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Look (At No One Else)

Summary:

Jiang Cheng masturbates in the evenings.

Jin Ling knows this because every evening that he can, he watches.

There is a key hole in the door to his Jiujiu’s bedroom with a clear view of the bed, and though the house is old and hazardously creaky, Jin Ling has spent most of his life learning where all the noisy floorboards are, learning how to open his own door and the one to the bathroom without them squeaking, knows how to silently get from his room to crouching on the floor right outside of Jiujiu’s with his hand in his pants, and, importantly, how to noiselessly make it to the bathroom and then back to his own room when he’s done.

When they’re both done.

Jin Ling has always been a little too obsessed with his jiujiu, but Jiang Cheng starting to date drives him to drastic measures. The plan goes a bit awry, but he still gets what he's always wanted in the end.

Notes:

I tried to combine a few of your prompts into one, I hope you enjoy it!!

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Jiang Cheng masturbates in the evenings.

Jin Ling knows this because every evening that he can, he watches.

There is a key hole in the door to his Jiujiu’s bedroom with a clear view of the bed, and though the house is old and hazardously creaky, Jin Ling has spent most of his life learning where all the noisy floorboards are, learning how to open his own door and the one to the bathroom without them squeaking, knows how to silently get from his room to crouching on the floor right outside of Jiujiu’s with his hand in his pants, and, importantly, how to noiselessly make it to the bathroom and then back to his own room when he’s done.

When they’re both done.

Watching him had been an accident the first time.

It was not an accident the hundreds of times since.

It should have stopped here, Jin Ling knows. With him watching things he shouldn’t and Jiang Cheng never ever being the wiser. And for a while that had been fine, just fine, until Jin Ling had gone abroad for an internship with a well-respected international company and on his first visit home discovered that Jiang Cheng had started dating again.

He hadn’t done so since Jin Ling was a little kid. For good reason.

He knows he shouldn’t be jealous, should just be happy for his uncle finding love and companionship, especially now that the house is empty with Jin Ling gone for long stretches, but there is this pit inside him that gnaws painfully every time he has to look that woman in the face, every time he hears Jiang Cheng say her name, every single time he imagines what they must get up to at night instead of Jiang Cheng’s usual evening masturbation sessions.

He hates it.

He feels slightly guilty for hating it, but that doesn’t change the fact that he hates it.

Jiang Cheng breaks up with her a few weeks later, and Jin Ling wonders how much of it is their own incompatibility and how much is the fact that he was - while not explicitly rude - very, very cold to her.

Jiang Cheng, fortunately, doesn’t seem too broken up about it. Which is good, because Jin Ling hates to upset him, hates it when he’s upset at all. Unfortunately, his uncle does seem determined to continue dating. 

When he doesn’t hear anything further about it, though, Jin Ling decides to snoop, discovering on his next visit home that Jiang Cheng has another girlfriend. His jealousy flares even further at the fact that Jiang Cheng hasn’t even mentioned her. In fact, he seems to be actively hiding the relationship from Jin Ling.

He knows why, it’s not a mystery, but he hates it.

He’s sick of watching from the key hole in the door, sick of not being able to have what he really wants.

Most of all he’s terrified of the possibility of Jiang Cheng finding someone and not having time for him anymore, not loving him as much, not centering Jin Ling in his life. He can’t deal with that. He can’t deal with being anything less than Jiang Cheng’s whole world.

So he forms a plan.

His jiujiu has never been great with technology. He can text just fine, but he doesn’t really do video calls unless Jin Ling initiates them - Jin Ling isn’t even sure he knows how - which means that by happenstance he has never ever seen the inside of Jin Ling’s bedroom abroad.

He knows his jiujiu’s porn habits, too, from curiosity and a shared computer when Jin Ling was younger, and more recently from the fact that he borrowed Jiang Cheng’s laptop and checked on his last visit home, just to make sure.

He starts a page on a webcam site.

The other intern he shares his apartment with is out for several hours every Wednesday evening with consistency - some sort of book club, he mentioned once or twice - and Jin Ling takes full advantage of this. He films a video every Wednesday, edits it, and keeps a consistent posting schedule of every Friday night at nine.

He changes his voice slightly, moaning in a higher pitch than comes naturally to him, never saying more than one or two words at a time, always in that altered voice. He never shows his face, favoring positions where he can easily keep everything above the shoulders out of frame, or have the camera angle from behind.

He tailors his activities to Jiang Cheng’s porn searches, buying see-through lingerie, a cock ring and a wand vibrator to use on the head of his cock for overstimulation, a thing his uncle seems to be extremely into. He even purchases a waterproof mattress pad and pisses on himself for the camera, an act he really thought he wouldn’t like but was willing to do for the cause, but surprisingly found more enjoyable than he’d anticipated.

