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It was totally innocent.
Or, maybe, it started off innocent at least.
He Tian was in his living room one morning when he noticed the apartment in the building directly across from his had a new occupant. It had been empty since he moved in. The place had a mirror layout to his with floor to ceiling windows facing the street and his own.
One night, when the world was dark and the apartment across from him was lit up bright from within, he found himself watching the red head walk around. There were moving boxes and a sofa. The man unpacked a box, wearing nothing but a pair of joggers on his pale, lean body. They hung low on his hips.
He Tian sat down in his living room for the first time since he’d moved in and watched the stranger for what felt like hours. Maybe it was. That was definitely creepy but Tian had never shied away from being a little creepy. It usually served him well when dealing with his brother’s enemies, as well as his brother’s business partners. Assholes responded well to creepy, plus it kept them on their toes.
He wondered what the redhead would look like on his toes.
When he was done with another box, the man stretched and then flicked out the lights and disappeared. Into his bedroom. Too bad there weren’t big open windows there too. He Tian sighed and did the same.
A week later, he had come home from the gym upstairs in his building. Tian had showered and then padded through his apartment naked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, still rubbing a towel against his wet hair. He was on his way back, through the living room, when he looked out his window and saw the redhead looking back.
The redhead’s eyes widened at being caught staring, but he didn’t look away either. For long, incredible, seconds they stared at each other from across a street, eight stories up. He Tian dropped the towel and drank his water. The redhead ran his eyes over him, shameless and curious. And then he smirked and nodded, a wordless compliment. He Tian laughed and tipped his head in thanks.
A couple days later he watched the redhead doing pilates in his living room, in the shortest fucking shorts the world has ever seen.
He Tian sat down on the chair and watched him. He had to know he was watching. He had done it hoping he would, right? Just when he started to doubt it, started to think he was reading into it, the redhead had peeked at him. The stranger bit his lip to try to hide his smirk but it was too late. He Tian had seen it.
And then a week after that, they were both there again, staring at each other through the night. The redhead moved first, peeling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor.
He Tian’s heart beat faster. He mirrored the motion, shirt on the floor.
The stranger bit his lip again and then slid out of his pants, standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs.
He Tian grinned. Oh, he liked this game. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, dropping them and stepping out of them. He loved the way the redhead looked at him, dragging his gaze over him, no idea who he was or who his family was and just plain interested. He held his breath when the redhead pushed his underwear down and off, adding to the pile of his clothes to the side.
He stood there, exposed to He Tian and really, anyone else that might be looking, though he doubted anyone had this angle. Their windows were practically made for each other. Tian dragged his gaze over him, finally seeing everything that had been snugged away in those exercise shorts before. His own dick jumped when he saw the redhead’s begin to stiffen just from his stare. He slid his thumbs into the elastic of his boxer briefs, taking them off. He wanted to palm himself but he didn’t, because that wasn’t how the game was played. Red moved first and Tian followed. That was how it had started. That was how it was played tonight.
The redhead took a step closer, right up to the window, and He Tian did the same.
The redhead touched his thigh, close. Tian mirrored him and saw the smile on his mouth when he knew Tian understood the game.
The redhead wrapped a hand around his cock, now stiff, and Tian did the same, groaning deep in his throat even if the other man couldn’t hear it. He waited. Waited. Fucking waited, until the redhead finally started stroking. It was like he was stroking them both, deciding their rhythm, deciding when to stop and start again. He edged. He edged and He Tian was growling but not missing a beat. He was not going to lose.
The redhead was panting, lips parted and cheeks flushed. He put one hand to the glass for balance and so did Tian. He thrust his hips into his hand and so did Tian.
Tian shook, trying to hold back his pleasure, trying to think of anything but the man he was staring at—the man staring back at him. Anything but the way his mouth opened wider the closer he got. Anything but the way he pushed into his own hand. Anything but the tricks his mind played, imagining that it was his hand wrapped around the redhead’s cock and the redhead’s hand around his. Anything—
He came so hard he groaned, hand closing into a fist against the window, and eyes rolled back.
