Cold Metal
Title: Cold Metal
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: B-Bomb/U-Kwon (U-Bomb)
Disclaimer: I do not own the idols.
Word Count: 1,225
Summary: U-Kwon is a part-time stripper. Today was just another day at work, but a mysteriously clean-kept man caught his eye. Who is he?
AN: I roleplay on tumblr and I often write things on my account. I figured I would transfer them all over here. I hope you enjoy! ^^
He rolled his neck, his hand working out the tension in his shoulder while sitting in the waiting room. The club stylist just finished his elaborate ‘sexy’ makeup, the eyeliner curling off the corners of his eyes. Kwon’s stomach did it’s routine twists and knots before any show, the loud bass of the other performer’s music ringing in his ears, dulling all other noises in the room. He crossed his arms over his chest for warmth, a draft breezing in from the cracked door leading to outside located across the dressing room.
“Aish… when’s it my turn?” Kwon complained, crossing the open ends of his jacket over his torso. “It’s cold in here.” He scrunched his face, never having been the most patient person. “You’re on in 2, Kwonnie. Go get ready,” a noona replied, her voice raspy from the cigarette she was smoking. Kwon huffed as he stood up, the clack of his shiny black pumps on the concrete floor echoing in the room. He let his large jacket slide off of his shoulders down into the chair he was sitting in, stretching his arms up over his head before walking towards the curtains to the stage.
His coworker’s session ended within the next minute, the stage lights going black as the young male came walking off stage, rubbing one of his eyes from the sweat and kicking off his heels as soon as he made it off stage. “Work hard, Kwon,” the other male said, spanking Ukwon’s ass as encouragement before heading towards the dressing room. Kwon took a deep breath before the loud music came on overhead, the chatter and demands from the crowd quieting in anticipation.
The lights slowly brightened and the stage was empty, Kwon’s cue to strut out. His hips swayed as he walked towards the center of the stage, pivoting to his left as he strutted out on the walkway. He slowed down as he approached the pole in the middle of the extension, pressing his body against it as he did so. He rolled his body against the cold metal before spinning away in time with the music, walking to the edge of the stage, catcalls and hands being directed at him from the gritty audience. He stooped low, running his hands up his bare thighs before sitting on his knees in a straddled position, just barely sitting on the edge of his heels. His torso was adorned with a leather top consisting of small black leather straps, four on each side while connected by a metal ring in both the front and back, most of his torso exposed. He rubbed his hands up himself a little more before turning to lay on his stomach, slowly transitioning from his knees to his feet, sticking his ass in the air. The tight leather shorts adorned every curve of his ass, the bottom sticking out of the shorts just a bit. He rolls his body back to standing up, winking towards the crowd.
He changed his course of show, walking with attitude back towards the stripper pole, curling his leg around it, rolling his hips against the object. He climbs up the pole, sliding down it with his torso pressed out, his legs spread as his calves wrapped around the back. His eyes caught sight of a mysterious pair of eyes in the crowd, differentiating himself from everyone else in his suit attire. Kwon licked his lips as an idea sparked in his head, leaving the pole to walk to the back of the stage, dragging a black wooden chair out and sliding it carelessly into the middle of the stage. The audience got louder with the action, bustling as more money was discarded on stage. Kwon walked quickly back to the edge of the stage, squatting down dangerously close to everyone as he pointed into the crowd. A small part gave way as light was projected on the dashing guy, Ukwon’s lips curling into a smirk as he nodded slowly and curled his pointed finger seductively, calling the man to the stage. Awkwardly, the handsome man found his way to the stage, Ukwon greeting him with his dainty fingers around his wrist, dragging him to sit in the chair placed from earlier.
The roars of the crowd got louder as Kwon sat himself in the stranger’s lap. He placed his hands on the back of the chair, leaning in really close to whisper to the man. “Name?~” he cooed into the guy’s ear, the other licking his lips as he said back in an unexpectedly deep voice, “Minhyuk.” Ukwon smirked, rolling his hips against Minhyuk to the music, the other somehow able to keep his hands to himself. “Well, Minhyuk… I hope you enjoy the show.” He chuckled lowly, rubbing his hands down Minhyuk’s torso before dismounting, turning around to sit backwards in his lap. He pressed his backside against the man’s crotch, the warmth of his growing hardness easy to feel through his pants. Kwon couldn’t help but grin, laying his body on the floor before sliding his way between the other’s legs, continuing to show for Minhyuk.
The end of his session was nearing and Ukwon finished by leaving a peck on Minhyuk’s lips, leaving a slight strawberry taste on the other’s lips. Kwon winked at him before turning to the crowd to give one last performance, collecting as much money as he could before scurrying his way off stage.
Ukwon kicked his heels off as he walked over to his mirror station, taking the confining joke of a shirt off so he could breathe easier. “Ahh… finally. Done for the night.” He stretched his arms and back before slipping his jacket on, rubbing his hands together, the draft even more apparent than before. “Hey man, you did great!” his coworker came over with a grin, high-fiving him. “Thanks… I’m tired now though. Wanna grab a snack?” Kwon began to change, slipping into some jeans and a t-shirt, folding up his earnings and slipping them into his back pocket.
“I’ll treat.” A vaguely familiar voice rang from behind Ukwon, causing him to turn his head quickly. “How did you-” he was cut off, the strange voice coming from none other than Minhyuk form earlier. “I’m the owner of this bar.” Kwon’s facial expression widened in surprise, a blush forming across his cheeks. “I.. um…” Kwon stuttered, unsure of how to respond. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take you for dinner and then take you home. I need to repay you for that… show you gifted me with.” Minhyuk smiled, showing no signs of embarrassment.
“Well… I guess so…” Kwon rubbed his arms, nodding as he agreed to go with the man. He slipped his jacket back on, following Minhyuk to his sleek black Mercedes. Minhyuk opened the passenger door, letting Kwon slip into the clean car, buckling himself. The other man walked to the driver’s side and seated himself, closing the door before looking over at Ukwon. “So… where would you like to eat?” Kwon bit his lip, more embarrassed than he should be about the situation. “Anywhere is fine…”
Minhyuk chuckled, looking back forward. “Good… because I had a special idea for dinner… ” He bit his bottom lip seductively before nodding, speaking lowly. “You have to repay me for this problem in my pants.”