EM 60. Entertainment

They headed to a decent restaurant in the area, booked a private room, and enjoyed a satisfying meal. Song Feng stretched out his arm across the back of the chair beside him, lit a cigarette with his other hand, exhaled slowly, and smiled at the group. “So, where do you all want to go?”

Bai Xuyao poured himself a cup of hot water. “Bro, don’t play dumb. It’s late. Of course we’re hitting a nightclub.”

Song Feng looked completely innocent. “I’m just gathering opinions. What if someone wanted to catch a movie, or play games, or maybe try something a little more refined?”

Bai Xuyao shot back, “Oh, you mean like our shady boss listening to opera?”

Everyone immediately yelled, “Don’t mention him at a time like this!”

Bai Xuyao yelped and spilled the hot water, jerking his hand away as the cup clattered onto the table. “Fine, fine, I won’t bring him up. No need to bite my head off. And just for the record, I was the one stuck at the opera. Me! You assholes all ran off to watch strippers. Unbelievable.”

The others quickly changed the subject, tossing jokes back and forth as they headed to the nightclub, laughing along the way. Everyone had their own ideas. Some just wanted to find a bed, others were in the mood to drink or hook up. Bai Xuyao, still holding a grudge from last time, headed straight for a seat near the front of the dance floor and fixed his gaze on the pretty girls twirling under the lights. Xiao Mingxuan glanced his way and didn’t bother with a private room. He let everyone scatter as they pleased, then wrapped an arm around Song Feng and leaned close. “What about you? What do you want to do?”

Song Feng raised an eyebrow. “What about you?”

“I’m good with anything. If you want to drink, I’ll drink with you. If you want to watch the show, I’ll sit through that too.” Xiao Mingxuan paused, leaned in, and spoke close to his ear with a soft laugh. “And if you want me to fuck you, I promise this time I’ll go all the way.”

His voice was low and magnetic, muffled slightly by the noise of the club and the pounding music. Warm breath brushed his ear, shameless and suggestive. Song Feng turned his head. In the dim light, he stared at that sharp, handsome face, his own eyes already glinting with mischief. “You’re in luck. I’m in a good mood tonight. No charge.”

Xiao Mingxuan laughed, took his hand, and led him toward the elevator.

Duan Qing watched their figures disappear into the crowd, then turned and asked, “What about you? Where are you going?”

Wei Xiaoyan looked around, rubbing his chin. “Find a girl, maybe.”

Duan Qing fell silent for a beat, then asked with a straight face, “Would I do?”

Wei Xiaoyan: “…”

Xiao Mingxuan and Song Feng got a room. The moment they stepped inside, they were already on each other. Xiao Mingxuan shoved him against the door, kissed him hard, and slid his tongue past his lips, pulling him into a deep, devouring kiss.

Song Feng tilted his head back and clung to him, returning the kiss just as fiercely. Xiao Mingxuan’s hand slid under Song Feng’s shirt, fingers dragging across his back and waist before closing over a nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pressing just hard enough to make him twitch. The heat snapped up his spine. Song Feng gave a low gasp and pushed up against him.

Xiao Mingxuan’s breath grew heavier. He bit his lip and smiled. “Already this worked up?”

Song Feng kissed him. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then get on with it. Any more talking and I’m out.”

Xiao Mingxuan laughed as he pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. His hand slid down and cupped the hard length straining against Song Feng’s pants. “Shower first?”

Song Feng let out a contented hum, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Yeah.”

Xiao Mingxuan pulled him into the bathroom and started stripping him down. Clothes hit the floor fast. Skin pressed to skin, hot and flushed, chest to chest, hips grinding together. Their breathing grew rough as heat flared between them.

Song Feng gasped and tilted his head back, letting Xiao Mingxuan trail kisses along his neck. But something caught his eye. He pushed him back slightly and glanced at the deep bruise on his shoulder.

“How’d this happen?”

Xiao Mingxuan gave it a glance and turned on the shower. “From the truck crash. I hit something. It’s nothing, just a bruise. It’ll fade in a few days.” He paused. “I saw you run over right away when it happened. What, were you worried?”

