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The camera shutter snaps as Dan Feng takes a picture of Yingxing and the medal he’s holding. It’s the last robotics competition of the school year, and Yingxing’s team has just won first place. He’s especially proud of himself since he was made the captain at the last minute when their original leader was unable to come due to illness.
“Okay, now bite the medal,” Dan Feng instructs him to do.
Yingxing rolls his eyes, “Uncle Feng, this isn’t the Olympics. I’m not doing that!”
“You’re no fun, Yingxing,” Dan Feng says, putting his camera down. “Okay, I’ll upload these pictures to my computer and then send them to you later. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me just say goodbye to my teammates first,” Yingxing says, bounding back off to a group of other middle schoolers.
Once Yingxing says farewell to his fellow team members, Dan Feng beckons him to get into the car.
“So, for dinner,” Dan Feng starts, “It’s not going to be just the two of us.”
Yingxing blinks, “Oh. Who else is going to be there?”
“My friend is in town for a few days, and tonight is his last day before he leaves tomorrow morning. I haven’t seen him for a few months. His name is Jing Yuan. We’re going to go pick him up at his hotel,” Dan Feng says.
“Alright…” Yingxing says. He slumps back in the passenger seat a little bit. He’s disappointed. He’s been looking forward to spending time alone with Dan Feng, but if it’s just for dinner, then meeting this friend hopefully won’t be so bad.
The hotel they pull into is one of those nicer, fancier ones. It probably has five-star reviews.
“Yingxing, do you mind moving to the backseat?” Dan Feng asks. “Jing Yuan is a bit tall, so it’s better if he has leg room at the front.”
Yingxing frowns. So he’s getting banished to the backseat. Great. “How tall is he?” he ends up asking.
“He’s even taller than me. He’s about 6-foot-5,” Dan Feng says.
Alright. Okay. That is, in fact, very tall, so Yingxing feels a little better about getting moved to the backseat. Still, he sighs as he unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to sit behind Dan Feng.
Meanwhile Dan Feng has called his friend to tell him that they’re waiting for him to come down.
“We’re just outside the entrance,” Dan Feng says. “Yeah, my nephew is here too. He just finished up with his robotics competition.”
It’s not long until Dan Feng’s friend comes out of the hotel doors, heading towards the car. This Jing Yuan person is… massive. He’s tall and muscular, and his white hair is voluminous like a lion’s mane.
When he opens the car door, despite his intimidating physical appearance, Jing Yuan greets Dan Feng with a relaxed smile, “Long time no see, old friend. And you must be the little nephew, Yingxing. Dan Feng mentions you a lot.”
“I’m already fourteen. I’m not that little…” Yingxing mumbles. He’s not sure whether he likes the fact that Dan Feng talks about him to his friend. On one hand, he feels flattered that he’s important enough to Dan Feng that he’ll talk about him with other people. On the other hand, he’s not quite comfortable with the idea of a stranger knowing lots of things about him.
Jing Yuan nods, “Of course. Fourteen is a great step forward towards adulthood.”
“You two can keep chit chatting, but buckle up Jing Yuan so we can go already,” Dan Feng says.
Jing Yuan obliges, but he and Yingxing do not end up continuing to converse. Instead, that goes to Dan Feng and Jing Yuan. They’re busy catching up on life, so Yingxing listens in. From what he can tell, Jing Yuan lives several cities away and is a school teacher for sixth graders. He has a cat named Mimi that he let his neighbor’s teenage kid look after for the weekend while he’s gone. Overall, he seems like a pleasant and relaxed man despite the slightly stressful life of dealing with middle schoolers.
The restaurant for tonight is a Chinese restaurant. It’s not authentic at all, but sometimes “General Tso’s” chicken is exactly what one craves.
The three of them are hustled into a small wooden booth. Jing Yuan gets one side while Dan Feng and Yingxing sit together on the other side. It’s a seating arrangement that makes sense. Jing Yuan’s size makes it impractical for him and Dan Feng to sit next to each other, plus sitting across from each other would allow for a better flow of conversation. And it would be strange for Jing Yuan and Yingxing to sit together since they’ve only just met.
After a mundane chat about what they plan to order, Yingxing fully expects to be ignored like how he was in the car, or like how he often is with his parents. Unexpectedly, Jing Yuan steers the conversation towards Yingxing.
“So Yingxing, you’re going into high school next year? Anything you’re excited or nervous about?” Jing Yuan asks.
“Um… I guess I’m excited about joining the robotics team. The classes will be harder, but I’m pretty smart, so I think I can handle them probably,” Yingxing says.
