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One
Wednesday is laundry day and because mama works late on Tuesday nights, most nights really, the job’s been up to A-Yao for a long time. Recently he’s had company, though, which is really lucky for various reasons.
It is good that Sisi is here because they can split the money for a machine whenever it fits. A-Yao doesn’t mind putting his things in with Sisi’s. He likes her a lot and so does mama, so that’s both cost and time efficient. Another good thing is that A-Yao can actually leave for the bathroom or to fetch a snack and doesn’t have to worry whether the sheets and towels will still be there when he gets back because you cannot ever leave your laundry alone in this dump. You have to sit in the basement until the machine is done, until the dryer is done, or someone will unplug it and steal your soaking wet clothes. It has happened.
So much for the practical side of things, but having Sisi around has also made A-Yao feel like he has a friend for a change. Sisi makes him feel at ease. She’s smart and fun to talk to about pretty much anything. She makes A-Yao feel smart, too and likable and, in a way, safe.
Kids used to come into the laundry room from time to time just to throw clothes pegs at A-Yao and call him a bedwetting bitch, suggesting the reason he’s doing laundry is because he pisses himself. They’ve hated him since he caught one of them pissing in the detergent shute on the delicates machine. (The logic of bullies.) Foolishly A-Yao told mama the name of the boy and mama rang his doorbell and got into an argument with his stepdad and absolutely no good came from it. In the end the landlord ran three empty wash cycles on the machine and put up one of those no-urinating signs on the basement door.
The kid got a smack on the neck at home and everyone’s hated A-Yao’s guts since then. Nobody’s really come down to bother A-Yao in years but the kid, who is massive now, still spits on the ground when he sees A-Yao in the stairwell, so A-Yao avoids hanging around the apartment complex on his own anyway.
Now A-Yao has a grocery shopping partner, a laundry partner. Usually he brings his homework with him to the basement and Sisi brings hers. She’s here for a student exchange in statistics but works with mama sometimes. A-Yao has been helping her with her English and she explains maths in those fascinating ways far superior to how they teach it at school.
Sometimes they play cards, or weiqi on one of those little magnetic travelling sets, sometimes they just talk. The white folding chairs they sit on are chained to the pipes with bike locks. If somebody really wanted to grab them, they could but they’d have to bring bolt cutters. Millions of people take that chance with their bikes everyday, so A-Yao and Sisi will risk their chairs.
Most tenants are probably glad there’s a place to sit down there.
It’s the last Wednesday that Sisi and A-Yao will be doing laundry together.
“I’ll worry about you when I leave,” Sisi says, shuffling the cards in her hands clumsily. “All you do is study. No friends, no girlfriend or boyfriend, no fun.”
“I also do laundry,” A-Yao replies, picking up a card she tosses in front of him on the upturned plastic hamper.
“I think you’re very handsome and sweet and should have lots of fun,” Sisi says and winks at him, the way she often does.
“I’m a loner and I’m short.” A-Yao replies with a sigh and a defeated smile.
“I’m shorter,” Sisi says. A-Yao scoffs.
“I don’t think so.” He looks around the room and puts his cards face-down on their make-shift table. ”Stand against that wall.”
Sisi laughs and walks over while A-Yao gets a pencil from his backpack.
“Shoes off. Stand straight. Heels, butt and shoulders against the wall, Sisi-jie.”
She kicks off her sandals. A-Yao corrects her posture. He has to do it several times because she giggles and moves around too much. He marks the top of her head on the wall, careful not to lean in too far because that always makes his palms sweaty. He realizes they already are and suddenly he’s afraid he’ll drop the pencil. That would be embarrassing. He discretely wipes them on his pants, one by one.
“Now you.” Sisi gives him a push and they change places. Sisi seems a lot less worried about coming in too close or her hands getting clammy. She pushes A-Yao’s hair flat where it always stands up on the back of his head and draws a line on the plaster.
“Huh,” she says. “You’re shorter.” A-Yao already knew that.
“Not much. Three centimeters maybe.” She doesn’t step away. A-Yao turns to face her.
