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"You know, Xiao Zhan, I hope you can keep a more professional attitude at work."
Xiao Zhan glanced at him, his brows raised in disbelief. “What makes you think I’m not professional?”
“Arriving late, for one.”
Yibo heard a scoff as Xiao Zhan looked away from him, staring straight ahead. “I don’t think you of all people should be telling me that.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look,” Xiao Zhan said, turning his head to Yibo who was already glaring at him, “I don’t want to dictate how someone does their interviews, but if you continue being so blunt and rude, no one’s going to like you, Wang Yibo.”
Yibo hated people telling him what he should or shouldn’t do in interviews, but he was more surprised that Xiao Zhan had seen them. “Oh, so you watched my videos, huh?”
Xiao Zhan looked taken aback, as if he realized what he just said, before he quickly defended, “They’re everywhere in Weibo and sometimes on TV, who wouldn’t have seen them at least once?”
Yibo didn’t buy it, but he was still miffed at the man’s comment over his interviews. “Then you must have seen how stupid the questions were.”
“That doesn’t matter. You're an idol, you can’t just answer questions like that." Xiao Zhan rubbed the center of his forehead like he was already having a headache arguing with him. A part of Yibo was satisfied seeing it, but another part of him churned in annoyance as if he couldn't believe Xiao Zhan had the gall to be annoyed with him.
Yibo had more reason not to like Xiao Zhan as he blurted out, "At least I’m honest, instead of being fake and pretentious on camera like you."
Something flashed across Xiao Zhan's face, something like pain, and for a split second, Yibo wanted to take the words back. However, he pushed the thought aside, unwilling to mull in the regret.
"I'm not being pretentious or fake." Xiao Zhan said wearily, as though he had heard the remark numerous times before. “You think I’m like that?”
“Of course. Who smiles at every single person as if they did you a great service?” Yibo could still recall the video of the man directing that beautiful smile at every staff and fan around him, and it just made him angrier.
Xiao Zhan frowned, looking genuinely mad now. “Not everyone who’s nice in this industry has to be viewed under a bad lens, Yibo.”
“No, I only reserve that for you.”
“ Wow , I’m honored. You’ve really got guts to judge me so quickly.” Xiao Zhan rolled his eyes and Yibo gritted his teeth.
“See? If your fans saw you now, they’d be shocked at how mean you are.”
“Wha—! I’m only like this because you started it!” Xiao Zhan snapped.
“I was just telling you to act professional,” Yibo snapped back, “You’re the one who came at me about my interviews!”
“I was giving you advice!”
“ Right. You just wanted to call me rude.”
“Well, you called me fake.”
“That’s because you are!”
“I’m not!”
Somehow, the two of them ended up standing in each other’s space, glaring at one another through the short distance. This close to Xiao Zhan’s face, Yibo could see every flaw that wasn’t present on it — the flush sitting pretty on those high cheekbones, the gloss over his full lips and the shine gleaming in those big eyes. Yibo hated it, hated how his brain processed just how attractive this man was.
30th Floor
“You know what else I don’t like about you?” Yibo said, his voice softening after breaking the tense silence.
“What?” Xiao Zhan asked, eyes challenging Yibo.
“I hate that when you smile, it shows your stupid bunny teeth.”
Xiao Zhan blinked like he hadn’t expected that, but he countered nonetheless, “I hate that you don’t smile at all. It makes you look cold.”
“I do smile.”
“Not enough.” Xiao Zhan added, “It’s nice— I mean, it’ll make you look more approachable.”
Yibo almost wanted to laugh. Did Xiao Zhan not know how to throw proper insults? But then again, was Yibo still doing the same? “I hate that even though you can’t dance, I still can’t stop watching your videos.”
Xiao Zhan swallowed and Yibo tracked the movement of his Adam’s apple. “I hate that you can dance because it makes me not want to stop watching either.”
Yibo was starting to feel hot under his collar as he continued to look at this man and stand in such close proximity with him. But whatever was starting between them, Yibo couldn’t stop it, and for the life of him, he didn’t want to. “I hate that you know how to cook, bake and knit. How uncool.”
“I hate that you still play Legos like a little kid.”
“I hate that you’re old yet you look so young.”
“I hate how you’re so talented in everything else, yet you don’t know how to properly cut a cucumber.”
Yibo’s mouth was threatening to twitch. He was unknowingly gravitating towards Xiao Zhan until the two of them were almost breathing each other’s air.
His eyes inevitably landed on Xiao Zhan’s mouth. “I hate that stupid beauty mark under your lips.”
