Behind Office Doors; krislay // oneshot // NC17
Behind Office Doors
NC17
Kris/Lay
Yixing lands a job at a firm and realises that Yifan, someone from high school, is his new boss.
Graphic sex, use of sex toys
Originally written for runandgun 2013.
24-year-old Zhang Yixing sits by his kitchen counter, dressed in only his bath robe and a mug of coffee in hand. His hair is wet from the shower a few minutes ago but he can't be bothered to dry it himself. He stares down at his fingers wrapped around the mug, thinking back about the night before. He had gone to a club again, despite his best friend Luhan’s warning. Yixing hadn’t drunk that much to actually be drunk, but he had been tipsy and that was enough for him to allow a stranger whom he had been grinding against on the dance floor follow him back home. Yixing had allowed said stranger into his bed and had undoubtedly enjoyed the night, but there is always that one man lingering in the back of his mind.
Back in his high school days, Yixing had decided to experiment with men after realising that he was getting bored of chasing skirts. There were a few that had pleased him, but there was one that left an impression so deep Yixing had thought about him day and night. There had been no one else that made him feel as good as that man did, and it came to a point where Yixing had developed feelings for him although it was already agreed in the beginning that they were no more than friends with benefits.
A phone ringing snaps Yixing out of his thoughts and he shuffles to where the phone is lying on the coffee table in his living room, leaving his mug on the counter. He takes one look at the caller id and wonders if he had done anything wrong to receive this call so early in the morning.
“It’s seven, Lulu.”
“How wasted are you?” Yixing hears the concern in Luhan’s voice and softens.
“I’m perfectly fine.”
"Fine enough to remember that you start your new job in approximately two hours?"
Yixing curses under his breath as he glances at the date printed on the front page of the newspaper lying on the table. He had totally forgotten.
"Shit, Lu, I'll call you back later."
Yixing hangs up without waiting for Luhan's response, throwing the phone at the couch where it lands with a soft thud. He walks towards his bedroom while untying the knot around his waist and let the robe fall to the floor afterwards. Yixing goes through his closet carefully, seeing how he still has an hour before he needs to leave and catch the subway to his new office thirty minutes away.
“The first impression is important,” Yixing mutters to himself, picking out a pair of black slacks and a blue shirt. He slips them on and proceeds to his dresser to style his hair. Running his gel-slicked fingers through his hair, Yixing decides that he looks good enough for a first day at a new office. He throws his wallet, phone and writing materials into a small shoulder bag, just in case he needs to take any pointers on how to do his job.
Yixing refills his mug with more coffee and gulps it down in one mouthful, leaving it in the sink when he’s done and grabbing an apple from the fruit basket. He bites into it as he ties up his shoelaces and leaves his apartment, locking the door behind him.
The streets just outside Yixing’s apartment, which is conveniently located near a subway station, is busy, with people walking up and down to get to their offices on time. Yixing joins them, and he hopes that he won’t be late because he only has 45 minutes left to get to the office and he isn’t quite sure on where he’s supposed to report exactly.
He should have listened to Luhan and skipped the club yesterday because now he feels slightly lost.
Yixing hops on the subway anyway and reaches his office building half an hour later. He stops by the doors, taking a huge breath, before he steps into the building and makes his way to the reception, where he assumes he will be able to get all the help he needs.
“Hi, I’m Zhang Yixing,” he introduces himself. “I’m new…”
Yixing raises his eyebrows in question when the grey-haired lady behind the desk starts typing at her keyboard the second he mentions his name. They must have been expecting him, he guesses.
“Take that elevator on the right and go on up to the eighth floor. Someone will be waiting for you.”
Yixing leaves after a slight bow of his head, taking off in the direction the lady had pointed to. He notices someone taller and dressed way better than he was waiting for the elevator, so he waits for the next one while fiddling with his phone. He has half a mind to contact the person he had slept with last night (whose number was scribbled on the notepad on Yixing’s bedside table) but Yixing decides to leave it to after office hours.
Taking the elevator up to the eighth floor, Yixing tries to calm down by whispering words of comfort to himself, but that doesn’t do much. He takes out his phone and dials in a number he has memorised by heart, and the one on the other end of the line picks up after the first ring.
“Let me guess, you’re in the elevator right now and you’re scared. Xing, you’ll do fine. Nothing to be nervous about,” Luhan comforts him, already knowing how nervous Yixing is. “Nothing will go wrong. Well, unless your boss is you-know-who.”
Yes, Yixing does know who Luhan is talking about and that someone happens to be the person he was thinking of just this morning.
“What are the odds of him working in a normal firm? Thanks, Lu, you know me so well.”
“Anytime, buddy. And there’s that ding. Off you go. Call me later,” Luhan hangs up.
Yixing smiles to himself as he pockets his phone, grateful that Luhan always has a way to bring his mood up. Yixing steps out of the elevator and is greeted by a man taller than him, with a thin frame and bright pink hair.
“Oh,” Yixing gasps, recognising him at once.
“You,” the man starts, smirking. “Nice to see you again, especially after last night,” he continues, stepping forward and into Yixing’s personal bubble.
“Sehun,” Yixing breathes, letting the other man trail his finger down Yixing’s arm. “Not here.”
“You already know my name, but let’s start fresh. I’m Oh Sehun, and I’m a secretary under Kim Joonmyun, one of the managing directors here. You’ll be under the other managing director. He’s already here so I’ll introduce you to him after I give you a tour of this floor.”
Yixing falls into step next to Sehun as he walks along the office hallways, pointing out the different areas, where the other office cubicles are and who they belong to. Yixing takes a mental note of where the pantry is just in case he needs something to munch on. They stop in front of a white door with a gold plate, and Yixing knows it’s time for him to meet his boss.
Sehun knocks briefly and opens the door, leading Yixing inside. Yixing immediately lowers his eyes and bows his head slightly.
“Mr Wu, this is your new secretary, Zhang Yixing. Yixing, meet your new boss, Mr Wu Yifan.”
Yixing freezes in his spot, eyes still lowered. His hands begin to tremble, and he tries to get a grip by clutching onto his bag strap tighter. He simply cannot believe his ears, so he quickly comes to a conclusion that he needs to check with his own eyes if his new boss is really Wu Yifan.
“P-please t-t-take care of m-me,” Yixing stutters, bowing nearly ninety degrees before standing straight back up.
With curses flying through his head, Yixing lets his eyes roam the face of his equally shocked boss before lowering them again. It is really Wu Yifan. Wu Yifan from his high school.
“I’m Wu Yifan, basketball captain. You have very pretty eyes.”
Yixing wonders if Yifan still finds them pretty now.
“Hey, we get along pretty well. It’s like we click without even trying.” Yifan grinned, wrapping his arm around Yixing’s shoulder.
Yixing somehow doubts that they still have that connection.
Yifan slammed Yixing up against his locker, lips finding their way to suck at the sensitive skin near Yixing’s collarbone. Yixing let out a soft moan, fingers raking at smooth expanse of Yifan’s muscular back.
Yixing shuts his eyes, willing his mind to stop bringing back such memories.
“I’ll let you two get acquainted,” Sehun smiles, bringing his hand up to Yixing’s ass for a quick squeeze before pushing him forward, towards Yifan.
Sehun walks out and closes the door behind him, leaving Yixing and Yifan alone in Yifan’s office. Yixing keeps his gaze on the carpeted floor, not entirely brave enough to look up. He hears Yifan standing up and instantly feels small.
“Zhang Yixing? Are you really…?” Yifan trails off, seeking confirmation.
“Yes.”
“Um, wow, it’s been really long,” Yifan clears his throat, fingers playing with his tie.
Yixing looks up and notices that Yifan is the man he saw taking the elevator before he did and he thanks himself for not putting himself in such an awkward situation earlier. Yixing also notices that Yifan had gotten considerably bigger and more attractive in the past five years they haven’t seen each other.
“I saw Sehun, um, you know,” Yifan starts, his hand making grabbing motions in the air. “Do you two have something go-”
“I like to keep my personal life separate from work,” Yixing cuts him off.
“Right,” Yifan gives in, slipping his hand into his front pocket.
“I’m excited to work with you,” Yixing clears the awkward air with a warm smile directed at Yifan, who is caught by surprise but returns the smile regardless.
“Same here. This may seem pretty fast but would you like to go for a drink after work? My treat. To, you know, celebrate, or something.”
“I’d love to,” Yixing agrees, inwardly laughing at how Yifan seems so nervous.
Yixing watches Yifan’s movements as he reaches for a file of papers on his desk and walks towards him. Taking the folder into his hands, Yixing briefly glances through it and realises that it’s Yifan’s schedule.
“Can you get my morning coffee, please? I like it with milk and sugar. Like last time,” Yifan requests, and Yixing nods without a moment’s hesitation.
Of course Yixing remembers how Yifan likes his coffee. They used to buy them together all the time.
Yixing excuses himself from the room and makes sure its door is shut tightly before he heaves a big sigh. That was extremely awkward in Yixing’s opinion but he cannot deny that seeing Yifan again made his heart skip a few beats, just like before they lost contact five years ago. He places his bag on the desk outside Yifan’s office, assuming that it’s for his use. He stalks towards the pantry and whips up a cup of coffee as quickly as possible since he doesn’t want Yifan to wait any longer.
