SYU 33. Fever

“I like you.”

Wu Jinshan whispered it over and over beside his ear. Chen Xiucheng told him to say it louder, yelling that if he didn’t sound sincere, he’d beat the shit out of him. Wu Jinshan did as he was told, only for Chen Xiucheng to complain that he still sounded too casual.

It was like an impossible riddle.

He didn’t know what kind of answer would actually satisfy Chen Xiucheng.

This past year, Wu Jinshan had given all his attention to him. He had changed habits that once seemed impossible to change, just for him.

Before this, he had never bought soda or snacks for anyone. He never would have gone to some roadside barbecue stall, never would have talked so much to someone, and definitely never would have brought anyone home.

Chen Xiucheng wasn’t a particularly attentive person. Wu Jinshan didn’t know whether he noticed these things or could even tell.

When he was alone, he could recite the cheesiest love poems to Chen Xiucheng in his head. But now, face to face, he couldn’t say anything sweet no matter how hard he tried. All he could manage was to mutter “I like you” over and over, and then kiss him on the lips.

Chen Xiucheng was kissed breathless. Desire surged through him, and he no longer had the energy to ask what kind of “like” Wu Jinshan meant or what exactly he liked about him. He didn’t press for more sweet talk.

It didn’t take long before his lower belly tightened, his hole clenched up, and he came, shooting thick spurts of cum from the tip of his cock. The way he squeezed down on Wu Jinshan made him lose control and come too.

He reached for a few tissues from the nightstand and wiped up the semen that had splattered across Chen Xiucheng’s stomach. Then he pulled out, removed the condom, and put on a fresh one.

Between his spread legs, a mess of fluid continued to leak from his hole. It was a mixture of lube and something that looked like intestinal fluid, dripping in thin strands from the reddened entrance onto the bed below. Wu Jinshan stared at the dazed Chen Xiucheng, lost in the aftermath of lust, and felt a new rush of heat blaze through him. He flipped him over and started fucking him again.

Chen Xiucheng’s shirt had been completely unbuttoned. His loungewear hung off his arms, bunched up at the elbows. Wu Jinshan hauled him up and set him on his knees.

Gripping his wrists and his waist from behind, Wu Jinshan slammed into him, hips crashing into his ass with sharp, rhythmic smacks. Every thrust slammed right into his sweet spot, with a force that really felt like he was fucking him to death.

Maybe it was because they knew no one else was home. Chen Xiucheng was louder than he had ever been, even more so than in the hotel. He cried and moaned, too overwhelmed to even curse Wu Jinshan properly.

He had no idea what time it was. The bedroom lights were still fully on. He cracked open his eyes and happened to catch sight of his own shadow on the wall.

His mouth open, head thrown back, chest arched upward, his body bent in a soft, obscene curve. He could even make out the hard points of his nipples and the outline of liquid dripping from his cock. Their naked bodies moved against each other. The light cast everything in detail, broadcasting their fucking like a film.

Chen Xiucheng squeezed his eyes shut in a panic, too embarrassed to look again. His voice was weak and trembling as he cried out, “Can you… can you turn off the light…”

He couldn’t even finish a full sentence. His voice cracked with sobs. As soon as he spoke, his legs started shaking and he came again.

But just as he came, Wu Jinshan angled his cock to grind against his prostate. Even mid-orgasm, the violent thrusting only made it more intense. Every nerve in his body lit up and burned, and the overwhelming pleasure made him shake his head like he was losing his mind. His knees buckled beneath him as he collapsed into the bed.

Wu Jinshan pulled off the soiled blanket and shirt from beneath them and tossed them to the floor. Then he pressed his body down again, fingers interlocked with Chen Xiucheng’s, thrusting into him with tireless momentum.

Chen Xiucheng lay completely naked under him, legs spread, arms hooked around Wu Jinshan’s waist. He was being fucked so hard he could barely make a sound, only letting out soft, broken moans and quiet whimpers, as if trying to act coy.

That was when Wu Jinshan heard a faint jingling sound. It was soft, barely noticeable. He glanced down and saw the string bracelet around Chen Xiucheng’s wrist. “Where’s that from?” he asked, suddenly remembering that he had seen it on him before at the pool.

Chen Xiucheng’s eyes were red, his voice thin and aggrieved. “It… it came with the alpaca floatie… the shop owner gave it to me.”

There was only one shop nearby that sold swimming gear. Wu Jinshan remembered the owners were an elderly couple, probably pushing a hundred between the two of them, which reassured him. Then he said the boss had good taste, and added that next time, Chen Xiucheng should tie that bracelet to his own dick and get fucked with it.

