Fic: Lost in Translation (5/?)
Title: Lost in Translation
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmi
Rating: +17
Summary: AU Kyuhyun is part of Zhou Mi's new high school class. Zhou Mi has been sleeping with him for two months. This is all very awkward.
Notes: For umberela and everyone who has followed this and waited patiently for me to update in these past seven months. I'm very grateful to all of you, and I hope you like this chapter. It's mushy just for all of you. (I'm sure some of you will be like :| but yeah .__.) Mushy chapter for my awesome readers! Silent and commenting :D
Also no beta, so all mistakes are mine, and I'm rereading through it for fixes all the time.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Kyuhyun looked good stretched out in his bed. Being naked didn’t hurt. Zhou Mi took a moment before stepping forward, paper plate of take out food balanced carefully on his palm. He climbed into bed, trying to make sure he didn’t spill any food as he put it down in between himself and Kyuhyun.
“So when did Ryeowook move out?”
“He hasn’t,” Zhou Mi said, handing the chopsticks over to Kyuhyun before digging into the food.
Kyuhyun shrugged. “I haven’t seen a lot of his stuff around.”
Zhou Mi looked at Kyuhyun with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at my ceiling for most of your visit. How could you see that some of his stuff was gone?”
Kyuhyun gave him a measured look. “I did do more than make your boyfriend feel bad for me that night I stayed over. I noticed his tea wasn’t on the sink, and most of his pans were gone. No wonder you are living off of take out.” He pushed a piece of beef against Zhou Mi’s lips and Zhou Mi gave him the look right back even as his lips parted and he ate the food.
“What was the point of that?” He asked after swallowing.
Kyuhyun shrugged, going back to eating, eyes not meeting Zhou Mi’s. “I just wanted to.”
Zhou Mi took a moment to digest that, but he still couldn’t stop himself from looking down, feeling the heat rise on his face. He didn’t want Kyuhyun to see him blushing, but he couldn’t focus on anything other than that. His mind raced, trying to find a topic to talk about, something to say.
How is Henry? Good thing he didn’t walk in on us earlier isn’t it?
Changmin still dating that older man? Guess the two of you will have something to talk about now.
So when do you plan on breaking Taeyeon’s heart?
Do your parents know where you are?
He was grateful when his phone went off. Kyuhyun watched him get it, eyes blank and Zhou Mi wondered what was going through his mind as he picked up the phone. No need to look at the caller id, Heechul’s voice told him it was Sungmin.
“Hey! What are you up to?” He tried to sound casual, like he hadn’t just spent the past two hours knee deep in his seventeen year old student, because he hadn’t been, for at least one part of that Kyuhyun had been in him.
Sungmin laughed. “Practice. Heechul was inspired yesterday, found god or something. I take it he got a blowjob from Jay and decided to try and write about it, again.”
Zhou Mi had stopped counting how many of their songs written by Heechul were about some sexual experience he had after he hit twenty. They almost topped the number of songs about running away to a fantasy world and the bitter, broken hearted, I’ll kill you if I ever see you again, songs. Sungmin was talking now and Zhou Mi had phased out. He made a shitty boyfriend he realized.
“I’m busy tonight,” he said automatically as he felt Kyuhyun press against his back, fingers running down his chest. He tried not to shiver as he heard Sungmin make a big show about pouting.
Kyuhyun’s lips ghosted against his neck and he whispered, “I don’t even think you can pout over the phone.”
Zhou Mi closed his eyes and got off the phone as quickly as he could, Sungmin protesting just a bit, but relenting after Zhou Mi felt himself getting agitated. He set the phone down and looked at Kyuhyun, hoping he wasn’t coming off as accusing, but Kyuhyun wasn’t even paying attention, going back to his food as if the entire conversation hadn’t just happened.
“He’s a really nice guy,” Kyuhyun commented after taking a few more bites, and he smiled even as Zhou Mi gave him a death glare.
“Don’t do anything to him.” Zhou Mi realized after the words came out, and Kyuhyun arched his eyebrow, that there wasn’t much that Kyuhyun could do to him. Ruin his career going up to him and shoving it in Sungmin’s face that he was banging his teacher? That didn’t seem like something that would end well for any of them.
Kyuhyun snorted. “I don’t need to do anything to him. You picked me.”
And that seemed to be that for Kyuhyun, but it settled awkwardly in Zhou Mi’s stomach, because he wasn’t sure how he was going to end this entire thing with Sungmin.
Kyuhyun looked at him and sighed, leaning over to kiss him. “Don’t think about it. I know you can’t just break up with him tomorrow. He’s friends with Ryeowook. Just please, don’t ignore me for him.” He looked at Zhou Mi through his bangs and Zhou Mi let out a tired sigh.
“If I ignore him, he’ll be the one to break up with me.”
Now Kyuhyun’s grin was wicked. “That’s the idea.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t stop himself from laughing, and he gave Kyuhyun a hard shove on the shoulder, grabbing the plate of food away from him. “You’re really awful.”
“Yeah, but you like that about me.” Kyuhyun took the chopsticks from Zhou Mi and took a bite to eat.
Zhou Mi shook his head. “You’re too cocky about that.” He nudged their shoulders together and Kyuhyun fed him another bite of food. “I need to knock you down a few pegs.”
Kyuhyun laughed and shook his head. “Am I guaranteed a solo? If not, that would be a great way to knock me down.”
“Who said anything about a solo?”
“Mr. Kim, the other voice teacher. For the end of semester concert?” Kyuhyun gave Zhou Mi a look. “Don’t think we’re stupid. Everyone is buzzing about it.”
Zhou Mi threw up his hands in defeat and flopped back on the bed. “We can’t hide anything from you? Yes there will be solos, and duets, and cross-platform performances. Auditions will be next Monday.”
He had his eyes closed but he felt Kyuhyun moving around, probably putting the plate down on the floor, before he crawled on top of Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi let out a smile as he felt Kyuhyun’s breath on his neck. “Is there anyway I can convince you to let me in without having to waste an afternoon just for five seconds of singing in front of you and Mr. Kim?”
“Ryeowook will be there too,” Zhou Mi mumbled as Kyuhyun kissed his collar, and he stretched underneath him, exposing more of his neck so Kyuhyun could suck lightly on it. Kyuhyun didn’t say anything, and Zhou Mi realized as he continued to kiss down his body, he was waiting for the answer. Zhou Mi let out a shiver. “Pretty sure you can’t do anything. Just will have to use your talent.”
Kyuhyun snorted, tongue swiping over Zhou Mi’s nipple. “I’ll use my talents all right.”
Zhou Mi let out a laugh and opened his eyes, shoving Kyuhyun off of him. “Stop it. You’re just being silly now.” He rolled over, reaching over Kyuhyun and the edge of the bed to grab the plate of food. “Help me finish this food, and then maybe I’ll be nice and let you show me your ‘talents’.” He used to his left hand fingers to make quotation marks as he took another bite of the food.
