2 Years Apart [prompt #54]
Title: 2 Years Apart
Prompt: #54
Length: 1,200
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of drug use (but no sex under the influence).
Summary: Yifan is only at the party to meet a certain someone.
Notes: This is the first fanfic i've ever written, please be merciful.
Yifan finds him in the upstairs bedroom, in a circle of people. Yixing is sitting on the bed, pose relaxed, watching the joint being passed around the circle. Yifan looks as a girl takes a long drag, the smell of weed overpowering in the room. He's never been much of a smoker, never understood the stoner way of life. He just wants to talk to Yixing.
Yixing looks different than last summer, more tan, better built, and for a moment Yifan is taken back by the imposing line of his shoulders. He motions for Yixing to come out of the room, join him downstairs where the air is less smoky and the music is louder.
Yixing gets up, cautious. By the look of his eyes he hasn't smoked yet, but Yifan still wants to ask. They're quiet as they walk downstairs, out through the patio door and stop by the pool. It's quiet, most of the quests already having retreated inside. Bikini tops and swimming trunks are scattered to dry all over the railings surrounding the patio. Yifan coughs, the smoke still clinging to his lungs.
"Haven't seen you around" to Yifan's surprise it's Yixing who breaks the silence. "Yeah, I" Yifan's eyes are on his toes "I was in Berlin. For a year. Studying and stuff" He's still amazed by Yixings ability to regress him into a blubbering mess just by being there.
He leaves out the part where shit got bad. With his parents, with his friends. It's obvious that Yixing already knows.
"That's cool I guess" Yixing answers in his usual solemn voice. Yifan find himself thinking that he's just as unreadable as last year.
"Do you want to swim?" Yixing says, probably aware of the fact that Yifan is out of words. Yifan's already wearing swimming trunks so he just nods, takes his cellphone out from his pocket and jumps in.
The water is cool from the evening breeze, and as Yifan floats on the surface he can see the muted glimmer of stars above the city. The shine of the pool lights is soft and the water ripples, calming his nerves. He allows himself a moment to bask in the cool water before he stands up and presses his feet on the tile of the pool. And then Yixing is there, in front of him.
He's taken his shirt off, drops of water glistening on his skin, and Yifan is falling, just as fast as he fell for him last summer. He wants to run his hands all over Yixing's body, toned from years of dancing, and feel him under him. Yixing laughs, shakes the water off his hair and dives, and then Yifan is diving too. Underwater Yixings skin looks blue as the light reflecting from the turquoise tile of the swimming pool. Underwater Yixings lips feel waxy and cold as they kiss, yet it's still hot, burning Yifan's skin like he's being boiled alive. He feels Yixings small hands on his waist, Yixings water-slick skin against his body, and it's perfect.
And later, in Chanyeol's bedroom, Yifan is pressing Yixing against the bedsheets. Yixing moans, arches his back for more contact. He's small, compact under Yifan, and Yifan accommodates him, let's him press against him. Let's him moan, loud, even though most of the guests are still outside of the locked door of the bedroom.
They've shed their damp clothes but Yixing's hair is still wet in Yifan's fingers, and his skin tastes like water and chlorine. Yifan notes that Yixing is hot and hard, just for him, and for a second lets himself feel proud for inducing this condition. He drags his hand down the other man's body and takes hold of his cock. Yixing lets out an appreciative moan as Yifan strokes him slowly, running his thumb over the head.
"Fuck me" there's a conviction in Yixing's voice, like he's thought about this for a long time and come to a final decision, and it's out of Yifan's hands. So he asks him if there's lube, if there's condoms, and Yixing gets up and rummages through his bag on the floor for the supplies. "Are you sure? Did you smoke earlier" Yifan knows the answer is yes and no, but he still asks, wanting to be sure. Yixing just shakes his head and pulls him into a searing kiss, sealing their lips together almost aggressively. Almost as if he's asking for Yifan to never leave again,never, no matter how bad it gets. Or maybe that's just Yifan's wistful imagination.
Yifan presses soft kisses along Yixing's collarbones, thumb rubbing absentmindedly at a nipple. Yixing is perfect, pliant under him, letting out little gasps of pleasure. Yifan's hands go lower, lower until his left hand is steady on the other man's hip. He uncaps the lube and pours a generous amount of it on his fingers. Yixing hasn't been fucked in a year, judging from the resistance as Yifan pushes his finger in. He wonders if Yixing waited for him or if it's just coincidence. Then there's the second finger, a moan, yes, more, faster. Yifan presses another finger in and Yixing's back arches as he finds his spot. Soon it's three fingers, then four.