Chen Xiucheng had wanted to snap back with “Tie it to your own damn dick,” but the thought of Wu Jinshan trying to fuck him with bells on was too ridiculous. Before he could say anything, Wu Jinshan leaned in and started licking and nibbling at his nipples, and he completely lost track of what he’d been thinking.

Chen Xiucheng liked the way that felt. He arched his chest higher to make it easier for Wu Jinshan to reach, hinting that he wanted both sides taken care of.

Wu Jinshan kept switching sides, licking one and then the other, greedy for more than his mouth could hold. Under the light, the spit-slick buds gleamed, and he couldn’t help thinking how good it would feel to stuff both into his mouth and suck them at once.

Chen Xiucheng was enjoying the attention. But after a while, he noticed Wu Jinshan’s lips and tongue starting to feel too hot. He reached up and touched his face, then rasped out, “Wu Jinshan, you feel like you have a fever.”

Wu Jinshan was clearly a little out of it. Instead of answering, he reached up and touched Chen Xiucheng’s head.

Chen Xiucheng grabbed his hand and pressed it back onto his forehead. “It’s not me. You’re the one with a fever.”

Wu Jinshan’s eyes were barely open. He was breathing hard. “Yeah. You’re too hot.”

“…”

Chen Xiucheng figured the guy was sick, so he patiently tried to coax him. “Why don’t you check your temperature?”

Instead of answering, Wu Jinshan just pushed his cock in deeper and slipped two fingers into Chen Xiucheng’s mouth, playing with his tongue. “Checking.”

“…”

Chen Xiucheng could barely speak with his mouth stuffed. His tongue was being pushed around and toyed with, and he started to wonder if Wu Jinshan was faking it again. He cursed him silently for being this energetic even with a fever.

And then Wu Jinshan really started going off the rails. He seemed fever-drunk, muttering nonsense as he pinched Chen Xiucheng’s jaw and slurred, “So you’re not looking for a girlfriend anymore?”

“What? I don’t remember,” Chen Xiucheng mumbled, pulling the other hand’s fingers out of his mouth as he answered.

“You told me you’d help me find a boyfriend. Said it’s no big deal if I try a few guys first. It’s still in our chat history. If you forgot, I can pull it up and show you.” As he spoke, Wu Jinshan suddenly slammed into his hole with a harsh, punishing thrust.

“I remember, I remember,” Chen Xiucheng blurted out, thinking Wu Jinshan was really petty, still holding a grudge even while running a fever. “Didn’t I help you find me? I’m your boyfriend now, so you can’t go try anyone else.”

It was hard to tell whether Wu Jinshan just had a good memory or if he was the kind of person who took everything to heart. Chen Xiucheng had only been speaking casually, but Wu Jinshan acted like every word he said was dead serious.

“Oh—” Wu Jinshan let out a lazy-sounding noise, looking dazed, then asked, “So you’re not straight anymore?”

Chen Xiucheng was so annoyed by his fever-fueled nonsense that he couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved at him a couple of times but couldn’t move him, so he had no choice but to argue to the end. Gathering what little strength he had left, he shouted, “I am straight. Can’t a straight guy like you?”

That yell seemed to wake Wu Jinshan up a bit. He paused for a second before replying, “Sure.” Then he buried his face against Chen Xiucheng’s shoulder and let out a quiet laugh, silently accepting the last bit of his stubborn pride.

His was still thrusting, but the movements had slowed, no longer as rough. Now each push was steady and deliberate, full of lingering heat. Their bodies were soaked with sweat from the prolonged session. Chen Xiucheng felt Wu Jinshan’s forehead and noticed it was no longer burning. He patted his shoulder and pleaded, “It’s almost morning. Let me sleep for a bit.”

But Wu Jinshan wouldn’t let up. “You said I could fuck you whenever I wanted.”

“…”

It was a painful lesson.

Chen Xiucheng had lost count of how many times he’d sworn to himself never to speak so carelessly again.

“What if you wake up tomorrow and deny everything? Say it didn’t count or you don’t remember?”

It felt like Wu Jinshan was just one step away from making him sign a contract. Chen Xiucheng mumbled, “I won’t, I definitely won’t,” and drifted off to sleep.

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When Chen Xiucheng woke up, he glanced at the window. The sky still looked dark, probably because of the overnight storm. Everything outside was gray, like the sun hadn’t risen yet.

It felt like someone had cleaned him up. The blankets had been changed, and a faint scent of laundry detergent lingered in the air. He stretched out an arm and groped around the head of the bed until he found Wu Jinshan’s phone. It was already past seven in the morning.

Wu Jinshan wasn’t in bed. The light in the bathroom was on.

Chen Xiucheng held his sore lower back as he got out of bed. He stepped over the discarded dirty blanket, the pile of clothes, and two used condoms still lying on the floor. Wu Jinshan’s bedroom was just as minimal as his dorm space, which made the leftover evidence of last night’s mess stand out even more.

