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“So,” Yu Bin says to the others, casually shuffling the deck of cards, “I hear Wang Yibo is a virgin.”
Xiao Zhan nearly chokes on his beer.
They are four hands (and three rounds of drinks) into a game of poker when Yu Bin makes this announcement, as though he had been waiting for the perfect time to turn the topic of conversation towards Wang Yibo’s sexual experience or lack thereof. The point when everyone was just tipsy enough for spilling secrets but not so drunk they’ll get sloppy.
Tomorrow’s call time is late so they can film some evening scenes, so Director Cheng had declared they should all sleep for at least twelve hours. Instead of sleeping, of course, they got together for a little “family bonding.” Yu Bin had recruited Wang Yizhou into bringing them a folding table so they could play cards.
“That can’t be true,” Ji Li says. “Haven’t you had girlfriends?”
“It’s true,” Wang Yibo replies. “No girlfriends.”
Yibo sounds not embarrassed in the slightest and why should he be? He’s young, he’s single, he’s busy and working; Xiao Zhan thinks quite certainly that he should not be having sex with anyone. He doesn’t like to think about Yibo having sex at all.
He takes another sip of his beer.
“Why don’t you just have sex with a friend?” Yu Bin says. “Get it over with.”
“Maybe he’s romantic.” Zhuocheng shrugs. “Maybe he wants it to be special.”
“Are you romantic,” Xuan Lu stage whispers to Yibo with a grin. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”
“Not too romantic,” Yibo says. He looks quickly over at Xiao Zhan, which Xiao Zhan reads as a plea for help.
“Why don’t we leave him alone?” Xiao Zhan says.
“Are you going to deal or not?” Wang Yizhou looks pointedly at Yu Bin.
“Nothing wrong with being a virgin,” Xiao Zhan continues. “Don’t pressure him.”
Wang Yibo says, “Hmm. I’d like to lose it though.”
Xiao Zhan chokes on his own tongue. “What?”
Yibo just stares at him, cool and unaffected; if someone’s face could shrug nonchalantly, it would be Wang Yibo’s. “I want to have sex.”
The heat in the room, already bad from the summer air, seems to climb. Is he sweating, Xiao Zhan worries. He always sweats too much. Each second he stares back at Wang Yibo, his lips which just said the word sex (!!), he sweats a little more.
Yu Bin slaps his hand on the table. They both jump. “It’s settled!” Yu Bin says. “Winner of the next hand takes Wang Yibo’s virginity.”
Xiao Zhan feels like he’s going crazy. “You’re going to decide who has sex with Wang Yibo based on one round of poker? Isn’t that a little ridiculous?”
“Maybe that’s too much,” Yu Bin says. Xiao Zhan breathes a sigh of relief. “We’ll do a high-low split. Highest and lowest hands move on to the next round for Wang Yibo’s cherry.”
Xiao Zhan looks at Wang Yibo in shock. Wang Yibo just snorts. “All right. Let’s see who’s got the moves.” His eyes slide over to Xiao Zhan.
Yu Bin starts shuffling for real now. “Who’s in? Sorry, Yibo, you can’t play—if you win, it’s just masturbation and I’m guessing you’ve done that.”
To Xiao Zhan’s dismay, most of the table signals that they want cards.
Xuan Lu too, shameless, waves her hand. “Deal me in, deal me in.”
“What?” Xiao Zhan turns on her in outrage. “You too, Shijie?”
“Xianxian, don’t worry.” She pats his hand. “I’m here for you. I got your back.” Is she drunk? That doesn’t make sense.
He turns on Wang Yizhou. “And you? You’re a grown-up.”
“Look, I’m here to play poker,” Wang Yizhou says firmly. “And you have to admit he’s hot.” He gestures at Yibo with an open hand that seems to say well, just look at him.
Xiao Zhan has looked at him. That’s the problem. He’s looked at Wang Yibo too much to casually win a chance to have sex with him in a poker game. His hands are shaking.
“Xiao-laoshi, you in?”
If he wins, he’ll surely let slip, while having casual-bros-helping-bros-not-be-virgins sex with Wang Yibo, how much he’s thought about him naked. Their friendship and their chemistry on set can’t take the strain of awkwardness.
