“The only thing is, why is there only one bed?” Wu Xie notes with a playful frown as he points at their new bed. “How do we sleep this way? You’re too big for the couch.”
“This bed is for both of us!” Pangzi replies, trying to hold back a grin at Wu Xie’s childish antics.
Before he knows it, Wu Xie is throwing himself on the bed. “What do you mean, both of us?” He sits up straight and holds up a hand to shush Pangzi and his complaints. “Whoever sits on it first gets the bed. Now it’s mine.”
He looked incredibly proud of his childish solution to their ‘problem’. Pangzi laughs and shakes his head.
“Who made up those rules? Don’t we always split things evenly?” Then just as childish, Pangzi adds, “Actually, I should take two-thirds based on my size.”
Sadly, Wu Xie was prepared for this silly argument. Of course he was, there’s nobody in the world better at coming up with petty arguments than Wu Xie.
“Exactly!” Wu Xie agrees at first. “Because of your size, neither of us can be comfortable here, right? So if you sleep on the couch and I sleep here…”
“You want to be comfortable?” Pangzi grins mischievously.
Wu Xie nods proudly, certain he has won.
“Well then, Tianzhen. You should cherish the time we have together. Who knows when I’ll move out!”
“Move out?” Wu Xie asks, clearly confused. There was a pleading look in his eyes for a moment, sad at the mere thought of one day being separated from Pangzi.
In his confusion, Pangzi takes his chance and launches himself at him.
A smile instantly appears on Wu Xie’s face again as he shakes his head and tries to hold Pangzi off. “No! Pangzi! I told you, whoever sits on it first gets it!”
But Pangzi easily pushes him onto his back on the bed and straddles his waist. He grips Wu Xie’s wrists and presses them down against the mattress, completely immobilising Wu Xie.
Wu Xie squirms a bit under him, only stopping once Pangzi’s hands slide up and intertwines their fingers together. He bites his lip harshly when Pangzi leans down close with a grin and asks, “What was that again? Whoever sits on it first gets it?” Then Pangzi rolls his hips against Wu Xie’s. Wu Xie instantly starts squirming under him again, hips pressing back urgently. “Well I sat on this first, does that mean I get it?”
He evades Wu Xie’s attempt to kiss him easily, urging him for an answer with a stern but playful look and another roll of his hips.
Wu Xie lets his head fall back against the mattress and moans softly, both in arousal and despair from being denied a kiss. He nods decisively, though. “Yeah… Yes, you get it, Pangzi, it’s all yours.”
“All mine?” Pangzi repeats.
“I always have been,” Wu Xie replies softly.
Pangzi’s eyes soften immediately as he breathes in slowly, as if this information is news to him.
Deftly, Wu Xie slips his hands out of Pangzi’s grip. He reaches up to cup his cheeks, fingers itching to curl into his neatly coiffed hair. Then he repeats himself, pressing the words into Pangzi’s skin with a kiss. Hoping he’ll believe it this time and will never forget.
