“Yingjie!” Qiao Yifan paused the stream, his tone scandalized. He started laughing. “I can’t believe you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Gao Yingjie said amidst laughter. “I just…. look at him. Are you saying you don’t see it?”
He clicked to a few seconds earlier in order to replay the scene. The protagonist was meant to be managing a magical operation while pretending to work, but… well, there was that saying about the simplest solution being the one to come to mind, and a sexual explanation for what was happening underneath that desk would certainly be simpler.
“Okay, you’re right,” Qiao Yifan admitted a moment later, pausing the video again. “Now this scene gives me even more secondhand embarrassment. And that’s saying something.”
“This movie sucks,” Gao Yingjie agreed. “Your new rookie’s got terrible taste.”
“The movie isn’t the only thing that sucks,” Qiao Yifan said suggestively, but no sooner had he finished than he broke out laughing. “Sorry, I had to.”
“Yifan!” Gao Yingjie exclaimed. He paused for a second. “Do you think people ever actually get head at work like that? Or is it only in porn?”
“I’m sure people have tried before,” Qiao Yifan said thoughtfully.
“I don’t know of anything that somebody hasn’t tried at least once,” Gao Yingjie pointed out. “But is it common? Do normal people, like people we know, try?” He paused. “Not that pro players are normal people, exactly.”
“True,” Qiao Yifan said, “it’s not like we work in a normal office or anything. Still, twenty teams, at least ten players each, twelve years, I’m sure someone’s tried something.”
“It can’t be that easy,” Gao Yingjie protested. “Imagine how awkward it would be if someone were to walk in.”
“I don’t know,” Qiao Yifan said. “I think the odds of someone interrupting would be pretty low if you were careful. I mean, just pick a time late at night when nobody’s using the room…” He paused. “Yingjie, you’re the captain, you have the training room key.”
“Hey! Why are we talking about me?” Gao Yingjie protested through laughter. “Plus, you’ll be captain too, next season, if that’s the kind of conversation we’re having. Tell me, then, how do you feel about getting off at your computer?”
“Yingjie,” Qiao Yifan protested, although he sounded far from distressed. “I guess… I don’t know. I mean, I really wouldn’t want to get caught.”
“So if you knew you wouldn’t get caught, then…?” Gao Yingjie prompted.
“If you want me to be honest…. well... I can’t say I hate the idea. I might have thought about it before.”
Gao Yingjie started laughing, but less at Qiao Yifan and more at the unexpected direction this conversation had taken.
“Yingjie, don’t laugh at me, fine then, your turn. Imagine you’re offered a blowjob at your desk. Are you turning it down?”
“Who’s propositioning me? Is it like, one of my teammates? Because I’m the captain, that could be sooo awkward,” Gao Yingjie said.
“Cmon, that’s not the point of this. It can be anybody you like. Is there anybody you might say ‘yes’ to?”
Gao Yingjie hummed, choosing his next words very carefully. “I suppose there might be. But nobody can know.”
Qiao Yifan seemed delighted that Gao Yingjie had admitted to feeling similarly. Hearing his friend’s enthusiasm in response to his sexual interests made Gao Yingjie’s body feel warm and responsive. “Now we have this in common,” Qiao Yifan said. “So you can’t laugh at me anymore.”
“I wasn’t making fun of you,” Gao Yingjie insisted, even though he knew Qiao Yifan’s affront was entirely for humor. Still, he wanted to be careful. “Yifan, I’m having fun, but I don’t want to go too far. Is everything good?”
Qiao Yifan paused for a moment, causing Gao Yingjie’s heart to sink. As if he could read Gao Yingjie’s mind, he immediately clarified. “I didn’t mean anything bad; I’m having fun. I was just … how do I say this? Maybe we should change the subject, because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But you’re good, I promise.”
“I’m not uncomfortable, why would I be?”
“I’m kind of...” Qiao Yifan’s voice trailed off before he fortified himself and tried again. “Because I’m kind of getting turned on.”
“I’m sorry,” Qiao Yifan started saying.
“No, no, don’t be sorry, it’s not a problem,” Gao Yingjie interrupted, their voices overlapping. “Don’t worry.”
“Okay, I won’t,” Qiao Yifan said.
The two sat in silence for a moment. Gao Yingjie’s heart raced. He took a deep breath and told himself not to make things weird.
Things like this happened. People got turned on when talking about sex, and it didn’t mean anything. He should acknowledge the elephant in the room, but he needed to be chill about it.
“Do you want to... take care of it?” Gao Yingjie asked.
“Yingjie, it’s our weekly evening to call, I’m not going to hang up on you at like, nine p.m., to go jerk off.”
Gao Yingjie spoke before he could think better of it. “If you didn’t want, you wouldn’t have to… hang up. You could just. Um.”
It was at that point that his good sense caught up with him. The fraction of a second of silence felt like an eternity.
