[Fic] Rundown 2/8
Title: Rundown
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: R
Pairings: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (main) and small amounts of Siwon/Hankyung
Genre: AU, baseball
Warning: Sexual situations.
Summary: As Zhou Mi's dreams are put in jeopardy, Kyuhyun is forced to face everything he has tried to escape.
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Chapter One ** Chapter Two ** Chapter Three
***
It was weird to be wandering in an unfamiliar house in the light of day. He didn’t really remember anything he was seeing from last night, but to be honest, he had been mostly hard and not thinking of much else besides that.
It was the cheerful sounds of the child that guided him, sitting like a small princess in her high chair, and stuffing pieces of fruit and cereal into her tiny bowed mouth.
She saw him before Kyuhyun did, waving happily as though a strange man showed up for breakfast every morning. “Hi, Zhou Mimi, hi.”
Had Kyuhyun been prompting her on his name? The childish repetition was endlessly cute, and he couldn’t even begin to think of correcting her.
“Hello!” He blinked, and looked to Kyuhyun. “I didn’t get her name.”
Kyuhyun smirked. “Miyun.”
“Miyun,” Zhou Mi said, testing it. A cute name for a cute child. “How are you, Miyun?”
“Goood,” she said, smiling brightly. “Zhou Mimi eat, too?”
There was a place setting for him, several covered, steaming dishes seemingly full of food. It seemed he was eating.
“Of course he is,” Kyuhyun told her. “Eat your apple, okay?”
“‘Kay.”
Zhou Mi grinned at the cheerful compliance. “She’s a sweetheart.”
“Most times,” Kyuhyun agreed. “She gets her cheerful nature from the air, I think. I don’t think she got it from me or her mother.”
The child didn’t seem to find it odd that there was a stranger eating breakfast with them. Just as she hadn’t been too surprised to be dropped on Zhou Mi’s chest before that. He didn’t think it was just his suspicious mind that wondered if it was because of her good personality, or if Kyuhyun had any multitude of strangers stay over. They hadn’t talked about relationships at all, but for Kyuhyun’s failed marriage. At the basest level, they’d gotten off with each other twice. To some that constituted a relationship... To some it was just a brief good time.
But if Zhou Mi had been the child’s father, and he watched as Kyuhyun gave her a piece of his toast, then she never would have met anyone he didn’t intend to keep around. Or at least someone he trusted. So he could start reading all sorts of things into the cozy family breakfast, or he could be reading completely wrong.
But then again, Kyuhyun had indicated he hadn’t been having sex for a while. So at least he could continue on believing Kyuhyun was a good father.
Oblivious to Zhou Mi’s internal debate, Kyuhyun looked at him. “What time did you need to get to the stadium?”
“I need to go home first, and change.”
“That’s fine. I’ll drop you off there.” Kyuhyun lifted Miyun from her high chair. “Let’s go wash.”
“Play, Daddy?”
“Not this morning. Nanny will play with you.”
Zhou Mi could see her disappointed face on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and waved at her.
“Bye, Zhou Mimi, bye!”
“Bye!”
He focused on finishing his breakfast, so that he would be ready as soon as Kyuhyun was.
***
Kyuhyun dropped him off at his house with a minimum of fuss. No goodbye kisses, no promises to call. Just a curt, “See you at the park,” before he had driven off in his sports car and sexy black sunglasses. He had also been wearing clothes, but those had been less of interest to Zhou Mi.
He had just spent the night in the man’s bed. Had breakfast with him and his daughter. He had no idea what he was supposed to think of it.
***
Kyuhyun had never let anyone near his daughter. The few opportunities he had had to date in her short life, none of them so much as heard her laughter. She was his, and his only real purpose at present was to protect her, from anything he could think of.