The feeling from that moment came rushing back. Song Feng nodded honestly.

Xiao Mingxuan hadn’t expected him to admit it so easily. He froze for a beat, then grabbed him and kissed him again, harder this time. The heat between them spread fast. Song Feng could feel the temperature rising inside him. He grabbed Xiao Mingxuan’s hand and shoved it between his legs. “Touch me.”

Xiao Mingxuan swallowed hard. His hand closed around Song Feng’s cock and began to stroke, slow at first, then tighter. He kissed down his neck, down his chest, dragging his tongue over the skin like he wanted to taste every inch of him. He paused at the dip of his stomach, then dropped to his knees.

Song Feng looked down, eyes already half-lidded. The haze of arousal made everything feel distant, like the heat in the room had soaked into his blood. Xiao Mingxuan glanced up at him but didn’t say a word.

“Don’t fucking stop. If you’re doing it, then get on with it. Open your mouth.”

Xiao Mingxuan laughed softly. “I figured you’d say that. Shameless bastard.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with shame,” Song Feng muttered, but the rest of the sentence fell apart as Xiao Mingxuan took his cock into his mouth.

Xiao Mingxuan worked his tongue along the thick vein, licking slowly up to the head. He deep-throated him several times, the sounds of Song Feng’s ragged breathing filling the space.

Heat slammed through Song Feng like a wave, pounding against every nerve. He couldn’t take the burn anymore. His hands gripped Xiao Mingxuan’s head tighter. He thrust deeper, chasing the pressure until his whole body jerked tight. A long exhale escaped his lips, every cell in his body stretching open in pleasure like it had just broken through the clouds.

Xiao Mingxuan licked his lips and stood. He leaned in and kissed Song Feng lightly on the forehead. “Feel good?”

Song Feng slumped against him and rubbed lazily at his chest, eyes still hazy. “Not bad. Keep that up and you might actually be worth something.”

Xiao Mingxuan laughed, kissed him again, reached for the body wash, and squeezed a little into his hand. Then he reached behind Song Feng, fingers slipping between his cheeks.

Song Feng flinched and grabbed his wrist. “Not here. Bed.”

Xiao Mingxuan grinned and asked, “What, scared your legs are going to give out if I fuck you too hard?” As he spoke, he pushed a second finger in. Song Feng tried to move away, but his strength hadn’t fully come back yet. Xiao Mingxuan held him tight against his chest, leaving him no room to escape.

“You already know the answer,” Song Feng snapped, breath catching. “Either get us to the bed or—fuck—just stop…”

Xiao Mingxuan didn’t wait for him to finish. He spun him around, grabbed his waist, and slowly pushed his cock in, all the way to the hilt. He let out a low breath of satisfaction, then leaned down to kiss his shoulder. “If your legs give out, just beg. I’ll carry you to bed.”

“You’re such a sick fuck…” Song Feng started to protest, but before he could get another word out, Xiao Mingxuan slammed into that one spot that made his mind go blank.

His cry echoed off the walls.

Xiao Mingxuan kept thrusting, each time harder than the last. “What were you saying?” he murmured.

Song Feng shook his head fast. “Nothing—nothing—don’t go so fucking deep—ah—”

Xiao Mingxuan held him close, hips snapping forward again and again. He didn’t stop until Song Feng’s eyes were wet and unfocused. Only then did he finally pull out, lift him up, and carry him out of the bathroom.

He sat down against the headboard and let Song Feng lower himself onto his cock. His body sank down slowly, thighs trembling, arms clinging to Xiao Mingxuan’s shoulders.

His breath was a mess. His mind barely working. He grabbed Xiao Mingxuan’s hand and dragged it to his cock.

Xiao Mingxuan wrapped his fingers around it and gave a slow stroke, then thrust his hips upward. “You close?”

Song Feng whimpered, legs shaking. “Hurry up—”

Xiao Mingxuan leaned in to kiss him, then shifted their bodies without pulling out. He pinned Song Feng to the mattress, spreading his legs wide, and gave in completely. He fucked him hard, each stroke deep and relentless, chasing his own release without holding anything back.