Kyuhyun laughed, reaching up to pull Zhou Mi down for a kiss. “Fine, fine.”
They walked to school together, mostly because Kyuhyun convinced Zhou Mi that it was plausible for them to just run into one another on the subway. Zhou Mi knew that Ryeowook wouldn’t see it that way, but Kyuhyun just waved off his concerns. He continued to pester Zhou Mi about the auditions, wanting to see the music that they would be singing, and Zhou Mi was proud of himself and how he managed to not give too much away.
At the door of the school, Kyuhyun gave Zhou Mi a wave, walking over to where Taeyeon was waiting patiently, a small smile on her face when she saw Kyuhyun approach her. Zhou Mi swallowed and looked away as he realized what was going to happen. He hadn’t actually heard what Kyuhyun had said to Seohyun, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be audience to him doing it again.
It was nasty though, he gathered from the way Tiffany was seething once again in his class. Zhou Mi knew that if this were a film Tiffany would approach him at the end of the class and tell him to “talk to Kyuhyun” and control him, and it would be awkward because Zhou Mi would interpret it one way, and she would mean it another way. Luckily she seemed to not even realize he existed as she stormed out of the classroom, hands wrapped around Seohyun’s and Jessica’s, trying to hold her calm.
He wasn’t surprised when Kyuhyun poked his head into the classroom, plate of food from the cafeteria in his hand.
“Are you exiled?” Zhou Mi asked, and he tried to not sound too disapproving. A part of him was giddy, because that meant Kyuhyun was his, but the other part felt bad for Taeyeon. She had only been a pawn in Kyuhyun’s plans to get to Zhou Mi, and he felt like if he had just given in earlier none of this would have happen.
He pushed aside him guilt, and all the bad feelings, as Kyuhyun pulled up a seat and put his food down. He had chosen this. He wouldn’t back down.
“Pretty much. The only people who have talked to me today have been Changmin, Henry and Jinki. But Jinki just to pass on a message from Tiffany, and then he ran away.” Kyuhyun let out a sigh. “I didn’t even know Tiffany was friends with Taeyeon! I wouldn’t have chosen her if I had known they were friends.” Zhou Mi was proud that he stopped his wince before Kyuhyun saw it. He glanced at Zhou Mi though, and frowned. “I take it you aren’t too happy with me?”
Zhou Mi sighed, opening up his own lunch. “It’s not that. Part of me is happy.” Kyuhyun shot him a grin and Zhou Mi glared. “No I’m not sadistic and I have not liked watching the two of them suffer because you’ve been a dick, but,” he looked away, because he didn’t want Kyuhyun to see him say this, “I am glad that you are mine.”
Kyuhyun’s face lit up and he began to eat his food, pushing it forward so they could share. “You aren’t going to stop me from coming here every lunch are you?”
Zhou Mi shook his head. “No I guess not. I’ll have to figure out why you are here…” he looked up when Kyuhyun ducked his head. “What did you do?”
Kyuhyun let out a shaky laugh. “Well, Jinki and Changmin asked why I had broken up with Taeyeon, because I had just asked her out. And I may have said you gave me an ultimatum.”
Zhou Mi’s jaw dropped. “What?” His voice squeaked. “How could you think that was a good idea?”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “It was a good ultimatum! Give me some credit.” He waved his hand. “It was either continue to distract myself dating or be sponsored by you.”
“You told them I was going to sponsor you?” Zhou Mi asked, jaw still hanging. Sponsoring a student was only something you did when the student was in their final year. It was a full time commitment, and you only picked those you thought would succeed, and you help guide them to life outside of the school. In some twisted way what they were doing could be considered Zhou Mi sponsoring Kyuhyun, but saying it would just draw attention to them.
Kyuhyun shrugged, leaning across the table to grab some of Zhou Mi’s food. “Well if you were going to sponsor anyone it would be me right?”
Zhou Mi let out a dramatic sigh and rubbed his face. “Ryeowook is going to kill me.”
“Ryeowook will never say anything.”
Zhou Mi let out a hysterical laugh and dropped his hand from his face. “You are a truly terrible person, Kyuhyun.”
Kyuhyun shot him a wicked look. “No. A truly terrible person would give you a blowjob right now.”
Zhou Mi was hard instantly, and all the blood rushed from face. He felt how pale he went, and as he swallowed, trying to get his mouth working, Kyuhyun grinned, pushing his seat back. “No,” Zhou Mi tried to say. “Someone will walk in.”
“We could shut off the lights and lock the doors,” Kyuhyun was still grinning, and going to stand up. “But I just like the idea of me under the table. No one will know.”
“You make me scream,” Zhou Mi tried for compliments to get Kyuhyun to sit back down, but he knew he wasn’t very convincing because he was pushing his own seat back, legs spreading before he could think to stop them.
Kyuhyun licked his lips, standing up fully and walking behind Zhou Mi’s desk, in between his spread legs.
The door swung open.
They both snapped their heads to the side, and Zhou Mi’s heart was suddenly pounding. Kyuhyun tried to step away as slow as naturally possible, trying not to look like he was doing anything.
Henry stood in the doorway, paper bag that had his lunch in his hand as he tried to catch his breath.
“So sorry I’m late. I wanted to grab food, and when I didn’t see Kyuhyun in the lunchroom I realized he might have eaten in here. And then I was worried I had misunderstood.” He finally looked up, eyes wild and Zhou Mi opened his mouth to ask Henry what he even meant.
He glanced at Kyuhyun, but he just shrugged, taking another step back.
“Oh, Mr. Joo,” the head master poked his head in over Henry, and he smiled. “I didn’t know you kept students during lunch.”
Zhou Mi swallowed, and he didn’t know what to say. Kyuhyun was looking at him, trying to encourage him to talk, but he knew how crap Zhou Mi was at lying.
“Oh. Well normally we work afterschool, with Henry. He’s struggling with his voice class, but yesterday I had to leave early and so we decided to have it during lunch instead.”
The head master nodded, and patted Henry on the shoulder. “Well that’s good. I take it, Kyuhyun is it? He’s helping?”
Zhou Mi nodded slowly, looking at Kyuhyun. “He is helping me. It also give him extra practice with me as well. We don’t always cover the basics in the higher level classes, because we figure you know them, but Kyuhyun,” he forced the name out, “likes to brush up on them every so often.”
“Can never be too good at something, head master.” Kyuhyun ducked his head and stepped from behind Zhou Mi’s desk.
“Good philosophy,” the head master said, smiling at them all. “Well I’m just checking on people, seeing how they are doing. Enjoy your practice. But please be careful,” he kept his eye on Zhou Mi. “Students need to eat.”
