Chapter 22 #3
“Yeah. My parents brought me here when I was seven and my brother was nine. That was twenty-two years ago.”
“I came here as a kid too,” Yan Jun added. “That was when my dad was still around. Our family came to Jiangdong for a trip, and we stayed over in this resort for two days.”
“This place must hold a lot of memories for so many people,” Chen Hong commented.
“I really didn’t think this was the kind of place you’d choose for New Year’s Eve,” said Yan Jun.
“It’s because I’ve been here too.” Zhang Yuwen laughed. “My grandpa loved coming here when I was a kid. We’d soak in these hot springs almost weekly in winter.”
“I remember that most of the rooms in this resort were made of wood twenty-two years ago,” Huo Sichen said. “Now all that’s left is Crane Hall.”
“Tortoise Hall and Kirin Hall have already been renovated,” said Zhang Yuwen. He was still astonished that Huo Sichen had been to the resort before.
“This place was called Foothills back then, right?” said Yan Jun.
“Yeah!” Huo Sichen and Zhang Yuwen both replied at once. Now it was the Mid-Mountain Lodge.
“My brother used to take me down to the stream to fish,” Yan Jun said. “There’s a stream on the other side of the mountain that doesn’t freeze.”
“There were lots of deer on the mountain too,” Huo Sichen added.
“Yeah! Yeah!” said Yan Jun. “I saw a few at the park halfway up the mountain. I’m thinking of taking Xiao-Qi there tomorrow for a walk.”
Things got quiet again. Zhang Yuwen sat facing Yan Jun, and although Yan Jun’s face was obscured by the steam, Zhang Yuwen knew he must be reminiscing.
“You have two boys in your family too?” Huo Sichen asked Yan Jun.
“Yeah.”
Huo Sichen had never asked about Xiao-Qi’s mother. Perhaps he was curious, but he knew better than to pry.
Chen Hong suddenly changed the topic. “Sichen, have you been skipping chest day?”
“It’s enough already. I don’t want it too big.”
Everyone laughed again. “Stand up and let me have a look?” Chen Hong asked. Huo Sichen obliged. “Your abs are still there. It’s been a while since your last session.”
“It’s not like I’m signing up for bodybuilding competitions,” said Huo Sichen. “You shouldn’t be asking me where I need muscles, though; you should ask the person who’ll be making use of them.”
Chen Hong and Yan Jun laughed. “What about Yuwen?” Chen Hong asked.
Zhang Yuwen stood up.
“Turn around,” Chen Hong said, “I wanna see your glutes.”
“Why didn’t you ask to see his?” Zhang Yuwen protested. The others hooted with laughter again.
“I’m done soaking,” Yan Jun said. “I can’t take any more of it. I’m getting too dizzy.” He got up and left the hot spring to put on his bathrobe.
“Me too,” said Chen Hong.
This left Zhang Yuwen and Huo Sichen alone in the quiet hot spring pool. Huo Sichen moved closer to Zhang Yuwen, letting their thighs touch. Zhang Yuwen glanced cheekily between Huo Sichen’s legs, then let his eyes wander over his body, landing on his abs, chest, and finally his face.
Huo Sichen reached out to stroke Zhang Yuwen’s thigh. In that tranquil moment, they seemed to be in perfect sync as Huo Sichen tilted his head and leaned in. Zhang Yuwen turned to meet him in a kiss.
He stopped Huo Sichen from going further, though. “No messing around here. It’s too easy to feel faint.”
They left the near-scalding pool, their skin pink as shrimp. As they were putting on their bathrobes, Huo Sichen grinned at Zhang Yuwen. Zhang Yuwen raised an inquiring eyebrow.
“You’re sexy,” Huo Sichen whispered.
“You too,” Zhang Yuwen whispered back.
Zhang Yuwen had a fair complexion with a cool undertone and a well-proportioned figure. Huo Sichen was tall and straight-backed, and his damp hair made him look even more handsome, like a meticulously styled model. Huo Sichen admired their bodies in the mirror. They looked like a perfect match.
Most importantly, they were both hard after the soak—their desires laid bare in their gazes, their pricks screaming, “I wanna make love to you,” like a pair of desperate animals.
Guys were candid when it came to sex. It was pointless to play coy when their bodies betrayed their innermost thoughts.
Zhang Yuwen didn’t mind Huo Sichen’s gaze on him at all, and he liked watching Huo Sichen too.
At first, Huo Sichen had seemed flustered when he felt Zhang Yuwen’s eyes on him, but by this point he was used to it.
