[Fic] Just Pretend - 1/2
Title: Just Pretend
Pairing: Suho/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, escort fic, fluff
Warnings: sexual situations, sex for money, rimming
Summary: The prospect earning money for doing nothing would have certainly thrilled him, if he’d been facing down one slightly grumpy version of himself in a hotel room.
***
Joonmyun had no idea how he’d gotten himself in that position. A night or two away, they said. You make us tired just looking at you, they said even louder. They stole his laptop and his phone, and left him outside a hotel with a key card, a bag packed with books and new underwear, and a couple of changes of his clothes from who knew where.
Six hours after checking in, he was on his back, on his hotel bed, being fucked by a strange man. A stranger, not strange. Strange only in that he’d showed up at Joonmyun’s door with twisting smile, and a video from his friends. A video detailing that Kai was their gift to him, and to take it.
His gift was to be fucked brainless.
He’d been sucked hard, fucked by Kai’s fingers until he’d had little to do but gasp as Kai pushed into him.
He’d turned Kai down, he’d been so sure of that.
That didn’t explain why he was naked or why his skin felt like the surface of the sun, or why Kai’s fingers were playing a symphony over his cock. He couldn’t catch his breath. When he thought he caught Kai’s rhythm, it changed. He was left grasping at the cover, holding himself from the headboard from Kai’s relentless hips.
Kai’s lip was curled almost in a snarl as he focused, and Joonmyun keened. That wet torso, toned shoulders. Like every wet dream come to life.
Some orgasms he had to reach for, like something just behind his fingertips. Some exploded on him.
As Kai’s cock slid in, and his fingers squeezed up, Joonmyun’s whole body convulsed. His lungs filled with air in tiny gasps as he came over Kai’s fist, the quickened strokes leaving him blind as his body pulsed and his head thrashed.
That was fantastic. But the next best thing had been when he’d opened his eyes to several nearly delicate grunts, coinciding with the movement Kai’s hips. He saw the exact moment that Kai’s head fell back, using Joonmyun’s body shamelessly to get his own pleasure. It made him wish he was still on the edge, so he could have come just watching.
If he were an artist, he would have called it “Male, Mid-Orgasm.” Kai’s parted lips, the length of his neck, the glisten on his chest and stomach.
Joonmyun’s eyes followed the faint hair down from Kai’s belly button, imagined following it with his mouth.
There were any number of things he could say about himself, but he gave great head.
Not that he was sure that Kai was going to find out.
He had said no?
***
Actually, what’d really said was, “No, thank you.”
And then, “Looks like you’ve earned yourself some free time, Mr. Kai.”
He’d expected that to be that, really. The prospect earning money for doing nothing would have certainly thrilled him, if he’d been facing down one slightly grumpy version of himself in a hotel room. But the man who greeted him didn’t seem to think so.
“Just Kai. I know some people are kind of touchy on this kind of thing. Against your morals, or you think I’m down on my luck and you’re exploiting me. But it’s not wrong.”
Joonmyun just shook his head.
“You look really tense. Let me rub you down before I go.”
Joonmyun scowled at him. “Is this some kind of bad porn? Do you think I don’t know what that leads to? Oh, just turn over and let me touch you somewhere else.”
Kai laughed, and his whole face changed. Gone was the smirking, confident sex-god, and in his place someone who looked terribly young and amused.
He could’ve called security and said a strange man had forced himself into his hotel room. He also could have been very firm, apologetic but firm, that he wasn’t interested and please go. And that of course meant sitting across the table and offering Kai water, and talking to him for an hour. In a strange way he sort of hoped to trick Kai into forgetting what he was apparently there for. He didn’t bother asking Kai why he seemed to be there, willing to sleep with Joonmyun for whatever his friends had paid. For one thing, it seemed kind of intrusive. He probably didn’t want to know, probably, but it wasn’t his business.
Kai rose, poking at the mattress in the room with a finger, before flopping back onto it.
“Nice bed.”
“Yeah. It’s a nice- I don’t- Kai.”
Perhaps his slightly exasperated tone would do what his words could not.
“You don’t find me attractive?”
Joonmyun absolutely did not, would not give Kai the satisfaction of looking him over. Of course, stretched out on his side with his lips curved, he looked appealing.
“That isn’t the point.”
“Then yes,” Kai said, and stood.
For a moment, Joonmyun actually thought he’d won the battle. For a moment, he felt a twinge as Kai stretched, baring his stomach.
And then Kai was kneeling in front of him.
Hands on his thighs, rubbing as Kai looked up at him. He didn’t even have to speak, his hands stroking Joonmyun from knee almost to his hip and back again. Had he said no? Joonmyun inhaled, meeting Kai’s eyes for perhaps the longest ten seconds of Joonmyun’s life. Somewhere in there, he found it in himself to say yes.
He knew Kai could feel he was getting hard when he cupped him through his dress pants.
Joonmyun opened the condom himself, a challenge in Kai’s eyes. He was not being coerced, but making a choice. His body, at least, had made a huge choice. As Kai helped him roll it on, he made another choice. Just this, perhaps.
“Smile,” Kai said, and Joonmyun’s face twitched in reflex.
Oh, he wanted.
He watched, gaping as Kai smiled, and then as full lips pressed down around his erection. There was no friction, only warmth. Nothing for his body to clutch like it did except for knowing, seeing, feeling a man was soon to be sucking him off.
The closest he’d been to a one night stand was getting off by rubbing against someone in a club. He’d gone home stinking and sticky and then realized no one believed he’d done it. All of his other sexual encounters had been people he’d dated. He imagined Kai was his boyfriend, meeting him for some clandestine weekend getaway, happy to see him, to please him.
And that was what made him come.
***
Joonmyun didn’t sleep, not really. Kai had shoved his knee enough to make him stand, collapsing onto the bed with hastily buttoned pants. It felt like his whole spine unwillingly stretched, aft first with pain and then relief as Kai flopped beside him. He almost reached out to protect himself, like Kai was going to attack him, until he realized Kai was relaxing too. So he may have thought about what happened, and what he was supposed to to do next, and maybe his eyes closed between those two things, but it seemed like Kai’s did too.
“You haven’t done that much have you,” Kai said, poking at the pattern on Joonmyun’s shirt, after Joonmyun shifted a little.
“What?” Joonmyun asked, his voice flat.
Kai laughed at him, which only ruffled Joonmyun’s feathers more as Kai waved a hand between them as though to say Joonmyun had him wrong.
“No, I mean strangers sucking you. Not guys in general, or your lasting power. Maybe you get it all the time.”
“Given what my friends told you, you know it’s been a while,” Joonmyun retorted, not sure if he was more miffed with his friends or with Kai. “Does it matter?”
Kai’s shoulder jerked. “Not really. Was it good?”
He was fishing for compliments, Joonmyun thought, pressing his cheek down harder into his knuckles to try and buy himself some thinking time. “I don’t have any complaints.”
He could’ve made noises about how he’d wanted Kai to go, and not wanting it at all, but it wasn’t true, and at that point was old news. He’d made his decision.
“So, thanks,” Joonmyun tacked on after a moment. Maybe Kai’d feel his duty was done, or maybe that was all he’d come to do. Joonmyun wouldn’t have argued if that had been the case - he certainly didn’t want Kai there if he didn’t want to be there. But the way that Kai was utterly relaxed told him a different tale.
“No complaints,” Kai echoed, flicking his nail at one of Joonmyun’s shirt buttons. “Not too big, not too small. Just right.”
Those last words were drawn out, Joonmyun’s focus moving to Kai’s lips. He was pretty sure that had been a joke, but that didn’t keep him from wondering if Kai’s mouth tasted like the condom, or of something else. Kissing was probably too personal, though Kai had a mouth that seemed pretty perfect for a lot of things.
Again, the corner of Kai’s mouth twitched. “Why don’t I rub you down like I offered before? You can even leave your shirt on.”
Joonmyun’s eyebrow rose. “Is this where you tell me that no one turns down a massage?”
So apparently no one who knew the strength of Kai’s thumbs would turn down a massage. Joonmyun didn’t realize how much tension he was carrying until it was being rubbed and kneaded out of him - getting blown had only been the start of it. The first couple of minutes were the worst, his muscles screaming at even light pressure.
Kai’s “You really are tense, huh?” wasn’t helping him relax, but it was mostly inevitable, humming as Kai hit a sweet spot and turned him into jelly on the bed. Little groans couldn’t be held in, no matter what he tried, and he gave up.
“Just relax,” Kai said, his thumbs digging into the back of Joonmyun’s shoulders.
That wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was that Kai had gotten so close to Joonmyun’s hips, and every - deliberate - shift of Kai’s weight was grinding Joonmyun’s hips into the mattress. The knowledge a hot guy was touching him, in bed with him, didn’t help that either.
“This is not different than I said it was going to be,” Joonmyun said, grimacing lightly as his cock throbbed in time with Kai’s squeezing hands.
“Really?” All that false surprise. “How sensitive are you? Are you ticklish?”
“Please don’t test that,” Joonmyun said, horrified at the thought of cracking up and trying to squirm away like a fish on a line. He was trying to retain some shreds of his dignity at least. Some.
“Which do you like getting better, getting fucked or fucking?”
