A special night
Title: A special night
Pairing: HaeMin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Donghae discovers his quiet classmate... in a strip club?!
A/N: My first try at HaeMin (:
“Come on join us!” Donghae was nudged in the arm by one of his dorm mates. He thinned his lips and shrugged the tug on his sleeve off, as his eyes remained glued to the complex chemical equations on his notes. “It’ll be fun.”
“No thanks.” He muttered under his breath.
“Forget it.” Another voice sounded. “Someone’s too sissy for that stuff.”
Donghae scoffed and dropped his notes at the same time. Looking up, he stared into his friend’s eyes-challenge mirroring his own in the hidden depths. “Excuse me?”
His friend shrugged and tucked both hands in his pockets. “What? It’s the long anticipated Friday night and you’d rather coop yourself up studying than hang out with your friends?”
“Yeah Donghae, come on. Don’t be such a spoiler.” His other friend put an arm around him and pleaded with a pout. He had to resist the urge to gag when the other batted his eyelashes and smiled sweetly, or at least tried to.
“Not cute Hyukjae.” Donghae sighed. “I’m not like you guys. You’re over with the finals and mine’s just starting-“
He hadn’t even had the time to finish his sentence when his friends jeered.
“-but Donghae, it’s just for tonight.” Ryeowook, who had been silent throughout the whole conversation started. Said person didn’t know what to do but throw an apologetic look to the younger man.
“I wish I could, but…”
“You guys heard that, sissy’s staying-“
There was just something about that little word sissy that made him snap this time round. Donghae gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes before grabbing the man by his collar. He growled low, “Fine, but you’ll be held responsible if I fail this year.” He released the man too quickly, who almost stumbled, to yank his oversized sleep shirt over his head.
“Just admit that you’re a perverted horny bastard already.”
Donghae jerked his jeans up his hips, adjusting the heavy fabric, and scowled at his friend. “I hate you Kangin.”
***
Donghae was fidgeting, he looked around restlessly. The cars on the road were speeding, eager to get home as the midnight owl called. The street lamps along the road beating an orange glow onto his skin, damn it, why was his heart racing?
“Keep doing that and you’ll create a dent down there.” Kangin’s voice suddenly came, and Donghae had to bite his lip to keep the surprise yelp from escaping. “I’m not sure if I’ll go after you for that though.”
Looking down at his still shaking leg, he clamped a hand down on his knee. Donghae narrowed his eyes at the man beside him, in the driver’s seat. “Shut up.” The airy laugh from the other after his retort had the younger man clenching his fists in irritation. Damn all the first times in life.
Who could really blame anyone for being nervous on their first visit to the strip club? A gay strip club.
***
Everything that he was expecting was there. The stage decorated with its silvery metal pole. Dull purple neon lights painted the entire area, heightening the sexual energy hanging thick in the atmosphere. The plush cushioned booths provided only minimal view, but it was enough for Donghae to figure in his head what they were meant for.
In the near dead of the night, the room was alive- overflowed with handsome young men wearing outfits he’d never dreamed of. A guy with shoulder length blonde hair, wearing nothing but a g-string, slid down from the pole, and moved near to the audience. The simple act, which gained a chorus of wolf whistles, had the man on the stage smirking before rewarding the crowd with a few thrusts of his hips-the bulge under the tiny cloth was prominent.
Overwhelmed, hot, sexy bunches of muscles sifted through the couches that scattered about the club, all paying homage to the center stage.
Somewhere in his daze, the four of them were seated. They were so close to the stage that Donghae had to crane his neck, and almost jumped when a dancer nearly grinded his crotch in his face. His heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry. He licked his lower lip.
Kangin laughed. “Stop that pink creeping up your neck, Donghae!”
He gave up trying to make his tongue work and left Kangin with his mockery.
The lights suddenly brightened a little, not bright enough for one to read their notes though. Seriously, he brought his chemistry notes to a strip club? Donghae shook his head in resignation. The voice over the mic got the attention of everyone in the room, and the crowd muted their whistles to listen to what the guy on the stage has got to say.
