Want || Malian
Mal practically raced home from his crappy job, barely even stopping at red lights or street signs. Rushing up the stairs, he showered and got himself ready, throwing on a lime green jockstrap and some other clothes. It didn't really matter, he wasn't planning on wearing them for long. Nearly falling in his haste, he took the stairs in twos, jumping in the car and speeding off.
The familiar road spanned before him, bright lights illuminating the way as he traveled towards Xian's house. The car door slammed as he arrived and hurried out, roaring up the stairs to Xi's place. He stopped to catch his breath at the door, checking that he still looked hot. Then he knocked, waiting for his boyfriend.












