[Fic] Black Satin - 14/14
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coley_merrinTitle: Black Satin
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: R
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Genre: AU, Romance
Warning: crossdressing
Summary: Out of work, Kyuhyun's last ditch effort lands him a curious roommate - and a job he never expected.
Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three * Chapter Four * Chapter Five * Chapter Six * Chapter Seven * Chapter Eight * Chapter Nine * Chapter Ten * Chapter Eleven * Chapter Twelve * Chapter Thirteen * Chapter Fourteen
***
There were wolf whistles when they walked into Satin for the first time together after officially starting dating. Everyone knew, since the end of the betting pool would’ve made someone get a little richer. He wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d let some of the customers in on it.
“No wonder he came to your rescue, Zhou Mi!” one of them called.
“You should see when he comes to my rescue,” Kyuhyun said, patting Zhou Mi’s stomach. “He’s a beast.”
Everyone laughed, but he was the one who heard Zhou Mi’s playful almost-half-snarl in his ear as he was grabbed up against Zhou Mi’s chest.
“Hey now, cuddling in the back is strictly prohibited,” their boss joked. “Unless there’s compensation.”
Everyone went back to what they had been doing, and Kyuhyun arranged himself in the makeup chair.
“Make me pretty,” he said, all brat.
He was pretty sure that was why that Zhou Mi drew a couple of dark lines above his eyebrows that made him look like he was scowling.
“Depends on how many people you want me to scare away,” he said after he’d gotten his laugh out about it.
Zhou Mi smoothed the lines away. “Everyone who’s not me,” he said lightly.
“You’ve done that already.”
Zhou Mi smiled, and he thought he saw a little bit of smugness in that as he turned to take care of his own lipstick while Zhou Mi got started on himself.
Getting dressed, having Zhou Mi pick out clothes, had a different feel to it. Or maybe, it was a feeling he’d had before and just buried. The way that Zhou Mi looked at him as he considered clothes, helping him to adjust straps and fake boobs, and the like. It wasn’t like Zhou Mi hadn’t seen his chest before, but it was so very different. The shadows in Zhou Mi’s eyes as he gripped Kyuhyun’s sides, the way he took a lazy path up Kyuhyun’s face.
“All this could be yours, huh?” he quipped, sticking out his chest a little more.
They were both in full makeup, so it wasn’t like they had many options. And having a bra in between them kind of was a damper on things. It didn’t keep Zhou Mi from kissing him before throwing a slip at Kyuhyun’s head.
“I’ll come out in a little bit, so it’s less distracting,” Zhou Mi whispered to him as they stood near the door going to the front. “Give you a chance to start talking so people aren’t pestering us.”
He flashed Zhou Mi a little “V” and got a chuckle in return. He saw Satin with new eyes, now that he knew that he was only going to be there for a limited amount of time. The sound of cups shuffling on tables, quiet conversation and laughter. Soothing music, singing tonight, being piped all over the room. The quiet din of a television, and the bartender wiping down his counter. The person running the floor directed him to a man who was seated in a booth, and he sat down cautiously, adjusting his skirt.
“Good evening,” he said, smiling, and getting a smile in return.
***
Zhou Mi somehow convinced him that sitting next to him on the couch while he caught up on his dramas was a good idea, so he braved the shaking seats and got tucked against Zhou Mi’s side. At least until the drowsies started. His head started bobbing all over, finally going toward Zhou Mi’s shoulder. A gentle kiss was pressed beside his eye.
“Tired, Kui Xian?”
“M’okay,” he murmured. Very okay, and enjoying the kisses being pressed to his face.
“Maybe we should sleep. I’ll finish watching this tomorrow.”
He wasn’t tired by the time he had showered, or when he had invaded the bathroom looking for his toothbrush. He hadn’t really forgotten to brush his teeth on purpose, but he watched a water droplet slide down Zhou Mi’s back and certainly wasn’t sad about it. His eyes snapped up when the water disappeared into the waistband of Zhou Mi’s underwear, and realized that Zhou Mi was watching him in the mirror.
Was his mouth dry or was he drooling? Or both?
“Brushing my teeth,” he blurted. And a whole lot more.
It wasn’t like it was hard to see as Zhou Mi finished drying, pulling a lamentable shirt over all that skin. He followed behind Zhou Mi into the bedroom, snuggling into their freshly laundered sheets, feeling the bed dip where Zhou Mi was setting aside his cell phone and watch. If he just kept Zhou Mi’s wet back out of his head, he’d be okay, but then thinking of Zhou Mi’s eyes when he’d looked at him in Satin, and the way they’d touched.
“Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi whispered, a heck of a lot closer than he’d been before.
His trigger was faster than he thought, at the moan that escaped him as something brushed against his ear. Zhou Mi’s nose, he realized, feeling the warmth of an exhale against his neck. He was trying to get an exhale out of his own, struggling to draw in a breath that wasn’t some kind of plea.
“You okay, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asked.
His chuckle was almost noiseless and stuttered. “You surprised me.”
“In a good way?”
He didn’t even know what to think of the question, when Zhou Mi’s fingers slid beneath his shirt and onto his stomach. His dancing stomach. He swallowed hard, feeling his hearing go hollow as his heart took off. He was going to pass out from Zhou Mi’s hand on his stomach?
“You can’t hide anything from me anymore,” Zhou Mi murmured. “I saw you… Kui Xian. Looking at me.”
His body relaxed, trailing his lips down Zhou Mi’s cheek. “I saw you…Zhou Mi. Looking at me, too.”
They pressed into the kiss together, sensual, a feast to him. Smelling the goop that Zhou Mi had put on his face, feeling the skin of his back beneath his hands, the warmth of his mouth. The taste of him. A little minty, but under it, ever so distinctive, Zhou Mi. He wasn’t sure what it was about it that turned him on, Not just that it was Zhou Mi, but something more. And he wasn’t complaining a bit.
Zhou Mi’s thigh slid between his, and he moaned against Zhou Mi’s mouth, rocking against him almost before thought.
“Wanting you wasn’t a euphemism,” he got out, after having to swallow several times in order to allow his brain to clear.
It helped that the man was dead sexy, having to blow out careful breaths as he massaged Kyuhyun’s back almost too low for decency.
“Kui Xian, I don’t think I want to hold back.”
“Don’t…you dare,” he said, and bolted forward. His thigh over Zhou Mi’s hip, hips rocking together as they whimpered in unison.
“Too many clothes,” Zhou Mi gasped.
“Am I going to make it till the clothes come off?” he wondered out loud.
“You can. You can,” Zhou Mi panted, kissing him, a gigantic furnace as he rolled on top of him. Yanking at both his own shirt and Zhou Mi’s, wriggling and shoving at pants. It’d been a freaking long time, but he wasn’t worried about that. Clearly, by the way he was all but clinging to Zhou Mi like a monkey, both legs around his hips, sucking at his neck as Zhou Mi struggled with something.
“Please tell me that’s what I think is,” he huffed into Zhou Mi’s ear. “And then I’m going to mock you because you kept it on my side of the bed.”
“AH!” Zhou Mi exclaimed as the lid of the lube container came off. “You can’t mock me, because it’s on both sides of the bed.”
He laughed, kissing Zhou Mi hard. “A man who’s prepared. I like it. My eyes would’ve popped out of my head if I’d found that a few weeks ago.”
“It wasn’t on this side of the bed a few weeks ago,” Zhou Mi said, his voice dark and silky. It made him shudder.
“Then I like it even more.”
Zhou Mi sucked in his cheeks, eyes darting around Kyuhyun’s face. “You’re all right? You want it like this?”
“You know me. I’ll let you know if I don’t.” He pulled Zhou Mi down by his ears, whispering dirty things to him that let him know just how okay Kyuhyun was with it. He’d had it both ways. He’d liked it both ways. But right then he had Zhou Mi on top of him, angles, planes, need. And he needed Zhou Mi inside him, no matter what. “C’mon.”
Slick, cool, even with the heat of Zhou Mi’s fingers. Almost a tickle, and he had to remember to breathe. Getting relaxed by passing out was not in his to-do list. There was a much better way of doing that. Zhou Mi mewled against his jaw as Kyuhyun’s thighs widened to admit him, lifting to help, bodies melding without too many stops and starts. It was good, because it allowed him to rein in his urges, so that he didn’t disgrace himself utterly. As it was he had to keep from laughing. It wasn’t funny, it felt good. But they’d had to slog, and fight, and agonize over every step that got them to that moment. Finally something was going right.
No one learned to walk on their first try, there were adjustments. But he was turned on enough not to care. Torn between Zhou Mi’s mouth or nibbling his ear, or simply losing all rational thought as Zhou Mi’s fist worked against him, quick, grip varying enough to drive him wild.
At least until Zhou Mi lost control, back arching as he moaned into Kyuhyun’s neck. He squeezed at Zhou Mi’s shoulders, his eyes rolling a little at the gentle squeezes of Zhou Mi’s hand as Zhou Mi panted and luxuriated. He didn’t want to cut that short. But that tiny bit of contact, that almost imperceptible movement when he was right there on the edge was maddening. So good so far, and so close.
Zhou Mi hefted himself further up onto his elbow, staring down at Kyuhyun’s face. He looked dreamy, satisfied. And he just barely kept himself from jerking his hips up into Zhou Mi’s hand.
“Sorry, Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi rasped. “I want to… I want to see you.”
He gasped, frozen, half blind, as Zhou Mi’s hand began to move. Maybe he was moaning, or maybe… Zhou Mi was kissing him, and he moved into it desperately, the warmth of that mouth just what he needed. But he couldn’t breathe Zhou Mi. He turned his head away as heat infused him. Grabbing at Zhou Mi’s neck as the pleasure threatened to overtake him, meeting Zhou Mi’s eyes for only a fraction of a second before he crashed back down, the moan searing through him.
Zhou Mi pressed soft kisses to his throat as he let his trembling legs relax.
He swallowed hard, hoping he had a voice left. “Um. Wow?”
The sheets whispered as Zhou Mi lowered beside him, kissing him and cradling him close. Okay, cradling sounded a little girly, but it was sort of true. Zhou Mi held him, softly kissing him, touching him like they belonged to each other. He grinned like the biggest, fattest, satisfied cat.
“That was definitely wow,” he murmured against Zhou Mi’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Zhou Mi sighed. “Kui Xian…Yeah.”
He kissed Zhou Mi’s arm and let his head relax into the pillow. The last thing he knew was Zhou Mi’s smile.
***
He woke refreshed, happy that he still had a naked man pressed against him. Zhou Mi was even smirking, fingers playing against Kyuhyun’s back. But he got his face closer to Kyuhyun’s, face sober, and serious in a way that had his stomach trembling a moment.
“What’s up with you?”
Zhou Mi sighed, kissing Kyuhyun. “The thing I worried about most was one of us wanting more than the other, and it not being something we could hold onto.”