He brings the cup back to Yifan’s office and places it carefully on his desk, smiling when he sees Yifan on the phone with his eyebrows furrowed. Yixing thinks that he could get used to this. He could get used to seeing Yifan every day, even if their relationship is strictly boss and employee. But Yixing also thinks that it may be very unhealthy for his heart.
Yixing walks towards the washroom, bringing his phone along with him. He dials the same number he dialled earlier and puts the phone to his ear after he’s sat down on a closed toilet.
“Yes, Xing?” Luhan answers the phone after the second ring.
“Fuck you, Lu, why did you have to curse me by mentioning Yifan?”
“Don’t tell me he’s really your boss?” Yixing could hear Luhan holding in his laughter on the end of the line and he almost wants to punch him in the face.
“Yes, he is. What were the odds?” Yixing sighs, drawing circles on the cubicle wall. “Lu, I’m fucked.”
“Your feelings are returning, aren’t they?”
Yixing softens at how well Luhan can read him inside and out. He doesn’t have to tell Luhan anything because Luhan will know before he does anyway.
“Maybe,” Yixing mumbles, toying with the roll of toilet paper beside him.
“Xing, I’d love to talk, but I have a deadline in two hours. I’ll see you after you get off?” Yixing can hear Luhan’s quick typing on his computer keyboard, and Yixing feels guilty for calling him during office hours.
“Can’t. I’m going out with Yifan for a drink. He wants to celebrate or something. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck with your deadline,” he rejects the offer, even though he wants to see his best friend badly to just sit and talk and maybe share a tub of ice cream for comfort.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Luhan agrees, quickly ending the call without waiting for a response.
Yixing stands up and dusts off his clothes before leaving the cubicle, walking face first into a wall of muscles and soft grey and white cotton. He feels himself fall backwards and braces himself for a hard fall, but two hands wrap around both his wrists and he’s back up again. He blinks the shock out of his eyes but faces another bigger shock when he looks up.
“Yifan,” he gasps.
“I’d prefer it if you call me Mr Wu when we’re in the office, Yixing,” Yifan raises his eyebrow, hands still around Yixing’s wrists.
“Sorry,” Yixing smiles sheepishly, tugging his wrists from Yifan’s grip.
“It doesn’t leave a very good impression when you sneak off to the washroom for a personal phone call,” Yifan frowns.
“How much did you hear?”
“Nearly everything. I take it that you and Luhan are still best buddies,” Yifan comments, coolly stepping back and slipping his hands into his front pockets.
“Yeah… we are,” Yixing answers. “Why didn’t I hear you come in? There should have been some noise.”
“I’m a gentle giant. Anyway, there’s a bunch of papers on your desk. I need you to file them according to date, then put yourself in my schedule as tonight’s dinner appointment,” Yifan grins towards the end of his sentence.
Yixing rolls his eyes and pushes past Yifan, washing his hands before leaving Yifan in the washroom alone. He gets to his desk and settles himself down in his chair, eyeing the pile of papers stacked on his desk blankly. Just a while ago, he and Yifan were all awkward with each other after five years of no contact, but now he finds himself getting comfortable around him. He didn’t have to doubt their connection, after all.
“Stop smiling to yourself and get to work,” Yifan calls out, walking past Yixing’s desk to get to his own office.
“Yes, boss!”
Taking the first pile into his hands, Yixing works swiftly. He sorts them by dates, and neatly stacks the files at the side of his desk. He finishes them in two hours, and then puts Yifan’s schedule into his own mobile so he can always have the schedule ready. What Yixing doesn’t do, though, is to put himself down as Yifan’s dinner appointment. He does spend his hours looking for something to do, because he finds it really boring without anything to occupy him.
“You and Mr Wu seem to have clicked well,” Sehun comments, appearing next to Yixing and scaring the living daylights out of the latter.
“Don’t do that, jeez,” Yixing whines while clutching at his chest.
Sehun perches himself at the corner of Yixing’s desk and stares down at the boy in his chair with a smirk on his face. Yixing peers up at him curiously, tilting his head to one side and leaning back in his swivel chair.
“We’re getting off work soon. If you want, we can have a repeat of last night’s events,” Sehun suggests with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t think so,” Yixing smiles sweetly, looking past Sehun’s shoulder.
“Why not?”
“Because he’s not yours, Oh Sehun. Get back to work,” Yifan chides.
Startled by Yifan’s sudden intrusion, Sehun hops down from Yixing’s table and turns to stare at the managing director. Yifan has his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed, staring at Sehun.
“And please leave your flirting to after office hours and outside office walls,” Yifan adds.
Yixing is amused at the way Yifan is helping him, and he doesn’t try to hide it. He smiles at Yifan after Sehun leaves the both of them, but Yifan merely scowls.
“I’m serious, Yixing, flirt elsewhere.”
“I didn’t do anything, Sehun started it all.”
Yifan rubs at his temples when Yixing grins cheekily at him, accepting defeat. He glances at the clock and notices that it’s nearly time for them to clock off. He loosens the knot of his tie and gestures for Yixing to look at the time.
“Time flew past too fast today,” Yixing comments, grinning.
Yifan goes back to his office and grabs his suit jacket and his briefcase with Yixing watching his every move. Yixing packs up his own belongings and waits for Yifan by the elevator, which they take down to the building lobby. The elevator ride is silent. It is more comfortable than it is awkward, and Yixing likes that a lot.
“Where are we going?”
“I know of a bar somewhere near my apartment. Really good place,” Yifan suggests, gazing down at Yixing.
“I’m fine with whatever. You’re the one getting the tab, after all.”
Yifan playfully glares when Yixing beams up at him. They take a twenty-minute cab ride down to where the bar is. Yifan pays for the fare and steps out before Yixing does, holding the door open for him.
“How gentlemanly, Yifan,” Yixing teases.
“Always have been.”
The pair step into the bar and choose a booth at a corner where no one can really see them. Yifan orders them both a beer to start off with, to which Yixing protests because he wants a cocktail instead. Yifan gets Yixing that cocktail he wants and is rewarded with a toothy smile.
“So, Yixing, what have you been up to since we graduated?” Yifan starts the conversation slow.
“Nothing much. Went to college and got a degree in music, but music isn’t exactly paying my bills now. What happened to basketball, you big jock?”
“Same reason,” Yifan chuckles, putting his mug down and leaning back against the cushioned sofa.
Yixing’s eyes, on their own accord, roam up and down Yifan’s muscled torso. Yixing notices how Yifan’s arm muscles flex with every single movement, no matter how small. His eyes travel south and Yixing has to catch himself before he lets himself get carried away. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for Yixing, Yifan had been watching him all that time.
“Yixing, come here,” Yifan starts, patting the space next to him.
Yixing hesitates for a moment before sliding closer, his and Yifan’s arms touching. He can smell Yifan’s cologne from where he is, and he decides that he likes it. It seems to suit Yifan perfectly.
“Like what you see?” Yifan whispers into Yixing’s ear.
In response, Yixing grabs his cocktail and downs it all, hoping for it to be strong enough to intoxicate him. It isn’t, but Yifan doesn’t need to know that, because what matters is that Yixing’s lips are on his the next second.
Yifan stills for a moment before he throws out all rational thoughts and wraps his arm around Yixing’s waist, responding eagerly. Yixing presses himself closer and into the kiss, nearly climbing up Yifan’s lap. Deciding to help Yixing, Yifan pulls him up onto his lap and holds him tight, letting Yixing kiss the life out of him. Yifan’s hands roam around, going down south to cup Yixing’s butt cheeks which results in a soft moan from the boy.
Yixing pulls away and lets his lips travel down Yifan’s neck, kissing and sucking at the skin to leave bite marks. He bites at the skin near Yifan’s collar bone and sucks on it afterwards to ease the pain when he hears Yifan let out a low soft yelp.
“Not here, Yixing,” Yifan breathes heavily, arms still around Yixing’s waist.
“Where’s your apartment?” Yixing mumbles against Yifan’s neck.
“Three-minute walk from here.”
Yifan grabs his briefcase in one hand and Yixing’s hand with the other, dragging both of them to the counter where Yifan quickly settles the bill with Yixing clinging on to his side. The pair hurriedly walk down the street, eager to get back to Yifan’s apartment. Once they were in the elevator, Yixing presses Yifan up against the wall and peppers kisses down his neck, fingers dancing along his neck. Yifan groans and grabs at Yixing’s hips, pushing them against his. The friction did little to ease them.
“Your key code,” Yixing prompts when they reach Yifan’s apartment after much difficulty - they couldn’t get their hands off each other.
Yifan keys them in and the door swings open, and that’s when Yixing takes matters into his own hands. He drops his bag and takes Yifan’s briefcase to fling it somewhere else. He kisses Yifan on the lips, distracting him as he pushes him towards the one door Yixing assumes is Yifan’s bedroom. Yixing’s fingers deftly unbutton Yifan’s shirt, pushing them off his strong shoulders. Yifan groans into his mouth when Yixing lightly brushes his hand over Yifan’s crotch, where the fabric was already straining.
The door to Yifan’s bedroom opens and after getting the both of them in, Yixing kicks it close with his foot. He pushes Yifan down on the bed and steps back, smirking down at Yifan. Yixing takes off his stop teasingly slowly and giggles when he hears Yifan growl.
“Don’t tease, Yixing.”