He shook it out, twitching, and when he opened his eyes to see the other man, the redhead smiled big, blissed out when he came too.
They both stood there for long seconds, catching their breath and looking at one another.
And then the redhead held up one finger. A score? He was winning. And then he pointed down at the mess of cum he’d left on the glass—just like the mess He Tian had made. His mouth moved. Words.
He Tian shuddered.
“Clean it up.”
He’d lost, after all.
He moaned when he got on his knees, under that man’s stare, and licked his own cum off the window as though it was the redhead’s.
It had gone on like that for weeks. Almost every night they played some game. Sometimes the redhead won and sometimes He Tian did. Who got to be in charge of the game traded off back and forth. Some nights they didn’t play at all, not like that. Some nights they just watched each other. Some nights they jerked off on their couches, watching each other but not competing. Some nights they didn’t even finish, like that wasn’t even the point anymore.
And then He Tian saw the blond in his apartment and things escalated.
-
Mo did not do things like this.
He did not walk around naked in front of his window for the whole fucking world to see.
He did not look at other people in their windows, no matter how hot they were or how naked.
He did not, did not, engage in competitive exhibitionism with a stranger.
But he did.
He so did.
And he loved it.
He thought about it constantly. It made him hard when he did but eventually he stopped finishing if he wasn’t in front of the window—in front of that dark-eyed stranger.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
And then Jian Yi showed up on his doorstep with a box of belongings and an envelope of cash he’d scribbled “rent” on. He’d broken up with his most recent partner and needed a place to stay until he found someone else to move in with. Mo wanted to say no. He wanted to throw a full-blown fit. There was no way. It would ruin everything! He wouldn’t be able to do any of the stuff he’d been doing with the dark-eyed stranger if he had a roommate. And, shit, what if the dark-eyed guy and Jian Yi started flirting? What if he liked him more? Why wouldn’t he? Exhibitionism with a stranger was right up Jian Yi’s alley!
But Mo could use the extra money and he couldn’t turn Jian Yi away. Jian was a good friend—the kind that had looked after him, gotten him out of some shit situations, and helped find him a job and a place to stay when he was on the street. They’d been friends for over a decade.
Which was probably why Jian Yi didn’t even ask. He just pushed the envelope into his hands, talking about how his latest ex was such an asshole. Jian Yi had a habit of dating assholes. They liked the free spirit until they brought him home, and then they wanted him to change. There was no changing Jian Yi and Mo thought anyone who wanted to, was an idiot that didn’t deserve him.
Jian Yi kicked off his shoes, box still in his arms, and then walked through the apartment to the guest room. He talked the whole time, about the fit his ex had thrown and when he put the dumped his stuff in the room and came back to Mo in the hall he even pointed at his cheek. “Look! What a psycho!”
Mo blinked and then his attention honed in on that growing red mark on Jian Yi’s cheek, under his eye. Mo grabbed his friend’s jaw to get a better look. “What the fuck? Are you kidding me? He hit you?”
Jian Yi smiled, gratified to finally get the attention he knew he deserved. “Right? I mean, it was a pretty weak punch and I busted his lip for it, but still! Who does that?” He pouted.
Mo sighed, powerless against that pout just like everyone else. He grabbed his wrist and pulled him along to the kitchen, leaving the blond to lean against the counter while he got him something frozen to hold to his cheek. When he came back to him, wrapping a bag of frozen raspberries in a towel and gently holding it to his face, Jian Yi finally caught his gaze. The blonde’s smile had softened. It was the real one he didn’t give many people. “If you want me to find someplace else—”
“No,” Mo shook his head, despite how much he really really wanted the apartment to himself. He felt like a live wire. He craved the window guy, he craved that debauchery, and he needed to come. He’d been edging for days. He’d really been looking forward to tonight.
Jian Yi raised an eyebrow and then his eyes widened. He glanced around the apartment like there might have been someone else there all this time. “Are you seeing someone? You didn’t say—”
“No. I’m not,” Mo said, but it sounded flimsy even to him.
Jian Yi barked a laugh. “What the fuck? You don’t keep secrets from me, Red…”
“It’s not a secret! I’m not exactly seeing anyone. I’m just… He’s…”
“He? He who?”
