making eyes at you // for qtdyo
Title: making eyes at you
Recipient: qtdyo
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,531 words
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): [click to open]almost sex ‘dry humping in a locker room’, annoying friends
Summary: Kyungsoo is only here to install some software, but Minseok is really kind of the hottest fitness trainer.
Author's Note: This was a mad dash to write, I really hope this is to your liking my dear recipient. Title from “i’m making eyes at you” by black kids.
Kyungsoo looks down at his lap and grimaces. He dropped the fries he was eating onto his lap, ketchup smearing all over his jeans. It's not like you can tell, he only ever wears black jeans, but he hates the sticky feeling seeping through the denim to his skin.
"What's wrong," Baekhyun pops his head around the cubicle, "you being a pissbaby again?"
"Shut up," Kyungsoo mutters under his breath, "I dropped ketchup on my clothes."
He nods, pursing his lips, "That sucks."
Baekhyun loses interest and goes back to sitting down in his cubicle with a huff. Kyungsoo returns his attention to eating and editing the program he's working on. It shouldn't take much longer. It's a simple program that's supposed to work as a database for a new gym that's opened up down the street.
He finishes in the next few hours, and he goes ahead and calls the gym. A man with a soft young sounding voice answers.
"Kim Bros Gym," He says, "This is Kim Joonmyun speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hi, this is Do Kyungsoo, I'm with the company setting that software up for you."
"Oh yes, is there something wrong or--"
"No, no," Kyungsoo flips through the paperwork on his desk, "I just finished up the program. You can either come pick it up by the end of the week, or we can come by and help you set it up."
"Ah, would you mind holding on for a second?" Joonmyun asks, "I just need to talk to my coworker to see what he thinks."
"Sure."
Kyungsoo hears a really smooth jazz song now when he's placed on hold. He's three minutes into the song when Joonmyun comes back onto the line.
"Hello? Is it alright if someone can bring it by during lunch time tomorrow?"
Kyungsoo glances at the mini calendar on his desk. There's nothing penciled in for that day so he agrees to come over. It's not that far anyway, and he doesn't have any work or clients until the next week. The man keeps saying he's really thankful before hanging up.
"So what was that?" Baekhyun this time walks into his cubicle and sits on the edge of his desk. Kyungsoo sends him the dirtiest look he can muster before closing out the window on his computer. He finalizes the software and prepares it for transferring.
"I'm going down to the gym tomorrow to install the software."
"Cool," Baekhyun says munching on the chips in his hand, "So like," He continues to chew while eating. Kyungsoo wonders how much trouble he would get into for kicking Baekhyun off of his desk. He doesn't think it'd be too much trouble, but he also doesn't want to hurt Baekhyun when he's not causing that much trouble. He's just being naturally irritating.
"What?" He tries not to snap.
"Nothing, god," Baekhyun pretends to be offended before wandering off. He's probably going to go annoy their boss next. Poor unassuming Yixing. Kyungsoo only feels a tiny bit sorry, but he relishes in the now quietness of his cubicle. Peace restored with Baekhyun finally gone.
The next day Kyungsoo gets to work on time, despite not having any actual work waiting for him. He decides to organize his computer and paperwork until lunch. Baekhyun isn't in the office for the day. He only works part time, the other few days he works as a voice coach. Kyungsoo is forever unsure how someone who can't or won't shut up can sing so well.
Fucked up is what it is.
Lunch time rolls around rather quick, and Kyungsoo finds he's antsy to get out of the office. He had ended up reading an online webcomic instead of organizing anything. He grabs his kimbap and heads out the door.
The walk to the gym is fairly quick. He slows down when he realizes how beautiful the weather is. Everything is lush green, and it smells clean, fresh. Kyungsoo loves spring, he loves the newness of everything when he steps outside. The sun is hidden by a few clouds, and it's slightly overcast, but still bright.
He finds the gym in a modern looking building, pushing his way inside the revolving doors, Kyungsoo smells chlorine. He spots the pool, a water aerobics class is in session, but most of the people seem to be senior citizens. He walks up to the reception desk where a man with dark brown hair is standing. He's kind of intimidating with his sleeveless shirt.
"Hi," He says looking up, a warm smile on his face. His shirt has a name tag on it that says Kim Jongin on it. He's actually not that scary.
"Hi, I'm Do Kyungsoo. I came to install the software? I'm from," he cringes every time he says it, "Unicorn Software."
This Kim Jongin smiles, tilting his head a little bit, "Right! If you head down that hallway," he says pointing behind Kyungsoo, "open the last door to the right. That's the office. Someone should be in there right now. If not, let me know so I can beat him up," he smiles when he says it.
