OAS 14

The only sound left in the bathroom was their uneven breathing.

He Ziwei kept his head down, curled up quietly in Tang Zhou’s arms, his mind completely blank. Tang Zhou’s softening cock slowly slipped out of him, leaving behind a slack, gaping hole. Cloudy fluid trickled out, some of it sliding down and smearing across his ass, some clinging to the flushed rim, trembling as it threatened to fall.

Tang Zhou turned his head and kissed his hairline, then shifted slightly and gently pushed his right index finger back inside that loosened hole, moving it in and out with slow, deliberate strokes.

No matter how many times it happened, He Ziwei still couldn’t get used to the feeling of something inside him. He squirmed hard, wobbling like an oversized dangling ornament, shaking both of them off balance.

Tang Zhou steadied himself and gave his ass a firm squeeze. “Do you even know how much you weigh? Keep moving and I’ll drop you.”

“…I’m still lighter than you.”

His nose and mouth were buried in the crook of Tang Zhou’s neck, his voice muffled and tinged with the laziness that came after sex. Tang Zhou let out a laugh. “Are you taller than me?”

He Ziwei wasn’t short, but compared to Tang Zhou, the difference was obvious. Height was a matter of male pride, a deep wound in the heart of every Southern-born man. Back when they were still at each other’s throats, He Ziwei had sulked over this plenty. Now, being jabbed right where it hurt, he snapped. “I carried you before, didn’t I? You don’t weigh that much. Don’t tell me you’re the one who can’t handle it.”

Tang Zhou’s finger was still buried in his ass. In response, he curled it sharply, asserting its presence with force. His voice dropped, low and full of suggestion. “You’d know better than anyone whether I can handle it.”

He Ziwei instantly choked on his own words. He felt like he’d lost his mind again. Every time they fucked, it was like his brain leaked out afterward and he just kept saying the dumbest shit imaginable.

The time He Ziwei had carried Tang Zhou was during a sophomore class party. Each table played a game of pass-the-stick, and at the end of every round, two players had to take a punishment. One person from Table A had to princess-carry someone from Table B. Naturally, it landed on He Ziwei and Tang Zhou. That was during the worst stretch of their rivalry. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have even bothered sitting at separate tables. It was awkward, but He Ziwei didn’t want to lose face in front of the crowd.

After Tang Zhou leaned in and made some snide remark, He Ziwei got pissed, scooped him up, and carried him a full ten seconds before putting him down again. The whole thing happened so fast, the crowd didn’t even get a chance to start cheering. Looking back now, his arms had been trembling like a leaf the entire time. The fact that he hadn’t dropped Tang Zhou on his ass and shattered his tailbone was nothing short of divine intervention. And yet he still had the nerve to bring it up. He really was shameless. Then again, maybe it wasn’t surprising. He had so few wins against Tang Zhou that this might’ve been the highlight of his masculine legacy. Carrying Tang Zhou was probably his single greatest achievement as a man. He’d been bragging about it for three years.

The man in his arms was zoning out again. Tang Zhou figured he had cleaned him up enough, so he pulled his finger out, turned on the water, and rinsed him off. He wrapped him in a towel and carried him out of the bathroom.

He Ziwei’s legs weren’t so weak that he couldn’t walk, but Tang Zhou simply didn’t want to put him down. His roommate lay limp in his arms, long lashes trembling, a faint flush still lingering across his cheeks. The look in his eyes was hazy, his lids half-lowered from the afterglow, so soft and obedient it was absurd. It was like a real-life version of My Roommate Can’t Possibly Be This Cute.

Tang Zhou gently laid him down on the bed, pulled the covers over him, and tucked him in. When He Ziwei tried to sit up, Tang Zhou pushed him back down. “What are you doing? I’ll get it.”

“I need clothes.” He Ziwei shot him a look, but then immediately realized that walking around with his bare ass hanging out in front of Tang Zhou was a dangerous game. So he slowly lay back down and pointed toward his closet. “Underwear’s in the bag on the left. Thanks.”

Boys weren’t picky. Throw on a pair of underwear and it counted as pajamas. But He Ziwei felt too exposed around Tang Zhou, so he also asked him to grab an old T-shirt. He pulled it on under the covers before he could finally relax.