Joonmyun was proud of himself that he didn’t tense up at the question. Professional interest maybe. Who knew.
“Either. Both. Depends on the other person. Can suck either way, if it’s the wrong guy.”
Kai laughed, a low rolling sound that had tingles spreading over his shoulders. “Yeah, I get that. You have a great ass.”
It was a quick adjustment of his flushing cheek until he could answer. “Thanks.”
He just wasn’t sure if Kai meant that as a prelude, if Kai was going to try turning him, working at his clothes, grinding them together. He couldn’t tell if Kai was turned on, but just imagining he was had his breath picking up.
Joonmyun startled as Kai’s hands lifted and the bed shook, looking over as Kai settled beside him, relaxing against the pillows. Kai just stared back, and Joonmyun hoped he didn’t look somehow betrayed.
“What? Not what you were expecting?”
Joonmyun let his chin rest on his arm. “I guess I expected you to be pushier.”
“I don’t fuck people who don’t want to be fucked,” Kai told him. “Most people like getting blown, more or less. If you want more, I want know what you want.”
“Yeah, I did like that,” Joonmyun said, and they shared a chuckle.
His eyes caught at Kai’s hip, the arm there, and at the very obvious pressure against the front of his pants.
“You liked this?” he asked, though it seemed obvious. Kai just wasn’t the only one who wanted to know things.
Kai smirked down at him. “You make some nice sounds.”
Fair was fair then, as he turned over. He wasn’t sure who was harder, but there certainly was no hiding it.
“There was a reason for that. If you’re up for- If you’re wanting more, I am too,” Joonmyun said, keeping talking even as Kai’s smirk threatened to get out of control.
“You want me to fuck you?”
Joonmyun considered his life and his priorities, running through a catalogue of objections, all the ones he’d had right up front when he’d answered the door and tried to send Kai away. Those seemed less than compelling when he was turned on, and Kai was there and willing, and - most importantly to his mind - wanting, too. It seemed rude to send Kai away without him getting any fulfillment out of it, and even as he thought that he winced. For all he knew Kai was a deviant who’d tie him up in bed and leave him with scars. But he didn’t think so. His judgements about people were generally pretty solid. Ones made while hard probably less so.
“Or you could fuck me,” Kai offered, when Joonmyun’s pause stretched too long.
“No. No. I want. No. You should do it. That’s what I want, if you want,” Joonmyun said, his mouth taking off ahead of him. And with great luck, saying exactly what it was he wanted.
“Okay,” Kai said, leaning in closer and meeting Joonmyun’s eyes. “You want me to get on top of you and fuck you until you come all over the sheets? Or bend you in half and fuck your mouth with my tongue while you come because of my cock? Your choice.”
Joonmyun scoffed out half a laugh, too startled to do anything else. His choice. He could say please, or anything else for that matter.
But he stared at Kai’s lips, and he got what he asked for. The kiss was not tentative, but searching at first, how to line up lips and noses, how to press without hurting each other. How to press to please. Because no matter why Kai was there, he was in it fully or not at all. If he could have conveyed that fully in a kiss, he certainly tried, urging Kai into him, to kiss him and move with him. Kai moaned, a sound that sent want straight through his body, as Joonmyun’s fingers dug into his shoulder. He got to feel Kai above him, to feel Kai’s shoulders beneath his arms and the brush of bodies together.
“Or we could just rut and be done,” Kai mumbled. But he shook his head, pulling back from Joonmyun’s mouth. “Clothes first. I’ll get a condom. And lube.”
He shoved a hand down and pinched Joonmyun’s butt as he got up, making Joonmyun squeak and huff. But at the same time he was unbuttoning his hastily closed pants, shoving them down his thighs. They’d only just cleared his knees when he felt Kai come up beside him - pulling with him for a moment until his pants were gone, leaving him in his socks, and briefs and shirt.
“Nice legs,” Kai said, baring his teeth in a grin.
“Let’s see yours,” Joonmyun retorted, mostly to keep himself from brining up a knee and trying to shield himself from Kai’s eyes.
But watching was worse. Better, he meant. Better. Because instead of bucking around on the bed to get his pants off, Kai did it with subtle rolls of his hips, catching Joonmyun’s eye with each motion. Every inch of thigh as they were revealed, his underwear mostly hidden by his shirt, made saliva pool in Joonmyun’s mouth. Knees, calves. Joonmyun gulped, Kai’s hand planting itself on Joonmyun’s thigh as he stepped out of the puddle of cloth, one leg at a time. And he watched, licking his lips and breathless as Kai then hooked his thumbs in his dark blue underwear and just waited for a moment. Joonmyun raised an eyebrow at him, and Kai’s smile did more to stun him than any display of skin could have.
Though as Kai’s underwear slid down his legs, Joonmyun wasn’t making any promises.
And for himself, there was not much Kai hadn’t seen, so wriggling out of his own briefs felt anticlimactic to the show he’d just been privy to. But at the same time, being exposed felt sort of deliciously bad, knowing what he was waiting for. He couldn’t even reason that his jitters were because they were strangers, that they were there because he had no feelings for Kai. Somewhere between Kai being at the door, and Kai kneeling, and Kai leaning in to kiss him, Joonmyun had fallen in to some kind of clutching hope. He wasn’t sure for what exactly since he certainly did not expect Kai to fall in love with him, but there was so much else that could be, so much that pressed out against his chest with his anticipation and anxiety.
He was getting laid, with a guy who already was littering the sheet beside him with condoms, a bottle of lube hitting his hip and sliding down as Kai climbed over him.
Joonmyun lifted his head, moaning into the kiss as Kai began to undo the buttons that Joonmyun had missed. They sat up together, kisses sloppy in between struggling Joonmyun’s undershirt over his head, and then Kai’s. He did that himself, tugging and revealing warm skin, broad chest. He spread his hands against it, cloth forgotten, his mouth open against Kai as Kai wound around him. He’d forgotten what control was, pressed back into the mattress with Kai’s heat above him, and the sensual rocking of his hips. Some of the kisses were too hard, but they were so eager, so encompassing.
“You look well-kissed,” Kai almost whispered, pushing himself up.
Joonmyun kept his eyes on Kai’s mouth, reddened and wet. He’d done his own damage, and he grinned at Kai to let him know it. But all his bravado was almost negated as a shiver zipped down his spine at the sound of a cap opening.
“You can pretend you didn’t feel that,” Joonmyun said, lips trembling and trying not to curl up.
“But why?” Kai teased, and kissed him again. And again. There were lips on his neck at the first touch of Kai’s slick fingers, teeth smoothing over his collarbone while he gasped at the gentle massage that only made him want more. The lube was warm when Kai pressed a finger into him, and he nearly choked trying to inhale and swallow. Kai’s hair was so soft as his hand curled into it, and his body warred between feeling the finger sliding deeper and the lips and tongue worrying his nipples. He wasn’t sure how much he could take before it got to be too much.
But Kai was not dallying. Maybe it was the way Joonmyun was hissing between his teeth, or the death grip he had on Kai’s hair as Kai teased him with another finger. He went lax, gasped, and struggled - but it wasn’t to get away.
“What do you want? Or are you going to come before I even-“
The growl sounded a little less than threatening, which was closer to what he was going for. But Kai got the point. Joonmyun watched, widening his knees as Kai flipped a condom wrapper off his fingers and lubed it before finally rolling it on.
“Do you-
“Yes,” Joonmyun said, cutting off any question that Kai might have had short of if Kai was asking if he wanted to stop. “Yes. Yes.”
He kept saying it against Kai’s mouth, an arm around his neck. Kai pressed into him, slow, steady, making them both groan when he pulled back and slid further.
“Good?”
Real, something he could feel, something not his fingers, not Kai’s. Yeah, it was good.
“Yeah,” he huffed out.
“Good,” Kai said. “Because you know, I’d have gotten on my knees for you. I don’t have to enjoy it.”
Joonmyun grasped at rational thought, between the wiggle of Kai’s hips and the way he was being touched.
“Why?”
“Why what?” Kai asked, fingers teasing between Joonmyun’s collarbones.
No. There it was. He’d been so focused on Kai, so focused on how good he felt, he’d let worry slip away. “Why wouldn’t you enjoy it? Isn’t that the point of sex, enjoying it together?”
“Not for everyone.”
“It is for me,” Joonmyun said, voice firm. “If you don’t- If this isn’t-“
“Hey,” Kai said, and waited until Joonmyun met his eyes. Joonmyun inhaled sharply as Kai slid deeper. “I don’t know if you could tell, but I’m into this.”
“Oh.”
“I’m into guys like you, who like to get fucked, who want me to enjoy with them,” Kai said, making him moan, almost terrifyingly aroused as Kai kissed his neck and sucked on his Adam’s apple.
“Just you and me,” Kai huffed against him.
He was glad Kai wanted it. Glad he was enjoying it. Going out of his head because Kai was touching him, sucking on his neck, lifting his hips and moving him.
“If fucking an escort doesn’t get you off, pretend I’m the guy you come home to,” Kai said. “Walking in the door and kissing so you almost forget dinner, up against the door, filthy like you’d been missing me all day.”