He cleared his throat. “Oh?”
“I mean… I wanted you for so long, and now you’re here, and you want me, too? How long until you would figure out that I wasn’t what you really wanted? That wanting me was better than the real thing?”
Kyuhyun blinked at him. It sounded too close to his nightmare. It was natural, clearly, to have fears at the start of a relationship. People who were dating broke up, he’d seen it, experienced it. But it was depth of the feeling, sometimes, that declared the depth of fear. And if what he heard was any indication, their feelings ran quite close to each other. He squeezed Zhou Mi’s shoulders.
“Well. We’re two people, it’s not like we’re going to magically start thinking the same thing. But I think worrying about it is kind of futile. I got a pretty good idea of what it was like with you way before I decided to be all sappy and pine after you.”
“Aww, Kui Xian.”
“I was joking.”
But was he? Zhou Mi seemed to wonder that same thing, too, and smiled at him.
“Me too, Kui Xian.”
Another understanding between them. The meeting of their lips, a confirmation of that need.
“Do you like this?” he asked, pressing kisses from Zhou Mi’s jaw up along his ear. He paused until he got Zhou Mi’s assent, and veered onto his throat. “How about this?”
He may have spent a little too long in the hollow between Zhou Mi’s collar bones, or used his teeth a little too vigorously. Massaging Zhou Mi’s chest with both hands, feeling him struggle to breathe.
Zhou Mi cemented their hips together. “Do you think? Kui Xian… I don’t want you less.”
He smiled. “Me either.”
And he was pleased to enjoy Zhou Mi proving it to him.
***
With his savings, he didn’t really have to worry too much about getting a job. He’d still be able to help Zhou Mi with rent and stuff for a couple of months at least. But still, he’d rather not have that worry sitting around on him. He thought of all the times he’d walked around all over trying to find some kind of work. He thought he’d rather roll around on nails than try that again after a few days of looking through online sites and following possible leads.
While rooting around in his employment file, he found something that made him think. The business card of his former boss. It had been months since they had laid him off, and there was the tiniest possibility that they needed to bring someone on. Or if not that, then maybe he knew of some other company, or some other person to call. It was called networking, and Kyuhyun was a fantastic failure at it.
Or he thought he was anyway.
“Yes sir, thank you. I’ll send it right over. I’ll look forward to hearing back from you. Yes. You too, sir.”
Zhou Mi was as good of an eavesdropper as he was, and he could see the smile had already made its way across Zhou Mi’s face.
“Does he know of something?”
“He wants me to send him my resume. We’ll set up a meeting for next week. They’re thinking of hiring on a couple of people in the next few weeks, and he sounded positive!”
“Kui Xian!”
Before Zhou Mi could stand up to dance in celebration, he pinned him down, the couch groaning under their combined weight.
“I think you might be good luck,” he said, nipping at Zhou Mi’s chin.
“I don’t know about that. But I’m so happy for you.”
He smiled against Zhou Mi’s mouth. “Means I can stay with you, and not be a kept man. I could’ve paid you somehow.”
His hips circled with some suggestion, tipping Zhou Mi’s head back
“Oh really,” Zhou Mi breathed.
“Yeah. And you’d have let me. I guess that’s why I love you.”
It slipped out of his mouth almost on accident, not that he did not believe what he was saying, but more that he hadn’t been sure how to say so. Determined that it wouldn’t become some kind of roadblock for them, and yet still? It had come out without anxiety or concern, which he supposed made it no less than true. And also kind of stupidly, too, but that was no surprise to him.
“I mean, that’s not the only reason,” he said, backing up over himself. “But, umm.”
He pushed at Zhou Mi, hoping he was about to be saved from himself. And he was, by Zhou Mi’s mouth, pressing against his again and again. Zhou Mi whispering I love you like a mantra between kisses. And it continued until Zhou Mi let his head fall back, laughing and shuddering with it. His face was so scrunched up, his eyes had disappeared, and Kyuhyun laughed back, poking at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s not funny. Oh. But it is. You looked so surprised when you said it, like I’d just dropped you on your butt. But your eyes. Don’t worry, Kui Xian. I believe you. And I love you, too.”
If he’d been looking to be saved from himself, that was the way he would’ve chosen. It was his hint to cuddle, breathing and pressing kisses to Zhou Mi’s ear. What better way to prove it, than to show it. He worried a red mark into Zhou Mi’s collar bone, rocking them together. The friction was enough drive him mad, as he rose up and Zhou Mi pressed deeply into their kiss. And he could feel that Zhou Mi was turned on as well.
“Want. You.” He said, punctuating his words with kisses down Zhou Mi’s neck.
The body beneath his shuddered as he pushed himself onto his feet. But not for long. By the time Zhou Mi coordinated himself to reach for Kyuhyun, his knees had met the floor, and his face was nuzzled against Zhou Mi’s bare stomach. He pushed Zhou Mi’s shirt up a little higher, getting both a squeak and a muscle spasm as he licked Zhou Mi’s belly button.
Zhou Mi’s eyes were wild, and he smirked, pressing kisses to all the skin accessible to him. Edging Zhou Mi closer subtly, and getting his arms over Zhou Mi’s thighs. And with only his nose, he traced a line down the seam of Zhou Mi’s pajama pants, feeling the heat, and the hardness there. Hearing the gasp, and feeling that Zhou Mi had nearly rocked his hips up against Kyuhyun’s face. In good time, he thought. It was all the tease he had the heart for, snagging his fingers under Zhou Mi’s waistbands, and asking with his eyes if he could pull them down. Zhou Mi huffed his consent, helping, lifting his hips to let Kyuhyun pull both the pajamas and underwear from his hips, and down over his knees. Kyuhyun wanted plenty of room to work with. He smirked up at Zhou Mi, licking his lips rather deliberately. And he got a moan.
“Kui Xian…”
He didn’t speak as he kissed a line up Zhou Mi’s thigh. He didn’t think he needed to. Probably not fast enough for Zhou Mi, from the tremble he felt under his lips. But he enjoyed it. The way that Zhou Mi captured one of his hands and squeezed it. The way Zhou Mi shuddered as he blew against one of his damp kisses. And it was Zhou Mi, warm against his hand and mouth, hard for him, moaning for him. Urging Kyuhyun in broken Korean, as he savored the feel, the taste of Zhou Mi. He never would’ve had to ask if Zhou Mi wanted, from pitch of his voice, the timbre of his begging. Sliding a hand into Kyuhyun’s hair when he began to tense and moan. Turned on beyond belief to feel Zhou Mi come for him, and not a hand free to help himself out.
Zhou Mi was still out of it as he licked his lips. Working off of his protesting knees to sit awkwardly, half on Zhou Mi, half off. Zhou Mi’s eyes slowly focused on his face.
“That was sexy,” Kyuhyun told him, touching his chin.
“To me,” Zhou Mi agreed, panting. “But for you?”
Kyuhyun smirked. “I was the one seeing your face.”
And it was a nice face. Especially with that little smile that he wanted to kiss right off of him.
He did, indulging himself, Zhou Mi’s mouth warm and immediately responsive. And it was his turn to gasp, moan, as Zhou Mi all but shoved Kyuhyun’s pants partly down to get his hand into them. It didn’t matter if Zhou Mi’s hand was dry, because it was quick and Zhou Mi was moaning into his mouth. Him being turned on, turned Zhou Mi on? He was all for that. It didn’t take long. Not knowing Zhou Mi, knowing how much he wanted. Heat flooded him, and he broke their kiss, to moan into Zhou Mi’s shoulder. Breathing against each other, half asleep by the time he felt Zhou Mi taking back his hand.
He propped up his chin, opening one eye to stare at Zhou Mi as the couch moaned its disapproval.
“Now we have another reason to get a new couch,” he muttered. “We’ve christened this one to death.”
Zhou Mi chuckled, snuggling Kyuhyun a little closer. “We’ll look for one right away, Kui Xian.”
“As long we can do this, huh?”
Zhou Mi sighed against his face. “Mmhmm.”
They would just nap a little while. That was all. And they did, at least until Zhou Mi’s phone sang out the arrival of a text message. They both woke with a start, staring at each other with their pants still in disarray. But smiling like a couple of idiots as they settled back together, the phone forgotten.
***
Kyuhyun hadn’t known how nervous Zhou Mi was for him and him getting the job until he actually got the chance to see Zhou Mi jittering outside of the office building he’d gone in to interview at. Phone in one hand, the other patting at his moving thigh. He admired the man, who insisted on coming with him like some kind of guard dog. Like him being outside would somehow make it more likely that he’d get the job. It wasn’t like it made him more nervous to have Zhou Mi out there. If anything it calmed him, because Zhou Mi believed in him. And apparently was nervous enough for the both of them.
“Hey, you thought I couldn’t do it?” he called.
Zhou Mi didn’t even say anything, pushing himself off the wall and just staring at him with huge eyes. Just waiting.
“I start in two weeks,” he said, having kept walking closer so Zhou Mi could hear him.
And then he was being lifted off his feet, Zhou Mi very gracefully howling into his neck. If they hadn’t all but been in the middle of the city, he probably would’ve been kissed within an inch of his life, but they took what they could.
“So proud of you, Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said. “So proud. And you’re happy to be going back?”
“It’s something I know. I’m good with it. Hey, I have options, you know?”
“You deserve the biggest dessert in all of Korea. Oh. Does that mean you need new work clothes?”
He blinked at Zhou Mi as visions of clothes shopping danced across Zhou Mi’s eyes.
“Maybe,” he hedged. “I’ll have to check out my clothes from before, first. Make sure all of them still fit.”
It wasn’t like he was going to be performing, just sitting in a cubicle again. And he was okay with it. He was comfortable with it. He just hoped the old familiar work rut still would treat him as well as it had. A paycheck, a stable job. And someone to go home to.
“Ice cream,” he said, steering Zhou Mi toward the subway.
“Clothes,” Zhou Mi pressed.
“Ice cream.”
Zhou Mi was still making cracks about his pants when they got to their favorite ice cream shop. It was a little different that usual, since they got their ice cream to go. And it was a little naughtier too, because they ate it in bed. But washing the sheets afterward had been worth it.
***
So maybe he’d splurged a little on clothes, because Zhou Mi had taken so much joy in making him try on slacks and suit jackets, and shirts. He’d vetoed any bright colors, though he thought that Zhou Mi tossed those in just to play with his head. Zhou Mi fussing with his collar and making little admiring noises as Kyuhyun posed for him. He was pretty sure that Zhou Mi had taken a few pictures in the middle of it as well. Hanging them very triumphantly in their own closet beside Zhou Mi’s clothes.
“Working man,” Zhou Mi purred at him, kind of rocking them on their feet.
“I’m sure that doesn’t turn you on,” he said, elbowing Zhou Mi as he tried to get away.
“Hey, you look really good in those suits, Kui Xian. Really good.”