Kyungsoo heads in that direction, admiring the nice minimalist decor of the gym. He passes by the pool, a small man is excitedly teaching the water aerobics class he had seen earlier. Kyungsoo thinks it kind of looks like fun, but it must really be the instructors enthusiasm. There's poppy music coming from a stereo that faintly trickles out of the pool area.
He passes by a few more doors, and a large glass window. This seems to be the workout room, because there are a few people lifting or on treadmills. Kyungsoo can't tell what a majority of the machines are actually. Most of them look like death traps. He shudders into his hoodie. He makes it to the last door, there's an 'employees only' sign, so he knocks first out of common courtesy.
"Come in," a voice says from inside. Kyungsoo easily turns the knob. It's a little cold inside the office, but it looks cozy with a small couch and two desks. The man sitting at one of the desks looks up from a stack of papers.
"Hi, are you from--"
"Yes!" Kyungsoo cuts him off, before he can say the company name. He really wishes Yixing had picked something else, its not like he's embarrassed it's just. Kyungsoo is still kind of miffed they hadn't gone with his name. Or whatever.
"Alright," he smiles, one side of his lip lifting higher than the other, "I'm Kim Minseok, I'm guessing you're Do Kyungsoo?"
"Yeah," He returns the smile, "So which computer are we installing this to?"Kyungsoo holds up the flash drive he carries around for when he travels.
"This one," Minseok says pushing out of his chair," if you don't mind me hovering--"
"That's fine," Kyungsoo assures. He watches Minseok carefully, the lines of his body well defined under his clothes. He's wearing a cut off shirt like Jongin is wearing. Except the arm holes go down a little further so that Kyungsoo catches a glimpse of a dusty pink nipple, well defined abdomen. He swallows at the sight looking away, he makes his way to the desk and sits down in the still warm chair. Minseok stands behind the chair, and Kyungsoo can feel his presence close by.
He's very, very, kind of deeply affected in a shallow sort of way.
Kyungsoo tries to collect his composure and gets to work. He softly narrates everything he does, and Minseok listens attentively. He asks questions beyond 'why', and Kyungsoo is mildly surprised.
"I was doing web design for a while," Minseok says, "It was really fun."
"How'd you end up owning a gym?" Kyungsoo asks curiously as he opens up the database.
"I danced for a while, with the guy up at the front. Jongin? Then the guy teaching the water aerobics class, Joonmyun, also decided to get in on it."
"I thought you guys were related--?" The question hangs a little bit awkwardly.
"Nah, just a coincidence that we have the same family name," he answers easily.
Kyungsoo figures he must get this question a lot, and he continues pointing out how to input data. Minseok has his hands on the sides of the desk; the chair Kyungsoo is in is backless so he can feel the other's torso hovering oh so slightly on his back. He tries not to shiver at the almost-contact. Shakes the need to lean back into the almost-touch.
He internally chastises himself for letting his mind wander onto something outside of work. Not professional at all. No, no.
Minseok straightens up when Kyungsoo announces that he's all finished, after he makes sure that Minseok understands how to use the program.
"Thanks," he grins, crossing his arms. It emphasizes his biceps, and Kyungsoo likes the light brown of his messy hair. His dark brown eyes are perfect almost shapes, and they're kind of pretty.
Actually, a lot pretty, but that's something he tries not to dwell on.
"Oh, here's the invoice," Kyungsoo hands him a sheet of paper with the costs, "thanks."
Minseok scans the paper and appears to be pleased with the price, "Let me give you something," he says going back over to his desk. Kyungsoo watches the clock on the wall.
"Here," Minseok returns with a card, "you can bring your friends any time, I usually teach a boot camp sort of class in the evenings. We do warm ups and some cardio, it's fun."
"Uh," Kyungsoo looks down at the card. It has a cute little dog in the corner. "Thank you, I'll ask my coworkers."
"I really do hope to see you," Minseok says when he shows him out the door. He brushes against Kyungsoo when he holds the door open as if intentional. The latter lets himself shiver this time.
Kyungsoo takes his time going back to the office. There isn't a single cloud in the sky now. He gets to the office and sees Yixing wandering around with a cup of coffee.
"You're back!" Yixing excitedly says, "how'd it go?" Yixing always does this thing where he likes to 'evaluate' how a job goes if any of the employees have to head out. Kyungsoo doesn't mind too much, it gives him a chance to see if he should improve on anything. Yixing only asks him a few basic questions before Kyungsoo shows him the gym card.
"Let's go," he says looking at the card, "We can take Baekhyun with us next week."
