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Wei Ying’s mobile started to ring while he was having dinner with the most disappointing blind date of all time. He would have just ignored it except it was his work phone that was blaring out “I’m a barbie girl” and he could not afford to pass it up.
Shit.
He looked over at his date. The man grinned back at him then went back to inspecting his cutlery. Wei Ying’s phone kept ringing in his jacket pocket perched on the back of the chair.
Double shit.
He really needed the money this call would provide. He was saving up for university and if he was being honest with himself, he knew this fucking date was going no where. There was only one person Wei Ying wanted with all his heart, and it wasn’t the guy sitting opposite him at a wonky table in a second rate restaurant.
Wei Ying pulled his phone out of his pocket and stood up. He smiled at his date apologetically. “I’m so sorry, I have to go, the only person that has my new number is my mother. She’s calling me to let me know she’s out of surgery. I have to go see her immediately.”
Wow. What a good lie!
Wei Ying mentally congratulated himself.
The guy whose name Wei Ying had already forgotten, smiled that vapid smile of his. “Oh! That’s okay. We can reschedule sometime.”
“Sure!” Nope. Not happening...
“I’ll get your contact info from Nie Huaisang.” When hell freezes over…
Wei Ying grabbed his jacket and ran out of the restaurant. He slipped into an alleyway and answered the call. “Hello?” he purred, his voice as smooth as silk.
“Sunny is that you?”
“Yes it’s me darling, what can I do for you?”
“Sunny, I want you to have my baby.”
Wei Ying slipped further into the alley, away from the noise of the street traffic. “I want to have your baby, sugar. I want it so bad.”
“Fuck.” Wei Ying heard a sound that he assumed was a belt and a zipper. “Do you want a boy or a girl?” the caller asked.
“How about both? I’m sure you could put twins in me with that huge cock of yours.”
“Shit.”
Wei Ying suppressed a smile. This guy was a regular and he probably wasn’t going to last long. “I might even be pregnant with your baby right now, darlin. You filled me up so fucking good the last time and I kept it in just like you told me to.” All lies of course, he hadn’t even met the guy, Wei Ying just poured honey into his ear while he wanked his own brains out.
Wei Ying heard a sound that he was pretty sure was skin on skin. He checked his watch.
Crap.
This was going to drag down his call time average for the week. This horny devil was moving too fast.
“Go slowly baby, I don’t want to waste a drop,” he coaxed because saying ‘I need you to stay on the call longer so I make more moolah’ would have been impolite.
The caller groaned. “Yeah, I’ll go slow. I wish I could see you. I want to see your face while I fuck you, I want to see how happy you are that I’m going to put a baby in you.”
“Two babies,” Wei Ying reminded him. Shit! Why did he do that? That would probably push him over the…
“Urghhhhhh…..”
Crap. He came.
“That was fucking amazing…” he breathed down the phone.
“You want to go again?” Wei Ying said hopefully.
“Nah, I can’t. I’m done for the night. I’ll talk to you next week. Goodnight, Sunny.”
He hung up and Wei Ying stamped his foot angrily.
Bad sexy Wei Ying! You have to keep them hanging on longer!
He had momentarily forgotten the golden rule. ‘Flirty for thirty.’ Flirt with them for thirty minutes then go in for the kill, don’t give them the goodies right away!
He sighed. His phone rang again. He ignored it and hailed a cab. He had to get home before he dealt with another one. He couldn’t work in an alleyway all night like a… well like an actual hooker.
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Wei Ying sneaked back into the apartment and sighed with relief when he realised Lan Zhan wasn’t there. He must have stayed late at his brothers again. Wei Ying put down his bag and keys and moved into his bedroom. He answered the phone which was still ringing in his hand as he sat down on the bed and unzipped his ankle boots.
“I’ve been bad. I need to be punished,” the caller rasped.
Ahhh. This one was a regular too. One of his VIPs. Wei Ying quickly got into character.
“Su She, you disgusting little maggot. Confess,” he barked.
“Mistress…I...I came without your permission.”
“That is unacceptable. Do you have the riding crop I sent you?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Ten strikes, count them down for me.”
Wei Ying heard him howl as he struck himself. Wei Ying winced. He didn’t like to think of anyone in pain, but Su She seemed to need it to get off and Wei Ying wasn’t about kink shaming. Su She counted down as he whipped himself.
“Good boy,” Wei Ying praised. He heard Su She sigh with relief. “Mistress, have I really been good?”
“Yes, very good. You can come now if you like.”
Buggar!
That big mouth of his! He shouldn’t have said that, when would he learn to keep them hanging on for longer?
A gasp of delight came down the phone. “Oh thank you, Mistress!”
He heard the tell tale slapping then Su She made a strangled sound. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whined one last time.
