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Jing Yuan slung his legs over the couch and reached into the bowl with some day-old chips that Yanqing and Yunli were eating during their study date yesterday.
Sighing, he rested his head on the comforter and stared at the ceiling, munching the snack noisily. The TV played some corny horror film that the station put out to help lonely people like him feel included in the spooky atmosphere of the popular holiday.
Being the youngest in the friend group really turned out to be the worst. At first, it had its perks, sure, being the baby of the group, he was constantly patted on the head and spoiled by Baiheng and Dan Feng, Jingliu would always take his side, when he was bullying Yingxing until he lost his patience and got mad. He had nothing to complain about for many many years.
Now, though—
Jing Yuan sighed again, looking at his phone longingly, but there were no messages. Having finished their degree, everyone moved somewhere else, and only he stayed behind. Dan Feng was across the country in medical school, Jingliu followed Baiheng who moved cities for more work opportunities, and Yingxing — the traitor — went to a different country for an internship.
Talk about pretentious.
So there he was, abandoned and miserable on Halloween evening, munching on soft chips. It wasn’t that he could not go out, people from his class invited him over for a party, and he even was planning to go, but in the end he couldn’t gather enough motivation to get ready and leave the house.
Sleepiness was making him slow and groggy. After classes, he took a nap that was supposed to be short, but he went on to sleep for four hours. He woke up in an even worse state, and lost all will to move from the couch for the rest of the day.
Spending his days like this became sort of a habit.
There was nothing to worry about though, because such moods were seasonal for him, he was always more sleepy and tired when the weather got colder and colder. As if his body meant to hibernate and wait for the sunnier days.
He grabbed his phone, meant to check something, but then the plot of the movie suddenly roped him in, and he found himself even startling on the next jump-scare. Shivers went down his spine as the scene progressed to be more and more creepy.
And as he continued to be scared, he wondered if his door was locked, and all the other paranoid thoughts of a person home alone followed soon after.
The door was locked, but what about the windows, and the back-door? And then again, if it was a ghost would the material barriers even matter? He should turn on all the lights—.
No, stop.
Jing Yuan shook his head vehemently, and grabbed the remote to turn the TV off. Then he sat up on the couch, and looked at the phone still in hand, during all this ruckus in his head, his finger slipped somehow , opened Instagram and found Yingxing’s account. By complete accident.
His gaze latched on the newly updated photos, from a party that Yingxing got tagged in recently. He bit his lip, focusing on the small glimpses of his long black hair, silver piercings, the way the leather jacket fit his bulky arm. The glint in his eyes, when he was lost in the conversation with someone, not aware that the photo was being taken.
God, he was so ugly .
Jing Yuan couldn’t live it down, so he opened the direct message thread with Yingxing, and told him just that.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise when the message went from ‘delivered’ to ‘seen’ in a span of seconds. He started typing again.
‘why aren’t u asleep?’
Wasn’t it like the crack of dawn over there? He won’t put anything past Yingxing. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it was Jing Yuan’s duty to give him shit for it, anyways.
He stared at his phone, waiting for any kind of response, his fingers hovering over the screen, itching for another cyber fight. This never changed between them, but what started as a bickering between the two, these days often ended in bitter arguments, fueled by irrational jealousy, and then ignoring each other for weeks.
They somehow got competitive with their instagrams, both trying to prove something.
It started when Jing Yuan would post the photos from parties or hang-outs he partook in, because he did that a lot when the academic year started, and, yeah, maybe he was trying to prove something. So there was a delight when Yingxing took notice of that, and started asking all the questions “who is that? what were u doing? are u dating?”.
He had an irrational stupid wish for Yingxing to come back over those photos, so he can tell Jing Yuan off in person, and then make a fool out of himself, because of his obvious jealousy, that he would try to conceal as a worry over Jing Yuan befriending the wrong people, that took him off the right path. And they would probably fight, but the fight was inevitable to turn into a makeout session, because Jing Yuan found Yingxing’s stupid jealousy to be unbearably hot.
But then Yingxing started posting and getting tagged in a lot of photos from fancy clubs and with his foreign friends, who all looked cool and were well dressed.
