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Up until about an hour ago, it had been a normal day. The usual routine at the gym, the usual dinner with Oyei and Cher that had devolved into the two of them being so lovey-dovey that Yak had to flee the scene, the usual wandering around killing time until they’d be done fucking—
And here he was now, balls deep in Doctor Wandee while some y series played on the TV. Which was decidedly unusual.
Wandee whined, high and thready, as Yak shifted his knees to get better leverage, and slid one hand up to grasp desperately at Yak’s arm. Wandee was gorgeous like this, his face flushed and his expression dazed with pleasure. Yak couldn't lie, it was a boost to the ego to see just how unraveled Wandee got at what was honestly pretty subpar stroke game from him—the couch really did not give enough support for Yak to perform his best.
It helped that despite the earlier mishap, Wandee was pretty flexible. He had draped his leg over the back of the couch, the other hooked around Yak’s thigh to try to pull him closer.
“Oh, right there,” Wandee gasped out as Yak pushed a little harder on Wandee’s leg to get deeper. “Fuck, that’s it.”
“You like it?” Yak asked smugly. “It’s good?”
“So good,” Wandee sighed. “You feel so good.”
Yak turned his head to kiss the inside of Wandee’s knee and thought hard about unsexy things. Oyei’s protein shakes. The nasty smell of the locker room post bout. Anything to distract himself from how tight Wandee was around his dick.
He made the mistake of looking down and caught sight of Wandee’s hard, leaking dick. Yak wanted it in his mouth, wanted to suck Wandee down until he screamed. Maybe afterward. It was a shame they’d have to use a condom. Wandee looked delicious.
“What about me?” Wandee asked.
“Huh?”
“Do I feel good?” Wandee pulled himself up a little, expression going from blissed out to worried.
“Don’t ask me that,” Yak said. His balls were so tight he thought he was going to die. Was it possible to have blue balls while fucking someone? Because that was what it felt like.
“I don’t?” Wandee asked, voice going higher.
“No, you do, you feel incredible, now shut up and let me fuck you,” Yak gritted out. Something about the way Wandee had shifted had made him tighter, and each thrust was now a slow drag, which was unbearable with how hard he was. Yak put his hands on Wandee’s shoulders and pushed him down.
“Oh!” Wandee smacked him on the arm. “You’re a brute.”
“I think you like it, though,” Yak said. He looked down at Wandee’s dick, which was so dark red now it was almost purple. “Or is that for someone else?”
“Shut up and get on with it,” Wandee said, starting to flush again. He was so cute. Yak wanted to wreck him.
Yak fucked into him again, but it still wasn’t right. With a sigh, he pulled all the way out, immediately regretting it when Wandee whined and clawed at him. Yak patted his thigh comfortingly and put his foot on the ground before taking Wandee by the hips and pulling him down.
Wandee yelped, then moaned when Yak pushed back inside him. It felt even better this time, Wandee now relaxed and slick enough for Yak to slide right in. And now he was able to go faster, forcing punched-out moans from Wandee that Yak wanted so badly to swallow with a kiss. But Wandee didn’t seem to want to be kissed, so Yak settled for kissing the back of Wandee’s hand where it rested on his shoulder.
Now that Yak was really able to fuck Wandee properly, it was only a few minutes before Wandee was begging Yak to touch him, which Yak obliged by wrapping his hand loosely around Wandee’s dick. Wandee managed to gather enough reason to glare at him and closed his own hand around Yak’s to force him to grip tighter. Yak laughed breathlessly, wanting to tease him, but he could feel his own climax coming, and he was losing the ability to do anything but fuck into that tight heat, over and over again until he was coming and Wandee was too.
Yak pulled out after they’d both caught their breath and tied off the condom to drop in the trash before dropping back down onto the couch. This was the part where normally Yak would kiss his partner. Instead he buried his face in Wandee’s neck, licking away the sweat from his hairline. Wandee made a faint noise of protest, but didn’t push him away, even when Yak started sucking a mark into his neck.
