Chapter 22 #4
“I like you,” Huo Sichen said in a low baritone. He spoke quickly, as if he was anxious to tell Zhang Yuwen his feelings. “No, I love you. Yuwen, I love you.”
Zhang Yuwen felt unaccountably touched. He wanted to reply, “I like you too,” but Huo Sichen kissed him, cutting off his words. Their breathing grew ragged as Huo Sichen pressed against him, rubbing up and down.
Obligingly, Zhang Yuwen spread his legs and wrapped them around Huo Sichen’s waist like he was ready to bottom, but Huo Sichen didn’t enter him. He couldn’t anyway, not without lube; he could only rub himself against Zhang Yuwen’s lower abdomen.
They tangled together, bodies and mouths. Zhang Yuwen had never had sex that was pure friction. If someone had suggested it to him in the past, he would’ve made them pay a forfeit. Yet Huo Sichen’s actions felt beautiful to him, like the long-lost, golden innocence of youth.
A stream of heat sprayed Zhang Yuwen’s abdomen. Huo Sichen stopped, panting violently, his handsome face flushed to the tips of his ears as he avoided Zhang Yuwen’s gaze. Speechless, Zhang Yuwen looked down at himself, then at Huo Sichen, who seemed mortified.
“You haven’t come yet,” Huo Sichen said. “I’ll clean it up for you.”
What the hell? Zhang Yuwen thought. He motioned for Huo Sichen to sit against the wall with their bathrobes under them, had him hug him from behind, and began to pleasure himself.
He leaned his head back on Huo Sichen’s shoulder and looked up slightly.
Understanding him, Huo Sichen pinched his nipple with one hand and caressed his chest with the other, leaning in to kiss him.
It was just like Zhang Yuwen’s fantasy from the night before.
Using Huo Sichen’s cum as a lubricant, he stroked himself.
“You came so much…” Zhang Yuwen said in a husky voice between kisses.
Huo Sichen blushed even more. This was overwhelming. His cum was in Zhang Yuwen’s hands, making slick sounds as he moved, as if they were having a full-scale, deeply intimate exchange through this gesture.
Zhang Yuwen felt Huo Sichen getting hard again—the guy’s refractory period was barely three minutes! “You—”
“Hush,” Huo Sichen breathed, then kissed Zhang Yuwen. Zhang Yuwen quickened his movements. Huo Sichen reached out to help, but after a while, Zhang Yuwen nudged his hand away and continued on his own.
Before long, Zhang Yuwen came. Unlike the previous night, it was a normal amount.
“Whew.” Zhang Yuwen got up and went to the bathroom for a shower. A moment later, Huo Sichen joined him, fully naked. Zhang Yuwen smiled at him. Huo Sichen looked sheepish, like a high schooler.
“Is this how it is with men?” Huo Sichen asked. He plastered himself against Zhang Yuwen’s back, pressing his erect member between Zhang Yuwen’s legs.
“Yeah, but you can’t,” Zhang Yuwen replied, putting a stop to this inquisitive exchange. He was lathered all over in body wash.
“Hm?”
“Because it’ll sting a lot if body wash gets inside. You can’t use it as lube.”
“All right, I get it.” Huo Sichen politely shifted his dick away from Zhang Yuwen’s opening, where it had been raring to go. “You’re very experienced.”
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Yuwen would’ve assumed that Huo Sichen was teasing him. Based on his performance today, though, he thought that Huo Sichen might really be a virgin.
“My ex and I tried it once,” Zhang Yuwen explained. “He said it felt terrible.”
Huo Sichen embraced Zhang Yuwen from behind, whispering, “You must have excellent technique.”
Zhang Yuwen pinched Huo Sichen’s cheek and smiled. “You wanna find out?”
Huo Sichen’s expression clouded over, but Zhang Yuwen didn’t say more. He just patted him, then stepped out, dried his body, and put on his clothes.
It was already past six, and his roommates were in the common area. Chen Hong, Chang Jinxing, and Zheng Weize were playing cards.
“What are you guys doing?” Zhang Yuwen glanced at his roommates, feeling a bit guilty. Everything seemed normal with them, though.
“Waiting for you two,” Chen Hong replied. “Can we go eat now?”
“Dinner isn’t until seven. Where’s Xiao-Qi?” Zhang Yuwen asked.
Yan Jun had taken her outside to play and practice walking in the garden. Zhang Yuwen went looking for them. A moment later, Huo Sichen emerged from their room and came to the common area.
Zhang Yuwen glanced into the sitting room. They’d switched from cards to Monopoly. Huo Sichen looked like his usual self; nobody would be able to tell by looking at him that anything had happened.
While Zhang Yuwen was looking at Huo Sichen, Yan Jun was looking at Zhang Yuwen. Their eyes met, and they both started laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” Zhang Yuwen asked.
“Why are you laughing?” Yan Jun picked Xiao-Qi up and let her walk on the bench.
“I’m not laughing at anything,” said Zhang Yuwen. “You seem happy today.”
Yan Jun smiled. “It’s my birthday.”
Zhang Yuwen’s jaw dropped. He’d seen Yan Jun’s ID before—to think he’d forgotten! “No way. I thought it was… Oh! Your lunar birthday!”
“Yep,” Yan Jun said. “Don’t tell them.”
“So, you’re a Capricorn.”
“Yeah, I am.”