"Wang Xinjia," Jonathan called out, not looking up from the file he was currently studying. There was a lot to catch up on to fully grasp everything after his absence, and he had sacrificed some precious days that he might have normally made use of so he could show Wang Xinjia around the city.
Granted, a lot of that had not taken them outside the bedroom for too long, but he had seen some of the sights with him, bought him some clothes, gotten a lot further into the boyfriend experience than he ever had before. It was exciting still, as it would be. Nothing with this boy was never quite as he expected.
He looked up and waved his boyfriend closer. "You should go to the coffee shop downstairs. Get me an iced tea with lemon."
"Downstairs? In the lobby?" He didn't know why he was so surprised but it was going downstairs. Where people were. English speakers. Without Jonathan. For the very first time. Up until now, he had basically relied on Jonathan to handle all the talking while he said 'thank you', 'excuse me' and 'sorry'. Sometimes 'hello', 'bye' and 'yes'.
He had been reading and trying to learn English since the flight but he had jitters! Big time jitters.
"Ice tea with lemon." He frowned and then he said it again, this time in English. "Ice lemon please." Wait. "Tea." Better.
"Close enough," he ensured him and he ended up smiling. It was endearing, as he always was. He didn't regret bringing him for that reason alone, he was already brightening his day. He got out his wallet and handed him some money, then added the one thing he would not be telling any other assistant. "Buy yourself something too."
At the very least it could encourage him to figure out another English order. "Don't worry so much."
He reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "It can't go that wrong."
"Uh-huh, yeah, can't go that wrong." He took the money with both hands and bowed to Jonathan nervously. Looking at the door then back to Jonathan. He was brave. He was strong. He was a man, after all, he could order some damn tea! "I'll be right back."
Xinjie went with great determination from the room and headed to the lift, trying to work out where the lobby was on the buttons? It had be 1, right? He pressed 1 and waited for the doors to open.
He then spent 20 minutes wondering around the hallways of an office, looking for a coffee shop until someone stopped him and asked him for his ID. Which he had left upstairs. And his attempts to assure them he worked here were jumbled and awkward.
"I work here. Jonathan. I want coffee... no, tea. Where tea?"
"Can you show me your ID, Jonathan?"
"Jonathan-- upstairs." What was he supposed to say? He bounced on his feet. "I want ice tea lemon."
It took another twenty minutes to clear up some confusion and eventually get told that the lobby was actually L and not 1. This was still the office. He nodded gratefully and finally got back to the elevator, looking until he found the L. L for lobby.
Getting the tea had been easy in the end, after 40 minutes of getting lost and confused. He had gotten tea with lemon, iced and in a plastic cup and forgot to get himself anything. It had been so overwhelming that he had just forgotten.
When he came back with the ice tea, he looked exhausted. He looked at Jonathan and held out the drink. "Lobby is L."
Jonathan had given up all hope of ever seeing that tea, though he rather hoped to at least see Xinjia again. He was unsure whether he should just ping his phone and send out a search party, but before he could make up his mind on that, there he was, strolling into his office.
Looking absolutely beat. He turned to the woman that was in the room with them, smiling a polite smile. "Could you excuse us, please? We can finish the conversation later."
She agreed, of course, with a pitying look at Xinjia, and then left the room, closing the door. Now that they were alone, Jonathan placed the tea on the glass table by the sofa and then he looked at Xinjia, reaching out to pat his head. "You look tired, puppy."
"Cause I just walked through like a billion offices looking for a coffee shop and I was on floor 1 and they wanted my ID but I forgot it." Xinjia ranted as he pouted, letting the other pet his head because at least it felt nice. Even if it was a little mocking. He pulled away and remembered the glare before he flopped himself down onto the sofa.
"And don't call me puppy. I'm no puppy. You're a -- a fox. A wily fox." Xinjia insisted as he crossed his arms, feeling a little sulky now because of his misadventure. He didn't even get himself a snack either.
He missed the hotel, it was easier in the hotel. There was just love and fun!
"Uh-huh." The pout made it impossible to not keep thinking of him as a puppy. Jonathan stepped closer and, with a finger hooked through the belt loop of the nice new trousers he had gotten Xinjia, he pulled him closer still. Now basically pressed against each other, he looked into his eyes. "Are you pouting?"
