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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      19天_-_Old先_|_19_Days_-_Old_Xian
  Relationship:
      He_Tian/Mo_Guan_Shan
  Character:
      He_Tian, Mo_Guan_Shan_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Fuckbuddies, there_is_sex_in_every_chapter, a_tiny_bit_of_plot_i
      guess, Slow_Burn
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-25 Updated: 2017-12-17 Chapters: 11/? Words: 55906
****** I'm Not A Prostitute ******
by traceytries
Summary
     He Tian and Red become fuckbuddies. This is an excuse for a whole lot
     of sexy times and the eventual feelings that come with it.
Notes
     Idk where old xian is going with the plot right now but i just want
     to establish that I'm deviating from canon. Like anything after he
     tian threatening momo from reading the note in the alleyway, never
     happens (eg. their first kiss and bracelet guy). Also I've aged them
     up to seniors in high school aight, bc damn no way am i writing this
     amount of smut about boys in middle school.
     One last thing: I started writing this before guan shan name was
     revealed in the comics so I was writing him as 'red' this whole time
     and I've just gotten used to it. so guan shan's real name will only
     be dropped every now and again, don't expect it often.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The First Time *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Red is washing the last of the dishes at He Tian’s apartment.
 
He had just spent the last two hours cleaning and cooking for the bastard, and
for once, it wasn’t against his will. This time He Tian is paying him.
 
As it is his senior year of high school, and with money still being tight at
home, Red needed a new job that not only paid well, but only needed him a few
hours a week so that he could focus more time on his studies. It’s been a long
time since he thought his only option in life was to drop out, all the way back
in middle school, to find full-time work. So he was looking for a job that fit
his needs, asking school mates and anyone he knew, who could recommend him
something. Somehow word got around to the worst asshole in the world, the
bastard that he actively tries to avoid, the bane of his fucking existence.
 
He Tian had put his arm around him and murmured disgustingly close to Red’s
ear, ‘I hear you’re looking for work’.
 
Red remembers outright rejecting his offer and walking away. But as He Tian
continued to follow after him, describing the benefits of being his personal
maid, and most importantly dropping the exact price of how much he’d pay - Red
slowed his pace to a stop, to hear He Tian’s offer out.
 
Red had come over with fresh meat, ingredients and cleaning equipment, saying
‘add it all onto my paycheck.’ The apartment had filled out a little more since
the last time he was there. He remembered it being dead empty with a single bed
and nothing to eat. But now there’s a TV, a couch, a desk, stuff all over the
place and food in the fridge. Giving it all a once-over, Red quickly gets to
work; boiling the vegetables, cleaning the kitchen bench, collecting rubbish
off the floor. All the while He Tian finds places to idly stand around and
watch Red at work.
 
He continues preparing the beef stew, while multitasking with cleaning up the
bathroom and He Tian’s bed. While making the bed, Red spots a bottle of lube
and a bunch of unopened condoms on the bedside table. His face heats up at the
implications and dares not glance at He Tian, who’s probably looking at him
waiting for a reaction, which he won't give. What He Tian does in his spare
time is none of his business.
 
While He Tian sat at the kitchen counter, eating his freshly cooked beef stew,
Red finished up in the bathroom, getting new towels from the closet, scrubbing
the sink basin and wiping the mirror clean. He returned to the main room to
find He Tian already finished and offering Red his share of the meal. Red
refused and packed it up for He Tian to have for leftovers tomorrow.
 
So here he was. Washing the last of the dishes at He Tian’s apartment.
 
He places the last dish on the rack to dry and that’s it, his job at the
shithead's place is done. It’s time for him to get paid and get the fuck out of
here. It wasn’t that the job was particularly unpleasant, he’s had a worse time
as a dishboy at another place - that was hell - but He Tian’s incessant staring
at him the entire time he was working made him uneasy and hot in the face. He’s
very ready to leave.
 
He turns to look at He Tian, who’s leaning on the palm of his hand at the
corner of the kitchen counter. He’s still staring, and he still has that stupid
smirk on his face. In that moment of Red looking back at him, He Tian licks his
lips, making them a little redder and shinier. Red forgets what he was going to
say before He Tian had interrupted him with...being He Tian. This is why he
avoids He Tian at school, because he always makes him forget how to function.
Red’s eyes trail up and He Tian raises his eyebrow in question and this finally
snaps him out of his daze, “I'm done."
 
“Yep, looks like it.”
 
“So this is the part where you pay me. Like you said you would,” Red just wants
this to move along now. While He Tian on the other hand, is obviously stalling,
getting up slowly from his seat and taking his time reaching into his bed side
drawers. He does some shuffling around, with what sounds like paper, and comes
back to hand Red an envelope. What Red sees inside the envelope makes his jaw
drop. That’s a lot of money holy shit. He was half-expecting He Tian to be
stingy, to pay less than half of what he said he would. But instead he’s giving
more than what he owed!
 
This feels like fake generosity in Red’s mind, He Tian must want something
else. Despite the skepticism, Red isn’t going to refuse this much money, no
fucking way. This cash will really go a long way with his rent and food
supplies. Hell it looks like there will be enough left over for him to buy
stuff for himself, like new games and new clothes.
 
Red grabs his school bag, places it on the kitchen counter and stuffs the
envelope right at the very bottom, leaving no chances for it to slip out.
 
“All good?” He Tian asks.
 
Red looks up, realising how close He Tian is standing and backs up, “Yeah,
we’re good.”
 
With all this money in his possession, he inexplicably feels far less venomous
towards He Tian. No way does it excuse all the aggressive and controlling
behaviour He Tian has shown towards Red over the years but it’s a huge start.
This must be how maids can get through their jobs without wanting to kill their
shitty rich employees, Red thinks. The promise of money can get you through a
lot of things.
 
Like prostitution.
 
Red does a double take on his own thoughts, what the fuck? What has
prostitution got to do with any of this? While his brain is having a mini
malfunction, he shrugs his bag onto his shoulder and looks at He Tian. He’s
staring back, what a shock, and is leaning against the kitchen bench. Red’s
eyes travel up He Tian’s muscled arms and down to his broad chest and slender
waist.
 
Heat once again rises up his neck and face. He has to stop thinking about He
Tian and prostitutes.
 
“Well I'm off then. Uh, thanks.”
 
Red opens the door but it's immediately slammed shut again, by a hand reaching
over him. He can feel He Tian’s hot breath on the back of his neck, “Did you
really think that was it?”
 
No, Red knew that wasn't it. Underneath everything, Red knew that this was what
He Tian really wanted him for. He Tian slides the bag off his shoulder and
chucks it the side to be forgotten. Red attempts to turn around and face him,
but the bastard pushes between his shoulder blades and slams him forward. Red
knocks the side of his head against the door with a bang, “Hey! You fucking
asshole, that hurt!”
 
Ignoring his complaint, He Tian’s whole body presses up against his back and
his right hand is sneaking up Red's chest. He feels trapped between the door
and the warm body behind him, and he knows his own body temperature is rising
quickly. He Tian’s hand continues moving up, curling loosely around his neck
and Red can't help the gasp that leaves his mouth.
 
Red isn’t dumb. He knows He Tian has had his eyes on him for a long time now.
His advances over the years have been subtle enough for Red to brush it off as
simple antagonistic behavior. From the lip biting gazes, to the threatening
whispers, from the little touches, to the - oh god, He Tian is licking his ear.
He has definitely gone past the point of subtlety. Red's eyes flutter shut from
the contact.
 
“I want,” He Tian whispers right next to his wet and sensitive ear, “to fuck
you.”
 
Yep, subtlety is dead.
 
“I...uh,” Red tries to get his words out, but as He Tian’s free hand sneaks
down his front to rest at his crotch, Red suddenly doesn’t remember what he
wanted to say. He Tian applies pressure and he lets out a low moan as his ass
pushes back against He Tian’s groin.
 
You're just going to let him do what he wants to you? Red needs to grab hold of
his mushy mind and gain some control of the situation before it gets any
further.
But does he actually have a reason to want to stop He Tian’s advances? To stop
this from getting any further? There is a reason, he just needs a moment to
think. He Tian squeezes. Fuck. Red can feel his dick hardening under He Tian's
hold, his breathing getting ragged, the palms of his hands press up against the
door. He Tian is still licking, and rubbing, and pressing down on Red, and he
can't think. He can't think of anything to make him want He Tian to stop. It
feels too good.
 
Whore.
 
Red’s eyes snap open. There it is, that's the reason. “S-Stop."
 
“What is it?” Surprisingly, He Tian does stop, however he doesn’t let go or
back up.
 
Red takes a few breaths, he needs to try to make his voice sound even, and not
completely wrecked like it is. Seeing as he's still stuck between a hard
surface and a horny teenager, Red can only turn his head to look at He Tian,
“I'm not some fuck that you can buy.”
 
He gulps down his own heavy breaths, trying with all he can to not get
emotional, “I'm not going to be a p-prost-”
 
“-A prostitute?” He Tian cuts in.
 
Red doesn't need to say anything to say yes, He Tian is already shaking his
head and chuckling at the thought, “If I wanted a prostitute, I'd go out and
find one. All that money I gave you was for your food and cleaning."
 
He Tian grabs Red’s jaw, turning his head just that little bit more to face
him, his expression serious, “This is a completely separate matter.”
 
Red doesn’t know what to say to that, he's not sure if he even believes him.
 
As if he can read Red’s mind, He Tian continues, “I mean it. I'm not paying you
for this.”
 
He Tian goes back to licking Red’s jaw and when his tongues reaches up to the
tip of Red’s ear, he whispers, “Unless you want to be paid for it?”
 
No, he definitely does not want to be paid for sex, but Red has a more
important question to ask back, “What makes you think I even want this?”
 
There is a pause.
 
Then suddenly He Tian turns him around by the shoulders. Red is too slow to
respond, and He Tian already grabbing his ass, raising him up and slamming him
against the door. Goddamn it, fuck this jerk’s strength. Without thinking Red
wraps his legs around him and grabs onto his shirt to stay up. Apart from that,
Red doesn’t get a chance to regain any composer because He Tian’s lips press
against his own. The bastard is kissing him.
 
He Tian is kissing him.
 
He feels He Tian lick at his bottom lip, and he instinctively opens his mouth
and lets the tongue slip in and entwine with his own. Their tongues slide
against one another with rough urgency. And his hands, holy shit, his hands
continue gripping and squeezing the cheeks of his ass. Red can feel the blood
rising to his face and he thinks he should pull away from the kiss, but his
mind has gone all mushy again, He Tian’s tongue feels so good against his and
this is just too much. Red can't even remember what they were talking about
just seconds ago.
 
He Tian breaks the kiss and the small space between them is hot with their
heavy breathing. Red opens his eyes, when did he close them? And looks at He
Tian. Which was a mistake because the bastard’s hair is sticking to his
forehead from perspiration, his pupils are fucking blown and he's smiling, like
the asshole he is, and he looks hot. So hot that Red can just feel the heat
growing inside him, getting hotter every second he continues looking at him.
 
“Do you want me to stop?” He Tian asks and, fuck no. For a second he worries
that he said that out loud, but He Tian is still looking at him, waiting.
Rather than answer his question at all, Red leans forward and presses their
lips together again instead. Red can feel He Tian smile against his mouth and
starts kissing back. He loops his arms around his neck and, oh fuck, he
realises that he has unconsciously started to grind on He Tian. Way to make
yourself look really needy, you idiot. His body doesn't seem to want to stop
doing it and with He Tian's hands still on his ass, he's getting the extra
support to continue rutting their crotches together.
 
Red thinks he should be embarrassed by his own enthusiasm, but right now his
need for friction trumps his pride and so his grinding quickly gets more
aggressive against He Tian.
 
Red wants this. He never wanted to fucking admit it, but now that it's here and
it's happening, the desires he's been repressing have come to the surface and
they can no longer be hidden. Though his mind is still a mess, he thinks back
to the time they found themselves in a secluded alley. After He Tian had
threatened him for the millionth time, his hands found themselves on Red's
chest, groping his pecs with a perverted interest. Red had fought him off, but
later that night, in the privacy of a shower, he got off to the thought of He
Tian’s hands roaming lower down his body. He denied that it happened, that he
was picturing a girl caressing him, not He Tian. But fuck it all now, he's
hard, and he wants this.
 
He Tian separates them with a laugh, “You know you're gonna have to actually
say it out loud."
 
Red groans in frustration, He Tian is really intent on taking all of his
dignity, isn't he?
 
“Fine! Yes, I want this, alright?”
 
He Tian is visibly gleeful and Red can't help but add asshole to his response.
This only makes He Tian laugh again and after a moment, he leans in close, lips
brushing against Red's ear and whispers, “Soon.”
 
The heat growing inside him stirs at the implications of that single word.
 
He Tian lifts Red up and is now moving them somewhere else. Red has to tighten
his hold around his neck to stay up. Then all of a sudden they're slowly
falling down onto a soft surface. He Tian’s bed. He is lying on a bed with He
Tian on top of him. Trying to keep any shred of pride he has left, Red resists
the urge to grind up against He Tian’s waist and instead focusing on He Tian’s
hands removing themselves from his ass to cup the sides of Red’s face.
 
He Tian kisses him just as urgently as before but Red feels that it’s time to
confess something. Red lightly pushes He Tian up, giving himself enough room to
lean up onto his elbows. He’s too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, “I
haven’t....”
 
He hates having to admit this to the bastard, “I've never-”
 
“-Don’t worry,” He Tian cuts in.
 
Red looks at him to find that he's giving him a smug and yet oddly comforting
expression, if that’s even possible.
 
“I'll be doing all the work."
Red doesn’t know how to respond this.
 
“You just gotta lie down and relax,” with one hand He Tian pushes Red flat on
his back, “and do exactly as I say."
 
He Tian shows him his winning, girl-swooning smile and Red can't help but
respond with a fuck you. He Tian only laughs before he leans down and starts
kissing him again. Red really doesn’t know how to respond to this. He resents
the fact that He Tian will be in complete control, but he also somehow feels
comforted by He Tian’s smug words - it’s good to know that at least one of them
knows what they’re doing.
 
As he continues kissing him, he feels He Tian's warm hands slip underneath his
shirt and press down on his stomach and Red’s heart skips faster in his chest.
He Tian’s hands rise up and up and his thumbs start to play with his nipples.
Red gasps into He Tian’s mouth from the sensation but it doesn’t stop there. He
Tian rolls his hips down to grind them against Red's and it's rough enough to
make Red cry out, muffled against He Tian's mouth, his own hips unconsciously
pressing up. As He Tian continues grinding, he breaks away from the kiss and
moves down to Red’s collarbone to lick and suck at it. A sigh leaves Red’s lips
as he tilts his head back to expose more of his neck to him. He knows it's
definitely going to leave a mark but he doesn’t care, it feels too good.
 
Red's mind repeats a question, are you just going to let him do what he wants
to you? He thinks about this, while he feels the way He Tian is biting and
licking and sucking at his neck, and the only answer he can give himself is,
yeah pretty much. He shuts his eyes and lets He Tian’s tongue and teeth do
whatever they want to him.
 
He Tian doesn’t continue laving at his neck for much longer, suddenly sitting
up and looking at his work on Red’s body. He Tian looks more eager than ever,
making Red wonder why he even stopped. But before he can ask, He Tian is
holding Red’s pushed up shirt and is pulling it up the rest of the way. Red
raises his arms and only slightly needs to lift his chest up for He Tian to
pull off his shirt all the way. He flings it across the room and starts taking
off his own shirt. Red lays back down and watches He Tian take it off,
internally moaning at the sight of the well-toned chest. Red has seen He Tian’s
chest before, but it still drives him fucking crazy. He can feel his mouth
watering as he watches He Tian roll his hips around, slowly showing off the
tight curves of muscles along his abdomen and up to his pecs. He Tian smiles
and sticks out his tongue, he fucking knows what he’s doing to Red.
 
He Tian finally bends down again and licks at Red’s collarbone, the place where
his shirt had been covering before he took it off. Red moans at the feeling and
He Tian starts making his way down Red’s chest, nipping and sucking at
previously marked places, until he gets to the v-line of Red’s hips. With He
Tian getting so close to Red’s centre of heat and lust, he instinctively curls
his fingers in He Tian’s black hair.
 
He Tian laughs at Red’s response, clearly enjoying how easily he’s stimulating
him. He unzips Red’s pants and while Red lifts his waist up, pulls his pants
and underwear down. For good measure, he takes off Red’s socks as well. Now
completely and utterly naked, Red feels more nervous than ever, especially
given the fact that he’s the only one completely exposed. With He Tian up on
his knees, Red has a chance to take the initiative and strip off He Tian’s
pants for him.
He fumbles, hands shaking as he tries to undo his belt. He Tian smiles at his
efforts but swats his hands away anyway, “It’s okay, I told you I’d do all the
work."
 
So Red does nothing more than watch He Tian crawl off the bed, unbuckle his
pants and let them and his briefs drop to the floor. Red is now staring at a
completely bare He Tian, and quickly realises that He Tian is doing the exact
same thing to him. It's a strange thing to be naked in front of someone else.
There's a vulnerability that Red is just simply not used to.
 
At the very least, he's glad he's not the only one undressed and ogling. “Like
what you see?” He Tian asks.
 
Red’s eyes instantly shift up from He Tian’s lower region to his face,
panicking, “I-”
 
“Ah, you don't have to answer that,” He Tian assures and crawls on top of him.
He kisses Red and playfully murmurs against his lips, “I know you do."
 
This cocky assho- Red is shot right out of his thoughts as He Tian’s long
fingers wrap around his cock, the sensation causing Red to practically go into
cardiac arrest. Red gasps and whines at the touch. He looks down to see He Tian
open his hand wider to hold both of their dicks together. He watches He Tian
move his hips around slowly, and it makes Red cry out. What He Tian is doing
right now with their cocks, is unlike anything Red has ever felt before. It
makes his own masturbation sessions seem dull in comparison. He can no longer
stand keeping his head up to watch, so he drops his head back down and just
enjoys He Tian’s long, slow strokes of their cocks rubbing together.
 
Red opens his eyes slightly, again not remembering when he had closed them, to
discover how close He Tian’s face is to his. He Tian is holding himself above
him with one arm, elbow pressing into the mattress beside Red’s face. He can
feel his heavy breath on his right cheek and ear. It's reassuring to know that
He Tian is also affected by the pleasure of his strokes.
 
Though he was told to let He Tian do everything, Red can't help reaching up and
pulling He Tian down for a hurried kiss. It’s sloppy and hot and Red wants to
just keep doing this, He Tian's tongue in his mouth and his hand around his
dick. When He Tian breaks away, Red stupidly can’t help but chase after his
lips. He Tian is enjoying Red’s neediness and sits up from his elbow onto his
hand. With the other hand he releases their dicks and reaches over to grab the
bottle of lube and one of the condoms on the bedside table. Red remembers side-
eyeing them when he was making the bed earlier. He looks up at He Tian with
suspicion, “Did you leave those out because you knew this would happen?”
 
He Tian only answers with a shrug. Red watches him scoot backwards, lowering
himself closer and closer to his dick, and Red figures that he should just shut
up and let He Tian continue.
 
He Tian goes right past his cock, spreads Red's ass cheeks with his hands and
begins licking his asshole. Red was not expecting that at all, and in his
shock, he let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal. He instantly covers
his mouth. He waits for He Tian to tease and mock him for the girly sound, but
he just continues playing with his hole. How merciful of him. After the
surprise wears off, Red begins to enjoy the feeling of He Tian’s tongue down
there. It’s hot and wet and Red starts moaning at the feeling of his asshole
becoming more and more sensitive.
 
He watches He Tian sit up, the warmth at his hole disappears and Red instantly
misses his tongue. With the bottle of lube in his left hand, He Tian squeezes
the liquid onto his fingers, moves the hand down and slips his lubricated index
finger inside him. It happened so quickly that Red barely had time to feel
shocked or uncomfortable before He Tian started moving his finger inside him,
and he found himself already enjoying it.
 
He Tian bends over him, leaning on his other hand, “It feels good, right?”
 
“Shut up”
 
“I will, but you just need to relax a bit more”
 
“What?”
 
“Relax your ass”
 
That is the weirdest thing anyone has ever said to him. He's not too sure what
he means but Red does his best to ‘Relax His Ass’. He must've been doing
something right because he can feel He Tian’s finger enter him with more ease,
his hole loosening.
 
“That's it,” He Tian whispers.
 
Red gasps as another of He Tian’s fingers press at his entrance and slips
inside. It stings a little but the more He Tian works into him, the more open
and relaxed he gets. After a while, He Tian adds a third finger, twisting and
curling them inside and by then Red is already moaning at how great it feels.
One finger doesn't even compare to three.
 
He Tian withdraws his fingers, leaving Red empty and yearning for them to
return. But then he sees He Tian ripping open the condom wrapper and suddenly
Red feels a strange combination of nervousness and excitement at the prospect
of what will be replacing his fingers. He Tian is very obviously practised with
putting on a condom, because he steadies his dick and rolls the condom onto it
with ease.
 
Red pushes the thought of how many guys He Tian has fucked to the back of his
mind, and focuses on He Tian applying some lube onto his condom-covered dick
and positioning it right at Red's entrance. Oh shit, this is actually going to
happen.
 
He Tian's stupid face is smirking down at him and he asks, “Ready?”
 
This is your last fucking chance to back out.
 
“Yeah” Red nods, “I'm ready."
 
He Tian’s smirk broadens into a full grown grin. He places his hands behind
Red's knees to keep them up and spread apart, “I've been waiting to do this for
a long time."
 
At a very slow pace, He Tian pushes into him and Red clings to the bedsheets,
holding his breath at the overwhelming size difference between a few fingers
and just the tip of He Tian’s cock. He stops halfway and Red has to remind
himself to breathe again. A few more deep breaths and Red gives a slight nod
for He Tian to continue. So He Tian resumes pushing slowly into him, and when
he gets as far as he can go into Red’s ass, he lets out the most satisfied sigh
Red has ever heard from him. It turns Red on a little more. He Tian stays
inside him, waiting for Red to adjust to the feeling. He wriggles around a
little, getting used to the strange feeling of fullness.
 
But then suddenly He Tian pulls almost all the way out and rams right back in
and holy fucking shit.
 
Red screws his eyes shut, He Tian is thrusting in and out of him and it feels
overwhelming, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, it feels
unbelievably good. Red’s moans are loud and continuous, matching the slam of
each of He Tian’s thrusts. He opens his eyes the tiniest bit because he feels
He Tian’s gaze on him, and sure enough, He Tian is looking at him, his grin
never faltering despite the work he's putting into fucking Red.
 
“Hn...fuck...shut up,” Red sputters out between thrusts.
 
He Tian didn’t actually say anything, but the way he was looking at Red might
as well have been read as, ‘you’re so loud~♡’
 
He Tian’s smile only grows from Red’s words and he hates that, but not enough
to try lowering the volume of his moans. Red looks down at He Tian’s chest and
spots beads of sweat starting to form from exertion, though He Tian is showing
no signs of exhaustion from his fast paced pounding into Red. He closes his
eyes again, almost involuntarily, enjoying the feeling of He Tian inside him.
But it’s not enough for him. Untangling one of his hands from the sheets beside
him, Red reaches down to stroke his dick. That’s what he needed, just that
little bit of extra contact to feel the warmth in his stomach grow quicker and
stronger in intensity.
 
“Oi.”
 
He Tian’s threatening voice snaps Red's eyes open and pauses his strokes, “I
said I’d do all the work."
 
He Tian swats his hand away, grips his cock himself and Red’s breath catches in
his throat. He doesn’t get a chance to recover because He Tian starts matching
the strokes of his hand to the thrusts of hips and Red is losing his mind over
all this stimulation. Red can't think, can't move, can't control his breathless
whines. All he knows is that he doesn't want He Tian to stop.
 
Red barely notices the shift until He Tian is already leaning down to stick his
tongue into Red’s open mouth. It silences Red, at least for a moment, focusing
on the lips and tongue overpowering his own. Then on one particular thrust into
him, He Tian hits somewhere deep within him and an electric sensation sores
through him from head to toe. He has to break away from the kiss to cry out and
cling onto He Tian’s back for support. Red presses him closer, desperate for
more of whatever that was, digging his nails into He Tian’s back without
realising it. He Tian groans from the sharp pain and Red only regrets it for a
brief moment until he sees the excited look on He Tian’s face, “That’s the
spot."
 
He Tian licks his lips and Red fears for his fucking life.
 
He Tian rears his hips up and with breathtaking force, slams back in and hits
the mark dead-on. Red has a jerk reaction, tilting his head back into the
pillow, seeing stars in his eyes. His toes curl, his nails dig deeper and his
moans are stuttered but he's begging for more. He Tian picks up the pace to
match Red's desperation, hitting that explosive spot inside him with every
thrust. And the stroking of his cock is just an added unbearableness.
 
“Get on your hands and knees,” He Tian whispers. Red is so preoccupied by the
task at hand that he barely registers He Tian’s command. Then He Tian starts
slowing his pace down to a complete stop and is pulling away.
“No, no” Red whimpers, unapologetically needy. He reaches out, trying to grab
onto any part of He Tian to keep him back in place, but He Tian knocks his
hands away. He slowly pulls out his dick and gets off the bed.
 
“Hands and knees,” He Tian orders once again. This time the words seep into
Red's brain and he obediently, though sluggishly, turns his body around, first
moving onto his stomach before pushing up onto his hands and knees.
 
“Not there.”
 
Before Red could question what he meant by that, He Tian grabs him by the
ankles and aggressively pulls at them. His knees give way and the rest of his
body instantly drops flat on the bed. With He Tian’s hands still tight around
his ankles, he drags him to the edge of the bed and Red hisses at the friction
of the sheets against his sensitive cock. Red thinks about cussing at him for
not giving him much warning, but He Tian is already effortlessly lifting Red’s
waist up and positioning his knees on the end of the mattress, his feet
dangling over the edge. He feels the warmth of He Tian’s body standing behind
him, feels the head of He Tian’s dick against his asshole. There’s no point in
voicing his annoyance, because he's not annoyed.
 
He Tian caresses Red's ass and sighs, “I knew it.”
 
Rising up on his hands again, Red looks behind him just in time to see He Tian
slam into him, hard and deep on the first thrust. Fuck. Red moans as He Tian
keeps him firmly in place by the waist, still deep within him.
 
“Knew...w-what?” Red stutters, trying to catch his breath before He Tian starts
moving.
 
“That you have a perfect ass.”
 
And just like that, He Tian is pounding in and out of him again, acting like he
didn't just give Red a compliment. A perverted compliment but still. Like wow
ok, He Tian thinks his ass is perfect, that's good to know. He can't get his
mind to focus on that new information for much longer, now that this new
position is making He Tian pick up his pace. He's not sure if he prefers this
position over the other. On the one hand; he doesn't have to look at He Tian’s
stupid smug face anymore, but on the other hand; his dick is once again going
untouched.
 
He feels his heavy cock dangling in the space between him and the bed, stiff
and aching. He stops his own hand from reaching down there to touch himself,
resenting the fact that the reason why he doesn't, is because He Tian hasn’t
told him to. Well this is just fucking great, Red is realising how whipped he
already is for this asshole.
 
The force of He Tian’s relentless thrusts are too much for his arms to handle.
Red lowers onto his elbows, leaving only his ass in the air. His forehead
weighs down on the bed and he closes his eyes, all he can hear is the slick
slide of He Tian’s dick inside him and the embarrassingly loud and exhausted
moans coming from his own mouth. He Tian pushes into him again and again and
again. Red wouldn't be able to stop his whimpering even if he tried.
 
One of He Tian’s hands leave Red’s waist and reaches over to wrap around his
neck. Not tightly, but Red still stops breathing at the shock as He Tian pulls
him up by the throat and smacks Red’s back against his chest. He thinks back to
He Tian’s initial advances back at the apartment door. In this upright position
it's a tighter fit for He Tian’s dick, and that obviously feels great for He
Tian, with the way he's breathing heavily beside Red's ear. The drag is rougher
and more intense, the burning inside him reaching an almost painful
temperature. With He Tian’s arms wrapped around him, and the bed sheets too far
away to grasp, Red's arms flail around trying to cling onto something,
anything. He raises his arms above his head and reaches back to entwine his
fingers into He Tian’s hair. Unfazed, He Tian keeps pushing in and Red clenches
his fists, the tightness feeling amazing.
 
While the hand wrapped gently around Red’s neck stays up to keep Red upright
and supported, He Tian’s other hand moves down to grip Red’s neglected cock.
Fuck. Yes. He Tian starts jerking him off at a faster pace than his thrusts
into his ass. The stimulation is growing fast and Red knows he's not going to
last much longer.
 
He Tian’s breath is hot, whispering into his ear, “Open your eyes."
 
Despite the dizzying fog of pleasure surrounding his mind and the nonstop moans
escaping his mouth, Red manages to actually understand what He Tian just told
him to do. Red had his eyes screwed shut so tightly that when he reopens them
for He Tian, all of his surroundings were in a blur. He tries focusing and when
the blurriness starts disappearing he immediately zeroes in on their reflection
in He Tian's ceiling-to-floor glass windows opposite them. Now that the sun has
set, the darkness outside allows their reflection to show up very clearly. Oh
god. He wants to look away, flushing with embarrassment at the sight of his
naked and wrecked state, but He Tian holds Red’s jaw in his hand and forces his
head to turn. There they are again, in the reflection of the window on their
left. From the side Red can sees the way his ass is perked out for He Tian’s
cock to slide in and out with ease. He sees his bare skin shine with sweat, the
marks on his torso darkening, his arms shaking, and a hand stroking his leaking
cock. Red looks completely and utterly fucked.
 
“You’re close, aren't you?” He Tian questions into his ear and it makes Red
shiver.
 
“Yes,” Red gasps.
 
“What was that? I didn't hear you,” He Tian asks with a shit-eating grin spread
across his face, toying with him. He Tian slows his pace, and Red instantly
panics, not wanting him to stop until it’s all over.
 
“Yes! I am fucking close, alright!?” Red calls out, loud and clear.
 
“Good,” He Tian replies, tightening his grip on Red’s dick. He Tian must get a
real kick out of making Red feel desperate. He can't just shut up and get on
with it, he's gotta tease him first. What an assh… ah fuck it, Red doesn’t care
anymore. He returns to blissfully enjoying He Tian fucking into him over and
over again, breathing heavy with the pleasure rising close to its peak. He Tian
bites and licks his ear, as if the stroking of his cock to the rhythm of the
fast paced thrusts wasn't bad enough. He feels his climax getting closer, the
swirl of heat feels deep and intense, it's unbearable.
 
“Fu-fuck!” Red moans.
 
His orgasm surges through his body and he cries out, as cum spills from his
dick onto He Tian’s hand and the bed below. He continues to moan and gasp with
his exhausted and strained voice as He Tian rubs the head of his sensitive
cock, wringing out the last of his orgasm. His body goes limp against He Tian’s
chest.
 
With the other hand still wrapped around Red’s jaw, He Tian turns Red’s face to
make him look at him. As their eyes locked, He Tian lifts up his other hand and
slowly licks off Red’s cum from his fingers. At the sight of that, Red feels
his dick twitch and he moans in frustration, why is this asshole so fucking
hot?
 
He Tian removes his hold around Red's neck and so with nothing to support him,
Red instantly slumps forward onto the bed. The sheets are cool against his warm
face, but he has no time to enjoy it as He Tian picks up where he had left off.
He had paused his pounding into Red to let Red focus on his own release. But
now that that's over, He Tian’s fast pace returns, fucking him hard and
relentless, even while Red whines from the over sensitivity. He knows his
whimpering is pathetic but there's little else he can do, exhausted from being
being fucked and held up against He Tian for so long. He's weak and sore but he
doesn't hate the feeling of He Tian’s thrusts getting more erratic. He's too
tired to turn around and look but he can hear He Tian’s quickening breath and
knows that he won't last much longer.
 
He Tian’s thrusts sputter to a halt and he comes with little more than a soft
groan and a satisfied sigh. That's it? Now Red feels even more embarrassed,
knowing that when he came he was practically screaming.
He Tian takes a final moment to collect himself before he holds onto the condom
at the base of his cock and slowly pulls out of Red.
 
Now finally released of him, Red slumps down onto the bed and rolls onto his
back. Red strangely feels empty without He Tian’s dick inside him, almost like
he misses it. But he's not going to say that out loud.
 
He Tian returns, having thrown the used condom in his dustbin, and stands next
to the bed looking down at him. Red doesn’t need to look back to know that he's
got his stupid smug smile on his face again. He Tian lightly strokes Red’s
inner thigh, and Red flinches away at the touch, it's too soon for that.
 
He Tian huffs out a laugh, “So I guess there's no chance for a round two,
then?”
 
Red looks at him now, unimpressed, “Oh please, like you could get your dick
back up that quickly.”
 
He Tian tilts his head back to laugh in earnest, a reaction Red wasn't
expecting and it makes his stomach do flips. He Tian looks back at Red again
with his heavy lidded eyes, and slowly crawls on top of him, “Don't
underestimate me.”
 
