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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      19天_-_Old先_|_19_Days_-_Old_Xian
  Relationship:
      He_Tian/Mo_Guan_Shan
  Character:
      He_Tian, Mo_Guan_Shan_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-15 Words: 2481
****** elbrus ******
by Aufkurs
Summary
     202.5. Literally just diving into it with no buildup, why not.
Mo Guan Shan hated He Tian.
All he'd ever wanted was to be normal, but his life never quite worked out that
way. He wanted a normal family, two parents, a nice house. He wanted to get
along with people at school, make a few decent friends. He wanted to get a
girlfriend, get married, have some kids later on in life for his mom to spoil.
(She'd made a small request, once, after his father was gone. Mo Guan Shan
could never forget it.)
Destiny, it seemed, had other plans. His parents lost the restaurant, forcing
them into a small apartment. His father was arrested. He became an outcast at
school. As for girls... well, something had to be wrong with Mo Guan Shan. He
would look at girls and feel absolutely nothing. But when he looked at He
Tian...
He Tian had barreled into his life without warning, pulling no punches, a
freight train with a course set beyond anyone's perceptions. Mo Guan Shan felt
nothing, again, when looking at the crowd of girls that followed He Tian.
But when Mo Guan Shan looked at him, he felt something, something so very
strong. It was instantaneous, like someone kicked him in the gut, knocking his
entire being off balance. He'd stomped that feeling out before it even had a
chance to come alive and settled back onto something much more familiar, much
easier: hatred.
(He would never admit it, not to himself or anyone else, but that hatred wasn't
directed at He Tian in any way whatsoever. It was directed at himself, for
being unable to face the feelings He Tian gave him.)
He hated He Tian even more when the other boy was obnoxious enough to show up
at his home, obnoxious enough to practically trick him into playing basketball
after dinner.
Obnoxious enough to trip and fall on top of Mo Guan Shan in the middle of
another game.
"Just a moment..."
Mo Guan Shan froze, his anxious shivering coming to an immediate halt when he
heard the way He Tian's voice cracked. If he hadn't been paying attention, he
would have missed it in an instant. (Mo Guan Shan was constantly zeroed in on
He Tian the same way a drowning man would desperately follow the song of a
siren, despite the fact that he wasn't fully aware of this fact himself.)
Suddenly, he felt overbeared upon and overwhelmed in every single one of his
senses.
He saw only He Tian, moisture beading off his strong shoulders, surrounding
him, skin shiny even in the moonlight. He felt He Tian against his chest, hot
and heavy and what should have been disgustingly sweaty. He smelled He Tian,
every breath lacking oxygen and instead being made up entirely of the other
boy's scent. He heard He Tian, only He Tian, the waver of his voice echoing
through his skull long after he'd gone silent.
It was too much, too heavy, an unavoidable heat beginning to build inside his
very core. Shifting his hips unconsciously, Mo Guan Shan couldn't even think of
hiding the sigh that snuck out of him, startling even himself.
The soft sound made He Tian move, finally, and Mo Guan Shan felt like Altas
being relieved of the weight of the world after centuries. He Tian propped
himself up on one elbow, staring down at the redhead with an inscrutable
expression. (No, that was a lie. Mo Guan Shan might play ignorant, but he could
recognize an old, scarred up pain when he saw it.)
"Did you...?" He Tian started to ask a question before his eyes drifted down
and away from his face, past Mo Guan Shan's chest, past the hem of his black
tank, finally stopping where their hips were still pressed up against each
other.
In that moment, Mo Guan Shan wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow
him whole, never to be seen again. His cheeks flushed more than they ever had
before in his life, and he quickly lifted his hands to cover his face. Not
quick enough to hide it before He Tian noticed, however.
Suddenly, he felt the pressure of He Tian's torso against his chest again,
choking the air out of him. He Tian's hands were grappling at his wrists,
pulling them away, using the brute force that he'd come to associate with He
Tian. Mo Guan Shan's face was twisted up in disgust, and he was absolutely too
petrified to open his eyes.
"Look at me," He Tian demanded, the familiar note of command in his voice. Mo
Guan Shan felt himself begin to shake again, but he swallowed and did as he was
told.
He Tian was smiling above him, that awful, obnoxious, almost princely smile of
his. (The one that made Mo Guan Shan want to both viciously kick his perfect
teeth in and also spend the rest of his life staring at in awe.)