Xiao Zhan looked as if he stopped breathing, his mouth parting slightly, and Yibo licked his suddenly dry lips.
Yibo continued, slowly leaning in, “I hate that I want to…”
“Yibo—”
Whatever Xiao Zhan was going to say next was lost under the press of Yibo’s lips against his. They both stilled at the same time, not knowing what to do next or if this was right. But the tension in the air was so thick and heavy, threatening to drop over their heads, that in the next second, they moved at the same time.
Xiao Zhan opened his mouth with a gasp, hands sliding into Yibo’s pristinely styled hair as Yibo plunged his tongue in and groaned at the taste of him, his own hands gripping Xiao Zhan’s thin waist. The lips under his were soft, perfect and everything Yibo thought they would be, and Xiao Zhan moved against him like he couldn’t get enough of Yibo’s lips too.
But when Xiao Zhan started to move away, Yibo subconsciously followed after his addicting mouth.
“W-wait, wait a minute, Yibo,” Xiao Zhan’s breathing was a bit fast, and he was looking entirely too enticing with wet lips and a red blush, “What are we—?”
“Do you want to stop?” Yibo watched Xiao Zhan intensely, his heart racing like it was about to jump out of his chest.
Xiao Zhan’s gaze dropped to Yibo’s still tingling mouth, and he murmured, “No.”
“Good.” Yibo said, before he was crowding back in and kissing Xiao Zhan again, almost to the point of bruising until all he could breathe and taste was him.
Xiao Zhan backed up until Yibo was pressing him against one of the walls of the elevator, his arms thrown around Yibo’s shoulders. They devoured each other’s mouths, unable to stop for a moment to think or to breathe.
It was as he was sucking Xiao Zhan’s bottom lip when Yibo realized that he had wedged a thigh between Xiao Zhan’s legs, the man slowly grinding down against it, whining little repressed sounds into the kiss. Feeling the outline of his growing hardness, Yibo released a groan of his own and pressed against him even more, his cock twitching in interest.
Never did he imagine he would be kissing Asia’s Most Beautiful Face in an elevator, but for once, the thought didn’t leave Yibo raging. If anything, he wanted to keep kissing this man until Xiao Zhan remembered that Wang Yibo did this, that he had turned him into a wrecked mess.
40th Floor
Just as hands started roaming under pants and shirts, the elevator stopped moving.
They both pulled away at the same time, noticing the oddity.
“What’s going on?” Yibo asked as he reluctantly removed himself from Xiao Zhan.
"I don't know," Xiao Zhan pressed the emergency button, but there wasn't any sound. He pressed the button to the nearest floor, but it didn't light up. He jabbed every other button. Nothing happened.
Trying not to panic, Yibo took out his phone and called his manager.
No Service.
"No reception." He said, the grip on his phone hard and slightly shaking.
Xiao Zhan checked his phone too. Also, no service.
"This is beginning to look like a horror movie," Xiao Zhan joked, clearly trying to lighten the situation, but it only served to agitate Yibo further.
“That’s not funny.” Yibo scowled, crossing his arms. He didn’t like horror movies of any kind, and he liked being in situations similar to one even less.
The elevator responded by ascending slowly to the 42nd floor, before it suddenly plunged .
Somebody screamed.
Then the elevator jerked to a stop, and the lights went out.
"Fuck, fuck ."
“Yibo?” In the pitch darkness, Xiao Zhan could see Yibo’s silhouette trembling as he clutched at the railings of the elevator.
“What.”
There was a hard edge to his tone, and Xiao Zhan cautiously asked, “Are you okay?”
It was silent for a moment until Yibo’s voice came, soft and thready with fear, “Kind of scared out of my mind right now, but I haven’t lost all of my shit yet.”
"Don't worry. We'll be okay."
"It's too dark. I'm scared of the dark."
Xiao Zhan felt indescribable fondness towards his young rival, and he couldn’t help but smile.
"Don't be," he said instead. He reached for his phone and activated the flash light but dimmed it down to save the phone's battery.
With the light on, Yibo instantly moved over to Xiao Zhan’s side, even burrowing himself into his arms, and Xiao Zhan didn't have the heart to push him away. He kind of liked the added heat, reminding himself that he wasn’t alone either.
“You think I’m childish for being scared of the dark, aren’t you?” Yibo murmured into his shoulder, but Xiao Zhan shook his head.
“It’s normal to have fears.” Xiao Zhan stroked the back of Yibo’s head almost instinctively. “I’m scared now too.”
