Title: Different Opportunites
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Warnings: sexual situations, prostitution
Summary: Zhou Mi signs a lucrative contract, and his reward from the other company comes to his door dressed in leather pants.
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The bed was freestanding, which wasn’t so typical in a hotel room. Or maybe it was in high-end ones, but Zhou Mi didn’t have the opportunity to stay in those terribly often. Usually people were coming to him to make the deals. But it had been a perk that time, really, to go to a difference city, sign a different contract. He got put up in a nice hotel, had all of his meals taken care of. And at the end of the day, all parties had been pleased. When they said they were going to compensate him and see to it that he had a good last night in their city, he’d thought they meant an extra nice meal, or a tour.
“I’m not sure who they’re sending you, but their reputation is stellar. Just call this number if you need anything else.”
They were sending him a person. And considering the smile, the slap on his back, he was pretty sure it wasn’t for a nice massage and a dinner date. He’d been offered the uses of whatever people companies chose, but he’d been able to turn them down, or get out of it by changing his schedule. It wasn’t his thing. But changing his flight wasn’t possible, and there was no way to turn down the offer without causing a stir. And offending a company he was going to be working with for several years right on the first day wasn’t something he was willing to do.
Zhou Mi was prepared when he answered the door, or he thought he was. He didn’t bother staying dressed in a suit, though that felt like armor enough. The jeans and soft sweater was supposed to be armor enough, and much better than answering the door in pajamas almost like he was expecting something.
All he saw was the top of a hood before a card was thrust at him with his name on it, and the name of the company.
“Can I come in?”
Zhou Mi opened his mouth to say no, to say he was tired, but thank you, and the man’s head rose. He saw why there had been a hood, why the man’s head had been lowered, because he met eyes that were darkly lined. The accent had been nearly flawless, and that had been the last thing Zhou Mi had been expecting to be undone by, or the timbre of the voice that asked the question.
For some reason the man’s lips twitched a little, and he stepped forward. And Zhou Mi, instead of blocking the door, stepped back. And then he had the choice of standing like a statue holding the door, and actually following the stranger into his room. He was assuming he wasn’t going to get robbed.
“My name is Kyuhyun,” he was told. “Or. Kuixian, if that’s easier. They didn’t tell me…”
“I speak enough Korean,” Zhou Mi said, and hovered by the wall instead, as Kyuhyun took down his hood, baring straight, black hair.
“I speak enough Mandarin,” Kyuhyun said, and that little smile was back.
He could well imagine what Mandarin Kyuhyun knew to do the things he was there for. Yes, no, more, faster.
Kyuhyun was unbuttoning his coat one button at a time, the action distraction as Zhou Mi tried to think of the most polite way to kick Kyuhyun right back out. Kyuhyun put a backpack on the bed, and something clanked in it, and Zhou Mi was mildly alarmed.
“Usually I know what people are looking for,” Kyuhyun said, shrugging right out of the coat. “Sometimes I have to bring a little of everything.”
Kyuhyun was someone Zhou Mi wanted a little of everything of, it seemed. The shirt underneath that heavy coat was thin and striped, and the pants Kyuhyun wore showed off his hips and thighs. Some kind of leather, fake or otherwise, but it clung.
For a moment, Kyuhyun turned to throw the coat away, and Zhou Mi tried not to look. But there was a weakness he couldn’t deny. Some guys went for the arms, or six pack. He actually bit the inside of his mouth to keep his face even when Kyuhyun turned and took away the view. Kyuhyun. Nice voice. Pretty eyes. Perfect ass.
And Zhou Mi was still trying to think of how he would get Kyuhyun to go. How he would politely explain that he wasn’t interested, which really wasn’t the truth any more. But there was an excuse that would work, he knew that.
“I think--” Zhou Mi said, the words strangling in his throat.
Kyuhyun, even as he began to speak, gripped the striped shirt and drew it over his head. It left him bare from the waist up, so much pale skin, and then a faint line of dark hair descending from his belly button. It was hidden by the leather after that, and Zhou Mi swallowed.
He’d had words. He needed to use them.
“Do you- You go to guys?” Zhou Mi asked, not his first choice of sentence construction but at least conversational.
“Yeah, just guys for me,” Kyuhyun said. “You?”
“Yeah,” Zhou Mi said, and it was almost a sigh. He made himself stand up straighter. “I signed a deal today, and they said they were sending… I didn’t actually ask? So you don’t have to. I won’t tell.”
He had his wallet. He could give Kyuhyun a tip - a bribe, really - not to tell anyone.
