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Xiao Zhan grabbed the phone from his pillow just a few notes into the ringtone, fumbling to accept the call as fast as possible. A few clicks and finally Yibo's face appeared on his screen.
"Sorry it's so late, did I wake you up?" Yibo asked, a slight furrow between his brows. He was in his studio, probably calling from his computer, all the lights on, strategically placed to make him look good. It almost looked like some kind of professional video call, everything as perfect as to record some video for his fans, except he was only wearing tight, black boxers and he looked fresh out of the shower.
"As if I wasn't here waiting for your call," Xiao Zhan smiled at him, reassuring. He had actually dozed off for a little while, to be honest, but he hadn’t slept deep enough not to hear the call if it was to ring then, "still I thought you were going to call earlier," he allowed, looking at a shadow pass on Yibo's face.
"I was supposed to, but once the show was over the place got swarmed by journalists and whoever else, they passed me around like a ragdoll for hours," he frowned, unhappy.
Xiao Zhan knew how much Yibo hated that part of his job, to be treated as a thing, a pretty face, a money maker, people taking and taking from him, uncaring of how he was feeling or if he was comfortable. He wasn't supposed to be comfortable, though, he was supposed to look sexy and cute at the same time, to make people love him, that was the only thing journalists and producers cared for. Even his fans were that kind of nightmare, following his every step, shoving cameras in his face while he had to at least be nice, if not smiling, because he couldn’t ruin his image. Xiao Zhan was acquainted with the feeling almost too well, having been in the same situation many times, still, it felt like it was worse for Yibo, maybe just because he had been super tired for months now. At least he was overcoming his shyness and his hatred for being among too many unknown people.
Looking better at the image on his phone, Xiao Zhan could see how tired Yibo was tonight too. With no makeup, his hair not perfectly styled, he looked younger and yet his face, not as perfect as it was in pictures, but even more beautiful, had dark circles under the eyes, skin slightly off tone and his eyes looked heavy and red rimmed.
"I'm sorry," Xiao Zhan said, Yibo just shrugged.
"So, did you see something about the party?"
"Something? I basically saw every moment of it online and more photos than you could believe!" Xiao Zhan smiled, excited, he had basked in the moments he could see Yibo's real smile on stage, loved and cherished every one of them.
"I get it looked good, then?" Yibo asked, smiling too at Xiao Zhan's excitement, "How did I look?"
Perfect. Spectacular. Professional. Skilled. Talented.
A lot of words took shape in Xiao Zhan's mind, but they all sounded cold, something that could be read on a printed page, not what Yibo needed, not what he felt.
"Hot," he said in the end. It was true, it was what Xiao Zhan had thought watching the videos, while a litany of "mine, mine, only mine" repeated in his brain, "I honestly didn't care a lot about the presentation, I just thought about fucking you," he admitted, bluntly honest like his boyfriend needed.
Yibo looked down, almost shy for a moment, but then his smile turned dirty while he looked back at the camera. He had a foot on the seat rest of the chair, scattered bruises on his leg, and the other foot was on the floor, leaving him in a sprawled position that did nothing to hide the slight bulge under his boxers.
"A few times I thought of you while looking at the camera, knowing what you'd be thinking. Probably fans believe it was for them, the press that it was an act, but I was trying to make you hard," the smile turned into a knowing grin and Xiao Zhan half moaned half scoffed.
"You gremlin. You already know it worked, I was half hard for most of the time, then you started with that water…" Xiao Zhan moaned at the thought, then moved the phone away to get most of himself to fit the frame.
He was on his bed, naked, cock already flushed and hard.
"Did you wait for me?" Yibo asked, licking at his lips, pupils suddenly dilated.
"No," Xiao Zhan confessed, lazily palming at his cock, "I already came a few times, first watching you perform, then looking at the pictures," on the other end of the line Yibo groaned loudly, "I couldn't help it," he added, "but I can go one more time for you."
"So gracious," Yibo snorted, but he too was already palming his cock lazily, "so, tell me, what did it for you?"
Xiao Zhan gulped, thinking about all the videos and photos that had entertained him that night, "you played with your mouth, did that thing…" he commented, finally taking his hard cock in hand.
Yibo shrugged, "you know it's to keep my face muscles in shape," he said innocently, but soon his expression turned dirty, "or to remind you of how perfectly your cock fits into my mouth, how deep I can swallow you. You choose."
"I hate you," Xiao Zhan groaned, he pulled down his foreskin, playing with the red head, thumbing the wet slit like Yibo liked to do with his tongue, hoping to work him up.
"What else? Tell me, Zhan-ge, tell me what I did right on that stage," Yibo bit down on his lip, hand still moving slowly over the cotton, but Xiao Zhan could see he now was fully hard.
He had done everything right on that stage, he had been the perfect actor, the perfect dancer, the perfect man everyone loved, but that was not it, what Yibo was asking for was the tiny things only Xiao Zhan could have noticed, the private ones, the ones that were the real Yibo, not the public figure.
