超想见你 - Can’t wait to see You [Prompt #122] (2/2)
Title: 超想见你 - Can’t wait to see You
Rating: NC-17
Length: 20,466 words
Warnings: none, except for maybe the huge amount of fluff at the end that might make people want to gag?
Summary: Yifan and Yixing were meeting for the first time. They both got talking on Tumblr and then started their Skype and texting friendship soon after, however, the lines between friends and something more often got blurred.
Notes: I butchered the prompt and I’m sorry for it. I never intended for it to become 20K but here we are. Sorry in advance. It just - happened.
{part 1}
They spent the morning and noon doing a lot of sightseeing which inevitably meant they were doing a lot of walking. Walking from one bus or metro station to another, walking through temples since Yifan was curious about the architecture in Taiwan (which Yixing really did not understand since he couldn’t tell the difference between a Taiwanese temple and a temple from the Mainland - but with Yifan he discovered that he was very ignorant of a lot of things so he did not say anything), walking through piles of tourist groups to the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall, walking until Yixing had the feeling his feet were nonexistent anymore. The only thing that made all this walking bearable was Yifan who sneakily seized every opportunity to touch Yixing - when a group of Mainland tourists threatened to split them up because they just walked right through them, he grabbed Yixing’s hand and held onto it until the group was gone. When they stood in a crowded bus he held Yixing’s shoulder under the pretense to prevent the other one from losing his balance. He leaned into Yixing in every selfie more than necessary - and he demanded a lot of them. Yixing didn’t mind. Yifan’s touches felt nice and natural, it was almost like Yifan’s hand was meant to be pulling him up from benches where he was taking a rest on or Yifan had never been doing anything else in his life but encouraging Yixing to climb up the nth staircase to a temple with a bright smile.
After lunch they had decided to get up to the Taipei 101 observatory, even though the entrance fee was pretty expensive for two students like them. It had been some kind of struggle to finally get up there, but after they had managed to find the right way from the mall to the observatory they were more than glad to get up there - the weather was bright and clear which gave them an amazing view over the city. Yifan got way too excited and spent so much time on taking pictures he completely forgot Yixing who was leaning against the glass staring down onto the skyscrapers that suddenly seemed very small. He didn’t know how long he spent standing there lamenting about his life until Yifan came back with a pout on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Yixing asked.
“My card is full…”
The comment made Yixing snort.
“You have already taken THAT many pictures??”
“Obviously!”
Yifan leaned next to Yixing against the glass of one of the big windows and kept searching in his bag for an additional memory card. Yixing chuckled when he watched the taller one exchanging the cards with skilled movements. When he was done and the full memory card was safely stored in his bag, Yifan asked:
“Are you okay? I mean… do you like it so far?”
Yixing nodded.
“Are you sure or are you just saying that so I will shut up?”
A giggle escaped Yixing’s throat which made Yifan crack a smile himself while he looked at all the buttons of his camera. Some of the symbols started to fade already because he used them way too often.
“It’s great,” Yixing said and added after a moment of thinking, “I’d love to have more time here.”
“Yeah, that kind of sucks.” Yifan responded.
They didn’t speak a word and watched the other visitors crawling from one window to the next to take a picture that would look just like the other one they had taken a few seconds before.
“But I guess your family will miss you when you’re not going to return.” Yifan joked and Yixing just scoffed, causing Yifan to raise an eyebrow in question.
Yixing just shook his head and turned around to face the city again.
“It’s complicated.”
“I like complicated.”
The younger one sighed and stayed silent. Yifan waited for an explanation and right when he thought that Yixing wouldn’t say anything Yixing opened his mouth to talk.
“Let’s say they are not as accepting of me as I wish they were.”
Yifan frowned, indicating he should continue.
“It’s… Okay, so, I came out to them a long time ago about… you know, not liking girls and that stuff. I thought it would make things better… like, they would stop asking me to bring home a girlfriend for New Year’s, I mean, I think you know the deal… well, it didn’t make things better. If not, they even got worse.”
“Wait, what do you mean with ‘it’s gotten worse’?”
Yifan leaned a little into Yixing, though he was not touching him. The gesture comforted Yixing even though he didn’t know exactly why.
“My dad just blocks the info out. Every time I visit them he still asks me if I have met a nice girl who could become my girlfriend. I tried to tell him every time but he just… I don’t know… he just ignores it so I gave up on correcting him and just tell him ‘No, I haven’t met anyone’. My mother has kind of accepted it, but she insists on me marrying anyways. She’s read a lot of things on the internet and found out that a lot of homosexuals get into heterosexual marriages and have a family anyway. She told me she expects me to just do that.”
Yifan’s face fell in horror while Yixing just managed to crack a sad smile. He had never told anyone about this. It felt weird to get it off his chest.
“That is a horrible thing to say to your only child!” Yifan exclaimed and was thinking hard of any words of comfort but nothing came to his mind.
“I know. I don’t think she means it like that though. If you keep up a façade of a normal life people will not ask questions all the time. I don’t know. It’s a weird situation. Which kind of explains why I never want to go to Yongzhou but I have to go there every now and then.”
Yixing felt like ranting a little more about his family but wasn’t sure if Yifan wanted to hear any of it. He shot him an uneasy look but the taller one just squeezed his arm, which was the gesture that told him it was okay to continue.
“So… my grandmother is very sick and we all expect her to die this year. She’s the reason why my parents left Changsha and moved to Yongzhou where she lives. I stayed in Changsha for my studies and got a little more freedom. But as soon as my grandmother will be no more, my parents will sell her house and move back to Changsha since my mother hates Yongzhou very much. They sort of expect me to move back in with them but I really don’t feel like allowing them to take over my life like this again.”
“Uuuuuuugh Chinese parents are so annoying,” Yifan rolled his eyes, “Like, in Canada you’re expected to move out more sooner than later. I’m glad my mom adapted to that kind of thinking.”
“She’s still in Canada, right?”
Yifan nodded.
“I left for Guangzhou because I wanted to kind of… reconnect with my roots? I don’t know it’s weird. My mother has a new life in Canada and doesn’t really want to go back to China so she just told me to pack my things and do my thing. She’s pretty chill. The only thing she demands are regular Facetime sessions.” Yifan explained while shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal.
In Yixing’s opinion, it was. It was a big deal that Yifan’s mother had let her son go just like that and let him live his own life. It felt so surreal since everyone he knew had parents that shared his parents’ mindset. He had friends that were in their late twenties and still lived in the same rooms they had spent their childhood and teenage years in.
“Does your mother know?” He asked and Yifan chuckled, not needing any explanation what exactly his mother should know.
“She knew before even I had made up my mind. When I told her she was like ‘Yes I know, now go eat your dinner and stop causing such a drama about it, you’re my son and I love you’ and that was about it. Like I said: She’s pretty chill.”
Yixing tried out a weak smile to indicate he was happy for Yifan that it had been quite uncomplicated for him. Yifan put his arm around Yixing and pulled him close. Their temples touched and the taller one whispered:
“If necessary, I’ll just take you with me to Canada.”
There was a moment when Yixing thought nothing in particular but then he just slipped out a simple “Okay” and he didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he had ever dreamed about getting away. And still. Yifan had made it sound so easy.
“Speaking of Canada,” the taller one raised his voice and withdrew a little to give Yixing more space again, “We’re going to meet a friend of mine tonight.”
“Huh?”
“I know I haven’t told you - I kind of just made the plan while I was waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel…” Yifan apologized with a crooked smile hoping Yixing wouldn’t be intimidated, “But he’s really nice. He was the only other Asian guy in my street when I was in Canada so we became friends. He came to Taipei when I left for Guangzhou and he’s going to meet us at Shilin Night Market… only if you’re cool with it!”
Yixing agreed under the condition they’d reduce the walking a little. Yifan laughed and they decided to get back to the hotel, let Yixing rest for two hours and then get going to the night market where they’d meet Yifan’s friend who went by the English name Aaron. Yixing wasn’t really prepared to meet other people, yet spend the precious limited time alone with Yifan with another person but when Yixing had agreed Yifan had gotten overly excited to meet his old friend after two years again so he tried to keep his cool. Maybe this Aaron guy was pretty cool and fun to hang out with after all.
The trip from their hotel to the entrance of the night market took about half an hour and the closer they got the more people roamed the streets. The peak time for night markets was somewhere between seven and eleven pm and they arrived just in time for the start of it.
“Stay close to me.” Yifan ordered as they got out of Jiantan Station and a group of giggling teenage girls had swarmed past them.
Yixing sighed and linked his arm with Yifan’s.
“This close?”
Yifan grinned and mumbled something that sounded like “Well I am not complaining…” but Yixing let the comment pass as they fought their way to the entrance. Yifan kept looking for his friend and when he saw him, he cried out:
“Aaron!!”
Aaron looked up from his cellphone. He was about Yixing’s size, with pitch black hair and a very slim body. When he recognized Yifan, he showed a perfect boyish grin that immediately reached his eyes.
“Kris!”
“Wait… Kris…?” Yixing asked as they approached him and Yifan winced as if Yixing had caught him doing something naughty.
“I… well… that’s what people call me in Canada.” He explained quickly before he let go of Yixing and fell into Aaron’s arms who started to rant away in English.
“Have you grown taller over the last two years?!” He asked when Yifan’s body crashed against his and they shared a big hug while Yixing stood a little offside.
“No, you’ve become smaller, definitely!” Yifan responded and Aaron slapped his back hard for that comment.
“Asshole!”
They let go of each other and Yifan said:
“Aaron, meet Yixing.”
Yifan must have told Aaron about him, because he didn’t seem to be surprised. His eyes widened and he offered his right hand which Yixing took and tried to return the smile, even though he was sure it wasn’t as bright as the other guy’s.
“Nice to meet you! Is this your first time in Taipei?”
“Ummm… yeah. It is.”
“Great!” Aaron cried out and threw an arm around him to drag him into the market, “I’m going to show you guys the best stuff! I’ve made a list what we’re going to eat! I hope you came with an empty stomach!”
“Aaron you big ray of sunshine, don’t scare Yixing away in the first five minutes, okay?”
Aaron rolled his eyes and promised to behave. Yixing didn’t really know how to cope with Aaron’s bright personality but he figured that it was better this way - he’d rather answer Aaron’s questions (“So, Changsha, huh? You must eat spicy food, right? I know a stand with spicy stuff!” - “You dance? Wooow, what kind of style?” - “What was your favorite part of Taipei so far?”) than being the third wheel and left out in conversations. While they strolled across the market and munched on Coffin Bread, tried out Black Pepper Buns and sipped on big cups of Papaya Milk Aaron and Yifan entertained Yixing with stories from their childhood and how they had teamed up not because they both had been Asian living in a street dominated by white people (they had almost been neighbors) but because both their last names were Wu. Aaron’s actual name was Wu Genglin and they had been known as the “Wu Brothers” at their school, even though they weren’t related in any kind of way. Aaron was two years older and when Yifan had been picked on by other kids, because he had been very chubby and clumsy as a kid, Aaron was there to defend him against those bullies.
“It was horrible, he ran into trouble almost every day at the playground.” Aaron said and Yifan cried out:
“Could you cut it? I have an image to maintain in front of Yixing!”