“Your third leg is rock solid,” Zhang Yuwen said, teasing.
“It hasn’t gone soft at all today with you around.”
Hearing noises from outside, they put on their bathrobes. Zhang Yuwen stopped to buy a drink as they passed the vending machine outside the pool, and a thought popped into his head: Should Huo Sichen and I sleep together tonight? Huo Sichen was clearly up for it.
But if they did, who would top? Huo Sichen clearly wanted to…
Zhang Yuwen didn’t mind bottoming this time, but once they’d established those roles, he was bound to be relegated to bottom status in the future; he’d only get to top occasionally.
Zhang Yuwen was still not mentally prepared for that.
He liked Huo Sichen, but not so much that he was willing to bottom all the time.
Two men dating was interesting for the sense of equality that came with it, but that was also where the trouble came in. It was sometimes hard to strike a balance when it came to sex.
Sipping his iced drink, Zhang Yuwen returned to his room and looked at his phone, killing time until dinner with his roommates later. Huo Sichen came over to sit beside him, so Zhang Yuwen put down his phone and looked at him. He suspected that Huo Sichen had the same question on his mind.
“What time is dinner?” Huo Sichen asked.
“Seven.”
“What time is it now?”
“Four thirty. It’s still early.”
Huo Sichen wrapped his arms around Zhang Yuwen’s waist. Zhang Yuwen thought about it. This time, he’d been proactive himself. It was as if they had their most honest communication while they were soaking in the hot spring.
So, with their bathrobes partially covering them, he straddled Huo Sichen’s waist, savoring the taste of forbidden fruit.
“I have no experience with guys,” Huo Sichen said in a small voice. “It’s all purely instinct.” He buried his face in Zhang Yuwen’s chest, his breathing growing urgent. His eyes seemed to have lost all spark of rational thought, leaving only desire behind.
“But I think… Hm,” Zhang Yuwen said, the hint of a smile in his eyes. “There’s still something we haven’t discussed.”
“You mean the positions?”
“Do you want to be the top?” asked Zhang Yuwen.
“Can I?” Huo Sichen was a little nervous. “It’s my first time, but I’ll do my best to learn.”
Zhang Yuwen thought about it for a moment. “So, did you bring it?”
“Bring what?” Huo Sichen asked, perplexed.
Zhang Yuwen stared at him. He let go and rolled off of him, wanting to laugh out loud. “You didn’t bring anything, and you still want to top?”
“I really don’t know. What do we need? I’ll buy it now.”
“Lube.”
“Oh. I…don’t have it,” Huo Sichen said. “We need that?”
Zhang Yuwen held his forehead in one hand. “You really do have no experience,” he deadpanned.
Huo Sichen put on his bathrobe. “Where do they sell it? I’ll go now.”
Zhang Yuwen motioned him over, and Huo Sichen gave him a questioning look. Zhang Yuwen had him sit in front of him without saying more.
He slipped off Huo Sichen’s bathrobe, grasped his dick, and gently stroked it. Huo Sichen’s body reacted instantly, stiffening and tensing up.
“Sleeping with a guy is different,” Zhang Yuwen explained. “You need to use lube or it’ll hurt, especially when you have such a big…”
Huo Sichen’s lips parted as if he meant to say, I had no idea, but Zhang Yuwen kissed him before he had the chance to speak. Gradually Huo Sichen relaxed, relishing the taste of his lips.
An expert in sex Zhang Yuwen was not, but he was adept. As he kissed Huo Sichen’s chest, sucking on and licking his nipples, he stroked him with his hand. Only the sound of Huo Sichen’s urgent breathing lingered in his ears.
Huo Sichen shifted awkwardly, adjusting his legs to let Zhang Yuwen lie in his arms, and looked down at Zhang Yuwen with -bewilderment in his eyes. When their eyes met, Zhang Yuwen felt the sudden pull of curiosity. Huo Sichen acted like a virgin!
Male or female, this guy couldn’t have had sex more than ten times, and he’s already twenty-eight or twenty-nine. How did he manage that?
“Does it feel good?” Zhang Yuwen asked him.
Huo Sichen’s breathing was shaky, but he turned and pinned Zhang Yuwen to the floor.
“Hey…” Zhang Yuwen looked up at Huo Sichen, whose bathrobe he’d stripped off. Then Huo Sichen kissed him, rubbing his dick between Zhang Yuwen’s legs.
What kind of innocent boy behavior was that? Zhang Yuwen found it funny. But the dry, burning, skin-to-skin contact of his naked body rubbing against another guy’s felt good.