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It begins at a party. Some rager, meant to celebrate somebody’s birthday, Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian certainly didn’t care and simply joined in with a reluctant Jiang Cheng. At one point in the night, Nie Huaisang, drunk and pining, pulled Jiang Cheng in for a kiss. The other man didn’t fight, and soon the two were pressing their dicks together in a cramped bathroom, breaths intermingling as they reached climax. In the bliss of post-orgasm, Nie Huaisang kissed Jiang Cheng again, not really caring for the cum drying on his shirt and fist. He simply wanted to shower as much love as he could on this beautiful and stupid boy who caught his heart years ago.
Jiang Cheng kissed him back and it was great. So perfectly lovely, like something good come out of these drunk decisions. But as their brains settled back to inebriated normalcy, Jiang Cheng pulled away, put his dick back in his pants and scampered away. Nie Huaisang couldn’t find him nor reach him the rest of the night.
That was two weeks ago. Now, having barely talked about that night, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng have entered a new normal, a new routine tethered by desire and silence. If they are alone together, there are only two options—actually study for their college classes or fuck insatiably. It’s usually the latter. It’s great for Nie Huaisang’s overeager libido. These past few years, Jiang Cheng has been the center of every new fantasy, has been the base point for every new one night stand. He can’t escape what he wants of Jiang Cheng, and now that his body has finally tasted his long-standing craving, it will not soon let him go. So, without much second thought, he’ll shove his dick in Jiang Cheng’s inquisitive mouth, stuff it in Jiang Cheng’s eager ass, let Jiang Cheng fuck him until he’s blissfully exhausted and just taking the pounding, worship every inch of Jiang Cheng’s wonderful body while the poor chemistry major tries to prepare for a test. They’ll go for hours, just losing themselves to carnal cravings and exploring kinks.
As it turns out, Jiang Cheng has a long, long list of things he’s always wanted to try out. Nie Huaisang, ever the curious sort, is more than happy to oblige to his every whim.
But Nie Huaisang’s stupid heart wants more. The damn thing makes itself known at the worst of intervals—one particularly painful instance comes when Nie Huaisang is all alone back in his own dorm, preparing for an art exam and heavily considering convincing his brother to pay for ornithology classes over the summer. His phone pings with the text notification he’s set up specifically for Jiang Cheng. Checking the message, there’s a gloriously naked and half-hard Jiang Cheng in a mirror selfie. His text is wondering if Nie Huaisang has time to come over. Nie Huaisang messages back.
You:
only if you feel like carving this wood block for me\
jiang “stupidly hot” cheng:
I can think of something else for you to carve.
You:
did wwx tell you thats a good pick-up line
jiang “stupidly hot” cheng:
Shut up.
You:
make me
jiang “stupidly hot” cheng:
Should I come to you, then?
You:
yeah no roommates 2nite
jiang “stupidly hot” cheng:
Be there soon.
True to his word, Jiang Cheng arrives in ten minutes flat. By his slight breathlessness and the sweat on his forehead, the man seems to have actually run the whole way from his school-adjacent apartment to Nie Huaisang’s dorm. He’s dressed in grey sweatpants and a tight bright pink band shirt—clothes that are easy to take off, fine to run in, and won’t alert anyone to booty call purposes.
“Someone’s eager,” Nie Huaisang teases. Meanwhile he’s dressed in baggy cotton pajamas, the front of his shirt lightly dusted in wood shavings. He drags Jiang Cheng in by the waistband of his pants.
“It’s been a week,” Jiang Cheng complains with a light nip to Nie Huaisang’s neck.
“Yes, I know.” Nie Huaisang cups his hand over Jiang Cheng’s clothed crotch, palming the quickly swelling cock. “Once finals are over, ah, careful don’t bite too hard. Once finals are over, we’ll have to find a way to keep this up.”
Jiang Cheng kisses him before pulling both their shirts off. “You don’t live far. Sleepovers are still a thing.” Jiang Cheng sticks a hand into Nie Huaisang’s pants, wasting no time stroking him. “You’d find time for me, wouldn’t you?” he asks with that unfairly sexy tone of voice that erases every rational part of Nie Huaisang’s brain.
“Y-yeah, we can—ah, ah—we can, fuck, we can try that.” Nie Huaisang grips onto Jiang Cheng’s shoulders as he’s lead into the bedroom and guided to rest on the bed. When Jiang Cheng removes his hand from his cock, Nie Huaisang is quick to lay down and raise his naked ass in the air, making it abundantly clear exactly what he wants. Jiang Cheng is quick to oblige and finds the lube to coat his hand and slip his middle finger into Nie Huaisang’s wanting asshole.
Then Nie Huaisang’s traitorous heart makes itself known. He’ll admit, he loves Jiang Cheng. Has for awhile. It’s hard not to, given how much time they spent together. It’s even harder to move on, especially now that he has this. He grips onto the sheets as Jiang Cheng adds another finger, steadily stretching his partner out and busying himself with love bites all down Nie Huaisang’s sensitive back. He wants more than this. He wants to take Jiang Cheng on nice dates and nicer evenings. He wants to travel with Jiang Cheng and move in with him with their own apartment. He wants to set up a fucking life with Jiang Cheng, which is a terrifying prospect in its own existential right, but as his ass is prepared and pre-cum drips from his cock, it’s all Nie Huaisang’s stupid heart actually wants.
