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When the very proper man, and even more proper soldier that Jiyan was, came knocking on his bedroom door with a deep frown etched between eyebrows and urgency in voice, Geshu Lin had no reason to believe that the matter Jiyan brought with him was anything less than important.
“A word, Geshu Lin, if I may?”
The question did nothing but quickly raised an alarm in his head, and just like that, Geshu Lin abandoned his plan on using his very rare and very well-earned day off all to himself. He nodded and he waited with bated breath, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage, faster and only faster still as the young general stepped past the threshold of the room and closed the door behind him.
Just what kind of news did Jiyan bear that the privacy was warranted? He couldn’t even begin to imagine.
“Speak.”
It was a heartbeat too late when he remembered to hold back his tongue, him no longer of the higher ranked between them. Old habit, he justified himself before trying again—“General, you may speak,” was the best he could do—and chagrined by his own effort.
Luckily for him, Jiyan didn’t look like he minded anyway; whatever currently occupying the younger man’s mind was a more pressing matter than caring for the lack of manner Geshu Lin was showing. He could even claim that his disregard of propriety might’ve helped the other into putting together a sentence.
Jiyan swallowed, the protrusion on his neck moved up and down as he did, and the seriousness on his face didn’t lessen one bit. “Geshu Lin, would it be too much to ask you a favour?”
“A favour?”
“A favour.”
His face scrunched in consideration. There were indeed some things that he could do—some that only he could do—although why Jiyan even wanted his help specifically remained a mystery. But he definitely could find out, so that wasn’t a problem.
“A favour,” he hummed, “Sure. I don’t see why not.”
The general’s tense shoulders relaxed for a bit, relieved by his answer, and in turn, his relief eased Geshu Lin’s racing heart into steadily slowing back down to its usual rhythm again.
It seemed Jiyan’s anxiety was more towards his reaction than the nature of this visit. What a waste of adrenaline, but he supposed it was better than what he was expecting.
“So, what kind of favour?”
Jiyan’s body tensed again while his mouth opened and closed in hesitance; it was sending quite the mixed signals, to be honest.
So, was it important? Was it not? Was it a mix of both?
“General, I won’t know what you want unless you talk.”
The hesitant silence continued for a few more second, and he was starting to run out fo patience until finally Jiyan’s voice found its way back into his throat. “On a second thought,” the man cleared his throat, “Perhaps another time.”
Unbelievable.
“You’re already here,” he groaned, “Out with it.”
“It’s not important. It can definitely wait.”
Well, now he was annoyed. And curious. The two states of mind didn’t mix very well.
“If it’s not important, don’t hold it off for another day. An actually important thing might come up.”
“Then just consider this conversation never happened. My apology for disturbing your day off. Rest well, Geshu Lin.”
The loud thud of his hand hitting the door surprised even himself—he didn’t mean to put so much force behind it—but he wasn’t about to let Jiyan get away after wasting his time like this. The shock factor added on top of the physical barricade his limb provided was welcomed, nonetheless.
Swiftly, he locked the door before Jiyan could brute-force his way out, and he threw the key away into a random direction just as a double measure.
“There. You’re not getting out before you come clean.”
“I… it’s really—”
“Not important, yes, you made that very clear already. So, tell me what is this unimportant thing that you deemed worthy of wasting my time for.”
“I’m really sorry about that.”
“General, don’t make me repeat myself.”
Five seconds exactly before the young general finally sighed in resignation and withdrew his hand from the doorknob that wouldn’t turn anyway.
“Geshu Lin.”
“Hm.”
“Can you genuinely promise you won’t see me as anything less after this?”
“Depends. What’s the nature of this matter?”
“Sexual.”
“…Huh.” That was a lot more straightforward than he was expecting, as well as answered the necessity of his involvement more than he thought it should. “Well—that’s… I, uh, no. I mean, do you see me less after seeing the kind of things that get me off?”
He didn’t even why he even resorted to degrading himself like this just to prove a point.
His face felt just a little too hot for comfort, and he studied Jiyan’s own, hoping the embarrassment was mutual—because at least he wouldn’t be the only one suffering—but there was only that serious frown between Jiyan’s eyebrows.
Well, what a stalwart man.
“Jiyan, say something.”
“…That’s a relief.”
“Say something else.”
The man nodded, then without any added pause, he said, “Do you mind stepping on me?”
If there was ever any time more proper to question whether he was a bad influence for Jiyan, then this was probably one of such time.
“I might’ve heard you wrong. What was that again?”
“Geshu Lin, do you mind stepping on me?”
“In anger or…?”
“I wouldn’t want to actually anger you. Ah, but if you could perhaps look at me in disgust while stepping on me, I would prefer that.”
There must be something wrong with this person, Geshu Lin thought. It took Jiyan almost angering him to even admit the kind of favour he was asking, but sharing the details like this was fine? And with such serious face too.
He felt a little faint, and honestly, right now, he really was the one who actually wanted to get out of the room to avoid the awkwardness brewing in the air. Why did he close his one escape route earlier? He wouldn’t have done that if he’d known this was how the event would unfold.
“I need a moment,” he quietly exclaimed, turning on his heels and making his way towards the part of the room furthest from the spot the shocking conversation took place. Naturally, it was the bed, its edge providing just enough comfort for Geshu Lin to sit on as he pondered—in daze, confusion, and also, admittedly, arousal—just what he was going to do next.
