He found a wad of tissues, wedged into a corner of their desk by some idiot. Wrinkling his nose, Rai grabbed it gingerly and went to throw it away, passing by Han with a sigh. “I really should get them to clean up after themselves.”

The said man was lying comfortably in his bed, playing idly on a phone he’d bought from the merchants a while back. It didn’t have a plan or anything – but at least he could use the internet. His monotone voice was unsympathetic when he replied. “You should’ve ended it an hour before curfew. Then they’d have time to clean up properly. Or make better friends,” he suggested with a shrug.

Rai made a face. “They’re not friends. My only friends are you and Fangie.” His voice sweetened as he mentioned the boy’s name. “Wow, wasn’t he great today? He has a cute face but he seemed pretty protective of his pride as a man. Didn’t think he’d show us all that.” He sighed, sitting down on the edge of Han’s bunk and stretching. The man grunted in reply, and Rai cast him a brief smirk. “Come on Han, admit it. You liked it. You like Fangie, don’t you?” he cooed, leaning down close to the man and whispering against his cheek. “Zhu Han likes Yue Shantao, doesn’t he?”

“… Please stop,” Han muttered, tapping agitatedly at an unmoving portion of his screen. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh yeah?” Rai laughed, climbing into the covers beside Han and snuggling up to the man. Breathing into the warm space underneath Han’s ears, he continued in a taunting whisper. “Bet you were staring at his face whole time. Watching him cringe and shudder, watching his tongue run along the side of his mouth, watching his pink lips moan and gasp. Bet you wish you were the one sucking his cute little sausage – ah,” Rai grinned, his hand trailing over the man’s prominent erection. “What a surprise, you’re hard.”

“Rai, stop it.” Han grimaced, dropping his phone against his pillow and grabbing Rai’s arm with both hands. But his attempts to push the boy away were only half-hearted.

Recognizing the man’s helplessness, Rai got up, straddling his lap over Han’s groin and planting both hands on the man’s chest, pushing him back down as Han tried to sit up in alarm. “Come on, seeing all those guys cum made me horny. Service me, rich boy. You can pretend I’m Fang.” He grinned, licking his fingers and smoothing out his curly bangs in an attempt to mimic Fang’s hairstyle.

“I don’t feel that way about Shantao…” Han trailed off, grimacing as Rai rubbed their hips together through the thin blanket. “Besides… we don’t know if he’s immune or not…”

“What’s with that?” Rai growled, leaning forward and biting the first button off of Han’s uniform. The man gave him a faintly annoyed glare as he spat the button off to the side and grinned darkly. “What a half-assed excuse. That’s what Aris said about Yuya, too. ‘What if he’s not immune, then he’d just die in a couple weeks and I’ll be all sad’ – what a load of shit. Like you won’t be sad if you don’t give it your all?” Actually growling now, Rai lifted a finger and jabbed Han in the forehead, pushing the man’s head back. “Listen up, Zhu Han. I don’t care if my bed partner likes another man. But Fangie is my friend. You either give him your all or you disappear from his life. I don’t want him to go through what my brother went through.”

“… Rai…” Han muttered, grabbing Rai’s wrist as the boy tried to jab him again. He lifted his gaze, dark brown eyes narrowed flintily as he returned the boy’s bitter stare. “Those words aren’t meant for me, are they?”

Rai paused, expression tensing in guilt.

Brows furrowing in irritation, Han sat up and grabbed the straps of Rai’s white tank top, pulling it down the boy’s shoulders. “It doesn’t matter what I feel for Shantao – it’s obvious. He only has eyes for Aris. That man’s the one you should be scolding. I’ll be his replacement for everything else, but don’t take your anger out on me,” he said in a low voice, biting down hard against Rai’s pale collarbone.

Rai flinched, threading his fingers through Han’s short hair with a soft gasp of pain. “Right… sorry…” he whimpered, arching his back with a gusty pant as Han’s licked the wound and then trailed his tongue lower. “I can’t help it… he pisses me off…”

As the boy’s voice heightened in agitation, Han’s eyes softened and he straightened. Their lips brushed and Rai relaxed into the kiss with a grateful shiver.

“I like Fang, but… why isn’t it me…?” Rai mumbled, hazel irises narrowed in distress as Han’s fingertips brushed against his nipples. “And why did it have to be Yuya…? If it had been me, everything would have been so much easier… Yuya wouldn’t have been hurt… Aris wouldn’t have been hurt, either… and now he’s being a dick and digging the same hole, despite saying all those tough things about not caring…” The boy cringed, shoulders twitching as Han’s rubbing turned into a sharp pinch. “Ah… I’m… tired of sitting on the side and watching everyone get hurt… as much as I try to hate him… I can’t help but think… everything would be so much easier if he just chose me…”

“… You’re meant for someone else, Rai…” Han murmured sympathetically, lowering his lips to the boy’s nipples, hard and swollen from his teasing.

Breath catching, Rai curled up, arms hugging the man tightly as he whined. “Then at least… I wish that someone else was… Zhu Han…”