“I’m out,” he says and stands abruptly. The rustling of cards and quiet conversation stops as everyone turns to him. Yibo, in particular, stares. Xiao Zhan swallows. “I need—I’m going to the vending machine, anyone want anything?”
He flees before anyone answers.
—
Hotel hallways are always somehow both bright and dingy, this one a veritable rainbow of beige to brown. The vending machines hum softly. The cold green tea is the only thing that speaks to him, even though he has his own bottle back in the room. He orders it and leans against the wall, closing his eyes. He holds the cool bottle to his forehead.
“Zhan-ge,” Yibo’s voice says. Xiao Zhan thinks he’s imagined it for a second, but when he looks up, there’s Yibo. “You okay?”
Yibo is frowning and Xiao Zhan quickly removes the bottle from his forehead. He smiles as normally as possible. “So what’s the verdict? Who will be ‘initiating’ you?”
“Don’t know,” Yibo says. Xiao Zhan dearly hopes that means they decided to drop the whole thing.
Then he hears a commotion in the hallway around the corner.
“We’ll go from the door to the end of the hallway,” Yu Bin says.
“They decided round two would be a race,” Yibo says to Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan says, “A race?”
“To prove the winner has the stamina and athleticism needed to please me,” Yibo smirks. “I’m supposed to watch to see who gets to the end of the hallway first.”
“Oh.” Xiao Zhan fiddles with the cap on his iced tea, just for something to do with his hands. He opens it and drinks. Wang Yibo watches him.
“Hey.” Wang Yibo kicks his foot lightly. “Give me some.”
“I just got this,” Xiao Zhan mutters. “I just got it and you already want to steal it? You’re so cruel.”
Yibo doesn’t care, of course. He leans forward, close into Xiao Zhan’s personal space. Without taking the bottle, he puts his mouth around the opening. Then he tilts Xiao Zhan’s arm holding the bottle so that the tea flows into Wang Yibo’s mouth. It spills a little, creating a drip down his chin. Xiao Zhan thinks about stealing it back by licking at the corner of his mouth. Yibo swallows and Xiao Zhan watches his throat move.
Despite the tea-stealing, Yibo’s voice is hoarse. “So you don’t want to have sex with me?”
“Haha,” Xiao Zhan laughs like he wants to die, which he does. “You are the coolest, handsomest guy I know.”
“But you don’t want to play poker for the chance to fuck me?” His eyes are serious, even if the words coming out of his mouth sound ridiculous.
Xiao Zhan hadn’t expected Yibo to be so vain that he’d take offense that he didn’t want to gamble for the right to deflower him. He struggles to explain. “It’s just that—” Xiao Zhan shudders at what he’s about to say. He sounds like an auntie about to make sure a teen girl stays untouched until marriage. “Sex is for special people? In special situations?”
“Hmm.” Yibo moves back and suddenly Xiao Zhan has all the room in the world to breathe. He doesn’t want it. He wants Yibo leaning against him again. “So I’m not special.”
“You are, but—” Xiao Zhan starts.
At just that moment, Yu Bin yells, “Ready. Set. Go.”
Yibo turns to see who passes them first. Xiao Zhan only watches him.
Two blurs come towards them, barely stopping before they hit the wall. The tinier one was first.
“The winner is Xuan Lu,” Yibo yells down the hallway.
Xuan Lu jumps into an impromptu victory dance. “Yes! All right!” She grabs Yibo by the wrist. “Let’s go, lover.”
That’s good, Xiao Zhan thinks. Xuan Lu will be kind to Yibo, who probably prefers women anyway. It will be better experience for him for when he does have a girlfriend. Xiao Zhan feels like he’s floating outside his body.
Everyone is gathered at the end of the hall now, laughing and slapping Wang Yibo on the back. Xiao Zhan’s hiding space is ruined so he sighs and leans forward, ready to head to his bed to not think about Yibo having sex.
“We will be in Wang Yibo’s room,” Xuan Lu announces. “If any latecomers want to challenge me for his hand.”
“That’s not in the rules,” Wang Yibo says. “No latecomers.” He pouts.