He didn’t even know what had prompted him to accept her that morning instead of sending her away with the nanny. And to leave her on the bed, when he obviously knew that Zhou Mi was naked beneath the covers. That was a phenomenal amount of trust, something he wasn’t even sure he possessed. They had looked so cozy when he had come back, Miyun trying to get her hand to Zhou Mi’s mouth, and that smile... That was why he had allowed it to happen. There was something about Zhou Mi, some earnestness that he couldn’t have hidden with a truckload of shrouding cloth.
He might joke that Miyun had a sunny personality, that she loved everyone, but she was not ever comfortable during visits from her mother. Quiet and shy, and almost a shadow of her normal, exuberant self. But she hadn’t been like that with Zhou Mi. That told him something. Even if he wasn’t sure what.
How long had it been since he’d really fostered an attraction for someone? Ages, it seemed. But he couldn’t stop his eyes as they molested mile-long legs, and that full bottom lip. He had watched that mouth part at a glass’s edge, seen light flash off of the tiny earring studs he wore. That slender torso, his waist... Kyuhyun’s arms would fit there with ease.
And what would that body look like bucking above him? He rolled his eyes, looking away as Zhou Mi’s face lit up with a grin at something on the field.
Maybe the old man wasn’t stupid after all. Seeing Zhou Mi’s joy in the game was almost reason for him to want to find out why.
But currently he was much more interested in seeing again what his thighs looked like inside the fashionably tight pants.
It was an interesting way to pass the time. Here was a man his father had tossed at him, and his father would be appalled by what they had already done. That Kyuhyun had taken his paltry gesture and slept with it.
Not it. Him.
Zhou Mi would be back playing, and they would have had a good time until then. Maybe he’d even invite Zhou Mi back for a repeat performance. It was good exercise. That was everything he was looking for.
***
It was strange that the next couple of days led to them ignoring that it had happened at all. Zhou Mi certainly didn’t know how to approach it, and Kyuhyun treated him with the slight indifference that he had shown the first day Zhou Mi had met him. Which equaled to Zhou Mi’s mind a few possibilities. Kyuhyun was no longer interested in continuing any kind of physical relationship because he’d sampled the goods, or... He didn’t know what else. Either Kyuhyun had gotten the satisfaction he had required, or he had found Zhou Mi lacking in some way. It miffed him, but he really couldn’t do anything about it. He would hold up his end of the bargain whether Kyuhyun liked it or not.
The only problem was, even if Kyuhyun didn’t want him, he could still taste Kyuhyun’s mouth. And the obvious, gorgeously built body, and handsome face was right there, just an arm or two’s length away.
“You want something to eat?” Kyuhyun asked, standing as the game moved into the seventh inning.
Zhou Mi stared at the bones above Kyuhyun’s wrist. He was hungry, but for something else.
He stood, following Kyuhyun toward the back. They rounded the corner almost in step, and stumbled against each other. The kiss they shared was slow and lazy. Zhou Mi nudged in closer, nibbling at Kyuhyun’s bottom lip and getting a happy chuckle.
“Kyuhyun,” he whispered. Kyuhyun’s fingers slipped below Zhou Mi’s waistband, tracing his skin.
He watched Kyuhyun’s tongue run across his teeth, a grin tipping his mouth. “You’re coming home with me tonight, right?”
He nearly whimpered in agreement, and Kyuhyun left him there with a smile.
***
Zhou Mi tried to keep a hold on his impulses as they drove, trying to content himself with watching the rain-blurred outside, or the quite hiss of the air conditioning, or the quietly playing radio. He ended up spending more time on Kyuhyun’s hands, curled tight around the steering wheel, his posture relaxed as he guided the car through traffic.
“Rain always makes me want to be at home,” Kyuhyun said, startling him. “Get wet, change your clothes, watch it fall.”
“I like rain, too,” Zhou Mi agreed. He imagined watch the droplets slide down Kyuhyun’s skin. “Snow is better, though.”
“There’s another thing we agree on, then. Need something to eat?”
“No.”
He swallowed, watching as Kyuhyun swiveled in his neck as they waited at a light. Just Kyuhyun. He wanted to taste, and...