Mo bit his lip but before he could stop, he looked at the windows.
Jian Yi turned, no longer caring about the ice Mo was trying to hold to his cheek.
Mo felt the heat rising to his face as he realized he was going to have to tell Jian Yi everything. And everything was kind of a lot and kind of strange…
Jian Yi walked to the window, blinking down at the street and then across at the other building.
“We see each other sometimes. It’s not a real thing. It’s just… I don’t even know his name,” Mo explained lamely, groaning at how it sounded and finally sinking onto the couch.
Jian Yi was still standing at the window, the apartment across from them still dark. “You mean… You have a crush on the guy that lives over there?”
Mo blinked, thinking back to that first night it escalated and the dangerously gorgeous man that lived across the street got on his knees and held his gaze while licking his window clean. “It’s more than that…”
Jian Yi spun around and stared back at him, smile growing. “More how?”
Mo bit his lip.
“Oh god. Have you seen his dick?”
Mo nodded.
“Has he seen yours?” Jian Yi was practically yelling now.
Mo groaned, hand to shield his eyes.
“You flashed the window?” he shrieked, clearly thrilled though shocked. “What happened? Tell me the whole things.”
Mo did. He couldn’t think of any way around it and he’d never known how to keep things from Jian Yi anyway. By the time he was done, it was dark outside and Jian Yi was sitting on the floor in front of him, back to the window, eyes wide. He took a long breath and for a while just stared at nothing, like he was coming to terms with it. Mo also noticed how his pants had grown tight, the bulge straining the front of Jian Yi’s jeans.
Mo saw the light in the apartment across from his flick on behind Jian Yi. His heart jumped high in his chest.
Jian Yi must have noticed because he twisted around and stared at the newly lit living room. They both sat there silently when the dark-haired man crossed the room, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it on a leather chair. He was beautiful. Way out of Mo’s league. For a second he was sure Jian Yi would call him a liar and laugh, thinking it was all a joke or a fantasy. There was no way that guy was into him, let alone doing whatever it was they were doing…
“Holy fuck…” Jian Yi ground out, jumping to his feet and staring at the other man before he disappeared into his kitchen. “That’s the guy?”
Mo nodded.
Jian Yi spun around to look at him again, smiling big. “He’s hot.”
Mo schooled his features not to wince. The stranger was definitely hot. Hot like the kind of guy he’s seen Jian Yi with before.
“Red… This is hands down the hottest thing I have ever heard. You are blowing my mind.”
Mo blushed.
Jian Yi practically bounced. “Can I get in on it?”
“What?” Mo almost yelped.
Jian Yi’s eyes widened a little, like he heard the insecurity in his tone. Fuck. He hadn’t wanted to let that out. The blond stepped closer and knelt in front of Mo, right between his knees, hands on his jean clad thighs. “I mean. Not if you’re not comfortable. Fucking forget it if you don’t want to share. And I can totally stay out of the way. I would rather sleep on the street than ruin this.”
Mo blinked, mind racing. Jian Yi had always been the best friend he could have asked for. They couldn’t be closer, they even slept together sometimes. Jian Yi had never withheld anything from Mo and had always been there for him. He couldn’t imagine denying him anything.
He glanced at the window again. It wasn’t like they were really in a relationship. “Y-Yeah. No. If you want to… I mean, yeah, you can give it a try.” He got up, hating the way his voice shook. He needed to get out of there before this escalated—before the dark-haired guy saw Jian Yi and they started flirting. What if it was different? What if it was somehow hotter? Or, worse, what if it was exactly the same as when he had been at the window?
Jian Yi caught his wrist before Mo could get more than a step away, before he could escape the living room.
Mo dragged a breath and forced himself to look back at Jian Yi—to try to look casual and okay. But Jian Yi didn’t look casual or okay. He looked worried. His thumb stroked Mo’s wrist. “Oh, sweetheart, I did not mean for you to leave.” He tugged him slowly, not back to the living room but to the kitchen, away from the window. Jian Yi backed him to a wall, one hand settling against the side of his neck. “I was thinking we could do something together, in front of the window and this guy, I never meant I wanted to have at it by myself.” He laughed a little, sighing and leaning his forehead to Mo’s. “I’m so sorry. Forget what I said, okay? I just thought it would be hot.”