“Confidence is always good,” Jing Yuan nods. “Are your friends going to the same high school?”
Of course, Yingxing doesn’t have any proper friends, but as awkward as he may be, he knows saying this would not be appropriate and just dampen the mood. For the sake of the conversation, he figures Bronie counts enough as a friend.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if we’ll have the same classes,” Yingxing says.
“Even if you don’t, it’s not the end of the world. You know, that’s actually your uncle and I became friends in high school. He was a bit of a gloomy loner his freshman year, but we were in the same biology class second semester and became lab partners. But I broke down those cold walls eventually.”
Yingxing looked at his uncle, slightly surprised. Dan Feng was so elegant, confident, and friendly that he could never imagine him having been a “gloomy loner.” Dan Feng could never be someone like… Yingxing, yet according to Jing Yuan, he had been at one point.
Had he just been naturally like that or had something happened to Dan Feng that caused such a personality?
“You didn’t break down any walls. You just annoyed me enough that I decided it was better to get along with you,” Dan Feng says. “And I only ‘warmed up’ to you because good things were happening to me anyway, so I was happy enough to deem you worthy as a friend.”
“Ah, right,” Jing Yuan says. His gaze darts to Yingxing.
“W-what?” Yingxing squeaks out.
“You were born, baby,” Dan Feng says. He teasingly flicks Yingxing on the shoulder.
Oh. Now that Yingxing does the math in his head, he realizes it’s true. They’re only fifteen years apart, and Dan Feng’s late autumn birthday would make him fifteen during the ninth grade. Having an April birthday, Yingxing would have been born in the middle of Dan Feng’s second semester of high school.
“I made you stop being gloomy?” Yingxing asks. He’s trying not to blush, but the idea that he had changed Dan Feng’s life simply by being born makes him feel important in a way that he never has. He thinks about how a lot of his baby photos and videos were taken by Dan Feng. He must have really loved Yingxing even back then.
“Of course,” Dan Feng says. “You’re my dear older brother’s precious son after all. And you were quite cute as a baby too. You got dropped off at our parents whenever your mom and dad wanted to have a date night. I loved it. You were an adorable little potato who slept, and ate, and smiled.”
“Well, I do a lot more than that now!” Yingxing says.
“And I’m so glad to see how you’ve grown and gotten interested in more things,” Dan Feng grins.
Jing Yuan clears his throat, “My point is that you may find yourself new friends this upcoming year, and you should welcome it. High school is a great place to experience new things, make friends, and perhaps find someone who is more than a friend.”
Yingxing almost laughs. Little does Jing Yuan know that he’s already found that special someone, and he’s sitting at the table with them.
“Jing Yuan, you sound like a high schooler yourself, giggling over dates and crushes,” Dan Feng scoffs, but there’s no real malice to his voice. It’s just banter.
Jing Yuan chuckles, “I’m not lying though. This is the age where young kids start to develop such feelings for the first time. I had my first kiss in high school after all, didn’t you?”
To this, Dan Feng falters, and his playful expression drops. He looks confused even, and Yingxing has no idea why such a question would make Dan Feng confused. Another beat passes before Dan Feng eventually and quietly answers, “I… don’t know. I don’t remember…”
“How do you not…? Nevermind. It was a dumb and silly question. We can talk about something else,” Jing Yuan says.
He sounds confused as well, and Yingxing can also count himself in that confusion. It seems impossible that anybody would ever forget their first kiss. Yingxing knows that would never forget the night he first kissed a sleeping Dan Feng. The way his nerves had skyrocketed and how his heart had been pounding through his chest. And it had all ended in an overwhelming stir of joy inside him. How could anyone forget such feelings?
But more important than his own confusion, Yingxing can tell that Dan Feng, for whatever reason, has tensed up beside him. Hesitantly, he reaches out to hold Dan Feng’s hand, which is resting on the plush fake leather of the booth seat’s cushion. Immediately, Dan Feng latches onto his touch, squeezing his hand tightly.
Dan Feng inhales and exhales one deep breath before he finally regains his composure, “Sorry about that. I’m not sure what came over me…”
He lets go of Yingxing’s hand and puts on a smile, “Anyway, how is your garden going, Jing Yuan. Aren’t you growing cabbages and radishes?”
Jing Yuan is content to change the subject, replying, “There’s actually a good harvest. I’ve been making coleslaw a lot. I also add carrots from the store. I hate plucking weeds though.”