“You are?”
“Don’t you hear my heartbeat racing like crazy?”
Yibo moved his head down to Xiao Zhan’s chest and heard it loud and clear this time. It really was beating a little faster than normal.
“Someone will notice right away that something’s wrong and will come find us.” Xiao Zhan reassured, and Yibo nodded.
It was then that Xiao Zhan felt the poke of something against his hip where Yibo’s lower half was pressed to him, and he asked incredulously, “Yibo, are you still hard?!”
Yibo groaned like he was embarrassed. “I’m young.”
Xiao Zhan couldn’t help but snicker. “And very healthy, it seems.”
He received a smack on his arm and Xiao Zhan laughed again. But as he stared at Yibo in his arms, hugging him so tightly, a thought came to mind. Considering what’s happened to them, it was probably going to take a while till someone took notice and fixed it, and Yibo needed a distraction from his fear. Xiao Zhan could offer something to pass the time, but it was very… a deep flush settled on his cheeks.
However, if it could help Yibo, then…
“Hey,” Xiao Zhan petted the man’s head and got him to look at him. Through the shine of his phone light, he could see Yibo’s lips pursed into a frown and his brows pinched together, and Xiao Zhan found the courage to ask, “Want me to help you down there?”
Down there didn’t need much explanation and Yibo’s eyes widened, “Y-you want to—?!”
Xiao Zhan averted his gaze and laughed awkwardly. “Since we’re stuck here, why not? But only if you want to, of course.”
There was a pause, before Yibo whispered, “Okay.”
Xiao Zhan swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
He didn’t know if it was the nerves or arousal that was making his hands shake as he began to palm the front of Yibo’s jeans. Just from the feel of him, Xiao Zhan could tell Yibo wasn't small at all. In fact, was Yibo actually packing under that slim figure of his? He licked his lips, his mind running wild as he wondered what it would feel like in his mouth.
Yibo gaped when Xiao Zhan suddenly slid down to his knees, his phone left on the ground with the light shining up, as he undid Yibo’s button and zipper.
“Xiao Zhan, what are you—”
Yibo cut himself off with a muffled gasp when Xiao Zhan pulled the waistband of his underwear down and his cock bobbed out in the open air. Xiao Zhan’s eyes widened as he slowly took hold of it and felt the thick girth with his fingers. Shit, Yibo was definitely big, bigger than he thought, and Xiao Zhan felt his mouth watering just looking at it.
Yibo’s moan resounded in the small space as Xiao Zhan leaned in and licked the underside of his cock. It’d been awhile since he’d given head so he hoped his skill wasn’t too rusty. With no lube, his hand could only squeeze and lightly stroke the base of Yibo’s dick while his mouth was preoccupied with licking the thickest vein he could find.
His other hand was clutching at the fabric of Yibo’s pants, grounding Xiao Zhan as his mind gradually grew hazy from the heavy weight on his tongue. A part of him couldn't believe he was even doing this, sucking off the Wang Yibo in a broken elevator just to calm him down. It should be laughable, but it was anything but when he was licking the biggest dick he’d ever had with Yibo’s deep groans acting as accompaniment.
Xiao Zhan opened his mouth wider and took it slow as he sank down onto Yibo’s cock, getting about one-third in before gagging and backing away slightly. He breathed in deep and tried it again, relaxing his throat as he took more and more of him in.
“ Fuck ,” Yibo cursed, his hands coming up to clench at Xiao Zhan’s hair.
Xiao Zhan smirked around his mouthful and he glanced up, finding Yibo already looking at him, his eyes wide and dark. Deciding to give him a show, Xiao Zhan started to bob his head, moving back and forth while his tongue actively kept licking at the hot flesh in his mouth.
He paused around the tip and sucked on it hard, cheeks hollowing. Yibo couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, cock sliding deeper into Xiao Zhan’s wet heat, but it was too much, and Xiao Zhan had to pull back and cough. Yibo was instantly caressing down the sides of his face, stammering, “S-sorry, I’m sorry! Did that hurt?”
But Xiao Zhan shook his head, pushing Yibo’s hands away so he could get that cock back in his mouth. Almost choking on Yibo’s length wasn’t too surprising considering his size, but it hadn’t been bad at all.
With his saliva coating the hard member, it was slippery enough to pump as Xiao Zhan asked, “Are you close?”
Panting a little, Yibo nodded.
