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

"You do?" Why? That was weird. Then again, so was slipping in the shower and getting caught by perhaps the hunkiest man he had ever seen. Suddenly, he felt like he was in one of those weird romance dramas that his roommates girlfriend used to watch. They were always slipping, having untied shoelaces and being flirted with by a cold business man.

So confused by everything that was happening, he didn't know why, he turned around. He suddenly felt so strange, it was nice but it was really weird, wasn't it?

"Don't get it in my eyes, yeah, it hurts."

"Then lean your head back," Jonathan made a very obvious suggestion near Xinjia's ear, while he was already massaging his scalp, really getting the shampoo in here. And the old product out of Xinjia's hair. He had to buy him better product, there was a certain rough charm to what he was currently using but it didn't really smell the best.

"You need to relax," he suggested to him, getting even closer. "Just lean back."

He was hard by now, of course he was. He didn't think Xinjia had room to judge him. He noticed him getting hard as well.

Ah shit, it did feel really good. What was he supposed to do now? His eyes were closed, his scalp was all tingly and nice and he wanted more. No one had ever touched him this softly before or been this nice to him. He let those fingers work the product from his hair and he did relax. He was leaning back, against Jonathan, feeling something poke him.

Feeling himself getting hard. Oh God, not again! What was going on with him lately? He whined in annoyance and fought to keep his eyes closed, lest he stung his own eyes. "We should stop." Or they'd get horny!

"We don't have to," Jonathan pointed out, again, the obvious. He finished rinsing the product out of Xinjia's hair and then he slowly turned him around with his hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around him once they were facing each other, so he could look into his eyes and speak. "We both want it. There's no denying it when you're naked."

Of course, he didn't doubt that if anyone could keep on feigning denial, it was Xinjia. But there had to be an end somewhere, surely. Or at least a break. "Kiss me, Wang Xinjia."

Kiss him? Like actually be the one to kiss him? He blinked the water from his eyes as he looked at Jonathan, seeing his hard cock so close to his own thigh and, of course, his wasn't much different. His heart fluttered weirdly and he remembered how it felt under Jonathan's fingers. How he'd called him A-jia so nicely before. It warmed him in a totally embarrassing way.

"But I can't." Xinjia admitted, though he didn't look overly happy about it. It was a crisis, pure and simple. It was old fashioned homophobia vs desire. "You're a guy." Said the boy obviously hard over Jonathan. "I don't kiss..." Well. Anyone.

"There's no one who can see us here." He spoke softly, not wanting to push too hard. The first time trying to really do anything with Xinjia while he was sober, after all. He didn't want to overwhelm him. Much as he longed to push him against those tiles and kiss him senseless. "Kiss me or I will kiss you."

Now the question of whether that was enough incentive to go for it. Either way, Jonathan was getting a kiss, so he could wait patiently.

Xinjia still looked around, as if someone had broken into the bathroom to come into the shower and expose him as gay. Only when he kisses, not while here, naked, hard for Jonathan. No, the kiss would be a problem. He didn't want Jonathan to outdo him, he would kiss him and he'd be the man in the relationship and he really would be the romance lead. He'd be the girl!

Just when it seemed like he wouldn't do it, he came forward quickly and kissed Jonathan. Not for long. It was quite quick but it took all his nerve and daring to do it. A little peck for all that work up. "There. See. I can do it! I'm not your love interest in a romantic show!"

Did he say that last part aloud?!

"No, you're not." Why would he? Such a strange thing to say. But then, that was just Wang Xinjia. Always different then he could anticipate. Jonathan let out a short laugh, simply amused and endeared. "I'd prefer something more... x-rated."

With that and a quirk of his eyebrows, he made his thought from before reality. His arms around Xinjia, he pushed him back against the tiles and met his lips in a crushing kiss. He deepened the kiss as he got his hands under Xinjia's ass, lifting him up so he could really pin him against the walls and get between his legs.

