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The room was cold.
His bed was cold.
The empty, hollow feeling in his chest was cold.
Cheng Xiaoshi sighed, rolling over and pulling the blanket over his shoulder. It wasn’t enough. Not even curled in on himself, nearly hugging his knees, could he fill that empty space inside him.
The soft tick-ticking of the clock echoing through the otherwise silent room mocked him. Regardless of their powers, no matter how hard they tried, time continued ticking forward. It was a universal truth they could never escape.
He tried closing his eyes, but it was no use. He knew sleep wouldn’t find him. Not unless…
Cold air engulfed him as he tossed his blanket aside and quickly hopped off the bed, facing it before stepping on his mattress. It was easy at this point, really. With his added height, he hardly had to do anything to climb the side of the bed and hop into the top bunk. The tricky part was being quiet.
He didn’t want to wake Lu Guang.
Carefully, he scaled the side until he slipped beneath Lu Guang’s sheets, snuggling up next to him. As soon as he felt the warmth of Lu Guang’s body, his eyes and body felt heavy with sleep. With Lu Guang, this was the closest he would ever feel to being full.
“Can’t sleep?”
Brown eyes snapped open, Cheng Xiaoshi’s entire vision engulfed by Lu Guang’s slate gray stare. Despite how cold his eyes could often look, Cheng Xiaoshi knew better. He knew the heat that radiated from Lu Guang’s body, and he could see the warmth behind his eyes.
“No.”
“I don’t blame you.” Lu Guang’s words were soft and understanding as his arm wrapped around Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulder. His hand ran down Cheng Xiaoshi’s arm and back up again, a gesture meant to be comforting but one that sent a heat to his core. “Tough case today.”
“Yeah,” he replied weakly. He hated that he didn’t have anything more to say. Though the words remained on the tip of his tongue, they died before he could even get them out any time he tried to talk to Lu Guang about what he was feeling.
“It’s okay.” Lu Guang brushed some hairs from in front of Cheng Xiaoshi’s face and tucked them behind his ear. The touch was gentle, and his fingertips lingered against the shell of his ear before pulling away. It was those touches—the small, nearly nonexistent ones that lasted just a moment longer than necessary—that gave Cheng Xiaoshi hope that there might be something more.
The way Lu Guang looked at him like he knew exactly what he was thinking, or maybe it was the fact Cheng Xiaoshi knew it to be true, allowed the cracks in his defenses to widen, shattering the walls he so carefully built.
With a single choked sob, Cheng Xiaoshi lunged forward, burying his head in Lu Guang’s chest. He gripped the front of Lu Guang’s shirt tight, balling it in his fists nearly to the point of ripping. His eyes wrenched shut as he lost the fight to a waterfall of tears, burning and stinging his eyes as they fell, coming to a rest as they pooled against Lu Guang’s shirt. A shaky inhale gave way to a full-body shudder.
All the emotions that had been building came out in a single, all-consuming sob. Cheng Xiaoshi opened his mouth to cry, but no sounds would come out. His throat was too tight. His lungs were burning and screaming, demanding he suck in a heaving breath, but the desperation and exhaustion refused to let him do so. Cheng Xiaoshi’s mouth merely hung open, unable to vocalize anything, until a violent gasp ripped through his chest.
Vaguely, he could hear soft coos and words of comfort coming from Lu Guang: a ‘shh,’ here and an ‘it’s okay’ there. Warm, comforting arms encircled his body and pulled him closer. When he could, he breathed in Lu Guang’s scent—one that was slightly earthy. It was familiar, and it was calming. Cheng Xiaoshi cried until he was empty to his core, and a bone-deep ache settled within him.
The slender fingers carding through his hair helped ground him as he came back to the present, his breathing slowly evening out, becoming easier and easier. A large hand cupped his jaw, and Cheng Xiaoshi allowed his gaze to be lifted. Long lashes, still heavy with tears, fluttered open as he looked at Lu Guang.
Cheng Xiaoshi knew he had to look terrible. An absolute wreck. He could feel the heat in his face, knowing it meant his complexion wasn’t splotchy. His eyes burned from the tears, more than likely red around the edges. Even still, the way Lu Guang looked at him was as if he had hung the moon and stars himself. Cheng Xiaoshi would never know what he did in a past life to deserve someone like him.
He couldn’t help how his eyes fixated on Lu Guang’s lips. They looked soft despite being slightly chapped, and they were red, likely from biting down on them earlier. As Lu Guang’s tongue darted across his lips, it was then that Cheng Xiaoshi realized just how close they were. He leaned into the warm touch against his jaw, his breath hitching as a thumb brushed across his cheek to wipe away an errant tear.
Cheng Xiaoshi shifted, a heat tightening in his stomach when his leg slotted between Lu Guang’s. But then, his eyes went wide, realizing what was pressing against his thigh.
“Shit, sorry.” He tried to push himself away, just barely, but Lu Guang pulled him closer.
