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Dan Heng covers his ears as he surfs through a crowd of drunk and high late-teen-early-thirty year olds, deafening music playing so loud it shook the ground. He couldn't stand these backyard concerts, especially not when they were thrown by kids with far too much money for their own good. If all of your party guests were going to be doing acid, why be so pretentious about it? Just keep it in the basement.

March and the twins could usually count on their parents to drive them home, allowing Dan Heng to enjoy his weekends in peace and tranquility, but after an unexpected work trip pulled them away, Dan Heng had no choice but to drag himself out to play designated driver. He didn't trust any of the three of them to be making good decisions on their own, so he kept himself on standby in case anything less than desirable took place and he needed to yank one of them home by the hair.

He kept to himself most of the night, frequently stepping out to go unwind in his car before heading back in to make sure his siblings were still conscious. Any time he walks around the crowd, he keeps his head low and his face hidden on the off chance that he gets recognized as his more famous older brother (as famous as the drummer for a niche psychedelic rock band who performed in people's backyards could be). It was so incredibly like his foster siblings to purposely go to a party knowing that Dan Heng’s brother would be headlining.

His family all had some wild fascination with the guy, but Dan Heng didn't share the sentiment. They were brothers only in blood, not even knowing the other existed for a majority of their lives. He didn't trust anyone in a band named 'High Cloud', and that included his own flesh and blood.

It was a simple comfort to hear his jarring music playing, knowing he would be up on stage performing with the rest of the band, but he no longer recognizes the music blaring from the backyard, which means Dan Feng is stalking around the property somewhere. He'd give Dan Heng hell if he found out he'd been there all night without stopping in to say hello.

"I thought you looked familiar."

Dan Heng stops dead in his tracks, caught in the middle of the hallway. A man who had been walking the opposite direction of him peers down before coming to a standstill. Dan Heng looks up to face him and stiffens.

The guy was huge. Broad at the shoulders, toned in the arms, wearing an ill-fitting white shirt and ripped red jeans. He knew exactly who this man was.

Jing Yuan, High Cloud's lead vocalist.

"Hey, stranger."

Dan Heng lets out a heavy sigh. "Shit. You caught me. Where is he?"

Jing Yuan shrugs. "Beats me. Probably upstairs getting blown by his boyfriend."

Dan Heng sneers and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Disgusting, thanks. What's it going to take to buy your silence?"

Jing Yuan smirks, crossing his arms. "What's wrong? Don't want to talk with your big brother?"

"Not tonight, no. I'm the big brother right now, thank you very much, and I need to make sure my other siblings are making good decisions only, so if you'll excuse me–"

"March and Stelle are playing beer pong in the kitchen and Caelus is smoking out back. You're welcome."

Dan Heng narrows his eyes. "...Why do you know that? Are you stalking my family? Did Dan Feng–"

"Relax. They came all the way out here to see us perform. It's only natural that I keep tabs on them throughout the night."

Dan Heng nods along facetiously. "Ah, and I assume that makes me your last pit stop?"

Jing Yuan chuckles. "Everybody knows that you save the best for last."

Dan Heng stutters, lips parting and abruptly shutting before so much as a squeak comes out. "Ahem. In that case, I'm going back out to my car. Please don't tell Dan Feng I was here. You know how he gets."

Jing Yuan hums. "Oh, I know. Do you have to leave so soon, though?" Jing Yuan shifts subtly, and Dan Heng realizes that he had been slowly inching forward beyond notice up until just now. And, jeez, was Jing Yuan tall. Dan Heng's eyes were barely level with his neck.

"What else am I meant to do?" Dan Heng asks, masking his thoughts by averting his eyes from Jing Yuan's well-defined collarbones up to his eyes.

"A few things, really. Sit down. Relax. Have a drink. I was just about to go get one. Why don't you come with? I could use the company. Looks like you could, too."

"...Does Dan Feng know that you're hitting on his precious baby brother?" Dan Heng asks, crossing his arms.

"Dan Feng this, Dan Feng that. For someone who barely talks to him, you sure do talk a lot about him. Don't make your night all about that guy. How about indulging yourself, for a change?"

Dan Heng let out an exasperated sigh. "As cool as that sounds, not my style. Besides, I'm driving home, I have to be sober. So if you'll excuse me–" Dan Heng brushes past Jing Yuan, hiding a deep blush forming on his cheeks at the very notion of giving himself a break.