"You would." Xinjia murmured, pouting, not having enough time to swallow in what felt like justified anger. Instead, he was being kissed, harder and more passionately than he had managed. Longer too. A lot longer. He was suddenly hoisted up, his feet losing touch with the floor. He cried out in shock, his lips still crushing against Jonathan's.

His fingers swiftly dug into Jonathan's shoulder and he pulled back, eyes wide and clearly startled. He lifted him so easily! "What are you doing, eh?"

Jonathan was breathing a little harder, but he held Xinjia steadily and although his eyes had darkened, they were clear and focused when he looked at him. "I told you. Something X-rated."

He had felt that was self-explanatory. Evidently not. At least not to his puppy. He was prepared for that, although if he didn't get to do anything again, he'd at the very least have to finish himself off or there was no way he could focus at work today. "Do you want to? Just nod or shake your head."

Simple, he was keeping it simple.

They were in the shower, soaking went and he was so hard, it was ridiculous. He felt if he backed down now, it somehow man him less of a man. What sort of guy got this far and then ran off? No, he wasn't a coward. He nodded his head eagerly and his fingers gripped into Jonathan's shoulders.

He wanted this. He wanted Jonathan. Big, strong, handsome Jonathan. That spoke to him kindly sometimes and, yes, hurt him other times but he was okay with that, It was just how men loved.

"Relax, A-jia. I'll be gentle." He even spoke softly now, as he moved one of his hands and got it between them. There were a lot of things they could have done, but Xinjia was clearly still mostly a virgin. He was unpredictable and in all probability would be squirmy. Penetration for the first time in a shower seemed like it was bound to get someone injured.

So, instead, he wrapped his hand around both their cocks, tilting his hip a little for a better angle. And he started stroking, started moving his fingers, while he looked at Xinjia. It was romantic, he realised. He hadn't done it like that before. "Use your hand," he said encouragingly, "We can work together."

Xinjia nodded like they had just decided some sort of important plan of action. One hand came down and then he hesitated for a moment before finally, he reached out and touched a cock for the first time. Maybe. He wasn't sure, apparently he did stuff last night. He ran his fingers along Jonathan's dick and then stopped panicking and just went for it. He knew how to jack off, he did it before plenty of times.

He moaned as Jonathan kept moving, trying to stay focused on what he was doing. Keeping one hand gripped onto Jonathan's shoulder for safety. "Gege, you're so strong." Xinjia often said what was in his head, he couldn't help it. He jerked his hips and then moaned, throwing his head back. He was so close now.

"You are a good boy, A-jia," Jonathan assured him because he had a little bit more than just a hunch that he would react positively to hearing that. His voice was out of breath by now and he was close himself. Once he listened to Xinjia come, when he saw his body spasm from it and watched that look on his face, he was not far behind him. A few more strokes and he came as well, a lot quieter. Made sense, everything about Xinjia was loud.

Finally, he let him back down, although he was careful to ensure he'd be steady on his feet before he let go of him. "Now we've earned breakfast."

Good boy. He was a good boy. Of course he came not long after that, he hadn't been praised like that since his parents had died. And even then, his memories of it were weak and absent. He hadn't been called good at anything in forever. Useless, idiot, asshole, punk and bastard were the preferred terms when people referred to him.

He held himself against Jonathan for a moment, pretending it was to steady himself but really, he just wanted to be close to him for a moment. He was breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against Jonathan's shoulder. "Do we have to have sex before breakfast every day?"

Not in a billion years could he have predicted that question from the kid who kept calling him a pervert who tricked him into being gay. Jonathan had to laugh and somewhat successfully turned it into a cough. He wrapped both arms around Xinjia, lifting one hand so he could run it through the hair he had washed so carefully. "Depends on what time you wake up."

He smiled, kissing his temple. "I can't be late to work, not even for sex with you."

"Cause you're important, Mr salary man." He knew that, it was obvious from how he dressed and acted. Though he had no idea what he did for a living. If he worked in an office, he wouldn't be shocked. If he was an assassin or a spy, he also wouldn't be shocked. He pulled away from Jonathan and hopped out of the shower, grabbing himself a towel and trying himself off. God, his hair was going to look so dorky now.