Zhou Mi nodded, and let out the breath of air he had been holding since Henry had burst in. Henry had collapsed against the wall and was staring at the opposite wall. He turned his head when Kyuhyun sat back down in his chair, and smiled shakily at the two of them.
“Please never put me in that position again,” he said, pushing himself off the wall. “I just lost a year off of my life.”
Zhou Mi narrowed his eyes, suddenly very, very afraid as Henry sat down in one of the chairs. “Did you want something Henry?”
Henry let out a laugh, and he looked at Kyuhyun, not Zhou Mi. “I thought you had been lying to me. To make me feel better.”
Kyuhyun shook his head slowly. He looked at Zhou Mi and shrugged. “How did you know?”
Another hysterical laugh left Henry’s mouth and Zhou Mi shifted in his chair. It was the same sound he made whenever he couldn’t believe what was going on. “You mean besides your big show with Taeyeon this morning? We had practice yesterday.” He finally looked up. “I am traumatized. And you two need to pay for my therapy.”
Zhou Mi choked on thin air, and he started to speak way too quickly, trying to explain himself.
Henry just waved him off. “No it’s okay. I just. Never needed to see that. Ever. And I would appreciate if I never risk seeing that again.” He swallowed, lowering his voice as he finally looked at Zhou Mi. “You two need to be careful. I know it’s different from,” he paused, “it’s different. Kyuhyun told me how it started, but you still need to be careful.”
“We will be,” Kyuhyun said, completely sure of himself, and Zhou Mi wished he could be that confident.
Henry let out another laugh, not quite as hysterical, as he looked away Zhou Mi. “I’m not sure I can look him in the eye every again, Kyuhyun.” He took out his lunch and Zhou Mi realized that he was talking mostly to Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi could feel the lack of respect he was now getting from Henry now that he knew him and Kyuhyun were together.
As he looked at Kyuhyun laugh, because Henry had moved on from bemoaning walking in on them and had moved in on to complaining about how Tiffany was making him chose a side, he realized it might be a small price to pay. Lack of respect for getting to spend time with Kyuhyun? He could handle that.
Changmin joined them for practice after school. Zhou Mi looked towards Kyuhyun for an explanation but he had only shrugged. It was hard, harder than it had been during lunch, because Henry had known, and even if in the beginning Zhou Mi had been wary, near the end he had at least been willing to tease Kyuhyun like he normally would, slipping into calling Kyuhyun “Kui Xian.”
He couldn’t do that with Changmin there.
“Why are you here again?” Kyuhyun griped, poking Changmin in the shoulder.
Henry hid a laugh as he took a breath before continuing to try and sing the piece they were working in on Voice II.
“You said they were having auditions soon. I’ve decided to follow your lead and suck up.” He poked Kyuhyun back and Zhou Mi rolled his eye. He hadn’t told Kyuhyun that they were invite only auditions, and that only the upper levels could participate. But there would be no harm in Changmin continuing to practice.
“You two can either continue to talk outside, or stay in here and be quiet,” Zhou Mi commented, as he stopped playing after Henry had messed up one too many times. “You’re hardly helping Henry.”
Kyuhyun mimed zipping his lips and shot Changmin a glare to do the same. Changmin kept leaning over throughout the practice though, trying to talk to Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi knew he meant no harm by it, because Changmin didn’t even think of Zhou Mi as anything but a teacher. It made Zhou Mi feel safer but at the same time, it made him feel ignored.
Henry shut his music folder with a snap and sighed. “Alright, I’ve got to get going.” He grabbed his backpack and waved to Zhou Mi. “Thanks for the help Mr. Joo!”
Zhou Mi waved back, waiting for Kyuhyun to dismiss Changmin so they could talk about dinner. Kyuhyun had already told his parents he was staying with Henry for the night, so to not expect him home, and they had been planning on dinner. Changmin grabbed Kyuhyun’s forearm though, and dragged him towards the door.
“Bye Mr. Joo! It’s been fun,” he smiled, and kept pulling on Kyuhyun until finally his feet began to move.
Kyuhyun shot Zhou Mi an apologetic look and got dragged outside. He didn’t say goodbye.
Zhou Mi was alone, and he sighed, head hitting his desk. That wasn’t what he had been intending. Henry was okay, because Henry understood, but to be completely ignored when they were suppose to be together, it was like school. And it hurt, because he didn’t want to be ignored. Especially not after school.
He wondered if Kyuhyun ever felt like that, and then shook his head. He began to pack up, planning out what he should do to get food. He should probably go grocery shopping. And he had mentioned to Kyuhyun that they should both start packing a lunch. It was easy to do this morning, and now it felt so far away. Now that he was alone he felt like they weren’t together.
He sighed, and tried to grab hold of the feeling from this morning. When they had ridden the bus into school, and laughed with one another, heads pressed together. Kyuhyun had made him not worry about the looks people gave them for the twenty minute ride into school. But now he was fretting about it, and everything.
Heechul’s voice cut him off and Zhou Mi scrunched up his face as he answered his phone.
“Hello?”
“Mimi?” Sungmin sounded happy, and that was good. “Hey!” He laughed, and there was commotion in the background. “Hey, listen, you know how I said we were going back to Daegu?” Zhou Mi hadn’t remembered. That stabbed him in the gut. “Well,” Sungmin didn’t let him answer, “turns out they canceled because they found out Heechul liked kissing members of the band, so we are officially banned from another venue!” There was a cheer in the background and Sungmin laughed, holding his hand over the phone because the next part was muffled. “We should not be happy about being banned! How else will we share our music?” Someone answered and then Sungmin was back on the phone. “Anyway, we aren’t going. So how about if you and I go out tonight? My treat. I promise I won’t bring their crazy.”
Zhou Mi mulled it over in his head. He probably wouldn’t get to see Kyuhyun tonight, and the company wouldn’t be too bad. And it would also give him the chance to start letting Sungmin off easy. Because he did like Sungmin as a person, and he wouldn’t mind being friends with Sungmin. So it would need to be a nice, easy break up.
He needed more friends his age.
His phone went off and he frowned. “Hold on, I got a text.” He didn't wait for Sungmin to tell him it was okay, because he was already looking at the text.
Don’t make plans! I’m only with Changmin for a bit. I’ll grab dinner :P
Zhou Mi felt a smile tugging on his mouth and he went back to Sungmin. “Sorry Sungmin. I had already planned a date with my sofa and some ice cream.” It was easier to lie in half truths.
Sungmin laughed. “Ditched for a sofa and ice cream. Wow that’s cold. Is it any good?”
“Very good.”
“I see how it is. Well we’ll do something later this week. I know you’re going to busy near the end of the end. You’re auditions are coming up soon right?”
Zhou Mi nodded. “Next week.” It touched him that Sungmin remembered. “We’ll do something before then, okay? I’ll try to get free.”
“Sure thing,” Sungmin said with another laugh. “I love you.” He had lowered his voice when he said and Zhou Mi swallowed.