Somehow he survived, trotting after Kyuhyun as the went up into the entrance hall. Keys were dropped on the side table, jacket on the peg, shoes set aside. He was far too ready, eyes raking from Kyuhyun’s knees to his shoulders as they found their way to the bedroom. The covers were laid back, but they weren’t to be using it that night.
They watched each other as they dropped articles of clothing. A shirt, from Kyuhyun a challenging smile. Pants, a smirky grin. He didn’t protest as Kyuhyun tugged him close, skin to skin, mouth to mouth. He cupped his good hand on Kyuhyun’s jaw, feeling Kyuhyun’s arms cross behind his back. Kyuhyun’s pulse hammered beneath his fingers, as they fought to get closer.
He groaned as Kyuhyun’s teeth caught his ear, running his face desperately against the length of Kyuhyun’s neck.
“Kyuhyun...”
It gratified him that Kyuhyun’s breath caught, the little chuckle that made him want to just eat him alive.
“Ready then?”
“For hours...”
He wondered that he kept his sanity as Kyuhyun knelt at the edge of the bed, staring coyly back at him over his shoulder.
“I think you should be able to handle this, right?”
His knees hit the floor with a thump, Kyuhyun’s skin hot against his chest.
He traced Kyuhyun’s side with his good hand, the tenseness of his stomach. Ridge of his hip, and the generous jut of his arousal. He wondered that Kyuhyun had not tried to switch it up at all. To see Kyuhyun above him... He didn’t know that he could have refused. But it wasn’t as though he was disappointed. Not in the least. If Kyuhyun preferred it that way, so did he.
“Faster,” Kyuhyun ordered, sounding impatient and aroused all at once.
He breathed in the scent of Kyuhyun’s hair as he complied. Little grunts from Kyuhyun’s throat, frantic whispered orders, and Kyuhyun’s hands sneaking back to urge on Zhou Mi’s hips... Kyuhyun seemed desperate for it. Release. Sex. Something.
His fisted hand quickened on Kyuhyun, trying to keep up with the rhythm of their hips, and Kyuhyun stiffened, gasping in stuttered measures. And Zhou Mi closed his eyes, letting the end take him.
They were slumped over the edge of the bed, two hot, sticky bodies, until Kyuhyun began to stir.
“Let’s shower and sleep,” he croaked. And Zhou Mi hummed in agreement. Kyuhyun stood first, helping Zhou Mi and his suddenly stiff knees upright with a little laugh. Kyuhyun’s shower was large, and yet still felt intimate. Perhaps it was the way the dark tiles swirled. The hot water was reviving, sluicing over them as Kyuhyun smeared shampoo onto Zhou Mi’s head, leaving him to wash his own hair while watching Kyuhyun do the same. He wanted to run his tongue up the tender curve of his inner arm, taste the skin over his biceps. Feel the indentation of his ribs against his lips and the hollow of his shoulder... Kyuhyun’s back was a different sort of desire entirely. The lateness of the hour and their satisfying tryst left him little more than focused and interested. And if the path of Kyuhyun’s eyes were any indication...
Kyuhyun loaned him a pair of pajama pants, had an extra toothbrush waiting at the sink. He climbed into the bed opposite Kyuhyun, and was again startled to find Kyuhyun half on top of him, kissing him, a visceral mating of mouths.
“I needed that for days,” Kyuhyun said, an echo of the words he had spoken the last time they were in bed together. “And by that, I mean you.”
There was something wicked in his clarification, as though he got some perverse pleasure out of making fun of Zhou Mi’s previous misunderstanding.
“Miyun will be glad to see you at breakfast,” Kyuhyun said, yawning, and dropping back against the pillows.
The invocation of Kyuhyun’s daughter was as shocking as the kiss had been. This isn’t just sex, Zhou Mi’s mind whispered. He’s sharing something with you...
