You’re around…early-ish.”
“I was out getting some errands done, and thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted lunch.”
Lunch or something. He didn’t wonder if Kyuhyun had brushed his teeth, or if he’d be accepted, and got a little grunt against his mouth as he kissed Kyuhyun. Lunch, after. After more of that Kyuhyun picked up on his urgency, met it, really, stripping Zhou Mi from his jacket, and laughing as Zhou Mi had to flap it off of one arm. And still somehow he managed to lay it over the back of the chair, one hand steady on Kyuhyun’s hip as he led Zhou Mi into the bedroom. The covers were kind of rumpled and decidedly unmade, but he didn’t care. Because Kyuhyun was kissing him and scraping his own shirt up over his head. Even if they just jerked off together, it was enough, he thought. The last time they’d ended up in Kyuhyun’s bedroom, Zhou Mi had gone off to look for a girlfriend, and he didn’t think either of them had forgotten that. But he edged it away, Kyuhyun kissing him and massaging the front of his pants. Maybe Kyuhyun didn’t know how into men Zhou Mi was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to turn him on.
Kyuhyun’s hum washed over him as he unbuttoning Zhou Mi’s shirt, pausing to suck at his earlobe.
Zhou Mi laughed, sliding his hands over Kyuhyun’s hips. “Tastes better than food?”
“Needs a little sauce,” Kyuhyun teased.
Zhou Mi helped Kyuhyun open his pants, edging Kyuhyun around and pushing him back onto the bed. How did I get so comfortable with this? he wanted to ask himself. But Kyuhyun was right there, and it was obvious why, grabbing Zhou Mi’s arm and helping him onto the bed. They were all face to face, and he liked that. Kyuhyun’s fingers curling over the back of his neck as he tasted Kyuhyun’s jaw. That pouting chin, the mouth perpetually curved at the corners. He wanted to ask For me? but he knew the answer to that. The quiet sound of approval as he traced the same path he had taken the night before down Kyuhyun’s neck, only in reverse. Tracing Kyuhyun’s collar bones with his thumbs and mouth. To relieve the ache in his knee, he shifted. Watching Kyuhyun’s face as their hips rocked together. As turned on by the idea of being together as he was. His fingers traced light down the center of Kyuhyun’s chest, the skin seeming to rise with his touch. Touching one dark nipple, and feeling the answering buck against him.
“You looking for something?” Kyuhyun asked, patience getting thinner. “If you’re searching for chest hair, you’re going to have to get out a magnifying glass.”
“I have some,” Zhou Mi said, arguing only for the sake of it.
“Do you?” Kyuhyun levered himself up onto his elbow, feeling up Zhou Mi’s chest. “Oh hey, yeah. Here they are. We could name them. Sleepy, Sneezy, Dopey…”
“Kui Xian!”
Kyuhyun laughed so hard, Zhou Mi could see moisture gathering in his eyes, gasping for air. The opened mouthed laugh had him helplessly laughing with Kyuhyun, even if he’d been quietly insulted about the quality and quantity of the few hairs he actually grew.
And he knew the kiss took Kyuhyun by surprise, but no one could have blamed him to see that smile, that smug humor, or the light of glee dancing in those eyes. He could laugh with Kyuhyun like that. And he wanted Kyuhyun like he’d never wanted anyone before. And the warmth of his mouth translated to the urgent nudging of their hips. There wasn’t laughter any more, when their lips parted. He kissed Kyuhyun’s chest, and got resistance.
But when Kyuhyun tried to pull Zhou Mi back up for another kiss, maybe hoping to get his hand into Zhou Mi’s pants, Zhou Mi shook his head, smiling. Getting further away. Toward Kyuhyun’s feet.
Kyuhyun nearly curved up off of the bed when Zhou Mi’s mouth pressed on his stomach. He wondered at Kyuhyun’s thoughts. That there was no way? Absolutely no way, and Zhou Mi couldn’t intend to…? But , no he had every intention. And every desire. He traced his hands down Kyuhyun’s sides, and marveled at the lines of him.
It was simple to drag down Kyuhyun’s pajama pants, cupping the front of Kyuhyun’s underwear and meeting his eyes. Asking if it was okay. He knew what the answer was in Kyuhyun’s lust-dark eyes. It was part plea and part demand. And he could have purred with it.
All he wanted, really, was to taste Kyuhyun. To let his mouth sink around him. He’d done it before. Twice. But ten years ago, versus his hand, and his mouth, on Kyuhyun? He heard a soft word. Please? Please what, he teased himself, Kyuhyun shuddering as he worked his underwear down. His hand had been on Kyuhyun before, but it was different with his face that close. His fingers easing Kyuhyun fully into an erection they could both enjoy. He nearly forgot to breathe, as he gripped Kyuhyun, pressing a wet kiss below the head of his cock. Just holding. Not rubbing, not stroking. Just holding. And he wondered if Kyuhyun throbbed as hard as he did, from knowing Zhou Mi’s mouth had touched him.
