Quick Fix
quick fix.
Pairings: Kris/Lay
Genre: AU
Rating: PG - 13
Wordcount: 1, 830
Summary: Yixing hires a plumber. Lu Han isn't happy.
There’s a pause where Yixing blinks at the tap expectantly, fingers hovering over the handle - and then there is a high pitched scream as water torrents out, drenching Yixing and spraying droplets in every direction possible.
“Shit!” Yixing says, diving for cover beneath the table. Lu Han, who happens to be sitting at the table, kicks him in the head.
“You fucking liar you told me you got that fixed!”
There’s an angry exhale and Lu Han swings himself under the table too, a glare on his face, water caught in his eyelashes and dripping down his chin.
“Fix this now,” he says, voice low. Yixing sighs and commando crawls across the floor to the phone, fishing the directory out from beneath it before scanning the page for a plumber. He punches in the first number he sees and waits impatiently as the dial tone beeps obnoxiously in his ear.
“EXO Plumbing, how can I help?”
*
It only takes half an hour for the plumber to arrive and Yixing spends that time placing buckets around the kitchen to catch the random streams of water issuing from the tap. Lu Han has evacuated to his room, (although not before grumbling loudly over why he hates being roommates with Yixing) and Yixing can hear the steady beat of his music reverberating through the walls. It drowns out the sound of the doorbell and it isn't until Yixing sees the shadow on the other side of the door that he even realises someone is there.
“Coming!” he shouts, narrowly missing a huge puddle as he carefully makes his way over to the door.
“Sorry about tha-” he starts to say but his words die in his throat because the plumber smiles at him and it’s ridiculously attractive and shit, he’s forgotten his own name.
Yixing makes a few garbled sounds in his throat and the plumber frowns, readjusting his name badge that reads ‘Kris.”
“Hi,” Yixing tries weakly and Kris blinks at him.
“I’m the plumber?” he says, the frown still on his face, eyebrows creasing at the center.
Yixing nods and hurriedly closes his mouth when he realises that it’s fallen open in his shock. Kris self-consciously rolls up the sleeves of his denim jumpsuit as a trickle of sweat passes down his forehead.
“Ah, it’s really hot outside, is it okay if I come in?”
“Erm, I guess I mean, yes, come in. That’s what you’re here for right?” Yixing laughs nervously and almost swallows his tongue because Kris is unbuttoning his shirt and Yixing can see the smooth skin underneath it.
“Oh fuck,” he accidently says out loud and then promptly turns around and trips over the doormat. A warm hand curls around his arm and pulls him back up against a firm chest, Kris’s eyes widening with concern.
“Are you alright?” Kris asks, and Yixing nods, silently wishing for nothing more than his house to suddenly flood and the water to carry him as far away as possible from the sexy plumber man.
Kris hesitantly follows Yixing inside and Yixing gestures vaguely over to the sink which is still making screeching sounds as water spurts from the tap.
“It’s been pretty bad for a while but this morning I turned it on and well, this happened,” Yixing says, sinking down into a chair at the kitchen table. Kris frowns and walks over to the sink, tapping it lightly, testing the handle, before he opens the cupboard beneath it to check the pipes and bends over and holy shit, Yixing is feeling more than a little faint right about now.
Fucking Lu Han, he thinks crossly, it’s all his fault for making Yixing call the plumber.
Kris turns around to look at him, squatting on the ground, one elbow resting on his knee. He says a few things but Yixing is having great difficulty concentrating so he just nods and hums and hopes for the best. It seems to work and Kris stands up.
“Okay this shouldn’t take too long. Let me just get my tools.”
He smiles again and Yixing plots all the ways he can murder Lu Han.
*
Kris returns five minutes later with a large toolbox in one hand and a belt clipped around his waist. One of his pant legs is now rolled up Yixing notices, baring his pale ankle and a streak of dirt running up his calf. Kris takes out some tools - Yixing doesn’t really pay attention to which ones - and gets right to work on the tap, twisting a few things here and there, disconnecting a few things, tightening others.