“I won, so I get to make the rules tonight, boy.” She giggles and pats his shoulder. She makes eye contact with Xiao Zhan behind Yibo’s back and gives him a thumbs up and a nod.
He can’t stomach it. He slouches back to his room.
—
He lies face down on his own bed for ten minutes before the thoughts are too much. What spurs him into action is the stray idea that Wei Wuxian wouldn’t quietly sit in bed while Lan Zhan has sex with his sister—or would he? Maybe he’d keep quiet if it’s for both of their happiness.
That answer comes too late, however: Xiao Zhan is already standing at Wang Yibo’s door.
He knocks. After a moment, Xuan Lu opens the door. The room is dim inside.
“Oh, I see,” she says delicately in lieu of a greeting.
“Sorry to interrupt your date.” He bounces a little on his feet, trying to get a glimpse inside.
“You’re not interrupting anything,” she says and flicks the light switch so the room is fully bright again.
“Hey! The atmosphere!” comes a grumble from the bed. Wang Yibo was fully clothed, Xiao Zhan is happy to see, in jeans and a t-shirt, lying on his stomach clutching a pillow.
“What atmosphere?” Xuan Lu says cheerfully. She steps aside to let Xiao Zhan in. “A-Xian, we were watching a movie. Would you like to join us?”
The movie, based on a speeding car and a grumbling Vin Diesel, is one of the Fast and Furious films. Xuan Lu returns to her seat in the armchair, not on the bed next to Wang Yibo. It does not seem the triumphant deflowering Xiao Zhan had pictured.
“He can’t come in,” Wang Yibo snaps. “We’re having a romantic evening together.”
Xuan Lu folds her hands in front of her with the magnanimous peace of a mother teaching a small child. “Yibo, you’re inexperienced so maybe you don’t know—a romantic evening can be three people together.”
The boys stare at her. She smiles.
Xiao Zhan recovers first. “Don’t you think that’s a lot for his first time?”
“I can handle a lot,” Yibo protests. They both ignore him.
“If you’re not here for a threesome,” Xuan Lu says, “what are you here for?”
“I just want to talk to Yibo,” Xiao Zhan says.
“No,” Wang Yibo says, not looking at him. “He wouldn’t compete. Why should I talk to him?”
“Maybe he wants to compete now,” says Xuan Lu, with a significant look at Xiao Zhan.
Yibo shakes his head. “It’s too late.”
“I want to compete now,” Xiao Zhan says with firm resolve. “Sorry, Shijie.”
She giggles, evilly. “I won’t let you off easy. If Wang Yibo agrees.”
They both turn to Yibo. He sits stiffly, looking mildly tormented. Xiao Zhan pleads with his eyes. After a moment, Yibo caves. “Only if he takes this seriously.”
Xuan Lu claps. Xiao Zhan lets out the breath he was holding. “What’s the competition?”
“I know,” Xuan Lu says. “A speech competition. We’ll both make our cases to Yibo about why he should sleep with us. Then he picks.”
Yibo swallows and nods. Xiao Zhan is nervous, all of a sudden—convincing Yibo to have sex with him is not how he expected this would go. He doesn’t know what to say that doesn’t give away too much.
“Zhanzhan goes first.” Xuan Lu cheerfully disrupts his anxious train of thought. “Why should you be the one to deflower our boy?”
Don’t say because you’re in love with him, Xiao Zhan thinks, but his tongue is tied. “Because I know him the best.”
“Don’t tell me that,” Xuan Lu says. She takes his shoulders and turns him to face Wang Yibo. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking young and distant and pristine. “Tell him.”
“Because I know you the best.” He swallows. “Because even if it’s not with someone you love, your first time should be with someone who,” loves you he doesn’t say. “Someone who knows how to make you laugh. Sex should be fun.”
He rubs the back of his neck as he pauses. Maybe he should be trying to look sexier than this, but he’d marched down the hall in shorts and a sweatshirt, all the make-up of the day washed off and bags under his eyes showing the exhaustion of days of filming. But Yibo had seen him like this and worse and had never hesitated to sing his praises. He clears his throat.