He watched Kyuhyun’s head lift, heard the moan. His name on that voice. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine Kyuhyun’s thoughts. Kyuhyun absorbing that it was Zhou Mi’s tongue, tracing him. His hand, a slow and steady drifting stroke. Friction and drag, wet, hot. He licked his lips, tasting Kyuhyun. Ignoring every sound that Kyuhyun made to urge him, sucking lightly at his skin. Teasing. Turning him on. Burning him. And Kyuhyun didn’t even have words, mostly just inarticulate whines and half realized moans. And he didn’t think that anything could be hotter. But he knew what Kyuhyun was feeling. That torture of wet and hot around heat. And the similar torture of not being able to thrust against it. He didn’t think he had ever in his life been so turned on from something so simple, and so devastating.
Zhou Mi licked his lips, eyes steady on Kyuhyun’s as he pulled up, and began stroking Kyuhyun with quick precision. Not trying to ease him down, but push him up and over. Kyuhyun’s gasps, his tensing stomach. Gorgeous, pale and shuddering, a sight for his fantasies and dreams, and he wanted to see it again. To draw it out that sight over and over, until Kyuhyun’s thighs, his hips, and torso, his tangled fingers, were everywhere inside him. Kyuhyun over him, under him.
“Gonna come,” Kyuhyun croaked. And he stroked faster, feeling Kyuhyun’s legs jerk, knowing to pull away and watch Kyuhyun come for him. Those dark eyes and face filled with ecstasy, neck giving out and staring at the ceiling like it was a wonder.
It was like Kyuhyun was on autopilot, reaching to try and organize his underwear. As for himself, he was just trying to get himself off. Wrenching his pants down further. Kyuhyun. That face.
“No,” Kyuhyun said, getting ahold of Zhou Mi’s arm. Pulling Zhou Mi to awkwardly move until they were even, until he had an arm under Zhou Mi’s head and another pushing to get access to Zhou Mi’s underwear. He all but burrowed into Zhou Mi’s body, doing what Zhou Mi had done for him, hand slick, tight, fast, until Zhou Mi was whining into his kiss and spasming against him.
It didn’t take long. Couldn’t have taken long. Too turned on by the taste of Kyuhyun in his mouth. The memory of him against his lips, his fingers. Smell and touch, writing into him.
“Kyuhyun,” he murmured, kissing that mouth. Kyuhyun. His hair mussed from the writhing his head had done on the mattress. Eyelids heavy. Don’t make me go, he wanted to whisper, and settled close. His. Kyuhyun.
***
Kyuhyun was still trying to get himself back under control, Zhou Mi’s breathing hot against him. He couldn’t get the image out of his head, eyes open or closed. He couldn’t even begin to try, when Zhou Mi had parted those soft lips, and let them sink around him. How had Zhou Mi survived it? Had he made him feel a fraction of this? No wonder Zhou Mi had come back. But he’d come back to sear an experience he hadn’t expected into Kyuhyun. Once upon a time, he’d never have believed it possible. But Zhou Mi was somehow showing him otherwise. Not only blowing him, but willingly. And arguably, with some delight. He thought back to his own first time blowing another guy. And the thought slipped away from him as Zhou Mi kissed his neck.
Maybe it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever had. But maybe it was really was. But when he’d been gasping Zhou Mi’s name, he hadn’t been analyzing, more worrying that he he wasn’t going to be able to hold out long.
And when he had looked to see just how much of himself Zhou Mi had gotten into his mouth? Not all, but enough. He knew he’d look that way, Zhou Mi. Lips wrapped enticingly around him, eyes dark as he looked up at Kyuhyun.
And evidence of them both coming was evident between them as Kyuhyun turned, nuzzling close. Zhou Mi looked, if anything, drunk, touching Kyuhyun’s face. He kissed a little drunk, too, and Kyuhyun didn’t care. Coming that hard, it put anyone out of their mind. Zhou Mi got a hand down the back of his underwear, and that was daring, he thought, liking it immensely. He nudged in, getting another kiss that pressed back against him for a moment, before Zhou Mi sighed. And after a few long moments, fell promptly asleep.
“Are you serious?” he whispered, but Zhou Mi barely stirred, just groped his butt a little more and kept right on sleeping. He rolled his eyes and let his neck relax. He had a crazy man in his bed who was into sex and cuddling. With him, at least. And sleep. Pity. He lifted his head, sending a yearning look toward his computer. His hands had been off of it for a really long time. But he figured he’d end up almost breaking Zhou Mi’s arm if he tried to get that hand out of his underwear. Clever man.
***
The first sound he became aware of was a swallow. And he peeked one eye open to see Zhou Mi lazily scratching his own face. As his lips curved, Zhou Mi caught the movement, rolling slightly closer.
“Hungry,” Zhou Mi murmured. “Lunch?”
Had they not had lunch? Maybe not of the conventional kind He groaned and groped behind himself to see if he was going to fall off the bed if he turned onto his back.
“Does that mean getting up and leaving the apartment.”
Zhou Mi nodded, poking his cheek. “But I promise the place I’m thinking of has good food.”
Maybe he was a little hungry. Just a little.
“I need to shower really quickly first.”
And as Zhou Mi gave his acceptance of that, Kyuhyun scooted away. Just barely catching his pajama pants before they made a break for the floor. He glared back at Zhou Mi who was doing his best to hide his laughter behind a hand.
“It had better be a really good lunch,” he said, miffed, and let his eyes glance off of Zhou Mi’s still-open pants and a bit of the mess they’d made of the bed. Of course, he could be cleaned, as could the sheets. And he sort of blindly chose clothes to get away from the laughing man on the bed and not embarrass himself any further.
