Technological Ineptitude (And Its Unexpected Advantages) (I/II)
Title: Technological Ineptitude (And Its Unexpected Advantages)
Pairing: Fanxing
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~11.8k
Summary: Yixing has always complained about his phone never doing what he wants it to do, but Yifan reasons that this is taking things to a whole new level.
A/N: Written for kissfanxing. Thanks to LG for the hand holding and inspiring brainstorming!
Technological Ineptitude
(And Its Unexpected Advantages)
It’s not out of the norm for Yixing to send him pictures. Actually Yifan gets sent pictures all the time. Pictures of the cute bunnies the younger is following on Instagram, or funny memes, or just a quick snapshot of the newest junk food the student’s discovered in the supermarket. So Yifan doesn’t really suspect anything to be off when his phone vibrates in his pants pocket during work, the notification telling him that his best friend has once again sent him an image.
Reasoning he can just as well use a break from typing rows of numbers into an endless seeming excel sheet, he unlocks his phone to check out what sort of cuteness Yixing found on the internet this time. He's greeted by the sight of something not cute at all. Or well, something that he always thought to be quite cute, something that could be lethally adorable most of the time. To be exact, he's greeted by the sight of Yixing, but the younger's decidedly not looking cute right then. Or perhaps he does, perhaps he's looking adorably confused or has that dimple in his smile that Yifan always wants to poke but frankly the elder doesn't know because he's not looking at Yixing's face. Instead he's looking at practically everything else.
Everything.
Because the picture that has him frozen in place in shock shows Yixing in all his naked glory, posing in front of the full body mirror in his room. This, this definitely is out of the norm. They don't send each other nude pics. They don't even send each other dick pics as a joke when they're drunk. They're not that kind of friends, they're best friends, have been ever since college.
So Yifan isn't quite sure what to make of the sight in front of him. Then again, his brain has come to a complete halt either way, which means he's unable to process anything but the sight of Yixing's bare chest, his bare abdomen, his bare... Yifan doesn't want to let his eyes travel, he doesn't want to let his throat go dry because they aren't that kind of friends but damn, Yixing is a gorgeous human being. It's not really news to Yifan that the smaller male is well-trained; he's shared the gym wih him often enough during college days-Yifan practicing his bank shots while Yixing tried to perfect his latest dance routine in the corner of the gym where the large windows were polished enough to cast Yixing's reflection back at him once the sun had set outside.
And ever since Yifan can remember, Yixing has disliked clothes, has preferred pushing his sleeves up onto his shoulders and pulling his shirts over his head as soon as dancing had warmed him up a little. It's been enough to fuel Yifan's youthful shower fantasies more often than he would like to admit during the early stages of becoming closer friends with Yixing, but ever since their third year in college he has gotten himself mostly under control. He still thinks that Yixing is one of the most gorgeous living beings he's ever come across, but in 9 out of 10 cases he can stop his thoughts about the younger from drifting off into more lewd territories.
Theoretically.
Until now.
Because right now he's looking at a picture of his best friend that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and even if Yifan were to be able to close the photograph immediately-which he can’t in his shell-shocked state-, he would still end up with the sight imprinted behind his eyelids. The way Yixing's abs form hills and valleys on his stomach that are only emphasized by the dramatic lighting of his desk lamp. The picture must have been taken at night, going by the darkness that Yifan can see beyond the window's reflection in the mirror. Below his abs, Yixing’s hips immediately dip along his clearly pronounced v-line. It's inevitable for Yifan's eyes to follow along these lines, really, going lower and lower until they fall onto-
Yifan's computer dings with a chat notification, his chef reminding him that they'll have a meeting in the building next door in five minutes. The blond almost jumps out of his chair at the sound, and manages to knock over his-thankfully capped-water bottle, which in turn draws his office mates' attention. He locks his phone out of reflex, his finger twitching over the lock button the second the sound of the notification startled him. He must be looking quite out of it because his next-desk neighbour asks him with a concerned face whether he's okay when he hastily catches his bottle before it can roll down the table. The croaked out answer doesn't sound very believable or reassuring, so Yifan clears his throat and nods instead, standing to hastily gather all the material he’s going to need for the meeting. He knows his cheeks must be flushed because they feel hot. He just hopes his co-workers will attribute the colour to his embarrassment over his clumsiness of almost knocking down his bottle. He's almost relieved that the blood is rushing to his cheeks because he'd rather have it there than in other regions.
