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“Gege,” Hua Cheng laughs as he tries to pull his limp noodle of a husband out of bed. “We have to get up and go or else we will never beat the traffic!”
“But San Laaaaang it’s so early!” Xie Lian wails, trying to bury himself back into the bed.
A smile creeps over Hua Cheng’s face, “It wouldn’t feel so early if gege had gone to sleep when San Lang said to! But nooooo, gege just had to stay up and play!” Xie Lian freezes, shooting Hua Cheng a scandalized look. He pouts at him, and Hua Cheng wants to pinch his cheeks. Instead, Xie Lian throws Hua Cheng’s hands off him and stomps his cute butt off to the bathroom. Hua Cheng, using his height to his advantage, lunges over to swat across his ass. Xie Lian yelps and scurries off.
It’s nothing new for Hua Cheng and Xie Lian to not keep their hands to themselves. A kiss here, a caress there. Being close to each other is as natural as breathing. It makes their trip that much more exciting. Eight uninterrupted hours together in the car before a week just to themselves up in the mountains.
Hua Cheng finishes packing the car: luggage, snacks, water, the map for when their GPS inevitably dies. The last thing he needs is his most precious cargo, who is taking his sweet time getting ready this morning. Hua Cheng can’t keep in his laugh as he pictures Xie Lian dozing off, brushing his teeth.
Like a bunny, Xie Lian hops out of their home and skips to Hua Cheng. He tosses something into the back of the car before throwing himself into Hua Cheng’s arms. He looks bright and awake now, beautiful color dusting his skin and a smile squishing his cheeks, his dimples peeking out. Hua Cheng swoops in to kiss them while Xie Lian giggles in his arms.
“Ready to go, beloved?”
Xie Lian presses up onto his toes, wrapping his arms around Hua Cheng’s neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss while walking back until his hips bump into the car. He moans hot in Hua Cheng’s mouth, bites his lip one last time before pulling away, “We better leave now so we don’t get caught in traffic.” Xie Lian skips around the car to take the passenger seat, leaving Hua Cheng dazed and aroused. He runs a hand over his face, taking a deep breath.
He can handle eight hours, right?
Hua Cheng climbs into the driver's seat. Xie Lian has already started playing his playlist and cuddled into his favorite road trip blanket. Hua Cheng would move mountains for him. He supposes he would settle for driving through them this time.
Oldies play through the speakers as Hua Cheng throws the car into gear and eases them out into the dusky morning light. The roads are deserted and smooth as he weaves them around to the highway. Xie Lian shifts around until he’s comfortable, nearly bent in half to tuck his legs up to his chest and looking out the window. Hua Cheng snorts, seeing Xie Lian’s toes sticking out from where the blanket has risen. Fondness warms him from the inside out.
The drive is smooth even as people wake up and begin making trips of their own. Hua Cheng expertly navigates them through it, refusing to let the common rabble put even the slightest damper on their trip.
The stress of the workweek melts away as the scenery changes around them. The constant sound of the city, even in the early hours, falls silent. The trees change and grow as they move further and further away from the city, from the budding saplings planted to raise naturalistic appeal, to rolling grassy hills until settling into the deep, thick-trunked, long-lived trees; decorating the mountain in a rich, mossy atmosphere. Hua Cheng sees a doe just a few steps into the trees, watching them drive by.
Hiking is one of Xie Lian’s favorite things. Hua Cheng smiles, dreaming about Xie Lian teaching him about lichen and mushrooms while he hops about among the tree roots. Naturally, Xie Lian has pulled them off the hiking trail and they wander along the rough bush. Maybe if they go early enough, there will still be mist dancing around the trees. Maybe they’ll wander into an area of the forest where no human has been before.
Lost in a daydream all his own, Xie Lian is mostly quiet, looking out the window, and Hua Cheng had expected him to fall back asleep at the early hour, but Xie Lian can’t quite seem to find a comfortable position. A tiny flower of doubt blooms in his chest, it’s a long drive after all. But Xie Lian isn’t complaining. He never does. Hua Cheng will come up with an excuse for stopping earlier than expected if he keeps this up.
Two hours into their drive, the sun is rising and shining right into Xie Lian’s window. It casts him in an ethereal light. It must be getting warm under the blanket though; color has settled across the back of his neck as if placed by a famous painter.