"You smiled, a few real ones. You can fake it when you want, but there's that single line, at the corner of your eyes, that appears only when you're really smiling," He recounted and at that Yibo looked down, almost abashed.
"I had fun, but I didn't think someone could tell about my smiles, not even you," he admitted, still looking down, smiling shily.
"You have no idea of the things I know about you, Bo-di," Xiao Zhan teased, just to see him embarrassed, "but the smiling wasn't the part you were inquiring about, right? You wanted to know what made me so hard, so wet?" He thumbed at the slit again, then, when he was sure Yibo was back watching the screen, brought it to his mouth, sucking off the drops of himself he just caught.
"Ge-, I'd want to be there so much," Yibo groaned, hand slipping under his underwear, "I just want to taste you, to smell your skin," he lamented, but a rough moan from Xiao Zhan got his attention.
He was rubbing just beneath the head with his thumb, something Yibo loved to do to make him lose control.
"Yibo," he moaned his name like the most obscene curse, "that water, your dripping hair, I ached to lick the drops from your throat, to bite your neck, you know what your neck does to me. Let me see you," he begged, he was already too close, he didn't really care, neither of them usually lasted when on calls like that, but he wasn't going to come without really seeing his boyfriend.
Yibo nodded and, without any of the grace he usually showed on a stage, shrugged off his boxers, then went back to his previous position.
Xiao Zhan's mouth watered. He could see everything with him shamelessly sprawled like that. The leaking cock, the already drawn up balls he so badly wanted to palm and that delicious hole, too tight after weeks separated, a tease of how he wanted to spend hours getting acquainted with it again.
"What else, Zhan-ge?" Yibo asked, breath irregular, one hand slipping down to tease his balls as if reading Xiao Zhan's mind.
"Your…your wet chin," it was hard to talk, he had sped up the hand around his cock and was circling his hole with two digits. He had fingered himself earlier, he was still slippery and relaxed, "it looks like that when you look up from between my legs after my cock had just been in your throat…"
"Or when I eat you out," Yibo added for him, "when I spread your cheeks and fuck you with my tongue, so long and deep I can feel your breath itch and all the neighbours can hear you begging," Yibo said in a voice low and rough, ended by a moan on a particular upthrust of his hand.
"Bo-di," Xiao Zhan moaned, fingers clamping at the base of his cock. He needed a little more, just a few minutes, just to hear what other filth could come out of those delicious lips, "I'd kill to have you here right now, between my legs, thighs on your shoulders…"
"Me too," Yibo's voice was stained with melancholy, "but since I'm not, please, use your fingers, fuck yourself for me," he almost begged, one of his own fingers tracing his rim.
"Yes..yes…" Xiao Zhan agreed, pushing two fingers in without any care, wincing a little at the intrusion and still feeling too empty, not enough when all he needed was Yibo's cock, "your…your fingers, Bo-di," he had to focus to use his words. He spread his legs more, leaving his cock just to move the phone, resting it against bunched up sheets, so his boyfriend could have a close and clear view of him fingering himself, "your fingers were damp and you kept showing them…" Yibo, the damn gremlin, chuckled lowly, "You did it on purpose!" Xiao Zhan sputtered, undignified.
"You seriously didn't know?" Yibo smiled at him, marveled, "curl your fingers, want to see you," he ordered. His hand was moving faster, thumb teasing his rim open and Xiao Zhan knew he wasn't the only one desperately close.
"N…no," he admitted, his mind fogged by pleasure as his rough fingertips started to rub the same spot, against his prostate, "I kept thinking of those long fingers…covered…in lube…" he had to stop every few words just to moan, back arched off the bed, mourning not being able to watch Yibo on the screen, but feeling like it was impossible to keep his eyes open while lost in the pleasure and the fantasy
"Yes, yes Zhan-ge," Yibo moaned, voice hoarse and ruined, "I was keeping my fingers wet, thinking of you, of how many, how deep, I could fit into you."
Xiao Zhan could hear the filthy noise of Yibo's hand on his cock, he opened his eyes to look at the younger man. He had slid down the chair, now one foot must be resting on the table, the other almost against the armrest. He had one finger deep into himself, his hand moving almost too fast on his cock, stopping to palm the head at every upstroke.
"Yibo…I want to…" but he wasn't sure of what he wanted. He wanted to come, he was getting closer by the second, especially when Yibo threw his head backwards, showing the long column of his gulping throat, but he wanted, even more, to have Yibo there with him, to touch and kiss and just hold him.
"Ge…" Yibo looked at the camera with effort, his eyes unfocused and lip bitten raw, "'nother one…know you can take more…" he moaned what should have sounded like an order but came out as just a plea.
Xiao Zhan obeyed, pushing another finger in, moving all three in and out a few times and then going straight for circling them against his prostate. He was done, they both knew it.
With his head occupied by the fantasy of how many fingers Yibo could fit inside him, and how deep, he arched his back, body tense, head thrown back against the pillows, and came with what was nothing short of a shout.