So then Jing Yuan was the one jealous. Even though he claimed that he was more graceful about it, Yingxing disagreed.
They lost themselves in the instagram battle, and it was stupid… but also kind of fun?
Until Jing Yuan got a little socially grounded by the cousin that was left at his doorstep everyday, and maybe the weather too. He stopped going out as much, and quickly ran out of the material to post consistently.
He thought Yingxing would stop as well, and he did stop posting, but the photo collection in his mentions, only grew and grew in size.
The plan has completely backfired on Jing Yuan, and made Yingxing a social celebrity. He lied in the bed at night, and the thought brought literal tears of frustration to his eyes.
Yingxing wasn’t responding, and he took that as a slap in the face. He licked his mouth, and started typing, then thought about it more and deleted the message entirely.
He would go off into his annoying little spiel about Yingxing ignoring him, how he does not appreciate that Jing Yuan not only didn’t forget him, but also still expressed care about his well being.
But it wasn’t a joke, if he really felt ignored, and that made him let out a resigned sigh, throw his phone on the couch, away from himself, and reach for a remote to turn on the TV once more.
The horror film was still playing, and Jing Yuan immersed himself in the stupid plot, as if out of spite. His phone vibrated once, but he didn’t notice, engrossed in the tension of the scene, where the main girl was hiding from the ghost of her dead grandma.
She was breathing too loud, Jing Yuan thought, exasperated, but couldn’t stop watching, as the spooky groaning sound got closer and closer, and he almost felt as if he was the one hiding, feeling the shiver run down his spine, and then his whole body has gone taunt.
The ghost has found the main character, but at the same time, there was also a knocking sound, which seemed to come from nowhere.
Jing Yuan looked around, hearing the screams of agony that was happening on the TV screen.
There was a moment of silence, as the credits started rolling, then someone was knocking again. Jing Yuan looked at his door, and saw the handle turning.
His heart was beating wildly in his chest, body frozen on the couch, as the knocking and pulling got more insistent.
There was someone at his door.
A ghost .
Jing Yuan felt himself stand up, his feet guiding him towards the noise. And, Oh , so he was that kind of character then, going to check everything instead of hiding, and always ending up dying first.
Resigned to his fate, having already made it across the living room and to the wretched door, with shaking hands, he started turning the key slowly, and just as the lock was down, the door was thrown open.
And what was standing there, made Jing Yuan’s knees go weak, and his hand gripped the door, attempting to slam them shut again, even though he knew it was too late.
In the doorway stood a person without a face, clad in the black gown. It looked as if The Death themselves came to reap his soul.
The hand clad into black glove, took hold of the door, when the owner realized they were about to be slammed into their face.
“No!” he yelled and went to pinch the other’s hand, as a pitiful last resort.
His end really would be a laughable one.
But then the person let out a pained grunt, immediately letting go of the door, that was slammed into their face with a loud thunk.
“Jing Yuan! Have you lost your mind?!” the—? person, not a ghost, shouted.
The voice was awfully familiar too, when Jing Yuan could finally hear over his beating heart. The person on the other side was yelling expletives at him.
“Yingxing?!”
“Who else!?”
Jing Yuan threw open the door and looked at the face of a friend, who was rubbing his forehead with a pained expression on his face. The white mask was held in his other hand.
He regarded him for a moment, in silence, seeing the black gown, gloves and stupid mask in the completely new light.
“Your costume is so stupid,” he informed him.
“It worked,” Yingxing bit out, glaring at him, “scared the shit out of you.”
Jing Yuan fought the blush that crept over his face, when reminded of how he acted just minutes ago.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on another continent?” he asked instead, trying to stay calm, “what are you doing here?”
Yingxing rolled his eyes, not buying his feigned indifference for a second.
“So ungrateful,” he murmured, and made his way inside, shouldering him out of the way “but I didn’t expect anything else.”
Jing Yuan went after him, a little worried. The floor in the living room was littered with the toys Yanqing brought over, there were old scribbles scattered across the coffee table, Yanqing’s tuesday homework.