Not exactly a non-puppy thing to do, he felt. He reached up, running his thumb along that pouty bottom lip. "I told you not to walk around with your ID. Company policy. I should reprimand you, really."
"Reprimand me?! No way! It's a stupid rule. If I'm in the building, I obviously work here." Seemed simple to him. He worked lots of jobs without ID cards. It wasn't his fault that this place was all fancy and stuck up. "I'm pouting because it's not fair, Jie-ge! It's too big here. There's no maps either."
Usually hospitals had those little maps. Big malls did too. He looked up at Jonathan and pulled his lip away from that thumb. "It's not my fault."
"Sounds like you are looking for excuses. Blaming everyone but yourself." Nothing new there. He took a step to the side so that he could give Xinjia a sudden shove, making him fall backwards onto the sofa. He came right behind him, staying standing above him with one knee propped up next to him and a hand on his shoulder to hold him down and keep him in place. "Is it everyone else's fault that you can't follow rules and you can't remember a layout? What a gangster you'd have made, I'd love to see you during a break-in."
The thought was entertaining him, at least. "Will you forget your ID again?"
"Gangsters don't use ID cards." Xinjia shot back as he stayed slumped on the couch, looking up at Jonathan with wide eyes because when he did this, it always meant he was being playful but still mean. He could be very mean! Not that anyone ever noticed how mean he was. They never saw through the gentleman act. "I would have been a good gangster. Gangsters don't need English."
At least, not in China. He glared stubbornly, refusing to back down. He tried to push up against Jonathan to escape his hold. "I'll pin the stupid thing to my head, would that make you happy? Huh?!"
Why would that possibly make him happy? Who even thought of that? Jonathan's eyes softened with amusement. "Sure. Wear it as an earring." He used his free hand to run a finger along Xinjia's earlobe, loving that fierce expression he always wore when he was being defensive. "Anyway. Might not have needed English as a gangster in China, but you'd have needed to memorise how to get in and out of a building."
He shrugged. "So. What should your punishment be?"
"Why should I be punished? You sent me and you didn't tell me about the buttons or nothing! We're both at fault." So there. He resisted the urge to stick out his tongue as he wriggled against him and managed to get enough space to pull himself up with his elbows, glaring at his boss. "How can I memorise without a map? Gangsters have blueprints. Give me blueprints, I memorise every floor."
Then he'd show Jonathan. He'd know everything about this place and then he would be able to get anywhere in seconds. Like a ninja.
"I can give you the blueprints." Always talked himself into knots. "Then we can come at night and I can watch you navigate the place with a blindfold on."
The idea of only them here at night and of Xinjia with a blindfold on was intriguing, at least. Jonathan leaned in and spoke by Xinjia's ear, their cheeks close enough to brush against each other. "I hope you won't need too much time to memorise."
"No, I could walk this place blindfolded after .... 3 hours of looking at blueprints!" A confident brag, an overconfident brag but he was not going to back down to Jonathan. He had to prove he was a badass and he couldn't do that if he gave himself too much time and looked like he needed it. He was going to be a great gangster, he only went legit cause of his boyfriend. That was it.
As he brushed up against him, his breath hitched and his dick twitched in his pants. Jonathan just had a way of setting all of him alight. "I'll show you who's a navigating master. Like a ninja."
"Oh yeah. I can't wait to be schooled by you." Somehow. By letting himself get blindfolded in a dark office. If Xinjia thought he could prove anything like that, who was Jonathan to disagree with him? He appreciated how easy he wanted to make it for him, to take advantage.
All of a sudden, he let go of him to sit down next to him instead, putting a hand on his thigh casually. Perhaps a bit higher up than would normally be casual. "I want to pick up food on the way home. What do you feel like? We can leave in half an hour."
"Can I get burgers again?" He liked burgers a lot, they tasted really good here. Like greasy and bad but also addictive. He also liked the fries, they were really nice. He was still in the excitement of American food, barring one day of homesickness where they had to go get some Taiwanese food cause he was feeling particularly gloomy. "There's a lot of good places. New York is good for that stuff."
He sat upright and dusted off whatever pretend dust was there, leaning back against the sofa and rubbing his neck. "The days are shorter here. People finish at 5pm. It's way more chill."
"Depends on what job you have, but you are right." Compared to Taiwan, this kind of work could feel relaxing, Jonathan supposed. Especially given that he hadn't exactly saddled Xinjia with hard work so far, not that one could tell that from how he complained about it some days. "I want to finish early today so that we have more time at home."
