five

"Told him I wanna fuck" my brain malfunctioned as soon as these words left Zhan's mouth, my head was screaming shit, Yibo, run! The secret's out!' whilst my dick was thinking, "I like the sound of that! It was all I could do to suppress the sigh as I heard the rest of Zhan's sentence: "His sister" before my face scrunched up in a sort of half- disgust, half-confused sort of way.

"Yibo doesn't have a sister," Yu Bin pointed out rather dumbly.

That's part of the joke, Yu Bin. Zhan rolled his eyes and rested them upon me with a smirk before he shot me a sly wink. I ignored him and focused my attention towards Yu Bin, who was standing there with his mouth in an 'O' shape as he caught on.

"Anyway, you guys wanna head on up to the sixth form common room? The guys are all waiting for us up there." Yu Bin said, already turning to leave but stopping as he realized we weren't following him.

"Yeah, Yu Bin, we'll meet you up there; you go ahead." Zhan gestured with a nod of his head for him to continue on without us. As soon as Yu Bin was out of sight, I smacked Zhan around the head with my hand.

"Ouch-" Yibo, he mumbled.

"What the fuck, Zhan? You sodding wanker!" I screamed at him in a whisper.

"What?" He questioned incredulously, his pitch higher than usual.

"Told him I wanted to fuck his sister" - my tone was snide as I mimicked Zhan's words in a petty way

"Seriously, man, what the fuck? What the fuck?" I stressed, but Zhan just laughed. "I thought it was funny. Should have seen your face when I said the word fuck," he continued to laugh, not paying me any attention as he lost himself in his humor.

I fought the urge to smack him again and walked ahead to the common room. When I arrived there, I spotted my usual group hanging out in the usual far corner of the room, by the football table.

"What's up Lads," I greeted with an over-confident grin. They welcomed me like I normally always am, lots of bro-hugs and slaps on the back, a couple of cheers tossed in there as well, for no particular reason. I glanced down at the foosball table where Ji Li, the shortest lad of our group, and Li Bowen, the football-obsessed man, were currently involved in a game. "Who's winning, then?"

"Me 'cause I'm bloody damn good." Ji Li boasted, shooting me a sideways grin. I returned it with a quirk of an eyebrow. Smiling, I leaned against the wall, out of the way of my crowd of friends surrounding Li Bowen and Ji Li. I was joined not soon after by Zhan, unsurprisingly. It's funny how one little thing can make someone go from enjoying their mate's company to wishing they would just sod off.

Zhan propped one leg up against the wall, standing next to me and leaning into my shoulder slightly. He turned his head so his lips were centimetres from touching my ear, and whispered, "Do you reckon I could make you cum just with words?" I didn't need to see his face to know that he was smirking. "It'd be sort of kinky, wouldn't it? To do it right now, in front of everyone. To make you cum in your pants."

Zhan, I warned in a deep tone, keeping my voice low and my eyes on the lads in front. I felt something brushing down the side of my thigh, gently and barely there, but I didn't want to lift my gaze from watching out for unwanted eyes that might get the wrong idea - or the right idea about what Zhan was doing. The gentle brush moved further up my thigh and across, towards my zipper, becoming less gentle and more provocative.

"I bet you I could. Right here." His hot breath breeze against my ear and down my neck as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "You keep shaking your head, Yibo, just makes you look even more eager for it." If it was even possible, I'd say his voice dropped even lower and more seductive; the length in my pants was twitching with arousal and my breathing grew shallow. I could feel his fingers fiddling with the zip on my jeans like he was playing with me about whether he would or wouldn't pull it down. I was hoping to God he wouldn't. And I was hoping to God that he'd just shut the fuck up, too. Strangely enough, his words stopped, but that caused his lips enclosing my ear lobe licking the edge with his tongue and sucking, his teeth gently nipping at my skin.

I swallowed, finding it hard to keep my concentration on the other people. I was screwed if someone saw, but I just couldn't move. My attention was drifting and my dick was hardening and I was just fucking losing control. And Zhan was bloody smirking. His hand withdrew from my zipper and I looked at him warily.

"Fucking slut," he muttered, his smirk widening into a grin. I took a deep breath and chewed the inside of my cheek to calm myself down.

"You're such a dick, Zhan."