His mouth twists in concentration, bottom lip pulled behind his front teeth as he works. The top of his jumpsuit is unbuttoned almost halfway now and it occasionally shifts so that it displays the perfect line of his collarbone, sitting just on the corner of his shoulder as if to tease Yixing. His pants pull tight when he leans forward and Yixing hisses through his teeth as Kris bends down to pick up a fallen spanner and the curve of his ass is brilliantly outlined against the denim.
“Ohmygod,” Yixing says beneath one breath, fingers clenching around the edge of the table. Kris stands up and looks at him, apparently completely oblivious to Yixing’s raging sexual frustration. He lets out an exhausted sigh, lips pulling into a soft smile.
“It’s so damn hot today,” he says and Yixing can only make a strangled sound in his throat as Kris runs a hand through his dark hair, combing it as best as he can to one side. His cheeks are shining with sweat and flushed red with exertion as he rests a hand on his hip, the other scratching the back of his neck.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a drink would you?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow and Yixing gets to his feet quickly, nodding as he shuffles over to the cupboard to retrieve a glass. He pours a cup of water from the fridge and hands it over with a strained smile. Kris takes it gratefully before gulping it down. Yixing watches, mesmerised by the bob of his Adam’s apple and the way a trickle of water misses his lips, trailing down his chin.
Almost subconsciously, Yixing reaches out a hand and brushes the droplet of water away with his fingertips and perhaps it would have been okay, except that he lingers near Kris’s lips, just sitting beside the dip of his mouth. His heartbeat jerks in his chest and Yixing finds it impossible to tear his gaze away from Kris’s face.
Kris freezes, setting the glass down on the table with a loud smack. His eyes widen slightly, assessing Yixing closely before a shiver of anticipation makes its way across his pupils.
And then he is pushing Yixing up onto the table, kissing him fiercely as Yixing wraps his legs around Kris’s waist, ankles hooked around each other. His mouth tastes of mint as Yixing swipes his tongue across Kris’s gums, along the ridges of his teeth before tangling their tongues together between them. His fingers clench in Kris’s hair and pull him closer, a small groan slipping from his mouth when Kris’s hand slides beneath his thin shirt, the fingers cool against the skin of his stomach.
The heat of arousal is fierce, blinding Yixing to any possible logical thoughts. When Kris pushes him down so that Yixing’s back hits the table with a soft thud, Yixing’s rationality has all but vanished, consumed by the lust that swirls deep inside him. His jeans are tight, and when Kris presses down against him, hips sliding together, he can feel Kris’s own hardness brush against him and that in itself makes Yixing gasp, bucking forward to increase the friction.
Kris’s knees are on either side of Yixing’s legs as Kris kisses him roughly, teeth scraping and mouths clashing desperately. The top of his jumpsuit is now unbuttoned down to his waist and Yixing pulls it off his arms, letting it fall down to reveal the expanse of skin across his chest and the muscles beneath. Yixing swallows and Kris grins - it makes Yixing vaguely wonder if Kris wasn’t as oblivious before as he seemed.
A tongue attaches itself to Yixing’s neck, following the curve of it down before swirling around a tender patch of skin in the dip of his shoulder, moving to trace the line of his collarbone. Yixing whimpers and his hands fists in Kris’s hair, eyes squeezing shut. Kris pulls him upright, large hands gently supporting his back, curling around Yixing almost protectively. He offers a light peck to Yixing’s lips before his hands travel down and oh god, Yixing has to do exert all of his self control to not scream when Kris’s fingers graze the tent in his pants.
