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."
"It's not bad." And of course someone like Xinjia would think it was fancy. Jonathan wrapped an arm around him briefly, just to hold him for a moment before they left the building. "Do you like fancy?"
He let go of him so he could hold the door, then he walked outside with him, so he could lead the way to where he remembered parking his car yesterday.
"It's kinda cool. I don't know much about fancy, I ain't never had it. I don't know if I care about places being fancy, I can sleep anywhere, but a bed is pretty nice. Like the one we had. And I like some stuff. Like my phone. My phone is cool, yeah?" He pulled it out and flipped it open, just to show it off to Jonathan. Even if he got it with Grindr scam money, Jonathan had to admit it was pretty sweet.
"Brands are cool too. Like Gucci, Porsche, Armani, Telsa, Samsung. That's real fancy shit right there." He paused as they approached what was definitely Jonathan's car, his mouth hanging open. "You have a Mercedes-Benz!"
"It's a company car." He had no idea whether his little gangster even knew what that meant, but he told him anyway, as he unlocked the car and then got into the driver's seat. He waited for Xinjia to get into the passenger seat and then he started the car, headed in the direction of Wanhua. Very much not where he needed to go for work, but he had promised to drop him off.
"Working for a company comes with a lot of perks. It's stable and I make good money."
"Obviously. Rich gege. Of course you can make this kind of money, you're smart. Smart people become fancy. Idiots like me either get lucky or they don't." So far, he had no luck but he was really hoping that he could make it as a gangster - otherwise he had no idea what he'd do. He was shit at computers, he didn't have his high school agree and he couldn't write so well either.
"You got nice things. I bet the boys you pick up love that." Of course they would, who wouldn't?
"Hm. I think they mostly love my body and what I do to theirs." At least that was what he thought based on observation. He hadn't actually asked any of those boys their opinion on it. Doing a poll after hooking up seemed as if it would really conflict with his general vibe. "There are always odd jobs to do around the office. I could get you a job as an assistant, if you ever wanted. 200 an hour, that's not bad."
Stopping the car at a red light, he looked at Xinjia. "I'd always find a place for you."
"200 an hour?" Woah. That was a lot of money. He could maybe afford to save up and move somewhere nicer. Though he was sure it was office work and he didn't want to admit he couldn't do that sort of thing so he just shrugged his shoulders, trying to seem chill about it all. "Nah, I like my job. Being a gangster is cool and besides, we're like a family. You don't turn your back on family."
And yet, he was starting to wonder. Between the shitty living situation, the lack of jobs and constant fights, maybe it was time to find a new family.
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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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He let go of him so he could hold the door, then he walked outside with him, so he could lead the way to where he remembered parking his car yesterday.
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"Brands are cool too. Like Gucci, Porsche, Armani, Telsa, Samsung. That's real fancy shit right there." He paused as they approached what was definitely Jonathan's car, his mouth hanging open. "You have a Mercedes-Benz!"
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"Working for a company comes with a lot of perks. It's stable and I make good money."
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"You got nice things. I bet the boys you pick up love that." Of course they would, who wouldn't?
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Stopping the car at a red light, he looked at Xinjia. "I'd always find a place for you."
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And yet, he was starting to wonder. Between the shitty living situation, the lack of jobs and constant fights, maybe it was time to find a new family.
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