“Tonight, is a very special night, because your favourite will be performing solo for the first time since after 6 months.” He stopped and smiled while the audience cheered. After making sure that he gained full attention once again, the man continued. “So darlings, be sure to be generous with your tips,” He paused momentarily again as the crowd blew whistles in agreement. “-and lastly, enjoy!”
Donghae felt himself sink deeper into the cushioned chair as the lights dimmed, and people around him cheered louder. A silhouette appeared behind the thin curtains and Donghae could tell that the man was half naked, wearing something tight for his bottom- perhaps black leather, the type that turns people on.
The man was slightly built, not as tall as the other strippers he’d seen so far from the club though. He wore his hair at the nape of his neck, wavy, and black. Donghae made that mental note as the ‘hot favourite’ emerged from behind the screen. He threw a look towards his friends who joined in the shouts of approval with the rest.
The dancer smirked under the spot light, other features hidden under the fedora which he tilted low, covering half his face. Lee Sungmin has been long enough in the business to know what kind of cheers meant ‘heck, he’s hot’ and what kind of whistles meant ‘I want him’. He also knows how his regulars love him only in his black leathered short shorts, with the twin ass cheeks peeking from underneath the tight fabric. He posed, arms stretched over his head, one leg positioned to the side, waiting for the cue of the music.
He scanned the crowd and a familiar face made him drop the corners of his mouth. Shit.
Donghae swallowed when the music started. He can now see why this man was the crowd’s favourite. He was definitely a cut above the other strippers in the club, in both skills and looks, though half his face was still hidden. The dancer leaped once, gracefully, and clung to the pole. Legs clung to the air as he spun down the metal. Once touching ground, one hand held on to metal, the other slid down his body as he rubbed his front against the pole, gaining approval from the audience.
A small smile framed the dancer’s face before he started up the pole again. Climbing until his head nearly touched the ceiling. He locked his legs around the pole before spreading his arms, and let his upper torso fall. The crowd gasped before cheering and clapping in amusement. Donghae didn’t bother to turn and throw weird looks to his friends this time round, as he too found himself astounded. The act was dangerous enough to put the dancer’s life in danger. One wrong move and-Donghae didn’t even dare to think about it.
Sungmin slid down the pole and let his back touch the stage before swinging his legs, and getting up professionally. The crowd was getting hyper as most of them were already on their feet, and bouncing to the beat of the music. He strutted towards the edge of the stage. Took off his fedora, smiling when the crowd roared louder, he leaned downwards, close to the nearest client and gazed deeply into the wide opened eyes.
He wore his fedora over the head of the client and slid his finger down the chiseled features, before skimming over the perfect jaw. Stopping at the chin and tilting the face up to his, ignoring whatever sounds coming from the rest, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips firm onto the other.
Donghae widened his eyes even more when his classmate kissed him. He gripped the sides of his chair and pushed back against it. How the hell did the sensual dancer turn into the classmate from his chemistry class? The quiet man who could always be found at the corner of the class, head buried into his own notes. The shy student who would blush even just by having the professor calling his name to answer a simple equation question, was a stripper?
He was still dumbfounded when the other man broke the simple connection and smirked at him. His friends clapped him on the back, and Donghae could only barely make out words like ‘way to go’ and ‘lucky jerk’ as his eyes remained locked on his classmate, unbelieving.
Sungmin enunciated each of his precise steps on stage with a certain bounce. He let the smug grin hang on his face at the shocked expression on his classmate’s face. Bowing each time someone slipped a generous crisp bill under his shorts, he also did not miss the occasional rub on his butt and crotch, or even his thighs.
He made a dramatic bow as the crowd cheered for him one last time, smiling sweetly, and making eye contact with brown chocolate orbs before he exited the stage.
***
“Leaving so soon?”
Donghae stopped the minute he stepped out of the club from the back when someone suddenly spoke, making his heart jump. He whirled around to see the person behind his every reason for wanting to take a breather from the crowded room. “I-I just needed-“ He gasped when Sungmin moved from where he was leaning against the door, in a white terry, to trap Donghae against the brick wall of the back alley.
Sungmin planted a hand beside the other’s head. “Why are you stammering?” He whispered over trembling lips.
“I-no-“ Donghae let out a nervous laugh. “Am I?” He swallowed tightly when Sungmin pressed against his body. Leaning his head back against the wall when the other man rubbed against him, a chuckle floated to his ears.