Much as his thumbs had earlier, Kai’s words pressed deep, hurting, releasing something from deep in his chest he hadn’t realize he’d been harboring until he was pulling Kai in, kissing him. They traded slow, hot, searching kisses, moaning against each other with every meeting of their hips. It might have been hours, or it might have been days, until he was gasping, sweating, desperate.
“Joonmyun,” Kai groaned. And again. And again, until when he came, it was to the sound of his name on Kai’s lips. He was only able to moan as Kai huffed into his neck, stroking Kai’s back with a numb hand.
In his mind, he’d have turned off all the lights with his mind and just lapsed right out of consciousness. As it turned out, getting up to clean up and brush his teeth was a good plan. Kai was already half asleep, having made it to the bathroom first, and Joonmyun didn’t really have the heart to make him move, much less leave. So he had a partner for sleeping as well, it seemed. One that seemed to be sleeping quietly, at least.
Kai, Joonmyun theorized as he stared at the ceiling and rotated his ankles, was very good at reading people.
***
When Joonmyun woke, it was morning-ish. He’d woken up at least twice in the middle of the night quite viscerally aware that there was a man in his bed, before carefully turning over and willing himself back to sleep. Maybe he’d spent a decent five minutes during one of those times wondering if it was going to be weird, or if Kai was going to wake him up with a blow job, or he’d be gone, or robbed, or dead.
Perfect stranger. Perfect stranger who’d kissed Joonmyun’s mouth and laughed at him as though they’d known each other years. It was less out of reckless disregard for his life that he went back to sleep, and more because his default answer to Kai being a murderer was if his friends had hired him, they’d know where to point the police. And with luck his parents would never find out that he’d been fucked by an escort hours before his untimely demise.
But he woke up without any harm to his person, short of the slight and mostly nice discomfort that his ass was feeling. He also woke to Kai sitting beside him with a pair of black briefs on, thumbing through his phone. He waited one second for embarrassment to come through, like it was pragmatic or something, but the only two people in the room had had sex with each other and therefore had only so much shame they could cast. And he wasn’t sure why he was framing his thoughts as though he wasn’t part of the equation. Embarrassment got a pass, then.
“Morning,” Joonmyun croaked, as though it could be a surprise that he was awake considering he’d just risen from under the covers like the Loch Ness monster.
Given that Joonmyun had nearly hermetically sealed the room against anything, especially light, it was a wonder they could see each other. Actually there was a beam of light, cutting right across Kai’s thighs, and highlighting the sparse hair there. He wanted to pet. And he got very still, when Kai leaned in close.
“Good morning. I’m hungry.”
It took three full seconds to realize that there wasn’t a double meaning to Kai’s words, and that he was actually hungry. As in, he’d been waiting for Joonmyun to resurrect himself so they could indulge in sustenance. His stomach decided to chime in on the topic, like a friend telling a secret, and Kai just chuckled.
“There should be a room service menu,” Joonmyun said, belatedly realizing he was naked before fishing for his discarded pants and doing his best not to awkwardly hop into them.
“Yeah, I found it on the table,” Kai said. “I wrote down what I wanted on the paper tucked into it.”
Joonmyun for one moment wondered if that was some kind of expense he was supposed to bill for, and then concluded that he was more or less using Kai’s body so he could probably stand paying for a few meals. It wasn’t like he was paying Kai. Or was he supposed to tip. Maybe meals counted as tips.
All of that circled his head as he made the call to room service. He made Kai’s order and his own, eyeballing the time and deciding he had enough time to hop in the shower before the food arrived.
Kai was half dozing when Joonmyun poked him, pulling at his arm.
“You showered,” Kai said.
“I did. The food is almost here.” Joonmyun cleared his throat. “Maybe you can wait in the bathroom.”
Kai didn’t react as though that was the weirdest request he’d ever gotten, just standing all lean and… Joonmyun shook his head. Sure, he’d ordered two breakfasts, but having a guy lounging in their underwear was a little different. Room service could imagine who the food was for. Or perhaps Joonmyun was just exceptionally hungry.
“Is it safe?” Kai asked, sounding a bit amused after the door had closed with the food temptingly in the room.
“Yeah,” Joonmyun said, sagging against the wall beside the bathroom door. “Sorry about that. I didn’t think. I-“
“Don’t worry about it,” Kai said, patting at Joonmyun’s shoulder. And then he leaned in, pressing his lips very precisely against Joonmyun’s. “Anything for food.”
For some reason that made him grin, knuckling Kai’s side and letting Kai choose which seat to take as they dug into their meals.
***
“Do your friends try to get you laid a lot?”
Joonmyun was sprawled, not boneless but close, on the bed after Kai had done his worst- by which he meant best - attempt at fucking Joonmyun through the mattress again, and possibly all the way to the earth’s core.
“Usually in less direct ways,” Joonmyun told the ceiling.
Also without spending money. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud, since it was obvious, and it was a jerky thing to say. It had been easy to fall back into bed with Kai, and it wasn’t because of some kind of fabulous seduction techniques. Sure, maybe he’d stared at Kai’s back as he’d stretched, and then he’d stared as Kai sat on the bed and asked Joonmyun what he was up for. All of that had been good.
His ass throbbed, not to mention his cock - Kai’s hands, really, really great hands - and so did a spot on his neck that he was sure was going to bruise. His lips, had he had the strength to reach up and touch them, probably were tender, too.
“Ready for round two?”
“Don’t even think of touching me,” he warned, letting his fist half curl, which was negated by the noodley way his arm flopped.
“I guess I did good then. It wasn’t too much?”
“I hope the “please don’t stop” gave you indications of that,” Joonmyun said, the words even tasting wry as he chuckled with Kai.
Kai had strung him out, head bobbing on Joonmyun’s condom-covered cock, making so many interesting, wet noises. The feel of him swallowing, the pressure as he pulled off, and the battery of his tongue. He’d gotten Joonmyun so close, only to ease away, kissing patterns on Joonmyun’s thighs and belly. And he’d thought that Kai’s fingers had been a help, sliding into him and making his thighs fall slack, but it turned out they’d only been a tease- and a prelude.
He looked over at Kai, his eyes that were a bit sleepy, the way his lips parted. Silky hair curling over his forehead and temple that Joonmyun wanted to smooth back.
“What?” Kai asked, realizing he was being looked at. And his squirm and the duck of his head was a bit bashful, and Joonmyun’s heart squeezed a bit. It was cute, but not out of the element they were in, squeezed between sheets that smelled of come and who knew what else. It took a hard swallow and a couple of cleansing breaths to let the revelation through - Joonmyun could do anonymous sex, but casual perhaps not. He’d known Kai for eighteen hours, give or take, and he was already wondering how to make Kai squirm and smile, how to get another laugh. One encounter wouldn’t let him get to know mannerisms and likes, not like he knew the way Kai sighed when his neck was kissed, or how he smiled against Joonmyun’s lips. Getting his feelings involved wasn’t going to help anything. They had another day, if that. One night would’ve been kinder.
And his internal warm feelings cooled when he realized Kai might not even be his real name. The things Joonmyun thought he knew could be just as fake as that.
He pushed himself up, washing up and putting on real clothes. At least then he felt as though he had real armor on, even with Kai’s eyes on him. And he just needed to get away if only for a few minutes.
“I’m going to go take a walk real quick, and then we’ll order lunch when I get back,” Joonmyun said.
It was probably rude not to invite Kai along, but in that instance he needed that time more than he needed to be polite. He just barely remembered his key card, slipping out into the hallway and letting all his muscles stretch out a bit just walking out in front of the hotel a block or so and back. There was foot traffic, and cars, and it was all so blissfully normal. He stopped into a coffee shop, buying a hot chocolate and a latte, figuring he would drink whichever Kai didn’t want. Or he’d drink both. But his conscience wouldn’t let him go back empty handed, even wondering what they would do the rest of the day. Not that the thought of more sex was off-putting to him, but there was half a day sprawling in front of them and he wasn’t a machine.
When he got into the room, Kai was lounging on the bed in nothing but a towel, staring up at him with his phone in both hands.
Joonmyun held out both cups he held as offering.
***
Even with the zing of the latte in his veins, it was still easy to relax. He stripped himself down to soft shorts, and called in their lunch orders. When room service knocked on the door, Kai had slipped into the bathroom without hesitation or Joonmyun having to ask him to. It was easy to while away the meal with small talk, discussing movies or sports, trading school horror stories that had them both laughing into their plates. He watched as Kai threaded fries into his mouth, snagging a couple for himself and offering Kai half of his bread. It was neither overly comfortable, or in any way awkward. Instead, there was a level of ease there of both of them having enough thoughts to share, even if he had to nudge Kai along a couple of times.
And the problem of time was easily solved, as they lazed on the bed watching a movie that Kai had found on the TV. Part of that he might have slept through, but he wasn’t entirely certain that Kai hadn’t either, when he got a sleepy smile.
And he had to shove down that strange sensation in his heart again.
***
Trust me, Kai told him. Which he did mostly, more so after a day and waking up intact. His wallet was still in his pants pocket, and Kai was still there, and Joonmyun ended up in the shower again with hot water beating down on the back of his shoulders and his head resting against Kai’s back. More relaxation after movie and nap time wasn’t exactly what he needed, but it gave him time to start clearing his brain from being fuzzy.