"But I don't--" Kyungsoo wants to see Minseok again, but he doesn't find the idea of working out very appealing. If anything, he finds the idea a bit dreadful. Sweating, and--he also thinks about Minseok's lithe body stretching. He agrees to go.
Kyungsoo thinks if maybe he can feign a problem with the program he gave Minseok as an excuse to see him again that way.
But that's bullshit, because he can't lie like that. He also refuses to pretend like there's anything wrong with his program. Too much pride. So he agrees to go with Yixing the next week, and they even text Baekhyun to invite him. Much to Kyungsoo's chagrin, he agrees to go too.
They go to the gym after work on a slow Tuesday night. Kyungsoo brings a duffle bag with sneakers and some workout clothes inside. They check in with Joonmyun who's in charge of reception that evening. He's just as friendly as he was on the phone, and Baekhyun eyes him like a hawk. Kyungsoo thinks Joonmyun looks too smart to fall into Baek's trap so he doesn't worry. He's also wearing a ring, so maybe he's engaged, not like it would stop his friend but still. The three of them head to the locker room and quickly make their way to where Minseok teaches his class.
The room's dimly lit, so it's comfortable on the eyes, and the wood floor is a light sable color that reminds Kyungsoo of the one in his apartment, but this one isn't an imitation wood. The back wall is a large paneled mirror, and there are already a few people there. It's mostly people around their age, and most of them happen to be women.
"Is he hot?" Baekhyun asks from where he's sitting. They had followed everyone else's lead and taken individual mats to also sit on.
"Who?" Kyungsoo asks, retying his black nikes.
"This fitness trainer, Minseok or whatever."
"Um," Kyungsoo doesn't get a chance to answer because Minseok walks in right then. He's dressed more or less the same as last time. His shirt is a brownish gray color, taupe, the cut outs go further down and in this time. He should might as well not even be wearing a shirt for what its worth. Kyungsoo tries to not look at Minseok's really thin shorts.
"Hey!" He bounces slightly in Kyungsoo's direction.
"Hi Minseok," He says, showing that he's remembered the elder's name. "I brought my friends if that's okay."
"Of course," he smiles at the others, "its nice to meet you guys."
Yixing and Baekhyun introduce themselves, and Kyungsoo swears he sees the line of drool falling from both of their mouths.
"I like that even your workout clothes are black," Minseok comments turning his attention back to Kyungsoo. His friends seem to be too starstruck (lovestruck) to hold a conversation properly at the moment.
"Oh," Kyungsoo can hear Yixing shushing Baekhyun, "Yeah. I just really like black. I guess."
Minseok looks at him closely before standing back up. "I think it suits you," he says winking before walking to the front of the room.
Kyungsoo hasn't even started working out, but it seems like his heart has already gotten a head start. His head is really fuzzy.
Minseok begins the class with stretching to warm their muscles up before easing them into a few exercises. By the time Kyungsoo is on his second round of leg lifts he forgets how nervous he is. There's music playing in the background to accompany the workout routine they're being lead through. It perfectly matches whatever set of exercises they're doing. By the time that Minseok is winding them down, Kyungsoo feels the music rolling through his muscles. They're instructed to lie down and even their breathing out. Kyungsoo has never felt this good.
"Well," Yixing says rolling to his side when they're finished, "I feel thoroughly fucked."
"I feel like someone ran me over then like--"Baekhyun mumbles, "yeah, same actually."
Kyungsoo closes his eyes, "You guys go on ahead, I'll be up in a minute."
They ask if he's sure before leaving for the showers, Kyungsoo mumbles for them to just go. Everyone trickles out and Kyungsoo realizes he's the only one there. He feels a little lightheaded when he finally does stand up, but he makes sure to down a water bottle before going to shower in the locker room. Yixing and Baekhyun end up making plans to get food, but Kyungsoo declines their offer to join. He just wants to shower and sleep.
Minseok walks in with a towel around his neck. "Kyungsoo?" He asks surprised.
"Hey," Kyungsoo says, he's in the middle of taking his t-shirt off. He doesn't really register his nakedness until Minseok makes a point of looking at his chest. It's kind of too late to pull it back on.
"I thought you had left with your friends?" He opens one of the lockers and pulls out a bag. This was the last class of the night and it makes sense he's also getting ready to leave.
"No, I didn't want to get up," he laughs, "I didn't expect to feel this thoroughly," he pauses, "excuse my language, but fucked." He's directly quoting Yixing.
Minseok laughs slightly, looking down so that his hair falls a little into his eyes. Kyungsoo swallows.
"Yeah, a lot of people usually feel that way when they first come."
