Quick reminded that this is based off of a true story and is very personal and dear to me.

That next few day's weren't nearly as exciting as Yao thought they would be. To his surprise, Ivan would be gone from early in the morning till late at night. Well, I guess it really wasn't much of a surprise. He was a busy man with plenty of work to do. Still though, Yao wished he would spend more time at the house.

He'd never admit that, though.

Yao was taking it easy. He figured he was sort of milking this situation for all it was worth. He didn't have to go to work, he didn't talk to anyone he didn't feel like talking to, and he really didn't leave the house. Not that he wanted to either way. His fear of Francois was still crippling, despite his futile efforts to gain some "courage."

He was developing a schedule while remaining in the house. Wake up, sit in bed for an hour or so thinking or checking things on his phone, get up, shower, eat a bowl of sugary cereal, and then look through the house. He would spend an hour or more each day looking through the rooms of the house, digging around in the cabinets and things like that. The only room he avoided was Ivan's room. He did respect his privacy to that extent. He dug around because he was curious, not because he was nosey or worried about the kind of man Ivan was.

After digging around, he'd have lunch and sleep for a few hours more. He'd started reading some of Ivan's books after that. He hadn't had any time to read in months, so not that he had time, he was taking advantage of it. He didn't completely understand some of the more difficult books, though. He was currently attempting Dante's Inferno, which really was hell in its own way to read. But he powered through, just like he'd always done with things he didn't quite understand.

Through all of this, Yao was sick. He had caught a cold the other night which was in no way surprising. He was actually surprised it wasn't worse. He felt disgusting and his nose was constantly tinted pink, but knowing he was safe made the feeling worthwhile.

Ivan came home later than usual that night. It was around 10:30 and Yao was draped across the couch, head hanging limply over the edge and hair sliding off his shoulders. His nose had finally stopped running so much and he could actually breathe a little. He was happy to see Ivan walk through the door, but disappointed to see that he looked incredibly worn out from work. He glanced at Yao, flashed a warm smile, and headed upstairs.

He knew it wasn't his place to say anything, but Yao was tired of just seeing Ivan around the house twice a day for less than thirty seconds. He knew he shouldn't be pissed. I mean, Ivan didn't even have to let him live here. Wasn't that enough for him? To just know that Ivan cared enough to allow Yao to live with him?

"Ivan?" Yao spoke quietly, standing up and walking to the bottom of the stairs. Ivan stopped just before he reached the last step and turned around, smile now faded. "What is it, Yao?" He asked, meeting Yao at the bottom step.

Yao hadn't actually thought of what he was going to say, so he just sort of stood there for a moment staring at Ivan, then looking away, then staring again. "I . . . well, I haven't really seen you in a while. I mean, I see you in the morning and at night but I just see you, I don't actually interact and I guess I just miss it." Oh God, why. He sounded like a rambling idiot. He should have just kept quiet and been grateful for what Ivan was already doing for him instead of asking for more. He looked down and started to walk away but felt Ivan's hand on his shoulder.

"I understand. I've been really busy lately. I don't mean to be so distant, but we all have our flaws, don't we?" He said with a smile, moving the hand on Yao's shoulder down to his hand so he could hold it, which made Yao smile. "Look, I can make it up to you?" He offered, squeezing the others hand and starting upstairs again. Yao followed closely behind, careful not to let Ivan's hand go.

To his surprise, he was led to the bedroom Ivan was letting him stay in. He almost pouted when he thought Ivan was just going to leave him there, but instead of walking out the door, he sat down on the bed, pulling Yao down with him and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

At this point, Yao didn't know how to react at all. He figured something was going to happen when he felt Ivan's hand cupping his cheek, but he wasn't sure what, and the whole situation made him so nervous that his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and when he lifted his own hand to touch Ivan's cheek, his fingers shook. Ivan's lips curled into a comforting smile and he leaned in for another kiss, but this one was far different. It was more passionate than the last. It grew even more so when Yao felt Ivan's tongue against his own. Somehow, this kiss made him relax and he melted into it, hand sliding around to the back of Ivan's head.

Soon, warm kisses were being pressed to Yao's neck and couldn't do anything but stare at the top part of the wall, wondering if this was really happening. It almost seemed too good for him and he felt as if he didn't deserve kisses that were as nice as these ones. He accepted each one regardless, tilting his head back to expose his neck to Ivan. "Could you lay down, please?" Ivan asked quietly, already moving Yao onto his back before he could even say yes or no. He didn't mind, though. He would have done it either way.

He did get nervous again, though. He didn't realize it was so obvious until Ivan said, "You're shaking, Yao. You're nervous about this?" Yao didn't answer. His eyes met Ivan's and he looked at him pleadingly, nodding his head. Ivan sighed quietly to himself, not upset, just contemplating. "Tell you what," he began, positioning himself over Yao and kissing his forehead. "I'll take it easy for you now. I promise it'll be okay and if I do something you don't like, you can ask me to stop and I promise I will. And I don't break my promises, Yao."

Yao smiled weakly, even letting out a small laugh at him. It wasn't funny or anything like that, he just wasn't used to be talked to so kindly by anyone about to touch him like this. "Okay, Ivan," he finally said. Once he said this, Ivan moved down further, pushing up his shirt a bit to kiss his abdomen. Yao shivered at the touch and gently ran his fingers though Ivan's hair.