“I love you too.”
Zhou Mi hung up the phone with a sigh, stomach sinking. He looked back at Kyuhyun’s text message, and it made him feel better. It helped him remember why he was doing this. He had always been crap at breaking up with people, Kyuhyun being a prime example. And even though he had never loved Sungmin, had forced himself at the best of times, he still didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
He sighed. Hopefully Kyuhyun’s advice from earlier, about ditching him so many times, would make this easier.
Kyuhyun was sitting outside his apartment door when he got there, bag of groceries at his feet. He smiled at Zhou Mi as he approached.
“Sorry about that. Changmin was just,” he waved his hand. “He says I’ve been avoiding him since I started dating and so now that I’m single he wants me to spend more time with him.”
Zhou Mi unlocked the door, and looked at his key as Kyuhyun put the groceries on the kitchen table. “We should probably get you a key.”
Kyuhyun paused and turned around. “What?”
Zhou Mi tried not to shuffle. “Well it’s just, before this all happened, I had been intending on asking you to move in. And now that we are back together, even though you can’t live with me, I still think you should have a key. No point in you waiting outside for me.” He took a deep breath. “I trusted you before, and that can’t change.”
Kyuhyun nodded slowly, stepping away from the groceries, and Zhou Mi distantly thought it would be nice to cook dinner together. They hadn’t done that before, mostly because Ryeowook had always cooked everything. He watched Kyuhyun approach him, slowly, and it took him a moment to realize what Kyuhyun was going to do.
He kissed him, slowly, arms wrapped around Zhou Mi’s shoulders. Zhou Mi kissed back, bending his head, and resting his hands on Kyuhyun’s hips, trying to hold onto something. Kyuhyun parted his lips, breathing in, before continuing the kiss. There was his tongue, just a bit, just enough, and Zhou Mi was lost tasting Kyuhyun. He thought that eventually he would get bored with him, but no. He would never get bored of Kyuhyun. Not when he tasted like that.
Kyuhyun broke the kiss and Zhou Mi let out a breath, pushing their foreheads together. “We should eat.”
“Later,” Kyuhyun whispered.
He coaxed him onto the couch, laid Zhou Mi on his back after stripping him, one piece of clothing at a time, and trailed his lips from his chin all the way do, past Zhou Mi’s cock. He whimpered. He tried to pull him back, but Kyuhyun kissed his inner thigh, and then down further to the inside of his knee. Zhou Mi let out a sigh, making eye contact with Kyuhyun, and he took a breath to relax.
He was still hard though, and he arched his hips, trying to entice Kyuhyun as he kissed his way back up Zhou Mi’s body.
He kissed him lazily, and Zhou Mi returned the kiss, rocking his hips against Kyuhyun’s. He wanted him to move faster, but he had to admit the slow kissing was nice, relaxing. He could do it forever.
Kyuhyun finally broke the kiss, and he looked at Zhou Mi for a moment, before getting up to his knees, straddling Zhou Mi’s hips. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, climbing off the couch and Zhou Mi missed his warmth, but he liked watching Kyuhyun bend over to get the lube and condom from his backpack. Zhou Mi tilted his head but didn’t ask as Kyuhyun came back to the couch, straddling him again.
He wrapped his hand around the base of Zhou Mi’s cock and he watch Kyuhyun stroke him slowly. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of his movements because it was different tonight. Zhou Mi swallowed and tried to keep his eyes open; he didn’t want to miss anything.
Kyuhyun shot him a grin, licking his lips before he opened the condom and slowly rolled it onto Zhou Mi. And then he was slowly inserting one finger inside himself, going slow. He was probably still tender from last night, and Zhou Mi saw him hide a wince. A part of him felt bad, but the other part was a bit proud that he had done that to Kyuhyun.
He shoved that part of him down, though, and focused on Kyuhyun’s finger working itself in and out. He wanted to reach forward to help, but he liked that Kyuhyun was doing this.
He whimpered, and Zhou Mi looked at him, finally reaching and resting his palm on Kyuhyun’s hip. He wanted to say something encouraging, but his mouth was dry, and anything he said would sound stupid. So he just touched Kyuhyun, trailing his fingers up and down his side until Kyuhyun took his fingers out and slowly began to lower himself.
Zhou Mi sucked in a deep breath as he watched Kyuhyun throw his head back. He was going slow, taking his time, and Zhou Mi let him set the pace. Kyuhyun’s knees were already shaking and he hadn’t already gotten Zhou Mi fully inside him. Zhou Mi curled both hands around his waist and helped him stay steady as he finally got all of Zhou Mi’s cock inside him.
Kyuhyun took a deep breath, and waited. Zhou Mi sucked in another breath, letting him wait. Kyuhyun looked beautiful like this, chest heaving as he tried to relax. Cock hard against his stomach. He wanted to say that, but he couldn’t talk. His mouth was dry, and then he gasped because Kyuhyun had moved, rising up on his knees.
He kept the pace slow, and Zhou Mi let him, rising and falling slowly. All he did was keep him steady, kept him moving because Zhou Mi wasn’t sure he could handle it if Kyuhyun just decided to stop and wait again. He gasped, moving his hand from Kyuhyun’s hip to wrap around his cock, and Kyuhyun arched, letting out a cry. He kept moving, hips up and down and he tried to thrust forward to but Zhou Mi held him in place, stroking his hand.
Kyuhyun let out a cry as he came, coming on Zhou Mi’s chest and Zhou Mi closed his eyes tight. He came hard, groaning Kyuhyun’s name and clenching at his hips.
“I love you, I love you,” Kyuhyun gasped out, falling forward, pulling himself off Zhou Mi’s cock.
Zhou Mi cuddled him, hands trying to find the right position to cradle Kyuhyun’s face and him, and make him feel safe. “I know, I know,” he whispered back when he finally got Kyuhyun to look at him with misted over eyes. He smiled, kissing Kyuhyun softly on the lips. “I love you too.”
Kyuhyun blinked, like the words were just registering and then he smiled. “Good.”
Zhou Mi let out a laugh, kissing Kyuhyun again. “We aren’t going to make dinner are we?”
Kyuhyun tried to look over the couch into the kitchen, but gave up after a moment. “Probably not,” he conceded. “But it’s good to have food in the house.”
Zhou Mi laughed and looked over to where his coat was that had his phone. Much too far. He’d have to stand to get it. He looked at Kyuhyun still lying on his chest and sighed, wrapping his arms tight around him. “Wanna wait a few more moments.”
Kyuhyun wrinkled his nose. “We wait much longer and we’ll be glued together.”
Zhou Mi laughed again, trying to push Kyuhyun up. He winced at the sound it made, like something may have been tearing, and he sighed when it was obvious Kyuhyun wasn’t going to help him, he let him drop back down.
It hurt, but Kyuhyun laughed, and nuzzled his face into Zhou Mi’s neck.
