Lap Dog
Title: Lap Dog
Pairing: yifan / zitao
Rating: PG 13
Length: 862 w
Author's Note: It's incredibly short but it's 10:30 pm and I need to sleep.
Summary: Zitao likes to use Yifan's lap as a pillow, and Yifan isn't complaining.
Days like these, Zitao has a good reason for being slothful around the house like a house pet. It’s the middle of summer and the last thing the blonde student would like to do is work, work, or work.
His roommate, Yifan will probably hassle him later on about being lazy but it’s typical. Yifan is the serious one out of them both, almost a workaholic based on years of experience; Zitao being his roommate and best friend of all things.
Zitao lies on the couch with his legs outstretched and arms dangling off the side of the couch while his cheek is pressed into leather cushion, lips pursed while his eyes strain on the clock above the TV hanging on the wall.
Yifan should be getting home soon, which means he’ll have someone to pester and complain to because of the heat.
He groans softly and curls his bare feet, toes wiggling when they touch leather and he squirms, uncomfortable.
His eyes flicker over to the door and his nerves jumble at a sudden noise, however after a brief moment of silence he realizes it’s not his friend but someone else outside. He draws out a sigh and then whines, rolling onto his hip so he can look at the TV. He grabs the remote and turns it on just as the door opens. He always leaves the door unlocked, even after all of Yifan’s scolding about kidnappers, murderers and crazy neighbors.
His gaze wavers on the TV before he sits up immediately, palms on his knees where he’s sitting up in the middle of the couch, lip caught between his teeth and his eyes open wide.
“Yifan, you’re finally back!”
A tall figure with light blonde hair stares back at him, seeming to pause before he places a bag of groceries on the island counter and shakes his shoes off one by one with his head low, muttering a soft ‘I’m back’.
Zitao watches the male with curious eyes and rubs a bead of sweat off of his cheek when Yifan pulls a carton of milk from their fridge and fetches a glass, diligently pouring the white liquid to the top. He clears his throat and takes the glass in his hand, striding over to where Zitao sits and planting himself beside the excited latter.
Zitao watches patiently, watching Yifan’s every move until the male blinks his eyes and turns his head to the side to look at him. His eyebrows furrow together and he scrunches his nose and lips up.
“What are you looking at me for?”
Zitao’s lips form a pout and he rolls his eyes, slowly leaning over until his elbows press into Yifan’s thighs and he glances up with soft eyes.
“It’s really hot, gege.”
Yifan rolls his eyes and sighs aloud and he rests the bottom of his glass of milk to the side on a small table, turning back to Zitao so he can rest his hand on the top of Zitao’s head, where it usually (in a habit) belongs.
Zitao’s eyes close and Yifan wonders if the latter realizes it’ll only make the heat worse. He himself has become sweaty over the past hour, using his free hand to pull the top of his shirt and wave it back and forth for a wave of cool air.
“I’ll buy a new air conditioner tomorrow,” he grunts and takes the remote from beside Zitao, going through the channels when he feels bony elbows change something not as painful but slightly heavier. He glances down to see Zitao’s head on his lap, body twisted in a way he deems uncomfortable, but he doesn’t say anything if so.
Zitao has his lips parted; panting and his eyes are closed, eyebrows drawn together when he sniffs the air. He squirms only slightly to change position and he curls his upper body into Yifan’s. He knows it’s still hot but his body is craving Yifan’s warmth either way, a murmur of a sound when Yifan rests his hand once again atop Zitao’s head, fingers kneading his scalp.
“Don’t fall asleep like last time; I have to get up in a bit to work on a summer reading.”
Zitao hums and nods his head but both of them know it won’t be long before Zitao is knocked out cold by the heat, off into dreamland before Yifan can even say anything about having to get up. Yifan never wakes him up, save for the few times he’s left something on the burner and it would have been dangerous, the apartment could have burned to the ground.
Yifan’s eyes travel back up to the TV when he feels a hand curl into his hand, glancing down to the male who looks peaceful.
Yifan finds himself unable to prevent himself from wiping off the bullet of sweat formed at the tip of the latter’s nose, gently swatting at the tip with his index finger.
“I told you to open the windows,” he whispers down to his roommate, scoffing and finally drawing his attention back to his program.
“But I guess it isn’t too bad.”
Yifan doesn’t see it, but Zitao smiles.
