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Road trips are meant to be fun. Road trips are meant to be filled with junk food, specially curated music playlists, and sleepy little motels that never have to light up the ‘no’ in their vacancy signs. Road trips are not supposed to involve driving your unfortunately-very-hot-and-exactly-your-type-but-too-bad-he’s-a-total-dick mortal enemy across the country in a tiny sedan old enough that, if it were human, could be your grandfather.
“That. Is a death trap.”
Feng Xin glared at Mu Qing with as much venom as he could; the jerk might be right about the car but Feng Xin would rather cut off his own arm than admit it. “Shut up and get in.”
It was Xie Lian’s fault that they were in this position in the first place; if he hadn't asked Feng Xin with that stupid puppy dog face of his to please help Mu Qing get to the wedding , he wouldn't be in this position! And curse Quan Yizhen for crying like a baby until Yin Yu begged Mu Qing to let the poor boy take his spot in He Xuan's car. And really, double curse Xie Lan for getting married to that damn Hua Cheng at all!
Feng Xin was not what you would call a happy camper.
See, Mu Qing was, for all intents and purposes, 'stupid hot'; he was tall, lithe, and had, quite unfortunately, the most beautiful face Feng Xin had ever seen. It should have been illegal for him to wear those tight runner’s leggings that he favored - the ones that form-fit to every muscular curve. From the moment they'd met all those years ago, back when it was just the two of them and Xie Lian against the world, Feng Xin had fantasized about Mu Qing's long-fingered hands running all over his body, imagined what it would be like to kiss those frowning lips until they were both gasping for air.
It was all completely unfair then that Mu Qing was also a total ass.
"You do know where you're going, right?"
Feng Xin refused to look up from where he was messing with his ancient GPS, gritting out his rebuttal from between clenched teeth. "Of course I fucking do!"
"You've got a funny way of proving it," Mu Qing retorted. He then reached out, pressed a few buttons and readjusted the position of the little machine on the dash, and suddenly it was beeping pleasantly with a clearly marked map on its screen; looking vaguely pleased with himself, he looked back at Feng Xin. "You need to upgrade your things; it's not safe to rely on a junky old car and a glitchy GPS."
Normally, Feng Xin would have raged back with some angry comment - Mu Qing knew he was low on funds right now! - but he was busy being flustered by how Mu Qing's hand had brushed across his own, leaving behind a scalding hot trail of tingling skin. He could feel his cheeks heating up, Mu Qing's gaze not making anything easier.
"Whatever," he said, turning the keys in the ignition. It took three tries for the car to start successfully.
The thing was, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened; it'd been occurring more and more often as of late, almost as if Mu Qing knew exactly the effect he had on Feng Xin beyond making him want to combust from anger. There had been an excess of lingering touches, pointed glances, a sudden concern with Feng Xin's safety and well-being - it was all sorts of weird and Feng Xin didn't know how to handle it.
He also didn't know how to handle the ever-present urge to run his fingers through the other man's hair, or kiss his cheek when he left for work, or cuddle up to him on the couch when they had movie nights with Xie Lian and Hua Cheng. He could handle wanting to fuck Mu Qing against the kitchen counter - who hadn't thought about that? - but wanting to walk up behind him and wrap his arms around him while the taller man was cooking? Unacceptable.
Things had been further complicated by all of the recent instances of Mu Qing acting even stranger; two weeks ago, he'd diligently taken care of a sick Feng Xin, bringing him soup and medication, wiping the feverish skin of his face with a cool cloth, and not complaining once during the whole thing. The month before, when Feng Xin was stressed about his EMT final exam, Mu Qing had silently brought him cups of tea late into the evening while he studied. And once, Feng Xin could have sworn he caught Mu Qing carrying him to his room and tucking him into bed after he'd fallen asleep at the kitchen counter. That one had to have been a dream though.
Whatever the case, the two of them were stuck making the two day trip together to the remote location of Xie Lian and Hua Cheng’s wedding and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
The plan was to drive for twelve hours the first day, stop for the night in whatever hotel they could find on the way, and then finish off the rest of the trip the next day. It wasn’t ideal but at least Feng Xin didn’t have to pay for gas all by himself. He could only hope that whatever place they managed to get a room at wasn’t like the last random place he’d stayed at - no one wanted sheets that smelled like smoke and a shower that had mold developing its own language.
