Chapter Text
Xue Yang’s having a shit night. The place is dead. Like even more than usual for a Tuesday night and if he didn’t need Friday off we wouldn’t have bothered because he’d have made a killing on tips. But tonight, he’s made maybe five bucks and the time is fucking dragging—
And then the most beautiful guy on the planet walks through the door. Not a regular—Xue Yang would remember seeing this perfection before. The guy is tall but willowy and Xue Yang half-expects him to be gangly but he’s not. He walks almost like he’s dancing and as he spots the bar—and Xue Yang behind it—he gets this amazing smile on his face. His mouth is a goddamn daydream—
And then another guy comes in right after him. They’re clearly together—but maybe not for long. There’s a lack of familiarity between them, an awkwardness that Xue Yang can practically feel. So this is a first date. Maybe a second, but not likely.
They can pretty much sit wherever they want and Xue Yang expects them to take one of the cozy little corner tables but no, they sit right at the bar. Which is great for Xue Yang because if he has to witness what is sure to be painful get-to-know-you conversation, at least the view is spectacular.
“What can I get you?” he asks with an easy smile, looking more at Pretty Boy. And up close, he’s even prettier. There’s that mouth, but he also has these dark eyes and his eyelashes are long and just his cheekbones—in contrast, his date looks, well, ordinary. He’s attractive enough but he fucking ruins it because he looks cocky as fuck. Which doesn’t usually bother Xue Yang all that much—he’s cocky as fuck. But on this guy, he just looks kind of like a douche.
And then he opens his mouth and confirms it. “We’ll both have a Glenlivet fifteen. With an ice ball if you have them. If not, neat.”
“Coming right up,” he says, glancing over at Pretty Boy to get his reaction at having the other dude order for him and he doesn’t look pleased at all—until he blinks and his expression clears and he turns to Douche Dude and says something about the weather. Which whatever. It’s raining but it’s always raining this time of year and he doesn’t need to listen to them wax poetic about it or whatever.
They do have the ice balls but fuck if Douche Dude deserves one, so Xue Yang puts one in Pretty Boy’s glass but not in the other and when he places them down he gives Douche Dude an apologetic shrug. “Last one,” he says. Then moves over but not out of earshot to wipe the bar and pretend to do something that looks like work on his tablet.
“Have you had single malt before?” Douche Dude says. “It’s best if you swirl the whisky to expose all of it to the ice.” He swirls his own iceless glass to demonstrate like it’s some great skill. “And then you need to just breathe it in first.” He sticks his nose right into the glass and then starts coughing because the alcohol must’ve hit his nostrils and Xue Yang has to bite down a laugh.
He catches Pretty Boy’s eye and he holds Xue Yang’s gaze as he brings his own glass to his nose. Very clearly does not ‘breathe it in’ before he takes a small, tentative sip. And then Xue Yang gets to watch him hold that miniscule sip for way too long before he swallows. Which means he hates it and is just too polite to say so.
Once Douche Dude stops coughing, he downs about half his drink at once and swallows it right away which means he also hates it but is trying to show off.
Dumbass.
“So, are you a dom or a sub,” Douche Dude asks with no build-up or preamble and Xue Yang would admire his balls for that if it didn’t make Pretty Boy nearly choke on his other polite sip—and that’s when Xue Yang notices.
Pretty Boy has a tan line at the base of his left ring finger.
So this isn’t just an awkward, potentially shitty first date. Pretty Boy is cheating on his spouse to be on this awkward, potentially shitty first date. Which is just sad because if you’re going to cheat it should at least be worth your while—
“Excuse me?” Pretty Boy says.
“You know, do you like to give or receive? Because I know what I like and what I think I like is the idea of you, on your knees, begging—”
“Another one?” Xue Yang asks, coming over with his brow raised. Absolutely interrupting on purpose. Even though neither one of them have finished their drinks. “You know, we have this amazing local gin and one of the breweries not too far from here makes this excellent tonic that—”
“Yes, please,” Pretty Boy says. “I love gin and tonic.” And then he gives Xue Yang this devastating relieved smile. “It’s my favorite.”
Xue Yang grins back. “Yeah, I thought.” Then he turns to Douche Dude. “Another of the same or…”
“Please,” he says, managing to make the one word drip so much disdain that Xue Yang’s actually impressed. And then Douche Dude takes Pretty Boy’s drink and downs the rest of it.