“Remember that one time we played and I said if you beat me, you get a kiss?” she asks.
A-Yao nods. He can smell her chapstick. Peach. He might have the same one.
“I thought that meant you were going to let me win,” A-Yao answers.
It’s true. He knew she was flirting. He studies her face for a moment, her mischievous smile. She might be taller than A-Yao, she might be a little older, but she doesn’t look it. Not when she’s not working. Not today in her yellow spaghetti dress. She has three earrings in her right ear, two in her left, little silver hoops and dangly pink and teal stars. She laughs and the metal stars sparkle with the movement. She looks just like the girls at school. She kisses A-Yao.
A-Yao thought this was going to happen sooner or later but he wasn’t going to start it. He closes his eyes and asks himself how he’s feeling, now that it’s happening. It’s his first kiss and it lasts only a few seconds, not long enough for him to come to a satisfactory conclusion. He’s going to miss her, that’s for sure. When Sisi backs away, she is smiling.
“Are you going to cry when I fly back?” Sisi’s knee brushes A-Yao’s leg. He’s in shorts and suddenly very aware of it.
“Of course,” A-Yao says. He swallows hard. He says it like a joke, hiding how much he means it. He would like to keep kissing. Sisi seems to agree because she leans in again.
It’s a lot less like a peck this time. It is softer and leaves room for movement. It’s a proper kiss. They both incline their heads, so their noses don’t bump together. A-Yao can hear the soaring noise of the machine picking up spinning speed. He smells the notes of fabric softener somewhere far away, far behind the sweet, artificial flavor of artificial peaches.
Sisi pushes her hip against a roll of wine gums in the pocket of A-Yao’s shorts and starts for a second. A-Yao can guess what she is thinking but she is wrong. He actually has that under control. She cannot seriously be thinking the candy is his dick, though. No doubt, she is experienced enough to tell the difference. It’s too skinny and it’s not even fresh, there’s a few gummies missing already, so it’s way too little overall. If she seriously thinks that’s his dick, A-Yao should be offended.
She’s already kissing A-Yao again and this time when she leans into him, her aim is much better. Their stomachs touch and a little below that, it’s A-Yao who gets startled this time. Sisi isn’t really doing anything, she’s just close and it’s not something A-Yao is used to. Her hands are on A-Yao’s shoulders and his hands must have drifted to her back all by themselves. A-Yao cannot tell when that even happened.
Sisi deepens the kiss, so it becomes wetter. Sisi is right, A-Yao thinks. All A-Yao does is study and chores and look after mama. This, now, is normal, this is what other teenagers do. Make out in a basement, some muggy June afternoon. A-Yao hugs Sisi a little tighter. She wraps her arms around his neck. With her elbows out of the way, he can feel her boobs push against his chest. Maybe, as for fun, this is his shot.
The kids at school don’t like A-Yao. The kids around the block don’t either. Sisi likes him, though. If his body wasn’t so greedy, he could enjoy the hugging a lot more.
Sisi pushes her leg between A-Yao’s knees. He shivers and it’s not because they’ve been standing barefoot on the cold basement tiles.
Nobody has ever come in when they were doing laundry before. A-Yao hopes nobody will come in today. It wouldn’t be good to get caught at all. The only thing shielding his erection from view are the folds of Sisi’s dress. It’s under there. Sisi knows, of course, and A-Yao is stopping himself from rubbing up against her, although he really, really would like to but it just seems rude.
They’re still kissing but there’s tongues now. A-Yao is trying to kiss well, which means he tries to imitate what Sisi is doing in a kind of complementary way. Sisi hums into the kiss approvingly. A-Yao is going to miss her a lot and in a way he tries to channel that into the kiss, mainly by thinking of it intensely.
Having Sisi’s leg between his legs also means that A-Yao’s leg is between hers. She has started to make noises so he goes out on a limb and pushes his leg up. The muscles in his thigh are trembling like he’s done a hundred lunges but Sisi licks into his mouth which he interprets as encouragement, so he moves his leg further all the way up to the point of collision.