He was well on his way to leaving a second mark when Wandee abruptly sat up and pushed Yak to the other side of the couch, climbing over to loom above Yak with a small frown on his face. Yak warily looked up at him; Wandee really did seem to go through a thousand moods in a single minute.
But then instead of scolding him or complaining, Wandee asked, “Am I tasty?”
Yak took a second to parse the question, and then had to laugh. After what they just did, Wandee was asking that? “Well, I didn’t expect you to be this tasty either.” He shoved back until they were in their original position, Wandee’s knees coming up on either side of Yak’s hips. Yak bent down to kiss Wandee’s neck again, only to be stopped by Wandee’s hand on his chest.
“I’m really tasty, right?” Wandee asked.
Yak sighed and nodded. “Mm.”
Wandee’s lips quirked up into a smug smirk. “Right?” His gaze had shifted off Yak’s face, looking off at someone who wasn’t there. “How can someone like me be vanilla?”
Yak couldn’t help smiling at that, hopelessly charmed. Wandee was so weird. Who’d have thought that beneath that poised doctor persona was a complete lunatic? He dipped his head again, ready to resume his work when Wandee shoved him off again and pulled himself to sit upright.
“Boxer guy,” Wandee said.
Yak’s amusement briefly dulled, replaced with annoyance. “Yoryak. My name is Yoryak.”
“Whatever,” Wandee said dismissively. “Tell me honestly. I’m not vanilla, right?”
That was, what, the fourth or fifth time he’d asked something like that? Yak was starting to suspect that Wandee had a complex of some kind.
“What’s wrong with you?” Yak demanded. “Do you have OCD?”
Wandee rolled his eyes. “Just answer. I really want to know.”
Yak gazed at him. What had Wandee said back at the convenience store? That no one wanted him? There was a story here, there had to be. And maybe some other time Yak would find out what it was, but right now he smirked and said, “I can’t remember. Maybe I need another round to jog my memory.”
“Do you have short-term memory?” Wandee asked incredulously. “How come you already forgot?”
Yak’s gaze drifted down to Wandee’s mouth, so lush and pink and, apparently, off-limits. Then he looked lower, to the mess of come on Wandee’s stomach and the way Wandee’s dick was starting to harden again. Wandee wanted to know if he was tasty? He was delicious.
“Yoryak,” Wandee said, sounding alarmed.
Yak looked up and smirked at him. Wandee was adorably flustered now, his cute little face scrunched up. Yak started crowding into Wandee’s space, chasing him back until Wandee started to lean back.
“What?” Wandee asked. “Stop!” Wandee put his hands on Yak’s shoulders as if to keep him away, but didn’t push at all. Cute. Yak wanted to eat him.
“Don’t you want to know if you really are tasty?” Yak teased, leaning in.
“Hey,” Wandee said. “Yoryak. Boxer guy. Yoryak, stop!” He shrieked as Yak dove back in to kiss his neck, legs coming up to wrap around Yak’s hips. He was laughing even as he slapped at Yak’s chest.
“You want me to stop?” Yak asked. He nipped the side of Wandee’s jaw. “Tell me again, and I will.”
Wandee shut his mouth and gave Yak an annoyed look. Pleased, Yak kissed Wandee’s chin and reached down to press his fingers against Wandee’s slick entrance. Wandee made a little squeaky noise and wiggled his hips like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to push into or away from the touch.
“So I shouldn’t stop?” Yak asked.
“Mm, fine,” Wandee said with exaggerated annoyance. “I guess we can go again.”
Yak snorted and slid his fingers inside Wandee. Wandee moaned and arched up, eyes fluttering shut. Yak bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something embarrassing like you’re gorgeous. He reached over to grab the little box of condoms on the table and fumbled out another one. It was a shame; he bet Wandee would feel amazing without anything between them.
Wandee’s mouth fell open when Yak pushed back inside, the damp tip of his tongue just poking out. Yak licked his lips and drove into him hard, knowing better now what would get Wandee to make those delicious noises.