So he stood on his own power as Kai lathered his hair. For a second Kai almost looked like he was tempted to go in for a kiss, but the possible taste of suds and Joonmyun hoped the possibility of soap suds in his eyes deterred the thought.
Kai did that well, really. From the massage the night before to the fingers on his scalp, he felt very taken care of. It was more than he got from people he’d dated, even if Joonmyun knew it was leading to something else. It was the contact and the warmth, and hissing as Kai laughed at his scrunched up face. Kai didn’t ask for him to return the favor, even though Joonmyun was tempted. He did, however, tangle their fingers together as Kai rinsed his hair, stealing a damp, water-flavored kiss. But that didn’t keep him from squirming as Kai stopped just short of fingering him.
“You’re really sensitive there, aren’t you?”
Joonmyun held himself from rolling his eyes. Kai would know by then he hoped. “Isn’t everyone?”
“No. Not everyone. It’s like you’re trying to draw me in again.”
“Kai.”
“Hand me the soap.”
Joonmyun did, and tried not to hold his breath or jerk away as Kai used first the wash cloth to rub and tease and then his fingertips to rinse him. He was still tender, humming between his teeth as soapy cloth rubbed against his still-tender ass. Even his hairy eyeball didn’t stop Kai, and Joonmyun relaxed into it after a moment. One thing they were not doing, and he was absolutely certain about that, was having sex in the shower. He didn’t want to break something slipping and falling, and unless Kai had some kind of sleight of hand, they had no condoms or anything else to use. So he was safe, he thought, with a man who seemed to be very, very interested in the cleanliness of his body.
“There,” Kai said near Joonmyun’s shoulder. “All clean for me.”
“What?”
“Has anyone ever used their tongue on you?”
Joonmyun lifted his head, staring Kai straight in the eye. “What? No!”
“They will today,” Kai said. “If you want. I think you’ll like it.”
“What? Kai-“
He was nudged up against the wall furthest from the water’s spray, and Kai kissed the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
He was worrying about everything. Like slipping as Kai’s hands gripped his hips and used them to steady himself. Or keeping steady as Kai pulled him back and used his fingers to bare-
He gasped at the first press of Kai’s tongue. It started almost at his perineum, continued, swirling until Joonmyun gasped again and kept going. It was different than Kai’s fingers and it was different than Kai’s cock. Soothing, textured, prodding, teasing. Like Kai was kissing him, urging his response.
His eyes flew open, imagining Kai’s kisses. Not after that. No.
“Hey, relax,” Kai complained, as though Joonmyun were doing something bad.
“You will not be kissing me after this,” Joonmyun said, gritting his teeth and pressing his cheek against the tile.
“I’ll clean up in case,” Kai agreed, chuckling.
But Kai’s tongue wasn’t enough. He could feel himself engorging, turned on despite himself, his brain’s objections and his concerns for hygiene. Licking outside was one thing. Putting his tongue inside was another thing entirely.
“I’m not a doctor, but- Oh.”
Kai’s fingertip penetrated him and Joonmyun squirmed as Kai licked around it. Every nerve was screaming and he nearly wanted to as well. He’d never known what a turn-on the delicate drag of skin against skin was. Sure, he knew it felt good to get fucked, but there were so many other feelings being felt that it was hard to concentrate on just that one thing. He knew he enjoyed Kai’s tongue everywhere else, but-
Kai’s finger left him. For a moment he felt empty. For a moment, only.
Kai’s tongue replaced it, sliding and pushing and sliding before Joonmyun’s mind could work out that he should be stopping it.
But by the time his body tightened, he was very nearly humping the wall and moaning in denial as Kai’s tongue slid out of him.
He did feel empty then, desperate.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Kai said admiringly.
Even after all the fucking they’d done. Joonmyun’s face burned, and he drew in a little more air with each kiss Kai pressed up the column of his back.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Kai asked against the back of his head.
He had the wherewithal to smack Kai’s hip as Kai laughed at him. But as Kai’s erection slid against him, almost where his mouth had been, he knew he was ready for the shower to be done. He wanted too much.
***
Kai brushed his teeth, and rinsed his mouth with plenty of alcohol-based mouthwash before Joonmyun was satisfied.
“Now I know what it feels like to have my mouth washed out with soap,” Kai joked.
“I know where that mouth has been,” Joonmyun said, frowning but not putting much behind it. “I know where I want it, too.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, oh. Don’t be coy with me, sir.”
They didn’t need words or direction. His hips were straining against Kai’s as they kissed, hands gripping and pulling at Kai’s ribs. They staggered, step by step to the bed.
And it was only moments before he had fingers curling inside of him, a hand sliding slick along Joonmyun’s cock, and tongue teasing Joonmyun’s. It was too many sensations, too many ways to move and think and enjoy, and he wasn’t sure how to breathe even, wondering if Kai was going to make him come just like that.
He gasped at the loss of Kai’s fingers and relaxed into the press of Kai’s cock.
“Let me give you something a little bigger.”
Joonmyun would have laughed at the understatement, had he not been moaning and lifting his hips so Kai could slide further, quicker. He felt wanton, and it was terrible, wonderful. If he could have reached for Kai’s hips and forced him to fuck him faster. His breath started coming quick and shallow, writhing on the bed as his cock twitched as Kai’s teeth scraped over his nipples.
“Kai.”
“I’ve got you,” Kai said.
His whole body seized as Kai nearly pulled from him, and slid back in to his lifted hips.
“Fuck,” Kai breathed. “Every time is almost like the first time.”
Except it wasn’t. Kai knew so much better then what Joonmyun wanted, how to make him moan, and writhe. That was the benefit of connection, of knowledge, where a single fuck was only the beginning of knowledge. And Kai seemed to know, maybe from the sounds he was drawing, how to angle his hips, when to go faster.
“Next time, do you want to fuck me?” Kai asked, panting above him.
The squeezing stroke of Kai’s hand, the imagery had his head slamming back, moaning as he came.
He did not stop moaning as Kai’s efforts increased, reaching for his own orgasm, gasping pieces of Joonmyun’s name that had Joonmyun reaching for him, gripping his hair and pressing his lips beside Kai’s parted ones. And they gasped together as Kai emptied himself into the condom.
He thought he’d been wrung out and sore after the morning’s adventure, but he almost hobbled from the bed to get a cloth - he needed to call for more - because Kai was strung out on the bed like he’d been shot. The condom tied and thrown away, moderately clean though sweaty again, he tossed a blanket over them both and found a comfortable spot, with Kai breathing against his temple.
He woke just past a reasonable dinner time, glad room service didn’t stop early. It seemed a shame to wake Kai, but he did anyway, waiting until the glazed zombie look had passed so Kai could choose something to eat. But by the time Joonmyun was off the phone, Kai was asleep again, leaving Joonmyun to dress and carefully seat himself with a book while he waited. He possibly might have spritzed around some cologne as well, just to mask any lingering scents. The other times, there’d been some lag between sex and food. He felt like he’d bathed in pheromones or something, scrubbing at the back of his head as he scented the air.
But he didn’t poke Kai to wake him before the food arrived, leaving him under the blanket and dead asleep as Joonmyun signed for the food. Only after he’d gotten it arranged on the table did Joonmyun approach the bed. Kai looked nothing like a child, pretty lips slightly parted and jawline defined against the pillow.
“Hey. Food,” Joonmyun said, giving in to the momentary impulse of reaching down to pet Kai’s hair. The touch and the sound combined roused him, sleepy, wary. But Joonmyun left him to wake without him hovering, looking up only when Kai dropped into the chair across from him with knuckles rubbing one eye.
“I was out,” Kai said, finally giving some hint of a smile.
“You worked hard,” Joonmyun said, his tone as mild as the words were complimentary.
Kai just snorted and pulled the cover off of his pasta.
***
There could be such a thing as too much sex. Too much enthusiastic sex on a body that wasn’t really used to it, like a couch potato trying to run a marathon with no training. Joonmyun wasn’t certain at which point bouts of enthusiastic sex would ready his body for it, and wasn’t sure that actually worked, but it was something to imagine anyway. Sex marathon training. His laugh probably sounded more like a groan.
Kai was the one to put their dishes and leftovers in the hallway, probably because he was being polite and not because Joonmyun was sitting like a delicate mushroom. When he’d washed up and felt a bit more human, he eased onto the bed and sighed in relief. It was cool, comfortable, cradling.
In a feat of miraculous catching, he grabbed the TV remote out of the air before it landed on his crotch.
“For that, I’m picking what we watch,” Joonmyun grumbled. His belly was full, and he couldn’t even contemplate getting blown right then. He didn’t feel awkward not talking, at least. With the TV on, they had snacks that Joonmyun had brought, sodas from the vending machine. The silence rolled until one of them commented or laughed, and he was okay with that.
When Kai raised an eyebrow at him, Joonmyun shook his his head no. No more. Not that night. Kai was turned on his side, his hand resting against Joonmyun’s side as though wanting to be sure he was still there. It was nice. Sweet, even, as though he enjoyed sleeping near to someone. Joonmyun frowned when he wondered just how many someones Kai slept beside each week. If they were all the same.