On the other end of the line he could hear Yibo groan loudly, breath irregular, and he didn't need to look, unable to, to know he was coming too.
It took Xiao Zhan a handful of seconds to grab his phone and focus on the screen and the moment he did his cock made a valiant effort to spurt a few more drops of come, body shuddering.
Yibo was still sprawled, but now come was covering his belly and chest and his hole was fluttering and glistening with spit. He still had his head back, against the headrest, his bitten lips were open to gulp on air.
"You're gorgeous," Xiao Zhan murmured, when did his voice turn so raspy?
"Shut up," Yibo's throaty, low voice sounded even more messed up, "I can't feel my legs," he groaned, moving around.
"You're too young, you can have sex in any position without getting tired. Actually, I know for a fact," Xiao Zhan teased, smiling lazily while watching the other pulling a face at the mess on his chest.
"Next time I'll test how bendy you still are, gege" Yibo teased back, he was now sitting normally on the desk chair, but Xiao Zhan had no doubts it must feel uncomfortable against naked, sweaty skin. However, his remark about that was forgotten when he noticed Yibo touch his palm absent mindedly.
"How are your hands?"
Yibo frowned in confusion, "uhm, dirty and sticky?" He answered, breath already far more regular.
"Idiot, I meant the bruises," Xiao Zhan replied, forcing himself to not roll his eyes.
"Oh. Oh, you noticed," Yibo smiled, something between shy for being caught and happy that Xiao Zhan had noticed something like that.
"Yibo, half the world noticed your hands are a mess of bruises and cuts. Instead, I'm the only one who's able to notice your legs are too," his tone was the one of a light scold, lips tight in an unhappy frown.
"Oh," Yibo looked down at his shins like he was only now realizing, "I thought of a few new moves and I guess I worked a little too hard on them."
"Without protections again," Xiao Zhan scolded him a little more and Yibo pouted.
"I had knee pads!" He protested, ignoring the look he got from the other side of the screen.
"Do they hurt?" Xiao Zhan asked after a moment, already no longer annoyed by how uncaring for his own well being his boyfriend was. It was a lost battle.
"Not the legs. The hands… No…a little…only if I touch something," Yibo admitted in the end with a little pout, probably to keep Xiao Zhan from reprimanding him even more.
Xiao Zhan had got a bruised hand just once, after falling badly on set, and had hated every second of it, but Yibo was probably almost used to it. Except, knowing Yibo, he was going to keep dancing on them, making them worse and suffering in silence, rather than admit he needed a moment to heal.
"I want to kiss them better, I want to hold you," he confessed, not that it was anything new, not that he hadn’t already told it a hundred times that night. What was new, instead, was that for once he didn't feel like chastening him more.
"I want that too. I miss you, gege, you have no idea how much."
"I know. As I know you are tired and worn thin. you need a break, Yibo, you need to drop the mask, to stop being just their ragdoll, and be you for a while," Yibo nodded, "I know you'll be in Japan soon, then what?"
"I don't know, but I need a few days with you, I really feel like I'm starting to tear at the edges."
"Bo-di…" Xiao Zhan stopped, uncertain. He knew their lives, especially Yibo's, voted to a job that sucked his soul. They both had chosen them, didn't mean he had to like them all the time, "I don't care who you have to talk to, I want you home straight after Japan or I'll cause a national scandal and come take you at the airport," he threatened, getting a smile out of his boyfriend, but at that point, he wasn't so sure it was just an empty joke.
"I'll try, I'll talk with my manager in the morning," Yibo agreed, a little too easily, but Xiao Zhan decided not to press on the matter at the moment, "I…I'm sorry, but I've to be up in four hours and I didn't eat since I don't even know when," Yibo made a face and Xiao Zhan laughed. So much time without food for him was like a month for a normal person, "at least you're not saying I need to take better care of myself," Yibo smiled and Xiao Zhan sighed.
"As if you would listen to me. You got me too tired to say useless stuff," he smirked, "come on, go eat and sleep at least three hours, we don't want you to collapse," Xiao Zhan didn't like it, didn't like the idea of Yibo skipping another night of sleep, but he had made peace with the fact that he could do nothing about that.
"I miss you, Zhan-ge. Write to me tomorrow when you get up?" Yibo said with a sigh, the circles darker under his eyes.
"When don't I? I miss you too. And I love you," sometimes Xiao Zhan felt like he didn't say it enough, like Yibo needed someone to whisper it to him every minute of his day.
"Love you too, thank you for tonight."
"For watching too much stuff on socials or coming three times just thinking of your mouth and fingers?"
Yibo laughed. Neither of the two, they both knew, but they didn't need saying.
"Good night, Zhan-ge," Yibo said, sending an exaggerated kiss to the camera before turning off the call.
Xiao Zhan smiled, looking for a few seconds at the now dark screen. He loved the younger man too much for his own good. He needed a plan to get him a week of rest.