“Maybe there should be a “bring Zhou Mi to work” day so you can just sit and admire me as I type away.”
“Sounds like what I do right here,” Zhou Mi said.
“Flatterer.”
“Show off.”
But as he sank onto the squeaky couch to get his legs over Zhou Mi’s lap to watch whatever Zhou Mi was wanting him to watch with him, he wondered if there was something he could do for Zhou Mi. Some kind of gift. Maybe some day, he thought, watching Zhou Mi react to something he was seeing on screen. Some day.
***
Zhou Mi went all out for his last day at Satin, taking a generous ten minutes longer deciding what he wanted Kyuhyun to wear. He’d been just standing and getting ready and thinking he wasn’t going to miss shaving his legs. Though when he saw it, the dress, he thought that Zhou Mi had had it in mind from the start, because it went with his makeup. Zhou Mi wasn’t in the habit of putting him in dresses, just skirts and dressy pants most times. But the dress was red, and he stared at it as Zhou Mi held it up in front of him. Not slinky, exactly, but a little racier than one of the miniskirts Zhou Mi had forced on him.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked.
“We can’t be sure till we know it fits. But it looks so good even just in front of you like this.”
“You need your eyes checked,” he muttered. But he stripped obediently, letting Zhou Mi zip him into the dress. He couldn’t really see, the mirror at an angle to him, but he could feel it. The sort of silky material against his thighs and fluttering around his arms.
Zhou Mi stood back, staring at him like he was a piece of art in a gallery.
“Wow, Kui Xian…”
“Wow? What’s wow?” he asked, staring down at himself.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t be attracted to you any more. I’ve made you too beautiful.”
“Shut up. Don’t joke about something like that, idiot. Get dressed.”
Of course, even as he said that, he was trying to kiss Zhou Mi breathless in the next moment.
“Fixing your lipstick won’t be too hard,” Zhou Mi muttered against him. He just laughed and gave unsolicited advice as Zhou Mi got dressed. It made him nostalgic, and a little sad, to think he wasn’t going to be able to see that from now on. Not that he couldn’t visit, ever. It was just one of those things, as something came to an end, and something new started. To be wistful and regretful. But sometimes the change was even better.
***
He was relaxed, exhaling as he sat and talked with various men. Some of them were ones he had spoken to before, some who knew it was his last day and had come specifically. That made him feel good, that he could have done a good enough job for someone to care whether he was there or not. Zhou Mi not included. He’d had to assure one that he wasn’t leaving this job to go dress like a woman somewhere else. That had been a little uncomfortable. Thankfully that had been at the end of the man’s visit so he could take himself and his red face off to some other corner for a while. Using a couple of fingers by his thigh to wave at Zhou Mi as he passed by.
Though, he heard Zhou Mi’s voice and it made him pause.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want it like that,” Zhou Mi said, standing and extricating himself quite easily. The man Zhou Mi had been sitting with was quite calm. Still, Kyuhyun moved closer.
“How do you want it then?” the man wheedled.
“He’s being as nice to you as he can,” Kyuhyun broke in. “If you ever want to come back, you should give up gracefully.”
“Why are you getting involved?” Zhou Mi said softly, pushing at his arm.
“Because I know you want it like this.”
He could almost hear the gasps as his mouth met Zhou Mi’s. The slide of the gloss of his against the rich matte of Zhou Mi’s lipstick.
“Might as well go out with style,” he said, smirking at Zhou Mi’s gaping face. And then he turned back to the guy, staring at them all bug-eyed. “I’m his warrior princess, okay. So play nice.”
Zhou Mi had to haul him away by his elbow, nudging him into the back, past all the curious eyes.
“What got into you?” Zhou Mi asked him, corralling him by the dressing rooms.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because it’s my last night here or…”
He really didn’t know, but he was flushed with it. And that one kiss had only served to whet his appetite.
“Hey, you know… We’ve never tried anything dressed like this. It’s your last chance with me in these clothes, so…”
He sort of nudged against Zhou Mi with his hips and got a sky-high eyebrow in response.
“Oh really,” Zhou Mi asked him, pushing off the wall. “What kind of things were you wanting to try.”
“Something quick…and messy,” he said, smirking, leading Zhou Mi back into one of the empty, lockable bathrooms. “Don’t want to get you fired, too.”
“If I go out in a different outfit, people will talk,” Zhou Mi managed to get out, as Kyuhyun began to kneel in front of him.
“Last chance,” he warned. “Unless this totally turns you off.”
Zhou Mi kicked aside the shoes he had been wearing, bending down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Kyuhyun’s lips.
“I haven’t found anything about you that turns me off yet,” Zhou Mi told him. Zhou Mi’s wig tickled him as he got down to Kyuhyun’s level. He ceased to care about it as he got one of Zhou Mi’s patented blows-his-knees-off kisses. Zhou Mi could talk, it was true, but it should be illegal to know how to decimate brain cells with a tongue like that. Maybe some of it was the part that he wanted Zhou Mi to absolute distraction. But that definitely wasn’t all.
“Okay, your dress covers too much,” Zhou Mi half whined into his shoulder.
“That’s not all,” he joked, laughing as Zhou Mi pushed at his fake breasts like he could feel what was underneath. “C’mon, get your skirt up, slowpoke.”
“You too,” Zhou Mi ordered.
He couldn’t take one part of Zhou Mi’s accessories. The makeup, the clothes, whatever, but he pulled off Zhou Mi’s wig to toss it aside, kneading his fingers as deep as he could into Zhou Mi’s real hair, a little sweaty from the cap. But it still made Zhou Mi moan into his mouth, returning the favor by pushing Kyuhyun’s wig off as well. He kissed pink smudges across Zhou Mi’s cheek, trying to use his knees and one hand to somehow get Zhou Mi’s skirt up, so he could even find where his underwear was. Zhou Mi felt the sheen of nylons made his legs look more feminine, so there was that to wrestle with also. Finally he found the waistbands, and Zhou Mi arched to assist him. Stroking Zhou Mi’s hips and moaning, as Zhou Mi kissed a wet path down his throat. Okay, he could see how this would be hot, sort of different and titillating. But the biggest thing in his mind, was that the clothes didn’t make Zhou Mi…Zhou Mi made them.
But he could do without the bouncing as their fake breasts banged off each other, really.
It took both of them to get Kyuhyun’s skirt up, but it was definitely Zhou Mi’s hand that worked down his underwear, seeming to enjoy watching Kyuhyun squirm.
“We don’t have forever,” he hissed, unable to stop himself from laughing as Zhou Mi nipped at his jaw. And it was proof that Zhou Mi knew him, that he kissed him to muffle the moan before running his thumb up the length of Kyuhyun’s finally-freed erection, stroking him. His hips rose futilely, begging Zhou Mi, with his kiss and his moans. Somehow he’d gotten his hand out of the forest of material, and he was having a problem getting it back in. He wasn’t even sure whose skirt he was hung up in, just that Zhou Mi was giggling at his attempts and his need. Okay, maybe not his need, because the hand on him hadn’t stopped, and Kyuhyun, giving up on getting a hand in their skirts, focused instead on dragging Zhou Mi’s hips to his.
Not that he didn’t appreciate Zhou Mi’s singular attention to his own needs, but this was a cooperative activity, and he wasn’t coming without Zhou Mi. And as he rocked his hips up, together they moved. It was a good thing, he thought, that they both had long fingers. Getting his hand up Zhou Mi’s thigh, he found Zhou Mi’s hand, wrapped around both of them.
“I’ll help you,” he murmured against Zhou Mi’s mouth. “And me.”
He had said quick and messy, and that was what it ended up being. How many kisses that they could steal, all but scenting each other as they kissed along jaws, cheeks, ears. Panting for each other, whispering for each other. Sex wasn’t happening, because they had nothing to use, and he wasn’t into pain by far. But it wasn’t like he could complain, having Zhou Mi rocking into both their hands, moaning against his mouth and face. Grunting his name as the pace went frantic.
“Kui Xian, I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” he ordered, and felt Zhou Mi buck against him.
It was him forcing Zhou Mi’s hand quicker, quicker, using the movement of Zhou Mi’s body to drive him to his own release, arching helplessly. The room could’ve gone dark and he wouldn’t have noticed, until he heard Zhou Mi’s whimper. He tangled their fingers together in the mess they had made. Just breathing as Zhou Mi’s “breasts” heaved into his.
“That wasn’t bad,” he said, musing out loud.
“Uh-uh,” Zhou Mi agreed.
“I think we could recreate that with no clothes just fine.” As Zhou Mi snorted into his shoulder, he made a thoughtful sound. “Yeah, you’re right, I guess we already have.”
Zhou Mi seemed content to be half squashing him, rhythmically squeezing Kyuhyun’s fingers every so often.
“You do know that work is waiting,” he whispered into Zhou Mi’s ear.
With a longsuffering sigh, Zhou Mi pushed himself upright. And Kyuhyun saw a product of their activities. Which was his lipstick, all over Zhou Mi’s face. He touched it with a fingertip, laughing.
“I think you got a full tube of lipstick on you,” he chortled.
Zhou Mi, hair mussed to the four winds, glared down at Kyuhyun with narrowed eyes. “Then you will love it when you see your face.”
He levered himself up far enough for one more kiss. “You’ve got a damsel in distress down here who needs to get put back together.”
“Do warrior princesses need help?” Zhou Mi teased.
“If it’s from a Zhou Mi.”
He accepted the towel Zhou Mi tossed on his head with grace, finally standing and trying to get his clothes in order.
“Do I look debauched?”
“That’s guaranteed,” Zhou Mi laughed. He was pretty sure the bra was totally out of alignment. But he sighed, and relaxed into Zhou Mi’s cuddle.
At least until he got his chin over Zhou Mi’s shoulder and saw his face in the mirror.
And then all Zhou Mi had to to was keep him from breaking a rib laughing as he saw the red smears all over his cheeks. That was proof of love right there.
So there had been a little teasing about them having to change their clothes, but not much. And there had been cake, for his last night of work, and hugs from all of his coworkers and his boss. Some still were grumbling about the bet, even as he made sure his locker was empty.
He mostly kept watching Zhou Mi, making sure he wasn’t getting teary or anything. But they’d had a while to get used to the idea, and they’d known it was coming. There were parts of it that he would miss. And the familiar scents of makeup and perfume, faded as the outer door closed behind him. But what it all came down to, the most important part of Satin for him was holding his hand, and going home with him.
***
It took him almost seven months to find just what he wanted to take home to Zhou Mi. He wasn’t exactly the most gifted in the gift-giving department, sort of crossing his fingers and hoping that Zhou Mi dropped a big enough hint. Like the fact that he wanted a new mp3 player the week before his birthday. Which Kyuhyun had been eternally grateful for, because the only thing he’d had his eye on had been little box set of a drama Zhou Mi had finished watching. It had seemed a little less than good enough.