That’s when the phone he had hastily pocketed vibrates again. And Yifan truly doesn't know if it's the physical sensation-he should be old enough that a bit of vibration near his groin does not set off a growing boner-or whether it's the fact the signal makes him recall the picture he received when he last got a message; either way he can feel his cock stir. He only barely manages to stop himself from cursing as he tries to distract himself with calming breaths and hurrying steps towards the elevator. Once the mechanic doors close behind him, giving him a few seconds by himself in the confines of the metal cabin, he contemplates whether to reach into his pants pockets to see if he got another message, but he's too afraid that whatever he will find there will either make him miss the meeting because he has to lock himself in the bathroom or force him to sit in a room with roughly 20 other co-workers while trying to hide a raging hard-on. Both are not desirable outcomes, so Yifan turns the "Do not disturb"-mode on and forces his cellphone and everything related to it to the back of his mind as he dashes towards the meeting room a bit faster than strictly necessary.
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Keeping up his concentration during the meeting proves to be a difficult task even without his phone vibrating at his leg. Being still fairly new in his company means he doesn't have any speaking part during the one and a half hours, and as much as he'd wish to be burning with passion for his job, being an office worker for a finance company really doesn't foster particularly interesting meetings. So his mind has more than enough time and opportunity to stray, and Yifan only barely manages to catch himself everytime a certain dimpled smile pops up in his mind, or a smoothly muscled chest, or...
He takes to physically chastising himself whenever his thoughts wander to inappropriate territories by pinching his leg under the table, but the pain only helps so much. Halfway through Yifan reasons that perhaps it's for the best he only has a passive and no active role during the meeting because he can't quite guarantee that he wouldn't have stumbled over his words, or, which might have been even more embarrassing, would have accidentally confused what he wanted to say with something related to the picture that is haunting him.
It's not as if Yifan's a constantly horny teenager anymore, which is all the more reason for him to be slightly baffled by the effect one nude picture has on him. He's seen enough naked people, in magazines, in real life, in porn -he had been convinced that he had left behind the overly hormonal years where he would pop a boner at the mere sight of a naked body. But then again, this isn't just any "naked body", it's a naked Yixing they're talking about and that seems like the only reasonable explanation as for why Yifan is reacting so strongly to the picture.
A discussion about the future of their partner company turns to an one hour reflection session for Yifan instead as he tries to figure out what exactly his reaction to Yixing's picture means; whether there are new feelings or a left-over physical attraction to the younger that are flaring up now. He barely even gets to the part of wondering about why Yixing would send him a nude picture out of the blue in the first place before the chair of the meeting declares that they've reached the end of today's agenda. Yifan waits politely for his boss to leave first, following after the man through the door and trying his best to recall enough from the last one and a half hours to make some business related small talk while they both walk back towards the other building.
It's not until Yifan is securely settled back at his desk-or not so securely because with his co-workers surrounding him he only has a facsimile of privacy in the little pseudo-cubicle-that he pulls out his phone. He initially had planned to ignore the device until the evening, but at the same time curiosity is eating away at him. There is a 99% probability that Yixing has written him within the last 90 minutes. The younger is a communicative person, way more so than Yifan is, and there have been more than enough instances where Yixing would lead a soliloquy in their WeChat-Chatroom, simply because Yifan wasn't quick enough to reply. So sending a picture out of the blue without an explanation isn't Yixing's style. Not at all. (Though Yifan wonders whether he really can judge that; he has no idea about Yixing's nude-picture-sending-habits after all.)
As expected, he's greeted by Yixing's name flashing up on the green WeChat notifications that swamp his screen as soon as he moves to unlock the phone. He doesn't scroll through the list, since he prefers to read messages in proper chronological order. The red count on the WeChat app is indicating a two digit number, and yes, that is like Yixing, Yifan thinks. When he opens the chat, the app automatically skips to his last read place, and Yifan almost gives a start as the picture of Yixing basically jumps at him. Gulping, Yifan hurries to swipe the chat history up until the upper corner of his screen matches with the beginning of Yixing's messages. He takes a deep breath, as if he just warded off something bad a lot of effort; or perhaps he's just preparing himself for what's to come before he focuses on the lines of text.
