“We won’t fault you for napping as long as you don’t snore,” Qi quips.
I roll my eyes because I know he doesn’t actually mean it. With how busy all four of our schedules are, having time to do these all-day movie marathons is excessively rare, one of the biggest reasons I caved when I remembered I had already agreed to this one. However, enjoying a single movie, or an episode or two of a TV show after dinner, isn’t all that rare.
For the first few weeks after Qiang started to go to therapy, they were emotionally exhausted. They were usually either sleeping or crying at the drop of a hat and very churlish about that because they hate crying. They also got very dependent on touch. Mostly with Qi, but when Qi was wrapped up in Tristan, Qiang would curl up against me. I absolutely loved those moments because, even though I knewthey came from a place of friendship and seeking comfort, I also knew the trust and comfort they found in me to do so.
The couple of hours that we manage to steal a few times a week for a movie before bed are some of my favorites because Qiang usually lies their head in my lap or against my shoulder while I run my fingers through their hair. And because of the exhaustion, they almostalwaysfall asleep on me. There’s definitely been more than one occasion when I carried them to bed and tucked them in, rather than needlessly waking them after whatever we were watching ended.
It’s not rare at all for Qi to turn around and find Qiang sleeping, and instead of getting disgruntled, he usually turns the TV down a bit and makes sure everyone stays quiet so Qiang can rest that much longer.
So even though I know Qi definitely inherited the same snark Qiang did, I also know that when it counts, he doesn’t actually mean it.
However, whether he means it or not, if he’s gonna dish it out…
I open my mouth to respond to Qi’s quip, but Qiang must have sensed my intent to push Qi’s buttons, because instead of words coming out of my mouth, it’s a hiss as they dig their nails into the meat of my thigh.
I’d love to say the hiss was a sound of pain and discontent, but the fact that my cock went from stirring with interest to being fully invested says otherwise, which is surprising because pain is usually a hard no for me. Evidently, Qiang is just going to rewire my brain and my body in more ways than I imagined. Thank fuck there’s a blanket over us.
The blanket’s necessity remains solid throughout most of the rest of the day because once Qiang realized they could tease me like this, they didn’t let up.
Their fingers tickled my inner thigh, grazed my sack, a cursory finger would make a suggestive pass along the length of my cock, or a thumb would put pressure on the head. And it didn’t help at all that their breathing would become stilted and heavy when they readjusted or moved; sometimes their eyes would flutter closed as though theywere in ecstasy, and random shivers would rack through their body, telling me they were just as into the tease as I was.
Needless to say, I ended up spending the bulk of the day uncomfortably hard.
Luckily, no one made any mention of leaving the couch, or the safety of the blanket, as dinner was ordered and eaten in the living room, while we finished–what Qiang promised–is the last movie of the night. By the time the movie ended and Qi and Tristan descended to the dungeon from whence they came and fucked up my plans for the day, I was barely more than a jumbled-up mess of horny nerves.
I don’t know what expression is on my face, but Qiang raises an eyebrow as if they’re challenging me, which isreallythe final straw. I lean down and gaze intensely at them, hoping my eyes express what’s about to come.
“One,” I growl out in warning.
Qiang curls their lip between their teeth as they take me in.
“Two.”
And with an adorable yelp, they are off the couch and running towards the stairs. I let them get to the bottom of them before I’m up and loping after them.
If I thought for a moment they might not be into the chase, the fact that they don’t even look down their side of the hall before sprinting straight to my room was all I needed to squash the notion.
Their eyes are wild and so incredibly turned on when I crash through the door and slam it shut behind me. There’s a tangible silence where the only thing that can be heard is the heavy breath between us as the tension builds until it snaps.
In a flurry of limbs, their mouth is on mine, and their legs are around my waist as we crash land on the bed amidst a spell of giggles and tongues wrestling.
NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU
Qiang’s POV
“You teased meallfucking day,” Marcus growls against my skin while having no idea how badly I teasedbothof us today.
I’d woken up this morning hoping to go out for a quick breakfast or something, then just come back here and crawl into bed with Marcus all day.
I’d fully prepared for that eventuality, right down to popping in a butt plug after my ‘hoping to get railed’ routine.
Thing is, it’s been a while, and Marcus isn’t exactly small or even average for that matter, so the plug was really my way of spending a little less time on stretching when the time came.
What Ididn’texpect was for my brother to derail my plans with his puppy-dog eyes and pouty lip that I don’t think any human withactualfeelings could resist. What made it even worse was that he derailed our plans by reminding us that we had already made plans with him.
But these are the parts of me that get divided. I didn’t treatjustMarcus like shit, orjustQi like shit, orjustTristan in a collateral-damagy kind of way. I systemically hurt them all, in different ways, and for different reasons.
While I’m learning to understand I’m not a terrible, awful person, it doesn’t change that I’ve done and said terrible, awful things. So I’m not at a point where I want to just blow my brother off so I can go get laid, nor am I at a point where I want to just blow Marcus off right after we finally took a step forward.
