WTCM 20. Dear Boyfriend

Only then did Chen Tianxiang remember that he still had him cuffed. Feeling a little guilty, he took out the key and unlocked the handcuffs. Before getting up, he leaned down and kissed Qi Haiyang on the cheek.

“Lie still. I’ll clean you up.”

“Clean up my ass. Let’s go another round! I’m all sweaty anyway, we can just shower after!” As soon as his hands were free, Qi Haiyang pounced on him again. Chen Tianxiang punched him back down without hesitation, rolled his eyes, and jumped out of bed.

“Stay put and wait for me!”

“I’m lying down, alright? Waiting for you to come back.” The way he said it was laced with obvious sexual intent. He obediently spread his legs wide on the bed, waved at Chen Tianxiang, and blew kisses, clearly ready for round two.

Chen Tianxiang cleaned up the used condom, stripped off the shirt stained with cum, and tossed it into the washing machine to soak. He felt bad for the junior cop who had lent him the shirt. He might as well just buy it off him. Who knows, maybe he’d need it again someday.

After a quick rinse, he brought over a basin of warm water and a towel. This time he walked back to the bed completely naked. Insisting on cleaning Qi Haiyang himself was a little fixation of his. It was his first time being the top, and it came with some sentimental rituals. In all those novels, wasn’t that how it always went? The seme gently wiping down the uke after sex, that was how a proper top should behave. Besides, last night Qi Haiyang had offered to wipe him too. Maybe he had potential as a top himself.

“Don’t move.” Chen Tianxiang started by wiping down his lower belly. Then he rinsed the towel and moved to the thick patch of pubic hair below. He gently lifted the half-soft cock, wrapping it in the warm towel and softly rubbing it clean. He wasn’t the type to say much, always bottling up his feelings. Even when he really liked someone, he didn’t know how to say it. So these small gestures, this kind of tenderness, was his way of showing affection.

“The back, the back. It’s all sticky. Do that part first.” Qi Haiyang spread his legs wider and lifted his ass a little. Chen Tianxiang shifted closer and took a look. Sure enough, the cleft between his cheeks was a mess of sticky lube, with tiny frothy bubbles from all the friction.

His face grew hot. He quickly rinsed the towel again and wiped away the slick mess. Then he noticed the rim, slightly red and puffy, and figured there was probably still lube inside. For some reason, that thought turned him on. He steadied his breathing, reached out, and gently touched the rim. Just then, the little hole twitched on its own, slowly opening up, and a string of thick fluid slipped out, hanging right between his freshly cleaned cheeks.

Even though he knew it was only leftover lube, not cum, he still got hit with a wave of arousal. Heat shot down to his groin. His cock, which had just softened, jerked suddenly like it got shocked, and sprang back to life.

Maybe… they really could go one more round.

Screw the wiping. Time to fuck again.

Chen Tianxiang smirked and tossed the towel aside. He climbed back onto the bed and pinned down the guy who was still obediently lying there.

“Hehe, see? I knew we’d do it again. Let’s shower together after this!” Qi Haiyang happily wrapped his arms around the handsome man on top of him, lifted his legs, and hooked them around his waist.

“Mmm… idiot. Don’t rush. I’ll grab a condom…”

Whatever else he wanted to say was swallowed up by Qi Haiyang’s passionate kiss. Chen Tianxiang couldn’t hold out any longer. That cute little hole was just too tempting, and before he knew it, he was already inside.

But after finishing again, the pleasure faded into a twinge of regret. He had meant for them to switch this time, one topping and one bottoming. But faced with that fresh, bare body, he caved and took the top role again. Apparently, a naked body hit harder than any uniform kink. Guess he learned something new today. He might even try it himself next time.

After that weekend, they officially started their sweet and peaceful cohabitation. Even though they had silently agreed to take turns in bed, with Qi Haiyang clinging to him like sticky candy and always asking for more, Chen Tianxiang often broke the deal and ended up topping again. Still, the little cop didn’t let himself get pushed around. When he really wanted it, he’d cuff the college boy to the bed, ride him hard, and get his fill. So in the end, their take-turns arrangement was actually holding up pretty well.

Soon, summer break rolled around for Qi Haiyang. They had already agreed to go visit his family together, so Chen Tianxiang applied for vacation early, borrowed a car, and drove his boyfriend back to his hometown.

The whole ride, Chen Tianxiang kept thinking about how to bring it up to Qi Haiyang’s parents. He had bought a ton of gifts, half like meeting the in-laws, half like proposing. But he couldn’t just walk in and say, “Please give me your son.” He’d be lucky if he didn’t get beaten to death. Then he glanced at the big fool beside him, happily humming to himself without a care in the world, clearly not taking any of it seriously.

“Haiyang, have you even thought about it? How are we going to tell your family about us?” The more Chen Tianxiang thought about it, the more nervous he felt. What if Haiyang just blurted it out the second they walked through the door, like ‘I’m gay, and this is my boyfriend’? Maybe it’d be better to test the waters first. Ease into it. Say he doesn’t plan on getting married, that he might stay single in the future.

But Qi Haiyang didn’t hesitate at all. He just said, “What do you mean? I’ll tell them I like guys, so I brought my boyfriend home to meet them.”

“Hah… you…” Chen Tianxiang let out a helpless laugh. He really had this idiot’s brain all figured out. He explained his own plan in detail, saying he didn’t plan to marry would leave room to breathe. Then, years down the line, when Haiyang was older and still single, they could finally tell his parents the truth. Maybe by then, seeing that their son had been living happily with a man all that time, they’d be more accepting of the fact that he was gay and would never settle down with a woman.

“What’s with all that trouble? My parents are gonna like you for sure. No way they’d say no!” Qi Haiyang was full of confidence. Then he burst into a silly line of song: “The sky is falling, five words come to mind… it’s not a damn thing!”

“If something does happen, don’t come crying to me.” Chen Tianxiang shot him a glare. He didn’t have to imagine the worst, because he had lived it. Being kicked out by your family was no joke. And if this idiot really caused a scene in front of everyone, he’d have to step in fast and find a way to smooth things over.

Qi Haiyang’s hometown was a small county. After just two turns into the city area, he shouted that they had arrived, rolled down the window, and started waving wildly at the people outside. They had already arranged everything over the phone. His older brother and younger sister were waiting for him by the roadside.

Chen Tianxiang felt a wave of nerves hit him. He wasn’t ready to meet the family. But he had no choice now. He gritted his teeth and parked the car.

“Second Brother, who’s this? Introduce him!” Qi Haiyang’s little sister, who looked about ready for her last year of high school, ran up to the car. The moment she saw the handsome guy in the driver’s seat, her eyes lit up.

“My boyfriend. Call him Tianxiang!”

Chen Tianxiang didn’t even get the chance to stop him. Qi Haiyang blurted it out without hesitation. He slumped forward, face hitting the steering wheel. The whole world went black. If he could, he’d start the engine right now and drive this idiot far, far away from here, before the entire family came at them with pitchforks.

“Hi, Tianxiang!” the girl chirped excitedly.

Chen Tianxiang was just debating whether to stop pretending to be dead and politely greet her when she suddenly shrieked in confusion, “Whose boyfriend?!”

Still completely clueless, Qi Haiyang pointed proudly at himself and grinned, teeth showing.

“Mine, of course!”