two

Fuck, where have I put it? ..... I picked up my dirty shirt that lay crumpled on the drawers to my right and found that it wasn't where I'd left it. "Oh shit, that's a fucking expensive tie"

"When is anything you own not expensive, His voice was full of humor? I jolted my head up to fix him with a hard glare, before my eyes caught a sight of a silk, silver tie wrapped slightly wrong around Zhan's neck. Relaxing, I sighed and closed the distance, waiting patiently for him to hand it over. He noticed this and answered me with," A shirt for a tie"

That tie is way more expensive than this shirt. I pinched the thin material covering my body with my fingers, pulling it away from my stomach as a gesture. I brought my hands up, enclosing my fingers delicately around the knot, slipping it loose and allowing it to slide free. In return, Zhan's right hand flicked open the bottom button on the shirt,

His fingers didn't stop, swiftly pushing out the plastic, clear buttons from their assigned holes!! Our eye contact never broke until there was a quick tug in the middle of the material.. A smile flashed across Zhan's face as he struggled to undo the rest of the buttons. I returned the smile with a huff of laughter..

Fuck, I'm no expert, okay? He rolled his eyes and allowed his hand to drop back to his side.

"Clearly"

I was only using one hand. He attempted to justify. Pushing me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of his bed and I collapse down into the mattress, bracing myself with my elbows. He stood over one of my legs with a smug grin...

Just for the rush of arrogance, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and gripped the opening of Zhan's jeans between my thumb and index finger before deftly flicking it open. I smiled at him victoriously as he lowered himself onto the bed, His knees bending and supporting his weight on the small area he balanced on.

I shifted against the knee that pressed against me, in between my legs. A flash of pleasure shot through me, but I didn't show it outwardly. I watched Zhan swallow, his brown eyes jumping from his knees position to my lips and my brown eyes over and over.

Raising my fingertips to his own, I pressed the base of my index against his before trailing my fingers up to his wrist and, in one swift movement, pulled him down onto the bed and rolled on top of him.

Stradling his waist, I shifted until I was comfortable, smiling down on him. He arched his back suggestively as his tongue glided wetly across his lips, his breathing upping its pace.

Biting back a gasp, I watched as Zhan undid the rest of my shirt's button. "fuck" I muttered nervously, unknowing of where to go from here. It's not like we were..... You know, into each other or anything, we just liked to fool around, but it's gone nowhere serious. This didn't feel quite the same, though.

Zhan's eyes normally didn't rake over my body with a look of want,the way they're doing now. I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't want to get up. Zhan's fingers were still playing with the ends of the shirt, causing it to brush against my skin, that sent shivers over my body. I just couldn't stop looking.

Three impatient bangs on Zhan's door before I heard, "Dude, what are you doing in there?" would you open up? My hands rapidly buttoned up my shirt as I jumped off Zhan. My appearance was presentable, and I wasn't full of lust. I found Zhan had buttoned up his pants again and was looking towards me for reassurance to open the door. He stepped into the room with an air of suspicion, so I nodded curtly.

"God, I was knocking on that bloody door for ages," she sighed

My blood rushing through my body at a fucking speed I wasn't used to; I felt dizzy. What the fuck was I doing? I shook my head and focused on Xuan who now lay outstretched on Zhan's bed.

Hey, Xuan. Zhan greeted, his voice quivering from probably the same reason as why I felt so nervous. If she'd have walked in unannounced..... It would've taken some explaining about why I was straddling her brother like we were making out. Thank God she didn't. I really hope this conversation won't be awkward..

Zhan shut the door softly, turning to look at me with an obvious look of relief and huffing out a breath he'd been holding since his sister walked in. I returned the same expression. Collapsing on one side of his bed, my right leg draping just over the edge. I listened as he shuffled over to join me, falling into the other half of the mattress, his hands touching mine only slightly, turning my head to look at him. I fidgeted until I found a comfortable position. Zhan looked at me blankly.

That was close, I muttered into the few inches of space between us. His blonde hair shook gently as he nodded in agreement. An unfamiliar emotion washed through me, my eyes sweeping across his face, trying to evaluate my feelings.

What are we doing, Zhan? My voice lowered to a mere whisper. Zhan's eyes found mine, holding my gaze. His eyebrows curved down in confusion.

"What do you mean?" his voice was louder than mine.

You know what? I licked my lips and took in a breath. "Us fooling around and shit. It gonna get us caught some day and people won't see it the way we do."

How do you see it? The question came with surprise on my behalf, taking me a moment to understand.

How do you? I blocked, pushing the spotlight onto Zhan instead. He rolled his eyes at me before cocking an eyebrow.

I asked first. There was a moment of silence whilst we stared at each other before we both huffed out a breathy laugh and slid our gazes up to the ceiling. I stayed quiet, though. I wasn't about to make the first move into the uncomfortable discussion of our feelings, that isn't territory am familiar with, for a start...

Okay, I see it as just us being..... Us, really. I mean, you've always been camp, dude. I fixed him a glare, his eyes squeezed shut as he chuckles, but I mean, so have I. I guess.

Are you trying to tell me something, Zhan? My eyebrows raised, my eyes starting at him with a pleading gaze that clearly asked him to save this conversation for another time. Maybe when we are both married and have kids. completely tied down where there can be no possibilities. "Cause you know I don't want to hear it."

You can chill Yibo, I'm not about to profess my love for you. He laughed in a way that sounded forced. Many thoughts then broke out from the little box I kept locked away; thoughts that included what ifs and maybes. I shook my head inwardly, and the box shut away again. I concentrated on acting unfazed.

"At least, he began, His body rolling onto its side which closed the distance between us. You've figured out how you feel about me". I swallowed against the tightness in my throat, my eyes blinking excessively. Zhan licked his lips slowly. That could only be suggestive. My breathing took a dip in the shallow end as my heartbeat sped up.

"You know what we have never done, Yibo?" I shook my head from left to right, in place of vocally saying no. He smiled briefly, his eyes dropping lower before flitting back to my eyes. "KISSED". His voice was barely above a whisper, "We have never kissed "

My mouth opened slightly to allow short, silent breaths out, a feeble way to calm myself down, but I did it anyway. Zhan strode closer, to get anymore closer seemed impossible.

Although I wanted to look away, I could not do so. It was imperative that I watched every move he made. I needed to know what he was planning to do. "I should leave, I thought" but I didn't listen. His hand rested lightly against my cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over the skin beneath my eye before moving lower to slide across my bottom lip. My breathing was ragged now. I didn't dare speak. Zhan's eyes kept flickering from my lips to my eyes, assessing my actions and looking for the moment where I made it clear I didn't want him to. He seemed to think of my lack of control over my rationality as an invitation.