As it turned out, after a full day of near-silent driving save the static-y radio and Mu Qing’s scattered comments about other people’s driving skills (thankfully not Fengt Xin’s or there’d be problems), they reached a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere just as the sun was dipping below the horizon and found a quaint motel that appeared clean and respectable. It wasn’t too much for one night’s stay either, which was a bonus. The only issue, however, was rather glaring and completely unacceptable:
There was only one bed.
“I’ll go back and ask the front desk if they have another room,” Feng Xin said after staring into the room from the doorway for a good minute.
Mu Qing snorted and set his backpack down next to the tiny table in the corner. “Didn’t you hear what they said when we checked in? They only have one type of room - I don’t think we’re going to have any luck.”
The room seemed an awful lot smaller when the door closed behind Feng Xin as he finally accepted his new harsh reality. “I’ll, uh, sleep on the floor then.” It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d sacrificed comfort for some reason or another.
“Don’t be stupid,” Mu Qing retorted. “The bed’s plenty big enough for the two of us.”
And while yes, the bed would definitely fit the two of them without too much of a possibility of them touching, it was the mere concept that scared Feng Xin. “Well yeah, it’s just-”
Before Feng Xin could argue more, Mu Qing waved his hand dismissively and interrupted. “Besides - you’re driving and I don’t need you falling asleep at the wheel tomorrow because you didn’t sleep well enough on the floor .”
Regrettably, Feng Xin couldn’t argue against that without seeming like an idiot, so he instead chose to sigh heavily and drop his own bag next to the nightstand.
They got ready for bed after that, quietly and easily maneuvering around each other with the practiced ease of two people who had lived together for the three years that they had. Luckily for them, the on-suite bathroom was simple but immaculate, a little out-dated but miles better than what Feng Xin had been fearing. It wasn’t until Feng Xin walked back into the main room and saw Mu Qing in their bed - their bed - that he felt his pulse speed up. It wasn’t anything special, not really, just Mu Qing in the same old sweatpants and ratty university track team shirt he always wore to bed, but the simple sight of him slipping under the covers of the bed they would be sharing sent goosebumps all over Feng Xin’s skin.
As Feng Xin himself got under the covers and flicked off the bedside light, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything smart ass like he normally would have; he wasn’t sure that he could have come up with something even if he wanted to, not with the way that he could feel Mu Qing’s body heat from a foot away. He tried to clear his mind so he could sleep but no matter what he did, Feng Xin couldn’t calm down enough. He wanted to blame Mu Qing but the other man hadn’t done anything except exist , and Feng Xin couldn’t fault him for that.
He wasn’t sure when he finally nodded off - it must have been an hour of staring at the ceiling and listening to Mu Qing’s breaths slow down as he fell asleep - but eventually Feng Xin’s eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. His dreams were filled with warm smiles and Mu Qing’s familiar low voice.
--o--
Feng Xin woke up to the sound of soft breathing next to his ear and a strange warmth across his chest. When he opened his eyes, it took him a moment to get used to the bright early morning light that peaked between the hotel curtains but when he did, he was horrified to realize that the warmth was Mu Qing’s arm across his chest and the breath came from the very same man, who had apparently rolled right up next to Feng Xin in the night. They were only touching where the other man’s arm crossed his chest but Feng Xin still panicked.
Ok, so maybe ‘horrified’ was the wrong choice of word; he definitely wasn’t scared or disgusted, just confused and slightly out of breath at their proximity and how soft Mu Qing looked when he was sleeping. Feng Xin was also, unfortunately and inconveniently, experiencing quite the problem between his legs.
Morning wood happened to everyone! It didn’t have to mean anything! It was completely normal! He kept repeating it to himself while he quietly and carefully extracted himself from Mu Qing and slipped out of the bed. He looked down at the still sleeping man and stopped in his tracks; Mu Qing’s face had gone from relaxed to vaguely upset, his body curling up into the warm space that Feng Xin had just left.
Feng Xin wanted to scream at how cute it was.