“It’s good to be outside though. I wonder if I should start taking care of some plants on my balcony,” Dan Feng muses.
“I have a jade plant that I could give you a cutting of,” Jing Yuan offers.
“I’ll think about it. Maybe the next time you visit you can give it to me,” Dan Feng says.
“They’re very easy to take care of. Only a little bit of effort. Just put them in a spot with moderate light and water it to keep it moist. I usually only water them every few weeks or so,” Jing Yuan advises.
“What are some other plants you recommend?” Dan Feng asks.
Jing Yuan starts to ramble about the different types of plants beginners should start with. It’s simple enough for Yingxing to follow until Jing Yuan starts talking about soil pH, and humidity, and why certain plants need certain pots.
But Dan Feng nods along and makes his own comments. He’s always so good at making small talk in a way that Yingxing isn’t.
The arrival of their food means the topic can shift to something everyone can comment on. Yingxing had ordered shrimp fried rice, Dan Feng had gotten orange chicken and rice, and Jing Yuan had received a plate of egg foo young. But this shift lasts only for a moment before Jing Yuan and Dan Feng are back in their own world again.
When his parents ignore him, Yingxing doesn’t usually get upset. He’s accepted that he’s not a high priority to them. But with Dan Feng, it’s different. He always gives Yingxing proper attention and makes him feel seen. Well he doesn’t feel very seen right now.
This was supposed to be Yingxing’s day with him until Jing Yuan had to go and come into town. Jing Yuan may be a nice man, but Yingxing can’t help the jealousy worming its way into his heart.
Dan Feng is his, and Jing Yuan is intruding on that.
Going against all rationality, Yingxing carefully places his hand on Dan Feng’s thigh and lightly squeezes it.
Dan Feng’s eyes widen, but the change in his expression is so subtle that Jing Yuan doesn’t seem to see it. He and Dan Feng continue to talk as if nothing is going on.
That’s no good. He wants Dan Feng to notice him, even just a little bit. Even if Yingxing gets in trouble with him later, he just needs an acknowledgment now .
His hand dips further into the inside of Dan Feng’s thigh, and he slides his hand up farther up his leg. Dan Feng finally puts a stop to this when he harshly grabs Yingxing’s hand and shoves it off of his body. To further punish his nephew, Dan Feng also tightly pinches the skin on Yingxing’s hand.
“Ow-” Yingxing winces.
Jing Yuan glances over at the boy, “Is everything alright over there?”
“Y-yeah… I just bit my tongue as I was eating,” Yingxing lies.
Dan Feng makes no comment.
Yingxing keeps his hands to himself for the rest of dinner, but a part of him is masochistically excited about what Dan Feng will say to him later once they’re alone. Will he actually be angry and yell at him, or will he coldly reprimand him? Not that Yingxing is much of a troublemaker, but his mother and father are so indifferent that he can’t remember the last time they punished him for anything.
Even if it would be distressing at the time, Yingxing welcomes anything other than plain indifference.
Soon, the dishes on the table have been absolutely cleaned of the food that had been on them, a delicious and satisfying meal. There would be no need for takeout boxes to bring home.
Jing Yuan and Dan Feng squabble over who pays the bill, but eventually Dan Feng wins the argument, using the logic that it would be selfish to have Jing Yuan pay when he earns more than Jing Yuan’s abysmal middle school teacher salary.
They reach the hotel, and Jing Yuan glances at Yingxing in the backseat. He smiles, “Hey, it was nice meeting you, Yingxing. Good luck in high school. I’ll see you next time.”
“Bye,” Yingxing says, trying not to sound too curt. It’s not really Jing Yuan’s fault that Yingxing had gotten jealous. Or at least, he hadn’t intentionally done anything.
“Have a safe drive back when you leave tomorrow,” Dan Feng says before Jing Yuan finally leaves and goes back inside the hotel.
The car is quiet as Dan Feng takes the route to his condo. Yingxing becomes highly aware of the other sounds around him: the rush of cars passing by, Dan Feng’s finger tapping on the wheel, his own breathing.
Is Dan Feng not mad at him? He has every right to be. Did he just not care…?
Yingxing would really prefer Dan Feng yelling at him or at least lecturing him rather than this tense silence. But at the same time, he feels too nervous to bring up the subject.
If Dan Feng would just say something…
But Yingxing’s desperation is soon answered when Dan Feng sternly starts, “Yingxing. You know I told you to be careful.”
Yingxing sputters out, “I’m sorry, A-Feng, I really am-”
“I don’t want to hear about how sorry you are,” Dan Feng says. “I told you to be careful, but you ignored that. I want to know why you touched me in the restaurant.”