Yixing’s fingers stop at the top of his own waistband and he locks eyes with Yifan and he pushes his pants and underwear down to his feet in one swift move. He’s already rock hard, and his cock is curved beautifully against his stomach. Yifan licks his lips at the sight and beckons Yixing forward with his hand, and the other boy easily follows Yifan’s orders.
Yifan wraps his hand around Yixing’s cock the moment the other is on top of him, his mouth finding purchase on any expanse of skin. Yixing moans at the feeling of Yifan’s hand on him, and bucks his hips forward for more of the delicious friction. Yifan’s thumb swipes at the tip of Yixing’s erection, where pearly white pre-cum is already oozing out. He brings it up to his mouth for an experimental taste and finds out that Yixing tastes almost the same as he did back when they were in high school.
Hands scramble for Yifan’s zipper and Yixing finally manages to pull them off, and Yifan’s boxer briefs followed soon after. Yixing sits back on his heels and takes in the sight before him, a sight he hasn’t seen for five years already. Yifan has stronger thighs and torso now, and his cock is still as big as Yixing remembers it to be. It’s curved against his stomach, angry red and leaking pre-cum, begging to be touched. It twitches under Yixing’s gaze, and Yixing lets a smirk grow on his face.
Yixing climbs up Yifan’s body, starting to lick at his neck. He works his way down while purposefully avoiding the sensitive areas around Yifan’s nipples. Yixing stops at the hips, slowly licking at the pelvic bone and ignoring where Yifan needs attention most. Fingers twirl themselves in Yixing’s hair and Yixing finds himself forcefully being pulled to Yifan’s red erection, which he gives a kittenish lick.
Yifan throws his head back when Yixing takes him into his mouth, sucking at the head of his cock. Yixing knows how to work his tongue, and Yifan helps him by holding his head in place. Soft moans leave Yifan’s mouth, and Yifan nearly yells when Yixing takes him in whole. Yixing’s mouth is so warm, and tight when he hollows his cheeks. Yifan discovers that he misses this a lot.
If not for Yixing’s hands firmly holding Yifan’s hips down, Yifan would have fucked up into Yixing’s pretty little mouth. The heat surrounding his cock is nearly unbearable as Yixing bobs his head up and down at a constant pace, using his tongue occasionally and letting his teeth graze the skin lightly.
“Fuck, Yixing, you’re so good,” Yifan compliments, head thrown back against the headboard.
Yixing suddenly lets Yifan’s cock fall out of his mouth with an exaggerated pop, and the other almost cries at the loss of heat and contact. Yixing reaches over to Yifan’s bedside table and opens the drawer, and just as he thought, finding a bottle of lube. He uncaps it and smears a large amount on his fingers as he sits on the bed. He’s facing Yifan, legs spread wide open and Yifan has a clear view of his puckered pink hole.
As a finger slides into himself, Yixing lets out a low whimper. He thrusts the finger in and out, sliding in another one when one isn’t enough. Yixing scissors himself open, fully aware that Yifan is watching him. Yixing closes his eyes and his mouth falls open when his finger hits that one spot in him that nearly has him coming undone.
Yixing hears a soft rustle of the sheets before he feels a foreign digit at his entrance. Yifan’s fingers are much longer and thicker than his own, so Yixing withdraws his hand and lets Yifan do all the work. Yifan pushes Yixing down on his back and climbs on top, fingers pressing deep into him. He prods around and he knows he has hit jackpot when Yixing arches his back and cries out, fucking himself back onto Yifan’s hand.
“S-stop, I’m c-close,” Yixing whimpers, nearly breathless.
Yifan pulls his fingers out, and Yixing flips him around on his back. Lube is applied to his cock in thick layers by small hands, and Yifan uses an arm to cover his eyes while biting his lip. Yixing straddles Yifan, positioning his hole right on top of Yifan’s cock. Slowly lowering himself, Yixing holds in his screams as he’s being filled. Yifan, on the other hand, places his hands on Yixing’s hips and tries not to force him down.
When Yifan is fully inside Yixing, he lets the smaller boy adjust to his size. It’s been quite a while since they got together and it no doubt hurt, if the pained expression on Yixing’s face is anything to go by. Yifan tries his hardest to not just thrust up, the tight warmth around his dick messing with his head.
Yixing puts his hands on Yifan’s torso and lifts himself up until only the head of Yifan’s dick is in him before slamming back down. Both men let out simultaneous guttural groans and Yixing wants more. Yixing’s thighs tremble with the effort of holding himself up as he bounces on Yifan’s cock, but it is perfectly okay if it meant being fucked like this after a long time. No one has made him feel so full after Yifan.
Yifan flips them over, lifting Yixing’s leg over his shoulder. The new angle allows space for Yifan to thrust in deeper and that’s exactly what he does. He pounds Yixing into the bed, desperate to find his spot and for release.
“Found it,” Yifan smiles the moment Yixing screams.
“There, Yifan, there!”
Yifan shifts his hips so he’s hitting Yixing’s spot directly, picking up the pace as he feels the familiar pool of heat at the bottom of his stomach. Yixing reaches up and pulls Yifan down to him, their lips meeting in a sloppy wet kiss.
“I’m close,” Yixing whispers into Yifan’s ear, biting at the lobe afterwards.
It takes only a few final thrusts for Yifan to come, blinding white light and Yixing’s tight heat milking him dry. He wraps his hand around Yixing’s cock and jerks him off, making Yixing release his own cum after only a few strong strokes. Yifan grabs a few pieces of tissue to clean up the white mess on Yixing’s stomach, throwing them into the bin afterwards and falling next to Yixing on the bed.
“After five years… that was amazing,” Yifan pants, still catching his breath.
“Yeah…” Yixing trails off, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Yifan, would you want to, you know, continue what we had back in school?”
Yifan would have missed the question if he wasn’t listening closely because Yixing had been barely audible.
“Yes.”
Yixing smiles as he turns to face Yifan, shifting closer and makes himself comfortable in Yifan’s arms before the two fall asleep to the sounds of each other’s slow breathing.
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Yixing jolts awake to the sun rays shining on his face, instinctively using his arm to block the light. In the process, he accidentally elbows Yifan in the jaw and wakes him up. Yifan groans and turns his head the other way.
“I’m so sorry!”
Yifan opens his eyes slowly and is greeted by a guilty Yixing, nervously biting on his lips.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yifan waves it off as he sits up in bed.
Yifan notices that Yixing is looking away and he realises why. They are both still as naked as the day they were born, and Yifan finds it cute that Yixing is embarrassed even after what they had done the previous night.
“Yixing,” Yifan whispers into Yixing’s ear seductively, teeth grazing the ear lobe.
Yixing shivers, unconsciously leaning back in Yifan’s embrace. Before he could even get a grip of the situation, Yifan is pulling Yixing towards the shower for another mind-blowing round.
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“Yixing, please come into my office,” Yifan asks through the phone.
It’s been a few weeks since they fell back into their routine and Yixing finds himself enjoying it more than he should. Yifan takes him home nearly every day, but unlike their first time, Yixing always goes home after their rounds. Staying for the morning after means there are risks of being attached, and Yixing wants to avoid that as much as possible.
“Lock the door,” Yifan demands the moment Yixing steps through it.
Yixing does and he knows what’s coming. He walks towards Yifan and automatically drops to his knees, seeing how Yifan already has his pants and briefs down. This has happened twice already, but Yixing is always eager to please.
Yixing takes the head of Yifan’s cock into his mouth and sucks lightly, his hand gripping the base. His hands squeezes the base as Yixing licks at the head. Yifan’s fingers are clutching tightly on his hair and forces Yixing to take in more of him. Yixing lets his jaw fall open as he takes in Yifan’s length as much as he can, saliva dripping all over. It’s fine, though, Yifan likes it wet and sloppy.
Yixing ignores his gag reflex as he deep throats Yifan, his lips meeting the soft curls of hair at the base. The warmth is incredible, and Yifan pulls back before pushing himself in again. He thrusts his hips into Yixing’s mouth slowly, hands still in Yixing’s hair.
Yifan shuts his eyes when Yixing’s hands come up to play with his balls, caressing and squeezing fondly. He continues his slow thrusting, not wanting to harm Yixing in any way. Yixing, however, clearly has different ideas when he suddenly pulls back a little and hollows his cheeks, sucking obscenely. Yixing’s hand covers what his mouth can’t, and his other hand goes up and down Yifan’s thigh with feather-like touches.
Yifan bites his lip as he empties into Yixing’s mouth after several hard sucks and strokes, trying to keep the noise to the bare minimum. Yixing swallows nearly all of Yifan’s cum, some dripping down the sides of his mouth. Yifan wipes at that with a piece of tissue and then pulls Yixing back up to his feet.
“I have a reward for you,” Yifan grins after putting on his pants.
“Oh?” Yixing asks, surprised.
Yifan pulls out something which Yixing recognises as a butt plug. Yixing widens his eyes in disbelief and takes a step back.
“In the office?”
“Yes,” Yifan smirks.
Yixing barely has a say and Yifan pulls him by the hips and bends him over the desk. Yifan single-handedly pulls Yixing’s pants down and shoves the butt plug up his asshole after covering it in lube. Making sure that it is secure, Yifan puts Yixing’s pants back on for him. Yixing doesn’t feel that much different, except that now there’s something in his ass that he can’t get out.
“There’s not much difference,” Yixing comments.
“That’s not the only thing.”
