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Playing with Fire, You Better Run

Summary:

Xiao Zhan covers up for Ziyi"s shift to bartend at the club. He meets Wang Yibo, flirts with him, and takes him for the night. But tomorrow comes and Xiao Zhan discovers that fuck, Wang Yibo isn"t actually the person he introduced himself as.

 

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This fic has been translated to Spanish HERE

Notes:

HI! So.
This is my first contribution to the YiZhan community. I"ll definitely go to hell after this. Before I go down though, I"ll take you all with me so we can all party with Satan and dance to EOEO, which almost became the title of this fic (I got the title from its lyrics).

This is unbeta"d, but don"t forgive any mistakes. If I"m going to hell, might as well go down with honors.

 

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Xiao Zhan was honestly considering taking his barely-known co-worker He Peng’s offered cigarette if only his phone didn’t chime three times, an indication that his twenty minute break is over, which means that he now needs to go back inside the club to concoct more of those crazed college kids’ requests.  Honestly, it wouldn’t be so bad to cover up for Ziyi’s shift tonight (She had called him earlier, explaining that she had an emergency concerning her brother.) had it only been a regular day, but no, it is a Saturday. And on top of that, it is the Saturday right before university starts on Monday, which makes it the certain night when university students choose to drink hard, what with the ridiculous amount of assignments and reports they’ll be burdened with for the next five months, of course they’ll want to have a last hurrah before they drown in piles of hell work. Xiao Zhan understands, but still.  

 

 

He exhales for a few seconds as he runs a hand through his hair, clearly tired. Gods, he only just moved back to this city a couple of days ago, having accepted an offer at a rather prestigious high school to teach Art History, so most of the boxes he brought to his new apartment are still left unpacked and he really needs to go through them because school starts barely two days from now and he’s yet to submit his lesson plan to his department head and fuck…Xiao Zhan really doesn’t know why he keeps on being the first one to volunteer his efforts when his friends are in need. He sighs, the hand that ran through his hair now supporting his neck as he made little stretches, and then he consoles himself, his friends surely would help him too when he’s the one in need.

 

 

Xiao Zhan gives He Peng a small nod and the older man nods back knowingly, and then Xiao Zhan pushes open the back door to the club, turning muffled bass into loud blaring music.

 

When he gets to his station, he twists his wrists first before taking a clean rag to wipe at the part of the counter that had a wet glass mark on it and after that he tucks the rag underneath his side of the table. He goes on autopilot pretty easily; from pulling a cold Budweiser from the fridge behind him and sliding it smoothly towards the man who’s requested for it after he’d opened it, to slapping basil to release more aroma before he combines it with gin and lemon and ice. It’s been years when he had last done this, having worked here a long time ago as a part-timer, but Xiao Zhan is glad that he still remembers the right mixes and their names, body still somewhat accustomed to shaking countless cocktails and pouring them artfully in their respective glasses.

 

 

At midnight, only an hour before his shift is over, he notices that most of the people on his side of the club had gone crowding over the other end, probably creating a mosh pit to the hip hop song the DJ was live-remixing, something Xiao Zhan doesn’t know the title of but has definitely heard before. He shrugs his shoulders backward and goes to the kitchen to replace more ice cubes into one of the nearly empty coolers. He doesn’t need to be the one to do it, but Xiao Zhan figures he could use some walking. When he comes back, the music had gone slower and the crowd on the dance floor has dispersed. A few people have also gathered near the bar counter and he attends to their orders, swiftly concocting cocktails and passing mugs of beer.

 

“The usual, please.” Xiao Zhan looks up to a sweaty brown-haired guy sporting a red leather jacket, eyes glued to his phone. He slides onto one of the bar stools.

 

“The usual?” Xiao Zhan reiterates, hoping the man would get the idea.

 

The man in the leather jacket looks up from his phone. “Oh, you’re new.”

 

“Yeah, I am.” Xiao Zhan gives him a tight-lipped smile. “Your order?” he asks, but before the man could answer, someone tackles the guy from behind, almost making them stumble if it isn’t for the counter in front of them.

 

Hyung~!” The guy who just arrived whines. “You left me on the dance floor again!” he pouts, and,

 Oh wow, Xiao Zhan thinks, this guy is too pretty.

 

A second later, a girl in a tight black dress also approaches the guy in the red jacket. “Sungjoo, let’s go back to our table, hm?” she practically glues herself to the man. The guy, Sungjoo, pats her cheek and smiles Alright. Before leaving though, Sungjoo taps his cute friend’s shoulder and mutters something about his order and then leaves with the girl.  

