[Fic] Poles Apart
Title: Poles Apart
Pairing: Hyukjae/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Warning: sexual situations
For Ally~
***
Hyukjae wouldn’t have considered it, had he not seen it himself. A group of his friends getting ready, going out. He was sociable, loved to tag along. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t known where they’d been going. They’d just sworn they wouldn’t be staying long, just long enough to get their drinks, see what it was all about. Women, stripping. He laughed along with the plan, and got called their cute little prude, and ordered drinks - for the others to drink, while he had soda and juice. They were hooting and having a good time, and daring each other to dart up and tuck money into the girls’ underwear. He glued his butt to his chair, and observed.
He figured he’d escaped any trauma, by the time they left, until someone suggested they go into a different bar. And there were giggles, and elbows knocking into ribs, and he didn’t know what they were laughing about, until they paid to get in, and made it inside. There were still girls, no doubt about that. But also - men. Half naked, and moving, and his face went brilliantly red as they found a corner to laugh in. Of course, being men, they had to discuss the size of their respective endowments, and muscles, and then go back to ogling the girl.
Hyukjae begged off after that, and went home, stone sober and the man on stage worming into his fantasies.
And the next year, he moved to a new city, new school. Looked everywhere for a job. Wandering the university’s job fair, trying to be optimistic about it.
“You’d be a good fit.”
He looked up, startled that someone was talking to him. A man, about his height, staring at him directly. And giving him a once-over?
“At least if you look like what your clothes promise.”
A card was tucked into his hand, and the man merged back into the crowd.
Hyukjae stared at the card, the torso of a naked man, a club name. Pretty obvious what it was advertising.
And that was how he started stripping.
***
The man who’d scouted him, trained him. Heechul. Not an owner, just an employee. A popular one, Hyukjae realized, as he watched the patrons react to Heechul’s skin being bared. His first task, he’d been told, was to observe. Sit a few nights, get a feel for the crowd, what they responded to. Not to mention seeing what the men on stage, the ones who went onto the floor, did.
Heechul, whose hair was going just a touch long, who moved like he loved the eyes watching him. Dropping articles of clothing to eager hands, and dropping to accept them as hands shoved money into his waistband. Hyukjae made very sure to get himself off before going. So as not to get hard while watching.
“How do you not get hard?” he asked, trailing Heechul backstage.
“I do. The rush, the power is exciting. I like showing off. You said you danced in high school, so you must, too. Your dick is already on display in what you’re wearing, no one’s going to complain if you’re pointing it in their faces.”
He learned what to do with a pole, what to do with his body, what to accept from people and what to move away from. Baring his shoulders and chest, for Heechul alone, and doing what he’d been taught since he was a young kid learning to dance. Just do it, forget to a point who was there. Even in front of Heechul, who he saw gyrating in his head, he couldn’t control himself.
And the first time he did it in front of people, the club full, hands on his legs, his hips. Tucking in money, or just all-out groping. He had a set time, a set song. He remembered to breathe, saw Heechul’s neck arching back, and had to keep his footing making it back offstage with the shirt and pants he’d slithered out of.
He was shaking, a little of pride, a little turned out, and Heechul, dressed and ready to go out with his face made up, send an amused look down his body.
“You have time to jerk off before you go out again.”
Hyukjae didn’t have to. The knowledge that he could do it was enough. And Heechul stopped having to hold his hand, get him ready, send him out. The manager gave him thumbs up, and he rolled his stomach for the benefit of the crowd, letting the music take him as his back rubbed against the stable pole.
It brought enough money to pay his bills, and had it not been for one thing, he could’ve gone in and done his job - and that was Heechul.
At the wrong angle Heechul was pretty, prettier than almost any girl he’d seen. And then at other times, all male, smirking and cracking jokes that sometimes poked fun. Working with Heechul on a new routine, walking out together before splitting on the stage was torture.
He was supposed to be acting, but Heechul was in his face, licking his lips, rubbing against him. Whoops and cheers as they almost ground together, shirts dropping.