Before he did something stupid like lean down and kiss the other’s man’s forehead - where did that thought even come from?? - Feng Xin escaped to the bathroom and turned the shower on high, trying desperately to calm his racing heart. He didn’t bother with cold water, knowing it wouldn’t work, and simply concentrated on washing his face and hair. It didn’t work though and Feng Xin was left with the same problem that he had before, only now he had nothing to distract him and all he could think about was how Mu Qing was still asleep in the other room and how much he wanted him to be in the shower with him, naked and just as interested.
Quickly and with no small amount of shame, Feng Xin gripped his erection and jerked off to the image of Mu Qing’s mouth wrapped around his cock, spilling against the shower wall while biting his own arm to silence the groan he tried and failed to hold in.
Once he’d finished cleaning up and had calmed his breathing, Feng Xin wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the bathroom. Mu Qing was now sitting at the little table, two plates of fruit and congee set on it alongside two mugs of hot coffee. The other man looked up from his phone just to freeze in place, his eyes going wide.
“I-” He cleared his throat, a slight pink tinge appearing at the tips of his ears. “They had complementary breakfast.”
Feng Xin tried for nonchalance as he walked over to the table and picked up the mug not in front of Mu Qing. “Thanks.” Looking at the fruit, he scrunched up his nose. “What, they didn’t have eggs or something?”
Mu Qing looked back down at his phone, his flush spreading to dust his cheeks a lovely rose. “You need to eat healthier.”
“Eggs are perfectly healthy, thank you very much!” Feng Xin argued, though he still sat down across from Mu Qing anyway, pulling the plate towards himself.
“Whatever,” the other man muttered back. “I need to wash my face.” And then he was out of his seat and practically racing to the bathroom.
Feng Xin stared at the door when it shut behind him; what was up with him? Mu Qing was usually so composed. It had been such a long time since Feng Xin had seen him lose any modicum of control, not since Feng Xin had caught him smiling at a line of ducklings following their mom at the park, years and years ago when they used to take regular walks there with Xie Lian. His stomach did a little flip at the thought that he somehow met the same criteria as literal baby ducks . And that wasn’t the only thing that made him feel strange!
The coffee, it turned out, was exactly the way Feng Xin made it for himself - perfectly sweetened with only a little cream - and the congee had little pieces of pork in it, a surprising detail considering Mu Qing’s clearly didn’t have any. Feng Xin was reminded once again of how observant Mu Qing was; hadn’t he been showing this side of himself for months now? Hadn’t Feng Xin just been wondering at this change in his not-quite-friend?
It doesn’t have to mean anything , he reminded himself. Mu Qing barely tolerates me on a good day .
When he was finished eating, Feng Xin pulled out a fresh set of clothes - his classic running shorts and a baggy sweatshirt - and sat down on the bed to drink the rest of his coffee and check his phone. Eventually, Mu Qing exited the bathroom, the hair framing his face damp.
“Took you long enough,” Feng Xin quipped.
Mu Qing glared at him. “That’s because some of us value our hygiene.”
Spluttering on his drink, Feng Xin shot back. “I literally just took a shower!
“Whatever…” Mu Qing didn’t look at him as he gathered up his things and packed them in his bag. “Let’s just get out of here; I don’t want to be late for the rehearsal dinner.”
Feng Xin decided against another comeback and instead packed up his own things and headed out the door.
They checked out at the front desk and made their way to the car. The old sedan took four tries to start and every time, Feng Xin nervously glanced over at Mu Qing, waiting for some sort of sarcastic remark, but the other man didn’t say a single thing. And then, for the next three hours of driving, all Mu Qing did was read on his phone - he never even made comments on directions! To say Feng Xin was concerned was an understatement.
“What, you got a hot date or something?” He finally asked when the silence got to be too much.
Mu Qing didn’t look up from his phone. “What the hell are you talking about.”
“You haven’t looked up from your phone since we left the motel,” Feng Xin elaborated. “Must be a real looker if they’ve got you so focused on them.”
Huffing, Mu Qing moved his gaze to Feng Xin. “I’m not talking to anyone; I’m reading an article about culpability in vehicular homicides.” He frowned. “And since when did you care if I was interested in someone or not?”
Feng Xin snorted. “I’m not - I just find it hard to believe that someone would have you so involved.”
“What, you don’t think I could have someone that interested in me?”
“No, you’re just so reserved that I would peg you for someone to get so preoccupied.” Feng Xin smirked. “It’s not like you’ve been with-”
“Are you seriously about to claim that I’m a virgin,” Mu Qing interrupted.