"OH MY GOD dont look at the picture DDDD:" reads the first messages, and Yifan automatically apologizes mentally because he isn't able to fulfill that request. There is one conclusion Yifan can draw from that sentence already, and that is that either Yixing sent him the picture without intending to, or that younger regretted sending it as soon as it was done
The next few messages provide him with more information, reading almost like a stream of consciousness insight of Yixing's thoughts (“Oh it's not possible to not see the picture if you read my messages...", "But just delete it", "Without looking", "Pls", "Oh my god Yifan,I'm sorry"). Yifan startles when he reaches the "That wasn't meant for you!" because does that mean the picture was meant for someone else? He doesn’t recall Yixing having told him about seeing or fancying someone, but the "I mean, it wasn't meant for anyone! Don't get any wrong ideas" and "I wanted to delete it but somehow... Idk it got send to you (shocked face)" that follow immediately after shed a bit more light on the whole matter. Considering that it’s Yixing Yifan thinks that it’s actually a reasonable explanation as for why the younger would send him a nude selfie.
Yixing seems to be having had a near mental breakdown of a slightly different kind from the one Yifan experienced during the meeting, if his following messages are anything to go by ("Istg this stupid phone, one day I'll just throw it out of the window...", "Yifan pls say smth", "I'm sorry", "Don't ignore me ;;;;;", "I...I hope this didn't make things awkward or anything....")
When he gets to "You can also send me a nude pic in return if that'll make you feel better", he stops for a moment, his body unsure whether to make him pale or flush at the idea. Yixing seems to have noticed the slightly suggestive nature of his proposition mere seconds after sending the message because he immediately followed it up with "That came out sounding not like intended... Can we just forget this happened? Please??"
There’s nothing after that, and Yifan sees the time stamp of the last message, dating back a good twenty minutes. He contemplates his next move thoroughly, not wanting to act too rash. There are a lot of actions he can take now, his choices starting with whether to write Yixing or call him and ending with whether to claim he never looked at the picture or just telling Yixing to forget about it or to tease him with both the picture and the suggestive sounding messages following it.
It's a difficult choice to make, because no matter what he answers, he feels as if he will give his own reaction away, and he can't have that. It took himself long enough to get rid of these lingering desires whenever he'd look at Yixing, and he doesn't want things to get awkward between them because Yixing's clumsiness reawakened what he realized are old feelings. So he lets his fingers hover over the virtual keyboard for a second before he starts typing away.
Sry, I was in a meeting just now, he writes, and you know, usually people start with dick pics and not full body shots right away.
He sends the message before he can even contemplate changing it again, because he knows that thinking about the reply any longer will just make it more difficult.
It only takes the blink of an eye for the younger to respond, and Yifan can picture perfectly how Yixing is sitting at his desk, his books strewn all around him as his phone is placed only centimeters beside his hand so that he won't miss the moment when Yifan answers him. The bubble indicating that Yixing is writing appears, and is replaced by a drawn out Yifannnnn followed by a ton of crying emoticons, and another message with Yixing complaining that it was just an accident of his to send the picture in the first place.
It fuels Yifan to prod further. Why did you take that pic either way. And part of him regrets asking that question right after he's sent it-the part that's been trying it's hardest to suppress his libido that is-because obviously his brain immediately has to imagine Yixing taking that picture for him, Yifan, trying out various poses, experimenting with the light. He remembers vaguely that Yixing is watching his phone's screen in the photo, his forehead furrowed in concentration as if he is checking how well his body is being captured by the camera.
It was just, you know, I've been working out lately, so I took a training progress shot.... the younger claims, and Yifan thinks that it does sound reasonable enough, if it weren't for one tiny detail.
And how exactly were your boxers concealing the efforts of your training?
This time Yixing doesn't reply within seconds, and Yifan almost wonders whether he's pushed his luck too far, whether Yixing will be mad at him now for pointing out something like that. It only strikes Yifan when the writing icon appears and disappears for the third time that with the way he's phrased his question it sounds as if Yixing's dick was part of his training efforts...
He blushes scarlet at the idea, and leans forward further to try to hide both his face and his phone screen from his co-workers, because he can already feel his mental restraints waver, his thoughts wandering more and more off into dangerous territories.
The weak vibration indicating a new reply makes Yifan jump again, but only slightly this time, not enough to draw attention to him from the other people in the room like the last time where he threw over his bottle. Though the a low groan that might have escaped him when he looks at his phone's screen, seeing Yixing's answer there, isn’t exactly inconspicuous.
Well... tbh I might have wondered what other people see when I, you know...