“This might sound stupid, but it’s because I was jealous…” Yingxing admits.
“Jealous? Jing Yuan is just a friend you know,” Dan Feng says.
“I know that. I wasn’t jealous because of that. I just wanted your attention again. It was supposed to be our night, but then you invited Jing Yuan and stopped paying attention to me. Even if it was negative, I wanted you to notice me, okay?” Yingxing explains. “I know it was dumb and risky, and I’m sorry about that…”
Dan Feng sighs, “I suppose I am a bit at fault for that. It was rude of me to suddenly invite Jing Yuan to what was supposed to be dinner between just the two of us. And I shouldn’t have just ignored you. But that doesn’t mean you should have touched me in the restaurant. That was really risky, and it puts both you and me in a dangerous position.”
Even though Dan Feng can’t see him in the backseat, Yingxing nods, “Alright… I understand. Are you… are you mad at me?”
“Yes. I am mad at you,” Dan Feng says.
Yingxing had expected that at the very least. Still, he asks, “Are you going to punish me for this?”
“I’m still thinking about what to do,” Dan Feng says.
Yingxing slumps back in his seat. The excitement he had before is gone. Dan Feng’s cryptic answers just make him feel like he really is in trouble. He supposes that he is, which makes him regret what he did.
He’s such a stupid and impulsive kid who can’t even listen to one rule that Dan Feng had set. It makes him wonder why Dan Feng is even with him. Maybe they’ll break up as punishment. The thought makes Yingxing’s heart sink, but he tries to shove that idea away. He’s just being insecure.
The walk and elevator ride up to Dan Feng’s condo is uncomfortably quiet, and Yingxing can’t help but fidget with his hands before they are finally alone in his uncle’s unit.
“Yingxing,” Dan Feng says.
This is it. Yingxing braces himself for whatever Dan Feng is about to do. But instead he does the last thing that Yingxing expects.
Dan Feng grabs Yingxing’s face and leans down, kissing him. Yingxing’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t fight this. How is this a punishment? It can’t be. But he wouldn’t ever say no to this.
He holds onto Dan Feng’s shoulders to steady himself as the man’s hands snake down, sliding under Yingxing’s shirt to hold onto the boy’s bare back. Dan Feng’s hands and mouth are so warm and soft; he can hardly focus on anything that he barely realizes that Dan Feng has dragged him over to the couch.
Yingxing is in his lap, desperately grinding against him. He throws his head back, moaning as Dan Feng starts to suck at the base of his neck.
“A-Feng…” Yingxing whimpers. He reaches down to grasp at the growing tent in Dan Feng’s pants. His mere touch causes Dan Feng to groan and thrust himself forward into Yingxing’s palm.
“Yingxing,” Dan Feng says, panting. “Do you mind using your mouth?”
“I don’t mind,” Yingxing says. “We can do that.”
Yingxing isn’t the best at oral. He feels like he can’t always open his mouth wide enough or take all of Dan Feng’s dick. But he doesn’t mind it. At least he doesn’t feel sore afterwards, and Dan Feng always gives him something to soothe his throat. Though, he does love when Dan Feng goes down on him.
Dan Feng reclines on the couch cushions, and Yingxing goes to the other end of the couch. He lays himself over Dan Feng’s legs so he can get his face close to Dan Feng’s erection. He’s sucked Dan Feng’s cock on his knees before, but it was honestly just such an uncomfortable position. And it would be especially uncomfortable now since he’s wearing shorts.
Yingxing pulls down the zipper of Dan Feng’s pants at a teasingly slow rate. When he pulls down Dan Feng’s boxers, his uncle’s erection practically springs up at him.
After giving Dan Feng’s cock a few modest strokes, Yingxing leans down to give prudish kisses to it. He first starts with the tip before peppering them down to the base of Dan Feng’s cock.
He starts to mouth at the length before him, taking in the glorious taste and scent of Dan Feng’s musk. Before getting together with Dan Feng, he’d never thought that he’d like the smell of someone’s dick so much. But there’s something about Dan Feng’s that makes him feel addicted to it, like he could get drunk off of the scent.
Not that he knows what it’s like to get drunk though.
Yingxing slobbers his way back to the top. He looks up through his lashes to see how Dan Feng is doing. He can see that his uncle is slowly starting to become undone by him. Dan Feng is biting his lip, and his chest is heaving.