 

Sungjoo’s friend assumes his friend’s bar stool for himself and pours his arms on the counter, practically slumping. Xiao Zhan notices that he, too, is sweaty, probably because of dancing. Were they the cause of the crowded dance floor earlier? Xiao Zhan thinks, but still has half the mind to serve the guy a glass of slightly cold water, which makes the guy look up from his slump.

 

“Hi,” the guy grins, and Xiao Zhan believes that this should be illegal. The guy’s just too beautiful; blond hair, pale even skin, pinkish coral lips albeit a little chapped, and fuck. He has black eyeliner on.


Thankfully, Xiao Zhan has had some acting classes back in college which he had aced, so he tempers the heat down. He blinks twice, pretending to be surprised someone actually talked to him, which, yeah he is, but he hopes that it doesn’t show on his face that he actually wants a conversation to carry on.

 

The pretty guy chuckles, and he straightens on his chair. “Sorry ‘bout that with my friends earlier.” He takes off the plain black baseball cap that was put backwards on his head, and just like that, his chin-length blond hair falls onto his face, too gracefully that Xiao Zhan felt his jaw slack down a little.

 

“Thanks for this,” the guy takes the glass of water with one hand, raises it to his lips, and god. He tucks his hair behind his ear with his free hand as he drinks.

 

Starting to feel like a creep, Xiao Zhan clears his throat. “You were ordering?”

 

The guy has just finished the glass of water and set it back on the table. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking, “Ah, yes. A Corpse Reviver 2,” he frowns, “and a cucumber gin, please.”

 

Xiao Zhan nods, pulling away as he grabs some ice and prepares the two drinks. When finished, he presents them to the guy and gets a smile in return, before the guy slides off the stool and takes the Corpse Reviver before he walks away. Okay, Xiao Zhan is a little hurt, but okay. Perhaps he’s gotten a bit rusty, and it isn’t like he’s allowed to start flirting at work, but yeah, a little hurt. It takes him a second to register that the gin mix was left on the table.

 

 

 

“..ge”

 

“Gege!”

 

Xiao Zhan momentarily blinks and then turns at a woman sat at the far end of the counter. He walks to her to take her order. She had sounded rather irate when she called out to him, but her face had softened when Xiao Zhan had finally approached her.

 

“Sorry ma’am,” Xiao Zhan says. “Can I take your order?”

 

“How about you?” She presses her red lips in a closed smile, batting her lashes at Xiao Zhan like she thinks it looks pretty. It doesn’t.

 

“I’m sorry, I—” Xiao Zhan tries, but she cuts him off.

 

“How about you” she emphasizes, leaning more on the counter and obviously intentionally pressing her chest on the edge of the table, and Xiao Zhan internally groans.

 

Gege!” Xiao Zhan hears a familiar voice and he immediately looks at the direction of it, pleased to see that the guy earlier is back, drink now in hand, beaming a delightful smile at him. He smiles back before he realizes it, and gets startled by a huff coming from the female customer beside him.

 

“Just give me a bottle of vodka or something.” She shrinks back onto her seat for some reason, gestures the word vodka using an irritated hand, and rolls her eyes at Xiao Zhan.

 

Xiao Zhan doesn’t know what ‘or something’ meant, but he does give her a bottle of vodka, a shot glass, and a glass of water. He slides two bottles of beer to a buff dude before he goes back to Sungjoo’s friend.

 

“You forgot your drink, huh.” Xiao Zhan speaks first.

 

“I didn’t.” the guy takes a swig. “You were watching me, gege.

 

Xiao Zhan most definitely chokes as a reply.

 

“So I’m giving you more time to watch.”  The guy has the gall to grin, swishing his drink with one hand.

 

Brat.” Xiao Zhan bites out.

 

About four different micro-expressions cross the guy’s face before he settles with a scoff. “Excuse me, but I have a name.”

 

“And what is it?”

 

“Yours first.”

 

“Hm.” Xiao Zhan straightens his back, but the guy leans more in anticipation. For a moment, Xiao Zhan considers telling him his full name, but ultimately decides against it. He leans forward too, now about half a hundred percent sure the guy is also interested. “Zhan.” He says lowly.

 

“Wang Yibo.” There isn’t even a hint of hesitation in the guy’s voice, and Xiao Zhan had to bite a smile.

 

Wang Yibo sips at his drink again, sets it down when he realizes he’s finished it, looks like he’s contemplating for a second, and then stares back at Xiao Zhan.

 

Xiao Zhan doesn’t know how many minutes has passed, or how many customers had stood up from their seats and walked away because the bartender was most definitely busy flirting with a beautiful man, but Xiao Zhan finds it in himself that he doesn’t really care. He’ll just apologize to Ziyi tomorrow if he gets a complaint, which he doubts, because it’s already nearing one a.m. and people are most likely stoned. So he just stares at Wang Yibo.