“Fuck,” Yixing breathes between them, voice like gravel. Kris smirks and grinds his palm down mercilessly, causing Yixing’s hips to violently snap forward. Yixing realises he is shaking and he clings on to Kris’s back, head falling against his shoulder as he feels Kris’s fingers quickly pull down the zip of his pants, slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Suddenly, there’s the slam of a door upstairs and a series of loud footsteps and Yixing swears because he had completely forgotten about -
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Lu Han screams, flying into the kitchen, eyes wide. He stops in his tracks, an eyebrow rising at the sight of Kris (and Yixing doesn’t miss the subtle look of approval he sends the plumber.) But then he is rounding on Yixing again, waving his hands manically in the air.
“Were you seriously going to have sex in the middle of the day in the middle of the kitchen while I was just upstairs!?” he shouts. Yixing opens his mouth, unsure of how to respond. Kris decides to speak for him.
“Yes,” he says simply and Lu Han blinks.
“Yixing,” he manages to say through gritted teeth, “when I told you to hire a plumber this was not what I had in mind.” He gestures wildly at Kris before he places both hands on his hips, tapping his foot against the tiled floor.
Kris seems to get the hint and slips off Yixing, pulling his jumpsuit back up over his shoulders. He scoops up his toolbox, replaces his belt and offers them both a smile.
“So the sink should be all right now,” he says cheerfully, making his way over to the door. He winks at Yixing as he passes and slips a business card into Yixing’s hand. “If you ever need me to fix any other kinds of leaks…” He winks and Yixing coughs to cover up the laugh that bubbles over his lips.
Lu Han doesn’t speak until the engine of Kris’s car roars to life and there is the crunch of gravel as it reverses down the driveway.
“Well then,” Lu Han says, a smirk creeping across his lips, “having sex with the plumber? Aren’t you a kinky little shit?”
Yixing throws a shoe at his head.
*
AN: I wrote this in an hour and I swear I was insane while I did. I blame tlist for giving me all these ideas about plumber!kris and kris turning up in that damn denim jumpsuit at the airport today and sdfvsdbvgwdfb ROO, THIS IS MOSTLY YOUR FAULT. this is ridiculous. IM SORRY. notreally (I promise the other things im writing are better than this omfg)
Pairings: Kris/Lay
Genre: AU
Rating: PG - 13
Wordcount: 1, 830
Summary: Yixing hires a plumber. Lu Han isn't happy.
There’s a pause where Yixing blinks at the tap expectantly, fingers hovering over the handle - and then there is a high pitched scream as water torrents out, drenching Yixing and spraying droplets in every direction possible.
“Shit!” Yixing says, diving for cover beneath the table. Lu Han, who happens to be sitting at the table, kicks him in the head.
“You fucking liar you told me you got that fixed!”
There’s an angry exhale and Lu Han swings himself under the table too, a glare on his face, water caught in his eyelashes and dripping down his chin.
“Fix this now,” he says, voice low. Yixing sighs and commando crawls across the floor to the phone, fishing the directory out from beneath it before scanning the page for a plumber. He punches in the first number he sees and waits impatiently as the dial tone beeps obnoxiously in his ear.
“EXO Plumbing, how can I help?”
*
It only takes half an hour for the plumber to arrive and Yixing spends that time placing buckets around the kitchen to catch the random streams of water issuing from the tap. Lu Han has evacuated to his room, (although not before grumbling loudly over why he hates being roommates with Yixing) and Yixing can hear the steady beat of his music reverberating through the walls. It drowns out the sound of the doorbell and it isn't until Yixing sees the shadow on the other side of the door that he even realises someone is there.
“Coming!” he shouts, narrowly missing a huge puddle as he carefully makes his way over to the door.
“Sorry about tha-” he starts to say but his words die in his throat because the plumber smiles at him and it’s ridiculously attractive and shit, he’s forgotten his own name.
Yixing makes a few garbled sounds in his throat and the plumber frowns, readjusting his name badge that reads ‘Kris.”
“Hi,” Yixing tries weakly and Kris blinks at him.
“I’m the plumber?” he says, the frown still on his face, eyebrows creasing at the center.
