BOSF 037: Lingering Affection

Xiang Yang heard Ji Yan’s words but only gazed at him intently. Then he reached out again to touch Ji Yan’s backside, his fingers attempting to slip into the crease.

Ji Yan’s face flushed instantly. He hadn’t expected Xiang Yang’s touch to feel so… so provocative…

Then he noticed something even more embarrassing. Lying like this made it difficult to hide, as Xiang Yang’s angle gave him a clear view of Ji Yan’s expressions. No matter how Ji Yan turned his head, he couldn’t escape that gaze. It felt like Xiang Yang was enveloping him, his sweat-dampened, handsome face looming large before Ji Yan’s eyes.

“Xiang Yang…” Ji Yan’s heart raced, a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Though they had already done everything, the earlier focus on shame gave way to a belated rush of affection.

Xiang Yang continued exploring beneath him, seemingly fixated on Ji Yan’s entrance.

“You…” Ji Yan suddenly grabbed his hand, his face red as he gently pulled Xiang Yang’s hand away. He wasn’t backing out or refusing; instead, he parted his legs voluntarily, bending his knees to make it easier for Xiang Yang’s lower body to fit. He turned his head away in embarrassment. “Come closer… it’s… better this way…”

Xiang Yang leaned in as requested, their lower bodies pressing together again. Ji Yan, still half-soft, stirred slightly at the poke of Xiang Yang’s hard erection.

But Xiang Yang’s next move caught Ji Yan off guard. He pressed Ji Yan’s knees upward, lifting them, and lowered his head to look at Ji Yan’s backside, his gaze fixed on the wet, glistening entrance.

Realizing where Xiang Yang was looking, Ji Yan was so mortified he nearly leapt off the bed. He had never even seen that part of himself—how could he not be embarrassed? But lying back with his knees pinned made it hard to move. He reached out to cover Xiang Yang’s eyes. “Don’t look…”

Ji Yan’s shame reached its peak. He suddenly realized from Xiang Yang’s reaction that he might not want to do anything—just look at his backside. Ji Yan had misunderstood, and now…

He wanted to bury the version of himself who had said those words five minutes ago, utterly humiliated.

Yet, even with his eyes covered, Xiang Yang didn’t stop exploring Ji Yan’s body. He was curious about Ji Yan as a person, naturally extending that curiosity to every part of him. Releasing one hand, he traced down Ji Yan’s thigh, following the curve of his backside to the damp entrance again. The rim, still slick with lubricant, was tinged with a bit of white fluid—Xiang Yang’s release that hadn’t been fully cleaned.

Xiang Yang hadn’t gotten a good look earlier before Ji Yan covered his eyes. Still curious, he slipped his finger inside again.

“Ah…” Ji Yan’s entrance tightened from the stimulation, his body collapsing backward.

With his vision restored, Xiang Yang kept staring at Ji Yan’s backside. He seemed to recall the expansion technique Ji Yan had taught him and the way Ji Yan had moved atop him earlier. Whenever Ji Yan taught him something new, he’d have him repeat it, practicing until he mastered it. So, as if reviewing, Xiang Yang inserted his finger, then pulled it out, slick and wet.

“Wait… Xiang Yang…” Ji Yan felt little when expanding himself, but for some reason, Xiang Yang’s touch triggered a strong reaction. His entrance clamped tightly, and he could feel the strange pleasure of Xiang Yang’s finger moving inside. Combined with being stared at so intently, he was overwhelmed with shame, retreating backward. “N-no… don’t look…”

But Xiang Yang persistently followed, pinning Ji Yan beneath him. The continuous tightening of Ji Yan’s entrance made him realize Ji Yan seemed to feel good, so he kept targeting that spot. The lubricant inside Ji Yan had started to dry, but with his rising body heat and Xiang Yang’s movements, it became slick again, even guiding out the semen inside.

Ji Yan didn’t see, but Xiang Yang saw everything. He stared for a moment, feeling his own erection grow uncomfortably hard.

“It hurts…”

When Ji Yan was starting to feel overwhelmed, he heard Xiang Yang complain of pain. Alarmed, he then saw Xiang Yang guide his hand to his erect member, as if asking for a touch. Ji Yan’s face burned again, facing another embarrassing teaching moment. He was used to teaching Xiang Yang repeatedly, knowing this process might need several rounds. “…Come inside.”

Xiang Yang withdrew his hand.

Ji Yan lay on the bed, spreading his legs, gripping Xiang Yang’s erection, and guiding it slowly inside.

Xiang Yang watched intently, observing his member gradually entering Ji Yan’s body.

Ji Yan’s pale skin flushed pink with embarrassment, but he had to say even more shameful words. “Xiang Yang… move a little… like earlier… in… and out…”

Xiang Yang practiced a bit, guided by Ji Yan’s instructions on positioning, and finally began thrusting smoothly.