And it's too much, the idea of other people-Yifan-seeing Yixing like this, in reality, the idea of Yixing wondering what other people-Yifan-might see when the younger strips in front of them- Yifan thought he had successfully fought down his boner, but the idea of Yixing posing in front of him like that, all fidgety and shy or all confident and seductive, it doesn't even matter to his cock.
He knows that it's too late to will away his growing hard-on with mental power alone, so he quickly texts Yixing an I'm sorry, my next meeting is starting before jumping up to rush to the restroom while acting as normal as possible.
It has been weeks since he has last pleasured himself to thoughts of Yixing, but it's as if his brain has only been waiting for this opportunity, making it almost too easy to imagine Yixing's trained body beneath him, all the lines of his muscles that have been burned into his eyes guiding Yifan's tongue across the younger's chest, leading him down with the sound of Yixing's breathless moans until Yifan reaches the brunet's cock, standing proudly against his stomach and already leaking precum. Inside the locked toilet cabin Yifan moves his hand in time with the rhythm that his imaginary self licks along Yixing's erection, drawing broken chants of Yifan's name from the younger’s lips. The blond is more than happy for having had the foresight to take off both his jacket and his suit shirt because his orgasm hits him harder than expected when he turns to imagining Yixing returning the favour of sucking him off instead, his cum spurting out in thick streaks onto his white undershirt.
He makes quick business of cleaning the fluids off his clothes as soon as he has come down from his high, not allowing himself to bath in the afterglow of his orgasm because he has already been gone from his desk for too long. On his way back he makes sure to stop by the printer and collect a few empty pages of paper, so that his co-workers might think he was just waiting for print-outs instead of jerking off to thoughts of his best friend.
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That evening he and Yixing have their weekly "movie and dinner" night, and Yifan has never before been this nervous about it. Yixing had been all meek when asking Yifan whether they would still meet up, and the elder had replied with a vehement of course, and that there is no reason why they shouldn't.
Ever since Yifan graduated from university and progressed into the world of the working population while Yixing continued being a student, the time they spend together has significantly decreased. So in order to maintain at least a fragment of their lifestyle of being around each other 24/7 even now that Yifan has had to move out of the university dorms and got his own place closer to his work than the campus, they agreed that on every Tuesday they would meet up at one of their places to cook dinner and watch movies together. They don't always cook, and sometimes they would get so lost in conversation that they don't get around to switching the television on before Yixing has to go catch his last train or they both have to sleep since the next day always is just a normal weekday and they have to get up early.
Their deal is that nothing can override these Tuesday meetings, that the evening always has to be kept free of any other obligations or arrangements, and the fact that Yixing thought that Yifan might cancel their fix meet-up has him realize just how worried Yixing is about his reaction and about having made things awkward between them. And it makes Yifan wonder.
He recalls how Yixing had switched from excuse to excuse so quickly when Yifan teased him a little that afternoon, and even though Yifan didn't prod any further after he had "returned from his meeting", he still feels a hint of doubt about whether Yixing actually told him the truth. It simply doesn't sound like Yixing to take pictures of himself naked because he "wonders what other people see". Actually the more and more Yifan thinks about it, the less sense it makes. Why take a picture when he could already see himself in the mirror he photographed? It doesn't add up, and while Yifan doesn't want it, he somehow can't stop the sense of uneasiness that grows in his gut.
He and Yixing are best friends; best friends who can supposedly always tell each other everything (perhaps with the exception of Yifan having a teeny-tiny crush on the younger that he doesn't seem to have outgrown as much as he thought he had), and Yifan suddenly can't shake the thought that Yixing might have kept it a secret from him that he has a new love interest. After all, surely even Yixing can't have been as airheaded as to send a picture when he intended to delete it? Isn't it more likely that Yixing wanted to send that picture into a different chat but ended up sending it to Yifan instead? The thought makes a hot wave of possessiveness rush through Yifan's veins that is entirely unexpected.
There is no claim he has on Yixing, and both of them have dated people since they became friends, but it's been a while since Yixing last had a boyfriend, and Yifan has been single for almost a year as well. Perhaps it's just that Yifan has forgotten by now what it is like to share Yixing, and that's why he's so affected. Or perhaps he just can't stand the idea that the sight he was granted that morning might be meant for someone else's eyes. At the same time a weight settles into the pit of his stomach with the realization that his crush on Yixing is far from gone; on the contrary, without his knowledge it seems to have grown.
It would fit, he wonders, that he only comes to accept these feelings now when it seems that Yixing has already found someone else. Even though people always attribute being a bit slow to Yixing, in reality Yifan thinks he's far slower than his friend when it comes to interpersonal matters.