By the time he’d showered and dressed, Zhou Mi had gotten up and put his own self back together, fiddling with his phone as Kyuhyun grabbed his wallet.
“Ready?”
His stomach whined. “Oh yeah.”
It wasn’t like stepping out their door together screamed that they were on some kind of a date, after all. He didn’t even really think about it, actually. That Zhou Mi had a spring to his step and was in a good mood sort of kept him away from most other thoughts altogether. He was so busy, in fact, following Zhou Mi to the subway, off the subway, listening to the chatter about something in China, that they’d entered the well-air-conditioned space before he’d really had a chance to think about where they were.
“The restaurant we’re going is right over here,” Zhou Mi said, leading him around a corner. And it did seem like a nice enough place. They were greeted and pointed to a table. It was after they’d given their order that Kyuhyun really stared Zhou Mi down.
“Should the fact that we’re eating in a shopping mall be of concern to me?” he asked.
Zhou Mi nearly choked on his water, smiling some guileless, totally not-believable smile. “No, you shouldn’t worry. Besides, they have electronics stores here, too, right? You won’t get swallowed alive by the mall.”
“Are you not the one who told me about a five hour long shopping escapade that only ended because you realize you hadn’t eaten and your bags were going to make you pass out?”
“It wasn’t quite that bad!” Zhou Mi protested.
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“And look, we’re eating now. There’s no way that can happen.” Zhou Mi stared back at him a moment before Kyuhyun’s silence seemed to get to him. “I need to pick up a couple of new shirts for work, that’s all.”
That was all. Of course it was.
“So you’ll bet me that the only thing you’ll walk out of this building with is shirts?”
“No!” Zhou Mi said, putting down his glass. “I’ll lose immediately. It’s almost impossible to walk around and not see something. I’ll make it up to you, Kui Xian. That’s better than a bet.”
He licked his lips in contemplation of that statement, considering Zhou Mi and getting a curving smile. And wasn’t he all subtle and pointed at the same time, clearly offering Kyuhyun sexual favors in return for putting up with a small unplanned shopping expedition. Unplanned from Kyuhyun’s point of view anyway.
He vaguely considered bringing up the topic they were avoiding. What they’d been up to the last two days, and why. They were in public, he theorized, so he should wait. Zhou Mi might not even know yet what was going on between them, much less what he wanted. It wasn’t quite yet to the time of ultimatums after all. Even if Zhou Mi had sucked him off, that had a lot of possible meanings. Maybe Zhou Mi had liked his first taste of blowing someone, and maybe it was nothing more than that. He had to steer away from those thoughts as he caught himself staring at Zhou Mi, who was biting on the end of his chopsticks and contemplating what bite to take next. It wasn’t such a hard thing to consider.
***
It turned out that Zhou Mi was right. They’d barely left the restaurant before they detoured into a music shop, and had left with Zhou Mi pleased over his new CD purchase. And Kyuhyun had accused him of wanting to window shop, mostly to see how Zhou Mi reacted.
“We can come back and window shop another time. But there’s the store I wanted to get shirts at!”
It was a nice enough store. Not so bright it was blinding, but not some cave of emo whatever either. Not that either of those fit Zhou Mi’s personality. High end enough that he kind of laughed. Not exactly his usual haunts, that was for sure. He liked his shirts without holes and well fitting, and he didn’t particularly care what name they had on them beyond that. But he admitted it was kind of fun to wander after Zhou Mi and touch random clothing textures. He got to see Zhou Mi ogling the clothes on mannequins, and pulling out hangers and shifting stacks of clothes.
“What do you think of this one, Kui Xian?”
He swung back around to see Zhou Mi holding a shirt up to himself and considering it in one of the mirrored panels on the wall. The shirt itself was some kind of charcoal gray. It’d look good on. And it’d look good being taken off.
“It’s nice?” he ventured.
“Nice?” Zhou Mi said, turning to stare at him. “Nice could be telling me that it makes me look like I belong in a hospital.”
He cackled. “No. I think you know it doesn’t or you wouldn’t have asked. It’s a nice shirt. I like that color.”
Zhou Mi seemed mollified, choosing a second shirt in a hazy almost dark lavender. And then he saw something that made his eyes light up, waving Kyuhyun forward. He went, though a little reluctantly. Maybe Zhou Mi wanted to try something on, or get his opinion on shoes or something. He had a hard enough time dressing himself.
“This shirt is perfect,” Zhou Mi said, waving the sky blue piece of cloth at him like a flag. “Come here. See? It’d go great with the green tie you have, the one with the blue check pattern?”
He knew the one that Zhou Mi was talking about, and cocked his head, considering it. Zhou Mi wrestled him a little further ahead of him, holding the shirt up to Kyuhyun’s shoulders so he could see it appropriately.
“It looks really good on you,” Zhou Mi told him, nearly nodding at him in the mirror. “And that tie is my favorite one of yours.”
“If it’s your favorite, maybe I should give it to you instead,” Kyuhyun said, kind of laughing at Zhou Mi’s sudden styling.
“No, I don’t mean I want it for myself. I mean it looks really good on you.”
