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Mu Qing liked being Xie Lian's friend, he really did. Sometimes he could do without the flock of people that wanted to hang out with him after class, but it wasn't a bad thing to be acquainted with a lot of people. It was useful, if nothing else, to help each other out with homework and missed classes and whatnot.
What, or better who, he really could've done without was Feng Xin, and he was the one person that he absolutely couldn't get rid of or ignore, since he was Xie Lian's other best friend and technically he came before Mu Qing.
Whatever.
He told himself that Xie Lian's friendship was worth dealing with Feng Xin. He'd been telling himself that for the past two years and somehow he kept finding stuff he disliked about the dude. It was like the universe had created him specifically to get on Mu Qing's nerves.
Since a little after they started university and Feng Xin had started working out regularly with his gym buddies (Mu Qing suspected his dislike for him was directly proportional to the amount of muscle Feng Xin put on), Mu Qing had heard rumors about the supposedly unreal size of his dick, which, okay, lame. Feng Xin could pretend all he wanted to be annoyed by it, but Mu Qing had no doubt he was the one to start the rumor himself.
And if he found himself wishing he would develop x-ray vision to ogle Feng Xin through his pants, that was just because he wanted to call him out on his bullshit.
It all became unbearable when Pei Ming, no doubt encouraged by Feng Xin himself, told everyone at their table in the cafeteria something even more preposterous and outrageous about Feng Xin's magic dick, as he liked to call it.
"That's it," Mu Qing hit his palms loudly on the table, making Xie Lian next to him jump. Then he stormed off to look for Feng Xin.
Feng Xin, however, was currently in his physics lab, so Mu Qing ended up waiting for him awkwardly outside said lab. He wished he had brought his own homework, because at least he'd be able to distract himself from absolutely ridiculous and highly inappropriate thoughts about Feng Xin's dick, which, by the way, were all based on rumors that were obviously made up, so Mu Qing's whole afternoon, no, the two whole years he had known Feng Xin were an exercise in uselessness and he wish he had never met him and gone to a different university where he would be surrounded by normal people with absolutely average dicks and in fact Mu Qing wouldn't be thinking about dicks at all—
"Mu Qing? What are you doing here?" Feng Xin sounded defensive and a little…hopeful?
What are you doing here, Mu Qing almost said back.
"I'm coming to your place tonight, eight o'clock." He punctuated his words with an accusatory finger in the middle of Feng Xin's (very, very toned) chest.
"Wh— o-, okay? Why?"
But Mu Qing was already running, no, walking very fast away. "EIGHT O'CLOCK," he shouted back.
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Mu Qing wanted to come to his place. Mu Qing.
Feng Xin didn't want to get his hopes up. Mu Qing had sounded as angry as always and Feng Xin couldn't think of what he could have done this time to deserve it. Not that they really needed an excuse to get into each other's faces, but it was still unusual for Mu Qing to invite himself over. If he wanted to fight he could have done that on campus earlier, so why hadn't he? Why had he looked strangely flustered?
He tried his best not to think of this as a date, since that would be absurd. Still, he took a cold shower, cleaned up as much as he could and then decided that he still had enough time to cook something. Not that it was a date, and certainly Mu Qing wouldn't want to eat something Feng Xin had prepared, but Feng Xin had to eat, right? If Mu Qing happened to be at his house while he ate, well, that was his problem for inviting himself over without even giving Feng Xin a reason why he wanted to see him.
All that cooking and anticipating had made him sweaty again. He was under his second cold shower of the night when his doorbell rang.
"Fuck."
He tripped and nearly broke something trying to get out of the shower and cover himself with a towel and run to the door.
As expected, Mu Qing looked pissed that he had to wait more than a millisecond. He rolled his eyes, then he seemed to notice something and he looked at anything that wasn't Feng Xin. He pushed him out of the way and entered his apartment.
"Please, come in, make yourself at home, how was your day," Feng Xin yelled.
"Stop," came the immediate reply. "I know what you're doing."
"Being sarcastic?"
Mu Qing rolled his eyes. "I'm sure that took your single brain cell a long time to come up with. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."
Feng Xin's heart dropped. Did Mu Qing know he had been secretly hoping this was a date? Could he smell the lasagne that were still in the oven? Fuck, Feng Xin really had gone overboard and now Mu Qing would make fun of him endlessly for liking him, for thinking Mu Qing might like him back.
"Uhh… Listen, you only said eight o'clock and I wanted to be prepared? It's your fault for not giving me any fucking context, so if we're really going to argue about this…"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Uhm. What are you talking about?" He suddenly remembered he was only wearing a towel that barely covered his ass. "Look, can I put on some clothes first?"
"Hah, that's rich. What, you're acting shy now?"
Now Feng Xin was utterly confused. "What?"
"You think you're so subtle, using Pei Ming and the others to spread rumors about yourself. What, do you think your dumb, huge muscles aren't enough to get girls to notice you? Can't you think about how it reflects on your fr— on Xie Lian if you're spreading such shameless lies??"
"What the fuck."
"AND!!! It wasn't enough to lie about your big dick, now this too? Really, Feng Xin? No refractory period? Really? " Mu Qing gave a sharp laugh.
Feng Xin was frozen in place. Mu Qing couldn't be more wrong about him spreading the rumors, and in fact Feng Xin was the first to want to bury himself deep underground where he could forget about what everyone on campus seemed to know about his dick, but the fact remained that those weren't lies.
Mu Qing kept talking, insulting him while casually (and, Feng Xin suspected, entirely accidentally) dropping praises about his physique. Feng Xin tuned it all out. Mu Qing already hated him anyway, what could this change?
He kept eye contact with him and dropped his towel to the floor.
Mu Qing's eyes widened and he fell silent at the size of Feng Xin's already half-hard dick (and damn him for finding Mu Qing yelling at him hot). His mouth opened and closed almost comically, then he dropped his head into his hands, sinking to the couch behind him.
Feng Xin immediately felt bad for apparently breaking him. He kept shaking his head and muttering something that Feng Xin heard were variations of No, it's not possible, why, why him, why me.
He cursed himself and quickly retrieved the towel from the floor, covering himself again. "Uh, listen, sorry I flashed you, I just, um, while they're true, I didn't spread the rumors myself. If you're ever going to trust me about something, please trust me about this."
"No," Mu Qing said, slowly raising his head for the first time in minutes.
"No?"
"I'll grant you you're— you're. Big. But that still doesn't prove the second rumor."
"Th— oh come on , how am I supposed to…"
Mu Qing dropped off the couch and onto his knees, looking up at Feng Xin expectantly. Feng Xin could now see how hard he was inside his pants. He seemed angry about it.
"Oh."
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It wasn't until six orgasms later that Mu Qing, his mouth red and used, finally gave up on proving him wrong and believed him.