The seed had been planted months before he actually figured out what to do, in a conversation that they had had about their childhoods. Talking of friends, and for Kyuhyun, siblings, pets. Zhou Mi, of course, had a photo album full of pictures of his parents, of him as a child with his dog. A gangly kid with his arms around his beloved pet, grinning set to break his face. Zhou Mi had almost smothered him for the sickening coos that had come out of his mouth.
It seemed appropriate that he found the gift for Zhou Mi one day coming home from work. Deviating his route because of some street maintenance, just minding his own business. And then he heard the yips coming from the open doorway. How many pet stores had he walked by in his lifetime without stopping? Probably too many to count. But not that day. Seeing the little apricot-colored reddish puppy, paws up against the glass display, yipping at him. A woman brushed by him before he realized he’d been standing there for several seconds just staring at the dog. The puppy seemed to sense his indecision, dropping down to run in circles as though that would bring him closer. It did, his hand touching the glass, both tiny paws trying to get at him through it.
He figured at that point in time, he had “sucker” written all over his face, as the lady inside popped out beside him to talk about the relative merits of all the dogs he could see. They were all cute, he was sure. But all he could see was the little dog trying so hard to get to him.
He smiled sheepishly at the woman. “Can I see this one?”
***
Getting up the stairs had been interesting, having his briefcase and a box of various puppy supplies under one arm, and the puppy in the other. He’d felt like he was the puppy by the time he’d handed over the money he’d retrieved to pay for everything, food, bowls, a collar and leash. Everything to get them established. Oh, and the house-training pads. Those had been fun.
“The first person you’ll see is Zhou Mi,” he told the puppy who was curled against the front of his shirt, inside his jacket. He was just fidgeting as they got through the interminable elevator ride. He couldn’t wait to just get there and see Zhou Mi’s reaction. “Technically you’re a gift for him, so remember that. He’s going to fall in love with you the second he sees your face, so I wouldn’t worry about that. No barking, no peeing everywhere, and we’ll all get along, okay? Okay.”
Somehow he got the box sat down beside the door without dropping anything, fishing for his key. He probably looked like a complete idiot whispering for the dog to be quiet as he walked in the door. Kind of standing there as Zhou Mi stared curiously at him from where he’d come out of the kitchen. He felt the puppy squirm, and knew that was the moment. Slowly pulling down the jacket zipper, exposing the fluffy, reddish head of the puppy trying to lick Kyuhyun’s fingers to the bone. He glanced from the dog to Zhou Mi, and saw that Zhou Mi’s hands were frozen in his towel, and his face still as well. Eyes locked on the puppy, until his mouth trembled open. And he looked to Kyuhyun with huge, almost wounded eyes. Like he was asking Kyuhyun if he’d found the dog in the hallway, if they had somewhere they had to give it back.
He got the whining dog solidly in both hands, supporting his back end as he held him toward Zhou Mi.
“He’s yours,” he said, smiling at Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi, he swore, almost melted in adoration right on the spot. Hopefully some of that was for him and not just for the puppy.
“Mine?” he was asked, as though needing reassurance that the wriggling canine was theirs. Technically Zhou Mi’s. Technically a birthday gift, or an anniversary gift or something. But Zhou Mi’s hands curled around the wriggling dog and sealed the deal.
The puppy attacked Zhou Mi’s face with kisses, and Zhou Mi was pressing decidedly more human ones right back to the curly hair. Zhou Mi was cooing or whining both, but dog and man were making about the same noise as they loved all over each other. He spared a moment to drag in the box of supplies before someone took it for garbage, and just stood there feeling like his buttons were going to pop with pride. It took him a while, but man, he did good.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi whispered kind of brokenly, stepping forward to hold him a little damply. The puppy was clearly delighted to be in a Kyu and Mi sandwich, probably even licking at Zhou Mi’s tears.
“You like him?” he asked, petting Zhou Mi’s hair.
“He’s adorable. Amazing. You’re amazing. Kui Xian… Were you planning this?”
Ooh, busted.
“Not exactly. I walked a different way today, and saw him in the store, and he was dancing around begging to come home to you.”
Zhou Mi laughed, jostling both him and the puppy.
“Then he was meant for us,” Zhou Mi said firmly. “He knew you when he saw you.”
“Why don’t we let him explore his new home?” he suggested. Not without selfishness. He wanted to get his mouth on Zhou Mi’s for a moment without fearing a puppy tongue between them.
The puppy scrambled away immediately, sniffing and trotting around, not deviating far from their feet as he explored. And he got that kiss, hoping the spit wasn’t the dog’s.
“I love you, Kui Xian. So much.”
“I probably should’ve asked you first, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t leave him there.”
Zhou Mi kissed him, achingly sweet. “He really is our dog.”
Speaking of the dog. He looked down just in time to see the puppy hiking a leg.
“Not the new couch!” he yelped. “Get the pads! In the box! Zhou Mi, stop laughing!”
It was chaos, but it was theirs.
***
And he very much was their dog, all put out when he couldn’t lay exactly between their legs for maximum attention exposure, or spread across their laps for belly rubs, all stupid with happiness. Dancing in his kitchen exile after they both came home from being gone, to get them to come release him. He slept in the kitchen, too, because Zhou Mi had suggested that maybe the dog could sleep on the bed just once? And he knew that was a slippery slope he wasn’t going down. Humans on the bed, dog in his very fashionable, plaid, plush doggy bed. And Zhou Mi got to buy the dog clothes, too, in case anyone wondered just how much he scooted into their lives.
Straining at his leash when they walked him in the nearby park, dashing around their legs so fast that they’d have fallen if they hadn’t seen it coming. Tied together by a peacock blue dog leash. They got a lot of laughs out of the poor dog, whether he was masterfully trying to wrestle Kyuhyun’s shoe to death as they sat on the grass, or had his hind leg spasming as they scratched him to glee. Or the fact that he liked girls. All sorts of them. Young girls, old women, young women. If the dog hadn’t weighed less than Kyuhyun’s briefcase, they’d have had a problem as he veered, darted, growled and whined, to get after every female they encountered.
“I would pick a dog who likes girls,” Kyuhyun lamented. “He's your dog.”
“I don't tell him to run after girls!”
Kyuhyun laughed as he picked up the puppy so they could cross the street. “I could say something about that, but I won't.”
“What are you saying, Kui Xian? I am not even remotely girly.”
“Maybe he gets confused by the creams you slather on us, and thinks his dad is walking away from him.”
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said, sounding rather put out.
“Hey, it's not like I'm complaining. Just as long as he doesn't bring his girlfriends home with him.”
Zhou Mi just laughed and nudged him along.
When Zhou Mi was off working, he and the dog had very serious chats. This was a couch, and not a bathroom. The edge of their bed, or the dining table, either. Zhou Mi had dubbed him the “Pee-minator” with his dog-cleaning-up-after supply kit. And he grumbled and complained, but he really didn’t mean it as both Zhou Mi and the dog Zhou Mi held made sad faces at him.
Zhou Mi just had a history of attracting troublemaking tenants, that was all. Him included.
***
He got a few whistles walking in the door of Satin with his work suit on, and he waved them off good-naturedly. The men still treated him like he was one of their own, even joking that they’d keep an eye on Zhou Mi for him. Zhou Mi could keep a good eye on himself, he figured. And all he wanted right then was his own eyes on Zhou Mi. He waited to the side, waiting to see which dressing room Zhou Mi was going to emerge from. He wasn’t hard to spot when he did, with his wig and makeup already done, and the rather stunning blue dress. He knew the exact second that Zhou Mi spotted him, because his smile was just that quick, beaming welcome at him without reserve. If he had any doubts in the time they had been together that he was loved, wanted, needed, it wasn’t because Zhou Mi had made him think it.
“Kui Xian! Is everything okay?”
They moved back, not quite in the middle of things, before Zhou Mi kissed him in greeting. It’d been a long time since he’d gotten a kiss. About nine hours, so he made the most of it.
“Everything is great. Just got off work so I wanted see if you wanted to have a snack when you’re done.”
“You could’ve called,” Zhou Mi said, laughing at him.
He just sort of thinned his lips and let Zhou Mi know he knew he was being made fun of. “A call doesn’t come with a kiss.”
Zhou Mi gave him another for his trouble. “What did you want to eat then?”
“It’s up to you,” he said.
“Cake?”
He tried to pinch Zhou Mi’s stomach and failed. “I have chocolate cake thighs, you monster.”
Zhou Mi all but bubbled with amusement, leaning in to whisper, “For me?”
“You know it,” he said. Dessert with Zhou Mi, freshly scrubbed, smiling at him over a mountain of fudgy confection was a good prospect. They talked work, their families, word games, his games, games he was excited to get his hands on. Dramas and books, and movies they’d seen together, and what they needed to buy on the way home so they could eat dinner the next day. (And they did still have an extra roll of toilet paper, right? Good.) As their six month anniversary came and went, and the year anniversary as well. Not only a new couch, but one he himself had picked out. And yes, they had christened that one, too. And so had their little four-legged child that Kyuhyun was still working on housebreaking. The poor couch.
And Kyuhyun, he was so fine, Zhou Mi still couldn’t keep his lips off of him, he thought, not exactly trying to get away.
“Go, get to work, so you can afford to buy me dessert,” he said, stealing one last kiss.
“See you later then,” Zhou Mi murmured. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” He contemplated patting Zhou Mi’s butt as he walked to his dressing table, but restrained himself. “Hey, Mi?”
He waited until Zhou Mi looked up at him, all wondering eyes at what Kyuhyun needed.
“Nice dress.”
Zhou Mi was caught between preening and waving him away in embarrassment. He grinned to see it, making waggly eyebrows at the man he figured he was pretty stuck on and stuck with. Or was stuck with him, maybe that was the way it was.
Zhou Mi waved the gloves he'd taken out at him, in salute and farewell. And he waved back, pausing before he turned for the door. Watching Zhou Mi's smile as he covered his hands with black satin.
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A/N~ This began as a cheering-up effort, despite all my reservations to the contrary. Crossdressing wasn’t my kink, I kept saying. I had a really hard time imagining Zhou Mi in the clothes, and hey, it took a while. But the story became about something more than the clothes they put on at work, so I learned something, too. Even through the frustrations and neuroses, hope and fear, they found that good thing in each other. It’s not always easy, quick, or cheery, but there are those times when it is well worth all the effort. It gives me real joy to read through this ending, even as it makes me sad to leave them behind. But that feeling is quite familiar to me. And as I always tend to say, there is always the next story. I have at least three or four possibilities at the moment, so we’ll see what way the wind takes me. :) Thanks as always go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wobaozhewo for sharp eyes and voice of sanity~ I started it mid-March, and it ended at about 68,500 words.