"A fair warning would've been nice," Kyungsoo jokes.
"Can I make it up to you?" Minseok suddenly asks too shy, too quiet. This is not what he was expecting at all.
"I--uh, sure yeah," Kyungsoo says, "yes."
"Cool," Minseok looks at him, a half smile on his face. His gums are really pink. They go to shower separately and Kyungsoo smiles to himself when he hears snatches of Minseok singing. His voice is really light, and it makes Kyungsoo that much more intrigued by him.
That much more attracted actually. He lets the steam of the water wash over his skin.
"So where you headed?" Minseok is already half dressed, wet hair sticking up when Kyungsoo reenters the locker room. He still doesn't have a shirt on. Kyungsoo finds it highly distressing when he only has a towel wrapped around his waist. He's wearing underwear, but still. Very bad.
"Home," he says, "you?"
"Food," Minseok replies, "I'm starving." He's pouting, and Kyungsoo can't stop the giggle that comes out.
"What?"
"You're kind of cute," Kyungsoo admits.
But, oh, shit.
"You think I'm cute?" His eyes twinkle with amusement.
"Yeah, sure, you know," Kyungsoo pulls his jeans on, but when he looks up, Minseok is a lot closer than he was a second ago. He smells like pine, and Kyungsoo has never smelled anything so enticing, so good before.
"Good," Minseok is the same height as him so if he just steps a little closer. If only he presses in a little further.
Kyungsoo closes the space, dropping his voice. Liquid adrenaline pulsing through his veins, "Yeah?"
Minseok noses right under his ear, "I think you're really cute, couldn't take my eyes off you all night," he whispers.
Minseok is dangerous, intoxicating with how he brushes his lips just oh so softly on the skin right under Kyungsoo's ear, right along his jawline. Kyungsoo is too tired, too worn out to draw this out tonight, but he's lying if he says no, and his growing erection is any indication of that. He knows, he knows.
"You're good at this," Kyungsoo keens stepping closer, "but I'm too tired to play." He states matter of fact before turning his head to meet Minseok's lips. He's surprised, but quickly brings his hands up to finger through Kyungsoo's wet hair. His touches are whisper soft, full of intent, but he submits to Kyungsoo's insistent tongue in not time. He pulls Minseok closer by the nape of his neck.
"I really like you," Minseok says when they're gasping for air, "thanks for the preview," he teases slotting a toned thigh between Kyungsoo's own denim clad ones.
"You too," Kyungsoo agrees, "tease me next time though, yeah?" He grinds down, pressing his groin against Minseok's own hard-on.
They continue to kiss, too much enthusiasm, and Minseok only hints at what he's capable of. He seems to want to tease, but when he's sucking along the pale column of Kyungsoo's neck he curses. Kyungsoo's hand presses on his lower abdomen. He's good at this too.
"Can I make you come?" Minseok says against his red blooming skin, "please?"
"As if I would say no," Kyungsoo pants against his mouth. Minseok is so much more than Kyungsoo had expected. A completely different person than he'd thought. He is nearing perfection by the minute. He backs Kyungsoo up against the lockers, metal biting into his skin, but he couldn't care less. Not with the enticing taste of Minseok's wet pliant mouth, the way his hips undulate against his. It's almost too painful, the denim against his erection. The dry feeling of cloth against his too sensitive cock. But it feels so damn delicious too. The pleasure pain is nearing it's peak and Kyungsoo comes in no time. It's warm and kind of gross in his jeans, but Minseok dips his hand inside Kyungsoo's boxers briefly. His fingers are covered in white when he brings them against his lips, pink tongue swiping at his fingers.
Kyungsoo's eyes are glazed over, and if he wasn't so tired--he'd ask Minseok to fuck him into the dirty floor. He doesn't care at this point.
"Just a taste test," Minseok says demurely behind the hair falling into his eyes.
"Please," Kyungsoo practically moans, grabbing Minseok's hips. He rubs him through his shorts, watching his head fall back. Kyungsoo can't help but lean forward and bite at his adam's apple when Minseok stutters into his own orgasm. He watches the dark spot spread through his shorts. His limbs are heavy against Kyungsoo, but he does his best to help Minseok stand up.
"I'd invite you for a shower," Minseok finally speaks, "but I want to sleep."
"Me too," Kyungsoo laughs, pecking Minseok's mouth.
"Do you like early breakfast?" Minseok busies himself with changing shorts. Kyungsoo will unfortunately have to brave the subway with come stained clothes. At least his jeans are black. Thankfully the red mark on his neck is fading.
"Depends, why?"
"Let's meet up before work?"
