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A/N: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMFG!!!!!!!!! IS THERE A PLOT? I DON'T THINK THERE'S A PLOT. OMG THERE ISN'T A PLOT IS THERE? Don't lie to me. OMG I can't believe I actually wrote this. I can't...OMG...*flails* What am I going to do? See there I was all innocent and whatnot and then I saw this! This right here! And that was it. *sobs* I didn't want to honestly. I wanted to go about my life innocent and carefree and then Zhou Mi goes on and wears that leather and does this to me and I don't even know. OMG!!!!!!!! *runs around in circles* Okay, I have to calm down. I'm posting this because i don't want it to sit in my desktop and stare at me and...pleaseeeeeee please tell me what you think. I need those comments. =(
Zhou Mi knew exactly what effect his new outfit would have on everyone. He had to know. He was Zhou Mi. He would never wear anything that wouldn’t look good. But, Han Geng didn’t know that. He had accepted Zhou Mi’s invitation to the concert in Nanjing because Zhou Mi was his friend and he wanted to go.
He had accepted the ticket and the plan to sneak in because, in truth, he had wanted to see Heechul. They had spent a whole say together already, but how could Han Geng ever get tired of spending days, hours or even seconds with Heechul? He loved Heechul, had spent his entire day showing Heechul how much he loved him, had wanted to spend the rest of his life showing Heechul exactly how much he loved him.
But, now this.
Zhou Mi.
On stage.
In leather.
He watched enraptured. Zhou Mi was NOT supposed to look like that. Zhou Mi was not…Zhou Mi was cute. Zhou Mi was adorable. Zhou Mi was funny and always smiling and happy and Zhou Mi did not wear that much leather. Zhou Mi did not smile like that.
God.
Zhou Mi was so fucking hot it was killing him. He couldn’t seem to take away his eyes from those pants, those boots, that jacket, the hair, the look. God, that look. That look that was saying loud and clear: you want me, I surprise you and I know. And Zhou Mi’s smirk, god that smirk, that smirk that made Han Geng want to climb onto that stage and drag Zhou Mi away, that smirk that made him wish he was back in Super Junior.
Han Geng watched and listened. He had to remember to thank Kyuhyun for helping Zhou Mi learn the trick of the trade because damn him if that smirk didn’t scream come get me now. And Zhou Mi’s voice. That voice had Geng leaning forward. Could the sound of one man singing really make him want to jump on stage?
Han Geng had to bite his lip to hold in the moan that was threatening to spill out of his mouth. Of course when Zhou Mi did the thing with his finger, the come here thing, he couldn’t help it. He let out a soft moan then looked around to make sure no one had heard.
He shouldn’t have worried. He heard the same soft moans around him and when he looked he saw that all the fan girls were just as awestruck as him. But, who cared about the fan girls, who cared about that when Zhou Mi was on stage wearing leather and the tightest boots and pants Han Geng had ever seen on him.
He watched no longer caring if he was making sounds or not. He watched as Zhou Mi played with the collar of the jacket. He saw the smirk. He could have sworn he saw Zhou Mi looking for him. And he knew exactly when Zhou Mi found him because the smirk was back.
Geng shuddered. Zhou Mi was one sneaky bastard. Not that he was complaining.
Han Geng watched every move. Those boots, those pants. They looked painted on and Geng couldn’t take his eyes off those boots. Thigh high leather boots. Thigh high. He groaned softly when Zhou Mi moved around the stage and when the lights went off he disappeared just as quickly as Zhou Mi did.
Screw security he thought as he ran through the crowds. Screw that he wasn’t allowed back in there. Screw it all because he had to get a close up of those boots and those pants and…and…god Zhou Mi in leather. And those legs. He wanted, no, he needed to have those legs wrapped around him, to see for himself just how good they looked in those boots. Preferably just the boots.
Han Geng didn’t know how he did it, but he got as close to backstage as he was ever going to get. He knew people, people he had been nice to, people who didn’t mind looking the other way as he rushed in. He couldn’t even begin to thank them because he had to get to Zhou Mi that instant. And there was Zhou Mi leaning against the nearest wall as Han Geng turned the corner.