Hua Cheng takes his hand off the gearshift to settle it on Xie Lian’s knee. “Gege, we can turn the ac down if you’re getting warm. Or we can stick the blanket in the back.” Xie Lian jerks as if coming back from deep thought. His breathing is heavy as he plasters a smile on his face. He quickly, erratically changes his position so he’s sitting properly again.
“No, no, it’s ok, San Lang! Everything is perfect.” The hearts blooming in Xie Lian’s eyes assault Hua Cheng. Xie Lian grabs the hand still resting on his knee to intertwine their fingers. He plays with Hua Cheng’s fingers for a bit longer, entertaining his thoughts with them while Hua Cheng focuses on the road.
They are making shockingly good time, which is very good because Xie Lian is getting worse and worse at hiding his discomfort. Hua Cheng is fairly certain it’s not that though. He’s not sure if its nerves, but why would Xie Lian be nervous about a road trip with Hua Cheng? This wasn’t their first time.
Hua Cheng wasn’t sure what it was, but Xie Lian has buried himself further into the blanket until all that peeked out was the top of his face and the hand that still clutched Hua Cheng’s, just a bit too tight to be casual. Xie Lian would hold perfectly still for a while, then squirm and wiggle around, his eyebrows pitching together like they did when he was–Hua Cheng cut that thought short. He couldn’t pop a boner in the middle of the highway. Either way, after he was done writhing, he would pop out and drink a bottle of water straight and dig into their snack stash, letting out the softest, most pleased sounds Hua Cheng had ever heard. But he said nothing to Hua Cheng other than responding casually when Hua Cheng would stir up conversation. The gas is getting low.
Hua Cheng was handling this fine. It was fine.
Thankfully, the next exit has plenty of gas choices, so Hua Cheng merges over, catching Xie Lian’s attention. His head pops out of his blanket fort, his face flush and not quite meeting Hua Cheng’s questioning glance. Xie Lian is looking far too glassy-eyed for it to be just the heat from the blanket.
“Gas break.” His voice soft to not further spook him.
“And bathroom?” His voice is clipped.
Hua Cheng laughs, “Of course, if gege needs. You’ve been pounding the water, huh?”
“P-pounding? There’s no pounding!” Xie Lian scurries out of the car nearly before it fully stopped.
Hua Cheng feels like he’s surrounded by hints, but he’s too nervous to touch the web and get fully entangled. If he’s wrong, oh well, he’s a pervert, anyway. But if he’s right, oh, if he’s right, then they just might not make it to the cabin. He gets out to pump the gas.
Once it’s going, he looks around the empty station. There isn’t a soul around. He slowly walks around the back of the car, taking his time. He leans against the trunk hatch trying to look into the small shop to make sure Xie Lian is alright. The place is empty except for the teenager managing the till. Gege must’ve really needed the break.
Something catches his eye through the window of the trunk. His perfectly packed trunk has been disrupted by an obtuse box he knows he didn’t pack. His hands shake a bit as he opens the trunk up. Oh, he knows that box, its glossy surface and its velvet interior; he knows what it holds. But interestingly, the lid isn’t on correctly. Upon closer inspection, the box is missing quite the number of toys.
Distantly, Hua Cheng hears the chime of the shop door opening. His gaze snaps up to see Xie Lian freeze like a deer in headlights, his eyes wide and locked onto the offending box in Hua Cheng’s hands.
Xie Lian isn’t trying to act casually now. He makes a b-line for the car, buckling himself in with record speed, eyes straight ahead as Hua Cheng approaches his door. Thankfully, Xie Lian doesn’t close it in his face.
“Gege…” Hua Cheng can’t keep the wonder out of his voice. He sounds whipped, and he knows it.
But Xie Lian has a very stubborn look on his face, “No talking while San Lang is driving!”
Hua Cheng laughs at his attempt, “We’re parked at a gas station, gege.” He leans in close now, just to watch Xie Lian lean into him before catching himself and moves away. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Xie Lian laughs, loud and obnoxious, “HAHAHAHAHA no, everything is fine, San Lang! Why do you ask? Shouldn’t we head out, so we don’t get stuck in traffic?” There hasn’t been any traffic for hours since they left the city behind. Hua Cheng catches onto his game. Fine. He’ll play along. For now.