Author: Coley Merrin
Rating: R
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Genre: AU, Romance
Warning: crossdressing
Summary: Out of work, Kyuhyun's last ditch effort lands him a curious roommate - and a job he never expected.
Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three * Chapter Four * Chapter Five * Chapter Six * Chapter Seven * Chapter Eight * Chapter Nine * Chapter Ten * Chapter Eleven * Chapter Twelve * Chapter Thirteen * Chapter Fourteen
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There were wolf whistles when they walked into Satin for the first time together after officially starting dating. Everyone knew, since the end of the betting pool would’ve made someone get a little richer. He wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d let some of the customers in on it.
“No wonder he came to your rescue, Zhou Mi!” one of them called.
“You should see when he comes to my rescue,” Kyuhyun said, patting Zhou Mi’s stomach. “He’s a beast.”
Everyone laughed, but he was the one who heard Zhou Mi’s playful almost-half-snarl in his ear as he was grabbed up against Zhou Mi’s chest.
“Hey now, cuddling in the back is strictly prohibited,” their boss joked. “Unless there’s compensation.”
Everyone went back to what they had been doing, and Kyuhyun arranged himself in the makeup chair.
“Make me pretty,” he said, all brat.
He was pretty sure that was why that Zhou Mi drew a couple of dark lines above his eyebrows that made him look like he was scowling.
“Depends on how many people you want me to scare away,” he said after he’d gotten his laugh out about it.
Zhou Mi smoothed the lines away. “Everyone who’s not me,” he said lightly.
“You’ve done that already.”
Zhou Mi smiled, and he thought he saw a little bit of smugness in that as he turned to take care of his own lipstick while Zhou Mi got started on himself.
Getting dressed, having Zhou Mi pick out clothes, had a different feel to it. Or maybe, it was a feeling he’d had before and just buried. The way that Zhou Mi looked at him as he considered clothes, helping him to adjust straps and fake boobs, and the like. It wasn’t like Zhou Mi hadn’t seen his chest before, but it was so very different. The shadows in Zhou Mi’s eyes as he gripped Kyuhyun’s sides, the way he took a lazy path up Kyuhyun’s face.
“All this could be yours, huh?” he quipped, sticking out his chest a little more.
They were both in full makeup, so it wasn’t like they had many options. And having a bra in between them kind of was a damper on things. It didn’t keep Zhou Mi from kissing him before throwing a slip at Kyuhyun’s head.
“I’ll come out in a little bit, so it’s less distracting,” Zhou Mi whispered to him as they stood near the door going to the front. “Give you a chance to start talking so people aren’t pestering us.”
He flashed Zhou Mi a little “V” and got a chuckle in return. He saw Satin with new eyes, now that he knew that he was only going to be there for a limited amount of time. The sound of cups shuffling on tables, quiet conversation and laughter. Soothing music, singing tonight, being piped all over the room. The quiet din of a television, and the bartender wiping down his counter. The person running the floor directed him to a man who was seated in a booth, and he sat down cautiously, adjusting his skirt.
“Good evening,” he said, smiling, and getting a smile in return.
***
Zhou Mi somehow convinced him that sitting next to him on the couch while he caught up on his dramas was a good idea, so he braved the shaking seats and got tucked against Zhou Mi’s side. At least until the drowsies started. His head started bobbing all over, finally going toward Zhou Mi’s shoulder. A gentle kiss was pressed beside his eye.
“Tired, Kui Xian?”
“M’okay,” he murmured. Very okay, and enjoying the kisses being pressed to his face.
“Maybe we should sleep. I’ll finish watching this tomorrow.”
He wasn’t tired by the time he had showered, or when he had invaded the bathroom looking for his toothbrush. He hadn’t really forgotten to brush his teeth on purpose, but he watched a water droplet slide down Zhou Mi’s back and certainly wasn’t sad about it. His eyes snapped up when the water disappeared into the waistband of Zhou Mi’s underwear, and realized that Zhou Mi was watching him in the mirror.
Was his mouth dry or was he drooling? Or both?
“Brushing my teeth,” he blurted. And a whole lot more.
It wasn’t like it was hard to see as Zhou Mi finished drying, pulling a lamentable shirt over all that skin. He followed behind Zhou Mi into the bedroom, snuggling into their freshly laundered sheets, feeling the bed dip where Zhou Mi was setting aside his cell phone and watch. If he just kept Zhou Mi’s wet back out of his head, he’d be okay, but then thinking of Zhou Mi’s eyes when he’d looked at him in Satin, and the way they’d touched.
“Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi whispered, a heck of a lot closer than he’d been before.
His trigger was faster than he thought, at the moan that escaped him as something brushed against his ear. Zhou Mi’s nose, he realized, feeling the warmth of an exhale against his neck. He was trying to get an exhale out of his own, struggling to draw in a breath that wasn’t some kind of plea.
“You okay, Kui Xian?” Zhou Mi asked.
His chuckle was almost noiseless and stuttered. “You surprised me.”
“In a good way?”
He didn’t even know what to think of the question, when Zhou Mi’s fingers slid beneath his shirt and onto his stomach. His dancing stomach. He swallowed hard, feeling his hearing go hollow as his heart took off. He was going to pass out from Zhou Mi’s hand on his stomach?
“You can’t hide anything from me anymore,” Zhou Mi murmured. “I saw you… Kui Xian. Looking at me.”
His body relaxed, trailing his lips down Zhou Mi’s cheek. “I saw you…Zhou Mi. Looking at me, too.”
They pressed into the kiss together, sensual, a feast to him. Smelling the goop that Zhou Mi had put on his face, feeling the skin of his back beneath his hands, the warmth of his mouth. The taste of him. A little minty, but under it, ever so distinctive, Zhou Mi. He wasn’t sure what it was about it that turned him on, Not just that it was Zhou Mi, but something more. And he wasn’t complaining a bit.
Zhou Mi’s thigh slid between his, and he moaned against Zhou Mi’s mouth, rocking against him almost before thought.
“Wanting you wasn’t a euphemism,” he got out, after having to swallow several times in order to allow his brain to clear.
It helped that the man was dead sexy, having to blow out careful breaths as he massaged Kyuhyun’s back almost too low for decency.
“Kui Xian, I don’t think I want to hold back.”
“Don’t…you dare,” he said, and bolted forward. His thigh over Zhou Mi’s hip, hips rocking together as they whimpered in unison.
“Too many clothes,” Zhou Mi gasped.
“Am I going to make it till the clothes come off?” he wondered out loud.
“You can. You can,” Zhou Mi panted, kissing him, a gigantic furnace as he rolled on top of him. Yanking at both his own shirt and Zhou Mi’s, wriggling and shoving at pants. It’d been a freaking long time, but he wasn’t worried about that. Clearly, by the way he was all but clinging to Zhou Mi like a monkey, both legs around his hips, sucking at his neck as Zhou Mi struggled with something.
“Please tell me that’s what I think is,” he huffed into Zhou Mi’s ear. “And then I’m going to mock you because you kept it on my side of the bed.”
“AH!” Zhou Mi exclaimed as the lid of the lube container came off. “You can’t mock me, because it’s on both sides of the bed.”
He laughed, kissing Zhou Mi hard. “A man who’s prepared. I like it. My eyes would’ve popped out of my head if I’d found that a few weeks ago.”
“It wasn’t on this side of the bed a few weeks ago,” Zhou Mi said, his voice dark and silky. It made him shudder.
“Then I like it even more.”
Zhou Mi sucked in his cheeks, eyes darting around Kyuhyun’s face. “You’re all right? You want it like this?”
“You know me. I’ll let you know if I don’t.” He pulled Zhou Mi down by his ears, whispering dirty things to him that let him know just how okay Kyuhyun was with it. He’d had it both ways. He’d liked it both ways. But right then he had Zhou Mi on top of him, angles, planes, need. And he needed Zhou Mi inside him, no matter what. “C’mon.”
Slick, cool, even with the heat of Zhou Mi’s fingers. Almost a tickle, and he had to remember to breathe. Getting relaxed by passing out was not in his to-do list. There was a much better way of doing that. Zhou Mi mewled against his jaw as Kyuhyun’s thighs widened to admit him, lifting to help, bodies melding without too many stops and starts. It was good, because it allowed him to rein in his urges, so that he didn’t disgrace himself utterly. As it was he had to keep from laughing. It wasn’t funny, it felt good. But they’d had to slog, and fight, and agonize over every step that got them to that moment. Finally something was going right.
No one learned to walk on their first try, there were adjustments. But he was turned on enough not to care. Torn between Zhou Mi’s mouth or nibbling his ear, or simply losing all rational thought as Zhou Mi’s fist worked against him, quick, grip varying enough to drive him wild.
At least until Zhou Mi lost control, back arching as he moaned into Kyuhyun’s neck. He squeezed at Zhou Mi’s shoulders, his eyes rolling a little at the gentle squeezes of Zhou Mi’s hand as Zhou Mi panted and luxuriated. He didn’t want to cut that short. But that tiny bit of contact, that almost imperceptible movement when he was right there on the edge was maddening. So good so far, and so close.
Zhou Mi hefted himself further up onto his elbow, staring down at Kyuhyun’s face. He looked dreamy, satisfied. And he just barely kept himself from jerking his hips up into Zhou Mi’s hand.
“Sorry, Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi rasped. “I want to… I want to see you.”
He gasped, frozen, half blind, as Zhou Mi’s hand began to move. Maybe he was moaning, or maybe… Zhou Mi was kissing him, and he moved into it desperately, the warmth of that mouth just what he needed. But he couldn’t breathe Zhou Mi. He turned his head away as heat infused him. Grabbing at Zhou Mi’s neck as the pleasure threatened to overtake him, meeting Zhou Mi’s eyes for only a fraction of a second before he crashed back down, the moan searing through him.
Zhou Mi pressed soft kisses to his throat as he let his trembling legs relax.
He swallowed hard, hoping he had a voice left. “Um. Wow?”
The sheets whispered as Zhou Mi lowered beside him, kissing him and cradling him close. Okay, cradling sounded a little girly, but it was sort of true. Zhou Mi held him, softly kissing him, touching him like they belonged to each other. He grinned like the biggest, fattest, satisfied cat.
“That was definitely wow,” he murmured against Zhou Mi’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Zhou Mi sighed. “Kui Xian…Yeah.”
He kissed Zhou Mi’s arm and let his head relax into the pillow. The last thing he knew was Zhou Mi’s smile.
***
He woke refreshed, happy that he still had a naked man pressed against him. Zhou Mi was even smirking, fingers playing against Kyuhyun’s back. But he got his face closer to Kyuhyun’s, face sober, and serious in a way that had his stomach trembling a moment.
“What’s up with you?”
Zhou Mi sighed, kissing Kyuhyun. “The thing I worried about most was one of us wanting more than the other, and it not being something we could hold onto.”
He cleared his throat. “Oh?”