Yixing nods and hurriedly closes his mouth when he realises that it’s fallen open in his shock. Kris self-consciously rolls up the sleeves of his denim jumpsuit as a trickle of sweat passes down his forehead.
“Ah, it’s really hot outside, is it okay if I come in?”
“Erm, I guess I mean, yes, come in. That’s what you’re here for right?” Yixing laughs nervously and almost swallows his tongue because Kris is unbuttoning his shirt and Yixing can see the smooth skin underneath it.
“Oh fuck,” he accidently says out loud and then promptly turns around and trips over the doormat. A warm hand curls around his arm and pulls him back up against a firm chest, Kris’s eyes widening with concern.
“Are you alright?” Kris asks, and Yixing nods, silently wishing for nothing more than his house to suddenly flood and the water to carry him as far away as possible from the sexy plumber man.
Kris hesitantly follows Yixing inside and Yixing gestures vaguely over to the sink which is still making screeching sounds as water spurts from the tap.
“It’s been pretty bad for a while but this morning I turned it on and well, this happened,” Yixing says, sinking down into a chair at the kitchen table. Kris frowns and walks over to the sink, tapping it lightly, testing the handle, before he opens the cupboard beneath it to check the pipes and bends over and holy shit, Yixing is feeling more than a little faint right about now.
Fucking Lu Han, he thinks crossly, it’s all his fault for making Yixing call the plumber.
Kris turns around to look at him, squatting on the ground, one elbow resting on his knee. He says a few things but Yixing is having great difficulty concentrating so he just nods and hums and hopes for the best. It seems to work and Kris stands up.
“Okay this shouldn’t take too long. Let me just get my tools.”
He smiles again and Yixing plots all the ways he can murder Lu Han.
*
Kris returns five minutes later with a large toolbox in one hand and a belt clipped around his waist. One of his pant legs is now rolled up Yixing notices, baring his pale ankle and a streak of dirt running up his calf. Kris takes out some tools - Yixing doesn’t really pay attention to which ones - and gets right to work on the tap, twisting a few things here and there, disconnecting a few things, tightening others.
His mouth twists in concentration, bottom lip pulled behind his front teeth as he works. The top of his jumpsuit is unbuttoned almost halfway now and it occasionally shifts so that it displays the perfect line of his collarbone, sitting just on the corner of his shoulder as if to tease Yixing. His pants pull tight when he leans forward and Yixing hisses through his teeth as Kris bends down to pick up a fallen spanner and the curve of his ass is brilliantly outlined against the denim.
“Ohmygod,” Yixing says beneath one breath, fingers clenching around the edge of the table. Kris stands up and looks at him, apparently completely oblivious to Yixing’s raging sexual frustration. He lets out an exhausted sigh, lips pulling into a soft smile.
“It’s so damn hot today,” he says and Yixing can only make a strangled sound in his throat as Kris runs a hand through his dark hair, combing it as best as he can to one side. His cheeks are shining with sweat and flushed red with exertion as he rests a hand on his hip, the other scratching the back of his neck.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a drink would you?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow and Yixing gets to his feet quickly, nodding as he shuffles over to the cupboard to retrieve a glass. He pours a cup of water from the fridge and hands it over with a strained smile. Kris takes it gratefully before gulping it down. Yixing watches, mesmerised by the bob of his Adam’s apple and the way a trickle of water misses his lips, trailing down his chin.
Almost subconsciously, Yixing reaches out a hand and brushes the droplet of water away with his fingertips and perhaps it would have been okay, except that he lingers near Kris’s lips, just sitting beside the dip of his mouth. His heartbeat jerks in his chest and Yixing finds it impossible to tear his gaze away from Kris’s face.
Kris freezes, setting the glass down on the table with a loud smack. His eyes widen slightly, assessing Yixing closely before a shiver of anticipation makes its way across his pupils.