But he was forced to swallow again as Kyuhyun looked deliberately down Zhou Mi’s body.
“Looks like your pants are trying to tell me something.”
Zhou Mi tried to speak and the only thing that really came out was a sound of frustration. It made Kyuhyun laugh at him, which actually made him blush.
“You say stop, we stop, okay? I’m not going to make you. I’m paid up for the night, though, and you’re…” Kyuhyun didn’t say it, but the way he bit his bottom lip did. “If I wanted to go, I’d be out the door.”
“I don’t,” Zhou Mi began, before he had a half-naked, very warm, and surprisingly tall man pressed against him. His hands actually shot out, gripping Kyuhyun’s waist and somehow confirming it to his addled mind that there really was a man right there.
“You could though.”
A thought hit him as Kyuhyun kissed his neck.
“Do you not have anywhere else to go?”
He’d get himself another room. Two.
“I have places. You know how to hug? Try it,” Kyuhyun said, after Zhou Mi nodded.
It was Kyuhyun who drew him in, like some kind of encouragement for his arms to wrap tighter around Kyuhyun’s ribs. Thought their hips met, there was no grinding. It was nearly chaste, if Kyuhyun hadn’t had his shirt off, if Zhou Mi hadn’t been flushed and aroused.
“You smell like sunshine,” Kyuhyun said, and Zhou Mi nearly moaned into Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
It made him want to really inhale and see what Kyuhyun smelled of as well, which was a bad idea. Or a good idea. He turned his head, his lips brushing against Kyuhyun’s neck, and felt Kyuhyun’s breath hitch with his whole body.
“We could feel good together,” Kyuhyun said in Mandarin. “Zhou Mi.”
It was his name on a voice that went tight on the last syllable because of the way Zhou Mi squeezed Kyuhyun. There were kisses, real ones, pressed against Kyuhyun’s neck as Kyuhyun tried to squirm closer. He felt like a teenager with his first crush, trying to get closer, fearing it, his hand straying to Kyuhyun’s hip and no further as a dozen images accosted him.
“I’m going to hate myself tomorrow,” Zhou Mi said aloud, still trying to talk himself out of it.
At least, until Kyuhyun nuzzled his jaw, and said, “I won’t let you.”
Like it was some kind of promise.
“Maybe just-”
Maybe just Kyuhyun jerking him off would be enough. He’d get it out of his system. Kyuhyun touching him was proving pretty difficult to ignore and the leather pants certainly weren’t doing anything to disguise what was going on inside of them.
“How much do you have?”
Zhou Mi blinked. “Money?”
Kyuhyun coughed out a laugh, and rocked his hips against Zhou Mi’s. “No. Not money.”
Oh. Oh.
“Enough,” he decided on. And his traitorous mouth. “You?”
Kyuhyun pulled back, his eyes not meeting Zhou Mi’s, but staring at Zhou Mi’s mouth. “Want to find out?”
“Yes,” Zhou Mi said. “If you’re sure--”
And the hand Kyuhyun snuck between them popped open the button on Zhou Mi’s jeans.
He thought again how warm Kyuhyun was, as Kyuhyun pulled him, caught on Kyuhyun’s eyes and the way he stared as he urged Zhou Mi’s sweater and shirt over his head. Getting his hands back on Kyuhyun’s sides made it feel that much more real. He wasn’t used to undressing like that, like he was being marched, like Kyuhyun wanted more.
But Kyuhyun let him undo the leather pants. But only after he’d taken Zhou Mi’s hand and pressed it against the warm ridge.
“Ready.”
Zhou Mi wasn’t. He was. That was the last barrier, somehow, and the buttons parted with ease, Kyuhyun just barely holding still as Zhou Mi lingered.
Kyuhyun wore nothing beneath.
But before he pushed the pants off, before he even let himself think, he palmed Kyuhyun’s thighs, and let his hands spread over Kyuhyun’s ass. He squeezed, and Kyuhyun’s sound was near to delight.
“I thought so,” Kyuhyun laughed. “It’s all yours.”
Maybe if Kyuhyun hadn’t been so…eager. The fact that Kyuhyun was hard, the fact that he wanted. He felt cold as Kyuhyun threw aside the blanket, and spread back on the sheet, his body a maze of dark hair and skin that ranged from pale to darkest pink. And Kyuhyun’s hand ran down this thigh, an invitation. He couldn’t even coordinate himself, crawling onto the bed and fumbling with his pants as Kyuhyun rubbed wet fingers against himself. The sound the bottle made almost obscene, and enough to make his hands jerk as he pushed down his underwear.