The swallow was so hard it almost hurt, half turning his head to look at Zhou Mi. He got a good look at that mouth, and all but had a vision of where it had been a couple of hours earlier. He pinched his thigh, hard, and got himself back on track.
“You pay attention to my ties?”
“There’s a reason it’s my favorite,” Zhou Mi said.
He couldn’t even read that expression. He’d never really considered he could be turning Zhou Mi on at work. He hummed and considered the shirt. Zhou Mi thought he’d look good in it. The thought wasn’t without appeal. Then he had a second thought, groping for the sleeve and the price. If he kind of squinted sideways at it, it wasn’t too bad. More than he’d ever paid for a shirt, but not so outrageous that his eyes or his wallet wanted to bleed.
“It’s 30% off of that today,” Zhou Mi murmured, sly with his own shirts in his arms. Leaning against Kyuhyun’s shoulder with a smile that nearly had him flushing. And with that kind of incentive, how did he refuse?
***
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 * Chapter Six
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Brief visit from Siwon and Hangeng in this chapter, just to note that. <3
***
It seemed rich food and letting off some sexual frustration did wonders for them. Zhou Mi had them in stitches of laughter the whole way to the music club that Zhou Mi had finally let on that they were going to. Maybe letting all the pent up confusion go for a moment, he could actually remember why they’d hung out together so much to begin with. Zhou Mi the occasional spazz, having to quiet his laughter on the subway car, glancing at Kyuhyun so knowingly.
Whatever he expected of their impromptu meeting with Zhou Mi’s friends, what he found certainly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Three men in a booth, two of which were almost snuggled together rather obviously. He stared at the back of Zhou Mi’s head. So he wasn’t Zhou Mi’s only gay friend.
“Heechul,” Zhou Mi said, gesturing the man sitting on his own. “And Siwon and Hangeng. This is Kyuhyun. He works with me. Kyuhyun, have a seat and I’ll get us something to drink?”
He got several other drink orders too, so Kyuhyun sat and was the focus of three curious pairs of eyes.
“So how long have you and Zhou Mi been banging each other?”
He stared at the man. Heechul, had it been? He thought maybe they’d asked how long he’d known Zhou Mi, or if Zhou Mi had mentioned him, something else kind of neutral. But that?
“Uh,” he said, putting all his college education to good use. “We’re…not?”
Siwon cocked his head. “But you were together when Zhou Mi-”
“They were definitely doing something,” Heechul said.
“Though you always thinking we’re doing something when you call, and you’re almost never right,” Siwon pointed out.
“I know you two,” the man sneered.
Hangeng snorted. “We do not have sex 24 hours a day, and we definitely don’t think, oh, Heechul is going to call, we should get naked.”
Kyuhyun blinked at the rapid-fire banter.“Wait. You think Zhou Mi and I are…?”
Dating? Screwing? What exactly had Zhou Mi been telling them?
“We don’t think, we know,” Heechul corrected.
“It’s crazy in here!” Zhou Mi exclaimed, getting the tray of drinks in his hands down onto the table. “I thought I was going to have to leap over the bar and pour the drinks myself.”
And he demonstrated how desperately undone he was by flopping sideways and getting his head fully onto Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“Looks like nap time,” Siwon laughed.
“Almost. Getting acquainted?” Zhou Mi asked, beaming at the four of them.
“We were just asking Kyuhyun here how long you’ve been…working together.”
“Oh. Since the very first day. I told you about that,” Zhou Mi laughed.
“Sure. Of course. You do the same thing as Zhou Mi?” Siwon asked, smiling a bit kindly at him.
Apparently pointed sexual interrogation was for when Zhou Mi wasn’t around. But none of them had forgotten. Heechul clearly thought they’d been doing something, which they had been. But he hadn’t been asked in a way that meant they had been against it, so much as curious about it. But that Zhou Mi hadn’t told Kyuhyun that two of his friends were a couple? That he found kind of interesting. Zhou Mi didn’t seem ashamed of them, or somehow put off. He guessed it wasn’t something that would logically come up in conversation. So, thanks for blowing me. Did I mention two of my male friends are dating each other?
Or maybe the girlfriends had just been…?
“Come with me,” Zhou Mi said, tugging at his arm.
He stood on instinct, making gestures as Zhou Mi led with with some firmness toward where people were swaying around dancing to the mild low-tempo song that had come on. He felt utterly conspicuous as they merged into the edges, but let Zhou Mi pull him closer, getting his arms around Kyuhyun.
“You like them?” Zhou Mi asked, sort of motioning with his eyes back toward his friends.
Kyuhyun pursed his lips as though he was thinking. “Well. I guess now I know why you’re so weird.”
“Kui Xian!”
Zhou Mi got his arms more firmly around Kyuhyun’s shoulders as they swayed together at the edge of the crowd. His arms went around Zhou Mi’s ribs easily, rubbing along his sides, his back. It was nice, feeling Zhou Mi breathing against him, and sort of nibbling at Zhou Mi’s neck. And the crowd was right there, so they didn’t have to feel awkward for being clingy. It as a young enough crowd, too, that the fact that they were both men wasn’t so conspicuous. With his fingers along either side of Kyuhyun’s neck, he sort of pinched, getting Kyuhyun to tilt his head. And for a second he thought Zhou Mi wanted to ask him another question. But then he had a mouth pressing against the corner of his, against his chin, his cheek. Looking Kyuhyun in the eyes, and so blatantly flirting with him.