He bites his lip and Red’s heart starts racing, round two? Now!? But as soon as
he thinks he's being serious, He Tian breaks character with a chuckle and rolls
onto his back beside Red.
“Nah, I'm done for the night."
 
There's a pause between them, where neither of them speak. Red doesn’t really
know what to say.
 
“Just to make things clear, I'm not your fucking boyfriend,” He Tian says
suddenly.
 
“Huh?” Red responds. Truthfully he wasn't really listening to what He Tian
said, his pulse was still pounding in his ears. Red turns his head to focus on
him, while He Tian is leaning on his elbow looking right back at him, he notes
that He Tian isn’t smiling anymore.
 
“Us fucking. It doesn't mean we're now in a relationship, okay?” He Tian
clarifies, and with a look of disapproval, he continues, “I'm not going to hold
your hand, or go to the movies with you, or introduce you to my parents.”
 
“Ha, good,” Red responds, “because I don't want you to be my fucking boyfriend
either. I'm still straight as far as anyone’s concerned.”
 
“Fine by me. You can stay in the closet until the day you die for all I care.”
 
“I appreciate that.”
 
“Okay,” He Tian looks satisfied, “Good talk.”
 
He Tian pats him twice on the chest and Red finally becomes aware of how sticky
and gross he feels.
 
“I need a shower,” Red says.
 
“You know where to find it.”
 
Yes, he does know where the shower is. It’s crazy to think that just over an
hour ago, Red had been contemplating whether or not he should give it a quick
scrub, given how clean it already looked.
 
As soon as the water hits his skin he’s thinking about what he just let happen.
He just had sex with He Tian. The guy that pisses him off most in the world.
The guy of his guiltiest wet dreams. And he just got fucked by him. How is Red
supposed to feel about that? Overall...it was pretty fucking amazing. Red’s own
fantasies of He Tian have got nothing on the real deal. He Tian was all over
him, so all-consuming, so strong and in control, Red has never had a more
intense orgasm in his life. The sex was great, it was really fucking great.
 
At least on his end of it.
 
A sinking gut feeling takes over as Red starts thinking about whether He Tian
had enjoyed it as much as he did. A frown grows on his face at the doubt and
uncertainty. He Tian had said ‘let me do all the work’, and he really did do
all the work. Red had done nothing but provide an asshole for He Tian to fuck
in. He might as well have been a blowup sex doll with battery noises included.
No wonder He Tian hit his orgasm with barely any noise, there must not have
been any real pleasure in it for him. He doubts He Tian would want to do this
again with him. He probably just wanted check off another person on his to-fuck
list. And that whole conversation about not being boyfriends adds to this. This
was nothing but a one time thing.
 
Red sighs with resignation, not because he wanted to have sex with him again
(though he actually did), but because he was probably out of the cleaning job.
He Tian doesn’t need him anymore, he already took what he really wanted. Ah
well, goodbye any future big ass pay cheques.
 
He ended his shower quickly, only wiping the sweat and other fluids from his
body and hair. He dries himself with one of the clean towels he had placed on
the rack earlier, and heads back out into the main room. With the towel wrapped
around his waist he walks towards He Tian, standing at one of the large scale
windows, in a new pair of briefs and a lit up cigarette in one hand. Red really
should be collecting his clothes, getting ready to leave, but he still draws
towards He Tian first. He needs to get some closure on where they stand before
this thing between them ends.
 
He Tian takes an inhale of his cigarette and continues to stare out the window,
looking at the city’s night-life. Red tries to look through it too but can only
focus on their own very clear reflections. And with that thought he asks, “Can
people see us? Through these windows?”
 
He Tian is already puffing out laughter by the time Red finishes his question,
“No,” he taps the window glass, “They're tinted.”
 
“Good.”
 
He Tian reaches out to grab hold of Red’s towel and drags him closer towards
him, “You worried about people seeing your naked gay ass?” With a twist of his
hand, he unties the towel and they both watch it slip down onto the floor. Red
just stands there, a little cold now, and lets He Tian’s eyes take him in,
smoke spills from his mouth as he does so.
 
Shit, he's having one last look before he tells Red to fuck off. And he's just
standing there naked, this is just fucking-
“I'll get you to clean this up, the next time you come over,” He Tian says.
 
“Huh?”
 
He Tian taps the cigarette against the glass window, and as he gestures to the
ash falling on the floor, he elaborates, “This.”
 
He gestures to the pile of sheets rumpled up at the edge of the bed, “And the
dirty sheets, I'll get you to wash them too. And as much as I enjoy your beef
stew, I'm going to need you to cook something else next time."
 
Red’s stomach flips, he said those two words again. “Next time?” Red asks.
 
“Of course,” He Tian licks his lips and leans closer to Red, “I'm a dirty,
dirty boy, and I need a maid to look after me."
 
Red pretends that that did not just turn him on a little. His face shows
disgust, but he’s finding it difficult not to smile at the confirmation that
yes, he still has a job and yes, they’re going to continue fucking. If He Tian
thinks Red’s not convinced to continue working for him he adds, “The pay is
going to be just as good as the one you got from today."
 
Red didn’t need more convincing but he still acts like he’s mulling it over,
humming and scrunching his brow, like this is some sort of difficult decision,
“Alright, but I'm not going to be wearing any maid costumes.”
 
“Mmm, don't give me any ideas,” He Tian reaches around with both hands to grab
Red’s ass, he pulls him closer and squeezes. Red tries not to notice the
familiar heat returning to his lower regions as He Tian leans forward and
kisses him. Red’s not sure if he likes the smokey taste of He Tian’s lips, its
always been there as an aftertaste with every kiss they’ve shared, but right
after a smoke, the taste is dominant and right in Red’s mouth. But whatever,
it’s not like he has the power or courage to tell He Tian to quit.
 
Eventually, Red pulls away, a little breathless and still very aware that he’s
completely naked, “I gotta go."
 
He Tian definitely looks like he’s ready for round 2 now, but steps back
anyway, “Alright. See you at school."
 
He Tian gives him a slap on the ass and heads for the bathroom for his own
shower. With He Tian gone, this gives Red a chance to get dressed without
feeling awkward about it. He picks up his bag that He Tian had taken off of him
ages ago and as he leaves the apartment, he checks to make sure the envelope of
money is still there. Which it is.
 
The twisted feeling returns and he shakes his head to try and get rid of it,
You are not a prostitute, alright? He is not paying you to sleep with him.
Chapter End Notes
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***** After Class *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Not that Red is counting, but he and He Tian have had sex exactly nine times
over the span of two weeks. He's not counting. He just happens to have kept
track. It goes the same way each time anyway, Red comes over to cook and clean
and then when he's done, He Tian is pushing him down onto the bed.
 
Sometimes they go straight to He Tian’s apartment together after school,
keeping each other at an arm's distance away. Red is thankful for that. He’s
very conscious about making sure no one knows about the new aspect of their
relationship. None of his friends have noticed the shift, the lack of overt
hostility towards He Tian. But it's not like Red and He Tian spend that much
time together for people to notice anything. They circle around each other in
the shared spaces of classes and school grounds, never ending up in places
alone together.
 
It doesn't stop He Tian from sending him dirty looks full of lust whenever he
can, but that's exactly how he looked at Red before this thing between them
started, so no changes there. The only difference is it's effect on Red. Back
when he was Narnia-deep in the closet, a look like that would fill him with
fear and disgust. Now it fills him with fear and craving.
 
Red feels safe with this arrangement, no need to worry about people finding out
at all. What happens in He Tian's apartment, stays in He Tian's apartment.
 
That is until Red finds himself alone with He Tian after class on school
grounds.
 
On the day Red had cleaning duty, with the sun filling the classroom with a
warm orange glow, he hears the faint sound of the door sliding open. He turns
from his work of packing up his classmate’s exercise books on the shelf, to
find He Tian right outside the entrance. He looks just as surprised as him.
 
“Uh, hey?”
 
“Hey.”
 
“W-What are you doing here?”
 
He Tian takes a cautious step inside, “My homeroom teacher sent me here to
deliver a letter.”
 
“Oh,” Red responds, that's reasonable, “Okay.”
He's a little lost for words, what else is there to say? Just being alone in a
room with him is enough to feel a strong heat build up inside of him.
 
He Tian gives the empty room a once-over and turns around to look outside the
door, “Where’s your cleaning duty partner?”
 
Red gulps, “She bailed...had a shift to go to.”
 
“I see,” He Tian is running things through his head, clearly deciding on
something when he turns around to close the door and lock it.
 
So He Tian was thinking the same thing as he was.
 
But just because Red was just thinking it too, doesn't mean he actually wants
to go through with it, “We’re at school.”
 
He Tian heads towards the class windows, “Yes I know.”
 
“We could get caught.”
 
He Tian he starts lowering the blinds and gives him a look, “You do see me
taking precautions, right?”
 
He goes to lower the next two sets of blinds, “Anything else?”
 
This is bad, they shouldn’t do this here. They haven’t done anything outside of
He Tian’s apartment before and the sound of it is exciting, but this could end
really really badly, “I-”
 
Red’s breath gets stuck in his throat as He Tian captures his lips in a kiss
instead, fiery and hungry. He Tian keeps stepping forwards, moving Red
backwards until he has him against the teacher’s desk. He Tian breaks away from
the kiss, waiting for Red to agree to this. He looks into He Tian’s eager eyes,
and hesitantly responds, “I might be loud.”
 
That was all the confirmation He Tian needed to lift Red up onto the desk and
start to unbutton Red’s shirt, “Don’t be ridiculous. You will be loud.”
 
Red rolls his eyes, “Yeah thanks for the vote of confidence, asshole.”
 
He Tian finishes unbuttoning Red’s shirt, and of course it was today of all
days that he had no clean singlet to wear underneath. With Red's chest up for
his viewing pleasure, He Tian strokes his hands across it, lightly passing Reds
nipples before he leans down and takes one into his mouth. Red cannot help the
whispered fuck that escapes his lips. He Tian sucks and licks and bites and Red
has to have his hands in He Tian’s hair for support at the feeling. But as much
as Red is enjoying this foreplay, he can't stop worrying about how long they
can be doing this before someone, like the janitor, comes knocking on the door.
“D-don’t you think...you should hurry it up?”
 
Red's eyes snap open, immediately realising his mistake. He Tian slowly rises
up again, until he's at eye level with Red and it's painfully obvious that he's
not at his full dominating height. Fear strikes right through Red's heart at
the ice cold look He Tian gives him, “Am I boring you?”
 
“No! Uh, I mean in case someone-” Red is cut off by the rough hand pushing him
down, his back hitting the surface of the desk hard.
 
He panics for a moment, seeing He Tian lean over him, “You’re right. We should
be quick about it.”
 
He Tian trails a finger from Red’s chest down to his abdomen, “I'll get right
to it then.”
He unbuckles Red's belt, giving him a devilish smile that Red should not be
finding attractive, “Do your best to keep that hot voice of yours down.”
 
Red's shoes and socks are off in seconds and his pants and underwear quickly
follow after them. His bare ass is now laying down against the cold desk, but
he soon forgets the discomfort as He Tian’s hand wraps around his cock. He
jerks it a few times with barely any pressure, drawing out a soft groan from
Red. This is fine, if Red just keeps his voice down to this volume throughout,
no one will hear them.
 
Getting on his knees, He Tian remains focused on Red, tightening his grip and
stroking with more vigour. He moves and twists his hand down Red's cock before
sliding back up and pressing his thumb along the head. Red inhales deeply
through his nose with no choice but to turn away as He Tian’s open mouth
sloppily kisses the wet tip and trails his tongue down all the way to the base.
Keep your voice down, you idiot, keep your voice down.
 
“Lift up your legs,” He Tian quietly commands.
 
That's all he needed to say before Red complies, feeling only slight
embarrassment as he lifts his legs up, using his arms to bring them closer to
his chest. Red jolts in mild surprise at how quickly He Tian's tongue went to
his ass. He Tian is certainly not taking his time prepping him anymore, his
tongue pushing past his entrance, wetting and opening Red up at a pace that has
Red gasping. The sensation is enough for Red to pull his legs even closer to
his chest, spreading his ass more to give more room for He Tian’s face. More
space for He Tian to flatten his tongue against his rim and slide it all the
way up to his cock.
 
Red can only whimper as He Tian squeezes one of his ass cheeks while the other
hand is pressing a wet finger against his entrance. The finger slips in while
Red is momentarily distracted by He Tian’s mouth around his cock once again.
The distraction may have helped getting rid of some of the discomfort from the
finger but it could not have stopped Red from moaning loud enough that he had
to cover his mouth. Shit, shit, shit, that was loud, shit, shit. He Tian shifts
his eyes up to Red's face and if he didn't have a mouth full of dick, Red knew
he'd be smiling.
 
Red continues to moan with a hand tight around his mouth, as he feels the
finger work into him. For now the hand is helping to cover his reactions, but
he doesn't know how much good that will do if he gets any louder. His muffled
moans could start sounding like someone's in trouble in here.
 
As He Tian continues sucking away, he adds a second finger, stretching and
curling them inside of Red. He scissors his fingers roughly but he never goes
near Red's prostate. He Tian is smart enough to know that if he hit that spot,
Red would be screaming. By the third finger though, Red is almost crying from
the frustration of He Tian’s fingers not hitting the place that he wants. It's
practically torture. He knows that he should be quiet but he wants the teasing
to end more. Truthfully they still haven't been at it for long, so Red is both
surprised and blessed when He Tian asks, “You ready?”
 
“Yeah,” Red responds with a quick nod, managing to stop himself from adding,
please hurry. His need to speed this up, now has less to do with his fear of
getting caught and more to do with his desire to have He Tian’s dick inside of
him already. No need to say that out loud either.
He Tian stands up, his knees giving a little clicking sound from kneeling all
that time. He digs inside his pocket and takes out his wallet. What the fuck?
Why? Red wants to say. Inside his wallet, he pulls out an unopened condom. He
Tian had a condom with him. Of course he has a fucking condom with him, it's He
Tian. As Red watches him unzip his pants and roll the condom onto his very
hard, untouched cock, he notices that He Tian is still fully dressed, while he
is lying almost completely naked on the teacher’s desk. His opened shirt being
the only thing still on him.
 
If Red wasn’t so desperate to be fucked already, he'd be reaching up to
unbutton He Tian’s shirt, so that he could get a good look at his rippling
chest while he fucks him. Jesus christ, get your thirst in check will you? It's
too late for him to do that, with He Tian's cock already positioned just
outside Red's asshole. It’s a little hard for He Tian to slip in, given that
they had no lube and the prep was at a minimum, but he still takes his time,
letting Red get used it. Its one of He Tian's most caring qualities. No matter
how much prep has gone into him, He Tian will always take the very first thrust
as slowly as possible.
 
However, once Red has gotten used it, that's when his gentleness ends. He Tian
pulls out and then slams back in with force and finally, finally, the real good
shit begins.
 
Red still has his hand over his mouth, covering the worst of his sounds, but
now the problem is He Tian. Everytime he thrusts into him, he also bangs his
legs against the desk, making the sounds very suggestible to anyone who might
hear them outside the door. He Tian’s quick solution; he wraps his hands around
Red’s thighs and lifts his waist up and drags a little away from the edge of
the desk. Just Red's head and upper back are lying on it. Now in this new semi-
elevated position, the only noises are Red's muffled moans as He Tian continues
fucking him once again.
 
Whining, Red lies there, hands struggling between covering his loud mouth and
locking onto the edge of the desk for support as He Tian starts to really build
up the pace. His thrusts getting faster and faster, the more Red fights to keep
his voice down. He can't contain it for much longer, can't do much more to
prevent them from getting caught as his cock is aching for release. His orgasm
is building up, He Tian hitting his prostate over and over and over again.
“Red?”
 
“Mm?” with a covered mouth, that's all Red can say to let He Tian know that
he's listening.
 
He Tian smiles down at him, “Touch yourself.”
 
Red does not need to be told twice. But he has a moment's pause to decide on
which hand. He needs one over his mouth to stop the moans and needs one
gripping the desk for support. Braving it, he removes the hand over his mouth
and wraps it around his leaking cock. Biting his bottom lip and breathing
heavily through his nose, Red strokes himself hastily, squeezing the base hard
and running his fingers under the head. He’s a mess and losing control fast.
Spurts of desperate moans escape his throat - he’s so close, he’s so fucking
close - and he doesn’t care about how wrecked and loud he sounds. He feels the
release everywhere, heat is flooding his entire body, his vision is blurring.
Just as he screams from the orgasm hitting him, the hand that had been clinging
onto the desk for dear life, lets go and covers his mouth. When he comes his
hips jerk uncontrollably and with no hand stabling him, he slides closer to He
Tian, sinking him further in. He Tian gains more control and tightens his grip
around Red’s waist, his hips moving faster and harder, focusing on reaching his
own release. Sweating and shuddering, Red can feel his cum cooling on his
stomach and given the angle of his body, slowly sliding down his chest. In the
haze of his post-orgasm, Red feels thankful that he wasn’t wearing an
undershirt because the only thing that needed cleaning was his chest. No need
to explain weird crusty stains to his mother when she does the washing.
 
“You have a little on your face,” He Tian huffs with a laugh, very out of
breath.
 
The next few words that Red replies with - he has no idea where they came from,
why he said it or how he had the guts to even suggest it. Maybe it’s because he
watched it happen in some gay porn last night, maybe it’s because he likes
seeing He Tian come, or maybe it’s because he’s just been sexually satisfied
and wants He Tian to be satisfied too. Whatever the reason, before he can stop
himself, Red calmly asks, “Do you want to put some more on my face?”
 
He Tian's brows furrow, distracted from the task at hand, “Wha-?”
But then he snaps his head back at him, picking up what Red is implying, and
with a mixture of confusion and yearning, he accepts Red’s offer with a; well
fuck.
He Tian pulls out, leaving Red feeling empty and adjusts him so that he’s fully
lying back on the desk. With his hands and knees, he climbs on top of Red,
carefully avoiding the spill on Red's stomach. He Tian’s cock is close enough
to Red’s face that he could lean up and lick the tip. But Red doesn’t do that.
Instead he watches He Tian fling off the condom, dropping it somewhere neither
of them cares to look and starts stroking himself off at a fast pace, right
above Red.
 
He ignores the reddening cock nearing it’s peak right in front of him and
instead focuses only on He Tian's face. Red doesn’t often get to see He Tian’s
orgasm face, but when he does, it's a fucking beautiful sight. His panting is
heavy, his mouth open and slack, his brow furrowed in concentration, and most
importantly there's no stupid smirk in sight. When he's this close, it almost
looks like he forgets who he is, forgets that he's meant to be a sex-crazy
control freak. He looks vulnerable in these small moments. He Tian strokes his
cock just a few more times, then his head tilts back and gives a harsh but
quiet groan as he comes, streaks of cum falling down over Red’s face. He feels
it land on his cheek, chin, forehead and just the tiniest bit on the side
mouth. Without thinking, he sticks his tongue out to get a taste of He Tian's
cum for the first time. It's weird, that's for sure, but it's not the worst
thing he's ever tasted.
 
Red’s eyes finally shift from He Tian’s face and down to his wrung out cock, a
little bit still on the tip. He's never had it in his mouth before, and it's so
close that he could just do it. He Tian didn't tell him to, but would He Tian
really mind? So Red parts his lips and lifts his head up to let the sticky cock
enter his mouth.
 
“Fuck,” He Tian groans above him. He knows that He Tian is watching him as he
runs his tongue over it and gasps every time Red gives it a suck. He Tian pulls
his cock out and Red wants to chase after it, the taste of He Tian had very
quickly became addicting. He Tian braces his hands on the desk on either side
of Red's head, shaking with want and exhaustion, “Guan Shan.”
 
Red's heart skips a beat, He Tian dropping his real name out of nowhere,
“Yeah?”
 
“Did you like how I tasted?”
 
Well it looks like He Tian’s stupid smug grin has returned with a vengeance,
more stronger than ever. No way does Red want to feed that ego of his, “Not
really.”
 
“Uh huh, sure.” He Tian climbs off the desk, and readjusts himself back into
his pants. He hands Red the tissue box on one of classrooms shelves to wipe his
chest and face clean. Red sits up, feeling surges of pain in his neck, back and
ass. He's not up to doing it again on a hard surface anytime soon.
 
After wiping himself off, He Tian takes over cleaning places that Red can't see
on his face, “You’ve got some in your hair too.”
He Tian brushes at Red's hair, looking like he's enjoying the grossed out
expression on Red's face.
 
“Terrific,” Red responds sarcastically.
 
He Tian raises his hands in defence, still clearly enjoying Red's
embarrassment, “Hey, you’re the one who offered.”
 
Red keeps his mouth shut at that, because how can he argue against something
true?
 
“Speaking of,” He Tian continues, his voice lowering in curiosity, “Where the
fuck did that come from?”
“What?”
 
He Tian steps forward and wedges himself between Red's legs hanging off the
desk. He leans in close, wanting to see Red's full response, “The ‘put some
more on my face’ line. What brought that on?”
 
Red blushes deeply and looks away. Crap, looks like He Tian isn’t going to
forget that burst of forwardness from him anytime soon. He Tian is watching him
closely and Red can’t think of an answer that will save him some dignity.
 
“Porn,” he mumbles.
 
“Pfff,” He Tian bursts out laughing, tilting his head back. Yep. Somehow his
mind told him to answer with the most embarrassing one, because it's better
than admitting that he thinks He Tian's orgasm face is gorgeous or that he
wanted to do it to help He Tian enjoy himself more. Red continues to look away,
adding a shrug in the hopes that He Tian will just drop the inquiry.
 
“Well,” He Tian recovers from his little laughing fit, leans close to his ear
and whispers, “It was hot.”
 
A chill runs down Red’s spine and he feels oddly validated. Ever since the
beginning of their fuck buddy relationship, He Tian had been calling all the
shots, but for the first time Red was able to contribute to it. Well not by
that much, he still had to just lay there and let He Tian do the work, but
whatever, it was still Red's suggestion.
 
He Tian moves away to give Red space to get changed. While Red puts his clothes
back on, aching all over, He Tian idly walks around the classroom to find the
thrown away condom. Red feels gross having to put his uniform over his sweaty,
sticky body. He'd rather go for a really hot shower right now. While He Tian,
looks to be in a positive and skippy mood. He finds the condom and heads back
to the teacher's desk to wrap it in a tissue and throw it in the bin. Red is
putting his shoes back on when He Tian pulls something out of his pocket. It's
the letter that he had originally come here to deliver.
“Alright, that's it for me,” he places the letter on the teacher’s desk with a
smile.
 
“Okay.”
 
He Tian unlocks the door and leaves. While Red is left spent, exhausted and a
little annoyed that He Tian didn't offer to help him finish cleaning up. What a
dick.
 
He hears the door slide open again and watches He Tian quickly walk back in. He
goes over to the bookshelf where Red had been when he had first walked in, and
starts putting exercise books away.
 
“What are you doing?” Red questions.
 
“When someone let’s you come on their face, sometimes you just gotta help them
finish with their cleaning duties,” He Tian gives Red a two second smile and
turns back to the shelf.
 
Well okay then. Red tries to squash the stupid warm feeling in his stomach and
gets back to work too.
Chapter End Notes
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***** At the Movies *****
Red has always been very uptight with his money. Living just above the poverty
line can do that to people, especially those who are determined to rise further
than where they started. With this mindset, Red has lived a number of years
only spending his money on things that he needs, not what he wants.
 
Like sandwiches. People have always thought that he loves sandwiches, given how
much he's been seen eating them. But truthfully they’re just cheap and filling
enough to keep him satiated all day. Not to mention they're the healthier
option to the also cheap fast food available to him. He thinks about these
sorts of reasons before buying anything and this is why his mother once
drunkenly joked that he was ‘a punk on the streets and a budget manager in the
spreadsheets’. Luckily she forgot she said that the next day and has never
repeated it since, because god that was an embarrassing night. His mother had
said this because he weighs out the pros and cons of all purchases and decides
if he really needs it. Which is why, Red standing in line to buy a movie
ticket, makes no sense at all. He doesn't need to go the movies, but he wants
to. And in Budget Manager Red's mind, just wanting to go see a movie - any
movie, is not a good enough reason to spend money. So why isn't he stopping
himself?
 
For one; working for He Tian has been very financially rewarding and so he has
plenty of money to spare. And two; he just needed a change. He feels his
personal life splitting between home with his mother and with He Tian at his
apartment. He's either at one or the other and he just wanted to chill
somewhere else and switch off his mind.
 
He doesn't even know what he just paid to see, as he heads for cinema five,
only saying he wanted a ticket for the next time session. Stepping into the
corner of the back row, well away from everyone else and with no popcorn or
drinks (because he's still not excessive with his spendings), he sinks into his
seat. He closes his eyes, ready for two hours of mind-numbing entertainment.
 
“Red?”
 
His eyes practically shoot out of his head as he turns to looks up to see He
Tian standing next to him with a box of popcorn in hand. He Tian looks down at
him with a devilish smile on his face. Red gulps, his heart beating faster. He
already knows the answer, but he can't help but ask, “What are you doing here?”
 
He Tian looks down at his popcorn box, gives the entire cinema a once-over and
then turns back to Red with mocking attitude, “Obviously to see the movie.”
 
Red wants to roll his eyes, but instead goes for a rebuttal, hidden under fake
confusion, “You go to the movies? Like you actually do normal things?” Red
snaps back. Two can play at this game.
 
He Tian doesn't look offended in the slightest but he still clutches at his
heart, “Ouch, you wound me, Red.”
And before Red can even think to stop him, He Tian has already taken the seat
next to him. Panicking, Red wants an answer to the question that he really
wants answered, “Did you come here because I was here?”
 
“Nope,” He Tian answers bluntly, “Pure coincidence. Like no offense, but you're
not the centre of my universe.”
 
Red can believe the second half of He Tian’s response easily enough, but the
pure coincidence part is still up for debate. Suddenly the cinema lights dim
into darkness, the big screen lights up and Red is left to just deal with
sitting next to the person who gives him the most stress in the world.
 
He hears a few people still quietly talking as the ads play, reminding him that
he is not alone with He Tian in the dark. He hears the crunch of popcorn next
to him, He Tian eating and settling in like he's not affecting Red’s heart rate
right now. This is the opposite of what Red wanted to happen here. He wanted to
relax and do nothing, but how can do that when he can feel his dick growing
half hard just from He Tian’s presence? He doesn’t know if He Tian has the guts
to try anything in such a public area, but just the possibility has him
sweating, heart still pounding.
 
The opening credits starts to play and from the boppy music alone, Red thinks
this'll be a romantic comedy. Yeah sure He Tian actually wants to see this, Red
thinks sarcastically. But seeing as He Tian’s attention is on the movie, Red
decides that he should stop worrying about He Tian doing anything. And even if
he does, Red will stop him. Red will absolutely stop him.
*
Thirty minutes into the movie, and Red is still not really watching it. He
can’t concentrate and even though he is staring straight ahead, none of his
attention is towards what's happening on screen. All he can focus on is He
Tian’s hand in his peripheral vision, going down to his popcorn and up to his
mouth. Red feels feels frustrated at being distracted by He Tian but also
frustrated because He Tian isn’t doing anything.
*
It's probably around the first hour mark when He Tian sets aside his now empty
popcorn box and rather loudly licks his buttered fingers. Then after wiping it
dry on his own pants, he just ever so subtly places his hand on Red’s thigh.
Very, very high up on Red's thigh. Almost touching his dick kind of high.
 
This is what Red was fucking waiting for. He can't even pretend to be shocked
or outraged at He Tian’s advances. Like hell He Tian could sit and watch a
movie with Red without any funny business going down. It just wouldn't align
with the He Tian that Red knows.
 
He Tian isn’t even looking at him, his attention still straight ahead at the
screen, while his damn fingers are stroking over the muscles of Red's tense
thigh. Red watches a tiny smirk grow on He Tian's face as he drags his palm up
and presses it down directly over Red’s cock. Shit this is bad. Red tries to
stop him from doing anything more by grabbing hold of He Tian’s wrist. But he
doesn't attempt to actually move He Tian’s hand away. Conflicted feelings run
through Red, searching for the pros and cons of the situation He Tian is
presenting to him. His mind is screaming; you came here to chill! This is the
opposite of that! While his body is aching with the frustration of an hour long
semi-erection. The newly added pressure of He Tian’s hand makes blood rush down
to his cock at a rate that makes Red feel lightheaded.
 
Now He Tian finally looks at him, a hint of a smile on his face permanently on
display. He then simply closes his fingers over Red's cock and squeezes. Red
makes a little noise at that, shit, just an exhalation of breath but he’s
positive some of the audience heard it. He can't take his eyes off He Tian long
enough to look around and see if anyone’s turning their heads back at them.
Red's hips jerk as He Tian squeezes him one more time before suddenly letting
go and drawing his hand away.
 
Confused and even more frustrated than before, Red let's go of his wrist and
bites his lip at the loss of pressure on his dick. He really should be feeling
more embarrassment at the shameless want he sees all across He Tian's face, but
instead it just leaves him hot and bothered. Suddenly He Tian moves to kneel on
the floor in front of him, unbuckling the belt around Red’s jeans.
 
Oh hell fucking no, nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.
 
Sure it's dark and hard to see anything besides the screen, but this was not
happening. Red stops He Tian from going any further, grabbing both of his
wrists, and with all the resolve he can muster, he whispers, “Not. Here.”
 
Red might want what He Tian is offering but, goddamn it, not when there are
other people in the fucking room. He worries that him stopping He Tian might
make him mad for denying him, or worse, make him stop his advances altogether,
but instead He Tian stands up and grabs Red's arm. They briskly walk out of the
cinema five and head towards the male bathroom. He Tian lets go of him and
moves on to kick open all the stall doors to make sure no one else is in there
with them. Red looks around too, noticing how shiny and pristine it looks. One
thing you can rely on in cinema bathrooms is their cleanliness. He can't say
the same thing for other types of public bathrooms.
 
He Tian pushes the last stall open, the furthest from the door and the urinals,
and once he confirms that yes they are alone, he turns back to Red and holds
him by the waist, moving backwards into that empty stall. He closes the door
and pushes Red against it, stepping closer to reach around and lock it. Now
that they're hidden away together, He Tian takes a moment to kiss him. Red
opens his mouth to let He Tian’s tongue slip in and groans as his erection only
grows further with this heated contact.
 
He Tian pulls away and goes to close the toilet lid. He sits down on it and
with a hold on Red's belt, he drags Red closer to him. He Tian focuses on
unbuckling Red's pants for the second time in the last five minutes.
“I could've blown you while you were sitting nice and comfy in that theatre
chair,” He Tian murmurs, now moving onto Red's zipper, “Well too fucking late
now, you're going to be standing for this.”
 
“There was no way you could've done anything in there without peopl-ahh,” Red
lets out a yelp as He Tian quickly pulls out Red’s dick and wraps his hand
around it. With barely any pressure, He Tian tugs up and down a few times,
drawing out a frustrated groan from Red.
“Ah,” He Tian sighs with a reminiscent expression, “How could I have forgotten
how loud you can be~”
 
“Shut up.”
 
“You first,” He Tian quips back, now focusing on tightening his grip and
stroking Red’s cock for real. He twists his hand in a steady motion before
sliding his thumb over the tip. Red is already shaking by the time He Tian
looks up, eyes locking with his as he swirls his tongue languidly around the
head of Red’s cock. He places his hands on Red's waist, not too tight but Red
knows that it means ‘don't you dare move’. So Red doesn’t, his chest breathing
in and out, exhales gradually getting harsher.
 
Red lets out a sigh when his cock bumps against He Tian’s cheek, flicking his
tongue across the tip and sinking down onto the cock again. Adjusting his neck,
He Tian starts sinking his mouth further, trying to take Red in as deep as he
could. When his cock hits the back of He Tian’s throat, Red feels like he's
seconds away from passing out. He wishes he could sit down so that he doesn’t
have to worry about his knees giving way.
 
He Tian pulls out for a quick breather. And when he goes back in, Red’s cock
hitting his throat again, he takes a deep breath, relaxes his jaw and slowly
takes him deeper. Red fights the urge to roll his eyes up into his head from
the sensation of his cock going down the rough squeeze of He Tian’s throat. Red
doesn’t realise that he's practically drooling from keeping his mouth parted
while watching He Tian work on him. He Tian on the other hand, does notice
Red's wrecked expression when he looks at him.
 
“Cute,” He Tian attempts to mumble, with a dick still in his mouth. Red gives
an appreciative moan at He Tian’s vocal cords sending vibrations to his cock.
His fingers scratch at the walls on either side of them, panting and shaking
fervently as He Tian sucks hard back up his cock. He continues working Red that
way, sliding his mouth up and down his cock and then pulling off to suck at the
head, licking up the drops of precum. Red moans with every lick and suck, every
occasional scrape of teeth, breathing harder and harder. He hasn't thought
about keeping his voice down in a while, but given how close his orgasm is, he
really doesn’t care. He gasps obscene variations of curse words and pleas as He
Tian's mouth builds up his pace, sliding down and sucking up, licking at the
tip and sliding back down again.
 