The thin fabric of her underwear is soaked. A-Yao can feel it against his skin. Weirdly cool and hot at the same time. He realizes he has been making noises, too. He also realizes that his hands are gripping Sisi’s waist firmly, that Sisi’s fingers slide through his hair, pull on it to guide him exactly how she wants the angle of their kiss. Then her hand is on the top of his head, where she rested its heel earlier when she marked the wall. A-Yao has no idea where that pencil went. He thinks of that pencil as his knees give way, as Sisi wiggles, doing something with her skirt but A-Yao’s eyes stay closed or otherwise it will all be over before it even began.
Judging from the schoolyard gossip and the scribblings on the boys’ bathroom stalls, he is doing well enough. And that’s all the info he can go by. He’s never had anybody entrust their first-time-failures and premature ejaculation misadventures to him.
He’s paid attention in sex-ed. He’s aced that test. But now he’s under Sisi’s dress. He opens his eyes and sees her underwear on the cracked tiles. It’s sheer and pink, some sort of grid pattern. It’s wet to the point where it sticks to the grey floor below. It’s glistening. A bit to its left lies the pencil.
A-Yao’s forehead is resting against Sisi’s pussy and he is staring at a pencil.
He slides his hands up the back of Sisi’s thighs, on instinct. But it’s a little tougher to know what to do now. Now that he cannot see her face. He’s shaking a bit and sweating a lot. Sisi makes an impatient noise, even stomps her foot. A-Yao lifts his head, so he’s face to face with the task. He takes one tentative lick and his tongue comes away wetter than it was. Sisi shudders and her fingernails dig into A-Yao’s scalp through the cotton of her dress. The taste is like salt and lemon. It’s nothing like industrial peach aroma.
It’s too much. His dick twitches and aches and it’s getting more difficult to think. He’ll come in his pants. A-Yao absolutely must not come in his pants. He’s impatient, so he whines in a way that he normally never allows himself under most circumstances. But this is the opposite of most circumstances, because this has never happened to him ever. He really doesn’t know what else to do but whine a little.
Sisi takes mercy on him, pulls him to his feet again, walks backwards to the washing machine that has already gone silent, pulling A-Yao along by his shirt. She hops on top of it, wraps her legs around A-Yao’s waist and yanks down the elasticated waistband of his sweatshorts. His dick is free and A-Yao cannot bear to look at it. He cannot risk opening his eyes at all. He nearly blacks out when Sisi wraps a hand around his dick and under her breath asks him if he wants to. A-Yao nods his head and grabs her wrist to guide her hand that pushes his dick inside her.
And then it feels like he’s inside her with his entire body. It’s warm and slick and as much as A-Yao tries to thrust with his pelvis like he thinks he’s supposed to, he’s just falling forward, just shooting down a very high, very steep water slide. They’re both panting and moving without any rhythm whatsoever. He’s forgotten everything. He couldn’t tell you what day of the week it is, what year. Sisi is clinging to him, running her tongue along the shell of his ear. A-Yao’s face is buried in her neck, under the fall of her hair, when he comes. Every muscle in his body tenses and he clenches his teeth so as not to bite down on her shoulder. He’s shaking and huffing and Sisi is holding him.
After several moments of just breathing, A-Yao blinks his eyes open, looks down at the mess. His cum is leaking out of Sisi, over the edge of the washing machine, across its scuttle-like window where the blues, the greys, the purples and the greens of their clothes are visible through the glass. Then there’s his pants around his ankles, the roll of candy poking out of the dark fabric.
Sisi follows his gaze and clasps her hand over a giggle. Her laugh makes more cum bubble out, which in turn makes her laugh more.
A-Yao stands there, transfixed, still just breathing and staring, slowly beginning to wonder at which point exactly that talk mama gave him last year, sex-ed class and every bit of better judgement have deserted him.
“A-Yao?” Sisi says. “Get me a tissue or something?”
“I am sorry,” he says, shaking his head, still baffled how his brain could just check out like that. He’s not an irresponsible person. A-Yao feels panicky. All those safer-sex poster campaigns up and down all those movie theater hallways, ultimately useless.