Classy.
Xue Yang sets a glass down in front of Pretty Boy, pouring a generous shot of the gin right into the glass. Much more than a measure, but whatever—it’s not like he’s gonna get fired for it. “Watch this,” he says. And then he cracks open the can of tonic and starts to pour it and Pretty Boy’s face lights up when the gin changes from purple to pink like he’s watching actual magic instead of fucking chemistry.
Douche Dude snorts and holds out Pretty Boy’s old glass, the ice only barely melted. “If you don’t mind,” he sneers and, just for that, Xue Yang gets the measure and pours exactly one ounce into it. Holds Douche Dude’s eyes the entire time. Which means he can probably kiss a tip goodbye but Douche Dude’s probably a lousy tipper anyway.
“Mm,” Pretty Boy says. “You were right. This is amazing.”
Of course it is. Because Xue Yang’s good at his fucking job. He’s so good at his job that he can guess just what Pretty Boy is doing with Douche Dude. That he’s bored with his sex life and decided to skip out to spice things up. And judging by his expression just before Xue Yang interrupted them, he doesn’t even know if he’s a dom or a sub or a switch.
But Xue Yang’s certain of two things: first, that Douche Dude is one of those shitty doms who thinks their subs should be ‘on’ all the fucking time and never got the memo that it’s the sub who has all the power. Second, Pretty Boy is a dom in the making and maybe the reason why he’s stepped out is because he hasn’t had a chance to try it on.
And he’s not gonna get to if he keeps going on dates with Douche Dudes.
Then, for once, Xue Yang’s luck is on his side because Douche Dude excuses himself to hit the head. He’s probably so arrogant he’s not even worried about Xue Yang trying to steal his date because as far as he’s concerned, Xue Yang’s so far beneath him that he’s not worth considering.
Which isn’t his only mistake tonight, but it might be his biggest.
“Say the word and I’ll lock him in there so you can make your escape,” Xue Yang says to Pretty Boy with a wink—he laughs and fucking finally he has a flaw. Because Xue Yang expects something low and melodic—but no, Pretty Boy giggles. Okay, maybe it’s not a flaw—it’s cute as fuck and he covers his mouth and fucking hell—
“That won’t be necessary,” Pretty Boy says, taking another sip of his drink. “Although I think I’ll be cutting this date—” He cuts himself off when his phone trills, a brief flash of alarm coming over his face. So it’s the spouse, then.
Xue Yang backs off and actually gives him his space. Because he does not do domestic bullshit unless he absolutely has to. Hell, he makes it a policy not to fool around with married people but he’d probably be willing to bend the rules for—
Pretty boy fires off what looks to Xue Yang like a small essay worth of text. In fact, he’s still typing when Douche Dude returns, and when Douche Dude tries to touch his shoulder—and not-so-subtly read the phone over it—Pretty Boy turns away and actually glares at Douche Dude and just like that it looks like their date’s about to be over—
“Who’s Zichen?” he asks. “Another boyfriend of yours?”
“No,” Pretty Boy says with a smile even Xue Yang knows is dangerous. “He’s my husband.”
“Wait, what?” Douche Dude’s face flushes and he cannot reach for his wallet fast enough. “You’re married?”
“Mmhmm.” He glances up from his phone and makes the smile even more devastating. “Should I tell him you say hello?”
“What the fuck?” Douche Dude throws a twenty on the bar. Barely enough to cover his own drinks. “Does this look like the face of someone who fucks around with married people?” And yeah, it kind of does and even Xue Yang’s surprised that this is the line Douche Dude’s unwilling to cross. “If your husband comes anywhere near me I’ll have him arrested for assault.”
Pretty Boy gives him a concerned frown that fools nobody. “Why would he do that?” Then he looks back down at his phone. “Although he does have quite the temper and if he found out I was out with such a powerful dom as you—”
Xue Yang has to cover his mouth to hold in his laughter. Hell, he probably needs to cover his whole face. Douche Dude cannot get out of here fast enough. If he was a cartoon character, he’d punch right through the door, leaving a Douche Dude-sized hole in it. And then Xue Yang turns back to Pretty Boy, lifting a single brow.