It was where they were supposed to split, dropping their pants and finishing the song.
But Heechul kept coming after him, as he backed away. Backing him into the pole and taking down Hyukjae’s pants himself, before he stalked away, pleased with himself. Hyukjae’s moves weren’t as polished, after that. But he got through it. And according to management, the crowd had loved it. The tips were tremendous.
Heechul was smug. And he had the damning image of Heechul on his knees, to take down his pants. Those pants were never as loose as he planned.
***
“You have a boyfriend?” Heechul asks, one day, sprawled in a chair like he owns the universe.
“No,” Hyukjae answered him, and then couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “There was a guy, back home, but he was dating someone, so…”
“So you’re pining after a guy who couldn’t care less about you?”
“No,” Hyukjae argued, and struggled to figure out why he’d said it. So it didn’t sound, didn’t mean he was pining after the man who kept trying to find new ways to turn him on. Heechul was older, not that much older. But for all Hyukjae knew, and he listened to the rumors, Heechul could be getting it on with half the city every night. He knew Heechul had dated a guy before, broke up with him rather publicly.
People said Heechul was capricious and flighty, but Hyukjae just saw caution in him. He’d taken good care of Hyukjae, looked after him. There’d been no fake airs like people talked about. The things Heechul showed, not the things Heechul was.
And he kind of wished he didn’t think about it, because wanting Heechul on his knees, on his back, wasn’t bad enough?
“You never made a move, so I wondered.” Heechul cocked his head as he spoke. “Unless you’re the delicate type that expected me to make a move on you.”
Hyukjae’s breath froze in his chest. “I- Is that what this is? A move?”
“You tell me.”
His gut told him that Heechul wouldn’t have said anything, if it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously. He locked the door of the small dressing room, gauging the time on the wall. Another 30 minutes before either of them would be missed.
He tried to remember to breathe, settling over Heechul’s legs. Shoulders warm under his fingers, and mouth demanding on his. Fingers digging into his butt and dragging him closer, feeling Heechul hard through his pants Maybe it was lust, but he could see taking Heechul out for dinner, a movie, a game. Doing stupid things, and having sex on every surface inside his apartment. Heechul would be demanding, and they’d talk, and fight, and make up. He’d watch other people lusting after Heechul’s body, and be the only one who got to touch it.
Heechul’s mouth, sucking at his Adam’s apple, undoing his pants. Stroking him, dry on dry in a way that made him gasp. And he fumbled, rocking his palm against Heechul’s cloth-covered erection until they were rubbing together, kissing, moaning. He was moaning. Heechul was all but pleading.
He was the one to surprise Heechul, standing, on his knees in front of the chair and pushing open Heechul’s thighs, and sucking until Heechul gasped for him to stop. Heechul’s softening cock against his fingers, and come in his mouth. Down his chin.
“I knew you were going to be a good one,” Heechul said at length, hair mussed by Hyukjae’s hands, and face flushed. Eyes bright, and - somehow, hungry.
Heechul didn’t get on his knees, but when he urged Hyukjae to his feet, holding Hyukjae’s hips, leaning forward put him in the perfect spot to swallow Hyukjae, nearly whole. His whole body tightening, rocking on his feet and remembering balance. Balance. Moaning, and cupping Heechul’s head, and wonder how he would ever get the image of Heechul’s mouth around him out of him. Ever. When he came, he had to hold onto the chair, breath exploding from him as he rocked into Heechul’s mouth. Heechul’s mouth was red, and wet, when he pulled away, and Hyukjae kissed him, sagging into him. Time, their job, where they were, he was lost to it.
Heechul ringed the muscles of his upper arm, considering him as they sat beside each other, pants still open. He didn’t know what to make of that look, whether he should be proud of what Heechul was feeling up or not.
“You touch one of those people out there, and that’s it for us.”
“I never would,” Hyukjae told him, acknowledging that warning and watched Heechul’s mouth curve. As though to say, of course you wouldn’t, not with me here.
