ZHEN LONG
"…So I'll be staying with Lang at the lab."
I exhaled. Long and ragged.
"Okay " I forced out. Making sure my voice did not crack.
"Go sleep over at Ruiqing's if you won't be okay on your own." He added, as if sensing my turmoil.
"No, no" I cleared my throat. " It's fine… I'll be fine." I reassured. Although I knew I wouldn't be. How could it be fine without him?
"Good. Goodnight then." He replied. His voice calm and crisp.
"Goodni—" The line went dead before I could finish my sentence.
I shoved my phone forcefully into my pocket. My jaw clenched tightly until I could feel my teeth retracting into my gums.
I snatched my keys from the valet, not bothering to tip, as I threw myself behind the wheels, backing from the driveway of the 'DELUXE' building.
My hand tightened around the steering wheel.
'Mr Zhen, Ren won't be coming tonight either.' The memory flashed my mind.
I let out a ragged breath. Tugging harshly at my tie.
'Mr Zhen, is there any problem between you and Ren? If he did anything wrong, I apologize on his behalf.'
I closed my eyes for a second. Blinking away the tears that had began to well in my eyes.
Nothing is going my way. I thought.
'I won't be coming home. Lang is sick.' The memory sliced through my mind like a hot blade. I tried to even out my breathing as the weight on my chest grew heavier and heavier.
Was Lang more important than me?!
Yichen is not coming home.
This was the first time in fifteen years. How was I going to make it without him.
Yichen is not coming home.
The air in the car seemed warmer. Too warm.
Yichen is not coming home.
I pulled my car to the side of the road, needing fresh air. Panic gripping me by the throat.
'Long, son, we're going for a friend's wedding in Paris.' My mother's soft voice rang in my ears.
'Mom, dad. Will you be back today?' My mother chuckled, pinching my nose. 'Silly boy. We'll be back around this time tomorrow. Right honey?' She asked, turning to my father.
'Yes. We're staying over tonight. Be good while we're gone. Take care of your little sister.' My little hand waved as their car drove away from view.
"Mom, dad! I was a good boy. Why didn't you come back?" I sat on the floor beside my car, as more and more cars whisked by.
I didn't care about them.
My breaths came out heavy, like I had just ran a marathon. I tried to calm myself.
Yichen will be back tomorrow.
He said so himself.
Yichen doesn't lie.
I felt my breathing begin to even out.
But mom and dad didn't come back…
Suddenly, my heart rate picked up again. I opened my mouth as my breath began to seize in my throat.
No!
Yichen will be back.
Yichen will be back
Yichen will be back
I repeated to myself.
It was then that I started to feel the cool air on my skin.
Yichen will be—
I need to be near him!
I slipped into my driver's seat and slammed the car door shut, stepping on the gas. Within minutes, I was parked in the driveway of our house.
Not bothering to lock my car, I rushed in. The mix of coffee and chocolate scent immediately enveloped me.
I could feel the hairs of my skin stand up.
I walked up the stairs, the scent getting stronger and stronger.
My ache getting more and more intense.
I shrugged off my suit jacket. I needed to feel closer.
I popped one button of my shirt. Then another. Then another, until my stomach and chest lay bare.
At the bedroom door, I sent my nose to the handle. Yichen touched this. I breathed in. I exhaled. My throat rumbled.
I needed more.
I burst into the room, my eyes on the bed we shared. On his spot.
I shrugged off my shirt.
Carefully crawling to his side. Everything belonging to Yichen was too precious to be treated without care.
The fabric of the bedsheets melted on my skin. His scent was everywhere. He was everywhere. On the pillows. In the mattress. On the nightstand. In the covers.
I wrapped myself in him.
Yichen! I gasped, feeling his arms wrap around me.
Then my eyes fell on the washing machine through the gap in the bathroom door.
An image of Yichen, from this morning, throwing his clothes in and rushing out after a call appeared in my mind.
I crawled towards it, too weak to walk on my feet. I opened up the cover, revealing his still unwashed laundry. Perfect.
In a haste, my fingers dove into the small pile, throwing the clothes all over me as I searched. Like my life, my sanity depended on it. And maybe it did.
I knew it was there.
I saw him throw it in. Right before he got the call from Ruiqing.
Then it popped up. The dark blue Calvin Klein brand, lining the rim. I pulled out the elastic material and my knees buckled, no longer able to carry my weight.
I collapsed on the floor with a thud, but I felt nothing.
I opened up the piece of underwear in front of me and my body quivered.
I felt the zip of my trousers trailing downward as the bulge in the area lifted exponentially.
I grabbed onto the boxers with an yearning. The soft fabric crumpling between my fingers.
"Yichen" I whispered, bringing it to my face.
I inhaled. My chest rose in hicks. My eyes glazed over.
I pulled my tongue out. Just a taste. The salty taste invaded my senses. I reveled in it.
I could no longer sit up right. My back slipped, falling flat on the cold tiles.
My mouth began to salivate as I brought the fabric between my teeth, sucking out the rich flavor.
I hungrily latched onto it, scraping it for all it's worth.
Yichen.
I yearned to feel him all over my body.
Yichen.
I brought it to my neck. I felt his lips there. Oh, his ever so soft lips. Sucking on my neck, like it was his first meal after a long fast.
Yichen.
His tongue travelled down my chest, settling on my nipple. His teeth bit hard.
Ah Yichen!
My body unraveled. His magical tongue traced down my torso. My stomach shivered. I sucked up more of the juices and my eyes rolled tk my skull.
He pulled down my pants, my boxers followed. My charged up length bounced up. Already leaking.
I squeezed my butt tightly as his mouth circled around my top. The heat from his breath. His tongue flicking the tip. I lost my mind.
Oh Yichen, you're so good.
Then he began pumping. Up and down. Faster. Hungrily. With expertise. Like he had done it a hundred times before. Like it was his favorite thing to do.
I growled. My body shook. I threw my head back. As he delivered his delicious torture.
His hands glided up my body. Squeezing my chest. Choking me. Like he owned me.
And he did.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair, guiding his head. Lower. Deeper.
His throat wretched every time I was in deep but he kept scrambling for more. Oh that beautiful sound. He huffed, grabbing my waist tightly as he took more of me into his mouth.
Ah ah ah!
I pumped harder into him, tightening my hold on his hair, his Adam's apple bopping as he swallowed some of my juices which had began to drip.
I'm getting close, Yichen!
He spared me no mercy. His pace increased. Slosh sounds following his every move.
Ahhh!
I couldn't hold it in
Ahhh!
My body stiffened. Then I jerked, sucking in sharp breaths as the thick fluid uncontrollably pumped out of my tip, dripping down my length.
My shoulders tensed, my hand froze as my body settled. The elastic piece of fabric collected the aftermath of my exercise.
I collapsed on the floor, my body spent. My eyes closed as I felt my member slowly come to a rest on my thigh.
Thank you, my anchor.
My Yichen.
The whir of the AC filled my ears, and before I knew it, I was drifting into a blissful sleep.