“Mi.” He whispered.
The sight before him was nothing he had ever seen before. If Zhou Mi looked good on stage, he looked better in person. The black pants hugged every part of Zhou Mi and those boots…those legs…
“Geng.” Zhou Mi said voice happy but with a hint of something underneath. “You came.”
Han Geng wanted to say that he almost did, but that wasn’t polite so he settled for gaping at Zhou Mi’s legs all wrapped nice and warm in those leather boots.
“Gege?”
Oh god.
“Yes?” Han Geng managed in a hoarse whisper.
“Aren’t you going to come and say hello? I haven’t seen you in such a long time. Come here.” Zhou Mi said a pleasant smile on his face.
Han Geng moaned soflty. “Mi, don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t do what?” Zhou Mi asked eyes big and innocent even as his walk towards Han Geng said otherwise.
“I…I…”
“You what?” Zhou Mi asked eyes concerned as he reached Han Geng.
“Fuck it Mi! You know perfectly well what I’m going to say.”
“Then say it.” Zhou Mi whispered, his breath trailing over Han Geng’s neck.
Han Geng reached forward, one hand in the back of Zhou Mi’s neck and the other around Zhou Mi’s waist. He brought Zhou Mi close to him pulling rougher than he should have, but he didn’t care, not when Zhou Mi was warm against him, not when Zhou Mi’s mouth was moving with his, their tongues fighting each other, hips moving in just the right way.
“Geng.” Zhou Mi moaned into his mouth.
“Goddamn it Mi.” Han Geng answered. “I fucking love your goddamn legs.”
Zhou Mi seemed to think that was enough talking. Their mouths fused together again and before he knew what was going on, Zhou Mi was pulling away leaving behind a very dazed Geng. Han Geng looked up and Zhou Mi was already taking his hand and pulling him into the nearest room. Han Geng noticed the tiny couch, looked at Zhou Mi, looked back at the couch and decided he didn’t care. The floor was a good place as any anyway.
Zhou Mi left Han Geng by the door as he walked over to the couch. Han Geng watched as Zhou Mi sprawled over the couch making sure to cross his legs so that Han Geng wouldn’t miss them. And how could he? How could he ever take his eyes away from those legs ever?
“What do you want me to do Geng?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Take off everything.” Han Geng answered no hint of hesitation in his voice. “Everything but the boots.”
If Zhou Mi was surprised he didn’t show it as he uncrossed his legs and reached down, slowly, sensually. So very slowly he lowered the zippers on the side of the boots. So very slowly, he stood after removing them and again. So very slowly his hand went to the pants.
Han Geng knew it was a show. It was another show to get him worked up and heated and ready to just slam Zhou Mi into that couch until Zhou Mi couldn’t move and damn it all to the very remotest corners of hell, but it was working, It was working and he was so close to losing it, especially since Zhou Mi seemed to be having trouble with those pants.
But, before he could lose it completely the door opened behind him and the room was filled with the noise of the door meeting the back of his head. He winced and turned only to have his heart stop in that one moment. Everything around him froze as he looked into those dark eyes, the same dark eyes that he had looked down at well into the night.
“Heechul.” He whispered.
Heechul walked into the room as if he hadn’t just caught Zhou Mi and Han Geng doing what they weren’t supposed to be doing. Han Geng watched him as Heechul closed and locked the door. Han Geng watched him as Heechul came to stand in front of him.
“I missed you.” Heechul pouted up at him and it was all Han Geng could do to not kiss Heechul senseless. “Why are you here and not in my dressing room?”
And what was Han Geng supposed to do but grab Heechul and kiss him until his lips went numb. So, he did. Heechul’s hands immediately found his hair, pulling him down so that they could fit better together, closer. Han Geng lost track of his hands he was so focused on the feel of Heechul’s body against his, Heechul’s tongue moving with his, Heechul’s hands all over his face and hair and everywhere.
“Look at him.” Heechul whispered in Han Geng’s ear. “Look at him and tell me you don’t want him.”
