Our Days

Warmth

When they finally got onto the subway, the place crowded with barely any room to sit, Jian had mange to find a spot at the end. He looked up to Zheng where the boy stood beside him.

The boy was looking at his phone with a soft expression. His features were just too perfect, to handsome. The way his hair fell over his forehead, how his thin lips formed a pout. The way his tan skin had a strange glow to it.

Getting a little ahead of himself, Jian turned away and stared off into space for awhile.

He felt slightly hyper, and maybe a little bit in the mood to have some fun, exert some of the energy bubbling up inside him. It was most likely from the chill running throughout the train system which left him eager to move around and gain warmth.

The subway air conditioning is too strong...

Jian began rubbing at his skinny arms to warm up a bit. To distract himself, he had been sneaking peaks at Zheng every now and then, looking up through the flutter of his lashes to the boy above him who was simply minding his own business.

Zheng face was so relaxed. His head was pressed against a pole as he looked to his phone to whatever was intriguing him.

It was all so breath taking. Even if Jian was a little fussy that the boy wasn't paying him any attention, he still couldn't help but constantly look at his face.

When he peaked back up again for what felt like the hundredth time, he noticed Zheng looked warm and relaxed, not fighting against the chill of the subway.

Jian wished for that instead of trembling against himself like a vibrating phone. He began looking around to see if anyone else was experiencing this chilling sensation.

Nope, it was just him. Everyone else had mindlessly been talking to one another or playing on their phones. He didn't have anything to distract him, only a handsome boy to keep him busy.

His thoughts were like a ticking time bomb, Zheng would soon learn.

Jian looked over at Zheng's torso. He reached over and let his fingers drag along the soft material of the boys shirt. Then, after a few moments, he tucked his hand underneath the shirt and began to press his palm against the other's skin. It was warm under here, just like he knew it would be.

Zheng of course, had no warning what's so ever about the intrusion, and was left to shudder at the soft touch of cold and slender fingers grazing the lower ridge of his spine. He curled slightly away and glanced down to the culprit sitting in the seat.

"What are you doing, idiot?" He asked with a sense of sourness in his tone.

Of course it lacked most of the sour, and was enraged with more shyness than anything.

Jian looked up innocently, not finding a problem what's so ever with the situation at hand.

"Warming up. It's so cold..." he decided to say.

Zheng sympathizing, leaned over him slightly and opened his arms to urge him to come closer.
Even though his heart was racing and he was starting to lose his breath, he felt the need to help in anyway.

"Lean over here then."

By Jian's expression, he was surprised, but didn't hesitate to lean over. Almost immediately he found refuge in the warmth of Zheng's body from outside his shirt. And greedily, he craved more.

He raised the shirt and lowered it over his head, inhaling the addictive smell that instantly wafted off of the others body. It smelt like Cologne, mixed with the natural odor of his boyish skin.

Jian found himself itching for more of the feeling it brought him. How his head grew foggy and his eyelids felt heavy.

With his arms now wrapped around his waist, Jian began to drag his nails along Zheng's skin, not exactly trying to leave any marks but not minding the idea of it.

His cheek pressed against the boys warm skin, he continued racking his hands all throughout Zheng's body.

Zheng frozen, stuck in a trance as cold hands never let up. At a certain touch, where Jian's finger nails grazed his hip tenderly, it made him shudder.

Jian of course noticed and grabbed on tighter, fearful that the boy would push him away. He had just gotten so close, he didn't want to let go just yet.

"Zhan XiXi you're so warm~" he said against him.

Zheng couldn't help how the flame burst in the pit of his stomach, causing every nerve ending in his body to practically scream at him.

His thoughts were moving like a treadmill, one that was going too fast for any human to run on it. But, gathering as much as of steady mind as he could, he shimmied Jian out of his shirt.

"You...you get out of there," he scolded with a shake in his tone.

The words had been torn from telling him to leave, and telling him to stay. But even so, Jian listened and went to pouting in his seat.

"I'm cold again~"

Zheng didn't respond, just squeezed his phone a little too tight in his hands and stared down to the thing on his screen. He couldn't even see what it was, his eyes blurry and his mind blank.