Bai Yu was relaxing on his couch, his dark living room lit only by the flickering lights of the romcom, and he was letting the sounds of the tv wash over him. He was too tired to concentrate on the plot, but it didn’t matter, he’d seen it before.
As usual, Zhu Yilong was at his side, feet propped up on the table in front of them, amidst the cluster of their empty beer bottles. Bai Yu laughed at the pun from the leading man and slid sideways onto the armrest of the couch.
He was more tired than he had thought, maybe he shouldn’t have had this much beer after an exhausting workday. But he was comfortable and in his own home, and Long-ge wouldn’t mind him conking out on the couch.
In fact, Long-ge was sliding down right after him, landing squarely on top of him. Bai Yu shifted away from the back of the couch, making a little room for him so Long-ge could slide down between him and the cushion behind him. He did, and his head landed on Bai Yu’s shoulder, his hand on his waist.
Bai Yu tensed a little at the closeness, he hadn’t been this close to Long-ge before, touching head to toe, but he reminded himself that it was okay. They were friends, they could sleep on the couch.
Long-ge snuffled into the soft wool of Bai Yu’s sweater, his body going lax next to Bai Yu as if he was settling down to sleep. Bai Yu exhaled, too, enjoying how his body was growing heavy, sinking deeper into the cushions.
The tickling sensation on his cheek distracted him, though, and he lifted a hand to stroke Long-ge’s hair out of the way. Long-ge made a soft sound, almost like a cat, and Bai Yu had to smile. He was so sweet and soft, and Bai Yu was happy to have him here.
He kept stroking his hair for a while, it was nice, and Long-ge was enjoying it, his limbs undulating slightly and his hand tightening and loosening on Bai Yu’s waist. Very much like a cat, indeed.
It was nice and comfortable, until he realized that Long-ge’s hips were rolling against him, too, and he could feel a pressure against his hip bone that sent a shower of cold needles down his body.
He was suddenly wide awake again. Well, more awake than before. He yawned and blinked his eyes open and tried to focus on Long-ge.
He whispered, “Long-ge, what are you doing?”
He expected Long-ge to start in surprise and stop moving, but he did neither. He kept rubbing up against Bai Yu’s hip, his face buried in his shoulder.
Bai Yu started thinking that maybe he hadn’t heard him. He stroked the hair away from Long-ge’s forehead, trying to make him look up at him.
But Long-ge didn’t lift his gaze. His eyes were screwed shut. He fisted his hand in the hem of Bai Yu’s sweater.
“Long-ge?”
This time he got an answer, but one that made him freeze. “Let me… please… can you...”
Bai Yu was too surprised for words.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been.
He thought back on the amount of time they’d spent together these past few weeks. He’d suspected for a while that Long-ge wanted more from him than friendship. Oh, Long-ge was good at playing naive, but Bai Yu had seen the longing looks, felt the hugs that lingered just a second too long, heard the way he laughed at every single stupid joke of Bai Yu’s.
It was just that Bai Yu couldn’t give that to him. He was straight. Straight, straight, straight. There was nothing about male bodies that attracted him. Not even Long-ge’s.
He liked Long-ge a lot, and his friendship was the best thing that had happened to him in years. But that was it. Oh god, their friendship.
Long-ge’s hips were still moving, and he was still pleading into Bai Yu’s shoulder, “Please… let me… just, please…”
Bai Yu knew this would drive a wedge between them. He cringed. “You will regret this in the morning.”
Long-ge answered, his voice a soft whine, “I won’t.” His hips stuttered for a moment before picking up their rocking rhythm again.
Bai Yu tried again. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“No. I promise.” Long-ge’s voice was slurring now.
Bai Yu wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if what he was hearing was desire. Probably a combination of both. His skin was prickling with cold needles again. He couldn’t…
“You don’t have to do anything…” It was the desperation in Long-ge’s voice that did him in.