He already owns a small selection of dildos, vibrators, and cocksleeves, and he makes use of one or two every week, until he’s built up enough of a backlog of videos to set his plan into motion.

He makes a throwaway email, and sends a link to his page to Jiang Cheng. The man has never been good at telling the difference between scam emails and normal ones, so even though this will look like the former, he has every confidence his uncle will click on it.

Now it’s just a matter of waiting.

He doesn’t have to wait long. He checks his account on Tuesday, and sees he has a new subscriber. It’s not Jiang Cheng’s real name, of course, but it’s still stupidly recognizable as his jiujiu. He shakes his head with a fond smile.

Sandu watches his videos every Friday like clockwork, almost as soon as they’re released. He never comments, which doesn’t surprise Jin Ling, but he knows he’s watching them because he always likes every single one.

The plan is in motion, and Jin Ling is greatly looking forward to his next visit home.

 

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Jin Ling finishes his last day at work before a full two weeks off, and the very next day he boards a flight home, eager for the next stage of his plans.

Jiang Cheng is at work when he arrives, and he takes the time to snoop around, concluding that his uncle is, in fact, still dating that woman - or possibly a new one, he can’t be sure - if the second toothbrush and fancy lotion in the master bathroom is anything to go by, not to mention the used condom and wrapper in the trash.

He makes a face at it and moves on, rooting around under the bed for the box he knows is there, for the thing he needs for his next filming session. One of the man’s dildos - he can’t take his uncle’s favorite one, the one he keeps in his bedside drawer, he would notice that one is missing far too quickly. He also grabs a pair of worn, purple boxers from his hamper. He doesn’t need it for filming or the plan, they’re just for himself, and he can’t help bringing them to his face right there as he picks them up, breathing in his Jiujiu’s scent and closing his eyes.

He’s missed him.

He’s hard already just from that simple act, and he can’t help palming himself with his other hand, leaning against the wall and sniffing his uncle’s underwear as he ruts into his own hand, too impatient to even unzip his fly, until he’s coming with a gasp muffled by cotton, making a mess of his own boxers. He briefly fantasizes about leaving his own come-filled underwear for Jiang Cheng to find, but that’s not part of the plan.

Maybe another time, once the plan has succeeded.

He walks out of his uncle’s bedroom, grabbing the oversized hoodie hanging on the door on the way out after a moment’s consideration. Jiang Cheng will notice that one is missing for sure, but it’s not really weird of him to steal it, and it wouldn’t be the first time.

 

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This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

His uncle is crying.

He’d opened the new video that Jin Ling had filmed in his own bedroom, the one he’d grown up in, and recognized it instantly, of course. And well, Jin Ling had expected some hesitance, some surprise. It had even seemed like it was going well, at first.

Jin Ling had gotten to the door earlier than usual, watching Jiang Cheng set his lube on the bedside table, get out his favorite dildo, undress down to just his t-shirt and nothing else, and pull up Jin Ling’s page on his phone. Jiang Cheng had spent a minute then getting comfortable in bed, laying back with his eyes closed stroking himself slowly to full hardness before grabbing his phone again and playing the new video. Jin Ling had heard the tinny rustling through the door as the Jin Ling in the video turned the camera on and sat back in his desk chair, and he’d watched Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen with shock at the familiar setting and the even more familiar sweatshirt he’d decided to wear for the shoot.

Just Jiang Cheng’s sweatshirt, nothing else.

The hesitation had come, Jiang Cheng removing his hand from his cock and sitting up, just staring in horror at his phone, before slowly, slowly that hand crept back to where it had been, and Jin Ling had grinned and pressed against his own hand as Jiang Cheng returned to getting off, still sitting up, still tense and wide eyed, but still masturbating, even knowing now who he was looking at, who he was watching with his feet up on the edge of a chair, baggy sweatshirt just barely covering everything between his spread legs, fingers teasing at the wet spot forming on the sweatshirt that did not belong to him.

Jiang Cheng’s cock twitches in his hand, a drop of precome running down the side to meet his fingers, and then suddenly those fingers are gone again, his uncle is sitting up properly on the edge of the bed, face in his hands and shoulders shaking.

“Fuck!” The exclamation is quiet but harsh, and accompanied by an angry toss of his phone halfway across the room. Jin Ling winces at the noise it makes when it collides with a piece of furniture.

And now the man is crying, shoulders shaking with muted sobs as he presumably attempts to not be heard by his nephew, whom he knows is in the house, but does not know is listening from right outside his door.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

He was supposed to keep watching.