And Hyukjae couldn’t argue with that.
***
Pairing: Hyukjae/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Warning: sexual situations
For Ally~
***
Hyukjae wouldn’t have considered it, had he not seen it himself. A group of his friends getting ready, going out. He was sociable, loved to tag along. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t known where they’d been going. They’d just sworn they wouldn’t be staying long, just long enough to get their drinks, see what it was all about. Women, stripping. He laughed along with the plan, and got called their cute little prude, and ordered drinks - for the others to drink, while he had soda and juice. They were hooting and having a good time, and daring each other to dart up and tuck money into the girls’ underwear. He glued his butt to his chair, and observed.
He figured he’d escaped any trauma, by the time they left, until someone suggested they go into a different bar. And there were giggles, and elbows knocking into ribs, and he didn’t know what they were laughing about, until they paid to get in, and made it inside. There were still girls, no doubt about that. But also - men. Half naked, and moving, and his face went brilliantly red as they found a corner to laugh in. Of course, being men, they had to discuss the size of their respective endowments, and muscles, and then go back to ogling the girl.
Hyukjae begged off after that, and went home, stone sober and the man on stage worming into his fantasies.
And the next year, he moved to a new city, new school. Looked everywhere for a job. Wandering the university’s job fair, trying to be optimistic about it.
“You’d be a good fit.”
He looked up, startled that someone was talking to him. A man, about his height, staring at him directly. And giving him a once-over?
“At least if you look like what your clothes promise.”
A card was tucked into his hand, and the man merged back into the crowd.
Hyukjae stared at the card, the torso of a naked man, a club name. Pretty obvious what it was advertising.
And that was how he started stripping.
***
The man who’d scouted him, trained him. Heechul. Not an owner, just an employee. A popular one, Hyukjae realized, as he watched the patrons react to Heechul’s skin being bared. His first task, he’d been told, was to observe. Sit a few nights, get a feel for the crowd, what they responded to. Not to mention seeing what the men on stage, the ones who went onto the floor, did.
Heechul, whose hair was going just a touch long, who moved like he loved the eyes watching him. Dropping articles of clothing to eager hands, and dropping to accept them as hands shoved money into his waistband. Hyukjae made very sure to get himself off before going. So as not to get hard while watching.
“How do you not get hard?” he asked, trailing Heechul backstage.
“I do. The rush, the power is exciting. I like showing off. You said you danced in high school, so you must, too. Your dick is already on display in what you’re wearing, no one’s going to complain if you’re pointing it in their faces.”
He learned what to do with a pole, what to do with his body, what to accept from people and what to move away from. Baring his shoulders and chest, for Heechul alone, and doing what he’d been taught since he was a young kid learning to dance. Just do it, forget to a point who was there. Even in front of Heechul, who he saw gyrating in his head, he couldn’t control himself.
And the first time he did it in front of people, the club full, hands on his legs, his hips. Tucking in money, or just all-out groping. He had a set time, a set song. He remembered to breathe, saw Heechul’s neck arching back, and had to keep his footing making it back offstage with the shirt and pants he’d slithered out of.
He was shaking, a little of pride, a little turned out, and Heechul, dressed and ready to go out with his face made up, send an amused look down his body.
“You have time to jerk off before you go out again.”
Hyukjae didn’t have to. The knowledge that he could do it was enough. And Heechul stopped having to hold his hand, get him ready, send him out. The manager gave him thumbs up, and he rolled his stomach for the benefit of the crowd, letting the music take him as his back rubbed against the stable pole.
It brought enough money to pay his bills, and had it not been for one thing, he could’ve gone in and done his job - and that was Heechul.
At the wrong angle Heechul was pretty, prettier than almost any girl he’d seen. And then at other times, all male, smirking and cracking jokes that sometimes poked fun. Working with Heechul on a new routine, walking out together before splitting on the stage was torture.
He was supposed to be acting, but Heechul was in his face, licking his lips, rubbing against him. Whoops and cheers as they almost ground together, shirts dropping.