Xiao Zhan hummed and licked the pre-cum leaking out of the tip, before he wrapped his swollen lips around it again to suck. Yibo tightened his hold on his hair, pulling hard, and the pain sparked down to his cock, causing Xiao Zhan to moan. The vibrations only served to drown Yibo in pleasure. His hips were twitching, but he was obviously forcing himself back.
Xiao Zhan didn’t want that, though. He encouraged Yibo to move how he liked, feeling like he could take more of him now. He would have a sore jaw after this, but swallowing Yibo’s big dick would be worth it.
“Come on, Yibo. I can take it,” Xiao Zhan whispered, kissing down the side of his throbbing erection, before he parted his lips and looked up at Yibo.
Yibo was gazing at him like he had never seen anyone like Xiao Zhan before, and he kind of liked that. He wanted to be the best blowjob Yibo had ever experienced, even though their circumstances could have been better.
Without having to be told twice, Yibo held Xiao Zhan’s steady as he began to fuck into his mouth, lightly at first as if he was scared of hurting Xiao Zhan again. Honestly, this boy had seemed like he hated Xiao Zhan earlier, but he was being so considerate now. It made his heart melt, and Xiao Zhan would have smiled if he could. Instead, he wanted Yibo to let go all of his reservations with him, and he grabbed the man’s hips to pull him forward, driving his entire cock down Xiao Zhan’s throat.
Yibo cried out as he was sucked in to the hilt, his grip so tight Xiao Zhan thought a few strands of hair might have been pulled out of his scalp. But the pain felt so good, he wasn’t going to complain.
Getting the hint, Yibo really moved in earnest now, chasing his release in Xiao Zhan’s hot mouth and soft tongue. Xiao Zhan would have liked to see Yibo’s face as he came, but the filling sensation in his mouth was too much, too good that he could only close his watery eyes and take it.
When Yibo came, he groaned Xiao Zhan’s name in a low and shaky voice, yanking at the ends of his hair as he fucked in deep. Spurts of hot liquid hit the back of Xiao Zhan’s throat and tears slipped down his cheeks from the sharp tug, moaning as Yibo filled him. Because they couldn’t leave behind any mess, he made sure to swallow every drop, Adam’s apple bobbing until there was nothing left and Yibo was pulling away from oversensitivity.
Yibo slid down the wall on quivering knees, chest still heaving from the experience. Xiao Zhan could feel the tangy taste of him on his tongue as he leaned in and kissed Yibo sweetly. He snickered at the frown on the other’s face before Yibo was grabbing the back of his head and reeling him back in.
They kissed for a while, enjoying the smooth slide of their lips meeting, until Xiao Zhan broke it with a gasp. A hand was suddenly cupping his cock through his pants, the touch reminding him of how hard he was.
Yibo moved to crouch over Xiao Zhan, settling between the man’s long legs as he hurriedly unbuttoned his pants. When the heat of his palm touched his member, Xiao Zhan moaned, letting his head fall back as Yibo started stroking him.
“Your lips look so red,” Yibo whispered, his eyes only on Xiao Zhan as he worked the man off.
Xiao Zhan squirmed at the squeeze of Yibo’s hand around him, and wow, he just noticed how big the man’s hands were. God, what were this boy’s proportions?
“So pretty, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said without realizing it, and Xiao Zhan was squirming now, the pressure building inside him. It didn’t help that Yibo had such an erotic voice that was slowly unraveling Xiao Zhan ever since he heard the man moan his name earlier.
“Yibo, your voice… god. ” His breath hitched when Yibo rubbed his palm over the tip, and Xiao Zhan buried his face in the crook of Yibo’s neck, hands gripping the other’s arms.
“You like my voice?” He could hear the smirk in Yibo’s tone, lips brushing against a reddened ear. “What else do you like about me?” He accompanied his words with a faster pump of his wrist, sliding the pre-cum around Xiao Zhan’s dick to make it slick.
Xiao Zhan was too far gone to be shy, speaking almost incoherently, “Your hands, fuck, they’re big, Yibo, and your dick too. So good— mmngh! ”
“I could show you more things with my dick, ge.” Yibo seemed to be panting along with him, watching him. “Would you like that?”
“Yes. Yes , Yibo!” Xiao Zhan felt his climax cresting over, shuddering in Yibo’s arms as he spilled over the man’s hand. Yibo continued to jack him off, milking every minute of his orgasm until Xiao Zhan begged him to stop. Yibo nuzzled the side of his head and pulled his hand back.