But it was nothing to when Kyuhyun touched him, slick fingers on heated skin.
“Nice,” Kyuhyun said, admiring, and Zhou Mi’s face went hot as well. He had to hold his breath almost as Kyuhyun ripped open a condom, but he was caught as Kyuhyun met his eyes, holding them the entire time Kyuhyun rolled the condom onto Zhou Mi. And that was how Kyuhyun pulled him forward, lifting his hips and pressing Zhou Mi right where he wanted him. He nearly whimpered, the feeling of being enveloped. So tight, and yet Kyuhyun pressed for more, grasping at Zhou Mi’s hips and pulling him that way, too. From the look of Kyuhyun’s face, it was like he was in ecstasy and Zhou Mi hissed as he tried to keep control.
Such tenuous control. He’d gotten himself off that morning before the meetings, but that was such a far cry to having a hot and wiling man beneath him. And when he was free to move, Kyuhyun moaned, the sound resonating in his chest as he starting losing strength in his arms.. But Kyuhyun gathered him, his hand flat on Zhou Mi’s back as the other curled around Zhou Mi’s neck.
“Are you-“ he began.
And could only moan as Kyuhyun kissed him. The press of his tongue and rising of his hips, the way Kyuhyun’s teeth fastened on Zhou Mi’s lip, and his fingers dug into Zhou Mi’s back. It was like being surrounded by a tempest, barely able to moan, gasping as his hips rolled and he felt Kyuhyun hard against his belly.
The first moan was surprise, as the orgasm slammed him, and the second was pure pleasure, pressing his face into Kyuhyun’s neck as their hips pressed tight together.
And Kyuhyun was smiling when he found the strength to raise his head.
“Thank you,” Zhou Mi said, and was addled as Kyuhyun’s grin grew sharper.
“You think that’s it?”
Kyuhyun steadied him as he pulled away, throwing aside the condom and styling beside Zhou Mi with soft kisses against his mouth that had one of his hands sliding under Kyuhyun’s head to cup his face and feel his hair. The other, he realized Kyuhyun was still hard. And before he reached, he asked.
“Can I?”
Kyuhyun guided Zhou Mi’s fingers himself, helping him to stroke as he kissed Kyuhyun’s perfect lips. They kissed until the urge to drowse had passed, until Kyuhyun was moaning as Zhou Mi was stroking him, until Zhou Mi was starting to rub against Kyuhyun’s thigh in need again.
“Can I suck you?” Kyuhyun asked.
“Oh,” Zhou Mi said. He’d expected- Not that. But he wanted, and his eyes went wide as Kyuhyun laughed.
Kyuhyun’s lips were still slick from their kisses when he opened other condom and then covered Zhou Mi first with it, and then his mouth. Warmth encompassing him, not nearly as tight but it was the sight, and Kyuhyun’s moans, and the fingers rubbing Zhou Mi’s thighs. His hips gently circled as Kyuhyun sucked, moaning as Kyuhyun hummed around him.
And he gasped, when Kyuhyun’s mouth pulled away entirely.
“How many times have you had sex in a single night?”
Zhou Mi licked his lips and gulped before he could properly answer. “A couple of times?”
“We’ll break that record tonight,” Kyuhyun said, and he sounded confident. But then he didn’t speak at all, his mouth too full as he took Zhou Mi deep - maybe even deeper than he’d ever been swallowed.
And it was almost half an hour of writhing and Kyuhyun pushing away his hands before Kyuhyun straddled him, rode him, until he was gasping, arched and coming. And he watched, dazed, as Kyuhyun came over his stomach. When Kyuhyun nearly threw a washcloth onto Zhou Mi’s face before burrowing into his side, Zhou Mi realized he would sleep.
And sleep well.
Though he woke at nearly three in the morning, starving.
“Hey,” Zhou Mi said, nipping at Kyuhyun’s ear. And he waited until Kyuhyun stirred. “Do you have food?”
Kyuhyun shook his head, pulling Zhou Mi’s arm around him further, like that would help Zhou Mi just fall back asleep, like Zhou Mi was his blanket. With Kyuhyun sleepily pointing out something he’d like, Zhou Mi ordered room service, putting on a robe and waiting as snuffled, half asleep. If the man who delivered the food wondered why Zhou Mi wouldn’t let him in the room, Zhou Mi didn’t care. He had cake, and soft ice cream, and crispy fried potatoes and chicken. He’d even ordered a bottle of wine, and he wasn’t even sure why. He teased Kyuhyun out of sleep with a dab of cold against his lower lip, watching as Kyuhyun’s eyelashes fluttered as his tongue flicked out.