Red can't handle not clinging onto something anymore. He grabs hold of He
Tian’s shoulders, clutching tightly to his shirt, giving He Tian a clear enough
sign that he's about to come. Rather than pull out, He Tian pushes further in
and holds himself still while Red's orgasm rushes out of him and into He Tian’s
waiting mouth. Red is shaking as he watches He Tian swallow, then open his
mouth to show Red his tongue, now clean of cum. Red moans at the sight. Fuck
why is that so hot?
 
With their eyes locked onto each other, it only takes a few seconds for Red’s
trembling hands to tighten his grip on He Tian's shoulders and wrench him up,
flush against him. Their mouths smash together, filled with a brutal rush, like
they had been long repressed from contact. He can taste himself on He Tian's
tongue but that thought goes to the back of his mind when He Tian tangles his
fingers in Red’s short hair, tugging a little and arching Red's head more up to
bite and kiss along his jaw.
 
Without giving it any thought, his body moving on pure instinct and want, Red's
hands reach for He Tian's belt, wrenching it free. He shoves a hand down,
grabbing He Tian’s crotch and that's when his mind finally catches up with his
body.
 
“Mm,” He Tian mumbles, pulling away from Red’s jaw. They both look down towards
where his hand is, leaving their foreheads pressed together. Red can feel He
Tian's dick against his hand, hard and throbbing, his briefs showing a little
wet patch from his built up arousal. He Tian lowers his hand to cover Red's,
moving it away to pull his briefs down, completely freeing his aching cock. And
with his hand still over Red’s, he slowly moves their hands over his length in
a long, slow glide.
 
He Tian hisses as he guides Red over his cock for a few more strokes before
loosening his grip, letting Red take over. He Tian leans into him and moans,
his heavy breaths heating up Red's neck as he lets Red’s fingers massage his
balls and push his palm up against his cock. Red moves his hand experimentally,
tentatively jerking him off, wanting to look into He Tian’s face pressed into
his neck to see if he's doing it right. It’s not as if he's never touched
himself off before, it's just that he's never jerked someone else's dick
before.
 
"Fuck," He Tian draws out through gritted teeth. Well you must be doing
something right, Red thinks, spurring himself on to keep up his steady pace.
Red can feel He Tian's cock leaking precum, He Tian rolling his hips towards
him as he presses his thumb against the tip. He Tian hisses, voice trembling,
finally drawing back from Red's neck as he feels Red's hand spreading the fluid
down his length. Face to face once again, Red is equally encouraged and excited
to continue, now watching He Tian’s reactions up close as he starts jerking him
faster, the smeared precum making it easier to slide his hand up and down.
 
Then very suddenly they hear the creak of the male bathroom entrance door
opening, and they both freeze. Red is still riding on the ecstasy of his post-
orgasm, so the fear that should be filling him at the thought of being
discovered is somewhat muted. He looks at He Tian and he only seems annoyed at
his own orgasm being halted. Red doesn’t understand why his body decided to
continue to slowly jerk He Tian's dick while the man occupies a urinal, but he
still does it. As soon as Red starts moving, He Tian’s eyes snap towards him,
bulging at Red’s boldness. Maybe he's doing it out of revenge for making him
struggle in the theater, or maybe he just wants to continue, Red doesn’t
fucking care about the reason.
 
They don’t break eye contact as Red's hand slides up and down painstakingly
slow. He Tian’s fingers dig into Red’s waist, and Red can't tell if he should
stop or continue. He Tian leans in and presses their lips together and Red lets
him, expecting a kiss, but it turns out He Tian was aiming for something else.
His teeth grab hold of Red's bottom lip and Red's eyes widen in surprise. Red
pauses his movements, thinking that he wants him to stop, but the look on He
Tian’s face is all too clear; ‘keep going. I dare you.’
 
Red’s heart thuds and he braces himself for both the thrill and the pain. He
gives his cock another stroke and He Tian bites down harder. Red has to hold
back a hiss of his own. With every move he makes, He Tian responds with a grind
of his teeth on his lips. They never break eye contact, focused on trying to
make the other react louder, who's heavy breathing will give them away. Red has
practically forgotten that there was someone else in the room until he hears
the taps running and the squeak of the entrance door again. The instant they
hear the swing of the door close Red picks up his pace to a harsh speed and He
Tian attacks Red’s lips with ferocity. The kiss is deep and rough with a lot of
tongue, and Red finds himself pushing forward, chasing the raw sensations of He
Tian’s lips, teeth and tongue. When He Tian pulls away to let them catch a
breath, there's a string of saliva that forms between them. Red never lets up
his pace and He Tian can't stop the groan that escapes his lips as he looks
down at Red's hand.
 
Red just can't stop looking at He Tian and the way he is unravelling just from
the quick work of his hand. He once thought he'd only ever be a blowup doll for
He Tian to fuck, but it turns that he can offer more than his ass to give him
pleasure. Thank fuck for that.
 
One of He Tian’s hands reaches up from Red's waist and grips Red’s shoulder
instead. Mirroring Red’s previous signal that he is close and wants him to
hurry. Keeping up his pace and strong grip on He Tian's cock, it's enough
effort for Red to start hunching forward, literally putting his back into it.
While He Tian keeps rocking his hips, pushing forward for more contact. They
both gasp at the exertion.
“Hah… ah…” He Tian breathes, “I’m gonna come…”
 
Red gives it to him, his hand is aching and relentless, vowing not to slow down
until he can feel him coming in his hand. With a quiet but raw moan, He Tian
finally reaches his climax. His release comes as his head tilts back, cock
twitching in Red's hand, cum spilling hot and thick between Red’s fingers. He
Tian's grip tightens painfully on Red’s hip and he can tell that He Tian’s
fingers are going to leave small bruises on him. His dick twitches at the
thought of He Tian licking and kissing the marks like a dog helping to heal his
wounds. He Tian might say he's sorry, he might not, but he'll definitely stroke
lightly over these bruises with attentiveness. And that acknowledgment is
enough for Red. And it's not like Red doesn’t leave He Tian with a variety of
bruises and scratch marks either.
 
Back to the task at hand; Red watches He Tian keep his eyes closed, chest
heaving as he savours the last of his orgasm. Red’s hand lingers, just barely
rubbing against him now, the sensation giving He Tian a final satisfied sigh.
He pulls back, staring at He Tian’s relaxed expression, his breath evening out,
his lashes fluttering. He looks good like this, beautiful, actually. Red feels
the words almost slip out of his mouth, on the tip of his tongue, but he
presses his lips together to stop himself. He can't say something like that to
He Tian. No way.
 
When He Tian opens his half lidded eyes and focuses on Red, he just wants to
let the words out, ‘you are fucking beautiful’. This time he's stopped by He
Tian tilting his chin up and kissing him with an open mouth. Their tongues move
and push together in a lazy motion, giving and taking with a slow ease. They
stay like that for a while, caught up in their own world, forgetting where they
are. It comes rushing back to them when the entrance squeaks open for a second
time.
 
He Tian pulls away, taking a quiet step back and tucks his cock back into his
pants. He miraculously doesn’t make a sound as he zips himself up and re-
buckles his belt. Red doesn’t have the confidence to do that without being
heard. So he rolls out some toilet paper and wipes his cum soaked hand dry
while He Tian stares down, presumably at Red's hanging out dick. They hear the
steps of the man and the open and close of the door, alone again.
 
“Sorry about your shirt,” He Tian speaks up first, in his casual voice. Which
means that he sounds like he’s mocking him.
 
Red looks down, “Wha-? Oh goddamn it.”
 
There was a very obvious cum stain on Red's plain yellow t-shirt. He wipes it
dry but it's still there for everyone to see. Red starts to panic, he doesn't
know how he'll leave the bathroom with this mess on him. But then He Tian takes
off his jacket and shoves it at him, “Give it back to me the next time you come
over.”
 
Red never takes charity, but given that He Tian said give it back, Red's pride
doesn’t feel wounded in the slightest when he accepts the jacket. He puts the
jacket on and zips it up, successfully covering the stain. He looks up at He
Tian with a strange mix of gratefulness and confusion. He doesn't know what to
say.
 
But He Tian does.
 