Delusional probably wasn’t the right term. Wishful thinking was a little more accurate. It wasn’t as though they were dating. They were fulfilling some sort of mutual need in each other. It didn’t matter that he could see himself rolling over, notching his nose against Kyuhyun’s neck. Feeling that long-fingered hand rub generously over his back. Little things, little comforts. He wanted to give all of that back to Kyuhyun, replace some of those barriers he saw there with joy. But the last thing he wanted was to be labeled as clingy... Not yet.
“I’ll be glad to see her, too,” Zhou Mi said honestly.
Kyuhyun’s grunt of humor was somewhat sleepy, and beside him, not touching, Zhou Mi slid effortlessly into sleep.
***
Zhou Mi rolled his neck as he stared into Kyuhyun’s bathroom mirror. Getting into bed and sorting out some of his problems seemed to be helping in the short term, he thought, watching Kyuhyun dry his hair in the reflection.
The last three games had ended in bitter losses, so the fact that the score was ahead for them was significant.
“How’s the mood in the dugout?” Kyuhyun had asked.
“Not bad... Determined. You can only play one game at a time, so you try to focus on the one game you have in your power. Obviously you can get distracted, though. They’ll get a break, and it’ll happen.”
Kyuhyun had grunted. “Sounds like a lot of effort for no guarantee.”
How he had laughed. “Do you give up on Miyun because she isn’t always good? Of course there are no guarantees, but we feel accomplished when we can make it happen. Some of it’s luck, some of it’s talent, but it’s always worth it.”
It was worth it. He flexed his fingers gently, watching them curve over the support on his hand, his wrist.
“Does it hurt?” Kyuhyun asked from beside him.
“When I try and use it,” Zhou Mi said, staring down at where Kyuhyun’s nails were scraping along the ridged material of the brace.
“Should I kiss it and make it better?” he asked, his mouth quirking at the thought.
“I wish you could.”
There was humor in Zhou Mi’s answer. Wishing that a kiss could heal it. And yet still, with Kyuhyun’s eyes on his, Kyuhyun pressed a kiss to his cloth-covered palm.
Zhou Mi swallowed hard, far loud enough for both of them to hear. “Th-That’s not where it hurts.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t feel his mouth against the brace, but he could see it. And he hadn’t yet closed his mouth... Or his eyes.
Kyuhyun was able to turn him easily, molding himself to Zhou Mi’s back, staring at him through the mirror.
“Do you like how we do it?” Kyuhyun asked, tipping his head down so he could run his cheekbone across the top of Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “Or do you think of me behind you like this?”
Zhou Mi inhaled as Kyuhyun’s hips rolled against his, a blatant suggestion echoed by the curve of his lips and the shadow of his eyes.
“I like... What do you like?” Zhou Mi asked, trying to turn the tables.
“I’m asking you,” Kyuhyun retorted, his tongue warm against Zhou Mi’s skin.
“I like what we have,” Zhou Mi said, finally getting to turn. “But I’d like it any way, I think.”
“Sex is sex...”
“No,” Zhou Mi said, waving his injured hand. “I want to be able to be on top of you, feeling you beneath me, for real. I can’t have that yet. But the sex is awesome because of you. You turn me on, and on and on... If you want to switch things up, then you have to let me know. I would do...”
Kyuhyun’s eyes had dropped, and Zhou Mi’s breath shuddered out, feeling Kyuhyun’s fingers slide down his chest.
“You like what we have?” Zhou Mi whispered, needing to know.
A smile pulled at the edges of Kyuhyun’s mouth. “You know how to use your hips,” he said. And pulled at those same hips with his hands. “So let’s put them to good use.”
Kyuhyun hadn’t really answered the question, Zhou Mi realized. He hadn’t said whether he liked Zhou Mi in him, or if he’d rather it be the other way. But by his actions, maybe he had. Kyuhyun had pulled Zhou Mi down behind him, kissing him messily, artlessly over his shoulder. And it seemed like every time, as he was dazed with Kyuhyun shuddering against him, he was certain it had never felt quite that good with anyone else.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: R
Pairings: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (main) and small amounts of Siwon/Hankyung
Genre: AU, baseball
Warning: Sexual situations.