Jing Yuan puts a big, calloused hand on his shoulder before he makes off, stopping Dan Heng in his tracks. "Dan Heng… There are other ways to indulge besides drugs and alcohol. Why don't I show you one of them?"

… And that is how he wound up on his knees, sucking a functional stranger off in the bathroom at a party.

He was seduced, is what he'd say to anyone who had the misfortune of seeing him in this state, a hand in his pants and his lips wrapped around the head of Jing Yuan's thick cock while he carded his fingers through Dan Heng's hair, caressing his chin in his other hand.

Then again, maybe it was his fault for being easy. He couldn't be blamed for that, though. It's not his fault no one else had been so bold and direct with him before now. There was nothing more attractive than a man who could cut the bullshit and save your precious time by outright stating that he wanted to fuck you in the bathroom.

"Ooh, shit, Dan Heng. You're way better at this than your brother," Jing Yuan says breathily.

Dan Heng narrows his eyes, his teeth grazing Jing Yuan's glans.

"Shit– No, I'm sorry. I was just teasing. Your brother has never sucked my dick before. Yingxing would kill me." Dan Heng presses his teeth in just long enough for Jing Yuan to jump and tug at his hair. "I'm sorry!"

Dan Heng mumbles in disapproval, his eyes flicking towards the door. Too loud, they say.

Jing Yuan rubs the top of his head where he had tugged. "You're right. Don't mind me. I say stupid shit in front of beautiful people."

Dan Heng rolls his eyes, hollowing out his cheeks before bobbing his head. Jing Yuan gulps and his bottom lip quivers. Dan Heng takes him in down to the base, his nose tickled by curly white hairs.

He wouldn't lie, he was a bit of a weakling when it came to… Men. In a general sense. The hair, the muscles, the musk. Jing Yuan was the picture of masculinity. They had met only a handful of fleeting moments, but Dan Heng recalls being enamored by him during each one, never enough to strike up a conversation, but enough to take stock of his towering frame and soothing and angelic yet firm and powerful voice and yearn. Dan Heng's lithe figure, lean muscle and softer inflection could never compete.

Dan Heng strokes himself slowly as he laves at Jing Yuan's shaft, a hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. The tip of his cock touches the back of Dan Heng's throat, and he swallows it down, along with the urge to hurl. He liked to think he gave adequate blowjobs, but he'd never taken a cock as big as Jing Yuan's before.

"Oh, Dan Heng… After my own heart, are you?" Jing Yuan coos, stroking his cheek. "Don't forget about yourself."

Dan Heng hums over him, stroking himself with a tighter grip and increased fervor. Jing Yuan waits for him to pull his lips back to gently thrust into his mouth, running his thumb along his jaw to quell the cry he let out as the back of his throat is assaulted again.

"That's right. You're taking me so well. I'll have to repay the favor. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Dan Heng moans in approval, enthusiastically slurping down Jing Yuan's cock. Jing Yuan groans. "Easy," he lilts, pulling Dan Heng's hair back. "I'm old. You gotta' be careful with me. If I cum, I won't be able to get it back up for a while, you know."

Dan Heng grumbles, licking down his cock as he pulls his head back, guided by Jing Yuan's hands.

"And we can't have that, can we? Not before Dan Heng's had his fill," Jing Yuan taps his nose, pulling Dan Heng back up to his feet. Before Dan Heng has time to make any remark, Jing Yuan presses their lips together, backing Dan Heng into the wall.

Dan Heng grabs onto the back of his neck, brows furrowed in his resolve. Jing Yuan's tongue pushes past his lips, coaxing Dan Heng's out for a foray between their mouths. Jing Yuan's lips were thin but wide, and he always kept that resting puppy dog smile on it. It was hard to believe that he was as old as he was, sometimes. He wouldn't even believe it if his own brother wasn't the same age, but it was true. His skin had already started showing the signs, light crows feet around his eyes and wrinkles on his forehead if his eyes were anything but relaxed.

These features were most prominent up on the stage, where it'd be hardest to see them, but Dan Heng was able to witness the beauty of Jing Yuan's graceful aging up close and personal, through half lidded eyes in an impassioned kiss.

"You're a real weirdo, perving on a kid half your age, by the way," Dan Heng teases against his lips.

"And you're having sex with a stranger in a bathroom at a party. Don't act so modest," Jing Yuan shoots back. Dan Heng feels a hand drape over his rear, fingers pressing into his clothed flesh softly.