 

Zhan-ge’s really handsome.” Wang Yibo says playfully, chin on top of his palm as he looks up at the bartender.

 

“Wang Yibo’s really drunk.” Xiao Zhan tries not to stutter, tries not to test the limits of flirting.

 

Ge,” Wang Yibo pouts, and Xiao Zhan internally swears. “This is my first drink.” He pushes his cocktail glass lightly. “Give me another.”

 

Xiao Zhan takes the glass. “You like this drink?”

 

Wang Yibo shakes his head. “Nah, I just like the color of the cucumber.” A pause, and then. He snorts. And then he laughs. And Xiao Zhan, hands currently on the shaker, stops at his movements for a second, and laughs heartily as well.

 

Ah, what the wee hours do to people. He thinks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                After serving him his fourth drink, Wang Yibo slides off the bar stool wordlessly, takes his glass, and walks to whichever direction his friends’ table might be at. Xiao Zhan grabs the rag from underneath the counter again, wipes at the wet glass marks on the now empty counter, takes the black mini apron off his waist, and thinks, I guess that’s just it, then. It was pretty disappointing, but whatever, Xiao Zhan has had other similar encounters, and it isn’t like he had the time to fool around either. He takes one more glance at his station, and then leaves when the next person on the shift arrives.

 

 

 

                Xiao Zhan ends up drinking a sad margarita mix in a disposable cup at the back exit of the bar. He didn’t bring his car tonight, might as well take advantage of the fact that he wouldn’t be driving himself home. The back door swings open, and out stumbles another couple making out, or was trying to, when Xiao Zhan clears his throat rather loudly and the two people who are obviously much younger than he is stops abruptly and the girl shoves the guys off her and stomps back into the club. Xiao Zhan sighs, that’s the fifth couple since he went out here.  He doesn’t even know what he’s waiting for. Ziyi, the only person working in this establishment that he knew isn’t here, and Zhuocheng wasn’t here tonight as a customer either. The other employees who had a similar shift time had already gone home, too. Xiao Zhan sighs again, and realizes that he’s still disappointed.

 

                The back door opens again. Xiao Zhan closes his eyes, ready to sigh for a third time, when he feels a hand snaking up his left arm.

 

                “Ge…”

 

                Ah, it’s that vodka-or-something chick from earlier, and it’s obvious that she’s drunk.

 

                “Ma’am,” Xiao Zhan gently pries her hands off him, holds her wrists, but puts a good distance between them. “Ma’am, you’re drunk.”
 

                “Aw, gege is too nice!” She giggles, and clings onto Xiao Zhan again.

 

                He just patiently distances himself again. “Ma’am, if you’d like, I’ll call a cab for you to take you home, alright?”

 

               The woman seems to ponder his words for a second, but then bites her lips at him. “How about you take me home, mmn? Yes?”

 

                Xiao Zhan just really wants this to be over with, but he can’t be rude. “Ma’am, you’re drunk.” He repeats, hoping that it would somehow go through her brain.

               

“Oh come on, gege!” She stomps her stiletto-clad foot on the pavement as looks up at Xiao Zhan. “You’re obviously sexually frustrated, too!” She pouts. “You can vent it to me!” She says, and then she steps closer to Xiao Zhan again.

 

“I can’t take advantage of you, ma’am. Please, just—”

 

The back door swings open again, and honestly, Xiao Zhan feels like he’s ready to punch a man.

 

“Zhan-ge?”

 

And Xiao Zhan whips his head to Wang Yibo’s direction. He is still holding the woman off, struggling as he is, but he still manages a small smile for the man. “Wang Yibo? You’re still here?”

 

“I was looking for you, but they said your shift was over and oh—” Wang Yibo’s eyes fall onto the woman. “She stoned?”

 

Xiao Zhan nods and is actually kind of glad Wang Yibo does not misunderstand.

 

Wang Yibo approaches them and then…he claps once, loudly, at the face of the woman. She startles, and then stares at Wang Yibo angrily. “The fuck are you?”

 

“Hi.” Wang Yibo is now standing between the woman and Xiao Zhan. His back is onto Xiao Zhan but he can hear the fake smile in the guy’s voice. “Ma’am, gege and I are about to go home and have some fun, so please don’t get it our way, okay?”

 

By some miracle, she actually backs off and walks away, but not with one final glare at both Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan.

 

Xiao Zhan stares at Wang Yibo, bewildered. “Just…how do you do that?”

 

Wang Yibo tilts his head at him. “What?”