Satisfied with the response so far, Yingxing slowly starts to take Dan Feng’s length into his mouth. Dan Feng’s cock is plenty slick already with all the saliva that Yingxing has drooled over it, making it easier for Yingxing to take more in. He paces himself well so he doesn’t choke on Dan Feng’s dick, but not so slow that his uncle would find it teasing.
He moans as he fits the last inch into his mouth. A bit of it is even poking at his throat. This is when he’d expect Dan Feng to praise him, to tell him how he’s doing such a good job… yet he doesn’t.
It feels a little bit discouraging, but maybe once Yingxing makes him cum, Dan Feng will give him the praise he desires.
With one goal in mind, to make Dan Feng cum, Yingxing sets to work. He starts to bob his head up and down, pressing the flat of his tongue against the underside of Dan Feng’s cock. This coaxes pleasured moans from Dan Feng.
It doesn’t take long for his uncle to lose more of his composure. He lightly thrusts his hips upwards into Yingxing’s mouth, and he entangles his fingers into his nephew’s hair, guiding the boy up and down his cock.
If that’s what he wants, then Yingxing is content with letting his uncle take control. Shamelessly, he moans around Dan Feng’s cock as the older man fucks into his mouth.
He can feel himself getting turned on too. Desperate for any sort of fiction, he starts to grind against Dan Feng’s leg.
Yingxing can barely let out a whine as Dan Feng quickens his pace, clearly close to finishing.
Dan Feng shoves Yingxing down to the very base of his cock, and the boy can’t help but gag as Dan Feng releases his seed down his throat. Yingxing’s eyes roll back. But he takes it, and he takes it well. He relishes in swallowing it all.
For just another moment, Dan Feng keeps Yingxing in place there. It makes Yingxing gag again, so he tries to push himself up so that Dan Feng will let him go. Dan Feng lets him go, and Yingxing pulls himself off and sits back up on his knees, coughing from the abuse his throat had just gone through.
“Did I… Did I do good?” Yingxing hoarsely asks.
Dan Feng is out of breath too, but he tucks himself back in and says, “Of course you did.”
Yingxing attempts to not frown and make his displeasure apparent. It’s such a lukewarm compliment. Is Dan Feng being cold with him? Why can’t Dan Feng be straight with him? Why is he toying with Yingxing like this?
Trying to hide his quivering lip, Yingxing starts to pull up his shirt.
But Dan Feng shakes his head, grabbing at his nephew’s wrist, “Yingxing, no. You don’t need to do that.”
“Wh-what? But don’t you want to touch me too…? A-Feng?” Yingxing meekly asks.
Dan Feng has a look of confliction on his face, but he sighs and looks Yingxing in the eyes. “Yingxing, we should stop this. I shouldn’t have crossed the boundaries between us,” Dan Feng starts. “I have to be responsible. This is wrong. I can’t keep doing this with you.”
Yingxing is at a loss for words. He feels his mouth become dry. This is all so sudden. He can still taste Dan Feng’s cum.
No. No. This is supposed to be a scenario only his paranoid mind could come up with. It’s not supposed to be real.
“Are you serious?” Yingxing finally chokes out.
“Yingxing, I apologize for leading you on like this. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while. This relationship is something I should have never allowed in the first place. Please, if we can just go back to how things were before,” Dan Feng reaches out to place a comforting hand on his nephew’s shoulder.
Yingxing shoves it away, “Are you serious? You just made me suck your dick, and now you want to break up with me?”
Dan Feng had known he was going to break up with Yingxing soon, possibly even that night, yet he’d still decided to have sex with Yingxing even though he said it was wrong. It’s like Yingxing’s feelings hadn’t mattered as long as Dan Feng got to fuck him first before breaking his heart.
How dare Dan Feng try to comfort him with his touch?
“I didn’t mean for it to come across that way,” Dan Feng tries to defend himself. “I just-”
“You used me! Is that all I am to you? Some hole to fuck? Is it really that easy to just throw me away?” Yingxing asks. Why him? Dan Feng is so handsome he could probably have anybody he wants, even that fucking Jing Yuan. If he had just wanted sex, why Yingxing? Why chose a boy who looks at him like he’s the world.
Dan Feng tries to sputter out some lame excuse, but Yingxing keeps ranting, “I mean, is it something I did? I know you’re mad because I wasn’t careful, but I promise I will be from now on! Please, just give me another chance, please!”
“It’s not your fault,” Dan Feng cuts in. “Like I said. This is something we shouldn’t have started at all.”