Yixing falls forward and uses Yifan to stabilise himself. The butt plug starts vibrating in his ass and Yixing has a hard time holding in his moans. Yifan swallows them for him with his lips.
“Not bad, right?” Yifan asks after pulling away.
“This is torture,” Yixing whines.
Yifan only pats his ass lovingly and pushes him towards the door, where Yixing shows himself the way out. He quickly makes it to his desk and takes out a cushion to hide his raging hard on. Sparing a glance at the clock, Yixing lets his head fall to his desk when he realises he has one hour more to go before he can leave the office.
“What are you hiding there?” Sehun pops up from the side, scaring Yixing once more.
“I told you to stop doing that!”
Yixing bites on his lip hard as moans threaten to tear through his lips. Sehun eyes him suspiciously before going back to his own desk. Yixing is about to go to the washroom to relieve himself when he receives a text message.
Don’t even think about relieving yourself. One hour more. - Yifan
Yixing leans back in his chair in defeat and plots several plans to get revenge back at Yifan, but he comes up with nothing because the vibrating butt plug seated in his ass is currently doing things to his head. Yixing gives up on completing office work and just sits in his chair, willing for the hour to pass by quickly.
At six on the dot, everyone leaves the office. No one likes to spend more time than required, anyway. Yixing, as a secretary, can’t leave until Yifan does, and today Yifan is taking longer than usual to leave. Cursing at Yifan in his head, Yixing walks awkwardly towards Yifan’s door. He is about to knock when the door opens.
“Yes, Yixing?”
“Help me,” Yixing pleads, holding onto the lapels of Yifan’s suit jacket.
Yixing reaches up to let their lips meet. Teeth and tongue crash but Yixing doesn’t care. He needs relief.
Pulling away, Yifan smirks as he bends Yixing over his desk. He nearly rips the pants apart, and reaches out for the vibrating butt plug. Yixing lets out a prolonged low moan as Yifan slowly takes it out from him, relishing in the wonderful noises Yixing is making.
“You’re ready for me,” Yifan states, smacking Yixing’s ass once.
“Fuck me already,” Yixing cries, his erection hard against his belly.
“As you wish.”
Yifan lubes himself up quickly and pushes into Yixing with one hard thrust, Yixing crying out his name. Yifan immediately starts thrusting, hand reaching over to take hold of Yixing’s cock.
“How are you still so tight?” Yifan grunts, picking up the pace.
Yifan strokes Yixing’s cock at the same pace he’s thrusting into him, the pleasure overwhelming and overtaking his senses. Yifan pistons himself in and out, going harder when Yixing screams his name.
“Yifan, I-,” Yixing stutters as he reaches his high, spilling into Yifan’s hand.
Yifan reaches his peak a few seconds after Yixing, emptying himself into Yixing’s hole. He thrusts a few more times to let Yixing milk him dry before pulling out, cock limp.
“We should use toys more often,” Yifan suggests, cleaning themselves up.
“Not in the office, no.”
++
“Yifan, I won’t be coming to the office today,” Yixing tells him over the phone.
“Why?”
“I caught the flu bug. It’s been going around. I can’t even get out of bed.”
Yixing holds the phone away from his face as he coughs into his hand. He feels really horrible and all he wants is a hot bowl of porridge and someone to fuss over him. Sadly, he lives alone and Luhan has yet another deadline, though he has promised to drop by after.
“Take care, Yixing,” Yifan briefly replies before hanging up.
Yixing shrugs it off, ignoring the slight ache in his chest at the quick reply. He tries to get out of bed, but his limbs are so weak he can’t even hold himself up properly. Yixing accepts the fact that he’s bed ridden for the day, and pulls the blanket up to his chin before falling asleep again.
When Yixing wakes up, he’s greeted by the smell of a hot bowl of porridge. He thinks it’s his mind messing with him because it’s only four in the afternoon (he checked the clock) and Luhan doesn’t end work until six. Suddenly afraid, Yixing forces himself up and hobbles towards the door.
“What are you doing? You should be in bed,” Yixing’s guest reprimands him.
Yixing rubs his eyes and is taken aback when he sees Yifan standing in front of him, frilly pink apron and all. He spots a bowl of porridge sitting on the kitchen counter and his stomach growls.
“Oops,” Yixing smiles sheepishly, keeping his head down.
“Go back. I’ll bring it to you.”
Yixing limps back to his bed, feeling all too weak to walk normally. Yifan follows after him with the bowl of porridge, a glass of water and some pills.
“How did you get in here?” Yixing asks once he’s comfortable in bed once more.
“Luhan told me,” Yifan grins. “Now, open up.”
Yixing opens his mouth and swallows the spoonful of porridge Yifan just fed him. He feels warm all over, and it’s not just because of the porridge. He knows there’s something more to it.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Joonmyun’s got me covered, no worries.”
As Yifan continues feeding him, Yixing realises that it’s been nearly three months since they rekindled their relationship. Yixing also knows that the feelings he’s harbouring for Yifan no longer are the type friends would have for each other. He used to think that he’s fucked for having such feelings when they agreed on a strict friends-for-benefits relationship only, but now that Yifan is doing all this for him, Yixing thinks he might stand a chance.
“Yixing, listen, please don’t mistake this as anything else. I’m only doing this because you’re my secretary. No strings attached, remember?”
Oh.
Yixing hears his little paper boat of hope being crushed.
“Yeah, I know,” Yixing lies through his teeth. “Yifan, thanks for coming. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow if I feel better.”
Yifan nods, pats Yixing on the head and takes his leave. Yixing waits for his apartment door to be shut before he lets the tears he’s been holding in roll down his face. To think that he actually stood a chance.
“If there are no strings attached, why the fuck are you doing all this for me?” Yixing mutters to himself, wrapping his arms around his knees.
Yixing spends the next hour sitting in bed, staring blankly into space, until Luhan comes to his rescue.
“Xingxing?”
Yixing looks up to his best friend’s face, red hair and a worried expression.
“I’m so sorry, Xing, I shouldn’t have given him your key code. I just wanted to-”
“Lu, it’s okay. He did take care of me…” Yixing trails.
Luhan sits down beside Yixing in bed, a comforting arm going around his shoulders.
“He said he only took care of me because I’m his secretary, and he reminded me of our no strings attached deal,” Yixing explains, nearly choking on his tears.
Luhan takes Yixing into his arms and rests his chin on Yixing’s shoulder, rubbing his back soothingly. He knows Yixing needs nothing but comfort, and he’s happy to give it to him. The only thing Luhan cannot comprehend is Yifan’s stupidity.
“I told you, Lu, I’m fucked. I knew that since the first day,” Yixing sobs.
“Do you want to go on a break with me?”
Yixing sees that Luhan is being sincere because he knows Luhan knows what he needs. Yixing considers it in his head, and he decides that yes, it would be good for him to go on a break and leave Yifan behind.
++
Yifan walks into his office a few days later and expects to see Yixing sitting at his desk and waiting for his morning coffee, but the boy wasn’t there.
“How is it possible that he’s been down for five days already?” Yifan mutters to himself, entering his office.
Sitting on his office desk is a rectangular white envelope with a yellow post-it attached to it.
This is from Yixing. - Sehun
Yifan raises an eyebrow, removing the post-it. His eyes widen at the familiar three characters written on the front of the envelope and rips it open. A single sheet of paper falls out and he grabs it, skimming through its written content before running out of his office.
“Sehun, where did you get this?”
“Yixing dropped by earlier this morning and left it on my desk.”
Yifan curses under his breath and fishes out his mobile phone, keying in Yixing’s number and putting it to his ear.
No answer.
He tries Luhan.
No answer, either.
“Fuck,” Yifan cusses, sitting down in his office and lets his head hang. “Yixing, where are you?”
++
Yixing exits the elevator with his luggage in tow, back from his two-week break in Jeju with Luhan. He feels a lot better than he did before he left, and he feels like he can finally try to get over Yifan because he will never stand a chance.
Until he reaches his apartment door and recognises the man sitting down in front of it.
“Yifan?” Yixing asks, his voice soft.
Yifan looks up and his concerned expression immediately turns into a relieved one.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Looking for me? Didn’t you get any while I was gone?”
Yixing misses the heartbroken look on Yifan’s face. He pushes past Yifan and tries to key in his door code, but his hands are trembling and his tears are collecting beneath his eyelids and he can barely see anything.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Yifan, but I want to end this friends-with-benefits relationship we have,” Yixing chokes out, still trying to key in the correct code to his apartment.
“So do I.”
Yixing pauses, hand dropping to his side. He curls his hands up into fists, turning around to face Yifan. Yifan is taken aback by Yixing’s red eyes and tears freely streaming down his face.
“You could have done it over text. You didn’t have to come here.”
There’s something off about Yixing’s tone and expression, and it doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s mad and disappointed.
“I want to end it because I don’t want to be just friends. Yixing… I’m trying to tell you that I like you. A lot.”
Yixing widens his eyes and stares into Yifan’s own brown orbs, absorbing Yifan’s words. Yifan reaches his hands up to wipe at the tears on Yixing’s face. He plants a soft kiss on Yixing’s forehead afterwards.
“You idiot,” Yixing starts, fist jabbing at Yifan’s chest. “Here I was thinking I didn’t stand a chance. You made me cry.”
“I’m sorry,” Yifan softens, pulling Yixing into a tight hug. “It won’t happen again.”
“Yifan?”
“Hmm?”