"Why is your name Jonathan?" He pronounced it oddly but he hadn't heard it allowed yet, not really. He just knew it from grindr. Jonathan. Ryman. "Are you from here?"

Jonathan stepped out of the shower after Xinjia, reaching for a towel and drying off. He ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face and answered the question. "Cheng Fengjie. My Chinese name. Jonathan is English." He assumed that Xinjia knew that much, and it didn't really answer the question of why.

"In America, people can't pronounce Cheng Fengjie. So I use Jonathan." That explained it a little bit more. "I've lived in a lot of places."

"I've only ever lived here. I have the one name. Xinjia. I think my English name would be Ninja. It sounds like Xinjia. Or I think it does." Never mind that it wasn't a name or really English, he had his mind set on it. He finished cleaning himself and then looked down at his boxers in dismay. Maybe he would go home fully commando today.

"Heh. Ninja Wang. I would be cool." Xinjia informed Jonathan as he walked out of the bathroom, stopping in the entrance way where the mirror was. Oh no. His hair was awful. "You made my hair all floppy! I look like a dork. The guys I live with will rip me to pieces over this!"

Cool was one way to describe what sounded like the name of a particularly immature porn actor. Jonathan kept that thought to himself, assuming that there wouldn't be any situation Xinjia would actually introduce himself like that to an English speaker. He looked him over when he heard him whine, having to smile. It was true that he looked much softer with his hair like this.

"I like it." It was a nice look. "I have some product in my briefcase. You can borrow it."

"Thank God. Lemme have it." He headed over to the very fancy looking briefcase and cracked it open, hoping there would be cash or a gun but no, just boring looking papers, a laptop and a calculator. Dork. He took the product and went over to the mirror, using it liberally to try and get his hair to slick back. As always, two pieces dropped forward - he had yet to find a way to prevent that.

"Will you ever give me my knife back? It's the most expensive thing I own and it's special. I can say sorry to the gays, if that helps." He wasn't sorry but he could say it.

"You should apologise. Mostly you should know that if you ever do it again, I'll use that knife to make you sorry." For the hell of it, Jonathan accompanied that with a helpful gesture that could either be interpreted as stabbing or, frankly, fucking. "But I'll give it back to you today. I don't need it."

He had his own. Looking at Xinjia every now and then, he finished dressing himself. His shirt was still unbuttoned and he was barefoot, but otherwise he was clothed when he opened the door and picked up the tray with their breakfast. He set the tray down on the bed and took his glass of juice, taking a few sips. "I can drop you off somewhere if you want. If you finish breakfast in a timely fashion."

"I can get it back? Good. Cause I need it." He wanted to look tough when he hung around the gangs and it was not a good move to go there weaponless. He didn't feel like going there, hanging out with the smokers and talking shit but what else could he do? He needed money and his apartment was only his because he was in with some guys. He had to be a gangster, it was the only way.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took his youtiao, munching happily. "I will. You can drop me off by Wanhua district. I'll tell you where. If that's okay with you, Mr salary man?" It wasn't exactly a nice area he was going to and this guy had a car apparently.

"That's fine. I can handle myself." Jonathan didn't really think that there was much danger for him, at least nothing that he couldn't deal with. Even if he drove a nice car. Didn't matter anyway, it was a company car. He ate his own breakfast, shao bing stuffed with eggs, and drank his juice, as he checked his phone for the first time today. He rolled his eyes at some of the messages he'd gotten and then slipped it into his pocket, focusing on Xinjia again.

"You want to see me again." He made it a statement, rather than a question. "When?"

"You want to see me too." Xinjia insisted as knocked his shoulder against Jonathan playfully. "Don't pretend. You do. And I don't know when, maybe I'll surprise you. I know what bar you like. I know where you go. You don't know much about where I go." So he held all the cards here. It was kind of fun, he had never had any power over someone and while, sure, it wasn't much and Jonathan probably knew more than he led on but it was a nice power fantasy.

"Maybe next week. If I feel generous." He downed his orange juice and then took another bite of his breakfast.

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