Passing the wardrobe, he grabbed one of Wu Jinshan’s dress shirts and draped it over himself. Before entering the bathroom, he knocked lightly. There was no response, no sound of water running, so he pushed open the half-closed wooden door.

He didn’t know how long Wu Jinshan had been soaking in the tub. The water was still and reached up to his chest. His injured left hand was hanging over the edge, and the wound looked like it had reopened. Blood had seeped through the gauze.

Chen Xiucheng reached in and tested the water. It was still warm. He shook him and called his name a few times. Wu Jinshan didn’t respond at all. He panicked, thinking he had passed out, and quickly grabbed his arm to try pulling him up.

But Wu Jinshan was six-foot-two and weighed over eighty kilograms. Chen Xiucheng couldn’t budge him at all and ended up getting dragged into the tub himself.

A wave of warm yellow water splashed over the edge. Chen Xiucheng wiped the water off his face, only to see Wu Jinshan staring at him with open eyes. He shouted, “You were faking it again!”

“Just woke up.” Wu Jinshan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into his lap. He had come here to cool off after sex, and by now, he was feeling a lot better.

Chen Xiucheng’s shirt had gotten soaked. It clung wetly to his skin. Wu Jinshan went ahead and took it off for him, remembering the sight of him coming out in the rain the evening before, dripping wet while looking for him. At the time, he had wanted to pin him down in the car and fuck him right there.

Feeling the warmth of bare skin under his fingers, Wu Jinshan started getting hard again. He shifted slightly, the arousal already making him restless.

The movement made Chen Xiucheng lose balance. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Wu Jinshan’s neck and leaned his forehead against his. When he felt that Wu Jinshan’s fever had subsided, he finally relaxed a little.

“Why are you pushing yourself this hard? If the ranch is short on workers, just hire more people.” He gently cupped Wu Jinshan’s injured left hand, asking worriedly how he got hurt, whether it was serious, if the wound was infected, if he needed to go to the hospital. “You’re only a sophomore. Your dad’s not seriously handing you the family business already, is he?”

“It’s not about the staff. I just want to do more, learn more, master another skill. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Wu Jinshan’s words started off serious, but his hands were already squeezing Chen Xiucheng’s waist, fingers creeping toward his ass. His tone shifted as he added with meaning, “Once you stop moving, you start getting lazy.”

“Not… not here.” Chen Xiucheng was still reeling from the earlier session. His ass couldn’t take another round. He tried to get up, but his legs were too weak. He collapsed back into Wu Jinshan’s arms.

—

Wrapped in a bath towel, Chen Xiucheng was carried back to the bed and tossed onto it again.

“Go drink some water first,” he said, pushing at Wu Jinshan.

Wu Jinshan teased him. “Drink from where?” His fingers traced along Chen Xiucheng’s lips, then slid across the damp spots on his skin before wandering down to the slippery hole between his legs.

Chen Xiucheng was flustered. He was worried about Wu Jinshan’s condition, but the man’s shamelessness left him speechless. He genuinely wanted to punch him.

Seeing he was upset, Wu Jinshan finally let him off. He pointed to the empty water glass on the nightstand. “I already drank.”

He pulled Chen Xiucheng into his arms and didn’t go any further. Instead, he rubbed against him slowly, trying to soothe the restless heat still simmering in his body. He let the desire settle as he held him and drifted off to sleep.

“I want to buy a car. It’s not great always borrowing my second uncle’s,” Wu Jinshan said after a while.

Chen Xiucheng wanted to say, What for? You live on campus anyway, it’s not like you can go anywhere. Is it really just for those two months of summer break?

But before he could say anything, Wu Jinshan added, “On weekends, or whenever we’re off, I can take you wherever you want to go.”

Chen Xiucheng really did have a lot of places he wanted to visit. He had always dreamed of going to the beach on the outer islands with friends, or to Fenghua Banner Amusement Park, or to see the Sen’er Falls, or to the Moon City sculptures at the Central Lakeshore created by a team of renowned artists.

But now, he only wanted to go with Wu Jinshan.

And honestly, when he thought about riding in a car, the first thing that came to mind was having sex with Wu Jinshan in the wild. The idea made him laugh out loud.

Wu Jinshan saw the dazed look on his face and lightly patted his cheek. “What are you smiling about?”

Chen Xiucheng didn’t answer. He pulled Wu Jinshan’s hand away and tucked it against his chest, continuing to daydream about how big a car Wu Jinshan would buy, what positions they could try inside, and whether, if he came in some hidden corner of the car, Wu Jinshan would be annoyed enough to take it straight to a car wash.

He kept smiling like an idiot.

But there was no way he would ever tell Wu Jinshan what he was thinking.