“Pfff, what kind of image, little brother? Are you still trying to mimic the cool guy?” The oldest of the three asked and squished Yifan’s cheek. He then turned to Yixing and explained:
“Our Yifan is such a softie but he acts oh so tough in front of others… he’s even trying that scheme with me although I have always been the one to dry his tears. He’s such a crybaby.”
“That’s IT!” Yifan screamed, emptied his drink and walked away to look for a waste bin.
Aaron chuckled and Yixing followed Yifan to check on him.
“You’re not really mad, aren’t you?” He asked when Yifan tried to fit his plastic cup into the overfilled trashcan.
He gave up when the cup fell off the pile of other cups, paper plates and leftover food and landed in front of his feet.
“He’s exaggerating, okay?” Was Yifan’s only response.
Yixing sighed, leaned against the taller one and said:
“It’s okay, I won’t tell your Tumblr followers about it. I’ll keep up your image.”
Yifan really wanted to answer that with a quick-witted comment but the words got stuck in his throat while Yixing chuckled.
“Here, take this, I don’t want any more.”
Yixing shoved his cup of Papaya Milk into Yifan’s hand.
“Don’t you like it?” Yifan asked.
“It’s good, but not the second coming of Jesus either. Take it.”
Yifan shrugged his shoulders and sucked at the straw to take a sip as they got back to Aaron who told Yifan that he was sorry and would stop talking about embarrassing moments of their childhood. When he said he’d be treating him to a big bowl of shaved ice with his favorite flavor, Yifan did indeed forgive him.
“That’s how you win his heart over, Yixing,” Aaron whispered when they got in line and Yifan was still figuring out what kind of topping he wanted with his ice cream, “Just treat him to food once in a while and he’s as mild as a dove.”
“I’ll remember that, thank you.” Yixing answered in a joking way.
When their stomachs were full from all the food they had eaten Aaron insisted to take them to a bar and before Yixing could really recognize what was happening he sat next to Yifan in a dimly lighted bar sipping on a beer while Aaron and Yifan talked about the things they had or hadn’t planned for their future. Aaron knew how to engage Yixing in the conversation though which the youngest of the three was thankful for once again. He wasn’t a very good drinker so while Aaron and Yifan were on their fourth drink Yixing was still sipping on his second and he wasn’t sure if Yifan’s hand on his knee was a coincidence, purposely put there or just an unlucky combination of the two catalyzed by the alcohol. Somewhere between Aaron’s jokes and Yifan’s lame comebacks Yixing excused himself to use the bathroom. As soon as he was out of earshot Aaron cried out:
“Who would’ve thought Kris Wu was able to get such an amazing boyfriend? I’m impressed! What did you pay him?”
“Fuck you too?!” Yifan responded in an offended tone and threw one of the tissues on the table at his friend, “Besides, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Pffff yeah, okay, you can tell that to your mom but I know what’s going on!” Aaron answered and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Seriously. We’re not together.”
“But you wish you two were, riiiiiight?”
Aaron grinned and leaned over the table, pinning his friend down on the spot with just his gaze. When Yifan did not respond, the older one chuckled and leaned over the table.
“You two got my blessings!”
“I don’t need your blessings!” Yifan shot back but Aaron was in such a good mood, nothing Yifan could possibly say was able to get his stupid grin out of his face.
Yifan feared for another comment when Yixing came back, but fortunately Aaron kept his mouth shut about the matter - maybe only because Yifan had kicked against his shin as a warning.
▪▪▪▪
It was three in the morning when Yixing and Yifan were finally sitting in a taxi that brought them back to the hotel. Aaron had forced Yixing to have another few drinks which kind of had sealed the smaller one’s fate and his head sunk into Yifan’s lap, trying to ignore the spinning in his head. Their driver was listening to Taiwanese pop songs that he had never heard and he didn’t understand a single word anyway. Yifan had a chat with the guy behind the wheel while his long fingers ran through Yixing’s hair. He could’ve stayed forever like this - the soothing touch of Yifan’s hands on his head, his voice vibrating in the air when he laughed about one of the driver’s jokes, the movement of the vehicle slowly making him doze off. Yixing’s world was at peace for a moment, until the car stopped and Yifan payed for the ride.
“Get up Yixing, we arrived.” He said and ruffled Yixing’s hair to get him back into reality.
Only reluctantly the other one got up and climbed out of the taxi. He followed Yifan through the lobby into the elevator where he fiddled their room card out of his jacket. He was surprised that he hadn’t lost it, given the fact he had gone way over the top of his alcohol tolerance. Unlike Yixing, Yifan was pretty much sober, which was either a pretty good thing or just the proof that his partying at university had trained his liver very well. Yifan didn’t want to get to the bottom of that question so he took the card out of Yixing’s hands when they stood in front of their room and opened the door. Yixing stumbled in and Yifan chuckled when the younger was wobbly on his knees and crashed onto the bed, spread out over the whole mattress.
“Aaron’s an asshole for getting you this wasted.” Yifan stated and Yixing just groaned into the sheets, which Yifan interpreted as an affirmation.
Maybe it was the taxi ride or the alcohol itself, but as soon as Yifan sat down next to Yixing he sat back up himself. With awfully clumsy movements he managed to hug Yifan from behind and bury his face in the other one’s neck. He needed to build up a little courage, his lips ghosting over it before he pressed them onto Yifan’s sensitive skin while his hands slipped under his shirt. Within seconds he had come to a rather weird decision: It would be either Yifan he’d get intimate with in any kind of way - or nobody. Even though his brain was dulled by those horrible drinks Aaron had invited him to, this was the only thing that came to his mind bright and clearly. Besides, time was running out for them. In less than 48 hours he’d be boarding a plane to his hometown and he’d maybe never have the chance to get close to the older one again. When Yifan realized what was going on, he said:
“Darling, what are you doing?”
He turned around to face the younger one who looked at him with big eyes and he looked awfully like a kicked puppy.
“I… did I do… something wrong?”
“You’re drunk,” Was Yifan’s simple answer while he cupped his face, “I can’t do this under those circumstances.”
Yixing grunted and leaned against Yifan’s chest.
“Look at you, acting like one of those nice guys in the movies…”
Yifan snorted. His thumb caressed Yixing’s cheekbones and he placed a kiss on his crown.
“They get the girl in the end, so there’s that.” He mumbled against Yixing’s hair but the other one wasn’t really convinced.
“You just don’t like me that way.” The younger one responded and sank back into the mattress, embracing the warmth of the bed.
“That is bullshit,” Yifan said and layed next to him. His hands searched for the skin under the fabric of Yixing’s sweatshirt and drew random patterns over it, while he said: “It’s just not the right timing. Like this… You need to sleep your buzz off.”
Sleep seemed very alluring but Yixing was also very stubborn so he did not just give in like that.
“We don’t have the time for that.” He mumbled while he tried to keep his eyes open which failed horribly.
Yifan didn’t say anything at first, because he didn’t know how to properly respond to this. When Yixing was under the impression Yifan had simply not heard or understood him, the older one kissed him gently before he said:
“We’ll have all the time in the world. Promise.”
▪▪▪▪
Yixing was sitting cross-legged on the bed watching Yifan stuffing his clothes back into his suitcase.
“Damnit, how did this fit in when I packed it in Guangzhou?” The older one mumbled and Yixing giggled.
“Maybe try to fold your clothes neatly and then put them into your suitcase.” Yixing suggested - Yifan’s problem was clear as day and Yifan knew that Yixing was right, but he was a chaotic person and his suitcase should be reflecting this so he gave up on it.
“Well look at you, you seem to be well enough again to give out really unnecessary comments!” Yifan shot back with a wink.
Yixing just shrugged his shoulders. When he had woken up this morning he had been feeling horrible. The worst thing was the constant thirst and the headache. And the taste of the drinks of the night on his tongue. They had had the plan to go for some hiking on the so called Elephant Mountain but when Yixing’s first words were merely a suffering whine Yifan had decided to change their plan. After breakfast organized by the older one they had spent a lazy morning on their bed watching TV shows and only in the late afternoon Yixing felt ready to get some fresh air and they had strolled around the neighborhood which had let them to a cozy café where they had been sipping on big mugs of coffee. Yixing had been feeling bad throughout the day because of that but Yifan had told him that he wasn’t too mad about it - they could always come back and take that hike together. Now, after a laid back dinner, they were back in their hotel room and Yifan had been trying to pack his suitcase for ages now.
“I have to put the remaining stuff in tomorrow, it wouldn’t make any sense now anyway!”
He got up and faced Yixing who tried a smile but the corners of his mouth never made it up into that curl. Yifan joined him on the mattress, hugging his knees with his long arms and tilting his head to the side.
“What’s on your mind, Xingie?”
The smaller one shook his head to indicate there was nothing going on but Yifan didn’t buy it and Yixing was very well aware of that. He sighed in defeat.
“It’s over soon.”
Yifan made an unpleased sound at the comment and untangled his feet. He put them over Yixing’s knees and pulled him closer by his hips. Yixing squealed in surprise as he grabbed the thin blanket for some support but he only dragged it with him.
“What makes you think that?”
“Well let me think,” Yixing started with a sarcastic tone in his voice, “Maybe because we are going to leave tomorrow morning. Yeah. That might be it. But I’m not sure, you tell me.”
The snort escaping Yifan’s throat caused Yixing to bristle. Yifan searched for Yixing’s hands, took them in his hand and kissed their backs. Yixing’s heart skipped a beat at the gesture.
“Nothing’s going to be over tomorrow. And not the day after that. Not anytime soon. You should stop thinking like that.” Yifan responded and leaned over to make their foreheads touch.
Yixing’s eyes closed shut but his lips automatically searched for Yifan’s. He would’ve loved to have the reassurance that what Yifan said was true. Not because he thought the other one was lying, but because distance was a hard thing to overcome even in times of Facetime and high speed rail trains.
“No sad thoughts today, okay?”
“Cheesy… but okay.” Yixing heard himself answering which caused Yifan to grunt and press him back into the mattress.
“How can such a pretty person be such a little shit sometimes?”
“I’m sorry!” Yixing apologized and held his hands up in defeat.
Yifan didn’t say anything and sealed his lips again with Yixing’s, trying to get rid of Yixing’s doubts with it. It seemed to work - the smaller one sighed in content when he returned the kiss and threw his arms around Yifan’s broad shoulders. He shuddered when the taller one’s hands slipped under his shirt and touched his skin, caressing his sides. Yifan tried to figure out what was okay so he broke away from Yixing’s lips, even though he didn’t really want to, and tried to phrase a question that may not be labeled as ‘cheesy’ by the other one. The outcome was rather embarrassing:
“So, Yixing… about yesterday… are you… I mean… do you still want to…”
Yifan gave up and groaned at his own incoherence. Yixing smiled though and grabbed Yifan’s hands. He caressed them with his thumbs and looked at Yifan who eyed him in question, not sure what to do. Yixing couldn’t believe how gentle Yifan was, how care- and mindful when he talked to him and how eager he was to not push Yixing to things that might make him feel awkward. It almost physically hurt his heart. He was sure he’d never meet another man like him.
“I do.” He said.
The information passed through to Yifan only slowly. When he had finally understood he had to confirm it one more time.