“I mean… I wanted you for so long, and now you’re here, and you want me, too? How long until you would figure out that I wasn’t what you really wanted? That wanting me was better than the real thing?”
Kyuhyun blinked at him. It sounded too close to his nightmare. It was natural, clearly, to have fears at the start of a relationship. People who were dating broke up, he’d seen it, experienced it. But it was depth of the feeling, sometimes, that declared the depth of fear. And if what he heard was any indication, their feelings ran quite close to each other. He squeezed Zhou Mi’s shoulders.
“Well. We’re two people, it’s not like we’re going to magically start thinking the same thing. But I think worrying about it is kind of futile. I got a pretty good idea of what it was like with you way before I decided to be all sappy and pine after you.”
“Aww, Kui Xian.”
“I was joking.”
But was he? Zhou Mi seemed to wonder that same thing, too, and smiled at him.
“Me too, Kui Xian.”
Another understanding between them. The meeting of their lips, a confirmation of that need.
“Do you like this?” he asked, pressing kisses from Zhou Mi’s jaw up along his ear. He paused until he got Zhou Mi’s assent, and veered onto his throat. “How about this?”
He may have spent a little too long in the hollow between Zhou Mi’s collar bones, or used his teeth a little too vigorously. Massaging Zhou Mi’s chest with both hands, feeling him struggle to breathe.
Zhou Mi cemented their hips together. “Do you think? Kui Xian… I don’t want you less.”
He smiled. “Me either.”
And he was pleased to enjoy Zhou Mi proving it to him.
***
With his savings, he didn’t really have to worry too much about getting a job. He’d still be able to help Zhou Mi with rent and stuff for a couple of months at least. But still, he’d rather not have that worry sitting around on him. He thought of all the times he’d walked around all over trying to find some kind of work. He thought he’d rather roll around on nails than try that again after a few days of looking through online sites and following possible leads.
While rooting around in his employment file, he found something that made him think. The business card of his former boss. It had been months since they had laid him off, and there was the tiniest possibility that they needed to bring someone on. Or if not that, then maybe he knew of some other company, or some other person to call. It was called networking, and Kyuhyun was a fantastic failure at it.
Or he thought he was anyway.
“Yes sir, thank you. I’ll send it right over. I’ll look forward to hearing back from you. Yes. You too, sir.”
Zhou Mi was as good of an eavesdropper as he was, and he could see the smile had already made its way across Zhou Mi’s face.
“Does he know of something?”
“He wants me to send him my resume. We’ll set up a meeting for next week. They’re thinking of hiring on a couple of people in the next few weeks, and he sounded positive!”
“Kui Xian!”
Before Zhou Mi could stand up to dance in celebration, he pinned him down, the couch groaning under their combined weight.
“I think you might be good luck,” he said, nipping at Zhou Mi’s chin.
“I don’t know about that. But I’m so happy for you.”
He smiled against Zhou Mi’s mouth. “Means I can stay with you, and not be a kept man. I could’ve paid you somehow.”
His hips circled with some suggestion, tipping Zhou Mi’s head back
“Oh really,” Zhou Mi breathed.
“Yeah. And you’d have let me. I guess that’s why I love you.”
It slipped out of his mouth almost on accident, not that he did not believe what he was saying, but more that he hadn’t been sure how to say so. Determined that it wouldn’t become some kind of roadblock for them, and yet still? It had come out without anxiety or concern, which he supposed made it no less than true. And also kind of stupidly, too, but that was no surprise to him.
“I mean, that’s not the only reason,” he said, backing up over himself. “But, umm.”
He pushed at Zhou Mi, hoping he was about to be saved from himself. And he was, by Zhou Mi’s mouth, pressing against his again and again. Zhou Mi whispering I love you like a mantra between kisses. And it continued until Zhou Mi let his head fall back, laughing and shuddering with it. His face was so scrunched up, his eyes had disappeared, and Kyuhyun laughed back, poking at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s not funny. Oh. But it is. You looked so surprised when you said it, like I’d just dropped you on your butt. But your eyes. Don’t worry, Kui Xian. I believe you. And I love you, too.”
If he’d been looking to be saved from himself, that was the way he would’ve chosen. It was his hint to cuddle, breathing and pressing kisses to Zhou Mi’s ear. What better way to prove it, than to show it. He worried a red mark into Zhou Mi’s collar bone, rocking them together. The friction was enough drive him mad, as he rose up and Zhou Mi pressed deeply into their kiss. And he could feel that Zhou Mi was turned on as well.
“Want. You.” He said, punctuating his words with kisses down Zhou Mi’s neck.
The body beneath his shuddered as he pushed himself onto his feet. But not for long. By the time Zhou Mi coordinated himself to reach for Kyuhyun, his knees had met the floor, and his face was nuzzled against Zhou Mi’s bare stomach. He pushed Zhou Mi’s shirt up a little higher, getting both a squeak and a muscle spasm as he licked Zhou Mi’s belly button.
Zhou Mi’s eyes were wild, and he smirked, pressing kisses to all the skin accessible to him. Edging Zhou Mi closer subtly, and getting his arms over Zhou Mi’s thighs. And with only his nose, he traced a line down the seam of Zhou Mi’s pajama pants, feeling the heat, and the hardness there. Hearing the gasp, and feeling that Zhou Mi had nearly rocked his hips up against Kyuhyun’s face. In good time, he thought. It was all the tease he had the heart for, snagging his fingers under Zhou Mi’s waistbands, and asking with his eyes if he could pull them down. Zhou Mi huffed his consent, helping, lifting his hips to let Kyuhyun pull both the pajamas and underwear from his hips, and down over his knees. Kyuhyun wanted plenty of room to work with. He smirked up at Zhou Mi, licking his lips rather deliberately. And he got a moan.
“Kui Xian…”
He didn’t speak as he kissed a line up Zhou Mi’s thigh. He didn’t think he needed to. Probably not fast enough for Zhou Mi, from the tremble he felt under his lips. But he enjoyed it. The way that Zhou Mi captured one of his hands and squeezed it. The way Zhou Mi shuddered as he blew against one of his damp kisses. And it was Zhou Mi, warm against his hand and mouth, hard for him, moaning for him. Urging Kyuhyun in broken Korean, as he savored the feel, the taste of Zhou Mi. He never would’ve had to ask if Zhou Mi wanted, from pitch of his voice, the timbre of his begging. Sliding a hand into Kyuhyun’s hair when he began to tense and moan. Turned on beyond belief to feel Zhou Mi come for him, and not a hand free to help himself out.
Zhou Mi was still out of it as he licked his lips. Working off of his protesting knees to sit awkwardly, half on Zhou Mi, half off. Zhou Mi’s eyes slowly focused on his face.
“That was sexy,” Kyuhyun told him, touching his chin.
“To me,” Zhou Mi agreed, panting. “But for you?”
Kyuhyun smirked. “I was the one seeing your face.”
And it was a nice face. Especially with that little smile that he wanted to kiss right off of him.
He did, indulging himself, Zhou Mi’s mouth warm and immediately responsive. And it was his turn to gasp, moan, as Zhou Mi all but shoved Kyuhyun’s pants partly down to get his hand into them. It didn’t matter if Zhou Mi’s hand was dry, because it was quick and Zhou Mi was moaning into his mouth. Him being turned on, turned Zhou Mi on? He was all for that. It didn’t take long. Not knowing Zhou Mi, knowing how much he wanted. Heat flooded him, and he broke their kiss, to moan into Zhou Mi’s shoulder. Breathing against each other, half asleep by the time he felt Zhou Mi taking back his hand.
He propped up his chin, opening one eye to stare at Zhou Mi as the couch moaned its disapproval.
“Now we have another reason to get a new couch,” he muttered. “We’ve christened this one to death.”
Zhou Mi chuckled, snuggling Kyuhyun a little closer. “We’ll look for one right away, Kui Xian.”
“As long we can do this, huh?”
Zhou Mi sighed against his face. “Mmhmm.”
They would just nap a little while. That was all. And they did, at least until Zhou Mi’s phone sang out the arrival of a text message. They both woke with a start, staring at each other with their pants still in disarray. But smiling like a couple of idiots as they settled back together, the phone forgotten.
***
Kyuhyun hadn’t known how nervous Zhou Mi was for him and him getting the job until he actually got the chance to see Zhou Mi jittering outside of the office building he’d gone in to interview at. Phone in one hand, the other patting at his moving thigh. He admired the man, who insisted on coming with him like some kind of guard dog. Like him being outside would somehow make it more likely that he’d get the job. It wasn’t like it made him more nervous to have Zhou Mi out there. If anything it calmed him, because Zhou Mi believed in him. And apparently was nervous enough for the both of them.
“Hey, you thought I couldn’t do it?” he called.
Zhou Mi didn’t even say anything, pushing himself off the wall and just staring at him with huge eyes. Just waiting.
“I start in two weeks,” he said, having kept walking closer so Zhou Mi could hear him.
And then he was being lifted off his feet, Zhou Mi very gracefully howling into his neck. If they hadn’t all but been in the middle of the city, he probably would’ve been kissed within an inch of his life, but they took what they could.
“So proud of you, Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said. “So proud. And you’re happy to be going back?”
“It’s something I know. I’m good with it. Hey, I have options, you know?”
“You deserve the biggest dessert in all of Korea. Oh. Does that mean you need new work clothes?”
He blinked at Zhou Mi as visions of clothes shopping danced across Zhou Mi’s eyes.
“Maybe,” he hedged. “I’ll have to check out my clothes from before, first. Make sure all of them still fit.”
It wasn’t like he was going to be performing, just sitting in a cubicle again. And he was okay with it. He was comfortable with it. He just hoped the old familiar work rut still would treat him as well as it had. A paycheck, a stable job. And someone to go home to.
“Ice cream,” he said, steering Zhou Mi toward the subway.
“Clothes,” Zhou Mi pressed.
“Ice cream.”
Zhou Mi was still making cracks about his pants when they got to their favorite ice cream shop. It was a little different that usual, since they got their ice cream to go. And it was a little naughtier too, because they ate it in bed. But washing the sheets afterward had been worth it.
***
So maybe he’d splurged a little on clothes, because Zhou Mi had taken so much joy in making him try on slacks and suit jackets, and shirts. He’d vetoed any bright colors, though he thought that Zhou Mi tossed those in just to play with his head. Zhou Mi fussing with his collar and making little admiring noises as Kyuhyun posed for him. He was pretty sure that Zhou Mi had taken a few pictures in the middle of it as well. Hanging them very triumphantly in their own closet beside Zhou Mi’s clothes.
“Working man,” Zhou Mi purred at him, kind of rocking them on their feet.
“I’m sure that doesn’t turn you on,” he said, elbowing Zhou Mi as he tried to get away.
“Hey, you look really good in those suits, Kui Xian. Really good.”
“Maybe there should be a “bring Zhou Mi to work” day so you can just sit and admire me as I type away.”