“Hello? Tissue?” Sisi takes his hand and kisses it, pets his hair. Runs her thumb gently over his brow to smooth out his tormented expression. “Oh no, no. Don’t worry, Yao-Yao.” She pulls him into a hug, which he should enjoy a little more now with his dick out of the way but he’s mad at himself.
He’s shocked at his own lack of self-control, his failure to maintain any presence of mind over a little taste, a little friction. Sisi shouldn’t have to be this nice about it, shouldn’t have to comfort him. The hug is soothing, though, and it does help A-Yao to settle his thoughts. Dumb as he may be, there is no point in making Sisi feel bad. She might have expected him to pull out. Even then, risky. Why didn’t she say anything? A-Yao isn’t going to ask her. It’s happened. He needs to calm down and think.
There’s no use crying over spilled milk, or spilled… that. He figures he could make it up to her at least. He could try, show some good will.
“Don’t you want to?” His words are muffled where his face is hidden in her hair, as he gestures at her pussy. Sisi pushes him away to look at him.
“Messy like that?” she asks. A-Yao shrugs. It’s his mess.
“If you want?” he says. Sisi rolls her eyes, smiling. A-Yao feels a little weird still standing there pants down, with his soft dick out. He sighs and pulls them up but doesn’t step away.
“Make up your mind before...” He pauses. “It gets crunchy.”
Sisi giggles, more bubbles in the mess. It’s hot, A-Yao realizes. Slowly enough so Sisi could stop him, he moves his hand towards that mess. Sisi doesn’t stop him, instead she props her feet up on the washing machine, giving him a full view and better access. His dick is already waking up again. He can only roll his eyes at that and swears to ignore it. He runs his knuckles gently over the inside of Sisi’s left thigh, where the skin is soft and sensitive. When he looks at her she’s biting her lip.
“What if someone comes in?” she says. Somehow that didn’t seem to bother her before.
“You’re leaving the country in two days, I have to keep living here, so my problem. Lie back.” A-Yao is determined to get her off. He’s not going to be that guy.
And anyway, as Sisi reclines, he cannot tear his eyes away now that he’s looked. He dips his index finger in the center very shallowly, very carefully. Sisi gasps. A-Yao takes a deep breath, trying to will away the throb in his dick. He figures he can start gently and she’ll let him know, where and when to be firmer, faster, where to linger and where to stay away. He’s not going to just poke his finger in because he once heard a girl on the bus complain about that on the phone.
Apart from that, he has no practical knowledge. It’s ironic how he can remember everything from sex-ed now and that includes being one hundred percent sure they didn’t teach how to finger someone. Just a bunch of useless Latin. He tuts. Sisi giggles, making bubbles. Fuck sex-ed.
A-Yao will have to imagine it’s his pussy to do this right. He’s read that essentially the parts are the same, just arranged differently. He can work with that and paying attention to Sisi’s reactions. A-Yao can wing it.
He runs his finger upwards, slowly. Sisi’s legs tremble. He moves his other hand on top, where her pubic hair - shaven some days ago, probably - feels prickly against his skin. A detail that absolutely eluded him before. He steadies her, tries to prevent her from rocking her hips too much as he repeats moving his finger up and down, dragging it through his own cum.
Down in his pants, A-Yao is fully hard again. He’s focused, though. Feeling his way upwards through the soft flesh. It’s darker towards the edges, pinker in the middle under the warm, white mess. His breath hitches when Sisi whines and her knees buckle a bit.
He’s found something, it feels like something, he stays there. He knows the name but is boycotting that biology book that deserted him earlier, so he isn’t going to even think it, let alone say it. It’s all just pussy for now and he’s going to figure it out on his own. Sisi seems impatient, though.
“Would you show me?” he asks, trying to sound interested, enthusiastic rather than clueless.