“Are you sure?”
Yixing nodded and squeezed Yifan’s hands to undermine it. Yifan felt his heartbeat picking up its pace as he leaned over and kissed Yixing one more time before the smaller let go of his hands so he could push up his shirt and ultimately pull it over Yixing’s head. Yifan’s gaze wandered over every single inch of Yixing’s body and Yixing felt awfully exposed and horribly self-aware of his figure and eventual flaws that Yifan might be able to discover.
“You’re beautiful, Yixing.”
He didn’t know what to say, but words weren’t needed when he felt Yifan’s lips on his collarbones that started to discover his exposed skin. The feeling was sensational, something Yixing had never felt before and he soon started to bend his body into the direction of Yifan’s lips and hands to get more of it. Yifan only stopped to get rid of his own shirt that landed on the floor next to them with a dull thud. When he pressed his upper body against Yixing’s and stole another kiss from him, Yixing gasped at the friction between their skin. His hands wandered over Yifan’s back, trying to find a purpose. But then again he didn’t really want them to rest because he wanted to get to know that body pressing its weight onto him as well as possible. Yixing wanted to feel every inch, every outline and be able to recall them later. He wanted to put the feeling on record for when he wouldn’t be able touch Yifan after tomorrow. Yifan started to press his hips against Yixing’s and both felt that neither of them had stayed unaffected. One of Yifan’s hands slid down the other’s upper body and started to carefully stroke the soft and sensitive skin hidden under the elastic waistband of Yixing’s pants and briefs.
“You need to tell me what feels good, do you hear me?” Yifan whispered into Yixing’s ear because talking in a loud volume seemed awfully out of place.
Yixing nodded. He didn’t really know what to expect and he gasped when Yifan’s hand fully slipped under the clothes’ fabric gently touching his half erected dick stroking its complete length. Yixing’s fingernails buried themselves into Yifan’s shoulder but he didn’t mind. The sight of Yixing’s face that seemed flooded with pleasure and the feeling of Yixing’s dick reacting to his hand movements were enough to make him feel so aroused he got awfully aware of how much annoying clothes both of them were still wearing. With a skilled move he pulled Yixing’s pants down which took the younger by surprise. When the clothes had found their shirts company, Yixing felt the blood rushing into his face. He felt so vulnerable in this very moment that he turned his face away from Yifan who chuckled softly before he started to kiss Yixing’s knee that the younger one had pressed together with the the other one to somehow shield himself from the taller one’s gazes. His hands caressed Yixing’s thighs which felt so good Yixing relaxed again and eventually gave in to Yifan who gently spread his legs and kissed himself down his inner thighs. When he was fully placed in Yixing’s lap he used his tongue to lick up his whole length - if Yixing had already thought that Yifan’s hand had been feeling amazing, he had no words for the feeling that shot through his whole body when Yifan handled him with his lips and tongue.
“Oh god…!” Yixing breathed and placed one hand on Yifan’s head, desperately trying to find something to hold on to but his hair was still too short to grab on it.
Yifan smiled while his head went up and down Yixing’s twitching dick and Yixing tried hard to keep the moans under control which more and more escaped his throat. Yixing was sure he wouldn’t last long if Yifan kept going like this.
“Yi… Yifan… huh… I’m… I can’t…”
Forming words was so hard when Yifan made him feel a sort of pleasure he had never experienced before. It felt like the temperature in the room had risen a few degrees in the last few minutes but Yixing’s body still trembled every time Yifan went down on him again, sometimes even using his teeth to tease out another moan of the other. Even though Yixing hadn’t even formed a complete sentence Yifan understood what was going on so he let go of Yixing’s dick and went back up on Yixing’s body, placing what felt like a hundred kisses on his skin until he kissed him once again, this time more demanding and passionate than he had did before. Both moaned into their kiss when their erections brushed against each other and Yixing felt his hips jerking to get more of that friction. He hoped to get any sort of relief out of it but Yifan rolling his hips against his own wasn’t enough for his erection that was desperately twitching at every touch it got. Yifan felt just the same. Yixing’s body seemed to perfectly fit against his own when he pressed his body weight onto him. It was so hard to go this slow when all he wanted to do was to take the next step and make Yixing scream his name in pleasure while he was thrusting into him.
“Xingie,” He breathed against the other’s lips, “I need you to relax now.”
Yixing had an idea of what was about to come when Yifan broke away from him with one last peck on his swollen lips and grabbed his backpack and pulled out a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube, both still in their sealed foil packaging. Yixing kind of immediately knew that Yifan had bought this stuff this morning when he had been out to get Yixing a breakfast to cure his hangover. After a few violent tears Yifan had managed to open the utensils and Yixing finally caught a glimpse of Yifan’s full erection. He had to be honest, he had expected Yifan to have a certain size, but he immediately started to wonder how this could possibly fit anywhere - and especially fit into him.
“You’ll be fine, I’ll take care of you,” Yifan reassured him and kissed Yixing’s hand before he opened the lubricant bottle and put a generous amount of the liquid over his fingers, maybe even more than he’d normally use, “Trust me.”
“I do.” Yixing managed to squeeze out which made Yifan smile and he leaned over to kiss Yixing’s neck and to distract him from his fingers that were circling around Yixing’s entrance.
When he inserted his first finger, Yixing felt simply awkward. It did hurt, but that was manageable as long as Yifan’s lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of his neck. The second finger that followed was worse and Yixing whimpered when Yifan slowly slided in and out, occasionally (but carefully) scissoring him open.
“It’s okay, take your time. Take a deep breath. Relax.” Yifan ordered and Yixing tried to do just that but he wasn’t used to any of this so his body naturally reacted with tense muscles.
Yixing half expected Yifan to get annoyed but Yifan was keen to make the young man under him feel good so he used his other hand to stroke Yixing’s inner thighs. At times it brushed over Yixing’s dick which had the desired effect of the other one giving into the pleasure and relaxing his body. He even slowly started to move his hips as soon as he gotten used to the feeling, as soon as he realized how good all of this actually felt. The third finger made Yixing wonder just how much more Yifan could be stretching him out, but the pain faded after a while and Yixing was finally fully enjoying the friction of Yifan’s fingers against his walls and he synchronized his movements with the pace of the rhythm that Yifan was setting. He soon felt like he needed Yifan to go even deeper. He needed more.
“Yifan… please…” Yixing moaned and sunk back down on his fingers.
There were no more words needed. Yifan sighed in relief and hurried to get the condom and more lube on his own erection that badly needed some attention cause it had been awfully neglected the whole time. Yifan placed himself back between Yixing’s spread legs. With a last heated kiss Yifan started to slowly push into Yixing who had never expected the difference between Yifan’s fingers and his dick to be that much. The pain gushing through his lower body was inexplicable and even though he didn’t want to he let out a small scream of pain.
“Ssh, I know, I know,” Yifan said and kissed the other’s cheeks, “Relax, please. You’re doing so amazing, baby.”
Yixing didn’t quite believe him and he whimpered because he thought he’d not be able to take it. But then again there were Yifan’s hands and lips distracting him from the pain in his backside, and Yifan himself who whispered the sweetest things into his ear to encourage him to keep going. When Yifan was fully inside of Yixing he had a hard time to not start moving immediately even though the heat around his dick was almost unbearable. He waited for Yixing to adjust to the stretch while he sucked and nibbled at Yixing’s neck. Yixing had to take a few deep breaths before he gave Yifan a nod as soon as he thought he was ready for some movement. Yifan intertwined one of his hands with one of Yixing’s and held onto him, a gesture which made Yixing’s heart almost burst. He then started to experimentally rock his hips, giving Yixing a small taste of what was to come. Yifan watched Yixing closely and got encouraged to move some more when traces of pleasure flickered across his face. When the smaller finally bit his lips and moaned in pleasure Yifan pulled almost out completely only to thrust right back into him with more force than before. Yixing opened his mouth in surprised but the look on his face told the older one that he wanted him to do that again. Yifan adjusted his angle a little and went a few times more until he had finally hit the spot inside of Yixing that made him throw his head back into the sheets of the bed and let out a long moan.
“That… uuuuuuh… I… aaaaah…”
Yifan didn’t even give him a chance to finish as he kept pulling out and pushing right back in, picking up the pace as he felt like he couldn’t handle any more himself. Yixing didn’t hold back his moans and screams of pleasure - this was just exactly what he wanted and so badly needed. Yifan inside of him, all over him, making him feel like he never had before. When Yifan’s hips collided with Yixing’s body he pushed his own hips forward to increase the friction between them and he got pushed a little more over the edge until he just knew he wouldn’t stand one more thrust.
“I’m so close - oh - GOD!”
There was one final push that made Yixing reach his climax. He pressed his whole body against Yifan and cried out his name which caused Yifan to come too since Yixing moving in accordance to his movements was just so good and the fact that it had been him filling Yixing up so well only intensified the amazing feeling of his dick grinding against Yixing’s inside. With a last loud moan he came while Yixing sunk back into the mattress. Yifan cupped Yixing’s face and placed small kisses on those lips he had sucked and nibbled on before to sooth them a little. While doing so, he still rocked his hips and Yixing was somehow thankful for that. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for Yifan to pull out already - he wanted to enjoy the moment a little bit longer. To know that in this very moment, he was closer to Yifan than he had been to anyone else. He put his arms around Yifan to press his body against the other’s. They didn’t say anything until Yifan pulled out of Yixing at last and left an empty feeling inside of the younger one that eventually wandered from his lower back into his chest and he felt like crying. Yifan threw the condom away and quickly returned to Yixing who stared at the ceiling and tried to understand what was going on with him. The elder kissed his forehead and said:
“Come on, let’s get you clean.”
Only now Yixing realized that he had cum all over his upper body and he tried to hide the blush appearing once again on his face. Yifan was considerate enough to not mention it and pulled Yixing up to lead him into the bathroom and under the shower. The water had a pleasant temperature but Yixing still felt cold when the water drippled over his exhausted body. He stood there for a minute and then he felt Yifan’s arms that hugged him from behind and pulled him close. It was almost like Yifan was holding him together, preventing him from pouring himself onto the bottom of the bathtub. The taller one gently pressed his lips on his shoulder. Then he said:
“I’m yours, Yixing.”
When he had finished this sentence, the gnawing unpleasant feeling washed away with the water pouring over their bodies. Yixing grabbed Yifan’s arms and pulled them a little closer around himself.
▪▪▪▪
Airports were probably witnesses to the most honest kisses and hugs between parting and reuniting people. At least that’s what Yixing thought when he followed Yifan through the security check and caught a glimpse of a young girl bidding goodbye to her family and boyfriend. They carried a poster, saying “Good Luck in America, Xiaoyu!” and while the girl took big and excited steps to the check in, her loved ones waved her goodbye, choking back the tears the parting caused them. Yixing was glad he didn’t have to do that. Keep standing in the departure hall and helplessly watching Yifan disappear for the gates. He was glad there was still some time.
