BOSF 029: Rubbing

“Mmph…” 

The moment Xiang Yang’s hand touched him, Ji Yan’s fingers clenched tightly. He gripped Xiang Yang’s shirt so hard it wrinkled, nearly tearing it.

But Xiang Yang didn’t mind or stop, his gaze fixed on Ji Yan’s arousal, fingers gently tracing from the tip downward.

Though Ji Yan had initiated it, he felt deeply embarrassed. His rapid breathing and stifled moans echoed in his ears. Too shy to let them out, his restraint made the moment even more intimate and provocative.

He grew fully hard in Xiang Yang’s hand, the sensitive tip leaking under gentle stimulation, trembling intensely.

Xiang Yang had learned well, as if he knew Ji Yan’s sensitive spots. When his fingers brushed the fluid from the tip, Ji Yan couldn’t hold back a hum. “Mm…”

His erection twitched, as if reveling in the pleasure. Ji Yan squinted, savoring it, his grip on Xiang Yang’s shirt loosening slightly before tightening again as Xiang Yang’s hand moved, coaxing soft moans from him.

The calluses on Xiang Yang’s fingers overwhelmed him, stirring his arousal further. Rough but not sharp, worn smooth by time, they grazed his most sensitive parts, as if smoothing out life’s rough edges. Ji Yan thought of Xiang Yang’s focused demeanor while folding origami, his long fingers carefully tracing creases with precise, almost reverent movements. He suddenly felt like one of Xiang Yang’s creations, cherished and handled with care.

Lost in these thoughts, Ji Yan couldn’t hold back, quickly climaxing in Xiang Yang’s hand. It was his first time finishing so fast, and though embarrassed, his body felt light and languid. Giving in, he collapsed onto Xiang Yang’s bed, burying his face in the blanket, breathing in his scent.

He listened to Xiang Yang’s movements—the sound of him walking, the faint rustle of tissues as he wiped his fingers. Ji Yan waited for Xiang Yang’s next move, expecting he might need help too. But after a while, hearing nothing, he lifted his head from the blanket. The bed dipped as Xiang Yang, pants off, climbed on and leaned over him.

Usually, Ji Yan took the lead, but this was the first time Xiang Yang pinned him down. Still naive, Ji Yan didn’t think about who was on top. He just stared, dazed, his gaze drifting to Xiang Yang’s lower body.

Xiang Yang was hard, his erection long and thick, his dark eyes tinged with desire as he leaned closer, asking Ji Yan to touch him.

Finding Xiang Yang’s puppy-like demeanor adorable, Ji Yan laughed. But the sound shifted as Xiang Yang’s body accidentally brushed his, making him tremble sensitively. “Ha… mm…”

His softened erection was still too sensitive to touch.

Ji Yan’s face flushed, not just from the embarrassing sound but because Xiang Yang’s movement reminded him of scenes from adult videos.

He’d watched them out of curiosity but hadn’t been particularly interested, never finishing them. Now, realizing he might do such things with Xiang Yang, everything felt different, his face burning.

Xiang Yang paused at Ji Yan’s sound, watching his reaction before deliberately rubbing against him again.

“Ah… Xiang Yang… stop moving…” Ji Yan grabbed his hand, tugging too hard in his nervousness, pulling Xiang Yang down onto him. Their bare lower bodies pressed together, the air itself seeming to ignite.

Ji Yan could feel how hard and large Xiang Yang was. He shifted uncomfortably, but Xiang Yang stayed close, as if knowing how good it felt.

“Stop…” Ji Yan, nearly aroused again, reached down. “I’ll do it…”

Xiang Yang seemed uncomfortably hard but obediently gave space, letting Ji Yan touch him.

Ji Yan felt wetness—not just Xiang Yang’s fluid but his own. Post-climax, stimulation or pressure could still draw out more. His face reddened at the thought, his hand slick, movements smoother, the faint wet sounds of friction audible.

Unlike Ji Yan’s shyness, Xiang Yang was uninhibited, his hot breath and low, pleasant groans washing over Ji Yan’s ear and neck.

Ji Yan felt hotter, despite having already climaxed. How could he…

Turning, he saw Xiang Yang staring, his squinted, breathless expression sensual and devoted, unwilling to look away.

With Xiang Yang, Ji Yan was always soft-hearted. He couldn’t bear to tease him and wanted to give him everything.

Loosening his grip, Ji Yan didn’t stop but took his own rekindled arousal, pressing it against Xiang Yang’s. He felt Xiang Yang’s breath hitch, his erection trembling excitedly. Unable to hold both with one hand, he guided Xiang Yang’s hand down, and they moved together.

Their breaths and moans intertwined.

Ji Yan lay limp on the bed, head turned, revealing a sliver of pale, slender neck below his collar.

Xiang Yang’s gaze lingered on his dazed face, then noticed his flushed ears and neck. Naturally, he leaned down, kissing Ji Yan’s ear, then his neck.

Ji Yan squirmed, ticklish but not resisting. Turning, he met Xiang Yang’s lips as he looked up, kissing him.

This kiss was longer, more tender, both immersed and savoring. They brought each other to climax in this embrace.

Ji Yan returned home at 10:30 PM, giving Ji Qiuyuan another excuse to scold him. This time, Ji Yan tuned it out, letting him rant. He bowed his head, feigning obedience—a childhood trick to avoid harsher words. Back then, it protected his heart. Now, it was different. His compliance was strategic, a temporary retreat. With someone to protect, he was growing stronger.

His body and mind were maturing, ready to endure more. Since his parents’ fights were routine and he could do nothing now, worrying was pointless. He just needed to stay focused on his goal, unshaken.

Ji Yan shifted his mindset, turning his parents’ quarrels from pain into motivation. No matter what, he wouldn’t drop out. He had to get into university.

Thankfully, Ji Qiuyuan’s words were just drunken talk, forgotten afterward.

Later, Ji Yan learned his mother had argued with his father over it. Mothers, it seemed, always thought of their kids. Though Lin Yueqin often nagged, she didn’t want Ji Yan to face their hardships. Frugal and stingy, she’d still give everything to protect him in critical moments.

Ji Yan’s feelings were mixed. He’d resented her childish stubbornness before, but now he saw it as part of growing up. Parents loomed large in a child’s world, their actions scrutinized as role models. When they erred, kids questioned them.

He didn’t know if other families were like this, but he suspected most felt a mix of love and frustration toward their parents. Moving from wanting distance to understanding them was part of growing up.

Later, though Ji Qiuyuan didn’t find ideal work, he set up a noodle stall at the village entrance for some income. It wasn’t like his factory days, but it was something.

Ji Yan’s grades improved in the second semester, subtly but noticeably. He’d found a study rhythm, calmly reviewing his report card.

That summer before sophomore year, Ji Yan saved enough allowance to buy Xiang Yang an art book. But Xiang Yang showed no clear preferences, leaving Ji Yan unsure what to choose.

Online options were overwhelming, each shop claiming superiority, making it hard to decide.

Initially, Ji Yan thought to buy an origami book, but most were for kids under ten, with simple designs far less impressive than Xiang Yang’s work.

This made Ji Yan realize how skilled Xiang Yang had become at origami, though only he noticed. Xiang Yang’s parents saw it as play, ignoring it, while Xiang Jie just tossed his brother’s creations around.

Thinking it over, Ji Yan asked, “Xiang Yang, want to go out with me?”

Xiang Yang looked up, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Not wanting to force him, Ji Yan clarified, “I’ll take you to look at origami stuff, okay?”

Xiang Yang nodded, agreeing.