Translator: HillarybyHillary
Editor: Eric Rasputin
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
The door opened, and Zhang Zhun slowly walked in. Chen Hsin noticed him and turned his back coldly, ignoring the man.
“I was waiting for you.” Zhang Zhun was clearly affected by his hostile demeanor as he added depressingly, “You didn’t come.”
“Oh, I was tired.” Chen Hsin casually replied as he leaned against the desk while playing on his phone.
Chen Hsin was clearly throwing a tantrum. Zhang Zhun initially wanted to explain what happened with He Mingyuan, but he figured there wasn’t much to say. Instead, he said, “I’ll take a shower first.” He closed the curtains and began to strip, then quickly added, “Let me use the bathroom.”
In response, Chen Hsin flippantly lifted his chin to imply “whatever”, as an awkward atmosphere brewed between them. Zhang Zhun walked into the bathroom, but left the door wide open behind him in a clearly intentional manner. What followed was the suggestive sound of running water, provoking one’s mind to think wild and fanciful thoughts. Clothes were being casually flung out, landing in a messy pile on the sofa by the door.
The open door was a blatant invitation, but Chen Hsin did not take the bait. However, he couldn’t stop himself from taking a peek. Under the warm light and gentle spray of water, the expanse of honey-colored skin glistened seductively. Chen Hsin swallowed visibly, as his nether region tightened in response.
“Have you seen Weibo?” Zhang Zhun’s voice echoed loudly, seemingly amplified by the bathroom’s confined walls, but at the same time, muffled by the running water.
Chen Hsin hadn’t planned on replying, but he was unable to control his emotions. “Oh?” He anxiously threw his phone down, then snatched up the script on the table and climbed in bed. He leaned against the pillows and complained, “They’re saying I’m a bumptious prick for not letting you sit next to the interviewer. What the hell is wrong with them?!”
With his body still damp from the shower, Zhang Zhun strolled out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist. He was about to turn off the lights, but after a moment, turned around and instead jumped straight into the bed, snuggling up to Chen Hsin under the blanket. For a long time, Chen Hsin refused to move or acknowledge him. Zhang Zhun was not used to this cold indifference, so he twisted around to observe the other man. Chen Hsin noticeably tensed up as he tried hard to ignore the man next to him. At a loss, Zhang Zhun pushed himself up and straddled Chen Hsin.
“What are you doing?” Chen Hsin scowled in a seemingly disgruntled tone, then threw his script down with a thud. Chen Hsin fisted his hands into the sheets to stop his lips from lifting at the corners and frowned deeply. His eyes were tracing — on their own accord — down Zhang Zhun’s tempting body to the sheets around that thin and delicate waist. Zhang Zhun yanked the towel with one hand and threw it aside in one swift motion.
Zhang Zhun was fully naked as he lifted his other hand to the headboard, effectively caging Chen Hsin in. Zhang Zhun towered over the younger man, having secured the high-ground. He exuded an imposing aura — similar to that of a swordsman ready to strike. Chen Hsin was taken aback and subconsciously shrank back as he asked, “You… Are you some kind of martial arts champion?”
“National Martial Arts Champion for the Southern Fist1, fencing, and close combat cudgel,” Zhang Zhun answered casually. He then lowered his head for a fierce and hot kiss. Chen Hsin gave in and encircled his arms around that delicate waist, rubbing along the twisting ribs, as he slowly inched his hands higher and higher. Zhang Zhun held down the wandering hands on his body, then used his chest to force Chen Hsin up against the headboard. He flicked his tongue across his bloodshot lips. Zhang Zhun’s contradicting expression held a hint of provocation yet reservedness.
Chen Hsin felt that Zhang Zhun was about to do something, but he hadn’t the faintest idea of what was in store for him. He watched as the chest in front of him came closer and closer. His nose and chin were pressed right up against that sexy chest without a wisp of air between them. Yet, as he moved closer, the distance between their waists grew further apart. This arched position gave Zhang Zhun’s back a beautiful and enticing curve.
Zhang Zhun grabbed the corner of the blanket and flicked his wrist. The power of that simple movement sent the massive, double duvet flying towards the floor with a loud swish. Chen Hsin didn’t know what got into him, but he began to blush uncontrollably. His heart thumped loudly in his chest — momentarily giving him the feeling of a fragile young woman. Without anything between them, the two embraced as if they were one.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhun moved. His chest and waist pulled back in a slow and sultry wave before his lower abdomen began to rub fervently against Chen Hsin’s crotch. Chen Hsin’s face flushed bright red as he looked on in awe and utter fascination. He watched as the alluring and wanton man before him continued to wave and grind against his body, gradually increasing the speed of his sensual movements. Zhang Zhun clearly still remembered that this ‘dog-thrusting’ was what Chen Hsin had wanted. Chen Hsin recalled what the staff members talked about that day on set. It was ‘twerking’, and Zhang Zhun was doing precisely that. However, compared to those coquettish dancers, Zhang Zhun’s movements had a more distinguished and romantic energy.
Chen Hsin was instantly aroused. Just as he was about to flip Zhang Zhun over, the other man stopped. With a lustful and teasing expression on his face, Zhang Zhun leaned in and whispered, “You like that?”
Chen Hsin vigorously nodded his head like a little kid. Amused by his reaction, Zhang Zhun reached forward and kissed him again, melding their lips together in perfect harmony. The kiss lingered for a long while, with both of them unwilling to part. Zhang Zhun kept flexing and undulating on his lover. Like an endless dream, Zhang Zhun murmured in his ear, “Then you’ll like this even more…” before suggestively squeezing Chen Hsin’s hot and hardened member. Pumping his hands a few times, Zhang Zhun spread his legs apart and sank down.