***
Part Two
***
Pairing: Suho/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, escort fic, fluff
Warnings: sexual situations, sex for money, rimming
Summary: The prospect earning money for doing nothing would have certainly thrilled him, if he’d been facing down one slightly grumpy version of himself in a hotel room.
***
Joonmyun had no idea how he’d gotten himself in that position. A night or two away, they said. You make us tired just looking at you, they said even louder. They stole his laptop and his phone, and left him outside a hotel with a key card, a bag packed with books and new underwear, and a couple of changes of his clothes from who knew where.
Six hours after checking in, he was on his back, on his hotel bed, being fucked by a strange man. A stranger, not strange. Strange only in that he’d showed up at Joonmyun’s door with twisting smile, and a video from his friends. A video detailing that Kai was their gift to him, and to take it.
His gift was to be fucked brainless.
He’d been sucked hard, fucked by Kai’s fingers until he’d had little to do but gasp as Kai pushed into him.
He’d turned Kai down, he’d been so sure of that.
That didn’t explain why he was naked or why his skin felt like the surface of the sun, or why Kai’s fingers were playing a symphony over his cock. He couldn’t catch his breath. When he thought he caught Kai’s rhythm, it changed. He was left grasping at the cover, holding himself from the headboard from Kai’s relentless hips.
Kai’s lip was curled almost in a snarl as he focused, and Joonmyun keened. That wet torso, toned shoulders. Like every wet dream come to life.
Some orgasms he had to reach for, like something just behind his fingertips. Some exploded on him.
As Kai’s cock slid in, and his fingers squeezed up, Joonmyun’s whole body convulsed. His lungs filled with air in tiny gasps as he came over Kai’s fist, the quickened strokes leaving him blind as his body pulsed and his head thrashed.
That was fantastic. But the next best thing had been when he’d opened his eyes to several nearly delicate grunts, coinciding with the movement Kai’s hips. He saw the exact moment that Kai’s head fell back, using Joonmyun’s body shamelessly to get his own pleasure. It made him wish he was still on the edge, so he could have come just watching.
If he were an artist, he would have called it “Male, Mid-Orgasm.” Kai’s parted lips, the length of his neck, the glisten on his chest and stomach.
Joonmyun’s eyes followed the faint hair down from Kai’s belly button, imagined following it with his mouth.
There were any number of things he could say about himself, but he gave great head.
Not that he was sure that Kai was going to find out.
He had said no?
***
Actually, what’d really said was, “No, thank you.”
And then, “Looks like you’ve earned yourself some free time, Mr. Kai.”
He’d expected that to be that, really. The prospect earning money for doing nothing would have certainly thrilled him, if he’d been facing down one slightly grumpy version of himself in a hotel room. But the man who greeted him didn’t seem to think so.
“Just Kai. I know some people are kind of touchy on this kind of thing. Against your morals, or you think I’m down on my luck and you’re exploiting me. But it’s not wrong.”
Joonmyun just shook his head.
“You look really tense. Let me rub you down before I go.”
Joonmyun scowled at him. “Is this some kind of bad porn? Do you think I don’t know what that leads to? Oh, just turn over and let me touch you somewhere else.”
Kai laughed, and his whole face changed. Gone was the smirking, confident sex-god, and in his place someone who looked terribly young and amused.
He could’ve called security and said a strange man had forced himself into his hotel room. He also could have been very firm, apologetic but firm, that he wasn’t interested and please go. And that of course meant sitting across the table and offering Kai water, and talking to him for an hour. In a strange way he sort of hoped to trick Kai into forgetting what he was apparently there for. He didn’t bother asking Kai why he seemed to be there, willing to sleep with Joonmyun for whatever his friends had paid. For one thing, it seemed kind of intrusive. He probably didn’t want to know, probably, but it wasn’t his business.
Kai rose, poking at the mattress in the room with a finger, before flopping back onto it.
“Nice bed.”
“Yeah. It’s a nice- I don’t- Kai.”
Perhaps his slightly exasperated tone would do what his words could not.
“You don’t find me attractive?”
Joonmyun absolutely did not, would not give Kai the satisfaction of looking him over. Of course, stretched out on his side with his lips curved, he looked appealing.
“That isn’t the point.”
“Then yes,” Kai said, and stood.
For a moment, Joonmyun actually thought he’d won the battle. For a moment, he felt a twinge as Kai stretched, baring his stomach.
And then Kai was kneeling in front of him.
Hands on his thighs, rubbing as Kai looked up at him. He didn’t even have to speak, his hands stroking Joonmyun from knee almost to his hip and back again. Had he said no? Joonmyun inhaled, meeting Kai’s eyes for perhaps the longest ten seconds of Joonmyun’s life. Somewhere in there, he found it in himself to say yes.
He knew Kai could feel he was getting hard when he cupped him through his dress pants.
Joonmyun opened the condom himself, a challenge in Kai’s eyes. He was not being coerced, but making a choice. His body, at least, had made a huge choice. As Kai helped him roll it on, he made another choice. Just this, perhaps.
“Smile,” Kai said, and Joonmyun’s face twitched in reflex.
Oh, he wanted.
He watched, gaping as Kai smiled, and then as full lips pressed down around his erection. There was no friction, only warmth. Nothing for his body to clutch like it did except for knowing, seeing, feeling a man was soon to be sucking him off.
The closest he’d been to a one night stand was getting off by rubbing against someone in a club. He’d gone home stinking and sticky and then realized no one believed he’d done it. All of his other sexual encounters had been people he’d dated. He imagined Kai was his boyfriend, meeting him for some clandestine weekend getaway, happy to see him, to please him.
And that was what made him come.
***
Joonmyun didn’t sleep, not really. Kai had shoved his knee enough to make him stand, collapsing onto the bed with hastily buttoned pants. It felt like his whole spine unwillingly stretched, aft first with pain and then relief as Kai flopped beside him. He almost reached out to protect himself, like Kai was going to attack him, until he realized Kai was relaxing too. So he may have thought about what happened, and what he was supposed to to do next, and maybe his eyes closed between those two things, but it seemed like Kai’s did too.
“You haven’t done that much have you,” Kai said, poking at the pattern on Joonmyun’s shirt, after Joonmyun shifted a little.
“What?” Joonmyun asked, his voice flat.
Kai laughed at him, which only ruffled Joonmyun’s feathers more as Kai waved a hand between them as though to say Joonmyun had him wrong.
“No, I mean strangers sucking you. Not guys in general, or your lasting power. Maybe you get it all the time.”
“Given what my friends told you, you know it’s been a while,” Joonmyun retorted, not sure if he was more miffed with his friends or with Kai. “Does it matter?”
Kai’s shoulder jerked. “Not really. Was it good?”
He was fishing for compliments, Joonmyun thought, pressing his cheek down harder into his knuckles to try and buy himself some thinking time. “I don’t have any complaints.”
He could’ve made noises about how he’d wanted Kai to go, and not wanting it at all, but it wasn’t true, and at that point was old news. He’d made his decision.
“So, thanks,” Joonmyun tacked on after a moment. Maybe Kai’d feel his duty was done, or maybe that was all he’d come to do. Joonmyun wouldn’t have argued if that had been the case - he certainly didn’t want Kai there if he didn’t want to be there. But the way that Kai was utterly relaxed told him a different tale.
“No complaints,” Kai echoed, flicking his nail at one of Joonmyun’s shirt buttons. “Not too big, not too small. Just right.”
Those last words were drawn out, Joonmyun’s focus moving to Kai’s lips. He was pretty sure that had been a joke, but that didn’t keep him from wondering if Kai’s mouth tasted like the condom, or of something else. Kissing was probably too personal, though Kai had a mouth that seemed pretty perfect for a lot of things.
Again, the corner of Kai’s mouth twitched. “Why don’t I rub you down like I offered before? You can even leave your shirt on.”
Joonmyun’s eyebrow rose. “Is this where you tell me that no one turns down a massage?”
So apparently no one who knew the strength of Kai’s thumbs would turn down a massage. Joonmyun didn’t realize how much tension he was carrying until it was being rubbed and kneaded out of him - getting blown had only been the start of it. The first couple of minutes were the worst, his muscles screaming at even light pressure.
Kai’s “You really are tense, huh?” wasn’t helping him relax, but it was mostly inevitable, humming as Kai hit a sweet spot and turned him into jelly on the bed. Little groans couldn’t be held in, no matter what he tried, and he gave up.
“Just relax,” Kai said, his thumbs digging into the back of Joonmyun’s shoulders.
That wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was that Kai had gotten so close to Joonmyun’s hips, and every - deliberate - shift of Kai’s weight was grinding Joonmyun’s hips into the mattress. The knowledge a hot guy was touching him, in bed with him, didn’t help that either.
“This is not different than I said it was going to be,” Joonmyun said, grimacing lightly as his cock throbbed in time with Kai’s squeezing hands.
“Really?” All that false surprise. “How sensitive are you? Are you ticklish?”
“Please don’t test that,” Joonmyun said, horrified at the thought of cracking up and trying to squirm away like a fish on a line. He was trying to retain some shreds of his dignity at least. Some.
“Which do you like getting better, getting fucked or fucking?”