“I like you, too. A lot.”
NC17
Kris/Lay
Yixing lands a job at a firm and realises that Yifan, someone from high school, is his new boss.
Graphic sex, use of sex toys
Originally written for runandgun 2013.
24-year-old Zhang Yixing sits by his kitchen counter, dressed in only his bath robe and a mug of coffee in hand. His hair is wet from the shower a few minutes ago but he can't be bothered to dry it himself. He stares down at his fingers wrapped around the mug, thinking back about the night before. He had gone to a club again, despite his best friend Luhan’s warning. Yixing hadn’t drunk that much to actually be drunk, but he had been tipsy and that was enough for him to allow a stranger whom he had been grinding against on the dance floor follow him back home. Yixing had allowed said stranger into his bed and had undoubtedly enjoyed the night, but there is always that one man lingering in the back of his mind.
Back in his high school days, Yixing had decided to experiment with men after realising that he was getting bored of chasing skirts. There were a few that had pleased him, but there was one that left an impression so deep Yixing had thought about him day and night. There had been no one else that made him feel as good as that man did, and it came to a point where Yixing had developed feelings for him although it was already agreed in the beginning that they were no more than friends with benefits.
A phone ringing snaps Yixing out of his thoughts and he shuffles to where the phone is lying on the coffee table in his living room, leaving his mug on the counter. He takes one look at the caller id and wonders if he had done anything wrong to receive this call so early in the morning.
“It’s seven, Lulu.”
“How wasted are you?” Yixing hears the concern in Luhan’s voice and softens.
“I’m perfectly fine.”
"Fine enough to remember that you start your new job in approximately two hours?"
Yixing curses under his breath as he glances at the date printed on the front page of the newspaper lying on the table. He had totally forgotten.
"Shit, Lu, I'll call you back later."
Yixing hangs up without waiting for Luhan's response, throwing the phone at the couch where it lands with a soft thud. He walks towards his bedroom while untying the knot around his waist and let the robe fall to the floor afterwards. Yixing goes through his closet carefully, seeing how he still has an hour before he needs to leave and catch the subway to his new office thirty minutes away.
“The first impression is important,” Yixing mutters to himself, picking out a pair of black slacks and a blue shirt. He slips them on and proceeds to his dresser to style his hair. Running his gel-slicked fingers through his hair, Yixing decides that he looks good enough for a first day at a new office. He throws his wallet, phone and writing materials into a small shoulder bag, just in case he needs to take any pointers on how to do his job.
Yixing refills his mug with more coffee and gulps it down in one mouthful, leaving it in the sink when he’s done and grabbing an apple from the fruit basket. He bites into it as he ties up his shoelaces and leaves his apartment, locking the door behind him.
The streets just outside Yixing’s apartment, which is conveniently located near a subway station, is busy, with people walking up and down to get to their offices on time. Yixing joins them, and he hopes that he won’t be late because he only has 45 minutes left to get to the office and he isn’t quite sure on where he’s supposed to report exactly.
He should have listened to Luhan and skipped the club yesterday because now he feels slightly lost.
Yixing hops on the subway anyway and reaches his office building half an hour later. He stops by the doors, taking a huge breath, before he steps into the building and makes his way to the reception, where he assumes he will be able to get all the help he needs.
“Hi, I’m Zhang Yixing,” he introduces himself. “I’m new…”
Yixing raises his eyebrows in question when the grey-haired lady behind the desk starts typing at her keyboard the second he mentions his name. They must have been expecting him, he guesses.
“Take that elevator on the right and go on up to the eighth floor. Someone will be waiting for you.”
Yixing leaves after a slight bow of his head, taking off in the direction the lady had pointed to. He notices someone taller and dressed way better than he was waiting for the elevator, so he waits for the next one while fiddling with his phone. He has half a mind to contact the person he had slept with last night (whose number was scribbled on the notepad on Yixing’s bedside table) but Yixing decides to leave it to after office hours.
Taking the elevator up to the eighth floor, Yixing tries to calm down by whispering words of comfort to himself, but that doesn’t do much. He takes out his phone and dials in a number he has memorised by heart, and the one on the other end of the line picks up after the first ring.
“Let me guess, you’re in the elevator right now and you’re scared. Xing, you’ll do fine. Nothing to be nervous about,” Luhan comforts him, already knowing how nervous Yixing is. “Nothing will go wrong. Well, unless your boss is you-know-who.”
Yes, Yixing does know who Luhan is talking about and that someone happens to be the person he was thinking of just this morning.
“What are the odds of him working in a normal firm? Thanks, Lu, you know me so well.”
“Anytime, buddy. And there’s that ding. Off you go. Call me later,” Luhan hangs up.
Yixing smiles to himself as he pockets his phone, grateful that Luhan always has a way to bring his mood up. Yixing steps out of the elevator and is greeted by a man taller than him, with a thin frame and bright pink hair.
“Oh,” Yixing gasps, recognising him at once.
“You,” the man starts, smirking. “Nice to see you again, especially after last night,” he continues, stepping forward and into Yixing’s personal bubble.
“Sehun,” Yixing breathes, letting the other man trail his finger down Yixing’s arm. “Not here.”
“You already know my name, but let’s start fresh. I’m Oh Sehun, and I’m a secretary under Kim Joonmyun, one of the managing directors here. You’ll be under the other managing director. He’s already here so I’ll introduce you to him after I give you a tour of this floor.”
Yixing falls into step next to Sehun as he walks along the office hallways, pointing out the different areas, where the other office cubicles are and who they belong to. Yixing takes a mental note of where the pantry is just in case he needs something to munch on. They stop in front of a white door with a gold plate, and Yixing knows it’s time for him to meet his boss.
Sehun knocks briefly and opens the door, leading Yixing inside. Yixing immediately lowers his eyes and bows his head slightly.
“Mr Wu, this is your new secretary, Zhang Yixing. Yixing, meet your new boss, Mr Wu Yifan.”
Yixing freezes in his spot, eyes still lowered. His hands begin to tremble, and he tries to get a grip by clutching onto his bag strap tighter. He simply cannot believe his ears, so he quickly comes to a conclusion that he needs to check with his own eyes if his new boss is really Wu Yifan.
“P-please t-t-take care of m-me,” Yixing stutters, bowing nearly ninety degrees before standing straight back up.
With curses flying through his head, Yixing lets his eyes roam the face of his equally shocked boss before lowering them again. It is really Wu Yifan. Wu Yifan from his high school.
“I’m Wu Yifan, basketball captain. You have very pretty eyes.”
Yixing wonders if Yifan still finds them pretty now.
“Hey, we get along pretty well. It’s like we click without even trying.” Yifan grinned, wrapping his arm around Yixing’s shoulder.
Yixing somehow doubts that they still have that connection.
Yifan slammed Yixing up against his locker, lips finding their way to suck at the sensitive skin near Yixing’s collarbone. Yixing let out a soft moan, fingers raking at smooth expanse of Yifan’s muscular back.
Yixing shuts his eyes, willing his mind to stop bringing back such memories.
“I’ll let you two get acquainted,” Sehun smiles, bringing his hand up to Yixing’s ass for a quick squeeze before pushing him forward, towards Yifan.
Sehun walks out and closes the door behind him, leaving Yixing and Yifan alone in Yifan’s office. Yixing keeps his gaze on the carpeted floor, not entirely brave enough to look up. He hears Yifan standing up and instantly feels small.
“Zhang Yixing? Are you really…?” Yifan trails off, seeking confirmation.
“Yes.”
“Um, wow, it’s been really long,” Yifan clears his throat, fingers playing with his tie.
Yixing looks up and notices that Yifan is the man he saw taking the elevator before he did and he thanks himself for not putting himself in such an awkward situation earlier. Yixing also notices that Yifan had gotten considerably bigger and more attractive in the past five years they haven’t seen each other.
“I saw Sehun, um, you know,” Yifan starts, his hand making grabbing motions in the air. “Do you two have something go-”
“I like to keep my personal life separate from work,” Yixing cuts him off.
“Right,” Yifan gives in, slipping his hand into his front pocket.
“I’m excited to work with you,” Yixing clears the awkward air with a warm smile directed at Yifan, who is caught by surprise but returns the smile regardless.
“Same here. This may seem pretty fast but would you like to go for a drink after work? My treat. To, you know, celebrate, or something.”
“I’d love to,” Yixing agrees, inwardly laughing at how Yifan seems so nervous.
Yixing watches Yifan’s movements as he reaches for a file of papers on his desk and walks towards him. Taking the folder into his hands, Yixing briefly glances through it and realises that it’s Yifan’s schedule.
“Can you get my morning coffee, please? I like it with milk and sugar. Like last time,” Yifan requests, and Yixing nods without a moment’s hesitation.
Of course Yixing remembers how Yifan likes his coffee. They used to buy them together all the time.
Yixing excuses himself from the room and makes sure its door is shut tightly before he heaves a big sigh. That was extremely awkward in Yixing’s opinion but he cannot deny that seeing Yifan again made his heart skip a few beats, just like before they lost contact five years ago. He places his bag on the desk outside Yifan’s office, assuming that it’s for his use. He stalks towards the pantry and whips up a cup of coffee as quickly as possible since he doesn’t want Yifan to wait any longer.
