He woke up at dawn, with dried mouth and heavy limbs, and groaned when he remembered bits and pieces of thing he'd rather not remember. But when he tried to move his legs, the heaviness remained. It was not from his own drunken stupor, but rather from another leg on top of his.
 
He blinked.
 
Did he just bring a stranger home?
 
He's panicking and tried to remove himself from the body that was so entangled with him, there's no clear line where his was starting and where the other's ending, because he remembered vividly the last time he's been entangled like that, by a person, who, by the way, smelled like the one behind him, cuddling him close, nose on his neck. 
Spooning him.
 
He froze.
 
He can feel it now, the familiar hardness that's protruding into his behind, the ridges of the impeccable abs, that only one person he knew, had it.
 
"Morning, ge, are you going to take care of your morning wood or are you going to let me?" 
 
That sexy voice that's been in his dream lately, whispering so close to him, tickling his ears, making him harder if that's a possibility.
 
"How did you get in my bed?" He scrambled away from the warm familiar embrace, or tried to, without much success.
 
"Mm.. stop wiggling, you're only making me harder.."
 
He froze once again, while the other nuzzled into his neck for a better position.
 
"You know ge, you have the best smell in the whole world, no one could ever compared to you." He whispered against the soft skin behind the ears.
Despite the flattery, he felt a pang in his heart. If he could say that, that would mean he was doing it to other people too, comparing their smells.
 
"Stop thinking unneccessary things." He murmured in his ear. "You're always thinking too hard, you should slow down a bit, look around, take it all with a grain of salt, instead of keeping everything inside until it blew out and ruined everything." He tucked the stray hair behind the ear, and kissed it.
 
"You mean, like you? With that devil-may-care attitude of yours that all of people, including your fans, seemed to love?" Xiao Zhan forcibly removed himself from the tempting embrace he yearned so much, feeling the bitterness that has started to creep up to his throat.
 
"You know damn well what I meant, Zhan ge." He pulled himself up on his elbow, perfectly naked in all of his gloriousness. "You know very damn well exactly what I meant, after all, I've said it enough times for you."
 
Xiao Zhan sat on the edge of the bed, covering his face.
 
"I know that, Yibo, did you think that I don't regret my every decisions, every single day?" He felt the hotness of the tears started to well in his eyes. "I regret everything." 
 
"I know."
 
Yibo stood up, and embraced Xiao Zhan from behind.
 
"I know ge, that's why I'm going to retire from the entertainment world, so that I can be with you."
 
Xiao Zhan jolted out from his embrace.
 
"What?"
 
He turned around and grabbed Yibo hard, and repeating his question.
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"Exactly what it sounds, ge. I'm retiring." He cupped Xiao Zhan's face. "If the world could not accepted you, then I will renounce them." He kissed Xiao Zhan, tenderly, showing him how serious his intention is.
 
"No, stop it..." Xiao Zhan pushed Yibo away. "This is exactly what I've been afraid of. This is why I left you. I don't need you to renounce the whole world, you're too precious to them. They need you!"
 
"But I only need you, ge, nothing else. The world can go to hell for all I care." He pulled Xiao Zhan close, unwilling to let go.
 
Xiao Zhan sobbed, and clutching hard onto Yibo's body, saying nothing.
 
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They spend the next few hours kissing, and making love, slowly, tenderly, savoring every sensations, making up for the lost times. Xiao Zhan ways loved the way Yibo worshipped his body, like he always did, and not only when they made love, but every time when they're together. A simple touch, lingering hand, soft eyes, and many more subtle hints here and there.
After a while, they fell on their back, satisfied, and Yibo's nibling on Xiao Zhan's fingers.
 
"I'm hungry, ge..." he's whining and acting spoiled, just like always when they were alone together.
 
"Now you're complaining?" Xiao Zhan laughed and pinched Yibo's cheek with undeniable affection.
 
"No, I just want you to cook something special for me..." he pouted, as usual when he wanted something from the other.
 
"Fine, fine, I will make something special just for you." He kissed the tip of the younger's nose, then stood up from the bed, looking for his boxer brief. 
 
 
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"I'm sorry I ruined your farewell party yesterday." He said it with regret, knowing that the other really enjoyed his new friends from the surfing reality tv.

"Don't be, I can always meet them anytime. Nothing is more important than you, ge" he slurped the beef noodles and inhaling the pork dumpling like there's no tomorrow. "So, what's our schedule for today? Beside having sex until you won't be able to walk, to make up for all the time I couldn't make love to you. And teaching you how to surf."

"Wang Yibo! Have some mercy!"