"You're not really a stranger," Dan Heng mumbles, justifying it to himself. He raises his hips up into Jing Yuan's touch, and Jing Yuan takes the opportunity to grab one of his legs by the knee and lift it to his side.

"Are you flexible, Dan Heng?" Jing Yuan asks, now distracted with pining Dan Heng's knee up to his abdomen.

"I did martial arts," Dan Heng says. Not to brag or anything.

"I see," is Jing Yuan's simple response. His hand trails lower down the back of his thigh, right up to his unzipped crotch. He spreads his fingers out, rubbing the back of his thigh. Dan Heng shudders, his exposed cock twitching. "I have a theory that your backside is nice and soft under these terrible pants. Let's test it out, yeah?"

Dan Heng blushes wildly and nods his head, and Jing Yuan lowers his leg in favor of capturing him in his embrace, traveling them towards the sink. Dan Heng turns to face him, but Jing Yuan clicks his tongue in disapproval.

"Ah ah. Turn around. Your backside is behind you, remember?"

"I– Ugh," Dan Heng grumbles, yielding to Jing Yuan's wicked desires. He turns around and leans over the sink, dropping his head into the rounded bowl. There was a mirror above the sink, one that he did not want to be looking into, right now. He looked pathetic enough as is without him seeing it personally.

He feels Jing Yuan tug at his pants, dropping them to his knees. Dan Heng feels hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks apart and gripping at his flesh. He grunts, shifting all of his weight onto one side.

"Conclusion reached. My hypothesis was correct. You have a fantastic ass, Dan Heng."

Dan Heng blushes and drops his head back into the sink.

"You're clean, right?"

Dan Heng scoffs. "I find the implication that I'm dirty quite offensive."

"Not like that, silly. Diseases, I mean. No STI's?"

"Err," Dan Heng's cheeks light up in embarrassment. "N-No."

"Could you sound a little less confident?" Jing Yuan mutters.

"Sorry. I'm embarrassed."

Jing Yuan hums. "Don't be. Everyone wants to have sex, but no one wants to talk about it. Here's a good life lesson for you; Always ask a guy if he's clean before you start sucking his dick. You never know."

"Gee, thanks, grandpa." Dan Heng rolls his eyes. They fly open once he feels a light pinch on his bare ass. "Do you have any diseases I'm not aware of?"

"You will be aware of them soon, if any," Jing Yuan laughs. His joke clearly hadn't landed the way he hoped it would have when he straightens his back out once Dan Heng whips around to scowl at him. "Ahem. Sorry. Back to this."

Jing Yuan drops onto his knees, caressing Dan Heng's flesh. He presses a kiss onto one of his soft cheeks, parting his lips to teasingly scrape his teeth against the flesh. Dan Heng trembles, his knuckles going white on the edge of the sink.

"Your hole is so cute, Dan Heng. And hairless. I'm jealous," Jing Yuan purrs.

"I get wa-aahhxed–" Dan Heng moans mid sentence as the older man's tongue licks a hot, wet stripe from his rim up to his sacrum. "Oh," he gasps, his cheek hitting against the sink faucet. He'd have time to lament how utterly dirty this thing must be later. For now, he screws his eyes shut and lavishes in the feeling of Jing Yuan's tongue on his feverish skin.

Jing Yuan hums in delight, pursing his lips on Dan Heng's hole and giving it a gentle suck before sticking his tongue out and flicking over the tight ring. Dan Heng tremors, his knees turning to jelly. Jing Yuan massages his cheeks as he spreads him as open as he'll go.

Jing Yuan tongues at his rim until he applies just enough pressure to slip inside of him. Dan Heng's eyes roll in pleasure, not having anything inside of him for a long while. Jing Yuan's tongue works his tight muscle loose, dipping in and out, encircling his rim. He spits on Dan Heng before drawing a hand up and slipping a thick thumb inside of him. Dan Heng wiggles his hips and sighs, likening himself to the feeling of the intrusion.

Jing Yuan waits until he's adjusted before fingering him nice and slowly, giving his plush cheeks cute little kitten licks. He takes his thumb out before popping his own fingers into his mouth, lathering them up in his spit before sticking two fingers in place of his thumb. Dan Heng throws his head forward and gasps, one of his legs restlessly lifting off the ground as if he were a puppet and the strings were being strummed inside of him.

Jing Yuan chuckles. "You like having your hole opened up?" Jing Yuan asks, caressing Dan Heng's restless thigh.

"Mmm–nnh!" Dan Heng nods, Jing Yuan scissoring his hole open with his fingers before slipping a third inside, padding against that one spot that really makes Dan Heng sing. "Oh, Jing Yuan," Dan Heng cries out.