6
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Qmi
Rating: +17
Summary: AU Kyuhyun is part of Zhou Mi's new high school class. Zhou Mi has been sleeping with him for two months. This is all very awkward.
Notes: For umberela and everyone who has followed this and waited patiently for me to update in these past seven months. I'm very grateful to all of you, and I hope you like this chapter. It's mushy just for all of you. (I'm sure some of you will be like :| but yeah .__.) Mushy chapter for my awesome readers! Silent and commenting :D
Also no beta, so all mistakes are mine, and I'm rereading through it for fixes all the time.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Kyuhyun looked good stretched out in his bed. Being naked didn’t hurt. Zhou Mi took a moment before stepping forward, paper plate of take out food balanced carefully on his palm. He climbed into bed, trying to make sure he didn’t spill any food as he put it down in between himself and Kyuhyun.
“So when did Ryeowook move out?”
“He hasn’t,” Zhou Mi said, handing the chopsticks over to Kyuhyun before digging into the food.
Kyuhyun shrugged. “I haven’t seen a lot of his stuff around.”
Zhou Mi looked at Kyuhyun with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at my ceiling for most of your visit. How could you see that some of his stuff was gone?”
Kyuhyun gave him a measured look. “I did do more than make your boyfriend feel bad for me that night I stayed over. I noticed his tea wasn’t on the sink, and most of his pans were gone. No wonder you are living off of take out.” He pushed a piece of beef against Zhou Mi’s lips and Zhou Mi gave him the look right back even as his lips parted and he ate the food.
“What was the point of that?” He asked after swallowing.
Kyuhyun shrugged, going back to eating, eyes not meeting Zhou Mi’s. “I just wanted to.”
Zhou Mi took a moment to digest that, but he still couldn’t stop himself from looking down, feeling the heat rise on his face. He didn’t want Kyuhyun to see him blushing, but he couldn’t focus on anything other than that. His mind raced, trying to find a topic to talk about, something to say.
How is Henry? Good thing he didn’t walk in on us earlier isn’t it?
Changmin still dating that older man? Guess the two of you will have something to talk about now.
So when do you plan on breaking Taeyeon’s heart?
Do your parents know where you are?
He was grateful when his phone went off. Kyuhyun watched him get it, eyes blank and Zhou Mi wondered what was going through his mind as he picked up the phone. No need to look at the caller id, Heechul’s voice told him it was Sungmin.
“Hey! What are you up to?” He tried to sound casual, like he hadn’t just spent the past two hours knee deep in his seventeen year old student, because he hadn’t been, for at least one part of that Kyuhyun had been in him.
Sungmin laughed. “Practice. Heechul was inspired yesterday, found god or something. I take it he got a blowjob from Jay and decided to try and write about it, again.”
Zhou Mi had stopped counting how many of their songs written by Heechul were about some sexual experience he had after he hit twenty. They almost topped the number of songs about running away to a fantasy world and the bitter, broken hearted, I’ll kill you if I ever see you again, songs. Sungmin was talking now and Zhou Mi had phased out. He made a shitty boyfriend he realized.
“I’m busy tonight,” he said automatically as he felt Kyuhyun press against his back, fingers running down his chest. He tried not to shiver as he heard Sungmin make a big show about pouting.
Kyuhyun’s lips ghosted against his neck and he whispered, “I don’t even think you can pout over the phone.”
Zhou Mi closed his eyes and got off the phone as quickly as he could, Sungmin protesting just a bit, but relenting after Zhou Mi felt himself getting agitated. He set the phone down and looked at Kyuhyun, hoping he wasn’t coming off as accusing, but Kyuhyun wasn’t even paying attention, going back to his food as if the entire conversation hadn’t just happened.
“He’s a really nice guy,” Kyuhyun commented after taking a few more bites, and he smiled even as Zhou Mi gave him a death glare.
“Don’t do anything to him.” Zhou Mi realized after the words came out, and Kyuhyun arched his eyebrow, that there wasn’t much that Kyuhyun could do to him. Ruin his career going up to him and shoving it in Sungmin’s face that he was banging his teacher? That didn’t seem like something that would end well for any of them.
Kyuhyun snorted. “I don’t need to do anything to him. You picked me.”
And that seemed to be that for Kyuhyun, but it settled awkwardly in Zhou Mi’s stomach, because he wasn’t sure how he was going to end this entire thing with Sungmin.
Kyuhyun looked at him and sighed, leaning over to kiss him. “Don’t think about it. I know you can’t just break up with him tomorrow. He’s friends with Ryeowook. Just please, don’t ignore me for him.” He looked at Zhou Mi through his bangs and Zhou Mi let out a tired sigh.
“If I ignore him, he’ll be the one to break up with me.”
Now Kyuhyun’s grin was wicked. “That’s the idea.”
Zhou Mi couldn’t stop himself from laughing, and he gave Kyuhyun a hard shove on the shoulder, grabbing the plate of food away from him. “You’re really awful.”
“Yeah, but you like that about me.” Kyuhyun took the chopsticks from Zhou Mi and took a bite to eat.
Zhou Mi shook his head. “You’re too cocky about that.” He nudged their shoulders together and Kyuhyun fed him another bite of food. “I need to knock you down a few pegs.”
Kyuhyun laughed and shook his head. “Am I guaranteed a solo? If not, that would be a great way to knock me down.”
“Who said anything about a solo?”
“Mr. Kim, the other voice teacher. For the end of semester concert?” Kyuhyun gave Zhou Mi a look. “Don’t think we’re stupid. Everyone is buzzing about it.”
Zhou Mi threw up his hands in defeat and flopped back on the bed. “We can’t hide anything from you? Yes there will be solos, and duets, and cross-platform performances. Auditions will be next Monday.”
He had his eyes closed but he felt Kyuhyun moving around, probably putting the plate down on the floor, before he crawled on top of Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi let out a smile as he felt Kyuhyun’s breath on his neck. “Is there anyway I can convince you to let me in without having to waste an afternoon just for five seconds of singing in front of you and Mr. Kim?”
“Ryeowook will be there too,” Zhou Mi mumbled as Kyuhyun kissed his collar, and he stretched underneath him, exposing more of his neck so Kyuhyun could suck lightly on it. Kyuhyun didn’t say anything, and Zhou Mi realized as he continued to kiss down his body, he was waiting for the answer. Zhou Mi let out a shiver. “Pretty sure you can’t do anything. Just will have to use your talent.”
Kyuhyun snorted, tongue swiping over Zhou Mi’s nipple. “I’ll use my talents all right.”
Zhou Mi let out a laugh and opened his eyes, shoving Kyuhyun off of him. “Stop it. You’re just being silly now.” He rolled over, reaching over Kyuhyun and the edge of the bed to grab the plate of food. “Help me finish this food, and then maybe I’ll be nice and let you show me your ‘talents’.” He used to his left hand fingers to make quotation marks as he took another bite of the food.