Mo blushed, embarrassed that he’d made a big deal out of this and still on the rush of feelings.
Jian Yi wrapped his arms around him, hugging him. “You’re such a dork. You’ve got the hottest thing going on. You absolutely do not have to let me play too. It’s yours. Totally yours. And that’s okay!”
Mo sighed and leaned into him, closing his eyes. “You’re too fucking good…”
Jian Yi laughed, palming the back of his head. “Just give me a heads up and I’ll stay clear. Unless maybe you’ll let me watch because then I swear I’ll be quiet as a mouse and stay off to the side.”
Mo laughed and shoved him away. “Perve…”
“You’re the one window-fucking a stranger,” he countered, without a single note of judgement in his tone.
“You’re the one who wants to get involved,” Mo added, smiling now. He leaned in slowly, until his thigh pressed between Jian Yi’s thighs, hip rolling to feel if he was still hard. Not only did he feel it, but the blond moaned low and surprised. “So…If I let you in front of the window, what would you want to do?” He felt his own cock twitch at having the authority here. He wasn’t used to it. Mo was hot headed sometimes but he wasn’t usually the one in control of his relationships, not even his friendships.
Jian Yi bit his lip, rolling his hips to rub against Mo’s thigh, seeming to like his tone too. “Whatever you want. Put me on my knees and I’ll blow you while he watches, while you stare back at him…”
Mo shivered at the idea. He was so pent up. He needed to get in front of that window, he needed that stranger’s eyes on him.
“You can fuck me, Red,” Jian Yi went on, voice low and hips still moving like he was dancing to something slow and sexy. “As hard as you want. Or, if you want to do things the other way, I’ll fuck you so good you’ll be drooling against the window for him.”
Mo groaned, nodding slowly. Yeah. They could do this. As long as it was together. As long as he wasn’t losing this. He could definitely share.
And that was how it escalated. Mo went to the window, telling himself the guy might not even be there tonight, but knowing he would be. It had been a while since they finished. Somehow he knew the stranger was as pent up as he was. Somehow he knew he wasn’t getting off anywhere else. Mo walked up to the floor to ceiling glass and stared at the other apartment, directly across from where the other man was standing, shirt off and cigarette in hand. Mo stood there and watched him take a drag before taking off his shirt.
Jian Yi walked over then, coming up on his side and then standing almost behind him, leaning against his shoulder, biting softly at skin.
Mo didn’t take his eyes off of the stranger. He saw the way he went completely still when Jian Yi walked out. The way his dark eyes tracked his movements but flicked back and forth between them. There were questions that couldn’t be answered with words. Everything was new again. Everything was untreaded territory. Would he be into this?
Jian Yi draped himself against Mo’s shoulder. “He’s gorgeous,” he said, close to his ear. He whispered like the stranger might hear him.
The stranger’s eyes narrowed almost meanly on Jian Yi and Mo got a strange thrill out of that. And suddenly he was sure about this. Either the stranger would be possessive and pissed about him and Jian Yi—in which case he knew it was simply never meant to be more than a window flirtation—or he wouldn’t and this would be amazing. Because Jian Yi was always going to be a part of Mo’s life and never in a completely platonic way. Jian Yi had the bruise on his cheek to prove what could happen if they didn’t get this shit straightened out up front.
Mo turned his head to the side, mouth close to Jian Yi’s. “Kiss me,” he said and Jian Yi grinned before complying.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised how ready the blond was to preform for their audience or how utterly unabashed he was when they started shedding clothes, when Mo put Jian Yi on his knees in front of him, their sides facing the window. He did his best and his best was porn star quality. He put his hand to the window to steady himself at one point, the other twisted in Jian Yi’s hair as he fucked his throat. When he looked to the window the stranger was still there, hand to the window too, eyes unblinking and watching the scene. He didn’t look angry anymore, his pants open and his hand on his cock.