"Shht," Jing Yuan whistles. "You don't want anyone hearing us now, do you?"

Dan Heng lazily flicks over to the door before dropping his heavy gaze back down into the sink. "N-No."

Jing Yuan rewards him by brushing against his prostate again, and Dan Heng sees stars. He throws his hands over his mouth, uncaring if that means he must prop his elbows up in the sink and get his sleeves wet.

"J-Jing Yuan," Dan Heng mumbles, muffled and desperate. Jing Yuan applies further pressure to the same spot, making him keen. "F-Fuckmm… Please… Fuck me."

Jing Yuan hums breathily. "I'm not sure you're ready yet, Dan Heng~" he teases.

Dan Heng looks down over his shoulder scornfully. "I'm ready," he grits, clenching his hole down around Jing Yuan's fingers.

"Ahh, okay. Don't break my brittle bones," he pleads, pulling his fingers out slowly.

Jing Yuan stands back up, and Dan Heng watches him spit into his hand before he faces forward again, body racked with anticipation.

He wiggles his backside, giving Jing Yuan something to lust over while he insists on taking his sweet time in wetting his cock.

"So needy. What's a pretty thing like you doing, begging like that?" Jing Yuan asks, harshly grabbing onto his rear with a smack.

Dan Heng jumps and stifles a whimper. "Don't make me beg, then. Just fuck me."

Jing Yuan chuckles, running his fingers over the reddening flesh of his ass. "If you say so, sweetheart." Jing Yuan mounts him, placing one hand on Dan Heng's hips while the other guides his cockhead up to Dan Heng's loosened hole.

He clenches in wanton need as soon as he feels the blunt head catch his rim, and Jing Yuan rubs his side. "Easy. It might hurt a little at first. I won't move till you–"

"Jing Yuan shut up right now and fuck me before I go find some other guy to do it for you," Dan Heng hisses.

Jing Yuan narrows his eyes, pressing in against the resistance his hole put up. "Fine. Just remember that this is what you wanted." Jing Yuan thrusts inside of him, spearing Dan Heng on his long, hard cock.

Dan Heng throws his head back and groans, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting up his spine. "Ohhhh, yes," he sighs blissfully, eyes betraying him and screwing shut.

Jing Yuan rolls his hips, his cock bearing in and out of him slowly. "Yeah? You like that?"

Dan Heng wildly nods his head. "Yes. More, Jing Yuan, God, move–!"

Jing Yuan wordlessly complies, cock thrusting into him deeper and deeper each time. Dan Heng's cock twitches with delight as that deliciously thick length tears him in two, stimulating his prostate with each slight movement. He angles his hips in such a way that there is no way to escape the overwhelming pleasure that shoots through him, knotting his gut and making his cock which hangs loose feel so heavy with need.

"Dan Heng… You're so damn tight," Jing Yuan groans, removing his hand from his cock once his pelvis hits against Dan Heng's rear with a filthy smack. It joins his other hand in gripping Dan Heng's side, dragging him along the movement of his length. "I don't know how long I can last like this."

Dan Heng moans, hips mercilessly maneuvered as if he were a sex doll, moving in tandem with Jing Yuan's cock. Drool spills from his lips as the pain was overtaken by absolute ecstasy, and he finds himself reaching back for the man's arm, something real, flesh and blood to ground himself to while he was pounded into.

"Oh, Look at you, Dan Heng," Jing Yuan commands, moving a hand up to his chin so that he could watch his own wrecked face twist with pleasure each time Jing Yuan's thrusts up into him. "Aren't you pretty?"

Dan Heng moans, his eyes rolling up into his head.

"Yeah. I agree," Jing Yuan teases, bending down to press sweet kisses into his back. Dan Heng can't get his eyes off of himself. He never thought he could make such lewd expressions and vulgar sounds. Jing Yuan just did things to him.

Dan Heng reaches down to tug at himself, his cock oversensitive and begging for release. Jing Yuan's jackrabbit speed gives, and his steady rhythm is broken as he wildly thrusts like an animal in rut. Jing Yuan closes his eyes, heady groans leaving his lips. He really was a singer, because they're the most orgasmic sounds Dan Heng has ever heard, sending shivers down his spine each time the sound fell upon his ears.

"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna– Cum. Shit– Where do you want it?" Jing Yuan asks.

"Face," Dan Heng blurts. "Cum on my face."