He brings the cup back to Yifan’s office and places it carefully on his desk, smiling when he sees Yifan on the phone with his eyebrows furrowed. Yixing thinks that he could get used to this. He could get used to seeing Yifan every day, even if their relationship is strictly boss and employee. But Yixing also thinks that it may be very unhealthy for his heart.
Yixing walks towards the washroom, bringing his phone along with him. He dials the same number he dialled earlier and puts the phone to his ear after he’s sat down on a closed toilet.
“Yes, Xing?” Luhan answers the phone after the second ring.
“Fuck you, Lu, why did you have to curse me by mentioning Yifan?”
“Don’t tell me he’s really your boss?” Yixing could hear Luhan holding in his laughter on the end of the line and he almost wants to punch him in the face.
“Yes, he is. What were the odds?” Yixing sighs, drawing circles on the cubicle wall. “Lu, I’m fucked.”
“Your feelings are returning, aren’t they?”
Yixing softens at how well Luhan can read him inside and out. He doesn’t have to tell Luhan anything because Luhan will know before he does anyway.
“Maybe,” Yixing mumbles, toying with the roll of toilet paper beside him.
“Xing, I’d love to talk, but I have a deadline in two hours. I’ll see you after you get off?” Yixing can hear Luhan’s quick typing on his computer keyboard, and Yixing feels guilty for calling him during office hours.
“Can’t. I’m going out with Yifan for a drink. He wants to celebrate or something. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck with your deadline,” he rejects the offer, even though he wants to see his best friend badly to just sit and talk and maybe share a tub of ice cream for comfort.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Luhan agrees, quickly ending the call without waiting for a response.
Yixing stands up and dusts off his clothes before leaving the cubicle, walking face first into a wall of muscles and soft grey and white cotton. He feels himself fall backwards and braces himself for a hard fall, but two hands wrap around both his wrists and he’s back up again. He blinks the shock out of his eyes but faces another bigger shock when he looks up.
“Yifan,” he gasps.
“I’d prefer it if you call me Mr Wu when we’re in the office, Yixing,” Yifan raises his eyebrow, hands still around Yixing’s wrists.
“Sorry,” Yixing smiles sheepishly, tugging his wrists from Yifan’s grip.
“It doesn’t leave a very good impression when you sneak off to the washroom for a personal phone call,” Yifan frowns.
“How much did you hear?”
“Nearly everything. I take it that you and Luhan are still best buddies,” Yifan comments, coolly stepping back and slipping his hands into his front pockets.
“Yeah… we are,” Yixing answers. “Why didn’t I hear you come in? There should have been some noise.”
“I’m a gentle giant. Anyway, there’s a bunch of papers on your desk. I need you to file them according to date, then put yourself in my schedule as tonight’s dinner appointment,” Yifan grins towards the end of his sentence.
Yixing rolls his eyes and pushes past Yifan, washing his hands before leaving Yifan in the washroom alone. He gets to his desk and settles himself down in his chair, eyeing the pile of papers stacked on his desk blankly. Just a while ago, he and Yifan were all awkward with each other after five years of no contact, but now he finds himself getting comfortable around him. He didn’t have to doubt their connection, after all.
“Stop smiling to yourself and get to work,” Yifan calls out, walking past Yixing’s desk to get to his own office.
“Yes, boss!”
Taking the first pile into his hands, Yixing works swiftly. He sorts them by dates, and neatly stacks the files at the side of his desk. He finishes them in two hours, and then puts Yifan’s schedule into his own mobile so he can always have the schedule ready. What Yixing doesn’t do, though, is to put himself down as Yifan’s dinner appointment. He does spend his hours looking for something to do, because he finds it really boring without anything to occupy him.
“You and Mr Wu seem to have clicked well,” Sehun comments, appearing next to Yixing and scaring the living daylights out of the latter.
“Don’t do that, jeez,” Yixing whines while clutching at his chest.
Sehun perches himself at the corner of Yixing’s desk and stares down at the boy in his chair with a smirk on his face. Yixing peers up at him curiously, tilting his head to one side and leaning back in his swivel chair.
“We’re getting off work soon. If you want, we can have a repeat of last night’s events,” Sehun suggests with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t think so,” Yixing smiles sweetly, looking past Sehun’s shoulder.
“Why not?”
“Because he’s not yours, Oh Sehun. Get back to work,” Yifan chides.
Startled by Yifan’s sudden intrusion, Sehun hops down from Yixing’s table and turns to stare at the managing director. Yifan has his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed, staring at Sehun.
“And please leave your flirting to after office hours and outside office walls,” Yifan adds.
Yixing is amused at the way Yifan is helping him, and he doesn’t try to hide it. He smiles at Yifan after Sehun leaves the both of them, but Yifan merely scowls.
“I’m serious, Yixing, flirt elsewhere.”
“I didn’t do anything, Sehun started it all.”
Yifan rubs at his temples when Yixing grins cheekily at him, accepting defeat. He glances at the clock and notices that it’s nearly time for them to clock off. He loosens the knot of his tie and gestures for Yixing to look at the time.
“Time flew past too fast today,” Yixing comments, grinning.
Yifan goes back to his office and grabs his suit jacket and his briefcase with Yixing watching his every move. Yixing packs up his own belongings and waits for Yifan by the elevator, which they take down to the building lobby. The elevator ride is silent. It is more comfortable than it is awkward, and Yixing likes that a lot.
“Where are we going?”
“I know of a bar somewhere near my apartment. Really good place,” Yifan suggests, gazing down at Yixing.
“I’m fine with whatever. You’re the one getting the tab, after all.”
Yifan playfully glares when Yixing beams up at him. They take a twenty-minute cab ride down to where the bar is. Yifan pays for the fare and steps out before Yixing does, holding the door open for him.
“How gentlemanly, Yifan,” Yixing teases.
“Always have been.”
The pair step into the bar and choose a booth at a corner where no one can really see them. Yifan orders them both a beer to start off with, to which Yixing protests because he wants a cocktail instead. Yifan gets Yixing that cocktail he wants and is rewarded with a toothy smile.
“So, Yixing, what have you been up to since we graduated?” Yifan starts the conversation slow.
“Nothing much. Went to college and got a degree in music, but music isn’t exactly paying my bills now. What happened to basketball, you big jock?”
“Same reason,” Yifan chuckles, putting his mug down and leaning back against the cushioned sofa.
Yixing’s eyes, on their own accord, roam up and down Yifan’s muscled torso. Yixing notices how Yifan’s arm muscles flex with every single movement, no matter how small. His eyes travel south and Yixing has to catch himself before he lets himself get carried away. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for Yixing, Yifan had been watching him all that time.
“Yixing, come here,” Yifan starts, patting the space next to him.
Yixing hesitates for a moment before sliding closer, his and Yifan’s arms touching. He can smell Yifan’s cologne from where he is, and he decides that he likes it. It seems to suit Yifan perfectly.
“Like what you see?” Yifan whispers into Yixing’s ear.
In response, Yixing grabs his cocktail and downs it all, hoping for it to be strong enough to intoxicate him. It isn’t, but Yifan doesn’t need to know that, because what matters is that Yixing’s lips are on his the next second.
Yifan stills for a moment before he throws out all rational thoughts and wraps his arm around Yixing’s waist, responding eagerly. Yixing presses himself closer and into the kiss, nearly climbing up Yifan’s lap. Deciding to help Yixing, Yifan pulls him up onto his lap and holds him tight, letting Yixing kiss the life out of him. Yifan’s hands roam around, going down south to cup Yixing’s butt cheeks which results in a soft moan from the boy.
Yixing pulls away and lets his lips travel down Yifan’s neck, kissing and sucking at the skin to leave bite marks. He bites at the skin near Yifan’s collar bone and sucks on it afterwards to ease the pain when he hears Yifan let out a low soft yelp.
“Not here, Yixing,” Yifan breathes heavily, arms still around Yixing’s waist.
“Where’s your apartment?” Yixing mumbles against Yifan’s neck.
“Three-minute walk from here.”
Yifan grabs his briefcase in one hand and Yixing’s hand with the other, dragging both of them to the counter where Yifan quickly settles the bill with Yixing clinging on to his side. The pair hurriedly walk down the street, eager to get back to Yifan’s apartment. Once they were in the elevator, Yixing presses Yifan up against the wall and peppers kisses down his neck, fingers dancing along his neck. Yifan groans and grabs at Yixing’s hips, pushing them against his. The friction did little to ease them.
“Your key code,” Yixing prompts when they reach Yifan’s apartment after much difficulty - they couldn’t get their hands off each other.
Yifan keys them in and the door swings open, and that’s when Yixing takes matters into his own hands. He drops his bag and takes Yifan’s briefcase to fling it somewhere else. He kisses Yifan on the lips, distracting him as he pushes him towards the one door Yixing assumes is Yifan’s bedroom. Yixing’s fingers deftly unbutton Yifan’s shirt, pushing them off his strong shoulders. Yifan groans into his mouth when Yixing lightly brushes his hand over Yifan’s crotch, where the fabric was already straining.
The door to Yifan’s bedroom opens and after getting the both of them in, Yixing kicks it close with his foot. He pushes Yifan down on the bed and steps back, smirking down at Yifan. Yixing takes off his stop teasingly slowly and giggles when he hears Yifan growl.
“Don’t tease, Yixing.”