Mo edged and forced everyone else to too. Jian Yi wined and begged and Mo realized suddenly that the window medium wasn’t good enough for the blond—would never capture all the sounds he made. Maybe someday their stranger would get to hear him. Mo pushed Jian Yi back onto the floor and straddled his hips. He turned his head to look to the side, at the other man, and then ground down against the blond. He wrapped his hand around bother their cocks, thrusting and stroking, making Jian Yi arch off the floor.
Mo moaned and reached out with his other hand, turning Jian Yi’s face so he’d be looking out the window. His moans changed, grinding with surprise and dark lust when he really realized what it was like to be watched. No one watched like this stranger. It was intense. It was like he could feel them. He was on his knees too, in front of the window, still stroking, still bracing against the glass and never taking his eyes off them.
“Fuck…” Jian Yi panted, shaking.
And Mo knew what he meant. It felt like, if the glass wasn’t between them, that dark-haired stranger would devour them.
They eventually came like that, all over Jian Yi’s chest and stomach, both of them staring at the stranger the whole time. When they came down from that burst of pleasure, Mo licked Jian Yi clean and then turned toward the window, mouth open and on his knees to show the other man his mouthful. That was what did it. That was what made him follow them over the edge. Mo waited until his eyes were open and focused on him again before swallowing.
-
“I have a favor to ask,” He Tian said.
Xi laughed. “No.”
“What the fuck? You can’t say no before you know what it is.”
“Of course, I can. You never ask me for favors, so this is probably like taking the fall for a crime or helping you chop up a body or something.”
He Tian waited, watching his friend curiously. He wasn’t sure how to explain to Xi that he literally had people for those jobs… He saw the moment Xi remembered that he did, and the blond met his gaze, looking unamused. “What could you possibly want?”
“A blowjob.”
Xi laughed again, this time walking over and sitting next to him on the couch. “Seriously, what do you want?”
They had fucked a couple times before, when they first started hanging out. The first time had been at a party when they were both way too high. Everything had always been casual and never quite turned into anything more. They’d backed off of each other that way when they’d realized how much they honestly liked each other. They’d been best friends for the last eight years with only a rare few drunken hand jobs and that one time they sixty-nined on New Years Eve, jokingly calling it kissing while the ball dropped. Xi sucked like a fucking god, but He Tian had never asked, never tried turn their friendship into any sort of “friends with benefits” situation. He wouldn’t risk belittling what they were. He had so few real friends and even if he wouldn’t admit it, he’d sooner cut off a finger than lose Xi. He’d sooner cut off a whole hand.
Xi had never been afraid of him, never been impressed either. He had his own money and didn’t covet more, didn’t covet power either. He was always honest, even when it hurt, even when it got him into trouble. Which was also something he loved about him. Xi wasn’t scared of anything.
“Seriously,” Tian pressed, arms folded up over his head with his hands behind his skull, slouched low in the middle of the couch and stared across at the other apartment. “I’ve got this thing going with the guy across the street.”
Xi followed his gaze, blinking before his brow creased. “That guy? The guy in the apartment across from you?” he asked, watching the redhead in the kitchen off to the far corner of their view, coming in and out of sight. “Why don’t you two have curtains? You can see… Oh my god. You’re not serious. Have you been over there?”
He Tian rocked his head back and forth. He’d thought about it, of course. “We watch each other and jerk off to each other.”
Xi was staring at him, He Tian didn’t have to look back to know. He felt it. “You mean you both know the other is watching and you both jerk off?”
He Tian nodded. “And the other day he had this blond with him. They made out on the floor and came all over each other.”
Xi turned toward the window again, seeming to take a second to imagine that. “Well, shit. Lucky you.” He sat forward, thinking. “Wanna trade apartments?”
He Tian laughed. “Nope.”
“But you want me to blow you…for this guy to watch?”
Tian took his eyes off red for the first time since he sat down. He hadn’t thought about it that way, not really. It sounded cold. It sounded like he was using Xi. “I thought it would be hot. If you’re not into it, forget it. I—”
“It sounds hot,” Xi admitted, gaze flicking from Tian back to the window.
