EWH 24

After saying that, Xu Wanhe couldn’t stand himself.

It made him seem like he actually gave a damn about this guy.

Whether he did or not, Xu Wanhe didn’t want to think about it.

He always felt that getting all messed up over feelings was something only sissies did. A man wasn’t supposed to act like some clingy idiot.

Take himself for example.

If it works, fine. If it doesn’t, then forget it.

Because of that, Xu Wanhe always thought he was pretty damn carefree. Too bad no one ever appreciated it. Same as his taste.

That little doctor was the only one who actually seemed to get him. The only downside was how fucking annoying he was. Always switching things up. One moment clinging all hot and horny, the next going cold and shutting everything off like some wire in his brain snapped.

Fucker acted like a damn lunatic.

The more he thought about it, the angrier Xu Wanhe got. He grabbed Yang Moshou by the collar.

“Remember this. If you ever mess with me again, I’ll fucking cripple you.”

Even though he had just taken a nap, Yang Moshou still looked a little out of it.

He reached out and touched Xu Wanhe’s chest. His eyes were unfocused for a while, then finally lit up with a bit of joy.

“It’s you… Xiao Mei…”

Right after saying that, he started rubbing Xu Wanhe’s nipple through the shirt.

Xu Wanhe’s scalp prickled with irritation. He slapped the hand off his chest.

“Fuck your mother.”

Yang Moshou’s hand fell limply, swaying in the air.

“Can you take him home… We really can’t get a cab. He lives on Dongfanghong Street…”

Xu Wanhe glanced at the friend behind him who kept dry heaving and felt a surge of annoyance.

He wondered how the hell he ended up tangled with these two. It was honestly the lowest of the low.

“Get in the car. I don’t give a shit about him.”

Because Xu Wanhe had been grabbing him up the whole time, Yang Moshou’s feet couldn’t touch the ground, so he had to tiptoe just to keep balance.

“He’s about to throw up… Just have a little pity on him…”

Xu Wanhe shoved Yang Moshou into the car.

“No room for discussion. I don’t give rides to people.”

Yang Moshou pouted.

“Then why’d you come pick me up…”

Xu Wanhe’s face twisted into a scowl.

“Don’t fucking think I came here looking for you. I was just bored and walking around. Ran into you by accident.”

Yang Moshou let out a drunken burp.

“…Sorry… What did you say… I didn’t catch that…”

Xu Wanhe tightened his grip.

“Get the fuck in.”

Yang Moshou’s legs were already a bit weak. With that sudden pull, he had no strength to resist at all. But surprisingly, Xu Wanhe didn’t manage to drag him into the car.

The hand on his shoulder was tense with bulging veins. Yang Moshou turned his head and saw his friend’s face looking worse by the second.

“Xiao Yang… I can’t… I’m really gonna puke…”

Xu Wanhe walked up and kicked the guy straight to the ground.

“Fuck off. If you’re gonna puke, just puke. Why the hell are you telling him about it?”

Then he grabbed Yang Moshou and shoved him into the front passenger seat before getting in and driving off.

Yang Moshou’s head felt heavy. He leaned against the window, dazed, watching as his friend slowly got up from the ground and bent over by the curb, vomiting in messy puddles.

Pathetic.

The air conditioner in the car was blasting. The window glass was cold. Yang Moshou’s face pressed against it, but it didn’t help clear his head.

Outside, the neon lights blurred into streaks because of the speed, bright and colorful, unnaturally dazzling.

The alcohol hadn’t worn off yet. Yang Moshou was still drowsy, his mind fuzzy.

He thought he heard the man behind him say something, but all he could make out was the angry tone. The words were a complete blur.

He was just too tired. He really wanted to sleep.

When he shut his eyes, he slipped into a half-asleep haze almost immediately.

The car suddenly came to a stop. In the dim light, a strong hand grabbed Yang Moshou’s waist, pulled him over, unbuckled his belt, and yanked his pants down.

Xu Wanhe hadn’t planned on doing anything. The thought just came to him out of nowhere.

It was just that, seeing this person slumped in the passenger seat, twisted at the waist, shirt riding up and exposing that firm back and the tempting line disappearing into his waistband, those pants suddenly looked like an eyesore.

Yang Moshou stirred a bit when his pants were being pulled down.

But he didn’t resist. He let himself be held, bare-assed, and moved into position, straddling the man’s lap with legs spread.

His chest pressed against something hard and round. He reached up to touch it.

A steering wheel.

A hand grabbed his cock, teasing and stroking it, getting him hot and hard.

Yang Moshou’s eyes fluttered open for a second. He let out a low moan, then shut them again and slipped deeper into his dream.

Xu Wanhe reached around and grabbed a condom, rolled it on, then casually gave Yang Moshou’s ass a squeeze.

Firm. Perky. Felt damn good.

The color, the shape, the texture. All exactly his type.

He poured some lube onto his hand, smeared it over the tight little entrance, then pressed his thumb in gently, massaging the tender little bud inside.

The person slumped over the steering wheel let out another low moan, his toes curling uncontrollably.

Xu Wanhe spread the rest of the lube on himself, then gripped his cock and aimed it at that tight hole, pushing in slowly.

He had just gotten the tip in when the man whimpered again.

Sounded like he was really not into it.

Xu Wanhe frowned and slapped his ass.

“If you’re gonna make noises that damn ugly, then shut the fuck up.”

The place where the car was parked was dark, and Xu Wanhe couldn’t see much detail. He just held onto Yang Moshou’s waist and started moving slowly.

The thrusts grew smoother, slick noises squelching at the point where their bodies met.

Yang Moshou’s waist sagged. His legs were folded on either side of Xu Wanhe, and he was snoring softly, like a pile of useless sludge.

He was kneeling so close, sitting so heavy, Xu Wanhe actually started to struggle.

After a few more thrusts, Xu Wanhe had enough. He shoved the guy forward. But just as he did, Yang Moshou’s hand landed right on the horn.

The honk blared out loud, and Yang Moshou jolted awake with a start.

Xu Wanhe let out a long breath, thinking now maybe he could finally fuck him properly.

But then the guy shifted, changed positions, and ended up squatting on top of him. Bit by bit, he lifted his hips until his body completely pulled away from the cock inside him.

Xu Wanhe wasn’t sure what the hell he was trying to do. He just watched as the man leaned forward, reached around blindly, and finally found the box of tissues in the car. He pulled out two sheets, then reached back and wiped his slack, fucked-open hole.

After wiping, Yang Moshou tossed the tissues aside. Without even opening his eyes, he turned around, poked Xu Wanhe on the forehead with two fingers, and then went to pull up his pants and get up.

He hadn’t even straightened up fully when he slammed his head against the roof of the car with a loud thud.

Xu Wanhe stared coldly as Moshou clutched his head and howled.

And in that moment, he finally realized what the guy meant by all that.

His cock, still standing upright in the air, suddenly looked a little pitiful.

And for a split second, Xu Wanhe just felt like absolute shit.