“Sounds like what I do right here,” Zhou Mi said.
“Flatterer.”
“Show off.”
But as he sank onto the squeaky couch to get his legs over Zhou Mi’s lap to watch whatever Zhou Mi was wanting him to watch with him, he wondered if there was something he could do for Zhou Mi. Some kind of gift. Maybe some day, he thought, watching Zhou Mi react to something he was seeing on screen. Some day.
***
Zhou Mi went all out for his last day at Satin, taking a generous ten minutes longer deciding what he wanted Kyuhyun to wear. He’d been just standing and getting ready and thinking he wasn’t going to miss shaving his legs. Though when he saw it, the dress, he thought that Zhou Mi had had it in mind from the start, because it went with his makeup. Zhou Mi wasn’t in the habit of putting him in dresses, just skirts and dressy pants most times. But the dress was red, and he stared at it as Zhou Mi held it up in front of him. Not slinky, exactly, but a little racier than one of the miniskirts Zhou Mi had forced on him.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked.
“We can’t be sure till we know it fits. But it looks so good even just in front of you like this.”
“You need your eyes checked,” he muttered. But he stripped obediently, letting Zhou Mi zip him into the dress. He couldn’t really see, the mirror at an angle to him, but he could feel it. The sort of silky material against his thighs and fluttering around his arms.
Zhou Mi stood back, staring at him like he was a piece of art in a gallery.
“Wow, Kui Xian…”
“Wow? What’s wow?” he asked, staring down at himself.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t be attracted to you any more. I’ve made you too beautiful.”
“Shut up. Don’t joke about something like that, idiot. Get dressed.”
Of course, even as he said that, he was trying to kiss Zhou Mi breathless in the next moment.
“Fixing your lipstick won’t be too hard,” Zhou Mi muttered against him. He just laughed and gave unsolicited advice as Zhou Mi got dressed. It made him nostalgic, and a little sad, to think he wasn’t going to be able to see that from now on. Not that he couldn’t visit, ever. It was just one of those things, as something came to an end, and something new started. To be wistful and regretful. But sometimes the change was even better.
***
He was relaxed, exhaling as he sat and talked with various men. Some of them were ones he had spoken to before, some who knew it was his last day and had come specifically. That made him feel good, that he could have done a good enough job for someone to care whether he was there or not. Zhou Mi not included. He’d had to assure one that he wasn’t leaving this job to go dress like a woman somewhere else. That had been a little uncomfortable. Thankfully that had been at the end of the man’s visit so he could take himself and his red face off to some other corner for a while. Using a couple of fingers by his thigh to wave at Zhou Mi as he passed by.
Though, he heard Zhou Mi’s voice and it made him pause.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want it like that,” Zhou Mi said, standing and extricating himself quite easily. The man Zhou Mi had been sitting with was quite calm. Still, Kyuhyun moved closer.
“How do you want it then?” the man wheedled.
“He’s being as nice to you as he can,” Kyuhyun broke in. “If you ever want to come back, you should give up gracefully.”
“Why are you getting involved?” Zhou Mi said softly, pushing at his arm.
“Because I know you want it like this.”
He could almost hear the gasps as his mouth met Zhou Mi’s. The slide of the gloss of his against the rich matte of Zhou Mi’s lipstick.
“Might as well go out with style,” he said, smirking at Zhou Mi’s gaping face. And then he turned back to the guy, staring at them all bug-eyed. “I’m his warrior princess, okay. So play nice.”
Zhou Mi had to haul him away by his elbow, nudging him into the back, past all the curious eyes.
“What got into you?” Zhou Mi asked him, corralling him by the dressing rooms.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because it’s my last night here or…”
He really didn’t know, but he was flushed with it. And that one kiss had only served to whet his appetite.
“Hey, you know… We’ve never tried anything dressed like this. It’s your last chance with me in these clothes, so…”
He sort of nudged against Zhou Mi with his hips and got a sky-high eyebrow in response.
“Oh really,” Zhou Mi asked him, pushing off the wall. “What kind of things were you wanting to try.”
“Something quick…and messy,” he said, smirking, leading Zhou Mi back into one of the empty, lockable bathrooms. “Don’t want to get you fired, too.”
“If I go out in a different outfit, people will talk,” Zhou Mi managed to get out, as Kyuhyun began to kneel in front of him.
“Last chance,” he warned. “Unless this totally turns you off.”
Zhou Mi kicked aside the shoes he had been wearing, bending down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Kyuhyun’s lips.
“I haven’t found anything about you that turns me off yet,” Zhou Mi told him. Zhou Mi’s wig tickled him as he got down to Kyuhyun’s level. He ceased to care about it as he got one of Zhou Mi’s patented blows-his-knees-off kisses. Zhou Mi could talk, it was true, but it should be illegal to know how to decimate brain cells with a tongue like that. Maybe some of it was the part that he wanted Zhou Mi to absolute distraction. But that definitely wasn’t all.
“Okay, your dress covers too much,” Zhou Mi half whined into his shoulder.
“That’s not all,” he joked, laughing as Zhou Mi pushed at his fake breasts like he could feel what was underneath. “C’mon, get your skirt up, slowpoke.”
“You too,” Zhou Mi ordered.
He couldn’t take one part of Zhou Mi’s accessories. The makeup, the clothes, whatever, but he pulled off Zhou Mi’s wig to toss it aside, kneading his fingers as deep as he could into Zhou Mi’s real hair, a little sweaty from the cap. But it still made Zhou Mi moan into his mouth, returning the favor by pushing Kyuhyun’s wig off as well. He kissed pink smudges across Zhou Mi’s cheek, trying to use his knees and one hand to somehow get Zhou Mi’s skirt up, so he could even find where his underwear was. Zhou Mi felt the sheen of nylons made his legs look more feminine, so there was that to wrestle with also. Finally he found the waistbands, and Zhou Mi arched to assist him. Stroking Zhou Mi’s hips and moaning, as Zhou Mi kissed a wet path down his throat. Okay, he could see how this would be hot, sort of different and titillating. But the biggest thing in his mind, was that the clothes didn’t make Zhou Mi…Zhou Mi made them.
But he could do without the bouncing as their fake breasts banged off each other, really.
It took both of them to get Kyuhyun’s skirt up, but it was definitely Zhou Mi’s hand that worked down his underwear, seeming to enjoy watching Kyuhyun squirm.
“We don’t have forever,” he hissed, unable to stop himself from laughing as Zhou Mi nipped at his jaw. And it was proof that Zhou Mi knew him, that he kissed him to muffle the moan before running his thumb up the length of Kyuhyun’s finally-freed erection, stroking him. His hips rose futilely, begging Zhou Mi, with his kiss and his moans. Somehow he’d gotten his hand out of the forest of material, and he was having a problem getting it back in. He wasn’t even sure whose skirt he was hung up in, just that Zhou Mi was giggling at his attempts and his need. Okay, maybe not his need, because the hand on him hadn’t stopped, and Kyuhyun, giving up on getting a hand in their skirts, focused instead on dragging Zhou Mi’s hips to his.
Not that he didn’t appreciate Zhou Mi’s singular attention to his own needs, but this was a cooperative activity, and he wasn’t coming without Zhou Mi. And as he rocked his hips up, together they moved. It was a good thing, he thought, that they both had long fingers. Getting his hand up Zhou Mi’s thigh, he found Zhou Mi’s hand, wrapped around both of them.
“I’ll help you,” he murmured against Zhou Mi’s mouth. “And me.”
He had said quick and messy, and that was what it ended up being. How many kisses that they could steal, all but scenting each other as they kissed along jaws, cheeks, ears. Panting for each other, whispering for each other. Sex wasn’t happening, because they had nothing to use, and he wasn’t into pain by far. But it wasn’t like he could complain, having Zhou Mi rocking into both their hands, moaning against his mouth and face. Grunting his name as the pace went frantic.
“Kui Xian, I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” he ordered, and felt Zhou Mi buck against him.
It was him forcing Zhou Mi’s hand quicker, quicker, using the movement of Zhou Mi’s body to drive him to his own release, arching helplessly. The room could’ve gone dark and he wouldn’t have noticed, until he heard Zhou Mi’s whimper. He tangled their fingers together in the mess they had made. Just breathing as Zhou Mi’s “breasts” heaved into his.
“That wasn’t bad,” he said, musing out loud.
“Uh-uh,” Zhou Mi agreed.
“I think we could recreate that with no clothes just fine.” As Zhou Mi snorted into his shoulder, he made a thoughtful sound. “Yeah, you’re right, I guess we already have.”
Zhou Mi seemed content to be half squashing him, rhythmically squeezing Kyuhyun’s fingers every so often.
“You do know that work is waiting,” he whispered into Zhou Mi’s ear.
With a longsuffering sigh, Zhou Mi pushed himself upright. And Kyuhyun saw a product of their activities. Which was his lipstick, all over Zhou Mi’s face. He touched it with a fingertip, laughing.
“I think you got a full tube of lipstick on you,” he chortled.
Zhou Mi, hair mussed to the four winds, glared down at Kyuhyun with narrowed eyes. “Then you will love it when you see your face.”
He levered himself up far enough for one more kiss. “You’ve got a damsel in distress down here who needs to get put back together.”
“Do warrior princesses need help?” Zhou Mi teased.
“If it’s from a Zhou Mi.”
He accepted the towel Zhou Mi tossed on his head with grace, finally standing and trying to get his clothes in order.
“Do I look debauched?”
“That’s guaranteed,” Zhou Mi laughed. He was pretty sure the bra was totally out of alignment. But he sighed, and relaxed into Zhou Mi’s cuddle.
At least until he got his chin over Zhou Mi’s shoulder and saw his face in the mirror.
And then all Zhou Mi had to to was keep him from breaking a rib laughing as he saw the red smears all over his cheeks. That was proof of love right there.
So there had been a little teasing about them having to change their clothes, but not much. And there had been cake, for his last night of work, and hugs from all of his coworkers and his boss. Some still were grumbling about the bet, even as he made sure his locker was empty.
He mostly kept watching Zhou Mi, making sure he wasn’t getting teary or anything. But they’d had a while to get used to the idea, and they’d known it was coming. There were parts of it that he would miss. And the familiar scents of makeup and perfume, faded as the outer door closed behind him. But what it all came down to, the most important part of Satin for him was holding his hand, and going home with him.
***
It took him almost seven months to find just what he wanted to take home to Zhou Mi. He wasn’t exactly the most gifted in the gift-giving department, sort of crossing his fingers and hoping that Zhou Mi dropped a big enough hint. Like the fact that he wanted a new mp3 player the week before his birthday. Which Kyuhyun had been eternally grateful for, because the only thing he’d had his eye on had been little box set of a drama Zhou Mi had finished watching. It had seemed a little less than good enough.
