Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 255: NSFW

Jian Ci didn’t want to be here. The sanctuary, the confrontation, the weight of his own words... it all pressed down on him until he could barely breathe. After that outburst, regret gnawed at him. He shouldn’t have yelled at Jian Rui like that. But he had been unhappy, and he had needed to express himself.

And now he had exposed his deepest emotion. He had laid bare his feelings for Yu Xi in front of everyone.

Jian Ci knew his brothers wouldn’t tell Yu Xi, but the thought of it lingered like a boulder lodged in his chest. It was heavy and suffocating. He needed space, needed silence, needed to think about what he was going to do next. So he left without a word, his footsteps echoing down the hall until the elevator swallowed him whole.

Meanwhile, Yu Xi was with Xiaobao. He told her not to worry, his voice calm, steady. Xiaobao wasn’t concerned at all. She was used to the Jian brothers arguing, used to their tempers flaring and fading like storms.

"You don’t have to worry about me," she said, peeling off her face mask with a smirk. "Just go to your man and comfort him."

Yu Xi’s brow furrowed. "He is not my man. Don’t say that in front of others."

Xiaobao tilted her head, her smirk deepening. "You two act like a couple though."

Yu Xi sighed, unwilling to argue further. "Good night," he said, brushing her off gently before retreating into his room.

The shower steamed around him, washing away the tension of the evening. When he was done, he sat quietly, waiting patiently. He expected Jian Ci to appear at his door like he always did.

Then he heard a faint sound in the corridor. Yu Xi rose, padding softly to the door, listening carefully to which door it was. But from the sound of the room door, it was Jian Wei’s room not Jian Ci’s.

He bit his lower lip, the silence of the night pressing down on him. He waited, and waited, each passing second stretching into what felt like an eternity. Then he heard another sound, faint but distinct. It was most likely Jian Rui.

The rhythm of footsteps, the sound of the door opening, then closing again. It sounded like Jian Rui had entered his room only to leave immediately after.

Yu Xi’s heart sank. He kept waiting, hoping, but Jian Ci never came back. The emptiness of the corridor gnawed at him until the faint hum of a hovercar reached his ears. A moment later, the deeper roar of a spacecraft leaving the property followed.

Yu Xi closed his eyes. He knew then that both Jian Rui and Jian Ci had left, one after the other.

He knew Jian Ci too well. He knew exactly where he was going.

Yu Xi hesitated, torn. Jian Ci probably needed space, and Yu Xi respected that. But the argument had been about him, and the thought of Jian Ci stewing alone in his emotions made Yu Xi feel guilty. More than guilty... worried.

He told himself he would go just to talk Jian Ci into reconciling with his brothers, but in truth he was going because he was concerned.

Yu Xi pulled on grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, the one that belonged to Jian Ci. The fabric carried Jian Ci’s faint scent, grounding him. He left quietly, slipping into the night.

On the way, he stopped to pick up Jian Ci’s favorite meal and his favorite ice cream, small comforts he knew would matter.

Soon, Yu Xi parked in the bay beneath the tall building. The structure loomed above him, its lights glowing faintly against the dark sky. He pressed the panel for the top floor, and the system scanned his biometrics.

Access granted.

Yu Xi stepped inside, the elevator rising smoothly. He had access to most of the Jian properties. It was a precaution set in place in case Jian Ci ever faced an emergency.

***

The city lights bled into the high-rise condo, a smear of gold and cold blue against the panoramic glass. Jian Ci didn’t even make it to a chair. His legs gave out halfway across the living room and he just slumped onto the low, firm couch, the breath leaving him in one long, defeated rush. He felt empty. He felt drained like he had just let go of the load on his chest.

He sat there, motionless, overlooking the endless grid of the metropolis, seeing none of it. His mind was a blank, aching screen. Then, without conscious thought, his wrist flicked. A soft blue glow emanated from his communicator, and a floating holographic screen materialized in the air before him.

Yu Xi’s chat interface. His profile picture was a slightly blurred, candid shot from graduation. Yu Xi had on a rare, unguarded smile that made Jian Ci’s chest tighten. His finger hovered over the message field.

He wanted to type. He needed to. He needed to hear Yu Xi’s voice, to feel the solid, warm reality of him. But what could he say? ’I argued with my family again?’ ’I feel like a fuck-up?’ ’I want you so bad it’s a physical pain?’

No he couldn’t. He couldn’t let Yu Xi see this cracked version of him. Jian Ci let the screen dissolve with another sharp swipe and leaned back, staring at the smooth, featureless ceiling.

Why couldn’t he just be normal? A normal esper, drawn to a normal guide. Not this... this messy, consuming thing he felt for his best friend. It wasn’t supposed to work like this.

But god, just thinking his name...

The memory hit him, sharp and visceral: Yu Xi in the hover car earlier that evening. That black mesh shirt. Jian Ci had spent the entire trip trying not to stare, trying to keep his breathing even.

He remembered the way the fabric clung, how it hinted at the lines of his chest, the subtle shadow of his nipples. The silver earring, the one he had given him, dangling, catching the light with every slight turn of his head.

In the car, Jian Ci had fantasized about reaching over to touch him. He imagined cupping Yu Xi’s jaw, feeling the cool metal of the earring brush against his knuckles. He would lean in, close enough to share breath, and, he would kiss him. Not a gentle kiss. A deep, hungry one.

And his hands wouldn’t stay still. They would slide down, tracing the column of Yu Xi’s throat, over the prominent ridge of his collarbone, then down, down, until his thumbs found those tight peaks through the mesh. He would pinch them, roll them, feel Yu Xi gasp into his mouth.

He would lay the seat back. He’d get his hand on Yu Xi’s cock, feel its hard length through his pants, and stroke him. Just the thought of it now, alone on his couch, sent a wave of pure heat crashing through him. His skin felt too tight, sensitive. He missed that white shirt Yu Xi had worn at dinner, the one with the scandalously low cut.

Jian Ci had stolen it, kept it. He had jacked off to the smell of Yu Xi’s scent on it more times than he could admit. It was back in his room tucked inside his pillowcase.

"Fuck," Jian Ci whispered aloud now, the word a ragged thing in the silent room. His own need was a live wire, sparking under his skin. He couldn’t think. He could only feel. His hand, as if moving of its own volition, slid down his stomach. He rubbed his palm over the growing bulge in his trousers, a soft groan escaping him. The fabric was already getting damp at the tip.

"Little Xi..." he breathed into the empty air, his voice husky.