He really ought to be working more, but whatever. He could keep playing catch-up. This time right now was definitely worth it. "I'll show you more places in China Town this weekend. Make sure you don't get homesick. Whatever would I do if you wanted to leave me?"
"Find another boy, I guess. They all throw themselves at you." He got hit on five times at the Taiwanese restaurant alone. He didn't think Jonathan would have trouble finding someone else and it annoyed him. He wanted Jonathan, he called dibs already! That just didn't stop people and some of them were hot too. Real hot. If he got bored of him, he wouldn't be left wanting.
No one threw themselves at him. Except the old lady that fell in his lap by accident on the bus last Friday. "Playboy."
"Am I a playboy then? What makes me a playboy, Wang Xinjia?" He asked curiously, turning to the side to properly look at him. "Aren't you the one that comes to bars to claim strange men? No hesitation there."
Clearly he was the more innocent party in this. "Took me right to a hotel on the first night, that's playboy behaviour. I should keep an eye on you before you try to win someone else." Apparently it could just happen once he got drunk enough.
He did sound genuinely concerned there. Perhaps with a bit of a playful edge, it was difficult taking this too seriously.
"Hey! I wasn't trying to pick you up! I was drunk and I wanted ... you know what I wanted." To kill him but he wasn't going to say that aloud in a fancy office in the states, was he? His mouth hung up, utterly offended. The injustice. "It's not my fault if I'm drunk and-and you lied! I never did anything that night."
So there. Good boy. He didn't have drunk sex or do anything. "You always get guys and girls come over and I know you've been home with them. Before me, anyway. So that's a playboy. You're all flirty but you're in a suit so people don't notice that you're all -- that." He wiggled his hands vaguely, unable to properly express himself. "If I did what you did, they'd call me a manwhore."
Why did he say manwhore and not playboy? He paused as he realised and went a little red. "I'm loyal."
"How do you know any of them have been home with me? Have you ever met any that have? Have you ever seen any that I didn't reject?" He sighed, clearly a long-suffering, put upon sigh, clearly a great injustice was being committed against him there, once more. "Are you judging me because others want me? That doesn't seem fair. Did I ask them for it? Did I ask you? You laid your claim first."
For reasons of killing, but fair enough. "What I did, Wang Xinjia, is let myself be claimed by you. So if you are to call me anything, you should call me your prize."
"If I laid claims and you're my prize, I should get to call the shots, eh?" Worth a shot, wasn't it? He looked at Jonathan seriously for a moment and then nodded to himself. It made sense. "You should get me ice tea. And I should punish you for ... having ID badges here. Cause that's not normal." So there. He could be scary too.
Even if it came out more petulant than commanding and determined. "And you don't have to worry cause I don't want anyone else. I only want you. That's why you're mine."
"Right. You are my assistant, but I am employed here too. The employer here at the top is Tao's mother. Do you want to punish her?" He highly doubted he'd get very far with that, so there was a smirk when he asked the question. Rather undercut any scariness that his little puppy was trying to show here.
"Anyway. You can try calling the shots at home tonight." He wished him good luck with that, it felt rather unlikely. "But, for the record. I'm loyal too. So stop being a brat."
"Tao's mom?" He didn't want to meet her. Every story about Tao's family was scary and he assumed the mom had be really scary. He had heard her yell down the phone before. He bit his lower lip and rethought his plans, shaking his head eagerly. "I'm not being a brat. You're a brat."
So there. He looked over at the ice tea he had gotten Jonathan and reached out, picking up the drink and holding it out insistently. "The ice will melt and it won't taste as good. You should drink it. I worked hard to get it. Drink it and then we can leave. I want to go home!"
"So bossy." Yet, obediently, Jonathan leaned in and took the straw into his mouth, drinking and swallowing while he looked into Xinjia's eyes and let him hold the cup for him. He pulled back after a few long sips, licking his lips and grinning. "Did I do well?"
He asked teasingly and then he got back up. "I need to finish up some things before we can leave. You should go wait somewhere else, you'll distract me here."
"I don't know. I guess." He was flustered, he didn't know what else to say. He had just been watching Jonathan's Adam's apple bop as he drank. He licked his lips and nodded, setting the tea aside and then standing up. "I'm gonna go get a snack, I still have money. I'll be back in like twenty minutes and then we go. You promised half an hour!"