Kyuhyun laughed, reaching up to pull Zhou Mi down for a kiss. “Fine, fine.”
They walked to school together, mostly because Kyuhyun convinced Zhou Mi that it was plausible for them to just run into one another on the subway. Zhou Mi knew that Ryeowook wouldn’t see it that way, but Kyuhyun just waved off his concerns. He continued to pester Zhou Mi about the auditions, wanting to see the music that they would be singing, and Zhou Mi was proud of himself and how he managed to not give too much away.
At the door of the school, Kyuhyun gave Zhou Mi a wave, walking over to where Taeyeon was waiting patiently, a small smile on her face when she saw Kyuhyun approach her. Zhou Mi swallowed and looked away as he realized what was going to happen. He hadn’t actually heard what Kyuhyun had said to Seohyun, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be audience to him doing it again.
It was nasty though, he gathered from the way Tiffany was seething once again in his class. Zhou Mi knew that if this were a film Tiffany would approach him at the end of the class and tell him to “talk to Kyuhyun” and control him, and it would be awkward because Zhou Mi would interpret it one way, and she would mean it another way. Luckily she seemed to not even realize he existed as she stormed out of the classroom, hands wrapped around Seohyun’s and Jessica’s, trying to hold her calm.
He wasn’t surprised when Kyuhyun poked his head into the classroom, plate of food from the cafeteria in his hand.
“Are you exiled?” Zhou Mi asked, and he tried to not sound too disapproving. A part of him was giddy, because that meant Kyuhyun was his, but the other part felt bad for Taeyeon. She had only been a pawn in Kyuhyun’s plans to get to Zhou Mi, and he felt like if he had just given in earlier none of this would have happen.
He pushed aside him guilt, and all the bad feelings, as Kyuhyun pulled up a seat and put his food down. He had chosen this. He wouldn’t back down.
“Pretty much. The only people who have talked to me today have been Changmin, Henry and Jinki. But Jinki just to pass on a message from Tiffany, and then he ran away.” Kyuhyun let out a sigh. “I didn’t even know Tiffany was friends with Taeyeon! I wouldn’t have chosen her if I had known they were friends.” Zhou Mi was proud that he stopped his wince before Kyuhyun saw it. He glanced at Zhou Mi though, and frowned. “I take it you aren’t too happy with me?”
Zhou Mi sighed, opening up his own lunch. “It’s not that. Part of me is happy.” Kyuhyun shot him a grin and Zhou Mi glared. “No I’m not sadistic and I have not liked watching the two of them suffer because you’ve been a dick, but,” he looked away, because he didn’t want Kyuhyun to see him say this, “I am glad that you are mine.”
Kyuhyun’s face lit up and he began to eat his food, pushing it forward so they could share. “You aren’t going to stop me from coming here every lunch are you?”
Zhou Mi shook his head. “No I guess not. I’ll have to figure out why you are here…” he looked up when Kyuhyun ducked his head. “What did you do?”
Kyuhyun let out a shaky laugh. “Well, Jinki and Changmin asked why I had broken up with Taeyeon, because I had just asked her out. And I may have said you gave me an ultimatum.”
Zhou Mi’s jaw dropped. “What?” His voice squeaked. “How could you think that was a good idea?”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “It was a good ultimatum! Give me some credit.” He waved his hand. “It was either continue to distract myself dating or be sponsored by you.”
“You told them I was going to sponsor you?” Zhou Mi asked, jaw still hanging. Sponsoring a student was only something you did when the student was in their final year. It was a full time commitment, and you only picked those you thought would succeed, and you help guide them to life outside of the school. In some twisted way what they were doing could be considered Zhou Mi sponsoring Kyuhyun, but saying it would just draw attention to them.
Kyuhyun shrugged, leaning across the table to grab some of Zhou Mi’s food. “Well if you were going to sponsor anyone it would be me right?”
Zhou Mi let out a dramatic sigh and rubbed his face. “Ryeowook is going to kill me.”
“Ryeowook will never say anything.”
Zhou Mi let out a hysterical laugh and dropped his hand from his face. “You are a truly terrible person, Kyuhyun.”
Kyuhyun shot him a wicked look. “No. A truly terrible person would give you a blowjob right now.”
Zhou Mi was hard instantly, and all the blood rushed from face. He felt how pale he went, and as he swallowed, trying to get his mouth working, Kyuhyun grinned, pushing his seat back. “No,” Zhou Mi tried to say. “Someone will walk in.”
“We could shut off the lights and lock the doors,” Kyuhyun was still grinning, and going to stand up. “But I just like the idea of me under the table. No one will know.”
“You make me scream,” Zhou Mi tried for compliments to get Kyuhyun to sit back down, but he knew he wasn’t very convincing because he was pushing his own seat back, legs spreading before he could think to stop them.
Kyuhyun licked his lips, standing up fully and walking behind Zhou Mi’s desk, in between his spread legs.
The door swung open.
They both snapped their heads to the side, and Zhou Mi’s heart was suddenly pounding. Kyuhyun tried to step away as slow as naturally possible, trying not to look like he was doing anything.
Henry stood in the doorway, paper bag that had his lunch in his hand as he tried to catch his breath.
“So sorry I’m late. I wanted to grab food, and when I didn’t see Kyuhyun in the lunchroom I realized he might have eaten in here. And then I was worried I had misunderstood.” He finally looked up, eyes wild and Zhou Mi opened his mouth to ask Henry what he even meant.
He glanced at Kyuhyun, but he just shrugged, taking another step back.
“Oh, Mr. Joo,” the head master poked his head in over Henry, and he smiled. “I didn’t know you kept students during lunch.”
Zhou Mi swallowed, and he didn’t know what to say. Kyuhyun was looking at him, trying to encourage him to talk, but he knew how crap Zhou Mi was at lying.
“Oh. Well normally we work afterschool, with Henry. He’s struggling with his voice class, but yesterday I had to leave early and so we decided to have it during lunch instead.”
The head master nodded, and patted Henry on the shoulder. “Well that’s good. I take it, Kyuhyun is it? He’s helping?”
Zhou Mi nodded slowly, looking at Kyuhyun. “He is helping me. It also give him extra practice with me as well. We don’t always cover the basics in the higher level classes, because we figure you know them, but Kyuhyun,” he forced the name out, “likes to brush up on them every so often.”
“Can never be too good at something, head master.” Kyuhyun ducked his head and stepped from behind Zhou Mi’s desk.
“Good philosophy,” the head master said, smiling at them all. “Well I’m just checking on people, seeing how they are doing. Enjoy your practice. But please be careful,” he kept his eye on Zhou Mi. “Students need to eat.”
Zhou Mi nodded, and let out the breath of air he had been holding since Henry had burst in. Henry had collapsed against the wall and was staring at the opposite wall. He turned his head when Kyuhyun sat back down in his chair, and smiled shakily at the two of them.