The seed had been planted months before he actually figured out what to do, in a conversation that they had had about their childhoods. Talking of friends, and for Kyuhyun, siblings, pets. Zhou Mi, of course, had a photo album full of pictures of his parents, of him as a child with his dog. A gangly kid with his arms around his beloved pet, grinning set to break his face. Zhou Mi had almost smothered him for the sickening coos that had come out of his mouth.
It seemed appropriate that he found the gift for Zhou Mi one day coming home from work. Deviating his route because of some street maintenance, just minding his own business. And then he heard the yips coming from the open doorway. How many pet stores had he walked by in his lifetime without stopping? Probably too many to count. But not that day. Seeing the little apricot-colored reddish puppy, paws up against the glass display, yipping at him. A woman brushed by him before he realized he’d been standing there for several seconds just staring at the dog. The puppy seemed to sense his indecision, dropping down to run in circles as though that would bring him closer. It did, his hand touching the glass, both tiny paws trying to get at him through it.
He figured at that point in time, he had “sucker” written all over his face, as the lady inside popped out beside him to talk about the relative merits of all the dogs he could see. They were all cute, he was sure. But all he could see was the little dog trying so hard to get to him.
He smiled sheepishly at the woman. “Can I see this one?”
***
Getting up the stairs had been interesting, having his briefcase and a box of various puppy supplies under one arm, and the puppy in the other. He’d felt like he was the puppy by the time he’d handed over the money he’d retrieved to pay for everything, food, bowls, a collar and leash. Everything to get them established. Oh, and the house-training pads. Those had been fun.
“The first person you’ll see is Zhou Mi,” he told the puppy who was curled against the front of his shirt, inside his jacket. He was just fidgeting as they got through the interminable elevator ride. He couldn’t wait to just get there and see Zhou Mi’s reaction. “Technically you’re a gift for him, so remember that. He’s going to fall in love with you the second he sees your face, so I wouldn’t worry about that. No barking, no peeing everywhere, and we’ll all get along, okay? Okay.”
Somehow he got the box sat down beside the door without dropping anything, fishing for his key. He probably looked like a complete idiot whispering for the dog to be quiet as he walked in the door. Kind of standing there as Zhou Mi stared curiously at him from where he’d come out of the kitchen. He felt the puppy squirm, and knew that was the moment. Slowly pulling down the jacket zipper, exposing the fluffy, reddish head of the puppy trying to lick Kyuhyun’s fingers to the bone. He glanced from the dog to Zhou Mi, and saw that Zhou Mi’s hands were frozen in his towel, and his face still as well. Eyes locked on the puppy, until his mouth trembled open. And he looked to Kyuhyun with huge, almost wounded eyes. Like he was asking Kyuhyun if he’d found the dog in the hallway, if they had somewhere they had to give it back.
He got the whining dog solidly in both hands, supporting his back end as he held him toward Zhou Mi.
“He’s yours,” he said, smiling at Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi, he swore, almost melted in adoration right on the spot. Hopefully some of that was for him and not just for the puppy.
“Mine?” he was asked, as though needing reassurance that the wriggling canine was theirs. Technically Zhou Mi’s. Technically a birthday gift, or an anniversary gift or something. But Zhou Mi’s hands curled around the wriggling dog and sealed the deal.
The puppy attacked Zhou Mi’s face with kisses, and Zhou Mi was pressing decidedly more human ones right back to the curly hair. Zhou Mi was cooing or whining both, but dog and man were making about the same noise as they loved all over each other. He spared a moment to drag in the box of supplies before someone took it for garbage, and just stood there feeling like his buttons were going to pop with pride. It took him a while, but man, he did good.
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi whispered kind of brokenly, stepping forward to hold him a little damply. The puppy was clearly delighted to be in a Kyu and Mi sandwich, probably even licking at Zhou Mi’s tears.
“You like him?” he asked, petting Zhou Mi’s hair.
“He’s adorable. Amazing. You’re amazing. Kui Xian… Were you planning this?”
Ooh, busted.
“Not exactly. I walked a different way today, and saw him in the store, and he was dancing around begging to come home to you.”
Zhou Mi laughed, jostling both him and the puppy.
“Then he was meant for us,” Zhou Mi said firmly. “He knew you when he saw you.”
“Why don’t we let him explore his new home?” he suggested. Not without selfishness. He wanted to get his mouth on Zhou Mi’s for a moment without fearing a puppy tongue between them.
The puppy scrambled away immediately, sniffing and trotting around, not deviating far from their feet as he explored. And he got that kiss, hoping the spit wasn’t the dog’s.
“I love you, Kui Xian. So much.”
“I probably should’ve asked you first, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t leave him there.”
Zhou Mi kissed him, achingly sweet. “He really is our dog.”
Speaking of the dog. He looked down just in time to see the puppy hiking a leg.
“Not the new couch!” he yelped. “Get the pads! In the box! Zhou Mi, stop laughing!”
It was chaos, but it was theirs.
***
And he very much was their dog, all put out when he couldn’t lay exactly between their legs for maximum attention exposure, or spread across their laps for belly rubs, all stupid with happiness. Dancing in his kitchen exile after they both came home from being gone, to get them to come release him. He slept in the kitchen, too, because Zhou Mi had suggested that maybe the dog could sleep on the bed just once? And he knew that was a slippery slope he wasn’t going down. Humans on the bed, dog in his very fashionable, plaid, plush doggy bed. And Zhou Mi got to buy the dog clothes, too, in case anyone wondered just how much he scooted into their lives.
Straining at his leash when they walked him in the nearby park, dashing around their legs so fast that they’d have fallen if they hadn’t seen it coming. Tied together by a peacock blue dog leash. They got a lot of laughs out of the poor dog, whether he was masterfully trying to wrestle Kyuhyun’s shoe to death as they sat on the grass, or had his hind leg spasming as they scratched him to glee. Or the fact that he liked girls. All sorts of them. Young girls, old women, young women. If the dog hadn’t weighed less than Kyuhyun’s briefcase, they’d have had a problem as he veered, darted, growled and whined, to get after every female they encountered.
“I would pick a dog who likes girls,” Kyuhyun lamented. “He's your dog.”
“I don't tell him to run after girls!”
Kyuhyun laughed as he picked up the puppy so they could cross the street. “I could say something about that, but I won't.”
“What are you saying, Kui Xian? I am not even remotely girly.”
“Maybe he gets confused by the creams you slather on us, and thinks his dad is walking away from him.”
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi said, sounding rather put out.
“Hey, it's not like I'm complaining. Just as long as he doesn't bring his girlfriends home with him.”
Zhou Mi just laughed and nudged him along.
When Zhou Mi was off working, he and the dog had very serious chats. This was a couch, and not a bathroom. The edge of their bed, or the dining table, either. Zhou Mi had dubbed him the “Pee-minator” with his dog-cleaning-up-after supply kit. And he grumbled and complained, but he really didn’t mean it as both Zhou Mi and the dog Zhou Mi held made sad faces at him.
Zhou Mi just had a history of attracting troublemaking tenants, that was all. Him included.
***
He got a few whistles walking in the door of Satin with his work suit on, and he waved them off good-naturedly. The men still treated him like he was one of their own, even joking that they’d keep an eye on Zhou Mi for him. Zhou Mi could keep a good eye on himself, he figured. And all he wanted right then was his own eyes on Zhou Mi. He waited to the side, waiting to see which dressing room Zhou Mi was going to emerge from. He wasn’t hard to spot when he did, with his wig and makeup already done, and the rather stunning blue dress. He knew the exact second that Zhou Mi spotted him, because his smile was just that quick, beaming welcome at him without reserve. If he had any doubts in the time they had been together that he was loved, wanted, needed, it wasn’t because Zhou Mi had made him think it.
“Kui Xian! Is everything okay?”
They moved back, not quite in the middle of things, before Zhou Mi kissed him in greeting. It’d been a long time since he’d gotten a kiss. About nine hours, so he made the most of it.
“Everything is great. Just got off work so I wanted see if you wanted to have a snack when you’re done.”
“You could’ve called,” Zhou Mi said, laughing at him.
He just sort of thinned his lips and let Zhou Mi know he knew he was being made fun of. “A call doesn’t come with a kiss.”
Zhou Mi gave him another for his trouble. “What did you want to eat then?”
“It’s up to you,” he said.
“Cake?”
He tried to pinch Zhou Mi’s stomach and failed. “I have chocolate cake thighs, you monster.”
Zhou Mi all but bubbled with amusement, leaning in to whisper, “For me?”
“You know it,” he said. Dessert with Zhou Mi, freshly scrubbed, smiling at him over a mountain of fudgy confection was a good prospect. They talked work, their families, word games, his games, games he was excited to get his hands on. Dramas and books, and movies they’d seen together, and what they needed to buy on the way home so they could eat dinner the next day. (And they did still have an extra roll of toilet paper, right? Good.) As their six month anniversary came and went, and the year anniversary as well. Not only a new couch, but one he himself had picked out. And yes, they had christened that one, too. And so had their little four-legged child that Kyuhyun was still working on housebreaking. The poor couch.
And Kyuhyun, he was so fine, Zhou Mi still couldn’t keep his lips off of him, he thought, not exactly trying to get away.
“Go, get to work, so you can afford to buy me dessert,” he said, stealing one last kiss.
“See you later then,” Zhou Mi murmured. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” He contemplated patting Zhou Mi’s butt as he walked to his dressing table, but restrained himself. “Hey, Mi?”
He waited until Zhou Mi looked up at him, all wondering eyes at what Kyuhyun needed.
“Nice dress.”
Zhou Mi was caught between preening and waving him away in embarrassment. He grinned to see it, making waggly eyebrows at the man he figured he was pretty stuck on and stuck with. Or was stuck with him, maybe that was the way it was.
Zhou Mi waved the gloves he'd taken out at him, in salute and farewell. And he waved back, pausing before he turned for the door. Watching Zhou Mi's smile as he covered his hands with black satin.
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A/N~ This began as a cheering-up effort, despite all my reservations to the contrary. Crossdressing wasn’t my kink, I kept saying. I had a really hard time imagining Zhou Mi in the clothes, and hey, it took a while. But the story became about something more than the clothes they put on at work, so I learned something, too. Even through the frustrations and neuroses, hope and fear, they found that good thing in each other. It’s not always easy, quick, or cheery, but there are those times when it is well worth all the effort. It gives me real joy to read through this ending, even as it makes me sad to leave them behind. But that feeling is quite familiar to me. And as I always tend to say, there is always the next story. I have at least three or four possibilities at the moment, so we’ll see what way the wind takes me. :) Thanks as always go to
wobaozhewo for sharp eyes and voice of sanity~ I started it mid-March, and it ended at about 68,500 words.
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Date: 2010-07-12 01:18 am (UTC):D
That is all.
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Date: 2010-07-14 03:30 am (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it~
Thank you so much~! <3