He hums in agreement, leaning back, watching Xie Lian huff in relief. He even feels bold enough to look up at Hua Cheng. Gods, he’s so beautiful. Stunning. Hua Cheng recognizes his post-orgasmic glow and smirks.
He’ll play along.
Like a good husband, he tucks Xie Lian into his seat, closing the door. He finishes up with the gas before sinking back into the car.
Driving seems like an impossible feat now that his mind is thinking about how the rumbling of the engine must feel against the toy hidden inside his husband. They’re in the middle of no-where when they pull back onto the highway, and thankfully there are still minimal cars around. Once they’re comfortable again, he reaches his hand out for Xie Lian to hold again. Even with all his protests, Xie Lian latches on to him immediately. He’s doing less to hide it now, or maybe Hua Cheng is just reading him better.
They are a little over halfway through the drive when Xie Lian starts squirming again. He doesn’t hide completely under the blanket this time. The roads have gotten significantly worse as they climb the mountain. Despite Hua Cheng’s attempts, there’s no smooth asphalt to drive on, and their little car gets jostled around. Xie Lian’s hand in his squeezes tight. Hua Cheng glances over to see his eyebrows pinched together and his lips sealed to hold in his sounds. Hua Cheng turns down the volume to hear him, anyway.
Neither of them acknowledge it, but Xie Lian’s sounds grow more and more overwhelmed. His mouth falls open after a rough pothole Hua Cheng doesn’t attempt to dodge.
Hua Cheng is hard in his sweatpants.
Xie Lian is panting, but all Hua Cheng hears is angels singing. This might actually be the death of him. But he keeps his hand on the steering wheel and his eye on the road.
Xie Lian doesn’t appreciate that.
He tugs their joined hands under the blanket and places Hua Cheng’s hand high on his thigh, sliding it just under the hem of his little shorts. Hua Cheng groans, palming the warm skin and squeezing. His grip on the steering wheel is white hot when Xie Lian whines and gives a small thrust against his hand.
Hua Cheng wants to pull over and bend him over the consol. But this is Xie Lian’s game. He just holds his thigh in retribution.
“Hng, gege, gege please, it’s so much.” Xie Lian gasps as they cross a bridge that jostles him again. Hua Cheng slides his hand further up his leg, catching on his hip. His husband holds his wrist to keep his hand steady.
“Hmm, but you’re doing so well, baby. Look, you’ve lasted so long we’re almost there.” Xie Lian whimpers as he speaks, pulling Hua Cheng’s hand closer to his center.
He was so hot. Hua Cheng was going to burn away under the heat of his husband as he ruts against his large palm. Hua Cheng adjusts his hand, cupping, squeezing, basking in the broken sounds his husband makes even as he toys with the cock ring tight around his base. No wonder he couldn’t sit still.
The road is straight and empty when Hua Cheng builds the courage to look over. That was the…. Wrong choice.
Xie Lian has his head thrown back against the headrest, his body the pinnacle of tense pleasure as he’s jostled continually on this shitty road. The blanket has been thrown aside in his abandon, his shorts riding up obscenely as he grinds against Hua Cheng’s hand. He’s flushed and fucked out in every way Hua Cheng adores; the way he sees him in his dreams. Its apparent, the weight of this trip on him, in how loud he is. Not even a gag could muffle him; not that Hua Cheng wants to, the sounds and feel of his husband chasing his pleasure beneath his hand. Being used as if he was just another of his husband’s toys has Hua Cheng dangerously close to the edge.
Hua Cheng glances at the clock.
Xie Lian makes a groveling, displeased sound, demanding Hua Cheng’s eyes back on him.
The road is encapsulated, insulated by a sheer cliff and dense, enchanting forests. It’s narrow and steep, borderline treacherous for anyone other than Hua Cheng. Mountain air is light and mottled where it manages to slip through the canopy. They are back winding down a stunning valley; the deep greenery broken up with rays of light, making it seem like they’re the only people in the world. It takes one moment, one turn for their view, once obstructed by a tall deep shelter of trees, to break open. It’s breathtaking. He glances over at Xie Lian, hoping to see the light dancing around his eyes. Xie Lian’s hair is tousled, springing free from his bun, it falls beautifully to frame his face. He holds in his laugh as one falls to tickle Xie Lian’s nose, and he scrunches up like a cute bunny before blowing it out of the way. In awe, Hua Cheng’s hand slips free from Xie Lian’s grip with no resistance, and he tucks the strands into a soft curl behind his ear.