( part 2)
Pairing: Fanxing
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~11.8k
Summary: Yixing has always complained about his phone never doing what he wants it to do, but Yifan reasons that this is taking things to a whole new level.
A/N: Written for kissfanxing. Thanks to LG for the hand holding and inspiring brainstorming!
Technological Ineptitude
(And Its Unexpected Advantages)
It’s not out of the norm for Yixing to send him pictures. Actually Yifan gets sent pictures all the time. Pictures of the cute bunnies the younger is following on Instagram, or funny memes, or just a quick snapshot of the newest junk food the student’s discovered in the supermarket. So Yifan doesn’t really suspect anything to be off when his phone vibrates in his pants pocket during work, the notification telling him that his best friend has once again sent him an image.
Reasoning he can just as well use a break from typing rows of numbers into an endless seeming excel sheet, he unlocks his phone to check out what sort of cuteness Yixing found on the internet this time. He's greeted by the sight of something not cute at all. Or well, something that he always thought to be quite cute, something that could be lethally adorable most of the time. To be exact, he's greeted by the sight of Yixing, but the younger's decidedly not looking cute right then. Or perhaps he does, perhaps he's looking adorably confused or has that dimple in his smile that Yifan always wants to poke but frankly the elder doesn't know because he's not looking at Yixing's face. Instead he's looking at practically everything else.
Everything.
Because the picture that has him frozen in place in shock shows Yixing in all his naked glory, posing in front of the full body mirror in his room. This, this definitely is out of the norm. They don't send each other nude pics. They don't even send each other dick pics as a joke when they're drunk. They're not that kind of friends, they're best friends, have been ever since college.
So Yifan isn't quite sure what to make of the sight in front of him. Then again, his brain has come to a complete halt either way, which means he's unable to process anything but the sight of Yixing's bare chest, his bare abdomen, his bare... Yifan doesn't want to let his eyes travel, he doesn't want to let his throat go dry because they aren't that kind of friends but damn, Yixing is a gorgeous human being. It's not really news to Yifan that the smaller male is well-trained; he's shared the gym wih him often enough during college days-Yifan practicing his bank shots while Yixing tried to perfect his latest dance routine in the corner of the gym where the large windows were polished enough to cast Yixing's reflection back at him once the sun had set outside.
And ever since Yifan can remember, Yixing has disliked clothes, has preferred pushing his sleeves up onto his shoulders and pulling his shirts over his head as soon as dancing had warmed him up a little. It's been enough to fuel Yifan's youthful shower fantasies more often than he would like to admit during the early stages of becoming closer friends with Yixing, but ever since their third year in college he has gotten himself mostly under control. He still thinks that Yixing is one of the most gorgeous living beings he's ever come across, but in 9 out of 10 cases he can stop his thoughts about the younger from drifting off into more lewd territories.
Theoretically.
Until now.
Because right now he's looking at a picture of his best friend that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and even if Yifan were to be able to close the photograph immediately-which he can’t in his shell-shocked state-, he would still end up with the sight imprinted behind his eyelids. The way Yixing's abs form hills and valleys on his stomach that are only emphasized by the dramatic lighting of his desk lamp. The picture must have been taken at night, going by the darkness that Yifan can see beyond the window's reflection in the mirror. Below his abs, Yixing’s hips immediately dip along his clearly pronounced v-line. It's inevitable for Yifan's eyes to follow along these lines, really, going lower and lower until they fall onto-
Yifan's computer dings with a chat notification, his chef reminding him that they'll have a meeting in the building next door in five minutes. The blond almost jumps out of his chair at the sound, and manages to knock over his-thankfully capped-water bottle, which in turn draws his office mates' attention. He locks his phone out of reflex, his finger twitching over the lock button the second the sound of the notification startled him. He must be looking quite out of it because his next-desk neighbour asks him with a concerned face whether he's okay when he hastily catches his bottle before it can roll down the table. The croaked out answer doesn't sound very believable or reassuring, so Yifan clears his throat and nods instead, standing to hastily gather all the material he’s going to need for the meeting. He knows his cheeks must be flushed because they feel hot. He just hopes his co-workers will attribute the colour to his embarrassment over his clumsiness of almost knocking down his bottle. He's almost relieved that the blood is rushing to his cheeks because he'd rather have it there than in other regions.