 

That.” Xiao Zhan nods at the direction where the woman walked off to, “I’ve been holding her off for like, five minutes, and she wouldn’t back down.”

 

“Oh. I dunno.” Wang Yibo chuckles. And then stops. And then takes a step closer to Xiao Zhan. “She probably saw I’m prettier than she is, so.”

 

Something sparks in Xiao Zhan, and as Wang Yibo gets closer, he realizes that the guy is actually a few inches shorter than he is. “Oh, seems like you’re doing similar things, hm?”

 

Wang Yibo eyes him, slowly, hungrily. “You’re not stopping me though, Zhan-ge.” Just like that, Wang Yibo is mouthing at the side of his neck, slender hands undoing the first two buttons of his long-sleeved black shirt, eagerly lapping at the newly exposed skin.

 

Xiao Zhan hums, right hand going up to Wang Yibo’s blond tresses, taking a feel at the soft locks before he pulls at them, forcing Wang Yibo off of him. “Not here.” Xiao Zhan grits out, trying not to just slam Wang Yibo’s back on the wall behind him, because fuck, his lips are so so red, and Xiao Zhan wants them elsewhere.

 

“Then take me somewhere, please.” Wang Yibo pleads through half-lidded eyes and pretty dark lashes. Xiao Zhan wants to kiss him now, but he’s afraid he won’t be able to stop once he starts.

 

So he takes Wang Yibo’s hand, stands at the street for a painful couple minutes before a cab finally pulls over. Xiao Zhan says the name of the hotel near his apartment because it’s the only one he could remember, and then they were off.

 

When they get to the hotel, they pass by the mini bar first before the main lobby, and Wang Yibo slows on his tracks. Xiao Zhan stops walking, asks, “You want anything from there?” Wang Yibo shakes his head, and Xiao Zhan approaches the front desk. He doesn’t want to come off cheap, so he pays for the entire night.

 

It’s only when they are on the elevator to their room that it clicks to Xiao Zhan.

 

Wang Yibo, no matter how baggy and long his sleeves are, is clearly fidgeting, silently playing with the hem of his sleeves, fingers barely seen.

 

Xiao Zhan is going to address it, but the elevator chimes and the doors open, and they walk out, walk the corridors and walk until they reach the front of their room in a silence that is most definitely not not awkward.

 

“Hey,” Xiao Zhan says, facing Wang Yibo before he draws the key card from his pocket. He searches his eyes, and Xiao Zhan could be wrong, but Wang Yibo looks lost.

 

“Hmm?” it’s obvious Wang Yibo is trying not to get his voice break.

 

“If you’re uncomfortable about this, we can drop it now.” Xiao Zhan says, hoping that his words sounded calming and comforting enough. He hopes he doesn’t scare Wang Yibo, takes a step back to give the guy some space in case he’s afraid he’ll be pulled back if he tries to walk away.

 

It is obvious that Wang Yibo is younger than Xiao Zhan, but Xiao Zhan doesn’t know by how many years. He doesn’t know, but it doesn’t matter. The guy’s obviously old enough for this, being able to enter a club and buy drinks and all that, but Xiao Zhan doesn’t want to force him.

 

“Really, it’s okay.” He continues. “If you don’t wa—”

 

Zhan-ge,” Wang Yibo looks up at him. “you’ve already brought me here, though.” He grins.

 

Xiao Zhan stares at him intently. “I’m not kidding, Bo-di.

 

Something flashes in Wang Yibo’s eyes, and suddenly, Xiao Zhan’s back is on the door, with Wang Yibo in front of him, mouth on his lips. It takes him a second to register, but Xiao Zhan eventually closes his eyes, hands automatically grasping Wang Yibo’s body as they go down his waist and he grips, and Wang Yibo honest-to-god, mewls. And it’s when Xiao Zhan realizes that they are still at the hotel hallway, making out.

 

“Fuck,” he breathes, gently pushing Wang Yibo. “Let’s get inside first, yeah?” Wang Yibo nods wordlessly, but takes Xiao Zhan’s free hand into his own. It does things to Xiao Zhan’s heart, but he wouldn’t dwell on it, at least, not for now.

 

Yibo is the first one to sit at the edge of the bed, gently nudging his shoes off, eyes on the floor, but his hand is still on Xiao Zhan’s hand, and then he looks up, tugs. “Ge…” he sounds pouty, whiny, needy.

