fxxkit | I wanna chase excitement until I’m worn out

"...oh, Wang Xinjia." What an absolute genius he was dealing with here. A little exasperated, but mostly amused, Jonathan stopped at a corner. He kept a hold of Xinjia's arm and used his free hand to take out his phone. With a few quick swipes, he opened up Grindr, holding the phone so that Xinjia could see the screen. There were a lot of unread messages waiting for Jonathan and even as he spoke about it, a couple more pings arrived.

He ignored them, instead he just brought up his profile and started swiping from one picture to the other. "You can swipe. There is not just one picture."

And some of his did feature him without a shirt. Just as he had some with glasses and some without.

"Oh."

Well. That was embarrassing. He looked at the pictures and then it occurred to him. That was why they asked him to upload more. He just thought they wanted him to keep changing his profile. He looked at the pictures with his mouth open, clearly just trying to process it all.

Then, without missing a beat, the righteous fury returned. Or, well, the embarrassed angry. "That's not fair, they didn't make that clear! I got screwed! You're a salary man, you shouldn't be all hot and strong." Wait. Oh. No. Did he say hot? He was very drunk. "Lemme go, I wanna go."

"You sound more like you want me." It was a simple observation and, once he'd tucked his phone away, more than enough reason to go back to walking him the rest of the way to the hotel. "You don't actually know if I'm a salary man. I could just be someone who likes suits."

He was saying it thoughtfully, in a way that was intended to make him wonder about things. "I could be something else."

Walking into the hotel, he swiped his card at the check in point, quickly selected a room on the screen and then moved them to stand by the elevator doors. He pressed the button and then he propped his chin up on Xinjia's shoulder, so he could talk by his ear. "Maybe I'm an assassin. I could use you for practise."

He felt himself go cold inside as they stood in the elevator, the doors closing, and Jonathan whispered that into his ear. Well, he could be! He assumed he was something. A spy or ex-military. He was smart and strong, and super smug about it, so clearly he was dangerous. And he had picked a fight. Again.

He shuddered without meaning to and it took him a moment to realise he wasn't shuddering in fear. He felt warm in the bottom of his stomach and his dick was pressing against his jeans. He gulped hard. "I'm not scared of you."

Only he was. And apparently that wasn't a turn off. What was wrong with him?! He was going to die! "You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?" Jonathan wondered aloud, but he didn't add to the pondering because the doors opened as the elevator arrived on their floor. He walked Xinjia down the hallway and he opened the door, kicking it shut behind them once he'd gone through. He moved to the pillar that was so invitingly placed in the middle of the room, positioning Xinjia against it. Since he wasn't wearing a tie, he instead pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his jacket pocket. He used them to cuff Xinjia's wrists together and then, still standing behind him and the pillar, he wrapped his arms around him. He placed a hand on Xinjia's chest, the other going down his stomach and then pressing down on his crotch.

"Ah. You still like me then."

"You carry handcuffs? You really are a pervert!" Who walked around with handcuffs? The tie was hard enough to force his way out of but what did he do with handcuffs? They were metal. He tugged against them but they literally had no give. He attempted to slip his hands just out of them but they were far too tight.

His focus became immediately shot when suddenly, there was a hand on his stomach and it was slipping lower. He audibly gasped, he could never quite keep himself quiet. "Hey, what are you doing?" Was he going to be killed by him or fucked by him? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that his dick was definitely hard now.

How shameful.

"Wouldn't it be lucky for you if I was just a pervert?" Jonathan couldn't help but wonder. He undid the top button of Xinjia's jeans, sliding his hand inside and running his thumb along the waistband of his boxers. "What do you think, Wang Xinjia? Are you into the danger or are you just into me?"

Or, most likely, a little bit of both.

His hands were so close now and he bucked forward without thinking. He couldn't do this, it was wrong and he'd be less of a man! He wasn't gay! Was he? He wasn't until Jonathan turned up and screwed with his head. He was devious and cunning, he had twisted him up in knots. He couldn't help himself! He was his victim, it wasn't like Xinjia was doing this by choice. So there. He wasn't a total queer.

That's what he told himself as he closed his eyes and whimpered ever so slightly when Jonathan's thumb rubbed against his lower stomach. "You're in my head. You cheated."

"Didn't I tell you before? I don't need to cheat. You've asked people about me, haven't you?" Seemed relatively obvious, given it had led them back here. He assumed that this was how he had tracked him down. "Do you really think I cheat to make someone like me?"

He moved his thumb a little, just under the waistband. Running it along the smooth skin. Slowly, he moved it lower, until it just brushed against the base of his erect cock. "What do you want, Wang Xinjia?"

Most people had thirsted after Jonathan weirdly quite openly so no, he probably didn't need to cheat. He was hot and all dominant, gays loved that sort of thing.

Wait. Was that why his dick was hard?

Was he gay?!

He didn't feel like he was gay. He wasn't swishy or nothing, he didn't dress girly or nothing. He was so confused. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the pillar, utterly embarrassed and confused. What was happening?

There was a thumb moving along his dick. His brain wasn't working properly.

"You made me gay!" Xinjia blurted out without really thinking. "How?!"

"I can't make anyone gay." Probably. "Bian wan, that's just a concept for porn. Either you are gay, straight, bi, anything along the spectrum. In your case, given how you talk about women?" And that when he was 22 and good-looking. "I'd guess that you are gay. I just made you realise."