In short, it wasn’t the best example of Jing Yuan’s dutifulness. Normally, he took pride in being tidy, it just happened to be a bad time, because last week was cold and rainy, and staying on top of schoolwork while also tutoring a ten year old kid, who happened to be your uncle’s son, who, (advertised to by your mom) reached out to you for help, because he heard the best about you and why go with it to someone else, when you have such a talented family member and—.
So Jing Yuan had the kid over for most afternoons, sans weekends, acting as a nanny, doing homework and entertaining the little Yanqing until his father came to pick him up after work.
Which — don’t get him wrong, Jing Yuan loved the kid — was a little taxing on his already tight schedule, after all, the finals were coming up, so Jing Yuan, as a dutiful student with a bright future ahead of him, had to study hard. He had to, the ‘procrastinate and pull an all-nighter’ trend didn’t work for him.
A pity.
“Are you into Legos, now?” Yingxing asked, plopping down on the couch, already reaching for the soggy chips. Jing Yuan watched as he threw them into his mouth and then pulled a disgusted face, “what the fuck?”
“It’s all Yanqing’s,” Jing Yuan explained, and took the bowl away, reaching for a chip himself, but then his hand was grabbed suddenly, and the bowl snatched back.
“You gonna eat those? They’re like a week old, throw this out.”
“They’re just a little soggy,” Jing Yuan defended, “you’re such a drama queen.”
“You ought to have some standards,” Yingxing shot him a disdainful look.
Jing Yuan went to apprehend the chips again, but Yingxing moved out of the way smoothly, and stood up, making his way towards the kitchen.
“I'm gonna throw this out,” he announced, “don’t be a kid. maybe interacting with your cousin brought you way back to the snoot-eating days, but this ends now.”
Jing Yuan gritted his teeth, normally he would find millions of comebacks, but something about this shitty day, too-long nap, how put-together Yingxing looked, and how foreign with that, it made him choke on his words.
He wanted to grab his face, pull his cheeks, until he made a stupid face, and he could laugh at him for that. But this time, Jing Yuan was the one with stupid face, messy hair and in his sweats.
Nothing has changed, but also everything has changed so much. Jing Yuan noticed it before, without their friend group, he always felt this weird tension between himself and Yingxing, they still bickered, still laughed at each other, but there was something lying underneath.
Yingxing was looking through his cupboards, then looked into his fridge and scowled at the rows of actimel, some apple, that was getting moldy and one lonely egg that might have gone bad.
He looked at Jing Yuan angrily.
“I was skeptical, when Baiheng said she was worried,” he rambled, “but you live off of actimel, now?”
“It’s Yanqing’s,” Jing Yuan explained, “what did Baiheng sa—?”
“So what do you eat? Taking care of that brat before yourself—“
Jing Yuan opened his mouth to say something, but Yingxing was already moving on, going to leave the kitchen, as if it was a part of the investigation that was now done, and he didn’t need to hear anymore. Yingxing went to knock their shoulders again, but Jing Yuan put the hand in the doorframe, effectively stopping him in his tracks.
“It’s my cousin, not a brat, and—“ he looked at Yingxing, eyes flashing with annoyance, “I don’t need to cook, because my uncle drops off food for me when he leaves Yanqing. Whatever you’re trying to prove, stop it now.”
Yingxing regarded him for a short moment coldly, then sighed.
“You’re—“
“Aww, Yingxing was so worried that I was not taking care of myself, missing him, he traveled across the ocean to check on me. Such a sweet guy,” Jing Yuan cooed.
He expected him to scoff at him, but then there was a small grin pulling on his lips.
“Did you?”
Jing Yuan blinked.
“Did I what?”
“Did you miss me?” the smile turned bigger, as Jing Yuan couldn’t control the flush on his face, before sputtering something.
“As if!” he turned his head, “almost didn’t notice you were gone.”
There was a hand in his hair, caressing him gently.
“I’m kidding,” he said, smiling, and Jing Yuan gaped at him, as he patted him on the head, “I know you did.”
There was a moment, when Jing Yuan’s brain short circuited a little, then he shook the hand off, as if it was offending him, and moved away.