It sent a buzz right through him. And he thought he might have moaned, Zhou Mi’s mouth warm as Kyuhyun kissed him, responsive, eager, wet. And where he would have charged ahead, Zhou Mi kept it light. Sweet, moist touches. Almost a tease, but not quite. He kneaded Zhou Mi’s lower back to the time of the music, and Zhou Mi’s arm cradled his head. It connected them irrefutably.
And it hadn’t even been a week since Kyuhyun had assumed he had no chance, when Zhou Mi had stepped between him and another man. All possession and desperate energy. The guy probably would’ve broken Zhou Mi in two. He sniggered, and felt Zhou Mi’s lips curve against his.
“What’s so funny?” Zhou Mi leaned closer to ask.
“Just thinking…” His words trailed away as he blinked over Zhou Mi’s shoulders only to see three sets of curious eyes staring back at him. “Um. I think we have an audience.”
Zhou Mi heaved a sigh that he felt but could not hear, and cupped Kyuhyun’s neck with his hand.
“Can I come see you tomorrow?” Zhou Mi asked.
Kyuhyun laughed. “You didn’t ask the first time, so I suppose so.”
He kept his hand on Zhou Mi’s back as they wove through the crowd. Just staying close, he told himself. Maybe a little more than that. No one was getting ideas about who they were with, that was for sure. He went to the bar and let Zhou Mi sit down first, getting them their last drinks of the night. He tried to avoid looking at the three men they were sitting with entirely, which kind of got hard as they talked loudly above the more bombastic music. He’d implied that he was surprised they thought he and Zhou Mi were together. It wasn’t like he could deny it any more, with Zhou Mi’s arm on the chair behind him, playing with Kyuhyun’s sleeve. Maybe they were together, or could be. And even if he didn’t know what that meant for them yet, he smiled into his drink.
***
It didn’t take too much willpower to wait till almost lunchtime before showing up at Kyuhyun’s door. He’d slept well, even if getting to sleep had been a little hard. Not even just the realization that they’d been out, together, officially. Showing not only himself, but his friends, the truth. Of course Heechul had known, and Zhou Mi knew that he had told Siwon and Hangeng as well. But he’d been excited, pleased, to introduce Kyuhyun to them. Just to make sure that Kyuhyun was comfortable, that everyone liked each other. But the images of having Kyuhyun against him, moaning because of him, went all the way home with him. The memory of it had him stroking himself as he showered. He bet Kyuhyun looked amazing wet, hair slicked back from his face, water dripping down his neck, and chest, and thighs. And he hit his edge imagining Kyuhyun touching himself, eyes on Zhou Mi’s face. Invitation and tease. That body could be his, but he still trembled a bit inside.
“I’m going to go make out with Kyuhyun,” he told himself in the mirror the next day. Carefully arranging his shirt, and feeling both satisfied and turned on by the prospect. Kyuhyun knew, at least, that he was wanted. Even if Zhou Mi still hadn’t gotten around to telling him all the reasons why. But he also imagined that Kyuhyun might have guessed. He felt so hungry that he wondered how it wasn’t just leaking out of himself. And it wasn’t that Kyuhyun was a man. It had so little to do with anatomy. Because no matter what his eyes saw and appreciated, Kyuhyun was Kyuhyun. Quick tongue, soft heart. A voice that made him shiver, and a fantastic ass.
And it wasn’t as though he went straight to Kyuhyun’s. He had his own things to do. He wondered how many times he was going to have to knock before Kyuhyun decided to open the door. When they’d parted ways in the subway, Kyuhyun had indicated he’d be home all day, so Zhou Mi wasn’t very concerned about him being gone. He was seconds away from raising his hand again when he heard the locks being turned, and Kyuhyun stood as though he knew who he was opening the door to. In his pajamas still, and his computer open, but that just made Zhou Mi smile.
“Hey,” Zhou Mi said, grinning at him. “You heard me today.”
“I heard you the first time last night, too, but I thought you’d go away,” he said, stepping back to let Zhou Mi in. Even if he said it, there wasn’t much heat to it. Zhou Mi heard both truths to what he said. Kyuhyun clearly couldn’t have known it was Zhou Mi, after all. “You’re around…early-ish.”
“I was out getting some errands done, and thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted lunch.”
Lunch or something. He didn’t wonder if Kyuhyun had brushed his teeth, or if he’d be accepted, and got a little grunt against his mouth as he kissed Kyuhyun. Lunch, after. After more of that Kyuhyun picked up on his urgency, met it, really, stripping Zhou Mi from his jacket, and laughing as Zhou Mi had to flap it off of one arm. And still somehow he managed to lay it over the back of the chair, one hand steady on Kyuhyun’s hip as he led Zhou Mi into the bedroom. The covers were kind of rumpled and decidedly unmade, but he didn’t care. Because Kyuhyun was kissing him and scraping his own shirt up over his head. Even if they just jerked off together, it was enough, he thought. The last time they’d ended up in Kyuhyun’s bedroom, Zhou Mi had gone off to look for a girlfriend, and he didn’t think either of them had forgotten that. But he edged it away, Kyuhyun kissing him and massaging the front of his pants. Maybe Kyuhyun didn’t know how into men Zhou Mi was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to turn him on.
