PTBLSI chapter 26

 

It was already dark. The newly turned-on streetlights shone into the car, casting clear light and shadow across Fu Yanchuan’s face. It looked like an oil painting depicting loneliness in the night.

Qi Xi remembered that Fu Yanchuan had told him he didn’t have any friends. Now, he understood that Fu Yanchuan’s only friend was gone. If Xie Hui had suddenly died, he thought, he would understand Fu Yanchuan’s feelings. His heart ached for Fu Yanchuan.

Wanting to comfort him, Qi Xi moved his hand from where he was bracing himself on Fu Yanchuan’s seat and reached toward him. He ran his hand along Fu Yanchuan’s leg and grabbed the collar at his chest. Then he moved upward to Fu Yanchuan’s neck and slid to the back of his head. He gently rubbed it as if petting an orange cat.

But Fu Yanchuan suddenly spoke. His lips brushed faintly against Qi Xi’s. Qi Xi’s brain didn’t react in time to what Fu Yanchuan had asked. His body seemed to understand on its own, and the words slipped out without passing through his mind.

“Why are you asking me?”

“I want to hear you agree.”

Qi Xi didn’t know what he wanted him to agree to. Looking at Fu Yanchuan, who was so close that Qi Xi could only see his eyes, Qi Xi took the initiative to lean forward and press his lips to Fu Yanchuan’s. At an even closer distance, he imitated the way Fu Yanchuan had spoken earlier and said, “I agree.”

Fu Yanchuan suddenly laughed, but didn’t kiss him. Instead, he pushed Qi Xi back into the seat, pulled up the seatbelt, and fastened it for him. Then, he sat back and started driving.

The tension he had built up suddenly dissipated with nowhere to go. Qi Xi leaned against the seatback and glanced at Fu Yanchuan. The car had gone a long way before he finally asked,

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Fu Yanchuan didn’t answer. He pressed the accelerator and drove out of the old city area. Five minutes later, they arrived at a riverside where there was no one around.

He stopped the car, leaned his seat back a little, took off his glasses, and held out his hand to Qi Xi, saying, “Come here.”

The streetlights here were brighter than in the alley, and the car lights were on, too. Qi Xi looked into Fu Yanchuan’s eyes, unfastened his seatbelt, and instinctively grabbed Fu Yanchuan’s hand. He flipped over the seat and fell into Fu Yanchuan’s arms.

There was only so much space inside the car. Fu Yanchuan hadn’t lowered the seatback too much—just enough for Qi Xi to fit in.

With his back against the steering wheel, Qi Xi knelt on Fu Yanchuan’s thighs. Fu Yanchuan held his waist with both hands and pulled him closer suddenly. Unexpectedly, Qi Xi’s lower abdomen pressed against Fu Yanchuan’s, and the space below was also extremely close.

“Nervous?” Fu Yanchuan asked in a low voice as he looked at Qi Xi.

Qi Xi nodded and stared at Fu Yanchuan’s lips. He asked, “Are you going to kiss me now?”

“Don’t be afraid. There’s no one here.”

Only then did Qi Xi remember that they were outside. His eyes subconsciously glanced out the window, but Fu Yanchuan cupped his face and turned his head back toward him. Then, he moved his hand to the back of Qi Xi’s head, pulling him closer and making it look as if Qi Xi had taken the initiative to kiss him.

As soon as Fu Yanchuan touched his lips, he sucked gently. His tongue licked back and forth over Qi Xi’s lips as if tasting candy. Then he pulled back a little and breathed against Qi Xi’s lips as he asked,

“How does it feel?”

Qi Xi couldn’t answer. His chest rose and fell uncontrollably. Subconsciously, he licked his lips, which still seemed to hold something, and murmured softly.

“Kiss me again.”

Fu Yanchuan took a deep breath. He slid his palm from the back of Qi Xi’s neck to the front. Qi Xi’s neck was beautiful; even his adam’s apple looked carefully carved. He lifted Qi Xi’s chin, leaned in, and lightly bit that spot. He scraped his teeth over it, then gently soothed it with his tongue, sucking on the pale skin and leaving a mark as if it had been bullied.

Qi Xi obediently tilted his neck back, letting Fu Yanchuan do as he pleased. Both of his hands nervously gripped Fu Yanchuan’s shoulders as if he didn’t know what to do.

Fu Yanchuan sucked his way along the adam’s apple to the underside of the jaw and softly ordered,

“Qi Xi, lower your head.”

Qi Xi obediently tucked in his chin. His watery eyes looked at Fu Yanchuan as he complained, “Don’t bite me anymore.”

Fu Yanchuan lightly brushed the beautiful Adam’s apple he had just bitten and asked, “What is it? Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Then what is it?”

Qi Xi couldn’t answer. He didn’t know what that feeling was. However, Fu Yanchuan kept staring at him as if he had to answer.