“What, do you mean just like--” Qiao Yifan paused. “I made a lewd gesture, but you’re across the phone and you can’t see it.”
Gao Yingjie chuckled, relieved that Qiao Yifan didn’t seem upset. “I’ll just imagine it.” He swallowed. “But… yeah, I mean, if you wanted to just, y’know. While on the phone. If nothing else, it’ll be more fun than continuing the movie.”
Qiao Yifan seemed uncertain. “What about you? Are you… are you also hard?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Gao Yingjie confessed. The idea that Qiao Yifan was turned on from talking to him, because of him, had pushed his arousal from mild to throbbing, but he left that detail out.
“And are you also going to…?”
"I don't need to, if you don't want," Gao Yingjie began. He’d kept his dick from making things awkward between them before; he could do it again.
"But do you want to?”
Of course he did. “Do you want me to?”
Qiao Yifan laughed at their circular logic. “You don’t have to, of course. If you want to, though… you may as well. It’d be better if it weren’t just me."
“Okay, that’s settled, I will.”
There was a pause where neither of them said anything. Gao Yingjie heard rustling on the other end of the line while Qiao Yifan presumably got himself situated. He put his hand in his lap, but a sense of proper comportment stopped him from continuing too hastily.
It was weird to just be sitting there in silence, wondering what Qiao Yifan was doing. "Yifan, what are you thinking about?"
"I promise I won't make things awkward if you tell me this is going too far. We can forget I ever said anything," Qiao Yifan said. The part of Gao Yingjie that was always eager to learn secrets from his best friend perked up.
"Go ahead, I asked."
"Thinking about being on my knees in the Tiny Herb training room," Qiao Yifan admitted.
It took a second for Gao Yingjie to understand, and then he was hit by a flare of surprise and arousal. He reflexively tried to block the image out, but he realized Qiao Yifan wouldn’t mind if he thought about it. Qiao Yifan was thinking about it; Qiao Yifan liked it. The idea made him giddy. “That’s not too far, it’s good. Would you tell me more?”
"Really?" Qiao Yifan asked. "We can talk about it later, but you’re okay with this topic? And you’ll tell me if that changes?"
"Definitely. Honestly, it's really hot," Gao Yingjie said. "Tell me more?"
"Okay," Qiao Yifan agreed. "I’m thinking about… maybe it’s late at night, but I go in to find you still working. I know you need a break, but I know you won't take one if I directly say that. Instead, I lock the training room door, and I move right next to your chair and kneel."
“You would want to convince me?”
“If I need to. Do I?”
Gao Yingjie paused, picturing the scenario. “I might protest a bit about being busy. You would notice, though, that I wouldn’t make any move to stop you.”
“Okay. I’ll take the opportunity to slip beneath your desk, in between your legs.”
Gao Yingjie waited. Qiao Yifan continued. “You could just ignore me, but I don’t think you will. I think I have your attention.”
“You do,” Gao Yingjie admitted. “Now what?”
"Now that you’re looking down at me, invested in what I’m doing next... I think I’ll tease a little. I know you're probably antsy about the location, and we can’t have that; I want your attention on me.”
"How would you tease me?" Gao Yingjie asked.
Qiao Yifan hummed. "I’ll touch you over your pants for a bit. Get you hard and aching for some skin to skin contact."
Gao Yingjie mimicked the imaginary touch, rubbing at himself through his pants. There was something so thrilling about doing this with Qiao Yifan. His blood raced through every part of him, and his body felt excited and ready for more.
“Okay,” Gao Yingjie said. “Mission accomplished. What next?”
Qiao Yifan drew in a sharp breath. “Yingjie, are you touching yourself along? That’s so hot.”
“I am,” Gao Yingjie said, delighted and emboldened by Qiao Yifan’s approval. “Yifan, what’s next?”
"I'll undo your pants. I'll lean in and mouth at you over your boxers."
Gao Yingjie unbuttoned his pants as per instructions and began to massage his erection through his boxers. He wished it was Qiao Yifan's fingers, Qiao Yifan's mouth.
“Yifan,” Gao Yingjie said, although he wouldn’t be able to explain why. It might have been prompting, or a plea, or maybe it was just for the sake of saying it, tasting the name on his tongue, reminding himself that Qiao Yifan was here and doing this with him.
“I like it when you say my name like that,” Qiao Yifan said. Gao Yingjie could hear the bashful grin in his friend’s voice, and he smiled. It was no secret that Qiao Yifan liked feedback when he was doing well.
Wanting to explore that a little further, Gao Yingjie tried voicing more of his feelings. “Yifan, you’re making me feel so good, I really like it. Please, Yifan, keep going?”
An intake of breath let him know his words had landed. “Yingjie! Are you trying to make me come already?”