Kyuhyun’s hum washed over him as he unbuttoning Zhou Mi’s shirt, pausing to suck at his earlobe.
Zhou Mi laughed, sliding his hands over Kyuhyun’s hips. “Tastes better than food?”
“Needs a little sauce,” Kyuhyun teased.
Zhou Mi helped Kyuhyun open his pants, edging Kyuhyun around and pushing him back onto the bed. How did I get so comfortable with this? he wanted to ask himself. But Kyuhyun was right there, and it was obvious why, grabbing Zhou Mi’s arm and helping him onto the bed. They were all face to face, and he liked that. Kyuhyun’s fingers curling over the back of his neck as he tasted Kyuhyun’s jaw. That pouting chin, the mouth perpetually curved at the corners. He wanted to ask For me? but he knew the answer to that. The quiet sound of approval as he traced the same path he had taken the night before down Kyuhyun’s neck, only in reverse. Tracing Kyuhyun’s collar bones with his thumbs and mouth. To relieve the ache in his knee, he shifted. Watching Kyuhyun’s face as their hips rocked together. As turned on by the idea of being together as he was. His fingers traced light down the center of Kyuhyun’s chest, the skin seeming to rise with his touch. Touching one dark nipple, and feeling the answering buck against him.
“You looking for something?” Kyuhyun asked, patience getting thinner. “If you’re searching for chest hair, you’re going to have to get out a magnifying glass.”
“I have some,” Zhou Mi said, arguing only for the sake of it.
“Do you?” Kyuhyun levered himself up onto his elbow, feeling up Zhou Mi’s chest. “Oh hey, yeah. Here they are. We could name them. Sleepy, Sneezy, Dopey…”
“Kui Xian!”
Kyuhyun laughed so hard, Zhou Mi could see moisture gathering in his eyes, gasping for air. The opened mouthed laugh had him helplessly laughing with Kyuhyun, even if he’d been quietly insulted about the quality and quantity of the few hairs he actually grew.
And he knew the kiss took Kyuhyun by surprise, but no one could have blamed him to see that smile, that smug humor, or the light of glee dancing in those eyes. He could laugh with Kyuhyun like that. And he wanted Kyuhyun like he’d never wanted anyone before. And the warmth of his mouth translated to the urgent nudging of their hips. There wasn’t laughter any more, when their lips parted. He kissed Kyuhyun’s chest, and got resistance.
But when Kyuhyun tried to pull Zhou Mi back up for another kiss, maybe hoping to get his hand into Zhou Mi’s pants, Zhou Mi shook his head, smiling. Getting further away. Toward Kyuhyun’s feet.
Kyuhyun nearly curved up off of the bed when Zhou Mi’s mouth pressed on his stomach. He wondered at Kyuhyun’s thoughts. That there was no way? Absolutely no way, and Zhou Mi couldn’t intend to…? But , no he had every intention. And every desire. He traced his hands down Kyuhyun’s sides, and marveled at the lines of him.
It was simple to drag down Kyuhyun’s pajama pants, cupping the front of Kyuhyun’s underwear and meeting his eyes. Asking if it was okay. He knew what the answer was in Kyuhyun’s lust-dark eyes. It was part plea and part demand. And he could have purred with it.
All he wanted, really, was to taste Kyuhyun. To let his mouth sink around him. He’d done it before. Twice. But ten years ago, versus his hand, and his mouth, on Kyuhyun? He heard a soft word. Please? Please what, he teased himself, Kyuhyun shuddering as he worked his underwear down. His hand had been on Kyuhyun before, but it was different with his face that close. His fingers easing Kyuhyun fully into an erection they could both enjoy. He nearly forgot to breathe, as he gripped Kyuhyun, pressing a wet kiss below the head of his cock. Just holding. Not rubbing, not stroking. Just holding. And he wondered if Kyuhyun throbbed as hard as he did, from knowing Zhou Mi’s mouth had touched him.
He watched Kyuhyun’s head lift, heard the moan. His name on that voice. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine Kyuhyun’s thoughts. Kyuhyun absorbing that it was Zhou Mi’s tongue, tracing him. His hand, a slow and steady drifting stroke. Friction and drag, wet, hot. He licked his lips, tasting Kyuhyun. Ignoring every sound that Kyuhyun made to urge him, sucking lightly at his skin. Teasing. Turning him on. Burning him. And Kyuhyun didn’t even have words, mostly just inarticulate whines and half realized moans. And he didn’t think that anything could be hotter. But he knew what Kyuhyun was feeling. That torture of wet and hot around heat. And the similar torture of not being able to thrust against it. He didn’t think he had ever in his life been so turned on from something so simple, and so devastating.
Zhou Mi licked his lips, eyes steady on Kyuhyun’s as he pulled up, and began stroking Kyuhyun with quick precision. Not trying to ease him down, but push him up and over. Kyuhyun’s gasps, his tensing stomach. Gorgeous, pale and shuddering, a sight for his fantasies and dreams, and he wanted to see it again. To draw it out that sight over and over, until Kyuhyun’s thighs, his hips, and torso, his tangled fingers, were everywhere inside him. Kyuhyun over him, under him.