Han Geng had trouble forming words. Look at who? Wanted what?
But, Heechul turned his face so that he was looking over Heechul’s shoulder straight at Zhou Mi. Han Geng felt his mouth drop open because there was Zhou Mi in those leather boots and nothing else.
“Tell me you don’t want him.” Heechul whispered running his tongue over Hankyung’s ear. “Tell me.”
“I want him.” Han Geng said obedient and anything but calm.
“Then go.” Heechul almost moaned. “Go. I want to watch. I want to see you pound him into that couch knowing that you won’t have me. I want to see you and him and know that you’ll do it wishing it were me.”
Han Geng’s mouth dropped open. He wanted to say no. He wanted to reassure Zhou Mi, but the look in Zhou Mi’s eyes stopped him. Zhou Mi had known. Zhou Mi and Heechul had probably planned this. And if he did what they wanted him to do then he would be walking right into their plan. If he did this then they would win. Heechul would win.
But, fuck it all to hell. Zhou Mi and his boots. Heechul and his voice.
“Geng.” Zhou Mi said opening his arms.
And what was Han Geng supposed to do after that?
He walked over, pushed Zhou Mi down into the couch and then sat up, scrambling to get his own clothes off and done with. He was having trouble thinking straight and the top button on his shirt seemed to have developed a mind of its own, but then Heechul was there. Heechul took over and made sure that every single article of clothing Han Geng had worn was gone in less time than it took for Han Geng to exhale.
And then he was kissing Heechul again and forgetting poor Zhou Mi. But, how was he supposed to think like this? How was he supposed to keep his head when he had Zhou Mi in those leather boots beneath him and Heechul’s mouth attached to his right next to him?
But, Zhou Mi wasn’t going to let Heechul have all the attention. Han Geng felt those long legs wrap around his waist and he was pulled down a lot rougher than he had expected from Zhou Mi. He let go of Heechul and looked down at Zhou Mi.
“Who do you think has better legs Geng? Me or you?” Zhou Mi asked tightening those legs around Han Geng’s waist.
“You.” Han Geng answered.
He would have said anything at that point. Anything to keep that look on Zhou Mi’s face. Anything.
Han Geng reached down, hooked Zhou Mi’s legs more securely around him and they were gone. It was almost a dance what they did. The movement of their hips, the hitching of their breaths, the soft noises, almost like a performance. As a matter of fact it was a performance. It was a performance for Heechul.
And those soft noises coming from Heechul just served to drive Han Geng forward. He timed it so that with each small sound from Heechul he drew one from Zhou Mi. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Knowing Heechul was there, but not underneath him was doing things to him. Knowing that it was Zhou Mi, that it was innocent Zhou Mi who he was pounding into the couch, knowing that was also doing things to him.
Han Geng shuddered. His body reacted and then there was Heechul pressing their lips together even as Han Geng continued to move. Han Geng was so close, so very close and he knew Zhou Mi was too. And there was no way they were going to keep quiet, not if Heechul was going to keep Han Geng trapped there and it didn’t look like Heechul had any intention of moving.
But, right before both Zhou Mi and Han Geng lost it, Heechul lifted Zhou Mi up and pushed Han Geng and Zhou Mi together. Han Geng drank down Zhou Mi’s scream, his own release muffled into Zhou Mi’s mouth.
The two of them fell back into the couch unable to move, breath or think.
“I think you’re going to have to keep those boots.” Han Geng said.
“Tch, I would look better in them.” Heechul scoffed from somewhere to their left.
Han Geng moved up so that he and Zhou Mi were both looking at Heechul. He looked at Zhou Mi then back at Heechul.
“Well,” He said. “We’ll just have to test and see.”
A/N: Is this NC-17? Or R? I don't even know. Someone tell me. *bites fingernails* What did you think?
Zhou Mi knew exactly what effect his new outfit would have on everyone. He had to know. He was Zhou Mi. He would never wear anything that wouldn’t look good. But, Han Geng didn’t know that. He had accepted Zhou Mi’s invitation to the concert in Nanjing because Zhou Mi was his friend and he wanted to go.