Xiajia pulled the money from his pocket and then counted it before moving towards the door. He was going straight to the vending machine!
It was the weekend and while Jonathan had considered a couple of options, ultimately he had taken them to 886, a place well suited for a night of going out rather than to have a family style dinner. He planned on taking Xinjia to a club after this, perhaps a couple of different clubs, so while he browsed the menu, he stopped for a moment to look at him, gently brushing their shoes together under the table. "Don't order anything too heavy. We might go dancing."
He knew this place well enough for most of the servers to recognise and quite a few to greet him by name. More than one of them had given him their numbers before, so that wasn't surprising. Obviously, he didn't think much of it, it was fairly common, especially in any Taiwanese place.
"Eh? Dancing?" Jonathan was getting so many looks. Rude. He was dating him, he had claimed him, it was his prize! He moved his chair around the circular table, making a dragging sound, as he slid in closer to Jonathan. There. He would sit on his lap if he had to. "I'll just get the pancakes with beef. I love beef. It's the best of the meats."
He reached out and took Jonathan's hand stubbornly, even if it was very awkward for Jonathan, who was trying to look at a menu. "You don't eat enough meat. You should get beef too!"
"Eat more meat? Are you my auntie now?" Jonathan, naturally, was amused. Still, he let Xinjia hold his hand, threading their fingers together as he considered the option. "I'm not young like you, if I eat that heavy I won't be much good for you."
One had to consider such things. He looked at the menu again and then shrugged, closing it. He turned to look at his boyfriend with a smirk. "If you let me have the cold noodles now, I promise I'll eat your meat later. Won't that make up for it?"
Questionably whether Xinjia would even be able to follow that. At the very least he anticipated it taking a few seconds.
"You can't eat my meat, order your own!" No, he didn't get it. Not at first. It took a few moments before it finally dawned on him and his eyes enlarged in embarrassment. "Ah! You're messing around. You always mess around! I -- I'm still not giving you my left over beef." He huffed in annoyance and would have left go of Jonathan's hand but there were too many stray, horny people lurking around. After his man.
He watched one man smile at Jonathan, raising a hand in greeting. He tried to glare him down. "Jie-ge, I'm not good at dancing." Did he have to be good? He didn't know. He had never gone to a club with dancing before.
The man who raised his hand did look vaguely familiar, so Jonathan gave him a nod before turning his full attention to Xinjia again, tilting his head to the side. "I don't expect you to be. They do say that dancing in a club is like sex with clothes on and you needed a while to figure out sex too."
He was just stating the obvious. Teasingly, obviously. He leaned forward, so he could lower his voice even in the noisy restaurant. "I'll teach you. Try not to worry." Always his issue, letting his anxiety get the better of him,
The waitress came over and Jonathan ordered for them both, taking charge without really thinking about it. It seemed wise to not put more pressure onto Xinjia.
Was he bad at sex?! Was that the problem? He thought he had gotten pretty good after a bit of a shaky start. He felt he had figured it out swiftly. He definitely needed to improve if he wanted to keep Jonathan away from that hot guy. And all the hot guys. And girls! Not that he was sure if Jonathan liked them but even so. He would just have to watch a lot of gay porn.
As Jonathan finished ordering, Xinjia snapped himself out of his plans and looked at Jonathan with a small frown. "I'll learn fast. I'm sure of it." Cause he was a sexy badass. "You know, my English is better. I understood what you said." Mostly.
"You are learning really fast," he reassured him, while checking his phone for messages. He put it back into his pocket after a few seconds, wanting to keep his undivided focus on Xinjia. He was always worth watching, after all. "You always learn fast. I wouldn't have taken you here if you'd not been worth the investment."
Clearly it was paying off. "I haven't been bored for a second since I've met you. It's never difficult to find people." Because, yes, he was aware of that insecurity and the simmering jealousy. It was cute. "But I don't often find someone I want."
"Cause I'm special." Xinjia stated firmly so that Jonathan couldn't forget about it. "You're special too though. My prize. So we belong together. Like destiny or something. No one you meet you could ever meet like you met me!" Which was very true. How often did a pathetically bad assassin find a date with his target. They were unique for sure.
