exomeme | part two hundred and twenty one

part two hundred and twenty one

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It's a cold dark night, drizzling but not quite raining, when Yixing finally leaves the bar and locks it up tight. Nobody's around, not a soul. Even the alley, which usually has a cat or two roaming around trying to pick food from the dumpsters, is completely deserted. It had been unusually dead for a Thursday. He'd spent the last hour before close by himself, wiping down the counters and putting all the chairs up. The wad of bills in his pocket isn't nearly as thick as it usually is. He hopes tomorrow night will be better. More tips, fewer angry old men who pinch his ass and then leave a fistful of change in coins instead of generously compensating Yixing for his time. The amount of money he spends on salve for his poor bruised ass seems like an obnoxious expense for work, but at least his good nights cancel out the shitty ones like these.

He twirls the key ring around his finger as he walks down the sidewalk, other hand crammed in the pocket of his coat, scuffing the soles of his work shoes against the wet sidewalk, dipping his toes in the puddles. The water splashes away from his feet in sloppy arcs, spraying up his ankles and across the pavement. The city buses stopped running a long time ago and the bar is a couple kilometers across the city from where he lives alone in his tiny apartment. He's lived alone for a full year now, ever since his best friend and former roommate Lu Han moved out to live with a girl. He seems happy, at least, Yixing thinks to himself, even though he barely ever gets to see Lu Han anymore. Yixing's too busy working and Lu Han's got a job of his own, too--a real one, full-time, with normal hours during the day.

Yixing's so focused on watching his sneakers pull trails through the greasy, wet sidewalk that he completely misses the guy standing on the curb and completely bowls him over. Yixing goes sprawling over top of him and this evening's tips go flying over the street. Great.

"Ow," comes the guy's voice, scratchy and plaintive. "Watch where you're going, buddy!"

Yixing gets up on his hands and knees, scrambling to grab as many bills as possible before the wind takes them away. He holds a particularly soggy one against his thigh and smooths it out.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't see you there."

Yixing finally looks up into the stranger's hood and gets a good look at his face. Fairly unremarkable--dark hair, stringy with the rain, hanging in his eyes. A tiny snub nose. A pair of pink lips. Then he pulls the hood down and Yixing sees the guy's wearing makeup.

"Well. I was standing right here."

"I really didn't see you," Yixing says, and offers him a hand. "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The stranger looks Yixing up and down. A slow smile spreads across his face. "Nah, it's fine. You didn't hurt me. I broke the fall with my hands." He looks over Yixing's shoulder. "Your money, though--look, some's over there, in the puddle."

Yixing groans and wheels around. "Go figure. At least it was a crappy night."

An arm reaches around him and suddenly the stranger is wrist-deep in the puddle of water, gathering the rest of Yixing's money. He doesn't flinch even though the water must be cold. Yixing holds still, lets the stranger lean against his back for support and feels how warm he is.

"Thank you," Yixing says shyly when the stranger's finished, accepting the soggy, saturated bills. He's not even sure if this money will be good anymore. He's going to have to take a hair dryer to them or something, but it seems to be all here. "I'm Yixing, by the way," he says when the stranger stands up and pulls his hood back over his head.

"Baekhyun," says Baekhyun. "Haven't seen you around the streets before."

Yixing's confused at the way Baekhyun words this until he sees Baekhyun's looking down at the wad of cash in his hands. The whole thing takes on new meaning.

"Oh, I'm not--"

"It's okay. I'm not a cop or anything like that. Me, too, actually," Baekhyun says, and unzips his sweatshirt to reveal a low cut top. Yixing blanches. As far as he's aware, he's never actually had a conversation with a prostitute before, and here he is... it can't look good to a passerby, the way Baekhyun has his sweatshirt held open wide so Yixing can get a good look at him.

"I'm really not. What you think. I am," Yixing stammers. "I was just on my way home."

Baekhyun nods and steps closer into Yixing's space. "Home sounds good."

Yixing notices for the first time that Baekhyun's wearing makeup. Not much--some black eyeliner, already smudged in the corners, clearly not waterproof, and some lipgloss. He's also trembling. Probably been out here for hours, soaked to the skin, waiting for someone to pick him up.

Yixing's never--never--paid for sex before in his life. Something about it feels so strange. Even though it's been a long time since he had a date, months, really, and even longer than that since he's actually had sex with anyone, it almost felt like an easy way out. But now, meeting Baekhyun, looking down at his face, the way he smiles, he's turning it around in his head. Baekhyun slips his hand onto Yixing's hip under his coat and his shirt. His fingers are freezing cold against Yixing's bare skin. This guy's had a hard night -- so has Yixing, really. Yixing puts his hand over Baekhyun's and squeezes it, hoping to transfer some of his body heat over to Baekhyun, make him stop shivering.

"How much?" he hears himself ask. Baekhyun smiles, eyes going dark, and gets up on his tiptoes to whisper in Yixing's ear.

"That's negotiable, depending on what you want." He steps back and tips his head. "What do you want, Yixing? A good time? A quickie? I give great head."

Yixing thinks about it. What does he want? He wants Baekhyun to be warm and dry. He wants Baekhyun to stop shivering. He also just... wants. He tips Baekhyun's chin up with a single finger, presses a kiss against Baekhyun's cold mouth. Some of the gloss transfers to his lips. It tastes cheap.

"I want to get you inside," he says. After that? He's really not so sure, but he'll figure something out.

this is so sweet??????????????

aw ty :*

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part two hundred and twenty one

team zxy - yixing + hooker baek - 1101w

lmao zyx* sry bro

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