Speak Up!

TWELVE-

"Do you think 1262 is code for something, or someone... somewhere even?"

MingRui bit his lip in thought.

"Do you have to think about that right now?" ZeYu groaned. He wasn't annoyed by the questions, obviously his lovely person was suffering, but right now wasn't the ideal moment.

ZeYu wiped Rui's pretty belly and threw the towel in the hamper before stepping into a pair of sweat pants and racking through his closet for a shirt big enough to cover his little lover's body.

ZeYu would die if Rui got cold, so he bundled the smaller in a big hoodie and wrapped the two of them in the fluffy, black comforter.

"No but seriously what does it mean? We've never mentioned anything about those numbers." MingRui huffed in a frustrated manner.

"Maybe its an address." ZeYu kissed the back of MingRui's neck to show support in his thoughts.

Rui turned to face his boyfriend, lips pouted like a baby.

"Can you kiss me?"

"You know I will." ZeYu giggled, pressing his lips to Rui's still swollen ones.

"You're right maybe an address." MingRui said as he snuggled into the older's chest.

"1262." He repeated a few times.

"We'll go look around tomorrow, it's Saturday you know." ZeYu kissed the smaller's head and basked in the beautiful scent Rui's hair carried. He was the most comfortable thing ever to ZeYu.

ZeYu wasn't always such a loving person, his parents having been obsessed with his younger brother all of his life. He felt like an outcast in his own family and he wasn't paid much attention. His parents never meant to push him away, but babies took a lot of work and attention.

ZeYu understood that now, but before he met MingRui, he could've sworn his mom and dad had forgotten about him.

He felt loved now and genuinely adored. Gou MingRui had given him everything and in return, ZeYu would treat MingRui like a goddess.

The first time MingRui let ZeYu sleep with him he felt like he was living in a simulation. How could it have been real?

But now he has the most lovely person in history by his side.

"I love you." He whispered against his hair.

"I love you too." MingRui yawned.

A few miles away in the center of town, a small antique clock shop's owner was planting fat kisses all over his favorite boy's face.

"You're so pretty Long." Chan mumbled against Xinlong's forehead.

"Mm...you too." He hummed, a kiss adorning Chan's Adam's apple.

"I'm pretty?" Chan asked happily as his accent tickled Xinlong's ears. He adored his mother accent, thinking it to be the hottest thing about the man, apart from his exquisite character and  sexy intellect.
Of course he didn't admit any of this, per Chan's own request.

If LongLong went on and on about his boyfriend's intimate details, Chan would hardly be able to control himself.

"If I could, I'd marry you in a minute and never regret it." BangChan pressed his cheek to the younger's.

"Why don't you?" Xinlong whined, hanging on tighter to the older's neck.

"We just have to wait a little while longer, then I can call you my own."

"I'm already yours Channie," Xinlong said deeply "so why not marry me now?"

Chan ran his fingers through his boy's hair and brought him closer to his body. The two of them all cuddly on the living room sofa with a crochet blanket over their laps and the soft hum of the tv in the background.

Soft yellow light illuminated one corner of the room and Xinlong crawls onto his man's lap, arms wrapping around his body in a tight hug.

"I missed you today. A little old lady brought in a really old clock from like... 1850. It was really cool and it had a cute little kitty engraved in the side of it so it reminded me of you." BangChan pecked Xinlong's lips.

"Can I see it?" Xinlong asked.
"Sure." Chan gave Xinlong's butt a smack as they went down the stairs to the shop.

A million different types of clocks hung on the walls and miscellaneous parts were scattered around the station along with his small tools for intricate work.

"Here, see isn't it cute?" He handed his boyfriend the clock and stepped behind him to squeeze his huggable body.

"It is cute. Kitty's remind you of me?" Xinlong laughed.

"Yeah, because you're so cute like a kitty, but so fucking sassy."

"Was that an insult?" Xinlong looked back at Chan with a cocked brow.

"Not in the slightest. I like you sassy."

The two of them giggled as they talked about anything and everything.

"Have you opened it up yet?"

"No not yet, do you wanna see the inside?"

"Mhm!" Xinlong nodded, accepting the kiss Chan offered.

BangChan sat down at his station and tugged on his magnifying glasses, pulling the boy into his lap as he rested his head on his shoulder.

"Aren't I in your way?"

"You could never be in my way."

The older began work on the small back of the clock, delicately removing the tarnished screws and gently popping the metal panel out of place.

"What the hell?" They say in unison as a strange sight came to them.

No gears or turning wheels were left in the casing.

A silver locket, foil wrapped condom, small lipgloss pan and a crumpled gum wrapper sat inside the clock.

The two were more than confused. Who the fuck would put this stuff in a clock? And who the fuck would send it off to be fixed?

"Let's just close this back up and I'll call the lady in the morning to come and get it." Chan suggested. Xinlong shook his head.

"No, keep it one more day. Just in case."

"Oh, okay."

Xinlong smiled and hopped off of Chan's lap.

"Let's go to bed."

"Okay."