Both of them had barely slept last night. They had stayed tucked in under their blankets, tangled up with each other, sharing kisses, Yifan occasionally whispering sweet nothings into Yixing’s ear which caused the younger one bury his head in Yifan’s chest to not look at him. They had stayed like this for as long as possible before they got going with heavy feet and hearts to catch a taxi to the airport. Yixing’s flight would be leaving about an hour earlier as Yifan’s and they still had some time, but Yixing didn’t feel like eating so they simply sat down at the gate where the plane to Changsha was already in position and you could see airport staff loading suitcases into the machine. Yixing turned away because he didn’t want to see this.
“What about a selfie for Tumblr?” Yifan asked and Yixing rolled his eyes.
“Seriously?”
“Come on, don’t be a buzzkill!”
Yifan pulled him closer and held up his phone. Yixing gave in and tried hard to force a nice looking smile on his lips.
“Ready?” Yifan asked when he had placed the camera into an angle that he was content with.
Yixing murmured something the other didn’t quite catch. He interpreted this as a ‘yes’ and before he clicked the release he gave Yixing a kiss on the cheek, causing Yixing to squeal in surprise. When he saw the camera had captured this exact moment, he announced:
“Perfect! This is going up on my blog!”
“You are horrible,” Yixing responded but couldn’t really bring himself to be mad at Yifan, “At least do not tag it with shit like ‘I tapped that ass’ or something…”
“I might just do that!” Yifan responded with a smug smile.
“Don’t you DARE!!” Yixing cried out and hit Yifan’s shoulder.
“Okay, no I won’t.”
Yixing wasn’t allowed to look what Yifan was typing though. Yifan told him to only look when he was back in Changsha which Yixing found extraordinarily lame but he granted Yifan’s wish and refrained from trying to catch a glimpse at the tags over the taller one’s shoulder. When Yifan was done updating his blog he let his phone slip back into the pocket of his jeans and threw an arm around Yixing. There was a middle aged man sitting opposite of them that shot them a rather awkward look but Yifan didn’t seem to care.
“I’ve got an amazing idea,” He suddenly said, “Let’s not board those airplanes.”
“Pfff, and then do what? Live at the Gate 21 at Taoyuan International Airport?” Yixing retorted sarcastically.
Yifan clicked his tongue and shook his head as if Yixing was missing a crucial point. His grip around Yixing’s shoulder got tighter and he leaned in closer to him.
“No, of course not! What I meant that we don’t board our airplanes but another airplane together. Like, there’s one leaving for London soon. Let’s have a roadtrip through Europe!”
Yixing snorted at Yifan’s crazy proposal.
“What, do you think I’m joking? I mean it! Just imagine: You, me and a car.”
“I don’t have a driver’s license.” Yixing interrupted but Yifan had an answer to everything.
“I do, but that’s not the point right now that I’m trying to make. Think of the things we could see. The places we could go! Not only London… Prague, Berlin, Rome, Paris, Madrid… doesn’t really matter where though, we’d be totally free to choose where to go when to go without anyone telling us to do so.”
“So what, you’re just going to rent a van and drive around Europe and at night we roll out our sleeping bags in the back of the van?”
“I’m pretty sure van sex can be a good thing.”
“YOU!!”
Yixing shot up and took a panic fueled look around to check whether or not anyone had heard that. In the end, it was him that had to be enduring a flight with a lot of judgmental people staring at him and that was the last thing he needed. It seemed like nobody had heard though and he relaxed a little.
“So?” Yifan asked with a huge grin on his face.
Yixing didn’t answer at first and thought of a good thing to say. His eyes locked with the monitor that was placed over the entrance to the jet bridge where an Air China staff member was already starting to set everything up for boarding.
“I’m in. If you can get my luggage out of that airplane and two tickets for that flight to London within the next ten minutes, I’m in.”
Yifan grunted.
“I haven’t thought that one through, haven’t I?”
“Nope. You haven’t.”
The older one sighed and gave up.
“Okay, then we’ll postpone that to later.” He shrugged his shoulders and right in that moment there was an announcement that the boarding for Yixing’s flight would be starting in a few minutes.
Around them, most people jumped up to get in line, but Yixing remained seated, wishing that time would stop for another few minutes.
“Alright we need to get this over with,” Yifan murmured, “I better get going to my gate anyways.”
Yixing sensed that Yifan tried to keep his cool and acted like none of this was affecting him but the way his voice had cracked and he nervously cleared his throat, how he buried his fingernails in Yixing’s coat and how he didn’t dare to uphold any eye contact spoke another language. It was oddly comforting to know that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t really know what to do. They got up and Yixing stood in line while Yifan slowly let go of his shoulder and Yixing immediately missed it.
“Hey Xingie,” Yifan said after rambling some lame goodbye jokes, “Wanna piss some people off?”
“What do you mean with th-“
He couldn’t even finished the sentence since Yifan just crashed his lips against Yixing’s. Yixing tried to protest but none of it was any use and after what felt like an eternity Yifan broke away and said:
“You better write me when you’re home or I’ll drag your ass down to Guangzhou.”
“Don’t be such a drama queen all the time!” Yixing whined but promised to do so.
When Yifan had finally left the gate with one last kiss and one last goodbye Yixing’s gaze met the one of the young woman behind him who just grinned.
“Sorry about that. He’s an idiot.” Yixing mumbled while he tried to hide his own smile.
“It’s okay, really.” She answered with a wink and Yixing turned around to fumble his ticket and passport out of his bag.
He spent the flight in a weird state between being overjoyed about what happened and being sorrowful about it at the same time. He couldn’t quite put it into proper perspective, not on the flight, not when he landed in Changsha, not when he took the bus to his apartment and not when he opened the apartment door and Luhan greeted him cheerfully with a huge bowl of Jiaozi on his lap while he was sitting on the sofa watching a weird historical drama on Hunan TV.
“How was it?” He asked eyes glued to the TV while Yixing dragged his luggage into his room.
“Great!” Yixing simply said and Luhan told him that as soon as he’d be finished watching his show, he’d want to see some pictures and hear some stories and Yixing was okay with it.
While Luhan was binging on his show he took the time to unpack his clothes and check his phone. He was almost rolling his eyes in annoyance when he saw all the notes popping up on his phone as soon as the wifi was stable enough to uphold a proper connection. But then he remembered that selfie and how Yifan was acting jumpy about it so he decided to go check on that.
I feel blessed.
#the adventures of xingie and egghead #yixing did not allow me to tag this with ‘I tapped that ass’ sorry peeps #what am I gonna do with my life in guangzhou now #there’s no xingie so there’s no purpose I’M CHEESY GIVE ME A MINUTE #i’m still taking donations just so you know #i’m gonna give you guys another chance #you can still fund our wedding :))))) #anyone donating is getting an invitation of course!
There was a long squeal coming out of Yixing’s throat as he immediately opened his Wechat and typed a message.
You are the lamest idiot to wander this earth!!!
He actually didn’t want to add any more to it and wanted to leave it like this so Yifan would maybe learn a little lesson but he was too soft hearted.
At least you’re my idiot. But I SWEAR TO GOD. LOSE THOSE TAGS.
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A roaring grunt made Yixing shoot up from his delirium that he had spent in for the last twenty minutes. He needed a second to collect every information and make sense of the reality unfolding in front of his eyes: He was on the couch that stood in the living room of the apartment he had been living in for the last three years now. Yifan sat on the other side of the couch, his feet awkwardly entangled with Yixing’s, laptop sitting on his lap. When he realized he had woken the younger one up he shot him an apologetic smile.
“Sorry darling!”
“What’s wrong?” Yixing asked while he untangled his feet.
“Stupid people on Tumblr are at it again.”
Yixing rolled his eyes. Yifan would never give up his blog, unlike him who had, slowly but surely, decreased his Tumblr activity and eventually had stopped caring about it at all. He wasn’t even sure if his blog was still up or if the staff had deleted it already.
“I mean seriously,” Yifan nagged, “I’m still getting sent congratulations like… ugh.”
The older one closed his laptop and tossed it onto the table in front of the couch while Yixing giggled.
“That’s like that random post about that toaster… do you remember? That one person posted that their mother had bought a new toaster and everybody was congratulating them on getting that thing for three years or something.”
Yifan tilted his head and frowned.
“Xingie, are you comparing our marriage to a freaking toaster?”
“I’m just saying,” Yixing said and let out a yawn while he sunk back into the pillow of the couch, “Maybe reblog that one post were you had to tell everyone and their dog about how I said yes to your stupid marriage proposal even though you have lost the ring at the beach and tell them to stop sending you messages about it.”
“You are going to hold this against me for the rest of our lives, right?” Yifan asked and turned around to lie down next to Yixing.
Their couch wasn’t really made for two people next to each other so Yifan pulled his husband over his chest so he was half lying on him.
“I’m not going to stop about that anytime soon, nope.” Yixing simply answered.
“Little brat.”
When Yixing didn’t say anything Yifan grabbed his phone on the table and started to scroll through his blog looking for the entry Yixing had been talking about.
The last years had been very crazy. Yifan had kept his promise to visit Yixing in Changsha and they had spent endless amounts of money on high speed train tickets for the next half year to see each other. During semester vacation the two had been travelling around China and when that hadn’t been enough anymore they finally had realized Yifan’s great plan about Europe and the road trip. And the van sex. Afterwards they had gotten back to China via Canada to visit Yifan’s mother where the next crazy idea had been born and Yifan moved back to Vancouver to be closer to his mother while Yixing gladly followed him. His family hadn’t really approved of their only son to move this far away, especially to be with another man, but he hadn’t listened to their concerns which had turned out to be his best decision so far. He had gotten a job as a translator while Yifan was working for a law firm. And since it was possible for them to legally get married, Yifan had proposed to Yixing on their vacation in Brazil. Needless to say he had fucked it up completely because when he had taken out the ring he did it with too much force, it slipped out of his nervous and sweaty hands and was lost for two hours at the beach. Yixing had cursed Yifan’s ass for it because they were crawling through the sand for an eternity for that ring, but he found the story so funny he was mentioning it every time there was the opportunity to do so. Yixing grinned while he thought of it and looked up into Yifan’s phone. He had found the post and reblogged it with a new message.
MR-FanXianSheng
I’M A MESS. I’M A FUCKING MESS. SO I WAS ABOUT TO PROPOSE TO YIXING RIGHT? AND I LOST THE FUCKING RING. I FUCKING LOST THE RING AT THE BEACH SOMEWHERE IN BRAZIL. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
I FEEL SO BLESSED THAT THIS MAN STILL SAID YES. I AM SUCH A FAILURE.
I DO NOT DESERVE HIM.
MR-FanXianSheng
GUYS IT’S BEEN A YEAR NOW. Stop sending me messages about this matter. Stop asking me about how our wedding night was. It was great! He is great! Everything is great!
#of course he’s still holding that proposal against me #but so far we’re not talking about divorce so I’d say things are going well so far #he’s still putting up with me phewwww #the adventures of xingie and egghead
“What did I say about those horrible tags of yours?” Yixing butted in but Yifan had already hit the reblog button.
“Come on, they’re funny!”
Yixing snorted into Yifan’s shirt and snuggled into his chest to continue his Sunday afternoon nap. He heard Yifan mumbling something about how Yixing surely would tell their hypothetical children about how these tags made Yixing like him in the first days - if he wouldn’t have been half asleep again already he would’ve protested and maybe asked Yifan if he even knew what ‘hypothetical’ meant, but instead he just patted Yifan’s cheek and said:
“Sure, honey.”