"You motherfucker, don't you dare tell any--" Mo Guan Shan shouted, too loud
for such close proximity, thrashing fruitlessly up against the taller boy,
trying to push him off.
Before he could say anything more, one of He Tian's hands left go of his wrist,
only to shove against his mouth suddenly. His palm was flat against Mo Guan
Shan's lips, forcing his protests to come out only as indecipherable muffled
sounds. He Tian's expression had shifted from one of amusement to fierce focus,
and Mo Guan Shan was shivering again, but not out of fear this time.
"You should stop now," He Tian said, voice serious and sharp, staring hard at
Mo Guan Shan until he finally stopped thrashing and mouthing words against his
hand. Mo Guan Shan's pulse was racing and his head was swimming from lack of
air by the time He Tian took his hand away. Slowly, painfully slowly, He Tian
lowered his hand until his palm rested on the small exposed patch of pale skin
between his tank and the hem of his sweatpants. Mo Guan Shan sucked in a breath
and bit his lip to keep from shouting again, He Tian still staring at him but
not stopping.
Mo Guan Shan was scared to break eye contact with He Tian as his hand trailed
lower, tracing the fine line of his hip bone peeking out from his pants, moving
further to brush softly against his thigh through the white fabric. These
gentle touches were agony, entirely unfamiliar, and Mo Guan Shan couldn't help
but cry out as his body reacted of its own accord. He turned his head away,
screwing his eyes shut again.
"St- stop, please," he said with a shaky exhale, unable to catch his breath as
he buried the side of his face into the grass, the suffocating air around He
Tian being replaced by the strong smell of earth. Immediately the pressure of
He Tian's hand was gone, followed by his entire torso, and in the absence Mo
Guan Shan suddenly felt cold down to the marrow of his bones. He knew what he'd
said but he was still surprised at the sudden response, causing him to open his
eyes slightly to gauge He Tian's reaction.
He Tian had shifted to sit back on his heels, still towering over Mo Guan Shan
but with more considerable distance between them. His eyes still had the same
focus behind them but it was muted, somehow. (Mo Guan Shan would realize later
that He Tian's breath was just as labored as his own.)
"I-- I want- I didn't mean-" Mo Guan Shan mumbled, his tongue suddenly feeling
like a block of cement in his mouth. These words caused He Tian to frown, and
Mo Guan Shan raised a hand up in defiance. "Back then, when I said you
disgusted me, I didn't mean..."
("I didnt mean you, it was myself, it was always myself.")
"I don't care about then," He Tian didn't give him a chance to finish,
expression still marred by a frown, but not looking away from the redhead.
"Forget then. What do you want now?"
That softness from before was replaced by He Tian's normal serrated edges,
words demanding, eyes cold and unforgiving. Mo Guan Shan knew what he wanted,
but even now, could never say the words aloud.
He Tian stared; Mo Guan Shan looked away. (He could feel his gaze bore into
him.) A beat passed, maybe two, possibly three.
"Don't stop," he managed to get out, still awkwardly sprawled out on the grass
beneath He Tian.
He waited for a response, and it felt like He Tian left him tied up and
dangling from a chain, exposed against a cliffside for eternity before he heard
the boy above him begin to shift.
Without warning, He Tian was smothering him again, his hands touching him
seemingly everywhere at once. Mo Guan Shan cried out in alarm when he felt his
mouth at the crook of his neck, teeth razor sharp and demanding against soft
skin. He didn't realize he'd reached up, both his hands grasping at He Tian's
black hair, pulling too hard and causing him to growl out a dispute. He Tian's
hands were rough as he palmed the front of his pants, causing Mo Guan Shan's
body to immediately react, blood pooling to his groin.
Mo Guan Shan exhaled with a groan, burying his face into He Tian's shoulder and
bucking up into the touch, his cock tenting his pants and straining painfully
against the fabric. He felt more than heard He Tian's pleased chuckle as He
Tian moved his hand and snuck it down and under the hem of his pants, fingers
easily finding the sweltering hot skin beneath. He Tian moved his mouth from Mo
Guan Shan's throat, down to kiss his collarbone, then kiss a nipple, stopping
at his lower ribs only when Mo Guan Shan pulled more fiercely at his hair.