So he asks, “Or we could say we’re dating. We won’t have to sneak around, then.”
Jiang Cheng pauses in his ministrations. He takes too long, much too long, to grumble, “Shut up.”
Nie Huaisang cries into the pillow when Jiang Cheng slides in. He moans at all the right times, begs just the way Jiang Cheng likes it. He strokes himself to completion when Jiang Cheng finishes and doesn’t say a damn thing when Jiang Cheng returns with a wet hand towel to clean them up. He hurries back into his pajamas and curls up under the blankets.
Jiang Cheng, back in his clothes, sits next to Nie Huaisang on the bed. “Huaisang…” he whispers, sounding legitimately mournful as he strokes Nie Huaisang’s hair.
“Get out,” Nie Huaisang whimpers. Jiang Cheng leaves quietly.
The next time they see each other is at a party thrown by Jin Zixuan to celebrate finishing finals. In reality, Jin Zixuan is the unwilling host while Wei Wuxian does all the organizing and actual host activities. So the house is absolutely packed and nobody notices when Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang slip into an unoccupied bedroom. Without speaking of their last meeting, they kiss, apologizing and forgiving in equal measures with every touch and moan. After blowing each other to blissful completion, they hold hands the rest of the evening.
Nie Huaisang knows he should probably end it there. Regardless of what, exactly, are Jiang Cheng’s intentions for this friends with benefits relationship, Nie Huaisang doesn’t think he can handle the heartbreak if he can’t have the happy ending. Call him an idiot, sure, or even completely hopeless and delusional, but… Sometimes, in the days over the summer break, whether they’re alone or not, Nie Huaisang swears he catches Jiang Cheng staring. In a non-sexual way. Which, in all fairness to Nie Huaisang’s high emotional intellect, is pretty promising.
So when Wei Wuxian suddenly announces he'll be going to a different college, Nie Huaisang comes up with a plan. He'll get Jiang Cheng to talk to him about their situation. That way, at least, Nie Huaisang will know if he has even a sliver of a chance.
The plan starts when Nie Huaisang offers to take Wei Wuxian's place on the apartment lease. Jiang Cheng readily agrees, a familiar hunger in his eyes as they discuss the living arrangements. Unsurprisingly, when move-in day comes around, they spend most of it christening the apartment like the pair of ridiculously horny twenty-years-old they are. Afterwards, Nie Huaisang very happily sets up his art supplies with a limp while Jiang Cheng ices his back on the couch.
Step two is to give Jiang Cheng time. He's a lot like a street cat. One cannot approach him without incurring the risk of him running far, far away. He has to have time to settle in and become comfortable. This is arguably the best step, because not only does Nie Huaisang receive daily blowjobs, he can also encourage more domestic activities like watching movies on the couch, debating who has to cook each night, and getting ready together in the morning. Plus, Jiang Cheng has a whole new list of kinks he wants to try now that his partner is more available.
(Let it be said that Nie Huaisang didn't think he'd have the energy to get edged for an entire day, but apparently he lives to surprise himself.)
Third step comes one weekend in the middle of the semester. Jiang Cheng, at his wits' end after several weeks of group projects, calls his parents to tell them he can't come to family dinner because he's sick. Nie Huaisang, with knowledge wrought from years of caring for his headstrong brother and younger cousins, backs Jiang Cheng's claims and swears to nurse him back to health. With the Jiang family sufficiently convinced, the duo then proceed with what they've deemed “The Relaxation Menu”.
Blindfolded, head-down to the bed, his wrists tied to the headboard and his ankles in a spreader bar, Jiang Cheng is truly a sight to behold. He's beautiful with his hair untied and his toned body completely, totally relaxed and willing for Nie Huaisang's touch.
“Color?” Nie Huaisang asks as he rakes his manicured nails down his partner's back.
With a soft moan in his voice, Jiang Cheng replies, “Green.”
This is, incidentally, the street cat at full trust. With caution and care, Nie Huaisang can get any answer he so pleases from Jiang Cheng. But he'll wait for now.
“You look perfect, A-Cheng,” he whispers as he slips a lubed finger into Jiang Cheng. “So slutty.” His partner groans as his ass raises to meet the full length of Nie Huaisang's finger. “You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?”
“Yes...”
As Jiang Cheng fucks himself on Nie Huaisang's finger, the other chuckles to himself. He can wait to engage step three. Jiang Cheng deserves to get all his favorites first.
Whenever Nie Huaisang subs, he prefers to be a brat in desperate need of quick and harsh discipline. Jiang Cheng, though, likes it slow. Exacting. A steady build-up of punishment as he shows exactly how much he likes it until he is forced to receive everything from his partner all at once. So Nie Huaisang takes his time teasing and preparing him. Two fingers of stretch until he slips in a vibrating butt plug. Drips of hot wax down his back and shoulders as Jiang Cheng ruts desperately into the air. Love bites on his ass that soon turn into spanks with a riding crop.