“But I’m glad we started it. Didn’t I tell you how miserable I was before then? I’ve never been more happy since we got together…” Yingxing sniffles. He shouldn’t cry, but he wants to so badly. “You’re the only person who really loves and understands me. Or I thought you were…”
“I know, but-”
“You’re such a jerk! If you know, then how can you do this to me? You just don’t care about me!” Yingxing cries out. He feels so hurt and betrayed, and he wants Dan Feng to feel that same pain too. Barely even thinking, Yingxing grabs the nearest object, the television remote-
(Impulsive brat. This is why Dan Feng doesn’t love you).
-and he throws it as hard as he can at Dan Feng.
In an attempt to defend himself, Dan Feng’s hands fly up to block the remote, but he’s not fast enough. The object smacks him in the space between his eye and the bridge of his nose.
Dan Feng clutches at the spot, reeling from the impact. “Yingxing, what the fuck?” Dan Feng groans.
Unable to decide whether he’s angry at his uncle or concerned for him, Yingxing backpedals on his attitude. “A-Feng, a-are you okay? I’m sorry!” Yingxing asks, worried.
But Dan Feng has finally had enough of his nephew’s pathetic waffling. He pushes Yingxing down so that the boy is lying flat on his back on the couch. Dan Feng grabs Yingxing’s wrists so he can’t try to hit him anymore.
Yingxing tenses up underneath him, unsure of what his uncle is about to do. He doesn’t fight back yet, but even if he was going to, he doesn’t think he could. Dan Feng’s grip on him is so strong.
“You do not hit me just because you’re upset. I am trying to have a conversation with you, but I can’t if you don’t calm down,” Dan Feng scolds. There’s an anger in his eyes that Yingxing has never seen before.
“A-Feng, please. I said I was sorry,” Yingxing whimpers. “I didn’t think-”
It all happens so quickly next. Dan Feng lets go of him and raises his hand. And he brings it down, striking Yingxing on his cheek.
Yingxing’s head snaps towards the other direction from the impact.
It stings. It hurts. Even his own parents never hit him like this. He can feel tears well up at the corners of his eyes.
“It must feel terrible to try and reason with someone only for them to just fucking hit you!” Dan Feng seethes. “That’s how I feel!”
Yingxing expects there to be more. But instead, Dan Feng takes a deep breath, in and out, recomposing himself.
Calmly, he gets off Yingxing and says, “I’m done. I’m not having this conversation with you until you’ve cooled down. You can come to me when you can handle things civilly.”
He watches as Dan Feng walks away, leaving him in the living room by himself. He can hear the door to Dan Feng’s bedroom closing.
Rubbing at his wrists, Yingxing slowly sits back up. He touches his cheek where it still stings and wonders if it will leave a mark. He gulps, trying not to let the tears in his eyes fall. He doesn’t have the right to cry when it was him who escalated the whole situation.
He needs to apologize. He needs to prove that he’s mature and responsible enough for Dan Feng to take him back.
Trying to model Dan Feng, he takes a couple deep breaths to try and regulate himself. Then he gets up and makes his way over to Dan Feng’s door.
His hand trembles slightly as he knocks on the wood a couple of times.
“A-Feng, I’m ready to talk now,” Yingxing announces. “I’ve calmed down a bit, so can we please talk now?”
There’s no response yet.
Maybe he needs to apologize first. He knocks again, “A-Feng, I’m sorry for not giving you a chance to explain yourself. I’m sorry for hitting you with the remote.”
No response.
“Even if you say this relationship is wrong, you can’t deny how much good it’s done for me. We’re different. A-Feng, I really do love you so much… If you can just reconsider ending things, please. And I promise I’ll stop being risky with you. So please, just please stay with me…” Yingxing pleads. But he can already feel his heart twisting from how futile his attempts are.
There is nothing but silence on the other side of the door.
Yingxing’s breath hitches, “A-Feng, can you just please listen to me?”
It’s all too quiet in the apartment. Just like their car ride, Yingxing becomes all too aware of all the little noises. Ice comes tumbling down in the freezer. The lights hum a barely audible buzz. The air conditioner wooshes a chilled and mild wind.
The silence breaks him.
Unable to be strong for this, Yingxing slides to the ground on his knees, placing his forehead on the door for support. He tries to swallow the ugly sob about to escape his throat, but instead of stopping his tears from flooding, the dam completely breaks.
He half-covers his mouth to hide the noises he’s making, but it does little to muffle his sobs. His shoulders are shaking. When was the last time he ever cried because he was upset? He can’t remember.