He Tian stared up at him, somehow managing to look indignant even with his
pitch black hair in his eyes and a blush across his pale cheeks. "What?"
"No, that-- don't do that-" Mo Guan Shan's mind was filled with too many
thoughts, too many words, and he couldn't distinguish up from down if his life
depended on it. He Tian's expression darkened into something unfamiliar before
Mo Guan Shan rushed his words. "That, that's gross, isn't it?"
He Tian didn't respond with anything more than a sinful, inhuman grin, baring
far more teeth than necessary. It should have scared Mo Guan Shan, but instead
he felt himself grow impossibly harder in He Tian's hand.
In a rough, hurried motion, He Tian lowered Mo Guan Shan's sweatpants, forcing
them past his pointed knees and carelessly letting the fabric pool at his
ankles. The sight stopped the breath in Mo Guan Shan's throat - He Tian, warm
and still glistening with sweat, looking so pleased with himself, wrapping his
long fingers around Mo Guan Shan's swollen cock and dipping his head ever so
slightly to press his lips against the tip.
(It was heavenly, even if it made Mo Guan Shan feel like he was going to Hell.)
He Tian's mouth was wicked not just in words but also in actions, he soon found
out, feeling more overwhelmed than ever as He Tian striped the underside of his
cock with a long, languid lick, from base to tip before taking as much into his
warm mouth as he could fit. He Tian knew Mo Guan Shan's own reactions better
than he did himself, soon finding himself tangling his hands in He Tian's hair,
pulling harder than he realized as He Tian's head bobbed up and down in a
steady rhythm.
He Tian hummed in protest, sending shivers shooting through Mo Guan Shan's
core. He Tian gave a rough squeeze to his inner thigh and Mo Guan Shan let go
suddenly, fingers grappling and digging in the grass at his side instead.
Half exhausted from the games of basketball, and brimming with inexperience and
shock, it wasn't long before Mo Guan Shan felt himself nearing the edge of
bliss. He Tina's mouth was so warm, and soft, and he knew just how to make Mo
Guan Shan's hands bunch up into fists. He didn't want it to be over so soon--
"He Tian," Mo Guan Shan breathed out a warning, feeling himself tremor, his gut
feeling like a spring wound too tight and ready to burst. He looked down the
expanse of He Tian's back, muscles lean and shifting slowly as he worked his
mouth up and down his cock with utmost attention. He Tian looked up, dark eyes
meeting his, and Mo Guan Shan knew that he couldn't handle him much longer. "He
Tian, I can't--"
He choked on the rest of his words, but he didn't really need to say anything
more. He Tian lowered his mouth down to the base of Mo Guan Shan's cock, nose
brushing the soft amber hair, causing the redhead to cry out and buck into the
encompassing heat. He Tian made a muffled noise, moving his hands to hold him
in place as his hips stuttered.
Mo Guan Shan bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, all his senses coming
together too much and too strong before the feeling of release flooded out
everything with static noise, everything except He Tian.
He Tian coughed and sputtered, doing his best to swallow as Mo Guan Shan
twitched and climaxed down his throat. It wasn't long before he pulled away
slowly to catch his breath, wiping the stickiness from his mouth with the back
of his hand.
Even looking this messy and ragged, Mo Guan Shan couldn't believe how He Tian
managed to look like that. His black hair was sticking to his damp forehead,
dark eyes still piercing through low eyelids. Mo Guan Shan had to force himself
to break eye contact, his gaze traveling down He Tian's flush and sweat slicked
chest, stopping at the taller boy's obvious arousal left completely ignored.
"He Tian, I-" Mo Guan Shan reached a hand out to touch He Tian's chest before
suddenly being interrupted by a shrill ring. He nearly jumped out of his skin,
but all He Tian responded with was a soft hum as he reached into his pocket.
"Mmm, the ever needy Jian Yi," he explained, looking at his cellphone with
something akin to boredom. He cleared his throat as his eyes flickered back to
Mo Guan Shan and he smiled as he answered. "Hey, what's up. No... we were just
playing basketball..."
Mo Guan Shan fell back against the grass, lifeless and limp. He heard He Tian
laugh. "Ah yeah, we're still playing if you want to join us! Bring two drinks!
Zhan Zheng Xi is joining us."
Mo Guan Shan had to admit, he didn't hate He Tian at all.
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