Summary: As Zhou Mi's dreams are put in jeopardy, Kyuhyun is forced to face everything he has tried to escape.
***
Chapter One ** Chapter Two ** Chapter Three
***
It was weird to be wandering in an unfamiliar house in the light of day. He didn’t really remember anything he was seeing from last night, but to be honest, he had been mostly hard and not thinking of much else besides that.
It was the cheerful sounds of the child that guided him, sitting like a small princess in her high chair, and stuffing pieces of fruit and cereal into her tiny bowed mouth.
She saw him before Kyuhyun did, waving happily as though a strange man showed up for breakfast every morning. “Hi, Zhou Mimi, hi.”
Had Kyuhyun been prompting her on his name? The childish repetition was endlessly cute, and he couldn’t even begin to think of correcting her.
“Hello!” He blinked, and looked to Kyuhyun. “I didn’t get her name.”
Kyuhyun smirked. “Miyun.”
“Miyun,” Zhou Mi said, testing it. A cute name for a cute child. “How are you, Miyun?”
“Goood,” she said, smiling brightly. “Zhou Mimi eat, too?”
There was a place setting for him, several covered, steaming dishes seemingly full of food. It seemed he was eating.
“Of course he is,” Kyuhyun told her. “Eat your apple, okay?”
“‘Kay.”
Zhou Mi grinned at the cheerful compliance. “She’s a sweetheart.”
“Most times,” Kyuhyun agreed. “She gets her cheerful nature from the air, I think. I don’t think she got it from me or her mother.”
The child didn’t seem to find it odd that there was a stranger eating breakfast with them. Just as she hadn’t been too surprised to be dropped on Zhou Mi’s chest before that. He didn’t think it was just his suspicious mind that wondered if it was because of her good personality, or if Kyuhyun had any multitude of strangers stay over. They hadn’t talked about relationships at all, but for Kyuhyun’s failed marriage. At the basest level, they’d gotten off with each other twice. To some that constituted a relationship... To some it was just a brief good time.
But if Zhou Mi had been the child’s father, and he watched as Kyuhyun gave her a piece of his toast, then she never would have met anyone he didn’t intend to keep around. Or at least someone he trusted. So he could start reading all sorts of things into the cozy family breakfast, or he could be reading completely wrong.
But then again, Kyuhyun had indicated he hadn’t been having sex for a while. So at least he could continue on believing Kyuhyun was a good father.
Oblivious to Zhou Mi’s internal debate, Kyuhyun looked at him. “What time did you need to get to the stadium?”
“I need to go home first, and change.”
“That’s fine. I’ll drop you off there.” Kyuhyun lifted Miyun from her high chair. “Let’s go wash.”
“Play, Daddy?”
“Not this morning. Nanny will play with you.”
Zhou Mi could see her disappointed face on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and waved at her.
“Bye, Zhou Mimi, bye!”
“Bye!”
He focused on finishing his breakfast, so that he would be ready as soon as Kyuhyun was.
***
Kyuhyun dropped him off at his house with a minimum of fuss. No goodbye kisses, no promises to call. Just a curt, “See you at the park,” before he had driven off in his sports car and sexy black sunglasses. He had also been wearing clothes, but those had been less of interest to Zhou Mi.
He had just spent the night in the man’s bed. Had breakfast with him and his daughter. He had no idea what he was supposed to think of it.
***
Kyuhyun had never let anyone near his daughter. The few opportunities he had had to date in her short life, none of them so much as heard her laughter. She was his, and his only real purpose at present was to protect her, from anything he could think of.
He didn’t even know what had prompted him to accept her that morning instead of sending her away with the nanny. And to leave her on the bed, when he obviously knew that Zhou Mi was naked beneath the covers. That was a phenomenal amount of trust, something he wasn’t even sure he possessed. They had looked so cozy when he had come back, Miyun trying to get her hand to Zhou Mi’s mouth, and that smile... That was why he had allowed it to happen. There was something about Zhou Mi, some earnestness that he couldn’t have hidden with a truckload of shrouding cloth.