Pretty Boy laughs again. “Fuck, that was a disaster,” he says with a rueful smile. And he manages to make swearing sound like poetry. “How much do I owe you?” he asks, reaching for his wallet.
“On the house,” Xue Yang says. Then leans over the bar and drinks the rest of Douche Dude’s drink. And yeah, he’s not supposed to drink when he’s on the clock but— “On one condition.”
“Oh?” Pretty Boy leans back a bit and the smile he gives Xue Yang shifts and becomes a bit wary and given what just happened, that’s probably fair. “And what’s that?”
Xue Yang grins at him. “Your name.”
“Oh!” Pretty Boy’s face clears and the smile he has now is unfettered. Guileless. Xue Yang’s so fucked. “Xiao Xingchen,” he says, holding out his hand. “And thanks for the rescue—or rather the offer of one.”
“My pleasure,” Xue Yang says as he takes Xiao Xingchen’s hand. It’s cool and slender and it’s all Xue Yang can do not to kiss the back of it and he’s not the gallant type. “Though you clearly needed no help from me.”
Xiao Xingchen laughs again. Then cocks his head and gives Xue Yang a once-over that makes his face heat even though he’s not the blushing type, either. “Please tell me if I’m being too forward because I’m sure you get this all the time and I don’t want to be that—”
“I’m off at midnight,” Xue Yang says as he collects the empty glasses and puts them in the dish bin. Because that’s hours away and there’s no way Xiao Xingchen’s going to wait that long when he has a husband at home—a husband who’s a damn fool.
“Hmm.” Xiao Xingchen props one elbow on the bar and rests his chin on it. “In that case, I should probably switch to soda.” He’s still smiling at Xue Yang and he’s fucked, he’s so absolutely fucked— “I have a feeling I’m going to want to have a clear head for the rest of the night.”
Xue Yang pours Xiao Xingchen a club soda, rimming it with a lemon and lime and tossing a couple cherries in it. Realizes it’s a huge mistake when Xiao Xingchen takes one of the cherries by the stem and curls his tongue around the fruit as he pulls it free, holding Xue Yang’s gaze the entire time.
#
The last customer besides Xiao Xingchen leaves at ten-thirty and the second they’re out the door, Xue Yang locks up. Loads the last of the dishes in the washer faster than he ever has in his life and flies through his cash out, nearly shortchanging himself when he tips out the kitchen staff.
He doesn’t care.
He doesn’t bother putting the chairs up or any of the other clean-up. He’ll find a way to make it up to whoever’s opening tomorrow.
Probably. Maybe.
And then he drags Xiao Xingchen to the tiny vacant office beside the kitchen and the second he shuts the door he crowds Xiao Xingchen against it, kissing him and god. His mouth feels just as good as it looks. Soft and pliant but not too much—Xiao Xingchen gives as good as he gets, kissing Xue Yang back, winding his hands around Xue Yang’s neck—Xue Yang slots one of his legs between Xiao Xingchen’s and he moans and immediately starts grinding against it—
Fuck. His husband must be the biggest dolt on the planet. Because Xiao Xingchen is just so responsive and makes the most delicious little sounds into Xue Yang’s mouth—how can their sex life be so bad that Xiao Xingchen has to stray—
“Fuck,” Xue Yang moans into Xiao Xingchen’s mouth. “God, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathes. And then he reaches for the button of Xiao Xingchen’s chinos and tugs it free. “What do you want?” he asks, fastening his mouth back on Xiao Xingchen’s, making the kisses wetter, filthier—fuck, he wants to feel Xiao Xingchen’s mouth on his cock and he wants to feel Xiao Xingchen’s cock in his own—he wants it all and he knows he’s not going to get it and—
“Wait.”
Xue Yang backs off. With great reluctance. Then pries his eyes open and makes them meet Xiao Xingchen’s and he knows how he looks. Like he’s starving and Xiao Xingchen’s the only thing that can sustain him—
“Do you have—” Xiao Xingchen purses his lips. And Xue Yang has to roll his eyes because of course. Of course Xiao Xingchen’s cheating on his husband and he’d be worried about—
Xue Yang turns to the desk and slides open the drawer he knows is full of condoms and lube. He tears off a couple, then grabs the good, unflavored stuff and takes a single step toward Xiao Xingchen—and then he halts. Because he gets it. Xiao Xingchen’s been with the same—oh shit, maybe he’s only been with—
“I’m clean,” Xue Yang says. “Not that I’m expecting you to take my word for it. Just—” He slams the small bottle of lube on the desk. “Despite appearances, I don’t do this all that much.”