He was supposed to keep watching until he saw that Jin Ling had stolen his toy from under his bed, and he was supposed to hear Jin Ling moaning in his normal voice and calling for his jiujiu as he fucked himself on Jiang Cheng’s toy in Jiang Cheng’s sweatshirt and-

Before he knows what he’s doing the door is open and he’s halfway to the bed and Jiang Cheng is staring up at him in shock and shame, eyes wet and cock still hard between his legs despite his mixed emotions, and Jin Ling maybe knows somewhere deep down that all of this is completely insane, that he’s too possessive and too jealous and not normal, but he can’t help that he hates hates hates to see Jiujiu cry.

Hates to be the cause of it.

Needs to fix it.

He grabs the phone from the floor and finds the case cracked but the phone itself fine, still paused just a minute into the video, and tries to shove it back into Jiang Cheng’s hands even as the man is attempting to cover himself with a pillow.

The phone ends up on top of the pillow over Jiang Cheng’s lap, Jin Ling kneeling on the floor in front of him and pleading, “Don’t cry, please don’t cry, you were supposed to keep watching, Jiujiu, you have to keep watching.” He begs.

“Jin Li-” Jiang Cheng starts, voice choked, but Jin Ling isn’t done.

“It was all on purpose, okay? You don’t need to cry about it. How do you think you even got that link in your email, Jiujiu?” Jiang Cheng is still looking down at him in shock but it’s slightly different now, less guilty and more… he doesn’t know. Something else. He presses play on the video again, “Just watch, okay? Just watch, it- I wanted you to know it was me, eventually, that was always the plan, I just… I didn’t know you’d cry about it!” The tone in which he says the last words is a little crazed, incredulous and desperate to fix.

Jiang Cheng swallows and says nothing, and together they watch as the video continues.

He watches his uncle’s face flip-flop between guilt and shame and lust as the Jin Ling in the video adjusts his position and lifts the sweatshirt so that his hole is visible, stretched around Jiang Cheng’s toy, watches Jiang Cheng watch him press it in and out and moan out the thing he’s called him his whole life, watches Jiang Cheng’s fists clench around his pillow.

His uncle pauses the video again, and looks up at him like he’s seeing him for the first time, and Jin Ling leans forward, resting his hands on Jiang Cheng’s bare knees.

His jiujiu does not push him away. He simply swallows visibly and asks, “Why?”

“Because I love you. Because I want you.” He says honestly, “Because I hate it when you look at anyone else but me.”

Jiang Cheng looks away, “How did you even know what I was doing, Jin Ling?”

There’s no point hiding it anymore, “I was watching.”

Jiang Cheng glances at the door, “Through the keyhole.” He says, not really a question, but Jin Ling nods after only a tiny bit of hesitation, “I thought… in the past, I thought I saw…” He swallows again, “How long have you been doing that?”

Jin Ling just shrugs, and Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

He tugs at the pillow in Jiang Cheng’s lap ever so slightly, and Jiang Cheng’s fist tightens in the fabric.

“Jiujiu,” He tries, “You’ve already been jerking off to me for months. I saw how you kept going for a minute even after you recognized my room.” The corner of Jiang Cheng’s mouth tightens, lips quivering a bit like he’s going to start crying again, and Jin Ling abandons the pillow in favor of raising a hand to his uncle’s face, “No! No, no, don’t be upset, it’s okay. I wanted you to, remember?”

Jiang Cheng won’t look at him, so he leans closer to his face and grips his uncle’s jaw, tilting his head so he has to look at him, at least a little bit. Jiang Cheng barely fights him.

“Just- just let me.” He tugs on the pillow again, with his other hand this time, and to his delight and great relief Jiang Cheng’s fist uncurls, allowing Jin Ling to tug it away from his lap, abandoning the pillow and phone on the bed and leaning forward the last few inches to kiss the older man.

Jiang Cheng is still tense at first, tense all through the kiss even as he reciprocates, but as soon as Jin Ling gets his mouth around his cock - flagging but still partially hard - he practically melts, and Jin Ling savors his success along with the taste of precome and the familiar musk of Jiang Cheng’s crotch at the end of the day. It’s so much better like this than from stolen underwear, so much stronger, so much more real.

He bobs his head and swirls his tongue until his uncle is a moaning mess, bent over him with fingers in his hair, and then he pulls off, manhandling Jiang Cheng all the way onto the bed, the older man’s legs spreading wide for Jin Ling to settle between before he even has to ask. Jiang Cheng is still having trouble looking at him, and he knows the smirk on his face isn’t helping, but he can’t control himself, especially not when his jiujiu flushes like that every time he so much as glances at Jin Ling’s face.

His uncle is so pretty. Always has been.

