Limerance

Chapter 1

Introduction -x-

Many of the fans of the hit show, "Idol Producer" hoped and fantasized about the young men on the show having relations. Not just any relations. Not your typical cutesy hugs, or hand holding. No. These fans wanted more than that. The stars on the show tried their very best to seem as close as possible, trying not to let anything too explicit slip or let on that they had gone further than cute hand holds. But what many of the fans hoped and dreamed for had already come true, thanks to a flirtatious Zhu Zhengting.

Zhengting was your typical, average Chinese boy. He was tall and dark headed. He didn't know what he'd be getting into auditioning for the show. He just hoped for a cushy position, and that the judges liked him. When it was finally his turn to go up in front of the judges and show off his talent, he performed as best as he could. The judges liked his charisma and fun-loving character. They granted him a spot on the show and a dorm room to stay in with all the other up and coming young men.

Zhengting liked performing and took it very seriously. Many of the other boys looked up to him because of his hard work and dedication. He was almost the mom of the group, if you could even call him that. He took care of the younger idols. He did their makeup before plane rides, and held their hands while they slept. Justin, one of the younger boys, really respected Zhengting and wanted to act more like him. But, what Justin, and several of the other boys didn't know about Zhengting was his plethora of strange kinks.

Before auditioning for the show, Zhengting thought of himself as normal. He played basketball with his friends at school, and studied hard to make good marks. He thought of himself as average. Took care of his teenage boy angst and even had a few girlfriends. Zhengting practiced hard to get on to the show and had wonderful dedication to anything he wanted to do. His parents were very proud when they received a letter in the mail, explaining that Zhengting was accepted to audition. Zhengting was pleased with himself, excited, even.

After auditioning, and after he made it on to the show, he felt comfortable, but what he didn't take into account was how needy he was becoming. When a young man hasn't had any way to relieve himself sexually, it can have serious consequences. He, however, would describe it as more of a hunger. Everyone in the dorms knew about it, and whoever was the closest would become his next "victim." As they all grew closer and closer, the more often Zhengting would have a mood. Most of the time, his roommate, Chengcheng would get the worst of it.

Zhengting -x-

"How did you think you did?" The one and only, Cai Xukun approached me after filming was over. He gave me a light pat on the back, and let his hand linger there for longer than it was supposed to. I gave a soft laugh.
"I think I did okay. Not as well as you did, though." I smiled at Xukun. He grinned back. "No, please, you did great! I like the new look they gave you." He brushed a delicate hand through my freshly bleached hair. He brushed back a few strands that stuck to my forehead. We sat and stared at each other for a long moment. His hand snuck down from my forehead to my neck, and just lightly rested there.

I quite liked Xukun. He was always nice to me. He was also incredibly handsome. Every time we had a conversation, he took all of my attention. I couldn't look away from him. I loved listening to all of his stories about a time before the show. He was so hardworking and dedicated to his dancing and singing. No wonder he was number one for several weeks.

A strange wack on my back broke Xukun and I's eye contact.
"Hey, kids! What're you doing? Hm?" It was Chengcheng, my roommate. Not sure why he was here. He didn't perform today. I did see him on the benches though.
Xukun answered for me. "We're just talking. You know, pal to pal. Buddy to buddy." He added one of his famous grins afterward. His words my made heart hurt. I wasn't sure why.
"Ah, I see. Any room for one more?" Chengcheng flashed a big, wonderful smile back. I could sense some odd energy between these too, but again, I wasn't sure why. Xukun's own grin grew wider. "No, we were finished. I was just heading back to the dorms." Xukun patted my head. "See you later!" He waved and winked at me as he waltzed away. I let out a relaxed sigh. Chengcheng crossed his arms.
"Why were you talking to him?" Chengcheng gave me a look I can only describe as disapproving.
"Who? Xukun?" I asked. Chengcheng nodded, the scowl on his face became deeper. "We we're just talking about our performances, no big deal Chengie." I pouted at him. He uncrossed his arms and gave a soft smile.
"Good. I'm glad there was nothing else happening." He emphasized the word 'nothing.' Not sure what else we would've been doing other than talking. Chengcheng lightened up. He gently patted my head like you would a small puppy. "I'm going to head back to the dorms. I'll see you there!" He stuck his hands into his pockets and walked away. I was left all alone and still a bit sweaty from my performance.

