[Super Junior] Play This Lovegame, NC-17, Smut, QMi

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For receipt, who needs QMi on a hard day (ilubb♥) and naninande, because she is the one who lobbied this scenario at me (and ilu2~). I'm so :| about this but whatever.

Play This Lovegame
Super Junior (M), Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, NC-17, 1880 words
Kyuhyun likes the way Zhou Mi moves his body.


Play This Lovegame
by meiface

How they end up in a strip club is a long story, but it involves drinking at dinner and a hunt for matchbooks... It's a long story, and what's important is that Zhou Mi is currently being dragged onto stage by two women who are wearing little more than their wide grins and murmuring about Amateur Night.

Kyuhyun is mostly horrified, and a tiny part relieved that at least it is Zhou Mi and not him. At least it is only him and Zhou Mi who have ended up here, on a poor decision and a wrong turn. At least the rest of the members aren't here to witness that busty long-haired stripper molding herself along Zhou Mi's body.

Heat jolts through him unexpectedly, part lust and part anger. He feels thrown off balance, sitting in that tiny table by the stage, lost in the shadows of the smoky establishment. The stripper has her painted red lips right by Zhou Mi's ear, whispering a flurry of Mandarin to him as he bends his head to listen. Kyuhyun kind of wants to rip her away from him, eyes locked on the way her long bare legs are pressed right up against his, glittering tan skin against faded denim.

It seems like an eternity before she pulls away, her mouth curved into a knowing smile. Zhou Mi returns it with a grin of his own - he's always been too damned nice for his own good, Kyuhyun thinks uncharitably - as she finally steps away, steady even in her four-inch heels.

Then the music changes and a spotlight locks on Zhou Mi. Kyuhyun swallows hard, still half-disbelieving.

Amateur Night, his brain scoffs. Are they serious? It has to be some kind of joke... In what kind of reality would people really let amateurs climb onto stage and...oh...

The beat is low and sultry, throbbing. Zhou Mi stands awkwardly for a moment at the end of the runway, nothing but gangly limbs and an unsure smile. But suddenly he shifts his stance, cocking one hip, and then Kyuhyun sees nothing but confidence in the line of his long, long legs. Something builds in him, making it hard to breathe, as his heart jolts to the time of the bass. Zhou Mi's jeans are tight as he runs his hands up his legs, past his thighs, bending down and sliding back up with a little flip of his hair. His expression is flirtatious.

It's surreal, Kyuhyun decides, as Zhou Mi's fingers start working on the buttons of his shirt. When did he become like this, all shades of coy like Kyuhyun never sees him? Zhou Mi is usually nothing but straightforward, all open smiles and direct confessions. This is...new.

His ring glints in the spotlight, a momentary blinding flash in Kyuhyun's vision. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and wishes desperately for a drink.

Zhou Mi's eyes are dark, his smile mischievous as he looks over at him.

He knows exactly what he's doing, Kyuhyun realizes. For all that he doesn't move with the same slick, practiced ease that the women from earlier did...he is still graceful. He will never be the dancer Han Geng is, but his hips sway in time to the beat, and his hands trail over his body fluidly, with no stuttering pauses. He is confident in his body. He is lean and skinny and perfect, and Kyuhyun wants him so badly. From the sharp jut of his hipbones, the pale expanse of stomach slowly being revealed as the shirt falls open...

There is a whistle and a few cheers from the back of the room as Zhou Mi shrugs out of his shirt. He licks his lips, his tongue pink and obscene, and the glint is back in his eyes as he locks gazes with Kyuhyun and tosses his shirt onto the table.

Kyuhyun mouth dries as he clenches his fingers into the abandoned shirt, eyes tracing up Zhou Mi's body. He stops and lingers on the dark nipples standing out from his skin and feels himself harden as Zhou Mi trails a finger around one, teasingly. It continues upward until it tangles with the thin silver chain he wears around his neck, cradled by his collarbones and always teasing Kyuhyun under Zhou Mi's collars. It is bared now, to his hungry gaze, wrapped around the column of Zhou Mi's throat.

Another wolf-whistle jerks Kyuhyun out of his daze. He blinks as Zhou Mi gyrates his hips, pushing them forward and framing his crotch with his hands. His eyes are still on Kyuhyun, the corners of his mouth still turned up in a familiar smile. A teasing smile. A knowing smile.

The music pulses and Zhou Mi closes his eyes, tossing his head back as he undulates his body, slow and sensual. It must be hot under the spotlight, as a sheen of sweat has broken over his skin.

Kyuhyun kind of wants to lick it off.

He is uncomfortably hard now, straining against his pants; he wouldn't be able to stand up and walk without embarrassing himself. On stage, Zhou Mi's thumbs tuck into the waistband of his jeans and drag down, revealing another delicious inch of skin. Kyuhyun's cock jumps and he desperately pools Zhou Mi's shirt into his lap, cheeks burning.

Maybe it is a strip club. Maybe everyone else in the audience is turned on too, but that doesn't make it any less weird. Kyuhyun hates being uncomfortable in public, and he would hate Zhou Mi for putting him in this situation if it weren't for - oh.

