AN: Just a note, they are both minors in Orion terms because people live longer but they both grown. Little Xi is twenty and Ah-Ci is twenty one.
The door slid shut behind him with a near-silent hiss, the sound deafening in the suffocating silence of the hallway. He stood frozen, his back pressed against the cool wall, the image burned onto the back of his eyelids.
Jian Ci. The tissues. The bitten hem of that thin white t-shirt. The way his head was thrown back, tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. That expression, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss that was so private, so raw, it felt like a violation just to have witnessed it.
His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of panic and something else, something hot and coiling low in his gut.
He stumbled into his own room, the bag of snacks he'd been carrying forgotten on the floor. He paced, running a hand through his hair, trying to scrub the sight from his mind. Don't think about it. Don't.