Kyungsoo smiles, "Sure."
Recipient: qtdyo
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,531 words
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): [click to open]almost sex ‘dry humping in a locker room’, annoying friends
Summary: Kyungsoo is only here to install some software, but Minseok is really kind of the hottest fitness trainer.
Author's Note: This was a mad dash to write, I really hope this is to your liking my dear recipient. Title from “i’m making eyes at you” by black kids.
Kyungsoo looks down at his lap and grimaces. He dropped the fries he was eating onto his lap, ketchup smearing all over his jeans. It's not like you can tell, he only ever wears black jeans, but he hates the sticky feeling seeping through the denim to his skin.
"What's wrong," Baekhyun pops his head around the cubicle, "you being a pissbaby again?"
"Shut up," Kyungsoo mutters under his breath, "I dropped ketchup on my clothes."
He nods, pursing his lips, "That sucks."
Baekhyun loses interest and goes back to sitting down in his cubicle with a huff. Kyungsoo returns his attention to eating and editing the program he's working on. It shouldn't take much longer. It's a simple program that's supposed to work as a database for a new gym that's opened up down the street.
He finishes in the next few hours, and he goes ahead and calls the gym. A man with a soft young sounding voice answers.
"Kim Bros Gym," He says, "This is Kim Joonmyun speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hi, this is Do Kyungsoo, I'm with the company setting that software up for you."
"Oh yes, is there something wrong or--"
"No, no," Kyungsoo flips through the paperwork on his desk, "I just finished up the program. You can either come pick it up by the end of the week, or we can come by and help you set it up."
"Ah, would you mind holding on for a second?" Joonmyun asks, "I just need to talk to my coworker to see what he thinks."
"Sure."
Kyungsoo hears a really smooth jazz song now when he's placed on hold. He's three minutes into the song when Joonmyun comes back onto the line.
"Hello? Is it alright if someone can bring it by during lunch time tomorrow?"
Kyungsoo glances at the mini calendar on his desk. There's nothing penciled in for that day so he agrees to come over. It's not that far anyway, and he doesn't have any work or clients until the next week. The man keeps saying he's really thankful before hanging up.
"So what was that?" Baekhyun this time walks into his cubicle and sits on the edge of his desk. Kyungsoo sends him the dirtiest look he can muster before closing out the window on his computer. He finalizes the software and prepares it for transferring.
"I'm going down to the gym tomorrow to install the software."
"Cool," Baekhyun says munching on the chips in his hand, "So like," He continues to chew while eating. Kyungsoo wonders how much trouble he would get into for kicking Baekhyun off of his desk. He doesn't think it'd be too much trouble, but he also doesn't want to hurt Baekhyun when he's not causing that much trouble. He's just being naturally irritating.
"What?" He tries not to snap.
"Nothing, god," Baekhyun pretends to be offended before wandering off. He's probably going to go annoy their boss next. Poor unassuming Yixing. Kyungsoo only feels a tiny bit sorry, but he relishes in the now quietness of his cubicle. Peace restored with Baekhyun finally gone.
The next day Kyungsoo gets to work on time, despite not having any actual work waiting for him. He decides to organize his computer and paperwork until lunch. Baekhyun isn't in the office for the day. He only works part time, the other few days he works as a voice coach. Kyungsoo is forever unsure how someone who can't or won't shut up can sing so well.
Fucked up is what it is.
Lunch time rolls around rather quick, and Kyungsoo finds he's antsy to get out of the office. He had ended up reading an online webcomic instead of organizing anything. He grabs his kimbap and heads out the door.
The walk to the gym is fairly quick. He slows down when he realizes how beautiful the weather is. Everything is lush green, and it smells clean, fresh. Kyungsoo loves spring, he loves the newness of everything when he steps outside. The sun is hidden by a few clouds, and it's slightly overcast, but still bright.
He finds the gym in a modern looking building, pushing his way inside the revolving doors, Kyungsoo smells chlorine. He spots the pool, a water aerobics class is in session, but most of the people seem to be senior citizens. He walks up to the reception desk where a man with dark brown hair is standing. He's kind of intimidating with his sleeveless shirt.
"Hi," He says looking up, a warm smile on his face. His shirt has a name tag on it that says Kim Jongin on it. He's actually not that scary.
"Hi, I'm Do Kyungsoo. I came to install the software? I'm from," he cringes every time he says it, "Unicorn Software."
This Kim Jongin smiles, tilting his head a little bit, "Right! If you head down that hallway," he says pointing behind Kyungsoo, "open the last door to the right. That's the office. Someone should be in there right now. If not, let me know so I can beat him up," he smiles when he says it.