He steps forward and with a grin, he lightly touches Red's dick and says,
“Now can you please put this guy away, before I feel like getting it up again?”
***** The Video *****
Chapter Notes
     oh maaaaaan this was honestly Hell™ to write.
He Tian is honestly not sure how tonight will go. He’s hoping for success, but
there is a solid chance that it will blow up in his face. Red finding out that
there was a security tape recording of them fucking in a classroom a while
back, might not only cause him to freak out, but also end this thing between
them for good.
He had thought that the arrangement between them would've finished by now, and
that this footage would be a little keepsake just for him. But neither of them
have ended this thing and it's been two months, and because of this length of
time, He Tian feels obligated to show it to him.
After the first month, He Tian’s understanding of their arrangement had begun
to blur and by the two months mark - that they hit two days ago - He Tian has
no idea when this will end. Red should've gotten tired of how much his ass has
been getting fucked and He Tian should've gotten bored from how much he is
fucking that ass. But nope. He's not bored of it at all, and if anything, it
gets better and better with every time they do it. The way Red gasps, and moans
and clings onto him is addicting, but above all; the way Red has been subtly
taking the lead from him. It's not like He Tian is giving him full control -
and he's certainly not going to give any of it to Red tonight - but still, He
Tian has been enjoying Red whispering into his ear, telling him to go faster,
ordering him to touch him here and there, putting his own hands and mouth where
He Tian didn't tell him to go. Red's growing confidence is what keeps making He
Tian come back for more.
And as for why Red keeps coming back to him, He Tian can only guess that he
just has a lot of stamina and is willing to stay for the money, or he genuinely
enjoys the large amount of sex he is having with him - and the money is a
bonus. He Tian isn't sure which option is better for him.
On one hand, Red coming to his apartment solely for the money keeps things
simple and businesslike between them, no need to worry about emotional
attachments.
While on the other hand if Red is sticking around for the sex, even though it's
a real boost in his ego, it'll complicate their situation if Red decides that
he actually likes him. That would be a problem for He Tian. He can't do
relationships and the feelings that come with it. Never has and never will.
He Tian's relationship issues aside, in his past sexual ventures with other
guys, letting them do what they want to him has never worked out well. He
doesn't trust enough, and through that, it's never been enjoyable for him. But
it's different with Red. The little hints of dominance that Red has shown, its
made He Tian excited.
It’s getting harder for He Tian to keep control, wanting to just lie down and
let Red call all the shots more and more.
He hears his door opening and stays seated on the living room sofa chair, when
Red enters his apartment, turning his head to see him. Red isn't looking back
at him, instead focusing on taking off his shoes, bag and jacket.
“Took you long enough,” He Tian calls out in replace of a hello.
Red walks right past him on the chair, rolls his eyes and casually gives him
the middle finger and a, ‘Fuck off.’
He Tian laughs at the predicted response. He enjoys Red's company, he can't
deny it, but he does think that he should have stopped feeling this much
enjoyment for Red by now. Especially since he's already fucked him, many, many
times. He thinks back to the actual years of ‘courting’ Red and how he thought
that Red's attitude and resistance - the cat and mouse dynamic of it - had been
the thrill of it all. But now that he has him and He Tian is still going crazy
over how much he wants Red, it puts into question...Ah fuck that, He Tian don't
go down that rabbit hole.
Taking his mind off that train of thought, He Tian looks back at the TV in
front of him and asks, “You had dinner before you got here?”
“Yup, why?” Red idly replies without concern. He’s already put on his yellow
cleaning gloves and has started wiping the kitchen counter.
“Just that I've eaten too. So you don't need to cook anything once you're done
with cleaning.”
He Tian can see in the reflection of the TV that Red looks up then, finally
looking at him with suspicion, “Okay...”
He Tian knows that Red has finally noticed that he isn’t wearing any clothes,
just his underwear. And if Red steps any closer, he’ll probably notice the
bottle of lube and condoms sitting next to him. He Tian wonders what Red is
thinking he's planning.
He keeps an eye on Red through the reflection on the TV and the tinted windows,
watching him scrub the oven and do the dishes. He thinks he's hiding his
perverted excitement well but at the few glances Red is giving back to him, he
knows he's not doing a great job.
Deciding it's better to chill while waiting than to get overly excited, He Tian
slides down the chair until the back of his head can rest on the back cushion.
He doesn’t know how long he waits for Red to finish, maybe an hour and a half.
But to He Tian it felt like three hours.
“I'm done,” Red says, standing beside the lounging He Tian.
He opens his eyes and sits up with enthusiasm, “Great!”
He watches Red eyeballing the bottle of lube and condoms that had shifted when
He Tian moved about. He sees the nervous excitement on Red's face as he bites
his lip, Red can only guess what He Tian is up to.
“Are we going to…” Red fades out, switching between looking at the TV and He
Tian, “...watch something?”
“Yes,” He Tian replies simply. If Red is thinking they're going to watch porn,
he'd be half right, “Would you like to take a seat?”
There’s no other place for Red to sit except on top of him. Living by himself
for all these years has meant he’s never had to think about providing seating
area for guests. He’s been planning to get a proper couch, but on this
occasion, he's very glad of this situation. Red predictably hesitates, he's
always nervous when they try something new. It's cute.
He Tian uses words like ‘predictable’ and ‘cute’ when describing Red's
reactions to things, but truthfully, Red is constantly throwing him through a
loop.
Like right now, when Red looks at him straight in the eyes and starts to strip.
He went from cute to hot real quick. Red starts with unbuckling his belt and
unzipping his pants. He lowers them down past his waist, his bright red briefs
now visible, but he doesn’t let the pants drop to the floor just yet. He moves
onto his shirt, holding onto the ends and raising it up slowly, displaying his
v-line, his abs, his nipples, and then finally pulling it off entirely. He Tian
can't help but gulp at the sight in front of him.
How people manage not to look at Red with the same amount of lust as he does is
beyond him. He wants to continue enjoying the show, the desire to lie back down
and watch, do absolutely nothing as Red continues to drive his libido wild. But
his mind is telling him No! Take control!
He Tian reaches out and grabs one of Red's wrists, before he has the chance to
pull his pants off. He pulls him in front and then hooks his fingers into the
elastic of Red’s underwear to roughly land his ass onto his lap. It hurt for a
moment, but the added weight on He Tian's sensitive crotch does wonders to his
growing erection. With a hand wrapped around Red's waist and the other hand
hovering over the TV remote on the arm of the couch, He Tian quietly asks, “You
ready?”
Red nods his head, but He Tian knows that once he sees the video, he won't be
ready anymore. He Tian presses the power button to turn on the TV and then
after a moment presses play. The video is in black and white but it’s easy
enough to tell that it's a classroom. The video is set up like a security
camera, placed between the ceiling and the wall, looking down at the teacher’s
desk and then the rows of student's desks further back. There's someone next to
the teacher's desk, dealing with a stack of books and He Tian is just waiting
for Red’s reaction - when he realises that it's him on screen. He feels Red
stiffen on top of him.
Here it comes.
“What the fuck?” Red wriggles nervously and then it fully dawns on him when He
Tian appears at the classroom door, “Oh my god, what the fu-!?”
Red tries to get up but He Tian’s arm around his waist pulls him back down. He
tries again but it's no use against He Tian’s tight lock.
They both hear themselves talk on screen, ‘Hey’
‘W-What are you doing here?’
Red whispers a continuous string of fuck fuck fuck fucks under his breath,
looking anywhere but the TV. He’s still wriggling about on He Tian’s lap,
trying his best to get out the situation. It's a little late for that, but He
Tian will release him if Red turns to him and says stop. He’ll be disappointed
sure, but if Red’s not into it, then He Tian’s not into it. He Tian’s hand
slips down from Red’s waist to his crotch and he can feel the hardness there
and from the way Red twitches and his breath hitches, He Tian can tell that Red
is not completely against this.
“Why the fuck were there cameras in the classroom?” Red spits out, turning back
to look at He Tian, looking equally frustrated and turned on.
“There’s cameras in all the classrooms. Students and teachers have no right to
privacy in them.”
“That’s bullshit! That’s…” his eyes turn away, distracted by the He Tian on
screen pushing Red against the teacher’s desk.
“That’s…” He weakly tries to start again, but his focus is too locked onto the
pair going at each other on the desk. He Tian watches him watching them,
fascinated by the way Red's brow is furrowed, processing what he’s witnessing
and how he feels about it.
Suddenly Red shakes his head, back to struggling in He Tian’s hold,
“Hhnn...fucking shit.”
He Tian is finding it particularly amusing watching Red’s internal fight
between his shock and disgust over the video and his body’s aroused reaction to
it. He hopes that the arousal will win the fight, and he gives that side a push
by stroking his hand hard over Red’s crotch.
“Stop,” Red speaks up firmly.
He Tian sighs. Ah well, worth a shot. He removes his hand around Red’s waist
and pauses the video. He slumps himself back, giving Red enough space to lift
himself off. But Red doesn’t get up. He just continues to sit on him and stare
at the paused shot of He Tian unbuttoning Red's school shirt.
“So do the teachers know then?” Red asks in a low voice.
“No.”
“Definitely the security guards though,” Red is trying to piece together their
situation, what the consequences are for this video’s existence.
Thankfully He Tian’s truthful answers could help relieve Red's worry, “No, they
don’t watch classrooms when school’s out for the day.”
“How did you get this footage?”
“I snuck into the school that night, took the data and deleted their backups.”
It was the complete truth but Red still turns his head to look back at him with
distrust in his eyes.
“This is the only copy,” He Tian adds as a final reassurance. Red continues
looking at him, contemplating? Thinking things over? Figuring out the best way
to kill him? He Tian has no idea what Red is thinking. He’s usually pretty good
at guessing what's on Red’s mind, but this is new territory.
“Have you jerked yourself off to this?”
Um, He Tian gulps. Not a question he was expecting to be asked. Red shifts his
position on He Tian to face him a little more and the subtle movement
aggravates He Tian's erection. No doubt Red could feel it underneath him.
“Well have you?”
“...Yes.”
He Tian picks up the smallest of smiles on Red's face as he shakes his head
with quiet comprehension, “You really are the biggest pervert.”
The tension in the air is stiff and He Tian doesn’t know what to say. Red turns
back around, eyes locked onto the TV once again, “But what does that make me?”
“Hm?”
Red had said it so softly that He Tian wasn’t even sure he actually heard it or
just imagined it. Red doesn’t clarify, nor say anything thing else for that
matter. Instead he pushes back against He Tian to lift up his waist and use his
arms to pull down his pants...and underwear.
Well I guess its back on, He Tian thinks. But He Tian is still hesitant to try
anything, Red could change his mind in a second. Red sits back down, his bare
ass on He Tian's lap. His thin boxers being the only thing between Red’s ass
and his hard cock. Red shimmies his legs to kick off his clothes all the way
and adjusts himself on He Tian, getting comfortable. Leaning back, Red turns
his head to the side and mutters into He Tian’s ear, “Okay.”
Yep, It’s back on. He Tian doesn’t really understand what made Red change his
mind, but he’s all for it. He presses play, and they're back to where they were
last; He Tian unbuttoning Red's shirt. They watch He Tian open it up and look
down at Red's chest before taking one of his nipples into his mouth.
He Tian hears the sigh from Red on screen but also from the Red on top of him.
He smiles and takes this cue to caress Red's chest and pinch his nipples. It's
a small gesture but the moan from Red is giving He Tian the full green light to
continue what he had started from the beginning. So he pushes forward against
Red and picks up Red's thighs, spreading them apart and hooks them over the
arms of the chair. They lean back and now Red is more freely...open. If Red is
feeling embarrassed by this new position, He Tian can’t tell. Its as if that
moment of pause was when Red let go of his shyness and reservations. That’s
perfectly fine with him.
He Tian grabs the lube sitting next to him and as he starts pouring the liquid
onto his hand he hears the other Red whisper; ‘D-don’t you think...you should
hurry it up?’
The smile on He Tian’s face grows bigger, “Mm, do you remember when you said
that?”
“Yes,” Red gasps out, cold droplets of liquid overflowing from He Tian’s hand
onto his stomach. He Tian continues pouring an already generous amount of lube
onto his hand and watches it drip down Red’s stomach and flow even further to
his cock.
‘Am I boring you?’ He Tian had asked that day in the classroom. He remembers
thinking for the briefest of moments that Red was already getting bored of him
after only two weeks, but that was quickly proven false when Red tells him that
he just doesn’t want to get caught.
“That made me pretty mad, you know that?” He Tian questions into Red’s ear. It
didn’t really, but it's always fun to make Red a little panicked. He closes the
lid on the bottle and sits it next to him again.
“I was worried about us getting cau-” Red tries to explain, but is abruptly cut
off by the sensation of He Tian's soaked right hand covering his ass.
“I know, I know,” He Tian reassures, “But we don’t have to worry about getting
caught here.”
His free hand nudges Red's thighs open a little bit more before positioning a
finger at Red's entrance. He notices Red biting down on his lip. After giving
Red's ear a kiss, He Tian whispers, “I'm going to take my time tonight.”
He slips his finger in and Red inhales strongly.
‘Do your best to keep that hot voice of yours down.’
They watch themselves on screen, watch He Tian strip Red of his uniform, get
down onto his knees, jerking and sucking on Red’s cock. All the while He Tian
has his finger pressing further into Red’s ass, gently keeping the build-up in
Red slow paced.
‘Lift up your legs.’
They watch Red spread and lift up his legs from the desk, just as he is doing
right now on top of He Tian. They watch the faces Red makes when He Tian starts
using his tongue, they watch Red's struggle to keep his voice down. He Tian
loves this bit of the recording. Being able to see Red's closed eyes and his
mouth covering up his strangled gasps - it's wonderful to watch.
The difference between the Red on the recording and the Red on top of him does
not go unnoticed by He Tian. While Red was desperate to keep his voice down in
the classroom, the reassuring privacy of He Tian’s thick-walled apartment has
given him the confidence to be as loud as he wants. And as He Tian’s finger
begins to slide and curl deeper, so does the volume of Red's moans. With still
no embarrassment crossing Red's face, He Tian is half convinced Red is making
these erotic sounds purely because he knows He Tian enjoys hearing them.
When his finger grazes over Red’s prostate, the sound Red makes is utterly
obscene. He doesn’t grit his teeth, nor suppress his screams. All the while the
other Red is whimpering on the desk, pleading with himself to keep quiet.
He Tian drags his eyes away from the TV to watch Red grind his hips on top of
him, trying to find more stimulation. Red grabs hold of the arms of the couch,
pushing his back into He Tian, very clearly trying to signal that he’s ready
for more. He Tian takes this hint and inches a second finger into Red.
While his fingers are loosening Red up, he notices the similarities between
what is happening on the TV and what happening right now. He Tian on screen is
adding his second finger, never going near Red’s prostate, in fear of the loud
reaction it would cause. He doesn’t want to repeat the same motions as before.
He feels compelled to switch up their routine. So he hastily adds a third
finger and Red’s breath hitches at the shock. But the stretch quickly eases
down. He curls and prods inside, searching for the spot again. Then suddenly
Red clenches around his fingers, grips tightly onto the couch and lets out a
high pitched whine. Found it.
Rather than gently pass over the bundle of nerves like last time, He Tian
proceeds to press down and massage Red’s prostate instead.
“Fuck,” Red exclaims, his body lurching around, shaking at the relentless waves
of stimulation. He wanted more stimulation before, but obviously not this much.
He Tian won’t remove the pressure and Red grows more flustered and agitated by
the second.
‘You ready?’ They hear the other He Tian ask. It's a miracle that they could
even hear what was going on screen with the way Red is practically
hyperventilating now. He Tian has never seen Red this shameless before, and he
is loving it. It's intoxicating, hearing him moan and rutt against his own
straining dick. He reaches over with his free hand and strokes Red’s leaking
cock.
“Wait! Sto-aah!! If you keep going I’m-” Red didn’t have time to even finish
his sentence before he was coming into He Tian’s hand. With just the use of his
fingers, Red came for him, screaming and writhing and shaking. He’s a complete
mess and it makes He Tian’s own cock ache.
He releases Red’s cock and carefully pulls his fingers out, satisfied with his
achievement, “Well...that was quicker than I expected.”
“Hah...sh...shut up,” Red’s heavy breathing and exhaustion won’t stop him from
giving out attitude, “If you hadn’t kept pressing there...this wouldn’t
happened so fast, you idiot.”
Red adjusts himself, practically pouting “You said you were going to take your
time.”
A silence settles over them. They watch the TV in time to see the other He Tian
rolling a condom on before moving to fuck Red on the desk. He Tian smiles.
“Who says I’m not?” He Tian asks, sliding his fingers in again.
Red presses back into him, whining at the sensitivity. But he doesn’t tell He
Tian to stop, he just takes what He Tian is giving him. Again and again, He
Tian’s fingers thrust in and out. His free hand reaching for lube, pouring more
onto Red’s ass. His hand is soaked and slippery, the wetness in Red is
overflowing, but he knows that it's helping. He Tian hears the banging of the
desk on TV, he knows the clip is up to the fucking but he doesn’t look up to
see. He’s fully concentrated on Red, watching the beads of sweat roll down his
face, watching his adam’s apple moves on his neck, watches all his twitching
and gasping and just the way Red is absolutely losing it. He Tian can’t help
himself, he needs to touch Red more, get even closer. He licks Red’s neck and
moves up to his ear.
“You’re so fucking hot, Red,” he whispers, “Look at you. Spread wide on my
fingers, so open and wet for me.”
Red responds with little whimpers, already a wrecked mess. He turns his head
away from He Tian, leaving his necks vulnerable and inviting. He Tian chuckles,
moving down to suck at Red’s neck. Red groans and He Tian can see Red’s hands
grip tighter onto the chair. He sucks and nibbles and licks at the spot,
tasting Red’s sweat, feeling the quickened pulse beneath the skin. His teeth
try to go deeper, biting down hard and licking at the teeth engravings on Red’s
neck. He doesn’t let up from the spot until he sees the early signs of a hickey
forming. It’ll be nice and purple tomorrow, He Tian thinks with glee.
He Tian looks down, seeing Red’s cock lying stiff on his stomach, already hard
and leaking. He’d say it was too early for Red to already be so close again,
but he doesn’t care to think about that when He Tian so very desperately wants
to start fucking him soon. He continues fingering Red, and begins using his
free hand to jerk him off, quickening the build up. Red is a panting, writhing
mess, every single muscle straining for release and He Tian gives it to him. He
presses onto Red’s prostate and Red is screaming, his second orgasm flowing
through him and out onto He Tian’s hand. Red’s body sags down, completely spent
and breathless.
He Tian slips his fingers out and Red sighs at the loss of them, “You okay?”
“Mn,” Red nods, and with his eyes half-lidded and his head bobbing around, he
seems to be in a daze. He Tian knows it's the best response he’s going to get
out of him. He doesn’t usually ask Red - nor any of his other previous partners
- if they're alright, but Red has already said stop once tonight, he needs to
make sure that he still has the all clear.
He rolls Red to the side, and Red can do nothing but continue to breathe
heavily and try to keep his eyes open. He looks to be beyond the point of
caring what part the video is up to, same as He Tian. The video has done its
job on them. He Tian's hands are exhausted, he sees them shaking as he does his
best to roll the condom onto his cock. He Tian faintly hears the recording of
himself saying, ‘Touch yourself’, but he doesn’t care about the footage
anymore. What he’s about to do is far more important to him. Red probably
already knows what's about to happen but He Tian still wraps his arms around
his waist and tells him anyway; “I'm going to fuck you now.”
Red sighs as He Tian rolls and lifts him up - on just his strength alone - and
sits him right onto his cock. Red has already loosened up enough for He Tian’s
dick to just slide right in. It's the oversensitivity and the depth of He Tian
that has Red sitting up straight, head tilting back and screaming.
“Ah, f-fuck!” Red cries out, his voice completely wrecked. He Tian is so done
with taking his time.
With complete control of Red’s hips, He Tian lifts him up and drops him down
again. Red wouldn’t be able to move on his own even if he tried. He thrusts Red
harder, relentlessly and almost mercilessly, making sure to hit Red’s prostate
each and every time. Red is sputtering out nonsense, He Tian only picking up
select words like ‘yes’ and ‘deeper’. In that moment, He Tian feels a wave of
gratefulness, remembering when Red would feel embarrassed at the slightest
noise coming of his mouth. But now, He Tian pumps his hips upward, revelling in
the way Red's voice has shifted an entire octave higher.
Red looks exhausted, like he’ll pass out at any moment, but he keeps riding the
waves of pleasure, crying out to He Tian; ‘Keep going’. Red lets his body drop
flat onto He Tian’s chest again, his head falling onto He Tian’s shoulder. Then
suddenly Red blindly reaches back for He Tian, a hand curling around the nape
of his head. He Tian turns to see that Red is looking at him, dazed and feeble
but still looking at him nonetheless. His breathing is laboured, on the edge of
hyperventilating and it’s perfect - Red is perfect. He Tian fucks him harder,
the heat emanating from Red is so incredible and all consuming that it's a
wonder that He Tian isn’t being as vocal as Red. He comes then, biting down on
Red’s shoulder, carefully letting out a muffled groan. As He Tian thrusts
upward, ringing out his own orgasm, he reaches over to Red’s cock for the third
time. There’s hardly anything left when Red comes shortly afterwards, he’s
practically been wrung dry.
They collapse, Red's sweaty back stuck to He Tian’s own slick chest. He Tian
takes deep breaths to gather his sense again, but Red is still wheezing out
like he just completed a marathon. He might as well have with how much he just
went through. He's shaking with exhaustion. He Tian lets him stay on his dick,
to give him some time to get his composure back.
Its then that He Tian finally looks up at the video, he sees himself getting
changed, their bout in the classroom has long finished. He Tian chuckles, he
had thought that they would still be fucking by the time the footage would loop
back to the beginning for a second viewing. But nope, they went for just a
little bit longer. So much for saying you’d take your time.
Eventually Red’s breathing returns to a softer rhythm but he doesn’t get off of
him, and He Tian needs him to. He doesn't want his dick to get hard again. And
if he stays in the warmth of Red for much longer, he just might. When he
shifts, hoping Red will get the hint, all it does is make Red whine. Yep, Red
needs to get off him now, otherwise he’d have to get himself off because Red
has no energy left to help him out. But just to make sure another round is off
the table, He Tian reaches out and touches Red's soft dick. Just that simple
touch is enough for Red to give out a protesting wiggle and try to move away.
“You going to get up now?”
He Tian didn't mean to sound like a jerk, but it came out like that anyway. So
of course, Red's first response is, “Fuck you.”
He lifts his shaking hands up onto the arms of the chair, but that’s as far as
Red goes, “I can’t... I can't fucking move.”
“Really?”
“Really,” Red sounds embarrassed that he genuinely doesn’t have any strength
left. So He Tian does it himself, grabbing Red’s waist and lifting him up and
off his cock. Red half sits on He Tian’s leg, half on the spare space on the
chair, while He Tian pulls off the condom and ties it up.
“…Just give me like an hour, and I'll leave.”
“You should stay here tonight,” He Tian says without thinking. Wow ok, you just
said that. Why the fuck did you say that?
He Tian has never offered Red to stay the night before, they both know this.
Red shifts slightly, trying to turn to He Tian, “What?”
It’s too late to take it back. He Tian shrugs, acting casual, “It’s late,
you’re tired - It’s not a big deal.”
To add to his ‘sincerity’, He Tian places a hand on his chest and says, “I’m
doing this out of the goodness of my heart.”
Red scoffs at that, “Yeah, right. Like you have one.”
He Tian smiles at that remark, there we go, my image is still intact.
He watches Red consider it. It is late, and it is Friday and Red is really
exhausted. It makes sense for him to stay, it’s not a big deal. It doesn’t mean
anything.
“...Okay. I'll sleep here tonight.”
He Tian’s chest feels weird, stop it. He pulls his boxers back on and gets up
from the sofa chair. He needs to lighten the mood, and he knows the best way to
do that - by being overly cheesy and an asshole at the same time. So he slides
one arm behind Red’s back and another under his knees.
“Oh my god, are you serious right now?” Red groans in disbelief as He Tian
picks him up, newlywed style.
“You’re so light,” He Tian mocks him, “So cute.”
Red groans at that, “Put me the fuck down.”
He Tian carries him to his bed, all the while Red protests the entire way, “No
don't, I'm still all sticky and gross.”
“Oh please, like my bed sheets have never been sticky and gross before,” He
Tian lowers him down gently on the bed, “You can go for a shower when you can
move again.”
And while he's still leaning over him, Red quietly asks, “And after that, you
still want me to stay?”
Red is giving him the opportunity to back out. He Tian looks down at him, this
is first time they've really faced each other all night. Red’s face is
unreadable, neither showing hope or dread to hear He Tian's answer. With Red
looking back at him, He Tian is reminded of how much he likes Red’s brown eyes.
In the right lighting - such as now with his bedside lamp on - they shine
golden.
“Yes,” He Tian answers quietly.
He stands up quickly, his heart beating a little faster, don’t know why, and
heads back to the TV to clean up. There's a different, more hushed atmosphere
in the apartment now. And He Tian hates it. He’s never let anyone stay over
before. Why did you say yes? You moron.
***** In the Morning *****
Chapter Summary
     The morning after. They try new things.
Red wakes up with the sun glaring through his closed eyelids and something warm
at his back. He reaches out for his phone on the bedside table to check the
time. His hand prods around blindly but with no success. On most mornings, Red
doesn’t need to open his eyes until he has his phone unlocked in his hand, but
not today it seems. Red groans in mild frustration at having to open his dry
eyes prematurely. Finally looking at his surroundings, his eyes suddenly shoot
wide open at the shocking realisation that he is not in his bedroom.
It's only when he lifts himself up onto his elbows and turns to his right to
see what the warmth at his back was, does his panic and confusion subside.
Memories of last night come flooding back at the sight of He Tian sleeping
peacefully next to him.
Oh yeah...I stayed the night.
He remembers how relentless He Tian had fucked him with his fingers and how
physically drained he was afterwards. And he remembers the video. Oh boy, does
Red remember the video.He felt so many emotions when he realised they were
basically watching their very own sextape; shock, anger, disgust, arousal, but
most importantly - fear. He couldn’t let He Tian do anything to him, while a
cloud of dread filled his mind with terrible thoughts; that the recording
exists, that there is visual proof of them together, that someone knows about
them. The very thought of someone simply knowing about them, did not sit well
with Red.
But then the ever so thoughtful He Tian, had come to reassure Red, to convince
him that all’s well and that nobody knew. It wasn’t like He Tian to lie to him,
but at the same time, he was finding it difficult believing that He Tian had
gone to such great lengths - sneaking into the security room and destroying all
the evidence - just to keep them a secret. He Tian probably would have had no
problem being outed by a scandalous sextape. But then in a sudden moment of
comprehension (while Red was still sitting on He Tian’s lap that night) he
realised that He Tian had gone through all of that trouble for Red’s sake.
Red wanted to remain a secret, so He Tian made sure that they remained a
secret.
The previous arousal soon replaced the fear inside him and Red couldn’t help
but ask, ‘Have you jerked yourself off to this?’ From that point on, he let He
Tian take him for a ride on his fingers...and eventually his dick. And it was
amazing, Red had to admit. But the most amazing part, or at the very least the
most surprising moment had come afterwards; when He Tian had offered Red to
stay the night.
Red didn’t know what to think, He Tian had never offered before. The only
things He Tian had ever offered after sex was calling for a taxi and to pay for
said taxi. Red would always refuse the latter.
But on this occasion, Red had accepted, and he doesn't know why.
After taking his shower, he returned to the bed to find He Tian already
sleeping, in nothing but his underwear, so Red had done the same. He remembers
carefully slipping into bed next to him and not being able to move, frozen with
worry over at trying to not wake him up. After the first hour of lying
completely still and being very much awake, Red had contemplated just leaving,
catching a taxi home or something. But then suddenly He Tian had rolled over
onto his side and wrapped an arm around Red's waist, pulling him closer. They
were spooning and all thoughts of going home had vanished from his mind.
So now here they were, half naked and exposed to the warmth of the morning
light through the windows.
Red slowly lifts up the blanket and lets it slip of the side of the bed. He
sits up and looks down at the sleeping He Tian, snoring quietly without a care
in the world. His expression is soft, no smug smile to make Red frustrated, no
heated gaze to make Red flustered. It's just He Tian, lying in bed, with no
attitude on display. Red has never seen him look so vulnerable before.
He still looks the same in other areas, the toned muscles on his torso still
makes Red's mouth water at the sight. His gaze slowly makes its way down and
then suddenly another body part captures Red's attention. Specifically He
Tian's morning wood.
The shape of He Tian’s cock against his underwear is perfectly clear; big and
stiff in all its glory. Red is hesitant, but in the end he couldn’t stop
himself from reaching out for it, biting his lip at how dirty he feels doing
it. He can feel the heat emanating from He Tian's cock, and he slowly starts
massaging it through his underwear.
He looks up to watch He Tian, knowing that he can't do much else without him
being awake. He strokes a little harder and the softest moan comes out of him
in replace of one of his snores. Red needs to do more than this to get him to
wake up. So he leans down and kisses He Tian’s right nipple. No reaction. He
opens his mouth and laps at the nipple with his tongue, and gives it a little
bite. Red looks up again and He Tian is still snoring away.
This is getting you nowhere. Red sits up again and with his free hand he slaps
He Tian’s face gently, “Hey, asshole.”
He Tian's face turns to the side, still asleep, so Red slaps his cheek a little
harder, “Wake up, asshole.”
He goes to slap him for a third time but then He Tian’s hand shoots up and
grabs hold of Red's wrist. His eyes are still closed when he speaks up, “Slap
me again and tomorrow you'll wake up with no hands.”
Red panics, trying to tug his hand away. It's been a long time since He Tian
had threatened him, he had almost forgotten that he used to say shit like that
to him on a regular basis. He Tian opens his bleary eyes and looks around. When
he focuses on Red his eyes change from irritated to aware, “Red? Oh shit,
sorry.”
He lets go of Red's wrist, “I forgot you stayed over. I thought you were...well
I thought you were someone else.”
“Who-”
“I don’t know, someone bad I guess. Sorry,” He Tian brushes the question aside
and leans up on his elbows and scratches the sleep out of the corners of his
eyes, “Anyway, why'd you wake me?”
Red looks at his hand, still lying on top of He Tian’s dick, “Uh...my hand.”
And He Tian follows Red's eyes, now also looking at Red's hand on top of his
dick, “What's it doing there?”
“You serious?”
He Tian looks back at him with a sly smile and Red knows he was just joking. It
helps alleviate the minor awkwardness of being threatened a moment ago, but Red
still wants to assure He Tian, “I wasn't going to do anything while you were
sleeping.”
“That's good of you,” He Tian smiles gently, more relaxed. But then a more
lustful, flirtatious look replaces it, “Were you just going to use your hands?”
Red’s face heats up, and he licks the inside of his mouth, in an attempt to
look passive, “No.”
He Tian grins and lies back onto the bed and adjusts the pillow behind him.
That's all he needs to do to make Red move from He Tian’s side, to kneel in
between his legs. Red curls his fingers around the elastic of He Tian’s briefs,
while He Tian very kindly lifts his waist up a little, giving Red the space to
pull his briefs off. He drops them off the side of the bed while He Tian
spreads his legs further apart on either side of him. Red takes the opportunity
to gaze down at He Tian’s exposed cock, gulping down the built up saliva in his
mouth.
He Tian is showing no signs of embarrassment. Instead, he's looking quite
giddy- wonder why. He lets out a low laugh when Red bends down and lightly
kisses just below his bellybutton.
This is not the first time Red has had He Tian’s dick in his mouth, but it is
his first time blowing him with the intention of making him come, which is by
definition; a blowjob. And Red knowshow long He Tian can last. This might be
quite a task for him. The laughter slowly die down when Red's lips get closer
and closer to their final destination. He gives a final peck at the base of He
Tian’s cock and then licks his lips to wet them. Above him, He Tian is silent,
no doubt watching him as he steadies his cock with one hand and begins flicking
his tongue out at the tip.
He can hear He Tian suck in a quick breath through his teeth. Red rests his
tongue on the head of He Tian’s cock and opens his mouth wide to take it in. He
looks up at He Tian as he sinks down on his dick and slides back up, letting
the head slip out from between his lips with a quiet popping noise.
“Fuck,” He Tian whispers.
Well that's a good sign. Red lowers his mouth over He Tian’s cock again, making
sure to drag his tongue along the underside of it. He pulls up slightly, then
sinks further down. He does this over and over again, pushing He Tian’s cock
further into his mouth each time. Red feels He Tian’s hand spread across the
back of his head. Another good sign. His fingers grip onto Red's short hair,
and gives Red's head a little push down. Red groans, almost gagging on He
Tian’s cock, and this brings another gasp out of He Tian.
He starts jerking his hand up and down while he steadily continues to work his
mouth around He Tian. It feels like forever before Red takes his mouth off,
breathing heavily. He watches a string of saliva drip down from his open mouth
onto He Tian’s already overly wet cock.
Red doesn’t dare look up at He Tian, fearing what the sight will do to his own
straining erection. But he does watch He Tian's hand, looking at his left one
fisting tightly in the sheets and feels the other hand shaking as it grips
Red’s hair.
He wants to hear He Tian’s voice so badly. So Red lowers himself down again and
takes his cock fully into his mouth until it hits the back of his throat. Then
he goes further, pushing He Tian’s cock down his throat until he truly is
gagging and gurgling, tears forming at his eyes.
It's working. He Tian is making gasps and soft groans, but fuck, it's not
enough. Red can tell that He Tian is holding back, can hear the rumble in He
Tian's throat struggling to stay down. He can taste He Tian’s pre-cum dripping
down his throat and god damn it, he needs to hear He Tian lose control at least
once before he comes, and so Red speeds up his movements.
Red works his mouth around He Tian, sucking hard when he lifts up from his cock
and then dropping down aggressively, making sure that it makes its way down his
throat every time.
“Fuck!” He Tian cries out.
Yes. Red's jaw is aching and he can't feel his throat anymore, but if he could
just make He Tian swear like that again-
“Fuck, Red!” He Tian moans, the loudest he's ever been and it's a victory for
Red. He Tian’s fingertips dig into Red’s scalp, and he grips Red’s short hair
between his fingers. Red makes sure to speed up his motions, the desire to make
He Tian reach his orgasm getting stronger the more vocal He Tian becomes.
And just like that, He Tian lets out a long moan as Red can feel his cum
bursting into his mouth. On his tongue he can feel the thick texture, and
though his throat is wrecked, Red pulls off slightly to swallow it all down,
listening to He Tian’s rough groans of pleasure. He doesn't fully take his
mouth off of He Tian’s cock until He Tian’s hips stop twitching and his grip on
Red's skulp loosens. When He Tian let's go, Red slowly pulls off completely,
giving one final lick at the head of He Tian’s cock before sitting back on his
heels. He doesn't know which one of them is breathing heavier.
Red just kneels there with his hands on his thighs as he looks at He Tian. His
arms raised over his head, lethargically shifting and turning this way and
that, he looks blissed out with his soft smile and closed eyes.
Red could get addicted to this. And he's not sure whether he means he could get
addicted to sucking dick in general or just sucking He Tian’s dick.
He Tian slowly opens his heavy lidded eyes, flickering them down to meet Red's
gaze, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. Red watches the gasping He Tian
eventually regain some remnants of composure as they continue to keep eye
contact.
Then He Tian's gaze slowly moves down from his face and lands at his crotch, no
doubt drawn to the throbbing cock between Red’s legs. He Tian licks his lips
and Red’s dick twitches with excitement. Maybe he's going to return the favour,
hell, even just a handjob would be great-
“Do you want to fuck me?”
What?
“What?” Red's voice cracks, still very raw on his throat, but also because He
Tian’s sudden question cuts off all brain function in Red. It was a simple
question, and yet Red's mind is short circuiting.
“You heard me,” He Tian replies, toying with Red.
Red’s mind is going into overdrive, still finding it difficult to think and to
speak, “A-Are you asking or offering?”
“Offering.”
“Really?” Red doesn't understand why he's asking that, He Tian never offers
anything he doesn't want to give.
“You've caught me in a bit of a mood,” He Tian pushes his hair back from his
forehead, suddenly looking more like a greek god to Red than he ever has
before, “So you better say yes before the offer expires.”
“Then y-yes,” Red stutters, he's going to take this opportunity while He Tian
is in this ‘mood’.
“Hmm, you don't sound very confident, but okay, let's do it,” He Tian points to
the living room, “Go grab the lube, I left it there last night.”
Red took off from the bed in a flash, ignoring the pulsing pain his erection is
giving him with every step.
When he returns with the bottle, He Tian is leaning up with one arm behind his
head and looks like fell asleep. Thankfully he opens his eyes to see that Red
has returned, and pats the space on the bed where Red had been sleeping not
even an hour ago, “Lie down, and take those off.”
Red doesn't need to ask what He Tian is referring to, enthusiastically tugging
off his underwear and freeing his eager dick. Never thought this day would
come, Red thinks as he crawls back on the bed, passing the lube to He Tian’s
outstretched hand. Red is going to let He Tian take the lead on this, given
that Red is inexperienced on this side of the situation. He feels reminiscent
of their very first time together - three months ago now? Something like that.
As soon as Red lies down flat on his back, He Tian lifts himself up and kneels
over him, almost sitting on Red's thighs. Red tries figuring out where to put
his hands while He Tian just stares at him, clearly enjoying Red's nervous
behavior. Then quite suddenly He Tian strokes one finger up Red's cock. The
single touch jolts Red for a moment and leaves him gasping and twitching.
He Tian laughs at the reaction and shakes his head, “I don’t think you’re going
to last long enough to even put it in me.”
“What?” Red almost shrieks in shocked anger, not only because of his wounded
ego but also because He Tian cannot back out now, “No, no I can handle it, I
swear, I’m fine!”
“Calm down, you’ll still get your chance,” He Tian moves forward on his knees,
going over Red’s cock until he’s straddling Red’s stomach, “I’m just saying, if
you don’t make it - it’s perfectly fine. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
He Tian sounds like a parent coddling their child when they think their kid
isn’t going to perform well at the school athletics day, and Red hates the very
thought, oh I’m going to fucking last, asshole.
With new found determination, Red places his hands on He Tian’s thighs and
watches as He Tian opens the bottle of lube and coats his fingers. Little cold
droplets spill onto Red’s chest but he barely notices when He Tian leans down
on one elbow and whispers in his ear, “Good luck.”
He Tian pulls away a little to look into Red’s eyes and it’s only then that Red
fully realises what’s about to happen. His eyes go wide as he watches He Tian
draw his hand behind himself, and though he can’t see it, the sounds He Tian’s
fingers make as they push into his ass is enough to make Red choke on a gasp.
And he’s not the only one gasping. He Tian’s mouth is ajar and he huffs out
heated breath every few seconds, but his eyes never waver from Red’s and that
is just pure torment for Red.
When He Tian’s eyes flutter shut, breaking their eye contact, Red takes the
opportunity to get a real look at him. From He Tian’s flushed cheeks and down
his throat, across his chest and ending at his hips, he watches He Tian subtly
rock back and forth, completely and utterly hypnotised. Red now understands why
He Tian thinks he’s not going to last long, because holy shit, this is the
hottest thing Red has ever seen - and he’s not even fully seeing it. Just the
very sight of what He Tian is doing to himself is enough to bring Red closer to
the edge. From his position Red can’t see anything, but he can assume He Tian
has added a second finger, stretching his asshole, scissoring inside himself.
Red can feel his orgasm building up again, and on any other day he’d let it
overcome him, but no, he’s is going to last damn it!
In desperation, Red reaches around He Tian to hold tightly onto the base of his
stiff cock, stopping the flow from going too far. At the slight shift beneath
him, He Tian opens his eyes and lifts himself up enough to look back at Red’s
hand.
He Tian laughs, teasing, “Well someone really wants this to happen.”
“Oh shut up.”
He Tian continues to laugh until quite suddenly, his voice hitches and his head
tilts back, he must have hit his prostate. Red is mesmerised by He Tian’s
expression, strained with pleasure, and the way he bites his lip to mute a
moan. For the millionth time, Red catches himself wishing He Tian would stop
stifling his sounds. But he also knows that if He Tian did speak up now, Red
would not stand a chance with keeping his orgasm in check.
“Hey,” He Tian mutters. Then without looking, gestures towards the bedside
drawers next to Red, “Get yourself sorted, I’m...I’m almost ready.”
With a heavy body lying on his stomach and one hand preoccupied, Red does his
best reaching out for a spare condom. He manages to snatch one up and with his
teeth, tears through the packet, and then he realises something, “Um, I don't
know how to put a condom on.”
He Tian bursts out laughing, again, but this time with far more gusto. He rolls
off of Red and drops down next to him, “Did you never watch me put one on?”
Red's cheeks flush with embarrassment, “Well yeah, but I also couldn’t see my
dick with you in the way.”
“Ok fair enough,” He Tian sits up, “Pass it here.”
He hands over the condom and watches He Tian start to roll it down over him,
feeling the way it delicately squeezes his cock. A shudder of pleasure spreads
across Red's body, but thankfully he doesn't come at He Tian's touch. The pause
in momentum might have helped his dick calm down, at least just a little bit.
He Tian gives Red's cock a few gentle strokes, coating it with his lube-slicked
hand. He then lifts a leg across Red and positions his ass right over Red's
hips. Oh god, this is it.
With one hand steadying Red’s dick, He Tian eases himself down, a shaky sigh
leaving his lips. While Red on the other hand, lets out a deep guttural groan,
because he has never felt this much glorious pressure around his cock. He feels
like he's going to fucking explode. Red looks up at He Tian, whose head is
tilted back and eyes closed, lost in the moment and Red can't take his eyes off
him.
Then He Tian softly speaks up, “It's been a while.”
Red clenches his jaw at the words. It's not easy to forget that He Tian is far
more experienced in the matters of the bedroom than he is. But then the fact
that He Tian has been with other guys - that he's been fucked by other guys
often completely slips Red's mind. And he doesn’t particularly enjoy being
reminded.
He Tian finally opens his eyes and looks down at Red. His vision is a little
hazy but his small smile shows that he’s focused enough to knows what he’s
doing. He starts to roll his hips, dragging out another groan from Red, the
feeling of being inside He Tian is impossible to describe. It’s intoxicating,
it’s overwhelming, it’s He Tian, and that’s what he’s loving most about all
this. Red sees the way He Tian gazes down at him, putting on a damn show, with
the way he swipes his tongue to wet his lips, the way he arches his back, the
way he moves his hips to drive himself deeper onto Red’s cock. Red thinks he’s
dreaming.
Unconsciously, Red digs his fingers into He Tian’s thighs, as if to try and
wake himself up, but all it seems to do is make He Tian slam his hips down
harder, and pick up the pace. It does wonders to Red, every inhale is sharp and
every exhale is a moan and he knows that He Tian is enjoying the fuck out of
watching Red’s reactions.
He Tian knows what he’s doing, he’s so sure of himself. Whether he’s on the top
or the bottom, he is in control. Which is absolutely not a bad thing in Red’s
mind, but for some reason, he gets the sudden urge to shake things up. He
realises that he doesn’t want this to be exactly like their first time; with
him just laying there and taking it. He wants to prove himself.
So he reaches out for He Tian’s cock, which should have still been soft from
Red’s blowjob, but instead he can feel the stiffness has already returned. He
looks up just in time to see He Tian’s reaction; raised eyebrows in surprise
and a snarky crooked smile, “You think you can make me come again? You think
you can do that?”
“Only one way to find out,” Red murmurs. He bends his legs, drawing his feet
more closer towards them and then give one hard thrust of his hips upwards. It
catches He Tian off guard, bracing himself with hands on either side of Red's
head, whispering a heated ‘fuck’.
He Tian’s eyes have darkened considerably and it just fuels Red on. He picks up
the pace, jerking He Tian off hard while fucking up into him. He can feel his
own orgasm drawing closer, but chooses to ignore it, to focus all his efforts
into He Tian.
He Tian’s composure falters, falling further and further down until he’s
leaning on his elbows, his breath is warm against Red's throat. They’re both
breathing heavy, their movements almost completely in-sync against one another.
Red can feel the sweat coating He Tian’s thigh, he can feel the throbbing of
his cock in his hand and he can feel the slick warmth of He Tian’s ass
engulfing his cock with every thrust, he’s consumed by waves of pleasure and
he’s close. He knows he won’t last for much longer.
He Tian presses down onto Red’s forehead, grabbing Red’s free hand on his thigh
and guiding it to his ass. He presses his hand down and Red instinctively digs
his fingers He Tian’s ass cheek.
“C’mon,” He Tian sighs, barely audible, but it’s enough to make Red groan. He
Tian leans back, just enough to give Red a look, heated and encouraging. Red
realises almost instantly that it’s the same look He Tian had given him when
they were fooling around in that cinema’s toilet stall. When there was someone
in the bathrooms with them and He Tian was silently telling him to; keep going,
I dare you.
So Red takes the chance to flip them, with He Tian on his back and he quickly
wraps his legs around Red's waist. There’s no gasp of surprise from He Tian, he
wanted this. But when Red thrusts into him in this new position and hits the
spot deep within him, He Tian’s moan is sharp and loud. That’s what Red wants
to hear.
“More, more,” He Tian gasps and Red’s hands tighten their grip on the bed
sheets beneath him as he continues fucking into He Tian. Red slams into him so
hard He Tian arches off the bed and their sweaty chests make contact. Dropping
back down, He Tian reaches up and curls his hands around Red’s neck. Red leans
down and presses their foreheads together and He Tian’s breath is hitting Red’s
face in ragged gasps and stuttered moans, his deep voice breaking to give Red
words of encouragement, “That’s it, Red, k-keep going.”
Red is going to come any second now, he can feel it, but somehow the
determination to last longer than He Tian is still miraculously on his mind. He
hadn’t realised he had stopped jerking off He Tian when he had flipped then, so
he quickly reaches down and wraps his hand around He Tian’s cock. His reaction
is instant, He Tian’s back arches again and their body flush against one
another as He Tian’s cum spurts from his dick, landing between them. He Tian
whines incoherently and it’s enough for Red to reach his release too. He keeps
going, fucking out his orgasm in the last few thrusts.
Slowly, Red pulls out and flops down next to He Tian. They lay there on their
backs, looking up at the ceiling together. After a brief moment of silence, He
Tian starts laughing.
Red doesn’t understand what’s so funny, or how He Tian is even able to laugh
while out of breath. But then He Tian speaks up with a single word, ‘Fuck’ and
that’s all he needs to say to understand.
“Yeah,” Red reaches for the tissue box and passes it to He Tian to clean
himself up.
Then Red looks down at his soft dick, and the used condom covering it, and when
He Tian notices he asks, “Do you need help taking off the condom too?”
Well it didn’t take long for the sass to return. Red gives him a deadpan look,
“I think I can manage.”
And he does manage. He’s seen He Tian do it many, many times to get the jist of
it. He Tian turns on his side to watch him tie it up and toss it in the bin,
“We should fuck in the morning more often.”
Red freezes and looks at He Tian, eyes closed and ready to sleep. He Tian is
doing it again; giving him words that mean more underneath. ‘Fuck in the
morning more often’, might as well be translated to ‘Red should stay over
more’. Before Red can give a response, He Tian continues, “If that's what
you're capable of in the morning, I don't fucking mind.”
“Was that a compliment?” Red asks, a grin growing on his face, choosing to
ignore the bigger meaning behind He Tian’s words. This direction of
conversation is easier for both of them
“No,” He Tian opens his eyes and smiles back, looking very mischievous, “This
is a compliment.”
He then starts to slide down the bed and Red watches as he leans up on his
elbow, looking directly at Red's soft cock. He Tian leans closer and says, “You
did good, buddy.”
“Oh my god.”
At the realisation that He Tian is talking directly to his dick, he tries to
shoves him away by the face, He Tian has lost his damn mind. But He Tian hasn’t
finished, he pushes against Red's hands, his voice a little muffled, “You're
real a trooper.”
“Fuck off,” Red tries shouting through his sudden burst of laughter. He can’t
help it, it’s funny seeing He Tian’s squished nose and cheeks against his
hands.
Then He Tian pulls back, and looks at Red, “You any good at making breakfast?”
***** In the Kitchen *****
Chapter Summary
     There is a lot more talking than usual and a kitchen counter gets
     ruined.
It’s a Sunday afternoon, and Red is on a subway heading towards He Tian’s
apartment. He had received a text from him about half an hour ago, while he was
busy studying, that just read, ‘I need you to come clean up some mess’
It took Red less than a few seconds to decide that he was going to go, but he
still waited a couple minutes to respond with an; ‘alright’
He knew that he wasn’t staying over tonight because they had school tomorrow.
If he had packed a bag with his uniform in it that would imply planning and
they needed to keep this as casual as possible. But Red looks down at the
backpack between his legs as he sits on the train, worried about a future
conversation with He Tian that just won’t be ‘casual’ at all.
Before he had left his house to get to He Tian, he first had to get past his
mother, who was taking a nap on the couch. She works long hours at a local
restaurant so she takes every opportunity to get a few hours of rest, and Red
respects that by not disturbing her (also he wanted to avoid her questions), so
he tried to sneak past her. But that didn't work.
‘Where are you going?’ she mumbled, like maybe she was still asleep, asking in
her dreams. But Red had turned around to see that she was looking at him
through half lidded eyes.
‘Work,’ he had answered. Which was true enough - he is going over there to
clean, but he's not about to mention to his mother that there will probably
also be some fucking afterwards. He's not about to mention that to anyone ever.
‘You don’t usually work on Sundays’
‘Yeah, my boss just called me last minute’
'Hmm’ she said before she got up from the couch and moved toward Red by the
door, ‘Listen, Guan Shan, I love that you have a job and I truly appreciate you
helping out with the rent. But honey, your education comes first’
‘I've been studying’ Red had argued back.
‘Yes I know,’ she pointed to his bedroom, ‘You were just then and now you're
not. I heard your phone go off and now you're out the door’
Red looked down in embarrassment, his mother hitting it on the nose, ‘This
employer of yours...you seem to be at his beck and call’
As much as he hates her words, he can't deny the truth in them, ‘So what do you
want me to do? Quit?’
That's the last thing Red wants to do.
‘No of course not. Just how bout you start a schedule? Two nights a week, no
weekends?’
To Red that sounded just as bad as quitting. He looked around, avoiding his
mother's eyes, trying to think of a solution that will reassure her but also
won't restrict his visits to He Tian.
‘How about this instead,’ he said before walking back to his room and packing
his bag, ‘I take my homework with me, study at his place?’
‘And he'd be okay with that?’
‘Oh yeah, absolutely’
His mother had squinted her eyes in suspicion, ‘An odd place to work.’
‘Don’t worry about it mum, he's cool’
Red imagined He Tian would have the biggest smug look on his face if he heard
Red say that.
‘He's cool huh?’ His mother took a long look at his backpack, ‘So cool that he
let's you stay overnight?’
Red took a big gulp, trying his hardest not to look panicked. He should've seen
this coming, his mother may be busy all the time, but of course she'd notice
that Red hasn't been coming home a lot lately. Maybe he really has been
spending too much time at He Tian’s place. He raised his hands in defense, ‘Oh
no way! I have a friend who lives close by and I crash at his place. You know,
when it uh...gets too late to catch a train home’
He knew he didn't sound convincing enough, but his mother surprisingly
conceded, ‘Alright’
He looked at her with confusion, but she just opened their apartment door to
let him leave and said, ‘I trust you’
And that was that.
So now here he is, on the train to He Tian’s apartment with just a few more
stops to go. He feels bad for lying to his mother, but he's also not ready to
let go of all the fun he's been having with He Tian. He's a horny teenager,
what do you expect?
Red looks down at his bag again, with all his study notes and textbooks inside.
He's not sure if he'll actually have the guts to ask He Tian, ‘Hey can I study
here?’ because when he starts to imagine studying with He Tian, whether it's at
the dinner table or on the bed, it feels so domestic, so...boyfriend-ish? And
that's a big red flag for them. Especially for He Tian.
So no, he decides; he won't mention it. Red throws his bag over his shoulder
and gets off the train. It's a short distance between the station and He Tian's
apartment building so it doesn't take him long to be greeted by the doorman and
let into the foyer. The staff are familiar enough with him now that they greet
him by name, god he has been spending too much time at He Tian’s place.
Not that he's counting but they’ve been fucking for almost three months now.
And over this past month Red has been staying over more and more. Ever since
the first night that Red slept overnight, it just became a natural thing that
happened. Red never needed to ask if he could stay over and He Tian never
offered, they just let it happen.
That's how they worked. And it's been going pretty well. He cooks and cleans
and then they fuck and sleep.
They’ve done it on almost every surface in the apartment, the bed, the chairs,
the floor. And sometimes there wouldn’t even be a horizontal surface. Just last
week He Tian was in the mood to show Red just how much stronger he was than
him, so he fucked him against the window.
As Red goes up the elevator, he recalls that night, his legs and arms wrapped
around He Tian, his back and ass pressed against the glass, giving all of his
weight on him. The sound of his sweaty skin squeaking against the window, his
long strings of pleas and curses right into He Tian’s ear, it was intense. And
then when it was all over, He Tian carried him to the bed like it was the most
natural thing to do.
Red gets out of the elevator on He Tian's floor and when he reaches for his
apartment and goes to knock, He Tian’s door shoots open to reveal a smiling He
Tian. He's wearing nothing but a pair of grey track pants, and when he looks
down to give it a proper look, Red notices the not-so-subtle boner hidden
underneath.
“Hello,” he says, not really sure whether he's saying it to He Tian or to his
boner.
He Tian, not embarrassed at all as usual, steps back to let him in, “What's
with the heavy-looking bag?”
Red slides it off his shoulder and lays it next to front door, “None of your
business.”
“Alright, whatever,” He Tian shrugs, “C'mon I'll show you the spot.”
He Tian leads the way into the kitchen and points out what Red needs to clean
for him.
“That's it?” Red asks in disbelief, “You called me for this?”
When Red had first started cleaning for He Tian, there was a lot of mess for
him to deal with. But I guess now, with how often Red comes over and how tired
He Tian must be from constantly creating mess for Red to clean, that just a
single patch of breadcrumbs on the kitchen counter is enough of a mess for He
Tian to call him over.
“Mhmm,” He Tian answers, leaning against another counter, looking very horny
and a little impatient. Red bets that once he's cleaned the counter, He Tian’s
going to be all over him. So Red walks over to the counter and grabs two sheets
of paper towel from its roll. He wipes the crumbs off the counter with piece of
paper and onto the other piece. The very moment he rolls it up and chucks it in
the bin, He Tian is standing behind him, places his hands on Red's waist.
Called it, Red thought to himself.
“Is there anything else?” Red asks.
But the question goes unanswered. Or maybe it is answered, with the way He Tian
kisses the nape of Red's neck and slides a hand down to his crotch. So Red asks
a different question, “Shouldn't we move to the bedroom?”
“Nope,” He Tians responds simply, Red can hear the smile in He Tian’s words, “I
realised we hadn’t done it in the kitchen yet. So I started fantasizing about
fucking you right here on the kitchen counter and I had to get you over here
right away.”
“Isn't that a bit unsanitary?”
“Only if you don’t clean up afterwards.”
Red wants to complain, to say that he should be studying, but when He Tian
whispers into his ear, ‘Bend over’, he does it with no hesitation.
Red bends forward, leaning on his elbows, making his ass stick out prominently.
He can't see He Tian get on his knees, but he can feel He Tian’s hands slide
down the side of both of his legs all the way to his ankles. He Tian reaches
around and unbuttons Red's pants and pulls them down, along with his underwear.
The cold press of the marble counter against the bare skin of his hips, sends a
shiver down Red's spine. He feels He Tian run his hands up from his calves to
caress his ass and then pull the cheeks apart until they are spread wide enough
for He Tian to see his tight entrance.
“Have I ever told you how great your ass is?”
Red can't help the pleased grin that grows on his face, “You've mentioned it a
few times, yes.”
Without any further comment, He Tian leans in and flicks his tongue teasingly
over Red's ass hole, making Red inhale sharply. He starts letting out a series
of moans as He Tian takes his time circling the tip of his tongue around him.
Red couldn’t help himself when he nudges his ass back. He wants He Tian to get
on with it; he wants to feel his tongue inside him.
He Tian gets the hint, sticking his thumbs inside Red to spread him wider.
Without hesitation, He Tian’s tongue enters him and begins licking the insides
until he's sloppy and wet. All of Red's blood starts rushing down to his cock,
swelling it to full stiffness in seconds. He loses the strength in his elbows,
sliding his arms up until his chest and the side of his face are resting on the
cool smooth surface of the counter.
He Tian sucks and licks and probes deeper until Red is clawing at the counter,
moaning with pleasure. Red manages to grab hold of a hand towel and clings onto
it for dear life. He Tian repeats the motions again and again, relentlessly
pushing his tongue into Red, leaving him writhing and gasping. Red honestly
can't remember why he had wanted to complain before.
Then He Tian suddenly pulls away and Red can only assume it's to take a look at
his work. Just being aware of He Tian inspecting him so closely makes Red's
legs shake and his cock leak. He wants to push back but He Tian holds his hips
steady. Red is aching for more. And He Tian gives it to him.
He Tian pushes his first finger inside, triggering Red to whine once more. He
gives him only a moment to adjust before he starts moving in and out, and Red's
eye flutter shut at the sensation. The stretch is gentle, Red is used to the
light pain that quickly sets his insides ablaze with want.
Despite the lust clouding his mind, Red decides that this is the perfect time
to say what's on his mind, “You know you don't-”
He cuts himself off to gasp at He Tian’s second finger entering him.
“I don't what?” He Tian enquires, nonchalantly, as if he doesn't have his
fingers up Red's ass.
Red tries to start again, “You d-don’t have to call me-”
It's very difficult to structure complete sentences when He Tian's fingers are
starting to feel really, really good, “-To clean for you, j-just to get me...to
come over.”
He doesn’t understand why he's saying this to He Tian. He probably shouldn't,
but in this moment his mind is just not thinking straight. There's no filter
between his brain and his mouth.
It takes a long moment for He Tian to respond, as if he's repeating Red's words
in his head a few times, “Really? So if I called you and said, ‘come over, I’m
horny’ you would?”
“Just say ‘come over’,” Red answers with a sigh, his entire body feels like
complete moosh. Why are you saying this? Red thinks to himself, you should shut
up now.
“...Alright,” He Tian sounds like he's still processing this new information,
“By definition that'd officially make you a booty call.”
Shut up, shut up, don't answer him, “Okay.”
He Tian takes his fingers out and Red regrets opening his damn mouth.
From the beginning He Tian had stated that this thing they’re doing is not a
thing. That the only type of relationship they have is an employer and his
employee, and the sex is just this separate entity that shall, and should,
remain nameless. They need to keep it unacknowledged.
Red goes to lean up on his elbows again, thinking that he ruined the mood, but
then He Tian places a hand on his back to stop him. Red turns his head to look
down at him.
“Sorry, I’m just surprised,” He Tian starts, “I thought you needed a reason to
come here.”
Red’s brows furrow, that’s not what he expected to hear. He Tian continues, “I
had you pegged for someone so deep in the closet, that you needed an ‘excuse’
to cover up the real reason, you know?”
“Well maybe before, but…” we’ve been doing this for a while now, is what Red
wants to say. But he’s not going to say that, and He Tian doesn’t want him to
say it either. So he starts again, “I’m not ready to come out of the closet or
anything, I just…”
Red struggles to find the right words, and in the end, He Tian finds it for
him, “You just don’t need me to help you lie to yourself anymore.”
They look at each other, and an understanding has been made between them.
“Yeah,” Red answers softly.
“Alright then,” He Tian smiles up at him from the floor. Without warning, he
thrusts his fingers in and Red sucks in a sharp breath, arching his back. It
doesn’t take long for He Tian to find the right angle again, reducing him to a
whining mess on the counter.
He hears the playful tone in He Tian’s voice, “I hope with this new found
acceptance of your sexuality, it means that you’re going to start sending me
dick pics~”
“Shut up,” Red whines and all he can hear is He Tian’s laugh behind him.
When He Tian finally adds a third finger, Red is too far gone to care about the
mild pain it brings. Red's fingers curl tighter around the towel in his hands
as he rocks his hips back, the heat inside him growing stronger every time He
Tian presses against his prostate.
It's not long before He Tian pulls his fingers out with a wet pop making Red's
voice hitch. He can hear some shuffling and the crinkling of a condom wrapping
paper and he knows what's coming, he craves it.
He feels He Tian’s hands smooth up the back of his thighs and then begin moving
his ass cheeks apart again.
"Perfect," He Tian exhales deeply.
Red wants to roll his eyes, “You still going on about my ass?”
“Always.”
He Tian slides his cock up and down his ass, coating it in the leftover saliva
he used when he was down there. Red chews on his lower lip in anticipation, the
thought of He Tian stuffing him full with his cock was all he could think about
right now.
“Ready?” He Tian asks, aligning the tip of his cock to Red's entrance. Red
makes a small noise and a nod, saving himself from just outright saying ‘fuck
yes’.
He Tian waits just a few more agonizing seconds before he starts pressing
forward, sliding inch by inch into him. Red squeezes his eyes shut and his jaw
goes slack as he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in.
 