-x-

I hobbled into the dressing room that all of the idols, including myself, share. I gently closed the door behind me. I began to undress, and as I was taking my shirt off, I heard a small grunt. I turned around in the direction of the noise. I thought I was completely alone but, apparently I was wrong. A half dead Yanchen was laying on one of the couches. He looked completely drained of all energy. I had heard from somebody that he fainted during a practice session with his group. I didn't know it had been that bad. All of us were instructed to take good care of ourselves. He wasn't eating or sleeping. If he wasn't completely dead, I'd beat him up for doing that to himself.

"Yanchen?" I whispered. I slowly approached his shirtless and lifeless body. "How are you?" I placed my hand on his forehead to check for a temperature. He grunted in reply to my question. He slowly opened his eyes and I smiled at him. I sat down next his sock clad feet on the opposite side of the couch. I didn't say anything. All I did was lightly massage his feet and ankles. He wasn't speaking or making any noise at all. The only noise was his soft, relaxed breathing. I watched his chest move up and down, and I grinned. I moved slightly so that his legs would rest in my lap so I could reach his thighs. He looked so tired. He deserved it.

I started massaging up his leg, but didn't go further than the lower hip. He was slowly breathing. He let out a small giggle as I massaged his inner thigh. The robust
sound of his laughter made me smile. He was still strong. The happy sound reassured me that he was fine, and he will heal.

The sound of the air conditioner made me jump as it kicked on. I stopped massaging Yanchen as I shivered slightly at the colder temperature. I had forgotten I had no shirt on. Yanchen weakly sat up on his elbows and gave me a strange look.
"Why are you here, Zhengting?" I looked back at him.
"I came to change, but saw you were passed out. Thought I'd take care of you." I reached forward to press my hand against his forehead again. "I wanted to see if you had gotten any better."
"You didn't have to do that. I was just fine." He sat up completely to face me. He lightly caressed my hand with his own. "Plus.." He took my hand and pressed it against his lips, giving it a soft kiss."I didn't want anybody to see me like this." He mumbled against my hand. I gave him a reassuring look. "Yanchen, it's okay to have weaknesses. Everyone has them." I felt him smile against the palm of my hand. "Thank you.."

Right at this exact moment, Justin, my son, who I take care of, just about kicked the dressing room door open. I let out a slight scream and Yanchen didn't seem that scared. All he did was slowly turn his head at the intruder. Justin had a weird expression. One of confusion but also horror. Justin stuttered on his words.
"W-What are you guys doing?" I wasn't quite sure what he meant. Until I realized the position Yanchen and I were in. I had his legs in my lap, he had one of my hands near his mouth, and the other was holding onto his thigh. We were both shirtless, and both Yanchen and I were sweating. I now understood.
"No, no! Justin it isn't what it looks like!" I tried to clear the whole situation up. Yanchen turned to look at me. He smirked at me, and placed his hand on his jaw to observe me. "What does it look like?" I heard Yanchen ask.
"What?" My head shot in Yanchen's direction.
"Yeah, Zhengting, what does it look like?" Justin asked. His face became contorted as he leaned against the door frame. I saw a flash of pure evil cross his eyes. I felt my face flush. He stuck his tongue out. He gave me the most terrifying grin I've ever seen, and promptly yelled, "I'm telling Zhou Rui!!" Justin spirited out of the room. I felt a rock form in my stomach. If Zhou Rui finds out, then Chengcheng will find out, then the whole dorm will find out. I can't bring Yanchen into this. I have to clear things up.

I glanced at Yanchen. He had fallen back onto the couch. He was passed out, once again. I gave a nervous smile and lightly patted his shin as I stood up. I was about to walk out, after putting my shirt back on, when I heard a small whisper of laughter coming from Yanchen. "Good luck." I frowned. "Thanks, I guess." I hurried out of the room, and off to find that little shit Justin.