“Goodnight, Maggot,” Wei Ying said before hanging up. He sighed and rolled his neck. He took a quick shower and changed into an oversized T-shirt just as his phone began to ring once more.
“Hello?” He breathed.
There was a deep sigh on the other end of the phone. A shy caller. That was okay, Wei Ying was used to that. “I’m here to help you, baby. Tell me what you need. I want to make you feel better,” he offered.
“I...I just need to come.”
Wow. Straight to the point.“Okay, sugar. Any special requests?”
“No. Your voice is…lovely. I think that could be enough. It sounds so much like...well it reminds me of someone. Someone I care about a lot.”
Wei Ying was used to clients telling him they liked his voice but there was something in this caller's compliment that made his heart contract. He seemed so sweet and his voice sounded vaguely familiar to Wei Ying’s best friend…he pushed the thought away. He couldn’t think about Lan Zhan at that moment. It was waaaaaaay too distracting.
“I like your voice too,” Wei Ying told him. “Why don’t we get comfortable? I’m going to lie down. Would you like to lie down?”
“I can’t, I’m at a party. Well I’m outside of the party.”
“Sex outside can be fun. Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Keep it that way. I don’t want to share you, sugar.”
There was a whimper on the other end of the phone. Wei Ying stifled a giggle. This guy was cute. “Do you want me to touch myself?” he prompted.
“I don’t know.”
Wei Ying rolled his eyes. Geez. This was like pulling teeth. He would have to take the lead for a while.
“I’m going to touch my chest. I love rolling my nipples between my thumb and fingers, sometimes I give them a little pull. A little twinge of pain can be a turn on don’t you think?”
“Yes. I wish I was there. I wish I could be the one touching you.”
That was more like it.
“I wish you could touch me. I’m getting so hot now. I want to slide my hand between my legs. Should I slip my fingers inside my panties?”
“Yes.”
Something in his desperate plea stirred Wei Ying’s libido and he found himself actually complying with the request.
“I’m so wet,” he answered truthfully.
“Fuck.” Came the eloquent response.
Wei Ying smiled and bit his lip. This was fun. Old fashioned phone sex wasn’t a request he got very often. Plus the caller's voice meant he could pretend he was...no don’t go there! But it was too late. His mind was already formulating a fantasy...
He ran a hand over himself. “This feels so good. Do you want to join me?”
Wei Ying heard a fumble and the sound of a zip being undone and a few grunts as the caller repositioned himself. “Okay, I’m touching myself,” he confirmed eventually.
“Do you have a big dick?” Wei Ying moaned.
“Yes.”
Wei Ying shuddered.
Bet Lan Zhan has a big dick…shut up brain!
He groaned down the phone. “I knew it. I could tell just from the sound of your voice that it was big. What would you do if you were here?”
“I would fuck you with my big cock.”
Wow! Slow to start but a quick study!
“I bet it would feel so fucking good,” Wei Ying wrapped his hand around himself. “Are you close?”
“I’m so close, Wei Ying. So close…”
The name threw him. Wei Ying stopped touching himself. “What? What did you just say?” He sat up and clutched the phone to his ear.
“What’s wrong? What did I do?” came the panicked voice on the other end of the phone.
“How do you know my real name?” Wei Ying demanded.
“What? I didn’t know your name was Wei Ying. That’s the name of the boy I’m in love with. He’s my roommate. I was imagining you were him. He’s my best friend. I thought, maybe if I could relive some of my tension, maybe it would make things easier? I’ve been avoiding him so I don’t say the wrong thing. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect…”
Wei Ying’s heart stopped. It couldn’t be...could it?
“Lan Zhan? Is that you?” Wei Ying asked gently.
There was a long pause. “Wei Ying?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“My Wei Ying?”
Wei Ying couldn’t help it. He giggled. “Yes, your Wei Ying.”
“How, what, when?”
“All valid questions,” Wei Ying replied.
“How do I know it’s really you?”
Wei Ying rolled his eyes. “Remember last year when we went to that Halloween party dressed as Jack Skellington and Sally, and my brother got so drunk he puked all over Wen Ning who was dressed as Chuckie?”
Lan Zhan drew in a sharp breath. “Okay, it’s you. And I just told you that I’m in love with you.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“I meant as a friend.”
“No you didn’t.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Lan Zhan, you’re an idiot.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in love with you too.”
“What? That can’t be true.”
“Lan Zhan, I flirt with you all the time.”
“You do?”
“Yes! I’ve even considered wearing a sign that says ‘free real estate if your name is Lan Zhan!’ around my neck.”
“Oh.”
“And I go to watch the opera with you.”
“You don’t like the opera?”
“No, I hate it. I’d rather watch paint dry. But I get to stare at you for hours while you watch in rapture and I do like that.”
“This...this can’t be happening…”
“People say that to me all the time but usually it’s with their hands wrapped around their dick.”
“How long have you been in this line of work?”