He’s too impatient to remove Jiang Cheng’s shirt or even do more than unzip his own pants and pull himself out, but Jiang Cheng doesn’t complain, doesn’t say anything as Jin Ling reaches for the lube and pours some onto his hand and his cock. He slicks himself up first, then turns his attention to his jiujiu, who gasps as his nephew’s fingers touch his hole, two of them pressing inside.

He knows exactly how much preparation Jiang Cheng likes, knows he always starts with two fingers, knows their hands are a similar size, knows his own cock is around the same size as his uncle’s favorite toy.

He can make it perfect for him, more than anyone else, and he’s going to.

Jiang Cheng’s knees fall wider on the bed as Jin Ling fingerfucks him, just as quick as he’s watched the man do to himself a hundred times. He moans loudly when Jin Ling finds his prostate and abuses it as he continues stretching him open, and Jin Ling enjoys the noises all the more now for the way Jiang Cheng isn’t trying to keep quiet in this old house with thin walls, and for the way that they are just for him.

He maybe gets a little too distracted playing with his Jiujiu’s hole, because eventually the other man grunts out, “A-Ling. Get on with it.”

Jin Ling laughs, pulling his fingers out and shuffling forward, grabbing Jiang Cheng by the hips and pulling him down the bed slightly to meet him, leaning forward a bit as he stuff him full of his cock, as his uncle moans and squirms at the stretch, wiggles to get comfortable in the same way Jin Ling has watched him do on a toy so many times.

He waits for him to adjust, then pulls partway out, fucking back in and setting a reasonably fast pace.

“You’re going to break up with her now, right?” He asks his uncle breathlessly, because he can’t wait, doesn’t want to, needs to know Jiujiu is his and only his.

Jiang Cheng makes a noise that’s half laugh and half sob, but he keeps pressing back against Jin Ling so he figures he’s not really crying, “How did you even find out about her?” Jin Ling ignores the question and just gives him a pathetically pleading look. His uncle groans and pinches his wrist meanly, “You really did chase the last one off on purpose, didn’t you. God, Jin Ling, I thought you’d’ve outgrown that.” He moans, catching his breath, and Jin Ling pauses, expectant, not giving Jiang Cheng what he wants even when he tries to fuck himself onto his cock. His uncle finally, finally makes eye contact with him, “Yes! Fine. Of course I’ll break up with her, it’s not like she’s going to want a man that willingly jerks off to his nephew’s videos, let alone lets him fuck him. Clearly trying to find someone else was a mistake.” His tone is slightly hysterical, and Jin Ling takes pity on him, starting to move again.

He fucks him fast and hard again, shifting so that he can stretch out over his uncle, mouthing at his chest and neck and jaw, sucking marks into them, one hand on Jiang Cheng’s hip and the other on his cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts.

His uncle writhes underneath him, moaning and panting, and Jin Ling falls over the edge when Jiang Cheng calls out his name in pleasure, filling him up as he feels the other man’s walls clench around him, feels his cock spurt between them.

He knows he should be ashamed of all of this, and he certainly wishes now that he’d gone about it in a way that didn’t make his uncle cry, but… well, he can’t help feeling a certain amount of pride at the pleasure on his jiujiu’s face, the bliss in his voice as he calls for his nephew.

Even the shame that he sees follow it across Jiang Cheng’s face cannot put a damper on his mood as the orgasm fades and they both catch their breath.

He allows himself to collapse, half on the bed and half still on top of Jiang Cheng, cuddling into his side. He feels an arm wrap around him after only a little bit of hesitation, and he presses his smile into Jiang Cheng’s chest.

“Mine.” He squeezes Jiang Cheng’s hip in his hand possessively, “You don’t need some random woman. Only me.”

“I’m sorry, do you want an apology for me attempting to date?” Jiang Cheng says sarcastically, “I apologize that my looking for love like a normal person offends you so much.”

Jin Ling nuzzles further into him, “You were looking in the wrong place.” He grumbles, “I’m right here. I’ve always been here.”

Jiang Cheng sighs, but the arm around Jin Ling squeezes briefly, so Jin Ling is content.

A few moments later, Jiang Cheng speaks again, “...Did you steal a pair of my boxers?” He asks suspiciously.

Jin Ling makes a noncommittal hum against his skin, and Jiang Cheng groans, pinching him again, this time on the back.

“Fucking hell, Jin Ling. You’re a creep.”

He looks up at the older man, “Do you love me anyway?”

“Just… you’d better not become someone else’s stalker.” His uncle says wearily, “I’m not bailing you out of jail.”

Jin Ling grins, “Yes you would.”

He gets a glare in return, but no verbal disagreement. He knows he’s right. His uncle will do anything for him. He’s always known it.