 

“You’re so pretty,” Xiao Zhan lets go of Yibo’s hand in favor of caressing his cheeks. He scoots down to Yibo’s level and the younger backs to the center of the bed, giving Xiao Zhan space to position himself. Xiao Zhan kisses him. “Too pretty.” He says softly, and then there is that mewl again. It twists something inside of Xiao Zhan, something that makes Xiao Zhan want to keep on praising the younger, and he decides he will.  His right hand goes under Yibo’s loose white shirt, goes up until it finds an already perked up bud, and then Xiao Zhan flicks it, and continues doing so until Yibo hides his face at the crook of Xiao Zhan’s neck, already panting.

 

Zhan-ge,” Yibo finally lifts his face and kisses at the curve of Xiao Zhan’s jawline, alternating between that and mouthing at the skin underneath his ear. “Zhan-ge, Zhan-ge…”

 

Xiao Zhan takes pity on him and stops, looking down at Wang Yibo as he undoes the rest of the buttons of his shirt and shrugs it off to the floor below. He takes Yibo’s sweatshirt too, and flings it to god-knows-where. He blatantly checks the younger guy out, eyes travelling from his neck, to his collar bones, down to that abused pinkish nipple he’d played with a moment ago, and down the hard-lined abs that made Xiao Zhan lick his lips.

 

“You like what you see.” Yibo says, more of a statement than a question, and he sounds so smug Xiao Zhan can’t help but grin himself as he leans down for another kiss.

 

“Want to see more.”

 

Yibo yelps when Xiao Zhan’s blunt nails momentarily graze the V-line of his hips as both his sweatpants and underwear both get pulled down and off, along with his socks. He lifts his back from the bed, but Xiao Zhan presses a firm palm on his stomach, maneuvers his wrist, and goes down to ghost over Yibo’s erection.

 

“Fuck, you’re already leaking.” Xiao Zhan didn’t mean to say it out loud, but he just did. He goes down on Yibo, warm hand on the shaft and tongue on the slit, and Yibo writhes under him, two hands immediately tangling on his hair.

 

Gege…

 

Xiao Zhan continues, humming at the caress of Yibo’s hands on his hair, supressing a smile when Yibo’s hips buck upwards. It’s fine though, Xiao Zhan is able to hold him down with a free hand.

 

Zhan-ge, stop. Please, I’ll come too soon.” Yibo’s hand is on his cheek now, and Xiao Zhan does stop, looks up, and is rewarded with the sight of Wang Yibo whose pale skin has now flushed pink at convenient spots.  Unexpectedly, Yibo reaches down for his cock and fists at it, obviously trying to tame down an incoming orgasm. Xiao Zhan is very thankful he gets to see it.

 

Yibo’s hand is still on his erection when Xiao Zhan unzips his own pants and kneels between Yibo’s legs, “Suck me off.” He hears a stuttered breath, and then Yibo nods and shuffles to get off the bed.

 

Xiao Zhan gets the idea, stands up as well, and supresses a tight growl when Wang Yibo sinks down on his knees, pulls Xiao Zhan’s pants all the way down and off, and stares up at Xiao Zhan with wide eyes for a second before his tongue glides across the man’s length without supporting it with his hands.

 

Wang Yibo swallows on half the length of his cock, his hands tightly closed against his beautifully pale thighs. Shit, he looks too good like this. It’s only when Yibo’s eyes flutter open to stare up at him that Xiao Zhan realizes he’d said that out loud. Yibo hums, rises from sitting on the back of his legs, and then finally wraps his right hand at the remainder of Xiao Zhan’s length, his left hand snaking to the back of Xiao Zhan’s thigh, gripping tightly as if anchoring the older man there. Yibo’s movements quicken, taking more of Xiao Zhan until his cock hits the back of Yibo’s throat and Yibo releases a short gagging sound, and pulls back, looks up at Xiao Zhan, and fucking chuckles.

 

Xiao Zhan could not stop himself from bending down, tilting Yibo’s chin up with a caring hand, and kissing him fully on the mouth, uncaring of the saliva at the side of Yibo’s lower lip, tongue immediately going past Yibo’s lips at the exact second they part. Yibo lets him, let’s Xiao Zhan lick at the roof of his mouth and swirl at his tongue and take control. They both breathe in the kiss, and Xiao Zhan isn’t sure if what’s more intoxicating, this, or the margarita and cucumber gin they’d drank earlier. He parts with Yibo, but the younger chases his mouth, barely makes it in time so he only catches Xiao Zhan’s lower lip, and Xiao Zhan feels Wang Yibo’s teeth at the side where his tiny mole is located. Yibo licks where he bit first, and then is guided when he stands up.

 

 

 Wang Yibo isn’t able to stand up. Xiao Zhan pulls him quickly onto the bed, and Yibo yelps as he is flipped to his stomach, gasps when Xiao Zhan pushes his legs inwards, ass now in the air.