And Kyuhyun nearly moaned when he saw the spoils, scooting up and closer. He leaned into Zhou Mi, heavy against his side, and Zhou Mi turned on the TV to some movie for noise as they picked at things.
“Good wine,” Kyuhyun murmured, tapping his glass against Zhou Mi’s. “Good decision.”
And Zhou Mi kissed a bit of cream from the corner of Kyuhyun’s mouth.
Tiredness settled heavily on him by the time they’d finished most of the food, to the point where he had to talk himself into getting up to brush his teeth. And he blinked at himself in the mirror, the red mark on his neck that he didn’t remember Kyuhyun leaving. It’d fade, he knew that.
But Kyuhyun smelled of minty mouthwash when he pulled Zhou Mi against him again. He thought-
His breath hitched at the stroking of Kyuhyun’s fingertips.
“Gotta break your record.”
They stroked each other, trading kisses and snuffling laughter, and he hummed as Kyuhyun sucked on his lower lip. When Kyuhyun reached behind him, he studied the lines of Kyuhyun’s cheekbone, his neck, his collarbone.
Kyuhyun almost seemed startled when he turned to see Zhou Mi watching. But he tipped his face for Zhou Mi’s kiss, and pulled Zhou Mi over hip. All he knew was Kyuhyun’s mouth as Kyuhyun put the condom on him and got him slick. Warm skin against his hands, Kyuhyun’s thighs and hips, and for the third time that night he slid deep. It felt good, almost a tease, not yet to the point of desperation but fully wanting. Kyuhyun tweaked his nipple, getting a grin out of him, a kiss.
“You can compliment me, you know,” Kyuhyun said, resting his hands behind his head like he was relaxing on a beach somewhere.
Zhou Mi could’ve picked any of the obvious. Kyuhyun’s voice, his thighs, how tight he felt, how pretty his mouth was.
“I don’t think it would’ve been three times with anyone else,” he said.
He knew when Kyuhyun heard him, the way he inhaled, the way his hands disentangled and reached to pull Zhou Mi down to be kissed.
It felt like he was dreaming, tired and cradled, languid kisses and Kyuhyun’s legs around him. But Kyuhyun was hard, and he moaned when Zhou Mi stroked him, and he kissed Kyuhyun’s throat, left a mark like Kyuhyun had left.
“Faster,” Kyuhyun said, and his breath came short.
And all Zhou Mi could do was oblige, feeling Kyuhyun moan as his body tightened, as each rock of his hips, faster, and faster again, took him closer. Kyuhyun was only looking at him, watching his face, his eyes, mouth opening as Zhou Mi kissed him and moaning as Zhou Mi’s hips stuttered and quickened. Kyuhyun felt too good, was too good, was going to make it end too fast or maybe-
“Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun gasped, as Zhou Mi stroked him, the slick grip of his fingers making Kyuhyun’s body go taut.
“Come on>”
And Kyuhyun met his eyes and came for Zhou Mi’s hand, moan beautiful in the quiet, followed by a second and a third and Zhou Mi’s hips sped, desperate and tired, and utterly aroused by Kyuhyun’s pleasure.
And Kyuhyun gripped him tight as Zhou Mi came, “Yes, Zhou Mi, yes.”
Yes. Yes, they’d fit. Yes, they’d… Everything.
Kyuhyun was still panting when Zhou Mi took care of the condom, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine standing even if it was hot and sticky when Kyuhyun pressed against him.
“Sleep,” Kyuhyun intoned against Zhou Mi’s skin.
Yes. He’d think what they’d been when he woke.
But it had been something wonderful, something amazing.
***
Zhou Mi had set his wake-up call to be exactly half an hour before he was set to leave. He’d calculated it would be enough time to dress, double-check for items, and get out the door so he could eat breakfast at the airport. But he was momentarily stopped from answering he call by Kyuhyun’s head on one arm, and hand on the other.
He also may have flopped half over Kyuhyun to get to the phone which he swiftly hung up only to find Kyuhyun squinting at him.
“Was that breakfast?”
“That was time to get up,” Zhou Mi said, laughing. “Up. Up.”
It was good, he reasoned. Less awkward morning after, when he barricaded himself into the bathroom to flatten his hair and dress. He was relieved to find Kyuhyun mostly dressed, too, and Zhou Mi gathered clothes, his laptop, shoving things into his bag and zipping it without regard to order. As long as it was together, it’d be on the plane, and he’d be fine.