“Such a joker,” he teased, in a tone he knew Yingxing hated, “being aboard really changes a man. Maybe the next time you visit the jokes will actually be funny.”
That got him a shove, and a snicker, and Jing Yuan would laugh, but it was a hard one, so he stumbled and yelped ungracefully. That’s why Yingxing got his shove back. And that was the start of a battle.
Annoyance pricked behind Jing Yuan’s eyes, his cheeks red. What happened between them?
Were they ever friends?
Jing Yuan wondered, because they didn’t talk like friends, the meanness behind their words, even the ones that were supposed to be just poking fun at each other, was making him confused. And it was not just Yingxing, it’s him. He shoved Yingxing and laughed at him, when he lost his balance, to make it hurt.
When did it get this serious?
Jing Yuan stepped on a discarded lego block, wincing, and tears that were pricking his eyes earlier, almost fell, if not for the force with which he bit his lip, until it bled.
He sat on the floor, clutching his foot, and Yingxing hoovered over him, clearly overjoyed. Jing Yuan couldn’t stand this. He grabbed his ridiculous black gown and pulled with all the strength he could muster.
The material ripped, Yingxing stumbled, and Jing Yuan’s eyes widened, when he understood he was about to be crushed in a second.
He curled up, trying to protect himself, but then heard Yingxing curse and looked up, to see that he held himself up somehow on a shelf behind them.
Thank god, but—
Yingxing looked at him, and he looked back, not able to tear himself away. There were traces of fear in those lilac blue eyes, but also something else.
It was a reaction to what he observed on Jing Yuan’s face, and so he tried to get a hold of his expression.
But before he could figure anything out, there was a hand that caressed his cheek, and his breath hitched, as he felt its coldness against his hot hot skin.
Why was his face so hot? It felt like it’s on fire. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was parched. Yingxing moved his hands, and a finger slid over the corner of his mouth, then a pad touched his bleeding bottom lip.
Yingxing swiped the few drops of blood, and Jing Yuan watched as he brought the finger to his own mouth, to taste.
He curled a fist into the fabric of Yingxing’s black stupid gown, and pulled down hard. His brain was fried at this point.
The man stumbled, landing on one knee in between Jing Yuan's legs, that he pulled to his chest. His head was level with Yingxing’s chest, which heaved rapidly, almost like Jing Yuan’s own.
There was a satisfying sense of victory, that he wasn’t the only one. The torn fabric hung awkwardly over his one shoulder, and fell down to expose his collarbone, and a soft pec. Jing Yuan’s mouth watered, seeing the way his nipple had stiffened, and then felt him shiver, when he huffed a warm breath against his skin.
“Jing Yuan,” he heard him say, and looked up, a little taken aback at how close their faces were.
“Hmm?” he asked breathlessly, all the bravado and teasing gone from his voice.
There was no answer, instead he felt him press even closer, and then a tongue licked a fat stripe under his eye.
He scrunched up his nose, confused, but then Yingxing bit the apple of his cheek lightly, and he gasped, his hands clutching the wide shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or bring him closer.
The same tongue that was licking his face earlier, now licks into his mouth, and there are lips that press urgently against his.
It felt so good that Jing Yuan’s voice did something, and it sounded unrecognizable to his own ears. At the same time he felt the pressure from his lips disappear and he looked back to see where it went.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing you!” Yingxing looked annoyed, “you could kiss me back, you know?”
Jing Yuan blinked at him.
“Don’t just stare,” he hissed annoyedly, lifting his chin up and pecking his lips chastely, “do you act like that with everyone that tries to kiss you?”
Jing Yuan furrowed his brows at that, but Yingxing withstood his glare, only tilting his head.
“Be grateful I even let you,” he spat out, “You prick, l—“
Yingxing didn’t let him finish, but dived in again, and this time Jing Yuan answered in full, tilting his head and bringing his hands to hold onto Yingxing’s broad shoulders. He had something to prove, and so he put everything into this kiss, just so Yingxing could see how good he was, but also to let him know that he’s wanted this for longer than he can remember.
His efforts paid off when he felt, more than heard, Yingxing moan into the kiss, and it turned desperate, and filthy, lasting until they ran out of breath.