"I'm ready" Yixing's voice is ragged, breathy. He wraps his legs around Yifan's waist and urges him to push in, so Yifan does. He sinks in slow, letting the Yixing adjust. He's tight, so tight and Yifan has to bite his lip to stop himself from coming there and then. He waits until Yixing gives him a little nod, and then pulls back slowly. Yixing gasps as he's filled, and then gasps louder as Yifan snaps his hips forward, angling his hips to hit Yixings spot, just how he likes it. Yifan presses kisses, then soft bites on Yixing's neck and chest.
There's want in Yixing's eyes but also something else, something unreadable. Yifan wants to solve it, but maybe now is not the time. Sex between them is familiar, safe subject. There's no way Yifan could fuck this up, not now, not anymore.
So he continues fucking Yixing through the pleasure, until they're both entiwined, Yifan pressed along Yixing's body. Breathing harshly against the long column of Yixing's neck and Yixing answering with whimpers and pleads for more. It feels like a hot stone is dropping in Yifan's stomach, a burn settling into his groin and then he's coming, filling the condom and pulsing inside Yixing. He pulls out before he goes soft, quickly ties up the condom and throws it in the paper bin. He'll have to fish it out and dispose of it properly before Chanyeol finds out they fucked in his room, but that's a worry for tomorrow.
Yixing spreads his legs, sending Yifan one of his lazy smiles as Yifan settles between them, pushing two fingers inside the him. Yixing's still stretched and pliant around his fingers, wet from the lube. Yifan doesn't tease. Instead he grasps Yixings cock and rubs his fingers mercilessly against his spot, until Yixing is keening. He comes hard, thick ropes of cum landing on his stomach and his left leg twitching involuntarily. Yifan smiles and presses a soft, warm kiss on his lips.
There's no unease as they settle under the sheets. No awkwardness usually associated with meeting a long-gone friend. Just a whispered "I'm glad you're back" and the answering yes.
Prompt: #54
Length: 1,200
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of drug use (but no sex under the influence).
Summary: Yifan is only at the party to meet a certain someone.
Notes: This is the first fanfic i've ever written, please be merciful.
Yifan finds him in the upstairs bedroom, in a circle of people. Yixing is sitting on the bed, pose relaxed, watching the joint being passed around the circle. Yifan looks as a girl takes a long drag, the smell of weed overpowering in the room. He's never been much of a smoker, never understood the stoner way of life. He just wants to talk to Yixing.
Yixing looks different than last summer, more tan, better built, and for a moment Yifan is taken back by the imposing line of his shoulders. He motions for Yixing to come out of the room, join him downstairs where the air is less smoky and the music is louder.
Yixing gets up, cautious. By the look of his eyes he hasn't smoked yet, but Yifan still wants to ask. They're quiet as they walk downstairs, out through the patio door and stop by the pool. It's quiet, most of the quests already having retreated inside. Bikini tops and swimming trunks are scattered to dry all over the railings surrounding the patio. Yifan coughs, the smoke still clinging to his lungs.
"Haven't seen you around" to Yifan's surprise it's Yixing who breaks the silence. "Yeah, I" Yifan's eyes are on his toes "I was in Berlin. For a year. Studying and stuff" He's still amazed by Yixings ability to regress him into a blubbering mess just by being there.
He leaves out the part where shit got bad. With his parents, with his friends. It's obvious that Yixing already knows.
"That's cool I guess" Yixing answers in his usual solemn voice. Yifan find himself thinking that he's just as unreadable as last year.
"Do you want to swim?" Yixing says, probably aware of the fact that Yifan is out of words. Yifan's already wearing swimming trunks so he just nods, takes his cellphone out from his pocket and jumps in.
The water is cool from the evening breeze, and as Yifan floats on the surface he can see the muted glimmer of stars above the city. The shine of the pool lights is soft and the water ripples, calming his nerves. He allows himself a moment to bask in the cool water before he stands up and presses his feet on the tile of the pool. And then Yixing is there, in front of him.
