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Ping!
Mu Qing glanced down to the console table at his side and saw a text.
Xie Lian: Just curious! When are you coming home?
With a quick eyeroll he unlocked his phone and typed a reply.
Mu Qing: Got too drunk.
Mu Qing: Crashing at a friend’s tonight.
With a ‘thud’ his back hit the wall a bit harder, forcing a grunt out of Mu Qing and tearing his eyes from the screen.
“Oof – Seriously?!”
The amber eyes of Feng Xin met his, making them all Mu Qing could see. “Don’t text right now!”
He pushed into Mu Qing again, causing another huff of breath to escape him.
“I’m trying to not blow our cover!” he protested, sending the text and tossing his phone back onto the table. Then Mu Qing wrapped both arms around Feng Xin and yanked him closer.
Immediately Feng Xin seized his lips in a wet kiss, making Mu Qing moan and roll their hips together firmly. Their belongings were scattered across the floor; clothes, keys, bags, even a rogue condom wrapper. Both of them were naked from the waist down, Feng Xin buried to the hilt with Mu Qing’s legs hooked behind his back. Every thrust nudged Mu Qing further and further into the wall until he was breathless.
“I don’t – ah – get you – mm! – Mu Qing!” Feng Xin huffed.
“Get what?” Mu Qing panted, his nails scraping along Feng Xin’s shoulders.
“Why you insist on – ngh! – keeping this hidden from him,” Feng Xin replied with a vicious growl. Mu Qing glared at him.
“He doesn’t need to know,” Mu Qing said. “Any other stupid quest – hah!”
The bite on his neck silenced him immediately. Feng Xin’s hips picked up speed as well, making a slap every time he drove in.
“Fuck, fuck Feng Xin!” Mu Qing cried, grasping his hair to try and yank him off of his neck. “T-take me to the bedroom already!”
“I wanna fuck you here,” Feng Xin huffed.
“It’s dirty here!” Mu Qing complained, earning him another growl from Feng Xin.
But then he was hoisted off the wall and walked through a door. Before Mu Qing could say a thing, he was deposited on his back and fucked ruthlessly into the mattress.
“Ah – hah! Feng Xin!” was all that remained of Mu Qing’s words of displeasure.
“Fuck yes, say my name,” Feng Xin grunted with a thrust that made Mu Qing see stars.
Mu Qing chanted his name, his whole body jolting as it was ravaged. He had to hold the edge of the mattress to keep himself in place while Feng Xin leaned in to lick and suck on his chest. Distantly Mu Qing thought he heard the knocking of an angry neighbor on the other side of the wall, which only encouraged him to whine louder.
“Yes, don’t stop!” Mu Qing cried.
“You like when I fuck your tight little hole? Make you mine?” Feng Xin grinned at Mu Qing’s flushed face.
“God yes,” the man’s broken voice sang. “Your dick is so big, you fill me up so good – ah!”
Mu Qing’s head fell back, hair splaying around him as he kept crying out.
“You’ve ruined every other cock for me! No one fucks me the way you do. God…!”
“Fuck, I’m close,” Feng Xin panted at that, speeding up his already relentless pace.
Mu Qing’s voice cracked as it jumped an octave. “Oh god I want your cum,” he begged, releasing the edge of the mattress to cling to Feng Xin every way he could. “Fuck me, fuck me! Please don’t stop – Feng Xin – !”
A primal noise ground out of Feng Xin’s throat as he plunged deep as he could and climaxed. Despite the condom, Mu Qing could still feel the man twitching wildly inside, making him purr and harshly dig his nails in Feng Xin’s scalp. What he wouldn’t give to actually have Feng Xin cum that deep inside…
The moment Feng Xin’s climax slowed, he popped up onto his hands to look down at Mu Qing. Without another word he pulled out, slid to his knees, and took Mu Qing into his mouth.
“Ah fuck!” Mu Qing had no time to react, only gasp and bury his fingers in that auburn hair again.
A pair of fingers dove into his stretched hole and thrust rapidly, causing Mu Qing to release a broken moan. In all the time they’d been sleeping together, Mu Qing learned that Feng Xin didn’t know the meaning of the word “gentle.” Thankfully the rough behavior was nothing but a turn on.