“Please never put me in that position again,” he said, pushing himself off the wall. “I just lost a year off of my life.”
Zhou Mi narrowed his eyes, suddenly very, very afraid as Henry sat down in one of the chairs. “Did you want something Henry?”
Henry let out a laugh, and he looked at Kyuhyun, not Zhou Mi. “I thought you had been lying to me. To make me feel better.”
Kyuhyun shook his head slowly. He looked at Zhou Mi and shrugged. “How did you know?”
Another hysterical laugh left Henry’s mouth and Zhou Mi shifted in his chair. It was the same sound he made whenever he couldn’t believe what was going on. “You mean besides your big show with Taeyeon this morning? We had practice yesterday.” He finally looked up. “I am traumatized. And you two need to pay for my therapy.”
Zhou Mi choked on thin air, and he started to speak way too quickly, trying to explain himself.
Henry just waved him off. “No it’s okay. I just. Never needed to see that. Ever. And I would appreciate if I never risk seeing that again.” He swallowed, lowering his voice as he finally looked at Zhou Mi. “You two need to be careful. I know it’s different from,” he paused, “it’s different. Kyuhyun told me how it started, but you still need to be careful.”
“We will be,” Kyuhyun said, completely sure of himself, and Zhou Mi wished he could be that confident.
Henry let out another laugh, not quite as hysterical, as he looked away Zhou Mi. “I’m not sure I can look him in the eye every again, Kyuhyun.” He took out his lunch and Zhou Mi realized that he was talking mostly to Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi could feel the lack of respect he was now getting from Henry now that he knew him and Kyuhyun were together.
As he looked at Kyuhyun laugh, because Henry had moved on from bemoaning walking in on them and had moved in on to complaining about how Tiffany was making him chose a side, he realized it might be a small price to pay. Lack of respect for getting to spend time with Kyuhyun? He could handle that.
Changmin joined them for practice after school. Zhou Mi looked towards Kyuhyun for an explanation but he had only shrugged. It was hard, harder than it had been during lunch, because Henry had known, and even if in the beginning Zhou Mi had been wary, near the end he had at least been willing to tease Kyuhyun like he normally would, slipping into calling Kyuhyun “Kui Xian.”
He couldn’t do that with Changmin there.
“Why are you here again?” Kyuhyun griped, poking Changmin in the shoulder.
Henry hid a laugh as he took a breath before continuing to try and sing the piece they were working in on Voice II.
“You said they were having auditions soon. I’ve decided to follow your lead and suck up.” He poked Kyuhyun back and Zhou Mi rolled his eye. He hadn’t told Kyuhyun that they were invite only auditions, and that only the upper levels could participate. But there would be no harm in Changmin continuing to practice.
“You two can either continue to talk outside, or stay in here and be quiet,” Zhou Mi commented, as he stopped playing after Henry had messed up one too many times. “You’re hardly helping Henry.”
Kyuhyun mimed zipping his lips and shot Changmin a glare to do the same. Changmin kept leaning over throughout the practice though, trying to talk to Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi knew he meant no harm by it, because Changmin didn’t even think of Zhou Mi as anything but a teacher. It made Zhou Mi feel safer but at the same time, it made him feel ignored.
Henry shut his music folder with a snap and sighed. “Alright, I’ve got to get going.” He grabbed his backpack and waved to Zhou Mi. “Thanks for the help Mr. Joo!”
Zhou Mi waved back, waiting for Kyuhyun to dismiss Changmin so they could talk about dinner. Kyuhyun had already told his parents he was staying with Henry for the night, so to not expect him home, and they had been planning on dinner. Changmin grabbed Kyuhyun’s forearm though, and dragged him towards the door.
“Bye Mr. Joo! It’s been fun,” he smiled, and kept pulling on Kyuhyun until finally his feet began to move.
Kyuhyun shot Zhou Mi an apologetic look and got dragged outside. He didn’t say goodbye.
Zhou Mi was alone, and he sighed, head hitting his desk. That wasn’t what he had been intending. Henry was okay, because Henry understood, but to be completely ignored when they were suppose to be together, it was like school. And it hurt, because he didn’t want to be ignored. Especially not after school.
He wondered if Kyuhyun ever felt like that, and then shook his head. He began to pack up, planning out what he should do to get food. He should probably go grocery shopping. And he had mentioned to Kyuhyun that they should both start packing a lunch. It was easy to do this morning, and now it felt so far away. Now that he was alone he felt like they weren’t together.
He sighed, and tried to grab hold of the feeling from this morning. When they had ridden the bus into school, and laughed with one another, heads pressed together. Kyuhyun had made him not worry about the looks people gave them for the twenty minute ride into school. But now he was fretting about it, and everything.
Heechul’s voice cut him off and Zhou Mi scrunched up his face as he answered his phone.
“Hello?”
“Mimi?” Sungmin sounded happy, and that was good. “Hey!” He laughed, and there was commotion in the background. “Hey, listen, you know how I said we were going back to Daegu?” Zhou Mi hadn’t remembered. That stabbed him in the gut. “Well,” Sungmin didn’t let him answer, “turns out they canceled because they found out Heechul liked kissing members of the band, so we are officially banned from another venue!” There was a cheer in the background and Sungmin laughed, holding his hand over the phone because the next part was muffled. “We should not be happy about being banned! How else will we share our music?” Someone answered and then Sungmin was back on the phone. “Anyway, we aren’t going. So how about if you and I go out tonight? My treat. I promise I won’t bring their crazy.”
Zhou Mi mulled it over in his head. He probably wouldn’t get to see Kyuhyun tonight, and the company wouldn’t be too bad. And it would also give him the chance to start letting Sungmin off easy. Because he did like Sungmin as a person, and he wouldn’t mind being friends with Sungmin. So it would need to be a nice, easy break up.
He needed more friends his age.
His phone went off and he frowned. “Hold on, I got a text.” He didn't wait for Sungmin to tell him it was okay, because he was already looking at the text.
Don’t make plans! I’m only with Changmin for a bit. I’ll grab dinner :P
Zhou Mi felt a smile tugging on his mouth and he went back to Sungmin. “Sorry Sungmin. I had already planned a date with my sofa and some ice cream.” It was easier to lie in half truths.
Sungmin laughed. “Ditched for a sofa and ice cream. Wow that’s cold. Is it any good?”
“Very good.”
“I see how it is. Well we’ll do something later this week. I know you’re going to busy near the end of the end. You’re auditions are coming up soon right?”
Zhou Mi nodded. “Next week.” It touched him that Sungmin remembered. “We’ll do something before then, okay? I’ll try to get free.”
“Sure thing,” Sungmin said with another laugh. “I love you.” He had lowered his voice when he said and Zhou Mi swallowed.
“I love you too.”