Joonmyun was proud of himself that he didn’t tense up at the question. Professional interest maybe. Who knew.
“Either. Both. Depends on the other person. Can suck either way, if it’s the wrong guy.”
Kai laughed, a low rolling sound that had tingles spreading over his shoulders. “Yeah, I get that. You have a great ass.”
It was a quick adjustment of his flushing cheek until he could answer. “Thanks.”
He just wasn’t sure if Kai meant that as a prelude, if Kai was going to try turning him, working at his clothes, grinding them together. He couldn’t tell if Kai was turned on, but just imagining he was had his breath picking up.
Joonmyun startled as Kai’s hands lifted and the bed shook, looking over as Kai settled beside him, relaxing against the pillows. Kai just stared back, and Joonmyun hoped he didn’t look somehow betrayed.
“What? Not what you were expecting?”
Joonmyun let his chin rest on his arm. “I guess I expected you to be pushier.”
“I don’t fuck people who don’t want to be fucked,” Kai told him. “Most people like getting blown, more or less. If you want more, I want know what you want.”
“Yeah, I did like that,” Joonmyun said, and they shared a chuckle.
His eyes caught at Kai’s hip, the arm there, and at the very obvious pressure against the front of his pants.
“You liked this?” he asked, though it seemed obvious. Kai just wasn’t the only one who wanted to know things.
Kai smirked down at him. “You make some nice sounds.”
Fair was fair then, as he turned over. He wasn’t sure who was harder, but there certainly was no hiding it.
“There was a reason for that. If you’re up for- If you’re wanting more, I am too,” Joonmyun said, keeping talking even as Kai’s smirk threatened to get out of control.
“You want me to fuck you?”
Joonmyun considered his life and his priorities, running through a catalogue of objections, all the ones he’d had right up front when he’d answered the door and tried to send Kai away. Those seemed less than compelling when he was turned on, and Kai was there and willing, and - most importantly to his mind - wanting, too. It seemed rude to send Kai away without him getting any fulfillment out of it, and even as he thought that he winced. For all he knew Kai was a deviant who’d tie him up in bed and leave him with scars. But he didn’t think so. His judgements about people were generally pretty solid. Ones made while hard probably less so.
“Or you could fuck me,” Kai offered, when Joonmyun’s pause stretched too long.
“No. No. I want. No. You should do it. That’s what I want, if you want,” Joonmyun said, his mouth taking off ahead of him. And with great luck, saying exactly what it was he wanted.
“Okay,” Kai said, leaning in closer and meeting Joonmyun’s eyes. “You want me to get on top of you and fuck you until you come all over the sheets? Or bend you in half and fuck your mouth with my tongue while you come because of my cock? Your choice.”
Joonmyun scoffed out half a laugh, too startled to do anything else. His choice. He could say please, or anything else for that matter.
But he stared at Kai’s lips, and he got what he asked for. The kiss was not tentative, but searching at first, how to line up lips and noses, how to press without hurting each other. How to press to please. Because no matter why Kai was there, he was in it fully or not at all. If he could have conveyed that fully in a kiss, he certainly tried, urging Kai into him, to kiss him and move with him. Kai moaned, a sound that sent want straight through his body, as Joonmyun’s fingers dug into his shoulder. He got to feel Kai above him, to feel Kai’s shoulders beneath his arms and the brush of bodies together.
“Or we could just rut and be done,” Kai mumbled. But he shook his head, pulling back from Joonmyun’s mouth. “Clothes first. I’ll get a condom. And lube.”
He shoved a hand down and pinched Joonmyun’s butt as he got up, making Joonmyun squeak and huff. But at the same time he was unbuttoning his hastily closed pants, shoving them down his thighs. They’d only just cleared his knees when he felt Kai come up beside him - pulling with him for a moment until his pants were gone, leaving him in his socks, and briefs and shirt.
“Nice legs,” Kai said, baring his teeth in a grin.
“Let’s see yours,” Joonmyun retorted, mostly to keep himself from brining up a knee and trying to shield himself from Kai’s eyes.
But watching was worse. Better, he meant. Better. Because instead of bucking around on the bed to get his pants off, Kai did it with subtle rolls of his hips, catching Joonmyun’s eye with each motion. Every inch of thigh as they were revealed, his underwear mostly hidden by his shirt, made saliva pool in Joonmyun’s mouth. Knees, calves. Joonmyun gulped, Kai’s hand planting itself on Joonmyun’s thigh as he stepped out of the puddle of cloth, one leg at a time. And he watched, licking his lips and breathless as Kai then hooked his thumbs in his dark blue underwear and just waited for a moment. Joonmyun raised an eyebrow at him, and Kai’s smile did more to stun him than any display of skin could have.
Though as Kai’s underwear slid down his legs, Joonmyun wasn’t making any promises.
And for himself, there was not much Kai hadn’t seen, so wriggling out of his own briefs felt anticlimactic to the show he’d just been privy to. But at the same time, being exposed felt sort of deliciously bad, knowing what he was waiting for. He couldn’t even reason that his jitters were because they were strangers, that they were there because he had no feelings for Kai. Somewhere between Kai being at the door, and Kai kneeling, and Kai leaning in to kiss him, Joonmyun had fallen in to some kind of clutching hope. He wasn’t sure for what exactly since he certainly did not expect Kai to fall in love with him, but there was so much else that could be, so much that pressed out against his chest with his anticipation and anxiety.
He was getting laid, with a guy who already was littering the sheet beside him with condoms, a bottle of lube hitting his hip and sliding down as Kai climbed over him.
Joonmyun lifted his head, moaning into the kiss as Kai began to undo the buttons that Joonmyun had missed. They sat up together, kisses sloppy in between struggling Joonmyun’s undershirt over his head, and then Kai’s. He did that himself, tugging and revealing warm skin, broad chest. He spread his hands against it, cloth forgotten, his mouth open against Kai as Kai wound around him. He’d forgotten what control was, pressed back into the mattress with Kai’s heat above him, and the sensual rocking of his hips. Some of the kisses were too hard, but they were so eager, so encompassing.
“You look well-kissed,” Kai almost whispered, pushing himself up.
Joonmyun kept his eyes on Kai’s mouth, reddened and wet. He’d done his own damage, and he grinned at Kai to let him know it. But all his bravado was almost negated as a shiver zipped down his spine at the sound of a cap opening.
“You can pretend you didn’t feel that,” Joonmyun said, lips trembling and trying not to curl up.
“But why?” Kai teased, and kissed him again. And again. There were lips on his neck at the first touch of Kai’s slick fingers, teeth smoothing over his collarbone while he gasped at the gentle massage that only made him want more. The lube was warm when Kai pressed a finger into him, and he nearly choked trying to inhale and swallow. Kai’s hair was so soft as his hand curled into it, and his body warred between feeling the finger sliding deeper and the lips and tongue worrying his nipples. He wasn’t sure how much he could take before it got to be too much.
But Kai was not dallying. Maybe it was the way Joonmyun was hissing between his teeth, or the death grip he had on Kai’s hair as Kai teased him with another finger. He went lax, gasped, and struggled - but it wasn’t to get away.
“What do you want? Or are you going to come before I even-“
The growl sounded a little less than threatening, which was closer to what he was going for. But Kai got the point. Joonmyun watched, widening his knees as Kai flipped a condom wrapper off his fingers and lubed it before finally rolling it on.
“Do you-
“Yes,” Joonmyun said, cutting off any question that Kai might have had short of if Kai was asking if he wanted to stop. “Yes. Yes.”
He kept saying it against Kai’s mouth, an arm around his neck. Kai pressed into him, slow, steady, making them both groan when he pulled back and slid further.
“Good?”
Real, something he could feel, something not his fingers, not Kai’s. Yeah, it was good.
“Yeah,” he huffed out.
“Good,” Kai said. “Because you know, I’d have gotten on my knees for you. I don’t have to enjoy it.”
Joonmyun grasped at rational thought, between the wiggle of Kai’s hips and the way he was being touched.
“Why?”
“Why what?” Kai asked, fingers teasing between Joonmyun’s collarbones.
No. There it was. He’d been so focused on Kai, so focused on how good he felt, he’d let worry slip away. “Why wouldn’t you enjoy it? Isn’t that the point of sex, enjoying it together?”
“Not for everyone.”
“It is for me,” Joonmyun said, voice firm. “If you don’t- If this isn’t-“
“Hey,” Kai said, and waited until Joonmyun met his eyes. Joonmyun inhaled sharply as Kai slid deeper. “I don’t know if you could tell, but I’m into this.”
“Oh.”
“I’m into guys like you, who like to get fucked, who want me to enjoy with them,” Kai said, making him moan, almost terrifyingly aroused as Kai kissed his neck and sucked on his Adam’s apple.
“Just you and me,” Kai huffed against him.
He was glad Kai wanted it. Glad he was enjoying it. Going out of his head because Kai was touching him, sucking on his neck, lifting his hips and moving him.
“If fucking an escort doesn’t get you off, pretend I’m the guy you come home to,” Kai said. “Walking in the door and kissing so you almost forget dinner, up against the door, filthy like you’d been missing me all day.”