“It’s fine.” Lu Guang dipped his head, so their noses brushed. “Why, does it bother you?”
Cheng Xiaoshi shivered as he felt Lu Guang’s breath. “No,” he whispered.
“I can’t help it.” Voice hushed, Lu Guang pulled back just enough to allow their eyes to meet. His pupils were blown and seemingly endless in their inky depths, leaving the little slivers of gray as small and thin as the moonlight leaking into the room. If Cheng Xiaoshi was correct, and not just being hopeful, there was a lustful intent behind his stare. “You’re pretty when you cry.”
Cheng Xiaoshi swallowed thickly. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the emotional exhaustion, his heart and mind too tired to care about the repercussions, or if it was some incidental confidence he happened to incur, but his hand snaked between their bodies until he was palming at the bulge pressing against his thigh.
Despite the low moan as Cheng Xiaoshi increased the pressure, Lu Guang assured him, “you don’t have to.”
“But I want to,” he responded without thinking, giving in to another burst of confidence. Cheng Xiaoshi cleared his throat and responded. “As a thank you.”
Sliding his fingers along the outline of Lu Guang’s cock, a heat blossomed in his stomach. It was a strong, heady kind of desire that began coursing through his veins, burning brighter when Lu Guang’s breath hitched as he snaked his fingers below the waistband of his pants.
Cheng Xiaoshi had no idea what he was doing. He continued to palm at Lu Guang’s erection through the thin fabric of his underwear. Watching Lu Guang’s expressions, he rubbed at his length; he allowed his thumb to brush across the head of his cock, poking from below his waistband, noting the little spot of precum beading at his tip. Cheng Xiaoshi learned as he went, using Lu Guang’s body as a guide.
“Have you ever done this before?”
Cheng Xiaoshi shook his head. How could he? And why would he? It’s always been Lu Guang for him. He’s never wanted anyone before, and he hasn’t wanted anyone since. If he couldn’t have Lu Guang, he was content to just be by his side. But now, he wasn’t sure if he could ever go back. Not even if he wanted to.
“Here,” Lu Guang offered, grabbing Cheng Xiaoshi’s wrist with one hand and pulling his cock free with the other. “Let me teach you.”
Lu Guang’s cock was warm, hot even, and when his fingers were gently guided to encircle his shaft, Lu Guang’s hand was just as warm. Together, they worked his length, starting slow with long, languid strokes. The contented hum from Lu Guang was addictive.
With their hands together, Lu Guang guided Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand up and down his length, now adding a twist of the wrist at the tip. Lu Guang gasped in pleasure, a song which gave way to a moan—low and true and echoing off the bare walls of their room. This time, Cheng Xiaoshi did it on his own, without Lu Guang’s lead, and received another beautiful sound in response.
Already, Cheng Xiaoshi wanted more. He wanted to be the cause of more of those sounds, and it wasn’t long before he added some of his own.
His heart pounded against his chest and tension coiled in his stomach. “Lu Guang,” he whispered, his lips ghosting against his friend’s. He felt a pull. He wanted to lean in. He wanted to kiss. He wanted to take, and he wanted to touch. He would take anything, as long as it was more of Lu Guang. His thighs pressed together tight as his arousal slipped from his cunt.
“That’s it,” Lu Guang assured. “Such a good boy. Quick learner.”
Cheng Xiaoshi preened at the praise, his chest filling with something lighter and brighter than the heavy lust encompassing him.
“Cheng Xiaoshi?”
He made a noise of acknowledgement, too lost in the draw of Lu Guang to form a proper response. Too far gone in the sights and sounds and sensations.
“Can I touch you too?”
“Yes.” He couldn’t deny it was something he’d thought about on multiple occasions, on those long, lonely nights when he couldn’t sleep after missions. Other nights too, he became overwhelmed with thoughts of Lu Guang. It was impossible not to, with how closely they worked, the level of intimacy, trust, and vulnerability needed to do their job—something he could only freely give to Lu Guang.
Knowing what to do now, Cheng Xiaoshi continued his movements, stroking Lu Guang’s flushed clock in a steady rhythm while his friend teased his mound over his sleep pants. Cheng Xiaoshi’s pace faltered. It wasn’t until slender, gentle fingers dipped between his legs and teased between his lips did he realize he was wet. His own arousal soaked his fitted boxers; it felt uncomfortable, but it didn’t deter Lu Guang.
His fingers—those same fingers he touched every day, if only for the briefest moment—teased his clit from over the fabric. Part of him was already overwhelmed. A jolt of electricity surged through his body, causing his legs to shake. But another part of him, one he was just becoming acquainted with, needed more.
“Lu Guang,” he whispered against his lips. “Please.”
And, of course, he should have known; that was all it took for Lu Guang’s fingers to trail below his waistband, fingering at his bare mound. His lips parted in a small gasp as Lu Guang dipped lower, rubbing slow, gentle circles against Cheng Xiaoshi’s clit.