He might joke that Miyun had a sunny personality, that she loved everyone, but she was not ever comfortable during visits from her mother. Quiet and shy, and almost a shadow of her normal, exuberant self. But she hadn’t been like that with Zhou Mi. That told him something. Even if he wasn’t sure what.
How long had it been since he’d really fostered an attraction for someone? Ages, it seemed. But he couldn’t stop his eyes as they molested mile-long legs, and that full bottom lip. He had watched that mouth part at a glass’s edge, seen light flash off of the tiny earring studs he wore. That slender torso, his waist... Kyuhyun’s arms would fit there with ease.
And what would that body look like bucking above him? He rolled his eyes, looking away as Zhou Mi’s face lit up with a grin at something on the field.
Maybe the old man wasn’t stupid after all. Seeing Zhou Mi’s joy in the game was almost reason for him to want to find out why.
But currently he was much more interested in seeing again what his thighs looked like inside the fashionably tight pants.
It was an interesting way to pass the time. Here was a man his father had tossed at him, and his father would be appalled by what they had already done. That Kyuhyun had taken his paltry gesture and slept with it.
Not it. Him.
Zhou Mi would be back playing, and they would have had a good time until then. Maybe he’d even invite Zhou Mi back for a repeat performance. It was good exercise. That was everything he was looking for.
***
It was strange that the next couple of days led to them ignoring that it had happened at all. Zhou Mi certainly didn’t know how to approach it, and Kyuhyun treated him with the slight indifference that he had shown the first day Zhou Mi had met him. Which equaled to Zhou Mi’s mind a few possibilities. Kyuhyun was no longer interested in continuing any kind of physical relationship because he’d sampled the goods, or... He didn’t know what else. Either Kyuhyun had gotten the satisfaction he had required, or he had found Zhou Mi lacking in some way. It miffed him, but he really couldn’t do anything about it. He would hold up his end of the bargain whether Kyuhyun liked it or not.
The only problem was, even if Kyuhyun didn’t want him, he could still taste Kyuhyun’s mouth. And the obvious, gorgeously built body, and handsome face was right there, just an arm or two’s length away.
“You want something to eat?” Kyuhyun asked, standing as the game moved into the seventh inning.
Zhou Mi stared at the bones above Kyuhyun’s wrist. He was hungry, but for something else.
He stood, following Kyuhyun toward the back. They rounded the corner almost in step, and stumbled against each other. The kiss they shared was slow and lazy. Zhou Mi nudged in closer, nibbling at Kyuhyun’s bottom lip and getting a happy chuckle.
“Kyuhyun,” he whispered. Kyuhyun’s fingers slipped below Zhou Mi’s waistband, tracing his skin.
He watched Kyuhyun’s tongue run across his teeth, a grin tipping his mouth. “You’re coming home with me tonight, right?”
He nearly whimpered in agreement, and Kyuhyun left him there with a smile.
***
Zhou Mi tried to keep a hold on his impulses as they drove, trying to content himself with watching the rain-blurred outside, or the quite hiss of the air conditioning, or the quietly playing radio. He ended up spending more time on Kyuhyun’s hands, curled tight around the steering wheel, his posture relaxed as he guided the car through traffic.
“Rain always makes me want to be at home,” Kyuhyun said, startling him. “Get wet, change your clothes, watch it fall.”
“I like rain, too,” Zhou Mi agreed. He imagined watch the droplets slide down Kyuhyun’s skin. “Snow is better, though.”
“There’s another thing we agree on, then. Need something to eat?”
“No.”
He swallowed, watching as Kyuhyun swiveled in his neck as they waited at a light. Just Kyuhyun. He wanted to taste, and...