Sisi reaches down, pressing A-Yao’s hand that’s on top further up. A little tension is needed, A-Yao notes. Then she shows him. Up and down, just not all the way. Throw in a circular motion every now and then. It’s strangely hypnotic and watching Sisi touch herself, flushed all over, makes A-Yao’s dick bounce and beg for attention that it isn’t going to get right now. While Sisi keeps doing this, A-Yao puts his finger to the opening that somehow keeps releasing more of his cum whenever Sisi tenses up.
“Yes.” Sisi whines. “Yes!” She smiles at him, nods frantically. Her hair sticks to her neck, where it isn‘t tangled in her earrings.
A-Yao is holding her down firmly with his other hand on top of her mound, while he slides his finger inside. Slowly. His dick likes that. He takes a deep breath.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Palm up, Yao-Yao. Two fingers. Hook them.” Sisi says between breaths.
A-Yao does as he is told. Sisi yelps, Sisi wiggles. Oh. He does it again. And again. He varies the pressure, the speed, watches her closely. A-Yao feels impossibly focused, like he only has this one purpose and nothing else exists.
“Can you fuck me again?” Sisi gasps. Her pelvis is up in the air. A-Yao hesitates. He refrains from pushing her back down on the surface because she looks amazing like this. If she insists, he can definitely fuck her again. Hopefully better this time.
He shoves his shorts down with his clean hand and plunges forward, inside. Sisi puts her hand over her mouth.
A-Yao finds some semblance of a rhythm this time. Sisi feels hotter this time, or more likely A-Yao is simply more aware of what he is feeling this time. Sisi keeps touching herself. He’s holding on to her hips to keep her positioned just on the edge of the machine. He’s doing his best. It feels great. A-Yao can feel that he is smiling.
Sisi’s huffs and her little noises get louder and faster, so A-Yao goes a bit faster, too. It’s nice to have some control, he thinks. Nice to actually feel the increasing tightness, the heat, the easy slide rather than just being overwhelmed and exploding like a water balloon. This time, A-Yao can feel her clenches and wonders how deliberate they are.
And he can think. But before he can think too much, Sisi squeezes down on him hard with the sudden wave rolling through her body. That wave spills over and A-Yao is pulled along. He can hear her pants and bitten down squeal from far away and it makes him come again. And it’s good, really good. It lasts so long, like they‘re feeding off each other’s feedback where their bodies are connected, like they’re rolling a football back and forth between them.
He collapses onto her with a grunt. For a while all he hears is Sisi’s racing heartbeat. When it starts to slow down, along with his own, he thinks that at least now they’ve made it count. He reaches up and slides the neckline of her dress down. He forgot to look at her boobs. He kisses them. It must tickle because Sisi squirms and laughs fondly.
A-Yao gets Sisi a paper towel from over at the sink. As he collects his pants, his candy, his pencil and the deck of cards, A-Yao - nice as this was - swears not to be stupid again. He won’t be stupid with his other first time. They kiss a bit more, while cleaning up and getting their laundry done.
Later they walk through the rain that finally came down after pressing heavily on the city all day, to catch a bus to the station where the pharmacy is still open. A-Yao pays for plan b and sandwiches.
Two
“You need to fuck the teacher.” Xue Yang nudges A-Yao in the side.
They’re having lunch on one of the benches in the hallway looking out on the parking lot, where said teacher is just getting out of his vehicle.
“Why don’t you fuck him yourself?” A-Yao responds. Holding his book higher up so he cannot see Xue Yang’s annoying smirk.
“Who says I haven’t?” Xue Yang replies like that isn’t an obvious lie. “What are you studying for? What book is that?” He tries to snatch it from A-Yao.
“High school diploma.” A-Yao stuffs it into his backpack before Xue Yang can grab it.
“Why didn’t you say? I can get you one of those in a day. Two days.” Xue Yang is standing on the radiator. Why, nobody knows.
“I didn’t study my ass off for years, get straight As for years to buy a fake diploma off some weed dealer,” A-Yao hisses.
“You didn’t study your ass off, get straight As to drop out, you mean. Why’d you drop out, gege?” He jumps down and steals one of A-Yao’s grapes.