He smiled at Jonathan and then finally, he let go of his hand. When the drinks came, he nodded thanks and took a sip of his. Non-alcoholic. He got drunk far too easily, he had to pace himself. "I never thought I'd leave Taiwan, it's so weird to be here." In the States. After being on a fancy plane. It was so cool. "No wonder people stay and open places, it's cool to be abroad."
"I'm glad you like it." He had been slightly worried, still was a little, that Xinjia would feel too overwhelmed and nervous to truly enjoy the experience of being here. They were still in the honeymoon phase though, something that he understood better than Xinjia with his lack of experience could. All the more reason to make the most of it. "I'll take you to a gay club today. Maybe you'll meet some new friends."
It might be good for him, have some friends his age. He was not worried about his loyalty. Still, he could flatter him a little. "I'll just have to keep an eye on things, so that no one can steal you away from me."
"I'm only dancing with you and you're only dancing with me. It's a rule. I won't let go of your hand so don't try to lose me either." He didn't want to get lost in New York and he didn't want anyone else to steal his Jonathan. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost him. He'd be stranded and alone in a strange city without his lover.
No, he wouldn't let it happen. He'd tear down the city to find him. "I prefer being with you than anyone else. Most people are jerks or assholes. And you're an asshole but you're kinda... you're not always an asshole." It wasn't something he had expected to find in his life.
"I thought you preferred Tao, because he was nice to you so selflessly. Not like me, I'm only nice when I'm playing a game." He said it with amusement in his voice and a smirk on his face, remembering the accusation all too vividly. What a cute guy he was. He felt bad for him in some ways, to be this sweet and still this distrusting, he knew he hadn't had an easy life. Made him feel protective. Also made him want to poke, just a little.
"I'm not letting go of you, don't worry. I'll be the one taking you home tonight. Then I'll take you at home."
"Tao is nice but he never flew me to America. Then again, he never stole my money." Xinjia said it pointedly, glaring at his boyfriend to show he was still not over it. "I said you're an asshole. I guess sometimes assholes are nice. Even if you're playing games." And he was definitely, always telling lies. Or, at least, those tricky half lies.
"I've known worse people. The guy I lived with was a real asshole. He sold all my stuff once when I went out for work. It was the worst!" He truly didn't have a lot of good life experiences, his bar for nice was relatively low. "It's a good thing, in the end. It meant all my stuff fit in a suitcase, eh?"
"Good to know you are an optimist. Such a puppy." He shook his head with a smile that came unbidden, too genuinely charmed. Luckily their food arrived just then and he thanked the waitress before reaching for the chopsticks. He knew from experience that Xinjia wasn't about to wait around before eating, so he didn't bother waiting either. They ate in silence, although Xinjia made appreciative noises that, quite frankly, he considered to be bordering on the obscene.
He finished up and then he sat there, elbows on the table, watching his boyfriend eat. "With the way you sound, you'll make me need to be less than gentlemanly soon. Such a tease." Turning him on without even realising.
"But it's so good! I wanted beef all day and this is so tasty." He appreciated it, he wanted everyone to know. He didn't ever eat this well until he met Jonathan. Usually he just ate instant food or very cheaply from local vendors. He didn't get the whole restaurant experience. He licked his lips eagerly and then looked at Jonathan, a little confused. "I'm not teasing. You have a dirty mind, is all."
He picked up a piece of beef with his chopstick and held it out stubbornly. "Try it. You have to. Then you can see how good it is!"
"I can see it just fine. I can see and I can hear." He leaned forward anyway, but instead of going for the beef, he went in for a kiss. It still tasted quite good that way, honestly, and it was a lot better for some of the other urges he was feeling. He moved back just a little, enough to whisper the one word on his mind right now. "Delicious."
He could go for more than that. Finally, he turned his head and stole the bite he was holding out after all, then he settled back in his seat. "M-hm. You've got good taste."
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Granted, a lot of that had not taken them outside the bedroom for too long, but he had seen some of the sights with him, bought him some clothes, gotten a lot further into the boyfriend experience than he ever had before. It was exciting still, as it would be. Nothing with this boy was never quite as he expected.
He looked up and waved his boyfriend closer. "You should go to the coffee shop downstairs. Get me an iced tea with lemon."
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He had been reading and trying to learn English since the flight but he had jitters! Big time jitters.
"Ice tea with lemon." He frowned and then he said it again, this time in English. "Ice lemon please." Wait. "Tea." Better.