Feng Xin flicked his eyes over to the passenger seat; Mu Qing looked surprisingly amused. “Well, yeah - it’s not like you bring anybody back to the apartment.”
“You know I can have sex with people at their places, right?”
That...hadn’t really occurred to Feng Xin, not really. “Doesn’t matter,” he deflected. “My point is that a person would have to be a big deal if they’ve got you interested.”
Mu Qing looked out the side window. “I’m not interested in anyone.”
“What, your standards too high?” Feng Xin took another glance at Mu Qing. “Tall, smart, and with a big dick not good enough for you?” When the other man didn’t answer, Feng Xin continued. “I guess by that logic though, even I qualify, so I know that can’t be right.”
“I would really, really like to stop talking about this right now,” Mu Qing said. His cheeks were an incredible shade of pink and he was staring straight out the front windshield.
Feng Qing smirked. “What, scared I’m right?”
“No,” Mu Qing retorted, his voice slightly higher pitch than before and quieter, his blush deepening. “I just don’t need the distract-” He cut himself off with a cough.
Interesting. Confusing, sure, but very interesting. “You think I’m a distraction?”
Now Mu Qing looked decently frustrated - a reaction more familiar than how flustered he also seemed. “Like you haven’t looked in a mirror…” He was mumbling, almost like he didn’t really want Feng Xin to hear.
But hear Feng Xin did, and boy was he even more confused. “I - what - you-”
“Oh shut up,” Mu Qing growled. “You know you’re good looking - I don’t need to confirm that you’ve got a big dick too.”
It was Feng Xin’s turn to blush. “You think I’m good looking?”
Mu Qing huffed. “I think you’re a lot of things.”
There was something in the tone of Mu Qing’s voice that made Feng Xin pause; he’d never said anything like this before, had barely ever complimented him. Except, maybe that wasn’t quite true so much anymore - it sometimes came in a gruff and slightly reluctant package but recently Mu Qing had been giving small praises here and there, or little rewards when words didn’t fit:
When Feng Xin would storm out of his room, frustrated with his studies, Mu Qing would frown at him, tell him off for thinking he was anything but smart and hard working, and encourage him to keep at it; when Feng Xin came home from work, discouraged and grumpy, Mu Qing would lecture him about how integral he was to the company and that his employers were fools for not seeing it; and once, when he’d caught Feng Xin trying (and failing) to bake Xie Lian a birthday cake, Mu Qing had given him the barest hint of a smile before grunting and mumbling that he was a good friend for trying before fleeing the kitchen.
It dawned on Feng Xin that maybe Mu Qing didn’t hate him nearly as much as he thought he did. Maybe he didn’t hate Feng Xin at all.
He glanced at Mu Qing with his brows pulled together. "You like me." It wasn't a question. His eyes opened wide in sudden realization, all former bluster lost. "You like me."
Mu Qing tossed his hands in the air. "No shit, idiot!"
"Well how was I supposed to know that unless you told me??" Feng Xin accused, his head spinning. He might need to pull over soon.
Mu Qing pinched the bridge of his nose. "A-Xin, you complete and total oblivious fool, I've been telling you for months ."
Now Feng Xin was even more confused, the intimate name throwing him for another loop. " When?? "
"You know I'm not good with words," the other man answered, looking at Feng Xin pleadingly, begging him with his expression to understand.
He hadn’t really thought about it that way. Slowly, and then in one big rush, everything from the past few months slammed into Feng Xin's brain; the nightly tea, the soft passing touches, the worry over his mental and physical health - all of the times Mu Qing had taken care of him without saying anything - these were just how Mu Qing showed his feelings. Feng Xin's heart pounded in his chest, memory after memory flashing before his eyes.
"Oh fuck," he eventually breathed out.
Mu Qing huffed out a single, dry laugh. "Yeah, exactly."
“I’m so stupid.”
“Glad we can agree on that.”
“Hey!” Feng Xin felt his face heat up. “No need to pile it on.”
“No need to be as obtuse as you are,” Mu Qing shot back.