“Oh god,” Red moans, bringing a fist to his mouth, trying to hold himself
together while He Tian keeps filling him up. It proves to be a difficult task
when He Tian starts to pull out and snap his hips forward again. Red let's go
of the hand towel and grabs onto the edge of the counter, to give stability
while He Tian repeatedly thrusts his cock into Red's ass, building up a fast
pace.
He Tian leans over him, one hand on the counter and the other sliding up Red's
sweaty chest and around his neck. Red knows what's coming, but it still leaves
him gasping when He Tian pulls him up, pressing their upright bodies together.
Red turns his head to let He Tian kiss him. It's messy and hot but with the way
He Tian is fucking into him at this new angle, they can't keep their lips
together for long. The waves of pleasure going up Red’s spine forces him to
lean his head back on He Tian’s shoulder and cry out.
“That's it...keep screaming,” He Tian huffs out, revealing that he's just as
breathless and wrecked as Red is. He licks at Red's ear then drags his tongue
down until suddenly, without warning, bites down on Red's shoulder, It jolts
Red up onto his toes and makes him cry out again, giving out what He Tian
wanted.
“Touch me,” Red whispers, feeling the heat start to really pool in his stomach.
He Tian does as he's commanded, reaching over and jerking Red's leaking cock.
“That's it...fuck- I'm close,” Red groans, feeling his orgasm building inside
him. He Tian picks up the pace of his hand and his hips, giving Red everything
he needs to be pushed right over the edge until he does. It hits Red hard, cum
rushing out of him and landing onto the kitchen counter and the drawers below
it. He's cursing and whining the whole time until he slumps his head against He
Tian’s shoulder again, exhausted and satisfied.
After He Tian lets go of Red's wrung out cock, he continues fucking him. Red
reaches his arm up and grabs hold of He Tian’s hair, turning his head to kiss
him. They go at it aggressively until He Tian has to break away, looking
seconds away from climaxing. In that moment, Red realises that he's not fully
satisfied, that there's still one more thing he wants to do.
He pushes back against the counter, making He Tian pull out and stumble
backwards a little, “Red, what are you doing?”
Red turns around and drops to his knees, he'll hate himself in a few hours when
bruises start to form. He reaches for He Tian’s waist and pulls him closer
again, and by that point He Tian takes the initiative to pull off his condom.
Before either of them truly processes what is happening, Red has opened his
mouth and is sucking in He Tian's cock, just as the hot release comes spilling
out of it.
“Fuck,” He Tian groans, jerking his hips forward and bracing his hands on the
counter behind Red. He laps it all up, sucking and swallowing the cum down his
throat, enjoying the salty taste and the rough groans He Tian gives out that
makes Red burn for more.
So he doesn't take his mouth away.
Even when He Tian is shaking from overstimulation and is trying to pull away,
Red keeps bobbing back and forth with his hands clasped tightly onto He Tian’s
waist. “Guan Shan, I can’t- fu…”
Please just a little bit more. Red keeps going, not wanting to stop, taking the
cock down his throat and holding it there. He’s addicted to the taste of He
Tian, the feel of his cock on his tongue.
He Tian cries out then, coming for the second time, his hip stuttering forward
again from the release. And Red takes it all, letting the cum run down his
throat before he finally removes He Tian’s cock from his mouth. He watches He
Tian’s knees buckle and slumps down onto the floor in front of him, both of
them breathing heavily, “Fucking hell, Red...you..fuck. That was really…”
“Sorry.”
“Don't fucking apologize,” He Tian snaps before cupping his hands onto the
sides of Red's face and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Its rushed and
sloppy, with too much tongue, but they don't pull away until they're even more
breathless than they were before.
It takes them a while to get off the floor, and by that point the cum that Red
spilled onto the counter had started to dry.
“Gross,” Red remarks, wiping it all away with a wet sponge that he'll
absolutely be throwing away now.
He Tian sidles up next to him, “Ah, don't be like that, it was fun~”
“Yeah, but it was also gross.”
He Tian laughs and continues watching him clean the counter down, one of his
finger gently playing over Red's back. Before he arrived at He Tian’s
apartment, Red was positive he wasn't going to be bringing this up, but since
their mid-fuck conversation earlier, Red fees that he's been given the courage
to speak up, “So uh…”
“Yeah?”
“The reason I accepted your job offer to be your cleaner was not just for the
money.”
He Tian removes his hand from Red’s back. Red’s stomach drops but he powers
through, “It was so that I could have more time to focus on school work.”
There's a pause between them, He Tian drawing a point from Red's words, “Were
you studying when I texted you?”
Spot on.
“...Yes,” Red doesn't have the courage to look at He Tian, he doesn't know what
he'll see.
“So...you want to quit?”
“No! I-” Red clamours and instantly regrets how quick he answered. He takes a
deep breath, “I…”
“You what?”
“...I brought my homework with me.”
For a moment there's absolute silence and then suddenly Red hears laughter. He
finally looks up to see He Tian laughing at him, “Jesus fucking christ Red
what's with the dramatics? You could've just said, ‘let's study together’ or
something.”
Red can't believe what he's hearing, is this really the same guy who said he
didn’t do relationships?’
“You're okay with it?”
“Well yeah, whatever,” He Tian shrugs, “It'd benefit me anyway, because now I
get a cook, a cleaner and a tutor all in one!”
Ah there it is. He'd be a tutor to him. Nothing more.
Red rolls his eyes, “Pretty sure your grades are better than mine.”
“Oh that's true,” He Tian concedes and Red punches him in the arm.
 
***
“Alright, so I'm heading home now,” Red shouts by the door, his bag packed with
all his stuff. They surprisingly studied well together. Guess it's because they
got the fucking out of the way first.
“Wait a sec!” He Tian calls out, heading towards him with an envelope in his
hand, “For your services.”
He Tian hands it over to Red and even though he already knows what's inside,
Red opens it to find a big wad of cash. He feels his stomach twist, for your
services. Suddenly an internal conflict he's had with himself for almost three
months resurfaces once again, You’re a fucking prostitute - No I'm not - Yes
you are - No I'm no-
“You okay?” He Tian asks, not understanding the pain he's just caused.
Red snaps out of it and removes two measly notes from the envelope for himself
and shoves the rest back at He Tian, “All I did was clean your counter. This is
how much I should get.”
He slips the two notes into his pocket and turns to leave, opening the door.
“Wait,” He Tian leans over Red and slams the door shut again, “I'm hungry, make
me dinner.”
Red turns to look at him, frustrated, “There's plenty of leftovers in the
fridge.”
“I don’t want the leftovers in the fridge,” He Tian argues, sounding like a
rich brat more than ever. He Tian removes Red's bag from his shoulders, puts
the envelope inside and drops it on the ground, “I want you to cook for me.”
Red looks at He Tian- at his attempt at giving money to him, that he would be
comfortable taking- and he feels his heart twinge. Bet he's just sick of
leftovers though.
“Okay,” Red shrugs, trying to give off nonchalance. As he walks past He Tian to
get to the kitchen, “But I am never preparing food on that counter again.”
***** Not Studying *****
Chapter Summary
     He Tian got a couch and i don't like this chapter at all, but if you
     do, then great! Enjoy
He Tian tries to give Red his best doe-eyed expression, but it can't work
effectively when Red is purposefully avoiding his gaze, “You might enjoy it~”
Red continues to look down at his study notes, he shakes his head
unsympathetically, “Nope.”
“Oh come on,” He Tian whines.
“Not going to happen.”
“Just for me~”
“For you-? He Tian,”Red finally looks at him with exasperation, “There are a
lot of things you can convince me to do, but dressing up in that skimpy maid
costume is not one of them.”
He Tian groans, finally giving up and carefully laying the maid outfit onto the
back of the couch beside him, “You would've looked great.”
“Oh shut up,” Red sinks lower into his spot on the leather couch and looks at
his notes again, trying not to look like that compliment didn’t get to him, but
He Tian can see right past that, “Now what did you get for question six on the
mock exam?”
He Tian settles himself back down on the couch too, moping over the rejected
maid costume, and looks down at his answer, still wanting to have a little fun,
“69.”
“Seriously?”
“No, 124.”
“Oh good that's what I got too,” Red breathes out with relief, but then he
lifts up one of his legs and kicks He Tian in the thigh, “Stop messing around,
the exam is on Monday.”
“Ah come on,” He Tian replies coyly, slipping his hand into the leg hole of
Red's track pants (actually they belong to He Tian) and slides his hand up
Red's leg, “Nothing wrong with a little messing around.”
Red reels his leg back quickly, “How are you still horny? We literally fucked
right here, two hours ago.”
Well, that's a good question.
He Tian has been asking himself that for months. Except he's been wording it
like; how are you still so horny for Red even after all this time?
He’s been trying very hard not to think about the amount of time they've been
doing this, but it really is getting up there. He has no intention of letting
it end just yet, and even scarier, he's been encouraging it to continue. The
maid costume was harmless, well at least in his opinion, but getting this couch
with the sole purpose of spending time on it with Red, is a concern. He bought
it a week ago and since then, he and Red have spent all of their time together
on it. From watching movies, to playing video games, to studying and to
fucking.
A lot of fucking.
Like Red had pointed out, just two hours ago he had his hands on the back of
Red's knees, pushing them towards his chest and was pounding into him hard and
fast until they came together. He should be satiated for the night, but he's
not.
“Maybe I'm just bored,” He Tian answers with a shrug. But the real answer is
that he can’t help it that Red fans his flames so damn much.
Red rolls his eyes and focuses back on his work. They let the atmosphere fall
into a comfortable silence. And this right here, is another facet of their
relationship that He Tian worries he's getting used to; the times they spend
together not having sex.
They're just sitting on the couch studying, and even though, yes, He Tian is
still horny for some action, he's fine with their current situation. He's never
spent this much time with someone he's been fucking, not fucking them.
Red is becoming this giant exception to all of He Tian’s rules. And that scares
the shit out of He Tian.
Sometimes he thinks about ending it, cutting the tie between them before it
gets too strong but then-
“Can you stop doing that?”
He Tian shakes out of his thoughts to look over at Red. He didn't realise he'd
been gently stroking his thumb across the back of Red's neck, it was an
unconscious act, “Sorry.”
Red huffs out another sigh of annoyance and makes an exaggerated motion at
trying to focus on studying again, Red can be such a drama queen.He Tian smiles
and looks back at his own work, “I don't know why you're so stressed for the
exam. You’re going to pass.”
In his peripheral vision, He Tian can tell that Red is looking at him now,
“What? Why would you think that?”
“You're smart, you work hard. The idea of you failing at something that you've
worked hard for is something I can't imagine.”
“That’s some pretty high praise,” Red puts down his books on his side of the
couch, “Are you just saying that to get me in the mood again?”
He Tian laughs softly, well it's half the reason,the other half is genuine, “Is
it working?”
“Yes.”
He Tian looks up to find that Red is not looking at him with annoyance or
exasperation, but with something else. Red is giving him a once-over, biting at
his bottom lip.
Oh.
He Tian wasn’t expecting it to work,does Red have a praise kink or something?
“But really I just need you to shut the fuck up for a while,” Red grabs the
book and pen out of He Tian's hands and drops them on the floor.
“I thought you said you were tired,” He Tian gulps.
Red places a hand on He Tian's thigh and slides down onto his knees in front of
him, never breaking eye contact, “My mouth isn't.”
Fuck.
Red grabs hold of the backs of He Tian’s knees and pulls him closer to the edge
of the couch, spreading his legs out on either side of him. Getting right to
it, Red palms at He Tian’s fast-growing erection, “You’re not wearing anything
under these pants, are you?”
He Tian doesn’t get a chance to respond with a quip before Red is yanking his
pants down, setting his cock free. He lets out a shaky groan instead, watching
Red lick his lips and take He Tian’s cock in his hand, starting to tug it
languidly.
Looks like Red wants to take his time tonight,He Tian thinks as he looks down
at Red kissing up the inside of his thigh.
But then suddenly Red looks right back up at him and all thoughts leave He Tian
when the warmth of Red's mouth envelopes his cock. He Tian gasps, throwing his
head back, Red’s mouth sucking hard with his hot, wet lips. The effort to keep
quiet was a real fucking challenge, especially with Red not even giving him a
chance to adjust before he starts bobbing up and down. He closes his eyes,
trying to control his breathing, but that's difficult to do when the obscene
sucking and licking sounds are making He Tian feel like he might come right
then and there. And he just might, with how good Red is at sucking him off.
He couldn't figure out what made Red so good at it, He Tian certainly didn't
teach him how to do it like this. He could feel Red’s fingers press down on his
thighs and when He Tian decided to open his eyes he saw Red still looking at
him, his pupils blown. In that very moment of eye contact, Red decided to sink
further, deepthroating He Tian and moaning at the stretch of it going down his
throat.
He Tian groans, the vibrations against his cock are setting his body on fire.
His breathing is coming out in pants, he feels hot all over and then just a
quick flick of Red's tongue against his sensitive dick instantly jerks him
upwards.
“Fuck!” He Tian swears loudly.
Whatever happened to the days where he would barely make a sound?
It's all Red’s doing. With the way his movements become more enthusiastic with
every moan and sigh from He Tian. It's almost as if the sultry redhead aimsto
make He Tian scream.
There's no doubt in He Tian’s mind that Red is enjoying himself. He Tian's
mouth is left ajar, breathing raggedly at the sight of Red lapping up all the
excessive precum that's been bubbling up from the slit of his cock. Then Red
sunk down again, bobbing up and down aggressively, humming along as his tongue
dragged against the underside of He Tian's cock, making He Tian go crazy over
the vibrations. He Tian lost himself, moaning and writhing on the couch,
succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. He could feel himself drawing closer
to his orgasm, the heat building up in his stomach.
Suddenly Red pulls his mouth away, breathing heavily, and it's a fucking
miracle that He Tian doesn’t come at the sight of him. He Tian didn’t think he
could get any harder, but there it goes, his cock getting stiffer at the sight
of Red kneeling in front of him with his lips shiny and swollen, his mouth
hanging open and breathless. Red looks at him, his mouth forming an utterly
sinful smile, “Do you wanna fuck my mouth?”
He Tian gives out a guttural groan, just completely overcome with want,that he
doesn't even need to give Red a verbal confirmation. He’s simply oozing out yes
yes yeswith his body.
Red reaches for He Tian’s hands and slowly brings them down to grip his hair.
He curls his fingers tighter and Red briefly closes his eyes, hissing at the
pressure to his scalp. He Tian waits for Red to open his eyes again before
guiding his head down. He watches Red open his mouth to slowly let He Tian’s
cock slide inside.
He watches himself disappear between Red’s lips and fucking hell,the feeling is
slick and hot, and all-consuming. He Tian keeps pulling him down further,
keeping his eyes open for when Red tries to tap out, for when he'll draw back
and say that it's too much.
But he doesn't. Red takes him in, all of him, and when He Tian feels his dick
presses the back of Red's throat, he drops his head back against the couch.
He's completely buried in Red’s mouth and he'sthe one that wants to say it's
too much.
“You’re so. Fucking. Hot, Red,” He Tian loudly slurs, loosening his fingers for
just a moment before grabbing a fistful again, raising him off his cock and
then shoving Red down. He hears Red gag but he doesn’t see any discomfort or
desire to stop appear on Red's face. If anything, Red is looking more flushed,
pupils blown and inhaling heavily through his nose. So He Tian does it again,
and again, and again. Red is taking it like a goddamn pro.
Beneath all the heat and haziness, He Tian notes that he probably shouldn't say
that to him. Red gets weird at words like professional. A while ago, He Tian
used the phrase ‘for your services’ and he could literally see Red's eye
twitch.
He's amazed that he can even be thinking about that at a time like this,
thrusting helplessly into Red’s mouth. Soon enough, He Tian’s mind dissolves
into complete moosh. He's only half aware of the mumbled words escaping his
lips as he continues to fuck Red's mouth without pause. He doesn't even know
what he's mumbling about, he just knows that Red feels too good around him and
he doesn't want to stop.
But he can feel his orgasm building, he's not going to last much longer.
He looks down at Red once more, watching his dick push past those swollen lips,
a beautiful sight,when suddenly he looks further down, to gaze upon a sight
that brings He Tian to the very brink of coming; Red jerking himself off.He
Tian found a fucking gold mine with this guy.
He Tian bites down on his bottom lip absent-mindedly, eyes glued onto Red’s
hand fisting himself with unrestrained urgency. He can’t remember ever being
thishot and thisturned on by someone, and this is why he hasn’t ended it with
Red. The boy on his knees before him makes him feel alive.
Alive in every single way. It was like his life was grey before he started this
and now all there is, is red, red, Red.
“Oh fuck, Red, gonna come,” He Tian warns, loosening his grip until Red is
bobbing up and down on his own once again. He Tian’s body arches off the couch,
rolling his eyes back in his head as he releases into Red’s mouth. Red groans
along with him, swallowing down everything that he’s giving him.
Red stares up at him, his hand still going relentlessly at his own cock, his
thighs trembling with exertion. Impulsively, He Tian roughly pushes his hand
against Red’s chest, removing Red’s mouth from him, and then pushes again until
he has Red lying on his back on the floor. With a growl, He Tian lies down next
to Red, pressing their bodies together, and forcefully sweeps his hand away. He
grabs hold of Red’s brimming cock and it feels slick and hot against his hand.
He Tian starts to slide his hand up and down, watching the way Red gasps and
writhes around under his touch. He quickly captures Red’s mouth in a kiss,
licking his way into Red’s mouth and tasting himself on his tongue.
Red pulls away, breathing heavily, “Holy f-fuck,shit.”
He didn’t need to look down to know that Red was coming; his fingers clawing at
He Tian’s shirt, his hips jerking around frantically, slack mouth opening and
his eyes snapping shut, “Fuck.”
He Tian pulls his soaked hand away to lie on his back, looking up at the
ceiling with a grin. For a while they sat there, basking in the afterglow of
their respective orgasms. Eventually He Tian felt his ability to form coherent
thought returning to him, “You,” He Tian begins, “You were getting yourself
off...from just sucking my dick.”
“Yeah,” Red agrees, turning to look at him defensively, “What’s it to you?”
“Nothing, it’s just that,” He Tian turns to his side, leaning up on his elbow
to look down at the guy who’s been giving him the best blowjobs of his life,
“You keep calling me a pervert, when in actuality you’re just as bad as me.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah really.”
“Whatever,” Red scoffs, tucking himself back into his pants, “Now can we get
back to studying?”
“Sure,” He Tian sits up, and then to try his luck he adds, “Only if you wear
the maid outfit~”
“Ok I’m leaving.”
***** The Maid *****
Chapter Summary
     Red falls into temptation and tries on the maid costume ft. drama
     If you need help figuring out what it looks like, I drew this like
     two months ago: https://teanshan.tumblr.com/post/159846026583/he-
     doesnt-know-how-he-feels-about-it
On any other day, Red would've walked by himself to He Tian’s apartment, but
today he was in a sour mood and just didn't care who saw them walking together.
This mood of his might have something to do with their exam marks getting
released this morning at school, but who knows.
All Red knows is that he doesn't know. At a distance, he watched the other
students gather around the notice boards, reading out their marks and looking
at how everyone else did. He heard some girls gush over He Tian ranking 2nd in
their entire year, ‘how smart, how handsome, how perfect’. It was all too much
for Red, so he just didn't look.
It's not like he cares about his marks anyway.
It's not like Red has been studying his ass off for half the year. He probably
failed every single exam so he's just saving himself from the pai- what pain?
Like he said, he doesn't care. It's whatever. Not worth talking about.
So, of course, He Tian has to go and ask him, “Did you check out your exam
marks?”
Red lets out a deep sigh, knowing that He Tian was going to know what was up
with him. He Tian has his keys inside the apartment door, ready to open it, and
decides that this is the best moment to ask Red this. He's smiling like the
jerk he is and Red knows that he's not going to open the damn door until he
gets an answer, “No, I forgot to look.”
He Tian scoffs, “Liar.”
He gets the door open and walks in, while Red is left outside feeling
indignant. He argues back, “I'm not lying, I didn’t look at my marks.”
“Yeah I know that,” He Tian looks back at him while taking off his shoes by the
door, “You're lying about forgetting.”
Yep, spot on once again. Sometimes the way He Tian just knows these things
really frustrates him. Red walks through the entrance and closes the door, “So
what if I didn't want to look? I probably failed anyway.”
“Oh really? Well I wouldn't say that~” He Tian replies coyly, pulling out his
phone and flaunting it at Red. From their close proximity, Red could see on He
Tian’s phone screen; a photo of the exam board.
Oh shit, Red steps towards him, reaching out for the phone, “You didn't!”
He Tian swats Red’s hand away, while still managing to read what’s on the phone
screen, “For Standard Chinese, you got 65, thats a pass.”
“Stop!” Red reaches for the phone again. He does not want to hear about his
shitty marks, especially from He Tian. They continue struggling, stepping
further into the apartment and it’s clear that He Tian is having fun with all
of this.
“For Mathematics, you got 69, haha,” He Tian is laughing now, waving off Red’s
grabby hands as if he were dealing with a child.
“Real fucking mature!”
“Well it's a pass! So whatever. And now for Food Sciences- woah!” He Tian cuts
himself off with a surprised yell, toppling backwards over onto the couch. And
Red takes the opportunity to jump over and straddle his stomach, and god damn
it, He Tian just won’t stop giggling like an annoying brat.
“Will you stop it already?” Red snatches the phone out of his hand, “I don't
care-!”
“93,” He Tian interrupts, the giggles dying down, but the smile still there.
Red pauses, replaying the words in his mind, making sure that he heard him
correctly, “W-What?”
“93,” He Tian takes the phone out of Red’s hand and shows him the photo, “It
says it right there.”
Red stares at the phone, yes it does say 93. Wow. I...what?
“And I didn't help you with this subject,” He Tian lifts himself up onto his
elbow, “So that 93 was all you.”
Red can feel himself grow warm all over his body, he can feel his chest
pounding with pride and...something else. He looks at He Tian and the asshole
is still giving him that stupid, annoying, wonderful smile, and Red doesn’t
know what to do, doesn’t know what this other feeling is. And he certainly
doesn’t realise that he’s smiling right back at He Tian.
“You don't want to know your other scores, fine,” He Tian slumps back down onto
the couch, “But uh, spoiler alert; you passed everything.”
Through all the emotions and thoughts running through him, Red manages to ask,
“Can…can you send me those photos?”
He tian laughs again, now typing away on his phone. Red feels his own phone in
his pants pocket vibrate and he's suddenly aware that he’s no longer in a sour
mood. He becomes self aware of their dubious position on the couch and knows
that he’s now in the mood...for something else.
“So uh…” Red starts up shyly, sliding his hands down He Tian’s chest.
But then He Tian’s phone makes a noise, a rather lewd one at that. Red rolls
his eyes, knowing exactly what it is. A little while ago, He Tian had cut up a
bit of audio from their...well their sex tape, and made it his text message
notification sound. The small piece of audio, was of Red muffling one of his
many, many moans during their classroom dalliance. It’s an inappropriate sound
to use to say the least, but that’s why He Tian chose it. He loves the
reactions it gets from the people around him. It’s a soft enough sound for
people to not catch and if they do hear it, they would pretend that they
didn’t. It’s ridiculous, and it’s He Tian’s brand of humour.
Normally Red wouldn't think anything of He Tian receiving a text, he's a very
popular guy, of course people will text him, but when Red looks down at He Tian
and sees that his face has grown pale and serious, Red voices his curiosity,
“What's up?”
“I gotta go.”
“Huh?”
“I gotta go right now,” He Tian repeats himself, more urgently. He grabs hold
of Red’s hips and lifts him up, giving himself enough space to slide his legs
out from under him. Red stays kneeling on the couch, while he watches He Tian
get up and walk to the front door.
“Wait, what's going on?”
“Uh...some family situation just came up, can’t explain,” He Tian answers,
concentrating more on putting his shoes back on, “You can go home if you want.
Or clean up and take your pay.”
There’s no time for Red to process what’s going on before He Tian is walking
out the door. Then suddenly He Tian turns back to look at Red, his expression
completely unreadable, “Or don't clean up and still take your pay. Do whatever
you want, I don’t think I'll be back tonight.”
And just like that he was gone, with Red left by himself. What the fuck was
that?
The apartment is dead quiet and it suddenly feels colder and larger than
normal. It takes him a moment to realise that this is the first time he's been
alone in He Tian's apartment. He had once imagined that it would be exciting,
having free reign over this bratty rich boy's apartment. But the circumstances
of how he received this alone-time, has negated his enthusiasm. Instead he's
left with this awful feeling in his stomach and too many questions that he
can’t answer.
What type of family situation? Is someone in the hospital? Is his brother in
trouble? Red recalls that one time he had seen He Tian’s brother. A big scary
guy and Red wouldn't be surprised if he was the cause of the family situation.
Or maybe there is no family situation? Did He Tian make up the ‘family’
bullshit to cover up the truth? And what truth? Is He Tian the one in trouble?
With the law? With a criminal syndicate? Is he dealing drugs-
“Okay, stop,” Red says aloud, feeling a tad embarrassed with talking to
himself. But he needs to calm himself down. There’s no use in worrying over
something that would probably end up being nothing. There’s no use in worrying
over He Tian, he can take care of himself. And besides; it’s not like he’s
Red’s boyfri-
Red has to shake out of that train of thought too. There’s no point in thinking
about that. There’s no point in thinking about that, ever.
He rearranges himself on the couch, sitting cross-legged and wondering what he
should do next. Should I just go? He questions. He Tian did say he could leave
whenever, which is fine, but the truth is; Red doesn’t want to leave just yet.
He wants to see if He Tian comes back exclaiming things like ‘false alarm’ or
‘it wasn’t that big of a deal’. Red falls backwards to lie down on the couch,
hoping that everything will be alright.
He feels something weird brush up against his neck as he lays his head down on
the couch, something that doesn’t feel like the leather of the cushions. Red
lifts himself up onto his elbow, and verbally makes a ‘blegh’ sound at the
sight of what is lying underneath him. It’s the damned maid costume. He Tian
still has it lying around after two weeks of Red’s incessant refusals to wear
it. Red shakes his head and gets up, walking right by the costume and goes to
the kitchen.
When He Tian first showed him the frilly black and white maid outfit, he’d
thought it was some kind of joke. He Tian assured him he was totally serious
and it was not meant to demean him in anyway and that it was okay for him to
refuse. So Red did refuse. Every time He Tian has asked him Red would say no,
but he has never told the perverted bastard why.It’s not like Red is completely
opposed to dressing up in frills and tights, on the condition that no one will
ever see him dressed like that, it’s just that Red needs to keep He Tian’s wild
antics in check.
Red gives too much free-reign to He Tian, allows him to do things to him that
he had never thought he’d ever let anyone do to him. He lets He Tian fuck him
in empty classrooms, he lets He Tian blow him in public bathroom stalls, he
lets He Tian finger him while they watch their own sex tape, and now He Tian
wants him to wear a fucking maid costume…Like what next? Letting He Tian bind
and gag him!? No. Red had to put his foot down.
He enters the kitchen and heads straight for the fridge. Looking inside, Red
finds that there's enough leftovers for probably another day before he'd have
to throw them out if they went uneaten. So he decides to cook up some more
dinner to replace the leftovers. He takes a look around the kitchen and beyond
the counters into the dining and living room, and Red thinks to himself, hey
while I'm preparing dinner, why not give this place a really big clean-up? Now
that the school term is over, he's got time to kill and nowhere to be, so why
not go the extra mile in his job duties? Hopefully He Tian decides this is
worth extra pay.
So he starts with placing a pot of water on the stove, having decided on
cooking spaghetti for dinner. He Tian loves Italian food. Then moves onto
grabbing some equipment from the storage closet, vacuuming every floorboard,
tile and carpet area, spraying and wiping all the windows, mirrors and
counters, dusting every shelf and hard to reach places. Red was all over the
apartment, barely taking any breaks. He put the raw spaghetti into the now
boiling pot, defrosted the mince in the microwave and chopped up the garlic,
tomatoes and now the onions. He takes a moment to look at the clock on the
wall, and it reads 8:30 pm. He's been here by himself for over two hours now,
or to phrase it differently, He Tian has been gone for over two hours.
“It's fine,” Red tells himself, as he continues chopping the onions, his eyes
getting teary, “Everything's fine. He Tian is fine- and stop talking to
yourself.”
Another two hours have passed and Red has now had dinner, packed up the
leftovers, cleaned, dried and put away all the dishes and made He Tian’s bed.
He drops down on the couch, exhausted, unsure of what to do next and also
physically ignoring the maid costume lying beside him. One part of him wants to
leave, feeling like he's overstayed his welcome, and another part still wants
to stay, to wait and see if He Tian will come back. He compromises by deciding
that if He Tian doesn't return by midnight, then he'll leave.
With nothing better to do, he lies down, turns on the tv and watches whatever’s
on. It's very comfortable on the couch...so much so, that Red ends up falling
asleep. Which was not part of the plan. When he wakes up, groggy and
disorientated, he checks the time on his phone and it reads 3:15 am. Well shit.
Turning off the tv, Red gets up and switches on the ceiling lights, looking
around to see if He Tian came home while he was sleeping. Not in the kitchen,
in the bathroom, or in his bed. Red concludes that He Tian isn't home, nor is
he coming home. Wherever he is, it's not here with him.
Red puts on his shoes and school bag and then gives the apartment a long once-
over. He doesn’t understand how He Tian can live here all by himself, it’s so
big and quiet, Red had to constantly do something to fill up the overwhelming
void that this place creates when you’re alone. Or maybe he just feels weird
without He Tian here in it.
The softness Red was feeling for He Tian just now, completely vanishes when his
eyes zero-in on the fucking maid costume again, just hanging gracefully on the
arm of the couch. It’s taunting him. It’ll be there the next time he comes
over, and the next after that...waiting for him. It knows that Red wants to try
it on, and a little voice in Red’s head is whispering, ‘He Tian’s not here.
This is your chance.’
No.
Red profusely shakes his head and opens the front door. He steps out into the
hall and begins closing the door behind him. He’s almost free.
A deep growl of frustration escapes his mouth before he barges the door wide
open and yells out, “Stupid He Tian!”
He stomps back into the apartment and slams the door, “Stupid, perverted He
Tian!”
Kicking off his shoes, and throwing his bag away, Red heads straight for the
maid costume. He grabs the ensemble by the hanger and continues huffing and
puffing while he marches toward He Tian’s walk-in closet, “Stupid, perverted
bastard!”
Red doesn’t usually go into He Tian’s closet - that’s basically the size of
another bedroom - because it’s the one room He Tian can manage to maintain by
himself. He barely wears anything other than his school uniform and sweatpants.
Red has never seen him even touch the long line of custom-fitted suits and
drawers of ties, cufflinks and rolex watches. Who knows why He Tian even has
all that stuff. There’s still plenty of space in this cream coloured, soft
carpeted room, and the lighting creates a warm atmosphere. In this closet he
almost forgets that it’s 3:20 in the morning.
He places the hanger on the metal rack, along with all of He Tian’s suit
jackets. Red starts to undress himself, rather aggressively. He’s angry at He
Tian for having such a strong influence over him, and he’s angry at himself for
being weak to that influence. When he’s down to just his white briefs, he
begins to sort out the order of the ensemble, taking the white apron off and
setting it aside for last. Layer after layer, Red finds that tucked over the
lower bar of the hanger is a pair of black socks - no, thigh high stockings. He
puts them on first, thinking that putting on the dress first might constrict
him from being able to bend over. After a lot of struggling he succeeds in
putting them on and Red notes that they feel weird against his leg hair.
Moving onto the next piece; he buttons up the white shirt, all the way to the
top, where the frilly collar constricts his neck. On top of that he wiggles
into a white multi-layered skirt with detailed embroidery on the lower tips
that he had never noticed before. He tucks the white shirt into it and gives a
little turn of his hips, watching the light, puffy skirt sway with the
movement. Then he moves onto the black button-up one-piece. The fabric for this
outer layer was a little thicker, heavier, and the pleats down the lower half
were firm in their folds. Red is no expert on clothing, but he thinks it’s safe
to assume that He Tian did not order it from the cheap kinky websites. He lifts
it up over his head and pulls it down, fitting his arms through the short
sleeves and buttons up the chest. And of course the final touch; the white
apron, placing it onto his shoulders and tying a bow at his back. With the
outfit complete, he steps towards the full length mirror, looking at himself
for the first time.
He doesn’t know when, but at some point during him changing into the maid
uniform, his anger dissipated, and he’s left with nothing. He turns and spins
and bends, looking at all possible angles of himself, and he concludes; that he
looks good. He doesn’t hate it, but he also doesn't love it either. He doesn’t
know how he feels about it.
In the end, if Red were to ever wear this again, it would be for He Tian’s
benefit - given that he would have the guts to ever show him. Red pictures how
that situation would go down. Maybe in the distant, distant future, He Tian
would come home to his apartment and find Red laying on his bed in the maid
uniform, opening himself up with lube and his fingers. When Red would discover
that he is not alone, maybe he'd put on a sultry voice and ask, ‘I've
misbehaved. Are you going to punish me now, master?’
With just that thought, Red keels over onto the floor, curling into himself
from the overwhelming amount of cringe. He’s never been more embarrassed, his
face turning bright red and his stomach flipping over and over. No way, he
would never say something like that. Especially to He Tian.
“Stupid He Tian,” Red mumbles to himself, “He’s turned me into a goddamn
pervert.”
Eventually Red picks himself up from the floor, brushing down any wrinkles or
creases on the dress. He doesn’t pick up on the soft sounds of footsteps until
it’s too late, a new shadow appearing on the carpet before him. Red looks up.
At the entrance of the closet, stands He Tian, his eyes moving up and down Red
rapidly, taking the sight all in. His face quickly turning from cautious and
uncertain to pure unadulterated joy. And on the other end of the spectrum,
Red’s heart stops beating while panic and horror overcomes his entire body. He
can’t move, he can’t breathe, all that’s left inside his head is just one word;
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
In one moment, he can’t move a muscle, and then in the next, his body has taken
flight. He doesn’t know how he did it, but he manages to sprint right past the
beaming He Tian.
“Where are you going?!” He Tian shouts after him, the smile on his face clearly
heard through his voice. Red tries to make a run for the door, only to hear He
Tian again, not too far behind, “You going to leave dressed like that?!”
Shit, he’s right. Red changes direction, completely lost on where he should go
and what he should do. His pace slows down for only a second and that’s when He
Tian wraps his long arms around his waist, and tugs Red across the room and
down onto the bed, kicking and whining the entire way. As soon as he lands, Red
covers his face with both arms, not wanting to look at He Tian. He feels He
Tian place a leg between his own and traps Red down with the weight of his
body, “I kept it out in the hopes that you’d wear it.”
“I know,” Red mumbles, his words muffled by his arms.
“Didn’t think it’d actually work,” He Tian continues and Red doesn’t need to
look at him to know that his most devilish grin is plastered onto his face.
Red can do nothing more but continue pouting, “You weren’t supposed to see.”
He Tian readjusts himself on top of him, “Why not?”
“Oh god,” Red groans, choosing to focus on a more pressing matter, “I can feel
your dick getting hard against my leg!”
“It sure is. You’re really rocking the thigh high stockings, I gotta say.”
Red cries out, embarrassed all over again, “I want to die!”
“No need to be that dramatic,” He Tian laughs, now grabbing onto Red’s arms and
pulling them away from his face. Red doesn’t resist, it’s far too late for
that. So he opens his eyes to peek at He Tian’s smug face but instead he’s
surprised to see He Tian’s carefree smile, “You look fucking amazing.”
Red hates that his heart flutters at his sincerity, but then his attention
draws down to He Tian’s hands holding down Red's forearms by his chest, “What
happened to your hands?”
Red had been so panicked when he first saw He Tian that he didn't actually
notice the state that he was in; his disheveled hair, his dirtied and ripped
black shirt and the most alarming- his bloodied and bruised knuckles. He Tian
follows Red's eyes down to look at his hands and his face morphs into surprise
at the sight, “Oh.”
He continues looking down at them without another word, and Red gets the
distinct impression that He Tian is also wondering what happened to them. Like
his mind is going blank trying to recall the event. Eventually he answers,
“Family situation.”
Red rolls his eyes, well that's very fucking vague. He wants to ask for
specifics but then He Tian chuckles, “To be honest Red, once I saw you wearing
this, I completely forgot about...everything.”
Red blinks at the honesty, quickly turning his head away to try and hide the
blush that's spreading across his cheeks. He Tian just laughs again, “You're so
embarrassed.”
Then he leans down, pressing his forehead against Red's chest and takes in a
deep breath in and out, “Ok. I'll leave you alone to get changed.”
What? Red turns his head back to watch He Tian lift himself up, the heat
created between them disappearing. That's it? He's just going to let him go? He
Tian begins to turn away from the bed. Before his mind could think about what
it was doing, Red sits up and his hand reaches out for He Tian’s wrist and
grabs hold of it.
There's a long pause between them, both staring at their point of contact. He
Tian waiting to see what Red's next move will be, while Red is trying to figure
out what that move is. He is uncertain, and nervous, and absolutely
embarrassed, there is no doubt about that. But he's also curious and aroused
and annoyingly relieved to have He Tian back.
So Red makes his move. Spreading his legs wide apart, he pulls He Tian towards
him until he is standing in between them. He leans back down onto the bed with
He Tian following suit, and almost immediately feels the hard bulge from before
rub right up against his own. Red lifts his knees and his dress rides up to his
hips, revealing more thigh for He Tian’s viewing pleasure. He loops his arms
around, under his knees to keep his legs up, and connects his hands behind He
Tian's waist. Red doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants, still embarrassed
by all of this, but of course, He Tian manages to just somehow know. Red is
sent a jolt of pleasure when He Tian ruts down hard, his full weight pressing
against Red's crotch.
He Tian draws back while Red’s fingers close tightly onto the fabric of He
Tian’s shirt, making sure he doesn’t get too far away. He’s not sure if it was
him pulling He Tian in or if it was He Tian drawing close on his own, but
either way their mouths abruptly clamp together. Red closes his eyes at the
sensation, feeling the softness and warmth of He Tian’s kisses. He Tian was hot
and heavy on top of him, but his weight felt so good, pressing Red down just
right. When He Tian parts his lips with his tongue, the sudden shock of heat
and wetness leaves Red whimpering.
Without another thought, Red deepens the kiss, the sweet taste of He Tian’s
tongue making him lightheaded. His hands roam down He Tian’s back and under his
shirt. He Tian gasps at the touch, rolling his hips around faster. Red felt
himself getting harder, aching for more, bucking his hips up to feel the
friction.
“Oh god, Red,” He Tian speaks up roughly, throwing his head back at the
pleasure, “You're so...you’re so-”
“Shut up,” Red cuts in frantically, he doesn't need He Tian’s words to fan the
flames, he just needs to have He Tian’s mouth back on his. He pulls him back
in, their lips locking once again, only separating for short moments to
breathe. Red pants as he feels He Tian’s hand slide up his thigh to caress his
ass.
Red lifts his hips up automatically, groaning at the feel of He Tian’s rutting
against his front and his hand squeezing his behind. He doesn’t realise that it
was He Tian's intention to lift him from the mattress, until he's being scooped
up and carried further up the bed. Red lets out a gasp when He Tian drops him
down onto the pillows and he feels He Tian’s cock slot perfectly against his in
this new spot. Red no longer feels embarrassed in the maid uniform, his self-
consciousness had run out, so he let himself cry out loud and clear as He Tian
began to rut against him harder, fucking their cocks together through the
fabric of their clothes.
Red reaches down, tugging He Tian’s shirt up and up until He Tian has to pause
his grinding and pull off his shirt the rest of the way. They get back to it as
if nothing had happened, except this time, Red is digging his fingers into He
Tian’s back, to help him carry out his own side of the fucking. It certainly
has an effect on He Tian as he kisses Red roughly enough to draw out moans from
both of them. Their kisses are sloppy and hurried, drool leaking out from the
sides, shameless and debauched as their tongues move against each other. The
endless grinding grows faster, little mewling whimpers pouring out of Red’s
lips between kisses.
When they finally break from the kiss, a fine line of saliva connects them for
a few seconds before snapping apart. He Tian keeps up the thrusting of his
hips, staring fiercely at Red, his pupils blown. Red swallows hard, turning his
face away to avoid He Tian’s heated gaze. When He Tian dips his head back down,
he goes straight for Red's throat, at least the part not covered in a frilly
collar. He kisses him there hard, sucking harshly, mindlessly, Red writhing
underneath him.
When He Tian gets a taste for Red's skin, he always wants more, so it's no
surprise for Red to see him pull away from his throat and start unbuttoning his
shirt. What is a surprise is He Tian’s impatience, shocking Red as he lets out
a frustrated ‘fuck it’ before ripping the shirt apart with his bare hands.
That's hot, Red thinks to himself, not stopping to wonder whether he should be
concerned that that was a turn on for him.
 