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At the very least it could encourage him to figure out another English order. "Don't worry so much."
He reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "It can't go that wrong."
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Xinjie went with great determination from the room and headed to the lift, trying to work out where the lobby was on the buttons? It had be 1, right? He pressed 1 and waited for the doors to open.
He then spent 20 minutes wondering around the hallways of an office, looking for a coffee shop until someone stopped him and asked him for his ID. Which he had left upstairs. And his attempts to assure them he worked here were jumbled and awkward.
"I work here. Jonathan. I want coffee... no, tea. Where tea?"
"Can you show me your ID, Jonathan?"
"Jonathan-- upstairs." What was he supposed to say? He bounced on his feet. "I want ice tea lemon."
It took another twenty minutes to clear up some confusion and eventually get told that the lobby was actually L and not 1. This was still the office. He nodded gratefully and finally got back to the elevator, looking until he found the L. L for lobby.
Getting the tea had been easy in the end, after 40 minutes of getting lost and confused. He had gotten tea with lemon, iced and in a plastic cup and forgot to get himself anything. It had been so overwhelming that he had just forgotten.
When he came back with the ice tea, he looked exhausted. He looked at Jonathan and held out the drink. "Lobby is L."
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Looking absolutely beat. He turned to the woman that was in the room with them, smiling a polite smile. "Could you excuse us, please? We can finish the conversation later."
She agreed, of course, with a pitying look at Xinjia, and then left the room, closing the door. Now that they were alone, Jonathan placed the tea on the glass table by the sofa and then he looked at Xinjia, reaching out to pat his head. "You look tired, puppy."
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"And don't call me puppy. I'm no puppy. You're a -- a fox. A wily fox." Xinjia insisted as he crossed his arms, feeling a little sulky now because of his misadventure. He didn't even get himself a snack either.
He missed the hotel, it was easier in the hotel. There was just love and fun!
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Not exactly a non-puppy thing to do, he felt. He reached up, running his thumb along that pouty bottom lip. "I told you not to walk around with your ID. Company policy. I should reprimand you, really."
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Usually hospitals had those little maps. Big malls did too. He looked up at Jonathan and pulled his lip away from that thumb. "It's not my fault."
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The thought was entertaining him, at least. "Will you forget your ID again?"
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At least, not in China. He glared stubbornly, refusing to back down. He tried to push up against Jonathan to escape his hold. "I'll pin the stupid thing to my head, would that make you happy? Huh?!"
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He shrugged. "So. What should your punishment be?"
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Then he'd show Jonathan. He'd know everything about this place and then he would be able to get anywhere in seconds. Like a ninja.
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The idea of only them here at night and of Xinjia with a blindfold on was intriguing, at least. Jonathan leaned in and spoke by Xinjia's ear, their cheeks close enough to brush against each other. "I hope you won't need too much time to memorise."
Because now he was eager.
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As he brushed up against him, his breath hitched and his dick twitched in his pants. Jonathan just had a way of setting all of him alight. "I'll show you who's a navigating master. Like a ninja."
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All of a sudden, he let go of him to sit down next to him instead, putting a hand on his thigh casually. Perhaps a bit higher up than would normally be casual. "I want to pick up food on the way home. What do you feel like? We can leave in half an hour."
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He sat upright and dusted off whatever pretend dust was there, leaning back against the sofa and rubbing his neck. "The days are shorter here. People finish at 5pm. It's way more chill."
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He really ought to be working more, but whatever. He could keep playing catch-up. This time right now was definitely worth it. "I'll show you more places in China Town this weekend. Make sure you don't get homesick. Whatever would I do if you wanted to leave me?"
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No one threw themselves at him. Except the old lady that fell in his lap by accident on the bus last Friday. "Playboy."
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Clearly he was the more innocent party in this. "Took me right to a hotel on the first night, that's playboy behaviour. I should keep an eye on you before you try to win someone else." Apparently it could just happen once he got drunk enough.
He did sound genuinely concerned there. Perhaps with a bit of a playful edge, it was difficult taking this too seriously.
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So there. Good boy. He didn't have drunk sex or do anything. "You always get guys and girls come over and I know you've been home with them. Before me, anyway. So that's a playboy. You're all flirty but you're in a suit so people don't notice that you're all -- that." He wiggled his hands vaguely, unable to properly express himself. "If I did what you did, they'd call me a manwhore."