Much as his thumbs had earlier, Kai’s words pressed deep, hurting, releasing something from deep in his chest he hadn’t realize he’d been harboring until he was pulling Kai in, kissing him. They traded slow, hot, searching kisses, moaning against each other with every meeting of their hips. It might have been hours, or it might have been days, until he was gasping, sweating, desperate.
“Joonmyun,” Kai groaned. And again. And again, until when he came, it was to the sound of his name on Kai’s lips. He was only able to moan as Kai huffed into his neck, stroking Kai’s back with a numb hand.
In his mind, he’d have turned off all the lights with his mind and just lapsed right out of consciousness. As it turned out, getting up to clean up and brush his teeth was a good plan. Kai was already half asleep, having made it to the bathroom first, and Joonmyun didn’t really have the heart to make him move, much less leave. So he had a partner for sleeping as well, it seemed. One that seemed to be sleeping quietly, at least.
Kai, Joonmyun theorized as he stared at the ceiling and rotated his ankles, was very good at reading people.
***
When Joonmyun woke, it was morning-ish. He’d woken up at least twice in the middle of the night quite viscerally aware that there was a man in his bed, before carefully turning over and willing himself back to sleep. Maybe he’d spent a decent five minutes during one of those times wondering if it was going to be weird, or if Kai was going to wake him up with a blow job, or he’d be gone, or robbed, or dead.
Perfect stranger. Perfect stranger who’d kissed Joonmyun’s mouth and laughed at him as though they’d known each other years. It was less out of reckless disregard for his life that he went back to sleep, and more because his default answer to Kai being a murderer was if his friends had hired him, they’d know where to point the police. And with luck his parents would never find out that he’d been fucked by an escort hours before his untimely demise.
But he woke up without any harm to his person, short of the slight and mostly nice discomfort that his ass was feeling. He also woke to Kai sitting beside him with a pair of black briefs on, thumbing through his phone. He waited one second for embarrassment to come through, like it was pragmatic or something, but the only two people in the room had had sex with each other and therefore had only so much shame they could cast. And he wasn’t sure why he was framing his thoughts as though he wasn’t part of the equation. Embarrassment got a pass, then.
“Morning,” Joonmyun croaked, as though it could be a surprise that he was awake considering he’d just risen from under the covers like the Loch Ness monster.
Given that Joonmyun had nearly hermetically sealed the room against anything, especially light, it was a wonder they could see each other. Actually there was a beam of light, cutting right across Kai’s thighs, and highlighting the sparse hair there. He wanted to pet. And he got very still, when Kai leaned in close.
“Good morning. I’m hungry.”
It took three full seconds to realize that there wasn’t a double meaning to Kai’s words, and that he was actually hungry. As in, he’d been waiting for Joonmyun to resurrect himself so they could indulge in sustenance. His stomach decided to chime in on the topic, like a friend telling a secret, and Kai just chuckled.
“There should be a room service menu,” Joonmyun said, belatedly realizing he was naked before fishing for his discarded pants and doing his best not to awkwardly hop into them.
“Yeah, I found it on the table,” Kai said. “I wrote down what I wanted on the paper tucked into it.”
Joonmyun for one moment wondered if that was some kind of expense he was supposed to bill for, and then concluded that he was more or less using Kai’s body so he could probably stand paying for a few meals. It wasn’t like he was paying Kai. Or was he supposed to tip. Maybe meals counted as tips.
All of that circled his head as he made the call to room service. He made Kai’s order and his own, eyeballing the time and deciding he had enough time to hop in the shower before the food arrived.
Kai was half dozing when Joonmyun poked him, pulling at his arm.
“You showered,” Kai said.
“I did. The food is almost here.” Joonmyun cleared his throat. “Maybe you can wait in the bathroom.”
Kai didn’t react as though that was the weirdest request he’d ever gotten, just standing all lean and… Joonmyun shook his head. Sure, he’d ordered two breakfasts, but having a guy lounging in their underwear was a little different. Room service could imagine who the food was for. Or perhaps Joonmyun was just exceptionally hungry.
“Is it safe?” Kai asked, sounding a bit amused after the door had closed with the food temptingly in the room.
“Yeah,” Joonmyun said, sagging against the wall beside the bathroom door. “Sorry about that. I didn’t think. I-“
“Don’t worry about it,” Kai said, patting at Joonmyun’s shoulder. And then he leaned in, pressing his lips very precisely against Joonmyun’s. “Anything for food.”
For some reason that made him grin, knuckling Kai’s side and letting Kai choose which seat to take as they dug into their meals.
***
“Do your friends try to get you laid a lot?”
Joonmyun was sprawled, not boneless but close, on the bed after Kai had done his worst- by which he meant best - attempt at fucking Joonmyun through the mattress again, and possibly all the way to the earth’s core.
“Usually in less direct ways,” Joonmyun told the ceiling.
Also without spending money. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud, since it was obvious, and it was a jerky thing to say. It had been easy to fall back into bed with Kai, and it wasn’t because of some kind of fabulous seduction techniques. Sure, maybe he’d stared at Kai’s back as he’d stretched, and then he’d stared as Kai sat on the bed and asked Joonmyun what he was up for. All of that had been good.
His ass throbbed, not to mention his cock - Kai’s hands, really, really great hands - and so did a spot on his neck that he was sure was going to bruise. His lips, had he had the strength to reach up and touch them, probably were tender, too.
“Ready for round two?”
“Don’t even think of touching me,” he warned, letting his fist half curl, which was negated by the noodley way his arm flopped.
“I guess I did good then. It wasn’t too much?”
“I hope the “please don’t stop” gave you indications of that,” Joonmyun said, the words even tasting wry as he chuckled with Kai.
Kai had strung him out, head bobbing on Joonmyun’s condom-covered cock, making so many interesting, wet noises. The feel of him swallowing, the pressure as he pulled off, and the battery of his tongue. He’d gotten Joonmyun so close, only to ease away, kissing patterns on Joonmyun’s thighs and belly. And he’d thought that Kai’s fingers had been a help, sliding into him and making his thighs fall slack, but it turned out they’d only been a tease- and a prelude.
He looked over at Kai, his eyes that were a bit sleepy, the way his lips parted. Silky hair curling over his forehead and temple that Joonmyun wanted to smooth back.
“What?” Kai asked, realizing he was being looked at. And his squirm and the duck of his head was a bit bashful, and Joonmyun’s heart squeezed a bit. It was cute, but not out of the element they were in, squeezed between sheets that smelled of come and who knew what else. It took a hard swallow and a couple of cleansing breaths to let the revelation through - Joonmyun could do anonymous sex, but casual perhaps not. He’d known Kai for eighteen hours, give or take, and he was already wondering how to make Kai squirm and smile, how to get another laugh. One encounter wouldn’t let him get to know mannerisms and likes, not like he knew the way Kai sighed when his neck was kissed, or how he smiled against Joonmyun’s lips. Getting his feelings involved wasn’t going to help anything. They had another day, if that. One night would’ve been kinder.
And his internal warm feelings cooled when he realized Kai might not even be his real name. The things Joonmyun thought he knew could be just as fake as that.
He pushed himself up, washing up and putting on real clothes. At least then he felt as though he had real armor on, even with Kai’s eyes on him. And he just needed to get away if only for a few minutes.
“I’m going to go take a walk real quick, and then we’ll order lunch when I get back,” Joonmyun said.
It was probably rude not to invite Kai along, but in that instance he needed that time more than he needed to be polite. He just barely remembered his key card, slipping out into the hallway and letting all his muscles stretch out a bit just walking out in front of the hotel a block or so and back. There was foot traffic, and cars, and it was all so blissfully normal. He stopped into a coffee shop, buying a hot chocolate and a latte, figuring he would drink whichever Kai didn’t want. Or he’d drink both. But his conscience wouldn’t let him go back empty handed, even wondering what they would do the rest of the day. Not that the thought of more sex was off-putting to him, but there was half a day sprawling in front of them and he wasn’t a machine.
When he got into the room, Kai was lounging on the bed in nothing but a towel, staring up at him with his phone in both hands.
Joonmyun held out both cups he held as offering.
***
Even with the zing of the latte in his veins, it was still easy to relax. He stripped himself down to soft shorts, and called in their lunch orders. When room service knocked on the door, Kai had slipped into the bathroom without hesitation or Joonmyun having to ask him to. It was easy to while away the meal with small talk, discussing movies or sports, trading school horror stories that had them both laughing into their plates. He watched as Kai threaded fries into his mouth, snagging a couple for himself and offering Kai half of his bread. It was neither overly comfortable, or in any way awkward. Instead, there was a level of ease there of both of them having enough thoughts to share, even if he had to nudge Kai along a couple of times.
And the problem of time was easily solved, as they lazed on the bed watching a movie that Kai had found on the TV. Part of that he might have slept through, but he wasn’t entirely certain that Kai hadn’t either, when he got a sleepy smile.
And he had to shove down that strange sensation in his heart again.
***
Trust me, Kai told him. Which he did mostly, more so after a day and waking up intact. His wallet was still in his pants pocket, and Kai was still there, and Joonmyun ended up in the shower again with hot water beating down on the back of his shoulders and his head resting against Kai’s back. More relaxation after movie and nap time wasn’t exactly what he needed, but it gave him time to start clearing his brain from being fuzzy.