Wei Ying winced as he answered. “A year.”
“A whole year? Does anyone else know?”
“Only you.”
“Wei Ying...”
Wei Ying tried to ignore the sick feeling forming in his stomach. “Look, if this bothers you, I can forget we ever had this conversation...”
“No, it doesn’t bother me. It’s just a lot to take in. But it’s just a job. I don’t care what you do. I care about you. Do you really love me?”
Hope started to creep back into Wei Ying’s heart. “Yes.”
“Where are you? I need to see you.”
“At home, in our apartment.”
“I’ll be there in ten.”
Lan Zhan hung up the phone and Wei Ying squealed as he shoved his t-shirt over his head and put on a set of sexy red lingerie with a silky robe over the top. Even though he was expecting it, the knock on the door still made him jump. He hesitated as he opened it. Would things be weird between them now? Would Lan Zhan want to talk things through? Maybe he should have rethought his wardrobe choices. When he opened the door, Lan Zhan rushed at him, pressing him up against the wall and threading their fingers together, holding them high above their heads. Lan Zhan’s lips were hot and rough, his thigh forced its way between Wei Ying’s legs and he rubbed against it and moaned.
Wordlessly, Lan Zhan picked Wei Ying up and carried him to the bedroom. Lan Zhan placed Wei Ying down on the bed and pulled his black sweater over his head as he crouched over him. He slowly undid the sash on Wei Ying’s gown and drew in a shaky breath as his eyes moved over the revealing lingerie.
“Wei Ying...you’re better than my fantasies.”
Wei Ying bit his lip and sat up, reaching for Lan Zhan’s jeans. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed as Lan Zhan threw more of their clothing onto the floor.
“Me too,” Lan Zhan replied, pressing Wei Ying down and devouring his throat.
Wei Ying’s eyes fluttered closed and his fingers weaved into Lan Zhan’s hair. “How long?” he breathed.
“Since day one,” Lan Zhan admitted, sucking Wei Ying’s nipples into his hot mouth one by one.
Wei Ying arched towards him. “Day one? Lan Zhan, why didn’t you say anything?”
Lan Zhan stopped for a moment and met his eyes. “You were with another guy then.”
Wei Ying propped himself up on his arms. “Yeah, but I would have dumped that wet rag in a heartbeat for you, and what about after that? When I was single?”
“The timing always seemed wrong.”
Wei Ying kissed him. “You’re an idiot.”
Lan Zhan leaned over him and Wei Ying lay down, slotting his thighs around Lan Zhan’s. “You never told me either,” he softly reprimanded.
Wei Ying bit his lip. “Guess you’re right. We’re both idiots.”
Lan Zhan smiled. “We belong together.”
Lan Zhan set about kissing every inch of Wei Ying’s skin. Wei Ying whimpered as Lan Zhan’s warm, strong hands ran over him. “Everytime you touch me, I melt,” he sighed.
Lan Zhan pushed out of his underwear and kicked them to the floor. “You own me, Wei Ying. I’ve sunk deeper and deeper in love with you over the years and now I don’t know where I end and you begin. You can ask anything of me. Anything.”
“Make love to me,” Wei Ying ordered gently, cupping Lan Zhan’s cheeks and pulling him down into a tender kiss.
“I can do that,” Lan Zhan murmured against Wei Ying’s lips.
**********
One month later…
“Wei Ying, are you home?”
Wei Ying put his finger to his lips as he appeared in the doorway and gave Lan Zhan a quick kiss.
“Oh baby, I want you to take hold of your cock, can you do that for me?” Wei Ying purred into the phone cradled between his shoulder and his neck.
Lan Zhan smirked as he moved through to the kitchen to put away the groceries. Wei Ying skipped into the room a few minutes later and started peeking into the bags.
“Finished already, Sweetheart?” Lan Zhan asked.
“He is yes,” Wei Ying said with a smirk. Lan Zhan came towards him and wrapped his arms around Wei Ying’s waist, pressing their lips together.
“Should I be jealous of all the men who desire my Wei Ying?”
Wei Ying shook his head. “They don’t want me, they just want their little fantasies, a bedtime wank to send them off to sleep or relax their wired minds. It’s a service really, I’m like a plumber or an electrician.”
“Mn, Wei Ying is noble. You are saving the world. One boner at a time.”
Wei Ying laughed. “I’m sure that’s something I could also help you with,” he murmured, letting his hand slip down to Lan Zhan’s crotch. “What do you want, sugar? A sweet southern belle? A timid school teacher? A virginal nun? I can be whatever your sexy heart desires.”
Lan Zhan kissed his again. “Just you. All I want is you. My beautiful, amazing, perfect boyfriend.”
Wei Ying smiled as his hands started to undo Lan Zhan’s belt. “Right answer,” he purred, as he fell to his knees...
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