Zhou Mi hung up the phone with a sigh, stomach sinking. He looked back at Kyuhyun’s text message, and it made him feel better. It helped him remember why he was doing this. He had always been crap at breaking up with people, Kyuhyun being a prime example. And even though he had never loved Sungmin, had forced himself at the best of times, he still didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
He sighed. Hopefully Kyuhyun’s advice from earlier, about ditching him so many times, would make this easier.
Kyuhyun was sitting outside his apartment door when he got there, bag of groceries at his feet. He smiled at Zhou Mi as he approached.
“Sorry about that. Changmin was just,” he waved his hand. “He says I’ve been avoiding him since I started dating and so now that I’m single he wants me to spend more time with him.”
Zhou Mi unlocked the door, and looked at his key as Kyuhyun put the groceries on the kitchen table. “We should probably get you a key.”
Kyuhyun paused and turned around. “What?”
Zhou Mi tried not to shuffle. “Well it’s just, before this all happened, I had been intending on asking you to move in. And now that we are back together, even though you can’t live with me, I still think you should have a key. No point in you waiting outside for me.” He took a deep breath. “I trusted you before, and that can’t change.”
Kyuhyun nodded slowly, stepping away from the groceries, and Zhou Mi distantly thought it would be nice to cook dinner together. They hadn’t done that before, mostly because Ryeowook had always cooked everything. He watched Kyuhyun approach him, slowly, and it took him a moment to realize what Kyuhyun was going to do.
He kissed him, slowly, arms wrapped around Zhou Mi’s shoulders. Zhou Mi kissed back, bending his head, and resting his hands on Kyuhyun’s hips, trying to hold onto something. Kyuhyun parted his lips, breathing in, before continuing the kiss. There was his tongue, just a bit, just enough, and Zhou Mi was lost tasting Kyuhyun. He thought that eventually he would get bored with him, but no. He would never get bored of Kyuhyun. Not when he tasted like that.
Kyuhyun broke the kiss and Zhou Mi let out a breath, pushing their foreheads together. “We should eat.”
“Later,” Kyuhyun whispered.
He coaxed him onto the couch, laid Zhou Mi on his back after stripping him, one piece of clothing at a time, and trailed his lips from his chin all the way do, past Zhou Mi’s cock. He whimpered. He tried to pull him back, but Kyuhyun kissed his inner thigh, and then down further to the inside of his knee. Zhou Mi let out a sigh, making eye contact with Kyuhyun, and he took a breath to relax.
He was still hard though, and he arched his hips, trying to entice Kyuhyun as he kissed his way back up Zhou Mi’s body.
He kissed him lazily, and Zhou Mi returned the kiss, rocking his hips against Kyuhyun’s. He wanted him to move faster, but he had to admit the slow kissing was nice, relaxing. He could do it forever.
Kyuhyun finally broke the kiss, and he looked at Zhou Mi for a moment, before getting up to his knees, straddling Zhou Mi’s hips. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, climbing off the couch and Zhou Mi missed his warmth, but he liked watching Kyuhyun bend over to get the lube and condom from his backpack. Zhou Mi tilted his head but didn’t ask as Kyuhyun came back to the couch, straddling him again.
He wrapped his hand around the base of Zhou Mi’s cock and he watch Kyuhyun stroke him slowly. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of his movements because it was different tonight. Zhou Mi swallowed and tried to keep his eyes open; he didn’t want to miss anything.
Kyuhyun shot him a grin, licking his lips before he opened the condom and slowly rolled it onto Zhou Mi. And then he was slowly inserting one finger inside himself, going slow. He was probably still tender from last night, and Zhou Mi saw him hide a wince. A part of him felt bad, but the other part was a bit proud that he had done that to Kyuhyun.
He shoved that part of him down, though, and focused on Kyuhyun’s finger working itself in and out. He wanted to reach forward to help, but he liked that Kyuhyun was doing this.
He whimpered, and Zhou Mi looked at him, finally reaching and resting his palm on Kyuhyun’s hip. He wanted to say something encouraging, but his mouth was dry, and anything he said would sound stupid. So he just touched Kyuhyun, trailing his fingers up and down his side until Kyuhyun took his fingers out and slowly began to lower himself.
Zhou Mi sucked in a deep breath as he watched Kyuhyun throw his head back. He was going slow, taking his time, and Zhou Mi let him set the pace. Kyuhyun’s knees were already shaking and he hadn’t already gotten Zhou Mi fully inside him. Zhou Mi curled both hands around his waist and helped him stay steady as he finally got all of Zhou Mi’s cock inside him.
Kyuhyun took a deep breath, and waited. Zhou Mi sucked in another breath, letting him wait. Kyuhyun looked beautiful like this, chest heaving as he tried to relax. Cock hard against his stomach. He wanted to say that, but he couldn’t talk. His mouth was dry, and then he gasped because Kyuhyun had moved, rising up on his knees.
He kept the pace slow, and Zhou Mi let him, rising and falling slowly. All he did was keep him steady, kept him moving because Zhou Mi wasn’t sure he could handle it if Kyuhyun just decided to stop and wait again. He gasped, moving his hand from Kyuhyun’s hip to wrap around his cock, and Kyuhyun arched, letting out a cry. He kept moving, hips up and down and he tried to thrust forward to but Zhou Mi held him in place, stroking his hand.
Kyuhyun let out a cry as he came, coming on Zhou Mi’s chest and Zhou Mi closed his eyes tight. He came hard, groaning Kyuhyun’s name and clenching at his hips.
“I love you, I love you,” Kyuhyun gasped out, falling forward, pulling himself off Zhou Mi’s cock.
Zhou Mi cuddled him, hands trying to find the right position to cradle Kyuhyun’s face and him, and make him feel safe. “I know, I know,” he whispered back when he finally got Kyuhyun to look at him with misted over eyes. He smiled, kissing Kyuhyun softly on the lips. “I love you too.”
Kyuhyun blinked, like the words were just registering and then he smiled. “Good.”
Zhou Mi let out a laugh, kissing Kyuhyun again. “We aren’t going to make dinner are we?”
Kyuhyun tried to look over the couch into the kitchen, but gave up after a moment. “Probably not,” he conceded. “But it’s good to have food in the house.”
Zhou Mi laughed and looked over to where his coat was that had his phone. Much too far. He’d have to stand to get it. He looked at Kyuhyun still lying on his chest and sighed, wrapping his arms tight around him. “Wanna wait a few more moments.”
Kyuhyun wrinkled his nose. “We wait much longer and we’ll be glued together.”
Zhou Mi laughed again, trying to push Kyuhyun up. He winced at the sound it made, like something may have been tearing, and he sighed when it was obvious Kyuhyun wasn’t going to help him, he let him drop back down.
It hurt, but Kyuhyun laughed, and nuzzled his face into Zhou Mi’s neck.
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