[ the lie will hold for now. at least until Xue Yang can get his feet under him, can have a few more strings untangled and a few more knots tied. not that he wants to lie to Xingchen he knows-- he remembers, how that ends up. with blood in the dust and a silence that is deafening (remembers how at the end of it all he wasn't that upset to die, not really). but he also knows that he can't just say 'I have those dreams too'. dreams, not nightmares, because he can see himself reflected in them so easily, in the blood and death and-- (you know nothing of the world. that hasn't changed.)
maybe they have changed enough that what happened before won't happen again.
(except maybe it will, Xue Yang thinks about how he wants to keep everyone away from Xingchen, how he covets and craves and--)
they are still standing on the street, in between shadows and streetlights, when Xingchen looks at him like that. like he can see the turn of the earth there. like he can see the darkness and loves Xue Yang anyway. it makes his heart crawl up his throat, threatening to choke him.
distract me.
well okay then.
a smile curls his lips, not quite the knife sharp thing he bares for those that he wishes to terrorize, but something just for Xingchen. sharp but still warm, broken only by his laughter when Xingchen's hands make their way to his ass, leaving him curling around him, arms winding around his torso to pull them flush.]
You don't mean in the way I might when I leave the milk out on the counter and it spoils, do you. [ a kiss, more teeth and tugging than before. teasing. his voice is low when he speaks, the words pressed to the thin skin of Xingchen's throat, words interrupted by light nips. ] We're almost home, do think you can beat me home if I give you a five second head start?
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Date: 2020-01-19 11:08 pm (UTC)maybe they have changed enough that what happened before won't happen again.
(except maybe it will, Xue Yang thinks about how he wants to keep everyone away from Xingchen, how he covets and craves and--)
they are still standing on the street, in between shadows and streetlights, when Xingchen looks at him like that. like he can see the turn of the earth there. like he can see the darkness and loves Xue Yang anyway. it makes his heart crawl up his throat, threatening to choke him.
distract me.
well okay then.
a smile curls his lips, not quite the knife sharp thing he bares for those that he wishes to terrorize, but something just for Xingchen. sharp but still warm, broken only by his laughter when Xingchen's hands make their way to his ass, leaving him curling around him, arms winding around his torso to pull them flush.]
You don't mean in the way I might when I leave the milk out on the counter and it spoils, do you. [ a kiss, more teeth and tugging than before. teasing. his voice is low when he speaks, the words pressed to the thin skin of Xingchen's throat, words interrupted by light nips. ] We're almost home, do think you can beat me home if I give you a five second head start?