He's taken his shirt off, drops of water glistening on his skin, and Yifan is falling, just as fast as he fell for him last summer. He wants to run his hands all over Yixing's body, toned from years of dancing, and feel him under him. Yixing laughs, shakes the water off his hair and dives, and then Yifan is diving too. Underwater Yixings skin looks blue as the light reflecting from the turquoise tile of the swimming pool. Underwater Yixings lips feel waxy and cold as they kiss, yet it's still hot, burning Yifan's skin like he's being boiled alive. He feels Yixings small hands on his waist, Yixings water-slick skin against his body, and it's perfect.
And later, in Chanyeol's bedroom, Yifan is pressing Yixing against the bedsheets. Yixing moans, arches his back for more contact. He's small, compact under Yifan, and Yifan accommodates him, let's him press against him. Let's him moan, loud, even though most of the guests are still outside of the locked door of the bedroom.
They've shed their damp clothes but Yixing's hair is still wet in Yifan's fingers, and his skin tastes like water and chlorine. Yifan notes that Yixing is hot and hard, just for him, and for a second lets himself feel proud for inducing this condition. He drags his hand down the other man's body and takes hold of his cock. Yixing lets out an appreciative moan as Yifan strokes him slowly, running his thumb over the head.
"Fuck me" there's a conviction in Yixing's voice, like he's thought about this for a long time and come to a final decision, and it's out of Yifan's hands. So he asks him if there's lube, if there's condoms, and Yixing gets up and rummages through his bag on the floor for the supplies. "Are you sure? Did you smoke earlier" Yifan knows the answer is yes and no, but he still asks, wanting to be sure. Yixing just shakes his head and pulls him into a searing kiss, sealing their lips together almost aggressively. Almost as if he's asking for Yifan to never leave again,never, no matter how bad it gets. Or maybe that's just Yifan's wistful imagination.
Yifan presses soft kisses along Yixing's collarbones, thumb rubbing absentmindedly at a nipple. Yixing is perfect, pliant under him, letting out little gasps of pleasure. Yifan's hands go lower, lower until his left hand is steady on the other man's hip. He uncaps the lube and pours a generous amount of it on his fingers. Yixing hasn't been fucked in a year, judging from the resistance as Yifan pushes his finger in. He wonders if Yixing waited for him or if it's just coincidence. Then there's the second finger, a moan, yes, more, faster. Yifan presses another finger in and Yixing's back arches as he finds his spot. Soon it's three fingers, then four.
"I'm ready" Yixing's voice is ragged, breathy. He wraps his legs around Yifan's waist and urges him to push in, so Yifan does. He sinks in slow, letting the Yixing adjust. He's tight, so tight and Yifan has to bite his lip to stop himself from coming there and then. He waits until Yixing gives him a little nod, and then pulls back slowly. Yixing gasps as he's filled, and then gasps louder as Yifan snaps his hips forward, angling his hips to hit Yixings spot, just how he likes it. Yifan presses kisses, then soft bites on Yixing's neck and chest.
There's want in Yixing's eyes but also something else, something unreadable. Yifan wants to solve it, but maybe now is not the time. Sex between them is familiar, safe subject. There's no way Yifan could fuck this up, not now, not anymore.
So he continues fucking Yixing through the pleasure, until they're both entiwined, Yifan pressed along Yixing's body. Breathing harshly against the long column of Yixing's neck and Yixing answering with whimpers and pleads for more. It feels like a hot stone is dropping in Yifan's stomach, a burn settling into his groin and then he's coming, filling the condom and pulsing inside Yixing. He pulls out before he goes soft, quickly ties up the condom and throws it in the paper bin. He'll have to fish it out and dispose of it properly before Chanyeol finds out they fucked in his room, but that's a worry for tomorrow.
Yixing spreads his legs, sending Yifan one of his lazy smiles as Yifan settles between them, pushing two fingers inside the him. Yixing's still stretched and pliant around his fingers, wet from the lube. Yifan doesn't tease. Instead he grasps Yixings cock and rubs his fingers mercilessly against his spot, until Yixing is keening. He comes hard, thick ropes of cum landing on his stomach and his left leg twitching involuntarily. Yifan smiles and presses a soft, warm kiss on his lips.
There's no unease as they settle under the sheets. No awkwardness usually associated with meeting a long-gone friend. Just a whispered "I'm glad you're back" and the answering yes.