#kansang

Liu Sang had just enough presence of mind to put his empty beer bottle on the cluttered table, but not enough to make sure it was standing. Thankfully one of his now former co-workers managed to catch it before it could roll off and smash on the ground.

As Liu Sang wove his way across the club, trying to avoid the mess of noisy bodies, he tried to figure out the best way to get those arms around him. Unfortunately he was no longer in possession of common sense or a sharp strategic mind.

The man with the glorious arms had stopped laughing before Liu Sang reached him, which was an absolute travesty. He wasn't talking to anyone, standing alone by his own table, attention focused on sorting through the many bottles. His arms flexed as he shifted the bottles around, lifting them up and putting them down. Liu Sang whimpered at the thought of them.

The man with the glorious arms looked up at Liu Sang suddenly, and smiled. It was a very nice smile, made by a very kissable mouth. Liu Sang knew what he had to do.

If he wanted that body on him, he'd have to start a fight.

He reached out to shove the man with the glorious arms, but his hand refused to apply any actual force, simply sitting on the man's bare shoulder. The skin under his hand was warm. Soft but firm. Supple.

Attack failed, Liu Sang tried with his other hand, but it became ensnared in the man's vest. The man was looking at him with a mixture of mirth and confusion, so Liu Sang did the courteous thing and explained what was happening.

“I am going to punch you,” he said clearly, “in the mouth,” because that would definitely start a fight and end with the man's body on his own. He could not, however, actually punch him, Liu Sang realised, since both his hand were occupied. He'd have to deliver the blow another way. “... with my mouth.”

The man with the glorious arms laughed, “Kissing? Okay, we can do that.”

'Kissing,' Liu Sang decided, 'is a much better idea.' So he nodded and leaned in. The man's mouth was warm and moist, but not slobbery and wet, which was good. The slick friction of tongue and lips was nice, every slide of skin felt like sunshine seeping into him.

Best of all, the man's glorious arms were now around Liu Sang, which was ideal.

Everything else became irrelevant, even the pressing cacophony of the club jumbled together into an obnoxious but easily disregarded white noise. There was only the ongoing kiss and the strong arms and delightful chest and the man whom they all belonged to and the couch they were cuddled up on.

Had they started on a couch?

Irrelevant, Liu Sang decided, and continued kissing. Time became irrelevant as well, but for a moment his higher brain functions attempted to resurface when the noise changed.

“What's Jinx doing here? He didn't say he was coming, he's been ignoring my texts for a week. Oi, Jinx!”

“Leave them alone Pangzi.”

“Can't, it's time to leave. Jinx, Kan Jian!”

Higher brain function ultimately failed, in favour of the man's (Kan Jian's) mouth and arms and everything. There were other hands suddenly, which gave up trying to pull them apart after Liu Sang smacked them away, but didn't give up trying to pull them both somewhere.

The car wasn't accommodating, so Liu Sang tucked himself more securely against Kan Jian's body as they continued to kiss. The snickering around them, comparatively louder now the press of club noise was gone, fell neatly into 'also irrelevant.'

They were moved again, which was beginning to get annoying, but then they were lying down, and-

Liu Sang woke with a throbbing headache. His jaw felt slightly sore, though he wasn't sure if it was related to the headache. He groaned and pressed his face into the warm body beside him, determined to ignore reality until the pain went away.

“Hey,” Kan Jian's voice was loud in Liu Sang's ear, though the word itself had been whispered. Liu Sang grumbled in response. Kan Jian laughed, trying to be quiet and Liu Sang frowned.

Not with pain, or rather not because of the pain, but because something was... not right. Slowly he raised himself up to look at Kan Jian's handsome face. His boyfriend really was too good looking. Liu Sang wanted to keep looking, but his body was making other pains known. His clothing had twisted while they'd slept, and it was threatening to cut of blood flow in places.

Liu Sang rolled off Kan Jian, wiggling delicately to straighten his clothing without jostling his head. When he was done he lay exhausted staring up at their ceiling.

Their ceiling.

Their...

'Ah,' Liu Sang realised, he wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be at a hotel until 9 am.

He sat up enough to look at the clock.

10:30

“Fuck,” he said and flopped back down, wincing.

“Laoban already sent someone to get your stuff,” Kan Jian said, leaving the bed. Liu Sang whined and reached to stop him, but Kan Jian hadn't been going far. Just far enough to get a packet of painkillers and a bottle of water from the bedside table. “Here.”