Somehow he survived, trotting after Kyuhyun as the went up into the entrance hall. Keys were dropped on the side table, jacket on the peg, shoes set aside. He was far too ready, eyes raking from Kyuhyun’s knees to his shoulders as they found their way to the bedroom. The covers were laid back, but they weren’t to be using it that night.
They watched each other as they dropped articles of clothing. A shirt, from Kyuhyun a challenging smile. Pants, a smirky grin. He didn’t protest as Kyuhyun tugged him close, skin to skin, mouth to mouth. He cupped his good hand on Kyuhyun’s jaw, feeling Kyuhyun’s arms cross behind his back. Kyuhyun’s pulse hammered beneath his fingers, as they fought to get closer.
He groaned as Kyuhyun’s teeth caught his ear, running his face desperately against the length of Kyuhyun’s neck.
“Kyuhyun...”
It gratified him that Kyuhyun’s breath caught, the little chuckle that made him want to just eat him alive.
“Ready then?”
“For hours...”
He wondered that he kept his sanity as Kyuhyun knelt at the edge of the bed, staring coyly back at him over his shoulder.
“I think you should be able to handle this, right?”
His knees hit the floor with a thump, Kyuhyun’s skin hot against his chest.
He traced Kyuhyun’s side with his good hand, the tenseness of his stomach. Ridge of his hip, and the generous jut of his arousal. He wondered that Kyuhyun had not tried to switch it up at all. To see Kyuhyun above him... He didn’t know that he could have refused. But it wasn’t as though he was disappointed. Not in the least. If Kyuhyun preferred it that way, so did he.
“Faster,” Kyuhyun ordered, sounding impatient and aroused all at once.
He breathed in the scent of Kyuhyun’s hair as he complied. Little grunts from Kyuhyun’s throat, frantic whispered orders, and Kyuhyun’s hands sneaking back to urge on Zhou Mi’s hips... Kyuhyun seemed desperate for it. Release. Sex. Something.
His fisted hand quickened on Kyuhyun, trying to keep up with the rhythm of their hips, and Kyuhyun stiffened, gasping in stuttered measures. And Zhou Mi closed his eyes, letting the end take him.
They were slumped over the edge of the bed, two hot, sticky bodies, until Kyuhyun began to stir.
“Let’s shower and sleep,” he croaked. And Zhou Mi hummed in agreement. Kyuhyun stood first, helping Zhou Mi and his suddenly stiff knees upright with a little laugh. Kyuhyun’s shower was large, and yet still felt intimate. Perhaps it was the way the dark tiles swirled. The hot water was reviving, sluicing over them as Kyuhyun smeared shampoo onto Zhou Mi’s head, leaving him to wash his own hair while watching Kyuhyun do the same. He wanted to run his tongue up the tender curve of his inner arm, taste the skin over his biceps. Feel the indentation of his ribs against his lips and the hollow of his shoulder... Kyuhyun’s back was a different sort of desire entirely. The lateness of the hour and their satisfying tryst left him little more than focused and interested. And if the path of Kyuhyun’s eyes were any indication...
Kyuhyun loaned him a pair of pajama pants, had an extra toothbrush waiting at the sink. He climbed into the bed opposite Kyuhyun, and was again startled to find Kyuhyun half on top of him, kissing him, a visceral mating of mouths.
“I needed that for days,” Kyuhyun said, an echo of the words he had spoken the last time they were in bed together. “And by that, I mean you.”
There was something wicked in his clarification, as though he got some perverse pleasure out of making fun of Zhou Mi’s previous misunderstanding.
“Miyun will be glad to see you at breakfast,” Kyuhyun said, yawning, and dropping back against the pillows.
The invocation of Kyuhyun’s daughter was as shocking as the kiss had been. This isn’t just sex, Zhou Mi’s mind whispered. He’s sharing something with you...