“Oh god.” Bai Yu closed his eyes. How could he let this happen? He should have stopped Long-ge long ago. He should really stop him now, he should push him away and get up and put some distance between them.
He didn’t move. He was lying stock-still, his perception narrowed to the place on his hip where Long-ge was moving against him, faster now, his breath starting to hitch.
The cold on his skin turned to heat, and he almost fled, but then the weird thought occurred to him that stopping someone so close was a cruel thing to do, and he couldn’t do that to Long-ge. He’d rather bear his own confused embarrassment instead.
He blinked at the tv screen, prepared to wait it out, but it was nothing but green-blue forms, the sounds not making any sense. Long-ge’s shuddering breaths in his ear were drowning out everything else. And they were doing things to him that he couldn’t-- he closed his eyes again and took a shuddering breath of his own.
He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he knew he didn’t want it.
He was so going to regret this. Even worse, Long-ge was going to regret this.
He didn’t want either of them to second-guess every touch, every look, every date. He wanted his Long-ge to stay by his side, the way it had always been.
Long-ge’s hips stuttered against his, and the moan that escaped Long-ge’s lips was louder than he’d thought possible, seeping through Bai Yu’s sweater and running down his spine. Long-ge’s hand twitched on his hip, and he felt Long-ge’s whole body trembling against his side before all tension left it.
He had no idea what was going to happen now, he didn’t dare move a muscle, waiting for Long-ge to fall apart, to cry, to sink down through the floor in shame. He listened to Long-ge catching his breath, barely daring to breathe, himself.
When he felt a sweaty film forming where their skin touched, he lifted his hand again and gently wiped the sweat off Long-ge’s forehead, carding his fingers through his damp hair. He only noticed what he was doing when the skin had dried off and the hair didn’t feel quite as sticky anymore.
Long-ge still hadn’t moved.
He kept absently stroking his hair as he felt Long-ge’s breathing even out.
Apparently, Long-ge felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. Or maybe just drunk enough.
He sighed, his emotions jumbled, impossible to untangle.
Re: RPS Bai Yu / Zhu Yilong DUBCON - Let Me
As usual, Zhu Yilong was at his side, feet propped up on the table in front of them, amidst the cluster of their empty beer bottles. Bai Yu laughed at the pun from the leading man and slid sideways onto the armrest of the couch.
He was more tired than he had thought, maybe he shouldn’t have had this much beer after an exhausting workday. But he was comfortable and in his own home, and Long-ge wouldn’t mind him conking out on the couch.
In fact, Long-ge was sliding down right after him, landing squarely on top of him. Bai Yu shifted away from the back of the couch, making a little room for him so Long-ge could slide down between him and the cushion behind him. He did, and his head landed on Bai Yu’s shoulder, his hand on his waist.
Bai Yu tensed a little at the closeness, he hadn’t been this close to Long-ge before, touching head to toe, but he reminded himself that it was okay. They were friends, they could sleep on the couch.
Long-ge snuffled into the soft wool of Bai Yu’s sweater, his body going lax next to Bai Yu as if he was settling down to sleep. Bai Yu exhaled, too, enjoying how his body was growing heavy, sinking deeper into the cushions.
The tickling sensation on his cheek distracted him, though, and he lifted a hand to stroke Long-ge’s hair out of the way. Long-ge made a soft sound, almost like a cat, and Bai Yu had to smile. He was so sweet and soft, and Bai Yu was happy to have him here.
He kept stroking his hair for a while, it was nice, and Long-ge was enjoying it, his limbs undulating slightly and his hand tightening and loosening on Bai Yu’s waist. Very much like a cat, indeed.
It was nice and comfortable, until he realized that Long-ge’s hips were rolling against him, too, and he could feel a pressure against his hip bone that sent a shower of cold needles down his body.
He was suddenly wide awake again. Well, more awake than before. He yawned and blinked his eyes open and tried to focus on Long-ge.