That’s when the phone he had hastily pocketed vibrates again. And Yifan truly doesn't know if it's the physical sensation-he should be old enough that a bit of vibration near his groin does not set off a growing boner-or whether it's the fact the signal makes him recall the picture he received when he last got a message; either way he can feel his cock stir. He only barely manages to stop himself from cursing as he tries to distract himself with calming breaths and hurrying steps towards the elevator. Once the mechanic doors close behind him, giving him a few seconds by himself in the confines of the metal cabin, he contemplates whether to reach into his pants pockets to see if he got another message, but he's too afraid that whatever he will find there will either make him miss the meeting because he has to lock himself in the bathroom or force him to sit in a room with roughly 20 other co-workers while trying to hide a raging hard-on. Both are not desirable outcomes, so Yifan turns the "Do not disturb"-mode on and forces his cellphone and everything related to it to the back of his mind as he dashes towards the meeting room a bit faster than strictly necessary.
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Keeping up his concentration during the meeting proves to be a difficult task even without his phone vibrating at his leg. Being still fairly new in his company means he doesn't have any speaking part during the one and a half hours, and as much as he'd wish to be burning with passion for his job, being an office worker for a finance company really doesn't foster particularly interesting meetings. So his mind has more than enough time and opportunity to stray, and Yifan only barely manages to catch himself everytime a certain dimpled smile pops up in his mind, or a smoothly muscled chest, or...
He takes to physically chastising himself whenever his thoughts wander to inappropriate territories by pinching his leg under the table, but the pain only helps so much. Halfway through Yifan reasons that perhaps it's for the best he only has a passive and no active role during the meeting because he can't quite guarantee that he wouldn't have stumbled over his words, or, which might have been even more embarrassing, would have accidentally confused what he wanted to say with something related to the picture that is haunting him.
It's not as if Yifan's a constantly horny teenager anymore, which is all the more reason for him to be slightly baffled by the effect one nude picture has on him. He's seen enough naked people, in magazines, in real life, in porn -he had been convinced that he had left behind the overly hormonal years where he would pop a boner at the mere sight of a naked body. But then again, this isn't just any "naked body", it's a naked Yixing they're talking about and that seems like the only reasonable explanation as for why Yifan is reacting so strongly to the picture.
A discussion about the future of their partner company turns to an one hour reflection session for Yifan instead as he tries to figure out what exactly his reaction to Yixing's picture means; whether there are new feelings or a left-over physical attraction to the younger that are flaring up now. He barely even gets to the part of wondering about why Yixing would send him a nude picture out of the blue in the first place before the chair of the meeting declares that they've reached the end of today's agenda. Yifan waits politely for his boss to leave first, following after the man through the door and trying his best to recall enough from the last one and a half hours to make some business related small talk while they both walk back towards the other building.
It's not until Yifan is securely settled back at his desk-or not so securely because with his co-workers surrounding him he only has a facsimile of privacy in the little pseudo-cubicle-that he pulls out his phone. He initially had planned to ignore the device until the evening, but at the same time curiosity is eating away at him. There is a 99% probability that Yixing has written him within the last 90 minutes. The younger is a communicative person, way more so than Yifan is, and there have been more than enough instances where Yixing would lead a soliloquy in their WeChat-Chatroom, simply because Yifan wasn't quick enough to reply. So sending a picture out of the blue without an explanation isn't Yixing's style. Not at all. (Though Yifan wonders whether he really can judge that; he has no idea about Yixing's nude-picture-sending-habits after all.)
As expected, he's greeted by Yixing's name flashing up on the green WeChat notifications that swamp his screen as soon as he moves to unlock the phone. He doesn't scroll through the list, since he prefers to read messages in proper chronological order. The red count on the WeChat app is indicating a two digit number, and yes, that is like Yixing, Yifan thinks. When he opens the chat, the app automatically skips to his last read place, and Yifan almost gives a start as the picture of Yixing basically jumps at him. Gulping, Yifan hurries to swipe the chat history up until the upper corner of his screen matches with the beginning of Yixing's messages. He takes a deep breath, as if he just warded off something bad a lot of effort; or perhaps he's just preparing himself for what's to come before he focuses on the lines of text.