“Gonna come,” Kyuhyun croaked. And he stroked faster, feeling Kyuhyun’s legs jerk, knowing to pull away and watch Kyuhyun come for him. Those dark eyes and face filled with ecstasy, neck giving out and staring at the ceiling like it was a wonder.
It was like Kyuhyun was on autopilot, reaching to try and organize his underwear. As for himself, he was just trying to get himself off. Wrenching his pants down further. Kyuhyun. That face.
“No,” Kyuhyun said, getting ahold of Zhou Mi’s arm. Pulling Zhou Mi to awkwardly move until they were even, until he had an arm under Zhou Mi’s head and another pushing to get access to Zhou Mi’s underwear. He all but burrowed into Zhou Mi’s body, doing what Zhou Mi had done for him, hand slick, tight, fast, until Zhou Mi was whining into his kiss and spasming against him.
It didn’t take long. Couldn’t have taken long. Too turned on by the taste of Kyuhyun in his mouth. The memory of him against his lips, his fingers. Smell and touch, writing into him.
“Kyuhyun,” he murmured, kissing that mouth. Kyuhyun. His hair mussed from the writhing his head had done on the mattress. Eyelids heavy. Don’t make me go, he wanted to whisper, and settled close. His. Kyuhyun.
***
Kyuhyun was still trying to get himself back under control, Zhou Mi’s breathing hot against him. He couldn’t get the image out of his head, eyes open or closed. He couldn’t even begin to try, when Zhou Mi had parted those soft lips, and let them sink around him. How had Zhou Mi survived it? Had he made him feel a fraction of this? No wonder Zhou Mi had come back. But he’d come back to sear an experience he hadn’t expected into Kyuhyun. Once upon a time, he’d never have believed it possible. But Zhou Mi was somehow showing him otherwise. Not only blowing him, but willingly. And arguably, with some delight. He thought back to his own first time blowing another guy. And the thought slipped away from him as Zhou Mi kissed his neck.
Maybe it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever had. But maybe it was really was. But when he’d been gasping Zhou Mi’s name, he hadn’t been analyzing, more worrying that he he wasn’t going to be able to hold out long.
And when he had looked to see just how much of himself Zhou Mi had gotten into his mouth? Not all, but enough. He knew he’d look that way, Zhou Mi. Lips wrapped enticingly around him, eyes dark as he looked up at Kyuhyun.
And evidence of them both coming was evident between them as Kyuhyun turned, nuzzling close. Zhou Mi looked, if anything, drunk, touching Kyuhyun’s face. He kissed a little drunk, too, and Kyuhyun didn’t care. Coming that hard, it put anyone out of their mind. Zhou Mi got a hand down the back of his underwear, and that was daring, he thought, liking it immensely. He nudged in, getting another kiss that pressed back against him for a moment, before Zhou Mi sighed. And after a few long moments, fell promptly asleep.
“Are you serious?” he whispered, but Zhou Mi barely stirred, just groped his butt a little more and kept right on sleeping. He rolled his eyes and let his neck relax. He had a crazy man in his bed who was into sex and cuddling. With him, at least. And sleep. Pity. He lifted his head, sending a yearning look toward his computer. His hands had been off of it for a really long time. But he figured he’d end up almost breaking Zhou Mi’s arm if he tried to get that hand out of his underwear. Clever man.
***
The first sound he became aware of was a swallow. And he peeked one eye open to see Zhou Mi lazily scratching his own face. As his lips curved, Zhou Mi caught the movement, rolling slightly closer.
“Hungry,” Zhou Mi murmured. “Lunch?”
Had they not had lunch? Maybe not of the conventional kind He groaned and groped behind himself to see if he was going to fall off the bed if he turned onto his back.
“Does that mean getting up and leaving the apartment.”
Zhou Mi nodded, poking his cheek. “But I promise the place I’m thinking of has good food.”
Maybe he was a little hungry. Just a little.
“I need to shower really quickly first.”
And as Zhou Mi gave his acceptance of that, Kyuhyun scooted away. Just barely catching his pajama pants before they made a break for the floor. He glared back at Zhou Mi who was doing his best to hide his laughter behind a hand.
“It had better be a really good lunch,” he said, miffed, and let his eyes glance off of Zhou Mi’s still-open pants and a bit of the mess they’d made of the bed. Of course, he could be cleaned, as could the sheets. And he sort of blindly chose clothes to get away from the laughing man on the bed and not embarrass himself any further.
By the time he’d showered and dressed, Zhou Mi had gotten up and put his own self back together, fiddling with his phone as Kyuhyun grabbed his wallet.
“Ready?”
His stomach whined. “Oh yeah.”
It wasn’t like stepping out their door together screamed that they were on some kind of a date, after all. He didn’t even really think about it, actually. That Zhou Mi had a spring to his step and was in a good mood sort of kept him away from most other thoughts altogether. He was so busy, in fact, following Zhou Mi to the subway, off the subway, listening to the chatter about something in China, that they’d entered the well-air-conditioned space before he’d really had a chance to think about where they were.
“The restaurant we’re going is right over here,” Zhou Mi said, leading him around a corner. And it did seem like a nice enough place. They were greeted and pointed to a table. It was after they’d given their order that Kyuhyun really stared Zhou Mi down.