But after trying several times, he still couldn’t get it to go in. Zhang Zhun’s delicate eyebrows furrowed as Chen Hsin stared at him, afraid to blink in case this was a dream, and he’d wake up by doing so. Chen Hsin then reached over and pulled open the bedside table’s drawer, revealing a bottle of lube inside. Zhang Zhun knelt up, and with his arms around the younger man’s shoulders, he reached around to grab the bottle. Chen Hsin took advantage of this position to hug the delicate waist in front of him, then proceeded to kiss and leave a row of hickeys along Zhang Zhun’s collarbone.
“There won’t be any exposing scenes tomorrow, right?” asked Zhang Zhun.
“No, it’s mainly just me and Qin Xin-er’s scenes.” After greasing both his hands and Chen Hsin’s c***, Zhang Zhun sat down again. Sure enough, as soon as his lower body touched that slick head, it opened up and swallowed it slowly. Chen Hsin took hold of Zhang Zhun’s swaying length and casually pulled twice. Suddenly, Zhang Zhun felt a fierce heat spread through his ass. After a few unrestrained screams ripped from his throat, Zhang Zhun sat down engulfing the full length of his lover.
Zhang Zhun took a moment to gather himself, then tried to move. However, his insides were overwhelmed by the full sensation of his lover’s c***. He tried to rock his hips a few times before giving in, “I can’t…” With trembling lips, he moaned, “You do it…”
Chen Hsin was waiting for that exact line. He sat up and flipped Zhang Zhun around, eagerly giving them both what they wanted. Chen Hsin violently and unrelentingly f***ed the man below him. Zhang Zhun lay back and enjoyed the brutality of their act, indulging in the erotic pleasure without any apprehension. This was completely different from doing it with a woman. There were no barriers or false pretenses between them. He could scream as loud as he wanted or cry as desperately as he needed.
Chen Hsin seemed to have lost all reason and instead was controlled by his raging hormones. The scene before his eyes pushing him along as it became more and more chaotic. Chen Hsin flexed his hips unforgivingly and f***ed his lover; the more he moved, the more Zhang Zhun disappeared into the mattress. Amongst the frantic coupling, one of Zhang Zhun’s legs had unknowingly slipped under the bed. He lifted it back up with great difficulty, only to have it slide down again after two relentless thrusts. The movement drew attention to the protruding bone on Zhang Zhun’s pelvis. Its delicate lines gave off an enticing allure that seemed far more erotic than his widely-spread thighs.
“Slow down…” he panted. Zhang Zhun couldn’t endure it any longer, and like a fish out of water, he writhed and twisted on the bed.
Chen Hsin’s fingers fumbled along that protruding bone structure, gently rubbing at the soft and flushed skin. “These…” he paused, mesmerized by the sight of them, before finishing, “Only I’ve seen them, right?”
Zhang Zhun struggled to gain purchase at the edge of the bed, desperately trying to hold onto something lest he falls off. On the other hand, Chen Hsin took hold of Zhang Zhun’s other leg on the bed and proceeded to bend it in half, folding it until the thigh and calf touched. This action opened up and exposed Zhang Zhun’s entire lower half, causing a shiver to run through him like a trembling dandelion.
“Feels good… So good…” Chen Hsin’s jaw clenched as he grit his teeth, moaning deeply. In an unbridled instant, he furiously surged forward, slamming their lower halves together. Perhaps due to their bodies being soaked in their bodily fluids and lubrication, the slapping sound of their carnal endeavor was unusually loud.
Half of Zhang Zhun’s body was hanging off the side of the bed, shaking and spazzing as he reached his hands up in an attempt to hold onto Chen Hsin’s shoulders. But before he could grab on properly, Chen Hsin jerked his hips twice, hitting that sweet spot inside him and sent him right over the edge. He wasn’t sure whether it was due to his fear of falling or the exquisite pleasure from his ass, but even after Chen Hsin pulled out of him, he still couldn’t stop himself from crying out, “Ahhhh!”
Chen Hsin tried to grab him but didn’t catch him in time. He watched as the other man slid off the bed and collapsed onto the soft duvet on the floor. Zhang Zhun’s body was flushed from head to toe with the milky white evidence of his orgasm splashed across his abdomen and thighs. His body twitched and convulsed involuntarily in a post-orgasmic spasm, obviously still addicted to the afterglow of being well and truly f***ed.
Chen Hsin sat at the edge of the bed, captivated by the erotic sight of his sated lover. With one hand wrapped around his dripping length, he jerked himself off with frantic pulls. “When you fell off me…” he rasped in broken sentences, “You were so tight!” Suddenly, his climax hit Chen Hsin without warning, shooting all over his hand and thighs.
Zhang Zhun covered his face and closed his legs in an attempt to cover up his exposed lower half. “Do you get the feeling…” Overcome with shyness, he lowered his voice before finishing, “We’re a bit weird?”
“Weird how?” Chen Hsin crawled up over Zhang Zhun and caged the other man between his arms, melding their lips together in a feverish kiss as he listened for his response.
“We’re not like other couples,” Zhang Zhun panted between kisses. Taking a moment to collect himself, he took a deep breath before he continued, “We never eat together, never have normal conversations, never fight. We only make love…”
Chen Hsin fell silent before a brilliant smile spread across his face. “Get up,” he said as he stroked Zhang Zhun’s hair lovingly. “We’re going to the movies.” Chen Hsin continued in a soft Taiwanese lilt, “A romantic midnight show!”
Footnotes:
- Southern Fist – (南拳) or Nanquan
It is a form of contemporary Chinese Martial Arts created in the 1960s. It originated from the Chinese provinces south of the Yangtze River, hence the name ‘Southern Fist.’