Yìchén Mujin
Yìchénhadsearchedallover for Chen, and after talking to one of his family's security guards, he knew the man was in a meeting with his father. No matter; he could wait. For the past couple of weeks, ever since the night Chen had given him the royal fuck against the hood of his car, he'd been glued to the man. Yeah, Chen told him that they could never be, that they had to stay apart, but that was hard to do when Chen was his teacher—a perk he took full advantage of. At least he tried to. Chen's resolve was proving to be a problem. He knewthe man wanted him. He'd taken hold of the badass second-in-command's cock a number of times and felt nothing but desire in its hardness.
Why was Chen being so fucking stubborn?
Perhaps he wasn't being forceful enough. Sure, he'd flirted like crazy before, and Chen had managed to ward him off, but what was so different about that night that made Chen give in? Was it because he was pissed off that night? No, that couldn't be it, because Yìchén had managed to piss the man off twice since then and was only scolded, not fucked. He was sitting in the yard, swinging on the swing, when a shadow cast over him. He turned to see one of Chen's men smoking a cigarette.
Oh hell yeah. This guy was one of Chen's trusted guards who worked with him in Beijing. In fact, he was Chen's right hand, his best friend, the perfect man to ask since these two went way back. Zhang Ying joined the family around the same time as Chen when they were teenagers. Chen was fourteen, and Zhang was thirteen; they'd been brothers from a different mother for thirty-three years. He would certainly have some insight. Yìchén twisted in the swing to initiate the conversation he hoped would give him the clues he needed to seduce Chen again.
"Hey, Zhang, I have a question I need you to answer," Yìchén began in Mandarin.
"What?" the guard asked in kind.
"What makes Chen horny?"
The guard drew deeply on the cigarette, his dark gaze lingered on his boss's second youngest son, known as the "Troublemaker." When Chen had confided in him that he'd fucked the boss's son on the hood of his car that night Yìchén had snuck out, he knew the boy was going to be the bane of Chen's existence. One of the reasons he was out here watching Yìchén now was because Da Han didn't want his son sneaking off again, so he was under surveillance.
"Why would I tell you that?" Zhang tossed the butt of his cigarette to the ground and stepped on the fading embers as he exhaled the last of the smoke.
"Ahh come on, I won't tell him who told me," Yìchén begged.
Yìchén looked at Zhang and had to give the man a detailed view because he was as handsome as Chen, with just a little bit of his age of forty-six years in his features. Still no gray hairs, like Chen, and he couldn't help but wonder if the two men ever shared a pretty little thing. Ohhh, new level of kink unlocked for Yìchén. It wouldn't be the first time he'd ever been in a threesome if he could have one, but fucking best friends would be a first. He'd fucked brothers once, when he was eighteen on prom night. But those were boys; these were men. The slut in him was too damn curious.
"You should do Chen a favor and stop trying to get with him," Zhang said.
"Why can't I?"
Zhang snorted. "You know why."
"My father wouldn't kill you. I'm grown and can fuck whoever I want. Chen is just worrying for no reason. Either that or he's just looking for any excuse—no matter how flimsy—to avoid me," Yìchén stated.
"That should tell you that he doesn't want you," Zhang said.
Yìchén rolled his eyes. "You weren't there that night he threw me over the hood of his car, snatched my pants down, and fucked me like his life depended on it."
Zhang's brown eyes widened, and he looked around to make sure no one else could have heard what Yìchén just said. "Do you just tell everyone your business like that?"
"You're not just some random stranger or numbered guard. You're Chen's best friend. There isn't anyone on earth that knows more about him than you do." Yìchén rose from the swing and sauntered over to Zhang. "Listen, I'm not going to stoppursuing him. My ass has never felt so good with a cock in it, and I want his cock in my mouth too. In fact..." He ran a finger down Zhang's black tie. "I bet you two have fucked a guy together, right?" His gaze locked with Zhang's.
The man's expression was unreadable as he stared back at the flirt. "Stop it," he said, then brushed Yìchén's finger away.
"And what if I don't?" Yìchén challenged.
"Chen is out of your league, and you're off-limits. It's as simple as that," Zhang said.
"So, what about you? Are you out of my league? Am I off-limits to you?"
Zhang snorted. "Well, aren't you fickle? One minute you're all over Chen, and now you're ready to switch to me?"
Yìchén smirked in a flirtatious manner as he let his gaze linger on Zhang's sexy mouth. "Maybe I just want to use you to make him jealous." He pressed his palm to the man's muscular chest. "Ooh, I love how you keep yourself in shape. So, are you out of my league?"
Zhang laughed and looked away to think about his reply before returning his stern gaze to Yìchén. "Exactly. But even if you weren't off-limits to us, you could never handle both Chen and me one-on-one, let alone together."
Yìchén's eyes widened. "So you two have had a threesome before!"
"Why are you even looking at me if you claim he's the one you want?" Zhang asked.
"Because I'm greedy. But really, it's Chen I want. I want him as my husband, and I want you both for a treat," Yìchén said.
