His name was Xiao Jun. He rode the same bus as him and always got off at the same stop three stops before his own stop.

Yangyang sighed dreamily and flicked through his music playlist as he tried to ignore the fact that the beautiful boy was sitting only a few seats behind him on the other side of the bus.

Xiao Jun always tended to sit at the back of the bus. Quite often Yangyang would make eye contact with him as he found a seat when he hopped on the bus after him. It was only a fleeting moment but Yangyang always got butterflies when it happened.

Xiao Jun was looking extra handsome today, he must have just had his hair cut. His black fringe had covered his eyes but today his beautifully intense eyes were on show as his fringe sat neatly atop his eyebrows.

Yangyang subtly turned his head so he could see his handsome crush. He was sitting three seats back looking down at his phone. Like Yangyang he also had earphones in. Yangyang wondered if by some moment of chance they might be listening to the same song at this very moment.

Xiao Jun then suddenly looked up from his phone and stared straight at Yangyang. Feeling his cheeks heating up Yangyang immediately turned to face towards the front of the bus and slumped further down into his seat. Xiao Jun had just caught him watching him, how embarrassing.

Still, Xiao Jun had noticed him. The butterflies continued to flutter in Yangyang's stomach.

Xiao Jun was eighteen and two years above Yangyang. They had never spoken to each other before but Yangyang liked to watch him at lunchtimes. He was always playing sports with his friends, whether it be football or basketball and Yangyang always sat down somewhere close by during lunchtime to watch him play.

One of his classmates, Renjun had recently figured out that's what he did during lunchtimes and had told him he was a creep but Yangyang didn't care. He just ignored Renjun like he ignored everyone else who seemed to think he was weird.

Truth be told Yangyang didn't really have any friends and he was lonely. He occasionally talked to a guy named Hendery in his class, but Hendery was handsome and popular and he would only talk to Yangyang when no one else was around. Yangyang understood though, if he were in Hendery's shoes he wouldn't want to risk being caught hanging out with a loner and a weirdo either.

The next stop was Xiao Jun's stop. Yangyang heard a beep and the ‘bus stopping’ light flashed on. The bus slowly pulled to a stop at the side of the road. Xiao Jun walked past Yangyang and stepped off the bus, his backpack hanging nonchalantly off one shoulder.

Yangyang watched through the bus window as he began to walk down the street. Then he made a split-second decision and the next moment he was scrambling off the bus and standing on the sidewalk.

Oh my God, what am I doing?

Yangyang watched wide-eyed as the bus pulled back into traffic and drove away from him. He was now standing alone at the bus stop. The wrong bus stop.

He turned and saw Xiao Jun walking ahead of him, unaware that Yangyang had also gotten off after him. He swallowed and adjusted his backpack on his shoulders and then began walking in the same direction.

What are you doing you idiot?

If Renjun saw this he really would think Yangyang was a creepy stalker, Yangyang thought to himself. However he still continued walking.

He kept at the same pace as Xiao Jun, staying a reasonable distance behind him so the older boy wouldn't notice. He didn't really know what he was doing by following Xiao Jun, or rather he tried to convince himself he wasn't aware of his own intentions. He just kept walking.

He pulled his earphones out and stuffed them into his pocket. He listened to the light tread of Xiao Jun’s footsteps as he walked. They were the only ones in the street.

Xiao Jun then turned a corner to the left, walking out of sight of Yangyang. He panicked at suddenly not being able to see the older boy he was following and hastened his pace to a run. He turned the same corner and then walked straight into someone.

“I'm sorry I-” Yangyang stopped midway through his apology when he looked up and realised who he had walked into.

It was Xiao Jun.

The older boy looked at him with a cold expression and Yangyang took a step back.

“Why are you following me?” Xiao Jun asked. His voice was smooth like honey but had a warning tone to it.

“I-I wasn't, I was just…” Yangyang knew he sounded stupid and unconvincing but he didn't know what to say.

Xiao Jun stared silently back at him while he waited for an answer.

Yangyang scratched his cheek nervously and looked at Xiao Jun's plump lips rather than looking him in the eye.

“I wanted to talk to you.” He said quietly. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

“About what?” Xiao Jun asked.

Yangyang suddenly wished he had long sleeves that he could fidget with but he hadn't even brought his school jersey with him this morning as it was too warm.

“About anything really.” Yangyang replied. “I-I want to be friends with you.” He cringed internally at how desperate and needy he sounded.

There was silence for a moment and then Xiao Jun spoke.

“Do you want to come to my house?” He asked simply.

Yangyang's eyes shot up to Xiao Jun's. “Really?!”

