LIAH 23. Good Baby

Pei Siyin followed Song Shengyang into the car. Neither of them said a word the entire ride.

Song Shengyang was sulking in silence, hoping that sulking hard enough would get Pei Siyin to notice and coax him.

But Pei Siyin was completely burned out from the past two days. On top of that, he had just downed a good amount of alcohol with Chen Zhaomian and the others. The stale, unventilated air inside the car made him dizzy, so he simply closed his eyes and dozed off.

The car rolled into the underground garage. Song Shengyang turned off the engine. In the dim light cast by the headlights, he glanced at Pei Siyin’s half-visible face and ground out, “Heartless.”

Pei Siyin mumbled, barely awake, “Huh? Who are you talking about?”

“You,” Song Shengyang snapped, rolling down the window and turning his head away.

The garage was cold and drafty. Pei Siyin yawned and looked around at the pitch-black surroundings. “Where are we?”

“The casino,” Song Shengyang said snidely. “I’m selling you.”

Then he got out and slammed the door, still wearing that sour face, and went around to open the passenger side.

Pei Siyin climbed out. Even drunk as he was, he could tell something was off with Song Shengyang’s mood tonight. He walked up to him, reached out, and lightly wrapped his arms around that lean waist. “What’s wrong? Why are you upset?”

Song Shengyang looked down at him. His entire upper body was shrouded in shadow, hiding his expression.

Pei Siyin grew inexplicably tense.

Suddenly, Song Shengyang grabbed his waist and pushed him backward, pinning him against the car door. The sharp scent of alcohol hit all at once as their mouths crashed together. Song Shengyang kissed him hard, deep, aggressive.

His lower lip was caught and sucked on. The wound at the corner split open again. A hot, wet tongue forced its way into his mouth. Caught in the sticky kiss, Pei Siyin tasted the faint flavor of blood. He tried to lean back, but Song Shengyang pressed him tighter against the car door, gripping his jaw and curling their tongues together.

Pei Siyin had left his jacket behind at the bar. All he had on now was a plain white T-shirt, which had already been tugged loose by the kissing. One shoulder slipped free. He braced his hands against Song Shengyang’s chest, his back taut. “Be gentle. That hurts a little.”

Song Shengyang kissed his lips again and again, then moved to his neck. He pushed the shirt up, and without any resistance, reached for Pei Siyin’s chest, rubbing at the hardened nub.

“Hurts that much?” he asked.

The tender flesh swelled between his fingers. His nails scraped lightly over the stiffened peak. Sweat bloomed across Pei Siyin’s skin, and a tingling pleasure coiled in his lower belly. His cheeks burned as he rubbed the side of his damp face against Song Shengyang’s hair. “It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. Can you tell me now what’s wrong?”

Song Shengyang hesitated. Thankfully, the garage was dark enough that his face couldn’t be clearly seen. He lowered his hand from Pei Siyin’s chest and buried his face in the crook of his neck, tightening his hold. “You slept with me, then pretended not to know me.”

“…?” Pei Siyin’s body stiffened. When had he done that?

But Song Shengyang wasn’t done. The more he spoke, the more worked up he became. “Look at you. You were so passionate and clingy when you were chasing me. Then we slept together just once, and you suddenly turn cold. You ignored my calls and messages, even lied about being in the dorm, and went drinking with some guy instead. I caught you red-handed.”

“You say you like me, but the second you sleep with me, you run. You’re a liar.”

“A love scammer. The college edition.”

Pei Siyin blinked slowly. After a moment, he looked up and then suddenly buried his face in Song Shengyang’s shoulder and burst out laughing. His shoulders shook uncontrollably.

“What are you even talking about, Song Shengyang?” Pei Siyin laughed so hard he teared up. “How did you even come to that conclusion? You’ve really wronged me.”

How did anyone’s brain work like this?

Song Shengyang still sounded doubtful. “Then what was it?”

Bathed in the slanting shadows of moonlight, Pei Siyin rose onto his toes. The ground beneath their feet seemed divided by light, as if they were standing on the moon.

“Because you were too good. Fucked me so hard I could barely get out of bed.”

Song Shengyang’s pupils contracted sharply. His ears flushed bright red. Ripples spread through his chest like stones dropping into a still lake. Not a single word came out of his mouth.

Their breaths were a mess now. Pei Siyin leaned in close to his ear and went on, “And I had to rush to class in the afternoon. Didn’t even make it in time and got stuck with a five-thousand-word punishment essay.”

“After class I went back to the dorm to sleep. I wasn’t lying. I had Chen Zhaomian reply to your texts because I was way too exhausted to even lift a finger. I slept straight through till nine, totally forgot about my classmate’s birthday, and got dragged out in a hurry. I wasn’t trying to hide anything. I was planning to come find you first thing tomorrow morning.”

Then he turned his head and kissed Song Shengyang’s cheek. “Does that clear things up?”

Song Shengyang felt his heart suddenly speed up, pounding like it was about to leap out of his throat.

Never mind the fact that his preference had just switched from woman to man. Just getting this worked up over Pei Siyin’s attitude was already wildly out of character.

He’d never been the sharpest when it came to love, but once he decided on someone, he was all in. And today, this brat had really managed to throw him off his game.

He tried to cover it up, letting out a soft cough. “Oh.”

Pei Siyin found that hilarious. He pressed his lips together and leaned into his chest, mimicking the same nasal hum. “Mhm.”

The drama, one entirely made up in Song Shengyang’s head was finally over. Pei Siyin trailed behind him, pestering to hold hands.

The two went upstairs together. Song Shengyang took him back to his apartment. As soon as the lights came on, Pei Siyin slipped around to the front.

His eyes were still wet, a little glassy from the alcohol. He stared at Song Shengyang for a few seconds, then suddenly pushed him against the wall and asked, “And what about you? Why were you at the bar with that girl?”

With his back against the cold wall, Song Shengyang caught the hand fumbling at his chest. “You weren’t replying, and it was pissing me off. She happened to call me, so I went. Just a childhood friend. Nothing else.”

“Really?” Pei Siyin leaned in, and Song Shengyang lowered his head for a kiss.

He held him close, his breath slowing. “Really.”

They stood together in the entryway, breath mingling, hot and uneven. Pei Siyin bit at Song Shengyang’s Adam’s apple and licked it with his tongue.

Then he looked up, smiled, and rubbed their noses together affectionately. “Good baby. I like you.”

That sweet and shameless nickname made Song Shengyang’s heart miss a beat. His pulse pounded up his throat. He bent down and scooped Pei Siyin into his arms, tossing out a teasing suggestion.

“There’s a tongue stud in my room.”