“Should the fact that we’re eating in a shopping mall be of concern to me?” he asked.
Zhou Mi nearly choked on his water, smiling some guileless, totally not-believable smile. “No, you shouldn’t worry. Besides, they have electronics stores here, too, right? You won’t get swallowed alive by the mall.”
“Are you not the one who told me about a five hour long shopping escapade that only ended because you realize you hadn’t eaten and your bags were going to make you pass out?”
“It wasn’t quite that bad!” Zhou Mi protested.
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“And look, we’re eating now. There’s no way that can happen.” Zhou Mi stared back at him a moment before Kyuhyun’s silence seemed to get to him. “I need to pick up a couple of new shirts for work, that’s all.”
That was all. Of course it was.
“So you’ll bet me that the only thing you’ll walk out of this building with is shirts?”
“No!” Zhou Mi said, putting down his glass. “I’ll lose immediately. It’s almost impossible to walk around and not see something. I’ll make it up to you, Kui Xian. That’s better than a bet.”
He licked his lips in contemplation of that statement, considering Zhou Mi and getting a curving smile. And wasn’t he all subtle and pointed at the same time, clearly offering Kyuhyun sexual favors in return for putting up with a small unplanned shopping expedition. Unplanned from Kyuhyun’s point of view anyway.
He vaguely considered bringing up the topic they were avoiding. What they’d been up to the last two days, and why. They were in public, he theorized, so he should wait. Zhou Mi might not even know yet what was going on between them, much less what he wanted. It wasn’t quite yet to the time of ultimatums after all. Even if Zhou Mi had sucked him off, that had a lot of possible meanings. Maybe Zhou Mi had liked his first taste of blowing someone, and maybe it was nothing more than that. He had to steer away from those thoughts as he caught himself staring at Zhou Mi, who was biting on the end of his chopsticks and contemplating what bite to take next. It wasn’t such a hard thing to consider.
***
It turned out that Zhou Mi was right. They’d barely left the restaurant before they detoured into a music shop, and had left with Zhou Mi pleased over his new CD purchase. And Kyuhyun had accused him of wanting to window shop, mostly to see how Zhou Mi reacted.
“We can come back and window shop another time. But there’s the store I wanted to get shirts at!”
It was a nice enough store. Not so bright it was blinding, but not some cave of emo whatever either. Not that either of those fit Zhou Mi’s personality. High end enough that he kind of laughed. Not exactly his usual haunts, that was for sure. He liked his shirts without holes and well fitting, and he didn’t particularly care what name they had on them beyond that. But he admitted it was kind of fun to wander after Zhou Mi and touch random clothing textures. He got to see Zhou Mi ogling the clothes on mannequins, and pulling out hangers and shifting stacks of clothes.
“What do you think of this one, Kui Xian?”
He swung back around to see Zhou Mi holding a shirt up to himself and considering it in one of the mirrored panels on the wall. The shirt itself was some kind of charcoal gray. It’d look good on. And it’d look good being taken off.
“It’s nice?” he ventured.
“Nice?” Zhou Mi said, turning to stare at him. “Nice could be telling me that it makes me look like I belong in a hospital.”
He cackled. “No. I think you know it doesn’t or you wouldn’t have asked. It’s a nice shirt. I like that color.”
Zhou Mi seemed mollified, choosing a second shirt in a hazy almost dark lavender. And then he saw something that made his eyes light up, waving Kyuhyun forward. He went, though a little reluctantly. Maybe Zhou Mi wanted to try something on, or get his opinion on shoes or something. He had a hard enough time dressing himself.
“This shirt is perfect,” Zhou Mi said, waving the sky blue piece of cloth at him like a flag. “Come here. See? It’d go great with the green tie you have, the one with the blue check pattern?”
He knew the one that Zhou Mi was talking about, and cocked his head, considering it. Zhou Mi wrestled him a little further ahead of him, holding the shirt up to Kyuhyun’s shoulders so he could see it appropriately.
“It looks really good on you,” Zhou Mi told him, nearly nodding at him in the mirror. “And that tie is my favorite one of yours.”
“If it’s your favorite, maybe I should give it to you instead,” Kyuhyun said, kind of laughing at Zhou Mi’s sudden styling.
“No, I don’t mean I want it for myself. I mean it looks really good on you.”
The swallow was so hard it almost hurt, half turning his head to look at Zhou Mi. He got a good look at that mouth, and all but had a vision of where it had been a couple of hours earlier. He pinched his thigh, hard, and got himself back on track.
“You pay attention to my ties?”
“There’s a reason it’s my favorite,” Zhou Mi said.
He couldn’t even read that expression. He’d never really considered he could be turning Zhou Mi on at work. He hummed and considered the shirt. Zhou Mi thought he’d look good in it. The thought wasn’t without appeal. Then he had a second thought, groping for the sleeve and the price. If he kind of squinted sideways at it, it wasn’t too bad. More than he’d ever paid for a shirt, but not so outrageous that his eyes or his wallet wanted to bleed.
“It’s 30% off of that today,” Zhou Mi murmured, sly with his own shirts in his arms. Leaning against Kyuhyun’s shoulder with a smile that nearly had him flushing. And with that kind of incentive, how did he refuse?
***