Xiao Jun nodded. Yangyang couldn't read his expression but could tell he wasn't lying.

“Yes, I would love too!” Yangyang replied, unable to keep a wide smile off his face.

Xiao Jun then turned on his heel and continued down the street. Yangyang fell into pace next to him, grinning ear to ear. He couldn't believe his luck, Xiao Jun had invited him to his home.

“I'm Yangyang by the way.” He said while they walked.

“I know.” Xiao Jun replied, making Yangyang's heart almost leap out of his chest.

Xiao Jun knew who he was? His crush knew who he was?

Yangyang had the sudden urge to hold Xiao Jun's hand but kept his hands at his sides, thinking better of it. He didn't want to scare Xiao Jun away.

After five more minutes of walking they reached a tall apartment complex. It looked new and the exterior was covered in glass. Xiao Jun punched in a code and then pushed the door open. Yangyang followed him silently down a clean, well lit hallway to an elevator where he pushed the button for the fourteenth floor. Yangyang noticed there were eighteen floors in total.

The elevator reached the fourteenth floor and the door slid open to let them out. Xiao Jun walked over to an apartment door with the number 1402 on it and punched in another code on a keypad beside the door. There was a beep and he pushed the door open and walked inside.

He kicked off his shoes at the doorway and hung his backpack on a hook against the wall. Yangyang followed suit and hurried into the large apartment after him. His mouth fell open as he took in the expensive looking apartment and it's high end furnishings.

Plush grey carpet covered the floor beneath his feet and floor to ceiling windows lined one side of the wall, letting afternoon light into the large room. To the right stood a sleek black kitchen with gleaming aluminum appliances and a black granite bench top. The rest of the area was split into a dining and lounge area, with a white leather couch sitting in front of a very large flat screen TV mounted to the wall. Yangyang had never seen a TV that big in his life.

“My parents aren't home at the moment so we're alone.” Xiao Jun said. He turned and motioned with his hand for Yangyang to follow him down a hallway to the left.

Yangyang took one last look around the room before following him. Xiao Jun's family were obviously rich from the looks of their apartment.

Xiao Jun stopped outside the first closed door on the right of the hallway. He opened it and stepped aside to let Yangyang in.

“Come in.” He said lightly.

Yangyang slipped passed him and stepped inside his room. It was large like the rest of the apartment but cozy, with olive green painted walls and dark navy blue bed sheets. Warm afternoon sunlight was flooding through sheer curtains along another set of floor to ceiling windows, warming the plush carpet beneath his feet and making the other boy's king size bed look very inviting.

Xiao Jun closed the door behind him and stood watching Yangyang.

Yangyang took a step over to Xiao Jun's bed and sat down gently on the side of it. He slid his fingers out and along the sheets, smoothing out the soft fabric. The room smelled like the older boy and he thought the bed in which he slept must carry a stronger scent. Slowly, he reclined back, feeling his feet slightly lift off the ground as his legs hung off the end of the bed. He fanned his arms out on either side of him and titled his head so his cheek was pressed against the sheets.

He had been right, Xiao Jun's bed sheets captured more of his sweet scent. Yangyang breathed in the delicious scent deeply, his nostrils filling with a warm, sweet aroma, like vanilla and baking. He wondered how someone could smell that heavenly. If it was something like soap or a fragrance the older boy used, or if it was simply his natural scent.

“Hey.”

Xiao Jun's velvety voice pulled him out of his thoughts and Yangyang turned his head to see that he had come to stand in front of him. He had his arms crossed and stared down at him with a guarded expression. In Yangyang's eyes though he looked breathtaking.

His frame was lit by the light orange sunlight coming through the window behind him. His thin t-shirt clung to his body and Yangyang could see the slight definition of his muscles along his arms and wide shoulders.

Yangyang lifted himself off the bed to get a closer look at Xiao Jun's face. He stared up at him with his lips parted in awe and the older silently looked back at him through his long black lashes. Xiao Jun's jawline was strong and defined and his skin looked smooth and flawless. His eyes were beautifully shaped and held an intensity about them. His lips too, looked enticing, full and a natural reddish pink.

His beauty was effortless and Yangyang found it intoxicating. He could feel arousal heating up his body. Blood flowed downwards and an erection strained against his pants.

He needed Xiao Jun's body against his.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Xiao Jun's arm, yanking him forward.

Xiao Jun let out a gasp in surprise as he was pulled onto the younger's lap. His hands clasped onto Yangyang's shoulders to steady himself and his knees came to rest on either side of his legs. Xiao Jun's eyes grew wide as he felt the bulge between the Yangyang's legs and he tried to push himself off of him.