Yixing’s fingers stop at the top of his own waistband and he locks eyes with Yifan and he pushes his pants and underwear down to his feet in one swift move. He’s already rock hard, and his cock is curved beautifully against his stomach. Yifan licks his lips at the sight and beckons Yixing forward with his hand, and the other boy easily follows Yifan’s orders.
Yifan wraps his hand around Yixing’s cock the moment the other is on top of him, his mouth finding purchase on any expanse of skin. Yixing moans at the feeling of Yifan’s hand on him, and bucks his hips forward for more of the delicious friction. Yifan’s thumb swipes at the tip of Yixing’s erection, where pearly white pre-cum is already oozing out. He brings it up to his mouth for an experimental taste and finds out that Yixing tastes almost the same as he did back when they were in high school.
Hands scramble for Yifan’s zipper and Yixing finally manages to pull them off, and Yifan’s boxer briefs followed soon after. Yixing sits back on his heels and takes in the sight before him, a sight he hasn’t seen for five years already. Yifan has stronger thighs and torso now, and his cock is still as big as Yixing remembers it to be. It’s curved against his stomach, angry red and leaking pre-cum, begging to be touched. It twitches under Yixing’s gaze, and Yixing lets a smirk grow on his face.
Yixing climbs up Yifan’s body, starting to lick at his neck. He works his way down while purposefully avoiding the sensitive areas around Yifan’s nipples. Yixing stops at the hips, slowly licking at the pelvic bone and ignoring where Yifan needs attention most. Fingers twirl themselves in Yixing’s hair and Yixing finds himself forcefully being pulled to Yifan’s red erection, which he gives a kittenish lick.
Yifan throws his head back when Yixing takes him into his mouth, sucking at the head of his cock. Yixing knows how to work his tongue, and Yifan helps him by holding his head in place. Soft moans leave Yifan’s mouth, and Yifan nearly yells when Yixing takes him in whole. Yixing’s mouth is so warm, and tight when he hollows his cheeks. Yifan discovers that he misses this a lot.
If not for Yixing’s hands firmly holding Yifan’s hips down, Yifan would have fucked up into Yixing’s pretty little mouth. The heat surrounding his cock is nearly unbearable as Yixing bobs his head up and down at a constant pace, using his tongue occasionally and letting his teeth graze the skin lightly.
“Fuck, Yixing, you’re so good,” Yifan compliments, head thrown back against the headboard.
Yixing suddenly lets Yifan’s cock fall out of his mouth with an exaggerated pop, and the other almost cries at the loss of heat and contact. Yixing reaches over to Yifan’s bedside table and opens the drawer, and just as he thought, finding a bottle of lube. He uncaps it and smears a large amount on his fingers as he sits on the bed. He’s facing Yifan, legs spread wide open and Yifan has a clear view of his puckered pink hole.
As a finger slides into himself, Yixing lets out a low whimper. He thrusts the finger in and out, sliding in another one when one isn’t enough. Yixing scissors himself open, fully aware that Yifan is watching him. Yixing closes his eyes and his mouth falls open when his finger hits that one spot in him that nearly has him coming undone.
Yixing hears a soft rustle of the sheets before he feels a foreign digit at his entrance. Yifan’s fingers are much longer and thicker than his own, so Yixing withdraws his hand and lets Yifan do all the work. Yifan pushes Yixing down on his back and climbs on top, fingers pressing deep into him. He prods around and he knows he has hit jackpot when Yixing arches his back and cries out, fucking himself back onto Yifan’s hand.
“S-stop, I’m c-close,” Yixing whimpers, nearly breathless.
Yifan pulls his fingers out, and Yixing flips him around on his back. Lube is applied to his cock in thick layers by small hands, and Yifan uses an arm to cover his eyes while biting his lip. Yixing straddles Yifan, positioning his hole right on top of Yifan’s cock. Slowly lowering himself, Yixing holds in his screams as he’s being filled. Yifan, on the other hand, places his hands on Yixing’s hips and tries not to force him down.
When Yifan is fully inside Yixing, he lets the smaller boy adjust to his size. It’s been quite a while since they got together and it no doubt hurt, if the pained expression on Yixing’s face is anything to go by. Yifan tries his hardest to not just thrust up, the tight warmth around his dick messing with his head.
Yixing puts his hands on Yifan’s torso and lifts himself up until only the head of Yifan’s dick is in him before slamming back down. Both men let out simultaneous guttural groans and Yixing wants more. Yixing’s thighs tremble with the effort of holding himself up as he bounces on Yifan’s cock, but it is perfectly okay if it meant being fucked like this after a long time. No one has made him feel so full after Yifan.
Yifan flips them over, lifting Yixing’s leg over his shoulder. The new angle allows space for Yifan to thrust in deeper and that’s exactly what he does. He pounds Yixing into the bed, desperate to find his spot and for release.
“Found it,” Yifan smiles the moment Yixing screams.
“There, Yifan, there!”
Yifan shifts his hips so he’s hitting Yixing’s spot directly, picking up the pace as he feels the familiar pool of heat at the bottom of his stomach. Yixing reaches up and pulls Yifan down to him, their lips meeting in a sloppy wet kiss.
“I’m close,” Yixing whispers into Yifan’s ear, biting at the lobe afterwards.
It takes only a few final thrusts for Yifan to come, blinding white light and Yixing’s tight heat milking him dry. He wraps his hand around Yixing’s cock and jerks him off, making Yixing release his own cum after only a few strong strokes. Yifan grabs a few pieces of tissue to clean up the white mess on Yixing’s stomach, throwing them into the bin afterwards and falling next to Yixing on the bed.
“After five years… that was amazing,” Yifan pants, still catching his breath.
“Yeah…” Yixing trails off, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Yifan, would you want to, you know, continue what we had back in school?”
Yifan would have missed the question if he wasn’t listening closely because Yixing had been barely audible.
“Yes.”
Yixing smiles as he turns to face Yifan, shifting closer and makes himself comfortable in Yifan’s arms before the two fall asleep to the sounds of each other’s slow breathing.
++
Yixing jolts awake to the sun rays shining on his face, instinctively using his arm to block the light. In the process, he accidentally elbows Yifan in the jaw and wakes him up. Yifan groans and turns his head the other way.
“I’m so sorry!”
Yifan opens his eyes slowly and is greeted by a guilty Yixing, nervously biting on his lips.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yifan waves it off as he sits up in bed.
Yifan notices that Yixing is looking away and he realises why. They are both still as naked as the day they were born, and Yifan finds it cute that Yixing is embarrassed even after what they had done the previous night.
“Yixing,” Yifan whispers into Yixing’s ear seductively, teeth grazing the ear lobe.
Yixing shivers, unconsciously leaning back in Yifan’s embrace. Before he could even get a grip of the situation, Yifan is pulling Yixing towards the shower for another mind-blowing round.
++
“Yixing, please come into my office,” Yifan asks through the phone.
It’s been a few weeks since they fell back into their routine and Yixing finds himself enjoying it more than he should. Yifan takes him home nearly every day, but unlike their first time, Yixing always goes home after their rounds. Staying for the morning after means there are risks of being attached, and Yixing wants to avoid that as much as possible.
“Lock the door,” Yifan demands the moment Yixing steps through it.
Yixing does and he knows what’s coming. He walks towards Yifan and automatically drops to his knees, seeing how Yifan already has his pants and briefs down. This has happened twice already, but Yixing is always eager to please.
Yixing takes the head of Yifan’s cock into his mouth and sucks lightly, his hand gripping the base. His hands squeezes the base as Yixing licks at the head. Yifan’s fingers are clutching tightly on his hair and forces Yixing to take in more of him. Yixing lets his jaw fall open as he takes in Yifan’s length as much as he can, saliva dripping all over. It’s fine, though, Yifan likes it wet and sloppy.
Yixing ignores his gag reflex as he deep throats Yifan, his lips meeting the soft curls of hair at the base. The warmth is incredible, and Yifan pulls back before pushing himself in again. He thrusts his hips into Yixing’s mouth slowly, hands still in Yixing’s hair.
Yifan shuts his eyes when Yixing’s hands come up to play with his balls, caressing and squeezing fondly. He continues his slow thrusting, not wanting to harm Yixing in any way. Yixing, however, clearly has different ideas when he suddenly pulls back a little and hollows his cheeks, sucking obscenely. Yixing’s hand covers what his mouth can’t, and his other hand goes up and down Yifan’s thigh with feather-like touches.
Yifan bites his lip as he empties into Yixing’s mouth after several hard sucks and strokes, trying to keep the noise to the bare minimum. Yixing swallows nearly all of Yifan’s cum, some dripping down the sides of his mouth. Yifan wipes at that with a piece of tissue and then pulls Yixing back up to his feet.
“I have a reward for you,” Yifan grins after putting on his pants.
“Oh?” Yixing asks, surprised.
Yifan pulls out something which Yixing recognises as a butt plug. Yixing widens his eyes in disbelief and takes a step back.
“In the office?”
“Yes,” Yifan smirks.
Yixing barely has a say and Yifan pulls him by the hips and bends him over the desk. Yifan single-handedly pulls Yixing’s pants down and shoves the butt plug up his asshole after covering it in lube. Making sure that it is secure, Yifan puts Yixing’s pants back on for him. Yixing doesn’t feel that much different, except that now there’s something in his ass that he can’t get out.
“There’s not much difference,” Yixing comments.
“That’s not the only thing.”
Yixing falls forward and uses Yifan to stabilise himself. The butt plug starts vibrating in his ass and Yixing has a hard time holding in his moans. Yifan swallows them for him with his lips.