“Same reason I’m here. Dead mother, rent.” A-Yao watches Xue Yang making an appalled face as he spits out the grape. When he’s recovered, he says:
“More like credit card fraud. Which, valid. Nothing to be ashamed of.” He flicks the chewed up grape at the ceiling. It sticks. A-Yao rolls his eyes.
“Anyway, we need to get you laid.” Xue Yang is on the radiator again.
“Why?” A-Yao is getting tired of this conversation. They’ve been having it for a week, since Xue Yang coaxed A-Yao into admitting that he’d never had dick. He should never have told him that. Or never have told him that he even has interest in dick. He could have said he’s had sex and left it at that. Then again, A-Yao did sort of try that and Xue Yang wouldn’t leave him alone anyway. A-Yao suspects if he had insisted he’s had pussy and is straight as an arrow, Xue Yang would still try to talk him into trying dick. It’s something Xue Yang is very passionate about.
“If you fuck the teacher, or anyone - I am pretty desperate on your behalf at this point, you’re so damn tense - I’ll get my highschool diploma, too,” Xue Yang says.
A-Yao shoots him a sceptical glare.
“Alright, if you can live with being the one who put stones in my way towards a bright future… If I end up selling drugs or my organs, that’s on you.” Xue Yang shrugs.
“You already sell drugs,” A-Yao corrects him. “And you really shouldn’t, you know. Technically, this is probation.” Unlike Xue Yang, A-Yao has not yet committed to a life of crime, precarious housing and financial insecurity. A-Yao is determined to come out of this squeaky clean.
“I haven’t sold any drugs in over two weeks,” Xue Yang most certainly lies.
“Okay, but you tried to sell me forged documents about a minute ago.” A-Yao meets him halfway.
“Look, if no-one else is volunteering, I am even selflessly offering my own perky ass.” Xue Yang brings a flat hand down on his own butt as if to advertise the goods. The slap reverberates in the empty hallway.
There is absolutely no way A-Yao is going to take Xue Yang up on that offer. A-Yao has his pride and he doesn’t need pity ass.
“Although I admit that you do have a nice butt, Yang-Yang, you’re not my type.” A-Yao can give credit where credit is due. Doesn’t mean he’d tap that.
“What the fuck?” Xue Yang jumps down from the radiator once more. “What does that even mean? If anything I’m out of your league.” He flicks his ponytail.
“You’re too mouthy. All that backtalk? You’re a brat, Yang-Yang.” A-Yao would rather not argue the whole time while he is inside someone.
“I think for a dude who has never fucked another dude you’re awfully picky.”
“Yes, I am, that’s exactly why I haven’t done it.” Actually, it’s not really that simple. It is much rather a question of attracting the wrong type of men. A-Yao has googled an awful lot since his first first time and made the well informed decision that if anal is on the table, he’s not going to bottom for some rando. Unfortunately that’s what all the randos think he’s all about, just because he‘s small and pretty. “Anyway, I won’t let you pity-bottom for me,” he says.
“Alright, gege. I got it. Not your type. No need to rub it in.” Xue Yang stares out the window. Then he pokes A-Yao in the shoulder.
“What about him?” He points at the driving instructor who is standing outside, smoking by himself with an unhappy look on his face. “I bet he never talks back. Look at him. This guy won’t just bend over for you.” Xue Yang pushes A-Yao again. “This guy would kill and die for you if you so much as look at his dick.” He shakes his head, chuckling in earnest amusement.
“Su-laoshi?” A-Yao scrunches up his nose. “How old is he, you think?”
“Like twenty? Thirty-eight? Who cares?” Xue Yang waves at him through the glass with a smug grin. A-Yao has to kick him in the calf.
“I swear if you bone him, I‘ll get that highschool diploma. Not the fake one. If you do it in the funny car with the two steering wheels, thanks to you, when I grow up, I‘ll be a fucking doctor, gege.”
“What’s in it for me?” A-Yao says.
