Wanting (Wei Qian/Wei Zhiyuan fanfic)
by me (lovexthexflash), Chapters:2/2, M/M relationship
Fandom: 關於未知的我們 | Unknown (TV 2024)
Yuan is home alone… or he thinks he is. Qian catches him masturbating.
This happens after Yuan is back from abroad.
Inspired by a post in Twitter: “The way Book Yuan is more crazy like he said things like "bro, I love this pic of yours... I wanna keep it. It will help me. I will look at it while doing masterba*e" in front of Qian face 😭”
It was one of those rare evenings when Wei Qian went out with his colleagues and new clients at a restaurant. Wei Li Li was in Milan with her boyfriend, San Pang. Meanwhile, Wei Zhi Yuan was alone in their house.
Yuan didn’t know what to do, so he decided to read one of his unfinished BL romance books in his room. Time passed imperceptibly for him. When he got to the erotic chapters, a wave of arousal coursed through him. Yuan had truly neglected himself and his needs, for too long and now it came to him with an urge.
He shoved his pants down. Yuan shuddered when his fingers found the base of his shaft and curled around it, a gasp caught in his throat. He slid his hand to his leaking tip and swiped his thumb across it, a soft moan rising from his chest as his hips bucked instinctively into his palm. His cock was solid and throbbing, slowly turning red. Yuan could not prevent the gasps that escaped his lips.
He didn’t need to squeeze shut his eyes and imagine Qian like he did before. While he was a teenager, Yuan used to fantasize and to create a lot of scenarios in his head. Qian’s muscular arms wrapped around him, Qian’s hands on Yuan, Qian’s Bambi eyes watching him, panting and moaning, Qian going down on him… everything. Nowadays Yuan preferred to watch their photos and imagined how he fucked Qian. Yuan felt possessive, though he knew he shouldn’t be, but he did anyways. His Qian was pretty, caring, loving and Yuan just couldn’t stop thinking about him.
He took two pictures out of a box under his bed and laid them on the blanket. The first was from Qian's graduation and the second photo was took on Yuan's birthday. His best pictures.
Qian in his fantasies was spread in his bed, offering himself with red in the cheeks.
Yuan could not help but moan. His grip tightened around his cock, simply the thought of Qian was enough to drive him over the edge.
He pictured him in his lap, rocking slowly against him.
The slide of his hand was wet, slick with pre-cum, his quiet breaths were getting louder, ragged and uneven, more desperate.
While he watched Qian smiling in the photo, Yuan imagined Qian having the same smile while bouncing on his cock, pleased.
He was fuzzy with need, unaware of his surroundings, the only thing he could focus on was finishing.
For a brief moment, he wondered what might have happened if Qian was home and decided to barge into his room at this moment without knocking - something he had definitely done before, because Qian didn’t approve of closing their doors like they are hiding something from each other.
How would Qian react? Why must it have been this image in his mind that made his hips rut forward again?
There was a rush in his ears that made it difficult to gauge how loud he truly was. The world around him felt distant.
That was until his door opened with a creak.
“Yuan?” Wei Qian stood frozen in place.
The sound of his name coming from his beloved sent an instant shiver over his spine.
Then Yuan’s body stilled. He knew how it seemed - Yuan’s one hand around his big cock, while watching the very familiar picture of them on his bed.
Qian's face was unreadable, trying to maintain eye contact.
“Ge. Didn't expect you back so soon.” Yuan tried to cover his dick with his hands.
Qian blushed, turned and slammed the door. He went to his own room, closed the door and leaned against it. He was flushed and panting.
If Qian was aroused of the sign of Yuan, no one had to know. No one. He would take care of the problem himself.
Wei Qian was pleased. Everything was going well with the new clients at the restaurant.
When the evening was over, Qian could finally go home. He wondered how was Yuan and thought that probably he was already asleep. So, when Qian entered their house, he tried to be quiet, not to wake Yuan up. But suddenly he heard a noise coming from upstairs. He knew it had to be Yuan and got worried.
Did he hurt himself, while I was away? I should have stayed at home. This wouldn’t have happened.
Qian ran upstairs and entered Yuan’s room without knocking.
First, he saw Yuan’s lean naked body, soft skin, eyes half-closed from passion, head tilted back. Then Qian’s eyes went down and finally saw familiar photos on bed, next to Yuan’s fist that was closed around his cock. His really big cock, which veins were very visible. Yuan’s hips were moving. Yuan was grinding into his hand. Qian’s heart thundered, his breath was sucked from his lungs, he felt the sticky heat on his skin mingling with his own sweat.
“Yuan?” Wei Qian stood frozen in place.
Qian figured that it would happen one day – they lived under the same roof, and it was normal thing for youngsters to do. But this, this was wholly different! Yuan now was a grown man, with a very big… tool. After Qian called his name, Yuan stopped moving.
“Ge. Didn't expect you back so soon.” Then Yuan tried to cover his dick with his hands too late for Qian.
Qian definitely was turned on, he didn't want to be, but that sight was definitely hot. Therefore, he tried to maintain eye contact and hoped Yuan didn’t saw how turned on Qian is. But he couldn't stop himself thinking about it.
Qian blushed, turned around and slammed the door. He went to his own room, closed the door and leaned against it. He was flushed and panting. He couldn’t believe what just happened. He never felt like this with any girl, but seeing Yuan like this, made him very hard and his pants were getting tight. He ran into the bathroom, and locked himself.
Qian knew he was the center of his brother's world, that Yuan saw him as a partner in a relationship. Yuan made it very clear, when he confessed four years ago. But it didn’t occur to Qian that Yuan wanted him sexually too, even masturbated to his pictures.
Qian quickly undid the fly of his pants and took them and his underwear off, letting his erection out. He hadn’t done this in a long time. His hand closed tightly around his fully hard dick, he pumped his fist quickly, chasing his release. Tears of guilt and ecstasy rolled down Qian’s face, he was more desperate for that than for anything else in his life.
When he closed his eyes, the only thing in his mind was Yuan naked, especially couldn’t stop thinking about Yuan’s desperate thrusts and moans. Maybe it was the lack of pussy that’s making him think about Yuan this way. But he knew this wasn’t the case, that even then he shouldn’t be turned on by his brother.
Qian himself had to fight back his own moans. He pressed a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle any sounds he was making.
His traitorous mind wondered what Yuan was fantasizing about all these years. What and how were they doing it?
Qian’s mind was getting fuzzy with the haze of a coming orgasm.
“Yuan!” Qian quietly moaned behind his hand. Would Yuan moan back his name?
He finally cummed, and his legs felt weak and shaky.
The guilt and embarrassment flooded through him just a second later when he finally sucked in a full breath. He felt terrible, his chest pounded with resentment. He forced himself not to think what he had done as he cleaned himself up.
There was no returning from that. He was really and truly fucked.
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