“I think I could make it good for you. I want—” he licks his lips “—to make you feel good.” He tries to give Yibo his best sultry look. Yibo looks back seriously. They hold each other’s eyes for a moment that seems to last decades, until Yibo, suddenly, laughs.
“Come over here,” Yibo says, reluctantly but as though it was inevitable he was always going to ask Xiao Zhan to come to him. So Xiao Zhan does.
Neither of them are paying any attention to Xuan Lu as she slips out the door. “Great, I concede. Bye bye!” she calls. “Don’t have too much fun.”
“That was easier than I thought it would be,” Xiao Zhan says. He stands in front of Wang Yibo on the bed, close enough to touch now but not sure where to start. “I thought you were mad at me earlier.”
“Zhan-ge,” Wang Yibo sighs. “You’re so handsome you don’t even need make-up—”
“Don’t start that up!” Xiao Zhan moves to punch Yibo’s shoulder but Yibo catches his wrist.
“But you’re pretty clueless.” He pulls forward on Xiao Zhan’s wrist so Xiao Zhan is leaning over him. His smooth skin is so close. He can see a blemish usually so carefully covered by their make-up artists. Xiao Zhan wants to rub his nose on his cheek. He feels ridiculous.
“Clueless? I’m not the virgin here,” he says, but he’s sure Wang Yibo can feel his pulse speeding up through his wrist.
“Why didn’t you join the contest?” Yibo brings Xiao Zhan’s wrist to his lips like he’s about to bite.
Xiao Zhan answers truthfully but only partially. “The whole thing seemed like a joke.”
“You don’t like to joke with me anymore?” Yibo breathes against his wrist.
“No, no—” Xiao Zhan rushes to reassure him. “But,” he brushes his fingers through Yibo’s hair, “the way I want you isn’t a joke.”
Then Yibo smiles so wide that Xiao Zhan feels like he could set the room on fire with the joy of it. “You’re terrible. The worst.”
He cups Yibo’s cheek and rests his forehead against his. “Have I been an idiot? Should I have let you have sex with Shijie—“
“I was never going to have sex with Shijie.” Yibo leans back and pulls Xiao Zhan closer so that he falls forward with him. Now Xiao Zhan is straddling his hips and holding himself up above Yibo.
With his hair fanned out on the bed beneath him, Yibo looks like a fantasy of a virgin bride smiling up at her new husband—except pretty bride swapped out for a cocky boy in an old white t-shirt. “You don’t like Xuan Lu?” Xiao Zhan says, trying not to lose his mind as Wang Yibo’s hands find his hips.
“We were just watching a movie. She said I could tell people we’d had sex so they’d leave me alone.”
“Oh—” Xiao Zhan feels a swell of relief. “We could do that too. If you don’t want to have sex.”
Yibo leans up and kisses the side of his mouth, awkward, closed-mouth, unbearably sweet. “Zhan-ge, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll call everyone in here to take turns on my hot virgin ass.”
“Excuse me?” Xiao Zhan’s mouth twists in outrage.
Yibo pulls him down by the neck to whisper into his ear. “I only want you.” He nips at Xiao Zhan’s earlobe—where did this supposed virgin brat learn that? “If it can’t be you, then I don’t care. Might as well be anyone.”
“It won’t be anyone,” Xiao Zhan nearly growls. “It will be me.”
“Then hurry up,” Yibo says. He turns his face slightly and Xiao Zhan turns too at just the right moment for their lips to meet. The kiss is a crush of lips together, still closed, as though they just want to press so close they’ll merge.
Eventually one of them remembers that lips can open and tongues exist and teeth can bite. That one is definitely Yibo, who discovers he can bite his Zhan-ge’s bottom lip, then his chin and then his neck and down to his chest where his collarbone is visible at the edge of his sweatshirt. Xiao Zhan almost warns him about leaving marks but he moans, high pitched, instead, and leans back to pull off his sweatshirt.
“Good idea,” Yibo says pulling off his t-shirt too. “You’re a genius.”
“You inspire me,” Xiao Zhan says with a chuckle. “Can I take these off too?” He grabs at Yibo’s sweatpants.
“You first!” Yibo pulls down Xiao Zhan’s shorts, less like a sexy undressing and more like he’s pants-ing him in a childish prank.