Hua Cheng has to look back at the road, not wanting to drive them off the wandering curves of the valley. Before he can retract his hand, Xie Lian traps it there, cupping his face as he nuzzles into it. Hua Cheng scratches along the base of his head. Smiling, he feels his husband melt against him, pinning his hand to the seat. Never in his life would he have expected this to happen to him, to feel the love and warmth overflowing from his chest. It’s almost too much to think about.
They sit like this for a while, Hua Cheng down shifting smoothly. It’s idyllic and serene. Hua Cheng can hear birds over the quiet rumble of the engine, and maybe a distant peel of a mountain storm. Xie Lian remains still and calm, though his moans still bounce around Hua Cheng’s skull.
Hua Cheng suspects he’s fallen face-first into one of Xie Lian’s plots when he feels him kiss along the exposed edge of his wrist. The arousal from earlier rears its head back to the forefront of his mind as he is softly caressed and nibbled on like a delicate treat. One of Xie Lian’s hands comes up to hold his bigger one, interlocking his fingers over top of Hua Cheng’s. A shudder as his other rises from his lap to run lightly along the soft inside of his arm from wrist to elbow where he had rucked up his sleeves while packing the car. Xie Lian drags the smooth lines of his nails down his husband’s forearm, and Hua Cheng shakes with it, his mind falling back to just the night before when Xie Lian let him pamper him and take care of his hands and nails. Hua Cheng wants to take care of every part of him.
“Doing alright, gege?” Hua Cheng keeps his voice low, still soaking in the atmosphere. Instead of answering, Xie Lian moves in his seat to lean heavily against the central console dividing the two of them.
“San Lang, shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Hua Cheng loves the way his voice sounds. Clear and even, but tired and obviously holding back, it makes him sound like royalty, makes Hua Cheng want to serve him.
“I couldn’t be better, gege. Why do you ask?”
“Don’t you want to take care of that?” Hua Cheng shoots a glance to see what his husband is talking about, only to be hit with a wave of heat like nothing else he’s felt all day. Xie Lian is staring down into Hua Cheng’s lap, his tongue running wet over his lip. Of course, Hua Cheng is hard, he’s been buzzingly aroused for hours since Xie Lian started all this.
He shifts in his seat to widen his legs for Xie Lian, inviting.
“No,” he says. Xie Lian pouts at him.
“Do you need some help…?” Hua Cheng groans as Xie Lian whispers against his ear. The cotton of his sweatpants is soft as he feels himself twitch against it, fighting the restraint. Xie Lian whines a soft, “fuck” against his neck as they hit another bump in the road.
Hua Cheng crashes into the bottom of his profound well of patience and self-control, so he gets out a shovel and starts digging deeper as he pulls the car over to the side of the deserted road, tucking them discretely behind some trees.
Xie Lian’s chest is heaving as the jostling slows and he flops back down in to his seat, leaning heavily against the door. Unbuckling and leaning across the console is like a dream; satisfaction sweeps through Hua Cheng as he latches onto Xie Lian’s nipple through his shirt–Hua Cheng’s shirt.
Xie Lian keens and bows so beautifully for him, laying all of himself for Hua Cheng to devour. He cries in a way that tells Hua Cheng he’s already overstimulated. And yet, he still pulls Hua Cheng further into his space. Still seeks out his husband’s touch, even as he feels so high strung.
Hua Cheng releases his nipple after a hard yank on his hair. He can’t help but smile at the wet outline of it left by his mouth on the shirt. Before he can think about it anymore, Xie Lian pulls him up, sealing their lips. The angle is awkward, and Hua Cheng is much too big to remain lunged over the middle of the car, but it gives Xie Lian perfect access to grind his erection up against Hua Cheng’s stomach.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng moans against his lips. If this was how Xie Lian wanted it, then so be it. He would have his revenge later, anyway.