At this point, Yao was anxious. He knew what Ivan was doing now and he felt a surge of gratitude and love for Ivan and for all he was doing for and to him. He let out a sigh when Ivan tugged his pajama shorts down and placed his palm over the front of his underwear, groping him through the fabric. He clenched his jaw and tried to swallow the sounds he wanted to make. Ivan started pulling down Yao's underwear slowly, looking up at his face to make sure it was okay, and when there was no sign of objection, he slid them down completely.

Ivan wasn't surprised to see that Yao wasn't very big and was completely smooth. He looked up at Yao again, who was staring at the wall and blushing, a worried look on his face. "Uh . . . yeah, I guess I . . . am I okay?" He asked, not knowing what to do and immediately regretting saying anything at all. Ivan laughed at him, loving how worried he was over nothing. "You're absolutely perfect, Yao," he murmured, taking his length in his hand and stroking him. Yao bit down on his lip, arching his back to get closer to his hand, feeling a little guilty for wanting more.

After a few more strokes, Ivan leaned down further and spread Yao's legs, kissing his thighs warmly, sucking on different spots and leaving pinkish-red hickey's trailing up to his hips. Each one made him a little harder and he couldn't help but push his hips up, wanting to be touched again. Ivan could sense the impatience and planted a kiss on the base of Yao's shaft, eliciting a gasp from Yao.

Ivan continued to kiss up to his head, pausing only to glance up at Yao's eyes, which were looking away again. Ivan's eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed ahold of Yao's hips, rubbing circles gently with his thumbs. "Yao, look at me, please," he asked. Yao seemed so hesitant, but he finally turned to look at Ivan, cheeks turning a deep shade of red again and eyes lidded. Ivan didn't break eye contact with him as he slid him into his mouth and began to suck him off, though Yao couldn't help but throw his head back and release a moan he thought he'd be able to hold back.

Ivan took him all the way in, his lips wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, tongue swirling around him perfectly. Yao grasped onto Ivan's hair, spreading his legs more. "Thank you," he managed to say, feeling so grateful for what he was doing to him. He hadn't had anyone do this for him in a couple years, and though he knew he'd enjoy it, he never thought he'd enjoy the heat of Ivan's mouth this much.

Ivan continued to pull him in and out of his mouth, holding his hips tighter and sliding his tongue along the underside of his shaft, almost smiling whenever Yao would push his hips up to get closer.

Yao knew he was close, too. He felt like he had been since Ivan had taken him into his mouth, but he didn't want this to go so fast. He really wanted to savor it, but he couldn't last. When he felt Ivan moan around him, he felt searing hot pleasure as he released. His eyes squeezed shut and his grip in Ivan's hair tightened. To his surprise, Ivan kept his mouth latched to him, swallowing every last drop that came out. Yao panted lightly, sitting up a bit to watch as he released him with a faint pop.

"Ivan," he said quietly, "Ivan that was really nice." This caused Ivan to smile and he sat up, kissing Yao on the cheek. "You're welcome, Yao. Goodnight," he said, standing and beginning to walk out. Yao watched longingly, standing up and grabbing him by the wrist. "Wait, don't! I mean, you don't have to go. And also, I feel really bad because you, uh . . . ," Yao trailed off as he glanced down at the bulge in Ivan's pants.

In all reality, Ivan was almost hurting from how hard he was. He would have loved for Yao to touch him, but he knew he himself didn't want just to be touched. He wanted more and Yao didn't need that yet. He would feel guilty for taking advantage of him. "Yao, you don't have to. I am doing this for you, not really because I expect something in return," he said, not even believing it himself. Of course he wanted to please Yao, but in the process he had gotten so turned on and just wanted anything Yao could give him. Before he could say anything else, Yao had gotten up and redressed and was standing in front of him.

"Ivan, it wouldn't be right of me to leave you like this. I would feel really bad. And besides right and wrong, I . . . I want to touch you because I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to feel as good as me. Do you understand?" Yao said, kneeling. Ivan stared at him for a moment, looked at the door, and gulped. How could he say no? Besides, it was Yao's choice. So he stood there, letting Yao unzip his pants and pull the fabric out of the way. He let himself relax and enjoy everything Yao had to offer him for now. He really did savor it, wishing he could last as long as he wanted, but like Yao, he couldn't hold it for long. He had been fantasizing about Yao for so long and the fact that his fantasies were coming true was too much for him. He fell apart after only a few minutes, releasing in Yao's mouth and feeling slightly guilty about it. Yao looked a little shocked, but swallowed nonetheless, eyebrows furrowing as if he was concerned.

When Ivan had zipped up his pants and Yao had stood up, they just stared at each other. The more Ivan watched Yao, the glossier his eyes became, and soon tears were sliding down his cheeks and he was grasping onto Ivan, burying his face in his chest, and Ivan was stroking Yao's hair lovingly, whispering to him. Yao calmed down and started talking shakily. "Ivan, I don't want that to be all. I really, uh, I . . . is it alright if . . . can we?"

Ivan watched him curiously, holding his face in his hands. "You want to . . . do more? You want to . . . " Ivan almost said 'fuck', but that disgusted him. He didn't want to 'fuck' Yao. "Yao, I would . . . I would love to make love to you if that's what you want."

Yao stared at him with a faint smile and a few more tears fell from his eyes, but he promptly wiped them away. He wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck and kissed him deeply. "Thank you, Ivan."

To Be Continued . . .

So I don't know. I don't want to continue the sex. I'll do mentions of it, but it isn't meant to turn anyone on. It's a story. If you want something that's going to 'tint your cheeks' look for a PWP. Though I do want a little bit of lime in here. I mean, one of you kiddos said you wanted something, right? Here you go. Hope this isn't too mediocre!