Suddenly, Qi Xi wrapped his arms around Fu Yanchuan’s neck, clumsy like a little wolf learning to hunt. He bit Fu Yanchuan’s Adam’s apple, imitating what he had just done. Afterward, he gently rubbed that spot with his fingertips and asked, “Do you know now?”

“Mm.”

Fu Yanchuan’s chest rose and fell. Restraining the desire that was almost impossible to hide in his eyes, he asked again, “I think it feels very good, right?”

Qi Xi shyly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze. His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible as he answered, “A little.”

“Then can I do a bit more?”

Before Qi Xi could respond, Fu Yanchuan sucked on his adam’s apple again, as if trying to draw something out of his blood. Qi Xi couldn’t endure it and let out a soft “mm.”

Finally, Fu Yanchuan let go of that spot, letting his lips and tongue linger along Qi Xi’s neck and leaving wet traces everywhere. When there was nowhere else to go, he moved from the adam’s apple to the ear and then down to the collarbone, where he bit it. He came back up to Qi Xi’s chin, pressing his lips against Qi Xi’s, and saying in a low, commanding voice,

“Open your mouth.”

Qi Xi barely parted his lips before Fu Yanchuan sealed them tightly. A warmth that didn’t belong to him invaded him, making him tense up again without realizing it.

Fu Yanchuan noticed and suddenly pulled away. He lightly sucked the moisture drawn out onto Qi Xi’s lips and said, “Relax. Look at me.”

Qi Xi’s dazed eyes looked toward Fu Yanchuan. Fu Yanchuan asked, “Scared?”

Qi Xi nodded, then quickly shook his head. Fu Yanchuan lightly bit his lip and said, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

“Mm.”

Qi Xi nodded absently. Fu Yanchuan tightened his grip on Qi Xi’s waist, pulling him closer, and asked again.

“Qi Xi, can I continue?”

“Okay.”

As soon as Qi Xi answered, the hand below suddenly pinched the softest part of his waist. He trembled slightly. Fu Yanchuan coaxed him, saying, “A little closer.”

Qi Xi felt like he was already stuck to Fu Yanchuan, unsure how he could get any closer. Still, he obediently wrapped his arms around Fu Yanchuan’s neck, filling in the last bit of space between them.

“Is this okay?”

Fu Yanchuan held Qi Xi’s neck with one hand and smiled. “Why are you so obedient?”

“Don’t you like obedient stand-ins?”

Fu Yanchuan’s hand suddenly tightened, and he bit down on Qi Xi’s lip rather roughly. Qi Xi shrank back in fright. Almost instantly, Fu Yanchuan became gentle again. Without asking Qi Xi’s opinion, he invaded, catching the tongue that wanted to escape but had nowhere to go. He ground against it intensely, as if punishing him.

Qi Xi felt that Fu Yanchuan had suddenly become fierce. His arms, which had been holding Fu Yanchuan, turned into an attempt to push him away, but it had no effect. His body also became uncontrollable, and he had no strength. He could only lie there and let Fu Yanchuan do whatever he wanted.

Having been through this twice before, Fu Yanchuan was more cautious about Qi Xi’s reactions. When he felt Qi Xi’s chest start to rise and fall faster, he moved his hand from Qi Xi’s waist. He licked the inside of Qi Xi’s mouth comfortingly, then withdrew and pulled Qi Xi into his arms. “All right, I’ll let you go.”

Qi Xi was pressed down just before he lost control of his breathing. Leaning against Fu Yanchuan’s shoulder, he panted hard. Fu Yanchuan wiped the moisture drawn out of Qi Xi’s lips and gently rested his palm on his chest. He asked, “Uncomfortable?”

“Mm.”

Suddenly, Qi Xi pulled up Fu Yanchuan’s clothes and buried his face inside. His voice was muffled as he said, “I… I almost… almost…”

Fu Yanchuan was startled. He had thought that Qi Xi might not be sure about his own sexual orientation and might not react to someone of the same sex.

He let out a barely audible laugh and touched Qi Xi’s flushed, exposed ear. “Be good. We’ll continue next time.”

It took a long while for Qi Xi to pull his face away. Instead, he asked unhappily, “Is this enough? Aren’t we supposed to really go all out here?”

Looking into Qi Xi’s eyes, which were completely free of any lewd thoughts, Fu Yanchuan replied hoarsely, “Don’t ask things like that again. Sit back.”

Qi Xi thought that Fu Yanchuan’s moods changed quickly. To him, Fu Yanchuan was a scumbag who didn’t take responsibility after kissing him. He slowly climbed up, but the car was cramped with all kinds of obstacles. He got halfway up and then fell back.

Fu Yanchuan caught him, holding his waist tightly. He didn’t move, his hot breath brushing against Qi Xi’s neck.

After a while, Fu Yanchuan suddenly picked him up, put him back in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and then withdrew.

“Wait.”

Qi Xi suddenly grabbed Fu Yanchuan and put the glasses he had taken off earlier back on him. Admiringly, he said, “I like Brother Yan best like this.”