Kyungsoo heads in that direction, admiring the nice minimalist decor of the gym. He passes by the pool, a small man is excitedly teaching the water aerobics class he had seen earlier. Kyungsoo thinks it kind of looks like fun, but it must really be the instructors enthusiasm. There's poppy music coming from a stereo that faintly trickles out of the pool area.
He passes by a few more doors, and a large glass window. This seems to be the workout room, because there are a few people lifting or on treadmills. Kyungsoo can't tell what a majority of the machines are actually. Most of them look like death traps. He shudders into his hoodie. He makes it to the last door, there's an 'employees only' sign, so he knocks first out of common courtesy.
"Come in," a voice says from inside. Kyungsoo easily turns the knob. It's a little cold inside the office, but it looks cozy with a small couch and two desks. The man sitting at one of the desks looks up from a stack of papers.
"Hi, are you from--"
"Yes!" Kyungsoo cuts him off, before he can say the company name. He really wishes Yixing had picked something else, its not like he's embarrassed it's just. Kyungsoo is still kind of miffed they hadn't gone with his name. Or whatever.
"Alright," he smiles, one side of his lip lifting higher than the other, "I'm Kim Minseok, I'm guessing you're Do Kyungsoo?"
"Yeah," He returns the smile, "So which computer are we installing this to?"Kyungsoo holds up the flash drive he carries around for when he travels.
"This one," Minseok says pushing out of his chair," if you don't mind me hovering--"
"That's fine," Kyungsoo assures. He watches Minseok carefully, the lines of his body well defined under his clothes. He's wearing a cut off shirt like Jongin is wearing. Except the arm holes go down a little further so that Kyungsoo catches a glimpse of a dusty pink nipple, well defined abdomen. He swallows at the sight looking away, he makes his way to the desk and sits down in the still warm chair. Minseok stands behind the chair, and Kyungsoo can feel his presence close by.
He's very, very, kind of deeply affected in a shallow sort of way.
Kyungsoo tries to collect his composure and gets to work. He softly narrates everything he does, and Minseok listens attentively. He asks questions beyond 'why', and Kyungsoo is mildly surprised.
"I was doing web design for a while," Minseok says, "It was really fun."
"How'd you end up owning a gym?" Kyungsoo asks curiously as he opens up the database.
"I danced for a while, with the guy up at the front. Jongin? Then the guy teaching the water aerobics class, Joonmyun, also decided to get in on it."
"I thought you guys were related--?" The question hangs a little bit awkwardly.
"Nah, just a coincidence that we have the same family name," he answers easily.
Kyungsoo figures he must get this question a lot, and he continues pointing out how to input data. Minseok has his hands on the sides of the desk; the chair Kyungsoo is in is backless so he can feel the other's torso hovering oh so slightly on his back. He tries not to shiver at the almost-contact. Shakes the need to lean back into the almost-touch.
He internally chastises himself for letting his mind wander onto something outside of work. Not professional at all. No, no.
Minseok straightens up when Kyungsoo announces that he's all finished, after he makes sure that Minseok understands how to use the program.
"Thanks," he grins, crossing his arms. It emphasizes his biceps, and Kyungsoo likes the light brown of his messy hair. His dark brown eyes are perfect almost shapes, and they're kind of pretty.
Actually, a lot pretty, but that's something he tries not to dwell on.
"Oh, here's the invoice," Kyungsoo hands him a sheet of paper with the costs, "thanks."
Minseok scans the paper and appears to be pleased with the price, "Let me give you something," he says going back over to his desk. Kyungsoo watches the clock on the wall.
"Here," Minseok returns with a card, "you can bring your friends any time, I usually teach a boot camp sort of class in the evenings. We do warm ups and some cardio, it's fun."
"Uh," Kyungsoo looks down at the card. It has a cute little dog in the corner. "Thank you, I'll ask my coworkers."
"I really do hope to see you," Minseok says when he shows him out the door. He brushes against Kyungsoo when he holds the door open as if intentional. The latter lets himself shiver this time.
Kyungsoo takes his time going back to the office. There isn't a single cloud in the sky now. He gets to the office and sees Yixing wandering around with a cup of coffee.
"You're back!" Yixing excitedly says, "how'd it go?" Yixing always does this thing where he likes to 'evaluate' how a job goes if any of the employees have to head out. Kyungsoo doesn't mind too much, it gives him a chance to see if he should improve on anything. Yixing only asks him a few basic questions before Kyungsoo shows him the gym card.
"Let's go," he says looking at the card, "We can take Baekhyun with us next week."