Xiao Xingchen angles his head. “I believe you,” he says. Which is…a weird thing to say. But Xue Yang’s never been someone to look a gift fuck in the mouth and, look. He knows that Xiao Xingchen’s too good for him but Xiao Xingchen doesn’t seem to know that and—
Xue Yang surges back to him and kisses him like he’s worried Xiao Xingchen’s going to dissolve. Like he’s just going to vanish, some fucking hot figment of Xue Yang’s imagination—
Xue Yang drops down to his knees. Gets Xiao Xingchen’s pants open and his boxers out of the way and then he just gets to look and appreciate how pretty Xiao Xingchen’s cock is for a moment. Slender but long, with this little curve to it—
Xue Yang takes it into his mouth, darting his tongue along the frenulum, then along the slit right before he sinks lower and Xiao Xingchen relaxes against him—he hears the thud of Xiao Xingchen’s head hitting the wood of the door. And then he gets to fucking work—and if Xiao Xingchen thought he was good as his job—
Xue Yang was made for this. Is made for this. He takes Xiao Xingchen nearly to the root, shoving his gag reflex aside right before he comes back up, sucking hard on the head, licking over the slit, tasting salt every time—it’s good. Xiao Xingchen tastes better than just about anyone Xue Yang’s had and he’s not going to think about that, what it means, if Xiao Xingchen’s doing something different or there’s just something different about him.
Xiao Xingchen’s hand winds through Xue Yang’s hair and holds him in place and he’s not fucking Xue Yang’s face. Really. But Xue Yang can’t help but moan around being held down, being held fast even as he slides his mouth along Xiao Xingchen’s cock, feeling it swell and twitch, the head of Xiao Xingchen’s dick teasing at the back of his throat—
Xue Yang sinks down as far as he can. Holds his breath and works his tongue and swallows around Xiao Xingchen’s cock—Xiao Xingchen’s close. He can tell but the small sounds he makes, by how hard he’s holding himself back, by how his hips are twitching—
He comes back up, flicking his tongue along the slit right before he goes back down and the small gasp from Xiao Xingchen is all the warning he gets before his mouth and throat are flooded with salty and bitter and there’s just so much of it.
Xue Yang chokes, trying to get most of it down but he’s fighting a losing battle with his gag reflex and trying to keep as much of Xiao Xingchen’s cock inside him as possible and—he moves up, struggling to keep spit and come from dribbling down his face, swiping at it with his thumb.
And then Xiao Xingchen lifts Xue Yang’s hand and he watches as Xiao Xingchen slides Xue Yang’s thumb into his mouth and sucks his own come off it. It should not be as hot as it is. Xue Yang’s eyes slam shut as he moans—
“Open your eyes.” Xiao Xingchen’s voice is soft, but commanding. And then Xue Yang has to watch as Xiao Xingchen continues to suck his thumb. And then each finger in turn, his mouth so fucking warm and wet. It’s not fair. He’s not playing fair.
And then Xiao Xingchen drops to his knees, looking Xue Yang dead in the eye. “Your turn,” he says, his voice low and hot and it goes right to Xue Yang’s dick. He somehow spins them both, shoving Xue Yang up and against the door, tugging his jeans off and a condom on and when his mouth closes around Xue Yang’s dick—
“Fuck.” Xue Yang falls back against the door. “Fuck your fucking mouth,” he blurts out. But Xiao Xingchen doesn’t seem offended. He giggles, his breath fanning over Xue Yang’s overheated skin.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs. Then manages to give Xue Yang the best blow job he’s ever had, especially with a condom. And he can’t even say why; it’s not like Xiao Xingchen’s doing anything new or different or innovative. But it’s just objectively better and before Xue Yang’s even close to ready he’s close—he angles his pelvis back, trying to slow it down, panting himself down from the edge—it’s too soon. He’s not some green teenager who comes if you so much as look at him the wrong way—
Xiao Xingchen’s relentless. He does this completely overwhelming thing with his tongue right as he grazes a couple fingers past Xue Yang’s balls and past his taint, nudging his fingertips along Xue Yang’s entrance. Clearly teasing, not trying to go in—and that might be worse. Xue Yang angles his hips back but of course it doesn’t do anything and he’s going to die. He’s so close and Xiao Xingchen is such a fucking tease—
Xiao Xingchen moves away, then comes up, replacing his mouth with his hand and it’s not nearly the same but Xue Yang’s so wound up and so close—
“Now,” Xiao Xingchen murmurs against Xue Yang’s mouth just as he kisses him and that does it, Xue Yang coming hard and fast and it doesn’t stop and this is what it’s like to die—
Xue Yang slumps against the door, letting it hold him up. He’s panting, sweating, his body still shuddering, twitching— “Fuck,” he says, because it’s all he can say as he stares up at the ceiling. “What the fuck is wrong with your husband?”
