BOSF 025: Mutual Touch

Ji Yan suddenly recalled the first time he helped Xiang Yang relieve himself. The memory was still vivid, impossible to shake off. Even after so long, it made him blush. He tried to pull back, but Xiang Yang’s hands gripped his waist tightly, as if afraid he’d flee again like before.

Unable to retreat, Ji Yan stayed pressed against him, feeling the restless heat where their bodies met.

Ji Yan’s mindset had changed since two years ago. He’d grown up and finally acknowledged his feelings. He couldn’t convince himself this was just about helping Xiang Yang release anymore. He didn’t dare move, hoping they’d both calm down, but Xiang Yang wasn’t still. Whether intentional or instinctive, his movements brushed against Ji Yan, stirring him.

The sensitive contact made Ji Yan’s face burn hotter. It was futile—young, impulsive bodies ignited easily but were hard to settle. Holding each other like this only made it worse.

“Xiang Yang…” Ji Yan buried his face in Xiang Yang’s chest, shy. He couldn’t gauge what Xiang Yang wanted, but if he didn’t speak, he felt Xiang Yang would keep holding him, unmoving. From the days Xiang Yang waited at the door for him, Ji Yan knew how stubborn he could be. “Do you… want me to touch you? Down there… like last time…”

Ji Yan had taught Xiang Yang many things. He knew relieving physical urges was normal, but the subject was so embarrassing he felt like he was corrupting him.

“Mm.” Xiang Yang’s familiar single-syllable response was exactly as Ji Yan remembered. Even after two years apart, he held onto Ji Yan’s habits, unchanged.

Realizing this softened Ji Yan’s heart. He knew giving in to Xiang Yang was his downfall, but he was powerless against him. “Then… let me go. I can’t do it while you’re holding me like this.”

Xiang Yang hesitated, unmoving, as if worried Ji Yan would run if he let go. The memory of that happening once was enough to leave a lasting impression.

Ji Yan coaxed, “I promise, I won’t run.”

Only then did Xiang Yang loosen his grip, but his eyes stayed locked on Ji Yan, unwavering. His youthful features had matured, his handsome face now undeniably attractive as he lay there, gazing up.

Ji Yan’s heart raced. How had Xiang Yang changed so much in two years? His gaze accidentally flicked to Xiang Yang’s crotch, where a clear bulge strained against his pants.

Blushing, Ji Yan looked away, as shy as he’d been two years ago. But now, he knew to mask it. Glancing at the door, he realized it wasn’t locked. Li Lilian was home, busy with young Xiang Jie, and given her neglect of Xiang Yang, she likely wouldn’t check on him. Still, Ji Yan was cautious, unwilling to risk anything. As he moved to lock the door, Xiang Yang grabbed his hand.

Turning, Ji Yan saw Xiang Yang sitting up. “I’m locking the door,” he explained. “It’d be bad if someone saw…”

But Xiang Yang still wouldn’t let go.

Helpless, Ji Yan led him to the door. Standing, he noticed how much taller Xiang Yang had grown—he had to tilt his head to look at him. Xiang Yang’s jawline was striking, his Adam’s apple subtly prominent, his eyes captivating. Ji Yan stared, entranced, their gazes locked.

Xiang Yang stepped closer, his focused eyes tinged with desire.

An intimate atmosphere enveloped them. Their bodies pressed together again, and when Ji Yan kissed him, he felt Xiang Yang’s reaction intensify, as if pent up for too long. During their time apart, had Xiang Yang… surely he had, Ji Yan had taught him, though only once…

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Once certain things started, there was no going back.

His lips brushed Xiang Yang’s lightly, tentative and exploratory, eyes open to watch his reaction.

Xiang Yang tilted his head, mimicking Ji Yan, his lips grazing back gently.

Their previous kisses—whether Ji Yan’s initiative or Xiang Yang’s stolen one—had been mere lip touches, nothing more. At their inexperienced age, first stirrings of affection were about cautious exploration, satisfied with simple contact, unsure how to proceed or how far to go. But this was a beginning, a sign their feelings were mutual, opening the door to learning each other’s bodies.

Xiang Yang’s response felt like an answer.

Ji Yan paused, his face burning, heart pounding. He’d always guided their interactions, even in kissing. Tentatively, he extended his tongue, licking Xiang Yang’s lips.

Xiang Yang froze, then leaned in, trying to capture Ji Yan’s tongue.

“Mmph…” Ji Yan realized kissing could feel like this—his tongue tingled, touching something soft, warm, and wet. Stunned, he hesitated before boldly licking again, brushing Xiang Yang’s tongue through the seam of his lips.

This kiss lasted longer, unskilled, just playful touching and licking.

But Ji Yan knew something had changed. Even this simple kiss stirred a longing within him. His hand naturally slid down, touching Xiang Yang’s crotch through his pants, gently soothing the part pressing against him.

Xiang Yang let out a hum, his warm breath hitting Ji Yan’s face, his grip tightening as he pressed closer.

Ji Yan was nearly pinned against the door. He moved carefully to avoid making noise, not wanting Li Lilian to notice. Trying to pull his hand back, he couldn’t—the shape in his palm was unmistakable, making his face burn hotter. “Xiang Yang, you… you need to take off your pants first…”

This time, Xiang Yang didn’t move, as if afraid Ji Yan would change his mind, guiding Ji Yan’s hand to undo his pants instead.

Ji Yan thought if every intimate moment required step-by-step instructions, he’d die of embarrassment first. But he couldn’t outlast Xiang Yang’s patience. Resigned, he untied the drawstring of Xiang Yang’s pants and pulled them down with his underwear.

Ji Yan felt Xiang Yang’s erection brush his thigh, a mix of shame and panic making him grab it instinctively.

Xiang Yang buried his face in Ji Yan’s neck, groaning, his hot breath flooding Ji Yan’s ear.

Ji Yan shivered, gripping tighter reflexively.

Like a repeat of history, Xiang Yang guided Ji Yan’s hand to move, instinctively seeking release.

Blushing, Ji Yan’s mind blanked, aware only of the shape and heat in his hand. But after a few strokes, he noticed something—compared to two years ago, it felt bigger.

Male anatomy varied, mostly set by puberty, but development could continue into the early twenties. Ji Yan wasn’t sure if he was envious or jealous. Sneaking a glance, he regretted it instantly—the sight of himself holding Xiang Yang was too provocative, stirring his own reaction.

Their bodies so close, Xiang Yang could feel it. Ji Yan had been relieved Xiang Yang wasn’t the type to say embarrassing things, but he was wrong—Xiang Yang didn’t speak, he acted, touching Ji Yan through his pants.

Ji Yan nearly yelped, whispering, “Xiang Yang…”

“You…” Xiang Yang, sensing Ji Yan’s reaction mirrored his own, said, “Ji Yan needs it too…”

“I…” Ji Yan couldn’t argue. With Xiang Yang, he couldn’t lie or deceive.

So Xiang Yang slipped his hand into Ji Yan’s pants, tending to him.

When Xiang Yang’s hand gripped him, Ji Yan realized the problem—Xiang Yang’s fingers, calloused from origami, grazed his sensitive skin. Gasping, Ji Yan nearly cried out, quickly covering his mouth, moaning, “Xiang Yang, don’t…”

His voice was different, flushed and breathless.

Xiang Yang had never seen him like this. He stared, making Ji Yan want to hide from embarrassment. “Stop looking…”

For the first time, Ji Yan understood the difference between another’s hand and his own. But stopping here was impossible. Fighting shame, he said, “Hurry… finish it…”

They helped each other, touching for at least ten minutes, ending their shy first time.