A tension He Tian hadn’t expected eased out of his shoulders. He was still watching Xi as Xi watched the redhead.
“Now?” Xi asked, skeptical.
“No. Tonight?” He Tian suggested, his cock stiffened a little but he ignored it.
Xi nodded, still looking thoughtful. “Naked?”
“Yes,” he said automatically, but then added, “If you’re comfortable with it.”
Xi nodded again. “Just a blow job or do you want to fuck?”
It struck He Tian how odd this conversation was for them. They’d never really talked about their sex, not before or after. Xi had plenty of hook-ups but no one he kept around. No one permanent. And he rarely talked about his partners either, definitely not about the sex. He was private in a strange way, like nothing was a shame or a secret but he wasn’t going to talk about it either. So, this conversation was new.
“I want to make it last,” He Tian said.
Xi raised an eyebrow, not unamused now. “I can do that.”
He Tian had no doubts. “Would you mind if we fucked? In front of them?”
Xi was not an exhibitionist. He avoided being kissed or touched in clubs and at parties. Even now, he was sitting one person space away from He Tian on the couch. But he wasn’t a liar either. If he said it was okay, it was.
“I don’t think I’ll mind,” he said and He Tian understood. If that changed during, he’d say something. He’d bring it to a stop or finish it differently. It was a risk, He Tian realized. If this went badly, it could damage something. Maybe he should say never mind? But he loved the idea of sharing it and was so certain in his gut that Xi would like it too—that Xi was the only person he would ask to participate in this.
“Can I fuck you or do you want to fuck me?” He Tian asked. They’d done it both ways before, sometimes one after the other. Both getting theirs.
Xi looked at the window again and then at the living room floor in front of it like he was imagining how it would go. That had He Tian getting hard already. “You can fuck me. I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested. You?”
“Same.” Hadn’t been with anyone since the window show started. Since a while before that actually. He didn’t really have time or energy to deal with new people or one-night stands anymore. It had started feeling hollow and leaving him feeling hollow too—not that he would admit that to anyone. “I can send you the clean test results—”
“I believe you,” Xi said, brushing it away.
He Tian felt a strange swell of pride at that. He knew Xi wouldn’t believe just anyone. More than once, he’d seen Xi toss out guys who thought their word should be enough—that refused to put on a condom.
He Tian wouldn’t fuck raw with anyone else either, not since he was a teen and his brother gave him the most explicit awful talk of his life.
There was simply no one he believed or trusted the way he did Xi.
“So, tell me what I’ve missed so far,” Xi said, watching the window like a TV and waiting to be filled in on all the sexual exploits that led to his moment.
He Tian told him—everything. And he didn’t miss the subtle shifts when Xi got hard or the low groans caught in the back of his throat.
The sun was starting to go down when he was done.
Xi got up, took a deep breath and then turned for the hall. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He didn’t ask and He Tian loved that. He treated his apartment like his own.
“Don’t blow your load!” He Tian shouted after him.
Xi flipped him off over his shoulder, but he knew he wouldn’t. He knew what game they were playing now. They were a team and they were sure as shit going to try to win.
He Tian got up, got a drink and lit a cigarette. When he came back to the living room, it was dark out and there they were—the vixens in the other apartment. The blond was mischievous as all hell, grinning like a fiend.
He Tian walked over to stand in the center of the window. It was like taking to a stage, skin tingling with attention. The redhead tracked him, standing across from him just like that first time. The blond came up behind red again, kissing his naked shoulder, biting softly and looking at He Tian the whole time. But red was still staring at He Tian, like he didn’t notice, not yet. Like he was still deciding what they were doing tonight—like they were having a conversation about it without words.
He Tian heard the bathroom door down the hall open. He took a drag off his cigarette and smiled wide. The redhead’s eyes widened a little at that, the blonde’s arm curling around his waist. He Tian held his cigarette out to the side but watched red, watching the surprise on his face when Xi walked slowly across the living room, completely naked, his hair still wet. He took the cigarette from He Tian’s fingers, rolling it back and forth like he might burn him with it before finally snubbing it out on the glass.
The redhead and the blond watched, eyes larger now, focus flicking between them, both gone still.