Rating: NC-17
Length: 20,466 words
Warnings: none, except for maybe the huge amount of fluff at the end that might make people want to gag?
Summary: Yifan and Yixing were meeting for the first time. They both got talking on Tumblr and then started their Skype and texting friendship soon after, however, the lines between friends and something more often got blurred.
Notes: I butchered the prompt and I’m sorry for it. I never intended for it to become 20K but here we are. Sorry in advance. It just - happened.
{part 1}
They spent the morning and noon doing a lot of sightseeing which inevitably meant they were doing a lot of walking. Walking from one bus or metro station to another, walking through temples since Yifan was curious about the architecture in Taiwan (which Yixing really did not understand since he couldn’t tell the difference between a Taiwanese temple and a temple from the Mainland - but with Yifan he discovered that he was very ignorant of a lot of things so he did not say anything), walking through piles of tourist groups to the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall, walking until Yixing had the feeling his feet were nonexistent anymore. The only thing that made all this walking bearable was Yifan who sneakily seized every opportunity to touch Yixing - when a group of Mainland tourists threatened to split them up because they just walked right through them, he grabbed Yixing’s hand and held onto it until the group was gone. When they stood in a crowded bus he held Yixing’s shoulder under the pretense to prevent the other one from losing his balance. He leaned into Yixing in every selfie more than necessary - and he demanded a lot of them. Yixing didn’t mind. Yifan’s touches felt nice and natural, it was almost like Yifan’s hand was meant to be pulling him up from benches where he was taking a rest on or Yifan had never been doing anything else in his life but encouraging Yixing to climb up the nth staircase to a temple with a bright smile.
After lunch they had decided to get up to the Taipei 101 observatory, even though the entrance fee was pretty expensive for two students like them. It had been some kind of struggle to finally get up there, but after they had managed to find the right way from the mall to the observatory they were more than glad to get up there - the weather was bright and clear which gave them an amazing view over the city. Yifan got way too excited and spent so much time on taking pictures he completely forgot Yixing who was leaning against the glass staring down onto the skyscrapers that suddenly seemed very small. He didn’t know how long he spent standing there lamenting about his life until Yifan came back with a pout on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Yixing asked.
“My card is full…”
The comment made Yixing snort.
“You have already taken THAT many pictures??”
“Obviously!”
Yifan leaned next to Yixing against the glass of one of the big windows and kept searching in his bag for an additional memory card. Yixing chuckled when he watched the taller one exchanging the cards with skilled movements. When he was done and the full memory card was safely stored in his bag, Yifan asked:
“Are you okay? I mean… do you like it so far?”
Yixing nodded.
“Are you sure or are you just saying that so I will shut up?”
A giggle escaped Yixing’s throat which made Yifan crack a smile himself while he looked at all the buttons of his camera. Some of the symbols started to fade already because he used them way too often.
“It’s great,” Yixing said and added after a moment of thinking, “I’d love to have more time here.”
“Yeah, that kind of sucks.” Yifan responded.
They didn’t speak a word and watched the other visitors crawling from one window to the next to take a picture that would look just like the other one they had taken a few seconds before.
“But I guess your family will miss you when you’re not going to return.” Yifan joked and Yixing just scoffed, causing Yifan to raise an eyebrow in question.
Yixing just shook his head and turned around to face the city again.
“It’s complicated.”
“I like complicated.”
The younger one sighed and stayed silent. Yifan waited for an explanation and right when he thought that Yixing wouldn’t say anything Yixing opened his mouth to talk.
“Let’s say they are not as accepting of me as I wish they were.”
Yifan frowned, indicating he should continue.
“It’s… Okay, so, I came out to them a long time ago about… you know, not liking girls and that stuff. I thought it would make things better… like, they would stop asking me to bring home a girlfriend for New Year’s, I mean, I think you know the deal… well, it didn’t make things better. If not, they even got worse.”
“Wait, what do you mean with ‘it’s gotten worse’?”
Yifan leaned a little into Yixing, though he was not touching him. The gesture comforted Yixing even though he didn’t know exactly why.
“My dad just blocks the info out. Every time I visit them he still asks me if I have met a nice girl who could become my girlfriend. I tried to tell him every time but he just… I don’t know… he just ignores it so I gave up on correcting him and just tell him ‘No, I haven’t met anyone’. My mother has kind of accepted it, but she insists on me marrying anyways. She’s read a lot of things on the internet and found out that a lot of homosexuals get into heterosexual marriages and have a family anyway. She told me she expects me to just do that.”
Yifan’s face fell in horror while Yixing just managed to crack a sad smile. He had never told anyone about this. It felt weird to get it off his chest.
“That is a horrible thing to say to your only child!” Yifan exclaimed and was thinking hard of any words of comfort but nothing came to his mind.
“I know. I don’t think she means it like that though. If you keep up a façade of a normal life people will not ask questions all the time. I don’t know. It’s a weird situation. Which kind of explains why I never want to go to Yongzhou but I have to go there every now and then.”
Yixing felt like ranting a little more about his family but wasn’t sure if Yifan wanted to hear any of it. He shot him an uneasy look but the taller one just squeezed his arm, which was the gesture that told him it was okay to continue.
“So… my grandmother is very sick and we all expect her to die this year. She’s the reason why my parents left Changsha and moved to Yongzhou where she lives. I stayed in Changsha for my studies and got a little more freedom. But as soon as my grandmother will be no more, my parents will sell her house and move back to Changsha since my mother hates Yongzhou very much. They sort of expect me to move back in with them but I really don’t feel like allowing them to take over my life like this again.”
“Uuuuuuugh Chinese parents are so annoying,” Yifan rolled his eyes, “Like, in Canada you’re expected to move out more sooner than later. I’m glad my mom adapted to that kind of thinking.”
“She’s still in Canada, right?”
Yifan nodded.
“I left for Guangzhou because I wanted to kind of… reconnect with my roots? I don’t know it’s weird. My mother has a new life in Canada and doesn’t really want to go back to China so she just told me to pack my things and do my thing. She’s pretty chill. The only thing she demands are regular Facetime sessions.” Yifan explained while shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal.
In Yixing’s opinion, it was. It was a big deal that Yifan’s mother had let her son go just like that and let him live his own life. It felt so surreal since everyone he knew had parents that shared his parents’ mindset. He had friends that were in their late twenties and still lived in the same rooms they had spent their childhood and teenage years in.
“Does your mother know?” He asked and Yifan chuckled, not needing any explanation what exactly his mother should know.
“She knew before even I had made up my mind. When I told her she was like ‘Yes I know, now go eat your dinner and stop causing such a drama about it, you’re my son and I love you’ and that was about it. Like I said: She’s pretty chill.”
Yixing tried out a weak smile to indicate he was happy for Yifan that it had been quite uncomplicated for him. Yifan put his arm around Yixing and pulled him close. Their temples touched and the taller one whispered:
“If necessary, I’ll just take you with me to Canada.”
There was a moment when Yixing thought nothing in particular but then he just slipped out a simple “Okay” and he didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he had ever dreamed about getting away. And still. Yifan had made it sound so easy.
“Speaking of Canada,” the taller one raised his voice and withdrew a little to give Yixing more space again, “We’re going to meet a friend of mine tonight.”
“Huh?”
“I know I haven’t told you - I kind of just made the plan while I was waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel…” Yifan apologized with a crooked smile hoping Yixing wouldn’t be intimidated, “But he’s really nice. He was the only other Asian guy in my street when I was in Canada so we became friends. He came to Taipei when I left for Guangzhou and he’s going to meet us at Shilin Night Market… only if you’re cool with it!”
Yixing agreed under the condition they’d reduce the walking a little. Yifan laughed and they decided to get back to the hotel, let Yixing rest for two hours and then get going to the night market where they’d meet Yifan’s friend who went by the English name Aaron. Yixing wasn’t really prepared to meet other people, yet spend the precious limited time alone with Yifan with another person but when Yixing had agreed Yifan had gotten overly excited to meet his old friend after two years again so he tried to keep his cool. Maybe this Aaron guy was pretty cool and fun to hang out with after all.
The trip from their hotel to the entrance of the night market took about half an hour and the closer they got the more people roamed the streets. The peak time for night markets was somewhere between seven and eleven pm and they arrived just in time for the start of it.
“Stay close to me.” Yifan ordered as they got out of Jiantan Station and a group of giggling teenage girls had swarmed past them.
Yixing sighed and linked his arm with Yifan’s.
“This close?”
Yifan grinned and mumbled something that sounded like “Well I am not complaining…” but Yixing let the comment pass as they fought their way to the entrance. Yifan kept looking for his friend and when he saw him, he cried out:
“Aaron!!”
Aaron looked up from his cellphone. He was about Yixing’s size, with pitch black hair and a very slim body. When he recognized Yifan, he showed a perfect boyish grin that immediately reached his eyes.
“Kris!”
“Wait… Kris…?” Yixing asked as they approached him and Yifan winced as if Yixing had caught him doing something naughty.
“I… well… that’s what people call me in Canada.” He explained quickly before he let go of Yixing and fell into Aaron’s arms who started to rant away in English.
“Have you grown taller over the last two years?!” He asked when Yifan’s body crashed against his and they shared a big hug while Yixing stood a little offside.
“No, you’ve become smaller, definitely!” Yifan responded and Aaron slapped his back hard for that comment.
“Asshole!”
They let go of each other and Yifan said:
“Aaron, meet Yixing.”
Yifan must have told Aaron about him, because he didn’t seem to be surprised. His eyes widened and he offered his right hand which Yixing took and tried to return the smile, even though he was sure it wasn’t as bright as the other guy’s.
“Nice to meet you! Is this your first time in Taipei?”
“Ummm… yeah. It is.”
“Great!” Aaron cried out and threw an arm around him to drag him into the market, “I’m going to show you guys the best stuff! I’ve made a list what we’re going to eat! I hope you came with an empty stomach!”
“Aaron you big ray of sunshine, don’t scare Yixing away in the first five minutes, okay?”
Aaron rolled his eyes and promised to behave. Yixing didn’t really know how to cope with Aaron’s bright personality but he figured that it was better this way - he’d rather answer Aaron’s questions (“So, Changsha, huh? You must eat spicy food, right? I know a stand with spicy stuff!” - “You dance? Wooow, what kind of style?” - “What was your favorite part of Taipei so far?”) than being the third wheel and left out in conversations. While they strolled across the market and munched on Coffin Bread, tried out Black Pepper Buns and sipped on big cups of Papaya Milk Aaron and Yifan entertained Yixing with stories from their childhood and how they had teamed up not because they both had been Asian living in a street dominated by white people (they had almost been neighbors) but because both their last names were Wu. Aaron’s actual name was Wu Genglin and they had been known as the “Wu Brothers” at their school, even though they weren’t related in any kind of way. Aaron was two years older and when Yifan had been picked on by other kids, because he had been very chubby and clumsy as a kid, Aaron was there to defend him against those bullies.
“It was horrible, he ran into trouble almost every day at the playground.” Aaron said and Yifan cried out:
“Could you cut it? I have an image to maintain in front of Yixing!”
