"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."
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.
"What about today?" Jonathan asked straight up, because he didn't really intend to play coy. "I want to see you tonight."
He could pretend to not care that much if Xinjia kept being awkward about it, but for now he was showing his hand, just to see what would happen. "I'm not the type to wait around forever."
Only, for Xinjia, he had a feeling that he might be willing to wait around a lot. No one else had really sparked an interest the same way. Not ever, if he was being honest with himself.
"Oh." Woah. He just asked. Okay. Well. That kind of changed the game. "I dunno, I might have gang stuff, I'm pretty busy. I got lots to do for my da-ge and all." Yes, he was a very busy gangster and was constantly needed. Or, at least, he would claim to be. Mostly he just sat on the curb, outside of the hang outs, waiting for someone to ask him to do something.
"Maybe I can. Would you be at the club?" He wondered if Jonathan was playing with him. Maybe he was. He frowned and then cocked his head to the side, never able to play his cards close to his chest. "Are you doing all of this so you can ditch me and then you have all the power and I'm a simp?"
"What do I need a simp for when I can have you? I want Wang Xinjia. He is cute. In a way I like." In a way that certainly kept him intrigued. He had a hard time believing that this boy had ever done any gang stuff. Especially not successfully. Jonathan finished his juice and then started buttoning up his shirt. "We can meet up at the club, sure. I know the bartender now and it always has a good vibe."
If not always the most interesting people. Not unless Xinjia showed up.
"Then maybe tonight. If I wanna. I dunno, let's see." He was trying to play it cool but it was so hard to do that when Jonathan was doing all he was doing. He huffed and pulled his tank top on finally, grabbing his denim jacket and sliding his arms into it. "Let's get going then, I don't have all day and I got to get my ass home to get underwear. You made mine gross."
Rolling his eyes, he moved over to where his battered shoes were, pulling them on.
"Your shoes are falling apart." Jonathan pulled a face. He wondered just what Xinjia actually had on his agenda for the day. Somehow he imagined it wasn't actually a lot. He finished putting on his own shoes and then, waiting by the room door, he got his wallet out. He counted a few notes and then held them out for Xinjia. "Here. Buy new shoes with that. And make sure you eat well."
Someone had to look after him. Without another word, he headed out of the room and down the hallway to the elevator, pressing the button.
Xinjia took the notes, expecting it to be a pathetic sum until he stopped and counted it. Damn, this was good money, it was enough to get some cool shoes! He had been aiming for that next, now he had a fancy phone, but Jonathan ruined his scam. So he supposed Jonathan did kind of owe him.
He followed him into the elevator and then pocketed the money, frowning at Jonathan. "Oi, why'd you give me money? You want me to owe you something? Well, I ain't gonna. I'm just gonna keep it so, just be warned, I don't care."
"You are a gangster, right? So you've robbed me." Jonathan's voice was dry as he pressed the button for the bottom floor after getting into the elevator. He turned to look at Xinjia again and then, inevitably, he had to reach out and pat his hair. "You are cute, A-jia. Like a puppy. Husky puppy."
It was pretty obvious. "I'm taking care of you. You don't owe me for that. You are fun company."
"Husky?" Well. That was specific. Not the first time he had called him a dog though. Well, no, he usually called him puppy. He shrugged his shoulders and then looked away. "If I'm a dog, you're like a devious cat or fox or something. You're too tricky, it's confusing. You say one thing and then you say another and both seem real so I get confused."
How was that fair, huh? As they reached the lobby, he put his hands into his pockets and walked beside Jonathan, keeping some distance. "This place is so fancy."
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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?"
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He smiled, kissing his temple. "I can't be late to work, not even for sex with you."
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"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?"
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"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."
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"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!"
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"I like it." It was a nice look. "I have some product in my briefcase. You can borrow it."
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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"You want to see me again." He made it a statement, rather than a question. "When?"
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"Maybe next week. If I feel generous." He downed his orange juice and then took another bite of his breakfast.
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He could pretend to not care that much if Xinjia kept being awkward about it, but for now he was showing his hand, just to see what would happen. "I'm not the type to wait around forever."
Only, for Xinjia, he had a feeling that he might be willing to wait around a lot. No one else had really sparked an interest the same way. Not ever, if he was being honest with himself.
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"Maybe I can. Would you be at the club?" He wondered if Jonathan was playing with him. Maybe he was. He frowned and then cocked his head to the side, never able to play his cards close to his chest. "Are you doing all of this so you can ditch me and then you have all the power and I'm a simp?"
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If not always the most interesting people. Not unless Xinjia showed up.
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Rolling his eyes, he moved over to where his battered shoes were, pulling them on.
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Someone had to look after him. Without another word, he headed out of the room and down the hallway to the elevator, pressing the button.
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He followed him into the elevator and then pocketed the money, frowning at Jonathan. "Oi, why'd you give me money? You want me to owe you something? Well, I ain't gonna. I'm just gonna keep it so, just be warned, I don't care."
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It was pretty obvious. "I'm taking care of you. You don't owe me for that. You are fun company."
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How was that fair, huh? As they reached the lobby, he put his hands into his pockets and walked beside Jonathan, keeping some distance. "This place is so fancy."
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