Both were breathing heavily, when they parted, and the pure hunger in Yingxing’s eyes made Jing Yuan flush even more. His stupid beautiful black hair messy, his lips red and swollen from kissing.
One of Jing Yuan’s hands dipped down a little bit, finding the torn fabric of his black robe, and touching the skin it revealed. He felt him shudder, when he brushed over his nipple on the way to his collarbones.
Yingxing’s body was hot to the touch, and unexpectedly soft, considering how ripped he was. He ran his thumb over the collarbone and hummed in wonder, when his other hand, that was exploring the span of his back, found the zipper of the black gown.
“Have I mentioned how stupid your costume looks?” Jing Yuan asked, pulling down the zipper, “it’s distracting me, I need it off.”
Yingxing laughed.
“Distracting you from what?”
“I want to appreciate this moment, and I can’t if you’re dressed like a nun.”
His other hand mapped the skin of his back, as he was undoing the zipper with deliberate slowness. The muscles of Yingxing’s back rippled beneath his touch.
“You don’t seem to be in a hurry,” Yingxing smiled, and leaned to kiss his mouth.
Jing Yuan rolled his eyes at him, but didn’t speed up. There was apprehension in him as well, because when he undoes the gown, Yingxing would be half naked, and his heart didn’t seem to be prepared for that.
He accompanied Yingxing to the gym once, and swore to himself to never do it again. The reason he gave to Yingxing was that he didn’t see a point in stupid weight lifting. Jing Yuan attended fencing classes, and it gave him just the right amount of physical fitness.
The real reason, however, was that he couldn’t stop staring at Yingxing’s arms, revealed by the skimpy tank top. Couldn’t stop admiring his wide and strong shoulders. Jing Yuan didn’t get anything done during this training session. And the effect his friend's body had on him was infuriating and shameful.
He touched himself to the thought of Yingxing later that night, and then proceeded to ignore him for the next five days, because of the guilt.
Now, he let himself look though, as the gown slipped off Yingxing shoulders, falling to his waist. His thoughts melted, and he pushed him, until he was laying flat on his back, and Jing Yuan could hover over him.
Yingxing didn’t seem to mind the hard floor, and stared expectantly at Jing Yuan, who nestled himself between his knees.
“Never imagined you’d be so slow,” Yingxing complained, when three minutes went by, and Jing Yuan was still staring with his mouth wide open, “are you going to do something?”
Jing Yuan blinked, and scowled.
“Shut up, Yingxing” he said, finally bringing his hand to caress Yingxing’s pec.
He opened his mouth to complain again, but what escaped was a loud exhale, as Jing Yuan leaned to lick the salty skin around his nipple. He looked up, as his mouth was mapping his chest, biting the meaty flesh around his areola. Yingxing arched his back, rutting against Jing Yuan, who gasped in turn, not expecting that.
He felt the outline of Yingxing rubbing against his abdomen, and couldn’t help but look down. The gown bundled around his hips concealed everything, and Jing Yuan grumbled and went to take it off.
“Lift ur butt,” he said, pulling at the material, it was cheap, and there was a sound as he ripped it even more.
Yingxing did as he said, and soon he was sliding the material down his legs, revealing black slacks that clung to his thick thighs.
“Oh my god,” he muttered, making Yingxing laugh again.
He was laughing a lot, definitely having too much fun at Jing Yuan’s expense. Something needed to be done about it.
He started lowering the hand that touched his chest, scratching his nipple, going lower and lower, feeling the goose flesh bloom in the wake of his feather-like touch. He stopped at the zipper, fingers playing with it unhurriedly, he undid the button, then flattened his palm against the hotness of Yingxing cock, caressing the outline.
Yingxing’s hips jumped against his touch, a tiny noise escaping his lips.
“I‘ve barely touched you and you’re this hard,” Jing Yuan looked at him smugly, “you want me that bad?”
Yingxing tried to glare at him, but he chose this moment to squeeze him, making his eyes flutter shut and mouth fall slack.
