The After-show

This is the only part I'm a horrid writer

Mo heard the crowd gasp as He Tian carried him off stage. Once he was sure the crowd could no longer see him or He Tian he started to squirm in an attempt to make He Tian put him down. The backstage area was littered with contestants either waiting for the event to end and results to be revealed or waiting to perform. Mo was debating whether or not he should start kicking and draw attention to himself. He hadn't made up his mind quite yet but he no longer had to once he felt his feet touch the ground. He looked around to see where He Tian had put him down. He was back in the makeshift dressing room He Tian had gotten ready in.

"Finally, I was about to start kicking," Mo lied, having not been sure that would have started kicking if was still being carried.

"Do you think we even have a chance?" He Tian asked.

"What?"

"Do you think we have a shot at winning?"

"No." He answered, "Jian Yi obviously isn't a good writer, and there wasn't much talent involved compared to other acts."

"Right then I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

'Wait. Something isn't right.' Mo tried to think of what was wrong in this situation other than being completely alone with He Tian. 'Shit' He was still tied up from the skit AND alone with He Tian. The realization had struck a little too late because he could already feel He Tian pushing him.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

"Shhhhhhh. Don't worry you'll be fine. Relax for me, will you?"

"Why would I do anything for you!"

"Do I need to say please? Please relax Little Mo. I promise you'll be just fine."

He felt his back hit a wall. He Tian took a step back making sure to keep him pressed against the wall. He Tian closed the door to the room, stepped forward, and looked at him.

"Stop that, let me go!"

"Didn't I tell you to relax?"

"Yeah, But-"

"Then relax red"

He Tian wrapped his arm around Mo's waist and pulled him in. His breath hitched as he felt He Tians hand grab the back of his neck. His eyes widened. Mo felt He Tian's entire body pressed against his. He looked around for a way to escape He Tian's hold. 'Fuck.' He thought. He could barely keep his composure. He could barely ignore how much he had wanted this. How much he wanted him. Every passing second He Tian had Mo pushed against the wall he was a second closer to losing it. His arms still tied behind his back didn't allow him to hit He Tian or hide his face which he could feel heating up. He turned his head to look at the floor.

"Um, He Tian, could you..." He paused in resentment of what he was about to say, "untie me?"

"No"

He jerked his head up to look at He Tian.

"What do you mean no?!"

"I mean I won't untie you." he paused "I really don't want to Mo. It's already so hard to control myself around you. I don't think I can let you go when I'm this close to you."

"What the fuck are you talking about!" Mo said looking around one more time in case he'd missed an escape

He Tian pulled his chin up to make Mo look at him.

"I love you Shan."

He was sure his face was the same color as his hair by now. He Tian leaned in. Mo could feel him breathing and that was all he could focus on. Mo forgot where he was, what he was doing before this, and everything other than He Tian.

"Fuck you"

Mo felt warm soft lips on his. He remembered the first time He Tian had kissed him. Forceful and rough and unpleasant. This was miles different. This was nice. No. This was perfect. Mo kissed back and his eyes fluttered shut. He Tian motioned him to open his mouth and he complied. He Tian moved his other arm to his waist and started to undo the knot restricting his arms. He felt He Tian pause, reluctant to free Mo, then he felt the rope drop to the floor. He Tian pulled away and his arms were wrapped back around his waist keeping him close. Mo stretched his wrists remembering how to move his hands and arms.

"Uh, thank you."

"For?"

"Untying my arms."

"You're welcome."

Mo couldn't see He Tian but he could hear him smiling. 'Shit' He might just love him too. Mo was unsure what to do now his arms could move freely. He placed his hands on He Tian's forearms and slightly tugged at his sleeves.

"Oh?" He Tian said in surprise.

"Shut up."

"Or what red?"

"I'll fucking make you."

Mo pushed his mouth against He Tians. 'I shouldn't, I shouldn't but I need to, I need him' He Tian kissed him like he needed him and he hoped he could feel the same thing coming from Mo.