Stay With Me

Ch 12. The Dark

Or, Feng He realizes that Cheng Qing needs him 'for real'

Feng He was driving but Cheng Qing refused to let go of his hand the entire ride home. Dinner had been stressful and although they had left before making any real headway...the ground work had been laid. It was a start and it wasn't nearly as bad as Feng He had imagined.

When they got to their building he parked the car in their spot by the elevator. He was about to get out when Cheng Qing reached for him. "Hold on a second." Feng He turned back to Cheng Qing who took both his hands in his. "I love you too."

With a firm hold, he pulled Feng He closer and kissed him softly before finally letting the other man go so they could exit the vehicle. Feng He was smiling as he followed Cheng Qing to the elevator bank touching his lips with light fingers so the memory of Cheng Qing's lips lingered a little longer. "You waited until now to tell me that?"

"Yeah. I was afraid if I said it at the house my dad would lose it."

"Hey...they understand a little. I think we'll be alright." Feng He assured him as they stepped into the elevator. Although the words were as much for his benefit as they were for Cheng Qing. "Give them time. Remember how long it took us to figure things out. Let's give them the same amount of time at least, okay?"

"You are too kind." Cheng Qing complained.

"I am." Feng He said as a joke. "I have to put up with you don't I?"

Feng He was clearly laughing at Cheng Qing but the other man wasn't having it and he moved to the corner of the elevator away from Feng He to sulk. Until he felt the elevator shudder and he moved back to stand next to his boyfriend. Then the lights flickered and went off and the lift came to a sudden an abrupt stop.

Cheng Qing grabbed onto Feng He in the dark.

"You are such a baby." Feng He said with a laugh as he returned Cheng Qing's embrace thinking the other man was doing it for fun.

Only Cheng Qing wasn't laughing. He was trembling and whimpering. Trying to get a grip on Feng He but his fingers seemed unable to hold on tight enough to sooth whatever demons were riding him. It was so troubling for Feng He that he didn't know how to react at first. But the more distressed Cheng Qing became the more he felt he had to do something.

Feng He pushed him until his back was against the wall. Then he pulled him into his arms and held him tight so his entire body was touching a part of his. Cheng Qing was holding on to him so tight but they were sliding down and Feng He realized the other man could barely hold himself up.

The fear was real.

"Hey A Qing. Come on. You have to calm down. I'm right here." He said trying to comfort his lover but Cheng Qing just pressed his face into the crook of his neck and held on.

But the more Feng He tried to call him the more Cheng Qing seemed to panic. His breath was getting fast and choppy and Feng He realized he was well on his way to a panic attack. So he did something he'd seen in a series*. He tipped Cheng Qing's head back and kissed him; hard.

It was so sudden and so brief that Cheng Qing was forced to take a deep breath just to assimilate what had happened.

Then while he was still a little confused about what to do, Feng He kissed him again. Only this time it was slow and lingering. His lips parting and playing with Cheng Qing's. The hold Cheng Qing had on him tightened as Feng He continued to explore his mouth. Sucking and licking; biting, eating. Cheng Qing's reaction wasn't from fear any more. He was trying to get his body as close to Feng He as he could.

The shift from fear to arousal was so sudden that Cheng Qing was dominating the kiss and trying to get even closer to Feng He. The way their bodies were against each other in the corner of the elevator not conducive to the embers of desire they had been ignited, that they were now fanning into a burning flame.