When Xiao Zhan raised his head, he saw that Yibo’s appearance looked completely disheveled, and he figured he didn’t look any better. One didn’t need to guess what happened in here judging by the smell of sex in the air and their debauched looks.
“Oh, let me clean that,” Xiao Zhan said, blushing when he noticed his spunk on Yibo’s hand. He took out a pack of tissues from his bag and wiped Yibo’s palm and long fingers clean. A comfortable silence settled between them, and Xiao Zhan couldn’t believe it took them having sex to dissolve the bad air between them.
He chuckled at his own thoughts, and Yibo frowned at him.
“What are you laughing about?”
Xiao Zhan shook his head, grinning. “Nothing, it’s just—”
Before he could finish, they heard faint voices yelling from outside.
"Wang Yibo! Xiao Zhan! Can you hear us?!"
"Finally," Yibo muttered under his breath, tucking himself back in and fixing his pants.
"Yes, we can!" Xiao Zhan yelled back, doing the same.
"Keep calm, okay? You will be rescued soon! Stay seated and don't move!"
“It’s not like we’ve got anywhere else to go.” Yibo sat leaning against the wall of the elevator, arms propped on his bent knees. Xiao Zhan was sitting with his legs crossed beside him, and for a moment, they were both lost in their own thoughts.
“Hey,” Yibo started, his voice loud in the semi darkness.
“Mm?”
“Did you really mean it when you said I was rude in interviews?”
Xiao Zhan sighed and thunked his head back against the metal walls, “No. Actually, you’re… pretty cool when you answer so honestly. Like you don’t give a fuck about what other people will say, and that’s… amazing.”
“I didn’t mean it when I said you were fake and pretentious too.”
“Really?”
“You’re just so,” Yibo seemed to struggle to find the right word before he blurted out, “ perfect, it's almost unbelievable that someone like you exists.”
“I am not perfect,” Xiao Zhan protested. “No one is.”
“But what if I say you’re perfect to me?”
Xiao Zhan’s heart jumped, and he wasn’t given a chance to respond as Yibo hurried to explain, “I watched all of your videos because something about you just drives me crazy, Xiao Zhan. Your kindness, your talent, your voice, your smile. People love you for it and for good reason too. But somehow, I couldn’t handle all these emotions you made me feel, and it just became easier hating you than… than…”
“Than liking me?”
In the soft glow of his phone’s flashlight, Xiao Zhan could see Yibo nodding his head.
This time, Xiao Zhan couldn’t help it. He chuckled, and he was quick to muffle it, but Yibo was already sending him a glare.
“Why are you laughing again?”
“Because of you.”
“What about me? I just confessed and you’re gonna laugh?” Yibo’s lips tightened into a thin line, but Xiao Zhan could see them twitch at the corners, threatening to laugh too.
Xiao Zhan explained whilst still giggling, “You’re a funny man, Wang Yibo, for acting like you hate the person you’re crushing on rather than admit you like them. It’s a good thing the person you like likes you too.”
“It’s not funny when it’s my— wait, what did you say?” Yibo’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open, and Xiao Zhan was tempted to lean over and kiss him again.
"I like you too, Wang Yibo," Xiao Zhan repeated, leaning closer towards Yibo. "I don’t just give anyone a blowjob, you know."
Yibo’s grin was wide and bright, but he snarked back, “How should I know? Maybe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart.”
Xiao Zhan rolled his eyes and stole a quick kiss on the corner of Yibo’s mouth. “Brat.”
Yibo pulled him back in by the collar and left a wet peck on Xiao Zhan’s beauty mark. “Asshole."
As they exchanged a few more insults and kisses, the lights blinked on.
Apparently, they were on the 30th floor.
They stood up quickly and got their appearances in order. Yibo surprisingly found his phone on the far end of the elevator while Xiao Zhan stored his sadly drained mobile device in his pocket. They tried their best fixing their tousled hairs in the reflection of the doors, even though it wasn’t to the perfection of what their stylists did.
"Why are you so tall, Zhan-ge," Yibo muttered, looking at Xiao Zhan through their reflections. "And why are you so beautiful? It's a crime."
"You're not so bad yourself, Wang Laoshi," Xiao Zhan winked at him.
“How could I ever compare to Asia’s Most Beautiful Face? I’m only ranked at 14!”
“Don’t worry, Yibo, you’re perfect to me.”
Yibo scoffed, “Don’t just steal my lines, ge. It’s uncreative.”
Xiao Zhan laughed and placed his sunglasses back on.
The doors slid open, and together, they strode out of the elevator.