 

Zhan-ge,you’re being harsh to your didi.” Yibo says in that pouty voice albeit sporting an evident grin, pretty face over his pretty shoulder, and Xiao Zhan’s breath catches at the sight, what with Yibo’s slender waist slightly twisted so that the younger guy could take a look at him.

 

“You seem to like it though.” Xiao Zhan tries a dark smile, considers it a win when Yibo’s jaw goes slack and he takes a sharp intake of breath. His hands travel from Yibo’s thighs, up to the gorgeously shaped cheeks of Yibo’s ass. He squeezes at them, and thinks momentarily, they need more color. And so Xiao Zhan brings down a heavy hand at the right cheek.

 

Fuck!” Yibo gasps, the younger’s elbows giving up on supporting him so Yibo’s upper half falls suddenly on the bed, ass now further up, creating a delicious curve to his back. Xiao Zhan takes his time to appreciate the view, and then slaps the other cheek as well, takes a few seconds to massage both when they’d flushed red, and then parts them, revealing a puckered pinkish entrance in between.  

 

When he goes down on it, the first thing that comes to Xiao Zhan’s mind is that, god, he’s tight.  He continues, lapping at the puckered hole until Yibo slowly starts to relax and his entrance loosens a bit, and Xiao Zhan takes advantage of the second, delves his tongue inside once the hole loosens a bit more. He barely hears the rustling of sheets and Yibo whimpering into a pillow, as Xiao Zhan reaches deeper, wetting Yibo’s ass so that it feels slick.

 

Zhan-ge,” Wang Yibo calls out breathlessly, voice still muffled by a pillow. Xiao Zhan understands, licks Yibo’s hole a last time and squeezes at a cheek, before he slips out of bed to reach for his pants discarded on the floor to get what they need.

               

Xiao Zhan returns to the bed kneeling once again in front of Yibo, who’s now lying on his back, legs already spread apart. Xiao Zhan can’t help but hover above him and allow himself to be pulled down for a sloppy kiss, Yibo once again nipping at his lower lip and smiles softly at him once he lets go. Xiao Zhan just had to kiss him again. After that, he kneels back again, tears open a sachet of lube rather hastily so some of drips on Wang Yibo’s stomach. Yibo laughs and Xiao Zhan smiles, before he slicks his fingers and nudges one at Yibo’s entrance and Yibo hums deeply when it enters.

 

“You’re still so tight,” Xiao Zhan says belatedly as he rubs a second finger in. “Bet you don’t have much experience.”

 

Wang Yibo exhales something that is between a pant and a huff. “I’m only twenty one, ge. I’m allowed to be less experienced.”

 

Hm.” So he’s only twenty one. Xiao Zhan himself is already twenty seven. He thinks, yeah, when he was that age he didn’t get much action either.

 

Two fingers are now inside Yibo, and Xiao Zhan alters between twisting his hand and curving his fingers, both of which makes the younger male fist at the white sheets at his sides. When he adds in a third finger, Yibo’s already breathing hard, staring at Xiao Zhan with eyes that held such deep intent. “Zhan-ge, please just—”

 

“Mmn.” Xiao Zhan nods and takes out his fingers, to which Wang Yibo whines at. He picks up the packet of condom he has beside him, but Yibo reaches out and takes it off his hand. He stares at the younger man. “What?”

 

“I’d like it better if you won’t use this.” Wang Yibo waves the condom between two fingers.

 

“Are you serious?” Xiao Zhan breathes. “Yibo, you need to be more careful with these kinds of things.”

 

“Please? Zhan-ge?” there’s that pout again. “Besides,” he adds, “you look like you also haven’t had sex in months.”

 

Well, he isn’t wrong. Xiao Zhan runs a hand through his hair. “You little gremlin…” he sighs, “Fuck, fine.” He guesses there was an edge to his voice, because Wang Yibo sits up to kiss his cheek.

 

“Thank you, Zhan-ge.” Yibo says, and Xiao Zhan’s heart does a thing again, which he ignores. Yibo pulls back and lies back down again. “Come on”

 

Xiao Zhan tears open another sachet of lube and pours the contents onto his palm. He slicks it around his cock, pumping up and down slowly, the weight of his length getting heavier as it throbs in his hand. He catches Wang Yibo licking his lips before he positions himself, intakes a breath before he delves in. His hands find support by holding onto Yibo’s waist, gripping tighter as he pushes himself deeper.

 

Yibo is so warm, so wet, and so deliciously tight, Xiao Zhan has to calm himself down a little to prevent himself from just snapping his hips forward. As if reading his thoughts, Wang Yibo moans from under him, “Zhan-ge, come on. Deeper. Please.”