He Tian turned and looked fully at Xi, realizing then that he was still looking back at him—hadn’t looked across the way at the other two. A tactic to drive them a little more wild or was it out of discomfort with the idea of the window? He had to trust that whatever it was, Xi knew his own boundaries and would tell him if they bumped up against one. And he did trust him.
He Tian curled a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in, kissing him deep, feeding him his tongue until he unbuckled his pants for him, opening them. When he let go, Xi was sliding slowly to his knees in front of him, taking his pants down the rest of the way and tossing them to the side until he was completely naked.
He Tian looked out the window, at the others, they were shedding clothing now to and he caught the little smile pulling at red’s mouth. Had his friend been a test? Trying to see how he would react? Was this the escalation he’d been hoping for? Red got on his knees in front of his blond this time, mirroring them. He did what Xi did, he teased while Xi tease, until his blond was pushing a hand to the glass and panting.
He Tian put his hand to the glass too. Mirror.
He put his hand in Xi’s hair and the blond curled a hand around the back of red’s head, clawing at short hair.
Xi finally wrapped his mouth around He Tian’s cock and he watched red do the same to his blond.
Xi took He Tian all the way down to the root, swallowing and gagging, throat flexing around him.
He saw the redhead’s eyes flare a little and wondered if he’d be able to do this. He shouldn’t have doubted his resolve, but the way his face colored and he struggled was hot. His blond thought so too, looking down at red and swearing. His mouth moved, his hand not quite gripping the back of his head anymore but stroking it. Was he asking him if it was okay? Or telling him he didn’t have to? Either way, He Tian liked it—liked that they were more than just assholes using each other to get off.
Xi hummed around his cock and He Tian shuddered, fingers flexing in his hair. “Fuuuck, don’t you make me lose, Xi…” he ground out, but it sounded too affectionate to even be a real warning. He looked down in time to meet Xi’s eyes just as he moved on his cock, fucking his throat on him and making the lewdest sounds he thought he’d ever heard.
He forced his gaze back to the window after a few seconds. Whatever exchange had taken place over there was over, red was blowing the blond, deep throating him just like Xi. They were out of sync with each other now, unable to watch the other imitate. He Tian and the blond seemed to realize it at the same time, using their grip on the other’s hair to set pace, to match each other.
It was agony. Blissful fucking agony. Xi gagged and swallowed around him and He Tian thought he was going to lose it, but then he watched the blond on the other side throw his head back, hips jacking forward as he came down the redhead’s throat.
He Tian pulled Xi’s mouth off his cock, watching red swallow that load and then catch his breath, both of them panting on the other side. He Tian waited for them to look back at him and then gestured with a score in his favor, as though he’d won, but the redhead smirked and the blond grinned. The blond turned fully toward the window, still catching his breath, limp dick wet with spit.
Xi stood up, watching the other two now too, thumbing saliva from the corner of his swollen mouth.
The redhead said something to the blond that made the man visibly shudder. Was he talking dirty? The blond bit the corner of his mouth, still smiling, and put his hand on his cock, stroking it back to life.
Xi exhaled an almost laugh. “He got a ringer…”
He Tian’s cock twitched, watching the smug fuckers on the other side of the street. The blond was fully erect again. He Tian nodded slowly, accepting this challenge to the rules of the game. A ringer indeed. “You still want to play?” He Tian asked Xi.
Xi flashed a smirk, stepping up to the window and bending forward, hands to the glass and ass out. “Spit and fuck.”
He Tian shivered. He always had loved the way Xi told him how to fuck him. So bossy. The other two watched, leaning closer to the glass when He Tian moved behind Xi. He stroked himself, cock already slick with spit. When his hand was a mess, he pushed a finger and then two into Xi, making sure he was ready.
Red was in a mirrored position now, bent over with his hands to the window and the blond behind him. Was Xi making eye contact now? He Tian couldn’t be sure, but he suspected it based on the new layers of frazzled need in the other two. Was Xi staring down Red, his mirror in this game, or was he staring at the blond like he was the one he would be sinking himself into.