Fu Yanchuan caught the hand Qi Xi had used to put the glasses back on, brought it to his lips, kissed it, and placed it back on Qi Xi. Finally, he sat back down properly and drove off without looking aside.

By the time they got back, dinner had just been set on the table. The chef had left after they entered the house. Fu Yanchuan told Qi Xi to shower first and then eat.

Qi Xi disagreed. “Why? It’s still so early! I’ll wash up before I go to sleep.”

Fu Yanchuan compromised. “Just wash your face.”

“My face isn’t dirty.”

Fu Yanchuan stared at Qi Xi’s neck, which he had kissed all over. Silently, he led Qi Xi into the bathroom, wrung out a towel, and wiped his neck.

Qi Xi looked in the mirror and saw that the red mark on Fu Yanchuan’s adam’s apple had faded. For once, he was surprisingly clever and asked, “Brother Yan, are you disgusted by your own saliva?”

Fu Yanchuan’s hand paused for a moment. He pretended not to hear and continued carefully wiping all of Qi Xi’s exposed skin. “Go eat.”

Qi Xi didn’t move. After scrutinizing Fu Yanchuan for a while, he suddenly leaned in, hooked an arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his neck, deliberately licking it and leaving moisture behind. He stepped back and stared at the spot, saying, “Brother Yan, I’ve dirtied you too.”

“Who taught you that?”

Fu Yanchuan grabbed Qi Xi and pulled him into his arms. Qi Xi blinked at him and said, “You did. I’ll wipe you, too.”

As he spoke, he reached for the towel in Fu Yanchuan’s hand. Fu Yanchuan didn’t give it to him. Instead, he released him and said, “Go eat.”

Qi Xi sometimes found Fu Yanchuan hard to understand. He could suddenly become cold. Qi Xi looked at him and wiped the moisture off Fu Yanchuan’s neck with his hand. “Wipe it yourself.”

Fu Yanchuan watched Qi Xi leave the bathroom. He turned his head and stared at the spot in the mirror that Qi Xi had just touched. Then he took a deep breath.

After dinner, Qi Xi went to draw, and Fu Yanchuan went to another empty room. Originally designed as a gym, Fu Yanchuan rarely stayed here for long before Qi Xi came. At most, he slept there one night, so the room had always been empty.

In the room, he called Uncle Quan. “Tomorrow, have people come over and clean up the empty room. Make it into a studio for Qi Xi.”

Uncle Quan wasn’t surprised by this instruction and asked about Fu Yanchuan’s specific requirements.

Fu Yanchuan scanned the room, planning it out. After hearing his instruction, Uncle Quan paused for a moment and said, “The chairman went to look for Qi Xi today. He didn’t see him; he just took a look.”

After Uncle Quan finished speaking, he waited a long time, but Fu Yanchuan said nothing more. Just as he thought the call was about to end, Fu Yanchuan suddenly stopped him.

“Sir, is there anything else?”

Uncle Quan thought he was going to mention Fu Zhenrong going to see Qi Xi. Instead, Fu Yanchuan said, “This room has been empty for too long. The air is bad. Clear out half of my study and move Qi Xi’s studio there.”

Bad air—Wouldn’t opening the windows be enough?

For a moment, Uncle Quan lost his professional composure. His expression twitched uncontrollably before he answered, “All right.”

That night, Qi Xi didn’t sleep well. At 11 o’clock, Fu Yanchuan came to his room to remind him to go to sleep. But once he lay down, he couldn’t stop replaying what had happened in the car in his mind.

He hugged his pillow and rolled from left to right on the bed, then from right to left. After rolling around for several hours, he finally fell asleep. However, he woke up early in the morning without needing an alarm.

“Dasheng, I think I have insomnia.”

The orange cat scratched his head with its paw. Suddenly, Qi Xi pounced over and rubbed his face all over the cat. With messy hair, he went out to drink water and happened to run into Fu Yanchuan, who was returning from a run.

He had been so focused on not sleeping well that he forgot about Fu Yanchuan’s rule of being properly dressed when leaving his room. Seeing him, Qi Xi naturally ran over, hugged him, and secretly felt up his abs. Then, he pretended nothing happened and asked, “Brother Yan, you run every day, so that’s why your muscles are so perfect? I want them too.”

A drop of sweat slid down from the tip of Fu Yanchuan’s nose and fell onto Qi Xi’s upturned face. Fu Yanchuan reached out to wipe it away and said, “Next time, I’ll take you to training.”

Qi Xi immediately flexed his biceps, through they weren’t even visible. “No problem! What are we going to train? I want muscles as perfect as yours!”

Fu Yanchuan grabbed Qi Xi’s slender arm. It was much firmer than he had expected. He squeezed it and asked, “Is swimming okay?”

Qi Xi hesitated. “I’m not very good at it.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Qi Xi immediately stood straight and bowed to Fu Yanchuan. “All right, Coach Fu, please guide me!”

 

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