The momentary solitude didn’t last very long though, only as long as it took for Jiyan to chase after him.
“Geshu Lin, are you alright?”
Jiyan approached with worry, but his steps halted merely a feet away from the bed, stopped by a dull pressure pressing against his stomach. Looking down, the embarrassment finally caught up to him, at last.
“Don’t come closer,” Geshu Lin hissed, pushing his toes harder into the taut muscles of Jiyan’s abdomen. “This is the worst.”
“I—”
“Shut up.”
He obliged.
“I thought I’d finally have some rest today since you keep nagging me, but here you are. What were you thinking?”
Jiyan kept his mouth sealed, part wanting to make sure if the question was rhetorical, part being too distracted by his own circumstance.
“Well? I’m waiting.”
Not rhetorical then.
“I was curious.”
“Wow, what an exemplary answer. I feel honoured to be a part of this experiment.”
The pressure retreated, and as it eased, so was the little excitement fluttering in his belly, at least until Geshu Lin swung his leg, hooking it behind Jiyan’s knees and effectively felling him down with that one motion.
Jiyan didn’t even have the time to react to the pain, the same foot already landed on his chest, its sole pressed flush against his ribs, almost knocking the air out of his lungs. It lingered there, twitching ever so slightly, before trailing down his torso, settling on his thigh.
He looked up and was greeted by a frowning face framed in white strands of hair. Disgust—just as he had requested earlier—filled the sharp eyes scrutinising him.
“I woke up so early just to be used as a lab rat for a sick pervert,” Geshu Lin sighed, lifting his foot only to place it back down right after, heel pressing into the growing bulge between Jiyan’s legs. “Is this what you want?”
Stuttered sigh slipped from between his lips. For a moment, he stayed still, trying to decide whether he liked this or not and quickly realising that there wasn’t really any need to question it when his body was behaving the way it did.
“Just get it over with.” The snarl would’ve been so worrying if it wasn’t for the smallest hint of smirk he managed to catch a glimpse at lifting the corners of Geshu Lin’s lips ever so slightly.
“If I may, Geshu Lin.”
“Go ahead. What’s stopping you? Shame?”
Carefully, as if the limb would retreat if he moved too fast, Jiyan wrapped his fingers around the strong ankle, fixing it in place before slowly lifting his hips, grinding against the hard heel. He swallowed, once or twice, nearly choking on his own breath when Geshu Lin twisted his foot without warning.
His reaction earned him a disgusted scoff, followed by more force added into the pressure. He pulled the the ankle away to relieve himself of the contact tethering between pain and pleasure, but Geshu Lin was generous in a way that was almost too much, using his toes to caress the damp spot forming on Jiyan’s slacks.
“Don’t be shy. Use my foot however you want.”
And, oh, how the venomous words riled him up, the desire twisting in his stomach, and the audacity he didn’t know he possessed.
Jiyan leaned forwards and placed the idle foot on his crotch again, strained breaths and soft gasps spilling from his mouth as he rocked himself. Cautious but not at all afraid, his free hand slid up Geshu Lin’s leg while his eyes kept a close attention to the man’s face, noting every twitch, every line, every single change of emotion flashing across it.
When he thought he’d found what he was looking for, he dared himself to inch closer and closer towards his lover’s thighs, so close he could smell the arousal seeping from under the layer of fabric strained by the hardness it confined. His fingers hooked into the hem of Geshu Lin’s pants, pulling it down until the restrained cock sprung free, hitting his cheek and smearing clear liquid across his skin.
“And just what do you think you are doing?”
“Pleasing you.”
“Did I say you were allowed to?”
The ankle in his grip flailed around until his hand failed to contain it. Freed out of the shackles of his fingers, Geshu Lin brought his foot up and kicked him on the shoulder, pushing him away from the obvious display of desire betraying the disgust dripping from Geshu Lin’s every word.
“Know your place.”
So pretty and so inviting to be debauched, Geshu Lin’s body trembled under Jiyan’s disobedient touch audaciously gracing his ribs, brushing across the perk nubs faintly peeking under his shirt.
“Jiyan…!”
“Geshu Lin, forgive me,” he muttered, grabbing the foot resting on his shoulder and brought it to his mouth. A bite, and he was rewarded by a sharp gasp and the opportunity to close the distance between them, and he did exactly that, wedging himself between the other’s trembling thighs, his mouth latching onto the bare neck glistening with sweat.
“Stop this, Jiyan, this isn’t what you say you were curious about!”
“I never said what exactly it was, Geshu Lin.”
“You—!”
The way any insult that Geshu Lin was about to throw died down in his throat was very rewarding, and Jiyan let himself fell on top of the struggling body, his lips kissed and his teeth nipped on every inch of skin he could reach.
His curiosity sated, and his desire was only about to be.
“As I thought,” he sighed into the ear reddening from his bite, “I like seeing you humiliated better after all.”
“…You’re sick,” Geshu Lin managed to say, in a manner between a growl and a mewl, his hands desperately clawing and tugging at Jiyan back to put whatever distance he could between them, and that wasn’t saying much. He was in disbelief—at how Jiyan was able to admitted that in all seriousness and at how well his own body reacted to such admission.
“Say it again.”
“You—you’re sick beyond belief!”
And Jiyan smiled at the insult, propping himself up with his arms just so he could see clearly the way Geshu Lin would break under him.
“And what does that make you?”