So he stood on his own power as Kai lathered his hair. For a second Kai almost looked like he was tempted to go in for a kiss, but the possible taste of suds and Joonmyun hoped the possibility of soap suds in his eyes deterred the thought.
Kai did that well, really. From the massage the night before to the fingers on his scalp, he felt very taken care of. It was more than he got from people he’d dated, even if Joonmyun knew it was leading to something else. It was the contact and the warmth, and hissing as Kai laughed at his scrunched up face. Kai didn’t ask for him to return the favor, even though Joonmyun was tempted. He did, however, tangle their fingers together as Kai rinsed his hair, stealing a damp, water-flavored kiss. But that didn’t keep him from squirming as Kai stopped just short of fingering him.
“You’re really sensitive there, aren’t you?”
Joonmyun held himself from rolling his eyes. Kai would know by then he hoped. “Isn’t everyone?”
“No. Not everyone. It’s like you’re trying to draw me in again.”
“Kai.”
“Hand me the soap.”
Joonmyun did, and tried not to hold his breath or jerk away as Kai used first the wash cloth to rub and tease and then his fingertips to rinse him. He was still tender, humming between his teeth as soapy cloth rubbed against his still-tender ass. Even his hairy eyeball didn’t stop Kai, and Joonmyun relaxed into it after a moment. One thing they were not doing, and he was absolutely certain about that, was having sex in the shower. He didn’t want to break something slipping and falling, and unless Kai had some kind of sleight of hand, they had no condoms or anything else to use. So he was safe, he thought, with a man who seemed to be very, very interested in the cleanliness of his body.
“There,” Kai said near Joonmyun’s shoulder. “All clean for me.”
“What?”
“Has anyone ever used their tongue on you?”
Joonmyun lifted his head, staring Kai straight in the eye. “What? No!”
“They will today,” Kai said. “If you want. I think you’ll like it.”
“What? Kai-“
He was nudged up against the wall furthest from the water’s spray, and Kai kissed the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
He was worrying about everything. Like slipping as Kai’s hands gripped his hips and used them to steady himself. Or keeping steady as Kai pulled him back and used his fingers to bare-
He gasped at the first press of Kai’s tongue. It started almost at his perineum, continued, swirling until Joonmyun gasped again and kept going. It was different than Kai’s fingers and it was different than Kai’s cock. Soothing, textured, prodding, teasing. Like Kai was kissing him, urging his response.
His eyes flew open, imagining Kai’s kisses. Not after that. No.
“Hey, relax,” Kai complained, as though Joonmyun were doing something bad.
“You will not be kissing me after this,” Joonmyun said, gritting his teeth and pressing his cheek against the tile.
“I’ll clean up in case,” Kai agreed, chuckling.
But Kai’s tongue wasn’t enough. He could feel himself engorging, turned on despite himself, his brain’s objections and his concerns for hygiene. Licking outside was one thing. Putting his tongue inside was another thing entirely.
“I’m not a doctor, but- Oh.”
Kai’s fingertip penetrated him and Joonmyun squirmed as Kai licked around it. Every nerve was screaming and he nearly wanted to as well. He’d never known what a turn-on the delicate drag of skin against skin was. Sure, he knew it felt good to get fucked, but there were so many other feelings being felt that it was hard to concentrate on just that one thing. He knew he enjoyed Kai’s tongue everywhere else, but-
Kai’s finger left him. For a moment he felt empty. For a moment, only.
Kai’s tongue replaced it, sliding and pushing and sliding before Joonmyun’s mind could work out that he should be stopping it.
But by the time his body tightened, he was very nearly humping the wall and moaning in denial as Kai’s tongue slid out of him.
He did feel empty then, desperate.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Kai said admiringly.
Even after all the fucking they’d done. Joonmyun’s face burned, and he drew in a little more air with each kiss Kai pressed up the column of his back.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Kai asked against the back of his head.
He had the wherewithal to smack Kai’s hip as Kai laughed at him. But as Kai’s erection slid against him, almost where his mouth had been, he knew he was ready for the shower to be done. He wanted too much.
***
Kai brushed his teeth, and rinsed his mouth with plenty of alcohol-based mouthwash before Joonmyun was satisfied.
“Now I know what it feels like to have my mouth washed out with soap,” Kai joked.
“I know where that mouth has been,” Joonmyun said, frowning but not putting much behind it. “I know where I want it, too.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, oh. Don’t be coy with me, sir.”
They didn’t need words or direction. His hips were straining against Kai’s as they kissed, hands gripping and pulling at Kai’s ribs. They staggered, step by step to the bed.
And it was only moments before he had fingers curling inside of him, a hand sliding slick along Joonmyun’s cock, and tongue teasing Joonmyun’s. It was too many sensations, too many ways to move and think and enjoy, and he wasn’t sure how to breathe even, wondering if Kai was going to make him come just like that.
He gasped at the loss of Kai’s fingers and relaxed into the press of Kai’s cock.
“Let me give you something a little bigger.”
Joonmyun would have laughed at the understatement, had he not been moaning and lifting his hips so Kai could slide further, quicker. He felt wanton, and it was terrible, wonderful. If he could have reached for Kai’s hips and forced him to fuck him faster. His breath started coming quick and shallow, writhing on the bed as his cock twitched as Kai’s teeth scraped over his nipples.
“Kai.”
“I’ve got you,” Kai said.
His whole body seized as Kai nearly pulled from him, and slid back in to his lifted hips.
“Fuck,” Kai breathed. “Every time is almost like the first time.”
Except it wasn’t. Kai knew so much better then what Joonmyun wanted, how to make him moan, and writhe. That was the benefit of connection, of knowledge, where a single fuck was only the beginning of knowledge. And Kai seemed to know, maybe from the sounds he was drawing, how to angle his hips, when to go faster.
“Next time, do you want to fuck me?” Kai asked, panting above him.
The squeezing stroke of Kai’s hand, the imagery had his head slamming back, moaning as he came.
He did not stop moaning as Kai’s efforts increased, reaching for his own orgasm, gasping pieces of Joonmyun’s name that had Joonmyun reaching for him, gripping his hair and pressing his lips beside Kai’s parted ones. And they gasped together as Kai emptied himself into the condom.
He thought he’d been wrung out and sore after the morning’s adventure, but he almost hobbled from the bed to get a cloth - he needed to call for more - because Kai was strung out on the bed like he’d been shot. The condom tied and thrown away, moderately clean though sweaty again, he tossed a blanket over them both and found a comfortable spot, with Kai breathing against his temple.
He woke just past a reasonable dinner time, glad room service didn’t stop early. It seemed a shame to wake Kai, but he did anyway, waiting until the glazed zombie look had passed so Kai could choose something to eat. But by the time Joonmyun was off the phone, Kai was asleep again, leaving Joonmyun to dress and carefully seat himself with a book while he waited. He possibly might have spritzed around some cologne as well, just to mask any lingering scents. The other times, there’d been some lag between sex and food. He felt like he’d bathed in pheromones or something, scrubbing at the back of his head as he scented the air.
But he didn’t poke Kai to wake him before the food arrived, leaving him under the blanket and dead asleep as Joonmyun signed for the food. Only after he’d gotten it arranged on the table did Joonmyun approach the bed. Kai looked nothing like a child, pretty lips slightly parted and jawline defined against the pillow.
“Hey. Food,” Joonmyun said, giving in to the momentary impulse of reaching down to pet Kai’s hair. The touch and the sound combined roused him, sleepy, wary. But Joonmyun left him to wake without him hovering, looking up only when Kai dropped into the chair across from him with knuckles rubbing one eye.
“I was out,” Kai said, finally giving some hint of a smile.
“You worked hard,” Joonmyun said, his tone as mild as the words were complimentary.
Kai just snorted and pulled the cover off of his pasta.
***
There could be such a thing as too much sex. Too much enthusiastic sex on a body that wasn’t really used to it, like a couch potato trying to run a marathon with no training. Joonmyun wasn’t certain at which point bouts of enthusiastic sex would ready his body for it, and wasn’t sure that actually worked, but it was something to imagine anyway. Sex marathon training. His laugh probably sounded more like a groan.
Kai was the one to put their dishes and leftovers in the hallway, probably because he was being polite and not because Joonmyun was sitting like a delicate mushroom. When he’d washed up and felt a bit more human, he eased onto the bed and sighed in relief. It was cool, comfortable, cradling.
In a feat of miraculous catching, he grabbed the TV remote out of the air before it landed on his crotch.
“For that, I’m picking what we watch,” Joonmyun grumbled. His belly was full, and he couldn’t even contemplate getting blown right then. He didn’t feel awkward not talking, at least. With the TV on, they had snacks that Joonmyun had brought, sodas from the vending machine. The silence rolled until one of them commented or laughed, and he was okay with that.
When Kai raised an eyebrow at him, Joonmyun shook his his head no. No more. Not that night. Kai was turned on his side, his hand resting against Joonmyun’s side as though wanting to be sure he was still there. It was nice. Sweet, even, as though he enjoyed sleeping near to someone. Joonmyun frowned when he wondered just how many someones Kai slept beside each week. If they were all the same.
***
Part Two
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