Somehow, it feels good to cry after holding everything in for so long. Yet the pain of why he’s crying still hurts so much.
The Dan Feng from before would be hugging him right now, a warm and gentle embrace. He’d shush him and reassure Yingxing that everything would be alright, that his worries are unfounded. But Dan Feng isn’t here with him. Yingxing suffers alone.
Maybe the Dan Feng before had never really existed. Maybe he had just been something Yingxing had made up, blinded by infatuation, and his real uncle had always been as cold and unresponsive as he is now. But Yingxing knows that’s not true. He refuses to believe that’s true. Or else it means that he is absolutely and utterly alone.
He refuses to believe that there is not a single person in this world who truly loves and understands him.
Even thinking about that possibility gives him a hopelessness that is too much for him to bear.
He bangs on the door with an open palm, his emotions having rendered him too weak and noodly to use his fist like before. He raises his head to speak. “A-Feng, please,” Yingxing begs, gasping for breaths between words. “Just talk to me, please. Don’t leave me… I can’t live without you! ”
The door suddenly opens, and Yingxing falls forward having lost the surface he’d been supporting all his weight on. He catches himself with his hands and barely has time to process what’s going on when his face is grabbed and Dan Feng’s lips are on his again.
Yingxing tries to push him away. Dan Feng can’t just continue toying with him like this, flip flopping between cruelty and passion. They need to have a real conversation like Dan Feng had suggested in the first place.
But Dan Feng’s hold on Yingxing is too strong for him to really shove him away, and his protests are suppressed by the kiss. He just needs him to stop for one second.
But finally, Dan Feng moves downwards to suck at the skin on Yingxing’s neck. The boy gasps for air before saying, “Dan Feng, stop- ”
“Isn’t this what you want?” Dan Feng asks. “Come on.”
Yingxing emphatically shakes his head, “No, you said you wanted to talk. You can’t just say that, and then ignore me, and then kiss me like nothing happened!”
“I changed my mind… I couldn’t stand hearing you cry like that. I don’t blame you for getting emotional when I was the one being a jerk. You shouldn’t have hit me, but that doesn’t mean I should have hit you back,” Dan Feng says. “Yingxing, you mean so much to me. I can’t just abandon you like this.”
Yingxing wants to feel relieved, but he’s hesitant to trust Dan Feng’s words just yet. “R-really?” Yingxing asks. “It’s just like that? We’re together again?”
Dan Feng nods, “If you’ll give me a second chance, then yes. I know I messed up really badly tonight. I’m so sorry for that, but I promise that from now on I’ll treat you right.”
“Okay. Okay. I… forgive you. I’m sorry for the way I acted too,” Yingxing says.
And just like that, the fight is over. They’re back together, but something about the situation is still deeply unsatisfying to Yingxing. However, Yingxing dismisses it as one of his many insecurities. He lets Dan Feng help him up from the floor and drag him over to lie on the bed.
Dan Feng’s touch is hot against Yingxing as his knuckles barely brush against his skin as he takes the boy’s shirt off. “You’re shaking really badly,” Dan Feng observes. “Are you nervous?”
Yingxing hadn’t even noticed his own trembling. Is he nervous? He doesn’t think he has any reason to be. “N-no. Just hurry up…” Yingxing says.
Starting from Yingxing’s sternum, Dan Feng plants gentle kisses on his torso, moving downwards until he reaches the hem of Yingxing’s shorts. He tugs them down along with his underwear until Yingxing is completely bare underneath Dan Feng.
Dan Feng pulls off his own nice shirt and carelessly tosses it to the floor. “Will you turn around for me?” He asks.
For a second, Yingxing hesitates. They’ve never had sex in a position where Yingxing can’t see Dan Feng. But it can’t be so different or bad, so he turns around to lay on his stomach. He grabs a pillow and places it under himself as a cushion, hugging it. He peeks over his shoulder to see that Dan Feng has already grabbed the lube.
Despite his nerves throughout the night, Yingxing finds himself easily able to relax as Dan Feng’s slick fingers slide into him. Two fingers turn to three as Yingxing’s hole gets stretched out. He clutches at the pillow’s cover as Dan Feng’s fingers curl into him.
Yingxing whines into the pillow to hide his embarrassing noises as Dan Feng pulls his fingers out. He can hear the squelching sounds of Dan Feng stroking his cock with the lube. Dan Feng grabs onto his waist as leverage as he settles himself behind Yingxing.
It comes as a surprise when Dan Feng penetrates him. Yingxing gasps and his grip on the pillow gets tighter when he feels the head of Dan Feng’s cock breach him.