Yangyang wrapped his hands around the back of his neck keeping him in place. He stroked his fingers over the short strands of hair at the base of his head and leaned closer.

“Do you want me that badly?” Xiao Jun asked, causing him to stop.

Xiao Jun's lips were only inches away from his. He looked up from his lips and the older's gaze sent pin pricks of arousal over his skin. Words failed him as he tried to respond and instead a small moan fell from his lips and he nodded.

Xiao Jun's lips curved ever so slightly into a smirk.

“Okay then.” He whispered.

Without another word Xiao Jun adjusted his position atop Yangyang so he could reach down and unbutton his pants. Yangyang felt pressure release on his erection as he then unzipped them. With his arms still wrapped around Xiao Jun's neck he lifted his hips off the bed so the older could slip his pants off. He then reluctantly let go and let his hands trail down Xiao Jun's arms as he stood to pull his pants from his body. His briefs were now the only thing separating his pounding erection from Xiao Jun's touch.

He watched as Xiao Jun glanced down at the bulge straining against his briefs before he pushed his hands lightly against his chest. Yangyang willingly fell back against the sheets, his eyes never breaking contact with Xiao Jun's while he slipped onto the bed and straddled him.

He let out a breathy gasp when Xiao Jun slipped his hands under his shirt, gently trailing his fingers along his bare skin as he pulled the shirt up and over his head. Xiao Jun then pulled off his own shirt and dropped it to the floor behind him. Yangyang's eyes hungrily trailed down his chest drinking up the image of his taut muscles and abs.

Then, without any warning the older rolled his hips causing immense pleasure and friction as Yangyang’s erection rubbed against his clothed crotch. Xiao Jun placed his hands on his shoulders and continued to rhythmically rock his lower body against Yangyang’s erection. A moan reverberated in Yangyang's throat as pleasure and desire quickly took hold of his mind.

“More!” He managed in a breathy voice.

Xiao Jun chuckled and lightly trailed a hand down his chest. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and Yangyang gasped in pleasure and bucked his hips as Xiao Jun's fingers wrapped around his hard cock.

But rather than the pleasurable stroking that he expected, Xiao Jun's fingers closed around his cock roughly and Yangyang cried out in pain. He opened his eyes and looked up at Xiao Jun hovering over him with a twisted smirk on his lips.

“Did you think it would be that easy to get into my pants?” He asked in a low tone.

He squeezed harder and Yangyang yelped. He felt tears building at the corners of his eyes.

“Did you think I didn't know about you? How you watch me all the time like the sick little stalker you are?” He asked, bringing his face closer and glaring holes deep into Yangyang's eyes.

“Please, I'm sorry.” Yangyang cried as tears now streamed down his face and onto the bed sheets.

Xiao Jun ignored his cries and continued. “And then you hop off the bus today and think you can follow me home? You're such a filthy creep, no wonder you haven't got any friends.” He spat in disgust.

He finally released his grip on Yangyang's now limp cock only to grab his chin with the same hand.

“Why don't you satisfy yourself pervert?” He said darkly as he wiped his thumb over Yangyang's lips.

He then got off the bed and pulled his top back on before glaring down at the boy in tears on his bed.

“Get out.” He ordered, throwing his clothes at him.

Yangyang couldn't understand what had just happened but he quickly came to realize that Xiao Jun was not what he seemed to be. He wiped his tears away and quickly put his clothes back on while Xiao Jun watched him. He lowered his head and ducked past the older boy, fearing that he might hurt him again and then ran to the door where he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his backpack and exited the apartment.

The wait for the elevator was nerve wracking and as soon as it arrived he ran inside and pushed the close button feverishly. Yangyang hiccuped uncontrollably as he tried to calm himself but tears once again ran from his eyes. Once he reached the ground floor he ran from the apartment building until he found a quiet, unpopulated spot, that happened to be a small alleyway behind a convenience store. There, he finally let himself cry.

Huddled with his back against the grubby exterior of the store, he wrapped his arms around himself and cried and cried until there were no tears left.

When he looked up the sky had darkened and the afternoon sun was gone. It was probably time to head home now. He didn't know how long the walk home would take but he didn't care. He stood up, dusted himself off and began to walk.

Yangyang might hate being lonely but in that moment he preferred that he was alone.

A/N well Yangyang made some real good decisions that didn't backfire at all ;) ;)
Poor Yangyang, he's a hopeless romantic...

Anyway this is going to be a smutty book so please enjoy if that's what you like :)

Also tell me your thoughts, I love to hear them!