And clearly it had not taken much. "Do you want me to touch you, Wang Xinjia?" He wasn't going to go ahead without him explicitly asking now. It was entirely too fun to tease, to let his thumb brush over the silken skin. Such heat coming off him.

"Liar, you can make people gay. You're doing it. I wasn't gay before, I was just fine." And now, suddenly, he was gay. Right? He didn't have any signs before. So girls were gross and dumb, he just found them annoying. Lots of people did. And he only downloaded grindr for the scam... even if he spent a lot of time scrolling.

The touching was so slow and he was so desperate, he just wanted to be touched. He really wanted to be touched. But if he did that, it was like admitting it. He closed his eyes and fought with himself. "I'm not a pervert." He was normal. He was so sure of it. So why was he hot and heavy for this guy? "Why are your teasing, eh? It's not fair!"

"Because you are fun to tease." That much was for sure. He pressed his lips against Xinjia's neck and kissed him, then whispered against his skin. "Say that you want this." He wasn't backing down from that, not after everything that had been said so far. There was a satisfaction in getting him to admit that he wanted him. Wanted him in a very gay way.

"If you ask for it, then I'll give." And he could feel the need coming off of him in waves.

"Why? Do I have to beg for it? Not that I even want it." He was trying to be cool about it and rapidly losing his ability to be. He was on fire, every part of him wanted to be touched and not by anyone. Not by a hot girl, not by a random hot dude either. No, he wanted to be felt up by the dickhead that stole his knife and hurt his shoulders.

And he didn't know why. "You're mean to me, why would I want you? How fucked up do you think I am?" Very. He was very fucked up. He wanted to beg but he was fighting himself, fighting his own stupid pride.

"I never asked you to beg. I just told you to say. But sure, beg." Why not? He wasn't about to complain. Instead he moved his hand out of where he had been teasing under the waistband, so that he could instead use his fingers to unzip his jeans. He opened them entirely and then there was only the boxers between his hand and what he was certain was what Xinjia wanted from him.

"Or am I going too slow? Would you rather I already drag you over to the bed?"

"Oh God." He shuddered hard as the hand palmed against his dick and he just wanted to beg right then and there. He gulped and the more the friction grew, the more he started to break. Suddenly, he cracked and almost sob with wanting. "Ah, why? Why are you teasing. Just do it! Do it. Touch me!"

He was not begging, he was demanding. He was still the man here, Jonathan wasn't going to make him his bitch or anything. "You got me horny, you have to fix it!"

"That's all I wanted. Clarity." With that clarity achieved, he got his hand into those boxers and started to deftly stroke him. Very far from his first time, after all. Besides, Xinjia was nothing if not vocal in showing what touch worked for him. It seemed to be just about any touch, especially when he moved faster and rougher. Good to know. Because this was not going to be the last time with him.

He moved his hand once Xinjia climaxed, wiping it clean against Xinjia's boxers. As he did so, he kissed along his neck. "Is that better, Wang Xinjia? Is that what you wanted?"

He felt sticky with shame and his legs were weak and weird. He slid down the pillar, unable to keep himself up. He closed his eyes for a moment and then shivered. He felt cold now the heat had finally left his body. He had gone from on fire to damp smoulders. Leaning his head against the pillar, he opened his eyes and looked up at Jonathan.

Then he nodded slowly. He guess it was what he wanted. He still didn't know, was he into him or was he just drunk or something? "My arms are killing me, you rotten bastard. Untie me."

"Please," Jonathan added for him, but he did mercifully uncuff him. And then, in a moment worthy of some drama music gently swelling up, he got his arms under his prone body and lifted him up as if he weighed nothing. He was light, perhaps even lighter than the little boss.

Jonathan carried him over to the bed, where he put him down gently. And then, as if they were a couple getting ready for bed, he stepped back and started to remove his own clothes. "You seem beat. Too much to drink and too much enjoyment. Get some rest."

"What are you doing?!" Panicked, he wanted to react in some way to prevent the carrying but it wasn't really possible without falling so he just clung to the older man, hoping he wasn't about to throw him out of the door. His legs were all jellified, he didn't want to walk home like this.

Once he was on the bed, he looked at Jonathan, utterly baffled by him. He just couldn't read him. Now he was just getting changed, all normal like. He kicked the blankets down and pulled them over himself, almost protectively, watching Jonathan undress. Damn. He was so hot.

"I'll get ready for bed," Jonathan told him, before vanishing into the bathroom. About ten minutes later, he returned. Freshly washed, teeth brushed, hair a little damp, and only a towel wrapped around his waist.

For Xinjia's sake, he kept the towel on as he got into the bed next to him, lifting the covers enough to slide under as well. And then, for both their sakes, he wrapped his arms around Xinjia and pulled him against himself, so he could hold him. Xinjia seemed like someone who'd want to cuddle. "Sleep well, puppy."

"Eh?" Was all that Xinjia responded with. Ten minutes was enough to relax, enough to feel tired and definitely enough to sleep. He was half out of it by the time he was pulled in to cuddle and he was practically drooling on Jonathan after another ten.

Being gay was exhausting.

I wanna chase excitement until I’m worn out

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