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"Feels weird being home without her," Liu Qingge says, settling back onto the couch and handing Jiang Cheng one of the two beers in his hands. "On a school night, no less."
"Feels weird that we weren't the ones who got suckered into chaperoning the trip, this time, more like," Jiang Cheng says with a snort, clinking their bottles together and sending a little bit of foam rocketing up the neck of Liu Qingge's. Liu Qingge hastily licks the side of it to keep it off his couch, shooting a short glare at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng's lips curl slightly in a little smirk above where his snakebite piercings catch the light of the show that they've been ignoring, the volume low enough that they can't make out what's happening.
"Who'd you have to sweet talk to get approved to chaperone last time, anyway, with those neck tattoos?" Liu Qingge snorts. "Everyone's been giving you shit ever since the first parent-teacher meeting."
"Guess that's why we only chaperoned once," Jiang Cheng agrees, taking a long sip from his beer. His lotus tattoo works as his throat bobs.
"We?" Liu Qingge says dryly, quirking an eyebrow.
"What," Jiang Cheng says, "do you not constantly get updates on Jin Ling like I do on Liu Mingyan? You know they can't tell us apart."
Liu Qingge's mouth twists in a frown, though he doesn't argue. "Our hair is similar," he says in begrudging agreement.
"And the piercings," Jiang Cheng says, reaching over to briefly tweak the hoop on Liu Qingge's ear. Liu Qingge startles slightly and shoots him a lukewarm glare, ear tingling as Jiang Cheng's fingers fall from it. "And the height."
"Can't help that," Liu Qingge snorts. "So what, you think they don't trust us to raise them?"
"More like they don't want us meeting their donors on these trips," Jiang Cheng says with a shrug. "Whatever. If the kids ever want us to go, we'll go."
"Hmph," Liu Qingge says through his nose. He doesn't disagree. A relaxed silence descends, the muted sound of the television filling Liu Qingge's living room. The warm buzz of alcohol relaxes Liu Qingge; slowly takes away the creeping anxiety of Liu Mingyan not being in her home. After a moment, Jiang Cheng laughs harshly.
"Can't stop thinking about him," he admits.
"He's younger than Mingyan," Liu Qingge agrees. "First time away from home?"
"Hardly," Jiang Cheng says, sliding deeper in the couch with a sigh. "He stays with his other uncle all the time. He's fine. It's fine."
"Not Mingyan," Liu Qingge says, swirling his beer absently in the bottle. "Her... he just comes here."
"Harder adjustment, then," Jiang Cheng says, legs spreading until they bump Liu Qingge's. "For you."
"I guess," Liu Qingge mutters. Jiang Cheng's leg is warm against his. He looks over and sees Jiang Cheng's eyes, trailing up his chest, half-lidded. This is the first time they've spent together without the kids around; a chance to finally have a conversation between adults in similar circumstances. It feels different. Charged. Liu Qingge lets his eyes fall to Jiang Cheng's body in return, lingering on where his metal chain necklace dips against the planes of his strong chest. When he glances back up at Jiang Cheng the other man is meeting his gaze, empty beer bottle tipping from his fingers to rest upright on the floor. His leg presses a little more firmly against Liu Qingge's; after a moment, his hand comes to rest, hot and electric, on Liu Qingge's leg right above the knee. Liu Qingge licks the beer off the lip of his bottle- slowly- then puts it down on the table, moving to straddle Jiang Cheng's lap.
"Yeah?" Jiang Cheng says, eyes skimming up and down Liu Qingge's body like he's desperate to take it in. His hot hands come to rest on Liu Qingge's thighs; travel up to his sides, provoking a slow slide of warmth in Liu Qingge's gut. He sits up straighter at Liu Qingge's jerk of chin, bringing their faces closer together.
"Yeah," Liu Qingge says easily, crossing his arms to strip his shirt off over his head. He twists his head to free his ponytail from it, settling back onto Jiang Cheng's lap and bringing both hands to his neck, fingers brushing under his jaw. "You kiss?"
"Yes," Jiang Cheng says, long lashes dipping down as Liu Qingge leans in. Their mouths meet; once, twice. His kiss is indescribably soft, the heat of his neck electric against Liu Qingge's palms. Jiang Cheng's hands run slowly up Liu Qingge's back, savoring the dips of muscle; palm his shoulder blades, his sides. Heat pools in Liu Qingge's gut, making his breath catch at the brush of Jiang Cheng's thumb pads over his nipples.
"Wanna jerk you off," Jiang Cheng breathes against his mouth, squeezing Liu Qingge's pecs to press them together. Liu Qingge leans back, reaching down to undo Jiang Cheng's pants and pulling his tight black shirt up to expose his abdomen. Jiang Cheng's muscles flex and jump with the touch, shifting into definition; he hitches his hips up to help.
