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part two hundred and thirteen
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wc!au: team bbh [c] - in love with a stripper
(Anonymous) 2014-07-09 12:01 am (UTC)(link)+ team a multiplier
inspired by team lay's stripper toop
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(Anonymous) 2014-07-09 12:02 am (UTC)(link)"No, it won't," Zitao agrees, plopping himself on the couch and crossing his legs daintily. "But it will make you feel better." He leans in as Baekhyun purses his lips. "Plus, we'll be going to the nice place I work at, none of those second-rate dumps Chanyeol takes you to—"
"Those were alright," Baekhyun protests halfheartedly.
"And you won't have to pay the entry fee, because you'll be with me." Tao jumps up and pushes Baekhyun to the bathroom. "Go take a shower and we'll leave. You smell like shit."
Baekhyun, being a poor college student with pretty much every poor college student struggle in the book, isn't one to turn down freebies. "Thanks a lot," Baekhyun says, and shuts the bathroom door behind him.
The lukewarm shower water wakes him up a little, and he towels himself dry on autopilot, damp hair falling flat against his face. He shuffles to the bedroom and picks out comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie before popping out into the living room again.
"Ready," he says, sliding his shoes on.
Zitao sends him a horrified look. "That's what you're wearing? Absolutely not."
Baekhyun looks down at himself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"You're going to a strip club, Baekhyun-hyung," Zitao says disdainfully, "not Family Mart. You have to look the part." He frog-marches Baekhyun back into his room and flicks through his closet, expression despairing. "Do you have anything that isn't two sizes too big for you?"
In the end, Zitao selects dark-wash jeans and a passable t-shirt. He also manages to get some make-up on Baekhyun before they get to the club, winged liner at the corners of his eyes, and sprays half a bottle of gel in his hair. The place is packed with sweaty bodies, so dimly lit Baekhyun can barely see his hand when it's stretched in front of him. The heavy synth music thrums right through him with every downbeat.
It's not that Baekhyun doesn't like clubs, or ogling half-dressed bodies. If he had his way, it would be socially acceptable for everyone to walk around in the nude if they really wanted to. But there's a time and a place for everything, and Baekhyun hasn't slept a wink in the past 72 hours. He's pretty sure he bombed his last exam of the week, and the drinks at this place are way too expensive for his nonexistent budget. Zitao means well, but this isn't shaping up to be anything more than a humdrum Friday night.
He's about to slip out the entrance again when Zitao finds him in the crowd, hooks an arm through Baekhyun's to drag him up to the main stage. "You'll want to see this," he says, before Baekhyun can even open his mouth. "A friend of mine is about to perform."
The first thing Baekhyun sees when he lifts his head to the stage is a pair of strong thighs, clad in some kind of dark, mesh material. The man they belong to thrusts his hips up into the air in one smooth, sinuous motion, the rest of his torso popping into the same motion after them, and Baekhyun stops trying to extricate his arm from Tao's.
"His stage name is Lay," Tao whispers in his ear, and Baekhyun hears it as if from very far off. All his focus is on this dancer, the way his arms clench as he hoists himself onto the pole, the line of sweat dripping from his temple down into his flimsy top. He can hear Tao's high-pitched laugh somewhere above his head, but he doesn't care. The dancer twists around the pole twice before peeling his tank shirt off and flinging it into the crowd, the lean muscles of his back rippling, and then he's grinding on the pole again, head tossed back to expose his throat, the delicate bob of his Adam's apple.
Shit, Baekhyun thinks. The guy—Lay—does a full circle of the stage at the end of his routine and gets whole fistfuls of cash tucked into the band of his skin-tight pants. He glances down when he gets to Baekhyun and gives him a vacant smile, perfect teeth flashing beneath the strobe lights. Baekhyun's fingers hover for a minute over his abdomen, tips just grazing the skin—and then he's gone, disappearing off the side of the stage. Baekhyun doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until he turns to Zitao and sways from the wooziness in his head.
"Good, right?" Zitao says, a shrewd look on his face. "He does lap dances, too, you know." He waves his fingers in Baekhyun's face. "Hey, Earth to hyung. Did you hear me?"
"Lap dances," Baekhyun repeats, licking his lips.
"You're so predictable," Tao says, laughing again. He hooks his arm through Baekhyun's and drags him through the door with the big EMPLOYEES ONLY sign on it. The back is a flurry of activity, dancers coming and going in various states of undress. Tao pulls him into one of the quieter waiting rooms, where Lay's in the middle of taking off his make-up, and says, "Hey, Yixing. Meet Byun Baekhyun, the idiot who was drooling all over you earlier."