“God…” Mu Qing moaned while Feng Xin swallowed his dick. “Yeah, just like that – ah!”
Feng Xin added another finger, and then another, and finally Mu Qing felt as full as he wanted. With four fingers in brutal combination of getting deepthroated, it took no time for Mu Qing to cry out in orgasm. Feng Xin swallowed every drop of cum, licking his lips when he finally lifted off of Mu Qing’s dick.
“Fuck…” Mu Qing panted hoarsely, eyes on the ceiling.
Feng Xin flopped on his side next to him. “That all you have to say?” he smirked. “You were so chatty a minute ago.”
“Shut up,” Mu Qing scoffed, weakly pushing his chest. Feng Xin grabbed his wrist before he could pull it back and leaned over to kiss him. Mu Qing’s noise of disgust turned into a softer moan.
When Feng Xin pulled back, he smiled, gazing at Mu Qing for a moment, and then rolled over to take the condom off.
“What was that look for?” Mu Qing quirked a brow.
“Nothing. You’re just a lot softer after we fuck.”
Mu Qing turned to kick his heel into Feng Xin’s back. “Asshole!”
“Hey!” Feng Xin laughed and hopped off the bed to head for the bathroom. “That was a compliment, dickhead.”
“Didn’t sound like it,” Mu Qing growled. “It’s like you’re…you’re…”
“Flirting?” Feng Xin tossed the condom in the trash and turned on the sink to wash his hands. He smirked at Mu Qing from the doorway. “Isn’t that exactly what it is?”
“Sh-shut up.” Mu Qing didn’t know what to do so he looked at the patterns on the popcorn ceiling and caught his breath. A moment later, the corner of a damp washcloth appeared in his vision.
“Wipe yourself off. It’s warm,” Feng Xin invited.
“I’d rather shower,” Mu Qing said, though he took the cloth and started to clean up.
“Wanna shower together?”
“No way, you’ll jump me like a dog again!”
Feng Xin laughed heartily at that, his deep voice resonating through the small apartment. The sight of him there, naked and laughing, with his honeyed skin glowing in the moonlight made Mu Qing feel some sort of horny and pissed off at the same time. He blushed furiously and threw a pillow at Feng Xin’s face.
“Stop that! I – ”
Mu Qing went to stand and immediately his knee buckled. Feng Xin was quick to catch him.
“Careful. I didn’t go easy on you this time.”
Mu Qing’s blush grew full of embarrassment as he glared at the man holding him. Feng Xin bent to scoop under Mu Qing’s knees.
“Ah – hey!”
“Let’s go, princess.”
“Shut up, I’m not your princess!”
“You sure? You look like it.”
“Agh!”
Mu Qing was beating on Feng Xin’s chest as he was set on the bathroom counter. Before he could protest, the man started the shower to let the water heat up and fetched a towel from a nearby closet. Defeated, Mu Qing kept wiping himself off with the cloth and tied his hair on top of his head.
“Did you bring any spare clothes?” Feng Xin asked.
“In my bag. I left it by the door.”
Feng Xin set about getting their things from the living room and soon returned with a fresh outfit for Mu Qing. He set the folded clothes down with the towels and then offered his hands to help Mu Qing off of the counter.
“You need anything else?”
“Uh…not right now,” Mu Qing answered.
“Then have a good shower. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me.”
Feng Xin went to go, but Mu Qing didn’t release his hands. Mu Qing looked off to one side, but it didn’t stop Feng Xin from grinning.
“Yes?”
“Don’t go.”
Feng Xin huffed a laugh and pushed some of Mu Qing’s hair off of his face.
“So you do want to shower together.”
“Shut up.”
Mu Qing went to check the temperature of the water while Feng Xin closed the door. The hot water felt like heaven on Mu Qing’s skin when he climbed in, washing away the grime of sex. A moment later Feng Xin stepped inside with him.
Wordlessly they started their routine; Mu Qing got the water first to rinse off while Feng Xin lathered the soap on a cloth. He then set about cleaning Mu Qing’s back and shoulders with a firm, massaging hand. Inadvertently Mu Qing let out a pleased sigh.