“Not bad, right?” Yifan asks after pulling away.
“This is torture,” Yixing whines.
Yifan only pats his ass lovingly and pushes him towards the door, where Yixing shows himself the way out. He quickly makes it to his desk and takes out a cushion to hide his raging hard on. Sparing a glance at the clock, Yixing lets his head fall to his desk when he realises he has one hour more to go before he can leave the office.
“What are you hiding there?” Sehun pops up from the side, scaring Yixing once more.
“I told you to stop doing that!”
Yixing bites on his lip hard as moans threaten to tear through his lips. Sehun eyes him suspiciously before going back to his own desk. Yixing is about to go to the washroom to relieve himself when he receives a text message.
Don’t even think about relieving yourself. One hour more. - Yifan
Yixing leans back in his chair in defeat and plots several plans to get revenge back at Yifan, but he comes up with nothing because the vibrating butt plug seated in his ass is currently doing things to his head. Yixing gives up on completing office work and just sits in his chair, willing for the hour to pass by quickly.
At six on the dot, everyone leaves the office. No one likes to spend more time than required, anyway. Yixing, as a secretary, can’t leave until Yifan does, and today Yifan is taking longer than usual to leave. Cursing at Yifan in his head, Yixing walks awkwardly towards Yifan’s door. He is about to knock when the door opens.
“Yes, Yixing?”
“Help me,” Yixing pleads, holding onto the lapels of Yifan’s suit jacket.
Yixing reaches up to let their lips meet. Teeth and tongue crash but Yixing doesn’t care. He needs relief.
Pulling away, Yifan smirks as he bends Yixing over his desk. He nearly rips the pants apart, and reaches out for the vibrating butt plug. Yixing lets out a prolonged low moan as Yifan slowly takes it out from him, relishing in the wonderful noises Yixing is making.
“You’re ready for me,” Yifan states, smacking Yixing’s ass once.
“Fuck me already,” Yixing cries, his erection hard against his belly.
“As you wish.”
Yifan lubes himself up quickly and pushes into Yixing with one hard thrust, Yixing crying out his name. Yifan immediately starts thrusting, hand reaching over to take hold of Yixing’s cock.
“How are you still so tight?” Yifan grunts, picking up the pace.
Yifan strokes Yixing’s cock at the same pace he’s thrusting into him, the pleasure overwhelming and overtaking his senses. Yifan pistons himself in and out, going harder when Yixing screams his name.
“Yifan, I-,” Yixing stutters as he reaches his high, spilling into Yifan’s hand.
Yifan reaches his peak a few seconds after Yixing, emptying himself into Yixing’s hole. He thrusts a few more times to let Yixing milk him dry before pulling out, cock limp.
“We should use toys more often,” Yifan suggests, cleaning themselves up.
“Not in the office, no.”
++
“Yifan, I won’t be coming to the office today,” Yixing tells him over the phone.
“Why?”
“I caught the flu bug. It’s been going around. I can’t even get out of bed.”
Yixing holds the phone away from his face as he coughs into his hand. He feels really horrible and all he wants is a hot bowl of porridge and someone to fuss over him. Sadly, he lives alone and Luhan has yet another deadline, though he has promised to drop by after.
“Take care, Yixing,” Yifan briefly replies before hanging up.
Yixing shrugs it off, ignoring the slight ache in his chest at the quick reply. He tries to get out of bed, but his limbs are so weak he can’t even hold himself up properly. Yixing accepts the fact that he’s bed ridden for the day, and pulls the blanket up to his chin before falling asleep again.
When Yixing wakes up, he’s greeted by the smell of a hot bowl of porridge. He thinks it’s his mind messing with him because it’s only four in the afternoon (he checked the clock) and Luhan doesn’t end work until six. Suddenly afraid, Yixing forces himself up and hobbles towards the door.
“What are you doing? You should be in bed,” Yixing’s guest reprimands him.
Yixing rubs his eyes and is taken aback when he sees Yifan standing in front of him, frilly pink apron and all. He spots a bowl of porridge sitting on the kitchen counter and his stomach growls.
“Oops,” Yixing smiles sheepishly, keeping his head down.
“Go back. I’ll bring it to you.”
Yixing limps back to his bed, feeling all too weak to walk normally. Yifan follows after him with the bowl of porridge, a glass of water and some pills.
“How did you get in here?” Yixing asks once he’s comfortable in bed once more.
“Luhan told me,” Yifan grins. “Now, open up.”
Yixing opens his mouth and swallows the spoonful of porridge Yifan just fed him. He feels warm all over, and it’s not just because of the porridge. He knows there’s something more to it.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Joonmyun’s got me covered, no worries.”
As Yifan continues feeding him, Yixing realises that it’s been nearly three months since they rekindled their relationship. Yixing also knows that the feelings he’s harbouring for Yifan no longer are the type friends would have for each other. He used to think that he’s fucked for having such feelings when they agreed on a strict friends-for-benefits relationship only, but now that Yifan is doing all this for him, Yixing thinks he might stand a chance.
“Yixing, listen, please don’t mistake this as anything else. I’m only doing this because you’re my secretary. No strings attached, remember?”
Oh.
Yixing hears his little paper boat of hope being crushed.
“Yeah, I know,” Yixing lies through his teeth. “Yifan, thanks for coming. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow if I feel better.”
Yifan nods, pats Yixing on the head and takes his leave. Yixing waits for his apartment door to be shut before he lets the tears he’s been holding in roll down his face. To think that he actually stood a chance.
“If there are no strings attached, why the fuck are you doing all this for me?” Yixing mutters to himself, wrapping his arms around his knees.
Yixing spends the next hour sitting in bed, staring blankly into space, until Luhan comes to his rescue.
“Xingxing?”
Yixing looks up to his best friend’s face, red hair and a worried expression.
“I’m so sorry, Xing, I shouldn’t have given him your key code. I just wanted to-”
“Lu, it’s okay. He did take care of me…” Yixing trails.
Luhan sits down beside Yixing in bed, a comforting arm going around his shoulders.
“He said he only took care of me because I’m his secretary, and he reminded me of our no strings attached deal,” Yixing explains, nearly choking on his tears.
Luhan takes Yixing into his arms and rests his chin on Yixing’s shoulder, rubbing his back soothingly. He knows Yixing needs nothing but comfort, and he’s happy to give it to him. The only thing Luhan cannot comprehend is Yifan’s stupidity.
“I told you, Lu, I’m fucked. I knew that since the first day,” Yixing sobs.
“Do you want to go on a break with me?”
Yixing sees that Luhan is being sincere because he knows Luhan knows what he needs. Yixing considers it in his head, and he decides that yes, it would be good for him to go on a break and leave Yifan behind.
++
Yifan walks into his office a few days later and expects to see Yixing sitting at his desk and waiting for his morning coffee, but the boy wasn’t there.
“How is it possible that he’s been down for five days already?” Yifan mutters to himself, entering his office.
Sitting on his office desk is a rectangular white envelope with a yellow post-it attached to it.
This is from Yixing. - Sehun
Yifan raises an eyebrow, removing the post-it. His eyes widen at the familiar three characters written on the front of the envelope and rips it open. A single sheet of paper falls out and he grabs it, skimming through its written content before running out of his office.
“Sehun, where did you get this?”
“Yixing dropped by earlier this morning and left it on my desk.”
Yifan curses under his breath and fishes out his mobile phone, keying in Yixing’s number and putting it to his ear.
No answer.
He tries Luhan.
No answer, either.
“Fuck,” Yifan cusses, sitting down in his office and lets his head hang. “Yixing, where are you?”
++
Yixing exits the elevator with his luggage in tow, back from his two-week break in Jeju with Luhan. He feels a lot better than he did before he left, and he feels like he can finally try to get over Yifan because he will never stand a chance.
Until he reaches his apartment door and recognises the man sitting down in front of it.
“Yifan?” Yixing asks, his voice soft.
Yifan looks up and his concerned expression immediately turns into a relieved one.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Looking for me? Didn’t you get any while I was gone?”
Yixing misses the heartbroken look on Yifan’s face. He pushes past Yifan and tries to key in his door code, but his hands are trembling and his tears are collecting beneath his eyelids and he can barely see anything.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Yifan, but I want to end this friends-with-benefits relationship we have,” Yixing chokes out, still trying to key in the correct code to his apartment.
“So do I.”
Yixing pauses, hand dropping to his side. He curls his hands up into fists, turning around to face Yifan. Yifan is taken aback by Yixing’s red eyes and tears freely streaming down his face.
“You could have done it over text. You didn’t have to come here.”
There’s something off about Yixing’s tone and expression, and it doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s mad and disappointed.
“I want to end it because I don’t want to be just friends. Yixing… I’m trying to tell you that I like you. A lot.”
Yixing widens his eyes and stares into Yifan’s own brown orbs, absorbing Yifan’s words. Yifan reaches his hands up to wipe at the tears on Yixing’s face. He plants a soft kiss on Yixing’s forehead afterwards.
“You idiot,” Yixing starts, fist jabbing at Yifan’s chest. “Here I was thinking I didn’t stand a chance. You made me cry.”
“I’m sorry,” Yifan softens, pulling Yixing into a tight hug. “It won’t happen again.”
“Yifan?”
“Hmm?”
“I like you, too. A lot.”