"At the same time," Liu Qingge says, grabbing one of Jiang Cheng’s hands and putting it on his own belt. Jiang Cheng jerks hastily at the clasp, the first time Liu Qingge has seen him fumble. He’s usually composed- standoffish and cool to everyone except his nephew. Liu Qingge chuckles into the kiss, smile pulling at his lips. “Eager?” he teases, leaning back.
“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng snaps, an attractive flush already on his cheeks. Liu Qingge’s belt finally comes undone; Jiang Cheng’s hand slips into his pants at the same moment that he slides his down Jiang Cheng’s. Liu Qingge’s hips arch, his breath catching, as he watches Jiang Cheng’s long eyelashes flutter. He rolls his hips slowly forward into the press of Jiang Cheng’s hand, savoring the feeling- then withdraws his grip. He spits in his palm and jerks Jiang Cheng’s pants open wider, taking his cock firmly.
“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng murmurs, glancing up at Liu Qingge from beneath his eyelashes. “How are you going to have a face like that, a body like this, and that technique with your hands?”
“All that practice with the bass,” Liu Qingge says with a straight face, jerking his chin at the instrument in the corner of the room. His body warms to the praise, though; he arches his back a little more, thrusting into Jiang Cheng’s grip with a slow rhythm. Jiang Cheng’s eyes glide across his bare chest, the lines of his throat; his tongue peeks out to wet his lips. His chest is still covered. “Take your shirt off,” Liu Qingge demands.
“Bossy,” Jiang Cheng huffs, though he couldn’t sound less put out about it. He lets go of Liu Qingge’s cock and strips his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto Liu Qingge’s floor. The long, twisting snake tattoo on his neck proceeds down over his chest, twining around his rib cage and stomach; Liu Qingge traces it appreciatively, rearranging his thighs until his cock presses right against Jiang Cheng’s, the heat radiating off his skin warming Liu Qingge’s chest. When he takes both of them in hand, twin sighs escape their lips.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Jiang Cheng hisses, hips rolling up to meet Liu Qingge’s. “Mmn- a little harder- yeah, like that.”
The grind of Liu Qingge’s waist hitches; he presses closer yet, angling his head to press his lips against Jiang Cheng’s and lick into his mouth. Jiang Cheng moans quietly into the kiss, sucking on Liu Qingge’s tongue like he’s imagining sucking his cock. The motion of Liu Qingge’s hips speeds, the heat all across his body rising. Is it the alcohol? Is it the warm scent of Jiang Cheng’s bare body, sweat and some unidentifiable fragrance and precome all mixing together to fuck with him? He never gets there this fast, he can’t believe he’s already panting into Jiang Cheng’s kiss. Jiang Cheng’s strong hands squeeze the sensitive muscle of his sides right above the hip bones, making his back arch and his thighs tremble. The slide of his wet cock against Liu Qingge’s is so hot and tight; the minutes dissolve into each other, leaving only slow liquid pleasure.
“Mmh,” Liu Qingge groans at the nip of Jiang Cheng’s teeth, barely able to muffle it into Jiang Cheng’s mouth. Jiang Cheng slides one hand up to the shaved hair at the back of Liu Qingge’s head, then to the long hair on top, holding him firmly in place as he licks his way deeper. His hand grips Liu Qingge’s thick thigh firmly, squeezing. “Mn- ah-”
“Come, come,” Jiang Cheng murmurs into the kiss, and Liu Qingge, unable to muffle his groan of surprise, does, much too fast and much too intense, twitching and trembling in his own grip. Jiang Cheng’s hand takes over, jerking them both firmly with Liu Qingge’s come to ease the way. It’s right on the edge of painful, it’s so overstimulating, even with all the slick between them- but Liu Qingge can’t help the way his hips fuck forward into it, chasing the pain. He’s still hovering at the peak, the intensity not subsiding, Jiang Cheng’s warm body against him and that scent filling his nose. Time liquifies into minutes of slow, intense pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jiang Cheng moans, making Liu Qingge’s fingers tighten in his hair. After only a few more deliciously tight strokes of his hand, even more slickness floods between them, leaving Jiang Cheng panting, arm tight around Liu Qingge’s waist. They stay where they are for a few long moments, just breathing- sharing air back and forth between their parted mouths. When Liu Qingge’s eyes finally open, he sees Jiang Cheng’s head tilted back, throat shining with sweat, a single bead of it about to drip down. Absently, he leans forward and kisses it away.
“We,” Jiang Cheng says, chest still rising and falling in slow heaving waves, “should do that again.”