It was where they were supposed to split, dropping their pants and finishing the song.
But Heechul kept coming after him, as he backed away. Backing him into the pole and taking down Hyukjae’s pants himself, before he stalked away, pleased with himself. Hyukjae’s moves weren’t as polished, after that. But he got through it. And according to management, the crowd had loved it. The tips were tremendous.
Heechul was smug. And he had the damning image of Heechul on his knees, to take down his pants. Those pants were never as loose as he planned.
***
“You have a boyfriend?” Heechul asks, one day, sprawled in a chair like he owns the universe.
“No,” Hyukjae answered him, and then couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “There was a guy, back home, but he was dating someone, so…”
“So you’re pining after a guy who couldn’t care less about you?”
“No,” Hyukjae argued, and struggled to figure out why he’d said it. So it didn’t sound, didn’t mean he was pining after the man who kept trying to find new ways to turn him on. Heechul was older, not that much older. But for all Hyukjae knew, and he listened to the rumors, Heechul could be getting it on with half the city every night. He knew Heechul had dated a guy before, broke up with him rather publicly.
People said Heechul was capricious and flighty, but Hyukjae just saw caution in him. He’d taken good care of Hyukjae, looked after him. There’d been no fake airs like people talked about. The things Heechul showed, not the things Heechul was.
And he kind of wished he didn’t think about it, because wanting Heechul on his knees, on his back, wasn’t bad enough?
“You never made a move, so I wondered.” Heechul cocked his head as he spoke. “Unless you’re the delicate type that expected me to make a move on you.”
Hyukjae’s breath froze in his chest. “I- Is that what this is? A move?”
“You tell me.”
His gut told him that Heechul wouldn’t have said anything, if it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously. He locked the door of the small dressing room, gauging the time on the wall. Another 30 minutes before either of them would be missed.
He tried to remember to breathe, settling over Heechul’s legs. Shoulders warm under his fingers, and mouth demanding on his. Fingers digging into his butt and dragging him closer, feeling Heechul hard through his pants Maybe it was lust, but he could see taking Heechul out for dinner, a movie, a game. Doing stupid things, and having sex on every surface inside his apartment. Heechul would be demanding, and they’d talk, and fight, and make up. He’d watch other people lusting after Heechul’s body, and be the only one who got to touch it.
Heechul’s mouth, sucking at his Adam’s apple, undoing his pants. Stroking him, dry on dry in a way that made him gasp. And he fumbled, rocking his palm against Heechul’s cloth-covered erection until they were rubbing together, kissing, moaning. He was moaning. Heechul was all but pleading.
He was the one to surprise Heechul, standing, on his knees in front of the chair and pushing open Heechul’s thighs, and sucking until Heechul gasped for him to stop. Heechul’s softening cock against his fingers, and come in his mouth. Down his chin.
“I knew you were going to be a good one,” Heechul said at length, hair mussed by Hyukjae’s hands, and face flushed. Eyes bright, and - somehow, hungry.
Heechul didn’t get on his knees, but when he urged Hyukjae to his feet, holding Hyukjae’s hips, leaning forward put him in the perfect spot to swallow Hyukjae, nearly whole. His whole body tightening, rocking on his feet and remembering balance. Balance. Moaning, and cupping Heechul’s head, and wonder how he would ever get the image of Heechul’s mouth around him out of him. Ever. When he came, he had to hold onto the chair, breath exploding from him as he rocked into Heechul’s mouth. Heechul’s mouth was red, and wet, when he pulled away, and Hyukjae kissed him, sagging into him. Time, their job, where they were, he was lost to it.
Heechul ringed the muscles of his upper arm, considering him as they sat beside each other, pants still open. He didn’t know what to make of that look, whether he should be proud of what Heechul was feeling up or not.
“You touch one of those people out there, and that’s it for us.”
“I never would,” Hyukjae told him, acknowledging that warning and watched Heechul’s mouth curve. As though to say, of course you wouldn’t, not with me here.
And Hyukjae couldn’t argue with that.
***