Kyuhyun still looked dazed, his hair standing up, and Zhou Mi scrubbed both his hands over it until it looked almost neat. It wasn’t until he was done, Kyuhyun standing close, that he realized how intimate it had been. A casual touch.
“So wait, you’re leaving?” Kyuhyun said, still catching on.
“My flight’s in a couple of hours,” Zhou Mi said. “I have a car coming to get me soon.”
“Okay,” Kyuhyun said. “I can get my stuff together and get out of your way.”
“No need to rush. You’re not keeping me.”
Though he half wished Kyuhyun would. There wasn’t any extra skin to be seen, but he’d slept against Kyuhyun the whole night, waking only to adjust blankets and fall asleep again. It had been nicer even than the stuffed toys he’d slept with as a child. The warmth didn’t hurt, or the quiet rhythm of Kyuhyun’s breathing. It had been pretty nice to not feel alone, which he didn’t often feel. Sleeping alone was freeing, he’d always felt. He could spread out as he wanted. But with the right person, there was something good about sleeping close. Kyuhyun had certainly been one of those.
But he kind of had to say something, he thought. He didn’t know what etiquette was like, when one of them had been paid to be there.
“I’m glad you stayed,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun grinned at him.
“Guess I could have left and found some guy only interested in manhandling me since you were already paid for.”
Zhou Mi snorted. “I’m glad you didn’t ask me if I wanted that.”
“Yeah. I hope you have a good flight, then,” Kyuhyun said.
“Thanks,” Zhou Mi said, barely remembering not to extend the same wish to Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun wasn’t flying. He was staying, maybe to head off to some other client as he’d said. “And thanks for… Thanks.”
What had been mostly comfortable took a sidestep to the awkward. Maybe if Kyuhyun would’ve met his eyes instead of pushing his leather pants into his bag, he might’ve seen that Zhou Mi was trying to smile at him.
But they left the hotel room together, Zhou Mi heading to check out as Kyuhyun waited by the elevators. They’d walk out together, less conspicuous for Kyuhyun.
The car for Zhou Mi was there, but not the driver, but he handed off his luggage, and Kyuhyun gave him a nod.
A goodbye. Impersonal. Distant. Zhou Mi drew a breath, trying tot hunk of something to say but Kyuhyun was turning away anyway, and the car door was open waiting for Zhou Mi to get in.
That was easier. He’d said he was going to hate himself in the morning, but he didn’t really. He regretted a number of things, like the fact that he couldn’t just bring that back again. Not even the sex, but having someone to be near, to eat with, to laugh with. And the wanting didn’t hurt. He just hadn’t had that in a long time, and it wasn’t the fault of anyone he’d tried to date. He was still looking. It wasn’t fair he’d found it in someone who lived so far away from him.
If he’d lived there, maybe he’d have given Kyuhyun his number. Maybe they could’ve gotten together, somehow. He wasn’t sure he believed in fairy tales, but then again, he’d pretty much lived one that night and that only was partly the satisfaction talking.
He could’ve bought Kyuhyun a plane ticket, his mind argued. Got him away from everything, let him stay in his apartment while he got on his feet. That was a terrible plan that sounded like he’d be taking advantage, though, and that as why he didn’t leap out of the car to find Kyuhyun out. But he could do something. That was the nagging feeling he was getting.
And that was when the door opened, and Zhou Mi sat forward as Kyuhyun scooted in past the valet who was staring in until Zhou Mi waved him off. The door shut, and there was privacy.
“I thought I was going to miss you,” Kyuhyun gasped, panting as though he’d been sprinting to get to the car.
“I’m still here,” Zhou Mi said. Though, he was very much wondering why Kyuhyun was. They stared at each other, Kyuhyun gnawing on his bottom lip as though debating with himself.
“You know, if I get things together, I could get out of here in a week,” Kyuhyun said, knuckles white where he was hanging onto the door. “I know someone who knows someone. Maybe where you live, they’ve got different opportunities. If you wanted, maybe we could get together.”
Not as a client, Zhou Mi didn’t think. Not the way Kyuhyun wouldn’t meet his eyes. If Kyuhyun- He couldn’t even finish the thought before he was finishing in his wallet for a card.
“Text me and let me know when you know when your plane lands. I’ll pick you up,” Zhou Mi said, and held it out..
“Really?” Kyuhyun blurted. “I don’t mean that I want you to take care of m-“
But Zhou Mi kissed him, feeling Kyuhyun relax into him in the privacy of the back seat with the dark windows. “I know. I’ll see you in a week?”
And Kyuhyun nodded, kissing him again.
He’d be counting down the days.
***