He's not given much time to think anyway, before He Tian is sinking his teeth
into Red's more exposed neck. Red's reaction is explosive. He hisses in pain,
his toes curl on the mattress, his hips thrusting violently upward, followed
instantly by waves of gasps and groans. The bite turns into a kiss, He Tian
licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, while still rocking his hips back
and forth.
But He Tian isn’t finished yet, suddenly ripping at the black dress as well.
Red can hear the pop of the buttons as they come flying off. Spreading the
gaping dress and frilly shirt further apart, He Tian moves his mouth down and
rolls his tongue across one of his nipples. Holy shit, Red arches his back off
the bed, mouth falls open, eyes shut tight, blood pounding in his ears and he
can feel his underwear is damp with precome.
While He Tian was sucking at Red’s nipple, he slowed down his rutting to a
torturous speed. Red’s cock ached, craving more and more friction, he couldn’t
help burying his fingers into He Tian’s messy black hair and tugging him up
from his chest. Now with He Tian’s full attention, he pulls his face in close,
licking at his ear and whispers, “Faster.”
“Fuck…” He Tian trembles at the command.
Obeying without any hesitation, He Tian picks up his pace, his panting getting
harder as he rides Red impossibly fast through their clothes. Red feels the
heat shooting up his spine, pressing his hips up, trying to get even more
friction. Red was getting lost in the heat, crying out in pleasure. He feels
the fire pool in his stomach, getting closer to his peek. “Shit, I’m-” Red
gasps out, eyes squeezed shut, with his fingers clawing into He Tian’s back,
“I'm comi-”
He Tian shuts him up with his mouth, muffling Red's moans as his orgasm starts
hitting him hard. Red clings tight onto He Tian, tears in his eyes. He thrusts
up erratically, jerking out every last drop against He Tian.
He can feel He Tian panting into his mouth, grinding down his pulsing crotch,
and they both know he's not going to last much longer either. Red thinks about
reaching his hand down to stroke him, to give He Tian that one last push over
the edge. But before he can, He Tian tears his lips away from Red's, moaning
out a warning as he comes inside his pants. Red watches him, seeing the way his
eyelids squeeze shut, his shaky breath hitting his face, and suddenly Red feels
delirious and mushy.
When He Tian finally stills on top of Red, he lowers himself down and brings
their lips together. He kisses Red long and hard until Red is breathless again,
lips swollen under the assault. When they break for air, He Tian just stares at
him, Red's cheeks flushing at the attention. He Tian's normally grey eyes are
now so deep and black and all-consuming that Red has to look away.
With the moment gone, they soon come to their senses and start to feel the
uncomfortableness. Red feels wet and sticky- very, very sticky.
“Ugh, I feel so gross. I need to shower in some holy water or some shit like
that,” Red remarks with a disgusted face.
He Tian laughs, “Don't be so dramatic...but yeah it’s time for a shower.”
He holds out his hand for Red to grab and pulls him up from the bed. Neither of
them say a word as they walk towards the bathroom, feeling the stickiness
between their legs. It’s not until Red watches He Tian undress next to him that
he realises what’s happening, “Are we showering together?”
“Is that a problem?” He Tian questions, pulling down his pants and underwear
with it, “I’m no drama queen like you, but I also made a complete mess of
myself so-”
“It’s fine, whatever,” Red shrugs, waving off He Tian’s attitude, they’ve just
never showered together, that’s all.
He Tian goes to start the shower, having already gotten naked and while his
back is turned, Red takes a moment to look at him. There are red lines all over
his back which Red can safely assume they came from his fingers when He Tian
was on top of him, but there are other marks too. A lot of fresh bruises that
are in their early pink and red phase before they’ll turn purple tomorrow. Red
has been in fights, for most of his adolescent life, he knows how this goes.
Whatever He Tian went through tonight, it was violent.
Red takes off the last of his maid garments and joins him in the shower. It’s
none of Red’s business what He Tian went and did tonight, nor should he feel
concern over He Tian’s well-being. Asking personal questions does not fall into
their relationship agreement. And yet Red takes hold of He Tian’s right hand,
gently washing away the dried blood with his thumb and asks, “This family
situation...is it over?”
“What do you care?” He Tian snaps back coldly, and Red feels like he’s been
slapped in the face.
“I don’t,” Red lets go of his hand and steps away from him, the water barely
touching him now, “Forget I asked.”
The only sound between them is the shower head spraying down hot water, washing
away all that they had done ten minutes ago and Red can’t stand it. He goes to
step out of the shower when He Tian takes in a deep breath and sighs, his
shoulders loose and his head slumped down, “It's never over.”
“That’s depressing,” Red turns back.
“That’s family.”
Red scoffs and nods in agreement. He steps closer again, using his hands to
wash himself and they fall back into silence. This is fine, they don’t have to
talk about-
“Is your dad still…” He Tian starts before trailing off, uncertain of whether
he should finish that question. He looks away at the dark tiled walls,
regretting his words, which is a rare sight for Red to see.
“Yes,” Red answers softly, “He's still in prison.”
He Tian nods, looking down at the floor, “That must suck.”
“Yeah,” is all Red can respond with.
This is weird, they don’t talk about family. For a moment he thinks of adding;
‘I’ll definitely be letting him know about my 93 score in the Food Sciences
exam’ but he chooses against it, instead he lets their shared shower fall back
into silence, because...they’re not...they’re not supposed to talk about this
kind of stuff to each other, not supposed to have these conversations that go
deeper than the physical and the casual. This isn’t casual.
Very little is spoken for the rest of the night, well, early morning. They
don’t talk about where He Tian had been, or what Red had done to the apartment,
they don’t talk about the ruined maid costume still lying on the bathroom
floor, and they definitely don’t talk about Red crawling into bed with He Tian,
or He Tian drawing Red close to his chest, wrapping his arms around him before
they both fall silently asleep.
***** Bath Time *****
Chapter Summary
     some shit goes down and a bath is used to try and make it better but
     things don't go according to plan...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Up until today, He Tian’s school break had been a breeze. Spending his free
days chilling at home, playing video games, sucking dick and eating ass. Life
was good.
But then his other life had to come in and mess shit up.
He Tian thought his family’s syndicate had dealt with the gang uprising last
week, but today he found out that there were still a few stragglers who hadn't
learned their lesson yet. As he and Red were heading back to his apartment from
the nearest grocery store, they got cornered by a small group of thugs in a
secluded alley. He Tian recognized a couple of them from the previous week's
mayhem, so it's easy enough to assume that they recognized him right back.
In any other circumstance, He Tian would've been fine dealing with the drama of
his underground life leaking into his everyday one, but not on this occasion.
Because today, Red was with him.
If they had just stayed away from Red, left him out of the fight, they all
could've walked away from the alley without a broken bone. But they did. He
Tian barely remembers the fight, it all happened so quickly. In one moment he
was dropping his shopping bags onto the ground, and in the next he was towering
over the last guy still conscious enough to threaten. Red should not have seen
that side of him.
But what's done is done.
So now here they are, continuing their walk back to He Tian’s apartment, but
now with added pain and a tense atmosphere surrounding them.
“We're almost there,” He Tian tells Red in lowered voice, his poor attempt at
providing comfort. Red probably already knew that, he has walked to He Tian’s
apartment a million times, the route should be second nature to him by now.
They turn the corner and at the entrance of his building, He Tian sees the
doorman, whose name he can't seem to recall at this very moment. Yan
K...Ku...something. Whatever his name is, he finally turns his head towards
them and does a double take, recognizing the pair underneath their dirtied,
messed up appearances.
The doorman and other staff have learned over the years not to ask about the
random scrapes and bruises on their resident’s bodies, especially on the sons
of mafia bosses. But Red isn't a resident here, and so the doorman dares to
ask, “Red, are you alright? What happened?”
He Tian pauses, the doorman knows Guan Shan's nickname? When did they get so
familiar? But he concedes that yes, Red has been coming over for the better
half of the year, so of course they’ve talked. He turns back to look at Red,
who’s still looking at the ground and not saying a word. Well they must not be
too close if Red doesn’t even want to respond.
“Yeah, he will be,” He Tian answers instead.
“Do you need me to call-”
“No,” He Tian cuts in sharply and with a severe, authoritative tone, adds,
“We're fine.”
His tone wasn't as aggressive and threatening as the one he used against the
guys in the alleyway but it does the trick, the doorman ducks his head and
backs away to open the door for them. He keeps his head low as they walk past
him, he knows his place.
They soon enter the elevator and He Tian presses the button for his floor. The
reflection of the interior is so crisp that he can see everything around him.
So he spends that time looking at Red's quiet reflection. He wonders if Red is
afraid of him now, well at least more than he used to, trying to recall if he
had said or done anything during the confrontation that raised alarm bells in
Red’s head. His mind takes him back to the final moments of the fight, when he
pulled the last guy up from the ground by his shirt and growled, ‘If you, or
any your boys ever lay a hand on him again, I will rip you apart. Starting with
your eyeballs and ending with your fucking testicals’.
Yeah that could've shot up some red flags. He Tian wants to justify his
actions, to tell Red that he had to send them a message that actually got
through to their thick skulls. But he can tell Red really doesn’t feel like
listening right now.
The elevator opens to their floor and He Tian leads them to his door. Red lags
just that little bit behind, dragging his feet. When they enter his apartment,
He Tian realises that he doesn't know what to do now. He's never had to take
care of someone before.
He thinks back to when he was involved in his first real fight, at the tender
age of eleven years old. It was nothing like his sparring sessions with the
family bodyguards, who always went easy on him. These teenage boys were local
street urchins and he remembers them saying that they wanted to ‘mess up his
pretty face.’
Which they did. When he had returned home, crying and hurt, his mother had
taken him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. She started running a bath
while he undressed and when he was down to his underwear, she inspected his
body for any serious injuries. Finding none, she embraced him in a rare hug and
He Tian gladly accepted it. She then softly ordered him to take a bath, soak in
the hot water and wash away all the dirt and pain. She left the room and he did
what he was told. It didn't really take away the pain, but the hot water was
nice and it calmed him down close to an emotional numbness.
In retrospect, that probably wasn't the best way to take care of a child with
that type of physical and emotional trauma, but he doesn’t know any other way.
He's got no other experience of comfort and aftercare to apply in this
situation. So as much as he hates taking a lesson from his messed up family, he
decides to follow in his mother's steps and guide Red to his bathroom.
He turns on the taps to the massive, and expensive bathtub that he never uses,
and watches it start to fill up with hot water. The giant tub was worth its
expensive price, containing an inline heater that keeps the water warm for as
long as you like. He Tian looks back to see that Red hasn't made a move to
undress yet.
He Tian doesn't know what Red is thinking, nor does he know what he is feeling.
He can guess sure, maybe he feels disgraced, or scared, or maybe he really is
just numb to it all, it's hard to tell when Red isn't looking him in the eye.
He Tian has always found Red's eyes so communicative, being able to correctly
guess what it means when Red looks at him and when he's not looking at him. But
right now, Red's low gaze could mean so many things, that He Tian just doesn't
know what's going on inside Red's head.
He Tian walks over to Red, and starts taking his shirt off for him. Obediently,
Red raises his arms to help him pull it off the rest of the way. He Tian looks
at the bruises that have painted him purple all across his chest. While
distracted by Red's body, He Tian fails to notice Red reaching out and
unbuckling his belt for him until he's already sliding it off his pants. This
wasn’t part of the plan, his mother hadn't joined him in his bath. He doesn't
stop him though, letting Red unzip his pants and pull them down.
This is the first sign that Red is actually with him in the moment and not off
somewhere in his mind, going catatonic. He's still a functioning human and he
wants He Tian to join him in the bath, so He Tian will. The bath is big enough
for the both of them anyway.
Now completely naked, standing directly in front of each other, He Tian
completes one of the last parts of his mother's care process; inspecting Red's
body and asking, “Does it hurt anywhere really bad? Your ribs? Anything?”
It'd be stupid to ask if Red was in pain, he's bruised and bloodied, of course
he's in pain. But he wants to know if he needs to call his family's personal
doctor, which he really doesn’t want to do.
Thankfully, Red shakes his head and takes a step into the steaming hot water.
He Tian twists the taps off before joining him. And when he does, he
immediately feels awkward sitting in the tub with Red. It simultaneously feels
too childish and too intimate, which is quite a strange combination for an
atmosphere. He decides to push past his awkwardness and just get on with it,
grabbing one of the clean, dry flannels lying on one of the flat corners on the
tub. He wets the flannel and wipes his face clean with it, then passes it to
Red to do the same.
Just with that quick scrub, Red is already looking a bit better, wiping away
the dirt and dried blood. His face is still messed up, but at least it's
cleaner. They continue to clean themselves, soaking in the hot water until He
Tian moves himself up to sit on the built-in seat within the tub that raises
him a little higher but still has him placed in the water. He uses the flannel
to wash Red's back, making sure to drag it across his bruised skin gently.
Without warning, Red leans back, fitting himself between the curved edge of the
bathtub and He Tian’s side, leaning his head down onto He Tian’s ribcage.
They’ve reached the final stage of He Tian’s aftercare; silently drifting into
a tranquil state. Dropping the flannel into the water, He Tian tilts his head
back and closes his eyes, letting his mind wander. That is until he feels the
light press of Red’s lips on his skin.
He Tian opens his eyes and looks down to see Red slowly kissing his way down
his chest. Then one of Red’s hands lifts his soft cock up from the water and He
Tian gasps at the exposure. Before Red’s mouth gets close enough to its
destination, He Tian stops him by placing a hand underneath his chin.
“You don’t have to do that,” He Tian says calmly, reaching the conclusion that
Red must be doing this because he’s feeling some sort of gratefulness towards
He Tian for stopping those guys back in the alley, “You don’t owe me anything.”
Then finally Red looks up at him.
Oh fuck. He Tian had spent this entire time wanting Red to look him in the
eyes, but now that he is, He Tian wishes he wasn’t. Stop looking at me like
that.
Red stretches up towards him, and before He Tian knew it, the gap between them
had closed. He can feel the cut on Red’s lips, no doubt still sensitive for
him. The kisses are soft, and yet somehow, electric, the sensation running
through He Tian like a current, making him gasp and open his lips for more. And
Red gives it to him, his tongue sliding into He Tian’s mouth greedily, pushing
against his tongue, slow but forceful.
The hand that was gripping onto He Tian’s cock starts moving, slowly and with
just the right amount of pressure. He Tian had to break the kiss, tipping his
head back, eyes closed. What the fuck, how is this really happening right now?
He Tian is getting whiplash from the stark difference in settings he's just
been through. One minute he's in a cold and grimy alley fighting off some
thugs, and then in the next, he's surrounded by warmth, engulfed by Red's eager
touch. Sure, he planned the bath, but not this.
He Tian can't think straight with the way Red is lightly grazing his teeth
against his exposed neck, and the way Red’s strong yet shaky fingers work at
his cock. The torturous pace that Red has set is leaving He Tian's mind blank,
short-circuiting. He lets out a gasp when Red's thumb rubs softly over the tip
of his cock, drawing out a hint of precome leaking from the slit.
Red kisses his way down He Tian’s chest once more, resuming his hunched over
position, and takes He Tian into his mouth. He Tian exhales deeply, Red is all
tongue and heat, and amazing like always. He’s honestly surprised that Red can
even open his mouth that wide, with that bruise starting to purple on his jaw.
He knows Red is getting carried away, his mouth sinking just pass the top of
the bath’s water to deepthroat him. It doesn’t matter how many times Red has
blown him, the powerful feeling it draws from He Tian never lessens. He Tian’s
moans echo through the bathroom, his mind slowly melting at the way Red is
pleasuring him. He doesn’t jerk his hips up, he’d never do that to Red in the
sensitive state he’s in. Instead He Tian collects handfuls of water and drags
his hands across Red’s back, keeping him warm and wet.
It's not long before He Tian feels the heat grow in his stomach, Red's mouth
drawing him faster to an orgasm than anything else could. But then Red lifts
himself up, breathing heavily, “I want…”
It's the first words Red has spoken since the alley, his voice weak and
delicate. He wants..? He Tian waits for him to continue talking. Whatever it
is, He Tian won't hesitate to give it to him. But Red doesn’t continue, his
voice failing him, instead he takes He Tian’s hand and leads it down under the
water, to the inner curve of his ass.
Oh, He Tian knows what Red wants...and hesitates. This is something that he
needs to think about, something that they should be spending time talking
about. This is not something that should happen impulsively and without
planning.
This bath was not going as he planned, it was supposed to numb Red's emotions,
not strengthen them. What Red wants is unsafe and it would be uncomfortable
and...it would be intense. The heat rising from the water, combined with the
dim lighting of the bathroom, has created an atmosphere opposite to that of the
calm, subdued one that he wanted. Instead he feels passion and desire rising
all around him. And that scares him.
Red is laying his emotions bare, and a voice inside He Tian is telling him to
break this heavy mood, to not give Red what he wants. So that Red will stop
looking at him with those vulnerable, frenzied eyes.
But those eyes are He Tian’s downfall, they're pleading, begging, and his
willpower is nothing but weak against them.
He Tian pushes Red away, guiding him to turn around, and Red moves with him
with no resistance, now on his knees and leaning against the tub’s edge in the
opposite direction. He Tian makes a compromise with himself- this is as far as
you will take it. No more than this. He lowers himself down from the bath seat
and kneels behind Red. A soft sigh escapes Red's lips when He Tian takes his
ass in his hands, spreading his cheeks apart. He leans down, his face so close
to Red's ass he can feel the heat of Red's skin radiate onto him.
You will not go further than this, he vows to himself before stretching out his
tongue and pressing it against Red's entrance. To which Red lets out a broken
gasp, grappling for purchase on the tub’s edge, his arms soapy and slippery. He
Tian laps his tongue in circles around the rim, then long, wide strokes over
the sensitive skin over and over. He pulls back for a moment to spit a thick
streak of saliva onto the rim, helping to loosen the hole before he starts
working his thumb into it. Red drops his head with a soft groan, eagerly
pushing backwards for more. He Tian’s thumb and tongue work in conjunction to
open him up, taking this slow and careful, making sure to not cause Red any
further pain.
With his other hand, He Tian reaches down and grasps onto Red’s cock between
his legs, pulling it a little towards him. Red's thighs tremble at the touch,
his body barely able to handle the onslaught from He Tian’s mouth and now his
hands. But it's not until He Tian switches his thumb out for his much longer
index finger, does Red toss his head back and gasps loudly, writhing his hips
around for a more.
Before adding another finger, He Tian keeps rolling his tongue over his rim and
curls his index inside of him, pushing and rubbing and stretching Red open.
While simultaneously ignoring his own aching erection and how it's not losing
any of its stiffness since Red took his mouth off it. Giving Red pleasure has
always given He Tian pleasure, so he's more than willing to make this entirely
about Red. He pulls his finger out completely, and returns with two, prodding
and easing both inside gently. But he pulls back at the sound of Red freezing
up, hissing and cursing at the feeling of two fingers.
“No,” Red breathes out, “Don’t stop.”
He Tian hesitates for a moment, keeping watch of Red’s back, the calm rise and
fall of his breathing, and then lowers his head to spit at Red's entrance and
gently pushes his two fingers inside. After that, He Tian falls into a rough
but steady rhythm, thrusting his fingers in down to the last knuckle, and then
back out to his fingertips. All the while, Red was taking it very well,
relaxing around his fingers and slowly drawing his hips back and forth, swaying
the bath water gently as he moved.
He Tian understands that Red’s restlessness is his way of asking for more, but
he decides to stroke Red’s cock harder and add more spit and tongue to his
hole, working his two fingers further inside, pulling Red apart and massaging
him deep. It doesn’t take much longer for He Tian to find the spot that makes
Red suck in a sharp breath and arch his back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Red keens, gripping the tub and repeating the word until it
dies down into another weak moan when He Tian hits that same sensitive spot. He
Tian starts moving his hands faster, encouraged by the sounds coming out of
Red’s mouth, grateful that he’s breaking away from that statue-like state he
has been in since the alley.
It’s only when He Tian’s fingers slide smoothly and effortlessly into Red, does
he decide to add a third finger. Red is so open now that He Tian doubts it’s
giving him more than a light burning pain at the bigger stretch. He Tian
quickly starts working his three fingers, curling and pressing them deep
inside, pressing his forehead down onto Red’s lowerback, intoxicated by the
feeling of Red’s ass clamping down on his fingers, pulling him in. He closes
his eyes, and he tries his hardest to not picture his cock replacing his
fingers, but it was nearly impossible for him not to imagine at this point.
His skin itches, vibrating with anticipation, and the thrum of his arousal is
heavy, and painful but he needs to keep it unsated. His fingers kept sliding in
and his groans were lodging themselves in his throat, resisting, resisting,
resisting. He hears Red’s begging, his whines, the please’s and the more’s and
He Tian is trying so fucking hard to give Red what he wants, without giving him
what he wants. What they both want.
Red reaches back and grabs He Tian's wrist, pulling his fingers out of him.
He’s must have caught on that He Tian was planning to get him off with just his
hands.
“That's enough,” Red groans, breathing heavy, “I'm ready. Do it.”
No, He Tian keeps his head down on Red's back, shaking it left and right in
refusal, not just for Red but for himself. He swore he wouldn’t, he told
himself he couldn’t...but Red is asking for it.
“I can’t,” He Tian finally responds, his voice deep and rough, a true sign that
he’s just as affected by the situation as Red is, “It’s not safe.”
“I don’t care.”
He Tian huffs out a pathetic laugh and lifts his head up, how can Red say that
so easily.Now kneeling upright, He Tian dares to look down at Red, who’s
looking right back at him, the way he was when he first looked up at him. He
Tian wants to ask, ‘what has gotten into you?’ but he keeps his mouth shut.
Deep down he already knows the answer but he can’t bare to bring it up to the
surface. He shouldn’t give in to this. He is aching for Red, he wants to be
inside him so badly but he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t.
“Please.”
Any hopes of resisting dies when Red arches himself up, on filthy display and
lifts his arm up and over, pulling He Tian closer to him by the back of his
neck. With his chest completely pressed against Red’s back, He Tian can feel
his erection getting squished by the soft cheeks of Red’s ass. There was one
sliver of resistance left in He Tian and it was swiftly taken away when Red
tilts his head right and whispers into He Tian’s ear, “Please, fuck me.”
He Tian was doomed, his fate sealed. All self-control he had left was
completely and utterly shattered. He let out a guttural growl, equally
frustrated and aroused, “Just this once okay?"
Red nods and slowly leans back down, his head pressed down onto his folded
forearms, ready and impatiently waiting. He Tian ground his dick in between
Red's ass cheeks, sliding it up and down the crack, he feels his heart pound
painfully in his chest, reminding him that this was all real. That without
anything left to restrain him, this was really about to happen. Red, kneeling
and bent over in front of him- pleading for him to put his bare, wet cock
inside of him.
Breaking his vow, He Tian holds his breath, chest tight with tension, and
finally pushes his cock past the rim and into the tight, all-consuming warmth
of Red's insides. He kept going, his mouth hung open, as he slid in deeper and
deeper. He would have cried out, as overwhelming at it was, but he seems to
have forgotten how to breathe.
Red, on the other hand, couldn't help but make a sound, not even trying to hold
any of it back. It started out as a moan, as he felt the rough ache of He
Tian’s cock entering him, long and drawn-out. Then the further He Tian pushed
in, the more Red's moaning stuttered and broke, turning into high pitched
whining.
When He Tian reaches as far inside as he can, his eyes lock onto their point of
connection, affected by the way Red's ass welcomes him in, enveloping him in
impossibly tight heat. It shouldn't feel this good, this perfect. And yet here
he is, slotting inside of Red's body like it was made just for him.
So tight and slick, without the barrier of a condom he feels the raw
sensitivity of skin against skin and it's electrifying. He looks towards Red's
lowered head, his back shaking, his heavy breathing and He Tian knows that this
intensely raw sensation is having just as much as an effect on him as it is on
He Tian. They're joined in that moment, having a shared ‘first time’.
He Tian manages to let out a heavy sigh, finally remembering how to breathe.
Trying his best to get used to the pressure surrounding his cock, bracing his
hands tightly onto Red’s waist, but he can barely keep himself from collapsing.
He just needed a long moment to breathe, he needed to get control over himself
and dampen the urge to come inside Red right then and there. He shifts his hips
only a fraction, and just that tiny movement is enough to send waves of immense
pleasure through them both. Red reaches a hand back behind him blindly,
grabbing hold of He Tian’s wrist.
“Move,” Red whispers, aching and desperate, “You h-have to start moving.”
They both ached for friction, but He Tian fears that the flood building up
inside him will release before he even gets a chance to build a rhythm. There
was no chance for a slow and gentle fuck, not when the tension between them was
this tangible, so desperate to be unravelled and satisfied. But in that moment,
he just couldn't muster the strength to move.
“I can't,” He Tian manages to pant out, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw
with frustration, “If I move...I won't last long.”
He Tian was too close to coming to feel embarrassed by his confession. He could
feel it all happening inside him, it wouldn't take much to do it, a stroke, a
thrust and he would be over the edge.
“I don't fucking care,” Red shouts in frustration. He Tian opens his eyes to
see Red’s head turned back, watching him. Red's eyes were intense and blown,
looking at He Tian with a steady gaze, so sure of what he wants, of what he
wants from He Tian. He can feel the lust in Red's gaze burning into him,
fuelling the fire.
“Just. Fuck. Me,” Red orders, completely over all this talking.
He Tian pulls out, every inch causing an exponential amount of nerves to heat
up inside him, not one movement is unfeeling. When it's just his tip still
inside, he launches forward, thrusting in with quick force and they both lose
their ability to breathe again. The pressure, the sensitivity, the pulsing
heat. Just one stroke is leaving them delirious, trembling all over, as if in
that one second time span they each ran a marathon.
“Are you...” He Tian starts, out of breath. It's hard to form words with his
mouth, hard to function when his whole body is burning from the inside out,
“Are...you okay? Does it...h-”
“I'm good,” Red croaks between his own wrecked heavy breathing, “Just k-keep
going.”
He Tian starts the motions again, rocking his hips, feeling overwhelmed by the
way his cock slides in and out so easily, how he perfectly fits inside Red.
While he tries to get into a rhythm, he hears Red's shaky sigh, followed by
gentle, dazed words of encouragement. The water begins to swish and swirl
around them more, the little clapping sounds of water colliding with the bath
sides and the little splashes of water tipping over the edge and hitting the
tiled floor. As He Tian’s pace begins to quicken, so does Red's writhing
around, a few bottles along the ledge tip over onto the floor and some into the
tub when Red stretches his arms out, trying to hold onto any part of the tub
that will support him. Neither of them cared enough to give the mess they were
making a second glance.
He Tian knows he's hit that deep spot inside Red when he lets out a strangled
cry, his voice ringing loud and clear in the echoey bathroom. The sounds coming
out of Red causes He Tian to thrust harder and faster, pushing him closer to
the edge by the second. Red turns his head back again to look at He Tian
through half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed, and He Tian’s blood stirs at the
sight.
He lets go of Red's hips to lean forward and place his hands on the bath’s edge
on either side of Red, desperate for a kiss, and Red gives it to him. Their
kisses are sloppy and rushed, with more tongue than usual, but that's okay,
it's more than okay. They only separate when the angle becomes too difficult
for Red and he has to turn his head back around to the front. He Tian returns
to focusing on his thrusts, grinding his hips down harsh as if he could reach
deeper. He did it again, and again, and again, ignoring the splashes and wet
mess he was making on the floor, while also ignoring the growing heat pooling
in his stomach. He focused only on Red and his perfect ass taking in his cock
so well, breathing out frayed whispers against the curve of Red's neck.
Then He Tian feels something warm and heavy touch his hand.
Through his haze, he looks down to see that Red had placed his hand on top his
own, his fingers curling down between the spaces of He Tian’s fingers,
interlocking them. Just from that tiny, intimate touch, He Tian felt the
tingling sensation of his orgasm shoot up and he knew he couldn’t hold on any
longer. He snatched his hand away from Red’s grasp, hurriedly pulls out of him
and strokes his cock, only needing to do it once before he finally releases
with a harsh moan. His cum streaks over Red’s ass and back, emptying himself
until he's left delirious and panting erratically. For a moment he watches the
fluid slide down the cleft of Red's ass, before stopping the flow from dripping
over his hole, he’s not going to dirty Red anymore than he already has.
 