He wanted to tease him more, but the need to see him wholly naked won with the pettiness. Jing Yuan undid the zipper, and then pulled the pants down along with the underwear, just enough for his cock to spring out.
He was already leaking, and Jing Yuan couldn’t help himself from gaping at the excessive size. It was thick, a little curved, and he saw a fair share of dicks in his life, but this one was perfect. Maybe just because it was attached to Yingxing, who flushed beautifully, and his blue eyes were glassy, and he seemed a little self-conscious now.
Serves him right.
“You’re staring,” Yingxing told him softly, hands coming to pet his hair.
Jing Yuan wanted to bite back, but also there was something sweet about Yingxing right now, all exposed, and waiting for whatever Jing Yuan wanted to do with him.
Jing Yuan stared at his cock, and what he wanted the most was to get fucked by it, but it would require him to move, take things to bed, and prepare himself, which would break the moment they had right now.
So he did the next best thing, and attempted to take Yingxing into his mouth.
His lips stretched around the girth uncomfortably, and Jing Yuan had a moment of doubt, because his eyes were watering quickly. He choked, wanting to take him a little too fast, and too eager, too. Pink dusted his cheeks, when his eyes met Yingxing’s.
He almost wanted to explain to himself that he didn’t have much experience sucking dick. It wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but Yingxing looked too enticing not to try.
Again, Yingxing should be grateful that Jing Yuan is so nice to him.
He didn’t say any of that, though, afraid of how his voice might sound.
He felt a hand caressing his cheek, and there was another hand gripping his hair, and pulling him away, until the cock slipped out of his mouth.
He expected some patronizing remarks, but instead Yingxing was just caressing him, a little smile stretching his lips. Jing Yuan puffed out his cheeks, and glared at him, the self-consciousness made him feel petulant. How many people sucked Yingxing’s dick? How would Jing Yuan compare?
“So beautiful,” Yingxing murmured, making Jing Yuan furrow his brow even more.
“Shut up.”
“You’re cute,” Yingxing continued, disregarding his words, “I never thought you would look so cute trying to suck my dick.”
“Yingxing,” he breathed, his body shuddering and he didn’t know if he was this turned on or embarrassed by Yingxing’s words, “shut. up.”
He couldn’t think. His own erection throbbed in his pants. He needed to touch himself, but didn’t want to give Yingxing the satisfaction of seeing him so far gone.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Curse this man.
He kissed the tip, watching Yingxing’s throat bob. New goal appeared in his mind, instead of thinking about impressing him, he would just make him shut up. Jing Yuan was good at that.
“You think so much about useless stuff—,” Yingxing said, his voice breaking into a sigh, as Jing Yuan nosed along his shaft, licking the thick vein. The hand in his hand tightened its grip, but left him to do as he pleased. Jing Yuan appreciated that, by slowly taking him into his mouth. He felt his lips stretch almost uncomfortably, and breathed through his nose, licking the underside teasingly, as he sunk down on him more and more.
He felt him hit the back of his throat, and gagged a little, the convulsion making Yingxing moan brokenly, his hips moved, fucking upwards, until he got a hold of himself.
Jing Yuan looked at him, slack-jawed and panting, and backed off only a little to start sucking,
Yingxing threw his head back, one of his hands shooting up to his mouth, to try and muffle the noises he made.
Jing Yuan doubled down, wanting to make Yingxing unable to keep his voice in, the wet slurping noises mixing with his little sighs and whimpers.
He looked absolutely wrecked, and the sight of it made Jing Yuan ache in his own pants. Until now, he ignored his own needs, but it only got more difficult. He sneaked his hand to his cock and stroked himself, squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth falling slack, as he moaned around the length. It was only a second, but it made Yingxing notice.
His eyes met Jing Yuan’s, and he moved his leg a little, letting Jing Yuan rut against it, uncaring of how he looked.
He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the cock in his mouth twitch, and he took it deeper, let it hit the back of his throat and held it there, until tears ran down his cheeks. He looked at Yingxing through them, his own body shuddered, tensing, his movements against Yingxing’s leg erratic and sloppy.
“Jing Yuan,” he heard him moan, and felt the cock in his mouth start twitching powerfully, making him double his efforts.