“Pfff, what kind of image, little brother? Are you still trying to mimic the cool guy?” The oldest of the three asked and squished Yifan’s cheek. He then turned to Yixing and explained:
“Our Yifan is such a softie but he acts oh so tough in front of others… he’s even trying that scheme with me although I have always been the one to dry his tears. He’s such a crybaby.”
“That’s IT!” Yifan screamed, emptied his drink and walked away to look for a waste bin.
Aaron chuckled and Yixing followed Yifan to check on him.
“You’re not really mad, aren’t you?” He asked when Yifan tried to fit his plastic cup into the overfilled trashcan.
He gave up when the cup fell off the pile of other cups, paper plates and leftover food and landed in front of his feet.
“He’s exaggerating, okay?” Was Yifan’s only response.
Yixing sighed, leaned against the taller one and said:
“It’s okay, I won’t tell your Tumblr followers about it. I’ll keep up your image.”
Yifan really wanted to answer that with a quick-witted comment but the words got stuck in his throat while Yixing chuckled.
“Here, take this, I don’t want any more.”
Yixing shoved his cup of Papaya Milk into Yifan’s hand.
“Don’t you like it?” Yifan asked.
“It’s good, but not the second coming of Jesus either. Take it.”
Yifan shrugged his shoulders and sucked at the straw to take a sip as they got back to Aaron who told Yifan that he was sorry and would stop talking about embarrassing moments of their childhood. When he said he’d be treating him to a big bowl of shaved ice with his favorite flavor, Yifan did indeed forgive him.
“That’s how you win his heart over, Yixing,” Aaron whispered when they got in line and Yifan was still figuring out what kind of topping he wanted with his ice cream, “Just treat him to food once in a while and he’s as mild as a dove.”
“I’ll remember that, thank you.” Yixing answered in a joking way.
When their stomachs were full from all the food they had eaten Aaron insisted to take them to a bar and before Yixing could really recognize what was happening he sat next to Yifan in a dimly lighted bar sipping on a beer while Aaron and Yifan talked about the things they had or hadn’t planned for their future. Aaron knew how to engage Yixing in the conversation though which the youngest of the three was thankful for once again. He wasn’t a very good drinker so while Aaron and Yifan were on their fourth drink Yixing was still sipping on his second and he wasn’t sure if Yifan’s hand on his knee was a coincidence, purposely put there or just an unlucky combination of the two catalyzed by the alcohol. Somewhere between Aaron’s jokes and Yifan’s lame comebacks Yixing excused himself to use the bathroom. As soon as he was out of earshot Aaron cried out:
“Who would’ve thought Kris Wu was able to get such an amazing boyfriend? I’m impressed! What did you pay him?”
“Fuck you too?!” Yifan responded in an offended tone and threw one of the tissues on the table at his friend, “Besides, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Pffff yeah, okay, you can tell that to your mom but I know what’s going on!” Aaron answered and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Seriously. We’re not together.”
“But you wish you two were, riiiiiight?”
Aaron grinned and leaned over the table, pinning his friend down on the spot with just his gaze. When Yifan did not respond, the older one chuckled and leaned over the table.
“You two got my blessings!”
“I don’t need your blessings!” Yifan shot back but Aaron was in such a good mood, nothing Yifan could possibly say was able to get his stupid grin out of his face.
Yifan feared for another comment when Yixing came back, but fortunately Aaron kept his mouth shut about the matter - maybe only because Yifan had kicked against his shin as a warning.
▪▪▪▪
It was three in the morning when Yixing and Yifan were finally sitting in a taxi that brought them back to the hotel. Aaron had forced Yixing to have another few drinks which kind of had sealed the smaller one’s fate and his head sunk into Yifan’s lap, trying to ignore the spinning in his head. Their driver was listening to Taiwanese pop songs that he had never heard and he didn’t understand a single word anyway. Yifan had a chat with the guy behind the wheel while his long fingers ran through Yixing’s hair. He could’ve stayed forever like this - the soothing touch of Yifan’s hands on his head, his voice vibrating in the air when he laughed about one of the driver’s jokes, the movement of the vehicle slowly making him doze off. Yixing’s world was at peace for a moment, until the car stopped and Yifan payed for the ride.
“Get up Yixing, we arrived.” He said and ruffled Yixing’s hair to get him back into reality.
Only reluctantly the other one got up and climbed out of the taxi. He followed Yifan through the lobby into the elevator where he fiddled their room card out of his jacket. He was surprised that he hadn’t lost it, given the fact he had gone way over the top of his alcohol tolerance. Unlike Yixing, Yifan was pretty much sober, which was either a pretty good thing or just the proof that his partying at university had trained his liver very well. Yifan didn’t want to get to the bottom of that question so he took the card out of Yixing’s hands when they stood in front of their room and opened the door. Yixing stumbled in and Yifan chuckled when the younger was wobbly on his knees and crashed onto the bed, spread out over the whole mattress.
“Aaron’s an asshole for getting you this wasted.” Yifan stated and Yixing just groaned into the sheets, which Yifan interpreted as an affirmation.
Maybe it was the taxi ride or the alcohol itself, but as soon as Yifan sat down next to Yixing he sat back up himself. With awfully clumsy movements he managed to hug Yifan from behind and bury his face in the other one’s neck. He needed to build up a little courage, his lips ghosting over it before he pressed them onto Yifan’s sensitive skin while his hands slipped under his shirt. Within seconds he had come to a rather weird decision: It would be either Yifan he’d get intimate with in any kind of way - or nobody. Even though his brain was dulled by those horrible drinks Aaron had invited him to, this was the only thing that came to his mind bright and clearly. Besides, time was running out for them. In less than 48 hours he’d be boarding a plane to his hometown and he’d maybe never have the chance to get close to the older one again. When Yifan realized what was going on, he said:
“Darling, what are you doing?”
He turned around to face the younger one who looked at him with big eyes and he looked awfully like a kicked puppy.
“I… did I do… something wrong?”
“You’re drunk,” Was Yifan’s simple answer while he cupped his face, “I can’t do this under those circumstances.”
Yixing grunted and leaned against Yifan’s chest.
“Look at you, acting like one of those nice guys in the movies…”
Yifan snorted. His thumb caressed Yixing’s cheekbones and he placed a kiss on his crown.
“They get the girl in the end, so there’s that.” He mumbled against Yixing’s hair but the other one wasn’t really convinced.
“You just don’t like me that way.” The younger one responded and sank back into the mattress, embracing the warmth of the bed.
“That is bullshit,” Yifan said and layed next to him. His hands searched for the skin under the fabric of Yixing’s sweatshirt and drew random patterns over it, while he said: “It’s just not the right timing. Like this… You need to sleep your buzz off.”
Sleep seemed very alluring but Yixing was also very stubborn so he did not just give in like that.
“We don’t have the time for that.” He mumbled while he tried to keep his eyes open which failed horribly.
Yifan didn’t say anything at first, because he didn’t know how to properly respond to this. When Yixing was under the impression Yifan had simply not heard or understood him, the older one kissed him gently before he said:
“We’ll have all the time in the world. Promise.”
▪▪▪▪
Yixing was sitting cross-legged on the bed watching Yifan stuffing his clothes back into his suitcase.
“Damnit, how did this fit in when I packed it in Guangzhou?” The older one mumbled and Yixing giggled.
“Maybe try to fold your clothes neatly and then put them into your suitcase.” Yixing suggested - Yifan’s problem was clear as day and Yifan knew that Yixing was right, but he was a chaotic person and his suitcase should be reflecting this so he gave up on it.
“Well look at you, you seem to be well enough again to give out really unnecessary comments!” Yifan shot back with a wink.
Yixing just shrugged his shoulders. When he had woken up this morning he had been feeling horrible. The worst thing was the constant thirst and the headache. And the taste of the drinks of the night on his tongue. They had had the plan to go for some hiking on the so called Elephant Mountain but when Yixing’s first words were merely a suffering whine Yifan had decided to change their plan. After breakfast organized by the older one they had spent a lazy morning on their bed watching TV shows and only in the late afternoon Yixing felt ready to get some fresh air and they had strolled around the neighborhood which had let them to a cozy café where they had been sipping on big mugs of coffee. Yixing had been feeling bad throughout the day because of that but Yifan had told him that he wasn’t too mad about it - they could always come back and take that hike together. Now, after a laid back dinner, they were back in their hotel room and Yifan had been trying to pack his suitcase for ages now.
“I have to put the remaining stuff in tomorrow, it wouldn’t make any sense now anyway!”
He got up and faced Yixing who tried a smile but the corners of his mouth never made it up into that curl. Yifan joined him on the mattress, hugging his knees with his long arms and tilting his head to the side.
“What’s on your mind, Xingie?”
The smaller one shook his head to indicate there was nothing going on but Yifan didn’t buy it and Yixing was very well aware of that. He sighed in defeat.
“It’s over soon.”
Yifan made an unpleased sound at the comment and untangled his feet. He put them over Yixing’s knees and pulled him closer by his hips. Yixing squealed in surprise as he grabbed the thin blanket for some support but he only dragged it with him.
“What makes you think that?”
“Well let me think,” Yixing started with a sarcastic tone in his voice, “Maybe because we are going to leave tomorrow morning. Yeah. That might be it. But I’m not sure, you tell me.”
The snort escaping Yifan’s throat caused Yixing to bristle. Yifan searched for Yixing’s hands, took them in his hand and kissed their backs. Yixing’s heart skipped a beat at the gesture.
“Nothing’s going to be over tomorrow. And not the day after that. Not anytime soon. You should stop thinking like that.” Yifan responded and leaned over to make their foreheads touch.
Yixing’s eyes closed shut but his lips automatically searched for Yifan’s. He would’ve loved to have the reassurance that what Yifan said was true. Not because he thought the other one was lying, but because distance was a hard thing to overcome even in times of Facetime and high speed rail trains.
“No sad thoughts today, okay?”
“Cheesy… but okay.” Yixing heard himself answering which caused Yifan to grunt and press him back into the mattress.
“How can such a pretty person be such a little shit sometimes?”
“I’m sorry!” Yixing apologized and held his hands up in defeat.
Yifan didn’t say anything and sealed his lips again with Yixing’s, trying to get rid of Yixing’s doubts with it. It seemed to work - the smaller one sighed in content when he returned the kiss and threw his arms around Yifan’s broad shoulders. He shuddered when the taller one’s hands slipped under his shirt and touched his skin, caressing his sides. Yifan tried to figure out what was okay so he broke away from Yixing’s lips, even though he didn’t really want to, and tried to phrase a question that may not be labeled as ‘cheesy’ by the other one. The outcome was rather embarrassing:
“So, Yixing… about yesterday… are you… I mean… do you still want to…”
Yifan gave up and groaned at his own incoherence. Yixing smiled though and grabbed Yifan’s hands. He caressed them with his thumbs and looked at Yifan who eyed him in question, not sure what to do. Yixing couldn’t believe how gentle Yifan was, how care- and mindful when he talked to him and how eager he was to not push Yixing to things that might make him feel awkward. It almost physically hurt his heart. He was sure he’d never meet another man like him.
“I do.” He said.
The information passed through to Yifan only slowly. When he had finally understood he had to confirm it one more time.
“Are you sure?”