As soon as he settled in, his stomach started to growl. He hadn’t eaten dinner, and Tang Zhou had just fucked him within an inch of his life. He desperately needed energy. Their dorm, like most for science and engineering students, stocked little more than instant noodles. Still, he asked without much hope, “Do you have anything to eat?”

“You’re hungry?” Tang Zhou raised a brow. “It’s only a little past nine.”

“I skipped dinner…” He Ziwei muttered.

“Why?” Tang Zhou’s brow creased as he stood up.

Because I saw you walking with my old goddess and lost my appetite? That excuse was too humiliating, and even he didn’t fully understand what he was feeling. He Ziwei fell silent for a moment, then mumbled, “I wasn’t hungry earlier. Then we, um, did some… exercise. Now I’m starving.”

Tang Zhou snorted. “Exercise? You didn’t move. I did all the work.” He said it with a grin as he tied his shoelace. When he finished, he walked to the door and glanced back over his shoulder. “Wait here.”

He Ziwei buried his face in the blanket, wondering if he had completely lost it. Why did it feel like every damn thing they said tonight came back to him getting fucked?

Their dorm building was right next to the main road, so Tang Zhou didn’t take long to come back. He returned with several plastic bags. It was late, and He Ziwei was clearly in no shape to go out, so there weren’t many food options left. Tang Zhou had run around to a few places and brought back millet and pumpkin porridge, a bowl of tomato egg noodles, and a few vegetable buns just in case.

He Ziwei took a sip of the porridge. That shop was famous for a reason. It was sweet and rich, the taste reminding him of first love. He’d managed to endure his hunger before, but now that he had something to compare it to, his body kicked into full gear. He dug in with gusto. Halfway through the porridge, just as he was starting to feel alive again, he felt a hand land on his lower back and start to knead.

He Ziwei put down his bowl and glared at him. “How am I supposed to eat like this?”

“Use your mouth,” Tang Zhou said. His left hand continued to massage his waist with expert pressure. “I’m just worried you won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”

He Ziwei was so furious he nearly choked. What was he even supposed to say to that? If he snapped back with something like “You’re not even that good,” Tang Zhou would probably pin him down and go another round on the spot.

He grabbed a bun and bit down hard. After a moment, still not satisfied, he growled, “What kind of filling is this? It’s disgusting!”

Tang Zhou glanced down. It was zucchini and egg filling, something He Ziwei used to buy all the time. He didn’t respond. Instead, he took the bun from He Ziwei’s hand and wolfed it down in a few quick bites.

He Ziwei stared at him in disbelief. Tang Zhou remained completely unbothered, shooting him a lazy glance as he said, “If there’s anything else you’re not eating, give it to me. I just had a heavy workout. I’m starving.”

And so, after all that chaos, their belated dinner came to a quiet close. He Ziwei really had pulled a muscle in his back from the strain. Lying stiff and motionless with one hand resting on his stomach, he didn’t feel like moving at all. Once Tang Zhou took out the trash, he walked over to He Ziwei’s bed, pulled down the covers, and immediately started tugging at his underwear.

He Ziwei panicked and clung to his waistband like his life depended on it. The elastic dug into his balls from how hard he was pulling it up. “Tang Zhou, what the fuck. Did you take something today?!”

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Tang Zhou shot him a cold glance and pulled a tube of ointment from his pocket. “Your ass is a little swollen. Turn over. I’ll apply some medicine.”

He Ziwei’s face turned scarlet. “I’ll do it myself.”

“You think you can see back there?” Tang Zhou scoffed, clearly getting impatient. “Hurry up. Either I put it on, or I watch you do it. Your call.”

What the hell kind of choice was that? Getting watched while applying cream back there, was that any different from being watched jerking off?! Grumbling to himself, He Ziwei yanked his underwear down to his knees, bent over, and laid flat like a corpse.

Tang Zhou squeezed some cream onto his fingers. The little hole had just been used not long ago, so it readily accepted the intrusion. The swollen, pink rim trembled with color, the soft inner walls hot and slick. As his finger moved, the muscle clenched and released like it couldn’t decide whether to invite him in or beg him to stay. Tang Zhou kept rubbing and quietly reaffirmed one conclusion. Yeah, he was definitely begging for it.

He Ziwei could hear Tang Zhou’s breathing getting heavier behind him. A primal instinct flared in warning, making his skin prickle. He spun around like he’d seen a ghost. “Don’t! No, I don’t want to!”