“More...! Fuck, Huaisang, more, please,” Jiang Cheng gasps with drool leaving his lips. “Fuck, I'm getting close.”
“Aw, how cute,” Nie Huaisang purrs. He gives a long lick up an abused asscheek. “You're doing so good, gege. Taking everything I give you. What more do you want, hm?”
“You,” Jiang Cheng admits with a whine. “Your cock, please.”
Now for the third step. Humming, Nie Huaisang pulls out the plug before turning it off. Jiang Cheng immediately leans towards Nie Huaisang, begging with the motion. Nie Huaisang, though, puts the plug on the nightstand and says, “I have a few questions for you. Every time you answer honestly, I'll give you a reward.”
“O-okay.”
"First question, still green?”
Jiang Cheng snorts. “Yes, green.”
Nie Huaisang lubes up his hand and puts a finger in. As he pistons slowly, he asks the next question. “Have you ever been interested in dating?”
Jiang Cheng pauses for awhile, then whispers, “Yes.”
The second finger slips in. “Have you ever been interested in dating me?”
Jiang Cheng whines as the fingers press against his prostrate. “What is going on?”
Nie Huaisang curls his fingers. “Answer the question.”
“Ye...yes.”
Unexpected but definitely not unwelcomed. Nie Huaisang continues to slowly piston his fingers, Jiang Cheng's pleased, airy moans accentuating every move. “If I asked you to date me, would you say yes?”
“...I'm not good enough,” Jiang Cheng mumbles, low enough that he's barely heard.
Nie Huaisang carefully pushes in the tip of the third finger. “A-Cheng do you really believe that?”
His voice is short of air as he replies, “I'm a fucking mess, Huaisang. I—you deserve better.”
Nie Huaisang resists the urge to call him an idiot. Instead, he kisses the back of Jiang Cheng’s neck and shoves himself in. As Jiang Cheng chokes on a sob from the unexpected intrusion, Nie Huaisang sets an unrelenting pace. Jiang Cheng is so warm and tight, it’s hard to focus on what he wants to say, but Nie Huaisang soldiers on.
“You’re what I want, A-Cheng.” His grip on Jiang Cheng’s hips tightens, certain to bruise. “You’re, ah, you’re the one I want to date a-and do all sorts of mushy couple stuff with! Do you understand me?!”
Through groans and keens, Jiang Cheng manages to answer, “Y-Yes! I understand, Huaisang. Keep going.”
Keep going, Nie Huaisang certainly does. He slams into Jiang Cheng, hard enough to make the headboard rattle. Unable to struggle, Jiang Cheng takes it all, loud and encouraging as his eager cock makes a mess of pre-cum on the bed. Nie Huaisang spanks him, aiming to bruise the tender flesh.
Jiang Cheng cries out, “Yes! Harder, Huaisang!”
“So good,” Nie Huaisang compliments between breaths. “Such a good whore. Do you want to be all pretty and purple when I’m done with you?”
“I want to cum!” Jiang Cheng demands readily. “I’m so close.”
Nie Huaisang reaches down and grabs Jiang Cheng’s cock. It only takes two good pumps until his partner bursts, dirtying his chest and stomach and sheets with a fantastic spray of cum. Nie Huaisang follows not long after, filling his partner to the brim.
Jiang Cheng goes slack in the restraints. Nie Huaisang is quick to release him, allowing him to lay limp on the bed. As Nie Huaisang removes the blindfold, however, he hears a sob.
“A-Cheng?” he asks, worried. “Are you okay?”
As he tucks a piece of Jiang Cheng’s hair behind his ear, his partner rolls over. His face is a mess of sweat and tears. “You really mean it?”
“That I want to date you?” Jiang Cheng nods. “Of course I did. A-Cheng—” Nie Huaisang cups Jiang Cheng’s cheek, “—I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. I-I don’t need you to return the sentiment, but—”
“I want to try with you,” Jiang Cheng admits as he dodges eye contact. “But I really am a mess.”
Nie Huaisang sighs, good-naturedly. “You’ve seen my kinks, A-Cheng. You know I’m a mess, too.”
Jiang Cheng scoffs, which is close enough to a laugh to make Nie Huaisang chuckle in return. They kiss, soft and prolonged, and linger together at the precipice of the unknown but not the unwanted. Eventually, Nie Huaisang has to leave for clean up. They’ll have to move to the couch while their only pair of bedsheets tumble in the wash. Maybe they’ll watch a movie together, or maybe they’ll make-out to pass the time. Maybe tomorrow, or in the next hour, or the next minute, they’ll officialize this status, call each other their significant other or boyfriend.
But, as it is now, Nie Huaisang is content to snuggle against his partner and hold him close. He’s more than happy to wait for the next step. He’ll extend all the patience in the world if it’s for Jiang Cheng, after all.