"OH MY GOD dont look at the picture DDDD:" reads the first messages, and Yifan automatically apologizes mentally because he isn't able to fulfill that request. There is one conclusion Yifan can draw from that sentence already, and that is that either Yixing sent him the picture without intending to, or that younger regretted sending it as soon as it was done
The next few messages provide him with more information, reading almost like a stream of consciousness insight of Yixing's thoughts (“Oh it's not possible to not see the picture if you read my messages...", "But just delete it", "Without looking", "Pls", "Oh my god Yifan,I'm sorry"). Yifan startles when he reaches the "That wasn't meant for you!" because does that mean the picture was meant for someone else? He doesn’t recall Yixing having told him about seeing or fancying someone, but the "I mean, it wasn't meant for anyone! Don't get any wrong ideas" and "I wanted to delete it but somehow... Idk it got send to you (shocked face)" that follow immediately after shed a bit more light on the whole matter. Considering that it’s Yixing Yifan thinks that it’s actually a reasonable explanation as for why the younger would send him a nude selfie.
Yixing seems to be having had a near mental breakdown of a slightly different kind from the one Yifan experienced during the meeting, if his following messages are anything to go by ("Istg this stupid phone, one day I'll just throw it out of the window...", "Yifan pls say smth", "I'm sorry", "Don't ignore me ;;;;;", "I...I hope this didn't make things awkward or anything....")
When he gets to "You can also send me a nude pic in return if that'll make you feel better", he stops for a moment, his body unsure whether to make him pale or flush at the idea. Yixing seems to have noticed the slightly suggestive nature of his proposition mere seconds after sending the message because he immediately followed it up with "That came out sounding not like intended... Can we just forget this happened? Please??"
There’s nothing after that, and Yifan sees the time stamp of the last message, dating back a good twenty minutes. He contemplates his next move thoroughly, not wanting to act too rash. There are a lot of actions he can take now, his choices starting with whether to write Yixing or call him and ending with whether to claim he never looked at the picture or just telling Yixing to forget about it or to tease him with both the picture and the suggestive sounding messages following it.
It's a difficult choice to make, because no matter what he answers, he feels as if he will give his own reaction away, and he can't have that. It took himself long enough to get rid of these lingering desires whenever he'd look at Yixing, and he doesn't want things to get awkward between them because Yixing's clumsiness reawakened what he realized are old feelings. So he lets his fingers hover over the virtual keyboard for a second before he starts typing away.
Sry, I was in a meeting just now, he writes, and you know, usually people start with dick pics and not full body shots right away.
He sends the message before he can even contemplate changing it again, because he knows that thinking about the reply any longer will just make it more difficult.
It only takes the blink of an eye for the younger to respond, and Yifan can picture perfectly how Yixing is sitting at his desk, his books strewn all around him as his phone is placed only centimeters beside his hand so that he won't miss the moment when Yifan answers him. The bubble indicating that Yixing is writing appears, and is replaced by a drawn out Yifannnnn followed by a ton of crying emoticons, and another message with Yixing complaining that it was just an accident of his to send the picture in the first place.
It fuels Yifan to prod further. Why did you take that pic either way. And part of him regrets asking that question right after he's sent it-the part that's been trying it's hardest to suppress his libido that is-because obviously his brain immediately has to imagine Yixing taking that picture for him, Yifan, trying out various poses, experimenting with the light. He remembers vaguely that Yixing is watching his phone's screen in the photo, his forehead furrowed in concentration as if he is checking how well his body is being captured by the camera.
It was just, you know, I've been working out lately, so I took a training progress shot.... the younger claims, and Yifan thinks that it does sound reasonable enough, if it weren't for one tiny detail.
And how exactly were your boxers concealing the efforts of your training?
This time Yixing doesn't reply within seconds, and Yifan almost wonders whether he's pushed his luck too far, whether Yixing will be mad at him now for pointing out something like that. It only strikes Yifan when the writing icon appears and disappears for the third time that with the way he's phrased his question it sounds as if Yixing's dick was part of his training efforts...
He blushes scarlet at the idea, and leans forward further to try to hide both his face and his phone screen from his co-workers, because he can already feel his mental restraints waver, his thoughts wandering more and more off into dangerous territories.
The weak vibration indicating a new reply makes Yifan jump again, but only slightly this time, not enough to draw attention to him from the other people in the room like the last time where he threw over his bottle. Though the a low groan that might have escaped him when he looks at his phone's screen, seeing Yixing's answer there, isn’t exactly inconspicuous.
Well... tbh I might have wondered what other people see when I, you know...
And it's too much, the idea of other people-Yifan-seeing Yixing like this, in reality, the idea of Yixing wondering what other people-Yifan-might see when the younger strips in front of them- Yifan thought he had successfully fought down his boner, but the idea of Yixing posing in front of him like that, all fidgety and shy or all confident and seductive, it doesn't even matter to his cock.