Yingxing tugged at his hair, as if he wanted to warn him.
“Jing Yuan,” he gasped, “i'm about to—“
He slid down, until only Yingxing’s tip was in his mouth, bringing his hand to stroke his twitching shaft. The first spurt landed on his tongue, warm and sticky, and he moaned brokenly, his own hips twitching.
Yingxing filled his mouth, until it overflowed, spilling from the corners, and Jing Yuan milked him through it, until he groaned in protest, pushing his face away.
Jing Yuan let the softening cock slip out of his hand, and wiped his chin, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
Yingxing looked at him in hazy wonder, still loose limbed and a little stupid from his orgasm, he was petting his cheek absentmindedly.
Jing Yuan bit his lip, wanting to commit the image of Yingxing completely blissed out to his memory, it made him even more desperate. He whimpered, showing a hand into his pants to touch himself fully.
That seemed to wake Yingxing up, and he blinked, looking at the state of Jing Yuan, before sitting upright, and hauling him onto his lap, not wasting the chance to squeeze his ass appreciatively.
Jing Yuan buried his face in the crock of his neck, as Yingxing touched his cock, taking it out and wrapping his thick fingers around him, making him fuck up into the right fist.
“Just like that,” he whispered, biting his ear, nipping along his jaw, and then finally kissing him.
He melted into that kiss, Yingxing licked into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue.
Jing Yuan’s thrusts became sloppy, and Yingxing twisted his fist just right, ran his thumb along his slit. Jing Yuan squeezed his eyes shut, the pressure building.
“Come for me, A-Yuan.”
The wet tightness of his fist, the nickname, and the sweetness of his voice, it was all too much. He squeezed his eyes shut, and came, body going taunt, then turning into jelly in Yingxing’s hold.
“Yingxing,” he moaned.
“I got you,” he said, kissing his hair, holding Jing Yuan’s body as it was wracked by shudders.
Jing Yuan closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Yingxing kissed his temple. The relief was palpable, as something shifted. Yingxing peppered kisses across his face, sweet searing things, and it made Jing Yuan laugh and tug on his hair gently, making him look up into his face.
“Yingxing,” he said, and the amount of fondness in the way he spoke this name surprised even himself.
In the past, he would try and downplay it, make a joke, and never let Yingxing know how much he liked him. But now, seeing how Yingxing gazed back at him, there was no shame in being like this.
“I missed you so much,” Yingxing whispered, almost inaudibly.
Jing Yuan felt his lips tremble, hugging Yingxing closer and closer. This was something he so wished to hear, and he gave it to him just like that, sincere, not said to tease or joke.
“I can’t believe one orgasm makes you this adorable, we have to do this more often,” Yingxing mused, making Jing Yuan scowl.
“You had to ruin it,” he murmured, but didn’t let go of him.
“I want to ruin you, next,” Yingxing bit his neck, making him sigh.
“That’s a cheesy way to say you want to fuck me,” Jing Yuan commented, trying to ignore how Yingxing hand slid down the small of his back, fingers curling up on the hem of his sweatpants.
“Can I?” he whispered, nipping the skin under his ear, making Jing Yuan shiver delightfully.
“Carry me to bed, and we’ll see.”
Yingxing almost pounced on the opportunity, hands leaving Jing Yuan’s hips to zip his pants hastily, and the then next thing Jing Yuan knew was that he was being lifted.
He gasped. Yingxing was carrying him in his arms and it was so quick and effortless. Jing Yuan hooked his hands on his shoulders, and tried to compose himself.
“When are you going back?” he asked suddenly, when they were nearing the entrance to his bedroom.
The realization that Yingxing is going to disappear again soon came to him when they were talking earlier. He tried to keep his tone light and unbothered, but his heart squeezed uneasily, when he finally asked the question.
“In a week,” said Yingxing, and Jing Yuan let out a small sigh,
“Are you going home or staying here?”
Yingxing’s zeal got extinguished a little, and when he approached the bed, he placed Jing Yuan on it and sat beside him.
He reached for his hand and Jing Yuan let him take it.