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m a talented, intelligent young man brimming with potential, who just lacks direction. Isn’t it rewarding enough to know you have inspired someone...” Xue Yang squats on the bench next to A-Yao. “I could solve your little rent problem, too. You know, once the program stops paying for that. Two months, is it, gege?”
“How are you going to do that? Who’re you gonna mug?” A-Yao eats a grape. They are, in fact, not very good.
“I’ll move in and we split. I’ll still be getting that sweet orphan cash for another two years.” Xue Yang wiggles his brows. “Roomie.”
“So you get a place that isn’t a shitty dorm and I get an unhinged, messy roommate?” A-Yao still cannot really see the appeal of any of this.
Fucking a man he isn’t particularly interested in fucking, so Xue Yang has a very dumb reason to finish school and then he has to live with that amphetamine-slinging embodiment of chaos like that’s such a treat? The rent is an important point, he concedes.
Then, speaking of mugging people, something else springs to mind.
“Xue Yang, tell me. Have you ever mugged anyone?”
“Not really in the traditional sense, but I have been in knife fights. Why?” Xue Yang’s eyes sparkle. He’s spirited, A-Yao will say that much for him.
“There’s this guy who picked on me when I was a kid and…” he starts to explain.
“Oh my fucking god! You want me to beat up your childhood bully?” Xue Yang jumps off the bench, onto the radiator.
“Mug him. Make him feel like he has become the chance victim of random violence. He should feel like somebody looked at him and thought easy prey. It shouldn’t feel personal, he should be scared of everyone.”
“Wow. I’m impressed. The cold-hearted pettiness!” Xue Yang jumps back down, puts both hands on A-Yao’s shoulders. “You fuck the driving instructor. I move into your place. We both get our diplomas. I’ll scare the living shit out of that bitch round your block.”
All A-Yao had to do was light Su She’s cigarette. Just reach out and flick the lighter, flash a grin. Xue Yang had been watching from the window of the first floor bathroom. Now A-Yao is in the funny car with the two sets of pedals and two steering wheels, making out on the all the way reclined passenger seat, that isn’t really a passenger seat in this case. Xue Yang might still be watching. Good.
A-Yao has already unbuckled Su She’s belt.
Xue Yang had got him hyped up. “Just give him the dicking of his damn life. I know you have it in you.” He’d handed him two sachets of lube, two condoms and his lighter, which A-Yao is under strict instruction not to lose.
On his way across the gravel path to where Su She was smoking, A-Yao did his best to get into the headspace of a person who always carries that stuff around, who does this all the time, a seasoned parking lot fucker. Miraculously it worked.
He’s grinding down on Su She, who is whimpering weakly into A-Yao’s fierce kisses. A-Yao likes the cigarette taste on his tongue, just because it’s novel. He has never manhandled anybody like that before. A-Yao isn’t gentle, he grabs and squeezes Su She’s neck, his shoulders, his pecs. He’s demanding and impatient when he undoes Su She’s fly and pulls his jeans down along with his boxers.
The confidence, A-Yao is absolutely faking it. He cannot believe how easy that is when it plays exactly into somebody’s expectations, when it fits their needs.
“Hold out your hand,” he says, ripping the sachet of lube open with his teeth. Su She, pupils blown, obeys.
“Finger yourself, so I can fuck you.” A-Yao hears himself say. Somewhere deep inside he is laughing hysterically. He’s telling Su She to do it because he wouldn’t know how to go about it himself, despite all the porn he’s watched, all the listicles he’s read. What an act. A-Yao sounds all bossy, so Su She, trustingly, starts opening himself up on that horrible velvet-ish car seat.
A-Yao kisses him through it, mostly so his face won’t give him away.
The whole set-up is more than awkward. The car is stuffy from the noon sun with the windows up. There’s no room. They’re in each other’s way. A-Yao gets his dick out, rolls the condom over it. That he has practised and perfected since his other first time. It’s been not even two years and he feels like a whole different person now. But then it’s a whole different situation and he is essentially pretending to be someone he is not. He adds more lube. One of his hands is on Su She’s dick, the other one on his own. A-Yao’s dick is bigger but Su She’s is nice, responsive. It’s very centered, whereas A-Yao’s always flops to the left a little bit. Straight, where A-Yao’s has the slightest upward bend at the head. A-Yao rubs their dicks together so they make a wet, slippery sound. Su She reacts with a drawn out moan.