He knows that it's too late to will away his growing hard-on with mental power alone, so he quickly texts Yixing an I'm sorry, my next meeting is starting before jumping up to rush to the restroom while acting as normal as possible.
It has been weeks since he has last pleasured himself to thoughts of Yixing, but it's as if his brain has only been waiting for this opportunity, making it almost too easy to imagine Yixing's trained body beneath him, all the lines of his muscles that have been burned into his eyes guiding Yifan's tongue across the younger's chest, leading him down with the sound of Yixing's breathless moans until Yifan reaches the brunet's cock, standing proudly against his stomach and already leaking precum. Inside the locked toilet cabin Yifan moves his hand in time with the rhythm that his imaginary self licks along Yixing's erection, drawing broken chants of Yifan's name from the younger’s lips. The blond is more than happy for having had the foresight to take off both his jacket and his suit shirt because his orgasm hits him harder than expected when he turns to imagining Yixing returning the favour of sucking him off instead, his cum spurting out in thick streaks onto his white undershirt.
He makes quick business of cleaning the fluids off his clothes as soon as he has come down from his high, not allowing himself to bath in the afterglow of his orgasm because he has already been gone from his desk for too long. On his way back he makes sure to stop by the printer and collect a few empty pages of paper, so that his co-workers might think he was just waiting for print-outs instead of jerking off to thoughts of his best friend.
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That evening he and Yixing have their weekly "movie and dinner" night, and Yifan has never before been this nervous about it. Yixing had been all meek when asking Yifan whether they would still meet up, and the elder had replied with a vehement of course, and that there is no reason why they shouldn't.
Ever since Yifan graduated from university and progressed into the world of the working population while Yixing continued being a student, the time they spend together has significantly decreased. So in order to maintain at least a fragment of their lifestyle of being around each other 24/7 even now that Yifan has had to move out of the university dorms and got his own place closer to his work than the campus, they agreed that on every Tuesday they would meet up at one of their places to cook dinner and watch movies together. They don't always cook, and sometimes they would get so lost in conversation that they don't get around to switching the television on before Yixing has to go catch his last train or they both have to sleep since the next day always is just a normal weekday and they have to get up early.
Their deal is that nothing can override these Tuesday meetings, that the evening always has to be kept free of any other obligations or arrangements, and the fact that Yixing thought that Yifan might cancel their fix meet-up has him realize just how worried Yixing is about his reaction and about having made things awkward between them. And it makes Yifan wonder.
He recalls how Yixing had switched from excuse to excuse so quickly when Yifan teased him a little that afternoon, and even though Yifan didn't prod any further after he had "returned from his meeting", he still feels a hint of doubt about whether Yixing actually told him the truth. It simply doesn't sound like Yixing to take pictures of himself naked because he "wonders what other people see". Actually the more and more Yifan thinks about it, the less sense it makes. Why take a picture when he could already see himself in the mirror he photographed? It doesn't add up, and while Yifan doesn't want it, he somehow can't stop the sense of uneasiness that grows in his gut.
He and Yixing are best friends; best friends who can supposedly always tell each other everything (perhaps with the exception of Yifan having a teeny-tiny crush on the younger that he doesn't seem to have outgrown as much as he thought he had), and Yifan suddenly can't shake the thought that Yixing might have kept it a secret from him that he has a new love interest. After all, surely even Yixing can't have been as airheaded as to send a picture when he intended to delete it? Isn't it more likely that Yixing wanted to send that picture into a different chat but ended up sending it to Yifan instead? The thought makes a hot wave of possessiveness rush through Yifan's veins that is entirely unexpected.
There is no claim he has on Yixing, and both of them have dated people since they became friends, but it's been a while since Yixing last had a boyfriend, and Yifan has been single for almost a year as well. Perhaps it's just that Yifan has forgotten by now what it is like to share Yixing, and that's why he's so affected. Or perhaps he just can't stand the idea that the sight he was granted that morning might be meant for someone else's eyes. At the same time a weight settles into the pit of his stomach with the realization that his crush on Yixing is far from gone; on the contrary, without his knowledge it seems to have grown.
It would fit, he wonders, that he only comes to accept these feelings now when it seems that Yixing has already found someone else. Even though people always attribute being a bit slow to Yixing, in reality Yifan thinks he's far slower than his friend when it comes to interpersonal matters.
( part 2)