“Relax,” Dan Feng tells him. “You’re getting tighter.”
Yingxing takes deep breaths to release the new tension in his body. It’s usually easy for Dan Feng to bottom out, but this time it is slow and hard as Dan Feng pushes further into him.
“Hey, take a deep breath,” Dan Feng says.
Yingxing is. He doesn’t need Dan Feng telling him that again-
Dan Feng’s hips unexpectedly snap forward, burying his cock deep inside of Yingxing. The boy practically screams from how sudden it is. He turns his head to glare at his uncle, “A-Feng, you…!”
Dan Feng gives him a sympathetic smile, “At least the worst part’s over. I’m going to start moving now, alright baby?”
Before Yingxing can even respond, Dan Feng is already rolling his hips back and forth into Yingxing. He turns back to the pillow, though it’s already starting to get drenched from his sweat.
Gentle is certainly not the word to describe the sex this time. The pace Dan Feng sets is rough. It’s animalistic the way Dan Feng is rutting into him. It’s impossible to focus on anything else when Dan Feng is brutally pounding his sweet spot.
Dan Feng drapes himself over Yingxing, his chest pressed against the boy’s back. He mouths at Yingxing’s neck, and his fingers pull at Yingxing’s dark hair. It’s not so hard that it truly hurts, but it’s enough to make Yingxing’s eyes roll back and glisten with tears. And it’s so hot underneath his uncle, Yingxing feels like he’s about to melt.
Trapped underneath Dan Feng, the boy has no option but to simply lose himself in the ecstasy he feels. Yingxing shamelessly moans in pleasure. With the way Dan Feng is thrusting into him, the friction of his own cock against the mattress drives him crazy. He can feel himself already leaking precum onto Dan Feng’s pristine bedsheets.
Grabbing Yingxing by the head, Dan Feng turns him around so they can kiss, even in this position. There’s something about letting Dan Feng take control and have his way with Yingxing that stirs something deep inside the boy. As their tongues swirl together, all the stimulation finally sends Yingxing over the edge.
Everytime Yingxing thinks he’s had the best orgasm of his life, Dan Feng proves him wrong each time. Dan Feng continues to fuck him through his orgasm, and Yingxing keeps cumming until he physically can’t anymore.
Any strength that Yingxing had left is completely gone by now. Dan Feng lets go of his head, and he falls limp under the older man. It becomes too much as his uncle keeps fucking him, yet there’s something both pleasurable and painful about the overstimulation. So even as he sobs into the pillow, Yingxing doesn’t complain or protest, wanting Dan Feng to finish too, to fill him up inside.
There is one final thrust and then Dan Feng stills inside of him, his cum flooding inside Yingxing. Some of it even drips out. Yingxing weakly moans around his uncle.
Instead of pulling out, Dan Feng exhaustedly collapses on top of his nephew. His heaving breaths are hot on Yingxing’s neck. Despite his exhaustedness, Dan Feng still takes the time to press kisses against the boy’s slender neck, telling him “how good” he had been.
“A-Feng…” Yingxing eventually starts. “Can you get off? I’m getting kind of sleepy…”
“Of course,” Dan Feng obliges. “I’m sorry I was so rough tonight. I just wanted to show you how I’m yours.”
Yingxing rolls over, glad to be on his back again. “It’s okay. I don’t mind as long as it doesn’t really hurt,” he says. Though he has to admit, he’s absolutely sore right now.
When Dan Feng’s hand reaches out towards his face, Yingxing almost flinches. The man wipes away at the tears staining his cheeks before brushing over where he’d struck the boy on the cheek. Immense guilt crosses Dan Feng’s face.
“Yingxing, I really am sorry for hitting you,” Dan Feng says. “I should have never. There’s no situation where it would be right. I promise you, I’ll never touch you like that again, okay?”
Yingxing nods, “It’s okay. I already forgive you. And I’m sorry for hitting you too, alright? Let’s just move on, okay?”
“Right. Shall I get a bath running?” Dan Feng asks.
Yingxing shakes his head, “Let’s just clean up tomorrow morning. I’m so sleepy. Just lay back down with me.”
Dan Feng lies down next to him and pulls the blanket over their two warm bodies. Yingxing rests his cheek on Dan Feng’s chest and slowly starts to fall asleep as his uncle softly strokes his hair.
The boy is so overjoyed by the older man’s passionate affections that he has yet to realize how their relationship has been forever tainted, unable to return to how it was before.