“I-” He Tian doesn’t know what he was going to say, but it ceases to matter the
moment Red shoves him back, turning around to kiss him with enough force that
they fall back down, their lips locking even as they sink below the water. When
they rise back up, Red’s aggressiveness does not waver for a moment, climbing
onto He Tian’s lap and straddling him, hungrily driving his tongue down He
Tian’s mouth, biting his lip hard and threading his fingers into his wet hair,
rocking his hips forward until He Tian has to use both of his hands to pull Red
off him by the chest.
Red barely registers the weak resistance from He Tian, grabbing hold of his
wrist and guiding it down to his own stiff, leaking cock, only releasing it
when He Tian wraps his hand around him and starts stroking vigorously. Red
whines long and loud, gasping right into his face as his hips rut slightly
against him to help him reach his own climax.
He is looking right at him and He Tian can feel his heavy breathing against his
face. He Tian looks at Red’s injuries from the fight, all of the cuts and
bruises that mark his face; the split lip, the cut across the ridge of his
nose, the purpling bruise on his jaw and the swollen eyelids. The damage is
clear and probably won’t fade away for a while, but it doesn’t stop He Tian
from admiring how beautiful Red still is. He Tian is well and truly
overwhelmed, trapped between the curved edge of the bathtub and the all-
consuming fire that is Mo Guan Shan.
A strange fear comes over He Tian. Are you afraid of Red? He asks himself.
No...just afraid of what’s giving Red the ability to overpower him so easily.
“Please, f-fuck-!” Red cries out, tilting his head back and moaning when his
orgasm finally hits him, arching his back up before quickly dropping back down,
his strength and ferocity dissolving just like that. He presses his forehead
against He Tian’s shoulder and stays there for a while, trying to catch his
breath. Slowly, Red rolls off his lap and naturally slides himself against He
Tian’s side, sated and comfortable with their closeness. He Tian glides his
hand up and down Red's back, washing away the remnants of his orgasm, and he
sees the corners of Red’s mouth curl into a small, content smile, laying his
head to rest between He Tian’s neck and shoulder. It’s a rare sight to behold,
to see Red so soft and pliant, so willingly defenseless.
For a brief moment, everything is calm and quiet, the tranquil atmosphere that
he wanted. But it’s not long before the haze of his orgasm dissipates and He
Tian’s mind is flooded with panic and shame. Unprotected sex is bad
enough...but in a bath? He shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve stopped. Even
if it was Red who was asking for it, he should've said no, he should’ve
protested harder. But he didn’t. How could he resist when Red was looking at
him like that? When it could affect his sexual health, He Tian answers himself.
Shit, now consumed with self hatred, He Tian speaks up, “Stay over tonight.”
“Okay,” Red replies too easily.
“...Tomorrow,” He Tian adds, choosing his words carefully, “I’ll take us to a
clinic.”
There is a noticeable pause between He Tian’s statement and Red’s next
response, “Why?”
“You know why.”
“Just because you didn't use a condom once?”
“That's all it takes,” He Tian answers, now nervous at the sound of Red’s voice
deepening, a sign He Tian knows means that he’s getting aggravated, “Something
could’ve been transferred or... I don’t know, I’m not the biggest expert here,
but I’d rather we be safe than sorry.”
“Transferred…” Red mumbles, considering He Tian’s words. Then he sits up and
moves away from He Tian to look at him, “Are you worried that you’ve caught
something from me or that I’ve caught something from you?”
He Tian doesn’t understand what Red is getting at, so he’s left to dumbly ask,
“Huh?”
“I haven’t-” Red cuts himself off, hesitating. His brow furrows, contemplating
what he wants to say, “I haven’t been fucking anyone else.”
He Tian’s heart stops, oh god, please not this, “Oh.”
He ignores the way his insides start to rise in temperature, his brain now a
burning inferno. Red isn't seeing anyone else. It’s now a confirmed fact
between them. Red looks down at the water, his voice barely audible, “Have
you?”
“Have I what?” He Tian asks right back, his tone harsh and sharp. He wants Red
to back out, to cower away from the question, to say ‘nevermind, forget I
asked’ and they never speak of this again. It’s a warning, a plea, crying out
to Red to please don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask-
Red looks up at him, his voice clear, “Have you been fucking other guys?”
And there it is. A question that he’s been dreading to answer, a question that
he’s not ready to answer. And it’s not even the question itself that he’s been
avoiding, it’s what the answer will confirm; their exclusivity. It’s a topic
they’ve been actively ignoring. A conversation that goes beyond what it means
for Red to be spending night after night in He Tian’s bed. If He Tian confirms
that their relationship is monogamous, then…nope. He can’t handle it.
“Yeah,” He Tian says, “I have.”
As soon as the words leave his lips, he regrets them. He just needed to break
the mood, to snap Red out of his honest, emotional state of mind. He’s not sure
what he wanted Red’s reaction to be, but he doesn’t enjoy seeing Red look down
at the water again, a small smile growing on his face that doesn’t reach his
eyes, “Right...ok then. We’ll go to a clinic tomorrow.”
A silence, chilly and stiff, falls between them and He Tian wants to make it
better somehow, “Red-”
“-The bath is getting cold,” Red cuts in, shooting up to his feet and stepping
out of the bath. He Tian knows that’s not true, but he lets him keep that
excuse.
“Yeah,” he responds weakly, staying in the bath until Red grabs his towel and
clothes from the floor and walks out. He stays in the bath until his regret and
self-hatred simmers down to an emotional numbness, just like his mother taught
him.
Chapter End Notes
     EDIT: some people have gotten a little confused so I'll just quickly
     clarify: he tian was lying when he said he was seeing other people.
     he's just with red but he doesn't want to admit that.
     In this chapter i’ve used barebacking as a plot point but i want it
     to be known that I don’t condone it irl. use a condom every time kids
     ✌️
***** After the Clinic *****
Chapter Summary
     Red is an emotional mess.
As He Tian drives them back in one of his normal, inconspicuous cars, Red just
looks out the window with no desire to even glance at him. But unlike the ride
to the clinic, his cold shoulder is now for a different reason than before.
Last night he was led to believe that He Tian was seeing other people, which
did not sit well with him, but as it turns out; while they were at the clinic
he discovered that He Tian was lying to him. A revelation that his mind is
still reeling over.
This came about when it was his turn with the free health clinic doctor. After
some tests, the doctor began asking questions; first about how sexually active
he is, how many people he's been with in the past year, and then how often he
uses protection. It was embarrassing for him to answer, and even though she was
kind and reassuring, he felt uncomfortable knowing that she knew he...wasn't
straight. A secret that he's not ready to make public.
She really didn't seem bothered by the fact at all, and with the way she
greeted He Tian with familiarity and a pat on the back, it seemed like she's
definitely a supporter of the community. Or maybe she just knows He Tian. When
she finished with her questions and was busy jotting down messy doctors notes
on her clipboard, he felt the urge to ask about their relationship. So he shyly
asked, ‘You seem really familiar with the guy that was in here before me.’
‘Who- Oh He Tian? Yes, he used to come here a lot. First because he just had a
lot of questions and then every time he started seeing someone new.’
Red nodded in understanding and looked down at the floor. He was already very
much aware of He Tian’s sexual promiscuity.
But then she went and threw him through a loop when she added, ‘Haven't seen
him all year.’
He looked up at her, ‘Huh?’
She smiled at him, missing his confused expression, ‘I must say I'm very happy
he's over that wild phase of his. I'm not judging his decisions in the past,
but life is a lot simpler and safer when you share it with only one person.’
Her words still didn't make sense to him, ‘Huh?’
‘The word is pardon, dear.’
‘Sorry. I'm just confused. Why hasn't he been here all year?’
She gave him a long look and lowered her clipboard, ‘Well because he thought he
didn't need to come and get checked, because he's just been with you. That
certainly lowers one's chances of catching something, but I'd still recommend
coming into the clinic at least once a month for a checkup, regardless of the
number of partners.’
Red’s mind raced, soared, he needed to get this clear, ‘He Tian...he- that's
what he said? Only me? All year?’
‘Yes...’ she answered softly and looked very confused herself, ‘Sorry was that
a secret? Did you not know?’
Red shook his head, his heart pounded loud and fast in his chest, his breath
short and stammered. A singular joyous thought ran through his head, He Tian
isn't seeing anyone else.
The doctor asked some more questions, concerned that she revealed something
that should've remained confidential. He got up from the chair and told her not
to worry about it. Relieved, she informed him that the results would be with
them soon, but she was quite certain they would be clean. He felt good about
the news and thanked her. But the good feeling did not last long, quickly
disappearing when he saw He Tian sitting in the waiting room.
He asked himself; why would He Tian lie to him about that? What did He Tian
gain from telling him that he's been seeing other people, even though he
hasn't? Did he seriously want Red to keep thinking that he was some kind of
playboy? That what he’s been doing with Red all year has meant nothing to him?
Oh, Red’s heart dropped, that's the answer.
He lied because he didn't want to admit that Red was important to him. From
what the doctor implied, He Tian used to hook up with heaps and heaps of guys,
but not anymore. Red has been with He Tian for six months now, and that's
considered a significant amount of time with just one person. If they had a
normal relationship they would've celebrated reaching that six month milestone.
But they didn't because this is not a normal relationship. They're not dating,
He Tian is not his boyfriend, and even more so; He Tian doesn't even like to
refer to their relationship as a relationship. Red sat down a few chairs away
from He Tian and waited until they were handed their results. And of course,
they were both entirely clean. Great. All this trouble for nothing.
So now here they are, driving into the garage of He Tian’s apartment building,
silent as the grave.
Red will admit that he is to blame for this cold atmosphere. He didn't have to
ask He Tian that question, and he could tell He Tian didn't want him to ask it.
But he did anyway, because that night his emotions were in a heightened state,
vulnerable and out in the open. There was no filter, no little voice in his
head to tell him to stop wanting He Tian, to stop showing how much he wanted He
Tian. He shouldn’t have pushed him to fuck him without a condom, but he
couldn't help it, he wanted He Tian inside him, he wanted to be bonded with him
that night, truly and completely connected. Looking back, he was definitely
being over-dramatic.
But the way He Tian had taken care of him...treated him like some kind of
delicate flower...was really something. If it was anyone else trying to take
care of him after that fight, he would've been snappy and aggressive, spitting
words out like ‘fuck you, I don't need your pity. I can take care of myself.’
And hell, he probably would've acted that way with He Tian too, if this had
happened back when they were nothing more than passing acquaintances. But with
the He Tian that he knew now, the one that Red has been spending all of his
time with, he let that He Tian pull him up from the floor of the alley and he
let that He Tian take off his clothes and soothe his sore body in the depth of
a warm, comforting bath. Red had never felt so...cared for. It was
overwhelming.
And that's why he asked that question. He thought they were on the same page.
Back in the alley, when he saw He Tian pick up that last guy from the floor,
and ordered him and his gang to never touch Red again, it suddenly became clear
to him; Oh...I love him. And he loves me too.
But apparently not.
They take the lift all the way up to He Tian's floor and enter his loft. The
mid-morning sun was shining nice and brightly outside, subtly illuminating
almost everything in sight. When Red took off his shoes, he could feel the
sun's warmth on the floorboards seep through his socks and he suddenly
remembers when they had fucked on these floorboards. It was around this time of
day, his naked back grew hot against the floor and the sun was in his eyes. But
it remains a pleasant memory for him, because of He Tian. The way he touched
him, caressed him, kissed him all over - Red didn't want to admit it to
himself, back when he was still in denial about his own feelings, but looking
back at it now, he thought he felt He Tian's love and care that day as well.
Just like in the bath last night, he thought that what they were doing was not
fucking - but making love, as fucking cheesy and gross as that sounds.
Looking at the floorboards now, and then the rest of He Tian’s apartment, he
suddenly felt out of place. Like he no longer belonged there, or like he just
realized he never did.
Red walks around to the kitchen, with He Tian lagging far behind. He opens the
fridge to see its full contents.
“There's plenty of leftovers,” He states lowly, the apartment so quiet he
doesn’t need to speak up. He closes the fridge and turns to look at the
apartment again, “And the place is still pretty clean.”
In his peripheral vision he sees He Tian lean against the kitchen counter with
his arms crossed over his chest, “So uh...I think I'm just going to go.”
“Okay,” He Tian responds softly. Red has never heard him sound so small before.
He walks past him and starts collecting his things around the apartment,
there's not much but they're there. His phone and wallet, his toothbrush, and
any shirts or pants he's left behind before, he now stuffs in his backpack. He
didn't root himself into this apartment and make it his own. He really was just
a guest, a maid, a bed warmer. Nothing more.
He Tian walks over to him as he zips up his bag and pulls out an envelope. Red
pauses, staring blankly at it for a moment before taking it and looking inside.
To his complete lack of surprise, it contains a large amount of cash.
“I haven't paid you all week.”
Right. He had forgotten that He Tian hasn't been paying him. They had been
spending so much time together over the school break that Red hasn't really
been keeping track of how much He Tian owes him. He accepts the money and
stuffs it in his bag, not caring if it's too much or too little right now. But
nonetheless, it makes him feel shittier than he already does, reminding him
that what they had together was business, with a little bit of pleasure on the
side - not the other way around.
He walks away, heading to the door, when suddenly one of He Tian's hands wraps
around his wrist and stops him in his tracks. Red turns his head to look down
at it, the hand shaky and tight, almost hurting him but not quite. He looks up,
trying not to give any emotions away, “What?”
“I-” He Tian starts, his mouth agape, trying to find the right words.
His deep black eyes are pouring into him and Red’s pulse is racing. Come on,
Red pleads; Tell me the truth.
Say it.
Please.
He Tian’s grip loosens and then let's go, “See you at school.”
And that's it. They stand there together in silence until Red's body finally
remembers how to move and leaves the apartment without another word.
The walk to the elevator feels so far away, with the way his heavy feet drag
across the hallway carpet. He stops and looks down at his feet, realising that
he forgot to put his shoes on before he left. He presses the button for the
elevator, deciding it's not worth the humiliation to go back and get them.
The doors open and Red steps in, quickly pressing the button for the ground
floor. He clenches his fist tight around the handle of his bag in his hand.
This is the right thing to do, he assures himself, leave before things get too
complicated. He looks down at the pattern on the hallway’s carpet for what will
probably be the last time.
The elevator door is almost completely closed when a hand reaches in and blocks
it, reopening them. Red looks up at a slightly breathless He Tian, who extends
his hand out to Red, which are holding his shoes, “You left them behind.”
Red doesn’t take them, his mind too busy racing through the many possible
reasons why He Tian would run to give them back to him. But then one, loud
resounding thought collapses everything; fuck it.
Red steps out of the elevator and grabs He Tian’s shirt, pushing him back until
he slams against the hallway wall. He doesn’t give He Tian a chance to speak,
pulling down on his shirt and closing the gap between them with a rough kiss.
Fuck trying to stop it from getting complicated, it already is. He bites and
sucks, forcing He Tian’s mouth open with his tongue. It takes a moment for He
Tian to gather himself and start reciprocating, rolling his tongue against
Red's.
Red wants to keep going with He Tian. It's stupid and irrational, but fuck it,
he doesn't want what they have to end. Who cares that He Tian doesn't want to
be in an official relationship? Who cares that He Tian's not being completely
honest with him?
He Tian pulls back to speak but Red is having none of that, curling his fingers
into He Tian’s hair and harshly tugging it back, exposing his bare neck to
Red's mouth. As Red kisses his way down his neck, he hears He Tian’s breathy
moan escape and feels the vibrations against his lips.
And what does Red care anyway? Does he want to be in a relationship? Knowing
that he's in love with He Tian is one thing, but actually pursuing him? Going
on dates? Holding hands? Meeting his parents? Red couldn’t give a shit about
all that stuff.
So fuck it, he is not going to let their ‘whatever the fuck this is’
relationship end today.
He Tian speaks up again, “I thought-”
“Shut up,” Red steps away and grabs He Tian's hand, briskly walking them back
to the apartment, “No more thinking.”
As soon as Red shuts the door behind them, he resumes his heated and harsh
kisses along He Tian’s neck and jaw. He drops his bag and tugs his shoes out He
Tian’s hand, letting them join his bag on the floor. He slips his hands under
He Tian’s shirt to hold onto his waist and then starts stepping forward, making
He Tian walk backwards to get them closer to the bed.
They break apart when He Tian’s legs hit the edge of the bed, and Red steps
away, “Take off your clothes.”
He Tian does what he's told, pulling off his shirt, then shoving his hands
under the waistband of his pants and underwear to pull them down in one swift
motion. God, if past me could see me now, ordering He Tian around, who would
have thought that'd ever happen. Red walks over to the bedside table and grabs
the bottle of lube. When he returns, he pushes He Tian down to sit on the bed,
but it doesn’t take much force, He Tian was probably expecting it, wanting it.
Red stares down at He Tian’s growing arousal as he takes that moment to take
off his own clothes, enjoying the awareness that He Tian is watching his every
move.
Now completely naked, Red sinks down to his knees onto the warm, hard floor
between He Tian’s legs, and squeezes some of the lube onto his fingers.
With zero hesitation, Red reaches back and pushes a finger into his own ass.
His mouth exhales hot and short breaths, greatly affected by the sensation of
his finger opening him up.
“Holy shit,” He Tian murmurs.
Red doesn’t look up to see He Tian’s expression, instead he lowers his head and
closes his lips around the top of He Tian's half hard cock. He wastes no time
dragging his tongue up and down He Tian’s length, feeling how quickly He Tian
is growing harder at every lick and suck from his mouth.
Red can’t help but join in with He Tian’s moaning when he slips a second finger
inside himself, while he carries on working his mouth around He Tian’s
throbbing cock. The bedroom is filled with the wet sounds Red makes around He
Tian's cock and the soft gasps from He Tian.
Red finally takes a moment to look up at him, which he regrets instantly, his
heart rising up to his throat. He Tian is looking down at him with an
expression filled with lust, bordering on a type of awe. The look twinges at
Red’s heart so he swiftly averts his eyes and focuses on the task at hand,
feeling the slide of He Tian’s cock, hot and heavy in his mouth, trying to
relax his throat. All the while He Tian strokes his hand through Red's hair,
threading his fingers through the short cropped strands. It's gentle and
soothing and so fucking annoying. He furrows his brow, hating how He Tian’s
tenderness is trying to melt away his 'fuck it’ mentality, to make him start
over-thinking He Tian's true feelings again. Well it's not going to work
asshole.
He forces his own head down, letting He Tian’s cock hit the back of his throat,
almost gagging. It hurts, but he does it again and again, because he wants it
to hurt, he wants to be sore and wrecked, to distract himself from the
confusion in his mind and the pain inside his chest. He only slows down his
motions when he finally slips a third finger inside himself, groaning at the
fullness and the stretch.
When he finally considers himself open and ready enough, Red removes his
swollen lips from He Tian’s erection, takes his fingers out of himself, and
shakily stands up. With his voice a little sore, Red points to the top of the
bed and roughly says, “Sit up there.”
He Tian obediently follows Red's command, crawling up the bed and sitting down
with his legs spread and his back against the headboard. All the while, Red
grabs a condom from the bedside table and sits on the bed beside He Tian. With
careful teeth, he rips open the packaging and rolls the condom onto He Tian,
and for the finishing touches, he lathers the condom with lube.
Red sits back and pauses, knowing that this is his last chance to back out.
Just do it, Red thinks to himself, before you lose your nerve. He crawls over
to He Tian and kneels between his legs again, but this time with his back to
him. Don't let him see your face. He doesn't want He Tian to read whatever
emotions show up on his face, whether it's uncertainty, or anger, or regret or
whatever, he doesn't need He Tian to know what he's going through.
He reaches back, one hand steadying He Tian’s dick and eases himself down onto
it, while his other hand grips He Tian’s thigh to keep himself stable. Red
screws his eyes shut in concentration as he inches his way down.
“Hah…” He sighs, pausing momentarily to catch his breath before going down
completely, bottoming out all the way with his head thrown back, mouth open in
a soundless moan. He's never done it this way before, bottoming from the top,
or whatever they fucking call it. He Tian has never given him this much
control, and for a blissful moment, he forgets all the bad stuff and he's free
to lose himself in the feeling of this new position. Opening his eyes, he gives
himself time to adjust, revelling at the sight of He Tian’s legs subtly
squirming around, no doubt desperate to start moving.
Red steadies himself with both hands on He Tian’s thighs, using that for
leverage to lift himself up, and then slide back down. And once he starts up
his easy, almost lazy thrusts, it makes him feel good. He feels powerful on
top.
But the bliss couldn't last forever. When he feels He Tian place his hands
gently onto his hips, Red remembers his anger, his longing and his sadness. He
remembers why he positioned himself this way; not wanting to look at He Tian
for fear that he would see right through Red.
The more he thinks, the more worked up he gets, quickening his pace and
brutally grabbing at He Tian's thighs.
“Slow down,” He Tian says, soothing a hand down Red's back.
“Shut up,” Red snaps. He digs his nails in even more, refusing to let up. Why
does He Tian want to be gentle now!? Thankfully He Tian does what he's told;
keeping his mouth shut while Red continues to fuck himself hard and fast on He
Tian's cock.
God, he’s angry. Angry at himself, for getting into this, for wanting this.
He's angry at He Tian, for making him want him in the first place; he wishes He
Tian had never laid eyes on him back in middle school, he wishes He Tian never
talked to him, touched him, made him feel loved. He's angry at He Tian and his
cold heart, so calm and unaffected by what's been happening between them, while
Red is close to breaking. It's not fair. Why is Red's heart on the line,
willing and ready to be crushed while He Tian's is nowhere to be found?
He already knows that getting out of the elevator was a mistake, but he can’t
leave now. He knows this is not healing him, and it's not going to make things
okay between them. But at the very least, he wants to release this built-up
frustration. He lets go of He Tian’s thighs and leans back, feeling the heat of
He Tian’s chest close behind him. Placing his hands on the mattress on either
side of him, Red puts most of his weight on his palms, grinding his hips
frantically, seeking more and deeper sensations. He's shaking with anger and
the hot, stimulating feeling of He Tian inside him. He wants to ride He Tian
until his thighs burn with exhaustion and his throat is dry from gasping.
Suddenly He Tian bucks his hips up and Red lets out a high pitched gasp,
shocked by the sensation that one thrust did to him. When He Tian doesn’t do it
again, he realises that he's waiting for Red's approval. So he gives it to him,
without looking back he murmurs, “Do that again.”
With that, He Tian finally grips onto his hips tighter and helps guide Red's
bounce, thrusting his hips up into him with stronger force. He breathes heavy
with relief and pleasure, enjoying the feeling of He Tian slamming into him
again and again.
Feeling the heat grow inside him, Red reaches down to grip his own cock that
has gone untouched this entire time. As He Tian continues to thrust into him,
he can feel the sensation of his orgasm mounting, and with the way He Tian’s
rhythm is growing frantic, Red knows he's close too. With a loud cry, halfway
between a moan and a whine, cum spills onto his fingers and the sheets below.
He Tian quickly follows after him, his pace slowing down to a stop.
Red breathes out as he rubs the sensitive head of his cock, wringing the last
of his orgasm. When he finishes, his muscles go slack, slumping forward until
his forehead almost touches He Tian’s knees. He feels strange and stretched
out, like something had been pulled from him and now he feels lighter, calmer.
He almost feels…better. But not quite. He wipes the tears away from his eyes,
hoping He Tian hadn't seen them. To say that he was an emotional mess would be
an understatement.
He lifts himself off He Tian and with practiced hands, pulls off the used
condom, ties it, and drops it in the bin next to the bed. He falls back, his
head landing on the pillow beside He Tian. He keeps his eyes closed as he
catches his breath, and waits for He Tian to inevitably speak up. Which, of
course, he does, “We need to talk.”
“Yeah,” Red sighs, pulling himself up and leaning his back against the
headboard just like He Tian, “We do.”
He looks down at He Tian fidgeting with his fingers, not understanding why he
would be nervous at all. Maybe trying to find the right words again, “Red-”
“-Can I start?” Red interrupts.
“...Sure.”
Red adjusts himself, sitting up a little higher, “I wasn't being subtle. You
picked up on the fact that I wasn't okay with you being with other guys,
right?”
“Yeah,” He Tian answers lowly, probably hating every second of this. Well he’ll
be okay with it soon enough.
Red knows what He Tian wants and doesn’t want, and more importantly he knows
what he wants...and what he’s willing to compromise to keep what he has. He’ll
be telling himself that he can keep it casual, emotionless and unattached, for
He Tian’s sake. He’s willing to play along, to pretend that he’s fine with it.
And it should be easier to act like he doesn't care because he actually knows
that He Tian isn't seeing anyone. So he takes in a deep breath and begins
telling the lie, “Well I'm okay with it now.”
He Tian shifts and looks at him, but Red doesn’t meet his gaze, not just yet,
“What changed?”
Red can feel the walls building up around his heart, can feel the tears dry up
behind his eyes, “I just had to remind myself what you are to me.”
“And what's that?”
Red turns his head and looks directly into He Tian’s eyes, knowing that He Tian
won’t be able to see the truth in his own, “Nothing.”
He adds in a shrug for good measure, “You mean nothing to me.”
He Tian continues staring at him, searching for the fault in Red’s lie, but
it’s no use, “You can continue fucking others guys, it doesn’t matter to me.”
Are you satisfied? Is this what you wanted?
“And if it’s alright with you, I’d like to keep my job,” Red breaks the eye
contact first, his gaze travelling out the windows to look at the beautiful
city landscape basking in the afternoon sunlight, “Okay, that’s all I had to
say. Your turn.”
It feels like forever before He Tian finally speaks up, his voice almost too
faint to hear, “You...pretty much summed it up for me.”
So that's it then, Red nods in agreement, He Tian doesn't want to take this
relationship further, and Guan Shan’s self-esteem is low enough to keep their
relationship at this point until one of them ends it for good. And with the
sick feeling in his gut, he has the suspicion that it's going to be him anyway.
So all he's really done is prolong the inevitable, “Great. I'm going to take a
shower.”
***** Body Shots *****
Chapter Summary
     Red comes over and there's pizza, alcohol and only a little bit of
     sexy times.
     Also a lot of talking...a fuck ton of talking.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He Tian wasn't at school today. Three weeks into their last term of high school
and he's skipping. What an idiot.
Red might not have noticed He Tian's absence if it wasn't for the fact that a
few of his fangirls came up to him during lunch and asked where He Tian was. To
which he had responded with, ‘I don't know. Why the fuck are you asking me?’
Not deterred by his rude attitude, the girls questioned him further, ‘You're
friends with He Tian aren't you?’
It dawned on Red that they haven't been as cautious about hiding their
relationship as much as they used to. He told the girls that He Tian is
probably sick and walked away.
But he knew that there was no way He Tian was sick. He was over at his place
just yesterday, and he was completely fine. Well maybe not as flirtatious and
happy as he used to be, but definitely not on his deathbed.
He Tian hasn't been like himself for weeks. Neither has Red for that matter. It
hasn't stopped being weird between them since they fucked without a condom in
the bathtub, and that was three weeks ago. Red stopped coming over on his own
accord, only ever when He Tian requested it. And when he does come over the
atmosphere is so thick with silence and tightly-wound tension that he can
barely breathe or even look at He Tian. There's only so much Red can take of He
Tian’s morose mood before his own cold front snaps and he can sense the tears
swelling in his eyes.
And it's for that reason, that the sex has also been so far and few since that
day.
Last night He Tian had asked if Red wanted to stay for dinner, but instead of
answering, he stripped off his clothes and laid down on the bed. They hadn't
fucked in over a week and Red was pent up. Just get this over with, Red had
thought to himself.
He kept his back to He Tian the entire time, even when He Tian had kissed him
on the cheek, wanting Red to turn his head so that they could kiss. But Red
couldn't let himself do that. Any sign of affection from He Tian was a stab in
the heart to him. A very tiny, naive voice in his head would say, hey maybe he
does love you, but it would be instantly crushed by the stampede of cynical
thoughts like, he's never going to fucking love you.
And soon enough, it was over.
Red had quickly cleaned himself up and got changed, leaving behind a quiet, but
perfectly healthy He Tian. He's fine, Red concluded. But against his desire or
control, a speck of worry grew inside him that festered and pulled at his
stomach until he begrudgingly decided to take the train to He Tian’s place
after school. Two nights in a row, haven't done that in a while.
The door to He Tian’s apartment is unlocked, same as always, but when he opens
it, he is attacked by an overwhelming smell of smoke. Panic strikes only for a
few seconds, before his brain quickly categorises the smell as cigarette smoke
and not kitchen-on-fire smoke. He looks around for the source, and there on the
couch he sees a tuft of black hair sticking out on the side. Red closes the
door loud enough for He Tian to hear, but he doesn’t sit up to look at his
uninvited guest.
“He Tian?” Red says as drops his bag and walks over to the couch. He hears the
wakening grumbles of the body on the couch and Red thinks that maybe He Tian
has been napping all day. But as he gets closer, Red spots the bottles and
bottles of alcohol all over the coffee table. There's a few glasses around and
an ashtray completely full of finished cigarettes. And then there's He Tian,
lying on his side with a lit cigarette drooping in his mouth. He rubs his
eyelid, trying to wake himself up.
“Hey~” He Tian croaks out so nonchalantly, like he's not just been caught in a
questionable situation.
Red gets right to it, his voice harsh and accusing, “The fuck are you doing?”
He Tian scrunches his brow in confusion and looks around, taking the cigarette
from his lips, “Lying on my couch?”
Red rolls his eyes and leans over the back of the coach, getting close to He
Tian’s face. If the strong whiff of alcohol on his breath wasn't enough
evidence, He Tian started to make obnoxious smoochy noises with his overly-
puckered out lips. So Red pulls back to ask a question he already knows the
answer to, “Are you drunk?”
“Oh nonono,” He Tian sits up, still as casual as before, “I was drunk...a few
hours ago..and now I'm...not.”
“Uh huh, sure,” Red responds sarcastically while He Tian drops back down and
takes a drag of his cigarette. Red looks at He Tian’s clothes, a pair of jeans
and a black shirt; his casual going-out clothes. That explains where he got all
this alcohol that Red has never seen around the apartment before, He Tian had
gone out to buy it all. There are so many questions Red wants to ask, “Why’d
you skip class?”
“Ooooh~” He Tian coos, reaching up to tug at Red's shirt, “Noticed, did you?”
Red wacks his hand away, “No. Your fangirls asked me about you.”
“Oh,” He Tian comments, sounding disappointed. He takes another puff and Red
watches, waiting for him to really answer.
“I skipped because I woke up late...and was too hungover to be bothered going.”
Red scoffs and walks over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. He returns
and hands it to He Tian, who just continues mumbling on, “After you left last
night I went out...and had a couple of drinks, but I wasn't in the mood for
crowds, so I...stocked up and went home. Then...drank some more.”
Red wants to ask ‘why did you get drunk in the first place?’ but he has a
feeling it has something to do with how things ended weirdly between them last
night. So instead he asks, “How did you buy all of this? Last I checked you
were still seventeen.”
He Tian giggles, reaching into his jeans back pocket and hands Red a card, “I
got my brother...to make this a few months ago...he took his damn tim-”
“This is me!?” Red exclaims, looking at the drivers licence with his face on it
and his name on it. What the fuck?
“Oops~” He Tian puts down his cigarette in the ashtray and reaches into his
other back pocket, “This one’s mine.”
“Why do you have a fake ID of me!?”
He Tian shrugs, “I told him to make you one.”
“Why!?”
“Stop yelling…” He Tian whines, rolling onto his side with his back to Red, “I
just wanted to go out with you.”
Red’s outraged tirade instantly stops, his brain processing He Tian’s mumbled
words, “...What?”
“I wanted to take you out...somewhere fun...where we’d be accepted.”
“You wanted to take me to a...gay bar?”
“Yep,” He Tian sits up suddenly and grabs hold of Red, quickly dragging him
down with a surprised yelp. Red struggles for a moment but gives up easily when
He Tian’s arms around him barely budge. He Tian lets out a content sigh and
continues, “They don’t allow minors in places like that.”
“Okay...” Red stills against his collarbone. He can feel He Tian’s even breath
and steady heart beat beneath him, and Red feels his own heart slowing down,
the familiarity of this position is soothing and pleasant. Don’t think too much
into it, Red assures his scrambled brain, he just wanted to make out with with
you in public. What a pervert. So he shakes his head, “I don't want to be
caught with a fake ID.”
“Nahhhh,” He Tian loosens his grip, “My brother is really good with these.
Practically legit.”
Red lifts his head to look at him, “Your brother sounds super shady.”
The remark makes He Tian laugh, completely letting go of Red and dropping his
arms down to his sides. He doesn’t look down at Red when he replies in his deep
voice, “You have no idea.”
Red feels a sense of deja vu, He Tian has been vague about his family before.
It’s always going to be a closed door with He Tian.
Red grabs He Tian’s hand and pulls them up until they’re both in sitting
positions. With his alcohol questions answered, Red moves onto the next
subject, remarking calmly, “Haven't seen you smoke in a while.”
“Ah,” He Tian picks up his still lit cigarette, “I haven’t really...needed them
for a while.”
He takes a long inhale, “Sex is a much better alternative for de-stressing.”
Red rolls his eyes, of course, He Tian hasn’t been getting his de-stressingfrom
Red lately so he had to find something else-
“But if I'm honest…” He Tian continues, “The real reason I stopped...is because
you hated me smoking.”
He Tian is looking right at him now, and Red goes blank, “Huh? I never said
that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Why w-...why would you stop because I hated it?”
He Tian shrugs, “I wanted to keep you around.”
Red can’t decide what’s funnier, the notion that He Tian’s smoking would be the
reason why he’d leave, or that He Tian thought that would happen. Red smiles,
what an idiot.
“You haven't really been around lately so…” He Tian inhales deeply, finishing
off his explanation.
Red picks out the cigarette from He Tian’s mouth, “Well I’m here now.”
As he smooshes it in the ashtray, a silence fills the room, but it doesn’t feel
cold or suffocating. When he sits back and dares to glance at He Tian, he knew
he’d find He Tian giving him a dopey full cheeked smile.
“Yes you are,” He Tian mumbles.
Red's stomach flips, but it doesn't make him nauseous. They haven't talked this
much since…Red's heart sinks at the reminder and he shoots up from the couch,
looking anywhere but at He Tian, “Have you had much to eat today? I'll get
something going.”
As Red strides over to the kitchen, He Tian calls out, “Uhh actually I-”
A loud knock comes from behind the front door, stopping both of them in their
tracks. He Tian coughs to clear his throat and quietly continues, “I ordered
pizza.”
The knock comes again and Red changes direction for the door, quickly returning
to the couch with three pizza boxes, “Do you just order takeaway whenever I’m
not coming round?”
“Pretty much,” He Tian answers sheepishly, as he carefully takes the boxes out
of Red’s hands, “Are you mad?”
“...Why would I be mad?”
“I don’t know…I can't tell with you anymore,” He Tian trails off, leaning the
side of his head against the couch, “I used to think I knew you-...knew what
you were thinking...but it’s very hit and miss these days.”
He Tian sounded unbelievably sad, and it's wearing off on Red. The suffocating
atmosphere is returning. He misses the days when He Tian could read his mind
too. And he definitely misses the days when He Tian didn’t look like he was
walking on eggshells around him. It’s time to go, Red thinks, get out of here
before the heavy feelings start making a comeback, “Well now that you’ve got
your pizza, I guess you don’t need me to stick around then.”
“Please, stay,” He Tian speaks up, the clearest words he has spoken all night.
Red doesn’t know what to do. There's a reason why he's kept his time with He
Tian to a minimum for three whole weeks, and that reason is because he doesn't
know how long he can keep up the charade before he breaks and confesses
everything to He Tian. And that wouldn’t end well for either of them. He should
go.
But He Tian did say please...oh god, you're so fucking weak. Red walks around
the couch and sits himself down beside He Tian, with only the boxes between
them, “I wouldn't mind some pizza.”
He Tian smiles, lips parting into one of his classic grins.
 