"But I don't--" Kyungsoo wants to see Minseok again, but he doesn't find the idea of working out very appealing. If anything, he finds the idea a bit dreadful. Sweating, and--he also thinks about Minseok's lithe body stretching. He agrees to go.
Kyungsoo thinks if maybe he can feign a problem with the program he gave Minseok as an excuse to see him again that way.
But that's bullshit, because he can't lie like that. He also refuses to pretend like there's anything wrong with his program. Too much pride. So he agrees to go with Yixing the next week, and they even text Baekhyun to invite him. Much to Kyungsoo's chagrin, he agrees to go too.
They go to the gym after work on a slow Tuesday night. Kyungsoo brings a duffle bag with sneakers and some workout clothes inside. They check in with Joonmyun who's in charge of reception that evening. He's just as friendly as he was on the phone, and Baekhyun eyes him like a hawk. Kyungsoo thinks Joonmyun looks too smart to fall into Baek's trap so he doesn't worry. He's also wearing a ring, so maybe he's engaged, not like it would stop his friend but still. The three of them head to the locker room and quickly make their way to where Minseok teaches his class.
The room's dimly lit, so it's comfortable on the eyes, and the wood floor is a light sable color that reminds Kyungsoo of the one in his apartment, but this one isn't an imitation wood. The back wall is a large paneled mirror, and there are already a few people there. It's mostly people around their age, and most of them happen to be women.
"Is he hot?" Baekhyun asks from where he's sitting. They had followed everyone else's lead and taken individual mats to also sit on.
"Who?" Kyungsoo asks, retying his black nikes.
"This fitness trainer, Minseok or whatever."
"Um," Kyungsoo doesn't get a chance to answer because Minseok walks in right then. He's dressed more or less the same as last time. His shirt is a brownish gray color, taupe, the cut outs go further down and in this time. He should might as well not even be wearing a shirt for what its worth. Kyungsoo tries to not look at Minseok's really thin shorts.
"Hey!" He bounces slightly in Kyungsoo's direction.
"Hi Minseok," He says, showing that he's remembered the elder's name. "I brought my friends if that's okay."
"Of course," he smiles at the others, "its nice to meet you guys."
Yixing and Baekhyun introduce themselves, and Kyungsoo swears he sees the line of drool falling from both of their mouths.
"I like that even your workout clothes are black," Minseok comments turning his attention back to Kyungsoo. His friends seem to be too starstruck (lovestruck) to hold a conversation properly at the moment.
"Oh," Kyungsoo can hear Yixing shushing Baekhyun, "Yeah. I just really like black. I guess."
Minseok looks at him closely before standing back up. "I think it suits you," he says winking before walking to the front of the room.
Kyungsoo hasn't even started working out, but it seems like his heart has already gotten a head start. His head is really fuzzy.
Minseok begins the class with stretching to warm their muscles up before easing them into a few exercises. By the time Kyungsoo is on his second round of leg lifts he forgets how nervous he is. There's music playing in the background to accompany the workout routine they're being lead through. It perfectly matches whatever set of exercises they're doing. By the time that Minseok is winding them down, Kyungsoo feels the music rolling through his muscles. They're instructed to lie down and even their breathing out. Kyungsoo has never felt this good.
"Well," Yixing says rolling to his side when they're finished, "I feel thoroughly fucked."
"I feel like someone ran me over then like--"Baekhyun mumbles, "yeah, same actually."
Kyungsoo closes his eyes, "You guys go on ahead, I'll be up in a minute."
They ask if he's sure before leaving for the showers, Kyungsoo mumbles for them to just go. Everyone trickles out and Kyungsoo realizes he's the only one there. He feels a little lightheaded when he finally does stand up, but he makes sure to down a water bottle before going to shower in the locker room. Yixing and Baekhyun end up making plans to get food, but Kyungsoo declines their offer to join. He just wants to shower and sleep.
Minseok walks in with a towel around his neck. "Kyungsoo?" He asks surprised.
"Hey," Kyungsoo says, he's in the middle of taking his t-shirt off. He doesn't really register his nakedness until Minseok makes a point of looking at his chest. It's kind of too late to pull it back on.
"I thought you had left with your friends?" He opens one of the lockers and pulls out a bag. This was the last class of the night and it makes sense he's also getting ready to leave.
"No, I didn't want to get up," he laughs, "I didn't expect to feel this thoroughly," he pauses, "excuse my language, but fucked." He's directly quoting Yixing.
Minseok laughs slightly, looking down so that his hair falls a little into his eyes. Kyungsoo swallows.
"Yeah, a lot of people usually feel that way when they first come."