He had accepted the ticket and the plan to sneak in because, in truth, he had wanted to see Heechul. They had spent a whole say together already, but how could Han Geng ever get tired of spending days, hours or even seconds with Heechul? He loved Heechul, had spent his entire day showing Heechul how much he loved him, had wanted to spend the rest of his life showing Heechul exactly how much he loved him.
But, now this.
Zhou Mi.
On stage.
In leather.
He watched enraptured. Zhou Mi was NOT supposed to look like that. Zhou Mi was not…Zhou Mi was cute. Zhou Mi was adorable. Zhou Mi was funny and always smiling and happy and Zhou Mi did not wear that much leather. Zhou Mi did not smile like that.
God.
Zhou Mi was so fucking hot it was killing him. He couldn’t seem to take away his eyes from those pants, those boots, that jacket, the hair, the look. God, that look. That look that was saying loud and clear: you want me, I surprise you and I know. And Zhou Mi’s smirk, god that smirk, that smirk that made Han Geng want to climb onto that stage and drag Zhou Mi away, that smirk that made him wish he was back in Super Junior.
Han Geng watched and listened. He had to remember to thank Kyuhyun for helping Zhou Mi learn the trick of the trade because damn him if that smirk didn’t scream come get me now. And Zhou Mi’s voice. That voice had Geng leaning forward. Could the sound of one man singing really make him want to jump on stage?
Han Geng had to bite his lip to hold in the moan that was threatening to spill out of his mouth. Of course when Zhou Mi did the thing with his finger, the come here thing, he couldn’t help it. He let out a soft moan then looked around to make sure no one had heard.
He shouldn’t have worried. He heard the same soft moans around him and when he looked he saw that all the fan girls were just as awestruck as him. But, who cared about the fan girls, who cared about that when Zhou Mi was on stage wearing leather and the tightest boots and pants Han Geng had ever seen on him.
He watched no longer caring if he was making sounds or not. He watched as Zhou Mi played with the collar of the jacket. He saw the smirk. He could have sworn he saw Zhou Mi looking for him. And he knew exactly when Zhou Mi found him because the smirk was back.
Geng shuddered. Zhou Mi was one sneaky bastard. Not that he was complaining.
Han Geng watched every move. Those boots, those pants. They looked painted on and Geng couldn’t take his eyes off those boots. Thigh high leather boots. Thigh high. He groaned softly when Zhou Mi moved around the stage and when the lights went off he disappeared just as quickly as Zhou Mi did.
Screw security he thought as he ran through the crowds. Screw that he wasn’t allowed back in there. Screw it all because he had to get a close up of those boots and those pants and…and…god Zhou Mi in leather. And those legs. He wanted, no, he needed to have those legs wrapped around him, to see for himself just how good they looked in those boots. Preferably just the boots.
Han Geng didn’t know how he did it, but he got as close to backstage as he was ever going to get. He knew people, people he had been nice to, people who didn’t mind looking the other way as he rushed in. He couldn’t even begin to thank them because he had to get to Zhou Mi that instant. And there was Zhou Mi leaning against the nearest wall as Han Geng turned the corner.
“Mi.” He whispered.
The sight before him was nothing he had ever seen before. If Zhou Mi looked good on stage, he looked better in person. The black pants hugged every part of Zhou Mi and those boots…those legs…
“Geng.” Zhou Mi said voice happy but with a hint of something underneath. “You came.”
Han Geng wanted to say that he almost did, but that wasn’t polite so he settled for gaping at Zhou Mi’s legs all wrapped nice and warm in those leather boots.
“Gege?”
Oh god.
“Yes?” Han Geng managed in a hoarse whisper.
“Aren’t you going to come and say hello? I haven’t seen you in such a long time. Come here.” Zhou Mi said a pleasant smile on his face.
Han Geng moaned soflty. “Mi, don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t do what?” Zhou Mi asked eyes big and innocent even as his walk towards Han Geng said otherwise.
