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"Shu Yi! Papa brought you a souvenir!" Father announced as he burst into the house.
Shu Yi didn't answer because he was upstairs in his bedroom, entirely wrapped up in Shi De's arms. Shi De had been gone on a trip to his step-father's company in America for two weeks, and as soon as he'd stepped back through the front door the day before, Shu Yi hadn't let him get more than a hand's width away from him. And his dad invading his personal space wasn't going to change that.
"Shu Yi? Son?" Father called, his voice echoing up the concrete walls.
Shi De let out a soft growl and pressed his face further into Shu Yi's collarbone. Despite their comfortable time being interrupted, the action and sound made Shu Yi chuckle. His boyfriend let out a curious hum.
"You already beat him, and yet you're still jealous of my father," Shu Yi noted, amused.
Lifting his head just enough that he could meet Shu Yi's eyes, Shi De said, "He keeps interrupting my time with you. It's like he does it on purpose."
He probably did, actually. Shu Yi would not put it past his father to have people following him around, telling his father any time he and Shi De were alone for more than fifteen minutes, just so he could come interrupt whatever they were up to.
Shu Yi pressed a kiss to Shi De's cheek. "You're ridiculous," he chastised, but it came out way too fond to be effective.
Still, Shi De huffed in mock affront. "You still get jealous of my little brother," he countered. "You actually called him your rival last week."
Shu Yi's jaw dropped. He tried to pull back from the snuggle but Shi De locked his arms around him like an octopus. "That's not the same," Shu Yi protested.
Grinning, Shi De continued, "He's seven."
"That's just the same as you and my father," Shu Yi shot back.
Shu Yi didn't know which was more pathetic, fighting for his boyfriend's time against a literal child, or fighting for a boyfriend's time against said boyfriend's childish parent.
Probably fighting a child. Dammit. At least Father was being difficult on purpose.
With a sigh, Shu Yi gave up the fight and sank back into Shi De's embrace. He'd lost a week with his boyfriend to said child—and the American company, whatever—so he didn't want to waste any more time. Just as he'd rested his forehead against Shi De's, both of their eyes closing, the bedroom door was flung open and in waltzed Father with arms laden with bags.
"Tou-san!" Shu Yi griped, glaring at his father.
Father yelped and covered his eyes, then lowered them and tried to look dignified. It didn't really work. They were both clothed, anyway, and Father had come into a bedroom. He deserved to be embarrassed.
Holding one of his arms up, Father said, "I'm back from Japan and I brought you gifts."
He couldn't seem to quite look at them. If Shu Yi turned his head, he knew Shi De would have a shit eating grin on his face. No doubt he saw this as a tally in his favor in the never-ending battle against Father.
"You can leave it on the table downstairs," Shu Yi responded, pointing at the door. "Why did you just bust in my bedroom?" he griped.
"I—Because—Well—I'm your father. I'm entitled," Father floundered.
Shu Yi glared. "Go downstairs. I'll meet you in a few minutes."
Still flustered, Father barely put up a fight before leaving. With a sigh, Shu Yi deflated. Against his side, Shi De's fingers tapped a slow, distracting rhythm. And it would be so easy to be distracted, but though Shu Yi and his father still weren't on the best of terms, it was still his father. He couldn't have sex with his father just downstairs, in a house that echoed as much as his did.
So, with a grumble and a final kiss to Shi De's lips, Shu Yi rolled out of bed and went in search of proper clothes and the bathroom. When he came back to the bedroom refreshed, wearing his typical lazy-day attire, he found Shi De still sitting in bed—though now he was on his phone. Shi De looked up at him, his eyes darted down then back up, and he gave a wicked smile.
"What?" Shu Yi asked, patting himself down like he might find something embarrassingly out of place.
Shi De shook his head and then nodded toward Shu Yi. "Father may have brought you gifts from Japan, but I gave you a lasting souvenir too, didn't I?"
His gaze was dark and possessive, and Shu Yi knew immediately what he meant. Stepping over to the mirror, Shu Yi tilted his head and stared at—yep—a large, dark hickey on his neck, just at the edge of his jaw. There would be no hiding that from his father, nor from anyone at work, even with makeup.
Behind him, Shi De gave a chuckle and Shu Yi glared at him. Pointing, he said, "Watch it. I'll pay you back three times tonight. We'll see whose neck looks the worst come morning."
Shi De held up his hands in surrender. "I give up. Do what you want to me."
God the offer was tempting. Shi De's sleep shirt liked to slip off his shoulder, showing his collarbones, and Shu Yi wanted to lick him. But…Father.
With a groan, Shu Yi rolled his neck and then turned toward the door. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay right where you are. I'll be back soon."
Whatever Father wanted to give him or say to him would have to be quick. It was morning and Shu Yi was starving and he had a delicious boyfriend waiting on him upstairs. Shi De may think he had to compete with Father for Shu Yi's attention, affection, and time, but he'd already won in every way that mattered.
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