 

“Since you asked nicely,” Xiao Zhan starts, and then shoves in a little deeper this time. He is rewarded with a louder mewl, so he does it again, and again, until Xiao Zhan is fully sheathed in Yibo’s ass, and he could feel the full, wet warmth  of it.

 

“Move, move.” Yibo repeats, one hand reaching out and Xiao Zhan takes it onto his own, doesn’t miss the gasp that comes from Yibo’s lips when he places Yibo’s palm on his chest as Xiao Zhan leans closer, drags half his dick out, and then pushes it back in. He does so carefully, but then Wang Yibo whines Harder, Zhan-ge, and Xiao Zhan doesn’t have it in him to deny him. He does what he is told, drags his dick out again, and then pounds back in this time.

 

“How’s that?” Xiao Zhan says, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his forehead.

 

“Do that again.” Yibo breathes. “Don’t stop.”

 

And so Xiao Zhan continues, rolling his hips forwards, pulling out halfway, shoving back in. He finds that it draws the prettiest sounds out of Yibo, and he doesn’t want it to stop either. He does this a couple more minutes, until Yibo’s hand reaches out to him again.

 

Zhan-ge, Zhan-ge,” he says in between pants. “Kiss me.”

 

So Xiao Zhan pauses his movements for a moment, relishes the yelp that comes from the younger male when he takes Yibo’s left leg and Xiao Zhan hikes it up his own shoulder.  He pushes back into Yibo and leans towards his face because this new positions allows them to be closer. Xiao Zhan presses his lips on Yibo’s open mouth, slowly and softly kissing him, a stark contrast from the hard thrusts he does to connect their bodies.

 

Bo-di,” Xiao Zhan peppers kisses on Yibo’s lips, jaw, cheeks, forehead, underneath his ear, and closed eyes. Yibo whines and blunt nails come to scratch at Xiao Zhan’s back when he starts nipping at Yibo’s chest, tonguing at the rosy nipples, and then going back to Yibo’s mouth to kiss him fully again.

 

“You’re so beautiful like this, Yibo.” Xiao Zhan feels a low coiling inside of him and knows that he’s close. “Yibo, Yibo”  he snaps his hips faster and feels Yibo’s arms tighten around him. He brings a hand down to stroke at Yibo’s length, and Yibo suddenly jerks, hides his face at the crook of Xiao Zhan’s neck once again and bites the skin there as he comes, wetting both his and Xiao Zhan’s stomachs.

 

“Fuck, fuck…” Yibo says, letting out a combination of curses and Zhan-ge as he rides out his orgasm, slender hips snapping up to meet Xiao Zhan’s thrusts. “Come on ge,”  he says once he calms down, albeit still panting. “Use me. Fill me.” He’s breathing too near Xiao Zhan’s mouth, and Xiao Zhan just had to devour those lips again, needier this time, and then Xiao Zhan’s thrusts become inconsistent and erratic, and he finally tips over the edge, spilling cum inside Yibo.

 

Xiao Zhan doesn’t speak, just continues kissing Yibo as he chases out his orgasm, pulls back only by an inch when he feels himself slowly coming back down to earth, and when he finally opens his eyes, sees an angel smiling softly at him. Xiao Zhan closes the gap between their lips again.

 

 

After staying hovered over Wang Yibo for god-knows how long, Xiao Zhan finally sits back up and pulls out of the younger male, eliciting a tired moan from him. Xiao Zhan squeezes Yibo’s thigh lightly. “I’ll be back.” He says as he makes way for the bathroom.

 

He cleans himself first before he comes back with a warm damp towel. Xiao Zhan chuckles as he finds that Wang Yibo had covered his face with one of the huge pillows, an arm over it to keep it there while he still laid sprawled on the bed like how Xiao Zhan left him earlier. The arm draped over the pillow jerks down when Xiao Zhan places the towel on Yibo’s stomach to wipe at it, and Xiao Zhan catches Yibo’s hand with his own. “It’s just me.” He says as Yibo takes the pillow off his face with his other hand. “Hi again.”

 

“Hi again.” Yibo returns, whimpers a little when Xiao Zhan probes a finger in his ass to take out the cum. “Fucker.” Yibo grits out, trying not to grin.”

 

“That, I am.” Xiao Zhan replies, wiping Yibo down and he chuckles again when Yibo throws a pillow at him. He then returns to the bathroom with the now dirtied towel. He takes a bathrobe from one of the racks and throws it on, comes back to the room to find that the lights are already off, except for that one lamp at Yibo’s side of the bed.