Xie Lian detaches from him, lost in the waves of his own pleasure. His hand flops around the side of the seat to recline it. Hua Cheng wants to laugh at his pathetic attempts, but he leans forward to help him. It was supposed to be innocent, but when Xie Lian grinds up again, he rubs along the solid line of Hua Cheng’s hipbone and he really cries out. His hand shoots out, gripping the first thing he can reach, and pulls. Hua Cheng wishes it was his hair, wishes he could have felt the pain run down his spine. Instead, it’s the doorhandle.
Xie Lian flops back, nearly sent rolling in the soft grass, but he’s kept up by his husband’s strong hand wrapped around the back of his neck. His weight is heavy, entrusted entirely to Hua Cheng, as he throws his head back, moaning loud into the forest, like he wants the trees to hear him. Like he wants them to know what Hua Cheng is doing to him.
They freeze like that, phantom echoes of Xie Lian’s ecstasy left bare in the wild. Hua Cheng watches Xie Lian swallow, trying to gauge what his response would be to his own vulgarity. Xie Lian tilts his head up to look at Hua Cheng, and against all odds and angles Xie Lian is still the most stunningly beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on. His gorgeous husband, with his hair askew and his lips bitten red, and his eyes glazed over, surges up to kiss Hua Cheng with a fierce intensity. Hua Cheng cradles his head, keeping him steady while he sucks on Xie Lian’s tongue. It feels like he has whimpering putty in his arms rather than a full-grown man. That is, until Xie Lian pushes him away, his muscles flaring to life with shocking strength given his self-inflicted torture. He moves Hua Cheng just far enough away to give himself room to move fully out of the car.
Hua Cheng feels like a puppet. His desire rampant and overtaking him, pushing him to be as close to Xie Lian as possible. The air is crisp and cool outside the car, its mossy and aromatic, tickling his nose. It doesn’t last long. His attention latches back onto Xie Lian as his knees shake with holding himself up. Hua Cheng crowds into his space, his hand holding him steady while Hua Cheng kisses him breathlessly. After hours of teasing fluttering edging, Hua Cheng feels touch starved, feverish and overwhelmed. Xie Lian must feel the same, small tears slipping down his cheeks. Xie Lian is holding him so tightly Hua Cheng lets his hands wander, pulling on the edges of his clothing, tugging and laughing until he frees his husband’s chest to his hands. The shirt lands in a heap on the hood of the car.
Hua Cheng likes getting off. Loves it, even. Hedonistic pleasure is nothing new or lacking for him. But it is a luxurious delicacy to feel his husband trembling beneath his fingers. Hua Cheng loves getting off, but getting his husband off? Earth shaking. Incomparable.
Xie Lian’s shorts and Hua Cheng’s shirt join the pile on the hood before Hua Cheng pushes Xie Lian face first into them. His thumb presses into the soft silicone base of the dildo in Xie Lian’s ass.
Xie Lian gasps, rocking back into it, “Please, please, please. San Lang, I’ve been so good, so good, please.”
Hua Cheng leans in, kissing from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. “Does my beloved not see where we are?” He moved his hand to hold Xie Lian’s hip, but grinds into the dildo. “Being good would have been waiting until we got to the cabin to start playing.” Xie Lian sobs, pushing back against the softness of Hua Cheng’s sweatpants, trying to feel him through the fabric. “Or,” Hua Cheng bites, “Is this what you wanted all along?”
“I wanted this hours ago!!” Xie Lian wails, his own hand trying to wiggle down to get to his dripping erection.
“Gege knows how to ask for what he wants,” Hua Cheng plucks Xie Lian’s hand before it gets too far. He bites his earlobe in punishment.
“I did! Your-your hand, San Lang please, please just…” Hua Cheng wants to give in, wants nothing more than to push his husband over the edge he’s leaning over. Xie Lian is so close to breaking, so close to throwing himself into the pleasure.
“You had my hand, gege, and you seemed quite content with it,” he trails his hand up Xie Lian’s arm just as was done to him. “Gege knows how to ask for more.”
“I am asking for more!! Right now! San Lang, please, please, fuck me! Make me cum on your cock until I can’t anymore,” Xie Lian cries. His body relaxes, finally giving over to Hua Cheng.