“Nothing.” And just the way Xiao Xingchen says that brings Xue Yang crashing back down to Earth.
“Sorry.” Xue Yang rolls his head down, peeling himself from the door. “I meant no offense.” He chances winding an arm around the back of Xiao Xingchen’s neck—he allows it. “Just,” he gives Xiao Xingchen a smile and he knows it’s giving way too much away. “If you were mine—”
Xiao Xingchen hums out a little laugh. Then drops a quick kiss to Xue Yang’s cheek. “But I am,” he says. Then kisses Xue Yang’s other cheek. “As long as I’m here with you, I’m all yours.”
Xue Yang doesn’t answer. Doesn’t tell Xiao Xingchen that that’s not nearly enough. That it won’t ever be enough. That now that he’s had a taste he’ll never get enough and his only regret in this life now is that he didn’t find Xiao Xingchen first—
It’s a bit much to reveal on the first ‘date’. Especially when you’re the other man.
#
Two months later
Xue Yang sinks into the bed, his arms dropping to his sides like lead weights the moment Xingchen uncuffs him. He’s still a bit breathless, his heart still racing—goddamn.
He created a fucking monster in Xingchen. Not only is he a dom, but he’s fucking mean—and Xue Yang loves it. Like tonight, Xingchen stepped into Xue Yang’s place, calmly took off his shoes, leaned into Xue Yang and said a single word: “Kneel.”
Xue Yang kneeled. And then was stripped and cuffed and edged for what seemed like fucking forever and by the time he got to come he was literally begging for it.
Now, he can barely move, his brain barely back online. “That was—” He doesn’t have words.
“Hmm,” Xingchen gathers Xue Yang into him, stroking his hair with one hand and trailing his fingers down Xue Yang’s back with the other. He murmurs some stuff Xue Yang barely hears, kissing him everywhere—he’s a fucking natural at aftercare. There’s already water and candy on the bedside table—Xingchen went out to grab them while he had Xue Yang cuffed and blindfolded, pretending to leave—you can see the bed from one side of the galley kitchen if you try hard enough. And after, Xue Yang knows that they’ll shower and Xingchen will insist on washing his hair and his back, and then he’ll feed him something more ‘substantial’—
It's then, when he’s tucked against Xingchen side, some dumbass show playing— “I’m seeing someone else,” he says. And surprises himself a bit when his heart starts to kick faster.
“Okay,” Xingchen replies, completely unconcerned. Xue Yang sits up.
“You’re not upset?”
Xingchen gives him a soft smile, tucking a piece of caramel corn into Xue Yang’s mouth. “Why should I be? I’m married to someone else, so I can’t expect you to be exclusive with me.”
“Cool.” Xue Yang steals some more popcorn from the bowl. “Actually, I want you to meet him.”
“Oh?” Xingchen angles his head. “Why?”
“Because he’s hot as fuck and I bet you could ruin him.”
Xingchen bursts out laughing. “Yang’er, you just want to watch me torture someone else like I torture you.”
“Yep,” Xue Yang says, shoveling the whole mouthful of popcorn into his mouth. Then, once he swallows, “But I bet you’d love to have someone new to be mean to.”
“Hmm.” Xingchen doesn’t say anything for several moments, contemplatively chewing on a couple of kernels of caramel corn. Then he shrugs. “Sure, why not?” He leans over and gives Xue Yang a soft kiss. “But don’t think for a moment that you’ll be off the hook just because you’re bringing me some fresh meat.”
“Fuck.” Xue Yang’s eyes slam shut. He’s the luckiest fucker on the goddamned planet.