They sat in silence for several long minutes, Mu Qing refusing to look over at Feng Xin and Feng Xin’s heart refusing to calm down. There’d always been some sort of tension between them but this was different; this felt electric, like if Feng Xin moved even an inch, something would spark and everything would explode. He wasn’t used to feeling like this, especially when it came to Mu Qing. And no matter how much bluster he hid behind, he was still just as inexperienced as he’d accused Mu Qing of being before finding out that the other man wasn’t quite the virgin Feng Xin had assumed he was. How was he supposed to deal with all of this new information, especially the part where Mu Qing liked him?
Feng Xin tapped his fingers on the top of the steering wheel. “But why do you like me?” Anxiety, his old friend, stuck to the inside of his chest. “I’m not, not anything special - I’m just me .”
“You can’t be that oblivious - you really can’t be.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Mu Qing snorted. “You’re surprisingly not as into yourself as I thought, considering you can’t see what the rest of the world sees - what I see. You don’t think I notice when you come home from practice in those high cut shorts?”
“I just don’t - I can’t-” Feng Xin swallowed hard and finally glanced over at Mu Qing; the pounding of his heart only increased at the sight of the other man’s unfairly handsome profile. “But you - you’re you .”
There was a moment where Mu Qing just sat there, staring at him, brows knit together in frustration. Feng Xin felt his face heat up under the stare. Finally, with a heavy sigh, Mu Qing closed his eyes and rubbed his face with his hands.
"Gods, I can’t believe I’m into you..." he said under his breath. Before Feng Xin could snap back at him for the backhanded compliment, Mu Qing went on. "Pull over," he commanded.
Feng Xin glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "Why the fuck would I do that?"
"Because I'm gonna suck your apparently-huge cock and I'm not doing that while you're driving."
Feng Xin choked on his own breath.
“ WHAT?? ”
Mu Qing groaned in frustration. “How else am I supposed to confirm or deny your claims of substantial endowment? Or prove that I’m telling you the truth? You’re the one who got yourself into this mess, so get yourself out of it.”
Never before had Feng Xin been more confused but boy did he pull over as quickly as he safely could. As soon as the car was in park and the ignition turned off, Mu Qing grabbed the collar of Feng Xin’s sweatshirt and pulled him closer till their faces were scant inches apart.
“Can I please kiss you now,” he asked, his voice breathless.
Feng Xin nodded. “Yeah.” His words came out raspy. “Yeah, please.”
As far as first kisses went, this one was by far at the top of the best list. Feng Xin hadn’t really thought that he’d ever want to kiss Mu Qing but now that he had, everything became so much clearer - he didn’t want to stop kissing Mu Qing.
Breaking away after several minutes of heated making out over the car’s middle console, Mu Qing drags his teeth across Feng Xin’s jaw, settling his mouth against Feng Xin’s pulse point on his throat. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Oh?” Feng Xin can’t help but sound choked up. “I’m glad you - found the courage - ah!”
Mu Qing nipped at the skin below Feng Xin’s ear. “You’re the one who needed the courage to take your head out of your ass.”
For once, Feng Xin was too distracted to argue back. He thought maybe, just maybe, that was part of Mu Qing’s devious plan.
They kissed for several more minutes before Mu Qing’s hand moved from Feng Xin’s shirt to the waistband of his shorts. His long, nimble fingers paused and waited for Feng Xin’s vigorous nod, then slipped inside to wrap around the half-hard cock tucked away inside. But then Mu Qing’s whole body froze and he leaned back to stare at the tent in Feng Xin’s shorts. Slowly, carefully, he used his other hand to pull away the fabric and reveal Feng Xin’s erection; his middle finger and thumb didn’t even meet while circling around its girth.
Mu Qing’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “I - I - excuse me?? ”
“What?” A spike of worry hit Feng Xin in his gut; was something wrong with his dick?
“I can’t believe…” Mu Qing wrapped his hand tightly around Feng Xin’s cock and gave it a leisurous stroke, his eyes hungry and reverent. “I’m going to suck you off until you cum down my throat but that thing isn’t going anywhere near my ass - you’d break me.”
And then he was leaning down and sucking a little over half of Feng Xin’s cock into his mouth.
“ Holy shit- ”
Mu Qing had clearly done this before; he knew exactly how to angle his head so his teeth barely scraped Feng Xin’s shaft, his tongue was far too skilled not too have experience, and he barely gagged when he sucked the head far back enough to press against the back of his throat. He hummed and the vibrations traveled up Feng Xin’s cock and straight into his core, where pleasure like he hadn’t experienced before was quickly building.