Xiao Zhan yelps as his butt is exposed to open air, but he takes the shorts off all the way. Yibo grins and pulls off his own pants. He leans forward to stroke Xiao Zhan’s stomach where the hair leads down from his navel to his cock.
“All this hair,” Yibo says running his hand through it. “Very manly.” He takes his cock absentmindedly in his hand and Xiao Zhan gasps.
“You’re pretty manly yourself,” he says as he reaches for him. He strokes Yibo’s long and thin cock, warm and smooth in his hand, and gets a little thrill as Yibo jumps under his touch.
He leans down to put his mouth against him. “This okay?” he says, looking up at Yibo.
“Please,” Yibo gasps and rests back on his arms.
Xiao Zhan tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear and lowers his mouth down over Yibo’s cock. He licks lightly at the head, moving his tongue around the hole, listening for Yibo’s reactions. He puts his lips around him and moves his head down and up again. One good suck has Yibo writhing and Xiao Zhan half crazy with desire. He moves his hand around the base and works his tongue across his cock. He looks up—the angle is strange, but he wants to see Yibo’s face.
Yibo’s mouth is wide open as their eyes meet. “I’m gonna,” he gasps and he comes, messy, over Xiao Zhan’s lips. He swallows as best he can and looks up in surprise. Yibo has his hands over his face in embarrassment. “Sorry, sorry,” he says.
“Don’t be sorry,” Xiao Zhan says, leaving Yibo’s softened cock to move up his body and take his hands away from his face. He kisses his forehead. “That was great, so amazing, as expected from my perfect Yibo—“
The babbling is so ridiculous that Yibo laughs. “Shut up, okay.” He bites his lip. “I still want you to fuck me. Don’t chicken out.”
Xiao Zhan hesitates. “We don’t have to do everything right away—” he starts but then he wonders if he’s presuming too much, that Yibo will want to try again another night.
“I’ll get hard again,” Yibo says firmly. He stretches over to the nightstand and pulls something from the drawer. He pushes his discovery into Xiao Zhan’s hands. “Get ready.” It’s lube and a condom.
“So bossy,” Xiao Zhan replies, faintly shocked Yibo had prepared for this. He kneels between Yibo’s legs and opens the lube. Xiao Zhan stretches him easily with one finger, then two, watching as the rim twitches with the new sensation. Yibo’s relaxed with the post-orgasm glow but his cock is starting to get hard again. Xiao Zhan carefully avoids touching it, wanting to drag out the second round as long as they both can stand.
“You going to stare at my asshole all night, Zhan-ge?” Yibo says. “Fine if that’s what you like.” He pulls his legs apart and brings his knees to his chest, giving an even better view of his hole opened and ready.
“Shameless,” Xiao Zhan laughs. “You want it that bad?”
Yibo nods, comically enthusiastic and laughing too. “Yeah, you gotta give it to me,” he deadpans.
“How can I resist?” Xiao Zhan snorts. He puts on the condom, not fully sure he won’t come prematurely himself with just the thought of fucking Yibo. He positions himself at the edge and begins to move.
“Mm, so big,” Yibo moans as Xiao Zhan presses inside slowly. Xiao Zhan knows very well he’s average size, probably smaller than Yibo, but if Yibo thinks it’s big, he won’t disagree. Yibo’s ass is tight but wet enough with the lube that Xiao Zhan has to hold himself back from just sliding in hard. He moves slowly, letting Yibo adjust.
“Okay?” he asks.
Yibo nods and smiles. “Good.”
Xiao Zhan moves deeper and studies his face. At the corner of Yibo’s eyes, Xiao Zhan notices something and stops moving. A thin line of tears runs from his eyes down the side of his face. “You’re crying,” Xiao Zhan says, frenzied. “Does it hurt? I’ll stop—” he moves to pull out but Yibo’s legs catch around him, holding him inside.
“Doesn’t hurt,” Yibo says. He wipes his face with the back of his hand as though he doesn’t believe there are tears there. “It’s just a lot. If you pull out, I’ll kick your ass.”