"A fair warning would've been nice," Kyungsoo jokes.
"Can I make it up to you?" Minseok suddenly asks too shy, too quiet. This is not what he was expecting at all.
"I--uh, sure yeah," Kyungsoo says, "yes."
"Cool," Minseok looks at him, a half smile on his face. His gums are really pink. They go to shower separately and Kyungsoo smiles to himself when he hears snatches of Minseok singing. His voice is really light, and it makes Kyungsoo that much more intrigued by him.
That much more attracted actually. He lets the steam of the water wash over his skin.
"So where you headed?" Minseok is already half dressed, wet hair sticking up when Kyungsoo reenters the locker room. He still doesn't have a shirt on. Kyungsoo finds it highly distressing when he only has a towel wrapped around his waist. He's wearing underwear, but still. Very bad.
"Home," he says, "you?"
"Food," Minseok replies, "I'm starving." He's pouting, and Kyungsoo can't stop the giggle that comes out.
"What?"
"You're kind of cute," Kyungsoo admits.
But, oh, shit.
"You think I'm cute?" His eyes twinkle with amusement.
"Yeah, sure, you know," Kyungsoo pulls his jeans on, but when he looks up, Minseok is a lot closer than he was a second ago. He smells like pine, and Kyungsoo has never smelled anything so enticing, so good before.
"Good," Minseok is the same height as him so if he just steps a little closer. If only he presses in a little further.
Kyungsoo closes the space, dropping his voice. Liquid adrenaline pulsing through his veins, "Yeah?"
Minseok noses right under his ear, "I think you're really cute, couldn't take my eyes off you all night," he whispers.
Minseok is dangerous, intoxicating with how he brushes his lips just oh so softly on the skin right under Kyungsoo's ear, right along his jawline. Kyungsoo is too tired, too worn out to draw this out tonight, but he's lying if he says no, and his growing erection is any indication of that. He knows, he knows.
"You're good at this," Kyungsoo keens stepping closer, "but I'm too tired to play." He states matter of fact before turning his head to meet Minseok's lips. He's surprised, but quickly brings his hands up to finger through Kyungsoo's wet hair. His touches are whisper soft, full of intent, but he submits to Kyungsoo's insistent tongue in not time. He pulls Minseok closer by the nape of his neck.
"I really like you," Minseok says when they're gasping for air, "thanks for the preview," he teases slotting a toned thigh between Kyungsoo's own denim clad ones.
"You too," Kyungsoo agrees, "tease me next time though, yeah?" He grinds down, pressing his groin against Minseok's own hard-on.
They continue to kiss, too much enthusiasm, and Minseok only hints at what he's capable of. He seems to want to tease, but when he's sucking along the pale column of Kyungsoo's neck he curses. Kyungsoo's hand presses on his lower abdomen. He's good at this too.
"Can I make you come?" Minseok says against his red blooming skin, "please?"
"As if I would say no," Kyungsoo pants against his mouth. Minseok is so much more than Kyungsoo had expected. A completely different person than he'd thought. He is nearing perfection by the minute. He backs Kyungsoo up against the lockers, metal biting into his skin, but he couldn't care less. Not with the enticing taste of Minseok's wet pliant mouth, the way his hips undulate against his. It's almost too painful, the denim against his erection. The dry feeling of cloth against his too sensitive cock. But it feels so damn delicious too. The pleasure pain is nearing it's peak and Kyungsoo comes in no time. It's warm and kind of gross in his jeans, but Minseok dips his hand inside Kyungsoo's boxers briefly. His fingers are covered in white when he brings them against his lips, pink tongue swiping at his fingers.
Kyungsoo's eyes are glazed over, and if he wasn't so tired--he'd ask Minseok to fuck him into the dirty floor. He doesn't care at this point.
"Just a taste test," Minseok says demurely behind the hair falling into his eyes.
"Please," Kyungsoo practically moans, grabbing Minseok's hips. He rubs him through his shorts, watching his head fall back. Kyungsoo can't help but lean forward and bite at his adam's apple when Minseok stutters into his own orgasm. He watches the dark spot spread through his shorts. His limbs are heavy against Kyungsoo, but he does his best to help Minseok stand up.
"I'd invite you for a shower," Minseok finally speaks, "but I want to sleep."
"Me too," Kyungsoo laughs, pecking Minseok's mouth.
"Do you like early breakfast?" Minseok busies himself with changing shorts. Kyungsoo will unfortunately have to brave the subway with come stained clothes. At least his jeans are black. Thankfully the red mark on his neck is fading.
"Depends, why?"
"Let's meet up before work?"
Kyungsoo smiles, "Sure."