“Hey, is that shower gel?” Mu Qing realized.
“Yeah, I finally bought some,” Feng Xin admitted. “You like sandalwood, right?”
Mu Qing laughed, “Can’t believe you actually listened. Your skin will thank you.”
“I still don’t see anything wrong with bar soap,” Feng Xin snorted. “But since someone is an expert, I thought I’d give it a try.”
Mu Qing laughed again and tilted his head so Feng Xin had better access to his shoulder. The washcloth circled into his muscles slowly.
“I might’ve gone too high up,” Feng Xin said, eyeing the marks that crested Mu Qing’s neck.
“I brought a turtleneck, it’s fine.”
Feng Xin sighed and cleaned the spot gently. “You know, I really don’t think Xie Lian would mind if we told him.”
“How many times do I need to say no,” Mu Qing rolled his eyes.
“It’s not like he’d be homophobic or something! It would just be easier if we weren’t constantly dodging him,” Feng Xin protested. “I feel like we’re teenagers avoiding your mom.”
Not that Mu Qing’s mom had ever given them shit about their relationship. She was pushing hard for her son to get married to anyone and if that was a man, so be it. Feng Xin was flattered by this information; Mu Qing was mortified.
“Do you know how awkward it would be to tell Xie Lian about us?” Mu Qing scoffed. “What do we even tell him? ‘Hey your two childhood best friends have been fucking for the past few years’? He doesn’t need to know who we sleep with.”
Feng Xin glared at the washcloth in his hands and pressed deep into Mu Qing’s shoulder to get a groan out of him.
“We could tell him we’re boyfriends.”
“And lie more?” Mu Qing glanced back and quirked a brow.
Sure, officially they were just fuck buddies. They both had the freedom to sleep with whomever else they wanted (not that Mu Qing was bothering to, and he wasn’t sure whether Feng Xin was either). But Mu Qing worked hard to ignore the fact that they spent practically every week in each other’s apartments, knew each other’s schedules front and back, could order food for one another at any restaurant, that Feng Xin even had the same damn soap as Mu Qing in his shower. But Mu Qing was determined to keep this relationship as far from “feelings” as possible; he’d seen plenty of people lose friends over love and sex (Pei Ming being the worst example), and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go through that with someone like Feng Xin. They were adults, damn it, they could enjoy sex without making a thing out of it. Right?
Mu Qing felt the washcloth on his shoulder scrunch up and he sighed, turning to face Feng Xin with as genuine a smile as he could muster.
“Listen, we’ll figure it out eventually,” Mu Qing said. “Just don’t worry about it.”
Feng Xin opened his mouth to protest but Mu Qing covered it with a kiss. Feng Xin tried to pull back and argue anyway, but Mu Qing grabbed the back of his head to hold him in. With a huff Feng Xin relented, pressing back into the kiss and leaning Mu Qing against the wall of the shower. He felt Mu Qing smile a bit and press his knee between Feng Xin’s legs.
“I’m the one jumping you, huh?” Feng Xin muttered into his lips.
“Shut up and fuck me again,” Mu Qing purred with another lave of his tongue.
Feng Xin didn’t even attempt to protest then, swiping his hand under Mu Qing’s ass and squeezing it. A moment later Mu Qing had his palms pressed to the tile while Feng Xin slipped on a condom (which was conveniently in reach of the shower, Mu Qing noticed), and then Mu Qing was calling Feng Xin’s name in pleasure as he was filled.
“Oh fuck…fuck yes…!”
“You don’t know how to keep quiet do ya?” Feng Xin smirked.
Mu Qing ignored the comment and instead looked back to snark, “Your shower is moldy.”
“What the fuck?” Feng Xin’s eye twitched.
“You need to use bleach in here,” Mu Qing grinned. “Also there’s soap scum all over the shelf.”
“You’re a brat,” Feng Xin snorted.
Mu Qing was going to retort but when that cock throttled into him only a moan came out. Again he melted into a variety of curses and croons of pleasure, which Feng Xin reciprocated in kind.
The sound of a fist against the wall made them both look up. It was accompanied by some sort of shouting that the rush of water made hard to hear but forced both men to groan.
“It’s your fucking neighbor,” Mu Qing sighed.