“Grab my hair,” Mu Qing pulled away to rasp before quickly swallowing Feng Xin’s cock again, this time his lips coming within at least four inches from the base.
Feng Xin couldn’t argue against that so he tangled his fingers into Mu Qing’s beautiful black hair and tugged ever so slightly. When this elicited a long, delicious moan from the other man, Feng Xin pulled a little harder. He was rewarded with Mu Qing’s tongue doing something absolutely sinful ; he teetered on the edge of orgasm just from that alone.
“Mu Qing,” he gasped. “Mu Qing, I’m gonna - I’m close-”
Not pausing for a second, Mu Qing increased the speed at which he bobbed his head, the tip of Feng Xin’s cock hitting the back of his throat every single time. It was torture, plain and simple, and Feng Xin barely had time to groan out a warning before he was cumming, his orgasm slamming into him in waves upon waves of electric pleasure. He couldn’t help the little aborted thrusts he made up into Mu Qing’s mouth, who swallowed all of Feng Xin’s release without trouble or complaint.
“Where,” Feng Xin started, completely out of breath. “Did you learn how to do that? ”
Mu Qing sat up and wiped his mouth, a cat-like grin on his face. “Practice makes perfect.” He glanced down at Feng Xin’s spent cock and licked his lips. “The good news is that I can officially confirm you weren’t lying.”
“What?”
“About the size of your cock, dummy. And the fact that you’re unfortunately exactly my type.”
Feng Xin had to take a moment to process this news. “Oh.” The sight of a bulge in the front of Mu Qing’s leggings distracted him from his wandering thoughts. “Do you - do you want help with that,” he asked while pointedly looking at the other man’s obvious erection.
Mu Qing sat in silence for several long moments, a new look of consideration on his face. Leaning back in his seat, he reached into his backpack to dig around for a few seconds; he eventually pulled out a small clear bottle, patting his lap with his other hand and looking at Feng Xin expectantly.
“Well?” He asked. “Are you joining me or what?”
Feng Xin stared at the bottle in Mu Qing’s hand. “You packed lube? ”
Mu Qing gave him an unimpressed look. “You’re going to make fun of my preparedness now , of all times?”
Yeah, he was probably right; Feng Xin shook his head a little to clear it before hooking his hands into his waistband and shimmying out of his shorts.
It took a little finagling and cramped adjustment but they eventually were able to get into a mostly-comfortable position; Feng Xin had removed his shirt and his legs were spread across Mu Qing’s waist, knees resting on either side of Mu Qing’s muscular thighs. Mu Qing had also removed his pants, his legging bunched around one ankle; their cocks rested next to each other, Mu Qing’s hot and leaking, Feng Xin’s slowly becoming more interested the more they moved against each other.
“Have you ever done this before?” Mu Qing asked in a quiet voice.
Feng Xin shook his head, his heart beating rapidly while his mind raced. “Never even...touched myself like that.”
“Ok,” Mu Qing murmured. “We’ll go slow, and you can tell me to slow down or stop at any point, alright?”
“Alright.”
From behind him, Feng Xin heard the sound of a bottle being clicked open; he tensed up in nervous anticipation but Mu Qing used one hand to rub up and down his side in comfort. The simple touch actually managed to calm him down - Mu Qing really did know just what to do when Feng Xin was stressed, didn’t he? Once again, he proved himself to be more attentive than anyone Feng Xin had ever met before.
“I’m going to touch you now, ok?”
Reassured by Mu Qing’s comforting tone and the recent revelation that the other man was strictly interested in pleasuring him, Feng Xin nodded.
The first press of Mu Qing’s slick finger startled Feng Xin but was immediately distracted by a tongue running across one of his nipples. Before he knew it, that same finger was moving easily in and out, a low pressure building in his gut. Mu Qing, the evil man that he was, kept crooking his finger on every few thrusts, a tight spark of pleasure spiking up Feng Xin’s spine as something deep inside was teased.
“More,” he managed to moan out, and was rewarded by Mu Qing mouthing at his neck and slipping a second finger in alongside the first.
