Chapter 14.5 #3
After a week with these girls, though, Chang Jinxing was a little fed up with it.
To a bisexual, dating different genders was like eating different meals.
Too much Western fare and you’d miss home-cooked food, but too much Chinese cuisine and you’d want to try steak.
Right now, he just wanted to date a guy.
He hadn’t taken a job today, and several customers were asking him if he had time tomorrow or next week and if he had plans for Christmas.
Chang Jinxing thought that maybe his roommates would have something planned for the holiday.
He wanted to join them—it’d be relaxing and enjoyable—but he was a little reluctant to miss the chance to make money.
He’d already made enough money over the past half month for the first month’s rent.
If he kept working hard until the end of the year, he’d be able to cover his rent and food expenses.
Having tried several alternatives, Chang Jinxing concluded that living off women was the fastest way to make money, though he viewed his current job as using his physical stamina and skills to take photos for his customers.
He didn’t want a relationship with them; after all, if he started dating one of them, he’d have to face a never-ending stream of requests.
He wanted a boyfriend with the personality of a straight guy; someone straightforward like Yan Jun who didn’t talk much, wasn’t argumentative, and wouldn’t try to control him.
But Yan Jun didn’t meet Chang Jinxing’s standards either in looks or finances, and he came with excess baggage—a troublesome combination.
The only thing that met Chang Jinxing’s expectations was his physique.
From the looks of it, he probably had good stamina and a decently sized cock…
but Chang Jinxing wouldn’t consider anything but a hookup.
Better not get involved with the roommates, Chang Jinxing reflected. Even casual sex could make things awkward. But the truth was, he’d really felt tempted to do just that when he saw Yan Jun do that flip earlier.
Zheng Weize hugged Chang Jinxing from behind, interrupting his thoughts.
Chang Jinxing turned slightly, wrapped his arms around him, and patted him, telling him to sleep peacefully.
He knew Zheng Weize had feelings for him.
If he were to pull Zheng Weize’s pants down now, the guy might put on a slight show of resistance, but he’d accept.
It had been a long time since Chang Jinxing had sex with a guy.
The powerful thrusts of a top and the sensitive moans of a bottom were both very seductive to him.
The fair, delicate bodies of skinny boys had their own charm compared to the firm breasts of voluptuous girls.
Aside from the muscular Chen Hong, Chang Jinxing found his roommates decently attractive.
Zhang Yuwen’s ascetic top vibe appealed to him, and Zheng Weize’s tendency to wrap his arms around his neck and blow into his ear could make him hard too.
In any case, Chang Jinxing wasn’t a picky eater.
The only thing holding him back from making a move was Zhang Yuwen’s warning: Don’t mess with your roommates, or I’ll kick you out.
Chang Jinxing let Zheng Weize hug him as much as he liked. He was so tired that all he could do was lie on his side and play with his phone.
In another room, Chen Hong was again playing the role of a caring older brother. “You can’t go on like this.”
Yan Jun knew what he meant. “What else can I do? Are you going to introduce me to someone?”
Playing matchmaker for Yan Jun had indeed crossed Chen Hong’s mind, but this time he was serious about it; he wasn’t angling for a matchmaker fee. Yan Jun was a good guy. Chen Hong believed that, with time, he could overcome his difficult circumstances.
“I couldn’t do what you’re doing, in your shoes,” said Chen Hong.
Yan Jun thought about it. “Yes, you could,” he said calmly.
Then Chen Hong threw him a curveball. “Do you like the sub-landlord?”
The color drained from Yan Jun’s face. Flustered, he jumped out of bed and gestured frantically, reminding him that Zhang Yuwen was right next door!
“They’re across the hall,” Chen Hong said. “Xiao-Ze and Jinxing are the ones next door.”
Yan Jun breathed a sigh of relief and returned to bed, no longer in the mood to watch TV. After a while, he glanced at Chen Hong, feeling caught out. “No,” he said flatly.
Chen Hong only smiled.
“Really,” Yan Jun insisted, his tone serious. “Hong-ge, please don’t talk nonsense. It’s awkward.”
“I guess I must have been mistaken.”
Yan Jun sighed. “Maybe you misunderstood because of the way I act? I’m really not interested in him.”
“I know,” said Chen Hong. “You just feel like he understands you, so you can’t help but want to get close to him.”
Yan Jun’s complicated feelings showed on his face. How did he feel about Zhang Yuwen? He felt relaxed with him, like a weary person who had been healed.
“What’s your type?” Chen Hong asked. “I’ll look around for you.”
Yan Jun thought for a moment. “On the mature side—his personality, I mean, not his age. Someone who can accept Xiao-Qi. After all, she’s the most important person in my life.
He has to be willing to help me take care of her.
Hm… Preferably someone who’s not too busy with work.
I can be the breadwinner. It’s like the traditional family. You know?”
“Why don’t you find a girl?” Chen Hong asked. “You can date women, right? I feel like you’re more bisexual than Chang Jinxing.”
“I could, but I don’t want to.”
“Huh?”
Reverting to a heterosexual lifestyle, getting married, and starting a family seemed like it would be the ideal course of action for Yan Jun.