Why did he say manwhore and not playboy? He paused as he realised and went a little red. "I'm loyal."
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For reasons of killing, but fair enough. "What I did, Wang Xinjia, is let myself be claimed by you. So if you are to call me anything, you should call me your prize."
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Even if it came out more petulant than commanding and determined. "And you don't have to worry cause I don't want anyone else. I only want you. That's why you're mine."
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"Anyway. You can try calling the shots at home tonight." He wished him good luck with that, it felt rather unlikely. "But, for the record. I'm loyal too. So stop being a brat."
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So there. He looked over at the ice tea he had gotten Jonathan and reached out, picking up the drink and holding it out insistently. "The ice will melt and it won't taste as good. You should drink it. I worked hard to get it. Drink it and then we can leave. I want to go home!"
He liked home, that was where it was most fun.
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He asked teasingly and then he got back up. "I need to finish up some things before we can leave. You should go wait somewhere else, you'll distract me here."
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Xiajia pulled the money from his pocket and then counted it before moving towards the door. He was going straight to the vending machine!
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He knew this place well enough for most of the servers to recognise and quite a few to greet him by name. More than one of them had given him their numbers before, so that wasn't surprising. Obviously, he didn't think much of it, it was fairly common, especially in any Taiwanese place.
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He reached out and took Jonathan's hand stubbornly, even if it was very awkward for Jonathan, who was trying to look at a menu. "You don't eat enough meat. You should get beef too!"
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One had to consider such things. He looked at the menu again and then shrugged, closing it. He turned to look at his boyfriend with a smirk. "If you let me have the cold noodles now, I promise I'll eat your meat later. Won't that make up for it?"
Questionably whether Xinjia would even be able to follow that. At the very least he anticipated it taking a few seconds.
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He watched one man smile at Jonathan, raising a hand in greeting. He tried to glare him down. "Jie-ge, I'm not good at dancing." Did he have to be good? He didn't know. He had never gone to a club with dancing before.
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He was just stating the obvious. Teasingly, obviously. He leaned forward, so he could lower his voice even in the noisy restaurant. "I'll teach you. Try not to worry." Always his issue, letting his anxiety get the better of him,
The waitress came over and Jonathan ordered for them both, taking charge without really thinking about it. It seemed wise to not put more pressure onto Xinjia.
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As Jonathan finished ordering, Xinjia snapped himself out of his plans and looked at Jonathan with a small frown. "I'll learn fast. I'm sure of it." Cause he was a sexy badass. "You know, my English is better. I understood what you said." Mostly.
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Clearly it was paying off. "I haven't been bored for a second since I've met you. It's never difficult to find people." Because, yes, he was aware of that insecurity and the simmering jealousy. It was cute. "But I don't often find someone I want."
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He smiled at Jonathan and then finally, he let go of his hand. When the drinks came, he nodded thanks and took a sip of his. Non-alcoholic. He got drunk far too easily, he had to pace himself. "I never thought I'd leave Taiwan, it's so weird to be here." In the States. After being on a fancy plane. It was so cool. "No wonder people stay and open places, it's cool to be abroad."
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It might be good for him, have some friends his age. He was not worried about his loyalty. Still, he could flatter him a little. "I'll just have to keep an eye on things, so that no one can steal you away from me."
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No, he wouldn't let it happen. He'd tear down the city to find him. "I prefer being with you than anyone else. Most people are jerks or assholes. And you're an asshole but you're kinda... you're not always an asshole." It wasn't something he had expected to find in his life.
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"I'm not letting go of you, don't worry. I'll be the one taking you home tonight. Then I'll take you at home."
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"I've known worse people. The guy I lived with was a real asshole. He sold all my stuff once when I went out for work. It was the worst!" He truly didn't have a lot of good life experiences, his bar for nice was relatively low. "It's a good thing, in the end. It meant all my stuff fit in a suitcase, eh?"
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He finished up and then he sat there, elbows on the table, watching his boyfriend eat. "With the way you sound, you'll make me need to be less than gentlemanly soon. Such a tease." Turning him on without even realising.
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He picked up a piece of beef with his chopstick and held it out stubbornly. "Try it. You have to. Then you can see how good it is!"
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He could go for more than that. Finally, he turned his head and stole the bite he was holding out after all, then he settled back in his seat. "M-hm. You've got good taste."