Mu Qing sucked a bruise on the underside of Feng Xin’s jaw. “You’re doing so well, A-Xin,” he whispered. “I’m going to add one more and then I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”
“ Ah! ”
The third finger stung. Not in a painful enough way to ask Mu Qing to stop but enough to make Feng Xin grimace and tuck his face into the other man’s shoulder. He’d seen the size of Mu Qing’s cock and knew that he would need all of the preparation he could get; Feng Xin’s may have been several inches bigger but that wasn’t to say that Mu Qing’s was anything to laugh at. In fact, Feng Xin was pretty sure it was going to be a little more than plenty for his first time bottoming.
Removing his fingers, Mu Qing pulled Feng Xin back far enough so he could kiss him, all languid and slow, taking his time until Feng Xin was a panting mess. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Feng Xin gasped. An overwhelming rush of affection for Mu Qing hit him and he couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss, rising up on his knees to better align the other man’s cock with his hole.
The cap of the lube was opened once more and Feng Xin heard the distinct sound of Mu Qing slicking up his cock. Then the round head of it was pressing against his entrance and Feng Xin took a deep breath, prepared himself, and let himself sink down; the first broad inch popped in and he groaned at the stretch.
“Slowly, A-Xin, slowly.” Mu Qing’s voice was strained, his hands gripped tightly to Feng Xin’s waist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Feng Xin tipped his head back, his own hands holding Mu Qing’s shoulders to steady himself as everything became all fuzzy at the edges and he lost all thoughts beyond more more more .
“So - hhh - full-”
Mu Qing’s hands gripped harder, surely leaving finger-shaped bruises that Feng Xin would obsess over for days to come. “You’re doing - so good. So good for me.”
Feng Xin didn't whimper - he didn't! - but some sort of noise escaped him as Mu Qing bottomed out, his legs tightening involuntarily on either side of Mu Qing’s thighs. He did hiccup a little though when the other man bit down near his collar bone, mouthing at the skin there, his cock twitching violently from where it was sandwiched between them, slick with its own precum. Mu Qing groaned and thrust his hips up in a slow, rolling grind, leaving rough bite marks all along Feng Xin's chest.
"You're even prettier like this," Mu Qing kissed into the side of Feng Xin's neck.
Ok, this time Feng Xin did whimper.
Slowly, he raised himself up, Mu Qing’s hands gripping bruisingly on his hips, and then just as slowly lowered himself back down. Mu Qing’s cock felt huge within him, its girth stretching Feng Xin in the most delicious way possible. Every languid thrust pressed against his prostate and little sparks lit up along his spine, eliciting filthy moans that Feng Xin could do nothing about but let out into the crook of Mu Qing’s neck where he’d hidden his face again. A car whipped by them along the highway but Feng Xin couldn’t care less - how could he when he was so full of pleasure?
Mu Qing let go of Feng Xin’s hip to pull him away and stare into his eyes. “Look at you,” he murmured roughly, his own pupils dilated. His heart beat rapidly under where Feng Xin had braced his hands on Mu Qing’s chest. “You want this so bad, don’t you?”
“I - ah - I want it-”
“It’s like you were meant to take my cock,” Mu Qing growled, long fingers gripping into the hair at the back of Feng Xin’s head and pulling just enough to make him tilt his head back and whine. This new, dangerous side of Mu Qing riled Feng Xin up in a way nothing else ever had.
Feng Xin let his mouth hang open as he panted, riding Mu Qing faster and faster. “ Please- ”
Pulling Feng Xin’s hair a little harder so he could bite down on his neck, Mu Qing chuckled. “Please what, A-Xin?”
“I-” Gasping, Feng Xin dropped himself down on the sizable cock inside him especially hard, the pressure knocking the air out of him a little. “ Nnngg please let me cum- ”
“Good boy.”
Mu Qing slipped his free hand between them and gripped Feng Xin’s leaking cock, immediately matching the rhythm of their thrusts as he pulled Feng Xin towards him so he could kiss him again. It was messy and uncoordinated and absolutely the best kiss that Feng Xin had ever experienced, including their first one not ten minutes previously. There was a ferocity with which Mu Qing kissed, similar to the way he always seemed to be glaring at Feng Xin. Reluctant roommates or not, there must have been something behind that glare that Feng Xin hadn’t quite caught on to.
“Are you gonna cum?” Mu Qing asked against his lips, sounding just as out of breath as Feng Xin was.
