SYU 12. I’m Very Straight

The aftershocks hadn’t even subsided yet when a sudden knock on the door nearly scared the life out of both of them.

If Wu Jinshan hadn’t been holding Chen Xiucheng up in time, his legs would have given out completely and he would’ve collapsed right onto the floor.

“Who’s inside? Why is the bathroom door locked?” a man shouted from outside, followed by the sound of someone trying the handle.

Chen Xiucheng’s heart shot straight into his throat. Cold sweat broke out across his forehead. Thankfully, he had locked the door earlier. If he hadn’t, this would’ve been the end of his entire social existence.

Outside, more people seemed to gather. Someone noticed the “Cleaning in Progress” sign on the floor and guessed that the janitor must still be inside doing cleaning.

Cleaning shifts in the public restrooms on campus usually took no more than thirty minutes, an hour at most. At this time of day, the cafeteria restrooms were normally open for use. Locked doors were rare.

Someone suggested going to the cafeteria staff to get the spare key. Another remembered that one of the janitors had taken leave recently. A few students eating breakfast came over to gossip and brought up the fight in the cafeteria a few days ago, saying someone had been punished by being assigned to clean the restrooms.

“That’s us. We’re just running a bit late. Sorry about that. We’ll be done soon. Just give us ten more minutes,” Wu Jinshan said, listening carefully to the voices outside and jumping in at the perfect moment to respond.

Chen Xiucheng held his breath, not daring to make a sound. Wu Jinshan, on the other hand, remained as composed as ever. He continued cleaning up the mess between Chen Xiucheng’s legs while calmly answering the crowd outside.

“Wipe yourself down and get your pants back on,” Wu Jinshan said, handing Chen Xiucheng the trousers from the floor. The torn underwear was beyond saving, so he tossed it straight into the trash. Then he grabbed the mop from the cleaning cart. “I’ll go wipe down the rest of the stalls.”

Chen Xiucheng was still dealing with the semen all over his clothes. He cursed Wu Jinshan under his breath for being a complete bastard and deeply regretted ever letting lust get the better of him.

No matter how much he tried to clean, that filthy, pungent smell of cum clung to him, refusing to wash off. It lingered in his nose, as if mocking him. Or maybe it was just guilt making everything worse. Either way, it felt like the entire restroom reeked of sex.

He and Wu Jinshan had fooled around. They had hooked up. They had fucked in a public restroom.

The moment that thought sank in, Chen Xiucheng snapped out of his fog like waking from a nightmare. He jumped to his feet in a panic.

“Wu Jinshan! The smell is everywhere. There’s way too much. What the hell is wrong with you? Why the fuck were you going that hard in the morning? Are you trying to make sure everyone knows how impressive your dick is?”

“How the hell are we supposed to walk out of here? Ten minutes? Ten minutes later, you want the whole school to know what we did in here?”

Wu Jinshan had just stepped out of the last stall, his movements calm and collected. If he hadn’t just emptied his balls and been in such a good mood, he probably would’ve shoved the mop in Chen Xiucheng’s mouth and given it a good twist.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled an air freshener from the cart and shoved it into Chen Xiucheng’s hand. “Do me a favor,” he said, then immediately turned and started mopping the floor as fast as he could.

“What about our clothes? Look at this. Look at all this on my pants. What are we supposed to do about that?”

Chen Xiucheng pointed angrily at the mess on his body, while Wu Jinshan stood there looking calm, his face completely unbothered. He didn’t look even slightly guilty, like someone who had just done something terrible. The more Chen Xiucheng stared, the more furious he got.

He had no idea what Wu Jinshan was digging for in the cart, until Wu Jinshan suddenly pulled out a bottle of dish soap and dumped a few big splashes of it right onto both their pants.

The light green liquid gave off a green apple scent as it spread across the semen-stained areas on their clothes. It looked like the result of someone carelessly spilling cleaning fluid during restroom maintenance. Messy, yes, but still better than walking out with cum stains all over their bodies.

“Sorry about that. First time cleaning a public restroom. I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Wu Jinshan said, lying through his teeth with such seriousness that Chen Xiucheng couldn’t help but be impressed.

Just like that time they got chewed out by the counsellor for fighting in the cafeteria, Wu Jinshan had sat there with a perfectly calm expression, his sharp eyes full of defiance, yet his mouth kept apologizing, admitting fault, promising to improve. He said everything so smoothly that the counsellor couldn’t even find a way to pick at him.

And now, with that same calm composure, Wu Jinshan supported Chen Xiucheng by the waist, pushed the cleaning cart along, and walked out of the cafeteria under the strange gazes of the crowd.

After they returned the cart, they headed back to the dorms. Halfway there, Chen Xiucheng suddenly said he couldn’t walk anymore. So Wu Jinshan started carrying him.

But no matter how he held him, Chen Xiucheng kept complaining. He said some poses looked too melodramatic. Being carried on the back made his legs spread too wide and made his ass hurt. In the end, they settled on a front-facing carry. Chen Xiucheng leaned on Wu Jinshan’s shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, while Wu Jinshan held him by the ass and carried him the rest of the way.

While they walked, Chen Xiucheng quietly asked by his ear, “Do you do this kind of thing in public restrooms often?”

“What kind of thing?” Wu Jinshan asked, then added, “No. That was my first time.”

After a pause, he clarified, “I mean, it was my first time doing it in a public restroom.”

Chen Xiucheng caught the key point immediately. “So you’ve done it a bunch of times, just not in a public restroom?”

“No. The first time was with you, in the hotel. If I’d done it that much, I wouldn’t have been so inexperienced.”

Chen Xiucheng suddenly felt relieved. His mood lifted a little, though he still had to get the last word in. “That’s true. But your technique still sucks.”

Wu Jinshan was speechless. He really hated hearing the words technique sucks.

“I was worried you’d mess around too much and pass something on to me,” Chen Xiucheng said, clearing his throat. “I mean, I’m straight. Not like you.”

“You? Straight?” Wu Jinshan raised his voice so suddenly that Chen Xiucheng’s eardrums throbbed. He reached around and started rubbing Chen Xiucheng’s tailbone, moving his hand upward as if checking something. “Do you maybe have a bit of spinal curvature?”

Chen Xiucheng flinched at the touch, goosebumps rising all over his body. He slapped his hand away. “Huh? Do I? I don’t think so?” Then he scolded him. “Freak.”

Later, Chen Xiucheng twisted his ankle in the shower and dragged Wu Jinshan along as his unwilling medical escort. While they were at the hospital, he took the chance to get his spine checked, just in case.

When the results came in, he marched right up to Wu Jinshan and waved the report in his face.

“See? Not curved. I’m straight as hell.”