Jing Yuan snickers and pulls out of him in one fluid motion, making Dan Heng's knees tremble. He allows them to buckle, turning around with his tongue out for Jing Yuan. He strokes himself the rest of the way to completion, shooting his load onto Dan Heng's lips. Dan Heng tries to catch as much as he can, but it's only inevitable that some winds up on his cheek.

Jing Yuan let out a long, contented sigh as his chest heaved, holding Dan Heng's face lovingly as his own spend dripped down his cheek.

"Wow. I didn't expect anything like that out of a guy like you," Jing Yuan chuckles.

Dan Heng whimpers, leaning back to relieve his cock from the friction of his shirt as he hunches over.

"I've got you, sweetheart," Jing Yuan whispers, leaning down and hooking his arm under Dan Heng's armpits, bringing him back up to his feet. "You did so well, you deserve this," he says, wrapping his still-wet digits around Dan Heng's cock.

Dan Heng threw his head back, protected from a collision with the wall only by Jing Yuan's embrace. He began to vigorously stroke Dan Heng's cock, making him whimper and squirm. "Oh, Jing– Jing Yuan," Dan Heng pleads, looking up at him through heavy lids. "Please. Oh, please–" Dan Heng's tongue rolls out of his mouth. Jing Yuan gingerly slips a hand under him, snaking between his cheeks and entering his raw and used hole. Dan Heng's eyes go white as Jing Yuan searches for his prostate, Dan Heng's body jerking uselessly once he does.

The pleasure is too much for him. Oh, gods, he was so close. He grips onto Jing Yuan's wrists, silently screaming as stars pass through his blackened vision.

"That's it. Cum for me, Dan Heng," Jing Yuan whispers low and husky into his ear.

It's the final push he needs. Dan Heng's body goes taut, gut twisting with pleasure as he reaches his climax, spend spurting out onto Jing Yuan's hand as he strokes him through it.

"Ooh– Fuck. Fuck," Dan Heng moans, drawn out and trilling. Jing Yuan releases his cock, holding Dan Heng close to his chest as he collapses onto him boneless.

Jing Yuan just holds him there for a while, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and rubbing his arms to keep him stimulated while he slowly descends. Dan Heng groans, wrapping his arms around Jing Yuan's shoulders until he gets the hint and pulls Dan Heng's pants back up before propping him up on the sink.

Dan Heng couldn't help it. He loved lots of touching and kissing after sex, but Jing Yuan was too damn tall for that. All of this was his ploy to get higher up than him and force him to tilt his head up for Dan Heng to kiss him. Jing Yuan rests his hands over his thighs and indulges the needy boy in all of the kisses and kitten licks he so desires.

Eventually, Jing Yuan's pants find their way back up, and Dan Heng comes back to his senses with the crushing realization that he's still very much so in somebody's bathroom, at somebody else's party… Fucking a certain somebody else's bandmate.

"Shit," he breathes, slowly climbing down from the countertop with Jing Yuan's help. "I should probably… Look for my siblings. They're probably wondering why I'm not in the car sulking," Dan Heng says, clearing his throat and looking away.

"Oh, of course. I should probably check on everyone else, too. We were supposed to– err… Engage in group therapy after the performance. I shouldn't have kept them waiting so long, but I couldn't help myself. I'm a weak man, Dan Heng."

Dan Heng rolls his eyes. "'Group therapy?' Just say you were going to get high," he chides, shaking his head.

"Fine. I was going to go get high. You're more than welcome to join us, you know," Jing Yuan offers.

Dan Heng grimaces. "Well. Again, cool and fun as that sounds, I'll pass. I don't want to have to explain to Dan Feng why I'm smoking."

Jing Yuan chortles, walking Dan Heng towards the door. "Worth a shot. This was fun, though, no? We should do it again sometime~"

Instead of his usual scowl, a small smile creeps across his lips.

"Yeah, we'll see."

Jing Yuan opens the bathroom door and gestures out for Dan Heng. Dan Heng rolls his eyes and turns to the doorway, but before he gets anywhere, he freezes in place.

"Oh shit."

Jing Yuan hums inquisitively and peers down the door, and he too goes rigid.

Standing right outside the door, arms crossed together with a deeply irked frown on his face while his aforementioned boyfriend draped an arm over his shoulders and avoided eye contact with the guilty parties, whistling knowingly in anticipation of the impending disaster… is the man of the hour.

Dan Feng.

"So… Which one of you is going to start explaining first?"