Late night performance (ZhanYi-FF)

Late night performance

Late night performance 

It was one of those days again. After a lot of tiring work on set, annoying interviews, and endless photo shoots, Xiao Zhan drove to his hotel very late in the evening. Due to the overload of work and the cold, rainy weather, he felt more drained than he had in a long time. He could only think about a nice hot shower, hopefully, some sleep and one other specific thing.

He hasn't been able to sleep well lately, even though he was incredibly exhausted. The reason? He was frustrated and lonely. It has been weeks, almost two months, since he was able to see Wang Yi Bo, his boyfriend. Although he was constantly surrounded by crowds of people, they failed to alleviate the growing sense of emptiness within him.

Because of their careers in show business, they were practically just working. Their schedules were packed to full capacity, so there was hardly any chance for a little intermezzo. And even then, in a brief stolen moment, they would have to be careful.

For him, as a young, healthy man, this situation slowly spiraled out of control and became increasingly unbearable. Just sitting alone in the hotel rooms and relieving yourself with your hands wasn't really satisfying in the long run. The fact that he constantly had to think about Wang Yi Bo, his incredibly hot, toned body and his typical dirty grin... practically sex on two legs, didn't make things any easier. To be honest, horny wasn't a sufficient word to describe his condition. He couldn't wait to see him again. And it goes without saying that it would be an unforgettable reunion.

As he sat in the back seat of his car, he let out an angry sigh as said lover's last television appearance came to mind. He closed his eyes and remembered the sensual movements, the sexy swaying and the tempting grips on certain parts of his body. The images haunted him over the last few days and nights. Oh, how he wished he could get his hands on his man now. Flaunting his body like that in front of the cameras made him jealous. Really jealous. Even if it was ridiculous. But he would remind his naughty boyfriend again just to be safe.

Deep in thought, he only realized they had reached the hotel when his driver repeatedly cleared his throat. He hastily exited the car and almost ran into the building to avoid the crowd of screaming fans. He passed the lobby, went straight to the elevators and rode up. Only after he arrived on his floor and heard the hotel room door slam shut behind him did he breathe a sigh of relief. 

But when he tried to turn on the lights, everything remained dark. "What the hell?" Annoyed, he pressed the switch repeatedly, but nothing happened. Well, not quite. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realised it wasn't entirely dark. A few candles were placed on the floor, giving off a warm light and leading him into the main room.

His heart suddenly quickened its pace, rapidly pounding violently against his chest. Could it be? But how?

Xiao Zhan crossed the entrance area with quick steps. As he turned the corner, he was met with the most unexpected yet delightful sight - here in this room, on this bed. All he could do was stare at the person in front of him. Because there he was, the culprit of his wet dreams and his countless sleepless, restless nights. The source of his longing sat lazily on his bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of tight black trousers, a half-buttoned silky black shirt, and a loose, matching black jacket.

Wang Yi Bo.

He looked like he was about to go on stage for another great performance.

And well, he would give a very special performance that only one person could see.

“What are you doing here?" - was the first unintelligent thing that came out of Xiao Zhan after he almost drooled on the floor. The grin on Wang Yi Bo's face grew wider and more smug as he slowly got up from the bed and crept towards his, yes, prey. When he was only a few inches away, he leaned forward and placed light kisses on Xiao Zhan's neck and behind his ear. “Surprise,” he breathed, his voice low and gravelly.