Yixing nodded and squeezed Yifan’s hands to undermine it. Yifan felt his heartbeat picking up its pace as he leaned over and kissed Yixing one more time before the smaller let go of his hands so he could push up his shirt and ultimately pull it over Yixing’s head. Yifan’s gaze wandered over every single inch of Yixing’s body and Yixing felt awfully exposed and horribly self-aware of his figure and eventual flaws that Yifan might be able to discover.
“You’re beautiful, Yixing.”
He didn’t know what to say, but words weren’t needed when he felt Yifan’s lips on his collarbones that started to discover his exposed skin. The feeling was sensational, something Yixing had never felt before and he soon started to bend his body into the direction of Yifan’s lips and hands to get more of it. Yifan only stopped to get rid of his own shirt that landed on the floor next to them with a dull thud. When he pressed his upper body against Yixing’s and stole another kiss from him, Yixing gasped at the friction between their skin. His hands wandered over Yifan’s back, trying to find a purpose. But then again he didn’t really want them to rest because he wanted to get to know that body pressing its weight onto him as well as possible. Yixing wanted to feel every inch, every outline and be able to recall them later. He wanted to put the feeling on record for when he wouldn’t be able touch Yifan after tomorrow. Yifan started to press his hips against Yixing’s and both felt that neither of them had stayed unaffected. One of Yifan’s hands slid down the other’s upper body and started to carefully stroke the soft and sensitive skin hidden under the elastic waistband of Yixing’s pants and briefs.
“You need to tell me what feels good, do you hear me?” Yifan whispered into Yixing’s ear because talking in a loud volume seemed awfully out of place.
Yixing nodded. He didn’t really know what to expect and he gasped when Yifan’s hand fully slipped under the clothes’ fabric gently touching his half erected dick stroking its complete length. Yixing’s fingernails buried themselves into Yifan’s shoulder but he didn’t mind. The sight of Yixing’s face that seemed flooded with pleasure and the feeling of Yixing’s dick reacting to his hand movements were enough to make him feel so aroused he got awfully aware of how much annoying clothes both of them were still wearing. With a skilled move he pulled Yixing’s pants down which took the younger by surprise. When the clothes had found their shirts company, Yixing felt the blood rushing into his face. He felt so vulnerable in this very moment that he turned his face away from Yifan who chuckled softly before he started to kiss Yixing’s knee that the younger one had pressed together with the the other one to somehow shield himself from the taller one’s gazes. His hands caressed Yixing’s thighs which felt so good Yixing relaxed again and eventually gave in to Yifan who gently spread his legs and kissed himself down his inner thighs. When he was fully placed in Yixing’s lap he used his tongue to lick up his whole length - if Yixing had already thought that Yifan’s hand had been feeling amazing, he had no words for the feeling that shot through his whole body when Yifan handled him with his lips and tongue.
“Oh god…!” Yixing breathed and placed one hand on Yifan’s head, desperately trying to find something to hold on to but his hair was still too short to grab on it.
Yifan smiled while his head went up and down Yixing’s twitching dick and Yixing tried hard to keep the moans under control which more and more escaped his throat. Yixing was sure he wouldn’t last long if Yifan kept going like this.
“Yi… Yifan… huh… I’m… I can’t…”
Forming words was so hard when Yifan made him feel a sort of pleasure he had never experienced before. It felt like the temperature in the room had risen a few degrees in the last few minutes but Yixing’s body still trembled every time Yifan went down on him again, sometimes even using his teeth to tease out another moan of the other. Even though Yixing hadn’t even formed a complete sentence Yifan understood what was going on so he let go of Yixing’s dick and went back up on Yixing’s body, placing what felt like a hundred kisses on his skin until he kissed him once again, this time more demanding and passionate than he had did before. Both moaned into their kiss when their erections brushed against each other and Yixing felt his hips jerking to get more of that friction. He hoped to get any sort of relief out of it but Yifan rolling his hips against his own wasn’t enough for his erection that was desperately twitching at every touch it got. Yifan felt just the same. Yixing’s body seemed to perfectly fit against his own when he pressed his body weight onto him. It was so hard to go this slow when all he wanted to do was to take the next step and make Yixing scream his name in pleasure while he was thrusting into him.
“Xingie,” He breathed against the other’s lips, “I need you to relax now.”
Yixing had an idea of what was about to come when Yifan broke away from him with one last peck on his swollen lips and grabbed his backpack and pulled out a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube, both still in their sealed foil packaging. Yixing kind of immediately knew that Yifan had bought this stuff this morning when he had been out to get Yixing a breakfast to cure his hangover. After a few violent tears Yifan had managed to open the utensils and Yixing finally caught a glimpse of Yifan’s full erection. He had to be honest, he had expected Yifan to have a certain size, but he immediately started to wonder how this could possibly fit anywhere - and especially fit into him.
“You’ll be fine, I’ll take care of you,” Yifan reassured him and kissed Yixing’s hand before he opened the lubricant bottle and put a generous amount of the liquid over his fingers, maybe even more than he’d normally use, “Trust me.”
“I do.” Yixing managed to squeeze out which made Yifan smile and he leaned over to kiss Yixing’s neck and to distract him from his fingers that were circling around Yixing’s entrance.
When he inserted his first finger, Yixing felt simply awkward. It did hurt, but that was manageable as long as Yifan’s lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of his neck. The second finger that followed was worse and Yixing whimpered when Yifan slowly slided in and out, occasionally (but carefully) scissoring him open.
“It’s okay, take your time. Take a deep breath. Relax.” Yifan ordered and Yixing tried to do just that but he wasn’t used to any of this so his body naturally reacted with tense muscles.
Yixing half expected Yifan to get annoyed but Yifan was keen to make the young man under him feel good so he used his other hand to stroke Yixing’s inner thighs. At times it brushed over Yixing’s dick which had the desired effect of the other one giving into the pleasure and relaxing his body. He even slowly started to move his hips as soon as he gotten used to the feeling, as soon as he realized how good all of this actually felt. The third finger made Yixing wonder just how much more Yifan could be stretching him out, but the pain faded after a while and Yixing was finally fully enjoying the friction of Yifan’s fingers against his walls and he synchronized his movements with the pace of the rhythm that Yifan was setting. He soon felt like he needed Yifan to go even deeper. He needed more.
“Yifan… please…” Yixing moaned and sunk back down on his fingers.
There were no more words needed. Yifan sighed in relief and hurried to get the condom and more lube on his own erection that badly needed some attention cause it had been awfully neglected the whole time. Yifan placed himself back between Yixing’s spread legs. With a last heated kiss Yifan started to slowly push into Yixing who had never expected the difference between Yifan’s fingers and his dick to be that much. The pain gushing through his lower body was inexplicable and even though he didn’t want to he let out a small scream of pain.
“Ssh, I know, I know,” Yifan said and kissed the other’s cheeks, “Relax, please. You’re doing so amazing, baby.”
Yixing didn’t quite believe him and he whimpered because he thought he’d not be able to take it. But then again there were Yifan’s hands and lips distracting him from the pain in his backside, and Yifan himself who whispered the sweetest things into his ear to encourage him to keep going. When Yifan was fully inside of Yixing he had a hard time to not start moving immediately even though the heat around his dick was almost unbearable. He waited for Yixing to adjust to the stretch while he sucked and nibbled at Yixing’s neck. Yixing had to take a few deep breaths before he gave Yifan a nod as soon as he thought he was ready for some movement. Yifan intertwined one of his hands with one of Yixing’s and held onto him, a gesture which made Yixing’s heart almost burst. He then started to experimentally rock his hips, giving Yixing a small taste of what was to come. Yifan watched Yixing closely and got encouraged to move some more when traces of pleasure flickered across his face. When the smaller finally bit his lips and moaned in pleasure Yifan pulled almost out completely only to thrust right back into him with more force than before. Yixing opened his mouth in surprised but the look on his face told the older one that he wanted him to do that again. Yifan adjusted his angle a little and went a few times more until he had finally hit the spot inside of Yixing that made him throw his head back into the sheets of the bed and let out a long moan.
“That… uuuuuuh… I… aaaaah…”
Yifan didn’t even give him a chance to finish as he kept pulling out and pushing right back in, picking up the pace as he felt like he couldn’t handle any more himself. Yixing didn’t hold back his moans and screams of pleasure - this was just exactly what he wanted and so badly needed. Yifan inside of him, all over him, making him feel like he never had before. When Yifan’s hips collided with Yixing’s body he pushed his own hips forward to increase the friction between them and he got pushed a little more over the edge until he just knew he wouldn’t stand one more thrust.
“I’m so close - oh - GOD!”
There was one final push that made Yixing reach his climax. He pressed his whole body against Yifan and cried out his name which caused Yifan to come too since Yixing moving in accordance to his movements was just so good and the fact that it had been him filling Yixing up so well only intensified the amazing feeling of his dick grinding against Yixing’s inside. With a last loud moan he came while Yixing sunk back into the mattress. Yifan cupped Yixing’s face and placed small kisses on those lips he had sucked and nibbled on before to sooth them a little. While doing so, he still rocked his hips and Yixing was somehow thankful for that. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for Yifan to pull out already - he wanted to enjoy the moment a little bit longer. To know that in this very moment, he was closer to Yifan than he had been to anyone else. He put his arms around Yifan to press his body against the other’s. They didn’t say anything until Yifan pulled out of Yixing at last and left an empty feeling inside of the younger one that eventually wandered from his lower back into his chest and he felt like crying. Yifan threw the condom away and quickly returned to Yixing who stared at the ceiling and tried to understand what was going on with him. The elder kissed his forehead and said:
“Come on, let’s get you clean.”
Only now Yixing realized that he had cum all over his upper body and he tried to hide the blush appearing once again on his face. Yifan was considerate enough to not mention it and pulled Yixing up to lead him into the bathroom and under the shower. The water had a pleasant temperature but Yixing still felt cold when the water drippled over his exhausted body. He stood there for a minute and then he felt Yifan’s arms that hugged him from behind and pulled him close. It was almost like Yifan was holding him together, preventing him from pouring himself onto the bottom of the bathtub. The taller one gently pressed his lips on his shoulder. Then he said:
“I’m yours, Yixing.”
When he had finished this sentence, the gnawing unpleasant feeling washed away with the water pouring over their bodies. Yixing grabbed Yifan’s arms and pulled them a little closer around himself.
▪▪▪▪
Airports were probably witnesses to the most honest kisses and hugs between parting and reuniting people. At least that’s what Yixing thought when he followed Yifan through the security check and caught a glimpse of a young girl bidding goodbye to her family and boyfriend. They carried a poster, saying “Good Luck in America, Xiaoyu!” and while the girl took big and excited steps to the check in, her loved ones waved her goodbye, choking back the tears the parting caused them. Yixing was glad he didn’t have to do that. Keep standing in the departure hall and helplessly watching Yifan disappear for the gates. He was glad there was still some time.
Both of them had barely slept last night. They had stayed tucked in under their blankets, tangled up with each other, sharing kisses, Yifan occasionally whispering sweet nothings into Yixing’s ear which caused the younger one bury his head in Yifan’s chest to not look at him. They had stayed like this for as long as possible before they got going with heavy feet and hearts to catch a taxi to the airport. Yixing’s flight would be leaving about an hour earlier as Yifan’s and they still had some time, but Yixing didn’t feel like eating so they simply sat down at the gate where the plane to Changsha was already in position and you could see airport staff loading suitcases into the machine. Yixing turned away because he didn’t want to see this.