The blond palmed a condom out from behind his ear like a fucking magic trick and tore it open. He rolled it on. So they’d been prepared for this possibility too? Or planning another show? The redhead must have prepared himself too because the blond wasted no time sinking into him.
He Tian groaned, both at the feel of his cock pressing into Xi’s tight hole and the look on the redhead’s face when he was being filled, pressed up against the window and fucked.
Everything after that was a magnificent blur. They fucked so long and hard that at one point he thought he couldn’t come, not even if he tried. And Xi was actually shaking and gasping for air. Getting sounds out of him was usually close to impossible. But sometime after they changed positioned, moving to the floor on all fours, sides to the glass, he started making a low keening. He Tian pulled him up onto his knees, holding him back the throat and rocking his hips into him, wanting to hear him closer. Xi moaned when the others did the same and He Tian knew that he was getting to that delirious point, where watching them fuck was like watching himself be fucked. It was maddening in the most amazing way.
The blond was the first to come again and He Tian was so grateful he wouldn’t even call it winning or losing at this point. He came hard into Xi, pumping until he was spent and the stimulation hurt. When the blond on the other side pulled out and laid red on his back on the floor, He Tian did the same with Xi. They weren’t done, after all. They were right up against the glass now. Xi’s hip and thigh pressed to it, one arm bent up to press against it overhead, as if grabbing for something. He tried to ask what they were doing now, words tangled and coming out in a whimper. He Tian laid on the floor between his thighs and took his cock in his mouth, sucking just the way the blond was finishing off the redhead.
It wasn’t the game anymore. He hummed and growled around Xi’s cock, hoping he knew that, hoping he’d let go. When his hips jerked up, He Tian angled his face and took his cock into his throat, swallowing and letting him fuck his mouth. He slid one hand up, between his ass cheeks, brushing against his asshole and feeling his cum leaking onto his fingers. Xi whined and jerked his hips a little as if to get away. He Tian hummed against his cock again, like a soothing promise that he wasn’t going to push, just gently playing with the hole until Xi finally relaxed and came in a confused rush that had his whole body twitching on the floor.
He Tian sat up, for a second just enjoying the view of Xi all fucked out on his floor. He’d never looked this messed up before. He was still trying to get his breathing right, one arm curling over his face like he might cry from the overstimulation, body still twitching. He stroked the outside of his thigh firmly, hoping to ground or comfort him. He wasn’t sure what he’d want but was giving him a minute to just be.
He looked out the window, watching the blond swallow the redhead’s load, his hands stroking his hips and stomach as if soothing him through it. It was so alike, so in tune, that it was still a mindfuck. Who was he with? Which side was he on? Fuck.
The blond sat back and looked at him and again, for a moment, they were mirrors. And then the blond winked and blew him a kiss before getting up and pulling his blissed-out redhead with him.
He Tian didn’t watch them go, his attention back on Xi. His breathing was a little more normal now. “Is it okay if I pick you up and get us cleaned up?” he asked, still touching his outer thigh in slow motions from hip to knee.
Xi nodded behind his arm.
He Tian smiled. He had never seen him like this. “Are you okay?”
Xi nodded again and this time dropped his arm to the side, sprawled on the floor, eyes glassy and far away. “That was… good. A lot, but really fucking good.”
He Tian felt some great relief in his chest.
“Can I sleep here? You can dump me in the guest room or the couch, I—”
He Tian scoffed at that and picked him up, standing. Xi was practically limp in his arms, leaning into his chest. He carried him to his bedroom and through to the bathroom and walk in shower. Xi grunted something about being put on his own feet so He Tian did, laughing at the wobble in his legs. “Don’t say it,” Xi warned.
He Tian pressed his lips and shook his head. He definitely wasn’t going to say anything.
They cleaned up and then crawled into his bed. They’d slept together before but it was usually drunk or high and more of a passing out than a going to bed. He Tian slid an arm over Xi’s hip, curling it against his chest and pulling him in until he was spooning him, his mouth almost against he back of his head. “Okay?” he asked in the dark.
Xi sighed and he felt it roll through his whole body as he finally stopped twitching. “Yeah.”