Perhaps it was the position, or maybe fingers couldn’t compare to an erection, but when Xiang Yang took the lead, he easily hit Ji Yan’s prostate. Ji Yan moaned uncontrollably, biting his lip in embarrassment, but his body reacted strongly. His entrance trembled as it engulfed the desire, and even his erection hardened again, pressing against Xiang Yang’s abdomen.

Xiang Yang noticed, seeing the mix of pleasure and discomfort on Ji Yan’s face. He suddenly grabbed the erection pressing against him, repeating Ji Yan’s earlier words. “Touch… it won’t hurt…”

Ji Yan let out a startled cry, calling Xiang Yang’s name, and then… then he was touched until he cried.

They lingered for two hours, making love followed by tender embraces and kisses. Ji Yan pressed naked against Xiang Yang, savoring their warmth and the exquisite sensation of skin against skin, unwilling to waste a single second.

But joyful moments always come to an end.

Ji Yan couldn’t stop time, only watching as the clock’s hands slowly ticked toward five. He got up to dress, then cleaned up, wiping the semen and lubricant from the bed. Before Li Lilian and Xiang Jie returned, he went back to his own home.

He didn’t dare use Xiang Yang’s bathroom to clean up, planning to shower at home. But when he got there, he didn’t immediately wash. His backside was still wet, with Xiang Yang’s second release inside. He just wanted… to hold onto the feeling of being embraced a little longer.

The scorching summer vacation finally ended, and the day of departure arrived.

Ji Yan woke early, ate breakfast, and prepared to catch his ride. At the table, Lin Yueqin nagged endlessly, reminding him to be careful, avoid bad friends, not get tricked, study hard, and worried she’d missed something, asking Ji Qiuyuan to chime in. Ji Qiuyuan sat in the living room watching TV, pretending to be indifferent, but occasionally added a few words when Lin Yueqin nagged.

The couple hadn’t seen much of the world and couldn’t offer much help, but they were still anxious about their child going off to study alone.

Though it was Ji Yan’s first time living independently, he was mostly excited, eager to see a different side of the world and break free from this confined environment.

After breakfast, Ji Yan went to the entrance to put on his shoes. Opening the door and seeing Xiang Yang’s house, he paused. That evening, he had already said goodbye to Xiang Yang, but he hadn’t told him the exact time of his departure this morning. He was a bit afraid of seeing Xiang Yang come to see him off—he wasn’t strong enough and feared he’d cry.

Lin Yueqin’s urging voice came from behind. Ji Yan gathered his thoughts, descended the stairs, and walked out.

At the village bus stop, a few students with luggage and their parents waited. Every year around the start of school, the village saw this scene.

Ji Yan had once envied those leaving the village, but now, he felt only deep reluctance.

He couldn’t bear to leave Xiang Yang.

The bus arrived on time, and passengers began bidding farewell to their families. Ji Yan dawdled in line, turning back for one last look before boarding. Though he knew Xiang Yang wouldn’t come, he regretted not telling him, his heart aching.

The morning sun wasn’t harsh, its warm glow bathing the earth.

When Ji Yan glanced back, he saw a blurry figure in the distance. As it grew closer, the outline became clearer.

Xiang Yang was running toward him, his face showing rare anxiety, clutching a paper-folded white lily. It was the first time he’d ventured so far alone, as if desperately fighting his condition, striving to reach Ji Yan, his eyes seeing only him.

Ji Yan realized he wasn’t strong enough after all. Tears fell instantly.

He knew he was making a spectacle, that others might be watching. No matter how hard Xiang Yang tried, even as an adult, he couldn’t erase the image of being “slow” in others’ eyes. And Ji Yan, so close to him, was naturally labeled a weirdo too. He knew all this, but right now, he didn’t care. Watching Xiang Yang run to him, he accepted the lily.

Xiang Yang’s lips moved, as if trying to say something, his brows furrowed, struggling to express himself.

But Ji Yan felt he understood.

He gave him a lily—a flower full of memories, symbolizing pure, eternal devotion, a plea not to give up on someone you deeply love.

Ji Yan knew Xiang Yang probably didn’t understand the symbolism. He likely just wanted to fold this flower because it was tied to that late summer night when they were thirteen, when their connection truly began.

Tears streamed down Ji Yan’s face, falling faster. Ignoring the onlookers, he threw his arms around Xiang Yang.

“Xiang Yang, wait for me… wait for me to come back…” His whisper by Xiang Yang’s ear was nearly a sob, spoken only for them, reaffirming his promise.

Xiang Yang slowly hugged him back, his arms tightening. Even knowing he’d have to let go the next second, he wanted to hold this person now.

In this summer, in their parting embrace, they truly grew up.