“I…I…”
“You what?” Zhou Mi asked eyes concerned as he reached Han Geng.
“Fuck it Mi! You know perfectly well what I’m going to say.”
“Then say it.” Zhou Mi whispered, his breath trailing over Han Geng’s neck.
Han Geng reached forward, one hand in the back of Zhou Mi’s neck and the other around Zhou Mi’s waist. He brought Zhou Mi close to him pulling rougher than he should have, but he didn’t care, not when Zhou Mi was warm against him, not when Zhou Mi’s mouth was moving with his, their tongues fighting each other, hips moving in just the right way.
“Geng.” Zhou Mi moaned into his mouth.
“Goddamn it Mi.” Han Geng answered. “I fucking love your goddamn legs.”
Zhou Mi seemed to think that was enough talking. Their mouths fused together again and before he knew what was going on, Zhou Mi was pulling away leaving behind a very dazed Geng. Han Geng looked up and Zhou Mi was already taking his hand and pulling him into the nearest room. Han Geng noticed the tiny couch, looked at Zhou Mi, looked back at the couch and decided he didn’t care. The floor was a good place as any anyway.
Zhou Mi left Han Geng by the door as he walked over to the couch. Han Geng watched as Zhou Mi sprawled over the couch making sure to cross his legs so that Han Geng wouldn’t miss them. And how could he? How could he ever take his eyes away from those legs ever?
“What do you want me to do Geng?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Take off everything.” Han Geng answered no hint of hesitation in his voice. “Everything but the boots.”
If Zhou Mi was surprised he didn’t show it as he uncrossed his legs and reached down, slowly, sensually. So very slowly he lowered the zippers on the side of the boots. So very slowly, he stood after removing them and again. So very slowly his hand went to the pants.
Han Geng knew it was a show. It was another show to get him worked up and heated and ready to just slam Zhou Mi into that couch until Zhou Mi couldn’t move and damn it all to the very remotest corners of hell, but it was working, It was working and he was so close to losing it, especially since Zhou Mi seemed to be having trouble with those pants.
But, before he could lose it completely the door opened behind him and the room was filled with the noise of the door meeting the back of his head. He winced and turned only to have his heart stop in that one moment. Everything around him froze as he looked into those dark eyes, the same dark eyes that he had looked down at well into the night.
“Heechul.” He whispered.
Heechul walked into the room as if he hadn’t just caught Zhou Mi and Han Geng doing what they weren’t supposed to be doing. Han Geng watched him as Heechul closed and locked the door. Han Geng watched him as Heechul came to stand in front of him.
“I missed you.” Heechul pouted up at him and it was all Han Geng could do to not kiss Heechul senseless. “Why are you here and not in my dressing room?”
And what was Han Geng supposed to do but grab Heechul and kiss him until his lips went numb. So, he did. Heechul’s hands immediately found his hair, pulling him down so that they could fit better together, closer. Han Geng lost track of his hands he was so focused on the feel of Heechul’s body against his, Heechul’s tongue moving with his, Heechul’s hands all over his face and hair and everywhere.
“Look at him.” Heechul whispered in Han Geng’s ear. “Look at him and tell me you don’t want him.”
Han Geng had trouble forming words. Look at who? Wanted what?
But, Heechul turned his face so that he was looking over Heechul’s shoulder straight at Zhou Mi. Han Geng felt his mouth drop open because there was Zhou Mi in those leather boots and nothing else.
“Tell me you don’t want him.” Heechul whispered running his tongue over Hankyung’s ear. “Tell me.”
“I want him.” Han Geng said obedient and anything but calm.
“Then go.” Heechul almost moaned. “Go. I want to watch. I want to see you pound him into that couch knowing that you won’t have me. I want to see you and him and know that you’ll do it wishing it were me.”
Han Geng’s mouth dropped open. He wanted to say no. He wanted to reassure Zhou Mi, but the look in Zhou Mi’s eyes stopped him. Zhou Mi had known. Zhou Mi and Heechul had probably planned this. And if he did what they wanted him to do then he would be walking right into their plan. If he did this then they would win. Heechul would win.
