"Why wouldn't I?" Xue Yang laughed, shaking his head and moving back into the front seat. "You are the one to blame. Who passes out in an Uber alone, drunk like that, looking like you? You're lucky I'm not murdering you, really." What a whiny bitch he was. "You should thank me for that, anyway. I'm even driving you home, like a responsible Uber driver. You should give me a tip."
Oh God, he was going home. And all he wanted was to shower and go to bed but Song Lan was there. How could he ever look at him again? How could he face the man he had just cheated on and betrayed. He tried to untangle his wrists from the seat belt but it wasn't easy, his fingers were entirely numb. The car started moving and Xingchen almost slid off the seat, only caught by his hands. "Ah! Please be careful!"
"Remind me to gag you if we ever do this again," Xue Yang said with a somehow audible roll of his eyes, not worried about being seen as they were back in traffic. Not only was it late enough for mostly only shady people to be out and about anyway, but his windows were tinted. He wasn't an amateur. Making conversation, he figured he deserved a good Uber rating for this. He was going to use Xingchen's phone both for that and to tip himself before he left the app. "So, does your boyfriend not fuck you right? Such a waste."
He didn't want to hear Chengmei speak of his boyfriend, it soured him so much that he really did feel sick. He curled into himself, lying down in the back, wondering where his pants were. Maybe the floor of the car? He couldn't see. "I don't wish to talk to you." He didn't want to converse with the man who had raped him. Defiled him. "You're a monster."
"A monster that has made you come while you were begging for it," Xue Yang pointed out, not bothering to hide his satisfaction or amusement. "You shouldn't have drunk so much, you clearly can't hold it."
What a low tolerance he must have. He could not wait for tonight, when he could indulge himself in the memory of all this. "You were great, by the way. Thank you so much."
"You made me beg or you wouldn't let me go. It's not the same. I wasn't begging for it because I wanted it." Xingchen tried to justify, wanting to try and salvage some of his self esteem but even as he said it, it felt hollow and false. He had begged. He had sobbed with pleasure. He came. He enjoyed it. The rough thrusts, the teasing, the belt trapping him. He loved being bit on the neck and being pounded into painfully.
He was the real monster here. What was wrong with him? Why had he enjoyed any of this? "Are we nearly home?" He needed to be away from this man.
Annoyed with his stubborn insistence to deny what had happened, truly, Xue Yang turned on some music to drown out further whining. His mind was filled with Xiao Xingchen, as he stole glances back over his shoulder any chance he got. It was how he realised when Xingchen passed out again and it meant that when he reached his house, he could just drag his unconscious body to the front step.
What a nice house. Pristine. He hated that. Xue Yang kicked at the perfect lawn before he got into his car and drove away, taking Xingchen's underwear, pants and his phone with him.
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Oh God, he was going home. And all he wanted was to shower and go to bed but Song Lan was there. How could he ever look at him again? How could he face the man he had just cheated on and betrayed. He tried to untangle his wrists from the seat belt but it wasn't easy, his fingers were entirely numb. The car started moving and Xingchen almost slid off the seat, only caught by his hands. "Ah! Please be careful!"
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He didn't want to hear Chengmei speak of his boyfriend, it soured him so much that he really did feel sick. He curled into himself, lying down in the back, wondering where his pants were. Maybe the floor of the car? He couldn't see. "I don't wish to talk to you." He didn't want to converse with the man who had raped him. Defiled him. "You're a monster."
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What a low tolerance he must have. He could not wait for tonight, when he could indulge himself in the memory of all this. "You were great, by the way. Thank you so much."
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He was the real monster here. What was wrong with him? Why had he enjoyed any of this? "Are we nearly home?" He needed to be away from this man.
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Annoyed with his stubborn insistence to deny what had happened, truly, Xue Yang turned on some music to drown out further whining. His mind was filled with Xiao Xingchen, as he stole glances back over his shoulder any chance he got. It was how he realised when Xingchen passed out again and it meant that when he reached his house, he could just drag his unconscious body to the front step.
What a nice house. Pristine. He hated that. Xue Yang kicked at the perfect lawn before he got into his car and drove away, taking Xingchen's underwear, pants and his phone with him.