Meng Yao wanted to protest that he wasn't that hard up but Xue Yang had very casually touched his dick and now it wasn't going down. Embarrassed, he pulled his long sleeve shirt over his front and used it to try and cover up.
As they got outside, Meng Yao felt himself already sweating. His shirt and pants were too long for this weather but he didn't really want to show off his body. Usually, he wore light suits with thin fabrics but this was thicker than his usual shirts. He looked at Xue Yang, watching him flag down a cab. "Is it far away? The club, I mean."
"Nah, just about fifteen minutes ride or so." Xue Yang stepped off the curb when the cab stopped and then he even held the door open for Meng Yao, since he figured it might take him a while to get in with the crutch. "You look so clumsy."
It was endearing. "Like a baby deer."
Not exactly sexy, which was more club appropriate, but there was a certain appeal. At least he felt there was.
"It's just hard to do anything with the crutch." Meng Yao protested as he got in carefully and shuffled along, making sure his ankle didn't get hit on the way. He was recovering okayish but it was still swollen, purple and didn't like any pressure on it. Though he had learned to bear the pain well.
"I'm hoping it'll stop hurting so much soon. I think it wasn't set too bad so I'm hoping nothing permanent." Xue Yang knew how to fix his breaks, he supposed he could give him that much.
"If you complained less, you'd have nothing to talk about. Glad I gave you something." Xue Yang rolled his eyes, but he also wrapped an arm around Meng Yao, propping his chin up on his shoulder and turning his head so he could press his lips against his neck relatively unobtrusively. "I'll give you more."
That said, he bit down on his neck lightly, then started sucking. Marking him up.
"A-Yang..." Meng Yao whispered it insistently, not wanting to reject him but he could see the cab driver glaring at him in the wing mirror and he really didn't want any trouble. He had only developed an interest in men later in life but he knew how frowned upon it was. He knew how people felt about such things. It made him nervous.
He didn't want to get into trouble but he also didn't want the teeth to stop biting at his neck. He shuddered and closed his eyes. "We're in public."
"And he is driving us to a gay club and you and I are gonna have some gay sex later. Get that visual in your head, you dirty old man, see how you like it." Xue Yang had pulled away from Meng Yao's neck to speak, only to now stick his tongue out and run it along the mark that was already apparent, slowly darkening. "You bruise so easily. Love that."
Those words were quiet again, spoken just for him. The cab driver was glaring, but as red as his face had gotten, he was also staying quiet.
"I'm just very pale so it shows faster." Meng Yao admitted, looking at his own hands. He was exceptionally pale these days, that was the lack of outside time. As a boy, he had been very dark but now, that was almost hard to believe. "I should probably take vitamin D. I don't want to get sick."
But he didn't think Xue Yang kept vitamins in his house. Or, at least, he had never found them. He found it easier to focus on his skin than the outward and confrontational way Xue Yang spoke about them. He wished so deeply to have his confidence.
"D?" Xue Yang repeated it and then he had to laugh, delighted. "I can provide you with that. More D than you can take." It was childish and immature and he didn't care. He was laughing and then smothered it against Meng Yao's skin, so he ended up leaving another mark.
"You're so immature." And yet, he laughed. And he was surprised that he laughed but little in life gave him cause to laugh. He laughed to himself and shook his head, smiling a little. He liked the feel of his hot breathe, he liked that he could make Xue Yang laugh, even if it was something as simple as that.
"Being mature sounds like no fun. I'm never gonna do it." Who would want to bother? Walking around with a sour face all the time. "You can think to yourself that I laugh just to make you happy then."
It was not why, but he could certainly believe it if he wanted to. Maybe it would keep him from getting weird and rejecting him again.
"I like that. Then we both make each other happy. Then we're not one sided. Equality. It's more fair." And in their world, why couldn't it be fair? He watched the driver turn off into traffic and took the tedious moment to reach out, tentatively touching Xue Yang's hand. He wanted to hold his hand.
And then he realised it was the bandage side and panicked, pulling his hand back. Last time, that had not gone well. "Sorry!"
"Huh?" Xue Yang had no idea what Meng Yao was even apologising for. Not currently feeling vulnerable, he hadn't even registered the touch as such. He grabbed a hold of Meng Yao's hand with the very same hand, deciding to not let the apology go to waste. "That's fine. I forgive you." For whatever the fuck. "And you can make it up to me later."
"Okay?" He supposed. Whatever. As long as he wasn't pissed off at him, he didn't care. He was holding his hand. He was holding his hand, they were both happy and he was all marked up. Tonight they'd have sex. They were basically boyfriends now, right? Or, at least, close enough that he could pretend.
The cab pulled up and Meng Yao let go to his hand, getting out of the cab and looking at the club. It looked... loud. "I don't know if I've ever been to a club before. As an adult anyway. As a boy, I went with my mama to a few." And he had hated it every time.
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As they got outside, Meng Yao felt himself already sweating. His shirt and pants were too long for this weather but he didn't really want to show off his body. Usually, he wore light suits with thin fabrics but this was thicker than his usual shirts. He looked at Xue Yang, watching him flag down a cab. "Is it far away? The club, I mean."
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It was endearing. "Like a baby deer."
Not exactly sexy, which was more club appropriate, but there was a certain appeal. At least he felt there was.
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"I'm hoping it'll stop hurting so much soon. I think it wasn't set too bad so I'm hoping nothing permanent." Xue Yang knew how to fix his breaks, he supposed he could give him that much.
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That said, he bit down on his neck lightly, then started sucking. Marking him up.
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He didn't want to get into trouble but he also didn't want the teeth to stop biting at his neck. He shuddered and closed his eyes. "We're in public."
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Those words were quiet again, spoken just for him. The cab driver was glaring, but as red as his face had gotten, he was also staying quiet.
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But he didn't think Xue Yang kept vitamins in his house. Or, at least, he had never found them. He found it easier to focus on his skin than the outward and confrontational way Xue Yang spoke about them. He wished so deeply to have his confidence.
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"I like your laugh. It makes me so happy."
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It was not why, but he could certainly believe it if he wanted to. Maybe it would keep him from getting weird and rejecting him again.
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And then he realised it was the bandage side and panicked, pulling his hand back. Last time, that had not gone well. "Sorry!"
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The cab pulled up and Meng Yao let go to his hand, getting out of the cab and looking at the club. It looked... loud. "I don't know if I've ever been to a club before. As an adult anyway. As a boy, I went with my mama to a few." And he had hated it every time.