Unable to let out anything but little punched-out ah ah ah ’s, Feng Xin responded by quickening his pace even more. His thighs screamed and if it weren’t for his regular morning runs, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it. As it was, he was having a difficult time focusing on anything but the pressure building in his lower belly and the way Mu Qing was staring at him with such open and unrestrained awe. Sweat clung to his t-shirt but he ignored it.
Suddenly, like lightning, Feng Xin’s second orgasm of the day hit him; he came so hard that little pops of light crowded the edges of his vision and he could barely breathe, his release splattering on his belly and Mu Qing’s shirt. He didn’t stop bouncing on Mu Qing’s cock though, and the other man didn’t stop his upward thrusts either. Feng Xin let his jaw drop open and a loud keening noise spilled from his throat. He heard Mu Qing grunt as their thrusts became erratic and uneven.
“Where do you want it, A-Xin?” Mu Qing asked, sounding wrecked.
Feng Xin surged forward, their tongues tangling in a sloppy kiss. “In me - please - in me in me in me -”
With a long groan, Mu Qing thrust up once more, pulling Feng Xin down at the same time to fully sheath himself; Feng Xin felt the cock within him pulse, something hot spilling into him, Mu Qing breathing heavily into his chest as he came harshly and abruptly. Feng Xin couldn’t help but smile at the feeling - he had never felt so good in his entire life. He relaxed fully, letting his body collapse forward onto Mu Qing in exhaustion.
Minutes later, cum drying on his belly, Feng Xin slowly sat up. The cock still inside him twitched as he unintentionally clenched around it; Mu Qing groaned in response, a low fuck escaping him.
“That was…” Feng Xin couldn’t articulate what he was feeling, not in a way that could accurately describe the swirling mixture of fondness and contentedness that swirled inside his head. “Good. Really good.”
Mu Qing gave him one of his patented looks . “Just good?”
“I said really good!”
“Hmph.”
And then something happened that Feng Xin never thought would; he looked at Mu Qing, who was glaring at him even though he still had his cock up Feng Xin’s ass, and was suddenly filled with pure joy. He couldn’t help a goofy smile from erupting on his face. Surging forward, he cupped the sides of Mu Qing’s face and kissed him, laughter spilling out between their lips.
“You like me,” he practically giggled, warmth spreading from his chest to his face.
Slightly dazed, Mu Qing still managed to make a retort. “Feng Xin, we literally just fucked in your car on the side of the road-”
“You like me!” Feng Xin couldn’t care less that he interrupted - he was far too happy. “And I like you back!”
“You - what??” Now Mu Qing looked properly confused.
Feng Xin kissed him again; it just seemed like the right thing to do. “And I can’t believe I never noticed it before - I think I always kinda knew it but kept denying it because, well, it’s you and I’m me - but I like you too . So much.” He laughed out loud, grinning like an absolute fool, he was sure. “ So much .”
There was a moment where Feng Xin worried that maybe he’d done something wrong or that maybe Mu Qing wasn’t as interested as he’d said but then the other man was smiling too; it was the most beautiful thing Feng Xin had ever seen.
“That’s good,” he said, his hand coming up so he could run a thumb along Feng Xin’s bottom lip. “I really didn’t want this to be a one and done kind of thing.”
Feng Xin bit down lightly on the thumb. “It can be an everyday kind of thing, if you want.”
Chuckling, Mu Qing dipped down to rest his forehead on Feng Xin’s shoulder. “Yeah, I want that.”
They sat there, quietly breathing together, cars speeding by but completely unimportant. Feng Xin let his eyes close and enjoyed the softness of the moment, his thighs sore and skin still tingling. It was so different from all the other times he and Mu Qing had spent time together - beyond the whole having sex thing - but it really did just make sense, didn’t it? Feng Xin thought back to just two days ago when he was told that he’d be driving with Mu Qing and how upset he’d been; it turned out to be possibly the best thing to happen to him in a very long time.
But then Mu Qing shifted and Feng Xin was suddenly very aware that there was still a large cock inside him, cum and all.
“Next time,” he complained. “Next time, you’re cumming somewhere easier to clean up.”
Mu Qing smacked his arm. “You asked for it!”
Ah, yes - some normalcy; Feng Xin knew things would be alright from here.