Hua Cheng moans as he shoves his pants down. It feels so good to be free, pre-cum slipping down his length. He guides the dildo out of his husband and catches him as his knees give out. Beautiful.
Xie Lian’s rim is puffy and abused, Hua Cheng tells him as much as he hooks his thumb just along the inside. He opens deliciously for his husband; the push of his cockhead is nothing other than euphoric.
His beloved is loud and overstimulated, his voice rising and breaking until Hua Cheng is seated perfectly inside him. Ever the obedient lover, Hua Cheng doesn’t keep him waiting, setting a steady, solid pace. The opposite of the treatment from the road. Xie Lian builds up to it perfectly, and Hua Cheng watches the pleasure cut through his overstimulation, even as he keeps crying.
“It’s -haa- it’s so deep.” Xie Lian’s fist tightens in the pile of clothes. He props his head up, looking off toward the road. The highway’s presence and the trees around them loom in the back of Hua Cheng’s mind, but he feels the way Xie Lian clenches around him; the flush creeping down his back like ivy.
Everyday Xie Lian amazes Hua Cheng more and more. He wants to go on and on about how much he loves every aspect of this man, but right now he is completely consumed in lust about how his husband is getting off on the risk of someone driving down the quiet highway. They aren’t completely exposed. No one would be able to see his husband. Hua Cheng made sure of that. However, there would not be a doubt in the voyeur’s mind about what was going on. They would know how Hua Cheng was pleasuring his beloved. If they had their windows rolled down, would they be able to hear him? They wouldn’t, he knew. He took comfort in his possessiveness over his husband, but it still lit a fire in him to know that someone else would know how well he takes care of his gege. The deep secret of the hours of teasing and whining and jerking off in the car and gas station bathroom would stay between Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. No one else would be given the blessing of watching Xie Lian crack and shatter further and further until he’s begging for Hua Cheng’s cum to glue him back together.
With his one hand still holding Xie Lian down, he keeps this up, keeps diving deeper into the brain, rotting pleasure until he’s sure he is the only thought on Xie Lian’s mind. Nothing could ever compare to his husband. He reaches around, detaches the cock ring, and pumps Xie Lian until he’s clamping tight around him.
Xie Lian’s face turns from where it was buried in the pile of clothes, gasping for air. He whimpers a soft, “Oh, fuck.” And it’s all Hua Cheng needs to let go and jump off the cliff after him. Both of their orgasms are impossibly long, drawn out so tight from the hours of teasing. It feels like free-falling and melting all at once.
Hua Cheng breathes heavily as he tries to get his body back under control so he won’t squash Xie Lian uncomfortably. There would be time for that later, but now neither the metal of the hood nor the tick infested ground seemed very inviting. Easing out, he gathers his husband up into his arms until he’s smiling softly in fucked out bliss. They sacrifice his shirt to cleaning them up.
“Do you want to stay here and snuggle for a bit, gege?” Hua Cheng asks when Xie Lian throws his arm over his face.
“No. No, if you don’t mind, I’ll just sleep the rest of the way… Is that okay, San Lang?” His voice is rough and shy. Hua Cheng wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Of course, gege! Let’s get you comfy then, huh? You should have some more water too,” Hua Cheng eases him into the seat, careful of where he’s tender. “Are you alright if I go to get you some clean clothes? I will be right back.”
Xie Lian cracks an eye open to look clearly over at Hua Cheng as he downs a bottle of water. His eyes take in Hua Cheng’s appearance, messy as it is. He smiles in that way of his before nodding.
Hua Cheng feels like he was just grazed by a meteor but gets up to go to the trunk. His softest sweater is near the top for easy access, but never in his wildest dreams would they have needed it this early on their trip!
With Xie Lian dressed and cozy again, he is quick to fall asleep, taking Hua Cheng’s hand captive. Having to shift left-handed is a minuscule price to pay for having his husband asleep in the palm of his hand for the rest of the drive.
Maybe just maybe he sits parked in their driveway for a while longer than necessary just to look over at his snoozing beloved, his soft face smooshed against Hua Cheng’s forearm, his very asleep hand gently held in Xie Lian’s smaller hand.
Hua Cheng leans over to kiss his exposed shoulder to wake him so they can begin their vacation properly.