LIAH 7. Then Let’s Try

Pei Siyin lazily toweled off his hair, completely unconcerned by the fact that he was naked. As he stepped past Song Shengyang, he reached behind and flicked the door lock shut with a soft click.

Song Shengyang’s ears flushed red. For the first time, he felt his legs go weak. “What the hell are you doing?”

He did not turn around as he spoke. His gaze stayed glued to the white wall, and even the shifting flecks of reflected light on it seemed to double before his eyes.

The VIP room lived up to its name. Pei Siyin had already discovered that even the curtains were remote-controlled. He was willing to bet Song Shengyang would not dare turn his head, so he seized the moment, grabbed the remote on the bed, and closed the curtains. The room fell into darkness, lit only faintly by the hallway light spilling through the gap at the door. It wasn’t enough to see anything clearly.

Song Shengyang, clearly avoiding him, reached for the doorknob, ready to flee.

“Don’t go,” Pei Siyin said, grabbing his wrist first. “I have something to say.”

A soft, tousled head slipped under his arm and rested against his chest. Pei Siyin wrapped both arms around his neck, stepping barefoot onto Song Shengyang’s leather shoes. His breath was hot. Their foreheads touched, and both of their breathing went erratic.

Song Shengyang was at a loss. He caught one of Pei Siyin’s hands, trying to peel him off. “Get down.”

“No.” Pei Siyin clung tighter. “Why do you hate me so much? Am I really that ugly?”

There was a hint of grievance in his voice. He went on, “You were the one who held my hand last time… mm—”

“Shut up.” Song Shengyang slapped a hand over his mouth, so hard he nearly smothered him. His face was flushed, and his heart was pounding wildly.

Pei Siyin took one look at him and chuckled, eyes curving with mischief. “I didn’t lie, did I?”

His voice was muffled. Each word he spoke brushed warm against Song Shengyang’s palm, sending a strange, ticklish feeling through him.

“That was an accident,” Song Shengyang tried to explain. He dropped his hand, letting it fall stiffly to his side, not knowing where to place it. “I’m really not into men.”

Pei Siyin was not surprised by that answer. He pressed his lips together and waited a few seconds before quietly replying, “Then let’s try.”

“Try what?” Song Shengyang asked.

Their bare bodies were flush against each other. Pei Siyin leaned up, one hand trailing along his throat, then nipped lightly at his ear. “Try and see if you get hard for me, a man.”

As he spoke, his hand slid downward from Song Shengyang’s throat and stopped over the bulge in his jeans. He pressed slightly through the fabric and whispered, “If you can’t get hard for me, I’ll believe you. I’ll never bother you again.”

Song Shengyang’s gut told him that if he could make it through this, he would finally be free of the pestering.

He had no idea why he was even agreeing to such a ridiculous test. For someone like him, a die-hard straight guy who worshipped big-titted babes, the fact that he had actually come in Pei Siyin’s hand last time was absurd enough.

And the body in front of him, undeniably male, was not something he could ignore. Between men, the only real comparison was cock size. There was supposed to be nothing else.

So when Pei Siyin took his hand and placed it on his own waist, Song Shengyang said, “You said it.”

“I said it,” Pei Siyin replied.

Song Shengyang walked the few steps from the door to the bed with Pei Siyin clinging to him, one arm around his waist. His strides were small and hesitant, weighed down by the body nearly draped over him.

There was no light at all near the bed. In the pitch dark, he could not see a thing. Song Shengyang kept his body stiff and avoided touching him any more than necessary. “So how exactly are we doing this?”

Pei Siyin’s hair was still dripping, not fully dried. He slipped down from Song Shengyang’s body, leaving a small gap between them.

With his view blocked, Song Shengyang had no idea what Pei Siyin was doing.

Two long minutes passed. Just as Song Shengyang thought maybe this farce was over, his waistband was suddenly tugged. Pei Siyin was undoing the button on his pants. Alarmed, he quickly grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?”

Pei Siyin was crouching, his voice coming from below, sounded perfectly calm. “I told you. We’re just testing.”

“No one tests like this,” Song Shengyang said, feeling his head throb. “I’m not doing it anymore. I’m going home.”

The hand at his waistband clenched tightly. Pei Siyin muttered, “Liar.”

“Who’s lying to who here?” Song Shengyang was about to lose it.

But Pei Siyin refused to listen. “You were the one who agreed first.”

Song Shengyang slapped his hand away. “Shit, that hurt,” he hissed, shaking his stinging fingers.

Pei Siyin didn’t stop. While Song Shengyang was distracted, he suddenly pulled down his pants and pressed his face against the thick, flushed heat of his cock.

“Pei Siyin!” Song Shengyang panicked. He shoved his fingers into Pei Siyin’s hair, trying to pull him off. “Have you lost your mind?”

But Pei Siyin was stubborn. “You said we’d try.”

In the dark, Pei Siyin could not see a thing, so he relied on instinct. His hand slowly explored the cock in front of him, recalling the way it had felt when Song Shengyang had come in his palm last time. Just thinking about the size made his face burn.

Song Shengyang was pulling his hair hard. Pei Siyin kissed the side of his thigh softly, trying to placate him. “You’re pulling too hard. It really hurts.”

His fingertips were still damp with water. Song Shengyang, barely hanging on to a shred of self-control, lowered his head and touched Pei Siyin’s cheek. “This is too much for a test.”

“There’s worse than this.” Pei Siyin sounded almost cheerful.

As soon as he said it, he took Song Shengyang’s cock in his hands, opened his mouth, and sucked the swollen head between his lips. He was not surprised to hear the breath catch in Song Shengyang’s throat.

Pei Siyin sucked it twice, then let it slip from his mouth and switched to rubbing it with both hands. “Song Shengyang, just admit you’re a liar.”