Kyuhyun's breath catches in his throat as Zhou Mi pops the button of his jeans open, swivels his hips, and turns his back to the audience.

What a tease, he thinks, but the internal scoff doesn't carry as much sting as it normally would. That's probably a product of all that bare skin, the broad expanse of back and the angles of his shoulder blades as Zhou Mi runs his hands all over himself, casting a hooded glance over his shoulder.

When did he get like this...?

Kyuhyun bites his lip and shifts in his seat, the pressure against his erection unrelenting. He feels too hot and on edge, looking for some kind of relief as he clenches his fingers in an effort not to just rub himself through his pants. He's in public, he reminds himself, and hates Zhou Mi. He takes a lungful of smoky air and nearly chokes, but the burn down his throat goes unnoticed when Zhou Mi's mouth parts, damp and red, and he hooks a finger inside.

His lips close around his finger and Kyuhyun flashes back to memories of Zhou Mi kissing him, hard, tongue thrusting deep against his as his long, deft fingers curl over Kyuhyun's straining cock, then cup his balls, then slide, slick, into him as he bucks and moans like a whore.

Suddenly, he is too aroused to bear it. His expression must convey his desperation when Zhou Mi looks over; Kyuhyun feels shaky and hot, unsteady as his blood roars loud in his ears, even drowning out the loud, erotic thumps of the bass. He needs Zhou Mi, needs to have his hands and mouth on him, to straddle a thigh and rock himself against it frantically, fingers scrabbling over all that skin and marking it, until he comes, hard, as Zhou Mi mouths his name against his neck.

Zhou Mi sees this and promptly wraps up his impromptu routine. He turns and drops a short bow to the whoops and hollers before he straightens, grinning broadly. Then he's bounding off the runway, back towards Kyuhyun, as two girls zero in on another audience member to drag onto stage.

Kyuhyun doesn't care. All he can see is Zhou Mi's glittering eyes and wide smile, that tall, lanky body drawing near.

"Mi," he breathes, and Zhou Mi bends down to kiss him.

Before he can get his bearings, a hand is wrapped around his wrist and tugging him out of his seat. Kyuhyun stumbles after Zhou Mi awkwardly, still clutching the shirt across his crotch, head spinning. They cross the depths of the dark club, a few people winking and flashing Zhou Mi thumbs ups as he passes. He doesn't stop until he's pressed Kyuhyun into an alcove near the back corner.

"Kui Xian," he murmurs, throaty and low. Kyuhyun turns wide eyes up at him and shivers at the way Zhou Mi is staring down at him, eyes black with desire. "Kui Xian, you can't look at me that way. You'll break me." He scoots closer, sliding one leg between Kyuhyun's and catching his lower lip with his teeth.

Kyuhyun's moan is soft. "I can't believe you," he starts. "I didn't know you could..." Zhou Mi nudges closer, his breath stirring against Kyuhyun's cheek. "You're such an exhibitionist," he finally concludes, hating that he can't come up with a coherent response, none of the witty or sly comments that usually flow out of him without second thought. He can barely remember his own name as Zhou Mi kisses him.

His hands slide up Zhou Mi's back, easy and sweat-slicked. "Just for you," Zhou Mi pants, later. His fingers hook into the back of Kyuhyun's pants, tips rubbing sensually against the small of his back.

Kyuhyun squirms against him and grips his shoulders hard, trembling.

He has never wanted anyone as badly as he's wanted Zhou Mi; he's never felt need claw through him like this, urgent and undeniable. He just...he wants.

"Can we," he says, a question in his eyes.

Zhou Mi's smile is coy again, dark and intimate. It says everything as he cants his hips and kisses Kyuhyun again. He pulls him away, outside of the club, into the cool night and a shadowed back alley. The moon is half-full and high in the sky; the music is muffled through the walls. The side of the building his rough against Kyuhyun's back as he whimpers and cries out Zhou Mi's name. He threads his fingers through Zhou Mi's hair, weak-kneed, as Zhou Mi kisses his ear.

"Oh Kui Xian," he says breathlessly, joy in his voice, "I do love you."

And that is what undoes him in the end, his entire body shaking as he climaxes and spills hot into Zhou Mi's palm.

***

How they end up in a strip club is a long story...and one they eventually have to tell, once they make their way back to the hotel where Hankyung is frantic and angry, waiting for them.

By the end, everyone is more amused at their mishap-filled adventure than worried, as Zhou Mi peppers the tale with broad gestures and funny facial expressions. Kyuhyun watches him and laughs, warm and still a little boneless. Zhou Mi is leaving out major plot points of their night: the striptease, the want, the sex out in the open...

But some things are not meant to be shared, and Kyuhyun is content to sit propped up against a pillow on the bed, his feet in Zhou Mi's lap, rolling his eyes as Zhou Mi elaborates a particular point in an exaggerated voice.

"We were only looking for matches!" he cries, throwing his hands up in the air.




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Started: 2009.09.26
Finished: 2009.09.27

Notes: Strip club story vaguely based on a friend's RL experience. She was looking for matches, thought it was a bar, and realized it was a strip club. No sex or QMi was involved, sadly. Title from Lady Gaga because how do you even title pointless smut?