Wandee clearly loved being fucked. Whoever it was who had made Wandee so neurotic about his sex appeal was an idiot. Wandee was stunning even in scrubs and with a scowl on his face. Clothes off and inhibitions loosened, he was a dream. Yak was viciously pleased he got to see Wandee like this, instead of the ungrateful prick who had convinced Wandee he was undesirable. Wandee should be getting fucked every day, any time he wanted it.
And he did seem to want it, judging from the little whiny noises he made as he tried to push back harder onto Yak’s dick, like that would get him deeper. Yak was happy to oblige.
After they both came again, Wandee impatiently jerking himself off until Yak grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head with one hand and got him off with the other, Wandee pushed Yak off him and sat up. He looked delightfully rumpled and a little dazed; the marks Yak had made on his neck were already turning darker red.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Wandee said. “You aren’t getting a round three.”
“Fine,” Yak said, although in all honesty he didn’t think he could have managed it anyway. “Can I at least sleep here tonight? It’s late.”
They both glanced at the clock, which was showing that it was almost 3 a.m. Wandee sighed like it was a huge imposition and said, “Fine, but not in the bed.”
“Mean,” Yak said. “You’ll let me take the couch and not the floor, right?”
“Only if you shower first,” Wandee said.
“We just had sex on this,” Yak pointed out. “It’s a little late to be worrying about cleanliness.”
“That’s why it’s leather,” Wandee said primly. “Easier to wipe down.”
Yak laughed and dragged himself up. “Fine, fine. Is there a towel I can use?”
Wandee sighed dramatically again and got up. He disappeared for a moment before coming back with a towel that he threw at Yak’s head. “Go already.”
Yak went. He ran the water hot, the places where Wandee had scratched him stinging, and took his time examining all of Wandee’s fancy toiletries, sniffing each one curiously. He recognized Wandee’s scent in them, the clean and bright smell he remembered from the first time they met, Wandee standing so close as he pressed the cool stethoscope to Yak’s chest. Yak closed his eyes and imagined what Wandee would have done if Yak had turned then to kiss him. Probably yelled and thrown him out on his ass.
Yak smiled to himself and grabbed the washcloth. Once he was scrubbed clean, he stepped out of the shower and realized that he’d left his clothes scattered around Wandee’s living room. Sighing, he used his finger to quickly scrub his teeth before going back out to pick up his underwear.
When he circled around to the couch, he found Wandee passed out with his face smushed into the pillows. He’d managed to get his underwear and shirt back on, but nothing else. Yak sighed and shook his head.
“You’re really something, Doc,” he told the sleeping Wandee. After a moment’s consideration, he draped the towel over the table and leaned down to lift Wandee up. Wandee stirred as Yak got his arm beneath his knees, eyes opening a crack to squint at him.
“Boxer guy, what are you doing?” he asked blearily.
“Getting you to your room,” Yak said. “Come on, help me out.”
Wandee sighed and wrapped his arms around Yak’s neck. “Fine.”
With Wandee’s cooperation, Yak carried him into the bedroom, where there was yet another insane neon sign saying something in English. Yak set Wandee down and turned to leave, only for Wandee to catch his hand at the last moment.
“Thanks, boxer guy,” Wandee said, just barely audible. Yak looked back and saw that Wandee was already mostly asleep, his face slack. For a moment, Yak’s chest felt tight and hot.
“Good night,” Yak said quietly. He pulled his hand from Wandee’s and stepped out of the room. He closed the door gently and went back to the couch. The TV was still playing the same show; the two main characters were crying and holding each other, though Yak had no idea why. He turned the TV off and settled down to sleep.
He put his arm behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, smiling to himself. Wandee, huh. Well, it had been a good day in the end, if also a weird one.
He wondered why Wandee had thanked him at the end. Was it for getting him home, or for the sex? For getting him to bed? Or all of it?
“You’re welcome, Doc,” he said aloud. Still smiling, he closed his eyes. What a strange guy. He would have to get his number in the morning.