The moment his lips parted, Lu Guang leaned forward, taking Cheng Xiaoshi’s as his own. He moaned into the kiss, allowing Lu Guang’s warm tongue to press into his mouth, much the same way his fingers pressed against the entrance of his cunt.
They pulled away from each other, a string of saliva keeping them connected. Cheng Xiaoshi already missed the warmth of his lips. He didn’t get a chance to really feel them. To commit their touch and taste to memory. It was his first kiss—among other things—and he didn’t want it to end.
He wanted it to be the first of many—the first of many with Lu Guang specifically.
“Don’t stop,” Lu Guang whispered.
“Shit.” Cheng Xiaoshi moved his hand along his length again, pumping more quickly than before.
“Too tight,” he hissed, wincing, then relaxing as Cheng Xiaoshi loosened his grip. The signal of his pain easily morphed into one of pleasure. “Mm, much better.”
Their lips met again, and this time Cheng Xiaoshi paid more attention. He took in the softness of Lu Guang’s lips and how he could still taste the barest hint of mint from his toothpaste. He reveled in the way Lu Guang’s cock throbbed in his hand as his thumb brushed over his slit, smearing a bead of precum. He would never forget the sheer ecstasy that washed over him as Lu Guang’s fingers slipped inside his cunt.
He was being invaded by Lu Guang in both places at once, and never in his life had he felt so full.
He was so wet, so ready for Lu Guang to be inside him; it was easy. The sensation was foreign and a little uncomfortable, but the pleasure outweighed the rest. Lu Guang’s fingers pressed against his virgin walls, filling him, allowing an entirely new sensation to wash over him.
It was easy to get lost in Lu Guang—to get lost in his smell, his touch, and even his taste. The sounds added to the effect just as much; the slick sounds of Lu Guang fingering his cunt, their moans, the slide of their tongues, and the rustling of fabric all came together in an arousing cacophony.
He wanted to speak, he tried to say something, but he didn’t want this to end. Cheng Xiaoshi just continued working Lu Guang’s cock as best he could as their tongues danced together, hoping his words would be conveyed through his actions.
Heat welled in his stomach and his pussy clenched around Lu Guang’s fingers. He was a coil, wound so tight he was on the verge of snapping. His hand worked harder on Lu Guang’s cock, matching the fingers' pace fucking his pussy.
Moaning and whining into their kiss, hips rolling against Lu Guang’s fingers to stimulate his clit, he teetered on the precipice.
Lu Guang decided for him, pulling away just enough to speak. “Cum for me. Please. I want you to cum.”
“What about you?” was all he could think to ask.
“‘M close too,” he slurred.
Their lips met again, and this time, it didn’t take long before they were both pulled over the edge. Cheng Xiaoshi’s free hand pulled at Lu Guang’s shirt, tugging him even closer. His hips stuttered as he fucked himself on Lu Guang’s fingers, chasing his own pleasure as he helped Lu Guang reach his.
He eagerly swallowed the moan from Lu Guang and continued stroking his cock in long, languid motions as he came. Lu Guang’s slender hips bucked forward, fucking into Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand as he rode out his orgasm. Warm cum slid down Cheng Xiaoshi’s fingers, and he didn’t stop stroking Lu Guang’s cock until he jerked and hissed with overstimulation.
Cheng Xiaoshi stopped, letting go of Lu Guang’s cock, but keeping his hand resting against the sharp bones of his hip, not wanting to retreat completely. As Lu Guang’s fingers slipped from his cunt, leaving him empty, he whined.
Lu Guang laughed at the sound and smiled. It was soft and mild—gentle—like everything Lu Guang did. “Feel better?”
Cheng Xiaoshi nodded, heat rushing to his face. “Yeah.”
With a gentle kiss to Cheng Xiaoshi’s forehead, a gesture that had no business making his heart flutter as violently as it did, Lu Guang pulled away just enough to remove his shirt. He lazily used the tee to wipe the cum from his stomach and Cheng Xiaoshi’s slick from his hands before handing it over for Cheng Xiaoshi to use. When Cheng Xiaoshi was done removing the cum from his fingers, he handed it back to Lu Guang, who unceremoniously tossed it over the edge of the bunk.
Without words, Cheng Xiaoshi was pulled close until his hands were resting on Lu Guang’s chest and his cheek was pressed against his shoulder. He knew they should talk about what happened and figure out what this meant for them, but that could wait until morning.
Instead, he sighed easily, letting his body melt against Lu Guang’s body. The sheets were pulled up and over to cover them more completely, and then Cheng Xiaoshi was once again wrapped in Lu Guang’s arms.
Outside the covers, the room was still cold.
But the hollow feeling in his chest was gone, replaced with a soft glow like the gentle embers of a campfire. The bed was now warm from the heat of their bodies, and he felt full—whole.
The room was still cold, but he paid it no mind. He melted into Lu Guang’s hold, content.