And then he is pushing Yixing up onto the table, kissing him fiercely as Yixing wraps his legs around Kris’s waist, ankles hooked around each other. His mouth tastes of mint as Yixing swipes his tongue across Kris’s gums, along the ridges of his teeth before tangling their tongues together between them. His fingers clench in Kris’s hair and pull him closer, a small groan slipping from his mouth when Kris’s hand slides beneath his thin shirt, the fingers cool against the skin of his stomach.
The heat of arousal is fierce, blinding Yixing to any possible logical thoughts. When Kris pushes him down so that Yixing’s back hits the table with a soft thud, Yixing’s rationality has all but vanished, consumed by the lust that swirls deep inside him. His jeans are tight, and when Kris presses down against him, hips sliding together, he can feel Kris’s own hardness brush against him and that in itself makes Yixing gasp, bucking forward to increase the friction.
Kris’s knees are on either side of Yixing’s legs as Kris kisses him roughly, teeth scraping and mouths clashing desperately. The top of his jumpsuit is now unbuttoned down to his waist and Yixing pulls it off his arms, letting it fall down to reveal the expanse of skin across his chest and the muscles beneath. Yixing swallows and Kris grins - it makes Yixing vaguely wonder if Kris wasn’t as oblivious before as he seemed.
A tongue attaches itself to Yixing’s neck, following the curve of it down before swirling around a tender patch of skin in the dip of his shoulder, moving to trace the line of his collarbone. Yixing whimpers and his hands fists in Kris’s hair, eyes squeezing shut. Kris pulls him upright, large hands gently supporting his back, curling around Yixing almost protectively. He offers a light peck to Yixing’s lips before his hands travel down and oh god, Yixing has to do exert all of his self control to not scream when Kris’s fingers graze the tent in his pants.
“Fuck,” Yixing breathes between them, voice like gravel. Kris smirks and grinds his palm down mercilessly, causing Yixing’s hips to violently snap forward. Yixing realises he is shaking and he clings on to Kris’s back, head falling against his shoulder as he feels Kris’s fingers quickly pull down the zip of his pants, slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Suddenly, there’s the slam of a door upstairs and a series of loud footsteps and Yixing swears because he had completely forgotten about -
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Lu Han screams, flying into the kitchen, eyes wide. He stops in his tracks, an eyebrow rising at the sight of Kris (and Yixing doesn’t miss the subtle look of approval he sends the plumber.) But then he is rounding on Yixing again, waving his hands manically in the air.
“Were you seriously going to have sex in the middle of the day in the middle of the kitchen while I was just upstairs!?” he shouts. Yixing opens his mouth, unsure of how to respond. Kris decides to speak for him.
“Yes,” he says simply and Lu Han blinks.
“Yixing,” he manages to say through gritted teeth, “when I told you to hire a plumber this was not what I had in mind.” He gestures wildly at Kris before he places both hands on his hips, tapping his foot against the tiled floor.
Kris seems to get the hint and slips off Yixing, pulling his jumpsuit back up over his shoulders. He scoops up his toolbox, replaces his belt and offers them both a smile.
“So the sink should be all right now,” he says cheerfully, making his way over to the door. He winks at Yixing as he passes and slips a business card into Yixing’s hand. “If you ever need me to fix any other kinds of leaks…” He winks and Yixing coughs to cover up the laugh that bubbles over his lips.
Lu Han doesn’t speak until the engine of Kris’s car roars to life and there is the crunch of gravel as it reverses down the driveway.
“Well then,” Lu Han says, a smirk creeping across his lips, “having sex with the plumber? Aren’t you a kinky little shit?”
Yixing throws a shoe at his head.
*
AN: I wrote this in an hour and I swear I was insane while I did. I blame tlist for giving me all these ideas about plumber!kris and kris turning up in that damn denim jumpsuit at the airport today and sdfvsdbvgwdfb ROO, THIS IS MOSTLY YOUR FAULT. this is ridiculous. IM SORRY. notreally (I promise the other things im writing are better than this omfg)