***
 
In his drunken haze, Red looks at the now empty shot glass he just downed and
pauses to think how it had come to this.
He Tian had turned on the tv at some point after they had finished half of the
pizzas, and put it on a channel that was playing an NBA match between the
Oklahoma City Thunder and the Portland Trailblazers. Then He Tian got this
funny look in his eyes and turned to Red to ask, ‘Want to play a game?’
Red initially said no because a drinking game with He Tian sounded like an
absolutely terrible idea, but he changed his tune when He Tian told him the one
rule, ‘Take a shot everytime Westbrook scores a 3-pointer.’
Red had a good laugh at that because Westbrook is known for taking a lot of
shots, but not for actually making them. If He Tian had suggested Lillard’s
points then he thinks he'd be in trouble with this drinking game, ‘You do know
Westbrook’s 3-pointers success rate is way below average right?’
‘Well then you should have nothing to worry about then?’ He Tian had slyly
responded.
Falling right into his trap, Red had agreed to the game. He was expecting to
take about two shots of vodka, three if Westbrook was particularly lucky that
night. But now that the fourth quarter is drawing to a close...Red has now
taken eight shots. Eight.
Like who the fuck does Westbrook think he is? Durant!?
Red is regretting everything. He keeps his back straight, to force a sense of
command over the body that he is very quickly losing control of. He slapped
himself in the face five minutes ago and he barely registered it. Or maybe he
didn’t add any force to the slap, who knows, Red doesn’t.
And He Tian is not doing much better than him, probably even worse. He's been
taking shots whenever Westbrook has the ball in his hands, which is a lot, and
just whenever He Tian feels like taking another shot of vodka. So while Red is
beyond the point of tipsy, He Tian is getting close to the slurring of his
words stage.
With two minutes to go on the clock, Westbrook takes another shot. This is a
fucking disaster. Red pours them both a drink, spilling it on the table as he
goes, “West...brook is on fire.”
Before he can take his ninth shot, He Tian leans excessively over Red and takes
the shot away from him, “That waaas jus’ a 2-pointer.”
“Really?? It didn't look...look like he was over the line.”
“Yeah I know but...Westy only makes eight 3’s this game.”
“...Huh?”
“...”
“T-This is a fucking re-run, isn't it?”
“...Y-”
Red doesn’t need to hear anymore, wacking at He Tian’s shoulder over and over
again. It doesn’t deter He Tian’s laughing fit in the slightest. The size and
gusto of He Tian’s laughter somehow lessens Red’s annoyance towards him,
because when was the last time he saw He Tian laugh like that?
With his body not reacting fast enough, He Tian wraps his arms around Red’s
waist and pulls him down on top of him like before. Red whines but he can’t
help the blush and the heat rising all across his body. The damn side-effects
of alcohol. Luckily He Tian is far more intoxicated than he is and easily pulls
himself out of his embrace, “I sh...should go.”
“Wha..? No stayyy,” He Tian whines and pulls Red back down. As he presses his
face against Red's chest, he mumbles, “I want you to stay.”
“He Tian, c’mon,” Now it’s Red’s turn to whine, “We’ve finished the pizza...the
game is over...you got me drunk - what else is there to do?”
With that, He Tian’s face turns to look up at Red, his eyes wide and
electrified, “I know what we can do.”
Red’s eyes squint at the dubious implication of his words, “We’re not fucking,
okay?...We’re way too dr-”
“Y-Ye-Yeah I know,” He Tian nods frantically, leaning forward until it’s Red
now laying flat on his back with He Tian on top of him, “It’s somethin’ else.”
He Tian slides off the couch and onto his knees, scrambling around the coffee
table, reaching for stuff that Red couldn’t see behind the larger bottles of
alcohol. Red turns his attention to He Tian and the way he is smiling, like
whatever they’re about to do will be the most exciting thing they've ever done.
He didn’t look sober a few minutes ago, and he certainly doesn’t look it now
with his hands a little shaky, his pupils dilated and his cheeks a bright pink.
In the back of Red’s mind he knows that whatever He Tian is planning, is not a
good idea, and even if it is, He Tian is way too drunk. But the sane part of
Red’s mind is sleepy while the rest of him just wants to lay here on the couch
and see where this goes.
When He Tian turns back to Red, he is holding a little plate with a pile of
sliced up limes and the...salt shaker Red uses in the kitchen? The dots in his
head aren’t connecting just yet, “What is thi-?”
“I was doing it by myself last night. It’ll be- sooo much better with a
partner.”
“Wha-?”
“Body Shots,” He Tian exclaims like it was the most obvious thing, which it
probably was, but not to Red. So He Tian adds with glee, “I’ll take a
shot...off of you-...your body and-”
“Oh my god,” Red groans, slapping his hand on his forehead, “It's like the
fuckin’ maid costume all over again.”
He Tian has another good laugh and then leans over Red, their faces close
enough for Red to smell the alcohol and nicotine on He Tian’s breath. He's
looking down at Red like the smug asshole he is. The smug asshole Red has
missed seeing.
“Yeah that's true, but c'mon...you loved the maid costume~”
Red's heart skips a beat at the L word, and sighs, “I did.”
With his head throbbing, he can feel his inhibitions slipping away, “Jus’ once.
Okay, pervert?”
He Tian doesn’t even attempt to restrain his enthusiasm, almost spitting on Red
when he says, “You gotta- have to take off your shirt.”
Shit, Red rolls his eyes and quickly pulls his school uniform shirt off, this
is a really fucking bad idea. He Tian gives him a lewd once-over, and Red
ignores the way it makes his spine prickle with heat. Red closes his eyes for a
moment, just hurry up and get this over with already.
Then suddenly he feels He Tian slide between his legs with a bottle of tequila
in one hand and a lime wedge in the other, the sides of his hips brushing
vigorously against Red’s inner thighs as he adjusts himself. Red had thought
that whatever He Tian was going to do to him, he was going to do it kneeling
beside the couch. This is much, much worse.
Red raises his hand to stop He Tian from coming any closer, watching the way He
Tian steadies himself from falling forward. He Tian manages to keep himself up
while still managing to hold the bottle in his hand, working very hard not to
sway too much as his eyes focus in and out on Red.
"Here, hold this," He Tian sticks the lime in Red’s mouth. The juice and
sourness shouldn’t have surprised Red, but it did. On instinct he pulls out the
little green thing.
“No~ keep it in your mouth,” He Tian insists, taking the lime wedge from Red’s
hand and sticks it back in his mouth, “Keep between your teeth, b-but...but
don't bite down.”
He can't help that his teeth bite down a little, making the sour juice drip on
his tongue. The sourness makes his face cringe.
But his distaste in limes is quickly forgotten when, without warning, He Tian
bends down and gives Red's left nipple a quick lick. What the fuck!? He hopes
his body doesn’t betray him, but he can already feel the heat grow and spread
from his stomach and down to his lower region.
“Hold...still,” He Tian slurs, tipping the salt shaker over Red's nipple.
Red looks down to see the white specks stick onto the wet skin that He Tian
licked. He can guess what He Tian is going to do with that salt, and his
heartbeat starts beating faster, because if his body reacted strongly to just
one swipe of He Tian’s tongue - what's going to happen when He Tian places all
of his attention on it? Red is fucked.
He tries to speak but then remembers that he has a lime in his mouth. He Tian
props himself up, concentrating very hard on pouring the golden liquid from the
bottle into a shot glass, “Now I don’t remember how this part goes~”
He Tian puts the bottle back on the table, almost toppling over and spilling
the shot. Once he steadies himself, leaning over Red with one arm for support,
he continues his contemplation, “If I...was doing this...to a girl~ I'd place
the shot betwe-”
He Tian huffs out a laugh, “Between her...breasts.”
He's laughing even more, leaning further down and honestly, why did Red agree
to this again?
“But you're not a girl! Sooo I'm just gonna do this.”
Red gasps, feeling the cool liquid hit his stomach, pooling in his navel and
sliding down the sides of his waist onto the couch. Red squirms, breathing
heavily through his nose in anticipation, but he doesn’t have to wait long.
He Tian drops down and smushes his open mouth against Red's salted nipple.
Red's heartbeat quadruples, his pulse pounding in his ears. He Tian doesn’t
just lick the salt off, he bites and sucks and slavers all over it, and Red,
despite his better judgement, doesn't want He Tian to stop.
He Tian continues down, licking at Red’s chest and sucking the liquid up from
his navel, and Red watches He Tian continue down and feels the ends of He
Tian’s black hair tickling his bare stomach. Then He Tian dips down and licks
up his abdomen, curling his tongue and laps up the tequila. He Tian’s lips
close around his navel, teeth scraping over his sensitive skin and sucks up the
rest of it. If Red was in a more sober mindset he’d think that was gross. But
he’s not sober right now, so he doesn’t mind the way He Tian digs his tongue
inside to make sure he got every drop. He doesn’t mind the way He Tian starts
trailing soft, wet kisses even further down his abdomen, licking patches of
skin that never made contact with the alcohol. Red’s muscles freeze up when He
Tian’s mouth reaches the edge of his pants. He doesn’t have time to tell He
Tian to stop or to keep going because suddenly He Tian is looming over him and
his words are lost.
He Tian reaches a hand around to support Red’s neck, his thumb stroking Red’s
pulse, and very carefully takes the lime out of Red’s mouth. Their lips barely
brush, but Red feels an electric shock anyway. A long moment passes between
them, neither taking their eyes off the other. To Red, He Tian is the clearest
thing in this room.
An eternity later, He Tian turns his head and spits the lime out, tossing it
somewhere on the floor. When he turns back, their noses brush against each
other and neither of them seem to be able to process a single coherent thought,
their minds already too heated and gooey to try and stop what’s inevitably
about to happen between them.
But somehow it's He Tian who breaks the moment first, looking away a bit
guiltily and raising himself up into a kneeling position. He reaches over to
the coffee table and grabs the bottle of tequila, forcing out a laugh as he
does. It rings a bit hollow and awkward, as he all but gulps a substantial
amount of tequila straight from the bottle down his throat.Yeah, this would be
a good time to stop.
“W-wait, wait, wait, wait,” Red mumbles, his hand reaching out and grabbing
hold of He Tian’s shirt. What are you doing? A small part of his mind is
yelling at him, but the more dominant part - the inhibited part, is saying ‘Get
this drunk fucker to do that shit again.’
Red points at his collarbone bone, “P-Pour it here-...this time.”
What the fuck are you saying!? His brain is shouting, but he doesn’t care. The
body shot felt good, so shut the fuck up, brain.
He Tian licks his lips, his eyes drooping with the clear signs of intoxication,
but they still manage to sparkle with lust and excitement. He frantically looks
around for the salt shaker, while Red reaches over to the little plate of cut
limes and places one between his teeth.
He watches He Tian fumble around, trying to steady himself while holding the
bottle and shaker in his hands. Any reservations Red had about doing this again
disappears when He Tian gazes down at him. The way he's looking at him, hot and
heavy, his eyes simultaneously glazed and focused on him. Red has forgotten why
he stopped facing He Tian when they were in heated moments like this. He's
forgotten why he stopped coming over, forgotten why he feels so empty all the
time.
No point in trying to remember right now, he thinks as he watches He Tian
concentrate on slowly trickling the tequila down from the bottle, completely
forgetting about the use of a shot glass. Is it really a body shot if there’s
no shot glass? Red has a little giggle at the thought. He feels the liquid pool
in the jut of his collarbone.
He Tian has altogether forgotten the order of the procedure, shaking the salt
onto his nipple last. But whatever, Red couldn’t give a fuck about the order
when he feels He Tian’s hot mouth come down on him.
Fuck.
He couldn’t hold back his moan when He Tian's mouth fixes over his sensitive
nipple once again. This time He Tian didn’t prolong his stay there, quickly
moving up to his collarbone. The cool feeling of the liquid was quickly
replaced by the burning hot suction and rough scrape of teeth as He Tian
practically devours him. Just like on his stomach, Red feels the liquid trickle
off the sides of his body and He Tian chases after them with his tongue.
Red moans as his hand tightens harder onto He Tian's hair - which he doesn't
even remember grabbing in the first place. He Tian isn't letting up, sucking a
trail of marks all across Red’s shoulder and then back up to his neck, where he
sinks his teeth in. Without thinking, Red lets out a shamefully loud cry and
wraps his legs around He Tian’s waist, his crotch grinding against him as he
pulls He Tian down closer.
I'll stop this soon, he swears to himself, but then He Tian begins leaving a
trail of hickeys around his throat and down his chest. Red is trembling at the
overload of sensations and he can feel himself getting hard. He knows He Tian
is on the same boat, his erection pressing right up against his crotch. Things
are getting out of hand real quick. I'll stop it soon, I swear.
The sudden press of He Tian’s lips against his own is familiar and welcome,
Red's entire body comes alive at the contact, the sour juice of the lime
dripping all through his mouth as He Tian bites onto it and quickly spits it
out.
He Tian comes back in with a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, slipping his tongue
into Red’s mouth, hungry and unapologetic, drawing a groan from deep in Red’s
chest. Lime, booze and bad decisions flavoured their tongues - and it sure as
hell tasted a lot better than it had any right to.
Red leans up to chase after his lips while his hands slide up and down He
Tian’s back. He Tian cups the back of his head and the kiss gets rougher,
sloppier. While He Tian and Red’s kisses are not normally as aggressive as
this, it doesn’t mean that they are not welcome, both of them getting way too
into the primal way their bodies are responding to each other. God, Red doesn’t
remember the last time they made out like this.
The sounds they’re making are wet and muffled, easily swallowed down by each
other's moans. It's hot. Too hot. Why the hell did they stop making out like
this? His memory is failing him.
Red breaks from the kiss, throwing his head back to get some much-needed air
into his lungs. The warm breaths shared between them is feeling all too
stifling for Red, his head already filled with a strong haze and buzzing with
arousal.
“Oh god,” He huffs out when He Tian's fingers scrape past his nipple, just
teasing for a few seconds before pinching it lightly. Red’s back arches up off
the couch.
He doesn’t remember when they started rolling their hips against each other so
aggressively, but he finally notices when his starts panting out of breath. He
feels He Tian kiss along his jaw, moving slowly down to lave at the exposed
skin of Red's neck, finding the sensitive spot just beside his jaw and latching
on.
The taste of lime still exploding on his tongue, the almost painful scrape of
teeth and tongue over his skin, the rough hands still caressing his nipples -
it was all too much, and too goddamn arousing to stop. But he should. He should
stop this.
“It's been so long," He Tian breathes out against Red's skin, as he laps up the
remaining alcohol. Through the haze of his intoxication, Red is touched by a
hint confusion.
“What are you talking about?” He whispers, “We fucked yesterday.”
“So long,” He Tian mumbles as he makes his way down Red's chest, “Since it felt
good.”
Red's eyes shoot open, “What the fu-!?”
With all the strength he could muster, Red shoves He Tian off of him. The jerk
lands hard on the floor next to the couch with a loud thud, followed by slurred
groans of pain. Good, Red sits up and crosses his arms to cover his bare chest,
now officially closed for business. It was time to stop anyway, Red thinks as
he watches He Tian pathetically try to get himself up from the floor, but too
drunk to succeed. Anger cuts through Red's drunken haze, the flush on his
cheeks cooling down fast. Red feels no pity for the drunk bastard, loudly
voicing his disdain, “Oh I'm so sorry it was so bad for you, I had no idea I
was so shit in bed, you complete. Fucking. Asshole!”
He Tian continues to writhe around, looking like an angry baby, whining and
fumbling around, “Noooo...You've been…”
“I've been what?” Red shouts, ready to hear whatever bullshit comes out of He
Tian’s mouth.
“You've been so cold...distant,” He Tian drops his head down onto the floor
hard and winces at the pain, “You won't even look at me.”
...That's true, but Red’s not going to be made to feel guilty about the way
he’s been acting, if anything it fuels his rage even more, “Well who's fucking
fault is that?”
“It's mine,” He Tian answers without a moment's hesitation, which is surprising
considering how wasted he is, “It's my fault.”
This gives Red a moment of pause, he wasn’t expecting He Tian to own up to
anything, because why would He Tian think he did anything wrong. Red decides to
stay silent, let He Tian go on with his intoxicated explanation.
“Mm- I’m not...honest...I haven’t,” He Tian looks up, but his eyes are glazed
over, not focused on anything, “I lied to you. It’s my fault...Mm sorry.”
Red doesn’t know what to make of this, so he leans down to get closer to He
Tian, but quickly sits back up when his surroundings start to spin. He’s not
magically sober just because his emotions are peaking to higher levels.
Crossing his arms again, he wants to keep his guard up, “Do...you regret lying
to me?”
He Tian closes his eyes and nods slowly. A sad pout grows on his face and he
mopes, “I juss...want things to go back to normal.”
Red grows sadder too, quietly asking, “What was our normal?”
He feels the tears, he can’t stop them. He’s at least glad He Tian has his eyes
closed so he can’t see them roll down his face. “At w-what point...d-did you
feel like what we had was normal?”
Red thinks back on the past six and a half months they’ve had together. From
when he had initially thought He Tian was buying him for sex, all the way to
when he confronted He Tian with a question about their exclusivity and He Tian
chose to lie. Could anything they had be called normal...
“Groceries,” He Tian grumbles before lolling his head to the side.
He doesn’t say anything else, not making any sense, so Red wipes his eyes and
asks, "W-What?”
“Before...the alley,” Rolling onto his side and tucking his arm under his head,
He Tian looks about ready to fall asleep right there on the floor, “That’s…our
normal.”
Before the alley...Red remembers that. They had gone out grocery shopping
together that day. The outing had been quickly overshadowed by the events that
followed after it, but yes, Red does remember it.
Up until the alley, Red would’ve called it a great day. He Tian had given him a
morning blowjob while they were still in bed, and they ended up staying there
for hours. It was around lunch time when Red finally got out of bed to cook
them something, when he realised he was out of several key ingredients. He was
prepared to make the trip by himself but He Tian had decided to come with him.
That had felt good. Red remembers the warmth filling his stomach when He Tian
shot right out of bed to join him without any prompting.
Then the actual shopping trip...A person would’ve had to be blind to not think
something was going on between the two of them. He Tian had his arm around him
the entire time, often moving to back hug Red and lean his chin on his
shoulder. Red had found himself in such a good mood, that the blissful bubble
he was in could not even be popped by the other people in the store with their
curious eyes.
And He Tian wants to go back to that? To be honest, so does Red. But the fact
that He Tian, in his completely drunken mind, picked that moment in particular
- a moment that has nothing to do with what their relationship is supposed to
be; no working, no fucking - just the two of them doing something as domestic
as grocery shopping, and enjoying it together. He Tian wants to go back to a
point when they were acting...like a couple. Two people in a relationship. He
Tian believes that’s their normal, and he wants to go back to it.
“He Tian,” Red slides off the couch, half landing on He Tian’s stomach, to
which the almost unconscious He Tian lifts up and groans in pain, but quickly
flops back down into his sleeping position. Red lightly slaps at his face a few
times, “Nonono, s-stay awake.”
He Tian doesn’t open his eyes, but he lets out a deep sigh that’s a good enough
indication for Red to know that he’s still with him. Red is about to ask a
question and he doesn’t think he’ll like the answer, but he’s going to ask it
anyway because his heart is racing, his blood is pumping and the alcohol is
flowing through him, giving him the courage he needs.
“He Tian,” He says again before leaning in closer, his lips shaking, “What am I
to you?”
He draws back to look at He Tian and for a moment Red worries that he didn’t
hear him, or that he’s already passed out, but then suddenly He Tian gives out
a small, gentle smile and mumbles, “Mm...impor...tant.”
Red's heart stops, then all too quickly it picks up speed. It's soaring,
racing, flying high up in the air. Important. Red is important to He Tian.
He's not afraid to ask what he really wants know now, “Do you love me?”
He Tian lifts his finger and attempts to put it in front of his lips but fails
miserably and is too out of it to care, “Ssshhhh...thassa secret.”
“What?” That's not what Red wanted to hear, that's not even an answer to his
question, “W-Why would you want to...to keep that a secret?”
He Tian doesn’t answer.
“Oh f-fucks sake, He Tian,” Red slaps him again, “He Tian, c’mon wake up.”
After a few more slaps on the face and wacks on the shoulder, Red finally gives
up. He Tian is out cold. With an exasperated sigh, Red wraps his arms around He
Tian and starts lifting him up, “Okay...c’mon you big fucking baby.”
With He Tian weighing a shit load more than himself, Red found the struggle to
lay He Tian back on the couch; a really fucking hard task. But he got there in
the end, sweating and breathing heavy as a result. Taking a moment to catch his
breath, Red stays there on his knees in front of He Tian, who just looks like
he's having a very peaceful sleep.
Red doesn’t know what he's supposed to make of this ‘secret’ business. What did
he mean by that? He Tian was drunk, and therefore in his truest, most honest
state. He could've just said yes or no. But instead he said it was a secret?
Either he somehow still had enough brain power to make the conscious decision
to not tell Red the answer or...it's a secret even to He Tian himself?
Red knows how delusional and wishful-thinking that sounds, but he can't brush
the thought off. What if He Tian really doesn't know how he feels about Red? It
is possible. Red didn't want to admit his own feelings until he saw He Tian
beat the shit out a bunch of guys for him.
Important.
That's what He Tian said. It's not a ‘yes, I love you’, but it is something.
Not thinking about it, Red reaches a hand out and gently runs his fingers
through He Tian’s soft black hair. It feels nice.
And it's at that moment Red realises...that he's not mad at He Tian...or upset
anymore. In fact he feels this heavy weight lift off his chest, freeing his
heart from the wall that he was keeping it behind.
Red gets up and walks to the cupboard that he keeps all his cleaning utensils
in. He comes back to the couch with a bucket in his hand and sets it on the
ground beside He Tian. He might need it during the night or when he wakes up in
the morning. Red doesn’t want to clean up any more than he has to. He pushes
and rolls He Tian in a way that’ll makes sure he'll remain lying on his side.
He wouldn't want He Tian to choke on his own vomit.
Over-dramatic or not, Red decides to stay the night, flopping ungracefully onto
He Tian's bed. He wants to be here when He Tian wakes up and see what he looks
like with a massive hangover, probably still unfairly hot. But more importantly
he wants to see how much He Tian will remember.
Red smiles, the cynicism inside him is small, retreating into a dormant state
and it's been replaced with hope. The knots in his heart ease and it doesn't
feel like being with He Tian is a compromise; a relationship in a permanent
stand still.
It feels like it could go somewhere.
Chapter End Notes
     - whats this!?? a chapter which DOESN'T have sex in it!??? AN
     IMPOSTER!!! nah jk it's still me.
     - when i was coming up with this chapter months and months ago, I
     decided to use alcohol as the truth serum that it can be. However I
     soon realized that if he tian was going to be blackout drunk, then
     sex would be completely off the table. If you haven't picked up on it
     yet from previous chapters, I'm all about consent here :)
     - if you're confused as to why red was acting sober by the end, trust
     me he was still drunk. It's just that he's not at his peak anymore.
     That's what happens when you stop drinking for the night; you don't
     get more drunk, you just start to slowly come down. but in he tian's
     case, he's been drinking all day, took more shots of vodka than red
     and then drank a lot of tequila. when he landed hard on the floor in
     his condition, he had no chance of getting up lol.
     - sorry about all the ...'s, i was trying to find a way to express
     their drunkness without slurring every single fucking word y'know?
     - also sorry there's no smut. i too, am sad about that. but they
     drunk and needed to talk...SO LOOK FORWARD TO DIRTY, DIRTY CHAPTER 12
     FUCK YEAH!!
     - lastly if you think everything's been resolved...ho boy u dont even
     know whats going to happen in future chapters.
     ok peace out!! find me on tumblr @teanshan
End Notes
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