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Logically, Nie Mingjue knows that Jiang Cheng is a very attractive man.
He’s seen people stop and stare when they walk together down the street. When they visit bars, Jiang Cheng is often bombarded with a barrage of free drinks sent his way. Hell, he’s even been asked for his number while kissing Nie Mingjue.
He knows that Jiang Cheng is attractive.
But he can’t help but regret his ignorance when Jiang Cheng finally comes with him to the gym.
Nie Mingjue likes to think of himself as a good boyfriend. He doesn’t like to be too controlling because Jiang Cheng is his own person and he respects that. He can make his own decisions without Mingjue breathing down his neck. But god damn it, the leggings Jiang Cheng chose to wear are downright sinful and Mingjue is so close to making him change his pants before anyone else sees him like that.
He doesn’t, because once again, Nie Mingjue is a good boyfriend.
But that marks the beginning of his downfall.
The leggings hug Jiang Cheng in all of the right places and it makes Mingjue’s mouth water. His thighs are thick and muscular and Mingjue fantasizes what it would be like to be crushed by them. It would be an honorable death, he thinks. That’s not even including Jiang Cheng’s bubble butt. Nie Mingjue has never been anything but grateful for it before (they provide very nice stress relief), but there’s always a first time for everything and he curses the way they bounce ever so slightly with each step.
The tank top he wears doesn’t help either. It’s cut so loose that the slightest lean forward has Jiang Cheng exposing his entire chest (ohmygod his chest, Mingjue could write sonnets about his shoulder to waist ratio, the glorious collarbones that Mingjue loved to leave marks on, his perfect and perky little nip-).
Nie Mingjue clenches his fist to stop himself from doing anything rash.
“Mingjue-ge? Is there something wrong?” Jiang Cheng asks, with a tilt of his head.
God Mingjue just wants to squish his cheeks and kiss him he’s too cute too cute his Jiang Cheng is too cute -
“Yeah, I’m alright. Let’s get going.”
-
Nie Mingjue was, in fact, very much not alright.
If he hadn’t been holding hands with Jiang Cheng when they walked into the gym, he does not doubt that all of these sweaty gym rats would be all over his partner (of course, Nie Mingjue is also a sweaty gym rat, but he is a sweaty gym rat that is very fortunate to be able to call Jiang Cheng his).
Nie Mingjue is a Big man, and he is aware of this. His shoulders go for miles and he’s tall enough to have to duck through some doorways. He knows that he is intimidating enough on his own whilst doing nothing, but that doesn’t stop him from puffing his chest and jutting out his chin every time someone sends a look down their way.
“Oh my god, you are ridiculous,” Jiang Cheng sighs, exasperated.
“Huh?”
“Stop sticking out your jaw, you look even more like a neanderthal than usual.”
“A-Cheng,” Nie Mingjue pouts, “be nice to me, I’m defending your honor.”
“I can defend my own honor, dumbass.”
“A-Cheng is so mean,” he pauses, “you should be careful, otherwise I’ll start liking it too much.”
He watches as Jiang Cheng’s face blooms into a shade of scarlet starting from his ears and his breath hitches. Jiang Cheng is so pretty like this. His best boy. His soft boy who could probably suplex him onto the floor. His incredibly strong and sexy boy who is sputtering in anger and embarrassment while Nie Mingjue is losing his mind over everything he does.
“Shameless!”
“Only for you, my love.”
“Shut up!”
With a chuckle and a peck on Jiang Cheng’s forehead, the two make their way into their own corners of the gym. As Mingjue walks over to the weights, he sees Jiang Cheng open the doors to the studio room he reserved for the next hour.
Nie Mingjue originally asked Jiang Cheng to come with him to his gym because the latter was looking for a place to practice. Jiang Cheng’s usual dance studio was closed down for renovations for the next couple of weeks and Mingjue could tell that he was itching to let loose.
He knows that Jiang Cheng likes to push himself at work. He takes on jobs that could easily be handed over to his subordinates and micromanages every detail. He knows that Jiang Cheng likes being in control of his environment and enjoys being productive and busy. But, he also knows from experience that it can be extremely taxing.
Jiang Cheng relaxes with physical activity. Morning runs and nightly activities aside, Jiang Cheng is most free when he’s dancing. Though he doesn’t perform competitively anymore, Madam Yu’s teachings are forever ingrained as muscle memory. When he has the time, he likes to learn new choreographies and post his covers online. (Jiang Cheng insists it’s to track his progress and make sure he’s improving, Nie Mingjue just takes it as a blessing and watches them religiously.)
In the back of Nie Mingjue’s mind, a nagging voice is warning him to be wary. Jiang Cheng is all alone looking like that . Who knows what could happen?
The rational part of him wins over though, and Nie Mingjue starts to focus on his own workout.
-
Now, Nie Mingjue doesn’t really have a lot of regrets in life, but they seem to keep piling up on this day because as it turns out, a lot could happen.
After about half an hour, he takes a small break to drink some water and rest. Upon doing this, he realizes 2 things.
- There is a crowd forming outside of the studio door.
- Jiang Cheng is on the other side of said studio door.
He doesn’t like it one bit.
Pulling himself into his full height, he settles a glare on his face as he walks towards the room Jiang Cheng is in. As he gets closer he starts to hear the whispers, and his expression darkens even more.
“Oh my god, his ass .”
“How is he that flexible?”
“Do you think he’ll start from the beginning again? I missed the first part.”
“You didn’t miss the first part, you just want to record this time.”
“Just watch, I’m gonna tap that.”
The last one especially made him walk even faster, in a hurry to get to Jiang Cheng.
Shoving people away from the door (and ignoring their complaints that are soon silenced as they see who exactly shoved them), Nie Mingjue can hear the song that plays through the speakers and leaks through the crevices. Peeking inside, he sees Jiang Cheng slowly walk towards the mirror on the far side of the room and realizes that he must be starting the choreography over again.
And so, Nie Mingjue could do nothing but watch as Jiang Cheng nails every point and hits every beat. When Jiang Cheng drops to the floor, his jaw follows. Every hip thrust has him imagining traces of hands along his body. He watches Jiang Cheng twerk and he can feel his soul leave his body.
He grinds against the floor and for a second, Mingjue blacks out.
Jiang Cheng was breathtaking .
And Nie Mingjue was so, so horny .
When he sees Jiang Cheng press the stop record button on his camera, Mingjue takes no time to slam open the doors to the room.
Jiang Cheng turns around confused before his face brightens up upon seeing who it was.
“Mingjue-ge! Are you done? I kind of finished up a bit early so I thought I could-” Jiang Cheng cuts himself off with a shriek as Mingjue picks him up and wraps his (heavenly) legs around his waist. Mingjue smiles in satisfaction as Jiang Cheng’s arms automatically find their way around his neck. “Nie Mingjue! What are you doing? Put me down this instant!” he demands.
Nie Mingjue simply ignores him and heads over to the nearest wall to press Jiang Cheng against.
“Do you have,” he breathes out, “any idea of the grip you have on my heart?”
Jiang Cheng freezes up first, but the initial shock of Mingjue’s words seems to wear off as his mouth slowly turns into a smirk.
“The grip on your heart? I think you and I both know you’d much rather have my grip somewhere else now,” Jiang Cheng nips Mingjue’s lips with his teeth.
As Nie Mingjue tightens the grip he has on Jiang Cheng’s thighs and hurries to their car (ignoring the various whistles and hollers sent their way), a single thought occurs to him like clarity.
If Jiang Cheng is his downfall, he doesn’t mind diving in.