He whispered, “Long-ge, what are you doing?”
He expected Long-ge to start in surprise and stop moving, but he did neither. He kept rubbing up against Bai Yu’s hip, his face buried in his shoulder.
Bai Yu started thinking that maybe he hadn’t heard him. He stroked the hair away from Long-ge’s forehead, trying to make him look up at him.
But Long-ge didn’t lift his gaze. His eyes were screwed shut. He fisted his hand in the hem of Bai Yu’s sweater.
“Long-ge?”
This time he got an answer, but one that made him freeze. “Let me… please… can you...”
Bai Yu was too surprised for words.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been.
He thought back on the amount of time they’d spent together these past few weeks. He’d suspected for a while that Long-ge wanted more from him than friendship. Oh, Long-ge was good at playing naive, but Bai Yu had seen the longing looks, felt the hugs that lingered just a second too long, heard the way he laughed at every single stupid joke of Bai Yu’s.
It was just that Bai Yu couldn’t give that to him. He was straight. Straight, straight, straight. There was nothing about male bodies that attracted him. Not even Long-ge’s.
He liked Long-ge a lot, and his friendship was the best thing that had happened to him in years. But that was it. Oh god, their friendship.
Long-ge’s hips were still moving, and he was still pleading into Bai Yu’s shoulder, “Please… let me… just, please…”
Bai Yu knew this would drive a wedge between them. He cringed. “You will regret this in the morning.”
Long-ge answered, his voice a soft whine, “I won’t.” His hips stuttered for a moment before picking up their rocking rhythm again.
Bai Yu tried again. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“No. I promise.” Long-ge’s voice was slurring now.
Bai Yu wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if what he was hearing was desire. Probably a combination of both. His skin was prickling with cold needles again. He couldn’t…
“You don’t have to do anything…” It was the desperation in Long-ge’s voice that did him in.
“Oh god.” Bai Yu closed his eyes. How could he let this happen? He should have stopped Long-ge long ago. He should really stop him now, he should push him away and get up and put some distance between them.
He didn’t move. He was lying stock-still, his perception narrowed to the place on his hip where Long-ge was moving against him, faster now, his breath starting to hitch.
The cold on his skin turned to heat, and he almost fled, but then the weird thought occurred to him that stopping someone so close was a cruel thing to do, and he couldn’t do that to Long-ge. He’d rather bear his own confused embarrassment instead.
He blinked at the tv screen, prepared to wait it out, but it was nothing but green-blue forms, the sounds not making any sense. Long-ge’s shuddering breaths in his ear were drowning out everything else. And they were doing things to him that he couldn’t-- he closed his eyes again and took a shuddering breath of his own.
He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he knew he didn’t want it.
He was so going to regret this. Even worse, Long-ge was going to regret this.
He didn’t want either of them to second-guess every touch, every look, every date. He wanted his Long-ge to stay by his side, the way it had always been.
Long-ge’s hips stuttered against his, and the moan that escaped Long-ge’s lips was louder than he’d thought possible, seeping through Bai Yu’s sweater and running down his spine. Long-ge’s hand twitched on his hip, and he felt Long-ge’s whole body trembling against his side before all tension left it.
He had no idea what was going to happen now, he didn’t dare move a muscle, waiting for Long-ge to fall apart, to cry, to sink down through the floor in shame. He listened to Long-ge catching his breath, barely daring to breathe, himself.
When he felt a sweaty film forming where their skin touched, he lifted his hand again and gently wiped the sweat off Long-ge’s forehead, carding his fingers through his damp hair. He only noticed what he was doing when the skin had dried off and the hair didn’t feel quite as sticky anymore.
Long-ge still hadn’t moved.
He kept absently stroking his hair as he felt Long-ge’s breathing even out.
Apparently, Long-ge felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. Or maybe just drunk enough.
He sighed, his emotions jumbled, impossible to untangle.
Oh, what were they going to do now…