“What about a selfie for Tumblr?” Yifan asked and Yixing rolled his eyes.
“Seriously?”
“Come on, don’t be a buzzkill!”
Yifan pulled him closer and held up his phone. Yixing gave in and tried hard to force a nice looking smile on his lips.
“Ready?” Yifan asked when he had placed the camera into an angle that he was content with.
Yixing murmured something the other didn’t quite catch. He interpreted this as a ‘yes’ and before he clicked the release he gave Yixing a kiss on the cheek, causing Yixing to squeal in surprise. When he saw the camera had captured this exact moment, he announced:
“Perfect! This is going up on my blog!”
“You are horrible,” Yixing responded but couldn’t really bring himself to be mad at Yifan, “At least do not tag it with shit like ‘I tapped that ass’ or something…”
“I might just do that!” Yifan responded with a smug smile.
“Don’t you DARE!!” Yixing cried out and hit Yifan’s shoulder.
“Okay, no I won’t.”
Yixing wasn’t allowed to look what Yifan was typing though. Yifan told him to only look when he was back in Changsha which Yixing found extraordinarily lame but he granted Yifan’s wish and refrained from trying to catch a glimpse at the tags over the taller one’s shoulder. When Yifan was done updating his blog he let his phone slip back into the pocket of his jeans and threw an arm around Yixing. There was a middle aged man sitting opposite of them that shot them a rather awkward look but Yifan didn’t seem to care.
“I’ve got an amazing idea,” He suddenly said, “Let’s not board those airplanes.”
“Pfff, and then do what? Live at the Gate 21 at Taoyuan International Airport?” Yixing retorted sarcastically.
Yifan clicked his tongue and shook his head as if Yixing was missing a crucial point. His grip around Yixing’s shoulder got tighter and he leaned in closer to him.
“No, of course not! What I meant that we don’t board our airplanes but another airplane together. Like, there’s one leaving for London soon. Let’s have a roadtrip through Europe!”
Yixing snorted at Yifan’s crazy proposal.
“What, do you think I’m joking? I mean it! Just imagine: You, me and a car.”
“I don’t have a driver’s license.” Yixing interrupted but Yifan had an answer to everything.
“I do, but that’s not the point right now that I’m trying to make. Think of the things we could see. The places we could go! Not only London… Prague, Berlin, Rome, Paris, Madrid… doesn’t really matter where though, we’d be totally free to choose where to go when to go without anyone telling us to do so.”
“So what, you’re just going to rent a van and drive around Europe and at night we roll out our sleeping bags in the back of the van?”
“I’m pretty sure van sex can be a good thing.”
“YOU!!”
Yixing shot up and took a panic fueled look around to check whether or not anyone had heard that. In the end, it was him that had to be enduring a flight with a lot of judgmental people staring at him and that was the last thing he needed. It seemed like nobody had heard though and he relaxed a little.
“So?” Yifan asked with a huge grin on his face.
Yixing didn’t answer at first and thought of a good thing to say. His eyes locked with the monitor that was placed over the entrance to the jet bridge where an Air China staff member was already starting to set everything up for boarding.
“I’m in. If you can get my luggage out of that airplane and two tickets for that flight to London within the next ten minutes, I’m in.”
Yifan grunted.
“I haven’t thought that one through, haven’t I?”
“Nope. You haven’t.”
The older one sighed and gave up.
“Okay, then we’ll postpone that to later.” He shrugged his shoulders and right in that moment there was an announcement that the boarding for Yixing’s flight would be starting in a few minutes.
Around them, most people jumped up to get in line, but Yixing remained seated, wishing that time would stop for another few minutes.
“Alright we need to get this over with,” Yifan murmured, “I better get going to my gate anyways.”
Yixing sensed that Yifan tried to keep his cool and acted like none of this was affecting him but the way his voice had cracked and he nervously cleared his throat, how he buried his fingernails in Yixing’s coat and how he didn’t dare to uphold any eye contact spoke another language. It was oddly comforting to know that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t really know what to do. They got up and Yixing stood in line while Yifan slowly let go of his shoulder and Yixing immediately missed it.
“Hey Xingie,” Yifan said after rambling some lame goodbye jokes, “Wanna piss some people off?”
“What do you mean with th-“
He couldn’t even finished the sentence since Yifan just crashed his lips against Yixing’s. Yixing tried to protest but none of it was any use and after what felt like an eternity Yifan broke away and said:
“You better write me when you’re home or I’ll drag your ass down to Guangzhou.”
“Don’t be such a drama queen all the time!” Yixing whined but promised to do so.
When Yifan had finally left the gate with one last kiss and one last goodbye Yixing’s gaze met the one of the young woman behind him who just grinned.
“Sorry about that. He’s an idiot.” Yixing mumbled while he tried to hide his own smile.
“It’s okay, really.” She answered with a wink and Yixing turned around to fumble his ticket and passport out of his bag.
He spent the flight in a weird state between being overjoyed about what happened and being sorrowful about it at the same time. He couldn’t quite put it into proper perspective, not on the flight, not when he landed in Changsha, not when he took the bus to his apartment and not when he opened the apartment door and Luhan greeted him cheerfully with a huge bowl of Jiaozi on his lap while he was sitting on the sofa watching a weird historical drama on Hunan TV.
“How was it?” He asked eyes glued to the TV while Yixing dragged his luggage into his room.
“Great!” Yixing simply said and Luhan told him that as soon as he’d be finished watching his show, he’d want to see some pictures and hear some stories and Yixing was okay with it.
While Luhan was binging on his show he took the time to unpack his clothes and check his phone. He was almost rolling his eyes in annoyance when he saw all the notes popping up on his phone as soon as the wifi was stable enough to uphold a proper connection. But then he remembered that selfie and how Yifan was acting jumpy about it so he decided to go check on that.
I feel blessed.
#the adventures of xingie and egghead #yixing did not allow me to tag this with ‘I tapped that ass’ sorry peeps #what am I gonna do with my life in guangzhou now #there’s no xingie so there’s no purpose I’M CHEESY GIVE ME A MINUTE #i’m still taking donations just so you know #i’m gonna give you guys another chance #you can still fund our wedding :))))) #anyone donating is getting an invitation of course!
There was a long squeal coming out of Yixing’s throat as he immediately opened his Wechat and typed a message.
You are the lamest idiot to wander this earth!!!
He actually didn’t want to add any more to it and wanted to leave it like this so Yifan would maybe learn a little lesson but he was too soft hearted.
At least you’re my idiot. But I SWEAR TO GOD. LOSE THOSE TAGS.
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A roaring grunt made Yixing shoot up from his delirium that he had spent in for the last twenty minutes. He needed a second to collect every information and make sense of the reality unfolding in front of his eyes: He was on the couch that stood in the living room of the apartment he had been living in for the last three years now. Yifan sat on the other side of the couch, his feet awkwardly entangled with Yixing’s, laptop sitting on his lap. When he realized he had woken the younger one up he shot him an apologetic smile.
“Sorry darling!”
“What’s wrong?” Yixing asked while he untangled his feet.
“Stupid people on Tumblr are at it again.”
Yixing rolled his eyes. Yifan would never give up his blog, unlike him who had, slowly but surely, decreased his Tumblr activity and eventually had stopped caring about it at all. He wasn’t even sure if his blog was still up or if the staff had deleted it already.
“I mean seriously,” Yifan nagged, “I’m still getting sent congratulations like… ugh.”
The older one closed his laptop and tossed it onto the table in front of the couch while Yixing giggled.
“That’s like that random post about that toaster… do you remember? That one person posted that their mother had bought a new toaster and everybody was congratulating them on getting that thing for three years or something.”
Yifan tilted his head and frowned.
“Xingie, are you comparing our marriage to a freaking toaster?”
“I’m just saying,” Yixing said and let out a yawn while he sunk back into the pillow of the couch, “Maybe reblog that one post were you had to tell everyone and their dog about how I said yes to your stupid marriage proposal even though you have lost the ring at the beach and tell them to stop sending you messages about it.”
“You are going to hold this against me for the rest of our lives, right?” Yifan asked and turned around to lie down next to Yixing.
Their couch wasn’t really made for two people next to each other so Yifan pulled his husband over his chest so he was half lying on him.
“I’m not going to stop about that anytime soon, nope.” Yixing simply answered.
“Little brat.”
When Yixing didn’t say anything Yifan grabbed his phone on the table and started to scroll through his blog looking for the entry Yixing had been talking about.
The last years had been very crazy. Yifan had kept his promise to visit Yixing in Changsha and they had spent endless amounts of money on high speed train tickets for the next half year to see each other. During semester vacation the two had been travelling around China and when that hadn’t been enough anymore they finally had realized Yifan’s great plan about Europe and the road trip. And the van sex. Afterwards they had gotten back to China via Canada to visit Yifan’s mother where the next crazy idea had been born and Yifan moved back to Vancouver to be closer to his mother while Yixing gladly followed him. His family hadn’t really approved of their only son to move this far away, especially to be with another man, but he hadn’t listened to their concerns which had turned out to be his best decision so far. He had gotten a job as a translator while Yifan was working for a law firm. And since it was possible for them to legally get married, Yifan had proposed to Yixing on their vacation in Brazil. Needless to say he had fucked it up completely because when he had taken out the ring he did it with too much force, it slipped out of his nervous and sweaty hands and was lost for two hours at the beach. Yixing had cursed Yifan’s ass for it because they were crawling through the sand for an eternity for that ring, but he found the story so funny he was mentioning it every time there was the opportunity to do so. Yixing grinned while he thought of it and looked up into Yifan’s phone. He had found the post and reblogged it with a new message.
MR-FanXianSheng
I’M A MESS. I’M A FUCKING MESS. SO I WAS ABOUT TO PROPOSE TO YIXING RIGHT? AND I LOST THE FUCKING RING. I FUCKING LOST THE RING AT THE BEACH SOMEWHERE IN BRAZIL. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
I FEEL SO BLESSED THAT THIS MAN STILL SAID YES. I AM SUCH A FAILURE.
I DO NOT DESERVE HIM.
MR-FanXianSheng
GUYS IT’S BEEN A YEAR NOW. Stop sending me messages about this matter. Stop asking me about how our wedding night was. It was great! He is great! Everything is great!
#of course he’s still holding that proposal against me #but so far we’re not talking about divorce so I’d say things are going well so far #he’s still putting up with me phewwww #the adventures of xingie and egghead
“What did I say about those horrible tags of yours?” Yixing butted in but Yifan had already hit the reblog button.
“Come on, they’re funny!”
Yixing snorted into Yifan’s shirt and snuggled into his chest to continue his Sunday afternoon nap. He heard Yifan mumbling something about how Yixing surely would tell their hypothetical children about how these tags made Yixing like him in the first days - if he wouldn’t have been half asleep again already he would’ve protested and maybe asked Yifan if he even knew what ‘hypothetical’ meant, but instead he just patted Yifan’s cheek and said:
“Sure, honey.”