“You want me.” Sungmin pressed a brief kiss to the man’s lips and pulled on his wrist.
“What are you doing?” Donghae stopped his classmate just before he pulled him back into the club.
“Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
***
Donghae felt as if everything was happening over again, except that this time, he was seated with his back pushed back against a plush cushioned couch in one of the private booths. He could hear shouts of cheers from the other clients, separated by just a thick wall of cushion that prevented their line of vision from invading their much needed privacy. Sungmin slid down the pole in front of him, and he flushed red when the near naked man settled on his lap. He gripped onto both the other’s thighs when the man on top of him grinded their fronts together. His mouth opened, but no words came.
Sungmin laughed lightly, a sound Donghae found he could get addicted to. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this.” The dancer sucked on the moaning man’s ear lobe as he said softly. He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt before moving on to the next, slowly, teasing. “To feel how soft your lips are,” He tantalizing licked across the seam. “To feel your skin under my hands,” Hands travelled up his chest to curl around his neck. “And to feel this,” Sungmin cupped Donghae erection. “-hardening for me.” He whispered before claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.
Donghae groaned and tightened his hands around the other’s waist, mouths met, and tongues dueled-rubbing at each other in an erotic mated dance. He felt hands tugging on his hair as they kissed. He flipped the other in one motion so that now, he was lying in between two naked thighs.
“I never knew…” He thought aloud which had the other chuckling before a gasp escaped, a sound he found he could easily love. Donghae smiled to himself as he licked the tiny fabric covering Sungmin’s throbbing erection, the other writhing above him. He hooked two fingers into the thin waistband of the g-string and pulled them off. Climbing up the length of his body, Donghae brought the other’s hands above his head. “I want you to keep them up there.” He said against the pulse thumping wildly against his lips. “I’m going to make you cum. Hard. Using only my dick.”
“Oh fuck.” Sungmin hissed when fingers suddenly intruded his tight entrance. He thrust his hips in response, and clenched his hands into tight fists above him. Hot suction claimed his nipple, and he threw his head back when the fingers started moving in and out of him.
“Shit-“ He gasped when something harder, thicker and longer replaced fingers, thrusting into him to the hilt.
“Damn,” Donghae breathed out. “You’re tight. You a virgin?”
Sungmin nodded his head frantically at the fullness. He was so full he felt suffocated. It wasn’t as painful as he had feared, but he was very uncomfortable. He felt Donghae pull a few inches out, before slamming back into him.
“Oh god,” The slapping sound of skin against skin almost had him come undone. Sungmin bit his lower lip and tried to breathe.
“That’s right, relax for me, baby.” Donghae started with slow, short thrusts, as he whispered soothing words over and over like a mantra.
Sungmin writhed and wriggled, and squirmed, and that’s when he knew-“More,” He gasped into Donghae’s mouth.
“That’s what I was waiting for.” Donghae groaned before he moved on his knees. The hands handling Sungmin’s hips were rough, unrelenting. He threw the other’s legs over his shoulders, and drove deep and hard into him.
“Oooh-“ Sungmin moaned when Donghae hit something deep inside him. “Hng,” He whimpered when the erotic slapping sounds matched the rapid thrusting movement within him. Donghae was driving into him over and over, so fast, so deep, and Sungmin could only manage a long high pitched curse. “Shiiiiiiit-“
It was a white flash of heat, stars invaded his vision, he felt heat spill onto his stomach. Donghae grunted above him and warm fluid flooded his insides. Sungmin thrashed his head about as his climax dragged on, with the other still moving inside him, slowly, gently. He wrapped a hand around his neglected dripping cock, and milked the rest of his seeds, moaning long and low.
Donghae collapsed onto Sungmin as both lay panting, spent.
“You’re heavy.” Sungmin tried to push the man onto his back. He yelped when he was suddenly turned instead, and put on all fours. The dancer cried out when Donghae slammed right back into him, hard and raw, hands planted onto the couch for support, ring muscles gripping tight onto the thick hard length. “D-Donghae-“
Sungmin moaned when said person gripped onto his hardening cock, and growled into his ear. “Who said you could touch yourself?”
END--