“I think…” He swallows. “I’m ready.” Su She’s voice is needy.
A-Yao tries to position himself in a comfortable, effective way but they’re in a car with two fucking steering wheels and there’s no space. For once, A-Yao being short comes in handy. He manages to line himself up, half kneeling, half squatting. He pushes in, holds on to the condom at the base. A-Yao is in awe of himself. How he’s just doing this because he set out to do it.
And then he realizes, apart from the rush of power, down in his dick, he isn’t feeling much. It’s tight, yes, very tight in fact. Hot, slick, yes. It should feel like something. Is it really the condom that ruins it? He tries kissing Su She to draw noises out of him that will cheer him on. Su She’s eyes are closed, his breath is ragged. He has a nice face with a nice sheen of sweat covering it and his neck looks nicely flushed.
Still, something feels off. A-Yao pumps harder, deeper, then suddenly it hits him. He feels sorry for the guy and it’s the biggest turn-off. He goes even faster but it’s pathetic and he realizes that he’s about to lose his erection.
And then in a feat of panicked logic A-Yao fakes his orgasm. Moves his hips erratically, groaning and rolling his eyes, laying on the drama and then some. He jerks Su She off simultaneously, as best he can.
A-Yao sinks to his knees, letting his dick slip out of Su She unceremoniously. He has to blow him really well at least, since A-Yao is already down there and A-Yao cannot, absolutely cannot be a bad lay. He gets to work, takes Su She’s cock into his mouth as far as he can, imagines that he’s done this before, or has had it done to himself. Imagines what he’d like and sucks it just like that.
Su She seems really into it, thank fuck, and it doesn’t take long. A-Yao, riddled with guilt, just trying to be nice, swallows politely and overpraises the taste.
Before Su She can sit up and look, A-Yao has pulled off and tied a knot in the empty condom like you would if you had actually come in it, has stuffed it back into its wrapper and into his back pocket.
Xue Yang isn‘t going to stop laughing anytime soon. He‘s having the time of his life with A-Yao‘s report on project Su-laoshi.
“Well, I am glad you‘re chipper.” A-Yao sighs.
“Oh, gege! You have no idea!” Xue Yang leans against the snack machine. “I‘ve pranked your ass.”
“What do you mean?” A-Yao, at this point, has put up with the fact that Xue Yang‘s sense of humor is very practical and very much on the expense of others.
In a way, A-Yao always lowkey expects a tripwire, with anyone really. With Xue Yang, especially. For some reason, he doesn’t really resent Xue Yang for it, not as much as he does others.
“I am totally a virgin, Yao-ge,” he cackles.
It‘s less of a surprise to A-Yao than Xue Yang probably thinks. Maybe fifty percent. But when all people give you is bullshit, that’s all you can work with. And if only the Xue Yangs of the world will hang out with you, you’ll play their games. If A-Yao is fifty percent furious with Xue Yang, he’s not going to show it because that’s what a loser would do.
“Yet you have successfully peer-pressured me into making a miserable dude more miserable with my sub-par sex skills. Congrats.” A-Yao takes a sip of orange soda.
He bows a little polite bow for Jiang Yanli, who passes them on her way along the corridor, mouthing a sweet hello at both of them. A-Yao smiles, while thinking about strangling Xue Yang, as he sometimes does, as no doubt, anyone who has spent time with Xue Yang will have thought about. A-Yao would use one of those cake cutting wires from Jiang-laoshi’s cooking class.
“Offer still stands, gege. My ass…” Xue Xang ruffles A-Yao‘s hair. A-Yao slaps his hand away. “Practice makes perfect,” Xue Yang teases.
“Stop talking.” A-Yao sighs. “Go down to the office and get them to print your night school application forms. I fucked a man very badly, now keep up your end of the deal and become a doctor.”