Baekhyun clears his throat twice, like an idiot, and reaches to shake his proffered hand. "Hi. Lay, right?"
"Hi," Lay returns, a benign smile on his face. His voice is soft and his Korean's faintly accented. "You don't have to call me that off stage. Yixing is fine."
"Oh," Tao says, face creasing into a smirk. "He must like you. He didn't even tell me his real name until months after I started working here."
"Go away, Tao, you aren't even on shift today," Yixing says calmly.
"I told him you did lap dances," Zitao says, dancing around the swing of Yixing's arm.
"Taozi tells a lot of lies," Yixing says, and Baekhyun swallows the lump of disappointment in his throat. His eyes flick over Baekhyun's head to check the wall clock. "I'm sorry, but I have another routine to do in ten minutes so I have to change into a new costume." He smiles at Baekhyun again, deeper, to show the dimple in his cheek. Fuck, Baekhyun thinks. He's so cute. "It was nice to meet you, Baekhyun-sshi."
"The pleasure was all mine," Baekhyun says with feeling.
A week later, Baekhyun's at the campus recreation center when he sees a familiar set of thighs. Figures that he'd recognize Yixing from those alone, though the lack of make-up does throw him for a loop when Baekhyun passes his ID card over to Zhang Yixing, the front desk guy.
"Hey," Baekhyun says.
Yixing looks up, expression vacant, before doing a quick double take. A smile spreads over his face. "Baekhyun?"
"You remember me," Baekhyun says, inordinately pleased. "I mean, of course you remember me. I'm fabulous."
Yixing laughs into his hand and scans Baekhyun's ID for him. "I think I saw you in a school musical once."
"Singin' in the Rain?"
"That's the one. You were really good!" Baekhyun flushes despite himself. "I was surprised when I saw you at the club with Tao. I didn't know he knew you."
"Well, I'm glad he introduced us," Baekhyun says firmly, leaning over the counter. Yixing beams at him. "Pity about the lap dance thing, though."
Yixing laughs again. "Technically, he isn't wrong. Sure, I have the capacity to give lap dances. It's just not allowed when I'm at my other job. We don't sell sex. Just the illusion of sex." His eye twinkles, and Baekhyun feels his stomach clench. "They don't have any jurisdiction over what I do on my off time, though."
"Yeah?" Baekhyun says, mouth suddenly dry, all thoughts of treadmilling or weight lifting or whatever evaporating in his head. "When do you get off?"
This is how they end up in the locker room after hours, the lights dimmed low. All Baekhyun can hear is the steady drip of water from the showers and his own harsh breathing as Yixing steps toward him, cheeks dimpling as runs his hands across Baekhyun's shoulders. Warm thighs clamp around Baekhyun's waist and Baekhyun lets his head fall back against the lockers behind him, ass sliding against the wooden bench beneath him.
Yixing grinds down when Baekhyun's dick start to stir in his pants, turns his face into Baekhyun's neck and suckles at the soft skin beneath his chin. Baekhyun's breath hitches in his chest, neck tensing. He feels more than hears Yixing's quiet exhalation of laughter, warm breath cresting over his wet skin. Baekhyun shivers as Yixing clamps his thighs tighter and moves his hips in an easy, circular rhythm, mouth trailing up to nibble at his ear.
A janitor walks by wheeling a cart and Yixing freezes above him just as Baekhyun thrusts up, laughing breathlessly. "Shh," Yixing whispers, clamping his fingers over Baekhyun's mouth, but he moans as Baekhyun grabs him by the waist and jams him down tighter, their crotches rubbing against each other until they're just a mass of sweaty limbs, Yixing riding him to completion.
It turns out Yixing's in Baekhyun's huge biochem class, too. "I didn't do so hot on the midterm," Baekhyun groans at the end of class the following Tuesday. He peers over at Yixing's paper and sees a fucking 95. "What the hell! Are you a genius?"
"No," Yixing says, grinning. "I just study a lot."
"You work two jobs and you're doing better than I am," Baekhyun moans, cradling his head in his hands.
"I could help out with that," Yixing suggests, intent lacing his voice, pitched low and rough like it was in the locker room. Baekhyun suppresses a full body shiver and keeps his hand on Yixing's leg for the rest of class.
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