“I fucking know,” Feng Xin huffed. “Ignore her.”
“If I do she’ll punch a hole in your thin-as-fuck walls,” Mu Qing said with a half-moan as Feng Xin thrust.
“She’s dying of cancer, she’s not that strong.”
“Neither are your walls!”
Feng Xin yanked him upright to growl in his ear, “You know the louder you are the more she gets pissed right?”
“I don’t see you stopping me when you’re balls deep,” Mu Qing smirked. A hand smacked his wet ass and he inadvertently yelped.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Mu Qing was back to being railed, Feng Xin’s hand around his dick and stroking him rapidly. He was rapidly hurtling toward orgasm again, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” when the sound of the doorbell and more knocking interrupted them.
“God damn geriatric ass bitch,” Feng Xin cursed.
“Is she like this when you masturbate too?”
Feng Xin swatted Mu Qing’s ass again, while the man under him just laughed.
“You’re being a bratty bitch today.”
“You were the one who said just ignore her! Now keep touching me, I’m close.”
With a growl Feng Xin resumed thrusting and stroking, the chorus of noises from the front hall drowning out when they both moaned and came. The two of them stayed motionless for a while, but a particularly shrill shriek made Feng Xin huff and stand upright.
“Fucking hate this place,” he groused, pulling out of Mu Qing and taking off the condom. “I’m going to go give her a piece of my fucking mind.”
“You can’t beat up an old lady,” Mu Qing scoffed, standing slowly on shaking legs.
Feng Xin grasped his waist to help him up. “No but I can yell at her.”
“She’s going to call the cops on you.”
“Not if we call them first.” Feng Xin did a final rinse and went to climb out of the shower. “I’ll go handle her, you call backup.”
“Oh my god.” Mu Qing rolled his eyes and slapped a hand to his forehead, not sure if he was horrified or amused. Feng Xin seemed perfectly serious, though, quickly drying off his hair and throwing on a t-shirt and shorts to go confront the bitch. Mu Qing rushed to clean himself off and grab his phone.
This was, unfortunately, not an uncommon circumstance in Feng Xin’s apartment. If it wasn’t an angry neighbor chewing him out for something, it was a leaking ceiling or a rogue fire alarm going off. Some nights a car crash at the nearby intersection sent fire trucks, cop cars, and ambulances wailing. Others the scurrying sound of who-knows-what-creature in the walls made sleep impossible. It was a nightmare of a place, but between being here or being at Mu Qing’s place, they’d both rather brave the shitty circumstances than try to sneak around Xie Lian. But man was it nice when Xie Lian spent a night with Hua Cheng.
After the debacle with the elderly neighbor was settled, it had gotten late. As Feng Xin stepped back into the apartment, though, he was greeted by the sight of burgers and fries on the coffee table. Mu Qing, lounged on the couch, looked up from the milkshake he was drinking and grinned.
“Finally. C’mere, I’m starving.”
A smile bloomed across Feng Xin’s lips and he flopped beside Mu Qing to dig into their dinner.
They settled into discussing the fight; how the crotchety old bitch could still post up despite her cancer diagnosis, how the cops knew Feng Xin and let them off with a warning. They talked about how Feng Xin should move – how he WANTED to – but a security guard’s salary wouldn’t be good enough without a roommate. They fantasized about Feng Xin joining the army, or the navy, or becoming a personal bodyguard to the president. They sat just a little too close, but didn’t worry about what anyone would think of it. They pretended not to notice their legs brushing while they talked or how they gazed at each other when they thought the other wouldn’t notice. They laughed and enjoyed their dinner, feeling comfortable in one another’s presence but not daring to give it a name.
“By the way,” Mu Qing said, “While you were out, I swept your floors. They’re disgusting.”
“Thanks,” Feng Xin snorted. “I can clean the place myself, you know.”
“Yeah but I do it better,” Mu Qing grinned.
Feng Xin turned to look him over. “Yeah. You do.”
Mu Qing wasn’t sure why, but he blushed. Moments later Feng Xin was on top of him on that uncomfortable couch, its springs creaking with their movement. Mu Qing got lost in that man, not even noticing as his phone buzzed with texts from his concerned roommate.