 

“You’re staying?” Yibo, who’s now wrapped up in the blankets that he’s hogged, asks, eyes on the ceiling.

 

“’Til morning, yeah.” Xiao Zhan’s tone is clipped, so he adds, “Got work on Monday.” He then realizes that it’s already Sunday now and that Monday is tomorrow. He groans.

 

“Mm. Same.” Yibo hums.

 

Xiao Zhan vaguely remembers an arm draping over his chest and a head of blond hair resting by his open arm as he closes his eyes,  finally letting sleep take over.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He wakes up with his dick getting worked up, literally.

 

It is morning now, obviously, hard sun glares targeted at Xiao Zhan’s face coming from the balcony window. Yet it isn’t that which makes Xiao Zhan abruptly open his eyes.

 

“Fuck you.” Is the first thing that he says when Wang Yibo finally pulls back from swallowing around his cock, giving the tip a wet kiss first before Yibo looks up at him.

 

“Good morning to you, too, Zhan-ge.” Yibo beams a smile at him. And honestly? No one could stay mad at that smile, especially when you’re getting a blowjob from those lips. Yibo shuffles to kneel between his hips and Xiao Zhan’s eyes widen as realization dawns upon him. “And yes, fuck me.” Yibo practically chirps. “I’ve already prepped myself, so you don’t have to worry, ge.”

 

“You’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you.”

 

They use the condom this time, and Xiao Zhan orgasms far sooner than he’d like, but he blames Wang Yibo’s earlier ministrations for that. Yibo comes not too long after, hot ropes of white fluid squirting onto Xiao Zhan’s stomach as Yibo continued sinking down his dick while he stroked his own.

 

Yibo sits up, pulling out Xiao Zhan’s cock out of him and then rolls off to sit beside Xiao Zhan, leans down to peck at his lips. “Take a shower, Zhan-ge. You stink.”

 

“Gremlin.” Xiao Zhan murmurs but he does get off the bed, taking the condom off of him and ties it as he heads for the bathroom. He faintly hears Yibo chuckling before he turns the shower on, warm water raining on him, and he closes his eyes under the sprinkle.

 

When he comes back, Wang Yibo is no longer there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday comes by fast, and Xiao Zhan is glad that he’d actually  miraculously done all paperwork he had to submit before classes start this morning. He’s already met up with the high school department head earlier after the welcoming ceremony.

 

His lunch break is almost over now. Xiao Zhan adjusts his tie once more, pushes up his gold-rimmed glasses with one finger, and takes one last look at the mirror before he grabs his folders from the counter and heads to his next class.

 

His thoughts flutter as he walks the long hallways. He sighs. It’s only Monday, only the first day of work in his new city, and yet Xiao Zhan is already tired. Perhaps because it’s a slow day. Perhaps because it is Syllabus Day, and he isn’t really teaching anything today, just going over the general outline of the course and stating possible requirements. It’s also Introduction Day, which, quite honestly, Xiao Zhan is bad at. He can barely remember half the names and faces of the students he’s met with today, and he’s also barely acquainted with any of the faculty members yet, which, oh right. And shit.

 

There will be a celebratory dinner tonight. What they’re celebrating when they’ve only started the school year, Xiao Zhan doesn’t have the slightest idea of what it is. He consoles himself, it’s to get to know his co-workers. He’s tired, but it’s just going to be one night.

 

One night…

 

Xiao Zhan stops walking, reaching room 408. He can hear from outside the muffled chattering of the third year students inside the room, and Xiao Zhan’s glad they aren’t as noisy as his previous classes had been. Perhaps it’s because an ungodly hour of the day when people are most likely to become sleepy. Albeit it only being a little after lunch time, this is his last class for the day. So maybe later he’ll have some time to slump at his table in the faculty room. He pats his cheek lightly, and then slides open the door to the classroom.

 

He walks in, ignoring how the chatters slowly faded out into silence in favor of flipping his file folder into the right page of the syllabus. Xiao Zhan clears his throat for a second, internally preparing the speech he’d repeated over and over the in the four classes he’d had this morning.

 

“Good afternoon,” Xiao Zhan starts, and then finally looks up to the class.

 

And then the supposedly following words die down on his throat.

 

There, sitting at the smack center of the room, is an equally wide-eyed boy, equally shocked, a side of his blond hair tucked neatly behind his ear.

 

Fuck.

 

FUCK.

 

 

 

Notes:

Right.

I know it"s kind of a cliffhanger. I"m really bad at continuing stories, I"m sorry! But I do have some kind of continuation in my mental notes but idk if I"ll be writing that.

And yes.
It"s love at first dick for Wang Yibo. Thanks for reading.

 
 

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