Buying luxury goods came as naturally to Zhang Yuwen as drinking water. He just rarely used them. If the mood took him, he could have walked into a store and bought this wallet without a second thought. He could even outfit Huo Sichen from head to toe without breaking a sweat.
As he replied to Huo Sichen, he sipped some water and looked at the photos Chang Jinxing had hung on the wall. They documented many of the roommates’ shared memories; the one of them being attacked by monkeys on their hiking trip was not only enlarged, but given pride of place.
Chang Jinxing had been using a tripod to take group photos, and the sudden appearance of the monkeys brought out different reactions in everyone. Zhang Yuwen had his jacket wrapped around his arm, about to shoo the monkey away. Yan Jun was trying to shield him and Huo Sichen was rushing over from the other side, while Chen Hong attempted to lure the monkeys away with the snacks in his hands. Zheng Weize was hiding behind Chang Jinxing, who held his bag up like a shield.
It was a hilarious picture. Zhang Yuwen had never expected to see the moment captured on film.
Another photo showed Huo Sichen protecting Zhang Yuwen as they fled to safety. There was also one from the rest stop. Zhang Yuwen had taken off his clothes, revealing his beautiful figure. He was looking up at Huo Sichen, who held the medicated oil and looked incredibly nervous, gazing back at Zhang Yuwen like a loyal hound. The camera scene was backlit, too, lending a suggestive energy to the moment.
So that’s how it was… Zhang Yuwen thought. Maybe Huo Sichen already liked him back then. No wonder Chang Jinxing was the first to see through him.
But that photo was too embarrassing to hang in the dining room. Zhang Yuwen took it right down. Next to it, another photo showed Yan Jun pulling him up after he fell down ice skating on the platform.
Having coaxed Xiao-Qi back to sleep, Yan Jun emerged just in time to catch Zhang Yuwen in the act of stealing the photograph. He didn’t say anything, though, just sat at the dining table, staring blankly at Zhang Yuwen’s back.
“Why does Jinxing always capture these embarrassing moments?” Zhang Yuwen complained.
“I don’t mind,” said Yan Jun.
Zhang Yuwen went through all the remaining photos and took away the one where Huo Sichen applied the medicated oil for him, leaving the others behind.
Yan Jun looked down at the hot spring vouchers. “I’ve been here before. It’s amazing there’s still water in the hot spring after so many years.”
“It’s really famous,” Zhang Yuwen said. “It’s been around for more than forty years. It used to be the best hot spring in Jiangdong.”
A brief silence fell. Then Yan Jun asked, “You like him?”
Zhang Yuwen didn’t answer. He sat down at the table and picked up the envelope, and Yan Jun handed him the vouchers to return to it.
“You really like him,” Yan Jun said. “I’m talking about Huo Sichen.”
“Yeah. What do you think of him?”
“He’s great.” After a moment’s thought, Yan Jun added, “You guys are a good match.”
“He was either straight or closeted before—”
“I thought so too,” Yan Jun interrupted him. “But I keep getting this feeling that he’s holding something back. Maybe he’s hiding something from you.”
“That’s fine,” Zhang Yuwen said breezily. “I’m hiding something from him too. Everyone has things they don’t want to share.”
“Yeah.” Yan Jun smiled a little sadly. “That’s just how you are, open-minded and magnanimous.”
Zhang Yuwen knew Yan Jun was worried about him, that he would be hurt by Huo Sichen. When he thought about the situation rationally, Huo Sichen wasn’t a magnate or a tycoon, but he was a gold-collar executive. He was tall and handsome. He could hardly have wanted for suitors. In dramas, people like him were usually seasoned womanizers, guys who’d seen everything and had no shortage of sexual opportunities. Even Zhang Yuwen found it hard to believe he didn’t have colleagues, male or female, throwing themselves at him.
Yan Jun had been in the workforce for a long time and must have had a certain amount of experience with Huo Sichen’s type. For him and Chen Hong, it wasn’t hard to guess that Huo Sichen might be hiding something. Besides, Zhang Yuwen himself still didn’t know much about Huo Sichen.
“Don’t worry,” Zhang Yuwen said. “If I feel something off… Hm, I can self-adjust. The best thing about me is that I won’t get myself in too deep, emotionally speaking.”
Yan Jun said nothing more on the matter.
“Xiao-Qi’s coming with us tomorrow, right?” Zhang Yuwen asked.
“Yeah.” Yan Jun smiled. “Sorry for the trouble.”
Zhang Yuwen smiled back. “I’m looking forward to it.”
That night, Zhang Yuwen wrapped himself in his quilt and rolled over in bed. As he lay on his stomach, he conjured up a sexual fantasy. That kiss seemed to have activated some sort of emotion in him. He pressed his cheek against the pillow and moved his hips; he was feeling very comfortable, so he wrapped his legs around his bolster and rubbed against it. Drifting between sleep and consciousness, he thought back to how Huo Sichen had behaved in the car.
What would have happened if he’d let things take their natural course? Huo Sichen’s arm was around his waist, and then…
After a while, rubbing against the bolster wasn’t enough. Zhang Yuwen had gone without for a long time, and that kiss had opened the floodgates. He stripped naked and clamped his long, fair, and well-defined legs around the bolster. He pressed his hard cock against it as he imagined Huo Sichen vying with him for dominance…
The long, cylindrical bolster was its own subliminal message. Zhang Yuwen was pretty sizable, but as a gay man, he had a bit of a phallus obsession. He wasn’t satisfied merely knowing that he himself measured up; he also eagerly anticipated discovering how big his partner was. He especially loved it when a well-endowed bottom got uncontrollably hard when Zhang Yuwen entered him, a silent expression of praise and approval.
In his half-asleep state, images of a tender but thrilling scenario in which he and Huo Sichen ground their cocks against each other flashed through Zhang Yuwen’s mind. Coupled with the soft stimulation from the bolster on his sensitive tip, those images activated his self-propelled rocket launcher; there was no stopping it.
Ugh, now I’ve got to wash the bolster tomorrow.
His mind cleared a little, and Zhang Yuwen wiped himself down efficiently. He was totally spent. As post-nut clarity set in, he found his cum on the bolster a little disgusting, so he kicked it off the bed and, without bothering to put on any pajamas, fell asleep.