By the end of it, they barely had the strength to move.

They washed up quickly, then lay back against the headboard. Song Feng lit a cigarette, still pressed up against Xiao Mingxuan’s side. The warmth of skin on skin made him feel heavy and lazy.

Out of nowhere, he muttered, “Xiaoyan told me once that love and romance are sometimes bullshit. Said in the end, it’s just about finding someone you can stand living with.”

Xiao Mingxuan pulled him in tighter. “And what do you think?”

Song Feng exhaled a long plume of smoke. “I think being with you feels pretty damn good.”

Xiao Mingxuan smiled and tightened his arms. “That sounds promising.”

Song Feng rested his head on Xiao Mingxuan’s shoulder, then turned slightly to glance at him. “Tell me the truth. How long are you planning to stick around?”

Xiao Mingxuan met his eyes. He leaned over and kissed him on the lips. “As long as I’m alive, I’ll stay with you.”

Song Feng settled deeper into the bed and curled up in a comfortable position. “Okay.” He passed over the cigarette. Xiao Mingxuan took it, pressed it out on the nightstand, then turned off the light. They fell asleep tangled up in each other.

The next morning, Song Feng woke up early as usual and dragged Xiao Mingxuan out for breakfast. They walked slowly down the hallway toward the elevator. A door ahead of them clicked open, and out stepped Wei Xiaoyan and Duan Qing.

Wei Xiaoyan looked dazed. The moment he saw the two of them coming, his expression froze.

Song Feng grinned. “Well, well. You two shared a room last night?”

Wei Xiaoyan groaned and clutched his head. “Don’t ask. Don’t say a word. This is all a hallucination. I don’t actually exist.”

Song Feng ignored him and looked him up and down with a lazy smirk. “You don’t look great. What’s wrong? Hungover? Or did someone drug you, fuck you, and then fuck you again?”

Both of their expressions stiffened at once. Wei Xiaoyan braced himself against the wall and slowly inched forward. “None of this is real… it’s all an illusion…”

Song Feng looked at Duan Qing. Duan Qing looked back and muttered under his breath, “Have a heart, would you? Stop rubbing it in.”

Before Song Feng could reply, Bai Xuyao’s voice rang out from down the hall. “senior, what’s wrong with you? Why do you look like you’ve just been thoroughly fucked? Did someone actually fuck you? Who would even dare? Was it Duan Qing?”

Wei Xiaoyan: “…”

Duan Qing: “…”

Two seconds passed in silence before Wei Xiaoyan resumed shuffling forward. “You’re all figments… air… nothing but air…”

Bai Xuyao trailed after him. “Senior… did you fall into a trap? Did someone set you up?”

Wei Xiaoyan froze. Duan Qing stepped forward, grabbed Bai Xuyao by the back of his collar, and casually tossed him aside. Then he turned back to Wei Xiaoyan and, to everyone’s surprise, said gently, “Come on. Let’s eat.”

Wei Xiaoyan groaned and dragged himself away.

Bai Xuyao blinked, bright-eyed, and turned to ask, “Bro, what just happened?”

Song Feng’s eyes were shining too. “No clue. Let’s go.”

Xiao Mingxuan watched the two of them sprint off. Just imagining the state Wei Xiaoyan and Duan Qing must be in made him speechless. He shook his head and followed after them with a laugh.

They all went out for breakfast. Afterward, fully satisfied, they headed back to base. Team One had known they were out on assignment and figured it was a long one, but when they saw them finally return, they gave them a full once-over, eyes full of suspicion.

“Where the hell did you all go?”

“You wouldn’t believe this mission,” the group started shouting at once, each one louder than the last, talking over each other, adding fuel to the fire, making it sound like the most epic operation of the year.

Team One looked them up and down, saw how fresh-faced and glowing they all looked, and couldn’t help twitching at the corners of their mouths. “Yeah right. You look like you’ve been on vacation. Eating well, drinking better, maybe even got laid. Don’t tell us you ended up with some filthy-rich sponsor who treated you like royalty?”

The group fell silent.