OAS 6

Li Shiye had noticed that the atmosphere in the dorm had gotten weird lately.

Take now, for example. Tang Zhou had just gotten back and asked, “Anyone in the bathroom?”

“He Ziwei’s taking a shower,” Li Shiye replied casually.

If this were before, Tang Zhou would’ve immediately turned around to go use the bathroom next door, or held it in until his bladder burst. But this time, he just let out an “oh,” glanced at He Ziwei’s bed, pulled off his shirt, and walked toward the bathroom bare-chested to knock on the door.

He Ziwei had only been in there for about five minutes. His shower was halfway done when the knock came. His voice carried a hint of irritation from being interrupted. “What?”

“Urgent business. Hurry up and open the door,” Tang Zhou said as he banged on it twice, harder this time.

It was a pretty reasonable excuse. They were all guys, after all. Saying something like “can I use the bathroom” would have just sounded awkward and fake. After about ten seconds of stalling, and with the guy outside showing zero signs of giving up, He Ziwei rinsed the last bit of foam from his hair, shut off the water, and reluctantly unlatched the door.

Tang Zhou slipped inside sideways. Both of them were shirtless, and as he brushed past, his arm slid over He Ziwei’s chest. His wet skin felt slightly cool to the touch, but it wasn’t just his arm. It grazed right across He Ziwei’s perky nipple on the right side. He Ziwei flinched and stepped back fast, feeling like Tang Zhou’s body was burning hot.

Tang Zhou seemed amused by the reaction. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, expression faintly mocking, like he was making fun of him for overreacting.

The dorm bathroom was already cramped, and now there were two of them inside. That one step back had already pinned He Ziwei against the wall. The chill of the ceramic tile seeped into his skin from behind, making him shiver a little. After a brief hesitation, he shifted forward again and ended up standing even closer to Tang Zhou.

The awkward tension filled those few cubic meters of air almost immediately. He Ziwei’s face was growing warmer by the second. Trying to save face, he blurted out, “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

Tang Zhou turned his head and looked at him, his gaze sliding up from the floor to the small towel wrapped around He Ziwei’s waist, then all the way to his face. He tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants and asked, “Does it bother you?”

He Ziwei minded it a lot. His brain had been spinning these past few days with scenes of Tang Zhou swearing he was going to fuck him. He’d even dreamed about his ass being split open, torn to shreds, lying half-dead in a hospital bed crying his eyes out. But he still answered in a small voice, “Not… not really.”

“So you do mind,” Tang Zhou said with a confirming nod. He turned around and started undoing his belt.

All rescue efforts failed. “Doctor He” was officially out of moves.

“You ready?” Tang Zhou asked.

“For what?”

“This Saturday,” Tang Zhou said, not even bothering to explain.

It took He Ziwei a second to catch on, and when he did, his balls tightened and his asshole clenched in panic. “How about… next week?” Of course it had to be exactly what he was afraid of.

Tang Zhou had already pulled down his sweatpants. As he reached into his underwear to pull his dick out, he glanced over his shoulder. “What, you on your period?”

He Ziwei’s face went even hotter. His lips trembled, but no sound came out. He was pretty sure his brain cells were evaporating.

“I was just letting you know. You don’t get a say in this. I’m the one who decides.”

After making his grand announcement, Tang Zhou finally started pissing. With the acoustics of the bathroom acting like a mini amphitheater, the sound came out loud and forceful. The two of them stood in silence amid the rushing water.

Unconsciously, He Ziwei began analyzing the stream. It was going on for quite a while. The guy’s bladder was clearly healthy, kidneys probably worked like a dream. With how often he trained, his waist strength had to be good too. As for his dick… He Ziwei’s eyes drifted toward Tang Zhou’s crotch before he could stop himself. Tang Zhou’s cock wasn’t exactly ugly, but the size gave it a brutal kind of edge. In his head, “little brother” got replaced with “monster cock.” The size alone was at least a whole circle bigger than his. And the reality that this thing was going to be sliding in and out of his ass come Saturday… Was that even physically possible? He was going to end up in a hospital, right? Should he go ahead and book a colorectal specialist?

By the time Tang Zhou turned around, He Ziwei hadn’t managed to look away fast enough. Their eyes met, and he flinched like he’d been caught doing something dirty.

“You look like you’re looking forward to it,” Tang Zhou said, raising an eyebrow. He stopped himself just in time from following that with something even worse, like “you like what you see?”

“I’m not,” He Ziwei said stiffly. “What, are you?”

The second he said it, he regretted it. If Tang Zhou said yes, then he lost the upper hand. If Tang Zhou said no, it would make it sound like he was totally unattractive. Not that he cared about being attractive to Tang Zhou, but that competitive reflex ran too deep to ignore.

Tang Zhou said, “It’s Wednesday. Saturday’s not far off.”

For once, He Ziwei didn’t talk back. “Three more nights,” he kept repeating in his head. As far as he was concerned, his death certificate was already signed.

When Tang Zhou stepped out of the bathroom, he immediately noticed Li Shiye sneaking complicated looks his way, his expression hard to read.

“What?” Tang Zhou asked.

“You…, since when did you and He Ziwei get so close? Weren’t you two always…?” Li Shiye made a face like, you know what I mean. “You guys used to be at each other’s throats every time you spoke. Now it’s so peaceful you might as well win the Nobel Peace Prize.”

“I didn’t tell you?” Tang Zhou said as he tried to piece things together. “He liked some girl who confessed to me. He saw it happen and probably felt shitty. At first, I tried to keep some distance, but then he kept acting like an asshole and I didn’t feel like coddling him, so we just stayed pissed at each other.” It really wasn’t much more than petty things piling up until the whole vibe between them turned to shit. What used to feel like mutual hatred, once laid out like this, suddenly didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

“That girl’s got a boyfriend now anyway. She’s graduating soon. Nothing’s going to happen there. So now…” Tang Zhou didn’t finish the sentence, but it was easy enough to fill in the blanks.

Li Shiye clicked his tongue. “Didn’t think He Ziwei was the clingy type. But he never said a word to the girl either, so who knows what he was thinking.”

Tang Zhou chuckled politely but rolled his eyes in his head. Hell if he knew what He Ziwei was thinking. If he did, he would’ve worked the guy over days ago and they’d already be bros. That guy’s brain just ran on another frequency.

“Well, keep it going,” Li Shiye said, sighing. “You two should try to stay on good terms. You’re dormmates, after all. Sun Shichao and I have practically torn our hair out over you two.”

“Of course,” Tang Zhou said with a smile. Something about the smile made Li Shiye pause. It felt oddly loaded, but he said nothing more. Maybe he was just imagining things.

But Tang Zhou’s smile definitely meant something. He wasn’t just planning on getting along with He Ziwei. His dick was going to get along with He Ziwei too. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. Tang Zhou licked the corner of his lips without even realizing it. He was already getting excited.