So Xiao Zhan waits with his cock inside Yibo, lying against his chest. He kisses the corner of his eyes where the tears were and tastes salt. He presses his face into Yibo’s neck and smells his skin, sweat and hair products. He runs his hand across Yibo’s smooth thighs where they’re wrapped around him holding him inside. For a long stretch of time, his whole world is Yibo and that’s even as he tries to ignore the pleasing tightness of his ass around his cock.
Yibo smacks his shoulder. “Hey. Move now.” Yibo moves his hips up and Xiao Zhan gasps—damn that dancer’s training. “Fuck me.”
He has to check again though. “Sure it’s okay—ow!” Yibo pinches him.
“Come on, Zhan-ge. Please?” The pleading look in Yibo’s eye makes Xiao Zhan thrust before he even realizes and Yibo moans. “Mm, yeah, like that.”
At that, he lets go, moving into Yibo with long and slow strokes. He wants to be as deep inside him as he can be with each thrust. Yibo chokes out little gasps as Xiao Zhan’s cock brushes his prostate. Yibo is hard again now, and Xiao Zhan carefully strokes him in time with his movements.
“Zhan-ge, you look so good,”—gasp—“you feel so good,” Yibo sighs.
“I’m the one who should be saying that,” Xiao Zhan says.
He tries to balance above Yibo with his arms propped up on either side of him, for a better angle, but he can’t stand the separation between their torsos. So he collapses down onto him until they’re plastered against each other. His hips lazily move to keep up the rhythm as Yibo’s hands tangle in his hair.
“Come inside me,” Yibo says as he kisses him. “I want to feel you.”
“So bold,” Xiao Zhan says and he comes over the edge with Yibo’s legs tightening around him. It feels anticlimactic, like it would have been just as fine to never come if he could stay wrapped around Yibo like this.
After a moment of breathing in Yibo’s warm skin, Xiao Zhan remembers he’s here to please and strokes Yibo’s thin warm cock. Again, it’s not long until Yibo comes, gasping and biting. The tears are back and a part of Xiao Zhan thrills at the sight of them. The cries from his throat, the tears, his cock striping his stomach with fresh white streaks to add to the already drying come from earlier—all bits of Yibo that Xiao Zhan, and only Xiao Zhan, has wrung out, proof of pleasure he can’t deny.
Xiao Zhan strokes him through the orgasm, feeling the come sticky on his fingers. Had someone warned Yibo sex was this messy? He watches his eyelashes dark against his skin and the sheen of sweat on his chest as Yibo breathes heavily.
Finally, satisfied that Yibo is satisfied, he pulls out and away from him with a tremble. He ties off the condom and drops it in the garbage. He hurries back into the bed to sprawl next to a recovering Wang Yibo.
“How am I going to do stunts tomorrow?” Yibo whines. “You ruined me.”
“Uh! Huh!” Xiao Zhan scoffs in outrage. “You were begging just a minute ago.” He runs his fingers lightly down Yibo’s side. He’s pale and scrawny, naked on the bed and still a mess from sex—Xiao Zhan can’t stop touching him. His hipbone is really beautiful. Xiao Zhan sighs.
Until Yibo playfully smacks his hand. “You’re tickling me? After all that, you’re tickling me?” He sits up and grins one of his most sneaky meme-like smiles. “Taking a shower. You want to join?”
“Mm.” The dopey smile on his face says it all. He takes Yibo’s wrist. “Hey. How was it?”
Yibo squints. “Perfect. Duh.”
“Really?” He’s not fishing for a compliment—he wants to know. “It was good for you? Did I deserve to win?”
Yibo runs a hand through Xiao Zhan’s hair. “How could it not be perfect? With such a hard-working, studious, intelligent, handsome Zhan-ge in charge?”
Xiao Zhan hits him with a pillow. “Be serious.” He sits up. “I can take notes.”
“Okay, I have one note.” Yibo sighs. “It was perfect except…” he thins his lips into a dramatic line. “…except it ended.” He smiles, big and sweet. “So you can improve by doing it every day.”
“Wang Yibo!” Xiao Zhan laughs. “Maybe you are a romantic.”
“Yep.” He stands up. “A romantic who wants to suck your dick in the shower.”
He pulls Xiao Zhan off the bed and towards the shower. Xiao Zhan can’t help but follow.