The reward of his words landing coursed through his body, and Gao Yingjie’s eyes widened at the confirmation that Qiao Yifan was genuinely getting off to him. His hips twitched up against his palm, and he slid his pants and underwear down his legs to take himself firmly in hand. He hadn’t thought of it that way, but the idea enthralled him. He wanted to make Qiao Yifan come. “I suppose I am,” he responded. Both laughed.
“Would you like that?” Qiao Yifan asked, voice surprisingly hesitant. “Do you want me to come while I’m blowing you because of how much I’m enjoying it?”
“Yes,” Gao Yingjie immediately replied, although his words came out strangled with the arousal that shot through his chest. He tried again. “Yes, Yifan, that would be so hot, please.” He was slick enough already to be able to stroke himself earnestly.
There was a lull in the conversation, but the pause didn't feel awkward this time; they were both focused on their bodies. Gao Yingjie eagerly listened to Qiao Yifan’s slick noises and heavy breathing, imagining his friend’s expressions.
Anticipation danced through his body as he heard Qiao Yifan’s breaths speed up. He leaned forward while listening intently. A thrill ran through him from his chest to his dick when he heard Qiao Yifan gasp in a breath and hold it. A moment later, Qiao Yifan exhaled on an audible sigh, sounding content.
“Did you just..?” Gao Yingjie asked.
“Yeah,” Qiao Yifan admitted. Gao Yingjie’s hand twisted on his cock.
“That was so hot, you sounded so good.”
“Thanks,” Qiao Yifan replied. “It felt amazing. Having you here made everything so much more intense.”
Gao Yingjie made a noise of agreement, feeling breathless. He didn’t think he’d been touching himself for very long, but he was already close. He wanted even more. “Yifan, could you keep talking?”
Qiao Yifan seemed surprised, but he quickly said, “Of course”. He paused for a moment, then said, “I wish I were there to watch you touch yourself. I bet you look incredible stroking your dick.” With less lust in his voice, Qiao Yifan managed to sound even more genuine, and Gao Yingjie was left with no doubt that he meant every word.
He shivered as he pictured the fantasy. Qiao Yifan right there watching him, Qiao Yifan liking what he saw. His mind went back to the idea of Qiao Yifan coming from the pleasure of touching him, his imagination now aided by the knowledge of what Qiao Yifan sounded like at climax. Pleasure was starting to spread from his groin to his thighs, letting him know his orgasm was more in the present than the future.
His eyes fell shut. Qiao Yifan’s words washed over him as he rode the waves of pleasure. He let out another noise as he came into his other hand, stroking himself through it while he listened to Qiao Yifan continue. “--touch your waist. I’d press up against your side except that I really want to see your expressions.”
Gao Yingjie wiped his hands on a tissue, then spoke again. “Okay,” he said, when Qiao Yifan took a breath between sentences. His voice came out deeper than he expected, but he didn’t mind. “Thanks. You’re right, that was incredible.”
“Did you finish?” Qiao Yifan asked.
“Yeah.” He let himself sprawl backwards, laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling. “I really liked that.”
“Me too,” Qiao Yifan said. “Would you… want to do it again sometime?”
“Absolutely.” He paused. “Let’s talk about this later, but yeah, definitely.”
“Sounds good,” Qiao Yifan said. There was another pause; Gao Yingjie was content to enjoy how relaxed his body felt.
Then, Qiao Yifan broke the silence by saying, “You know, that movie we were watching a couple minutes ago really was awful. Let’s not go back to watching it.”
Gao Yingjie laughed, relieved by the return to normal. “Yeah, okay, you’ll just have to tell your teammate we tried to watch it but it wasn’t to our tastes.” He jokingly added, “Let’s leave out the phone sex part, though.”
“I’m facepalming right now,” Qiao Yifan said, his voice slightly muffled. “Of course. Y’know, I am so glad Happy’s new dorms have good walls. Anyway, want to play a game together online?”
“Sure,” Gao Yingjie accepted. “Just--” he looked down at himself-- “give me a couple minutes to straighten up?”
“Oh, of course,” Qiao Yifan said. “Me too, I’m putting my headphones down, I’ll talk to you shortly.” A rustling noise on the other end of the line let Gao Yingjie know he was no longer listening.
Gao Yingjie pulled his headphones off, and he got up and stretched. He cleaned himself up, reflecting on the events of a moment ago. He and Qiao Yifan would talk about it, he knew, but Gao Yingjie would first take some time to sort out what he wanted; the possibility of getting it was undiscovered territory to explore.
At least Gao Yingjie knew one thing, and that was that things were going to be just fine between him and Qiao Yifan. The details might shift, but their friendship was more than strong enough to grow with them.
Gao Yingjie moved his laptop from his bed to his desk and slid his headphones on. “I’m back.”
“Awesome, me too. Ready for me to beat you in this?”
“You wish,” Gao Yingjie shot back. Yeah, everything was going to be just fine.