“I need to visit my grandpa,” Yingxing said softly, not looking him in the eyes, “you can come with me if you want.”
“And after a week? What then?”
“I’m going back, I need to finish the internship.”
Jing Yuan gritted his teeth. He missed Yingxing so much, and now it’s going to get even worse. And worst of all, he didn’t know if Yingxing wanted him long term or if it was some friends with benefits situation. He needed to ask, but didn’t know how to broach the topic without appearing needy.
“And then?” he started digging for an answer, in this weird convoluted manner, and the more Yingxing appeared confused the more angry he became.
“I guess I will come back here?”
“And what if they offer you a job and will want you to stay? What if you meet someone and—“
Yingxing kissed him suddenly, and Jing Yuan blinked in surprise.
“You can just ask, if you want me to be your boyfriend, you know?”
Jing Yuan pouted, pushing his face away, embarrassed and relieved at once.
“If you’re not coming back, then I don’t want to. I will find someone else, who will want to stay.”
Yingxing stared at him in disbelief, then snarled, tugging his hair a tad too harsh, Jing Yuan gasped.
“How are you so sweet to everyone, but always so mean to me? Did I say I’m not coming back? Obviously I will come back to you. My internship ends in half a year, and if they offer me a job, I can take it, because they have a branch here, too. And… I’m a graphic designer, Jing Yuan, I can work from anywhere,” he always started speaking so deliberately slowly, when angry, “So do you want me, or are you going to ‘find someone else’?
Jing Yuan stared at him, stunned into silence, Yingxing gazed at him, looking a little hurt. He started to feel a little guilty, finding, too late, that his words were really a little too cold.
“Yingxing,” he said, caressing his cheek, “I want you, I’m sorry, I just assumed—“ he stopped and stared at him, not knowing how to convey the enormity of his feelings, “I thought you don’t want to.”
“How did you assume that?” Yingxing sighed, kissing his palm, “where did your confidence go?”
Jing Yuan averted his eyes.
“I guess, I’ve just been lonely.”
Yingxing placed a hot, searing kiss on his lips, leaving him breatess. Jing Yuan threw his arms around his neck, and nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck.
“Really?” Yingxing appeared a little surprised, “I thought— you were posting so much, it seemed like you were finally free.”
“I did it to annoy you, you dumbass, you were so jealous,” he snorted, when Yingxing made a scandalized face, “and, well, I had to find friends somehow, after you left. I still felt lonely, though.”
“Well, you won’t anymore,” Yingxing told him, kissing his hair, “I will make everyone spam and call you until you’re sick of it.”
Jing Yuan laughed, and went to peck him on the lips.
“Now, that we are a thing…” he trailed off, “you have to call me, too, you know. I won’t accept any excuses.”
Yingxing had a tendency to call his friends only if it was a real emergency, otherwise he was absolutely unreachable. It was another thing that annoyed Jing Yuan to no end.
“Guess, I will,” he sighed, “to make sure you didn’t find anyone else in the meantime.”
Jing Yuan glared at him, and Yingxing tried to withstand it, but then gave up, looking a little ashamed.
“I was kidding,” he explained, “Of course I will call you, I will keep calling you, until you’re annoyed with me.”
Jing Yuan looked at Yingxing with fake pity.
“I told you, keep practicing, and maybe someday it will be funny.”
Yingxing bit his lip around a smile, failing miserably at pretending he was annoyed with Jing Yuan antics.
“You little—“ he pounced on him, and Jing Yuan tried to defend himself half-heartedly, but eventually he ended up flat on the bed, Yingxing kneeling between his legs.
They were both panting, trying to catch their breath after the roughhousing. Jing Yuan was first to notice their position and squeezed Yingxing’s sides with his thighs.
“I thought about it,” he said matter-of-factly, “you can fuck me.”
Yingxing choked, the suddenness of the statement catching him off-guard. Jing Yuan laughed and sat up to pat and rub his back, when Yinxing tried to regain his breath
“Are you trying to kill me?!” he cried.
“Old man.”
“I’m only two years older than you!”
Jing Yuan laughed even more, and Yingxing soon joined him.
“I can’t stand you.”
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”