But, fuck it all to hell. Zhou Mi and his boots. Heechul and his voice.
“Geng.” Zhou Mi said opening his arms.
And what was Han Geng supposed to do after that?
He walked over, pushed Zhou Mi down into the couch and then sat up, scrambling to get his own clothes off and done with. He was having trouble thinking straight and the top button on his shirt seemed to have developed a mind of its own, but then Heechul was there. Heechul took over and made sure that every single article of clothing Han Geng had worn was gone in less time than it took for Han Geng to exhale.
And then he was kissing Heechul again and forgetting poor Zhou Mi. But, how was he supposed to think like this? How was he supposed to keep his head when he had Zhou Mi in those leather boots beneath him and Heechul’s mouth attached to his right next to him?
But, Zhou Mi wasn’t going to let Heechul have all the attention. Han Geng felt those long legs wrap around his waist and he was pulled down a lot rougher than he had expected from Zhou Mi. He let go of Heechul and looked down at Zhou Mi.
“Who do you think has better legs Geng? Me or you?” Zhou Mi asked tightening those legs around Han Geng’s waist.
“You.” Han Geng answered.
He would have said anything at that point. Anything to keep that look on Zhou Mi’s face. Anything.
Han Geng reached down, hooked Zhou Mi’s legs more securely around him and they were gone. It was almost a dance what they did. The movement of their hips, the hitching of their breaths, the soft noises, almost like a performance. As a matter of fact it was a performance. It was a performance for Heechul.
And those soft noises coming from Heechul just served to drive Han Geng forward. He timed it so that with each small sound from Heechul he drew one from Zhou Mi. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Knowing Heechul was there, but not underneath him was doing things to him. Knowing that it was Zhou Mi, that it was innocent Zhou Mi who he was pounding into the couch, knowing that was also doing things to him.
Han Geng shuddered. His body reacted and then there was Heechul pressing their lips together even as Han Geng continued to move. Han Geng was so close, so very close and he knew Zhou Mi was too. And there was no way they were going to keep quiet, not if Heechul was going to keep Han Geng trapped there and it didn’t look like Heechul had any intention of moving.
But, right before both Zhou Mi and Han Geng lost it, Heechul lifted Zhou Mi up and pushed Han Geng and Zhou Mi together. Han Geng drank down Zhou Mi’s scream, his own release muffled into Zhou Mi’s mouth.
The two of them fell back into the couch unable to move, breath or think.
“I think you’re going to have to keep those boots.” Han Geng said.
“Tch, I would look better in them.” Heechul scoffed from somewhere to their left.
Han Geng moved up so that he and Zhou Mi were both looking at Heechul. He looked at Zhou Mi then back at Heechul.
“Well,” He said. “We’ll just have to test and see.”
A/N: Is this NC-17? Or R? I don't even know. Someone tell me. *bites fingernails* What did you think?
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Hahaa I normally don't read at work cuz my coworker(s) are nosy and people walk by or I have to get up. Then I quickly switch over to something else xD I love my job :)
lol I agree the boots were very seductive and and GAH THE SMIRK I melted @_@ Hahaa or he did that to let the fangirls go crazy and lose their minds and write fics like this and read them :D But I'm not complainin!
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I always thought it would be Hanchul or yeah...I thought it would be Hanchul. But, then Zhou Mi and leather O_O and boots and smirk to melt you into a puddle of jdhsahfadshfds and yeah...llol
It was Zhou Mi who broke me. I knew there was something there. I knew it was the adorable ones that I had to watch out for. I knew it! And I didn't listen to myself. *shakes head* =) Oh well, it's done and over with and I can't complain anymore either XD
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lol I always thought a pairing with Eunhyuk would break me but It was RyeoHae... and I don't even know where It came from!! xD I think Zhou Mi Is gonna only get better at making fangirls melt Into a puddle of jgkeoiougfidklc. Seriously.
Hahaa It Is the adorable ones that get you! They look all cute and Innocent then; BAM! Your a puddle of jalkreoifjcoerigedc
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