Delusional probably wasn’t the right term. Wishful thinking was a little more accurate. It wasn’t as though they were dating. They were fulfilling some sort of mutual need in each other. It didn’t matter that he could see himself rolling over, notching his nose against Kyuhyun’s neck. Feeling that long-fingered hand rub generously over his back. Little things, little comforts. He wanted to give all of that back to Kyuhyun, replace some of those barriers he saw there with joy. But the last thing he wanted was to be labeled as clingy... Not yet.
“I’ll be glad to see her, too,” Zhou Mi said honestly.
Kyuhyun’s grunt of humor was somewhat sleepy, and beside him, not touching, Zhou Mi slid effortlessly into sleep.
***
Zhou Mi rolled his neck as he stared into Kyuhyun’s bathroom mirror. Getting into bed and sorting out some of his problems seemed to be helping in the short term, he thought, watching Kyuhyun dry his hair in the reflection.
The last three games had ended in bitter losses, so the fact that the score was ahead for them was significant.
“How’s the mood in the dugout?” Kyuhyun had asked.
“Not bad... Determined. You can only play one game at a time, so you try to focus on the one game you have in your power. Obviously you can get distracted, though. They’ll get a break, and it’ll happen.”
Kyuhyun had grunted. “Sounds like a lot of effort for no guarantee.”
How he had laughed. “Do you give up on Miyun because she isn’t always good? Of course there are no guarantees, but we feel accomplished when we can make it happen. Some of it’s luck, some of it’s talent, but it’s always worth it.”
It was worth it. He flexed his fingers gently, watching them curve over the support on his hand, his wrist.
“Does it hurt?” Kyuhyun asked from beside him.
“When I try and use it,” Zhou Mi said, staring down at where Kyuhyun’s nails were scraping along the ridged material of the brace.
“Should I kiss it and make it better?” he asked, his mouth quirking at the thought.
“I wish you could.”
There was humor in Zhou Mi’s answer. Wishing that a kiss could heal it. And yet still, with Kyuhyun’s eyes on his, Kyuhyun pressed a kiss to his cloth-covered palm.
Zhou Mi swallowed hard, far loud enough for both of them to hear. “Th-That’s not where it hurts.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t feel his mouth against the brace, but he could see it. And he hadn’t yet closed his mouth... Or his eyes.
Kyuhyun was able to turn him easily, molding himself to Zhou Mi’s back, staring at him through the mirror.
“Do you like how we do it?” Kyuhyun asked, tipping his head down so he could run his cheekbone across the top of Zhou Mi’s shoulder. “Or do you think of me behind you like this?”
Zhou Mi inhaled as Kyuhyun’s hips rolled against his, a blatant suggestion echoed by the curve of his lips and the shadow of his eyes.
“I like... What do you like?” Zhou Mi asked, trying to turn the tables.
“I’m asking you,” Kyuhyun retorted, his tongue warm against Zhou Mi’s skin.
“I like what we have,” Zhou Mi said, finally getting to turn. “But I’d like it any way, I think.”
“Sex is sex...”
“No,” Zhou Mi said, waving his injured hand. “I want to be able to be on top of you, feeling you beneath me, for real. I can’t have that yet. But the sex is awesome because of you. You turn me on, and on and on... If you want to switch things up, then you have to let me know. I would do...”
Kyuhyun’s eyes had dropped, and Zhou Mi’s breath shuddered out, feeling Kyuhyun’s fingers slide down his chest.
“You like what we have?” Zhou Mi whispered, needing to know.
A smile pulled at the edges of Kyuhyun’s mouth. “You know how to use your hips,” he said. And pulled at those same hips with his hands. “So let’s put them to good use.”
Kyuhyun hadn’t really answered the question, Zhou Mi realized. He hadn’t said whether he liked Zhou Mi in him, or if he’d rather it be the other way. But by his actions, maybe he had. Kyuhyun had pulled Zhou Mi down behind him, kissing him messily, artlessly over his shoulder. And it seemed like every time, as he was dazed with Kyuhyun shuddering against him, he was certain it had never felt quite that good with anyone else.
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