Pairing: yifan / zitao
Rating: PG 13
Length: 862 w
Author's Note: It's incredibly short but it's 10:30 pm and I need to sleep.
Summary: Zitao likes to use Yifan's lap as a pillow, and Yifan isn't complaining.
Days like these, Zitao has a good reason for being slothful around the house like a house pet. It’s the middle of summer and the last thing the blonde student would like to do is work, work, or work.
His roommate, Yifan will probably hassle him later on about being lazy but it’s typical. Yifan is the serious one out of them both, almost a workaholic based on years of experience; Zitao being his roommate and best friend of all things.
Zitao lies on the couch with his legs outstretched and arms dangling off the side of the couch while his cheek is pressed into leather cushion, lips pursed while his eyes strain on the clock above the TV hanging on the wall.
Yifan should be getting home soon, which means he’ll have someone to pester and complain to because of the heat.
He groans softly and curls his bare feet, toes wiggling when they touch leather and he squirms, uncomfortable.
His eyes flicker over to the door and his nerves jumble at a sudden noise, however after a brief moment of silence he realizes it’s not his friend but someone else outside. He draws out a sigh and then whines, rolling onto his hip so he can look at the TV. He grabs the remote and turns it on just as the door opens. He always leaves the door unlocked, even after all of Yifan’s scolding about kidnappers, murderers and crazy neighbors.
His gaze wavers on the TV before he sits up immediately, palms on his knees where he’s sitting up in the middle of the couch, lip caught between his teeth and his eyes open wide.
“Yifan, you’re finally back!”
A tall figure with light blonde hair stares back at him, seeming to pause before he places a bag of groceries on the island counter and shakes his shoes off one by one with his head low, muttering a soft ‘I’m back’.
Zitao watches the male with curious eyes and rubs a bead of sweat off of his cheek when Yifan pulls a carton of milk from their fridge and fetches a glass, diligently pouring the white liquid to the top. He clears his throat and takes the glass in his hand, striding over to where Zitao sits and planting himself beside the excited latter.
Zitao watches patiently, watching Yifan’s every move until the male blinks his eyes and turns his head to the side to look at him. His eyebrows furrow together and he scrunches his nose and lips up.
“What are you looking at me for?”
Zitao’s lips form a pout and he rolls his eyes, slowly leaning over until his elbows press into Yifan’s thighs and he glances up with soft eyes.
“It’s really hot, gege.”
Yifan rolls his eyes and sighs aloud and he rests the bottom of his glass of milk to the side on a small table, turning back to Zitao so he can rest his hand on the top of Zitao’s head, where it usually (in a habit) belongs.
Zitao’s eyes close and Yifan wonders if the latter realizes it’ll only make the heat worse. He himself has become sweaty over the past hour, using his free hand to pull the top of his shirt and wave it back and forth for a wave of cool air.
“I’ll buy a new air conditioner tomorrow,” he grunts and takes the remote from beside Zitao, going through the channels when he feels bony elbows change something not as painful but slightly heavier. He glances down to see Zitao’s head on his lap, body twisted in a way he deems uncomfortable, but he doesn’t say anything if so.
Zitao has his lips parted; panting and his eyes are closed, eyebrows drawn together when he sniffs the air. He squirms only slightly to change position and he curls his upper body into Yifan’s. He knows it’s still hot but his body is craving Yifan’s warmth either way, a murmur of a sound when Yifan rests his hand once again atop Zitao’s head, fingers kneading his scalp.
“Don’t fall asleep like last time; I have to get up in a bit to work on a summer reading.”
Zitao hums and nods his head but both of them know it won’t be long before Zitao is knocked out cold by the heat, off into dreamland before Yifan can even say anything about having to get up. Yifan never wakes him up, save for the few times he’s left something on the burner and it would have been dangerous, the apartment could have burned to the ground.
Yifan’s eyes travel back up to the TV when he feels a hand curl into his hand, glancing down to the male who looks peaceful.
Yifan finds himself unable to prevent himself from wiping off the bullet of sweat formed at the tip of the latter’s nose, gently swatting at the tip with his index finger.
“I told you to open the windows,” he whispers down to his roommate, scoffing and finally drawing his attention back to his program.
“But I guess it isn’t too bad.”
Yifan doesn’t see it, but Zitao smiles.