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“Is he still in there?” asked Feng Xin as he squinted through the passenger’s seat window.
Mu Qing checked his nails and responded, “If he wasn’t then why do you think are we still sitting on our asses in this dingy car?”
“Hey!” protested the other, “Careful with your words there! The owner of this fucking ‘dingy car’ is sitting right here. If you didn’t want to be here then you shouldn’t have come!”
“You think I wanted to be here?” sneered Mu Qing as he rolled his eyes, “We could have been in our regular stake out car - you know, the non-dingy one - if you didn’t get yourself suspended so now we have to do it under radar.”
Feng Xing finally gave up acting like his entire focus was on the warehouse a few meters from them and turned his head to face his partner, “I got suspended because your pretty ass decided it didn’t want to jump to the dumpster and I got caught covering up for your delicate shit, you fucker!”
“My pretty ass isn’t going to be barbaric as to dive into who knows what’s inside it dumpster,” retorted Mu Qing, “We didn’t even have to do an emergency escape if you didn’t fuck things up by screaming when some prostitute’s boobs got to your eye level like some virgin.”
Feng Xin let out a mocking chuckle, “And between the both of us, who has a biological kid here again, Mr. Virgin? ”
Trapped at his own wordplay, a frustrated Mu Qing used both of his hands to push Feng Xin to the passenger’s door forcefully making the latter’s head bump on the window with a loud thud.
“What the fuck are you fucking doing you piece of—“
“Shut your mouth!” hissed Mu Qing as his own body was halfway to the passenger’s side in an effort to cover Feng Xin’s mouth.
Seeing that he was winning this argument (because of course, Mu Qing always resorted to violence when he was losing), Feng Xin tilted his chin up and smirked, “What’s the matter? Did I say anything wrong, Mr. Virgin?”
Mu Qing glared harder as he leaned closer to Feng Xin as if that could strengthen his statement’s conviction, “I told you to shut it!”
“And I’m supposed to listen to some fucker like you? In fact, I think I’d like to chant this a few more times,” Feng Xin crossed his arms with sheer amusement plastered on his face and bent forward so he can say it straight to the other, “Virgin. Virgin. Virgin. Mu Qing’s a fuckign virgin. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a virgin over here! A virgin!”
“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Mu Qing returned and continuously slapped Feng Xin’s face in an effort for it to land on the latter’s mouth.
“‘Fuck me’?” laughed Feng Xin, “Hah! You can’t even fuck anyone and -”
“Yes I can!” cried an infuriated Mu Qing.
“Oh yeah?” Feng Xin pushed himself forward with their faces only a breath away, “Name one person you can fuck then.”
The creases in Mu Qing’s eyebrows suddenly cleared and a sudden calmness pervaded his face.
“You.”
The teasing laugh from Feng Xin’s own face froze, “Huh?”
“You. I’ll fuck you.”
And then with some weird determination, Mu Qing surged forward and his lips clashed with Feng Xin. His hands wrapped itself around the other’s necks and completely moved on top of him on the passenger’s seat uncaring with the red blinking on the device on the dashboard.
For a while, Feng Xin was frozen when he felt soft, aggressive lips descend on him. When things caught up to his brain, the past months of (“Years,” Xie Lian will correct later) sexual tension between them finally made him release his own inhibitions. His right arm pulled Mu Qing’s waist closer to him while his left hand went lower and cupped the other’s ass.
The unexpected groping made Mu Qing moan deeply on the kiss. Feeling Feng Xin’s lips smirk on his own, Mu Qing and his petty (pretty) self ran his right hand to the other’s arms and dragged his nails down forcefully. Feng Xin gasped at the action and tried to pull away to give his partner a piece of his mind. He only managed to separate their lips for a split second when Mu Qing’s left hand still wrapped around his neck pushed their faces together again.
In retaliation, Feng Xin moved his other hand to join the other as both of his hands were now squeezing and groping Mu Qing’s ass with the same vigour as his nail scratching. And all the while, their mouths never parted for too long - only separating long enough for one deep breathe as they explored each other over and over again.
Sudden, consecutive tapping on their windows snapped them out of their lustful daze.
“Getting steamy in there, huh?” commented Pei Ming slyly who was responsible for the window tapping.
Quan Yizhen’s curly hair popped behind the older man and he confusedly asked, “What were you two doing?”
Pei Ming patted the shorter one’s head and chortled, “It’s too early for you to know these stuff, rookie. And besides, we don’t want you learning these things or else you’re going to end up with an empty warehouse with no suspect and evidence.
Feng Xin and Mu Qing snapped their heads to the warehouse they were supposed to be watching and when they saw the lights out and an opened entrance, they both groaned in defeat.
“Man! You couldn’t have waited until the halloween party to make out so I could have won the precinct bet?”
Mu Qing glared at the carefree laughing man.
“Quan Yizhen, you can beat up Pei Ming and we won’t tell the chief.”
“Hah? Wha - Hey! Rookie stop! Sto -”