This is Not My Obituary

I Thought I Was Your Boyfriend

Tw: offensive language ⚠️⚠️

"Just don't- just don't go announcing it to the world, yeah?" Shuyang cleared his throat as he shuffled drunkly across the small kitchen, trapping a less-than-sober MingRui against the table, his weight being pushed down on the older. GouGou hummed with satisfaction as Shuyang hoisted him onto the table top, gripping his hips tightly to do so. Rui let his fingers wrinkle the old, blue faded hoodie Shuyang had kept since high school, the pads of his digits slowly making their way to the younger man's belt buckle. The cool metal of the clasp held a small ounce of surprise and a surge of drunken excitement for the entranced male. His hands fiddled aimlessly with the brown leather accessory and he hadn't had much intention of anything but to tease the younger man standing over him.

Shuyang groaned at the action as his eyes followed Rui's uncentered and unintentional hand movements. The younger softly gripped Rui's wrists, eyes shooting back up to his partner's pretty and blushed face.

He held their eye contact as he aided Gou's hands, guiding the appendages as the belt became undone by their shared effort. The older  pulled the leather from Shuyang's belt-loops and dropped it to the floor. Shuyang's gaze still stuck on the beautiful being in front of him.

"Why not? Shouldn't I be excited?" MingRui slurred as his hands traveled gingerly up Shuyang's forearms. MingRui could've sworn the man had never looked so handsome. He had known him since they were just young and never once had MingRui been so attracted to him. The younger's body had changed right before his eyes, candying them heavily since he had been a football player in high school.

"Sure you can be excited," Shuyang huffed breathily as he slotted his face in the junction between MingRui's slender jaw and shoulder, kisses being plastered on his dewy skin. The both of them were slowly intoxicating themselves further with just their simple touches and burning fingertip brushes. "Just don't advertise our relationship for others. It's none of their business if we fuck. And you know they'll make it their business." Shuyang spoke against the ravenette's neck. Rui groaned as he placed a display of others from the back of his ear to the top of his rounded shoulder. His hands fell down to Shuyang's stomach, feeling at the warm skin under the hoodie.

"I thought I was your boyfriend, not just a sure fuck." MingRui pulled away from the younger, brow cocked as he displayed his dissatisfaction with his words.

"You call me what you want. I'll call you what I want." Shuyang sighed, bringing him closer. Shuyang soaked in the older's inviting scent, nose flushed to his thin neck, a few soft kisses being left.

MingRui pushed him off, hands still gripping his hoodie. "I'm calling you my boyfriend, so you better do the fucking same."

"Alright." Shuyang agreed hastily; his senses were already a mess. The surprising action already doing a number on his lower abdomen. 

MingRui smirked, pulling Shuyang back towards him and hugging his body close for comfort. He was whiny and sassy when he got drunk, no better person was there to handle him than Shuyang. The yellow light illuminating above them gave Rui a dreamy hue as Shuyang held him safely in his arms.

"But still keep it quiet." Shuyang insisted once again. "Why?" Rui hummed.

Shuyang hesitated as he raked his drunk mind for sober thoughts. Why did he want Rui to keep their relations a secret?

"Just because."

"Shouldn't I get to brag about how good you take care of me? How wonderful my boyfriend is?" GouGou squished his cheek to Shuyang's shoulder, his hands working tirelessly at the button on the younger's jeans.

"I wish you could, but they're old fashioned here. If you told anyone about what we do, they'd probably lynch us." Shuyang was joking but he was still serious in a way. Their world wasn't very open to them. The previous generation wouldn't understand the way MingRui and Shuyang were.