Tang Zhou stared at him, then slowly pulled up his underwear. He Ziwei watched in shock as the man calmly put the cream away, shoved him further into bed, and climbed in next to him.

Bro, are we seriously on “same bed” terms now? He Ziwei did a quick mental calculation of how fast Tang Zhou could strip him, then wisely chose to shut the hell up. Fuck it. As long as Young Master Tang wasn’t trying to get in him again, he could climb on whatever bed he wanted.

Tang Zhou pulled him into his arms and resumed massaging his lower back. He Ziwei was stiff and on edge, but the massage was surprisingly effective. He gradually relaxed and found himself zoning out while staring at Tang Zhou’s jawline, occasionally letting his gaze wander up and down.

It was the first time he had looked at Tang Zhou without bias. And honestly, the guy really was stupidly good-looking. Cean-cut, confident, practically beaming with sunshine. No wonder Song Shiyue liked him. If he were her, he might’ve fallen for it too.

“What are you thinking about?” Tang Zhou’s voice startled him.

He Ziwei jerked a little, caught off guard. Without thinking, he blurted out, “Song Shiyue.”

Tang Zhou blinked. “Why her?”

He thought He Ziwei was still brooding over the dinner fiasco earlier. Not seeing much point in bringing it up again, he chuckled lightly, “Still thinking about her this late? Don’t tell me you like her or something?”

Silence. The kind of deafening, awkward silence that hung heavy in the air.

He Ziwei furrowed his brows and pressed his lips together, saying nothing. Tang Zhou hadn’t expected that kind of reaction. His expression immediately darkened.

“Fuck,” he snapped, bolting upright and glaring down at him. “You seriously fucking like her?!”

He Ziwei sat up too, staring straight at Tang Zhou. His mind was a mess, but his face gave nothing away. Today had been ridiculous, and everything that could go wrong had. A perfectly normal day, and somehow he had ended up getting fucked several times. As if that wasn’t enough, the secret he had worked so hard to keep hidden for over three years had just been exposed by the other side with a single careless question. Not even burning incense could save him now. He was screwed.

Fuck this! Tang Zhou thought darkly. He could practically write a forum post right now: “Slept with my roommate multiple times, only to discover he’s been secretly in love with my ex for over three years. Help. Urgent.” Hi everyone, I’m OP. Here’s the situation: today I banged my roommate in the bathroom. That’s not the main point. Afterward, we were lying in bed, casually chatting, when I suddenly realized that the person he’s been in love with this whole time isn’t who I thought it was. Turns out it’s my ex-girlfriend, the one I just broke up with last year. And apparently, he’s been harboring this crush for more than three years… Peak drama of the year!

Trying to salvage the situation, Tang Zhou frowned and asked in a suspicious tone, “Didn’t you say you liked Xu Tongyue?”

“Huh?” He Ziwei blinked. “Who told you that?”

“You said it yourself!” Tang Zhou’s expression darkened even more. “Military training. Late-night chat. Li Shiye asked and you said Xu Tongyue. Then a few days later she confessed to me. You saw that too, didn’t you?” That’s why you kept picking fights with me afterward! Obviously I thought you were into her!

“Oh,” He Ziwei finally seemed to remember, pairing the name to a face. He gave Tang Zhou a rather sympathetic look and said, “I just made that up. I didn’t think you’d actually believe it.”

Tang Zhou genuinely wanted to throw hands. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then slapped off the lights with a loud clack, shoved He Ziwei back down onto the bed, and lay beside him. “Shut your eyes. Go to sleep.”

The position was uncomfortable, so He Ziwei rolled over.

“Don’t fucking move!” Tang Zhou smacked his ass hard. “Next time you skip dinner, I’ll fuck you to death.”

What the hell kind of logic was that?! What did not eating dinner have to do with getting fucked?! And why the fuck are you still in my bed?! He Ziwei decided, with all the compassion of someone indulging a special-needs child, to let the lunatic have his way. He was going to let this one go.

“She’s not that great.” After a long pause, Tang Zhou’s voice drifted over. Then, as if afraid the meaning hadn’t landed, he added, “Song Shiyue. She’s really not worth it.” So you shouldn’t like her.

He Ziwei didn’t respond.

Only after Tang Zhou’s breathing had gone slow and even, did he whisper so softly it was barely audible, as if to himself:

“…I don’t think I like her that much anymore, either.”